Stealing Rafe’s Juul As A Prank And He Literally Goes Insane And You’re Like 😟

Study Session

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Reader.

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT, swearing, PIV, switch!Ethan, oral (m receiving), handjob, blowjob, grinding.

Summary: How can he focus on his studies without a clear mind? That’s all Ethan Landry needed.

Everybody who had met Ethan Landry knew of his strong dedication to his studies and high grades.

Whether it be something he enjoys doing or not, he had made it a clear point that he was determined to pass his upcoming Economics Final - even if that meant he’d need to study with you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending time with you! No, he adored it - loved it even. But how could he possibly stay focused on his work when you were constantly running your mouth at him? You were oblivious, laying on Ethan’s bed with a bored frown etched onto your features, fingers mindlessly picking at the fabric of his bed sheets.

“Ethan,” you had drawled, voice low as you groaned. “How much longer?”

It hadn’t been too long. The last time you had asked, he was sure to let you know he would be at least ten more minutes.

That was twenty-three minutes ago.

With a frustrated sigh, Ethan closed his eyes briefly and leant back onto the headboard, his hands reaching up to rub at his face in annoyance.

“Please, baby. I can’t concentrate when you’re constantly distracting me. I need to get this finished,” was all he said, looking over to the girl who was still lounged carelessly over his sheets. Maybe if it weren’t for the fact that he was running purely on anxiety for the upcoming finals, he might’ve accepted your offer to take a break the first time you had asked.

You sigh as you grudgingly sat up, eyeing him. “When was the last time you slept? I haven’t even seen you once put down your textbook.”

“Last night,” he was quick to answer. “After I was done studying.”

You raised a brow. “And what time was that?”

He didn’t need to answer for you to know it was most likely way later than usual. You could tell from the slight bags under his eyes and the annoyance radiating from him.

“You’re grumpy today, E.”

He let out a long sigh, a pause before he responded. “I’m sorry, alright? But I really need to learn this within the next three days.”

You crawled up to his side when he let out yet another groan, hugging into his side as you inhaled his scent, pressing a small kiss onto his arm, and then another. Slowly trailing the kisses higher to his shoulder.

If he couldn’t learn to take breaks and relax himself, you’d be the one to show him.

“Just a small break, E… just for now,” you pleaded, adjusting your body so that it was now facing him, your soft lips peppering gently over his skin and slowly going up to his neck. “A break is all you need.”

You could practically feel his frustrations slipping away as you sucked at the spot just below his ear, tasting him on your lips as his hot breath brushed her cheek, causing shivers to erupt throughout your body in waves. You were quick to throw a leg over his own, now sitting on top of him so as to not let him pull away. Not that he could now; being far too gone into the many kisses you were littering over his skin.

When you felt his own lips begin to wander, you turned and collided yours against his in a deep kiss. Whilst desperate breaths mingled together, you pulled away briefly to nip at his bottom lip with your teeth, earning yourself a small gasp when his hands began to travel underneath your top.

The sudden desire washed over the both of you, and it was when you pushed against his shoulder that the both of you broke apart.

“Lay down,” you said, watching the way his swollen lips parted as if he was going to speak, but did as he was told nevertheless. He stayed quiet.

He adjusted his body from beneath you so that he was now lying flat on the bed, gazing back up at you with a blush that soon reached his ears.

When you began to grind down onto him through your pants, you could feel the growing erection forming from in his jeans, his attempts at staying quiet long forgotten the more you rocked your hips.

You could feel him against you, hard and straining as you attempted to gain more friction, wetness pooling between your thighs with every sweet moan of pleasure that escaped his lips. Despite his obvious attempts at letting you keep control, his hips subconsciously lift and buck into yours.

“Please, baby,” Ethan moaned as his hands pawed at your thighs, his nails digging into your soft flesh. You couldn’t help but to smile at him.

Your hands were already tugging at his shirt when you said, “Let me take care of you.”

Both of your clothes were off in seconds, tossed onto the floor carelessly and forgotten. It was almost funny to think that Ethan was obviously bigger than you, and yet he still laid a mess beneath your form.

His hair was a matted mess, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his chest, and his cock lay throbbing and begging to be touched against his abs. The sight of him in such a position caused for warmth to flood throughout your body and travel straight to your core.

Your hand trailed up slowly from his thigh and grasped onto the base of his length, and you watched as his hips bucked up unconsciously into your hand, a moan escaping him as you began to slowly pump him.

You couldn’t help but to admire the deep frown set on his face as he stared at your moving hand, lips parted and inhaling harsh breaths with every small tug you gave. You leant your head down, feeling his gaze on you as his tip grazed your lips.

“Please,” he whined, his hand going to grasp at your hair when you pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. As soon as you felt his hand grasp tighter into your locks, you let out a choked moan as you took him into your warm mouth.

You let his tight grip stay on you as you began to bob your head, ensuring that your tongue swirled along his length and every vein you could find. You took pleasure in hearing his whines and desperate pleas for you to continue, begging you for release.

You pulled back, then took him in further, your eyes watering at the gag threatening to escape. Hallowing your cheeks, you tried your best to do what you knew Ethan loved - and it worked.

Just as he was getting closer to his climax, the slight throb in your mouth telling you he was close, you forced yourself to pull away.

He cried out, his hips lifting in a poor attempt at chasing the friction, cock red and covered in your saliva.

