#raffi f. / body

[written-in-flowers]

Lost Blossoms

Pairing: Raffy x Plussize!reader

Fandom: Consent (2023)

Genre: smut, slight angst

Word count: 15k (a hefty boy, I know)

Tags: dub-con, bullying, fat-shaming, fatphobia (from others), blackmail, extortion, drug use, alcohol use, pet names, slight daddy dom, light dom/sub themes, pet names, breast/nipple play, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), semi-public sex, car sex, tipsy sex, vaginal fingering, handjobs, protected sex 

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‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

You sighed to yourself. You don’t know why you keep typing it in; you already know it’s not there. Only twenty-four hours ago, Reddit user CherryBlossom_03 deleted her channel and all the posts, videos, links, and comments that came with it. All the hours of setting up scenes, the physical effort it took you to do your scenes, and the money spent buying lingerie and sex toys went down the drain. Your body still buzzed with nerves whenever you thought about it. 

You originally started with posting your smut stories online for other people to enjoy, but then Daniel broke up with you. He said his mates ragged on him when they found out he was seeing you. Daniel was lean, tall, and handsome. You’re fat. He’s considered attractive. You’re not. A part of you always knew he’d been ashamed to like you, and that he’d kept you a secret from people. It hurt, but back then, you tolerated it because you feared being alone. You thought when he ended things, you wouldn’t be so hurt, yet you were. You remembered crying your eyes out, sobbing hard enough to hurt your throat. The break up left you feeling disgusted with yourself; looking into mirrors whenever you changed made you hate yourself even more. 

But one day, whilst posting your newest story on Reddit, you came across other plus size girls posting risque photos and videos of themselves online. They exude so much confidence and self-love. One of the girls you followed told you it really boosted her self-esteem. You decided you’d give it a shot. You set up your camera, wore some lacy undergarments, and took a few photos, cropping out your face in most of them. Being a bit thicker in certain places, you never really liked your body before. Even looking at yourself in the photos was difficult. Yet, when people started commenting on the lingerie photoshoots, saying everything from ‘cute fit’ to ‘let me suck your toes’, it boosted your confidence a bit. 

You started doing it more, mainly posting photos. Then, you started going even farther like strip teases and posing completely nude. That eventually evolved into using sex toys you’d bought online without your parents knowing. You realized you needed a persona, a sort of alter-ego to avoid creeps from finding you. You came up with the username CherryBlossom_03, going simply by Blossom, since Cherry alone sounded dumb. Whilst Y/N is a sixth form student who likes books and playing the violin. Blossom was a soft girl, sweet and bubbly. She wore lots of pastel colors, pleated skirts and shorts, and spoke in a soft, innocent voice that made her viewers drool. It became easier once you learned to separate both yourself and Blossom. 

“Alright, class,” your teacher, Ms. Parkinson, spoke over the general chatter of the room. You tucked your phone away, and sat up straight, “Allow me to take roll call, and then we’ll begin. Alice?”

Blossom’s good run came to an end yesterday. You’d come home from orchestra practice to find your mother and father sitting in the lounge waiting for you. By the stern expressions on their faces, you worried something bad happened. It did. 

“Y/N?”

“Present.”

They’d discovered your profile. Your mother came across it when she accidentally bumped your desktop mouse and the last thing you saw popped up. You did not believe her story for a single minute. From your deductions, they must’ve suspected your secretiveness, and all those hours spent in your bedroom, and wanted to see what you did in there. They told you that what you’d done was stupid, and could damage your life if the wrong person discovered the photos. You’re going to Burlingdale College, a prestigious elitist school, on a scholarship. If the school found out, they’d pull the scholarship. If they learned you’d worn a tighter, shorter version of your uniform, they might expel you. They forced you to delete the page, and erase any videos or photos you might’ve kept. They took away the toys, but they let you keep the underwear since you’d bought it and they’re only clothes. You felt as if they’d ripped a piece of your body away. Blossom became such an important part of yourself, that having to give her up tore you up. It was similar to losing a close friend or a relative. When you’d been stocking away the sex toys, you felt like you were putting away the old things of a deceased loved one. You cried for ages, though you didn’t let anyone hear you. 

“Okay, now that we’re all here,” Ms. Parkinson said, “Let us turn our books to page 94 and start talking about the ancient civilizations of the world.”

You had difficulty concentrating in class. Your heart lamented over the thousands of followers you’d gained over the course of the year. A part of you considered bringing her back simply for your own healing, but you knew your parents watched you now. Your parents placed parental controls on your desktop and laptop, so they could see what you’re doing on your computers. However, they knew nothing about VPNs. You installed it into your computer, and simply renamed all the files to innocuous things. With how busy your parents are, you doubted they checked on your business too often. As long as you did not raise suspicion, they had no reason to check in on you. But, thinking about it, it sounded like so much work. The backups you thought you had were wiped out by your dad’s scan through your files. You’d have to redo them all over again. 

‘If you wanted to feel good about yourself, you should just post things on your social media,’ your mother advised. 

‘Or put all that time and effort into your music lessons instead of pornography.’ 

“You’re quiet today,” Natalie leaned over to you once Ms. Parkinson set writing tasks. “I thought you’d be buzzing about the party tonight.” She looked over at you, “You are coming, right?”

“Of course.” 

Blossom’s “death” killed your anticipation for your friend’s birthday party. You’d searched for the right outfit, the right makeup look, and accessories for ages. You didn’t go to parties that often, so this would’ve been a highlight for you. But, your newly formed gray clouds rained on your excitement. 

“Good,” she nudged you, “It won’t be as fun without you.”

You looked over at her. Round-faced, dark-skinned, with long thin plaits going down her back, Natalie Brown was the second recipient of Burlingdale’s full scholarship. You’d met during the examination process before term began. Both of you coming from lower class families, you’d bonded over the fact you both were aliens in this elitist world. You often liked teasing her for being the second accepted, whilst you’d been the first. 

“Oh hush,” you scoffed, jotting down your long-form answer. 

“I didn’t think you’d want to go,” she replied, with a small laugh. “Since, you know, Daniel’s going to be there with his mates and all that.”

“I’m not going to let someone like Daniel Burgess ruin my good time.” Your recent deletion blew Daniel from your mind completely. 

“I take it you’re over it then?”

“Very over it. I couldn’t be any more over it.”

“Who are we over?” Alice turned her head to look at both of you. 

Alice, fair with dirty blond curls tied back, stared at you with large blue eyes. Unlike you and Natalie, she came from a well-off family who could afford the fees. Not that either of you resented her. You’d originally met one another on the first day of term, but didn’t speak until your first orchestra practice. She played clarinet; you played the violin. You liked Alice more than most of the people in the orchestra. It was for her and her twin brother who the party was for. 

“Daniel,” you answered. “Nat says he’s coming to your birthday party.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, “He’s dating Charlotte now, and I invited her. She told me she’s bringing him whether anyone likes it or not.”

You turned to a corner of the room where Charlotte sat, working and chatting with another classmate. Charlotte, with her black hair and sultry eyes, is every teenage boy’s dream. She had the slim curves and slender legs of a supermodel. You imagined she ensnared Daniel rather easily. She could have anyone she wanted. Girls like you had to settle for the desperate nerds and creeps who thought fat girls were easy. You wished you could say Daniel and you shared a special kind of love, but you’d be lying. Daniel only did romantic things in hopes of getting laid. The fact he hid you from people did not help either. He never went out in public with you; he never met up with you at school. You’d hoped he’d stop caring what his friends thought and maybe be a real boyfriend. Often, you pictured him walking you to class holding hands, him leaving love notes and flowers in your locker, or even writing you songs and singing them for you with his guitar. All the romance you read about in your books did not exist in the real world. 

Girls like you did not get romantic happy-ever-afters. You got shut-up-and-accept-it-ever-after.

“Hey,” Alice smacked your hand lightly, “You’re prettier than her.”

You scoffed, “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Charlotte’s a total bitch,” Natalie whispered to you. “You’re a sweetie,” she smiled at you. 

“And incredibly talented,” Alice added. 

“You two don’t have to butter me up,” you smirked. “I’m still coming to the party.” 

They both laughed before Ms. Parkinson caught you all talking. You resumed your work, and your mind went back to Daniel and Charlotte. No doubt he’s not ashamed of being seen with her. That bitter person inside you suspected he’d gotten with her while he was with you. He moved on from you fairly easily, while you thought you’d never be happy again. You imagined he bragged to all his friends that he’s dating Charlotte, the prettiest girl in their class. You hated him. You hated her. You hated yourself. Losing Daniel did not hit you as hard as losing Blossom. Blossom’s “death” took away pieces of your soul. Daniel’s harsh break up removed parts of your heart. You knew you’d eventually heal and move on, but right now, you couldn’t think of anything else. 

“Daniel was a dick anyways,” said Natalie once classes ended and you walked out of the room. “He was embarrassed to be seen with you. Why are you moping over a guy who was ashamed of you?”

“I don’t know…It felt nice, I guess, to have a guy pay attention to me,” you shrugged. “Like, I know I’m not supposed to care what boys think of me and that I don’t need their validation for my self-worth but, it’s nice sometimes. Daniel made me feel pretty. He made me feel lovable.” 

“You are lovable, you idiot,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “There are so many wonderful things about you, and you’ll find a guy who sees those things and isn’t concerned with what his mates think.” 

You stopped by your locker, using your key to open it. Stuffing some books inside, you said, “Still…it was nice.” 

A giggle from nearby caught your attention. Charlotte stood at her locker a few feet from you. Daniel was there. He’d taken her by surprise, grabbing her around the waist and turning her to kiss her. In full view of everyone, he kissed her. He never did that with you. He always stood away, acting more like a friend or an acquaintance than a lover. You turned your head back to your locker, though your senses couldn’t let them go. Another painful sting hit your chest when you saw the picture plastered inside your locker door. A fan made a sticker set for Blossom with her sexy catchphrases. You taped your favorite to the metal door, so at the end of term, you can peel the tape instead of the sticker. It was an outline of your naked body with cherry blossom flowers blooming from between your thick thighs. 

“I can’t believe you have that in your locker,” Natalie laughed, not having seen Daniel and Charlotte. “If a teacher saw that, you’d get into trouble for sure.”

“It’s only a sticker,” you reasoned, a murmuring of Daniel’s deep voice from nearby. “It’s body positivity,” you lied. 

‘I miss you, sweet Blossom,’ you thought solemnly. ‘We had a good run.’ 

“I need to know where you found them then,” she said, as you closed your locker. “They’re so well done.”

“A friend sent them to me,” you said, “I can show them to you.”

Natalie’s mood changed when she spotted Daniel and Charlotte walking ahead, holding hands. “I hope the outfit you’re wearing is ultra hot,” she told you, “Because if that prick is there, you can definitely make him regret dumping you for her.”

“Oh please,” you snorted, shaking your head. 

“I mean it,” she said. “You got those little curves of yours!” 

She poked your hip and you moved away, laughing. Your curves are far from “little”. You’d inherited your mother’s hourglass figure, but yours stretched farther than hers. If you wore the right clothes, you did look pretty. Your followers praised your figure all the time, not bothered at all by your round belly fat or flabby biceps. But, of course, outside the internet, you received different comments and treatment was considerably harsh at times. 

Alice came up between both of you, and said, “Alright, so are we all ready for tonight?” 

“I am.”

“Me too. I can’t wait,” you added an extra excited bubble to your tone. 

“Awesome,” she smiled. “Tonight is going to be insane. My mum’s given Archie and I the house to ourselves for the night, but she says upstairs is out of bounds, of course.” 

Alice went into more party details as you exited the school. You’re surprised you’re even going, since you’d been sure your parents wouldn’t let you. Though, you guess they saw it as a night to themselves. You did not want to think about what that meant. 

Parting from Natalie and Alice, you headed over to the field behind the school. The long way home is going from the main entrance, then walking along the sidewalk and then around in a big square to reach your street. Considering the turmoil slowly rising inside you again, you wanted to get home quickly today; thankfully, you didn’t have orchestra practice since Mrs. Lee is out sick. You walked onto the rugby field where you spotted the team practicing. Boys in blue sweaters and shorts ran through plays and exercises. Your heart dropped when you spotted Daniel amongst them. Quickly, you turned your face forward and kept your distance. You thought you’d be in the clear, since they’re occupied and you’re far away. But, you’d been too hopeful. 

As you came to level with the core of the group, you heard a voice call out to you. 

“Hey Fraser,” you recognized Daniel’s voice anywhere. He used your surname as if that’d bring more formality between you. It meant neither of you shared any intimacy anymore. “I think you’re going the wrong way! The city zoo is on the other side of town!”

“They elephant trainers are looking for you!” called out another voice. You recognized it as belonging to Kojo, a dark-skinned youth who sometimes hung around with Daniel. “We wouldn’t want to worry them, would we?!”

They all laughed at their dumb, unoriginal taunts before their coach called for attention. The break up with Daniel already punctured holes inside you. Now, Daniel’s treatment of you in front of people plunged the knife in even deeper. You imagined he never told his friends anything about you until they found out on their own. You continued walking, their laughter carrying until it died out, and reached the exit gate. Closing it behind you, you turned to watch Daniel from the shadows of the trees. Broad with long-limbs, you’d missed feeling his dark curls through your fingers, and how it felt laying on his hard chest. Dark brown eyes that used to look on you fondly now mocked you. You recalled how he’d looked at Charlotte earlier, and you held back a sob. 

