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being red hood’s girlfriend in gotham 🪩 .

(posting a red hood blurb soon💋 )

i want all 3

Bruce Wayne fucked his partners through the mattress—and it depended on who and why. If you know he’s Batman, then he’d fuck for stress relief, to uncoil the sickening knot in his belly. However, if you’re unaware of his nighttime activities and believe you’d just lucked up meeting Bruce Wayne, then he’d fuck for ego. He’s got a point to prove: all those years as a recluse hadn’t dulled his ability to grant a lady a good time; that the stories of his youthful adventures are true. (Though his ego bleeds over into Batman as well since he wonders if he’s too old to still be the Dark Knight. If he’s lost his edge).

Bruce’s stamina is insane. He’d have you spread on your belly while he drove his cock into you. One hand enclosed around your throat, the other encircling your waist, and his lips grazing over your ear. Warm gusts of air caressing your cheek with each huff and grunt. The faint scent of his cologne lingering within the atmosphere, though it had been toppled by the aroma of sweat and sex. “Fuck,” he gritted out,” so tight f’me, doll. Only for me. Mine, aren’t you?” There was pride in being the one to undo Bruce Wayne, to make him cuss and grunt like a caveman, to draw out his Gotham accent. He was usually so put-together and driven.

Time warped and melted whenever Bruce had you beneath him. Despite his age, (don’t let him hear that) he could fuck for hours, content to drive his cum back into your hole until he came again. In fact, he enjoyed the slickness. There was something about keeping you beneath him that soothed the territorial monster caged within him like Mr. Hyde. Rarely could you lure the possessive, emerald eyed, envious beast out; Bruce was old and had dealt with his fair share of women seeking an emotional response. But with the perfect concoction of circumstances could you shatter the manacles binding the dominating, jealous, spiteful side of him—and it was wonderful.

Dick Grayson (Dixon’s version) preferred to let his lover work for it. There was a tantalizing element to gazing at his partner while she straddled him, and attempted to sink down into his cock. Dick wasn’t girth-y like Jason or Bruce (nor as unshaven). No, Dick was slim and long—and pretty. Dick was shaven and trimmed, smooth and hairless if he could help it. He never liked to offer up unshaven goods; he thought it was rude.

“God, you. . . you ride like a pro,” he breathed out, nigh gasping as though he’d run a race beside Usain Bolt. A sheen of sweated coated his toned physique, and a scarlet blush left a fiery trail from his cheeks down to his neck. “Don’t stop till I say.” Dick is more selfish in bed than Jason. Unlike Jason, Dick knows he’s cute—pretty, even. He’s confident both in himself and his ability to be selfish and still make you cum. . . hard. He won’t hesitate to assume control if he’s not liking your rhythm, or if he just wants to be a little shit and knock your orgasm off kilter. “Oh, were you going to cum? Sorry. Didn’t notice.”

Speaking of orgasms, Dick cums beautifully, even when he’d rather be described as ‘’manly’’ and handsome. He couldn’t restrain the tremble of his muscular thighs, or quell the furnace roaring inside his belly, or freeze the stars bursting behind the paleness of his eyelids. “I know, pretty baby. I know. Tight, aren’t I? Let it out for me,” you cooed, caressing his sweat-slick, inky black curls. Dick nodded quick and desperately, coal black lashes falling over his oceanic eyes. “Yes. Yes. That’s it. Gonna cum again. Just keep going.” The power he’d stolen returned with a vengeance. He’d gone limp beneath you. Fucked out, his breaths tremulous and stuttered. Naturally, Dick’s palms found purchase upon your breasts, pinching and flicking your nipples before he exerted the last of his strength to lean forward and suckle one into his mouth.

(There’s hints of a mommy kink if you squint hard enough).

Jason Todd loved to see his partner deep-throat his cock. It’s a personal pleasure of his, the one time he allows himself to be selfish during sex. He’s not sure why it’s fascinating to him. Perhaps the sheer primality of watching you struggle to swallow his thickness intrigues him, excites him, causes the hairs on his forearms to stand at attention and the nerves within his body to buzz like a million bees trapped beneath his skin.“That’s right, baby, keep going. Till I see tears,” he murmured, as his large hands slithered up into your nape and tightened in your hair.” Show me how much you love me, baby.”

“What a beauty.” Jason’s chocolate smeared irises tipped backward, his slender hips bucking upward into the warm cavern of your throat, his cock spewing viscous ropes of pearlescent cum. Jason’s frame fell slack against the sofa. Sated. Only you could loosen the tautness in his shoulders like a ball of yarn. Boy, did he adore you.” I hope you can go all night. Cuz I got some steam I been needin’ t’ blow off.”

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come on everybody to the boarding school„

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boarding school au inspired by ‘boarding school’ - lizzy grant

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lmaooo the most recent tits!obsessed rafe headcanon you reposted where he just wants to use reader’s boobs as a pillow. imagine reader is on her period & her boobs are too sore to be used a pillow— much less touched— so rafe just whines and pouts and grumbles all night long :((( #givehimthetitties

post!

omg stop, he would be so fucking cute when he pouts like that 😩😩 (your #givehimthetitties tag is KILLING ME)

“no, rafe. i’m serious, they hurt.” you whined, gently pushing his head off your breasts. he was just trying to snuggle, just wanted to lay his head on your pretty chest. but it was shark week and your breasts were extra sensitive.

rafe’s brows furrowed, his expression a mixture of hurt and frustration. god, you hate when he looked at you like that. like a little puppy who was begging for something. you tried to reach out for rafe, but he turned away, laying on his other side, his back to you.

“rafe, are you serious? baby, come on, don’t be like that.” you pleaded, your hand resting on his bicep as you stared at the back of his head. “no, no, it’s fine. i totally understand.” he replied back, his voice so obviously dripping with sarcasm. you snorted, trying to get rafe to turn back to face you, but he wasn’t budging. you scooted closer to him, peering around from behind him as you looked at his face.

there laid your adult, 6’2” boyfriend with a pout and an adorably angry face. “baby… c’mon…” you pouted, desperate and hoping to cheer him up. but we all know the one thing capable of cheering him up right now, he can’t have. “no, leave me alone.” he pouted, his brows furrowed and bottom lip jutting out. you couldn’t help but giggle, much to his dismay. because what was he pissed off? why was he grumpy? because he couldn’t use your tits as a pillow. i mean, c’mon, that’s fucking adorable. he’s your precious boy.

oct. 2nd - bro code

Brother'sBestFriend!Rafe Cameron x Reader

mdni! wc; 1.2k cw; thighfucking, cnc ish

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a/n; a last minute change to kinktober because drew starkey™️

“Babydoll, I’m not even putin’ it in, it’s not a big deal,” Rafe murmurs to your ear, his lips ghosting the shell of it as his arm wraps tighter to your waist, your hips pressing into the hard counter of the outside bar. 

“He won’t find out?”

Rafe scoffs a little, his arm tightening on you. “No, no, no, no, he won’t. Cause you won’t tell him, huh?”

You shake your head no and his hand juts up to your chin, turning your head back to him, “C’mon, words, baby, I told you I need words to keep going.” His words, however, hold no meaning. He gives the cockiest little smirk when he says it. 

It’s hard to get them out when his warm hand is holding you, and his erection presses firmly to your backside, begging for something more. Rafe was your older brother’s best friend and it would have taken a literal miracle for you not to develop a crush on him. 

Rafe’s been eyeing you lately though. Longer glances when you strip off your towel, showing off your new swimsuit. Lingering touches when he hugs you in greetings, slipping a hand to the top of your ass. Enough for you to notice, but no one else. 

A few of your friends already warned you that Rafe gave off certain vibes, which you steer clear of immediately when attributed to a guy, but he was a magnet. And he’s holding you so tightly. 

Your front is against the bar counter on your patio, his body pressed up behind you so close, you feel all of him, every inch of him. 

“Rafe maybe we shouldn’t like-”

“Shhhh,” he interrupts, leaning back to watch the curve of your ass as he rubs his hardened dick against you. All that covers you is a thin pair of blue swimsuit bottoms, his swimming trunks do nothing to contain how aroused he is. 

“Here, how ‘bout this,” he mumbles, tugging the trunks down enough to let his cock spring free, and the quick glimpse you get of it makes you gasp. 

Rafe relishes in that. But his hand finds your jaw again, “I won’t even put it in, ‘kay? Won’t even do it, babydoll, it won’t slip it in. It’s just a little help and it means nothing cause it’s not in.”

You want to tell him his words don’t make sense, but you feel his free hand nudge your legs apart and oblige, holding one hand on the counter, your other hand on his wrist. 

“He could come home,” you whisper, not meaning to be that quiet, but Rafe’s fingers tighten on your jaw. 

“Don’t fucking say that, we got time.” Rafe holds to his cock, smearing the beads of pre-cum dripping from him on your inner thigh. It coaxes another gasp out of you and he chuckles. 

“Yeah, see? I told you, it’s nice, yeah. But it’s nothing, doll. Nothing. I’m not doing anything crazy and your brother won’t know, ‘kay?”

Rafe waits for you to nod. Your hesitation causes him to press tighter to you, the counter’s edge digging into your skin enough to be uncomfortable, enough to probably leave a mark. You nod. 

His hot breath at your ear and neck and feeling how hard he is makes your head spin and the area between your legs alight. This is wrong, you know it’s bad on multiple levels. You shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t let him do this, but you can’t find it in yourself to push him away. Instead, you slip your bottoms to the side and Rafe mutters out a, “fuck yes,” that makes more heat spark within you. 

Rafe slides his cock between your thighs, resting right under your heat. You swallow hard, gripping the counter. He nudges your legs to his heart’s content, getting them in the right position so there’s enough pressure against him, and then he grabs your hips tight. You move your jaw, stretching it out after his hard grip, reaching a hand behind you so you can hold onto some part of him. 

But as your fingertips grace his wrist, he swats your hand away, “Just look forward, doll, I got it.”

You can’t respond, because Rafe immediately starts to thrust himself between your thighs, not bothering to go slow. 

He groans and lets out a dark laugh against your ear, his teeth nibbling at your skin. “Think about this every time you walk around in one of these,” he mutters, rocking his hips, the steady rhythmic thrusts teasing you whenever his tip rubs against your cunt. “Every time you walk around in general.”

You wonder if he wants you to ask him to put it in. To push his cock into you and fuck you right here near the pool, but even if he wants you to do that, he doesn’t mention it. So you don’t either. 

The slow torture of his cock rubbing between your thighs, using them for his pleasure, has your breath heavy and your knees shaky. 

Rafe grunts, gripping your waist so hard it rivals the push of the counter against you. “This is normal yeah?” His voice comes out breathy, near wavering. 

“What?” You ask, confused by the questioning. 

“This is normal. Tell me doll, please,” Rafe almost whines at you. It has your brow knitting and your head turning to see him but he shakes his head vehemently, removing a hand from your hip to force your head forward. 

“Doll, c’mon, this is normal, yeah? Just…just feeling good with you, that’s all. Doesn’t…doesn’t fucking matter,” he gets out through pants and broken-up breaths. “I’m not even…my dick isn’t even…”

“Uh…,” you trail off. Unsure. 

“Doll,” he says, a sharp edge to his tone, like he might break if you don’t answer him. 

You rush your words out, “Yeah, yeah, it’s normal.” 

Rafe lets out a breath you could only classify as a relief. He thrusts his hips a little faster, the squeeze of your thighs warm and soft against him, the perfect amount to stimulate him. You’re sure he can feel how wet you are, the quick drag of his cock right under your cunt has you wanting to reach down and rub at your clit to give you some sort of satisfaction. But you can’t bring yourself to, your mind too focused on his sounds, on his movements. On his insistence that this is normal. He thrusts over and over until he muffles a groan against your shoulder, spilling himself on your thighs, on your cunt, on the counter in front of you. 