“Fuck, please no, I wasn’t done,” Ethan cried, and you noticed how his cheeks were now flushed and his hair now slightly stuck to his forehead.

You gave him one final kiss, straddling his waist once again as you positioned yourself above him, eagerly guiding his length to your wet entrance.

Ethan had seemed to think you were taking too long, because he jerked his hips as you began to sink down onto him, the both of you letting out breathy moans upon the contact. He started to lift his hips up into you over and over again, and you let him without a second thought. The pleasure soon became overwhelming as you felt his hands grasp tightly at your waist.

Whilst his gaze began to wander, so did his hands. He mindlessly grabbed at whatever he could; that being a hand at your hip and another grasping at your left breast.

“Oh fuck-“ Ethan breathed, his eyes raking over your body with each bounce you made on his dick. The lovestruck grin mixed with his pleasure caused for his eyes to flutter.

He was suddenly pushing his hand against your hip, your movements slowing despite the whine that left the both of you.

“I want to move. Let me do some,” Ethan spoke, and you could only nod as he carefully manoeuvred your body so that you were lying beneath him, his frame now towering over your form as you watched the muscles of his arms flex above you.

He was quick to place himself back inside your cunt and start snapping his hips at a desperate pace, the sound of skin slapping skin and the loud panting filling the small room. Your hands racked at his back, feeling it flex beneath your fingers, and you were sure that if you clawed him any harder, you would have drawn blood.

His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, lips and teeth attacking your flesh and causing your eyes to roll. His smell crowded your senses, and his body was all you could feel. You hadn’t even realised that your legs had gone to wrap around his waist until you were bringing him closer, his moans and whines going straight to your core and another rush of arousal to pool.

You gasped when a particularly harsh snap of his hips met yours. “Please, Ethan!”

Your gaze wandered over his face despite your vision being blurred with tears, his brows drawn in tight concentration and a bead of sweat rolling from his forehead.

His jaw clenched, revealing more of his sharp jawline, and your eyes wandered to find the few hidden moles that littered his skin.

With every small movement Ethan made, his muscles flexed from above you. A part of you wished to reach out and touch them, feel them move beneath your fingers if it weren’t for your hands already preoccupied and clawing at his chest.

His notebooks and laptop were now long gone, fallen off the bed in a heap, yet it didn’t faze either of you, too caught up in the burning pleasure that was catching up.

You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to go faster or to slow down, and it seemed he didn’t know either - his eyes closed tightly and his hips stuttering, growing sloppier and out of rhythm. He was close, and so were you.

You could feel the coil in your stomach churn, begging for at least a bit more friction, and without another thought your fingers found your clit.

“I’m close,” I moaned, only earning a quick nod of the head from Ethan before his hips were speeding up again. His moans and whines grew louder, adding to your pleasure as his hips stuttered to a jerking halt, both of your climaxes washing over you.

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head and your hips bucked automatically into his, an attempt at finding any friction to ride out your high. Ethan was shaking above you with his mouth left agape, gaze trained on your face as you both eventually came down.

“Is that why you wanted my attention for so long?” Ethan panted, to which you lazily laughed.

“Am I not allowed to have my boyfriend's attention?”

Ethan merely rolled his eyes but leaned down to press one more kiss to your nose before he carefully pulled out, both of your release spilling out onto the sheets below you.

“We’ll clean it up later,” you told him, pulling him down to lay beside you. “For now I just want you to rest.”

This time, he didn’t think to argue with you, legs tangled together as you gently stroked through his hair with your hand, the rest of the night filled with sweet kisses and care.

I NEED MORE OF STEPDAD!RAFE PLEASE

“Your-too big..” You tried to run, gripping the baby pink silk sheets between your fists. Your stepdad’s fat cock stretching your tiny cunt open.

A large hand gripped your fleshy hip, squeezing it tightly as his other hand gripped the back of your neck to pull you back. Why are you running? You can take it.” His tone rough as he watched his massive length slide into your creamy hole.

Your head felt fuzzy as Rafe began speeding his thrusts up, your toes curling from the further stretch. “Daddy-..” You cried out, only to get shushed by is hand coming over your mouth.

“Your mom is asleep in the other room. She doesn’t need to know that I’m plowing your perfect little pussy.” His whisper even sounding demanding. He pulled out in one swift movement, flipping you onto your back so that he could see you. Your face was makeup free but still looked gorgeous, pink in the cheeks from being flushed. He watched your eyes roll back as he sunk all nine inches back into you again, your lips falling open in a silent scream.

“Shit.. princess take your stepdad’s big fucking cock. Fucking take it, slut.” Rafe spat as your tight cunt clenched around him over and over.

You wanted to scream, his filthy words making your pussy soak his cock the more he bruised your hole. “Daddy.. please.” You gasped.

The ring hand came to your throat, not letting you get another word out. “One more fucking word slut.. and you’ll regret teasing me all day so that I’d come fuck you.”

more ethan requests you say??? dont mind if i do🙏

maybe studying w ethan for school but he keeps getting distracted by readers lip gloss and her lowcut shirt and eventually r notices and is like " :( poor bby" and a make out session(and hj???) ensues

ur the best ily MWAH

hi ily thank you for the request 🫶 making out but no nsfw!

"Okay, so..." You start working through a problem, Ethan picking up his pen to follow along. Both of your pens work down sheets of paper, but your conversation has wandered away from math and onto other things. Ethan has just made you laugh when he makes the mistake of looking to his left at you - and his focus on the work in front of him completely breaks.

