#rudy x drew x reader

[pankowperfection]

Biggest Fan

Summary: you finally take advantage of a meet and greet with your two favorite stars, Rudy and Drew, credit to @pankhoeforlife for the inspiration

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (fem receiving), Dom!Rudy, sort of Sub!Drew, threesome, anal sex

Getting tickets to the meet and greet was expensive, but totally worth it. You’d thought of everything, down to choosing the perfect outfit to look seductive and still be appropriate for the public. The real surprise was waiting underneath your clothes anyway. Jean shorts showcase your long, tan legs. A cropped tank top just barely hides the skimpy lingerie hidden beneath. 

As the table comes into view your heartbeat picks up, palms sweaty at the thought of occupying the same air as Drew and Rudy. They both look even better in person, arousal quickly pooling low in your belly at what you’re about to do. Luckily you’d snagged tickets to a private meet and greet, the only thing standing between you and what you wanted was checking in at the table with your pass. 

“Hi, my name is y/n l/n, checking in for a private meet and greet with Drew and Rudy.” You give the employee your best smile, handing over your badge. 

“Perfect, let me take you to the room and the boys will be in shortly.”

You sit down on the lush couch, imagining how the next hour or so is going to go. The soft knock at the door makes you jump, rushing to your feet again to greet Rudy and Drew.

“Well hello gorgeous,” Drew calls, sauntering into the room full of confidence. 

“Hi sweetheart, you’re y/n right?” Rudy asks, stopping in front of you, not even attempting to hide how his gaze sweeps over your form, blue eyes darkening at what he sees.

“Yep, that's me. So nice to meet both of you, I’m a huge fan.” Your clit pulses, the energy in the room already shifting at their slight flirtations. 

They usher you back over to the sitting area, each snagging a chair and urging you to take your place back on the couch. You squeeze your thighs together to help relieve the ache, action not going unnoticed by Drew. 

“We’re all yours for the next hour. How do you want to spend it?” The innuendo in Rudy’s voice is clear, Drew’s smirk telling you he’s also game.

You take the opportunity to pull off your shirt, the plunging lines of your bra leaving very little to the imagination. Next you wiggle out of your shorts, leaning back on the cushions and spreading your legs, holding their gazes as you expose your crotchless panties to them.

“I want you both to fuck me. Any way you want.”

Drew’s eyes widen, locked onto your glistening folds as he adjusts in his chair. 

Rudy takes action first, swiftly walking over and kneeling down so he’s face level with you. He grabs your chin harshly, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

Then his lips are on yours, feeling even better than all the times you had imagined this moment. You moan and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth, hand sliding to the back of your hair to hold you in place. You get totally lost in the moment, forgetting Drew is in the room until you feel the couch dip beside you. 

As Rudy’s assault continues on your mouth you take the lead with Drew, reaching over to slide the zipper of his pants down. He lets out a soft sigh at the relief of his cock being freed, head falling back against the cushions when your small hand wraps around him. 

Rudy’s lips start a blazing path down your body, stopping to tease each nipple into a hard peak before dipping lower to kiss and suck on your thighs. “Play with her tits Drew. Let her stroke your cock while you tease her.” 

Drew makes eye contact with Rudy before looking over towards you, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he pulls down the cups of your bra. When his strong hands start to massage your breasts you sink further into the couch, stroking his cock faster and loving every moan that comes from his plump lips.

Rudy takes advantage of your distraction, thrusting two fingers into your wet heat. “Oh shit, Rudy. Feels so good.” He smirks in response, leaning down to lick a lazy stripe up over your clit. Your hips buck up on their own accord, desperate to feel more of his tongue.

He doesn’t make you wait, quickly diving in to suckle on your sensitive nub while flicking it with his tongue. Drew’s assault on your nipples continues, rolling them both between his fingers while he sucks deep bruises into your neck. 

“Mmm Drew baby, come here,” you urge him up to your face, winding your hands into his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. He groans into your mouth and the sound goes straight to your pussy, walls fluttering around Rudy’s fingers while he continues to eat you out like a starved man. 

Rudy gathers the wetness seeping from your entrance before teasing a finger to your other hole. You gasp at the new sensation, Drew taking the opportunity to softly push his tongue into your mouth. When Rudy pushes his finger all the way into your ass it's sensory overload. You cum on his tongue, frantically pulling on Drew’s hair as he swallows your moans. 

The three of you break apart, chests heaving. As the both stand before you, you reach a hand up and slide Rudy’s zipper down. He helps you pull down his pants and boxers while Drew watches, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. When Rudy’s cock springs into view you can’t help but gasp at the length of him, wondering how in the world it was ever going to fit. 

“As much as I’d love to see your lips wrapped around my cock, I really want to feel that sweet pussy wrapped around me instead. What do you say princess?” 

“Yes Rudy, please fuck me.” 

He makes himself comfortable on the couch, laying down so you can climb up over his hips. Hovering over the top of his cock you take the time to admire his sculpted body, having to suppress the urge to drool at the utter perfection before you. His abs look like they are chiseled from marble, toned chest leading to that devastating jaw line, his signature dimples on display when you tease him through your folds. 