Blossom. Blossom, who’d been a piece of your identity, truly left a hole where that confidence once was. Before the delete, you would’ve gone home to make some updates, post a few porn snippets and teasers for your next video. Your parents both work during the day, so you always had a few hours before they came home. Now, you only have your violin waiting for you at home. 

Your phone pinged in your jacket pocket as you walked up the drive to your front door. But, you didn’t look at the text until you’d finally come inside. 

Danny <3: Sorry about the joke. It was really mean of me. 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t believe he still had your number saved; you kicked yourself for not deleting his number right away. You went to your bedroom, and put your belongings down. You’d been setting your music sheets on the stand in the corner of your room when your phone went off again. 

Danny <3: Can we talk? I know you’re going to Archie’s party tonight. Maybe I can see you there.

‘Aren’t you supposed to be going with Charlotte? You know, YOUR GIRLFRIEND????’ you typed back angrily, smashing keys so much you kept having to rewrite them. 

Danny <3: I am, but we can still chat somewhere private. 

“Daniel, can I ask you something?” 

Danny <3: Anything, beautiful.

“Did the dick head shop have a discount on audacity today?? You really got some fucking nerve texting me when you dumped me, started dating someone else, and just called me a fucking elephant in front of your asshole mates.’ Those hot tears finally spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision and drying out your mouth. ‘Don’t text me ever again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I hate you. Leave me alone.’

Danny <3: Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. It’s just that my mates wouldn’t get it. They’d think I’d have some weird fetish and rag on me. Bro banter is different from girl banter. Let’s just talk about it. 

“There’s nothing to talk about. Bye, Daniel.”

You blocked his number, and put your phone screen down. The desire to play violin sunk out of you. You left your violin where it was to crash onto your bed, the sobs coming fast and hot. You felt so alone. You normally turned to your followers when you felt particularly sad, since their encouragement and comments lifted your spirits. Blossom. Oh sweet Blossom. Where are you with your confidence and sass? You wished more than anything you could bring it back without needing the blog. It’d sound weird to anyone outside of it. 

A small ding on your phone came a few minutes later. You didn’t particularly care about Instagram notifications, since it was also ‘so-and-so- just posted their story!’ or ‘so-and-so and this-person posted stuff today!’. Yet, curiosity stroked your back and you opened the app. 

‘DannyBBoy messaged you!’

DannyBBoy: Seriously?? You blocked my number?? Wtf, Y/N? I was trying to be nice by talking it out. 

‘No, you want to talk it out because you want to keep fucking me behind Charlotte’s back. I’m not a whore you can have whenever you like. Fuck off.’

His name message stung the most: 

DannyBBoy: You were when I was hitting it from the back a few nights ago. 

You did not respond, and blocked him. You proceeded to do it on the other platforms as well. Wanting to wash him from your brain, you searched yourself on Reddit again. Anything relating to you popped up. The moderators of the community you’d been a part of made a post about your blog being deleted. People wrote about how sad they’d be since they liked your stories; others said they wished they’d saved your videos or photos. It broke your heart, so you turned the app off and switched back to Instagram. You’d liked one of Alice’s posts about her party coming up when a notification came up again. When you pressed it out of curiosity, you found a bit of a surprise. 

Raffy Barton had liked one of your photos. Raffy was one of Daniel’s rugby friends. Skinny with long blond hair, you’d find him cute if you didn’t already know he wouldn’t be interested. You opened the picture in question. A selfie you’d taken before going for a girls’ night with your friends, you wore a draping halter top and tight jeans. It was dated a few weeks ago. Why did he like it now? He wasn’t following you either. It struck you as strange. You supposed he probably planned on finding an embarrassing picture to bring up someway. You had no headspace for pricks like Raffy Barton, so you locked your phone to put aside.

There, you laid on your bed and mourned a person who did not exist. 

****

‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

What a shame, he thought, closing out the app on his phone. He’d rather enjoyed the porn blogger’s content. Her photos sparked arousal in him, of course, but there’d been something artistic about them. He could tell she put a lot of time and thought into her content; not to mention, her writings definitely stirred his imagination. He isn’t a big reader, but her steamy, smutty stories gave him serious boners. She was much kinkier than any girl he’d ever hooked up with before. He particularly liked that they shared a lot of the same fantasies and kinks. He’d enjoyed her cutesy aesthetic, and the various toys she used on herself. Raffy felt glad he’d saved everything to his phone, at least. But, it would’ve been nice to have some new masturbation material before tonight. 

Sitting in the locker room after practice, he’d gotten to his locker before his friends, who still showered in the next room. This gave him a few private glimpses of his favorite porn blogger. Going into his gallery, he found the private folder he’d created for her photos. Simply labeled “Blossom”, he opened it to see dozens upon dozens of videos and photos of a plump scantily clad girl. He gulped the saliva building in his mouth from seeing thumbnails of her curvy body, and wishing it was in his lap right now. He couldn’t have a video, so he thumbed through the pictures instead. His favorites were marked, of course, for an easier search. 

Blossom wore a school girl uniform in this one. She knelt on a bed with a sheet behind her on the wall. None of her content showed her face, but that didn’t matter. A lot of these models did that to protect themselves. Raffy’s jaw dropped when he observed her in the tight white shirt, the buttons stretching across her large bosom and tummy below; he saw their curves and her nipples poking through the fabric. She’d loosened the navy and yellow tie to flaunt her cleavage. Raffy went to the next photo where she’d opened the shirt to reveal a black lacy bra, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Her short skirt rode up the tops of her thick thighs, soft and fleshy inside black high stockings. His cock twitched in his shorts seeing the small bit of pudge coming over the stocking’s band. Raffy imagined himself between those luscious thighs, his cock pounding the tight cunt underneath that skirt. He went a few photos down to his favorite. 

Blossom on all fours, wearing only the skirt with pussy and ass on full display for him. He kept it close to him, and drooled seeing the long dildo pressed right to her clitoris. He pictured it being him instead of a toy. Raffy knew he was only building himself up for a long wank-off session later at home. He saw her sitting on him, lightly brushing her sex to his pulsating cock and begging for him. He’d kill to be balls deep in her. The lights placed in the right place showed her glistening folds, which he imagined fluttered and throbbed at the tip pressing against it. She kept everything neat, Blossom did. Not that he cared too much. Pussy is pussy, in Raffy’s book. 

His attention flitted to the background. Blossom used her photoshop and editing skills to blur out some backgrounds since she mainly worked in her bedroom, he guessed. But, as he made out a closet, he saw an unblurred section of the space. It was half of a clothing hanger on the closet door knob. On it hung a navy blue with an emblem on the breast pocket. Raffy zoomed in on the side, and suddenly recognized the blazer. It had the red and gold emblem of Burlingdale, his school. 

No, he’s wrong. It’s probably another school. No way would a Dales girl have a porn blog on Reddit. He scoffed at his blimp of foolishness, and scrolled to a video that followed it. His suspicions were confirmed. Blossom sat nude on top of her “favorite stuffie” Mr. Buttons, an oversized bear that often served to pleasure her. He’s never envied a stuffed toy before. Mr. Buttons laid down with his head to the camera, and Blossom’s delicious body on top with her hands on his fuzzy chest. She wore the school blazer and nothing else. In the small video, she was riding the toy, a thick pink dildo she loved to use. When she leaned back to let the viewer see the dildo inside her, the blazer’s lapels flattened. He saw the emblem much closer now, and yes, it was from his school. 

And, now that he thought about it, he realized he knew those lips. Blossom made the mistake of letting the camera catch half her face during her little ride to orgasm. He shook his head. Actually, he acknowledged the hair as well. He’d seen that hair before…on the field…about half an hour ago. Raffy thought he might be disgusted by the fact that he thirsted over you, but he wasn’t. He went to the next video, which was Blossom cleaning her toy with her mouth. He needed to be sure. He needed to be a hundred-percent sure. 

His friends came back to their stalls, but he did not acknowledge them right away. Going into Instagram, he went to Daniel’s profile. Raffy didn’t follow you obviously, but maybe Danny did. Scanning through the following list, he found your profile. He pressed on it to end up on your profile. You mainly took photos of friends and objects, but eventually he found one. A mirror selfie in your bedroom, he saw the purple duvet he often saw in Blossom’s videos. Yet, the skimpy top you wore in the photo clung to your body like a second skin. The same curves. The same size. The same supple flesh and fullness he’d fight a bloke to touch. He took in your tiny waist and wide hips. His thumb touched the screen, and when it didn’t slide up, he accidentally double tapped it. 

Resulting in liking the photo. 

Raffy quickly unliked it, but he knew you’d get a notification anyway. Fuck, now you’d know he was on your page. A blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, and he put his phone aside. 

But, yes, it was you. This made him harder. His cock throbbed now that he knew THE CherryBlossom_03 was someone he knew. She was close by. He could have her. He’d make his own videos with her, and post them to his own page where he sent so many others. It’s not like you’d say ‘no’. You had sex with Daniel Burgess, of all the boys in the school. You must not get much attention being the way you are, so you’d be grateful to be the object of his deepest, horniest, smuttiest desires. 

“-I don’t know how Burgess banged that,” Kojo’s voice reached through his thoughts to bring him to reality, “She must weigh more than he does.” 

“You think he dumped her because she crushed him?” Nav replied, laughing at his cruel joke.

“Or she broke his bed just getting into it,” he smirked back, earning laughs from everyone around. 

“It’s a shame though,” said Kyle, who sat next to Nav, both boys shirtless now. “She’s got a pretty face at least.”

Kojo wasn’t wrong. Daniel must’ve found you attractive if he had sex with you. It’d been Nav who discovered it when he says he saw them making out by the tree outside the field. Raffy couldn’t help envying him now. Daniel Burgess, dumbass extraordinaire, got a taste of Blossom’s soft body. Daniel Burgess, who once asked him how to spell ‘orange’, got to suckle your tits and lick your dripping sex. You probably faked your orgasms with him. You wouldn’t with Raffy. He’d keep going until your juices dripped from your clenching hole to your ass cheeks. He’d make sure his Blossom came as much as possible, and he didn’t normally do that with girls he slept with. 

“She’s not that bad,” Raffy heard himself say as he pulled on his undershirt. 

“What?” the boys around him said with surprised eyes. 

“You’re taking the piss with us, right?” asked Kojo, pointing at him. 

Raffy tucked his cock into his belt to keep his boner from sticking out too much. He turned as he zipped his pants up and said, “I think she’s pretty cute. She might be fat, but the plus side is she’s got big tits.”

And a nice round ass he can spank. You liked being spanked. He knows because you stated as much when you posed with a paddle. Lord, how badly he wanted to have you right then. It was pathetic. 

“I’ve never bagged a fattie before,” he said thoughtfully, unable to stop the flood of erotic visions in his mind. “I imagine she’s-what-double points?” 

They looked at one another with consideration. He almost said he didn’t care about score points when it came to you. He desired you for too long. He’d do it purely for pleasure. 

“She’s big enough to be double,” Nav chuckled. 

“Anyways, who’s ready to score some points tonight?” 

He’d be seeing you tonight. Being a friend of Alice’s, you’re no doubt invited to her birthday party. Raffy smirked to himself as he started changing out of his uniform, cleverly maneuvering himself to avoid the others spotting his semi-hardon. Nowadays, if a girl is caught doing slutty things, she’s ostracized and criticized. He knew if any other person found your photos, and spread them through school, you’d be so embarrassed you’d have to transfer out. All the effort you’d put into getting your free-ride into Burlingdale will be wasted, and you’d be expelled for wearing your uniform in a porn video. You get bullied enough for your appearance. Imagine if someone spread videos of you being an absolute slut for thousands of strangers…

When you can be an absolute slut for only one person…

****

“Gettin’ ready for the paaarty, cause it’s your biiiirthdayy and you are pretty!”

You heard Natalie say this in a sing-song voice to Alice, who sat in front of her mirror doing her makeup. Alice insisted you come to her house before the party to get ready with her and Natalie. No doubt they wanted to judge each other’s outfits. You stood behind Alice, dancing to Natalie’s made up song in case you were in her video line. As always, you constantly checked on your appearance. Things were different for Alice and Natalie. They looked good in everything they wore. You need to be pickier on what you wear. If you show too much, people will stare. You try not to care if they do, but you’re feeling particularly sensitive today. You’d chosen your lilac off the shoulder crop top, with its matching cardigan and skirt. It showed a decent amount of cleavage and hid your stomach somewhat. You feared the chaffing you’d have when your thighs started rubbing together, but your petroleum jelly trick in that whole area will keep that from happening. Thigh high lace stockings shape your thighs and legs nicely, so their fatness isn’t so noticeable. You hated hiding parts of yourself, but people are vicious. Blossom’s followers loved anything you wore. They’re who you felt the most comfortable with. 

“Anything from Daniel?” Natalie asked, going back to the bed behind you. 

“He messaged me after I got home,” you said, applying your lipgloss. “He had the nerve to do the whole ‘let’s-just-talk’ thing after he and his mates made fun of me on my way home.”