It’s a lot. A big mess that you don’t know what to do with. Your breath feels shakier than it was just a few seconds ago. Rafe steps back, tugging his trunks up. He reaches over for your beach towel that is laid on the lounge chair and chucks it over at you. 

You turn just in time to catch it, but you stay still, holding it and looking at him. He’s out of breath, flushed in the face, his eyes wild. 

“What? Clean the fuck up,” he mutters, gesturing with his hand and adjusting his trunks as he walks past you towards the screen door. 

With a swallow, you wipe your thighs clean, the heat in your stomach still lingering. 

“He won’t find out,” Rafe’s voice rings out, and you look up at him, only to nod, looking to where his cum hit the counter. You wipe it clean, then catch his eye again. 

Rafe stares for a few seconds, and you watch his frenzied expression dip into neutral territory, then the turns on his heel into your house.

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wanna come over n' do sum blow? read at 2am … dealer!rafe cameron ! 18+, mdni. ༄.°

all over kildare you were deemed a "sweetheart" and an "angel" by anyone who knew you. you were poised and graceful, always dressed in pastels, your makeup light, and your hair always done up with pretty ornaments. your personality matched your looks—as sweet as sugar, helpful, and kind—vastly different from most of the people that resided in kildare. you were innocent to most. well, almost.

beneath the lily-white façade, you were a fiend. a coke addict. and rafe cameron knew. he was your best friend's older brother, and you barely knew him, really. whenever you hung out with sarah, you only caught glimpses of him as he was off living his own life, doing his own things, not that you cared, as when he was around, he treated you as "one of sarah's little friends" and picked on you a little bit. playful banter, you supposed, if it wasn't for the small jabs at your purity, mocking you.

it was honestly a mistake, one of those offhand coincidences. you had been doing so well hiding your little habit from everyone who was close to you, remaining as your usual as-pure-as-the-driven-snow self in front of them. that was until sarah had invited you to one of rafe's infamous parties, and you couldn't decline when she looked at you like that. how could you? she promised that there wasn't going to be any drugs or alcohol, but you knew better. drugs and alcohol were synonymous with rafe's name, so you decided to suck it up and play along.

the party was wild as always when you had shown up. sarah immediately led you through the estate and into the kitchen, crowded with teenagers doing god knows what. you tried to keep your eyes ahead of you and focused on the back of the blonde's head. she handed you a glass of water, nursing on her own cup with an amused smile gracing her pretty lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and nudge her, causing her to bubble up a laugh.

admittedly, as the party went on and you had gotten separated from sarah at some point throughout it, looking around you made you start to withdraw. people were shameless in their illicit acts, doing substances so openly for everyone to see, but it was kildare. everyone and their mama had their habits, whether or not they cared to share them freely with prying eyes. of course, you were no different, and it was getting increasingly harder to control your urges.

you decided to relieve yourself by going upstairs, wanting to go into sarah's room to calm down and put yourself in order. as you made it down the hall, you noticed her older brother's door slightly ajar, which captured your interest and piqued your curiosity, moving towards it and pushing it open more, like something had overtaken you that you couldn't quite control.

the door opened more and revealed the dirty-blond's bedroom; you had never seen it before; sleek and clean for the most part, as expected of a rich boy, but the more it opened, the more you saw, eventually leading you to see rafe himself standing up against his balcony, doing a line with both doors open.

you were paralyzed, staring at it, praying to god that he didn't turn around and see you standing there practically salivating for it. to snort a line. to let go and relax. to get out of those fucking heels because, christ, they were killing you. unfortunately, god didn't hear those prayers, and as if he could feel your intense staring, he turned to look over his shoulder and at his now more than ajar door, your small, unexpected frame lurking in the doorway with the most bemused expression plastered across your delicate face, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

oh, fuck, he thought, what a pleasant surprise. 

reading your face and demeanor as if he were a psychic, he nodded with his chin for you to come over, an invitation that didn't at all go unnoticed, and you accepted it naturally, walking into his room and closing the door behind you with a soft click, making your way over to him with small, tentative steps until you crossed the threshold and out onto the balcony with him, your eyes glancing at the cocaine laid out along the eloquent railing, tempting you.

"who knew that you of all people would be so interested in something like this, miss delicate flower, who never so much as raises 'er voice or does anything improper?" the dirty-blond sneered, his eyes gazing down at you with mirth as he so casually gestured towards what you wanted, and for the first time since he's known you, you furrowed your brows at him, irked.

"oho, fuck, princess. don't look at me like that; just messin' with you; i don't really care. honestly, i saw through your little bullshit act right away, but you seemed so invested in my sister, so i left it alone." he chuckled, shaking his head and turning to look out below the balcony and propped his elbow onto the railing with his head in his hand.

"s'not an act." you futilely tried to protest even despite being caught red-handed in your longstanding lie, nervously grabbing at the hem of your dress and fidgeting with it, uncomfortable with yourself, especially with the way rafe cocked his head and gave you a once over before settling his eyes back on yours, peering into them like he could see into the deepest part of your soul, where all of your deceptions lied underneath the wholesome appearance.

"sure s'not. if it isn't, walk out of here then. i don't need one of sarah's stuck-up, prissy friends in my room givin' me a goddamn headache when all i'm tryna do is relax." he stated, glancing at his door, as forthright and dickish as he always was, shrugging his shoulders with a smug look carved into his sharp features.

it annoyed you how standoffish he was, especially right then. you knew that he knew that you weren't going to leave, not when the metaphorical card was already laid out on the table, calling your name with its honey-toned voice, and you scrunched up your nose, eyes squinting at him, bunching up the edge of your pristine skirt into your fists. you hated that he knew, that he could see through you—some part of you really did want to leave, to call his bluff, make him look like an idiot for thinking of you any differently than what you presented yourself as, but you wouldn't. you couldn't.

when you didn't move an inch from where you were boring your eyes into him, rafe's cocky ass smirk only widened in response, and he hummed, amused by you, like you were some undomesticated, rabid animal seeking out your fix with crazed eyes. though, he had to admit, it was beautifully wild in a way, how you looked right then. he swore he could see the desperation lurking behind your eyes, feeling himself relent just a bit and shaking his head.

"go on. i don't mind sharin'." he sighed, moving a bit out of the way as he raised his brows, watching the way your whole attitude shifted, your eyes immediately lighting up like fireworks had just gone off inside of them, your body visibly relaxing, and the smallest hint of a smile forming along your glossy lips.

you turned gracefully on your heels and faced the railing of the balcony, eyeing the two powdery lines, residue from the one rafe had already snorted lingering by them, and looked around for something to use to inhale it with but came up short, letting out a huff, but, oh well, at least you were getting the relief you craved. reaching your hand behind your head, you grabbed onto your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail before leaning over and positioning yourself closest to the line towards the edge, using your free hand to plug one of your nostrils before swiping across, inhaling the drug, and pulling back, fluttering your lashes and sniffling.

rafe watched with eyes like a hawk, enjoying the unintentional show you were putting on for him. he felt elated to know that you had dropped the whole goody two-shoes act, finally showing your true colors, which he found to be much more appealing than that fake ass miss prim shit, masquerading as some proper angel when deep down you were just like everyone else, no longer hiding it from his prying eyes. he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't find you attractive at all in the moment, his gaze drifting towards your ass when you had bent over, wetting his lips, and following you intently when you rose back up.

he couldn't help himself; really, you were too fucking beautiful right then in your natural element, turning your head to look up at him with goddamn doe eyes, dainty lashes fluttering, the color of yours becoming greedily swallowed up by your pupils as the coke settled in your system, lips parting as you became more and more lax, simple-minded. you were easy now, and what you didn't know was that rafe did, indeed, not mind sharing, but that came with a price that he purposefully hid underneath his charitable tone, a price you were now going to pay for.

his arm dropped from the railing and stalked back closer to you, his eyes drinking you in like a fine wine as you tilted your head back inch by inch to look up at him properly, your features soft and graceful, some of your hair falling in front of your face.

he leaned his head down, his lips hovering close to your ear and eliciting a small, surprised noise from you, shivering a bit as you felt his warm breath fan over the sensitive skin. every sensation now heightened thanks to the angel dust coursing through your body, a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

"usually i'd ask you to pay me money for that sampler, but, y'know, i'm sure there's another way you'd be willing to pay me back, hm?" he whispered into your ear, his hand finding purchase on your hip and drawing you in, his warmth seeping through the silk fabric of your dress and making you stiffen.

your high made any rational thoughts leave your spinning head, so obediently you nodded your head and craned your neck back more, rafe leaving the side of your head with a wicked smile split across his face, sapphire eyes darkened, and he extended his other hand out towards his bedroom. "be my guest," and you did, having been piledrived into his mattress while clawing at him from overstimulation all the while he degraded you for being such a dirty fucking coke whore.

it was around 2am and you were up, sitting in front of your vanity and combing through your hair, having not been able to sleep for some reason, so you decided to doll yourself up just for yourself.

a buzz from your phone drew your attention away from your reflection and looked to it atop your desk, placing down your brush and grabbing ahold of it, unlocking it with a small scowl as you saw you had a notification from rafe cameron—your dealer. after that one night, you'll never forget.

he promised to give you good cocaine on account of you being the most perfect, pliant hole he's ever had the pleasure of fucking into, like his own personal fleshlight, so as long as you continue doing so, to which you agreed because it was a pretty good deal, but you made the condition of him not spilling your secret. he accepted.

> wanna come over n' do sum blow?

that was the text message. straightforward. you rolled your eyes and hovered your thumbs over the keyboard that had materialized within the chat, contemplating. no doubt this was a booty call, but you had been craving for that euphoric release for a few weeks now, having been preoccupied with other stuff.

is sarah home?

> no. at a friend's house. sleepover or sum shit.

you sighed. you didn't have an excuse not to go, so with tentative fingers, you gave him your answer.

be there in 20.

"r—a—fe!" you squeaked out as you dug your perfectly manicured nails into the dirty-blond's muscled back, fat, pearly tears streaming down your face as he folded you in half on top of his bed, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping, overstimulated, puffy pussy, his hands keeping your legs secure with your knees pressed to your chest.

"take it, take it, take it. oh, god, yeah. so fucking good, sucking in my dick so well, huh?" he rasped, his thrusts relentless as he pistoned himself into you over and over and over and over again, your body trembling as it felt like you were getting electrocuted with shockwave after shockwave, rippling through your fucked-out body, not even moaning anymore, just crying.

the mushroom tip of his cock bullied your cervix with each mindnumbing thrust he delivered, not letting up even after the three rounds you had already been subjected to, your insides mushy and gooey, the base of rafe's dick coated with a creamy ring, answered for by your orgasms, each one being pulled from you that enraptured your whole body and left you cumming around his cock, milking him for everything you were worth.

"can't—take it—anymore! 'm too sens'tive! stop rafe! please, ple—ase!" you choked out through incessant whimpers and cries, back arching off the bed as he ground his dick into you, pushing you to your next orgasm rapidly, toes curling and your nails digging in even deeper, drawing groans from his kiss-bitten lips.

"nonono, baby. i gave you the sweet release you wanted, right? so, 'm gonna fuckin' get mine," he grunted, pushing down on your legs further, your body that of a contortionist with the way he had you bent like a goddamn lawn chair. "every," he pounded once harshly, "single," and again. "fucking," and again. "one." he picked his speed back up and threw his head back, strings of curses pouring from his lips.

your head was entirely blank, nothing in it, simply riding out your incredible high as rafe absolutely destroyed you, approaching your climax. with a final pump, you were sent tumbling over the edge and cried out his name like it was a prayer, your body lifting from the bed, head lolling back against his pillows, tidal waves crashing over you as your vision blacked out.

the dirty-blond simply gazed down as you convulsed around him, your petals fluttering around him and greedily clenching, cum sticking to his length as he slowed down his motions, mouth agape with pride as he watched himself fuck it back into you, your hole spent and aching, being overstimulated again, and through your delirium, you tried to push away, whimpering pathetically, to which he simply laughed in your face.