“Grab the lube Drew, you’re gonna need it to get in her tight little ass.” His patience is over, grabbing a hold of your hips and slamming you down onto his cock. You resist the urge to scream, knowing people in the rooms next to you could probably hear through the thin walls. 

“God Rudy, you’re so big. Feels so fuckin’ good.” You start to rock back and forth over his cock, using his chest for stability. You feel the couch dip behind you as Drew rejoins the group, squirting the lube onto his hand before dragging slowly down through your crack. 

“Lean over baby, let me in.” You do as he says, lying down on Rudy’s chest. Drew works one finger inside, quickly turning into three as he thrusts in and out of you. 

“Shit, you keep doing that she’s gonna cum all over my cock. Squeezing me so tight.” Rudy lands a slap to your ass, making you clench around them both as shockwaves of pleasure spread through your system. 

You feel the head of Drew’s cock press against your other hole, a moment's hesitation before Rudy commands him to fill you up. He wastes no time, burying himself in one quick thrust that makes you scream. You’ve never been so full in your life, toes threatening to curl at the feeling of them both stretching you to the max. 

“Fuck, she’s so tight Rudy. Can I move?” 

“Yeah buddy, go ahead.” You give him a silent nod, not trusting your words as he starts to withdraw.

Rudy lets Drew set his own pace, remaining complete still despite his body screaming at him to fuck you senseless. Once Drew gets comfortable, gripping onto your hips tightly while he rams his cock in and out of your ass. 

“Rudy please. Need you to move,” you groan, feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you driving you crazy. 

He withdraws before thrusting up into you, loan moans spilling from your lips at the sensation of always being filled. When Drew pulls out, Rudy pushes in, the perfect rhythm to make you see stars. 

“Mmm boys, you both feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” You start to rock your body to meet their thrusts, each time one of their cocks slides home bringing you closer to the edge. 

Drew gives in first, a long string of curses leaving his lips as he fills your ass with his cum. His sounds of pleasure trigger your release, collapsing further onto Rudy, face buried in his neck as you bite on his neck to contain your scream. The feeling of you vibrating around him is too much, his thrusts faltering before he fills you with his cum. 

You collapse into a pile of tangled limbs on the couch, sweat and body fluids mixed while you come down from your highs. Rudy breaks the silence first, checking his watch and letting out a low whistle. “Shit, we still have 30 minutes left. You guys up for round two?”

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[thecameronchronicles]

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TW: Threesome. Smut. Language.  

SUMMARY: Drew and Rudy set their sights on you, convincing you to consider their unique and unorthodox proposition. 

WORD COUNT: 2700

*Requested*

It had been three hours since the tears first began to cascade down your cheeks from yet another relationship having failed from a lack of communication having made you feel unlovable and emotional. The thing was, you loved everything about being in a relationship. The romance, the connection, the intimacy… But oh, the intimacy was always the same. The first bond of skin-to-skin is always a rush as you learned of one another’s kinks and limitations, the latter of which was a miniscule margin for you, but the heat of this excitement fading as quickly as it had begun. It seemed that the positions were always the same and the ambitions of your lover always became lackluster. And yet, you believed something was wrong with you as the remainder of the relationship was perfect. Good guys with kind hearts and even softer touches. But this was the problem. You needed excitement. You needed something different. You just simply needed more…

And they’d heard you complain for the umpteenth time for another failed relationship. But it wasn’t this that sparked this upcoming idea in their mind. This would come from the conversation they’d overhear between you and Madison as you sat at the bar. 

“I feel like there’s something wrong with me….They are good guys…but just…”

“Boring?” She filled in the blank for you as you shrugged, stirring your cocktail you couldn’t even think of touching as you were too emotional to enjoy any potential buzz it could grant you. 

“What if I’m just not able to BE satisfied. I mean they try and I just lose focus or if I do finish, I want more like right after…it’s just…so frustrating. What if I’m missing out on the guy that’s best for me by being this…greedy-”

“You don’t EVER apologize for the things you want…You just haven’t found what works for you yet…Just take your time and have fun until you learn what that is…” This is what drove Drew to nude Rudy, a short conversation exchanged between them until they finally turned to face you. 

“You doing alright?” Drew asked, leaning on the bar as Rudy rounded to your other side, compassion and care written across both of their faces, along with that slight mischief in their gazes that you had ignored unintentionally due to the feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Yeah, I think I just need to get home and take a long bath and-”

“Dance with me? Before you go?” Drew offered, extending his hand as the gentleman he always portrayed himself to be. 

Having been acquaintances for some time following your small role on the latest season of Outer Banks, you agreed, as he led you to the floor. Rather quickly, you found him to be rather bold with his motions, a more seductive style than what you would see surrounding you. And yet the mere touch of his hands in this way had been just the aid you needed from your recent heartache. 

The rhythm of his tall frame enveloping you was enough to almost temporarily lose focus of your reality, as if you were on the fringes of asking him for more-damning away the fact you were in public as this was simply forgotten. But this would then be added by the secondary hands of Rudy sandwiching between them both. 

