Smth Smth Smth About Father Figure Bf!rafe Cooing With Fake Sympathy And Saying Yknow My Dad Wasnt Very

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…

the best thing about my name being sofia is getting to hear rafe say my name

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᭡

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

Do you ever just look at a guys hands and think yes