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What if y/n was model and rafe was a obsessed fan, to the point rafe comes in break into her house and takes what he wants. Breeding kink? Yes please on the table.

loved this idea!!! 1.4k words and still so much to say…yall know i get carried away with stalker!rafe 😖 (tw NONCON + mentions of r*pe, stalking, breaking and entering, breeding kink, use of knife as a weapon, model!reader, dark!stalker!rafe aka my fave)

you’d graciously given your house staff the night off for new year’s, opting to stay in by yourself, a change of pace for you this year. being a model kept you on the go constantly, and although it almost felt sinful to refrain from going out and making a hundred posts for your instagram followers, you wanted to go for a more chill vibe this time around.

surpisingly, you made it to midnight, watching the ball drop before retiring to your bed almost immediately after. sleep found you quickly, and you were completely knocked out when rafe finally managed to make his way into your room through an open window.

he stood at the foot of your bed now, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you sleeping so peacefully underneath the blanket. he wondered what you were wearing underneath, if anything at all.

desperate for an answer, he couldn’t stop himself from hooking his fingers around the duvet, peeling the fabric back from your limp frame to reveal a silk pajama set. the cheetah print material left hardly anything to the imagination, barely stretching past your ass and hanging so low on your chest, your tits were almost completely out.

rafe had to bring a palm down to his pants, adjusting his growing erection as it twitched behind the fabric of his boxers. your lips were parted slightly, chest rising and falling slowly, and it was clear you weren’t much of a light sleeper when your body failed to move, even after the entirety of the cover was removed.

rafe’s tongue darted out to lick his lips at the same time his hand moved towards your face, the back of his knuckles grazing the soft skin of your cheek ever so slightly. your face twitched at the feeling, and you stirred slightly, but rafe wasn’t the least bit concerned.

he wanted you to wake up. he wasn’t worried about what would happen when you did; he already took note of the absence of your staff tonight, and he knew you’d be no match against him, especially fresh out of a slumber.

just the thought of you waking up and failing to fend him off had him growing impossibly harder in his pants, until rafe saw no choice but to free his erection. it sprang to life with a slap against his hard stomach, and rafe was quick to spit in his hand and subdue his length, which he pumped gingerly as he stood before you, a close distance he’d only ever dreamed of seeing you at before.

when your eyes finally did flutter open, you couldn’t understand what was breaking up the darkness in your room. it took you a few moments to blink away your sleepiness, eyes focusing in on a dark figure looming over your bed.

you’d planned to recycle the sharp breath you’d drawn in into a scream, but a sticky hand slapped over your mouth, quickly detouring that idea. a saltiness coated your lips and in turn your tongue too, and you instantly gagged around the hand at the sensation. your attempts to push yourself up off of your mattress only proved to be futile as the stranger climbed on top of you, quick to sink all of his weight down onto your body.

it didn’t take much force at all to mount your weak frame down, but rafe pulled out all the stops anyway, exerting all of his strength down onto you, pinning your body further into the bed.

your cries were muffled beneath the large foreign hand, and your screams made it no further either. you shook your head, tearful eyes pleading with the stranger, hoping to pull some sort of empathy from him, to convince him he didn’t have to do what your mind knew he’d come here for. why else would someone break into your home, jerk themselves off to your sleeping body and then force themselves on you when you woke up if they didn’t plan on raping you? you mentally cursed yourself for being so courteous to your staff, wishing you’d kept at least one around for the night.

rafe translated the look in your eyes to that of fear, and the sight had his own blue orbs rolling back in his head. he tightened his hold on you, hand clamping down harder on your mouth while the other pressed against your chest, moving to fondle your breasts through your silk top. ‘just relax, m’not gonna hurt you…’

his words didn’t relax you at all. in fact, rafe could feel you tensing up even more beneath his harsh hold. ‘…but if you try to fight me, i might not be able to help myself.’ hungry blue eyes raked over your frame as you shook beneath him, your attempts to lift your hips up only heightened rafe’s arousal, giving his hard on the friction it was searching for.