You look as gorgeous as you ever do and your lips, pulled up in a smile as you look at Ethan, are coated with shiny color. His eyes linger on you even as you turn back towards your notebook and Ethan has to force his eyes back, too.

But that shirt you're wearing is making it very, very difficult.

Ethan shakes his head to clear it, willing himself to bring himself back into the conversation you're currently having with yourself. He smiles when you start to tease him for his forgetfulness; most recently, how he showed up half an hour late to a hangout because he forgot which train to take.

"Okay, it was one time!" Ethan insists with a scoff (though he bites back a smile).

"And how many times have you gotten lost this year?"

Ethan groans.

"Okay, this month?"

Ethan gives you a look while he watches you laugh. He can't even pretend to be annoyed when you look like that. "You're cruel."

"You love me."

"I do."

You smile, looking at Ethan shyly. It's not often that he's the one making you flustered, a certain pride in your chest knowing that you usually hold that power. But sometimes, Ethan's honesty gets you worked up in the worst way - mostly because Ethan isn't even aware he's doing it.

You hit his shoulder lightly. "Focus." And you're back to your notebook, but Ethan's pen doesn't move.

"Hey, you were getting me off-topic," he protests, trying to pay attention to the paper in front of him.

"It's not my fault you can't multi-task," you call.

Ethan grumbles. "I can totally multi-task."

He really can't.

It's quiet for a while, but it's comfortable. Ethan will occasionally hear you hum or mumble something under your breath as the two of you work and he lets himself look, just take a glance.

That was his biggest mistake.

Ethan watches your face scrunch in concentration, watch you bite your bottom lip.

He turns back to his notebook quickly, but it's too late. All he can think about is what your lip gloss tastes like.

A few minutes (probably a few seconds, but it feels like minutes to Ethan) pass and Ethan can't help another glance.

This time, you're resting an arm on Ethan's desk and you're pressing yourself close - to get a better view of your homework, Ethan's sure, but the angle you're in brings his attention to the low cut of your shirt.

Ethan feels blood rush through his body and he pulls his eyes away, face warm and red. He glances at your face, just to check if you've noticed his staring. You haven't, thank god, and Ethan can't help but steal one more look before turning back to his notebook.

Oh, he is so done for.

He's trying to block out distraction, trying to focus back on his work. He's blocked you out, too, in the process - Ethan doesn't realize you're talking to him until you're shaking his shoulder.

"Ethan," you groan. "Are you on 12e yet?" Your arm has wound around Ethan's, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder to take a look at his work. "Ethan! You're not even on number five yet?"

You sigh, separating from Ethan and turning back to your paper. You're on your own.

Ethan misses the contact immediately, scooting his chair over to wrap his arms around your waist. "I can still help," Ethan offers, eyes finding 12e and reading through the problem.

"No," you sigh. "I should do it on my own."

Ethan frowns, pulls you around to face him. "I can just do it for you," he grins. He'd really like for you to forget all about your homework.

You giggle. "Very sweet, but you can't take my tests for me."

Ethan sighs. "I wish I could."

There's really no way you can look away from him now.

"You're cute." You cup Ethan's face with one of your hands, the other resting on his chair, next to his leg, to support yourself as you lean forward. Ethan shifts as you lean in, swallowing thickly as you get dangerously close to your face. Your lips look even prettier up close and Ethan stares until the very last second, only shutting his eyes when he feels your shiny lips on him. The kiss is soft and quick and it leaves a little bit of sticky residue on his lips.

"Sorry," you laugh, trying to wipe off the transferred lip gloss. Ethan blinks hazily as your hand holds his chin, thumb rubbing his lip.

"'S okay," he mumbles out.

You're so close he's getting dizzy. Ethan gulps. His face brightens. You can feel his cheeks warm from under your fingers and you look at him curiously.

"What's wrong?" You ask curiously.

Ethan burns. "N-nothing." Very convincing.

You tilt your head and you look so perfect. Ethan sighs. "You're just... so pretty."

"Really?" There's a little humor in your voice. You're not wearing anything special today, just casual jeans and a shirt. You look down at your outfit to see if it's somehow changed between the time you got dressed to now but you don't see anything particularly extraordinary.

But you can tell you won't be getting any work done, not when you've somehow becomes the biggest obstacle between Ethan and homework.

"Aw," you grin, taking Ethan's face in your hands. "Would a kiss make you feel better?" You offer with a grin Ethan can't see.

Ethan smiles shyly. "Please?"

How could you refuse?

You kiss Ethan slowly, though they don't stay that way for long. Each kiss grows in intensity and his eyelashes flutter when you kiss him again, deeper than last time. You tilt his head and he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

Your lips are off his and leaving sticky kisses on Ethan's face (though, by now, more of your lip gloss is on him than it is on you). Ethan is looking at you desperately, pulling you in for another open-mouthed kiss, giving you a chance to place your tongue in his mouth.

Ethan makes another sound and the next time your lips disconnect, the both of you are breathing heavily.

You thumb at Ethan's lips again, admiring the little bit of shine left on them.

Ethan's eyes flutter shut again, lips parting slightly, but your fingers on his lips make his eyes open immediately.

"That's due tomorrow," you whisper, motioning to the abandoned work.