Although you knew you were a glutton for punishment to accept them in unison, it had been the first time in which you felt that spark of arousal unique all its own-the spark that you knew would be met with consumption if you allowed it. But the sudden placement of Drew’s lips to your neck and Rudy’s to your fingers, pulling them playfully between his teeth, had made you relinquish any sense of reservation you may have had up until now. This was that excitement you needed, that change-that acceptance without guilt. And they didn’t only offer it on a silver platter, but with such shamelessness that you were breathless and willing to follow them into any depths they offered. 

“How does this feel, sweetheart?” Rudy questioned as he now kissed up your arm and onto your neck and Drew continued to dance with you. 

“W-wrong…” You confessed as they both smirked, sharing a look with one another, before nodding. 

“The best things always do.” Drew scoffed before licking his lips. 

“Do you want this? With both of us?” Your eyes flashed between them, analyzing this offer before swallowing hard. The idea of just one of them had made your head spin-but both?! Your knees buckled before any further touch was offered and you were already feeling that tight band within your stomach teased with what could be. So before you were able to reject the idea, you nodded. 

Rudy led you through the crowd as Drew paid out everyone’s tabs and met you outside. In his absence, you would be led to a car as your hesitation showed through for the first time. 

“Second thoughts?” He inquired as you bit your bottom lip. 

“There’s no judgment here, okay? If you don’t want this, we can just take you home…But if you want us…we’ll do anything you want…anything to make you feel good…” Drew now joined you. 

“But we expect that in return…to have you as we want…”

“But of course, at any point, if it’s too much, there’s always a word we can decide on now for it if it gets to be too much.” And to this, you’d feel irreversibly confident. 

“I don’t need a word…” And to this, you moved to Rudy, teasing his lips, and doing the same to Drew, before sliding into the passenger side of the car. 

For just a moment, the flush of embarrassment and disbelief rushed to your cheeks as you couldn’t believe this was happening. And of all people, the two kindest and most unexpected of all to have instigated something like this. This is what made it that much more exciting-just HOW unexpecting it was. 

“Do you want a drink or something?” Drew asked as he shut the door to his apartment, a minimalist's space decorated with books and a few cinematic posters of favored shows, but nothing that told anybody much more about him. But it didn’t matter. The only thing you could focus on had been what they promised behind that mischief in their eyes. 

“Or something…” You responded coquettishly back as both boys disposed of their jackets after following your lead, watching you drape yours over the couch and move into the bedroom. They would look at each other with excitement and anticipation before following suit. 

“We need to set some rules here before anything becomes blurred-” Drew spoke as Rudy nodded. 

“This is about trust and communication. So if there is anything you don’t like or don’t want, you need to let us know. No matter when. Okay?”

You nodded. 

“And what about you?”

“Well as much as I love Drew, I don’t want him, sweetheart…this is about us sharing you-” His words chilled you down to your nerves in the best way, like a masseuse finding that perfect knot and quelling it with their trained fingers and with this thought came the more lustful visions of their fingers gluttonous to you. Two of everything JUST for you. 

“Noted…” You began, your fingers trying for the zipper of your dress as you were stopped by Rudy. 

“The only thing you have to worry about is feeling good…”

“And we promise you will…”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked upon stepping out of your dress, revealing your strapless bra and matching panties that made them both take a moment to observe you. 

You certainly weren't’ the first girl in which they’d seen, but you were the first to come to them with such acceptance in your fearlessness. And just as their presence affected you with intimidation but also excitement, your shamelessness had done the same to them. 

Rudy was the first to initiate, taking his hands to your hips as Drew took a seat on the chair at the edge of the bed, pulling it from beside the wall to watch you. Your fingers began at his shirt, pulling apart the buttons before you looked over your shoulder, feeling Rudy’s hands direct you back to him. 

“When my hands are on you, you look at me, sweetheart. At least until I say, okay?” You nodded, basking in this domineering guidance, before his lips collided to yours. Sweet whiskey and the faintest taste of marijuana would become embedded in your mind as being his taste as he led you to the bed. 

“We’ll start you out slow, okay?” He looked to Drew, who was leaning forward with his elbows to his knees as he took in your body, licking his lips for what he was savoring from afar until he could act on it. Meanwhile, you were adored completely and devoutly by Rudy. Wherever his hands had already touched, his lips were quick to follow, until you found him teasing that clothed throb of your clit with his nose. 

“My God, you are already so wet…” You nodded. 

“Poor girl needs to be taken care of…” Drew added.

You nodded, reaching your hands towards Drew as you were laid on the bed. While Rudy kissed the seam of your thighs, inching closer to your sex but only ever teasing, you familiarized yourself with Drew’s kiss, a bit different as he tasted faintly of cigarettes from a habit he wouldn’t quit for reasons all his own. But between your collective vices, it was enough to differentiate the boys from each other, as you bit his lip once feeling Rudy pull apart your panties just enough to access your sex. 

“So sweet…Dripping just for us…” This is what made this interaction THAT much more erotic. It wasn’t just a single lover claiming dominance in ‘me’ or ‘I’, it was ‘us’ and ‘we’ and it was what you realized you had been missing until now. 