“What did they say?” 

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you assured her. “I blocked him, though. I don’t want anything to do with him or ‘Lottie’.”

“Who’s Lottie?”

“It’s his stupid nickname for Charlotte, I suppose,” you said. Putting your lipgloss back in your bag, you fixed your hair one more time before sitting with Natalie on the bed. She encouraged you to take a selfie together, which you agreed to. “I seriously want to know where they get their nerve from. Maybe there’s a sale and I can get some too.” 

Natalie and Alice laughed at this. You watched Natalie tag you in the photo and post it. You took your own photo on your own, and did the same, adding a caption about the party. Minutes went by before someone commented. It was Charlotte. You forgot you’d accepted a request once, though you’re not particularly close anymore. Her comment hit your gut. 

‘Where’s your neck??? LOL’

You deleted the photo. Not to please her, but so you never see that comment again. Perhaps only Blossom could have nice pictures. 

“She’s a bitch,” said Natalie, comfort behind her voice. “What she thinks isn’t important.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you replied. 

“Have no idea what you both mean, but yeah,” Alice said, typing on her phone distractedly. 

You and Natalie laughed. You went through your notifications once more to see if the comment is there, and then you saw Raffy’s like again. “Raffy liked one of my pictures.”

“Huh?” Natalie whipped her head towards you, “Raffy? Raffy Barton? The world’s biggest prick? That Raffy?”

“Do we know any other assholes named Raffy?”

“Which one did he like?” Alice laid beside you to get a good view of your phone. She tapped the link to see said photo. “Oooh, I remember that one,” she sneered at you and giggled, “I don’t blame him for liking it. You look hot.” 

“But…Raffy?” His name came out quickly from your tongue. “I’ve never gotten Chubby Chaser vibes from him before.”

“I can imagine perverts like Raffy fuck anything that moves,” Alice said. “He probably heard you and Daniel broke it off, and wants a piece of your cake.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “As if.”

“I wouldn’t read too much into it,” Natalie concluded. “It’s not like he commented on anything. He probably liked it by accident.”

“But that means he was still on my profile.”

“Which still doesn’t mean anything,” she assured you. “Now,” she adjusted herself next to you, taking your phone, “Let’s take a cute one for you to post.”

You pushed Raffy from your mind. Plenty already bothered you. Charlotte did not comment again, but you’re sure she’d seen some photos since she liked them on Alice and Natalie’s pages. You knew you’d be seeing her tonight with Daniel. If anyone else hosted the party, you wouldn’t go, but you loved Alice. You wanted to be with her on her special day. You vowed you wouldn’t give him any attention. You refused to let him in your head anymore. If anything, your heart should be mourning the death of Blossom and her beautiful blog, not some idiot rugby player and his new girlfriend. 

Guests started showing up an hour or so later, and the party kicked into gear. You poured yourself a drink from the spread on the table, and sat with Alice and a few friends. The party atmosphere excited you, yet that lingering thought of running into Daniel somewhere kept pestering you. You told yourself if you stayed in groups of people, then he cannot corner you. You enjoyed the vibes going throughout the party, taking photos with friends, joking and drinking with them, and having a good time. You’d been chatting with a friend about your recent class project outside when you heard a voice from nearby grab at your ear. 

Daniel stood by a lounge area by the pool, clasping hands with the boys sitting there talking and smiling. Charlotte was nowhere in sight, and you liked it that way. You scooted closer to the table to try staying out of his eyeline, but that only landed you in someone else’s: Raffy Barton’s. Blond hair, a messy mop of golden curls, with an aliquine nose and round chin, you saw why girls fell for him. You might even like him if it weren’t for his reputation. He was a ‘lad’. A ‘guy’.  Girls you knew who’d hooked up with Raffy were ghosted the next day. Lily Reeves claimed he’d posted photos of her on a site. He’s one of the worst kinds of men. Most likely sensing someone’s eyes on him, Raffy naturally turned his head. Bright blue eyes met yours through and did not look away. He sipped from his beer and continued eyeing you smugly. A chill went through your spine when his eyes scanned over you in your outfit, and suddenly you felt naked. His Instagram like might not have been an accident after all. 

To avoid him, you excused yourself from the table and hurried inside. Finding the food table, you nibbled at the finger sandwiches there so something soaked up the alcohol. The last thing you needed was getting wasted when Daniel and Raffy are walking around. 

“-Wow, so you actually were invited.” Charlotte came up beside you, smelling of sweet perfume and flipping her hair extensions over her shoulder. “I would’ve thought Alice sent you the invite as a pity thing.”

“Evening to you too, Charlotte,” you responded, eating a bit more of your sandwich. “How’s life?”

“Awesome,” she smiled, “Especially since Daniel and I are a thing now.”

“So I’ve noticed,” you wouldn’t give into it. “Why aren’t you with him now? I thought being a happy couple, you’d be stuck like glue.”

“I’m not the possessive type,” she said, “You know, because I know Daniel actually likes me and doesn’t see me as a plaything.” She looked you over, giving a patronizing smile when your eyes met again. “I’m sure you’ve seen our pictures from his house. We came here together in his car.”

“I’d assume so, since he doesn’t carry bus fare. Lottie, it’s been fun having this chat, but I need to find the birthday girl.” 

She scoffed at the nickname, but you patted her shoulder and walked away. You didn’t really mean to look for Alice, though you might as well. You found her in a seating area in the corner of the living room, then made your way towards her. Yet, as you did, you spotted Daniel reentering the house. He caught sight of you at the door. You turned away into the nearest room which was another seating place. The french doors muffled the ambience from outside with a single close. You’d hoped he hadn’t seen you come in. You hoped Charlotte got to him before you, and distracted him with something trivial. But, right when you took a seat on the leather sofa, the door opened again. 

“Y/N?”

Daniel walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Your body immediately tensed up in your seat. Everything in your body screamed to run away again, but he sat beside you before you moved. 

“What do you want?” you asked, not looking at him. 

“To talk to you,” he said, “I've been looking for you.”

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

“Because I wanted to tell you that I love you,” he said softly, scooting closer and cupping your face. His hand felt so gentle on your skin. He turned your face to look at him, “And that I miss you.”

“That’s tough,” you said, pushing his hand away even though you secretly wanted him to touch you. You needed to be touched, to be held. Blossom was gone, and you’d never truly get her back. “Because I didn’t love you nor do I miss you.”

“Ah, come off it,” he snickered, “We know that’s not true. After all the stuff we’ve done? After all those nights in my bedroom?” he pushed hair from your face, “You can’t just forget me like that.”

“Why? You did it,” you smacked his hand from your hair. “You truly have some balls, you know that?”

“Y/N-”

“-No, no, shut up,” you snapped. “You keep me a secret from your friends. You pretend not to know me when we were at school. You never bought me nice things, wrote me love notes, or took me on a date in public in the day time. Every time we met it was in the middle of the night, and I had to sneak into your house. I had to sneak into your house. You didn’t even want your parents knowing about me. You’ve been ashamed to say you like me and find me attractive.” A thing you tolerated because you did not want to feel alone. “You ditched me because your friends found out you were screwing an ‘elephant’,” you let the word dig into his skin, “And were embarrassed. I don’t think I could love someone who isn’t proud to call me theirs.”

“I wasn’t ashamed, baby,” he said gently, putting his hand on your exposed knee before you pushed it off. “You wouldn’t get it because you’re a girl. Shit like this is different with girls. Y/N,” he put his arm over the back of the sofa and faced you, “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever dated. You’re funny, clever…sexy,” he smirked at the last word. “Any bloke would be lucky to have you, and I want to be that lucky bloke.” When you appeared unconvinced, you said, “Come on. I’ll break it off with Charlotte, if that makes you happy.” He put his hand back on your knee, “I promise.”

In the split second you nearly gave in, someone opened the door. You and Daniel looked to see Raffy walking into the room, holding something in his hand. 

“Excuse me,” he said, walking in front of Daniel and plopping himself in between you both. He placed down a credit card, a dimebag of white powder, and pulled out his phone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nah, mate,” said Daniel. “Y/N and I were just chilling, that’s all.”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t chill with Y/N for too long,” he said, dumping the bag’s contents onto the coffee table. “Charlotte’s been looking for you, and I don’t think she’ll be happy finding you two in here.”

“Shit,” Daniel hissed through his teeth. “Fucking…” 

He gave you one more annoyed look before leaving the room. Now, you’re alone with Raffy. Great. “Hmph,” Raffy said, “Glad he’s gone. I can’t stand Burgess for more than, like, ten minutes before I want to blow my brains out.” He started cutting the little pile into lines, “Want some? I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“No thanks,” you said. “I think I’m just going to, you know…” 

You stood to leave before he grabbed hold of your wrist. “No,” he said, “Stay with me. I don’t want to do it on my own. It’s not as fun.” 

“I’m not interested, Raffy.”

You yanked your wrist from him and started to walk away. Right as you reached for the handle a voice rang out into the room. 

‘Oh god, it’s so big. I don’t know if this one will fit…do you want me to try, Daddy?’ 

Your blood ran cold, and every muscle in your body froze. Your own voice went throughout the room as the video continued. Surely, you’re hearing things. Raffy’s probably playing another video that simply sounds like you. Turning around, you saw his phone on the coffee table, and spotted a very familiar video playing on the screen. It was you. You were sure of it. A POV shot, you wore lavender garter belts and stockings as you tried sliding a thick black dildo inside yourself. Some of Blossom’s videos involved pretending the viewer was with her, putting the camera where they’d see everything. This was one of them. 

‘Daddy, I don’t know if I can take it all…’

“Now, now, Blossom, you can fit that in you,” Raffy tsked, cutting the cocaine into more lines, “Just go a bit further down, kitten.” 

“Okay. I’ll try, just for you.’

He knew all the pauses. You stayed by the door for a moment longer, looking at Raffy’s back in complete shock. He finally turned his head over to you as Blossom let out a high pitched squeal, the dildo finally inside her. That was when he stopped the video, smiling over at you. 

“I think you’ll want to come sit back over here…Blossom,” he leered, looking over your body once more. 

You said nothing. Your mind drew blanks at what to say. How did he know? How did he guess? You always made sure to keep your face out of photos or at least blur the bits showing. Raffy could not have figured this out by chance. You walked back to him, and sat down. The cocaine cut into four lines, Raffy pulled out a short pipe from behind his ear. 

"You see, earlier this afternoon," he began, "I was lamenting over the loss of one of my favorite porn creators on Reddit. She was one of my favorites because she and I share a lot of the same kinks, I liked her style of videos, and she got me hard in minutes," he chuckled. "I saved a whole bunch of her videos and photos on my phone in case she deletes her profile or the link gets trashed. I was having a little look at this school girl shoot she did, watching her bounce up and down on her stuffed bear, when I noticed the blazer in the back of the video. I'm sure she didn't notice it since she blurred out the background, but she missed a spot. I thought it was a coincidence until she was wearing only the blazer."

 You gripped the edge of your seat as the memory came back to you. The late night and school in the morning left you with little time to properly edit the shoot. Normally, you left it for the morning, if anything, but you needed it out of the way. You didn't think anyone would notice, since they're focused on your body. Apparently, you'd been wrong. 

"I realize that it's a Burlingdale uniform," he said. "With a bit of detective work, I realized it was you." 

"How?"

"The shape of your tits and the covers on the bed in the background," he answered. "I knew it was far-fetched until I listened to your videos again. I mean, I really listened. I'm surprised I didn't see it before." He placed the pipe in his nostril and snorted one of the cocaine lines. Sniffing hard, he rubbed his burning nostrils before continuing, "You are certainly a naughty girl. All those dirty stories and photos. I can't help admiring the production value and design put into each one. I don't normally watch porn for that, but it's a nice perk." He handed you the pipe. When you shook your head, he pressed the pipe into your hand. 

"What do you want?" 

"For you to do coke with me?"

"No, what do you want from me? I'm assuming you're going to blackmail me for something?” 

“I think it’s obvious,” he tucked hair behind your ear, and said, “I want you to be mine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dread replaced the finger sandwiches and alcohol in your stomach. You’d always worried one day a creep might stumble upon your secret and use it against you. You never thought it’d be someone you knew. 

“You heard me,” he said, “I want you to be mine.” His hand touched your knee, his thumb rubbing the side tenderly so shivers went through you. “Mine to fuck whenever I like, and I really do mean whenever,” his voice became low in the quiet room and he drew closer. His eyes scanned over your face until they fell on your lips. 

“Burlingdale is paying all your fees to join our school. Imagine what would happen if they found out you did such dirty things while wearing their emblem on your naked chest,” his hand went further up your thigh, “Especially when Ms. Parkinson praises your intelligence so much.” You hitched a breath when that hand slid underneath your skirt, lifting the fabric with it. 

“Stop it,” you snapped, pushing his hand away. 

“-Not to mention, our classmates would no doubt find out as well,” he said, ignoring your protest and touching your knee again. “’d post your little collection onto my Instagram and everyone in sixth form will hear about it. You know above most people how cruel kids can be when unprovoked; they’ll be even worse when given a cause.” He looked down to your chest, exhaling deeply. 

