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Robby Keene X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: FILTHY SMUT! Choking! Rope! Just FILTHY! Season 3 Robby!

Here’s a edit to go with the one-shot pretty much! Made by me!

Birthday Wish

  Your birthday was coming soon, well in less than a couple hours. You weren't to happy to say the least, for some reason you never liked your birthday. You didn't know why but it was just I guess a normal thing for you.

  Not many people knew when your birthday, the only people that knew were Miguel which is your best friend since birth, Johnny, and you're parents.

  Even Robby your lovely boyfriend didn't know, you just didn't feel it were to important. Johnny found out when your birthday was by accident from Miguel as he had slipped it out.

  You obviously couldn't stay mad at Miguel so when he apologized you let it go. Anyways, it was just another day at school with boring students and boring teachers. But thankfully it was lunchtime so no annoying work or teachers for 45 minutes.

  You sat at a table with Miguel, Hawk, Demetri, and your boyfriend Robby. Both Hawk and Demetri left for some project due that Hawk kept complaining about; saying it was nerd sh*t.

  You picked at your dry frys on your plate until Miguel struck up a conversation "hey Y/n what are you planning on doing for your birthday in a few hours?" He questions interested.

  You look towards Miguel "nothing, I'm pro happy just going to sleep and eat" You say bluntly until Robby buts in.

  "Wait, babe it's your birthday? Why didn't you tell me?" He questions confused, as he furrows his brows together.

  You look at Robby "what? It's not a big deal. I don't worry with it anyways" you say honestly.

  "Baby it's your birthday, it's a big deal, at least to me... well now anyways" Robby states honestly.

  He looks around for a bit before biting his bottom lip and pressing his lips to your in a quick kiss before getting up "where are you going?" You question as he walks to the exit discreetly.

  "You'll see when I pick you up later!" He says as he walks out of the exit back door.

  You turn back confused to Miguel "did he just leave in the middle of lunch?" You question awestruck.

  "I think so..." Miguel says also awestruck.

  You giggle to yourself slightly as you continue lunch. The time went to pretty slowly, without Robby here it wasn't interesting nor was it fun.

  Soon after what felt like a life time the bell ring indicating for the students to leave, you happily leaped out of your seat and headed towards your car only to be greeted with Robby holding a huge bear that sat on the hood of your car as you walked towards him.

  "What's this for?" You question.

  Robby smirks "this is part of your preset for today" he says as he picks it up and hands it to you.

  "He's all yours" He says crossing his arms with the same smirk on his face as he watched your facial expressions.

  You smile brightly "Robby I love him! Can we name him Snuffles?" You question excitedly.

  Robby chuckles "he's yours princess, you can name him whatever you wish. But Snuffles is cute" He puts in.

  "Thank you baby" You smile bashfully as you sit the bear back on the hood of the car to press a kiss against Robby's lips.

  He smiles at the gesture as he leads you to the passengers side with your bear of course, he opens the door for you and closes it once you enter.

  He runs to the passenger side and slides in, he pulls your keys out of his pocket showing them to you with a smirk on his lips you gasp "you sneaky b*tch" you giggle.

  He chuckles and cranks the car up, arriving at your destination a few moments later.

  Robby gets out of the car, walks over to your side and opens the door for you as you hold the bear in one hand getting out.

  "Alright so I want you to put this on" He says taking a blind fold out of the back of his pocket before gently tying it around your head, covering your eyes.

  He grabs your waist and leads you into your house, up the stairs and to your room. Your parents weren't home and seeing as you told them you didn't like your birthday they accepted your wishes and let it go: plus they were working late which really worked out.

  Robby closed the door behind him and runs over to the curtains dimming them a little with a red blanket to illuminate the color red.

  He grabs the bear from your hands and sets it in your office chair at your desk, he places one hand on your neck and one hand on your cheek pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

  Slowly he pulls away, letting your lips linger slightly. He moves one hand from your cheek, keeping the other on your neck gently and wraps his hand in a piece of your hair before pulling it gently and placing another heated kiss to your lips causing you to let out a breathy but desperate moan.

  "What's all of this?" You question breathlessly as he pulls away from the kiss.

  "This is your birthday present silly" He smirks as he tugs the blind fold off letting you see the room.

  The bed being covers in roses, a small bag on the side of the bed and the light from the sun illuminating off of the red blanket making a red effect setting the mood more.

  Robby lifts your chin up with his pointer finger "now be a good girl and lay on the bed for me" He says sweetly, but dominating at the same time causing your breath to hitch.

  You kick your shoes off and climb onto the bed, Robby walks over to you and climbs onto the bed pushing some roses out of the way as you lay down completely.

  "You're so beautiful" He smiles, running a finger down your face stopping at your bottom lip tugging it down a little.

  He presses small kisses to your neck making sure to breathe on your neck a little causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

  He trails kissed along your neck, the middle of your breasts, until he reaches your stomach lifting your shirt slightly.

  He trails his eyes back up to meet your turned on ones, "can I remove these?" Robby asks tugging on your jeans.

  You nod your head to in the moment "yes please" You mumble slightly causing him to smile as he unbuttons the buttons and starts tugging them down.

  He pulls them all the way off and throws them on the ground, placing both of his hands on your hips he places a kiss on your covered core.

  You moan slightly at the little amount friction causing Robby to smirk as he tugs on your underwear pulling them all the way off.

  You felt your skin getting hot and started to pant so you pull off your shirt and tank top to reveal your black bra.

  "So beautiful" Robby hums as he places a kiss on your clit slightly.

  Finally he decides to stop the torture and flick his tongue against your clit a few times while maintaining eye contact.

  "Oh my-" You moan obviously aroused by his actions.

  Robby swirls his tongue against your clit a few times before sucking slowly causing you to arch your back.

  You run your hands through his now shortish but still long hair as he continues to suck and nibble gently at your clit.

  Your hips start rocking back and forth against his mouth causing him to smirk as he hooks one arm around your waist while he runs his middle finger teasing your pussy as he slowly enters his middle finger causing you to moan.

  "Robby..." You whine out as he continues to flick his tongue against your clit not holding back on the assault.

  He maintains eyes contact as he pulls at your clit sucking firmer causing your high to spark. "Oh~" You whimper as your hips rock faster against his mouth indicating that you were getting closer.

  He slips in his ring finger which actually had a ring on it, the cold metal causing your to jump but moan as well, he had no idea how hot he could be.

  "F*ck!" You yell as both of your hands go to gripping the sheets as you rock your hips more against his tongue that laps circles around your clit not missing a spot.

  "I'm gonna cu-" You barley have time to make out as your high over flows you causing you to cum on Robbys lips and tongue.

  He rides out your high but doesn't stop causing your hips to jerk, being overstimulated "Robby I-I" You try to get out but overstimulation stops you from doing so.

  He replaces his mouth with his thumb finger rubbing circles viciously "I'm not stopping until you cum on my tongue again" He moans replacing his thumb with his lips.

  "Oahu~" you whimper out as you were sensitive.