“Please…” You whimpered as Rudy seemed to read your mind, taking his finger inside of you before then leading it to your lips. 

“Not fair that I’m the only one tasting you…” He left your slick on your mouth for Drew, his hand now collecting your jaw in fervor as he savored your taste as Rudy was between your legs at full force. His tongue was vicious to your clit as Drew continued to captivate your mouth, never a time in which they both weren’t touching you from this moment on. Even if it would be a graze, their hands didn’t leave your frame. 

“I’m gonna come!” You whined as Drew smiled against your confession while Rudy’s hands lifted to one of your breasts and Drew’s led to the other-sharing you in every extent. 

“Come for him, baby…Reward him with you…He’s worked so hard.” Drew almost patronized as Rudy seemed unphased in anything but his devotion to your buckling against him. As your hands ran through his hair, tugging on him, you would be unleashed against his mouth, his tongue quick to clean up this mess, before he would stand back on the edge of the bed. 

“She’s ready for us…” 

“We’ll start slow…okay? But I can’t promise after that…” Drew reminded Rudy as he nodded, pulling the rest of his clothes off before you were angled in such a way where you were reachable for both men. 

“I’ll take you here…” Rudy explained. 

“And you’ll take me here…” Drew directed, now removing only his belt. 

You nodded. “But I’ll make you come next time, okay, sweetheart?” Drew added as you bobbed your head in agreement. 

“God, she’s so good…”

“Wait until you feel her…” Rudy expelled a deep exhale as you felt him move between your folds, his thick cock welcomed with a gluttonous need between your inner walls as Drew was suddenly at a rest against your lips. 

“Suck on it baby, it’s all for you…yeah?” He was forced to take an angle on the bed due to his height difference, but positioned himself in such a way that all you had to do was round your hands to the backs of his thighs for stability as he controlled the rest of the motions. 

“Oh fuck-” He breathed over you, his hands playing with each of your nipples as Rudy quickened his speed. 

“So tight, holy shit-”

“Fuck-” You muttered against Drew’s cock as Rudy continued his pistoning motions. But there came a discomfort in your angle. And so you would reach for them both until you moved onto all fours, looking back to Rudy for consent as he returned inside of you, and looking up at Drew to return him within your mouth. Both men cursed as you took them both so perfectly, Drew’s hands eventually taking charge of your hips, assisting in the thrusts as Rudy nodded and hissed beneath the feeling. 

“So good-”

“And all ours.”

Drew took hold of your hair, tightening it to stop your sucking motions for only a moment. 

“That’s our stipulation here, sweetheart. If we have you…that means WE have you. Nobody else…” You winced to the pressure continued by Rudy, his fingers now at your clit. 

“Can you say it so I know you understand?”

“Nobody else.”

“Good…Now will you let Rudy come?”

“God, yes!” You turned back to face him, the strain of a compressed orgasm worn over his face, as you dug your nails into his thighs, but found him to pull out as Drew took you closer to him. 

“He’s gonna watch us for a bit, okay? Then he’ll come wherever you want…” You nodded as Drew pulled you over him in a straddle as Rudy sat on the base of the bed, slowly stroking his angered cock, red and wearing your slick for lubrication. 

“You’re so good for us, aren’t you? Taking us both so well-”

“Drew!” He scoffed as he looked over to Rudy who was struggling to keep himself at bay. 

“We’re torturing the ‘Rudster’ over there…”

“Fuck you, man…she’s so tight-”

“I know, I’m balls deep right now…”

“Slow down…” You addressed Rudy, watching him obey before you then motioned him to join you on the bed. 

“I want you to come in my hand…And I want you to come inside me…”

“You sure?” Drew questioned as you nodded. 

“I need it…” You whimpered. 

“And how do YOU want to come?” 

“With you inside me…” You led Rudy’s fingers to your clit, “And you touching me…” 

“We’re on it…” They both smiled mischievously as Rudy pressed at your back, lips softly on your shoulder and Drew would motion you into him, that connection of your bodies having added to the weight of the release. 

Never before had you felt a culimlation such as this, the penetration and the rubbing, the close proximity of two sets of hands, two heavy breaths, two voices, two chests-everything brought you to a release you weren’t quite prepared for. 

“You close baby?” Drew asked into your cheek as you nodded. 

“Fuck, I know I am…” Rudy groaned. 

“Just a bit more, sweetheart, I’m almost there…” You nodded before he continued, “Gonna lay you down, need a better angle…” You nodded, taking Rudy just as you’d had Drew earlier, teasing his cock with your breath on its edge, but pumping him with your hand, licking his tip, as Drew took full advantage of your parted legs. 

“I’m gonna-You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart…”

“Come-both of you!”

“Only if you come for us, baby…” Rudy growled. 

“Yeah, come for us…let us know we did well for you…” Drew added. 

“I’m-”

“Yeah?” Rudy teased. 

“Fuck!” Your body convulsed, yoru pussy clenching Drew as Rudy would expel into your hand, your mouth quick to lick the remaining excess as Drew would do the same between your legs. 