Ethan groans.

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Not A Quitter

Pairings: stepbro!JJ x stepsis!reader

Warnings: MDNI, unsolicited dick pic, stepcest, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both receive), slight dark JJ at the end, etc.

Summary: stepbro JJ accidentally sends you a dick pic meant for someone else

Authors Note: Hi! Another Random Dick Pic! Please don't click unless you are 18+!!! Proceed at your own risk! Unedited, sorry if it's terrible, this was a quick finish up from my drafts.

You were just trying to study in your room peacefully. The lyrics to 18 by One Direction filled your ears as you were writing down notes for your exam in history class tomorrow.

As your favorite part was coming up, you paused so you could sing along to it. You were waiting to hear Niall's 'we took a chonce' but it never came. A notification had interrupted it. You received a snap from your step-brother JJ. He probably wanted to know what you were going to make for dinner since your mom and his dad were out.

You clicked on the picture not expecting what you saw next.

🔥Jayj🔥:

(Authors Note: MDNI!!! This is a RANDOM dick pic I found online. Please proceed at your own risk.)

"Whatcha doin tonight baby?"

*Y/N POV*

I knew it was meant for someone else but he really turned me on. I figured he didn't even notice yet. This was probably so bad of me but it felt really good to do this.

I took my top off and snapped him back with a picture of my tits. Next thing I know I hear a few slams and what I assume is JJ running to my room. "What the fuck??" He said exploding into my room like I did something wrong. I was still sitting topless at my desk. "Why did you send me a picture of your tits??" He questioned but it looked like he was starting to blush. "Why did you send me a picture of your dick??" I yelled back at him. His face went pale. "What do you mean?!" JJ seemed very anxious at this point. "You sent me a picture of your big cock and asked what I was doing." I gave him doe eyes after my statement, but I could tell he couldn't keep his eyes on anything but my 38DD's.

"I-I didn't mean to send that to you I'm sorry." JJ looked softly at me bending down to his knees when he realized I was a little upset. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy what I saw, or what I'm still seeing, it was just, my picture was meant to go to Kiara." I still hung my head low. "Hey you're gorgeous, and I love your tits, they are so perky and fucking perfect." He said reaching out his hands to touch them and I let him. "So...fucking...perfect." I looked into his eyes. I could tell something was bugging him.

"What's wrong?" I begged, wanting to know what was clouding that beautiful head of his. "I just- I'm getting nowhere with Kie and I still sent that shit anyway, knowing I'd be alone in my room, playing with myself." He tried to look down but I wouldn't let him. I tilted his head back up with my pointer finger. "I can help you Jayj." I say almost too fast. "But wouldn't that be wrong? We are step siblings now." He had a point but so did I. "True, but we aren't blood related, and you break the rules 24/7. Plus are you really going to turn down getting your dick sucked, and possibly more?" His eyes widened as I continued my statement. "And, you just fondled my tits, I think it's a little too late to worry about being step siblings." I let out a small chuckle.

He let an awkward pause sit between my last speech and what he did next. JJ put his hands on both sides of my face pulling me into the deepest kiss I've ever had. His lips never left mine as he started pulling my shorts and panties off. Before I could say anything his hand snaked between my legs and his fingers started toying with my clit. He pulled our lips apart and rested his forehead on mine while I moaned for him.

"You're already so wet for me baby." My eyes were closed but I could see his dumbass smirk in my head. He slipped his finger between my folds, but never went further. This bitch was teasing me. My eyes were pinched shut, hoping for more contact. Next thing I know, I feel his warm, wet tongue slowly lap at my clit. I couldn't help but lightly hump his tongue. "More...Jayj-" I moaned out. He reached up and grabbed my right boob which caused me to look down at him. I was greeted with the darkest, sexiest, hungriest, pair of eyes I have ever seen, and they were between my thighs. Without taking his eyes off mine he licked my clit back and forth painfully slowly. I went to shut my eyes again when I felt a sting on my pussy, he had just slapped it which of course got my attention. "Eyes on me princess." That was almost enough to send me over the edge. He went back to my clit, sucking on it this time and actually inserting a finger. I was a moaning mess for him. He loved every minute of it. He also loved hearing his name or his nickname slip from my lips. "Jayj- I'm-Im close."

I shouldn't have said a word. He stopped everything he was doing immediately after I said that. I frowned and whined at the lack of contact.

Without saying anything he got up and tossed me over his shoulder, taking me to my bed and playfully throwing me onto it. Before he got on the bed with me he undressed himself which was very pleasant to watch. I know I just saw his dick over Snapchat, but damn it was even better in person. He was on his knees on the bed in front of me. His hand found the back of my head and lightly nudged me forward. "Come here princess, help me out a little."

My lips met his tip, giving a few small pecks before slowly taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around which resulted in JJ throwing his head back. He gripped my hair and began pushing down so I would go up and down.

(A/N: A little background information, if you wanna skip go to the next A/N.)

I did whatever this man wanted me to do. I had always liked JJ, even before our parents met. We were actually the reason they met. JJ and I have been best friends since middle school and with all the trouble we used to get into, our parents met several times. We grew a bit apart because of them deciding to marry each other. JJ and I had a weird..thing going on before our parents became a couple. Sometimes when we were curious we would go to each other and see what would happen. Nothing ever really came from it other than lots of kissing and sometimes some heavy petting. We called all of that off two years ago though. When he had come to the conclusion that he couldn't have me anymore, he ran to Kiara, and she was ready for that immediately. Everything was going great for them I guess, other than now, she's not even really responding to his messages.

