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★ au where quiet!reader turns down bully!rafe brutally, but later when she goes to apologize, she catches him jerking off alone in his room, whimpering and crying at her rejection. she softly begins to comfort him, moving closer and closer until she’s on top of his fragile figure, finishing what he started to show him how sorry she is. she lets little kisses trickle all over his face and neck, murmuring that she didn’t mean to hurt him, as her hand works up and down his leaking, red cock. she kisses his tears away, cries and groans slipping from rafe’s mouth as his breath starts to become uneven. he’d be a sniffling and hiccuping mess as he cums, telling reader how bad he’s wanted her since foreva <3 :(
@rafeyscurtainbangs looking up gifs of this man crying brought me too much joy skskakkaakkak
MUNCH !!! so weird how my legs magically spread opened
⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪ sometimes this is all a girl needs. . .
the best thing about my name being sofia is getting to hear rafe say my name
i literally go brain dead 😣 need to be put in a chokehold
going out in a dress and jj gets all exited bc he has ‘easy access’ so obviously he pulls you aside and the first chance he gets only to find out it has built in shorts and now he’s threatening to kill himself
ohmyfuckinggod
queer clip linked from an anon, posted for those who couldn’t open twitter: PLS DO NOT OPEN IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS!!!!!
credit: transcowboy on twitter
smth smth smth about father figure bf!rafe cooing with fake sympathy and saying “y’know my dad wasn’t very nice, either” when soft pogue!reader is mad over something he does…
this is doing something to me .......
⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪ sometimes this is all a girl needs. . .
OHHHHHH
time out - r.c
sometimes lamb!reader gets a little too tweaking out, even for rafe. so he has to take more unique measures to call you down.
rafe thought he was neurotic, but he quickly found out he has nothing on you. a storm, a stomachache, or a plain bad day was enough to send you into hysterics--hyperventilating and clutching your cross necklace while you rambled soft prayers to yourself.
it was so bad, sometimes rafe would hear you muttering to yourself in your sleep.. he thought it was useless, if god was out there he wasn't gonna heal your leg cramp while people were dying and starving, there was much bigger problems out there. so rafe figured it was up to him to take up the mantle, god wasnt here and he was the closest you were getting.
you were up again, pitter pattering around the room as you worked yourself into a frenzy.
"thought i told you to quit it? i got work to do and i can't get shit done with all this fuckin noise." he rubbed his temples in irritation, eyes flashing as you continued pacing.
"but-but i've been feeling anxious today and i just need to ask god to ease my worries-"
"how's that workin out for you?" rafe rudely cuts you you off, and you finally stop pacing.
"um--it hasn't."
he finally steps into the room, looming over you until you felt small and worthless below him, "then i think it's time to go in the time out room."
the time out room used to be sarahs, but rafe gutted it. any and everything that belonged to his sister was burned or buried so you could move in, and what was originally your sleeping area became the 'time out' room.
tucked into the corner, diagonal from your bed was a large cage, filled with pillows and blankets so you'd be comfortable, but still not quite tall enough for you to sit up.
you whimpered, looking back at him with pleading eyes, "do i have to go in?"
rafe doesn't say anything at first, he just pushes you forward until you fall to your knees, firmly kicking you in the ass until you began to crawl forward, "now you're getting extra time for talking back."
"but-"
"hey! be fuckin lucky i don't leave you here all night again, give me the phone." reluctantly he passes it to you, before slipping a pink 3ds between the bars, "relax okay? faster i get done, the faster you get the fuck outta here. now give me a kiss."
you sobbed softly, pressing your face against the cold metal as your pursed your lips, letting rafe give you a firm kiss, before he covered the cage with the blanket, and shut the lights off as he left.
hopefully he won't forget you in there tonight.
★ reader pulling farmhand!rafe away from work when she’s needy <3
need older!sleazy patrick giving younger reader his dick after weeks of her trying to come onto him - and absolutely demolishing her little girl cunt. forcing his fat meaty cock inside her pussy and grunting, "let me the fuck in, little girl -" when her hole struggles to take him. sobbing and digging her nails into his shoulders as she tries to be a big girl and make her pussy yield to the mean throbbing dick bullying it's way in.
how about
and hear me out
room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate
oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders
cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered
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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you.
They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.
That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with.
“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.
“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand.
“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius.
“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.
“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.
“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs”
“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar.
“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.”
“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup.
“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug.
“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone.
“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away.
“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive.
You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved.
“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy.
“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy.
“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.
“Do you have work today, love?”
“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up.
“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.
“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced.
“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper.
“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch.
“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest.
“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”
Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak.
“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James.
“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp.
Baby. Baby. Baby.