  He pushes his fingers in your core hitting your G-spot causing you to moan "you're so wet for me Y/n, look at you got my fingers all drenched in your cum-" Robby says seductively as he continues to suck on your clit.

  You throw your head back at the dirty talk which always made you cave, "you're doing so good- does that feel good princess?" He hums keeping eye contact as he thrusts his fingers in and out harder while sucking on your clit.

  "Oh my yes! Robby amazing!" You try to form a correct sentence.

  You felt every lick, nibble and suck aware of every touch as your body was on high alert it didn't take long for you to cum again seeing as he didn't stop once after your first.

  Once you came for the second time Robby licked and swallowed every bit moaning at your taste "you taste delightful" He smirks as he sucks off his two fingers.

  He crawls back to you pressing his lips against yours and wrapping his hand gently around your throat, kissing you with full passion as you taste yourself on his tongue.

  He parts the kiss only to press more into your neck sucking slightly, creating small hickeys all over your neck and breasts.

  You flip Robby over which surprisingly he lets you do as you tug off his shirt to reveal his toned body, you press small kisses all over his neck moving down to his stomach as you go to unbuckle his pants, ready to go down on him but he stops you.

  You look up at him with doe eyes as he grabbed your hand "no princess today is all about you" Robby says as he flips you back over.

  You nod gently as he gets on his knees and tugs off his pants along with his boxers throwing them off the bed.

  His hard on slaps against his stomach causing your eyes to widen, for you to have not gotten to give him any friction he sure was hard-.

  Robby grabs your thighs parting them as he sets himself in the middle rubbing his cock along your swollen clit causing you to moan.

  He places the tip of his cock at your entrance but looks at you for confrontation, you nod your head fast "please- I want your cock" You whimper, being turned on completely changed your care button.

  Robby smirks slightly at this as he slowly slides his cock into your pussy, whimper slightly as he feels your tight walls caving in on his cock.

  "F*ck you're so tight-" He praises as he rubs your thighs staying still but moving slightly so he wouldn't hurt you.

  "Oh my-" Your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure of how his cock stretches you out.

  Robby continues with a slow and sweet pace, you rock your hips against his cock tired of the slow pace "faster please" You whimper out.

  Robby smirks and grabs the bag that was on your table opening it and pulling out a rope, your eyes widen as he tilts his head asking if it was okay to which you nod, your eyes shinning as you were excited.

  He grabs both of your hands and ties them together before tying them to the bed post, Robby grips your hips and slams his cock into your pussy causing you to moan loudly as you tug on the rope it not even budging.

  Your mouth opens wide as your eyes roll back as he lifts up your hips and repeatedly slams his cock into your pussy hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

"Robby!-" you moan you as his cock continues to hit all the right angles.

His pace never slows, in fact he goes even faster and deeper with each thrust that you didn’t even know was possible. The bed post hitting the wall furiously as he continues to hit your sweet spot.

"Yeah? Does that feel good~?" He asks breathlessly as sweat starts running down your body’s.

You nod your head furiously not being able to speak, adding more pleasure Robby rubs your clit with the pads of his thumb: his thumb ring rubbing against your clit causing you to arch your back.

You felt even more overstimulated as you tried to squirm your way out, but it was nearly impossible with both his tight grip and the rope holding you back.

Robby grabs the top of your bra and flips it over as he continues his vigorous thrusts, both your breasts being exposed causing you to moan as Robby flicks the perky bud with his other thumb.

His cock continues to stretch you out as he hits your g-spot repeatedly, his left hand wraps around your throat slightly as he continues to pound you into another dimension.

Robby’s cock begins to twitch inside you indicating that he was close, as your walls continue to pulsate around him indicating that you were also close.

"Robby~ I’m so close~" You whimper simultaneously rolling your hips against his cock that continues to f*ck you until your shaking.

"Yeah?~ be a good girl and cum on my cock for me yeah~" Robby says seductively as his cock thrusts into you faster which you thought was impossible by now.

Robby’s hips started to burn as his cock started to twitch, the tip burning with anticipation as you finally cum around his cock at his words, your eyes closed shut as your mouth falls open small moans falling out.

Robby thrusts slow as he lets you ride out your high as much as he could before pulling out and cumming on your pussy slowly rubbing his cock against your sensitive bud initiating his high more.

Both of you take a breather as he sucks off his thumb that was soaked with your juices keeping eye contact as he moans against his finger- addicted to your intoxicating taste.

You practically melt at that action, as Robby gently undoes the knot releasing your hands. He throws it to the side and bends down connecting his lips onto yours.

His cock resting on your numb pussy as he does so, you moan into the kiss running your hand through his soft locks. Soon you both pull away catching your breaths.

"Gosh Robby that was amazing" You simp.

Robby smirks as he rests his head on your chest pressing a small kiss to your breasts "I’m glad you liked it"

"Liked it? Robby I loved it~" You chuckle slightly.

"Good because I bought us dinner as well" He smiles softly.

Don’t you just love a man that can blow your back out and feed you after?

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This requested by @peachymelon69 for her birthday! Happy birthday!!!

happy birthday, baby (part one: birthday girl)

(boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader two-shot)

summary it's your first birthday as rafe's girlfriend, and he's desperate to show you just how special you are to him...

content fluff! smut! 18+ minors do not interact!

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“It’s too much, Rafe!”

The pile of presents in front of you is outrageous. Bows and bags and big, meticulously wrapped packages.

“Never too much for my girl,” he stands back, beaming as he watches you take in the display with your mouth agape.

“I don’t even know which one to open first,” you muse.

“Any of ‘em. Just not,” he steps forward and plucks one bag from the pile, “this one. This one’s for last.”

You eye him suspiciously as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, out of reach. 

“What surprises do you have planned, Cameron?”

“If I told you,” he smiles, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, “then they wouldn’t be surprises. Now pick a present or we’re gonna be here all day.”

“Excuse me, I will not be rushed on my birthday,” you say defiantly.

“Not rushing you,” he drops a kiss on your shoulder, “just got a lot of shit planned for ya, I don’t want to waste any time,” he clarifies.

“There’s more?” You turn in his grasp, eyes wide.

He’d already woken you up with breakfast in bed, and an adorably off-key, groggy voiced rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ His bedroom was full of flowers and balloons, including two big pink ones displaying your new age. After you ate the fluffiest pancakes you’d ever had in your life, he slipped a heavy diamond necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulders as he clasped it. Giving him a million thank you kisses, you told him you loved your present, and he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen to the mountain of additional presents you’re now ogling.

“So much more. I’ve got a whole day planned for you, so let’s get to it,” he said with a quick tap on your ass, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay! I want…that one,” you point to the largest package in the back of the pile, “‘cause it’s big.”

“Huh, where have I heard that before?” He pretends to think, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back by his shoulder and scoffing, “you’re on another one today, I swear.”

“Just excited to celebrate you,” he grins, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling the biggest present out of the pile.