your fight was weak, but you didn’t let up. it was clear you were no match against the taller, stronger man, yet you still scratched and shoved at him as he continued trying to subdue you beneath him. when he’s finally had enough, rafe delivers a swift slap to your face. you’d never felt a pain so sharp and stinging before. your head whips to the side, and you’re disoriented long enough for rafe to easily brandish a knife from the pocket of his cargo shorts that had pooled at his knees.

the cool blade against your neck has your breath hitching in your throat, and rafe chuckles in satisfaction. ‘there we go,’ he drawls out tauntingly, ‘there she is,’ referring to the way your body stilled beneath him, frozen in terror as the threat of the knife cutting into your skin lingered over you.

‘good girl. now let me see these pretty tits,’ rafe eagerly grips you by your pajama top now, slicing the blade down through the silk material. it splits with ease, drooping down either side of your chest to reveal your perky tits, which instantly hardened as the draft from the open window hit you.

rafe wastes no time plucking at them, twisting and kneading the rounds of flesh all while your tears keep flowing, sliding down around his hand. he’s too satisfied with the state he’s got you in to be concerned with your crying.

when you feel the stranger’s hand dip down into your pajama pants, your struggle reinsues. you attempt to scream out again, but the man moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, and the other one joins right after, holding the blade just under your chin.

instantly, you’re robbed of any and all air, the intruder showing no mercy as he chokes you out. you’re gasping and clawing at his skin, eyes forced to stare up at the terrifying sight above you. every vein in the man’s head seemed to protrude out as he gritted his teeth, lips curled inward as he forced all of his strength into the hand around your neck.

his words were fleeting as a loud ringing took over your ears, stars beginning to cloud your vision. ‘be a lot better f’you if you’d just lay there and listen to me, hmm? don’t wanna have to hurt you, pretty girl. can’t model with bruises all around your little neck. be a good girl and i might let you live after this…’

even though you’d seen enough movies and listened to enough true crime podcasts to know the likelihood of escaping with your life after this was slim, the man’s last comment gave you the tiniest sliver of hope, one that you snatched and ran with. it prompted you to force your muscles to untense under the man, trying your hardest to relax in hopes of making the inevitable a bit less painful for yourself.

the relief you felt when your neck was released was short lived, only able to draw in a few erratic breaths before the man forced himself into you in one harsh thrust, determined to use you for his own pleasure, fulfilling his sick fantasies with the blade pressed to your neck the entire time, no mind paid to the cost you were forced to pay for him to do so.

though you tried your best to dissasociate during the assault, you’re sure at one point you feel the man finish inside of you, though you can’t be sure as his stamina never lets up; he just continues forcing himself in and out of your tight cunt long after your own body betrays you, walls clenching around the stranger despite your better wishes.

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Your best friend was passed out right next to you, wine drunk off too many glasses. She had always been a heavy sleeper and it had annoyed you how hard she was to wake up. That was before you had her boyfriend’s huge dick inside you. It almost hurt how big he was, stretching your cunt out as his massive hands guided your hips up and down.

“That’s a good little slut. How does that big dick feel?” Rafe’s voice low as he looked at you with blue eyes that were completely darkened. You knew this was wrong, you were being a terrible terrible friend. This man though had a chokehold on you though.

“So-.. so big.” You whimpered, your pussy soaking his cock.

Chucking darkly, he slid his hands down to your bare ass. “I’m about to show you how big your best friend’s boyfriend’s dick is.” He whispered, holding you tightly as he started to thrust up into you. You wanted to scream, his massive length hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You bit your lower lip, tucking your head into his neck as he leaned in towards your ear. “Fucking you raw right next to your best friend. Hmm.. she doesn’t even get that.”

His words were dirty. Wrong as you should feel, all you could think about was how you were about to cum all over his dick. If your best friend didn’t hear the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing, she was sure to hear the sounds of your wet cunt.