You smell the alcohol on him, and it sickened you even if yours also smelled like it. He was right, and you hated the fact that he was right. You’d created a whole other identity to avoid people you knew in your life finding you. VPNs, proxy servers, and other firewalls kept your information a deep secret in case someone hacked your devices. People already picked on you for no reason. If Raffy sent them Blossom’s content, you’ll be taunted and subjected to more abuse. You’d have to leave the school, which resulted in a less than bright future for yourself. But, being Raffy’s plaything? His toy? You hated the idea. 

“I won’t be cruel to you,” he said, “Unless I’m feeling particularly merciless.” He felt up your thigh to the outside side, giving the fat there a soft squeeze. The corner of his mouth twitched at the little gasp you gave. “Just watching alone makes me cum so fucking hard,” he continued, “I can’t wait to see how hard from having the real thing in person.” His hand went up your side to your breast. You knocked his hand away instinctively. He laughed at your attempt to stop him. “The girls at our school would never do the things I’ve seen you do. They’re so boring and vanilla. Reeves got pissed at me just for spanking her ass too hard. I don’t think you’d be bothered by that,” He cupped your chest again, and you swiped his hand away a second time. 

“You think a little threat like that will really concern me?” you asked, trying to hide your fear with a glare. Raffy did not buy it. 

“It most certainly will,” he chortled. “If people recognizing you didn’t bother you, then you wouldn’t bother editing out your face. You hid it because you know you have to keep up this annoying, boring, clean-cut good girl act to stay in school. If the wrong people found that blog, well,” he sighed, “I imagine it’d go quite badly for you.” He reached up to your breast a third time, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers slid right under the bottom curve. “Fuck-” he huffed, feeling the heavy weight of your tit in his large hand. “-They’re so soft,” he untied the cardigan you wore over your top to see more of your cleavage, “And warm…I almost feel obligated to fuck them tonight just to see my dick get lost in them…”

“Raffy,” you finally pushed him away, breathless from the violation. That natural warmth built up in the apex of your thighs, and you pushed it down. It’d been a while since anyone touched you so gently. Daniel usually grabbed them a few times, then got down to business. Raffy clearly liked drawing it out. “No.”

“‘No’ what? ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck right now or ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck at all?” He asked, pretending to be bemused. “I don’t know. I’d reconsider this answer. I can send that,” he nodded to the phone, “In seconds. Everyone would know. Everyone. I wouldn’t think you’d want that.”

“You won’t do it.”

“Oh?”

“Then, you’d have to admit you wank off to fat girls, and we both know how judgemental your friends are,” you accused. “Daniel dumped me over it because they teased him so much. They’d do the same to you.”

He chuckled, “As if that matters to me. I’m not Daniel,” he gave your tit a squeeze that made you bite your inner cheek. “My mates would eventually get over it. They did it to Daniel because nobody on the team likes him that much. They all like me, though. They respect me more.” He circled his thumb where your nipple would be, and you forced yourself not to react. “It’s always the girl everyone judges and ostracizes. Why do you think Reeves was so bothered when I posted her pictures? She knew people at school might see them.” He then said, “But, no worries, kitten. I wouldn’t share yours on my blog. I’d keep them to myself.” 

“You prick,” you spat, venom in your voice. “How could you do that?”

“Easy. I uploaded the photos and then pressed ‘post’?” He laughed. “It’d be the same with yours. I think I’d start with the school girl one, even though my all-time favorite is the play time ones. You know, the ones where you put on cute little outfits, call me ‘Daddy’ and act innocent as you play with all your toys. Fuck, it’s so damn sexy,” he breathed. “So, do we have a deal?”

No. You wanted that to be your answer. Yet, your stomach bubbled with nerves. He’s right. You knew this to be true. You already pictured the taunting you’d receive once people found out. Raffy’s proposal puts you between a rock and a hard place. You’re a caged animal stuck in a corner. You wanted to escape him, but that’d be a bad idea. Raffy’s hand went down your body to your skirt. 

“I’m waiting, kitten,” he teased, gradually pushing your skirt up your thighs. 

He’d do it too. You know he would. It won’t affect his reputation at all. Your friends might hate him for it, but he didn’t care. For a flicker of a moment, you envisioned Daniel becoming enraged and beating the lanky boy to a pulp. You also saw him being so jealous, he dumps Charlotte and crawls back to you for forgiveness. He’ll promise to be a proper boyfriend, and flaunt you wherever he goes. But, you knew that’d never happen. Daniel would always be ashamed, and Raffy would be no different despite what he says. No guy you know will admit to having any sort of romantic or sexual interest in you out loud. It ruined the buzz you’d been riding for the night. Blossom was the sex icon. You’re what you are. 

“Kitten…” you hated that you liked the way he said it. ‘Kitten’ is usually one of your preferred pet names. 

You got a tighter grip on the pipe in your hand, bent over the coffee table and quickly snorted up the white powder. It burned through your nostril and into your nasal cavity. You sat back up, breathing through your nose and rubbing out the sensation. Looking over at him, you then said:

“What would I have to do?” 

“Anything I want,” he told you, “Though, it’d be nothing you haven’t already done or fantasized about. Like I said, we both share a lot of the same kinks, and I’d love to have an experimental partner. You know, a girl that isn’t so uptight.” 

“And after I do whatever you want, you’ll delete it?” you asked to confirm. 

“When I’m completely through with you,” he mulled this over, “I’ll delete them, sure.” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, Raffy.”

“It wouldn’t to you.” 

He scooped up one of the powder lines with the bag’s opening, then gently leaned you back. Tugging down one side of your shirt slightly, he poured the contents onto the top curve of your tit. Sprinkling a line over it, Raffy drew closer. 

“Stay still for me, love,” he said, “We wouldn’t want to waste any of it.” 

He tilted forward and sniffed the powder off in one snort. Having his body, skinnier and longer than yours, pressed close to you, his heat radiating through his thin white button down to your own, left you slightly dizzy. You shivered when you felt a warm, wet tongue licked up the residue he’d left behind. He left it there before softly giving open-mouth kisses up your chest to your neck. Heat pooled between your thighs as he nibbled at the base of your throat, groaning against the flesh and licking once more. Your hands touched his shoulders. You made a weak attempt to push him off, but his wandering lips distracted you. Going across your jawline, he finally landed on your lips. It started chaste. He gently pecked your lips like a swimmer testing the water. He then deepened it, his tongue poking through to open your mouth for him. Daniel never kissed you like this; his kisses were usually hungry and hard. He said you were big enough to handle a bit of roughness. Raffy showed no roughness here; he did not have an ounce of eagerness or quickness in his kisses. He wanted to savor your taste before having to pull away. 

“Sweet,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “So sweet.” He pulled away from you, “Have another line, Kitten. I think we should have some fun tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, realizing you’d been holding your breath. 

Raffy kissed you a few more times before letting you bend forward to snort the last line of cocaine. He gave you a satisfied smile and pressed you to the sofa again. You felt his hand caress the outside of your thigh again before moving upwards to your chest. You only needed to tolerate this for one night. Once Raffy’s gotten what he wants, he’ll trash the evidence and you’ll be safe. He cupped one of your tits, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He pulled down the neckline of your top just enough for your nipple to pop out from underneath. All the hairs on your arms stood up at this sudden exposure. You glanced around to see if anyone’s noticed through the windows; they had not. Raffy gave a low groan, then swiped the tip of his tongue over it. 

“Raffy,” you huffed, trying not to squirm as sparks of pleasure hit your center. “Not here.” 

“I know, Kitten,” he said, sucking your nipple and flicking it again. The feeling arched your back and you clenched your thighs closed. This did not go unnoticed by Raffy. “Is my little slut getting turned on?” he asked, amused as he continued licking your nipple. “Hm? Should I turn my attention somewhere else?”

“No,” you gritted your teeth. 

“I think I should,” he said, “Open your legs for me.”

“No, Raffy.”

“Yes, Kitten. It’s mine now. I’m allowed to play with what’s mine.” 

You grabbed his wrist as he settled his hand on your exposed thighs, but the attempt was feeble. Raffy continued teasing your nipple while his hand slid up your inner thighs. You tried squeezing them to keep him from going further out of habit. Yet, he continued, gently massaging across them before his fingers brushed your underwear. The new intrusion made you gasp. Raffy let out a long groan when his hand cupped your sex, and he felt your pussy throb. He ran his fingers torturously over the slit several times much to your dismay and your pleasure. You wriggled yourself out of his grasp, trying to escape before your body gave into his demands. Yet, Raffy was stronger than he looked. He still rubbed over your sex, his middle digit found roughly where your clitoris would be. The teasing touch made you bite your lower lip. 

“My, my,” he tsked, kissing the rim of your ear, “Somebody’s getting wet.” 

You couldn’t help it. His hand felt so good. His mouth felt good. How could your body not respond? You wished there was an internal switch to shut it off. You gasped as those fingers pushed your panties aside. The metal rings he wore smoothed over your folds, feeling slightly colder in comparison to his skin and your heat. This new touch made you gasp and clutch his shoulder tightly. 

“Touch my cock,” he ordered, pulling down your bra to show your other breast, which he began teasing as well. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

When you did not move your hand, he ceased his teasing and put your right hand on his crotch. In the center of his trousers, a hard bulge hit your palm. Raffy groaned, closing his eyes a second to take in the warmth of your hand. He went back to touching your pussy while you reluctantly groped the outline of his cock. It was bigger than you’d imagine, but not too big. You often joked he probably had a small dick, which is why he tried too hard, but no. It felt nice. He moaned into your nipple as you stroked. You hoped this would be all he wanted, but then he moaned into your ear. 

“Take it out, Kitten,” he said, “Rub it out for me.”

“No. There’s…” people in the next room who might come in any second. 

“Do it,” he demanded, giving your nipple a gentle bite. “Now.”

With one hand, you undid his pants and stuck your hand inside. This new sensation made Raffy’s eyes fall closed. You held back a cry when his fingers found your clit again. Circling the hard pearl, you couldn’t stop the flood of pleasure breaking through. You didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time you did. You stroked the cock pulsating against your hand, lightly brushing it up and down. He’s thick with a dripping tip that slickened your motions. You felt the veins throbbing each time you went down the shaft. You liked it. Daniel’s was smaller than Raffy’s. The desperation inside you heated up, imagining yourself riding this cock. You had a dildo about his size, which filled you completely every time. Right as you pictured it sheathed fully into your pussy, Raffy slipped the two fingers inside you and you tensed in his grasp. Your legs suddenly spread further apart to give his hand more space. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, groaning when you squeezed his member, “Keep going just like that. Oh, just like that.” 

His fingers curled up into your pussy, and immediately prodded the rough patch inside. You’d never think in a million years that Raffy Barton would know where the g-spot is located. His thumb worked your clitoris in circles while his fingers fucked you carefully. The rings he wore only added to your pleasure, working like ridges on a ribbed toy. Jerking him a bit faster, he moaned out loud, face contorted by pleasure as he came closer to orgasm. Soon, you felt your walls clamp down around his digits, and the sensitivity in the nub up top became more prominent. 

“R-R-Raffy,” you stammered, huffing as it came closer. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

Upon hearing this, he deepened his fingers to prod your g-spot expertly. You shuddered and your muscles tensed as your climax came closer. Not wanting anyone to overhear, you lowered your cries to whimpered curses laced with his name. His own orgasm approached as you rapidly stroked him now, making him groan as he kissed you. 

“Come,” Raffy huffed on your lips, “Cum for me, Kitten. I want to feel this pussy cum on my hand. Come on now. Don’t keep me….me waiting.”

Then, you did. Your climax was shaky breaths and constricted muscles. You continued pumping his slick cock, coated by sticky precum. You imagined it inside you later as he brought you over the edge. Raffy watched you the entire time, drinking in the sight of you half naked and quivering in his hand. Right as your orgasm ended, his began. Raffy gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip so much you thought he may draw blood as it hit him. Thick streams of hot cum spilled over your hand, slightly disgusting but also arousing. Raffy’s body contorted to the pleasure, letting it guide him until he was completely spent. 

“Fuck-” he breathed, leaning on his side once his climax subsided. He removed his fingers, and brought them to your lips. Naturally, you opened your mouth to taste yourself, something you’ve done plenty of times. “It’s better than I imagined,” he said once he pulled his finger away, “You’re so tight and warm. How am I supposed to stay away from you, hm?”

“Alright,” you sat up and put your breasts back in your bra and shirt, “You got what you wanted. Delete what you have.”

He chuckled, “Not a chance.”

“What?” you looked back over at him, seeing him zip up his trousers. You wiped your sticky hand on a throw blanket on the back of the sofa. “Why not? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Not nearly,” he told you, bringing you back to him and pecking your lips softly. “Not even an ounce of what I want, and I want quite a lot.” He grabbed your breast again and kissed you deeply, moaning when he tasted your juices on your tongue. 

“You said once you got what you wanted, you’d delete them,” you argued. 

“And I will, no worries, Kitten,” he reassured you with a soft kiss. “I’d love to stay in here and keep doing this, but there’s a party we need to get back to.” 