(A/N: End of Information.)

When he was near his breaking point, I released my mouth and laid on my back. He crawled on top of me, starting a little make out session. I couldn't help my hand from finding his cock and rubbing him as we kissed. "Here baby, let's get you in a nice position." He flipped me over into doggystyle. This man was not wasting time anymore. He stuck his cock inside me as soon as I flipped over. We gasped in unison as he slipped himself into my tight pussy. "Are you trying to make me bust right now?" He let out a little chuckle which made my response a giggle. "Didn't take you for a one minute quitter Maybank." I had to tease him, I knew it would stir him up and in turn I would get dicked down harder.

And I did.

Without saying a word he began pulling my hips back to meet his. He was defending his honor, no one insulted him in such a way. He grabbed my hair and tied it around his hand, pulling me back far enough to feel some strain. He pounded harder making sure I would remember every detail from this moment. I couldn't stop my moan from exploding out of my mouth. "What was that baby? Is this too much for you? You wanna quit, slut?" I knew what he was fucking doing. He's not slick, I mean he is but not like that. "I'm not a quitter, unlike you." This riled him up even more. He went harder, spanking me until my ass was nearly bleeding. My vision was foggy and I knew nothing but pleasure. He only went harder and faster with every thrust. "Fuck I'm g-gonna cum." I barely got out. Before he could even react, I came all over his dick. Damn it. He didn't finish yet. I was tossed onto my back, into missionary, without his dick ever exiting me.

I felt a hot sting on my cheek. "Did I say you could cum, slut?!" It was almost difficult to take JJ so seriously while calling me that. He continued fucking my tight hole, I was already very sensitive so tears began to prick at my eyes. "N-no.." He lightly tapped my sensitive nub, repeatedly. "Then why did you?" JJ asked with a stern voice, keeping his quick pace. "I don't know, I'm sorry." "You're gonna be sorry slut, cause we aren't done yet." His thrusts were getting sloppy so I knew he was close. Eventually he came inside me, making sure he shoved all the cum that slipped out, right back in.

I started breathing and getting comfortable in bed. "What do you think you're doing princess?" He asked with that same harsh tone. "Getting ready for bed." I was a little confused. "I said, we. aren't. done. yet." He settled behind me reaching his arms out in front of me. "But you-u" "Oh, are you quitting?" He smirked. This bitch. "Game on." We went all night long. Needless to say, I think we are both very competitive.

just a taste 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

babydaddy!jj + babymama!reader

warnings: nipple play, lactation, mention of pregnancy

word count: 514

jj couldn't help but stare at the way your enlarged breasts sat in the tank top you wore, your nipples peeking through as the faint drops of milk drench little wet spots.

if he was a farmer, he would have milked you dry by now, but he wasn't sure if you'd even be into the idea. though, seeing you waddle around with his infant inside you, stomach blown up with your hair messily sitting on your head as if you hadn't cared for it in days, he couldn't help but be painfully hard in his boxers.

as you sat in the bed, putting pillows behind you to prop yourself up, he gently settled beside you, rubbing on your stomach as he kissed down your neck.

as one of his hands settles on your hip, the other trails down to squeeze your sensitive breast, earning a low moan from your lips.

"j, what are you doing?" your breath was ragged as he massaged you, his eyes darkening as he settled on your soft expression, your eyes closed, jaw slack and your eyebrows furrowed.

"i been looking at these milkers all day--i want a taste mama."

he uses his strength to pull you on his lap, pulling your weighed down tits out of your top.

"god, they're so big~" he groaned, holding both of your tits into his hands. his hands squeeze you, his thumb circling over your nipples as the buds harden from his touch.

"you’re so fucking full, baby. so soft...i can't stop thinking about it--just one taste mama, please?"

"is this not weird j? i dont know..."

he's salivating so heavily, his tongue brushing over his lips as he stares as your leaking buds, small drips falling onto your tummy.

"baby, these were my tits first--worshipping whats mine is never weird. so, just relax, and let me have taste."

as your body eases, jj 's tongue swirls over the tender nipples of your breasts, latching on as he practically drools from the contact. as this happens, your body arches into him, your head thrown back as your jaw goes slack from the sensation of him sucking the drops of milk he could from your tits.

"f-fuck, jj slow down..." you whimpered, but his yearning for your juices overruled the pleasurable pain you felt from his sucking. jj begins to move his hips, his aching cock pulsating with pre-cum as he rubs himself against you, almost as if he's getting off from draining your tits.

"so sweet," he murmurs, his mouth latched onto the breast closest to him as his cheek lies on the plump fat of your chest, as if he's the child himself. his large hand massaging the other as he drinks up.

your soft sounds encourage him even more, his cock close to coming in his own boxers just off the sweet, milky taste of your liquid in his mouth. small dribbles fall down his chin as he looks up at you with desperate eyes.

you cursed under your breath as you looked down at him, almost as desperate as he is. "is it really this good babe?"

"mhm' mama, i have to fuck you now--wanna feel your milk on my tongue while i make you cum."

older stepsis!reader jerking off rafe and he’s just a whimpering and crying mess but rose and ward are in the room next to them, and reader keeps telling rafe to shut up because he wouldn’t want his parents to hear how much of a slut he is for his stepsister right?