“I’m a-about.. to cum.” You moan into his neck with a whine to your voice as this man had no signs of slowing down. His pants in your ear, low growls had you clenching down onto his cock.

“You might have to tell your best friend that you are knocked up with my baby.” Rafe’s voice still in your ear as you felt his cum shoot inside you.

the beginning

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?

“your bikini is so cute.” you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.

“i have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?” julie offers.

“girl, yes!” you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and don’t have a ton of options.

you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. “we look good.” you nod.

“damn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.” “hopefully including rafe.” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didn’t take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didn’t get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.

“there’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep his eye of you.” julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. “we better get going.”

you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.

--

“hey rafe.” you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. you’ve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you haven’t progressed past just talking.

“hey.” rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. “wanna come up and drive with me?”

“yeah.” you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.

you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina. 

“this is a really nice boat.” you comment. “maybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.” you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.

“ah yeah, didn’t have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?” rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.

“nope.” you shake your head. “but i’m glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere… calmer.”

“i’m glad you moved too.” rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.

“wanna swim?” rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

he doesn’t snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. “i got the ladder in for us, man.”

“yeah, yeah thanks.” rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.

“y/n! jump in with me!” julie calls.

“lets go?” you tilt your head, looking to rafe.

“wait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.” rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. “you'll take it?”

“yeah, sure.” topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.

you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so you’re in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.

rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.

you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you can’t help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.

--

rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. “i had fun today.”

“i did too.” you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” rafe questions.

“why, wanna take me on a date?” you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.

“and what if i do?” rafe smirks.

“then i’m definitely free.” 

“pick you up at 6:30 then.” rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.

--

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.

rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.

rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but you’re too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.

he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.

“y/n.” rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until he’s satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.

--

“this is easily the best first date i’ve ever had.” you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.

“mine too.” rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.

“you know…” you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. “my parents are back in new york this weekend.”

“really?” rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.

“if you’d like to come in for some… tea.” 

“tea, sure.” rafe nods, turning his truck off.

you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.

--

“good morning.” you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.

“morning.” rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. “you look beautiful.”

“not too bad yourself.” you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.

the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so he’s over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.

you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.

“when are your parents home?” rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.

“um-” your brain briefly doesn’t work at the randomness of the question. “monday evening.” “i say-” rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. “we spent the entire weekend in bed then.”

you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. “sounds good to me.” you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.

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daddys home

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, establish relationship (theyre married!), dad!rafe, mom!reader, p in v sex (protected), female receiving oral, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, readers stretch marks are described briefly

“when is daddy getting home?” your daughter asks for what feels like the millionth time since rafe left for work this morning.

you sigh, rubbing your forehead, hoping it alieves your splitting headache. “any minute now, poppy. why don't you go get a cup of water for him and leave it on the counter?”

you know that the task will occupy her for some time, having to drag her step stool that she uses when helping you cook around the kitchen to get a cup and fill it.

you let out a breath of relief when you hear rafe pull into the driveway.

“daddy! daddy!” poppy hears the noise as well, running to the garage door, jumping up and down excitedly as she waits for rafe to come in.

she jump-tackles him as soon as he opens the door. rafe laughs, catching her in his arms.

“hi baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of her head, toeing his shoes off onto the mat.

“welcome home.” you say, moving over to rafe, pressing your face into the shoulder that poppy isn't currently resting hers against.

“you okay?” rafe whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. he sets poppy down carefully, only half listening as she begins to tell him about getting rafe a water all by herself like a big girl.

“yeah, she's just been… a lot today.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around rafes waist, snuggling into his warm body.

“hey, poppy. wanna spend the night at aunt wheezies?” rafe asks.

“yes! yes! yes!” poppy screams, quickly flying up the stairs to her room with her unstoppable toddler energy to pack a bag.

“thank you.” you look to rafe, taking a moment to press a kiss to his lips.