And for the first time, with the heavy breathing of a moment quelled well, the pulsation of your high dying down between your thighs, and the mutual satisfaction of your lovers falling at your sides, you were truly and fully spent. 

“Better than I thought…” Rudy explained aloud as Drew nodded, both men pulling you to kiss you after the other. 

“You’re ours now, sweetheart…”

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[hailbales]

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taking back shots from jj<3

“oh, fuck. that’s right. take it like a good girl.” he thrusted into you vigorously, his grip tight around your waist as he pulled you back to meet his pace. you moaned into the pillow, tear spilling down your cheeks from how deep he was hitting you, abusing your cervix with every push of his hips.

“jj! god, i can’t take it.” you whined as your hands gripped at anything it can to try and steady yourself before reaching back to grip at his wrist. “shhh. shh, shh. yes you can princess, look at you. doing so well.” he groaned into your neck, his voice sending vibrations through you. he lifted his foot onto the mattress as his other stayed planted on the ground to gain leverage over you and your back arched painfully as a sinful noise escaped your throat. “oh my- pleasepleaseplease. fuckkk, don’t stop. feels so good, oh my goood-“

he moaned deeply, circling his hand down to wrap around your throat as he pulled your back flush against him. “give me one more doll. that’s it. just one more and i’ll give you a break. huh? that sound fair?”

his words reminded you of your impending release and your eyes shot open, nerves running through you. “wait, j- wait, please..” your words were interrupted by labored breaths. “don’t know if i can handle it.” you hand flew down to grip onto his thigh and his tsked beside your ear as his grip around your throat tightened. “now that’s not what i wanna hear, is it?” he roughly threw you back down on the bed, bending you even further back as his hand snaked down to apply pressure just where his dick was abusing your insides.

you cried loudly, hands flailing desperately to find something to cling onto but he was just out of reach as waves crashed over so hard you couldn’t breath. his hips stuttered against you and his deep moans became more frequent as he abused your limp body, using you to get himself off as you recovered from your orgasm. “pussy so fucking good. never wanna leave it. that okay with you, huh? i’ll just move in yeah? raise my kids here.” he chuckled dryly at his own innuendo and that brought you back to consciousness.

“don’t, jayj.” you weren’t even quite sure if he heard you, your voice was still raspy from all the screaming and it was hard to talk over the loud sound of your wetness and skin clapping. “what’s that baby? you tryna talk?” his tone was daunting, and when you went to turn your head towards him, he bent down and roughly bit down on your shoulder blade causing you to squeal. he moaned deeply over the skin, and you pulsed and clenched around him as he shot his cum deep inside you.

you gasped in pleasure despite your protests and felt you might cum again if he didn’t stop fucking himself into you. he collapsed and panted on top of you, rubbing your ass cheeks soothingly, a big contrast to the red imprints he left on them earlier. “you did so good, baby.” he breathed against you, tickling your neck. “thank you, jayj.”

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[ruenvy]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 & 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐖.

© ruenvy

[fleuraimer]

hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

[softspiderling]

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[sociorafe]

THEM BEING JEALOUS/POSSESSIVE

jj maybank & rafe cameron

warnings: use of cocaine, alcohol, mentions of sex, slight degradation?

author’s note: im not too happy with this one if im honest, but i don’t want to waste it and delete it. i hope you guys enjoy reading tho. feedback is highly appreciated <3

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• RAFE CAMERON

You know you’re pushing his buttons, but you genuinely can’t help it. When he gets like this, you almost get a high off of it. What cocaine is to Rafe, his jealousy and possessiveness is to you.

Given that it was your idea to throw a garden party at Tannyhill, Rafe made you swear on your life that you’d behave and not show him up.

And unfortunately for him, as soon as you get a drop of alcohol in your system, you’re practically done for.

You can sense the concentration in Rafe’s stare as you parade yourself around, almost flashing your lacy thong as the wind gently blows the hem of your dress up. Yeah, you can’t control the wind, but you chose to wear a dress so short that you risk your modesty.

“You know he’s gonna flip, right?” Wheezie says, suddenly appearing from behind a pillar. You almost jump out of your skin.

“Wheezie?” You look at the glass in her hands before risking a glance over your shoulder. Rafe already on alert as he sees you talking to his little sister. “You know you’re not supposed to be out here. It’s a party, you should be in your room.”

She rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her drink through the curly straw. “You’re starting to sound like Rafe.”

You fight back a smile. “If I was starting to sound like Rafe, I’m pretty sure I’d be meaner to you.” You grab the drink from her hand and give it a sniff before tasting it. “Seriously, Wheezie? Rafe’s gonna kill you if he finds out you’re drinking his alcohol. Go pour it down the sink.”

She peers behind you, eyes slightly widening before she begins to retreat. “Looks like Rafe’s gonna kill you instead. See ya, Y/N!”