You sit in one of his dining chairs, opening present after present, each one delighting you more than the last. Flashy and expensive; a new bag, two pairs of shoes that have been on your wishlist forever, jewelry until you’re dripping in diamonds and precious gems. Sweet and sentimental; a printed album of all your instagram posts since the two of you got together almost a year ago, a gold ring engraved with a handwritten message, a crystal picture frame with a shot of the two of you on his boat at sunset. 

You wonder if it’s possible for your heart to actually burst from affection.

When only one present remains, you eye the counter quizzically, waiting for him to bring you the little bag he had set aside. Rafe just makes himself busy picking up the discarded ribbons and wrapping paper, a little blush on his face as he focuses on the chore.

“Rafe…” you try to get his attention.

“Yeah?” He leans down to pick up a bow that had fallen under the table, when he stands, you step in front of him, grabbing the trash from his hands and setting it to the side. 

“I want my last present please,” you smile, hands cupped in front of you expectantly.

He scratches the top of his buzzed head, taking a deep breath, “why don’t we wait? I booked you a spa appointment so you should probably get ready…”

“Rafe,” you cross your arms over your chest, “why are you being all squirmy?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if you’ll like it, I don’t want you to think…anything.”

You had no idea what he meant by ‘think anything,’ but this whole you not liking something he took the time to pick out for you business was just nonsense. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood up on your tiptoes to place a soft, steady kiss on his lips. 

“Well I do know. I’m gonna love it, because you got it for me, and I love you,” you ease his worry.

You had told each other you loved each other for the first time a little over a month ago, but it still feels like fireworks everytime one of you says it. Nothing in life is sweeter than the sound of his quick, reassuring “love ya” before hanging up the phone, or his whispered, emotional “I love you so much,” when he’s buried inside you late at night.

“I love you too,” he grins.

“Good,” you place one more kiss on his lips, “then I would like my last present now, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, walking you toward the kitchen, kissing you all the way as he backs you up step by step.

By the time you reach the kitchen island, you’ve almost forgotten about the striped gift bag waiting for you there, distracted by his lips and the cute little smooches they’re making against your mouth with each step.

He reaches back for the bag without pulling away, holding it behind his back as he ducks down for one last peck before swinging it forward and presenting it to you.

“We can take it back if you don’t li-” you silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, it’s my last present of the day, let me enjoy this,” you request.

He nods solemnly, waiting until you were looking away, too distracted by the tissue paper in the bag to see the smirk growing on his lips as he thought about his actual last present for you. A rush of nerves shoot through him as he pictures the little black velvet pouch sitting in his nightstand drawer. 

Obeying your request, he bites his tongue as you pull out the rest of the tissue paper. When you finally see what’s sitting in the bag, a slow, delighted smile spreads across your face. You don’t pull the gift out, just bite your lip as you blink up at him through your lashes. His cheeks are adorably pink. 

He’s never bought you lingerie before. He’s seen you in plenty of it, though. Hell, he cleared a whole drawer for you like a month after you started dating, telling you to take as much space as you needed as long as he was the only one who got to see you in it. But the thought of him actually going into the store and asking the sales lady for exactly what he wanted to see you in, surely pulling out his black card and telling her the price tag was not an issue, made your belly tighten with lust.

“Ah I see,” you smirk, “it’s a present for me and for you.”

He nods with a lick of his lips, “you gonna try it on for me?”

You lead him to the chair you were sitting in to open presents, guiding him to sit and placing one more kiss on his cheek before excitedly padding to the bedroom to get changed. He watches you go with his tongue pressed into his cheek, readying himself, wondering how the fuck someone like him got lucky enough to be with someone like you.

Rafe had picked out the cutest little set for you. Matching floral bra and panties, sheer and constructed with hardly any fabric at all, a matching garter belt and thigh high sheer stockings. You gasp when you see the price tag, understanding now why the fabric feels so nice and the stitching is so intricate. 

You take your time pulling it on, both to be gentle with the expensive pieces and to tease the man waiting for you in the other room. The thought of him squirming in that chair wondering what the hell was taking so long makes you giggle.

“The fuck are you laughing about in there?” He calls out impatiently from the other room. “You’re killin’ me!” 

You laugh hard at that, head falling back in delight as you clip the last strap of the garter into place. You add a pair of kitten heels to tie it all together and run your fingers through your hair, one quick look in the mirror to appreciate yourself before stepping slowly from the room.

“Sorry to make you wait, baby,” you tilt your head apologetically and step towards him tauntingly. 

Rafe just smiles and looks to the ceiling, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“What?” You ask as you approach, hands finding his and bringing them to rest on either side of your waist.

His thumbs trace circles into your skin, “just don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Must’ve done something right in a past life.”

Your skin goes hot at his words, and the way his eyes are skimming over your body like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“Nah, I think you just did a lot of things right in this life,” you pull his arms so he’ll rise to his feet.

Rafe lifts his arm with his hand still holding yours, spinning you with his pointer finger like a ballerina, memorizing every inch of you as you twirl for him.

“No man could possibly be good enough to deserve you, baby,” he responds, his large, rough hands running over your bare hips, guiding you to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m just the luckiest guy in the world.”

You kiss him, too overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and holding you up to say anything in response. No one has ever made you feel so special, so wanted. He’d kneel down and kiss your feet if you asked him to. But that’s not what you want right now.

“Need you, Rafe,” you mumble against his lips, legs squeezing him tighter, hands splayed on the back of his head like you’re trying to permanently seal his mouth to yours, “please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, angel,” he coos, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Cause it’s my birthday?” You tease.

“No. I’ll give you anything you want every day of your fucking life,” he swears, “you deserve the world.”

But you don’t want the world, you just want him.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, lowering your core over his growing hardness, playfulness gone and replaced by frenzied need.

In response, he shifts to hold you up with one arm, using the other to sweep aggressively at the counter and knock all its contents to the floor chaotically. You love him wild like this, complete disregard for the dishes and various items he’s just sent flying across the kitchen, too drunk on you to even attempt making it to the bedroom. 

He drops you onto the counter, not too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to make your tits bounce and a little “hmph!” to rise from your chest. You’re pulling him to you in seconds, nails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head as his lips devour yours. He slots his hips between your knees, forcing your legs to fall open for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, birthday girl,” he promises, chest hovering over you powerfully, lowering you slowly until you’re laying down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge. 

He kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and nibbling all the way as he hooks his fingers to slip under the straps of the garter belt, pulling until the clasps break away from the top of your stockings with a snap!

You gasp, “you’re gonna break my present!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he shakes his head, bent in half to lower his mouth down your body, sucking purple splotches into the sensitive skin of your stomach, claiming you with every mark.

When he’s satisfied with his artwork, he lifts himself up, piercing blue eyes consuming you with an adoration you’ve never experienced before. You writhe a little under his hungry gaze, and his eyes wander to the panties he gifted you, corners of his mouth perking in a grin. His hand snakes up your thigh and he sweeps his thumb over your covered slit without warning, making you gasp and arch off the cold counter.