“wheeze has been begging to have her over, she'll be so happy.” rafe says, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “and you can get a real break.”

“god, i need it too.” you laugh, pulling away from rafe but not before giving him another kiss. “i love poppy to death, but she can be so exhausting some days.”

“aw, baby.” rafe coos. “why don't you go get in the bath, ill help poppy pack a bag then take her over the wheezies.”

“mmm, sounds perfect, can't wait to spend a night just us.” you wink at rafe before both heading further into the house and up the stairs. poppy has had a string of clinginess lately, especially at night knowing you and rafe are just down the hall, so she fakes nightmares to sleep in your bed.

it's nice having her so close, but at the same time you haven't been intimate with rafe in months.

“poppy.” you call into her room, seeing her stuffing pajamas into her backpack. “you be good for auntie wheezie, okay? ill pick you up in the morning and if you behaved, we can go to the park.”

“okay, mommy.” poppy nods, a serious look on her face.

“daddy is gonna help you pack then take you over.” you finish, looking to rafe.

“thank you again babe.” you whisper, rubbing your thumb over his cheek before heading towards your bedroom. you turn on the hot tap in the master bath, letting the jacuzzi tub fill as you scrounge in the cabinets for your epsom salt.

you let out a groan when you sink into the bath, eyes closing as you relax into the hot water, your muscles finally getting a break after entertaining poppy all day.

you relax in the bath until the water starts to turn room temperature. you pull the drain before getting out, toweling yourself dry. you go through your skincare routine quickly before pulling your robe on.

you exit the bathroom to see rafe on the bed, back against the headboard, having changed out of his work clothes to sweats.

“was she excited?” you question.

“poppy or wheezie?” rafe jokes, a soft smile on his face. “both of them were so excited, but i think wheeze might have more fun than poppy does.”

“that's good.” you laugh before taking a deep sigh.

“how are you feeling now?” rafe asks, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. you move to stand in front of him, letting your knees press into the side of the mattress.

“a million times better. no more headache.”

“good.” rafe tugs at the strap on your robe, not hard enough to undo it, but making his intentions clear. “wanna lay down?” 

“just lay down?” you smirk, raising one eyebrow.

“if that's what you want,” rafe takes your hands in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, pressing kisses along your skin. “mrs. cameron.”

“i want you.” you tell rafe, taking your hand out of his grasp to tug your robe open, revealing yourself to him. you slide the fabric off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

“you're so beautiful.” rafe says, eyes sweeping over your naked body. he rubs a hand over your stomach, the small lines running over your skin, the physical reminder of your pregnancy.

“this part of you is the most beautiful.” rafe leans forward, kissing the stretch marks. “because it shows that you carried our daughter. kept her safe inside you for nine months until he she was ready to see the world.”

“you're gonna make me cry.” you sniffle, feeling tears start to form.

“wanna make you cry a different way.” rafe says, standing up suddenly while turning you swiftly, pushing your hips down so now you're the one sat on the edge of the mattress.

rafe sinks down to his knees, spreading your thighs open for him, revealing your cunt.

“you know-” you gasp when rafe begins to kiss along your inner thighs, inching closer to your center. “i was worried when i first got pregnant that you wouldn’t be attracted to me after i gave birth.”

“really?” rafe questions. “why would you ever worry about something as impossible as that?”

“pregnancy brain.” you shrug, eyes fluttering closed as rafe spreads your thighs further, wrapping his hand around your ankle and bringing your heel up onto the bed.

“well, mrs. cameron-” rafe leans in, licking a stripe straight through your folds. “no need to worry anymore, i find you very attractive.”

you smile, bringing one hand to rafes hair, clutching it between your finger as he dives in, tongue swiping through your wetness, tasting you on his tongue. rafe works his way up from your entrance to your clit before lapping over the sensitive skin there.

“taste so good mama.” rafe hums, letting his tongue flick and play with your clit. you let out a cry, glad that you’re able to be as loud as you want with poppy out of the house.

