Okay But Steve Saying Daddy In That One Episode Of Season 3 CHANGED Me

okay but steve saying daddy in that one episode of season 3 CHANGED me

FINALLY getting help for my mental health after years of suffering woohooooo🥳🥳🥳🥳 everyone cheered

chappell roan photographed by christian sarkine (@/christian.x on instagram)

as a feminist i think girls should suck each other’s tits more

your clammy hands reach for the stuffed plush rafe bought you so long ago, squeezing at the poor lifeless thing. something you were absolutely sure you’d feel bad about when you snapped out of the delirious, ‘only rafe’ mindset your boyfriend broke you into.

it was pathetic and shameful, how easily it was for him turn off the switch in your brain. talented and skilled at molding you into a brainless whiny mush who could only focus on getting fucked.

“there you go, there you go. just needed some good dick didn’t you— acting all fussy for it?” he asks, the cockiness that dribbled from each word only dizzying you more. only making you want him more than ever.

a shaky whimper escapes you, your body shuddering in longing for it’s release. “wanna cummm!” you squeal, drawling out the long whine all the while throwing your ass back onto him, balls smacking against your own sticky skin. he hisses at the act, ringed hands squeezing around your hips tighter, holding you in place.

“well.. well you should’ve thought about that earlier yeah? when you were running that mouth?” he reminds, pulling himself back almost fully before drilling himself back in, warm cunt clamping around the intrusion.

a sad and devastating moan from you breaks through the squelching sound of your pussy. the knot in your stomach wishing to come undone. “stop being mean to meee,” you plead in a soft whisper, breath catching in your throat. “said i was sorry daddy,” you add, feeling like pure putty underneath him.

“too late for that bambi, too late.” rafe grunts, jaw slacking open when his cock twitches inside you.

he continues to push your limits, proceeding to make your ache for relief worse as one hand droops down to rub at your clit thoughtlessly. your shut your eyes tightly and let out a loud groan, legs shaking. “mmph! too much,” you wail pitifully, eyebrows scrunching together— lost in the bliss.

“cmon, tell me you can take it, i’ll stop right here.” he hums, adjusting you slightly to arch you more, trying to dig himself in you even further. “ohh,” you pout instead, whining only in playful resistance. “come on, speak up.”

you take a deep shaky breath, your need to please taking over. “can take it,” you mewl, leaky hole swallowing him like no tomorrow as his fingers work you up to a greater extent.

he slows gently, lifting one foot on the bed to inch himself closer to you — hot breath fanning over the back of your neck before pressing his lips down for a kiss. “good girl.”

BLUE COLLAR RAFE OHHHHH I NEEDED THIS

𓊆ྀིhave been thinking about small town carnival dates with blue collar!rafe like crazy… and how much he loves his babydoll…𓊇ྀི

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. short ‘n naughty f & cutesy!reader, fooling around in public, daddy kink.

just walking around in your little shorts that he keeps trying to yank down, eating your cotton candy ‘n sugar covered funnel cake with the stuffed bear he won you tucked under your arm.

“now y’have someone to keep you company while i work, right?” he said while handing you the pink bear you wanted, teasingly waving it in your face before you snatched it up ‘n rolled your eyes.

the heat is harsh given it’s mid july in north carolina, but it’s easier to endure when you two share freshly-squeezed strawberry lemonade flavored kisses whenever possible. all while you look at him with heart eyes, adoring the way he lets you cling to him.

whether it’s his arm or his shirt, he always makes sure there’s no chance in hell he’ll lose his baby in the crowds.

as the sun sets, you realize your little day out is coming to an end. it takes everything in you not to pout— you know rafe hates when you do since he works so hard to give you everything you have.

“had so much fun today, rafey…” you tug his arm a bit, trying your best not to sound whiney, “but we haven’t been on the ferris wheel yet, y’know…”

“alright, baby.” rafe can’t argue with such a simple request.

he’s not a monster, however he does have his conditions— “but we gotta get back home right after. got work early in the morning, sweetheart. you know that.”

“i know, i know.”

so you two end up on the ferris wheel. so many feet up that you can see every single light and bit of bright neon below you. from the food stands to the rides ‘n games. your tennis shoe covered feet are in rafe’s lap, while he rubs your calves and thighs— taking in the real view, which is you clutching your new favorite stuffie to your chest, face illuminated with splotches of different colors and your eyes fixed on the scene below you two.

he loves you more than he can stand.

maybe that’s why his hand goes a little farther than it should. his digits end up pressing against the front of your shorts, daring to rub over your clit through the material… only after squeezing up your thighs enough to make your breathing all huffy, of course.

your head finally snaps towards him— “daddy, we can’t here…”

he pouts back at you, “can touch what’s mine, can’t i?”

at that your knees spread a part a little wider, making room for his hand. he hums in approval, and huffs out a laugh when your thighs jolt as he applies just enough pressure to have you softly mewling.

“if you can cum f’me by the time this ride’s over, maybe we can stay out a little later— how’s that sound, babydoll?”