“Looks like you already made a mess of your present anyway,” his eyes twinkle with mischief as he spreads your wetness through the fabric.

“Can’t help it,” you whine under the pressure, “you always make me so fucking wet.”

He’s desperate to taste you, lowering to his knees and dragging your panties down with him. Gripping your hips, he pulls you to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the sting outweighed by the pleasure. 

You arch toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you, but his fingers find you first. He spreads you, groaning a strained ‘fuckkkk’ at the sight. He gathers your slick onto his fingers so slowly, so deliberately, it’s driving you insane. 

Finally, finally, he lowers his mouth and licks, ever so gently, up your center. You’re on fire, the cold marble counter below you doing little to cool your spiked body temperature. 

Between deliberate licks he whispers praises, his tongue and voice taking turns worshiping you.

“Do you know I belong to you?” He confesses, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard it almost cracks. “Do you understand that you fucking own me?”

“You talk so pretty, baby,” you moan, losing your grasp on language as he sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, “love that mouth.”

“It’s yours,” he promises, finally lapping at your clit with a pointed tongue, “it’s all yours, everything I’ve got.”

“Just want you!” you cry out when he pulls the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard.

“You have me, ‘m not going anywhere,” he says after releasing your clit with a pop. His middle finger, already soaked from you, dips into your entrance slowly. “You’re my everything, forever.”

Rafe continues to wrap you in soliloquies of praise as his other hand kneads the skin of your stomach reverently, like a potter molding his clay.

It’s these promises that make your head spin, drowning in the tapestry he weaves with his words until all you can think, all you know, is that you love him. When a second finger enters you and his mouth finds the spot he knows so well, everything in the world fades. The only thing that means anything is this man and the way he makes you feel.

His fingers twist and twirl inside you while his mouth works your clit. You’re beside yourself, feeling your release creep closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. You grab the edge of the counter top for purchase, but it’s not enough. Your hands paw at his head, wishing there was something more to ground you. 

You love his buzzcut, you had an appointment in your shared calendar each month for him to dutifully sit on a stool in the bathroom while you redid it with the electric clippers, but in this moment you wish for the first time that he’d grow it out. You tuck the thought away for later.

He loves the way you’re clawing at his scalp, and clenching around his fingers, knowing you’re close like he knows everything about you. He grabs one of your hands, offering his to you so you can squeeze as hard as you need to, loving the pain as he pushes you to the edge.

You cry out his name when you come, nearly breaking the bones in his fingers. He doesn’t stop until the very last wave of ecstasy rolls through you, his body hovering over yours as he soothes you through the cool down.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers into your collarbone, following the vulnerable words with a shaky kiss.

“I think I have some idea,” your palm glides over his scalp, where you were just leaving scratches, inspecting to make sure you hadn’t done too much damage. “Because of how much you mean to me.”

He just shakes his head, his buzzed hair tickling your chin.

You both rise from the counter, Rafe straightening your lingerie set and taking in his gift to you one more time. He stands between your legs, fists on the counter as he leans forward on flexed arms.

“How am I supposed to top this?” You wonder aloud, hands smoothing over his shoulders and your head tilting in that adorable way he’s obsessed with.

“What do you mean?” He puzzles.

“When your birthday comes around,” you explain, “you’ve set the bar so high.”

Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. His gaze wanders from you as he pulls back slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he shakes his head.

“Are you joking? And miss the chance to celebrate you?” 

“We- I don’t really do birthdays,” he says, and before you can pry any further he adds, “plus yours isn’t even close to over yet.”

Rafe lifts you effortlessly from the counter, making you yelp in surprise. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom, thinking obsessively about the way he accidentally said ‘we.’

Your heart breaks picturing younger Rafe, no birthday candles to blow out on his big day, no crowd of friends and family singing to him, no one to make him understand how special and worth celebrating he is. 

No, that just wouldn’t do. You start planning the second he falls asleep that night, determined to make his next birthday the best he’s ever had.

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WAKING UP TO YOU ₍₁₎

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe, mention of drugs, like one f word

authors note: i need to stop making new series when i havent even finished my last 😭 i get so bored when i near the end of a series LMAO im so sorry. guaranteed this is about to be my next potential series if people like it !!

next

you wake up with a start, disoriented, the remnants of sleep clinging to you like a heavy fog.

the first thing you notice is the warmth of the sun pouring through the windows, casting golden stripes across the room. you blink slowly, your surroundings coming into focus, and that's when the confusion sets in. this isn’t your apartment.

it’s . . . tannyhill. the camerons’ house. the place you’ve only ever seen on screen, the walls adorned with the unmistakable coastal vibe of the outer banks.

you push yourself up on your elbows, heart racing as you try to piece together what happened. just last night, you were in your own bed, scrolling through your phone, drifting off to sleep amidst the noise of the city. how did you end up here, in this bed, in this house?

your mind races, trying to catch up with your senses.

the sheets feel soft against your skin, and you notice the faint scent of salt and something warm, familiar, clinging to the pillow next to you. it feels like a dream, and the longer you sit there, the more bizarre it all seems.

no.

your heart starts to pound. this is wrong. you were in your apartment last night, you were sure of it. how could you be here now? how could any of this be happening?

you take in the opulence of the room. it's exactly like the show, down to the little details you never thought you'd see in person. the bed feels massive, the room impossibly large.

the panic begins to rise in your chest, your breaths becoming shallow as your mind races to make sense of it all.

and then, from the corner of your eye, you see movement. the door to the balcony swings open, and your blood turns to ice.

rafe?

he steps inside as casually as if he’s done this a hundred times before. and he probably has—because in this world, it looks like waking up next to you is normal for him. but for you? this is waking up next to a stranger, someone you’ve only seen on a screen, a character, an actor.

and yet, here he is, in the flesh, shirtless with his t-shirt dangling loosely in his hand like he’s about to put it on.

you freeze, eyes locking onto his bare chest, the sight almost too surreal to process. his body is toned, like you’ve seen a few times in his films, but now he's standing here, so nonchalant, as if this is all part of your routine together.

your breath catches, panic bubbling up inside as your mind screams at you to make sense of it. but no sense can be made. he’s real. he’s right there.

he catches your gaze and pauses for a beat, his expression calm, almost indifferent, as he pulls the shirt over his head. there’s no shock in his eyes, no alarm at your presence. instead, there’s a faint, almost ghostly hint of a smile on his lips, like he’s seeing something that comforts him. like this is just another morning. another day with you.