“more.” you whine.

“all these years later, carrying my baby and you're still my little slut.” rafe tsks, bringing his finger to your entrance and plunging it in, thrusting in and out slowly as his lips wrap around your clit, giving gentle sucks to build you up, tease you.

“can’t wait for you to fuck me.” you toss your head back, pushing your hips even further into rafes face.

“yeah, you miss my cock?” 

“all the time.” you whine, bringing your other foot onto the bed as well, spreading your knees wide open to give rafe even more space to work into you as he adds a second finger.

“you think after being married for five years you’d be sick of me.” rafe jokes, but you shake your head.

“never, daddy.” the nickname impacts rafe differently now that he is actually a dad, knowing it comes from a different place.

“god, i was gonna have you cum on my tongue three times before i fucked you, but i need you too badly.” rafe stands up, but not before pressing another kiss to your clit, now puffy and red from the attention.

rafe hesitates before reaching for the nightstand drawer, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but before you can comment on it, he is removing his clothes and rolling the condom onto his length and lining himself up with your cunt. 

he rubs briefly through your folds before pushing in, sinking into your pussy. you let out a loud moan, unafraid to get interrupted by your daughter as rafe copies your moan right back.

“such a perfect pussy for me baby.” rafe coos, beginning to pump his hips forward. you wrap your legs around his hips as he leans forward, pushing until your back is resting against the sheets. he hovers over you, pressing your lips together. 

you moan into his mouth, moving your hips up and down in sync with his thrusts. your bare chests are rubbing together, yours still slightly damp from the bath. your nipples catch as rafe moves, making you whimper.

“so big.” you cry out, hands moving along rafes back, feeling the cords of muscles as they stretch with his movements.

“filling you up real good, huh?” rafe smirks, cocky that he can still get you in this state just from his dick.

“so good.” you turn your head to bite rafes earlobe, tugging on it. “you know,-” you gasp when rafe speeds up. “this is the same position we were in when i got pregnant with poppy.”

you remember the night well, when you ran out of condoms and decided together fuck it, were married, and you were blessed with your little girl soon after.

“yeah? want me to take the condom off mama? fill your belly up again?” rafe asks, moving a thumb to your clit, rubbing it quickly.

“yeah, daddy, yeah i do- fuck!” your back arches off the bed as rafe pumps faster, your body quivering as his thumb strokes you to orgasm, the tightening of your cunt causing him to spill into the condom.

rafe breaths heavily, hips slowly grinding into you as you work through your highs.

rafe pulls out as you try to stop your deep gasps of breaths. he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash can before climbing back onto the bed, flopping down next to you.

“were you serious?” rafe asks.

you don't need any more context to know exactly what rafe is referring to.

“i wouldn't mind having another baby.” you say honestly. “besides, poppy will start kindergarten in around a year, so think about in around nine months having another little one.” you feel yourself already beginning to tear up at the thought, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“oh, baby.” rafe coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you into him. “well, since poppy is still at aunt wheezies…” rafe trails off, moving his hand from your waist lower to cup your pussy. “we can get trying right now.”

“it only took you one try for poppy.” you remind rafe, slinging your leg over rafes body, twisting yourself to sit on top of him, rubbing your cunt over his length.

“yeah…” rafe places his hands on your hips, flipping you over so your back is against the bed. “but maybe i want more than one try.” rafe says as his cock slides back inside of you.

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i dont care what ANYONE says. ZED NECRODOPOLIS IS HOT.

THERE. I SAID IT.

you cannot look at this man and tell me he was not FINEEEEE

milo manheim is hot on his own, but that green hair and pale ass skin did smth to me.

this is coming from the fact my lil cousin put on the zombie movie today when he came over, i was just sat there foaming at the mouth for this man

jj has like a 6th sense for when you want him to eat you out because you get all squirmy and keep sliding his hands up your skirt when your kissing him

and like he knows, but he’s not doing shit unless you ask 🙄 why? because he thinks it’s funny.

you slide his hands up your skirt for what feels like the 10th time in five minutes, sighing against his lips with a frustrated whine when they slide right back down and clasp behind your knees where you’re straddling him.