"uh-uh, coke whore. not done yet, haven't even come," he crooned bittersweetly, starting to pick up his pace again, leaning in close to press a few soft kisses to your knee, followed by a bite, causing you to jolt, his smirk widening. "stay still, yeah? i'll give you extra if you be good, and let me fuck you some more."

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guns and roses

pairing: wolverine x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: your boyfriend’s back from a mission, and it becomes pretty obvious you missed each other. 

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with fluff sprinkles, slight choking, begging, slapping (once), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys pleasee!!), p in v, teasing, oral sex, breastplay, fingering, cumming inside

a/n: guys i swear i can write more things other than smut i’m just ovulating. also the title is from the ldr song, i don’t know if the band fits but if it does i’ll take the win.

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“You’re back”

It was morning. The pale sun had risen behind a thin veil of clouds and you had been up far too early, waiting and expecting, and in your own giddiness entirely missed the sound of his motorcycle pulling up. You were several steps away from the door when its handle rattled and the wood creaked open. Seeing the familiar figure of your boyfriend, you didn’t waste a moment in coming close, standing up from your bed.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya darlin’,”he held you closer to his chest by placing his hands on your hips. Logan had been gone on a mission for 2 weeks and you had very much missed him.

“Wasn’t sleeping,” you slid a palm slowly up his arm, until your hand nestled warmly on the back of his neck. “How did it go?” you asked.

“As I expected it.”

“And the contact?”

“Useless.”

“Oh.” You gave a fake pout, twirling a lock of his hair between your fingers. “And here I was waiting for you to come home as the newest global hero.”

He gave a curt laugh. “Waiting for me, huh?” he said, his eyes looking down at you in a way that made your skin heat up. You were in your bathrobe. Perhaps not the prettiest clothing item, but it was the nicest thing you owned and you knew exactly how its low cut showed you off.

You leaned in closer, letting the robe slip slightly off your shoulder. “Not at all,” you whispered.

Logan looked at you, a small smile tugging on his lips. “Right,” he said. And then, “C’mere.”

You moved in to kiss him readily, his hand on your cheek guiding you closer, mouths slipping together in a well versed familiarity. You weren’t one to doubt his abilities, but a fierce feeling of gladness came over you whenever you shared that first kiss after a time apart. You didn’t like it when he was gone and always had that special vulnerability course through you like a nervous strike of lightning upon seeing him again.

He was kissing you slowly, in that gentle way he showed at times, one hand in your hair and the other rubbing at your hip. There was something rather domestic about the notion, you thought to yourself, meeting him at the door with a robe on. You decided you liked that feeling.

His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you let him in, gladly, sighing into his mouth, before sputtering and pushing him away.

“You taste like shit,” you laughed suddenly, wiping at your mouth. When the excitement of his return faded, you actually looked at him properly for the first time. “And you look like shit too.”

“Oh thank you doll, always so sweet,” he chuckled.

“You taste like motor oil,” you said, unable to contain a smile as you looked him over and realised he was covered in grease marks, his military boots grimy to the hilt. “What the hell happened to you? Did you go into a sewer? Actually, no, don’t tell me. We decided on the don’t ask, don’t tell rule and I will stick to that. Go wash, then we can continue.”

“I think we can continue now,” he said in a low voice, reaching out for you again.

“No,” you said quickly, slipping out of his reach. “Logan you’re filthy.” 

He gave you an unimpressed look but began nudging a boot off with a foot. “Alright,” he muttered, haphazardly kicking his boots to the side and turning to the bathroom. You watched as he lazily tugged his shirt up and over his head. To your great amusement, you saw a faint line around his shoulders where clean skin met dirty.

Hearing the sound of water being turned on, you walked over to the window and peered at the sky outside. Faint clouds diluted the sun’s light, but they were grey in colour and the air was fresh that morning after a humid night. 

You cupped your cheek into a palm. You had missed Logan. Being apart made all sorts of thoughts rush through you, of confessions unsaid and feelings that maybe what he was doing with the xmen wasn’t the safest thing for him. You knew it wasn’t just about the sex, and that was enough sometimes, but since getting closer, hearing him speak, knowing that on the odd time he smiled wide his left cheek showed in it a dimple, there was something more behind your devotion. Something you knew you would need to voice someday, or perhaps leave it perfectly silent as it was already, whispered only in the hard kisses when he left and in the way you caressed his back when he had night terrors.

A hand lightly brushed the hair off the back of your neck, interrupting your thoughts.

“Care to inspect me now, officer?”

With a smile you turned, noting that his skin seemed a shade lighter, and wrapped your hands behind his head.

“Looking good,” you said, idly noticing he had a towel tied around his middle. “I can definitely see some improvement.”

“Even my hair is still damp.”

“Yeah, and I bet a whole handful of gunk came out of it.”

He rolled his eyes, tucking his arms around your waist. “Y’ sure know how to kill a mood, don’t you, sweetheart,” he muttered.

“Oh, I’ve been in the mood for days, baby.”

He kissed you like he was desperate, and you liked to believe he was. Your hands clawed into his hair, drawing him impossibly close, slipping your tongue into his mouth to meet his. One of his hands slid up to wrap itself warmly around your neck, the other at your hip held you tightly against his body.

To your surprise, you realised that he didn’t taste like cigarettes, even though you knew he smoked more while he was away. Instead, you could just faintly taste the cheap toothpaste you shared.

“What are you smiling about?” he breathed out, breaking away from you for an agonising moment.

What could you say, because you loved him? “I’ve been waiting for this,” you tell his mouth instead.

You let yourself be moved and pressed against the wall, barely registering anything beyond the way Logan was kissing you somewhere around your clavicle, and that one of his hands was sliding slowly down your body, pushing away folds of the robe. He palmed one of your breasts, the flat of his thumb drawing across your stiff nipple before pinching it, doing the same to the other. A jagged moan passed your lips as he slouched to bring his mouth to your chest, all teeth and tongue, biting hard on the flesh in a way you knew would leave a mark. His mouth covered your nipple, and you dug your nails into his shoulder as he suckled on it. Little sounds were coming out of your mouth without restraint and you couldn’t help but growl when his mouth came away with a wet sound.

“Pent up, baby?” he said with a smirk, his eyes dark as he leaned in to capture your lips. You felt his hand cup your breasts again, smearing his saliva across the hot skin, before moving over your ribs and the curve of your stomach and tugging the bathrobe loose.

You weren’t wearing anything beneath and he noticed and chuckled into your mouth.

“You really were waiting for me, huh?” He kissed you and leaned back, looking appreciatively over your bare body, running his hands over your hips and up again. “I wonder if you’re wet for me already, too.”

You didn’t get a moment to think of a coherent reply, though you knew the answer plainly, as his hand finally went to where you needed him most and your hips rocked into him as he slid his fingers easily through your wet folds. He breathed something you couldn’t decipher and leaned in close to bite your ear, a thumb brushing maddeningly light over your aching clit.

You rocked into him again, desperate for more, and he sucked on your neck, hard, enough to make you cry out, and slipped a finger easily inside you.

“So wet for me,” he murmured into the skin of your neck. “Did you fuck yourself thinking about this while I was gone?”

A second finger joined, and the heat pooling inside you seemed to almost make you dizzy and you leaned your head back against the wall, panting, nodding.

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, sucking in a breath as the fingers pulled out of you almost completely, and moaning as they were thrust back inside you. You wanted to say something more, but the words got lost in your mouth as his hand picked up speed and his thumb began to make agonising circles over your clit, and your brain couldn’t focus on anything except how good it felt. Logan was panting in your ear and you closed your eyes, one of your hands on his neck and the other gripping onto his arm, meeting every thrust of his fingers with your own hips.

His fingers curled inside you and you were grateful that your hands were on him, or else your knees may have buckled. An obscene sound came out of your mouth that he swallowed in a bruising kiss, teeth clacking painfully together as you both came close too forcefully, but the pain was immediately replaced with pleasure and you bit down on his bottom lip.

Suddenly, the fingers left you, and you almost swayed on your feet at the loss, making an unhappy noise. Forcing your heavy lidded eyes open, you felt your heartbeat in your throat as you watched Logan bring the slick covered fingers up and into his mouth. He gave you a look that promised you wouldn’t be walking later.

“Bed,” he rasped. “Now.”

You shrugged quickly out of the robe, letting it fall forgotten at your feet, and moved. You loved it when he got to the point of making orders.

“On your back, up against the pillows.”

You complied, breathing out of your mouth as you settled at the far end of the bed and watched Logan tug off his towel, kicking it to the side. Your eyes went immediately to a scar in his lower belly, and you traced its shape before looking at his cock, which was already hard and arching into his hand. Watching you, he slowly stroked himself.

“That was clean,” you said, in a voice you hoped sounded disapproving, nodding your head towards the towel.

“Right,” replied Logan, getting into bed. “Mention it again and I’ll gag you with it.”

It was a tempting offer, but you were in no mood to be quiet and, realising where he was positioning himself, instead eagerly parted your legs for him. He gave you a smug smile for that and, bringing his hands to your thighs, manoeuvred your knees over his shoulders. He pressed a few kisses and bites to your inner thighs but you could see he was stretched thin for more foreplay and you didn’t mind that at all.

Reaching out, you curled your fingers into his hair. You let your nails gently scratch against his scalp.

“Please,” you whispered. 

If his kisses were desperate, there was something more to the way he ate you out. The first broad lick from his tongue made your hand fist up in his hair, but if it hurt him he didn’t say. He took you greedily, fingers wrapped so tight around your thighs it always left you with bruises, tongue lapping you up in quick, hard strokes.

You were moaning openly, interrupted by gasps whenever his lips would focus on your clit or the tongue pushed deep. A heavy heat was building through you, and you could feel the muscles in your abdomen tighten. One hand holding on to the headboard behind you, you looked with hazy eyes at Logan, noting the red marks over your thighs, the way his dark hair spilled across your skin. He wasn’t looking at you and you noticed his shoulders jerk out of rhythm to his mouth and, somehow, your temperature only got hotter.

“Are you fucking yourself, Logan?” you said in a shuddering voice, feeling sweat slide down the side of your face, breathing heavily. “Are you fucking yourself to my pussy?”

He shifted and you pulled away your hand as he lifted his head. Your mind spun seeing your own slick glisten on his lips and mouth.

You thought he was about to answer, but instead he pushed his sweat darkened hair out of his eye and gave you a dog like grin.

As his mouth lowered again, he had a finger in you, and then a second. By the time he slipped the third one in, you could feel your orgasm building. He was sucking on your swollen clit, fingers pushing hard and fast into you, the wet noise only covered by your own wanton sounds.

Your fingers, once again in his hair, trembled and tugged.

“I’m close,” you forced out, biting hard on your bottom lip, nails scraping against the wood of the headboard. “Fuck, Logan. I’m close.”

“Oh, yeah?” You could just feel him smile as he said the words against you. It made you tug harder on his hair, in a way you knew would burn, and that brought in him a new vigour and his fingers inside you curled against your front wall.

You were pretty sure you screamed. He did it again and the orgasm hit you like a red hot flame, your hips only barely being held down by his free hand, bucking into his fingers and mouth. He fucked you through it, until you shuddered with your entire body, throat too tired to make another sound, chest heaving as you blinked and stared at the ceiling.

“Wow,” you said.

You heard a chuckle and watched Logan lick his fingers and wipe the back of his hand over his mouth before coming close and kissing you. You loved kissing him like that. There was something about tasting your own self in somebody else’s mouth that drove you insane.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” you told him, running your fingers down his chest, not ignoring the way his breath stuttered as you did.

“I’ll make you feel ‘em again,” he said.

You hummed into his mouth, lips curling into a smile as you finally took him into your hand, stroking him with an easy flick of the wrist, eating up every little sound he made.

“Looks like it’s time for us to switch sides,” you breathed, smearing his pre-cum under your hand, the touch familiar and making you ache for more. “How do you want me?”

He didn’t ask. In a quick movement you found yourself on top of him, the wind knocked out of you, both of his hands on your hips. You grinned.