You didn’t think you could face the people outside after what you just did. You’re not surprised he won’t delete the videos. If only you could get your hands on his phone, then you can do it yourself. No video, no blackmail. The embarrassing, shameful thought that you enjoyed what he just did to you flooded back. You should’ve fought back more. You shouldn’t be so damn weak. What you did only enforced the idea that fat girls are desperate and easy. Perhaps tonight you are. Perhaps tonight you can be. Losing Blossom and Daniel plagued you too long, and if you could lose yourself in the drugs and orgasms Raffy could bring, then you’d accept it for now. You could go back to hating him tomorrow. 

Standing on wobbly knees, Raffy led you out of the room by the hand. During your time in the room, the party went into full swing. People grouped together in the middle of the living room, which had been cleared for a dance floor near the stereo. Their bodies gyrated, whirled, rocked and swayed to the hip-hop beats going through the house. Blue lights bathed the white walls in a faint baby blue color, giving the room a club atmosphere instead of a home. The bumping music seemed to ignite the drugs in your system, and brought energy into your relaxed body. You spotted Alice dancing with Kojo, and Natalie dancing close to Archie, Alice’s brother. You hoped neither of them saw you with Raffy, who brought you over to the dance floor. His arm snaked around your waist, with your bodies coming close together again. The drugs coursing in your bloodstream made it hard to care if anyone saw you two. All judgment went out the window when Raffy kissed you again, deeply and tenderly. The only reason you parted was due to the heckling coming from his friends a few feet away. When he swiped a bottle of gin from nearby, he popped it open and tipped some into your mouth. You managed to swallow the burning alcohol, but some dribbled onto your chest. 

A thing Raffy had no trouble licking off you, grabbing your ass in the process. You giggled, shocked by the brazen act. 

You’d allowed yourself to get lost in the party. The lights blurred your vision. The music drowned out the sorrow and pain plaguing your mind. Nothing could hurt you behind your wall of substances. You drank more gin before passing it to Raffy, who took his own shot. As he drank, you glanced over to see Natalie watching you both. She shifted her eyes to Raffy, then furrowed her brow in confusion. You laughed and shrugged. Raffy turned your face to kiss you again, the pure alcohol flowing between the both of you. He bent to your ear and spoke. 

“You turn me on so fucking much,” he growled in your ear, giving your bottom another squeeze. “I can barely contain myself around you now.”

You glanced over his shoulder to see Daniel with Charlotte. With a drink in his hand, he watched you and Raffy enviously. You smirked knowingly. 

“You must’ve been a big fan of mine,” you quipped, hands on his shoulders, “To have so much evidence.” 

“Too big of a fan,” he replied, kissing your neck. “I should be embarrassed about it, honestly.”

“How come?”

“Because I wank off to you nearly every day…And now I get to fuck you every day too.” 

“Says who?

“Says me,” he replied. “I still have your stuff. I can send it whenever I want. So, if you want to make sure everyone keeps thinking you’re an angel, you’ll be a good pet and come home with me tonight.”

His words brought back the reality of the situation again. He basically owned you as long as he had the footage. If you refused him in any way, all he’d have to do is release content into the world. A feeling of helplessness came over you as he pulled you in for another kiss. You regretted ever letting this happen. You should let him post them, and be done with it. He already fingered you on the couch, so he cannot say he received nothing. Running your hands in his blond curls, you thought about how his hands felt on your body. Boys do not pay attention to you like this very often; they’re usually disgusted by you. When will you have another boy touching you this way? When is the next time you’ll be caressed and kissed? You should soak it in for all its worth at the moment. Having someone like Raffy absolutely craving you reminded you of Blossom, a desirable wanton creature from their fantasies. 

You continued dancing together, occasionally kissing as you gyrated together, before everyone went to the dining table where they sang happy birthday. Drinking a cocktail of rum, fruit punch and lime soda, your inhibitions became looser. Suddenly, you wanted Raffy. You didn’t care if he was a prick. You didn’t care if you’ll regret it in the morning. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there. If anything, you’ll blame the alcohol in the morning. No doubt he’ll do the same. Warmth spread through your body, and you forced yourself to eat to keep yourself from getting dizzy. 

The party raged on until the late hours of the night. By the time Raffy led you out of the house, a chauffeur waiting in a luxury car for him, you giggled from the fuzziness all over you. You slid into the backseat before him, shuddering with anticipation as he joined you. The partition between driver and passengers remained closed, so you only saw a black wall. 

“Now that we’re alone again,” Raffy slurred, not wasting a second in capturing your lips, “Come here."

 He kept his left hand on your jaw while the right lifted up your top over your chest. Your hands went up his stomach to his chest and then his shoulders, where you felt the lean muscles underneath your fingers. Your arousal ignited once more under the influence of alcohol and Raffy’s lips. Leaving his mouth, you left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his pale throat. He groaned softly at your lips marking spots on his neck and collarbone as his hands went to the clasp of your bra. You heard it unclasp, and fall away from you slightly. Under your shirt, Raffy felt both your tits gently like before. You kissed the top buttons of his shirt, which you popped open to reveal more of him. His smooth ivory chest made the perfect canvas for more hickies and bites. Raffy enjoyed each one, hissing and wincing at the particularly hard ones. Reaching the buckle of his jeans, you swiftly undid his fly to grab his cock from within. The limited space made the position a bit difficult but you've done it in smaller places. 

"Suck it," he huffed, small hips wiggling at the arousal building in his groin. "I want to feel the pretty mouth around my dick."

Withdrawing him fully, you slid your tongue across the very top of his dick. You did this a few times, a motion that made his thighs tense up, before sliding down his length. His cock grew harder the longer you teased him. You giggled softly when it twitched in your hand, almost as if moving away from the sensitivity. Chasing that down, you flicked your tongue along the thick under vein where blood pumped through him. You liked the look and feel of it. A white shaft topped with a reddening bulb looked utterly delicious to you. Raffy then moaned particularly loud when you inched his tip to your throat, the faint gagging sounds in the car. He gripped the back of the seat for support as you deepthroat him again. 

"Better than your toys, huh?" You couldn't see it, but you knew he’d smiled at this. 

"So much better," you said. Precum soon trickled out of his tip, spilling onto your tongue it wasn't unpleasant. You hummed in delight, tasting the sweet but salty substance. "I love sucking cock," you moaned, knowing guys love to hear that even if it's a lie. "So much."

"And now you're going to love sucking mine, Kitten," he groaned. 

You continued doing this until the car came to a halt. Quickly, you both straightened yourselves and stepped out right before someone opened the door. Neither of you acknowledged the driver, who'd let you out, since you were too distracted by one another. Raffy’s house remained in semi-darkness, with a low light coming from moonlight and lanterns on a porch outside. Not that this mattered. Raffy was all you could really see. Your sex pulsed and you whimpered when Raffy pushed you up against a wall right inside the foyer. His hands stayed on your hips, lips crashing into yours, as you felt his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. In a flick of his wrist, he unzipped the garment and loosened it enough for him to slide his hands inside. You unzipped his pants for the third time tonight, and lightly stroked his throbbing member. 

This propelled Raffy to lead you from the wall into a nearby lounge, where you hit the back of a sofa. You hastily removed the cardigan he'd originally worn to the party and unbuttoned his shirt. Not fully removing the shirt, you went back to groping any part of him you could while he untied the strings to your own jacket. His dick twitched in your hand once more, so you gave it a squeeze that had Raffy growling in your mouth. He grinded himself into your hand a few times as he lifted your shirt and bra over your chest. You moaned softly when his fingers found a nipple to pinch, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. 

"Bedroom?" You muttered between kisses, gripping his hair to keep his head where you wanted it. 

"Fuck yes," he breathed, chuckling drunkenly. 

Stairs are a drunk person's biggest obstacle. You and Raffy stumbled or tripped multiple times as you continued kissing and fondling your way up the stairs. At one point, you landed on him at the top, and felt nearly content to have him there. But no, staircases are too much of a challenge.

Raffy and you eventually made it to his bedroom, which was shrouded in utter darkness. He guided you into the room and shut the door behind him. Clothes immediately came off. The sounds of fabric hitting his bedroom floor were accompanied by the faint whines and whimpers you both let out. The moment he had you naked, Raffy pushed you onto his bed. Underneath, you felt a soft mattress and smooth covers. With a soft click, he turned on his bedside lamp. 

"Shit…" he said in a single breath, "Look at you…" 

No malice. No taunting. Pure amazement swirled in those blue eyes. In nothing but your panties, you felt wanted under his gaze. Raffy stared at you the way you imagined Blossom’s fans staring at her photos. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. You saw his cock standing at full attention between his thighs, and his chest heaving in every breath. Blond hair more tangled than usual from your hands, and lips swollen from rough kissing, he looked beautiful. You'll worry about the outcome of this in the morning. 

"Don't just stand there," you said, reaching for his wrist, "Come here."

You yanked onto the bed with you, and you immediately spread your legs to let him in. Stings of pleasure burned in your clit every time his shaft grinded into you. Your need became exponentially higher when his tip brushed your clit, the head spreading the folds apart for direct contact. You gripped at his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh as he continued this motion. His mouth on your nipple added more kindling to the passion burning inside you. 

Your desire held a vice-like grip on you, and only Raffy could break it. 

"Raffy, please," you whined into his ear, the way Blossom did in her videos. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

He grabbed you by the throat. Most inexperienced boys nearly strangle a girl when they try doing this "taboo" move, but not Raffy. Only his thumbs dug into the sides of your neck, while his palm simply pressed to the center. You liked it. The small bit of pressure kept you from breathing too deeply, yet not so much that you'd pass out. He forced you to look at him as he said:

"Call me 'Daddy'," he said, "Like you do in your videos. I like hearing you say it."

Ugh, so typical. But, it was the only way to get what you wanted. Maybe if you did this one favor, he'll delete his evidence and you'll be free. 

"Daddy," you called in your most innocent tone, "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I feel so tingly and hot down there."

He chuckled between gritted teeth. "Of course, Kitten."

Raffy separated from you to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He fiddled around in the area for a minute or so before climbing back onto you. You expected him to rip open the packet and slide it on, but he didn't. Instead, he kissed down your body to your center, where he gave your aching pussy a swift lick. Your knees trembled and you gripped his bed sheets as he continued lapping at your soaked clitoris. He wasn't hasty. He circled the tip of his tongue slowly up and around it, occasionally dipping lower to your entrance. Clearly, porn must've taught him a thing or two. Or maybe he's watched enough of your videos to know what made your back arch. Delighted hums escaped your chest and went into the air as he tortured you with his tongue. You didn't want him to stop despite the growing tenderness flickering in your clit. It dawned on you why girls hooked up with him despite his reputation. 

Finally, he came back up with the condom. Quickly, he rolled it on and then pressed to your pussy one more time. It was hell. You'd never let him know exactly how badly you needed him, but he knew. It was why he so carefully dragged himself across it before finally pushing inside. A rush of euphoric relief shocked you. You wrapped yourself around him immediately, his lanky body resting on top of yours as he rocked himself into you inch by inch. 

Your nails dragged your hands down his back, causing him to thrust into you harder. Soon, Raffy built up a steady rhythm that pushed right near your g-spot. It became unbearable. You swore it was an archer missing the target on purpose. Raffy kept his hips angled a certain way as to touch near it but not on it. You thought at first he must not be finding it, so you directed your hips to guide him there. But then you realized that he did it on purpose when you saw him firmly pin your hips down. 

"I decide where this goes, yeah?" He panted, going back to his pace as he knelt up. "You just lay there and take it how I give it to you."

"Daddy…" you cried out when he gave a particularly rough push. "Oh god, Daddy, please."

Holding your hips, he withdrew from you and rolled you over. Stronger than he looked, you thought. Raising your lower half up, you cried out with his swift push back inside you. He knew you liked this position. Being a fan, he must’ve known you liked taking it from behind. You loved being forced down, and slammed into by your lover until you both came. Raffy made it even better with sharp smacks to your ass. 

"Yes, yes," you panted, clutching his satin pillowcases, "Smack my ass. Smack it again."

So he did. He did it again, again, and again. You knew your bottom would hurt, but with the overwhelming sensations, it didn't matter. 

"Push back," he huffed after a while, "I want to watch you bounce on it-oh god."

You put yourself firmly in place and started rocking your hips. The view Raffy must have awed him. His grip on your waist became tighter as he watched your ass ripple and smack into his narrow hips. He didn't move while you worked, happy to stay kneeling and observing you. The sounds he made were sweet. Short, needy whimpers sometimes followed by soft groans joined your own. So, you alternated between fast and slow strokes to drag out those whiny moans of his. 

You then knelt up so your back hit his chest, giving him access to the front of you. His face immediately buried in your neck, kissing and licking there. 

"You feel so fucking good," he said in your ear, now bottoming up into you. "I knew it'd be the best pussy I ever had."

"Oh yeah?" You pushed onto his cock and stayed there with him buried deep in you. "I'm the best?"

"Yeah, you are," he grunted, palming and squeezing your breasts. "I spent so many hours watching this pussy take all sorts of toys and dildos, I knew it'd have such a good grip-Fuck, Y/N."

You started rutting against him out of nowhere. His cock now hitting the very center, you held onto his forearms as your orgasm snuck onto you. It rippled throughout your body and constricted every muscle until they burned. His own came with sloppy, erratic thrusts and him holding onto you tightly. You each rode out your climax together, trembling together until you collapsed onto his bed. Laying beside each other, neither of you said anything for a while. You did not know what to say; you're here because he'd expose Blossom if you did not.