“that a happy noise or a sad one?” he asks, playing dumb. you pull away from him, watery eyes staring at him pointedly as you try and push his hands up your skirt where you needed him — only for him to fight his hand out, coming up to clasp both of your cheeks instead.

“jayj, you know…” you whimper, and he squishes your cheeks.

“i’m,” he kisses your lips. “not. doing. shit. ‘til. you. use. your. words.” each word is punctuated by a kiss and you groan, gyrating on his lap with the hopes to convince him.

“jayj please…”

“jayj please what?”

“please eat me out.” you quietly request after a pause and he grins, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you round completely so you’re on your back on the couch, making you yelp in surprise.

“there y’are. now was that so hard?” he hooks his fingers into your panties beneath your skirt, starting to drag them downwards as he slides further down your body where you recline.

Thigh Riding

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Pairing: Isaac x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Isaac, Y/N

Description: Isaac is feeling a little mischievous and doesn’t let Y/N get what they want.  

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Exhibitionism

Sub!JJ Maybank x dom!fem!reader

(My work is not to be copied or transfered. However, you may reblog the shit out of it.)

A/n: literally the first thing I've managed to write in what feels like for ever

Warnings: sub!JJ, dry humping, mommy kink, usage of sex toys, exhibitionism (obvi), humiliation kink, degrading, praise kink, unedited,

His constant squirming kept you bitting back a smug grin of obviously enjoyment. You were in public - dinner, a date - and he couldn't stop his clearly uncomfortable fidgeting. Blue eyes widening, lust blown, as you trailed the toe of your maroon stilettos up the inner portion of his thigh. "Behave yourself, beautiful, if you want mommy to take care of you later." The words, whispered seductively, carried only far enough to reach his red tented ears, eliciting a needy whine from your sub. You brought your lips together in a way that feigned shushing him and he sat back, shying against the booth.

"Hi, my name's Lizzy, I'm going to be your server today. What can I get you guys started off with?" The brunette looked from you to your boyfriend, taking in his twitching fingers and bouncing thighs, napkin laid over his lap. She turned to you with concern but you met her gaze with nothing more than a polite smile. You took the opportunity to turn up the remote, watching your waitress's gaze snap back at the audible gasp from your date. "I'll have an ice tea, please, if you don't mind and- JJ?" He looked up at you with tear filled eyes, watching your smirk lift up with amusement. "I- I'll, um, I'll have the same."

You beamed proudly at him, making eye contact before he quickly dropped his back to his lap. You turned back to the waitress to see her staring at you with an odd look. You put on a faux look of sympathy, whispering to her as if revealing a secret. "He's really shy. There's just a lot for him to take in right now, being here." She nodded, lips forming an "o" in understanding. Quickly, her look was replaced with a cheerful smile and she snapped her pad shut after having written down the drinks. "Alright, I'll be right back with those. Do we need menus?" You turned up the vibrations again, watching the way JJ jumped but your waitress seemed to have missed the difference this time.

"No, thank you. We're just going to discuss." She nodded and walked away and you turned back to your boyfriend, taking in his white knuckle grip on the edge of the table. "Please, mommy, please... I- I need it." His eyes found yours, bottom lip bitten to the point of drawing a bead of blood. Your face softened but as your foot came back up to graze his bulge he could tell it wasn't genuine. "Need what, baby? More bread sticks? I'm sure we can ask our waitress." His eyes were pleading, lip trembling with desperation. "Please." It was so faint, carried on a breathless exhale at best. "Rut against my foot, J. That's all you're getting."