Just before you go to reach for her, a strong pair of hands grip your waist and spin you around. You look up slowly until your eyes settle on your boyfriends ever-so blue ones. You see that his pupils are blown and there’s a small residue of that glorious white powder around his nostrils.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” Rafe’s voice is calm and collected, something you’ve rarely heard. “Or should we talk about the fact that my girlfriend is walking around my house like a slut on a runway?”

You’re starting to wish you didn’t drink too much alcohol, because you’re finding him crazy attractive right now.

“Or we can talk about the fact that you get to slide your cock in my pussy every night and no one else does?” You raise an eyebrow. You know you’re pushing your luck, but oh well.

Rafe pulls you closer to him, both of your fronts pinned against each other. “Feel like I need to teach you a lesson, yeah?”

Your heartbeat picks up. “Yeah? Does my Rafey wanna teach me how to be good for him?” You swipe his bottom lip with your tongue and you slide your hands down his torso to grip onto his belt— you can feel a dozen eyes on you, but you couldn’t care less.

Rafe pins you with a dark look. “Keep this prissy bitch act up, and I’m gonna have to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone. Is that what you want?” A hand slides into your hair at the back before roughly tugging and exposing your neck. “Is that what you want, Y/N?”

You know he’s waiting on you to answer, so you muster up all of your courage and give him a snarky response. “Don’t be stupid, Rafey. I’d only want Topper to watch.”

“Fucking slut.” Rafe growls before sinking his teeth into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder.

• JJ MAYBANK

You were helping Kiara out at The Wreck since her parents had to leave on business terms that you weren’t allowed to know. Normally you’d press Kie about what’s going on, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood to open up to you.

“Table by the window needs their order taken.” Kiara points in the general direction of a table of cute guys. “I gotta do some stock taking, do it for me?”

Even though she said it like a question, you knew she was practically ordering you. “Yes, boss.” You give her a salute and she rolls her eyes but you caught a glimpse of a smile before she went out back.

You grab the order pad and pen from by the till and make your way over to the table. Up close, they were even more cuter than you expected. If JJ was here, he’d be vibrating in his seat wanting to do something to show you were his.

“Hey, what can I get you guys? Any drinks?” You gice them a smile and they all share a look between each other. Your stomach flips slightly, but you keep your composure.

“Just water.” The closest one to you answer, his eyes unmistakably moving up and down your frame.

You shift from one foot to the other, “Waters, got it. Anything else? Are you ready to order food?”

One of them drops the menu on purpose by your feet and he reaches down, but as he picks the menu up, he makes sure to graze his fingers along your bare legs.

You immediately take a step back and collide with a hard body. JJ Maybank. You knew the press of his chest against your back anywhere.

“Am I seeing correctly?” JJ tilts his head to the side, a strong arm wrapping around your chest and pulling you further into his body. “Did you really just touch my girlfriends leg?”

The guy blinks and says nothing.

“I asked you a question.” You feel JJ’s breathing begin to quicken and you know you only have a few short minutes before he blows his cool.

You spin in his hold, your hand placing against his chest to lightly push him backwards away from the table. “It was probably an accident, Jay, just leave them. Go wait over there, I’ll be with you in a minute, okay?”

JJ moves his dark gaze from the guys and when he looks into your eyes, they soften. “Are you okay? Because if you aren’t, I’ll happily snap their necks.” He makes sure to say the last part louder for the table to hear.

You nod your head, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before turning him around and pushing him in the other direction.

You turn back to the table. “I’m gonna grab your waters, but I just gotta warn you— they could be poisoned, but who knows.”

Copyright to @sociorafe 2023.

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no words

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jj and rafe wholeheartedly support women's rights AND wrongs, you can't tell me different.

[nikmikaelsonstuff]

just an appreciation post for my beautiful blond bimbos !! <3 <3

[thecameronchronicles]

Poses

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your morning yoga routine has quite an affect on your boyfriend…

WORD COUNT: 900

*Requested*

Poses

He always loved to watch you on mornings like this. Because mornings like this, he was able to see the extensions your body could bend, sending his mind into every possible angle in which he could twist the body you were making flexible for him. It was enough to keep him rooted in place in observation as you set through the poses made habitual by your routine. Pacing your breathing and becoming one with the peace surrounding you, you hadn't noticed how his feet had advanced to you until feeling the sudden grip on your hips. 

"Rudy!" You berated playfully as he'd interrupted your downward dog positioning, pulling himself behind you to insinuate the most vulgar of motions that you couldn't help but laugh at. He joined in before returning back inside to break the night's fast. But as you returned to your angles, his eyes fixated on the specific cow's pose that pulled his jaw into a tight clench. This was a position he knew well, a mutual favorite for you both in the more reserved confines of the bedroom, as you were shamelessly enacting it now. 

"Now you're just teasing me...rubbing this ass in my face..." His voice was sudden at your back as he smirked. The widening of an otherwise content line now felt against your cheek. 

"I'm just doing my morning yoga..." You teased, feigning innocence-well aware of the effect these positions had on him. And yet, you beckoned for it with pride as you turned back towards your focus as his hands were quick to apprehend you. Lifting you effortlessly around him in a few seconds, you were carried into the bedroom, laying you back on the sheets left unmade from the night's rest, as his fingers were quick to pull your leggings. 