"You're better than I expected," you laughed weakly, carefully stretching your burning thighs and legs. 

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" He asked, affronted but amused. 

"Guys like you don't know what they're doing when they get in bed," you answered. "You usually care about yourselves."

"I've had a lot of practice," he replied. He turned to you, "I think this is a good start to a wonderful thing, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" You asked cautiously. 

"You didn't think I'd only shag you once, did you?" When you stared in confusion, he continued, "I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw your first post. There's no way I'm only hitting this once," he grabbed your bare bottom and pecked your lips. 

"You can't do that," you reasoned, sitting up despite your tiredness. "That's…so fucked up, Raffy."

"Who says I can't? I didn't get these illegally. You're 18, so you're legal," he replied, sitting up with you. 

"Because it's wrong."

"It wasn't wrong when I was fucking you a few minutes ago," he smirked. "I didn't hear any complaints then."

"Whether I liked the sex or not isn't important," you retorted, "You're exploiting me. You're…Ugh, just delete the photos."

"No," he said confidently. "I've only just scratched the surface of all the things I want to do with you."

"What else could you possibly want?"

"As I told you, nothing too extreme." He scooted closer to you, hand on your thigh, "It's not as if you didn't enjoy it, right? There's nothing wrong with that. I know I definitely enjoyed myself tonight, especially since it's you, Kitten." At your stony expression, he said, "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone about it. It'll stay between us, if you want," he pecked your bare shoulder, then brought his sheets over both of you. "I'm not deleting them. Don't try unlocking my phone either because I have them elsewhere." 

You slid off the bed, wrapping the duvet around your body. Your disbelief turned into anger. He made you go through strenuous sex with him, for him to not only go through with his end of the bargain. You honestly should not be surprised. Guys like Raffy will seize any chance at free sex. He didn't stop you as you made your way to the door. Shutting it behind you, you stewed in your anger as you cleaned yourself up. You hated it. Yes, you'd liked the sex but not enough to let him continue extorting you. 

You felt so helpless. 

****

Raffy watched you leave into the bathroom, then reached for his phone. He stopped the recording, and then accessed it from his gallery. He skimmed through the video to the end, where he and you spoke. He cropped it out. His friends didn't need to know what he held over your head. They only needed evidence. He then added the one from the car, and Archie's sitting room. You looked divine to him. 

Raffy: bagged the fattie tonight! Worth it! 

He waited for them to respond. He put on the first video, content with watching how you slowly unraveled for him. You must be desperate for sex if you let him have it so easily. Not that he blamed you. Lots of girls fell for his charms in the end. He would've thought there was something wrong with you if you'd said 'no'. He watched the way your breasts spilled from your top, and how sensitive they were to his mouth. He'd loved sucking on them alone. But, the best part was your orgasm. Raffy could watch you orgasm over and over and never tire of it. 

Kojo: yooo you did?? LMAO

Nav: Hope you're not hurting too bad hahaha

Kyle: and your bed is still intact lmao 

He attached the video and sent it into the chat. Honestly, you aren't as large as they say. He certainly handled you without issue. He liked all the soft rolls and curves he could hold onto. They didn't understand because they never broaden their minds in the world of sexual pleasure. Next to him, tucked away inside his dresser are all the sex books he'd bought over the years. He spent time studying the female body and sex just to be the best. Girls don't come back if you're shit in bed. He would have you more than once, certainly. Raffy sat back against his pillows, the glow of his orgasm still lingering inside him. He heard the shower inside turn on. He considered joining you, simply to hold you in his arms for a while. 

Raffy: And that's only half the action boys! She gave me a handy at the party and head in the car.

The best he's ever had. He remembered being stuck in a place between reality and utter bliss the entire time. From the moment he felt you cum around his fingers, he couldn't satiate his appetite. Normally, he can contain himself with girls. They didn't like it if he pushed or acted too forward, but not you. He's sure you did this because of the blackmail, but he knew you enjoyed it. You came so much and so hard on him that your juices spread onto his balls. Your pussy gripped him in a way that he thought he might lose all sense. You could have asked him for his car keys, and he would've handed them over. How can you expect him to give it up so easily?

Nav: FUCK SHE'S HOT!! 🤩🤩

Kojo: Bruv, I take back everything I said about her. Look at them tits, man! I'm in love 😍

Nav: she knows her way around a cock for sure 

Archie: Can I have a turn??

Raffy: she's too much woman for you Chubs

Archie: I'm bigger than you. I could handle her.

Kyle: He's not wrong. You're a twig, mate. 

Raffy: I like to think I'm more of a branch than a twig. 

Raffy watched the car video, where he held the phone to show you choking on his length. You'd kept him walking around the edge the entire time. He might ask you to suck him off again only so he could feel your mouth and tongue. Some of Raffy’s favorite videos were the blowjob POVs. 

Kojo: just noticed she's wearing stockings. 

Nav: love that 😍

Kojo: yo let us come over for a turn, yeah? 🤣

Raffy: as if 

The shower turned off. You could use whatever you liked in his bathroom. He pictured you coming out, dripping wet and batting your lashes, telling him you can't find a towel. He'd offer to dry you himself, just to make sure you're dry, and it leads to a second round inside your gorgeous body. But instead, you came out dry with his duvet wrapped around you again. It'll have your scent on it now. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in it. 

"I've decided to go along with your bullshit exploitation," you said, arms crossed. "For now," you added quickly. 

"Okay," he snorted as if he needed your permission in the first place. 

Kyle: I reckon that's a whopping 300 points

Kojo: lucky fucker

He put his phone down and pulled the sheets down next to him. "Stay with me," he said, patting the bed. "I like having you here."

"Your parents won't care that a girl stayed over?"

"They're in Paris."

Or so said their last message. Raffy didn't want to think about them right now. 

When you did not come to him, he went to you. Cupping your face, he placed gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. He kept kissing you until he lured you into the bed with him, letting you straddle him. Nav was wrong. Your weight did not hurt him at all; he liked it. It was similar to a restraint, light and with a bit of wiggle room. He pulled the covers over you again, and you two spent the night kissing and fondling until you drifted to sleep. 

He slept like a baby. 

****

a/n: Hey, I hoped you all liked this one. It’s my first ty tennant fic so I’m not sure if it’s any good lol Thanks for reading 

[raffimusiker]

Hey there! I just finished Picard and wondered if you could rec any Raffi x Seven fics that you particularly love? They got on my radar in large part because of your blog, so thank you for the introduction :)

hello! that's really cool and i'm very glad i was able to bring you into the saffi fold 😊

i read fic of all ratings, but most of these are M or E. i'll link them under a cut because this is gonna be long 😂

in general i love pretty much everything from the following writers because i love their overall style of writing and approaching themes, so i feel like you're bound to find something you like within their bodies of work!

Ericine

Daxs10thHost

bimichaelburnham

PepperSpicedLatte

here are a few of my FAV fics off the top of my head, in no particular order. this list is never ending and i am for sure forgetting a bunch. but i think it's a good starting point!

how shall i touch you unless it is unless it is everywhere? by Daxs10thHost (rated M) That whole night, there’d been no talk of the handhold; Raffi’s focus had been entirely on the game, and Seven, between stolen glances, had mirrored her concentration, deciding not to push her luck. But there, hesitant in the hallway, Seven suddenly recognized the look in Raffi’s eyes. or, Raffi invites Seven back to Earth to explore their relationship.

Mimesis by bodyinmotion2 (rated M) A silent retreat on Vashti gives Seven some new perspective and she comes home with a story to tell: Hers. Finally able to open up, she allows a hand written journal to tell the story of what happened to her when she left Earth after Voyager and the intimately manipulative relationship she held with Bjayzl. Raffi and B'Elanna, chosen to bear witness to the truth form Seven's support system as they navigate past trauma together in order to continue healing and move on.

supermoon spell by Ericine (rated E) "If anything, you've been saying it the whole time. I'm the one saying it back." Agnes and Rios break up (again), and three of the least likely people to hang out on Risa head to Risa for a month. All three are having relationship issues. All three work it out, as much as people like them can. (Or, you know, the one where they say "I love you")

perchance to dream by Ericine (rated G) "Her first night of sleep in fifty years would be with you." They have three days to set the future right. They sleep where they can. After the first long day, they can. Thing is, Seven hasn't slept as a human in decades.

A House Is A Home Only With You by bimichaelburnham (rated M) "It's not that Raffi doubts Seven has feelings for her, no. They are there. She would have to be blind not to see. It's in the way Seven wraps an arm around her waist in the morning as Raffi is fighting with the replicator to make them coffee. It's in the way she reaches for her absentmindedly when Raffi has been out of her orbit for a little too long." Or Seven makes a confession and Raffi is done letting it breathe.

Missing Seven by speedtrials (rated M) Due to the (20 years overdue) earth-shaking revelation that Seven of Nine is canonically queer (!!!) there is an immediate requirement for approx 10000 fics to be posted and I answered the call. This story features seven (get it?) missing scenes from Season 1 of Picard with Seven and Raffi Musiker, who are now officially established as the cutest, most badass, hottest, not to mention casually MILF, f/f couple in the galaxy. ✨ Get into it. ==Complete==

The slow walk towards a better life by changethenarrative (rated E) Raffi and Seven deal with their new but tentative attraction to each other as they’re caught in a web of sabotage and shifting loyalties while the planet Coppelius negotiates its place in the Federation. Set after the events of 1x10.

Getting Started (rated M) 'There were thirteen standard earth days between the beginning and end of Raffi’s endurance. Three hundred and twelve hours (eighteen thousand, seven hundred and twenty minutes), of virtuous, almost saint-like patience; stretching between point A, and point Z.' Raffi spends way too much time waiting for the right moment to move things along with Seven. Eventually, she makes her own opportunity.

it's not the weight you carry but how you carry it by Daxs10thHost (rated T) Seven looks over Raffi’s shoulder, out the window to where the setting sun has lit the desert sands in pinks and golds. “Read to me?” she asks, and as soon as she says it, all the tension drains from her chest. She looks back and sees her relaxation mirrored in Raffi’s pose. “These next few nights? Just until I fall asleep?” “Oh honey,” Raffi hums. “I would love that. More than you can ever know.” or, Seven and Raffi find each other in the pages of really old books. canon-adjacent, post-season 1.

Everything Carries Me To You by bimichaelburnham (rated E) "Raffi talks about the dichotomy of her human and Borg parts with poetry, as though she is praising art. She talks about their shape as if they are a natural happenstance and not born from a species' cruel desire to own every part of another. [...] It comes and it goes, the acceptance of herself." After time traveling to the past, Seven struggles with her old-new circumstance as well as reconciling both parts of herself. Thankfully Raffi is here to land a hand. Post-season 2 Canon compliant.

i also really love fics set in the confederation (the universe they found themselves in in s02e02). it's basically a what if president annika hansen and head of security raffaela musiker were a thing in that world. they're usually smut with a tinge of danger. it's a fun place for fic!

let my force just carry us home tonight by Ericine (rated E)

can I take you all the way? by Ericine (rated E)

Nothing Is Permanent (Not Ever Our Troubles) by bimichaelburnham rated E)

Ethereal by PepperSpicedLatte (rated E)

i hope you find something you enjoy in this list! there is so much out there already so whatever your fancy, i'm sure it's already out there.

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: S2E9 Reaction (spoilers!)

the gods have bestowed me with a download link, so here i am! one day early! completely wrecked!

AGNES BOARDING THE SHIP IN THAT RED DRESS IS SO HOT OF HER

OMG THATS HOW BORGATI GETS THE BODY???????????? SHES SO COOL?????????????

La Sirena... ASSEMBLE <3

*chuckles* i am in fear

Agnes' monologue 😳🤌

"I'm not an idiot and I didn't memorise the code" ME PROMISING MY FRIENDS I'LL KEEP THEIR SECRET BY SIMPLY NOT REMEMBERING IT

EMERGENCY COMMAND HOLOGRAM??????? THE DOCTOR IS SO SO PROUD RN

ELNOR ❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

okay that grenade to dream transition is so fucken lame. 0/10

smh not the "You're doing better" to *clams up and regresses* pipeline

Seven with her phaser so hot so true <3

Raffi and Seven being together in every shot so true so true 😭🙏🏻

Picard using his British Loud Voice lmfaooo

"You will die running" as if Picard can run............

HOLD ON SEVEN LOOKING TO RAFFI TO CHECK IF SHES OK AND RAFFI NODDING HELLO THEYRE SUCH LESBIANS

HOLY FUCK THAT SHOT OF THEM KILLING HIM... TOGETHER. TOGETHER?????? HOLY FUCK HOLY BJDHDNSNSB AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

why do we have haunted house elements in a star trek show i-🧍‍♀️

can... we move on... from the hide and seek... thing...