“Alright, baby,” you said. You leaned forward, running your hands over his body, rocking just enough against his cock that it made him hiss. You moved in to kiss him, letting your breasts press against his chest. “I’ll make you feel good.”

You rolled your hips, a shudder of pleasure going through the both of you as his cock brushed over your sensitive clit. If your head wasn’t in post-orgasmic bliss you might have thought it mildly embarrassing how wet you were or how you readily awaited to come again. But you didn’t care about that, you cared about feeling good and making sure Logan felt that extra. With an evil little smile you arched your back, holding on to his shoulder as you kept rocking your wet cunt over him, and wrapped your free hand over his neck.

It was a gentle hold, enough to explain what you wanted to do and enough for him to decline. This wasn’t yet a common thing the two of you did, but you wouldn’t have minded if it was. You looked at him but he didn’t decline, only stared back at you, hand gripping your thigh, breathing through an open mouth. You tightened your hold, only by a fraction, rewarded by a groan, and then you tightened it again and he leaned his head back, opening more of his neck to your hand.

Your mouth was going dry. You felt like you could come undone by his expression alone, head thrown back and eyes closed, hair sticking to the back of your hand. You leaned in close, listening as his breath caught in his throat, and gave his neck a squeeze.

The noise that came out of him was unholy. He bucked beneath you in a way that made you suck in your own breath before pressing your lips warmly against his ear.

You went to kiss him again but suddenly he wasn’t there and with a yelp you found yourself being rolled roughly onto your back and Logan’s teeth instead by your ear.

“Think you can just tease me the whole time?” he growled, his weight on your body driving you crazy, hand roughly palming your breast. “Think I haven’t been waiting for this too?”

Oh, God.

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck me,” you whispered, hands grabbing at his face and arms and side. “God, please, Logan, fuck me. Please.”

He raked his teeth down your neck and you cried out, nails scratching his back as he positioned himself above you, lifting one of your legs under his arm, licking the red mark he had left.

“Fuck, Logan, please. Please.”

You had dreamed of this. You were so wet that he slid inside you easily, and you released a sound that was half a moan and half a sigh of relief. He filled you up perfectly, stretching you in the way that you knew and craved. Your sensitive cunt seemed to feel it all twice-fold and you felt your eyes close in pleasure.

He pulled out of you, slowly, almost until the tip, before pushing back in a quick, hard thrust that sent your head flying back, the feeling amplified by your position. He didn’t take you slowly, he fucked you hard and fast, until your individual moans became a single, desperate sound. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on the bed, getting a fistful of sheets when his thumb pressed roughly over your clit, sending hot sparks through you.

The sound of flesh against flesh intermixed with your breaths was intoxicated. You reached for the hand that was at your cunt and brought it up to your mouth, licking his fingers and running your tongue over the joints. You could feel his grip tighten over your slowly numbing leg and opened your mouth a tad, so he could see your tongue swirl around the digits, smirking.

His next thrust wiped the smile off your face. He was hitting you in the sweet spot that sent you seeing stars, and the wet fingers went over to your hip instead, holding you firmly down as he wanted you. And you had no qualms about that. You could already feel a second orgasm growing.

Then you felt the sharp snap of teeth over your ear and Logan snarl, “Turn over. Now.”

You practically whined as he pulled out of you, quickly grappling a pillow and rolling over to your front. His hands parted your legs from behind and you heard him spit and shuddered as fingers ran through your swollen, wet folds.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, sweetheart,” he muttered above you.

You rocked your hips into his hand, looking over your shoulder and watching, hungrily, as he stroked himself while touching you.

“Why don’t you fuck me like you mean that then?” you said.

You memorised his buttons like a sailor memorised the stars. With a noise you were pushed forward, nose in the pillow you quickly managed to salvage, and then he was fucking you, one hand gripping your hip while the other slapped you sharply across the ass. You tried to match his speed but he didn’t let you, pressing you firmly down against the bed with his own weight until the only thing you could do was bite the pillow, crying out with every thrust.

A second orgasm was heating up inside you. One of his hands had tangled itself in your hair, every sharp tug only making your muscles tighten. You were overwhelmed with it all, euphoria like bright lights behind your eyes. You wanted to give yourself to him, every part of you until there was nothing left, opening up like a flower in bloom.

His weight shifted and you could feel him on top of you, feel the way his hot breaths landed on your skin.

“You close, baby?” he rasped.

You groaned and blabbered something that you hoped sounded like an affirmative. You were so sensitive and full, you knew you needed only a small push to tip over the edge again.

You felt his stubble scratch against you and then the telltale drag of his hand beneath, over your chest, down your stomach.

“Oh, god.”

His deft fingers were at your clit and you everything but mewled as he began to rub at it, every thrust hitting you perfectly. He was somewhere behind your neck, panting, pressing kisses and bites on your skin.

“Come for me,” he coaxed in a low voice. “You know I like it when you do. Come on, doll. Just for me.”

His fingers and his cock were all too much. You came undone with a loud cry, clenching around him as his fingers worked over your clit. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and your thighs shook, gripping at the headboard as his breath hitched and he came too, fucking you through it, leaning heavily over your back. You felt your vision turn hazy and gave a moan as you felt him spill inside you, moving your hips what little bit you could into his jagged thrusts, eating up every breathless sound he made by your ear. He pushed into you a couple more times before halting, breathing like a bull behind your head.

Whimpering as he pulled out, you watched with sated eyes as he lay down beside you with a heavy groan.

“Shit,” he whispered, out of breath, and in your stupor you couldn’t help but smile.

The clouds ended up defeating the sun and with the blinds half drawn the room turned dark and grey. You were lying on your back and Logan sat on the edge of the bed to your left. You idly rubbed a hand over his back, the both of you comfortably nude, drawing shapes over the red marks you had made. In his left hand he held a lit cigar and was slowly turning his leather jacket around in his right.

“Is that a fucking bite mark?” he said with a snort, holding up the jacket.

You didn’t stop your hand. “I missed you,” you said, grinning at the ceiling.

Logan chuckled at that, giving the jacket one more look before throwing it over to a chair beside the wall. He took a quick drag and blew out strands of smoke. There was something aggressive about the way he smoked. 

You ran your palm up to his shoulder, thumb making gentle circles in the skin.

“Did you miss me too, Logan?” you asked quietly.

There was that vulnerability again. You had never asked that question properly before, not without a defence of being coy or teasing. You began thinking of ways you could laugh it off when he sighed and brought his cigarette again to his mouth.

“I did,” he said.

You looked at him, at the familiar curve of his back, at the lines of muscle that you had long memorised and knew by touch. He didn’t turn around and he didn’t look at you yet somehow those were the most genuine words you had ever shared.

The bed gave a miserable creak as you sat up, reaching to put both your hands on his shoulders, pressing your chest against his back and tucking your chin into the curve of his neck. He sighed again, and leaned into your touch.

“I’ll have to go again soon,” he said.

“I know.”

“It’ll be a few days at the least.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, prodding gently at the scalp, tucking away the small, relaxed sound he made deep into your heart.

“I know, baby.”

He took a drag and turned his face away from you to blow away the smoke.

P*LINKS FOR NICHOLAS CHAVEZ <3

eating you out

riding him

on top

jerking him off

missionary

him eating you out AND jerking off

on the kitchen counter

morning s*x

making out

sixty- nine

free use

breeding kink

in the suit

one order for a vanilla birthday cake pleaseee!

kook!reader texting rafe “what position have you got her in?” when he takes too long to respond to a text

happy birthday, angel 💓

BSF!RAFE + KOOK!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

manicured pink nails tapped impatiently on the restaurant table. eyes glued to the bedazzled device with a glittery pout adorning her lips. this was so unfair. rafe would have a fucking conniption if she even thought about not texting him back. and now it’s been… seven fucking minutes? yeah, right.

the last time she left him on delivered for two minutes he was blowing her phone up and all grumbly the rest of the week, pounding her into oblivion for playing games. dont get her wrong; she loved it. being fucked within an inch of her life was her favorite pastime.

but now? rafe cameron was like the worst hypocrite known to man.

‘what position u got her in?’

‘Be so fr’

it brought a smile to her pretty face seeing his sassy reply. with a satisfied huff, she set her phone face down on the table. why not make him sweat? picking up her long island iced tea with a devious grin, she was right back into the conversation with her girls.

the table was alight with giggles and gossip — the pack of kook girls enjoying lunch together after before hitting the beach.

it was supposed to be an easy day, a break from all the confusion and feelings still swirling around princess and her tall, handsome “best friend”. and she desperately needed that. needed some semblance of normalcy before shit took off and everything on the island changed when the two most hated and loved rich kids finally get together.

so she didn’t even flinch when her phone vibrated once, twice, thrice. she only excused herself from the conversation with a smile when her phone buzzed in a rhythmic pattern — a phone call. bubbles of giddy excitement filling her tummy as ‘rafey’ showed on the screen with a point five angled photo of him looking pissed.

“‘kay— be right back, girls!” she sang, already standing with her phone in hand.

“he finally called you, huh?” melodie, a beautiful brunette in a lilac bikini top teased. the table giggled, all looking at princess and feeling a rush of girlish excitement.

“get your man, baby!” another girl, aliyah, borderline squealed.

princess flushed, feeling her body heat up at the prospect of rafe being ‘her man’. god, imagine! she waved them off embarrassedly, teetering away on her platform flip flops, pleasantly tipsy as she leans against the outside wall of the restaurant.

“hellooooo?”

her voice was sugary sweet into the phone, looking down at her nails and checking the polish for any chips. the warm timbre of rafe cameron’s voice rumbled through the speaker, directly pressed into her ear. she found herself wishing to feel his lips moving around the words and against the shell of her ear.

“you’re somethin’ else, dollface.” he mumbled and she could hear the smirk on his lips.

“aw, you didn’t say ‘hi’, rafe…” she pouted, biting back a laugh at the sound of his heavy sigh on the other end.

“hi. you’re somethin’ else.”

“hiii. why’s that?”

his laugh came through the speaker, all deep and settling into her bones like it always does. she hears the tick, tick of his blinker, meaning he’s driving somewhere in that big truck of his.

princess looks around at the marina, taking the sight of obx residents enjoying the still warm, early fall weather. hot enough to take a dip without the water being freezing yet. rafe continued on as she flitted her gaze around the area.

he ignored her question, instead asking his own.

“checked your location. you tipsy right now?”

a giggle escaped her glossy lips, head lolling slightly, “mmm, maybe… why?”

“go back in and pay. sent you one fifty.”

she froze, pulling the phone from her ear and seeing an apple pay notification. he always did this. not like she could just use her dad’s card or anything.

“rafe cameron—“

he cut her off, hanging up after and not letting her protest, “hey— pay and then come back out. know i’ll let ‘chu make it up to me, a’ight?”

it was like a reverse walk of shame — explaining to her friends why she was leaving early and why she was covering the whole tab. walking back out with her purse on her arm as the familiar rumble of his truck approached, petulant in the way her arms were crossed. he pulled up right before her, rolling down the passenger window and smiling in that frustratingly charming way. dickhead.

she hung up with a guffaw, not believing he actually showed up when she was hanging with her friends. the possessive gesture makes her heart jump then fall. very boyfriend of him.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“oh, that’s how you talk to someone who just paid for your lunch? get in.”

she scoffed, amused at his gall. even more so at the fact she listened — shoes clacking against the pavement. rafe leaned over the console, opening the door for her. he looks good and smells better. that cologne she bought him for his birthday last year that he seems to be wearing a lot recently. an intoxicating smell that makes her feel drunker.

a plaid button up, rolled up to the elbow and exposing strong, veiny arms causes her mind to wander as he leans closer to her.