"I wasn't done!" You whined. "You ruined my workout, Rudy!" 

"Oh, I'll make up for it...I'll give you one..." He winked, lips at a descent from your parted mouth to your neck, continuing lower at your breasts, your sports bra removed, as he directed to your navel. Teasing the line of your panties with a single spread of kisses from one hip to the other, you felt him gnaw at your clothed clit, eyes trained to your reaction while you arched your back to the familiar rush of pleasure. 

"Oh..." You moaned, his fingers now pulling the fabric downwards until all that remained had been your nakedness. He basked in your body, as always, hands running the lines he memorized well but needed as frequent as you were willing. But just as those poses had left him hardened with need, your curves and every beauty mark he had kept as a snapshot within his mind adding to this rigidity, his kindness became a casualty in this. 

An abrupt pull of your body onto your stomach led his fingers through your hair, a firm yet cautious pull now guiding you onto your knees. 

"THIS what you wanted, baby? Teasing me this early? Knowing what this does to me?" You slowly nodded. 

"Bad girl..." He taunted, his other hand undressing him from behind, denying you the ability to witness his own physique. Even if you could draw it from memory, you never grew tired of watching him. His body was etched in precision with sun kissed lines accentuated with each movement as you allowed your lips to fall into a whimper at the thought of this denial. Because of this, you carried your sight backwards, his smile awaiting you. 

"You wanna watch?" You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he pulled you at such an angle that you could see his penetration. Yet the length of his shaft sent your eyes into a roll as the burial of his cock was enough to mend the lack of witness. 

"Rudy!" 

"Goddamnit, you drive me fucking crazy, baby...your body...those little poses..." He grinned behind his grunts. "Let's see just how many we can twist you into..." He withdrew, pulling you onto your back before leading your leg over his shoulder. 

"Rudy..." You breathed prior to the feeling of his cock's entry once again. Only now, he'd done so with vigor. The gentle strokes made in prior instances were a thing of the past as his fingers wrapped in the sheets on either side of you as he basked in the depth allowed by your welcoming walls. 

"Fuck-" You gasped as he carried your second leg to copy the other's bend, his depth and speed making you groan and whimper in please and pain to your own denial of a moment you didn't wish for cessation. 

"Baby-" He groaned, your head bobbing in agreement as his thumb rounded your raised thigh and found a home at your clit. 

"So good baby...so fucking good..." He rasped, building to that mutual orgasm that tore through you both with chaos and then peace of satisfaction. But as you lifted to your feet following the moment’s afterglow, his hands were quick to reprimand your attempted escape. 

"Rudy..." 

"We aren't done, baby.. I've got a few more poses in mind..." He pulled you back onto the bed, guiding his fingers and tongue to where his cock swelled prior. While allowing himself a moment to recover, he would use these means of foreplay to torment you for the ways those poses had to him. It was a treat all in its own to find how feral those otherwise innocuous poses would make him. Which was why you optioned for early morning yoga every chance you got…

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[hailbales]

helping hand

warnings: jj maybank! x routledge! reader, dry humping, mentions of drugs, subby jj!!!

summary: jj is desperate and you’re more than willing to give a helping hand..

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minors dni!

your head snapped towards your bedroom door as a certain blonde boy emerged, a faint look of distress covering his features. you glanced down at your phone, 2:14am. confusion laced over you as your eyebrows furrowed, lips pouting out in the slightest. “what’s up, jayj? is the party over already?”

he closed the door behind him, before he began pacing at the end of your bed. your worry only heightened at that, throwing the blanket off of you to rush towards him, situating yourself on your knees towards the edge as you looked up at him. you tried to reach out and grab his arm to get him to calm down but he was moving too fast. “jayj, talk to me. what’s going on? let me help you.”

finally, he stopped in front you, chest heaving up and down as he lifted his cap off his head to run his fingers through his hair before placing it back on. you stood on your knees, placing your hands gently onto his face to try to steady him. butterflies erupted in your stomach when his eyes met yours and he absolutely melted into your touch.

you kept your voice soft and gentle, pushing down your attraction to focus on him. “what do you need, j? talk to me.” it was then you noticed how hot his skin was to the touch, pupils dilated almost to the rim as his cheeks were tainted crimson. he gulped, adams apple bobbing and you had to pull your eyes away from the sight. “I took something.” he confesses and his vagueness has your eyebrows knitting together. “okay…?”

“a-and I knew I shouldn’t have come to you — I mean, your brother would kill me but I, I just..” he cut himself off on a heavy breath and you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered down your frame, making you squirm inside your skin. “s’okay, j. want you to come to me.” you admitted, thumbs affectionately caressing his cheeks and you could’ve sworn you heard a whimper pass his lips but you convinced yourself you were making it up.

“I took E.”

there was a beat of silence as your lips formed a slight ‘o’, eyebrows raising in realization. his eyes searched yours, a look of guilt and regret in his pretty blues. “oh?” you breathed, fighting the urge to look down at his pants but the urge won as you spot the raging hard on he was carrying, a small wet spot on the front of his cargos. it looked.. painful.