(im the anon btw who said i had an thought about sub!rafe 😭)

he’s trying his hardest to stay quiet, he really is, but the task is proving to be impossible as rafe sits with his legs spread out on the loveseat in your room, head lulled back between his shoulders as you fist his cock in your hand.

he can hardly sit still, constantly bucking his hips and readjusting himself in the seat as you drag and twist your hand skillfully up and down his hard shaft. occasionally, you’d let a string of saliva drop down onto his pink tip, added lubrication for your palm, which would quickly smooth the saliva out around his cock.

you were doing a pretty good job of keeping quiet, aside from the tiny moans you’d let out here and there. you always got off on pleasuring others, but you toned down your arousal now, careful as to not alert the wandering ears on the lower level of the house.

your step-brother on the other hand, was not doing as good of a job. no matter how many times you scolded him, slapping at his thighs or tugging at what hair you could reach on the top of his head from your position on the floor, rafe couldn’t help but groan out, whimpering even. it was all too much for him, but it was just pathetic to you.

“can you shut the fuck up?” you taunted, eyes sporting a devious glint as you glared up at him lustfully from your knees. “god, can’t even think about taking you in my mouth, you’re just too fucking loud.”

rafe gritted his teeth, hands gripping the sides of the sofa beneath him as he let out another loud groan. “m’trying, you just-ah-you know what you’re doing.”

“ehh, i don’t think you’re trying hard enough.” you taunted, pairing your words with a doe-eyed look as you kept you eyes fixed on your step-brother. you allowed your thumb to smooth over his tip softly, teasingly.

your palm came to a halt when rafe let out a particularly loud groan, and you both heard a stirring in the room on the other side of the wall. “guess i should just stop,” you shrugged, and rafe struggled to right his breathing again.

“no,” he blurted out, and you raised an eyebrow at his eagerness. “i-i’ll be quiet, swear.”

you smirked devilishly up at him, allowing your hand to replenish it’s movements from moments ago. “good boy. wouldn’t want your daddy to find out how much of a slut you are for your step-sister, right?”

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For the freaks

Ben Plunkett x Afab! Reader

Warnings: Smut Headcanons, Slight Somnophilia, Oral (both giving and receiving) Riding, Inexperience, Ben being a sub cus I said so. I think that's it.

Such a sweet shy boy. Def a virgin but he wouldn't mind you changing that.

Let me start this off with something that's been playing in my head on repeat all day, waking him up with head. 😫 I just know he would be all confused and blushing, a deep shade of red covering his whole face, ears, and down his neck.

"baby- what are you doing?" Said through whines and whispers. (Imma just go put myself in time out) His hands coming down to pull your hair back as he watches the silhouette of your head bob from under the blanket.

He whimper and you can NOT tell me otherwise. This man is a sub and is not ashamed of it.... Okay he's very ashamed and embarrassed but like it's your job to tell him it's okay.

Very inexperienced and I mean VERY. He seems like the type to be scared to watch porn so be patient with him.

Once he figures out what he's doing he's not shy to give you a little something something 😏 He would rather succumb to lockjaw than stop eating your pretty pussy. (Again time out)

Will whine and pout if you try to pull him away. "Just need you to give me one more baby, please, just one more." Said with your juices dripping down his chin.

He loves having you on top of him. Watching your tits bounce as you ride him, worshipping your body. Hands roaming nervously, not exactly knowing where to go.

Knocks the fuck out after. I mean deep sleep but only if you're cuddled up to him.

(okay I'm done 😊 bye bye 👋🏻)

"Baby's Day Out" - Rafe Cameron x Trophy Wife!Reader

a/n: @howyouloveyourdragon and @aemonddtargaryen keep encouraging my rafe obsession so dedicating this to them, ya nasties 🩷

Summary: Rafe loves it when you get pretty for him. He just doesn't love that it involves you being away from him.

Word Count: 2,560

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, breeding kink, baby trapping, mirror sex, soft dark!rafe, possessive/toxic rafe, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Rafe Cameron knows he isn’t the best at making decisions. No, he wouldn’t admit that to anyone on the planet, but deep down, he knows it. The best decision he’s ever made, however, one that he knows he’ll never regret, is marrying you. His adoring little wife. High school sweethearts, he made sure to lock you down the moment your father gave him permission to propose. The two of you were practically Outer Banks royalty, the king and queen of Figure Eight.

He adores you. He loves showering you with affection and gifts, spending on you lavishly without a care in the world. And you? You return that affection to him tenfold, something he’s never experienced in all his life. No one has ever loved him the way you do, made him feel wanted or needed the way you do. His pretty baby girl, his darling wife. The only thing that irks him?

The fact that you have a life outside of him.

Rafe is possessive. He knows he can take it too far. And he often does. He hates whenever another man so much as looks at you, hates when you show anyone attention or affection other than him. He tries so goddamn hard to be good for you and not let it show, but his blood boils at the thought of someone stealing you away. Today is no exception. He’s just gotten back from playing a round with Topper at the Island Club, only to see you getting ready to leave the house, looking like a fucking five course meal in those tight little pink yoga pants that hug your ass, your thighs. And that matching sports bra that your gorgeous tits are almost spilling out of. You have your Chanel sunglasses on your head as you apply that Dior lip oil that always has your plush lips looking so kissable, rushing over to him when you hear the door shut.

