Okay But Rafe Somno Is Everything

okay but rafe somno is everything <3

ooooh!! this prompt had my tummy going 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thinking about S1 drug dealer rafe??

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your fast asleep when rafe gets home from his casual illegal activities, the ones he keeps secret from you since he thinks “your stupid little brain can’t handle daddy’s job, baby…it’s best you don’t know.”

as he enters your shared bedroom groaning quietly as he spots you spread out on your front, the small light on your bedside illuminating your figure. your pink nightgown that he payed for having ridden up your thighs, your clean shaven pussy (as per his demand) on show practically calling his name.

he silently removes his shorts and boxers, palming his already hard cock as he climbs into the silky sheets, laying his weight gently on top of you, moaning as he pushes his fat cock into your pussy, your walls clenching instinctively around him.

You awaken with a cry at his intrusion “oh, fuck daddy, wh-what are you doing?!”

he shushes you “shhh, let daddy have his fun… not as if you didn’t know what you were doing wearing that slutty little outfit.” he begins thrusting into your sopping pussy, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust as he pounds his hips into your ass listening to you whimper, your clit throbbing, begging for his attention.

his hand wraps around your waist, reaching down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves “bet you wanted this to happen, huh? you wanted daddy to come home and stick his cock in your cunt while you were sleeping, didn’t you?” he mocks, pulling your head up and down by your hair, forcibly making you nod.

“damn right you did.. f-fuck, taking this dick so good f’ me, gonna’ cum inside you baby, teach you a lesson f’ teasing me this late at night.” he growls condescendingly as he gaslights you into apologising around his length considering the fact he bought the nightgown….

knowing you would wear it and knowing he could conjure an excuse to punish you for it.

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CHRIS EVANS as Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort. 

Lloyd as your bodyguard. 🫣

your father hired him because of his enemies.

Imagine him watching you through your cameras in your apartment …

One night he hears you moaning his name and he takes the matter in his own hands, while you’re sleeping👀

-💙 anon

ooooh, i love this! Lloyd would be so mean as a bodyguard too🥺😩i’m definitely saving this to write a full fic on after my concepts are all complete🫶🏻

i’m never getting over how you wrote ari in this, i need more puppy!ari asap😩😩ive never read a fic like this before and it got me so worked up!! the leg humping?!😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫your so talented bestie its unreal💘💓💞

such a good boy | ari levinson x female reader

1,536 words. rated e;

mafia!au, puppy play (mainly use of ''good boy'' referred to as a dog, hound, puppy etc.) oral (female receiving), leg humping, soft dom reader, sub!ari

if ur under 18, go away. & please lemme know what you think!!

You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you're meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that's not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn't even hurt a fly, you're the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way.

But, thanks to your loyal hound, you don't have to, of course. You never need to dirty your hands again when Ari would do and will do, anything and everything for you; sometimes without even needing to say a single word.

The guy had come in with the wrong attitude right from the start. Stomping loudly into your club, along with his hoard of men, spoke down to Ari, and sat way too close to you. Continuously made flirtatious, skin-crawling comments, eyes gawking over your curvy frame; just generally being a fucking creep while trying to take you for fools.

Ari watches the guy as his eyes pass over your body, how he licks his lower lips as he glazes over every curve of your body; how he would slide closer in the booth and creep his hand towards the one you have resting on the table while he drones on about his proposals.

Ari's waiting on the edge of his seat for this motherfucker to dare to make the wrong move, say the wrong thing; and when finally does, by placing a hand on your thigh and leaning in close to your ear, Ari's reaction is instant. He knocks the table with the speed at which he stands on his feet, grabs the man hauls him up with a tight grip on his throat with ease. Men on both sides draw their guns and have them pointed in the direction of the other's while Ari snarls out,

''Don't you fucking touch her!” and squeezes his hand tighter, his teeth on show, and enjoying the sounds of struggling breaths coming from the man.

''Shush, shush, shush, it's alright,'' you begin to coax, lifting up onto your knees on the velvet booth cushion, reaching out a hand to your man in an attempt to gather his attention. ''It's okay. Take it easy, boy. Drop him, that's it, let him go.''

Ari considers ignoring your instructions, thinking you're being too easy on parasites like the one he's holding in his hand. They don't deserve to sit near you, look at you, touch you. They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you, but he knows better than to defy you and reluctantly releases his grip and lets the man thud to the floor as he gulps down air like it's water.

Ari fights back a snarl as he turns to you as you relax into your seat, swishing your legs to the side and pointing to the ground in front of you. Ari sits on the floor, facing you and curling his arms possessively around your waist as he lays his head on the meat of your thigh. His eyes flutter closed as you begin to comb your fingers through his hair, massage your fingernails against his scalp softly and pet the nape of his neck in an attempt to soothe the rage inside him.