“do you.. d’you want me to help you?” you managed to ask and he nodded eagerly, a slight frown still residing on his lips and your pout deepened. poor boy.

“you wanna lay down for me?” you pushed a stray hair off his forehead, and his breath quivered as he nodded. you moved aside for him, before crawling to meet him between his legs. “what do you want me to do first, j?” you asked, hands gently creeping into the bottom of his shirt to caress the hardness of his abs, feeling him tense beneath your fingers as he breathing heightened.

he looked down at you with soft, lustful eyes, lips slightly parted until they landed on your chest. “can you undress for me?” you gulped but slowly nodded your head, dainty fingers sliding out from beneath his cut off to find the hem of your shirt. “whatever you want, jayj.” you were only wearing an oversized tee and undies so in a matter of seconds you were completely exposed in front of him. “like that?”

his breath shook as he nodded his head, eyes glued to your chest and you bit your lip. “d’you wanna taste them?” at that, his eyes flickered up to yours and he nodded his head. “words, baby.” your own hands traveled up your body, squeezing the flesh in your palms and small groan left his lips, hips jerking slightly. “yes, please.”

you smiled satisfied, crawling up into his lap to straddle him as your hands found his hair, running through the soft locks. his mouth was hesitant at first but when your back arched into him, his hands became greedy as they found your waist, holding you in place as his lips roughly chased your perky tits. you let out a breathy moan when he tugged on your nipple between his teeth and he thrusted up into you, his cloth covered cock rutting against your exposed heat. his head fell back against your pillows at his own action, a loud moan passing his lips. you grinded down against him again and there was another. “fuckk, baby.”

“do you like that, j?” you batted your lashes down at him and he quickly nodded his head, faces screwed up together in pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell. “d’you wanna dry hump me, jayj? would that make you feel better?” another nod, “please, princess.”

“i’m yours, jayj. do whatever you want to me.” he swore he could’ve came right there, a deep growl involuntarily passing his lips from your words alone. before you could process he was pulling your face down to his, pressing his lips against yours with such raw need it made your pussy throb. he tongue greedily entered your mouth and you welcomed it, taking every whimper and moan he would give you. if you didn’t cum at all tonight it would be worth it, hearing months worth of material for later.

you were so hypnotized in his kiss you hadn’t realized how roughly he was rutting up against you until a long whine left his lips, jaw slacking as he pulled back to watch in awe as his shorts had collected your arousal that was pooling out of you.

you took this as your sign to take control, watching the way every nerve in his face contorted as you began slowly, speeding up your movements to match his heaving chest. “are you gonna cum in your shorts, j? huh? talk to me, baby.”

“yes. oh- god, baby. pleasepleaseplease.” he whined through clenched teeth, and you almost felt bad as he struggled to catch his breath, switching from breathing through his nose to panting heavily, sweat collecting at his brow line.

you could feel his cock twitching from beneath you, soft whimpers of muddled pleas passing his lips as his eyes bounced from the way you were riding him to the way your face contorted in pleasure, whimpering with every breath. “you close, j? ‘know you are, can feel it. must be in so much pain, huh?” your lips click together in pity. “my poor boy.”

“mhmm. jus’ need you so bad. always. always need you.” he’s so pussy drunk, he can’t help but let the confession slip out but he’s too close to regret it, especially with the way you moan at his words, rutting yourself faster against him to better please him. “fuckk, j-jus’ like that, please y/n. don’t stop, don’tstop. jesus chri-“

his words are cut short as a loud yell erupts from the back of his throat, erratically jerking his hips up against your throbbing cunt. “ah, ah! yesyesyes, y/n fuckk-“ he has never cum so hard before in his life, it just kept coming and coming, shooting out of him in long, hot ropes. if he weren’t so wrapped in pleasure he’d be panicked from his sudden lack of oxygen, but it only added to it, a heavenly, sloppy smile creeping onto his face.

you could blame the drugs, but he knew it was you. it’s always you. only you could pull this side out of him and he loved it, giving him a thrill he had never experienced before.

while he was wrapped up in his high, your eyebrows furrowed a bit in worry, slowing down your movements to a halt. “j? jayj, come back to me. hey, I’m right here, baby.” when his eyes met yours again, there wasn’t a thought behind those pretty blues and you grinned. he was still panting, struggling to catch his breath and you were careful as you crawled off of him, coming to his side to cup his jaw.

“you okay? was I too much?” If it weren’t for how concerned you looked as you asked, he would’ve laughed. too much. as if you hadn’t just dommed the fuck out of him. his grin was like no other. cloud nine was all he could think to describe the feeling.“no, baby. you were perfect. thank you, that was-“

he trailed off as he glanced over you, face falling the slightest. “shit. did you-.. did you not cum?”

you giggled in the slightest, as if the noises he made alone couldn’t of got you off . no, you wanted this to be about him.

“next time, jayj.”

“next time?” his voice was excited, hopeful and your pulse fluttered. he had no clue.

“you think I’m letting you go after that?”

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[jjmaybankswifeyx]

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