“you were sleeping for a while,” he says, his voice low, calm, as if you’re supposed to know exactly what he’s talking about.

but you don’t. you can’t.

your heart is pounding so hard you swear he must hear it. you feel like you're glued to the spot, unable to move or speak. he words are there, tangled in your throat, but no sound escapes.

and rafe? he doesn’t even notice. he’s too busy pulling the shirt over his head, smoothing it out with one hand as he heads toward the dresser, rummaging for something—maybe his keys, maybe a wallet. your eyes follow him, wide and unblinking.

every little detail is telling you this is really happening. the weight of the sheets, the soft scent of the ocean drifting in from the open balcony, the way rafe moves so effortlessly around the space—it all feels too tangible. too vivid.

he throws a glance over his shoulder, not catching the absolute terror that must be written across your face. instead, he just adds, “you good?” like, yeah, just a weird morning. what the hell are you supposed to say?

he turns back to whatever he’s doing, seemingly satisfied with your silence, and your mind is racing.

your eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that could anchor you back to reality, something that tells you this is just a dream, that you’ll wake up in your own bed any second now. but nothing happens. you’re still here. still watching rafe cameron move around like this is just another ordinary day.

and then he looks at you again, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he’s starting to sense that something’s off. not that he’s alarmed—he’s just . . . curious. “one of those realistic dreams again?”

the question hits you like a freight train. the way he says it, so casual, so knowing, makes your stomach churn. it’s clear that, in this reality, the version of you he knows has had these ‘realistic dreams’ before. does he think this is just another one of those?

you know you have to respond, have to say something to keep him from getting suspicious, so, you muster the courage to mutter, “yeah . . . something like that.”

the words feel foreign on your tongue, forced, like they don’t even belong to you. your voice sounds small, uncertain, and you hope he doesn’t pick up on it. but rafe? he just nods.

“i’m heading out to take care of some business,” he tells you, vague, the way he always is when it comes to whatever shady dealings he’s involved in. his voice has that low, dry edge to it, like he’s not too concerned with explaining more than he has to.

you swallow, your mind racing. business. you’ve seen the show. you know what kind of business he’s talking about. barry, he’s a drug dealer. or his dad, ward, who’s capable of anything.

suddenly, you wonder just where you are in the timeline of this world. does it follow the plot of the show? or is this some kind of alternate version of it, where different rules apply?

your eyes stay locked on him as he steps closer, and suddenly, the air shifts. he’s walking toward you with a purpose, and something in the way he moves makes you realize what’s coming before it even happens. you’ve seen this before—rafe being possessive, intense. you know what he’s about to do. but knowing still doesn’t prepare you for it.

he leans down, his hand brushing your hair back gently as his lips press against yours in a kiss that’s too soft, too familiar for how absolutely terrified you feel. the moment his lips touch yours, your mind goes blank.

you feel it—the warmth, the pressure, the sensation of his breath mingling with yours. it’s real. it’s terrifyingly, unmistakably real.

when he pulls back, you’re frozen. your hand instinctively reaches up to touch your lips, your mind racing with the reality of it. this isn’t just a dream. dreams don’t feel this real.

rafe pauses, noticing how off you are, his eyes narrowing as he studies your expression. he tilts his head slightly, and for a second, there’s something almost tender in his gaze.

“hey . . .” his voice is low, murmuring like he’s trying to ground you. “i’ll see you later, alright?”

you can’t speak. your throat feels too tight, your brain too scrambled to form words. you just nod, barely, enough to make him think you’re okay.

he gives you one last look, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face before he turns and walks out of the room, disappearing into the hallway.

you don’t move for what feels like minutes. the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance is the only thing grounding you as your mind whirls. you’re trapped in his world—his reality—and there’s no telling how or why. but the one thing you do know?

this is real. too real.

because if this isn’t a dream . . . then where the hell are you?

the slam of the front door echoes through the quiet house, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches, the reality of everything sinking in, and you can’t help the way your hands start to tremble.

you sit up carefully, trying not to make a sound as you pull the covers off your body. your skin prickles from the cool air against your bare legs, and when you glance down, you realize you’re only in a shirt—one that definitely isn’t yours—and your undergarments. it hits you all at once: this is rafe’s shirt. his scent clings to it, the familiar mix of cologne and something inherently him.

your feet touch the cold wooden floor as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, toes curling at the sudden chill. every movement feels deliberate, cautious, like any wrong step could wake you from this strange, twisted dream—or worse, prove it’s not a dream at all.

quietly, you push yourself off the bed, heart hammering in your chest as you make your way to the door. you peek your head out, eyes scanning the hallway. it’s empty. eerily quiet. thank god. but the silence makes everything feel even more surreal.

you pull back into the room quickly, your fingers brushing your hair behind your ears, trying to still the panic rising in your chest. you need answers. you need to figure out what’s happening—and fast.

your gaze darts to the nightstand, where your phone sits charging. finally.

you grab it with shaky hands and immediately swipe it open, your fingers moving fast as you pull up your contacts list. the plan forms in your head as you scroll, desperate. maybe this is all some elaborate prank. maybe your friends are messing with you, and any second now, someone’s going to pop out and yell “gotcha!”

but as you scroll, the names that appear make your stomach drop. none of them are familiar. faces and names you’ve never seen before fill your screen—until you see his name.

rafe.

then sarah. wheezie. even ward and rose.

your breath catches in your throat as you keep scrolling. it’s his family. it’s them.

you swallow hard, continuing to scroll, fingers trembling as the names blur together until you see the ones that make your heart stop.

jj. pope. kiara. john b.

the pogues.

you stare at the names for a second, your brain short-circuiting. your thumb hovers over jj’s contact, the one name that stands out to you more than the others.

without giving yourself time to second-guess it, you hit ‘call.’ the ringing fills the silence of the room, and your pulse quickens with every passing second.

the ringing feels like it goes on forever. each tone stretching out the anticipation, the nerves, the sinking realization that someone is actually going to pick up. your heart races, and just when you consider hanging up, a click echoes through the phone line.

“y/n?”

you flinch, eyes widening, mouth falling open. it’s him. it takes a few seconds for you to even remember how to speak, your mind stalling out completely. then you somehow force out, “hey, i just wanted to see how you’re . . . doing.”

the words stumble out of your mouth in a mess, and you internally cringe at how awful it sounds. god, could you be any worse at this? you wouldn’t blame jj if he called you out for the obvious lie, the way your voice shakes just slightly with every word.

but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. instead, he sounds casual. like he’s known you for years. “yeah, i’m good. why? do you wanna come over? kie’s here.”

your mind reels. kiara’s there? you’re friends with kiara? that’s news to you, but good to know. in this world, apparently, you’re on good terms with the pogues, at least you think.

you quickly pull the phone away from your ear to glance at the time, realizing it’s probably morning. or maybe early afternoon. time doesn’t even feel real right now.

“yeah, i’ll . . . i’ll come over,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant even though nothing about this is normal. the words slip out of your mouth before you really think them through. “where is over?”