“hey, gorgeous,” that low drawl sends goosebumps over her body, paired with a half smile that’s so pretty.

comfortable in the seat she’s become so familiar with, he closes the gap between them. giving her a kiss so casual and natural, it makes her fluffy lashes flutter rapidly. sticky gloss transfered on his mouth that he doesn’t even wipe away.

she’s even more confused when flowers are thrusted into her arms. princess blinks at him like a fish — feeling a warmth settle in her chest at the sight of her favorite blooms wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.

“they, uh— they were in this ugly fuckin’ plastic. know you hate that so… yeah,” rafe shrugs it off as he pulls out of the parking lot.

princess decides this is technically a kidnapping. especially because she’s never been more confused and lost in her life.

he leans back in the seat, driving with one hand lazily, confidently. a glimpse of blue eyes at her and she’s smiling wildly, bringing the flowers to her nose to smell them. princess leans over and kisses his cheek, feeling drunker on the moment and smell of his skin.

“i— thank you, rafey…”

rafe takes notice of how small her voice is, how vulnerable. he nods, switching hands to rest one on her leg. large, warm palm soothing her and pulling her out of her mind before she can even begin to cause herself to spiral.

he clears his throat, squeezing the plush, smooth skin of her thigh, “cowgirl.”

her furrowed brow is adorable. looking up from the bouquet in her lap and over at him in question. there’s a drunken slowness to her, a haze. he hums and pushes his hand higher — marking a mental note of how easily her legs spread to make room for him.

“that’s what position imma have you in.”

★ and I haven’t been the same since

DAYUMMMMM😻😻😻😻

this anon ask made me wanna write this out😇

18+ ONLY! MDNI CW: mean!dom!rafe, wannabe dom!reader, eventual sub!reader, slapping, choking, degrading, fingering.

you’d only been with rafe for a few months, so you didn’t know 100% how mean he actually could be. you’d always let him take the lead in the bedroom, not minding being the one to submit to him…

but the one time you tried to take control, and dom him… well, let’s just say you instantly regretted it.

“you wanna fuckin’ try that shit again, princess?”

rafe’s large hand was wrapped around your throat, pressing the back of your head firmly into his mattress as his blue eyes blazed with fire, an anger you’d never seen from him before burning behind his blue irises.

you tried to choke out a response, but his grip on your throat was just too tight, your face turning a bright shade of red, ears ringing and dots clouding your vision.

rafe would watch how your eyes began to flutter shut, your lips turning a light shade of blue as he continued to take your air. he’d let go right before you were about to pass out, allowing you to suck in massive gasps of air into your lungs.

“lets get one thing straight, aight? i’m the man. i call all the shots in and out of the bedroom. do not ever fuckin’ try to take the lead on me again. got it?”

tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded your head. that wasn’t good enough for rafe though, and his hand harshly slapping your cheek let you know that.

“use your words baby, i know you’re not that fuckin’ stupid.”

“y-yes sir.. ‘m sorry.” you’d choke out, tears spilling past your bottom lashes as you stared at your hands that laid on your stomach.

“good girl.”

the next thing you knew, rafe had you flipped onto your stomach, clothes completely ripped from your body as he held you down, three of his thick fingers pumping in and out of your slick hole.

“such a good fuckin’ girl. taking my fingers like the good little slut you are, lemme hear you baby, scream f’me. maybe this’ll teach you to never try and take control again.”

tears fell from your eyes as you pathetically whined and moaned underneath his hold. your body was jerking and shaking, trying to pull away from him, but his hand slapping your face at every attempt to run had you laying still, taking what he was giving.

mehhhh. this was okay.😌

daydreams

but you love your boyfriend.

·········⋆༺𓆩❀𓆪༻⋆·········

You never understand why you keep going back. Maybe it was his specific ways of persuasion, maybe manipulation. Or maybe you actually love him.

warnings: angst, some fluff, light themes of toxic relationships and obsession. themes of manipulation. proof read.

Every week. Every week there’s another screaming, yelling, throwing random shit argument that happens between you two. And half of the time, it’s not even anything serious. Well, to you it’s not. But to Rafe? Oh, he takes everything personal.

You cant help but overthink about the little things you do now. About anyone or anything; who you text, talk to, what you wear, when you wear it. It’s like you’re fucking restricted, having to oblige to his rules and his sick mind games.

So whenever he attempts ( and sometimes succeeds ) in manipulating and gaslighting you, all you can do is just give him a slight glare, maybe cross your arms over your chest and narrow your eyes at him to try and assert atleast some authority. Oh, but that never ends well either.

“..don’t give me that fucking look.” Rafe scoffed, big arms crossing over his chest, biceps peeking out of his white polo. It’s like he’s trying to mock you, humiliate you and make you feel like nothing compared to him. Well, it works. Everytime.

The feeling of isolation; like a mere shame compared to a man. It’s suffocating, being tangled in the emotions of self doubt and self pity, because you know nobody else will pity yourself. —having the restrain wet tears from drizzling down your cheeks. It’s exhausting. You constantly remind yourself that you love your boyfriend, Rafe cameron. Because you do, you have your own ways to love him, and your own times to love him at. But in this moment, fuck, you were contemplating weather you loved him, or you loved the idea of a boyfriend.

but you do love your boyfriend.

Whenever you’re around him, you feel your heart tighten, like it’ll explode. You’d imagine confetti and heart balloons thinking out of your heart when you lay your eyes upon him. Electric shocks imploding in your mind, and the most innocent, naive grin forming on your pale lips.

so of course, you loved love him.

And everytime you look into his pretty, aquamarine eyes, you’re eyes flutter in awe. He’s gorgeous, to you he’s the most beautiful man in the world, you loved him more than anything. He looks like a sweet melody on a summers day. He feels like the warmth of the sand at the beach. Your heart aches for him and your mind creates tiny little stars whenever you’re close to him. — you feel the ground beneath you shake. —like the world only exists for you two and you’re made for eachother. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and glaring at him with you’re big doey eyes.

so, what more could you want?

but what more could he want?

you aways had a slight feeling that you weren’t good enough for him.— that he’s cheating and whenever you asked him about it he always disregarded your question. he always would tell you that he would never cheat, youre his perfect girl and he loves you. he reassures you, tells you not to worry and forces an image into your mind that he would never do that, ..and maybe he wouldn’t.

then why would you find other girls on his phone?

you never asked him about it because then he would know you’re being sneaky, not listening to him and disbelieving his words. but then again..

He takes care of you. Everytime. Whenever you’re sick, curdling up in your sweet bed, trying to forget about the rest of existence, he’s always there beside you. —rough hand colliding with your hair, stroking through your soft locks gently. His gentleness, you always admired. His plump lips pressing against yours which sent waves to ripple down your body, goosebumps elevating on your fair skin.

“—it’s okay baby, i’m here..” His warm breath and silk words seeping into your ear. You couldn’t help but fluster at the sight. You, laying in your boyfriends arms whilst he cares for you, aids you when you need it, even when you don’t ask. He was always there for you physically.

But what about mentally?

You love your boyfriend.

But everytime you close your eyes, all you can be reminded of is all the times he wasn’t there for you. Infact, he would be the reason for your distress. He’d leave you alone to rot in agony and ache all unattended.

Especially after an argument. You’d leave a million missed phone calls and texts on his phone.

[1:23AM] — rafe?

[1:23AM] — rafe i’m sorry please call me back.

[1:24AM] — missed phone call x2

[3:49AM] — rafe. please.

you knew he was sitting behind his screen, peering at his phone blowing up. you knew he wouldn’t reply, but you tried anyway, being swallowed by doubt. Satisfied with how loyal and devoted you are, how hopeless and how you’re nothing when he’s not around. — like an infectious symbioate you could never rid yourself of, because..

You love your boyfriend.

oh yeah, he always left you on read during these times.

and eventually you’d give up calling.

until he’s back at your door step, fresh flowers in hand along with some chocolates in the other. An apologetic smile splayed on his lips, and then all your thoughts wash away.

You love him. He’s the man you want to have children with, he’s the man that’ll propose to you, slide a pretty gem on your finger to symbolise your love for each other. He’s the man that’ll be the daddy to your children. He’ll be there for you during your highest and lowest. He’ll listen to your sobs and your laughters. You already listen to his. One day you two will be buried together, till death do you two part.

You love your boyfriend.

and there’s nothing in the world that you wouldn’t do for him.

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inspired by the song:

“ I love my boyfriend “— princess chelsea .

thinking about bully!rafe making you say that you love him while he’s fucking you. 😵‍💫

lordddddd😵‍💫😵‍💫 he definitely would too, because even though he’d never say it to you, he wants to hear you say it to him. i imagine him being balls deep, giving slow, deep thrusts as you sob uncontrollably from how good he fills and stretches you. he’d look into your eyes, cupping your face with one hand and say “tell me you love me, baby.” and you’d shake your head no at first, refusing to let the words come out of your mouth. he’d start fucking you harder before slowing back down, edging you and denying you the orgasm you’re craving. he’d slowly pull out, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in, “say you fucking love me, and you can cum.” and with how fuzzy your brain is from being edged so much, and the way he’s looking into your eyes while slowly pulling out and slamming back in, you let the words fly from your lips, “i love you, rafe! i love you!”

literally need. i love fluff sometimes like not everything needs to be smutty all the time!! :3 rafe is a cutie asw i js wanna kiss him all over and tell him it’s gna be alright💋.

thinking about yelling at you over the phone and coming home to comfort you, or himself..

you come home before rafe, like always. you went out shopping with your best friends and they didn’t have the outfit you wanted in stock.

not only that, but rafe yelled at you on the phone today because he told you that the shopping has to come to an end and you can’t do it every single day.

you walk up the stairs and into the long hallway, opening your shared bedroom with rafe and collapsing onto the bed. you felt like screaming, you just wanted to get some rest.

as you were slowly falling alseep you heard the door swing open and slam closed. your body jumps, scrambling off the bed and looking down the long steps down at rafe fucking cameron.

“rafe?” you say, softly. he looks up at you slowly, “yeah baby, what is it?” he sighs putting his things down and sitting on the couch.

“are.. are you alright?” you prance down the stairs and slowly making your way towards him, stopping right in front of him.

“yes sweet girl, I’m alright.” he sits up, grabbing your waist and burying his head into your body. you guys stay like this for awhile, but you allow it because you needed a long hug after today.

your arms are wrapped around his neck as you reach up your hands to play with the ends of his hair.

maybe all rafe needed was a hug.

yurpp that’s some good shit😋😋.

guns & roses pt 2

ak!jason todd x f!reader

warnings: attempted sa (not jason), gun play, stalking & ofc sex

since you guys asked i'm making this a series, here's pt 1

you don't remember how he died, mainly because you were never really sure he did. all you remember is his visits stopping and suddenly, you had alfred tell you he was dead. and it wasn't fair because he was the good one. he didn't deserve to die and every day it hurt. it was the biggest burden you carried because the last night you spoke to him you weren't exactly the sweetest. you didn't mean to yell at him and you didn't mean to lose him.

"you just don't understand jason"

"i'm trying to y/n but you won't open up!"

"i can't open up to you!"

"why-"

"you know why!"

you woke up with a nasty headache, plaguing your brain. nightmares like these came often, some worse than others. you thought you'd grow out of them but you couldn't, not after that fight you had with him. it never left your mind, it was like a recurring nightmare that followed you around.

your life was okay, you worked at wayne enterprises directly under the bruce wayne as his secretary. it wasn't a job you wanted but bruce gave it to you as compensation for him.

you didn't blame bruce for what happened, jason had always been reckless. you'd never imagine that would land him dead. you had known he was a robin and that bruce was batman and maybe that's why you actually had this job. so he could keep a close eye on you.

you remember when you had first met red, at first you'd thought he was jason. that he was home and that he was okay but after he saved you the first time you became painfully aware that he was indeed dead.

the way red treated you, jason never would have. he was sweet and never failed to make you laugh. he'd give you the warmest hugs and the softest kisses and you were his. to the red hood you were merely a whore, there was a strict difference. and you were fine with that, you made good money and had a decent fuck.

so trudgingly you got ready for work. you were exhausted, and wished you could go back to sleep but needed to get to work early if you wanted to get home early. sometimes you'd imagine jason working alongside bruce, and the two of you being together again. it felt stupid to still be in love with your 1st boyfriend, but you couldn't help it.

he had been yours.