“Rafey!” You coo, embracing him and then moving to pour him a glass of lemonade, “Have a good game?”

He nods, grinning at you, “It was great, baby, just wish I had my favorite little cheerleader there.”

You giggle, leaning against his palm when he strokes your cheek, “You know me. I don’t like being perceived before ten in the morning. And I hate outdoor sports,” you wrinkle your nose in that way he finds absolutely adorable, “You have to get all sweaty and hot and disgusting.”

“I could get sweaty and hot and disgusting for you,” Rafe smirks, his hands moving to grab at your hips, pulling you flush up against him, only for his jaw to drop when you squirm out of his grip and tell him that you can’t right now, “Wha- What do you mean? Where are you going, baby?”

“I have my pilates class and then I’m going shopping and to the spa with Wheezie,” you chirp, hanging your purse on your shoulder, quickly applying another coat of lip oil, “Remember, I told you about this yesterday?”

He knits his brows together, knowing you probably told him and that he was too busy either fucking you or thinking about fucking you to pay attention. He lets out an annoyed little huff, grumbling to himself, asking if you really have to go.

“I wanted to spend time with my wife. Wanted to have a little fun with you,” Rafe moves to grab at your ass, squeezing your soft flesh in his hands, making you shake your head, pecking his cheek.

“You’re always in the mood. Love ya, bye.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rafe shakes his head, pulling you back toward him, his lips grazing against your shoulder blade, “You smell nice.”

You giggle at the feeling of his hands tracing your upper arms, holding you so tight, “I know. It’s Chanel. You bought it.”

Rafe bites down on your shoulder, grinding his cock against your ass, groaning at the feeling of your body against his, “Worth every penny. You smell fucking delicious. Don’t want anyone smelling you like this, baby.”

You roll your eyes, turning to face him, arms wrapping around his neck as you smile, “Rafey, don’t be all jealous. I’m gonna get waxed and my nails and hair done, get a massage and all exfoliated for you,” you coo, batting your lashes at him, “Don’t you want me to look good for you, Daddy?”

“So you’re getting everything done,” Rafe questions, raising a brow, leaning in to whisper, “Including the…”

“Brazilian? Of course.”

Your words go straight to his cock, mind running wild with visions of you and him after your little spa day. Rafe lets out a quiet groan before nodding, allowing you to squirm out of his arms, fixing your clothes.

““Fuck, fuck, okay. You… Fuck. Text me when you get there,” Rafe demands, watching you walk out toward the pink Mercedes he bought you for an anniversary present, “And send me pictures of your nails! You know I like seeing them!”

“Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, blowing him a kiss as you drive off, only to squeal with delight when you see the bouquet of pink roses on your passenger seat, “Rafey!”

He chuckles, waving you off, watching as you speed toward the Island Club, already missing you something terrible.

Rafe knows it’s ridiculous, but he checks your location on Snapchat every two goddamn seconds. He can’t lose you. You’re the only good thing in his life and he’s going to keep you with him no matter what. He’s not the only one who sees your value. He knows that. He’s the one who put a ring on your finger, but that doesn’t stop assholes like JJ or John B giving you an appreciative once-over whenever they see you. He fucking hates it. He sees that you’ve posted a selfie on your instagram at your pilates class, looking like a fucking model. And, of course, JJ, Pope, and John B have all commented on it.

It takes every inch of self restraint in Rafe not to throw his phone across the room. He inhales sharply through his nose, pacing across the room. Why would you post a selfie before texting him? Shouldn’t he be more important than posting a thirst trap on your fucking instagram? That’s when his phone goes off and he sees he has a new message on Snapchat from you. His jaw drops slightly when he opens the image, seeing you posing in the mirror of the Island Club’s shower room, your tiny little towel barely covering anything, blowing him a kiss.

“Showering then heading to the mall. Love you xoxo”

He quickly screenshots the image, adding it to his steadily growing album of sexy little pictures you’ve sent him, palming at his cock, wishing that you were here to take care of his raging hard-on instead. He’s going to fuck you so good tonight that you’re going to be screaming his name. Everything’s going to be different tonight. He’s decided that there’s only one way to prove to the assholes who lust after you that you’re his and only his.

He wants them to see you with a cute little baby bump. He wants them to see that he’s the only one you’re ever going to fuck, the only one who you’re ever going to love. Rafe knows you wanted to wait a couple of years, but surely you won’t care? He’s always complaining and making you feel guilty about how uncomfortably tight the latex condoms you use feel on his cock, so he’s sure with a little coaxing, you’ll let him fuck you raw. You don’t have an IUD and you aren’t on birth control, so all he needs to do is “forget” to pull out.

It’s the perfect plan.

You send him a text an hour or so later with a picture of your shopping bags, his lips twisting into a smirk at the one from Agent Provacateur. Oh, you’re definitely getting bred tonight, he can already imagine you bent over on the bed, his hands in your hair as he fucks you mercilessly, your new lingerie lying on the floor.

And then? A picture of your nails. The text along with it?

“They match your tip xoxo”

Fuck, how the hell is he supposed to wait this long? He needs you right now.

Your biweekly day out with Wheezie is both his favorite and least favorite day of the month. By the time you get home, still chattering away to her on your phone, shopping bags on your arm, looking like a million bucks, Rafe can barely resist running after you and humping your leg like a bitch in heat. He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, snatching your phone from you and tossing it aside, ignoring your protests that you were still talking to Wheezie.