“the wreck,” jj replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. right. of course. “but be quick.”

your chest tightens. why do you need to be quick? fear creeps into your voice as you ask, “why?”

there’s a pause, one that feels like it stretches forever, before jj finally responds, his tone softening. “cause we miss you.”

and then, just like that, he hangs up.

you blink, staring down at the phone in your hand as if it’ll give you answers. it doesn’t. you’re left standing there, your mind racing, trying to process what just happened. they miss you?

the idea that jj misses you, that kiara’s waiting for you at the wreck, is both exciting and terrifying.

your eyes dart around the room, like maybe you’ll find some clue that explains how this is all happening, but there’s nothing. just the same four walls, rafes room, his scent lingering in the air, and the echo of jj’s voice in your head.

your mind spins as you sit on the edge of the bed. what is going on in this world?

the characters you know from the show are behaving so . . . normal, so real. there are these new relationships, bits of information that seem to imply some kind of history, things that don’t align with what you know. you’re in their world, but there are gaps—huge, gaping blanks that terrify you because you don’t know what role you’re even supposed to be playing.

you glance around the room, trying to calm yourself as you get up to grab some clothes, already dreading the ride to the wreck.

how the hell are you actually supposed to get to the fucking wreck?

a/n: let me know if u would like to be part of the tag list thru any replies, anons, dms, etc !! notifications are always on <3 this will also lowkey be a jj & rafe x reader series i fear

Masterlist Part: 2

Robby Keene

Another side to You

Cobra Kai Lover

Robby Keene X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings? SMUT! SMUT! Requested in first person, and jealous Robby! LANGUAGE! ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT! DIRTY TALK! Another Side To You FI

Misunderstood?

Cobra Kai Lover

Robby Keene X Reader

Robby Keene X Reader Warnings? Fighting! Misunderstood Almost all of your teen years your kindness would get misunderstood for flirting.

Cobra Kai Requesting

Eli Moskowitz Alphabet Fluff Head-con

Warnings: None

A= Attractive: What does Eli find attractive about you?

Eli loves your personality and how you don't judge him for his insecurities, he also admires your beauty and how much you care for him.

B= Baby: What nicknames does he use for you?

Eli loves calling you baby, or babe usually he'll call you babe if he's in a hurry to get away from Kyler or one of his minions. But he also loves to call you baby when he's clingy or wants to cuddle with you.

C= Cuddles: What cuddle position does he like most?

He loves being the little spoon, he loves for you to hold him when he's down or when he's feeling insecure. But he also loves being cradled or to cradle you if you're feeling down.

D= Day: What do you both do during the day?

If you're not at school which most of the time you both are until summer then, eating fast food and watching Harry Potter or doctor who films while cuddling.

E= Equal: Are you both fair in the relationship?

Yes, Eli always makes sure you come before him most of the time and he always makes sure before you guys do something if it's alright; as do you.

F= Fighting: Do you guys fight?

Rarely, you both understand how to talk it out and understand each others body language as in if one or the other needs space. Though the fights aren't huge they can still take a toll on Eli.

G= Gratitude: How great full is Eli?

Eli is 100% grateful for everything in his life, like his family, you of course, Demetri and Miguel. Though he wishes he could be more he never takes anything for granted.

H= Honest: Does Eli keep secrets from you?

No. 100% does not keep secrets from you, and if he did he would feel guilty and immediately spill the secret out.

I= Intimacy: How intimate is Eli?

Eli is very intimate behind closed doors, he doesn't like putting either of you out there especially at school mostly because he's shy and Kyler.

J= Jealousy: How jealous can Eli get?

Eli can get jealous pretty easily but only because he's mostly insecure that you're going to realize you're better than him and leave him.

K= Kissing: Is Eli a good kisser? What are they like?

Eli is a very good kisser, but he's mostly shy with kissing in the beginning because he's to focused on if you think it's bad because of his lip, and Eli's kissers are amazing, soft, slow, and passionate.

L= Love: How in love is Eli?

Eli is so in love with you, he loves everything about you and honestly wouldn't try to hide his love for you so far into the relationship.

M= Marriage: Does Eli want to get married?

Eli 100% wants to be married to you, and he can't wait to have a family with you but he's focusing in the now so he can spend as much time with you as he can beforehand.

N= Nice: How nice is Eli in the relationship?

Is that even a question? Eli is so sweet and so gentle with you in the relationship and he's very careful with what he does: not wanting to loose you.

O= On cloud nine: What is Eli like when in love?

Butterfly’s float in his tummy, always look at you admiring you while you talk. He’s so happy when he’s in love.

P= PDA: How is Eli with PDA?

Eli is very shy when it comes to pda, for the simple fact that he feels it brings attention to you so he keeps it on the low

Q= Quirk: Random ability Eli has that helps the relationship?

Eli is very understanding and doesn’t push things to far off the cliff so if he trusts you enough then he will be very understanding with you.

R= Romance: How romantic is Eli?

I wouldn’t say he’s not romantic, but just very little educated on the topic. I mean you are his first love so how does he know what to do? But he gets some tips from Miguel and becomes amazing at it.

S= Style: What’s the style in the relationship?

If we’re talking clothes wise then very casual and comfortable like matching sweaters or shirts something not to flashy.

T= Thrill: Does Eli like to take risks?

Not really, he’s very shy about certain things so he won’t let that part of him come out yet but eventually he starts to take risks.

U= Understanding: How understanding is Eli?

He is very understanding, he try’s not to take things to an extent level because he doesn’t want to annoy you with anything.

V= Value: How important is the relationship to Eli?

Very very important to Eli, he always try’s to mold the relationship farther just by doing little things that count because to him you’re his whole world.

W= Wild Card: What does he love most about you?

Eli loves your ability to make him feel better and put a smile on his face if he’s crying or upset. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

X= Xoxo: How affectionate is Eli behind closed doors?

He is very affectionate, he loves to cuddle and be clingy as much as you’d let him it brings warmth to his heart.

Y= Yearning: How well does Eli cope with you being sad?

He definitely hates seeing you sad or feeling down, it makes him feel sad and want to cry with you so he does every thing in his power to make you smile again.

Z= Zeal: Is Eli willing to go to extreme lengths for the relationship?

Yes he definitely would, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him so he would protect the relationship as much as he could.

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This was requested!

sad rafe edit i just made… tiktok; chxrryhansenn 😛

₊˚⊹ ♡. MDNI 18+. warnings — fem!reader, crying, oral (f. receiving)

“JJ, stop, we can’t—”

Your mumble against his lips was halfhearted, not even committed to the words you were saying as you pressed a hand to his chest to pull away from him. The drying tears streaking his face shined slightly in the moonlight filtering through the window, his eyes were half-lidded.

“Why can’t we?”

You chewed at your lip, still slick with his spit. As badly as you wanted to—desperately wanted to—the way he’d lurched forward to capture your mouth with his when he was in the middle of crying on your shoulder had told you his motives weren’t exactly pure.

“You can’t just—” He was leaning forward again, you barely dodged him, and your already fragile willpower was weakening by the second. “You’re sad, okay, this isn’t how you fix—that.”

JJ grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck, holding onto you tightly as he clumsily pulled you back to him. He was so warm. His mouth was hot and he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, angling your head to get a better angle. You couldn’t stop the moan that you let out into his mouth, which only made him attack your lips more fervently.

It could’ve been seconds or minutes or years with JJ’s tongue exploring your mouth, you had no idea, it was like you couldn’t think when he was touching you like this. It wasn’t until he pressed his body closer to yours and you felt the outline of his dick through his shorts, shoving up against the front of your panties, that you were snapped out of it again.