RAFFI BANDAGING SEVEN?????????? YALL ARE KILLING ME

RAFFIS HAND ON HER WAIST HELLO OKAY YOU USELESS LESBIANS

WAIT A MINUTE EXPOSITION????????? SEVENS BACKSTORY???????? JANEWAY MENTION?????????????? HOLY FUCK STARFLEET BORGPHOBIA????????? HOLY FUCK.

okay janeway you didn't fight harder because??????????? fuck you ❤️

that just roundhouse kicked me out of nowhere

YOU WILL MAKE A GREAT CAPTAIN??????????????????? SO TRUE SEVEN OF NINE CAPTAIN OF RAFFIS HEART

"WE'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS????" THAT *LOOK* BETWEEN THEM??????? THAT MOMENT??????? THAT *B E A T*?????? F C K FKC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCK

Elnor's sword 🥺

If Yvette Picard is the borg queen i'm downing my drink*

*drink: is starbucks

Gun: runs out of bullets

Picard: grunts and puts it away

IVE MISSED YOU SPACE LEGOLAS GO LITTLE ROCKSTAR APPLE OF MY EYE 😭

COOL! ELNOR AND RAFFI HAVE A MOMENT! -sipppppp-

Seven having an idea?????? i am Scared

ELNOR AND RAFFI HAVING ANOTHER MOMENT??????? SIP.

SPACE MOMS AND THEIR SON WORKING TOGETHER SO TRUE

BORGATI AND ELNOR FIGHT NOOOOO NOT MY BABIES FIGHTING

the babies are fightingggggggg

SEVEN AND RAFFI WORK SO WELL TOGETHER. FUCK. LIKE THEY ARE LITERALLY A POWER COUPLE AND THIS DIRECTOR FRAMES IT SO WELL

SEVEN NO

SEVEN NO NO NO NO NO

NO NO NO NO NO O NO NO NO NO MO NO NO

SO BQ CAN JUST WHACK RAFFI WITH HER TENTACLES BUT SHE NEEDS TO IMPALE SEVEN THROUGH THE CHEST????? FUCK

LOVE????????????? BQ TALKS TO RAFFI ABOUT SEVEN AND THE FIRST THING SHE TALKS ABOUT IS LOVE?????????

STOP MAKING SEVEN DIE. FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

Agnes becomes benevolent!BQ? sip!

LETS BUILD A UNIVERSE OF SEVENS????????????????????? OHHHH MY HOD OHBH MY HKFB FIFHDBDBJDJSNN OHGHFHFHGHFBFB

ummmm why are we having another rios and teresa kiss before... you know

SEVEN BECOMING REASSIMILATED??? SHOT 🤠

SEVENS IMPLANTS BEING BACK. FUCK ME.

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I WANTED THEM BACK. UM SHE LOOKS DEVASTATED. I DONT WANT THEM BACK ANYMORE LEAVE HER ALONE LET HER BE HAPPY JUST LET HER BE HAPPY JUST LET HER B

are we sort of romanticising s*icide. i don't like this. can we not do this.

where is q in all of this by the way

star trek picard saying love is a gift and not letting seven and raffi kiss? fuck off ❤️

oh god.

YES RAFFI YES YES YES YES YES YES YES SAY IT SAY IT SAY IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS FUCK

CTYING IN THE CLUB CRYING IN YHE CLUB CRINY IN THR CLUB

CRYING CRYING CRYING CRYING CRYING IN YHR CLUB CRYINY DOBBING SCREAMING THROWING UP

rios being like "oh man. thats my ship" same bestie

"MY SHIP" "MY SHIP" DYING

"IM MYSELF" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I AM SOBBING I AM CHOKING I AM NOT OKAY

in conclusion, if you haven't figured it out, i made a drinking game bingo thing for this episode. also, no one talk to me for 3-7 business days.

[soc-characters-as-songs]

Favorite part of the interviews and a song for all?

ivy: "*he keeps a small polite smile, silently gesturing to the refreshments available as he asks* how have you been finding angeles and the palace, ivy?

*/king doof-ael,/ the title her friend alba had dubbed him with, though she couldn't possibly off that as another name. even if it was interesting, it's only when raphael sits that she notices one of the imposing figures standing a ways behind him. /the divergent man/. seven. he was here? now???"

alaska ("and I walked off an old me/oh me, oh my I thought it was a dream/so it seemed/and now breathe deep, I'm inhaling/you and I, there's air in-between/leave me be, I'm exhaling/you and I, there's air in-between")

meredith: "*he keeps a smile at her* I believe I do prefer celebrations inside, though, knowing how hot it can get in the afternoon here in angeles.

*she feels a bit insensitive when he answers because it's such a huge "duh" moment and she kind of just didn't think about it before she made the comment about all the parties. but she can just add it to her mounting list of little mistakes. she grimaces and nods, murmuring* right, sorry, of course. *she shifts again, reminding herself that she needs to focus more* it's um... colder in northern angeles too. at least where I grew up *she breathes in a sigh because somehow she's turned this into a conversation about the weather, which she feels like is what you do when you're stuck in a waiting room with a stranger and even if that's what the interviews could be likened to she was hoping it wouldn't be like that. she squirms a bit more and honestly a bit of desperation is setting in and meredith unclasps her purse, finally looking down so she can see what she's doing. she hesitates a moment, then reaches a hand inside and pulls out an assorted bag of gummy bears, which she pilfered from the pantry the night before. she quickly closes the purse again, then her hands go to the bag as she opens it, the bag makes that loud plastic crinkly sound. meredith finally looks up at him again and gives him a weak smile, holding up the bag between them, with the opening facing his way* would you like some? *her eyes dart to sam and the cameras, then back to him* it has all the flavors, I think"

good as it gets ("just leave it up to me, to be sad in paradise/I got a good heart but f*ck it for the art/had a good life, I could never really see that/got so bad, lookin' for love in the trash/if I had it, I wouldn't know how to keep it/well, maybe i'm a mess/and maybe I'm depressed/and maybe I'll just find out who I am and I won't like who it is/and I'm a wreck"

diana: "*he shakes his head at her question, not dismissive at all but offering only this* I'm not the cooking or baking type. reading, you could say, is a hobby of mine - basic as it sounds. *he knows it's probably not enough as an answers so he also adds this* podcasts are a good alternative too if I'm moving around on vehicles *he leans back, putting his elbow on his arm rest as he thinks about the baking thing but wanting to confirm his guess he asks* if you don't mind me going back to the cupcakes, were they in celebration of something?

*she shakes her head when he calls his hobby basic* it's not basic at all. I love reading, honestly, it's a luxury to be able to pick up a book on any topic and learn about something new */especially when you never got a formal education past high school/. she thinks it but doesn't say it out loud*"

blind ("but you're a little like me, same type/cancels every date night/stays home, never leaves/just can't find the energy/I stay pretty numb/never fell for anyone/you seem similar/always end up getting hurt/I haven't felt a thing this year/and I'm only tryna be sincere")

dahlia: *elevator music*

alassie: "*he shakes his head at her question, unsure also of how she's approaching this either but he lifts a shoulder up* not exactly, since it was accidentally spilled on me. it's a shame, however, that I don't have the time to change until a few interviews after this. *he waits for her to take a seat properly, gesturing to the seat again* I do ask for your patience to look beyond that for the next five minutes of your time.

*she raises her eyebrows at his gestures, and settles a little more in her current position by crossing her legs. all his fuss over his jacket makes her want to roll her eyes, and she says sarcastically* I'm not sure I can. *she looks towards the camera crew, sounding more polite as she addresses them* can anyone bring us gin? and a dry cloth?"

entertainer ("you thought you had me, didn't you?/when you lied to my face, I could see the truth/every step of the way I knew/how you fooled me, boo/guess you didn’t know that/you were my favorite entertainer/I'd watch you, I'd laugh, I would fuck with you/don’t you take me for a fool/in this game, I own the rules")

ramona: "*he presses his lips together at her last statement, a wry smile on his lips* nothing that the palace laundry couldn't handle. though, it was my lucky shity that got stained.

*she quickly gives him a more sympathetic smile, replying in an almost joking tone* I hope that wasn't an omen for the rest of the day"

meet me at our spot ("i'm not getting younger/but when I'm older/I'll be so much stronger/I'll stay up for longer/meet me at our spot/caught a vibe/baby, are you coming for the ride?/I just wanna look into your eyes/I just wanna stay for the night, night, night")

rhea: "maybe you'll get to work into developing the shows themselves in the artistic team side now *he tilts his head* I'm sorry that you don't get to perform anymore.

*she waves the apology off* developing shows looks like fun - you get some more creativity. *this is what she had rehearsed for. random fact, something near embarrassing, to make her memorable - not something her mother ever said, but something guy of all people had suggested. she leans in with a sly smile* this sounds incredibly nerdy, but I- well, someone I know back home and I- started work on this musical about aliens"

honey ("'cause I'm a beautiful wreck/a colorful mess, but I'm funny/oh, I'm a heartbreak vet/with a stone-cold neck, yeah, I'm charmin'/all the pretty girls in the world/but I'm in this space with you/colored out the lines/I came to find, my fire was fate with you")

cornelia: "I still think invitations are a nice touch, if not the tiny umbrellas stuck on the cherries of the black forest cake. *he bobs his head at the mention of her friends, curious about them* did your friends get to send you off the other day?

*she chuckles because of his words* the tiny umbrellas /are/ a great detail. I didn't know those were something I needed in my life."

like real people do ("I knew that look dear/eyes always seeking/was there in someone/that dug long ago/so I will not ask you/why you were creeping/in some sad way I already know/I will not ask you where you came from/I will not ask you and neither would you")

kaden: "*he thanks her for the coffee, holding it with both of his hands for a bit to let it cool* my previous shirt and jacket have seen better days, and this is a new set of saucers and cups but thankfully not many other casualties *he shakes his head, lifting his mug up* I'd prefer to be drinking coffee or wine rather than have it accidentally on my shirt.

*she finishes to serve her own cup* a thrilling morning you're describing. *she looks up from under her lashes, still amused apparently* perhaps getting rid of the small talk would be for the best."

slow burn ("born in a hurry, always late/haven't been early since '88/texas is hot, I can be cold/grandma cried when I pierced my nose/good in a glass, good on green/good when you're puttin' your hands all over me/I'm alright with a slow burn/takin' my time, let the world turn/I'm gonna do it my way, it'll be alright")

andreia: "*should she look closely, there are coffee stains on the place setting of the coffee table while raffy is in a different shirt and jacket thanks to the wine incident earlier. around them, there are still cameras going off around them, documentation crew really going at it. still, raffy's standing tall with his hands clasped in front of him as she approaches, only offering her his hand when she's close enough to him so he can guide her to her seat. he tries to give her a small smile despite being tired* lady andreia, thank you so much for waiting. my name is raphael, it's a pleasure to meet you.

*being outside all day, with the sun being bright, has not been /ideal/ for andreia, but she's trying her best to ignore the budding headache. she takes his hand when she reaches him, but keeps her other hand in her pocket for the time being, and gives him a small smile in return* just andreia is fine. it's nice to meet you. *once the handshake is done, she takes the other hand out of her pocket, and smiles a little sheepishly before explaining* in iberia, it's rude to show up to someone's house without a gift to give the host *she holds out her hand and in it is a small origami corgi* I know it's not much, but... *she shrugs a little, still with the same sheepish smile*"

valerie ("well, sometimes I go out by myself/and I look across the water/snd I think of all the things of what you're doing/in my head I paint a picture/since I've come home/well, my body's been a mess/and I miss your ginger hair/and the way you like to dress/oh, won't you come on over?/stop making a fool out of me/why don't you come on over, valerie?")

arely: ??????????????

suzy: "*he waits for her to take a seat before taking his own, making a gesture for plato to follow like the besets boy he is and he stays by raffy's feet* he gets mad when he feels underdressed for an event. *he nods at her response to the food, understanding of her wanting to save space for dinner, but is very pleased to hear that she likes the food. he glances at the table, looking for his recommendation and gestures to a green tea bag* I believe some hot green tea would be nice before dinner. cleanses the palate too. *he tilts his head* any favorites from the selection of food earlier?

*she raises her eyebrows, surprised since she tried to dress up bom several times but she ultimately hated being dressed, even if it's a simple bow. she turns her attention to plato and looks down at him* a true gentlepup I see"

505 ("not shy of a spark/the knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark/frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark/the middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start")

[kagetsukai]

Prompt for you! :D Hannah and Cullen teasing each other about Raffy and Lily please? :3

This was so much fun to write!!! Thank you :D

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“We’re making good progress clearing the living spaces,” Hannah said to Cullen as they both leaned over the constantly expanding plans of Skyhold. “Soon we should be able to assign quarters to essential personnel, but I’ll leave that up to you - or whoever will be in charge of that.”

Cullen nodded along and made several notes on a separate clipboard. While he did that, Hannah straightened up in an attempt to stretch her stationary body; she wasn’t used to sleeping in tents and was definitely looking forward to when beds would become available again.

That’s when she noticed the working crew coming out of one of the doorways, loud and laughing and covered in a layer of grime. It took Hannah no time to spot Raphael as he chatted with someone next to him and smiled his brilliant smile.

“I thought you didn’t like pretty boy noblemen?” she heard Cullen say next to her.

She immediately snapped her eyes back to him, only to see him watch her with clear amusement.

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked, a warning clear in her voice. Which he either missed or ignored.