''Aw, that's my good boy, there he is, so perfect and protective,'' you coo softly as he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh and lets out a deep sigh before opening his eyes to look back at the man who's clutching his throat while he coughs and stares at you both in fear of making another wrong move and upsetting the hound once again.

Ari would happily sit at your feet forever, protect you forever. Kill anyone for you, burn the world for you.

“You’re gonna get 5%, and you’re gonna take it with a smile on your face and lots of gratitude or, I’m gonna let him finish what he started,'' you say firmly before nodding your head towards the exit. ''Leave,'' you finish sternly before turning your attention back to Ari after the man nodded with a nervous smile and bolted from the club along with his men.

You snapped your fingers to clear the room, your men quickly making their way out, leaving you and Ari alone.

Ari doesn't need you to say a word, he manhandles your legs, lifting them with hands under your thighs, granting him access to nose at your throbbing cunt before mouthing over damp panties. Seeing him almost choke a man to death for simply placing a hand on your thigh lit a fire in your core, making you ache to feel his mouth on you.

''Ah, ah, ah, drop your hands. Dogs don't have hands, silly boy.''

Ari lets his hands fall to his lap, knowing better than to palm at his hardening cock as he laps over fabric; his moans and hums of pleasure sending faint vibrations over your clit until the point you can't hold back any longer.

You hook your arms over your thighs to help keep them up and hook a finger under your panties to pull them to the side, gasping as Ari's breath ghosts over your soaking cunt. Your heavy-lidded eyes watch as Ari licks a slow stripe from your leaking hole to your engorged nub, pulling a strung-out moan from within you.

It doesn't take Ari long to bring you right to the edge, his skillful tongue flicking quickly, rolling and waving over your clit, dipping down to lap the juices dripping from your hole, making you sing out loud, whining moans as you grip and comb through his long locks. Your thighs twitch, your breath hitches, rocking your hips against his tongue. His brows pulled together and groaning deep in his throat as he works hard to pull you over the edge.

He makes you cum with a shout of his name, tipping your head back and your back arching off the back of the booth as you roll your hips against his mouth as he moans triumphantly. You look down and your eyes lock together as he smirks and laps up every drop, making you twist and whine and push against his forehead with the palm of your hand.

''Ah, ah, sensitive- That's enough, puppy,'' You say breathlessly, dropping your legs as Ari sits back with a whine, not without stealing one last taste before doing so. Your heels click loudly against the floor, your legs still parted widely so you can stoke softly over your mound as you bite your lip and tip your head back, chest rising and falling heavily.

''Go on,'' you sigh out, sliding your foot between Ari's parted legs and pressing against his hard, clothed cock. ''You know what to do. Your turn, puppy.''

Ari doesn't need to be told twice, he gets himself comfortable, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your thigh as he begins to rut against your lower leg. Lips parted, soft gasps starting to fall from his lips. You tip your head back up to look at him, your fingers still stroking over yourself softly as you slowly watch your hound come apart.

“Such a good boy, that’s it, puppy. Oh, that feels good, doesn't it? So good for me, aren’t you? Yeah~”

It's not long before Ari's rutting furiously against your leg, mouth parted against your thighs, his deep moans filling the room, his eyes screwed shut with concentration before soon letting out frustrated, desperate whines because it's just not enough, he can't seem to find the right pressure, the right stroke, the right speed and it's becoming overwhelming and he's so wound up from the need to cum. He needs your hands on him, or to be fucking himself inside you, but he's too far gone to form the words.

He looks up at you hopelessly, unable to stop the rolls and snaps of his lips and he pleads through pitiful whines and sobs as you stroke his cheek and smirk down at him.

''You can do it, puppy, you're so close, you can do it-'' Ari lets out a loud, choked cry and shakes his head. He can't do it, he needs more. ''Yes, you can, puppy. You can do it for me, baby, you're right there. Be a good boy, be a good boy, and cum for me.''

You continue to talk him through it, hands roaming over his shoulders, through his hair, you pushing your lower leg to help with the friction until he finally cums, hips stalling and his body tensing up sharply as he comes apart.

''That's my good boy, I told you you could do it, you did so well, so good for me,'' you coo as you move your leg away and slide into his lap to wrap your arms around Ari's broad shoulders, feeling him pant against your neck and still letting out gasps and whines as you roll your hips down against his sensitive, spent cock until he can't take it no more and grips your hips to stop your movements as you chuckle lowly in his ear.

''Such a good boy. Let's get you home and cleaned up, hmm?''

DREW STARKEY as RAFE CAMERON outer banks season 3

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