You gave a pitchy whine at the pressure, pulling back, and he chased your lips with his.

“JJ—you need to—can you just—” He was interrupting you, kissing you to stop you from talking while he rolled his hips harder against yours. You held your breath to stop the loud whimper threatening to be heard, shifting your weight at the feeling of your panties sticking to you.

“Not like this, please.” Your voice caught in your throat, and this time he gave you the benefit of an answer, at least.

“Not like what?” JJ asked, still an inch from your face.

“It’s not like I don’t want you… I just mean, I don’t wanna. Y’know. Just cause you’re sad and don’t wanna think about it.”

He nodded slowly. “What if I said I already wanted ya? Would that… change your mind?” His words were slow, the look in his eyes all hazy.

You swallowed thickly. It took you a second, but you managed to shake your head. “No.”

He let out a long, slow breath, pressing his forehead against yours. If it were anyone else you’d think they were feverish, but you’d come to learn that was just JJ. He was always a million degrees, his skin was like the surface of the sun.

“Let me eat you out, then.”

You choked out: “What?”

“Please.” He mumbled. “Don’t wanna think about things. Just let me eat your pussy. It’ll feel s’good, I swear. It’ll be good f’both of us, right?”

He wasn’t waiting for an answer, not really. His fingers were sneaking up the inside of your thigh, breaching your shorts to rub you through your panties, and he gave a tiny smile as he felt your arousal soaking through. He was close enough that you were sure he could hear your heartbeat thundering, your breath picking up more than it already had. You dug your teeth into your swollen lip painfully to contain the sounds that wanted to come out.

You didn’t say anything. He just fumbled with the button of your little shorts, tugged them down a little bit, not all the way. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend this wasn’t happening, like that way you wouldn’t be complicit in it, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him when he got down on his knees in front of you to slot his head between your thighs.

JJ didn’t even look human, with his blonde hair a total mess from dragging his hands through it, perfectly carved shoulders rippling as he held your thighs apart, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. He looked you dead in the face when he connected his mouth to you, wasting no time dragging his tongue through your folds to collect the moisture before wrapping his lips around your clit.

Whimpers and whines fell from your mouth, which had fallen open in surprise, and JJ held intense eye contact with you, watching your face and devouring every overwhelmed, pleasured expression. Every sound and tensing of your body in reaction to him spurred him on. The way your eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped in his hair for some semblance of grounding had him sliding his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out easily from the way you were gushing all over the couch. You jolted from the sudden stimulation, leaving your head practically empty aside from him, and his fingers, and his mouth devouring you.

When he pushed you over the edge to your relief you were crying out desperately, yanking sharply at his hair as you tried to move away from the pleasure that was overwhelming you.

“Don’t fuckin’ run.” JJ mumbled against your pussy, pulling your hips forward and flush against his face so you were forced to ride out the waves of your orgasm against his mouth, clenching around his finger as it curled inside of you.

The room was dead silent aside from the way your own heartbeat thundered in your ears, when he let your hips go and pulled your shorts back up for you. He wiped his hand off on them in a way that made you grimace, and his face caught the light and illuminated the way it glistened, his mouth and his chin and his nose shiny with your juices. The tears had dried, his red-rimmed eyes the only proof he’d been crying just some minutes prior. You stared at him with wide eyes, though he leaned forward to give you one last sloppy kiss, harshly pressing his lips to yours and prying your mouth open with his so you could taste yourself on him. Once he was satisfied, he wiped his face off with his hand, grinning.

Your fucked-out mumble was half sarcastic: “Feel better?”

He was still grinning, giving one last sniffle before he replied: “Much.”

Haven’t even read it yet but rebloging cause I know it’s gonna be amazing 😩

Don’t Scream

dark!ghostface!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), smut, forced creampie, unprotected sex, home invasion, reader is assaulted by a stranger, choking, slut shaming, degradation, knife kink, mask kink, victim blaming

Gusts of wind swirled in the air, rustling the trees and the dry leaves on the ground that crunched below the man’s heavy boots as he approached the house.

The car in the driveway and the light shining through the window upstairs let him know that someone was home, and he was willing to hedge his bets that they were all alone.

The blond came to the front door, trying the doorknob once to find, shockingly, that it was unlocked. He quietly opened the door, looking around the dark downstairs entrance before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

His breath was hot underneath his mask, and he took a moment to adjust to the sudden quiet.

Except it wasn’t quiet.

Rafe wasn’t expecting to hear a soft moan from upstairs, and he froze in place, straining to listen to hear if his ears had tricked him.

Sure enough, he heard another, this time followed by a whimper, and he raised an eyebrow in interest as his gaze trailed up the stairs and towards to source of the noise.

Climbing up the unlit stairs, he could hear the sighs of pleasure growing louder behind one cracked open door and his cock twitched in his jeans.

He could hear the steady buzz of a vibrator now, and the loud whimpers were tempting him more than he could have imagined.

But even better was the view through the crack in your door. He could see your head thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted as you teased your clit with a small vibe. You were completely naked, one hand holding the vibe, the other tweaking one of your hardened nipples while you writhed on the sheets.

Out of all the houses on the street and this is what he walked in on? Shit, it must have been his lucky day.

Rafe reached for his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper to palm his dick in his large hand. He tried to keep his breathing quiet beneath the mask, watching you through the darkened eye holes as he slowly began stroking his cock.

It was almost unreal how beautiful you looked touching yourself, completely unaware of the danger lurking just behind your door. Your soft, labored breaths and the way you rolled your hips as you pressed the vibe to your clit as almost enough to send Rafe over the edge alone.

But when your hand slid from your perky breasts to your throat, lightly choking yourself as you breathily moaned , “daddy, please,” something inside Rafe snapped.

He pulled the knife out of his back pocket before pushing your door open with a loud bang that made you sit up in bed, shock and fear written all over your pretty face.

His large frame took up the entire doorway, and you couldn’t see his face at all under the ghoulish mask he wore.

You were too scared to react and in an instant, he was on top of you. Trying to fight back against the stronger man was useless, and he chuckled as he seized your wrist painfully.

Before you could even cry out, the intruder held the sharp blade to your throat and you froze. Your pulse was racing, adrenaline kicking every sensation into overdrive and you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips.

“Don’t scream.” He ordered, pressing the blade down against your skin in a warning.

It was only when his hips connected with yours and you felt his hard on against your bare cunt that you realized what his true intentions were.

Looking up at the masked man, you took a shuddering breath and hot tears came to your waterline, spilling past and trailing down your cheeks.

“Please-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, keeping the knife close to your throat when he finally released your aching wrist to yank his jeans down before pulling his boxers off.

He didn’t miss the surprise and apprehension on your face when you took in his size, but he wasn’t expecting to see a flicker of want as well.

Rafe shifted on top of you, parting your legs to fit himself between them. Your breaths were coming so fast you felt dizzy, and you were still in disbelief of what was happening.