—

it had been another long day. you spent hours digitalizing stacks of bruce's old files and didn't even have time to go on break. bruce told you, he could have somebody else do it but you liked to earn the money you received from him. you didn't deserve such a huge salary and you knew it.

you lived pretty close to wayne enterprises so saw no problem in walking home. though maybe if you had been paying a bit more attention you wouldn't have found yourself in such a bad situation.

in what felt like a second you were roughly pushed into an alleyway, up against a wall. you felt, something heavy pressed up against your head.

"hows it feel to have a gun pressed against your head princess?"

the click of the metal, should've stroked a bit of fear in you but it didn't. "my credit card is in my purse, the pin is 1234, now will you let go of me you asshole?"

"wow giving up so easily and what if I want something else from ya?" he said against your ear, bunching up your skirt. and that's all it took for the red hood to step in. you watched as he nearly bashed the man's skull in. you watched him stumble away in agony and you watched red aim his gun at him but you stopped him. "he's not worth it red"

"you don't get to tell me who's worth shooting," he says seething. he turns and starts walking towards you, now you have this 6 ft & 200+ lbs of a man walking towards you like you're his last meal and maybe you like it. the feeling of want, a need only filled by you.

he pressed his gun against your forehead, just enough to arouse you but not enough to actually harm you. "be a good whore f'me". you couldn't help but know exactly what to do, you immediately turned around and striped for him. you took off your top and your bra but left the rest to the red hood. you always knew exactly what he liked and wanted from you. he enjoyed fucking your skirts and stripping you of your panties. but you just as much enjoyed the way red called you a good whore and had you up against the wall, chest bare with your legs spread and ass peaking out a bit from your skirt.

firmly his gun was pushing on the back of your head while he lifted up your skirt. he pulled down your panties to your ankles and used two fingers to spread open your folds. he watched you shiver and he slowly pumped one finger "how long have you been this wet, huh? did ya want that piece of shit to fuck you like i do?"

with no warning he roughly pushed his thick into you, splitting you open just how he liked it. the choked moan you left out as he sunk into you, only wanted him to push himself deeper into you.

"been this wet since i noticed you following me red," you said, while red began to fuck you. he used one hand to grip your wait and the other to make sure his gun stayed on the head. "i knew you wanted me, but i didn't know it was this bad," you said getting a bit too cocky for your own good.

"will you shut the fuck up?" he says, groaning into your soft cunt. the red hood wanted to be angry because he knew you were trying to make you angry but you felt too good and you knew it. between the mixture of moans and skin slapping you couldn't hear much of the curses he spouted at you. "yeah keep taking my cock, fuck! just like that baby"

it was a rare moment where he let baby slip out and you didn't realize the effect it had on you till he saw your own cum dripping down your thigh. did you come from just hearing baby? maybe he needed to put you in your place.

"remind me who's whore you are again?" red asked in between thrusts, no matter how angry you made him, he knew there was a use to you. but he did anyway to hear you say it because he knew you would.

"your whore, red!"

for a second red's hips stuttered but his harsh thrusts didn't stop. instead they become rougher and deeper. you heard a clang and you realized that red had dropped his gun just so he could hold your hips with two hands. "fuck fuck fuck!" he groaned while you cunt sucked him in even deeper. "gonna fill you up like a good girl, mkay?" he said while you nodded eagerly in compliance. “gonna make the prettiest mess of your cunt”

and there you were body pressed up against a wall in an alleyway, while the red hood filled you up to the brim with his cum. a sight to see for just him because nobody else got to fuck you like this. he knew you didn't fuck anybody else even if you told him you did, cause he was enough.

"that's my good little whore, right?"

"mhmm, your good whore red”

ak jason js does something to me🫦

guns & roses 🥀

ak!jason todd x f!reader

here's part 2

his skin slapped against yours, giving you rough thrusts every second. Your nails digged into his shirt while your legs were hooked around his waist. you held on tightly as the red hood fucked you up against the wall of one of his safe houses. "can't believe you're taking my cock like this, even after you've cum, how many times is it now?" you weren't sure how you ended up in this position but you weren't complaining especially when his cock felt so good. your bra was practically falling off and you had no clue where your underwear was. his pants were at his ankles and his holsters were on the floor. you couldn't deny sex with him was messy but it was so worth it. "oh fuck you, just shut up and keep fucking me, that's your job isn't it?"

you felt his thrusts pick a sloppy and desperate rhythm, one you'd felt many times. "you want me to shut up or you wanna get fucked like a slut? you only get one" his groans became louder and he looked up at you, practically locking eyes with you. if his helmet hadn't been on, you'd probably find this intimate but this was nothing like that. this was his way of reminding you, that you were his whore, nothing more. just fuckbuddies, for each other mutual release. work had taken a big toll on you and the red hood would never tell you was bothering him but you always saw the effect of it when he fucked you.

your moans became a mixture of begging for him to stop but also begging for more. "red can't take no more- oh fuck! harder harder harder! please red" he was big, if you didn't already know, and he barely fit in you the first few times. but once you started to take him more & more often, he made sure that he'd bottom out in you every time. if you could take all of him, why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

he let a couple of frustrated groans, swearing at you constantly but you loved it. you knew he was stressed and frustrated and had so much pent up inside him, you were goddamn release. so he'd fuck you any way he liked, as long he to make of you. out of everything, you were the one thing the red hood could control in his life and he needed that. "just fucking shut up and take it, baby, we play this little game every week and it always ends with you begging for more" his hands move towards your ass, gripping it tightly, pulling you even closer to him, so he could fuck you just the way you wanted. "ohhhh god! i'm gonna cum red, m'gonna make a mess" you slurred, being drunk on just his cock.

"good girl, cum f'me like my little whore, then i can paint your thighs for you," he said while pounding you into the wall. your face was stained with tears, you could barely catch your break and everything felt so good and bad at the same time. you weren't sure if it was his words or the way he grabbed his face and forced you to look at him but you practically came on the spot and the red hood followed as he quickly pulled out of you.

you whined at the empty feeling of a lack of warmth, while he spilled his poad onto your thighs, painting your thighs with his load. the red hood wasn't going to be risky with you especially when you didn't know him that well.

except you did. but he didn't want to remember those times.

he got you a towel to clean yourself up and you placed your hands on his shoulders trying to steady yourself. the red hood made a grunting sound in annoyance and that quickly made you let go of him. he pulled up his black jeans and grabbed his holsters along with them.

the grunt had snapped you back into reality. you quickly began to grab your clothing that had been flung around while also putting it back on. you searched everywhere for your underwear but couldn't manage to find it and accepted defeat. this wasn't the first time you'd lose clothing because of this man and you hated it. the two of you hated each other, whatever you had was just for sex, well it was supposed to be just for sex. you don't even know the man's identity or what he looked like, but that doesn't stop your desire for him.

the red hood made himself comfy on what seemed to be his bed. he took off his holster and removed the gun, unloading it before placing it in a locked drawer. you watched him contemplate taking off his helmet in from you but he quickly redacted his hands from his head. he needed you to pray soon, not just cause he wanted to take off his helmet but also because he didn't need you snooping around this place. you'd find a lot of things you weren't ready for. your eyes focused on the bed, something about how messy it was caught your eye. it was messy enough that maybe two people had been in it…

you knew you couldn't possibly be the only one he's fucking. but it didn't bother you any less, you'd think he'd have the decency to clean up when he invites you over but he doesn't. another annoyed grunt leaves his lips, as he looks up, with his helmet still on. "you plan on staring for the rest of the night or what?" his voice was deep and strained like it was trained to talk that way. he knew you had been staring at the bed, and he knew why but there was no point in teasing you now.

"don't be a fucking ass, i'm just about to and you were the one who dragged me here dickhead"

"yeah, for a fuck" he said followed by a laugh, "i think it's time for you to go home"

"next time how about you call one of your other whores, i've got an actual life unlike you who goes around this city playing pretend" you knew the moment those words left your mouth, that you were fucked and not in a good way. you planned to quickly get out the door but you weren't quick enough. he slammed the door shut and locked it, trapping you in the middle.

"you think what i do doll, is for fun? that's it's a game?" he asks grabbing your face and forcing you to face him again. once again he was in control of you, putting this barrier between the two of you by wearing his helmet yet forcing you to face him. he chuckled and for a moment you caught a small glimpse of who might be behind the mask but that was quickly shut down when he asked you another question "you think that i just bring home every girl on the street huh? that there are 'other whores'?"

"yeah i do, you're more than a whore than i am- "

"if you value your life i’d choose those next words carefully y/n"

your name came out of his lips like it was a sin. he wasn't supposed to know that, he wasn't supposed to know you at all.

"you don't know a fucking thing about me, you're just some faceless vigilante who has a thing for every girl he manages to pick on the street"

"i know more about you than you could possibly imagine," he says grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the door. the way he held your wrist wasn't even tight like he wasn't dragging you like he usually would. in other words, he gave you the opportunity to run away but you didn't because this relationship you had with him was addicting and you kind of wanted to see how you'd be punished. "you want to do it on the bed right?"

he's pushing you onto the bed and you know you're in trouble cause how tf did he know? he wasn't a mind reader because if he was he would've let you go home by now. you weren't even shocked that he suggested but more that he knew that that's what you wanted. the two of you rarely even spoke casually and even when you did you didn't expect to listen or pay attention but he did and on his own accord too. the red hood knew just what you wanted from him, but he had to hear it from you if you were going to get it. "but you gotta say it doll"

"say what red?"

"that you're a jealous doll and if you do, i might just fuck you in the bed if it's that special to you" he knew what he wanted from you and you wanted from him. you may hate each other but deep down there was always going to be something else mixed in with those feelings. and one day he'd have to tell you why but that day is very far away. you didn't want to answer him but he called you sweetheart and promised to fuck you in his bed, how could you say no to such a rare offer?

"…m jealous," you said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. the red hood didn't know why you were jealous and he didn't really care why yet it still excited him. and before you knew it, he's fucking you into the bed. the bed creaked as he pushed your body deeper in the bed, holding onto your hips as if his life depended on it. he had you on your tummy, fucking you from behind like his personal fuck today. you don't even remember him taking off your clothes again or if he'd even let you go home tonight but that didn't matter because this was the routine.

fuck. fight. fuck again harder.

this relationship you had with the red hood was wrong on so many levels and it was toxic, you knew that but you were going to stay. yes, you hated how much he reminded you of him. because he was gone and he was never going to come back and you had finally come to terms with that only for the red hood to reopen that wound. as much as you hated the red hood and as toxic as this relationship was, you wanted to be special to him because of the past and maybe that's why you wouldn't leave and he wouldn't even let you if you wanted to.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ rafe interrupts your slumber party and takes you back home for not answering any of his calls or texts.

warnings: toxic!rafe, mean!rafe, bitchy!kook!reader, girl talk, reader and her best friend ranting about their bf’s, cussing, arguing, slut shaming (?), reader makes rafe lose it lol, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, degradation, slapping, choking, cockwarming, power play, creampie

a/n: i don’t think i’ve ever had this many warnings lol

[9:30 PM] ray baby <3: HELLO???

[9:30 PM] ray baby <3: are my calls not going thru???

[9:31 PM] ray baby <3: i’m trying to make things right here. quit being a brat and pick tf up.

[9:31 PM] ray baby <3: why are my messages sending green???

[9:32 PM] ray baby <3: DID YOU FUCKING BLOCK ME?

“it’s about time we had a girl’s night, ‘leave the angry boyfriends at home for a while.” you nodded. “seriously. you wanna know what rafe did today?” you adjusted yourself on chanel’s fuzzy rug, your perfectly painted toes curling into the soft material. your best friend hummed, closing the magazine she was reading.