“You’re trailing your eyes after Raphael,” he said and chuckled as if he just told a good joke. “You clearly have f–”

“Shut your piehole, Commander!” Hannah interrupted him and pointed an index finger at his face. “You know nothing, alright?”

She sounded a little shrill even to her own ears, but she’d sooner die than allow Cullen to expose her. He stared at the finger as if it personally offended him and he knocked it out of the way with a huff.

“Really? Are you going to be childish about this?” he asked and did his best to not roll his eyes.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Hannah tossed back, her temper rising.

“Oh, really?” he asked and a sly grin spread on his face. “Then what about that time when you basically ran away when you saw him bare-chested? That was not the most adult thing to do, you know. You should just admit you are head-over-heels for him.”

Her face was beet-red; Hannah could feel her blush spread all across her cheeks and neck. The accompanying embarrassment also made her want to defend herself, which in turn made her reckless.

“Oh? I should admit things?” she asked, her voice full of danger that Cullen seemed to finally pick up on. “What about you and the Inquisitor? The way you blush around her could light the entirety of Skyhold at night.”

Cullen scowled in reply, though his neck suddenly showed the first tinges of the very blush Hannah had insinuated.

“You’re imagining things,” he said with an air of finality. “The Inquisitor and I–”

“You can’t even say her title without getting all flustered!” Hannah exclaimed and cackled. “Who knew? Commander Cullen is love with Li–hhhmmmphhh”

“Shut up!” Cullen hissed as his gloved hand covered her mouth. “On the pain of death, quiet yourself!”

Hannah snorted and was about to say something else when a loud shout echoed through the courtyard; it paused them both and made them look towards the source of noise.

Apparently Lily had come out to speak with her cousin and helped give out water to all the workers. When she came to Raphael, instead of ladling some water into his cup, she tossed it in his face, thoroughly soaking him. In turn, he had grabbed the bucket out of her hands and dumped it over her head. Now they were chasing each other around the courtyard, wet clothing clinging to their bodies, and screaming bloody murder that was definitely laced with happy shrieks.

Faced with the view of Raphael, all smiling and carefree, made Hannah realize that Cullen was right, though she would sooner die than admit that out loud. One glance at the Commander told her he had similar thoughts in regards to Lily. As if by an unspoken agreement, they let go of each other and once again busied themselves with the plans on the table.

“We’re never talking about this again,” Cullen mumbled to her quietly.

“Great idea,” she said and tried her best to get back to work.

[thegoodhausfrau]

F,I,R

F: a song that I’ve used as a ringtone at some point

Give It Up by Pepper! “Why don’t you have some dirty hot sex with me?” every time the boyfriend called was my style. 

I’ve also used I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco, Ready To Fall by Rise Against, and Bananaphone by Raffi 

I: a song that gives me butterflies

Hmm, well after thinking it over it turns out I do not have one. I feel musical butterflies are a kind of nervousness when thinking a song relates to a someone. Music is never anything but comforting to me. Scientifically butterflies are a sign of sexual arousal (aka lust, not love) in people, so I don’t find them exactly flattering. Like wow I’m really about to disappoint your whole ass body. I thought it would just be your brain but nope, also those guts. Top, middle, and bottom!

R: a song that I’ve listened to lots of times recently

Meet Me In The Street by Sheer Mag

Steel Sharpens Steel by Sheer Mag

Keep On Runnin by Sheer Mag

Chopping Block by Sheer Mag

Silver Line by Sheer Mag

[dibdibang-usapan]

CHAPTER 14 : Sinong Hindi Marupok?

(a part of ongoing basa serye MAY MAGMAMAHAL PA BA SA AKIN?)

Hindi na ako muling naghanap pa ng body guard, ayoko nang mapalapit muli sa ni isa sa aking mgaempleyado. Tuloy ang aking pagbida sa mga pelikula.

Nagkaroon ako ng mga karelasyon.

Si Jeri, anak ng senador, pero nang malaman ng kanyang pamilya na ako ang kanyang girlfriend ay agad siyang pinagbantaan na itatakwil kung hindi ako hihiwalayan. Humingi pa ng break-up sex si gago. Sira ulo!

SI Mikey, laki sa Amerika, may pinakamalaking titi sa mga nakilala ko, mayroon malalaking negosyo dito sa Pilipinas ang kanyang pamilya. Hindi daw siya papamanahan ng kanyang ama kung itutuloy namin ang aming relasyon. Masakit lang na hindi siya nagdalawang isip nang hiwalayan ako.

So Raffy, isang abugado, matapang, malaki ang boses. Binata at matipuno. Maraming nagkakagusto sa kanya kaya naman napakaswerte ko na sa akin siya umuuwi tuwing pagkatapos ng trabaho. Nag-live in kami ng mga 8 buwan. Akala ko ay siya na ang the one pero ang hindi ko alam ay marami palang babae. Hindi lang ako! Agad ko siyang pinalayas nang malaman kong may nabuntis na siya at pinangakuan ng kasal. Tangina!

Si Alex, nerdy at matalino. Medyo kulang pa siya sa karanasan nang makilala ko pero okay lang. Tatlong beses sa isang araw kami kung magtalik. Estudyante siya noon at medyo tinutulungan ko siya sa gastusin. Binilhan ko pa nga siya ng motor. Excited siya palaging umuwi dahil alam niyang makakantutan kami. Naging magaling siyang kumain ng kepyas dahil sa akin. Di nagtagal ay nagkaroon ng kalandian sa school. Minsan pang dinala ang babae sa pamamahay ko. Pinalayas ko siya agad nang mahuli ko sila! Ang masaklap ay dinala niya yung laman ng jewelry box ko pati yung motor. Mga hayop!

Bugbog na bugbog na ang puso ko nang makilala ko si Juan Carlos, hindi siya masyadong matangkad pero maputi, malinis tignan at mabango. Nakapareha ko siya sa isa sa mga maiinit kong eksena. Naging kami agad pagkatapos ng una namin pagtatambal, kasi gandang ganda siya sa akin. Nag-live in agad kami sa bahay niya. Araw-araw ay binibigyan niya ako ng bulaklak, ipinagluluto at iniiwanan ng mga sweet notes. Nagsesex kami araw-araw pero hindi pang porno na eksena.

Isang araw ay nakita ko sa mga gamit niya ang ilang series na pinagbidahan niya at pinanood ko ito. Puta! Nakakaselos pala! Hindi ko man lang ito natapos ito dahil kumakabog ang dibdib ko sa selos. Bakit ganito? Hindi naman ako insecure na babae, pero bakit ganito?! Hindi ko natiis, nag-impake ako at umalis. Bumalik siya sa bahay niya ng may unang note galing sa akin "I can't do this. I'm sorry."

Pero sino nga ba ang magmamahal sa isang porn star? Tangina! Nakakaselos na nakikita mo siyang nakikipagtirahan! Nakakagalit kapag nakita mo siyang tila nasasarapan sa iba! Tanginang buhay 'to!

Tanggap ko nang magiging mag-isa ako nang makilala ko si Gusto. 53 years old na siya, byudo at may tatlong mga anak na nagtratrabaho na. Sinuyo niya ako ng tatlong buwan at bumigay din ako. Nainlove ako sa kanya. Dati siyang seaman at inaasikaso niya na lamang ang kanilang farm sa probinsya kaya tatlong araw ko siya nakakasama bawat linggo.

Mataas ang libido sa katawan ni Gusto. At gustong gusto ko 'yon. Anim na round ang pinakamarami niya, marahil ay libog na libog siya sa akin. Alam niyang porn star ako, napanood na niya lahat ng films ko at okay lang sa kanya. Sabi niya ay ako pa din ang nakikita niyang makakasama niya pagtagal ng panahon.

Gustung gusto kong niroromansa niya ko tuwing gabi, iba-ibang posisyon ang ginagawa namin at palagi niyang pinuputok sa dibdib ko. Masarap ang malaki at matigas niyang titi. Nakakalibog ang ungol niyang malakas tuwing sinusubo ko ito para palabasin ang tamod niya.

Isang araw, pagkaalis ng sasakyan niya habang sinasara ng guard ang gate ay may lumapit na buntis na babae at hinahanap si Gusto. Itinuro ako ng gwardya. "F*ck don't tell me may nabuntis si Gusto na mas bata pansa akin?!"

Tinanong ko ang babae kung anong kailangan niya. "My Mom has been depressed since nalaman niya ang tungkol sa'yo. Stay the hell away from my family." Anak siya ni Gusto. At putangina! Hindi siya byudo! Ginawa niya akong kabit!

Itinapon ko sa labas ang lahat ng gamit niya at sinabihan ko ang guwardya na wag na wag na siyang papapasukin. Nung araw na bumalik siya ay nakita kong kausap niya ng guard. Ginawa niya akong kabit ng hindi ko alam at ni hindi man lang siya nagpaliwanag.

Dear guys,

Oo marupok ako kaya marami kayong inibig ko. Minahal ko kayo ng totoo at sa bawat isa sa inyo ay umasa ako na tapat niyo akong mamahalin.

Bakit napakadali para sa inyong iwan ako sa ere? Bakit napakadali sa inyong iwan akong nag-iisa?

[waylien1]

Three Times Sex with Robert Joseph MacCready Failed and the One Time it Didn't (2/4)

Chapter 2/4 of my shitty-ass smut. CW for blowjobs in this chapter, building up to the finale real slow Rating: E? M maybe? Read it on my Ao3 here: ( http://archiveofourown.org/works/10233596/chapters/22707074 ) . . . . . . . . "Well, looks like we're all alone again, huh Mac," Raffi said, looking out around the Red Rocket Truck Stop. The sun was just barely still visible above the horizon, and cast the world in a lazy orange light as it set. Mac smiled. "Looks like it, boss," MacCready said, wrapping his arms around Raffi's midsection. "Whatever shall we do?" He said, smirking. Raffi turned to look at him, and grinned. "I have a few ideas on how we could pass the time," he said, gently holding Mac's chin between his thumb and forefinger and guiding their lips together. MacCready sighed at the contact, wrapping his arms around Raffi's neck, licking at the seam of his lips. Wet sounds and quiet moans filled the air around the truck stop, as the kiss became more intense, tongues dancing and teeth clashing. Raffi moved his hands down the sharp planes of MacCready's body, settling them on his hips and jerking them forward into Raffi's growing hardness. Backing Mac up against the wall, Raffi growled and began attacking Mac's neck with his mouth, biting and sucking as he ground his growing erection into MacCready's thigh. MacCready screamed and tangled his hands in Raffi's hair, bucking up against the leg that Raffi had thrust between Mac's thighs. Raffi chuckled against his skin. "Well, someone's impatient," he said, sliding his hand down Mac's chest and palming Mac's throbbing cock through the fabric of his pants. Mac panted and bucked against Raffi's hand. "Please Raf, oh my god, f-fuck," MacCready moaned, hands gripping onto Raffi's shoulders for dear life. Raffi smirked. "Please what Mac? What do you want me to do to you?" Mac simply moaned in response. "You want me to suck your cock?" Raffi continued, tracing the outline of Mac's cock through his pants. "You have such a pretty cock, I would love to just get on my knees and suck you off right here, would you like that?" Mac moaned and nodded his head jerkily in response, croaking out a "please." Raffi smiled and slid down to his knees. He fumbled with MacCready's belt, wanting to get it out of the way as soon as was humanly possible, and as soon as he unbuttoned Mac's pants and pulled the zipper down, Mac's throbbing dick popped out, bobbing a few times. Mac hissed at the cool air on his cock. "Dude, seriously, going commando?" Raffi said, his dominant role breaking. "Shut up, I havent had a chance to wash my clothing yet," Mac mumbled in response, threading his fingers through Raffi's thick mohawk. Raffi chuckled. "Shut u-OH," Mac was cut short as Raffi engulfed the head of his cock and sucked it lightly, brown doe-eyes staring up at Mac, wide and innocent. Mac nearly came right there. Raffi pulled off to lick the tip, savoring the salty drop of pre-cum that was there, before delving back down onto MacCready's aching cock. Mac moaned and tightened his grip in Raffi's hair, head falling back against the metal wall. Raffi bobbed his head, licking and sucking and fuck-Mac forgot how good he was at this, he wasnt gonna last much longer if Raffi kept this up, "I'm gonna-" Mac said, and suddenly, they were surrounded by a bright flash of blue, and Mac opened his eyes to an oddly clean white room, he turned his head 45 degrees to the right and screamed-there was a man not two feet from he and Raffi, stone-cold expression on his face. Raffi scrambled to get up and MacCready hurriedly tucked himself away and re-did his belt. His face was burning. "What the FUCK X6?" Raffi screamed at the man, waving his arms around in a way that would be extremely amusing if it werent for the complete and utter embarrassment MacCready was feeling at the moment. "I apologize, I was not aware that you were in the middle of preforming fellatio on your boyfriend. Nonetheless, Father has something important to tell you," X6-88 said, the same expression on his face as always. Raffi groaned. "You can't just zap people in and out of here without warning, X6, God damn it," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Father needed you here quickly. This was the best way of acquiring you," X6-88 explained. Raffi sighed. "Okay, whatever, lead me to father, and we will forget any of this ever happened, deal?" "I don't quite understand, but I suppose you have a deal," X6 said, and began leading the two men towards Father's quarters.