It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.
he’s so fine 🧎🏻♀️➡️
Do you ever just look at a guys hands and think yes
oh this is GOOD
thinking about raising your voice at johnb and he's putting you in your place...🤐🤐🤐
yessss yummmm omgggg!!!! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ warnings!! (pa!nal, orgasm denial, cum eating, spitting, gagging, threats of spanking!!) ignore any misspellings lol sorry!! 🧁
when your boyfriend decides to punish you for stepping out of line he intends to see it through, most times he’s quite gentle about it, and other times he can be reaaally mean which basically means that he doesn’t give in to your whining and pouting. sure you were most likely just stressed or overwhelmed but in his eyes, that's no excuse for lashing out at him especially when you and john b had been working on using your words or expressing yourself through gentle physical gestures like hand holding, hugs, lap sitting, thigh humping…
this time around you had raised your voice at him during a seemingly normal conversation about what to eat for dinner which then somehow evolved into an argument about you being a little too friendly towards the guys you were attending to at your job.
“i hear what you're saying baby, but i hope you can see how i interpret it when those assholes put their hands on you or-or when you smile at them n’ lead em’ on.”
“no, you’re the asshole!! i’m was not leading them on i was just doing my job…but i can’t do my job if you come rushing in like some prince charming, i don’t need you to do that!”
“doing your job and flirting are two different things bub.” your boyfriend raises his eyebrows almost like he’s warning you to choose your next words wisely. completely disregarding the warning, you fire back at him.
“you could have gotten me fired! i hate you!” you shout, walking away from him and heading for the bedroom to slam the door. he knows you don't really mean it when you use those words with him but how else will you learn that speaking to him that way is just so disrespectful! not when he does everything to make sure you are happy, safe, healthy, and dicked down when you 'neeeeeded' it!
“no hey! take that back!” he growls, grabbing onto your wrist tightly to keep you from storming away further. when john b doesn’t get the answer he was expecting he decides enough is enough and picks you up n' throws you over his shoulder to take you into his room. “fine, you wanna be a brat? be a brat.”
next thing you know, your boyfriend's got your panties pulled down and he’s pushing his cock into your tight little ass without any prep. you gasp as he’s sitting you on it, “no! no more! m’sorry! i don’t wanna!” you cry and protest the punishment, digging your nails into the arm that is keeping your back pressed against his chest, sitting on his bed, split on his monster dick.
“mmm nmm, don’t wanna hear it now.” john b huffs from behind you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. he brings his other hand down to play with your clit and give your pussy little slaps.
“said- i was sorry!” you whine, your cunt clenching around nothing.
“nope, lost your privilege to speak a while ago…” he brings his bandana up to your mouth and gags you with it, and you know better than to try and spit it out.
“such a spoiled princess, go on bubba, cry on my fingers.” he coos, now starting to finger open your sopping wet pussy with two of his insanely thick fingers. tears stream down your face, drooling and whining into his bandana in your mouth.
“so spoiled,” he groans, trying his hardest not to thrust up into your tight hole as he’s fingering you. the warmth of his body envelops you, his strength and size overwhelm you with emotions. just being close to him like this makes you want to take back every mean thing you’ve ever said to him no matter how justified.
"thaaaat's it, baby," he whispers when he hears how embarrassingly loud the sounds of wetness your cunt makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers. “you hate me?” he asks knowing full well you couldn’t answer back with words.
“mmmph!” you shake your head and whine, gripping his big arms, nails digging into his skin. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over and all you can do is sit with his cock in your ass and take it, drooling on the fabric in your mouth.
“yeaaah i know, we don’t talk to daddy like that do we?” he coos again this time a little more condescendingly, pressing wet kisses to your cheek repeatedly. you shake your head ‘no’ and continue to chase your orgasm on his fingers. and just about when you are about to cream all over his fingers from how hard the rough pads of his fingers are rubbing your clit, he slips his fingers out for your aching pussy and stops rubbing your clit.
“mmmph!” you cry as loud as you can into the gag.
“s’a punishment bubba, can’t let ya cum.” he sighs and presses a few more kisses to your cheek. he doesn't exactly enjoy denying you in any way but he had to stick to being 'mean boyfriend' to teach you this lesson. finally, he takes the bandana out of your mouth, revealing a string of drool connecting the cloth to your lips.
“you ever talk to me like that again n’ i’ll stuff a dildo in your ass and give you a good hard spankin’ you understand me?” he whispers and grabs your face with his big hand squeezing lightly “answer me please baby…”
“i understand…” you croak out quietly, brows furrowing at the throb of your puffy cunt and the stretch of his dick still inside your tighter hole.
“gooood girl, so proud of you,” john b switches back to being a little nicer to you and brings that hand from your face to your waist, holding you gently. “wanna get up now? no- okay that’s fine, we can just stay here for a sec.” ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