“we had planned to have lunch with my parents, so of course, i went out, got my hair styled, bought a new dress, which was beautiful by the way.. and he didn’t even notice anything or acknowledge how amazing i looked. ‘just grabbed his keys and said ‘let’s go.’” you rolled your eyes. chanel gasped as if someone had just slapped her in the face.

“i hate when they do that!” she jumped up from her bed, walking over to her closet. “look at this!” she pulled out a sexy mini dress with an open back. “i wore this for topper and he never admired me in it. i’m starting to think they’re getting comfortable.” you agreed immediately. “right!? it’s like they’re used to us being dolled up all the time, they don’t feel the need to even compliment us anymore.” you sighed.

“i have an idea..” chanel smiled, taking another mini dress out of her closet. “i say we dress up and post a picture so they could lose their minds. maybe then they’ll come to their senses.” you squealed excitedly, both of you changing for a quick photo. once she posted the provocative image on her story, you got back in your pj’s, the two of you changing the topic of conversation.

rafe was at home, pacing back and forth as he continued to text you, his skin flushed with white hot anger. “son of a bitch!” he shouted, breathing heavily as he tried to think of where you could be. since he was blocked, that also meant he couldn’t check your location. “where the hell are you?” rafe muttered to himself, looking out from the balcony of your shared bedroom.

just as rafe was about to launch his phone across the room, he got a notification from tooper.

[10:30 PM] top: 1 attached image

[10:30 PM] top: chanel posted this on her instagram story twenty minutes ago.

of course you’d be at chanel’s. rafe didn’t think he could be anymore angrier than he was, but then his phone lit up with a photo of you and your friend wearing the shortest dresses he’s ever seen, the caption ‘the cats are out to play tonight..’ making him see red.

[10:32 PM] yeah. y/n is in deep shit rn.

you and your bestie had long forgotten about the picture she posted, both of y’all laughing obnoxiously at something on her phone. “did you see the way-” both of you froze at the sound of banging from her front door. flashing each other a look, your eyes widened as the banging continued. “i’ll bet you a pair of miu miu heels that it’s your boyfriend.” you and chanel got up quietly.

“and i’ll bet you a pair of dior sandals that it’s topper.” she giggled, both of you walking to the front door. “you better hope you’re right..” as soon as chanel unlocked the door, both topper and rafe made their way inside. “what the-” rafe zeroed in on you, his eyes narrowing at your form. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” rafe was quick to grab your overnight bag from the corner of the living room, throwing the girly looking thing over his shoulder.

“m’getting your shit, ‘cause you’re coming home.” he towered over you, nostrils flaring as his jaw ticked. he looked hot like this you noted. “no i’m not.” you raised a brow, obviously challenging him now. topper and chanel were already off to her room, their own argument taking place. “yes, you are,” he stepped forward, “i’ve already lost my cool by coming over here, don’t push me right now.” his voice was dangerously low.

“or what?” you knew rafe didn’t miss the way your lips quirked, almost as if this whole thing was funny to you. “do you find this amusing?” he laughed, “i hope you do, ‘cause when i get you home we’ll see who has the last word.” you had butterflies right now and you hated it. “yeah, whatever.” you plopped down on the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. rafe stared at you for a second before going outside to put your things in his truck.

“get up, come on.” he nodded at you, making you scoff. “i told you i’m not going anywhere.” you avoided his gaze. “yeah you are, you wanna know why?” he pointed down the hallway, “cause those two aren’t yelling anymore, we both know what that means.” shit. unfortunately, you didn’t have a choice but to go home if you didn’t want to hear your best friend getting laid. still refusing to move, you gasped when rafe pulled you up and into his arms.

“wait! my shoes!” rafe ignored you, taking you out and tossing you in the truck. “you can always come back for them.” he shut the door, wasting no time in driving you both out of there. “you’re insane.” you shook your head, not even able to look outside cause of the tint on his windows. “i thought you got off on that shit.” you did. “i don’t get it sometimes, you know. you yell at me, asking me to notice the little things and appreciate the effort you put into your appearance and i do!” he shouted.

“no, you don’t! i did a spin for you and everything in my new dress, and you wanna know what i got? ‘wow. let’s go before we’re late.’” rafe took his eyes off the street in front of him. “i thought you looked flawless today, baby. is that what you want to hear?” he softened his tone. “no, not anymore! now you’re only telling me that because i had to bitch about it.” rafe groaned, punching the steering wheel.

“and so what?! all because i didn’t praise you before leaving the house, you decided to block me on everything and run off?” he was seething at the way that you looked unbothered in his passenger seat. “uh, correction; i didn’t ‘run’ off, i have a driver.” your attitude was off the charts right now, and rafe wanted nothing more than to put you in your place.

“same shit, y/n.” he shot back. “well, yeah, that’s exactly why i did what i did.” you shrugged, inspecting your nails while rafe’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “is that also why you and your friend decided to post a slutty picture, huh? to get me over there?” rafe hated how good you looked in that photo. “it worked, didn’t it?” your boyfriend was full on laughing now, the vein on his forehead bulging out of his skin. no one else except you could strike the same chord ward could strike to get rafe angry.

“you’re mouthy tonight, huh?” he pulled into the driveway. “i thought you got off on that shit.” you used his own words from earlier against him. just when rafe thought he had already lost his mind, that catty comeback had him pushing over the edge. without another word, rafe got off the truck, circling over to your side before dragging you out.

“what-” he clamped a hand over your mouth, shutting the door behind you. “i swear if you open your mouth one more fucking time, i’m gonna stuff it full.” he said through gritted teeth, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. he was threatening you with a good time and he knew it. so you surrendered, letting him take you inside and upstairs where he practically threw you on your bed.

rafe was taking off his belt as you scooted up the satin sheets, the primal look in his eyes exciting you more than it should’ve. “always have something to say..” the metal buckle clinked on the floor, followed by his t-shirt and jeans before he grabbed your ankle, yanking you down towards the edge. “say something now.” he continued to pull you until your head was aligned with his throbbing cock.

you stayed silent, mouth watering at the sight. “i thought the ‘cats were out to play tonight’ looks like they got your tongue instead.” he laughed, referring to the caption of the photo you and chanel posted. “so fucking bitchy all the time..” he pushed your head back, tapping his length over your glossy lips. “open.” rafe didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to him before slamming into your throat, a groan rumbling from his chest.

you whined, hands shooting up to hold onto his thighs as he pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail. rafe was brutal when he was pissed off. “ah, fuck—” his head rolled to the side, eyebrows knitting in pleasure, “you make me so mad, baby.” he grunted, looking down to meet your teary gaze. “walking around here like you run everything,” he laughed, “but really you wouldn’t have the slightest clue on what to do if i wasn’t around.” you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter.

rafe pulled out, a gasp leaving your lips as a string of saliva still connected you two. he pulled you up, taking your pj’s off before pinning you down by your neck. “keep talking back, come on.” he slapped you very lightly on the cheek, the action bringing a smile to your face. “you’re fucking crazy.” rafe shook his head, staring down at you as your fingers wrapped around the hand he had on your throat. “fuck you.” your voice was weak.

you just didn’t give up. rafe leaned down, taking your lips in a searing kiss before he jolted back with a groan. “you’re biting now?” he laughed, “what’s next? you gonna make me bleed?” you managed to get his hand off of your neck, using your leg to flip him over so you were on top. “aw, you have no idea.” you caught the look of surprise that passed over his features.

“you say i always have something to say, but has it ever occurred to you that maybe i wouldn’t have so much to say if you just did things the way you’re supposed to?” you reached back, lining his cock up with your entrance. “..is it really so hard to tell me i’m pretty before we leave the house?” you sunk unto him, his hands resting in the curves of your hips. “fuck, baby.” he breathed out. all smugness he once had was long gone now.

“what’s wrong, ray?” you pouted, running your fingers up his torso before digging your nails in his chest. he hissed, glaring up at you as he fought the urge to fuck into your tight cunt. “please move.” he swallowed thickly, the feeling of you wrapped around him making his eyes flutter shut. “please?” you laughed, “..how fucking pathetic.”

you couldn’t deny how good rafe felt inside of you, your own hips wanting to move against his but your ego was far too high. “i’m sorry. for all of it. i should’ve acknowledged you and appreciated you, not just this past time, but all the time.” he drew your hands in his, stroking your skin with his thumb. “that’s it?” your walls fluttered around him. “and i promise to make it up to you if you let me..” balancing your weight on your palms that were on his chest, you pressed a kiss to his lips before whispering; “was that so difficult?”

rafe cursed when you started moving, your hips rolling into his with perfect precision. rafe held onto your wrists as you let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. “seems like arguing gets you soaked.” he gazed up at you pretty face, admiring the way your lipgloss was left smudged around your lips. “that’s our foreplay, baby.” fuck, you were the sexiest thing alive. “can i please get on top? ‘wanna kiss those lips so fucking bad.” you nodded, both of you rolling over before he hooked your leg over his shoulder.

at this angle, rafe was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. with his pubic bone slamming against your clit with each thrust, and the death grip your pussy had on him, it wasn’t long before both of you were panting into each other’s mouths, heavy tears falling down your cheeks at the pleasure. rafe was stroking your face as if you were made of glass, slipping his thumb between your lips. he watched you suck the digit, your fucked out gaze never leaving his.

“so fucking beautiful..” he pecked the tip of your nose. “let me feel you cum.” rafe cooed. your fingers interlaced with his, the band in your stomach snapping. you cried out, your boyfriend whispering praises in your ear. “fuck..” you whimpered, his thrusts slowing down until he painted your insides with his seed. you drew in a breath at the sensation, both you and rafe taking a moment to admire one another. you two stayed like this for a few minutes.

“are you still mad?” both of you asked at the same time, your laughs echoing in your shared bedroom. “no.” he pulled out with a groan, scooping you into his arms as he covered you both with the comforter. “are you?” he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume. “no. but i owe chanel a pair of miu miu heels..” you sighed. “why?” rafe asked confused. “because we made a bet to see whose psycho boyfriend would show up after we posted that picture.. we both lost.”

girls are like “I want a boyfriend” but reject everyone because none of them are their comfort characters

ugh hes so sexy

logan fucking you from behind while having you in a headlock.

you’re both on your knees on the bed, your back is flush to his chest and his bicep is around your neck. he has you completely immobilized and all you can do is let him manhandle you.

the muscle is hard and warm and it cushions your chin and he ruts into you. the squeeze isn’t tight enough to cut off any air supply, but it makes you feel a little fuzzy.

his other hand grabs possesively at your hips and ass, gripping you wherever he can. he’s muttering filthy shit into your ear and nipping at your neck where skin is exposed. you’re so close to him and it feels like he’s everywhere and his presence is all-encompassing.

is it bad that i kinda want need this..

jason is the kind of guy in college that you have a sorta toxic and mutually unbeneficial situationship with.

he’s bad for you… so so sooooo bad for you, but you’re so young and naïve, only in your sophomore year in college. he’s horrible, treating you like you’re expendable one moment, then picking you up from your dorm and reading you sonnets in his car in the next. he’s hot and cold, acting like he loves you dearly, then going ghost for days at a time.

he’s bad for you; he tells you he loves you when his dick is shoved halfway down your throat, kisses your forehead while he fucks you in missionary, looking at you like you hung up the moon and stars themselves. then the next few days, won’t answer your calls or texts.

the type of situationship that involves pretending you don’t know each other when you see each other around campus because its embarrassing to be seen with such a known asshole, but when his frat throws a party, you’re always on his arm when he leaves. he says it’s fine because everyone’s so drunk and self-involved that they won’t notice the two of you or your absence. he’s right, but its the principle of it all; it’s embarrassing, the way you allow yourself to bend to the whims of some guy in his early twenties because he has slight accent and pretty eyes.

he takes you on late night drives in his blacked-out camaro, racing down the interstate at all times of the night just because he feels like it. he does a lot of thing because he feels like it; like leaving hickies all over your neck, knowing you’ll be mad about it when you look in the mirror in the morning. like making empty promises regarding little dates and romantic escapades you two could take.

he’s not good for you, and you know it, yet you stay entertaining his bullshit. the unhealthy obsession the two of you will develop will fuck up the way you see love for a hot minute, but you can’t seem to see that.

the type that you know he’ll never fully give you the girlfriend title, and honestly you shouldn’t wanna be his girlfriend because he isn’t in a space where he could be good for you, and probably wont be until well after college. the type where you look back on that time of your life while in grad school, and cringe at how you allowed yourself to be manipulated and kinda used just because he had a pretty face and liked poetry or whatever.

absolutely y🙏🙏

please write rafe x weird! girls first time and where he's trying to make sure she feels comfortable but then she's like it's okay cause he doesn't want to hurt her and she asks for him to be rougher with her like we see in the other parts (i love this series it's amazing)

The first time Rafe and Weird!girl fucked was after their second date… Hair pulling, slapping, choking, daddy kink, degradation, unprotected sex, spit kink. 18+MDNI!!