He slid up in the booth, hissing as your pointed toe pressurized against his bulge. You reached for another bread stick, slowly nibbling away at it as he started rubbing himself against you through the confinements of his slacks. You glanced over the restaurant, taking in the laughing faces of couples, some less happy than others it seemed as one girl got up and stormed out. You watched her go, turning back to the confused face of the man she had been dining with. Your own company made a needy little sound and your turned to him, knit brows telling you he was close. It hadn't even been three minutes.

"Aww, is my little boy close already? You like humping mommy's foot that much, babe?" He flushed deep with embarrassment and you laughed. Of course, you knew he didn't really have some sort of fetish for the thing, no. He was just desperate and needing for any form of relief he could get. If that meant humping your foot, he'd take it. "Are you going to make a mess for me? Let me feel you cum under my foot and then sit there in soaked boxers for the rest of dinner?" Your words set him off and he gasped loudly, though thankfully the noise was swallowed by the buzz of the busy restaurant. You felt him twitch and throb beneath your shoe, hips bucking a bit more sporadically now than they had been. He was making a scene and yet no one else seemed to notice.

Finally he stopped humping you and slumped back in his seat, hands still gripping the table until you finally turned off the toy and gave him some relief. You leaned forwards across the table and eyed the large cum stain on his slacks, amusement bubbling from your chest in a teasing giggle. His eyes were half closed in a post orgasmic haze and you grinned. Reaching your hand across the table to offer him the last bite of your bread stick. He took it obediently, blossoming a fuzzy feeling beneath the prideful smile you gave him. Then your waitress returned and put a damper on the moment. "Okay, here are your drinks and- are we ready to order yet?"

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I wrote this in part 1 but I wanted to include it here as well. This story is Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N. It contains swearing and eventual smut which I will write at the top of the chapter so you are aware.

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Hot Head

Warnings: unprotected sex, blackmail

He was always like this after a fight. It was like a fire was burning inside him and he failed to get all that pent up aggression out on the Kooks face. JJ was a ticking time bomb. That’s why he’s got you bent over a counter in some randoms basement in the middle of a party raging upstairs.

He’s not gentle. He never is.

His cock reaches spot you’d never felt before and you have to fight to keep from moaning like a porn star as he pounds your pussy like meat. Like it’s nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.

In a way it is. You owed him for not turning you over to the police when he figured out that you were the one stealing from local shops. Heywards and The Wreck included. Especially given who your father was. So JJ offered up another way for you to repay your debt. A way to buy his silence.

“Fuck.” JJ growls, fisting your dress at your back as he pulls you back into blow after blow. His cock was so thick and deep that you knew you’d be sore for days. Maybe even waddle when you walked.

You’d never admit you liked this side of him. The side that wasn’t in control. The side that only you saw. Sure he was reckless and impulsive with his friends but they didn’t know how he cools down after a run in with a Kook or a beating from his dad. He was an animal. And you were prey.

“I’m gonna cum.” You pant softly, savoring the way your body tightens painfully around the member inside you. JJ growls, his hands leaving a bruising grip on your hips as he fucks you faster.

“Don’t cum without me.” JJ snaps, although it’s more of a plead. He loves releasing the same time you do. When the sensitivity hits and you’re both sporting watery eyes.

“JJ—.”

“Wait. Wait for me.” He hunches more over your back, his hips still setting a brutal pace against the swells of your ass, your panties hanging in tears around one of your thighs because he’s an impatient caveman.

“Fuck. I’m cumming. Cum with me. Come on, I know you can do it.” JJ groans loudly, throwing his head back as you stifle your own cries with a hand over your mouth. Your toes curl and your eyes roll back as his hold on your hips tightens. You always had bruises from him. He stills and you’re finally given a moment to catch your breath.

You’d never get tired of that. The way your bodies erupt together. The way his heavy breathing hits your ear when he bends over your back to catch his own breath. JJ’s lips brush your shoulder before he straightens, slipping free from your sore pussy.

“Until next time.” JJ clears his throat, swatting your ass with his palm before disappearing up the basement stairs and leaving you to clean up another mess.