You tensed when the man guided his tip between your slick lips. Wanting to move away, but fearing the knife at your throat, all you could do was squirm in his arms as he dragged it between your folds.

“God you’re soaked,” he groaned, taking his time rubbing the head of his cock across your cunt.

Your face burned with shame and disgust, and you tried desperately to choke down your unwanted whimpers when he nudged your already tender clit. Your tears were falling freely now and you trembled in fear at his touch.

“Why the hell are you crying, huh?” He sneered. His tip poked at your entrance and your thighs reflexively snapped around his waist, trying to slow him as you begged with your eyes.

“Guess you should’ve locked the door,” Rafe chuckled cruelly and you froze when you felt the head of his cock pushing into you.

The cry, or moan, that you let out was loud as the stranger sheathed himself inside of you in one stroke. The painful stretch made you squirm in his grasp and you heard him groan behind the mask.

Your mind went blank, tears streaming down your face as the man pushed himself deeper, his other hand coming to rest beside your head. When your hips met, he tilted back before slamming into you again and you whined, shaking beneath him. Your hands instinctively came to his shoulders, and he hissed when your nails dug into his skin.

“Or maybe you wanted this?” He wondered aloud, eyes flicking down to where your bodies connected. “So fucking desperate for cock you’d let anyone walk in and fuck you stupid.”

Your tear stained cheeks burned at his words, shame rising up in your gut when you felt yourself getting slicker around him as he built up the pace.

“N-no,” you sniffled pathetically, whimpering when he hit a spot that made you clench down around him.

Rafe finally removed the knife at your throat, tracing it down the middle of your ribcage, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly in anticipation. Your wide eyes were terrified, but your body betrayed you, and you hated the way you could feel yourself getting more wet with every push of his cock.

As much as he loved the fear and obedience the blade pulled out of you, he needed to touch you.

When he put the blade down onto the bed behind him, you took in a shaky breath, thankful to no longer have the sharp knife pressed to your neck, but his large hand quickly replaced it.

You squirmed in his arms when he grabbed one of your tits, squeezing your soft skin and pinching your hardened nipple. You whined loudly, blinking away more hot tears that slid down your cheek and chin, and dripped onto the hand at your throat.

“Look at me,” he growled, hips snapping against yours so hard that every thrust shook your body. You tried to focus your hazy eyes on the masked man above you, but you couldn’t stop blinking away your tears.

“Fucking look at me slut!” The hand at your throat jumped to your chin, harshly squeezing it as he forced you to look into the dark holes of the mask.

Like a switch flipped inside you, you jerked in his hold, elbowing him in the nose and knocking the mask out of place. Rafe cursed, releasing your throat to reach up, pull the mask off, and throw it across the room, allowing you a moment to pull away from him.

The knife fell to the floor as you scrambled across the bed screaming, “help!”, but the breath was knocked out of your lungs when his arms wrapped around your waist, roughly yanking you back underneath him.

You didn’t have any chance to catch a glimpse of him before he had pinned you face down on the bed. You sobbed as he grabbed your hips, pulling you onto your knees, one hand tangled into your hair to hold your head against the mattress while the other guided his hard cock between your legs.

You cried out when he slid into you again, trying to ignore the feeling building in your gut as he forced himself onto you.

Rafe pushed himself deep inside you, groaning at the change of angle. He bent over you, planting his elbow on the bed beside you and wrapping his arm around your throat.

You whined, reaching up to scratch at his forearm when he squeezed your windpipe too tight. His hips were snapping against your ass now, and he was hitting a spot that made you see stars.

When his lips came to your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, you winced, the twisted intimacy of his actions making your stomach churn.

“I think you wanted someone to break in and treat you like the whore that you are,” Rafe sneered, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.

“No-” you weakly protested and he laughed when you squeezed around his cock. You knew that you were getting closer to the edge but you were still trying to fight it.

“Is that what you were thinking about, huh? Getting used by the first guy to walk through your door?”

His cruel words made you cry harder and you could feel him pulse inside you at your distress as his cock dragged along your walls. A sickening pang of guilt and disgust rose in your gut when you realized each stroke was bringing you nearer to your undoing.

You whined when his muscular arm flexed, cutting off your airway. His lips came to your cheek, messily trailing across your skin and you shuddered, trying desperately to turn away but he held you in place.

Every punishing snap of his hips rocked your body, snatching unwanted moans from your throat that made your face burn with shame.

He was whispering something in your ear but you couldn’t understand. You whimpered a string of pleas when his cock hit a spot that made your vision go white and you trembled beneath him, crying as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Shit-” Rafe groaned as you squeezed around him in waves, choking you harder and never slowing his thrusts.

“Mm please-” you whimpered, clutching at his arm as you took a gasping breath. Your sensitive cunt was spasming around his length and you shook uncontrollably as he slammed into you.

“Fucking slut,” he grunted, chuckling in disbelief. “Makin’ a mess all over my dick after putting up that pathetic fight earlier.”

You let out a sob at that, tears staining your cheeks. The humiliation was rotting you to the core and his degrading words echoed in your ears, taunting you. You felt so confused by the conflicting feelings swirling in your head.

Rafe pounded into you, his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he chased his release. His arm closed around your neck and he groaned loudly when you struggled beneath him, tensing around him.

He pushed deep inside you, gripping you uncomfortably tight as he painted your walls with his sticky seed. You whined as he held you in place, forcing you to milk every last drop from his throbbing cock.

When he finally released you, you took a gasping breath, desperate for air. Rafe pulled out of you and you didn’t get the chance to linger on the feeling of disappoint that flashed through your mind because he quickly flipped you over onto your back.

His hand wrapped around your tender throat and you cringed, fear gripping your heart that he wasn’t done with you yet.

Rafe examined your red, teary eyes and the way your lip quivered as you struggled to meet his gaze.

The man’s cold stare terrified you.

You were frozen as he leaned closer, softly pressing his lips to yours. When you reluctantly kissed him back out of fear he chuckled against your lips before slowly pulling away.

When he stood up, pulling his pants up and grabbing his knife and the mask he had thrown across the room, you laid on the bed, still in too much shock to move.

Rafe walked back to the side of your bed, smirking as he took in your broken state.

“I hope you start locking your doors. ‘Cause when I come back, I want more of a challenge.”

Update Plan

Hey lovelies🍍,

I decided to post an update Plan so you‘ll know what to expect and when. I will post one fic per week.

Today I‘ll post the Wally fic where the reader finds his jacket.

05.02. – 11.02: Zed Necrodopolis x reader angst with smut

12.02. – 18.02.: Wally Clark x reader friends to lovers smut

19.02. – 25.02.: Ryan Baker x reader angst with smut

26.02. – 03.03.: Zed Necrodopolis x Zombie!reader

My requests are still open and I love to see some feedback 💕

Cobra Kai X Reader Requests?

Hello loves! I’m doing cobra Kai oneshots and if you have any requests feel free to message me personally or comment here!