It didn’t take long for Rafe to get you home and out of that pretty little dress that was driving him crazy all night. He has you on your back with your knees thrown over his shoulders while he thrusts into you from above. His cock is hitting you deeper than anything ever has and it feels so fucking good but you want more. You want it harder. It was almost like he was trying to be gentle with you and you know Rafe Cameron’s reputation around this island, he’s anything but gentle. It was almost sweet. But it wasn’t enough to satiate your hunger for him.

“Harder.” You whine as you reach up to run your claw tipped nails down his perfect pecs. “Fuck me harder.”

“Yeah? My girl wants it harder?” He picks up the pace, leaning down to grip the headboard so he’s practically folding you in half. But you still want more.

“Rafe.” You grab onto his face, forcing eye contact. “Make it fucking hurt.”

Rafe smirks down at you like a cat who caught the mouse. He was trying to be gentle with you because god he really didn’t want to fuck this up, he’s never wanted to be gentle with anyone and you’ve stirred something inside him that he didn’t even know was there. But now? You’re looking up at him like a little fucking succubus as your eyes twinkle with mischief and that’s it for him, he’s a fucking goner for you.

“I’m gonna fuck you like I fuckin’ own you.” Rafe pulls out of you before gripping onto your throat and leaning down into your face, his ocean blues practically swallowing you whole. “Open your mouth.”

You oblige him and Rafe spits into your mouth, his saliva coating your tongue. His free hand comes up to grip onto your jaw, forcing your mouth closed. His grip tightens on your throat and he can feel it bob as you swallow down his spit. It makes his cock twitch.

“Mmm delicious.” You give him a satisfied smile as you lick your lips, savoring his taste. “More.”

“Yeah, that’s my good little slut.” Rafe practically growls at the sight of you sticking your tongue out for him again before gathering spit in his mouth and letting it drip down in a stream into your taste buds. Then he does it again, this time all over your face. He smirks as he smears it into your skin, coating your lips and smearing the mascara under your eyes. He leans back and grips on your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach before landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“Oh fuuuck, yes.” You whine into the mattress while he spanks you again and again, your pussy clenches around nothing as your clit throbs. Rafe pulls you up so your ass is in the air before lining up with your dripping entrance and fucking into you with reckless abandon.

“Where you been huh? This pussy is so fuckin’ perfect. It’s mine. You’re fuckin’ mine.” A low moan leaves the back of his throat and he leans forward to grip onto your hair, using it for leverage as he plunges into you brutally. “Say it, tell me you belong to me.”

“I belong to you, daddy, my pussy is yours. I’m just yours to use.” Rafe curses, his cock twitches inside you and he has to physically stop himself from coming in that moment. He’s never been a two pump chump but you have his balls feeling extremely tight already with your dirty mouth and your sweet, tightl, little pussy.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right, my little fuck doll.” He pulls you up by your hair so your back is flush against his chest and it has his cock so deep in your guts that all it takes is a few brushes of his finger against your clit to have you coming undone in his cock. “Good girl, cum for daddy.”

“Hit me.” You whine, pushing your ass down against him to meet his erratic thrusts the best you can, already chasing your next high. “Slap me in the fuckin’ face.”

Rafe pulls out of you and flips you back over, slamming his dick back into you before his large hand raises and strikes your cheek hard enough to make your head whip to the side.

“Fuck yes, yes, hurt me daddy.” A loud moan rips through you and your eyes roll into the back of your head when he smacks you again. You look up at him and fucking giggle and Rafe swears to god he’s never going to let you escape him after this.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, fuck.” Rafe groans and grips into your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you see stars as you gush around him again. Your juices cover both of your thighs and drip onto the mattress as he fucks you through it. “Yeah, fuckin’ squirt for me, baby.”

He shoves his fingers down your throat causing you to gag while saliva gathers in your mouth.

“Good girl, get those nice n’ wet for me.” He thrusts his fingers into your throat a few times before bringing them to your clit so he can rub quick circles on it. It has your toes curling and when he slaps you again, you’re done for. You squirt for him again and it has his dick pulsing inside you. “Gonna fuck you so full it’ll be dripping out for days.”

“Give it to me, give me your cum, daddy.” That’ll fucking do it. Rafe growls as empties himself inside you, ropes of his cum painting your already slick walls. He pumps his cock into you a final time before pulling out. He leans back so he can watch it start to drip out then gathers it on his fingers and shoves it back in. “It’s gotta stay inside you where it belongs.”

When he pulls his fingers from your pussy you grip onto his wrist and suck his fingers into your mouth, lapping your shared juices from his digits.

“Mmm… delicious.” You lick your lips and smile up at him like you just ate the most exquisite desert you’ve ever tasted.

“You’re fuckin’ disgusting.” Rafe leans down and shoves his tongue in your mouth, swirling it around so he can savor your mixed tastes. “I love it.”

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angry fucking with logan :> you’re at home just freshly out of the shower with your towel still around you and your hair damp when you hear the front door open and slam shut rather loudly. you carefully tiptoe out of your room and into the kitchen where you find logan, beer in hand already, taking a big chug, one hand supporting his weight against the counter. “hi sweetheart.” he says shortly, already knowing you were standing there. “bad day?” you ask softly and he scoffs harshly. “fuckin’ understatement.” and he proceeds to tell you he’s fucking fuming and how he’s so pissed maybe he needs to lift up the fridge a couple of times to calm down, and you get this idea in your head and boy if it doesn’t make your stomach tingle. you tell him to take his anger out on you. and logan ofc shoots it down at first because he doesn’t wanna be mad at you and he keeps going on about how “if he fucks you right now, he’s gonna hurt you.” little does he know. and after some more prodding and him refusing, you drop your bath towel from your body and stand in front of him, fully naked and horny as fuck. and his eyes of course fall to your tits and he growls lowly and goes “honey, if i fuck you, i ain’t gonna be nice.” and you go “i don’t want you to be nice.” and one thing leads to another and that’s how he’s got you bent over the countertop, fistful of your hair in his death grip, his cock absolutely DRILLING into you with such force you can’t fucking think as he growls and bitches about his day, the wet sounds coming from between your legs so loud and lewd that you’re sure it’s running down your thighs as he quite literally fucks your brains out

UGHHHH IM GONNA KISS YOU HARDDDD

you get this idea in your head and boy if it doesn’t make your stomach tingle.

literally ME!!!!!!! just a little perv always thinking of ways to get dicked down.

“if he fucks you right now, he’s gonna hurt you.”

PLEASE!!!!!! PLEASE DO!!!!

he’s got you bent over the countertop, fistful of your hair in his death grip, his cock absolutely DRILLING into you with such force you can’t fucking think as he growls and bitches about his day, the wet sounds coming from between your legs so loud and lewd that you’re sure it’s running down your thighs as he quite literally fucks your brains out

i feel literally braindead. drilling into you with such force you can’t fucking think as he growls and bitches about his day. i'd do anything to hear him complain about all the obnoxious fuckers that ruin his mood, how he berates them and it goes straight down to your core and you're getting wetter and wetter the more he goes on. by the time he's almost finished, he's incoherent, just babbling, and you can barely keep yourself propped up for him. i need him so bad :/

PERFECT

He’s perfect. His slim toned body, biceps bulging out of his pink polo-shirt sleeves effortlessly. Only above that was his sharp jawline which lead to his mesmerising blue orbs that you could glare into for hours. A soft strand of his blond locks hung down to his forehead as he sucked in a breath. How could you not love him?

warnings: heavy? angst , light kissing , toxic relationship

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He grazed his fingertip over your plumped, cherry lips before the swift autumn breeze collided between you two. Glaring into his solid orbs hadnt felt anymore daunting; the heat radiating off of his body to yours. Attempting not to flinch when he placed his palm on your jaw, cupping your face like a blanket. You’ve never felt so warm. Subtle blinks fluttered with your eyelids and the fair hairs on your arms lifted as goosebumps were rising.

Your gaze fell to your legs, slowly slithering up to your thighs when you peered at his slender hand being placed upon it, laying there. The thought echoed through your mind, along with many others, that he must be wondering what you’re thinking. Instantly, your eyes trailed back up to his, while you stared into his sea-blue orbs; the deserted sunset now reflecting off of them like a puddle.

A comforting smirk curved on his baby pink lips, and that’s when you realised you had fallen in love with him. 

You’d fallen deeply inlove with this man who you’d known for not even a few months. Even if he did hurt you, mentally or physically, somehow you’d always find a way to go crawl agonising silhouette.

Slight disagreements which faded into yells. Now, every droplet of water you see just drags you back to the days whenever he makes you sob on the floor of your bathroom, crying into your bathtub as you try and recall all the perfect things about him. You never knew why you always went back; but even though you always ask yourself that question, it’s always the same answer.

You had never felt like this with anyone before. Your heart pounding anytime he was in the slightest of your vision. Anytime a word with ricochet off of his tongue was like a melody which you’d romantically slow dance to on a late summer evening. Anytime his touch would collide with yours, it was as if the world stopped spinning for you two; as if the world revolved around the perfect couple.

Buried somewhere in your splintered mind, you did know that you’re only just compelling yourself to believe you’re in love with him.

Your heart doesn’t beat fast when you see him because you love him, it beats out of fear, out of terror because you do know what he is capable of and who he really is under all his layers of flesh and bone.

Though, you’re never going to escape the irresistible cycle of torture; you’ve come to accept it. And in the time you’ve come to accept it, you’ve grown to luxuriate in it, to bathe in it. You crave the feeling of hatred and love.

All the thoughts washed away when you waved back to reality and his lips were tied against yours, hanging onto them like a knot as your tongues swiped against eachothers elegantly. You knew you were too far gone when you began to kiss him back, just at the perfect speed and enough to make you both yearn for more. His hand placed into yours as his fingers slid through like a perfect puzzle piece when he began tilting his head at a perfect angle to deepen the kiss with passionate mumbles and moans rolling off both of your lips like tuned violins.

he’s just so perfect.

pls do whatever u want to me🙏

bully rafe would take a picture of you on your knees with tear tracks and his cum all over your face just to humiliate you

brb drooling on myself thinking about this bc he definitely would!!! he’d fuck your face reaaaal nice, having you sobbing, and gagging. mascara stained cheeks with tears staining your face as well. he’d have your hair all messed up from gripping and pulling on it, saying the dirtiest things to you while he forced you to swallow his cock🤤😵‍💫 then once he’s about to cum, he’ll pull out, jerk himself off until he’s coming all over your face. you’d look every bit of a fucked out mess, and he’d just grab his phone, snap a picture (he definitely turns the flash on too) and then he just stares at it and says “god you look so fucking beautiful like this, but this also shows just how fucking pathetic and needy you are f’me. gonna keep this, just so you stay in line and remember i can ruin you.” and he’d keep his word, because any time you even think of giving him attitude, or threaten to cut him off… he’s holding that picture— along with many others— over your head saying, “you sure about that? remember i own you, and i can destroy your reputation as a good innocent girl.”