“I said to get off the phone,” Rafe says firmly, turning you around to face him, gripping your jaw in his hands.

You bite your lip, gazing up at him. He knows you love it when he gets like this. All dominant, reminding you who your daddy is. He watches as you shift slightly, pressing your thighs together as you nod.

“‘M sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies with a smirk, “Now show me what you bought, baby.”

You immediately begin showing him all of your shopping excitedly - items from the Chanel spring collection, a few Dior pieces, some macarons from Laduree, and then? Finally? The item he’s been waiting for. Rafe eyes the pink set with no small amount of greed, his mouth watering.

“Go put that on for me, baby girl. Wanna see you in it.”

“Don’t you want me to heat up dinner?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“No, I want to feast on that delicious little body of yours, baby.”

Rafe watches you strut off toward the massive walk-in closet in the bedroom you share, trailing after you, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He waits, drumming his fingers against his thigh, anticipation building as he imagines how fucking good you’re going to look in the sexy little number you’ve bought.

When you finally walk out of the closet, wearing those cute little white thigh high stockings with the pink ribbons at the top, a pair of pink Versace platform high heels, and the lacy bra and panties with a garter you bought, all pink of course, his jaw drops. You’re a goddamn vision, prancing around the room, twirling for him. You cover your mouth and giggle, wiggling your ass a bit.

“Do you like it, Daddy?”

He nods, licking his lips and stalking over toward you, pressing you up against your dressing table, “You’re fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to tear that off you-”

“Nooo,” you protest quickly, shaking your head, “No tearing! Rafey, this is couture!”

“Fine, fine,” Rafe rolls his eyes, running his thumb along your lower lip, “You’re such a little tease, you know that?”

“Am not,” you pout as he turns you around, making you face the mirror, “Daaaddy…”

“You are too,” he chides, moving your hair off your back, trailing kisses along your skin, “You love to flaunt your sexy little body but never let me have too much at once.” Rafe presses himself against you, whispering in your ear, lips ghosting along your neck, “You know what I want from you, baby. Be a good little girl and give it to me.”

You finally seem to realize that the two of you are in front of the mirror. You look at his reflection and pout slightly.

“Raaafe, not in front of the mirror. You know I don’t like looking at myself when we…”

“But Daddy wants you like this, baby,” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe, hands moving around to the waistband of your panties, snaking inside to rub at your clit, loving the way your face twists in pleasure, “Just look at how fuckin’ sexy you are.” You moan his name softly as he kisses your neck, his other hand moving up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it, “Yeah, baby?” Your head falls back against Rafe’s chest, your gaze half-lidded as you watch his fingers push your panties down and tease your wet pussy. “God, I love it when you let me touch you like this,” he grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of you, crooking them and watching you squirm, “You’re mine, baby. Nobody gets to touch you but me. You understand?”

You nod, your voice coming out in breathy pants, your hand moving to rest on top of Rafe’s, urging him to move faster, “Uh huh…”

“Uh huh who?” he demands, pinching at one of your nipples, grinning as you whine, “Use your words, baby. Or am I fucking you too stupid with my fingers? Did you forget who this pretty little pussy belongs to?”

You whine as he pinches at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Y-yes, Daddy. Belongs to you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

You roll your hips in time with his fingers, confessing as he kisses your neck, marking your skin, “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Have you?” He whispers back, feeling you squeezing around his fingers, knowing you must be close, “What’d you think about, baby?”

“When you came home from golf all sweaty,” you admit, lashes fluttering, “Mmm, your fingers feel so good, Daddy… Need you…”

He chuckles, groaning as you rub your ass against his cock, his self restraint leaving him bit by bit when he feels you, “God, my little princess is demanding today. I like that.” He feels you reach your peak, soaking his fingers with a cry of his name. Rafe keeps eye contact with you in the mirror as he licks them clean with a moan, “Get on the bed on all fours.”

You immediately do as he asks, stripping out of your bra and panties, but leaving the stockings and heels on. Rafe unbuttons his pants, removing his clothes in a hurry, letting them join yours, giving his cock a few quick tugs. He presses his chest against your back, burying his cock deep inside your wet folds. His hand moves to squeeze at your throat as he fucks into you, his balls slapping against your ass, the feeling of him taking you raw being more intimate, letting him fuck you deeper than ever before.

“Daddy, no condom?” You ask breathlessly, though you make no effort to pull away.

“I’ll pull out, baby. Don’t worry.”

Too drunk on him, on your shared pleasure to care, Rafe continues slamming into your tight little cunt over and over again, one hand on your throat, the other groping at your tits as he gets closer and closer to his end, your walls pulsing around him over and over as he fucks into you with abandon. He hears you cry out his name, your whole body going lax as he gives one more, two more, three thrusts, cumming deep inside you, his hot spend seeping out of you. But he just pushes it back in with his fingers, ignoring your little whimper, pulling you into his arms and kissing you gently.

“Take a little breather, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

Pre bite! Isaac Lahey

• Let's be clear, Isaac always doubted himself when it came to you.

• He would sit afar and observe you, not in a creepy way.

• He always thought he had a small highschool crush on you and oh boy, it wasn't.

• He hated himself for net being a part of the popular crowd. If only had he been as good as Jackson, he would win a place in the Lydia' popular gang.

• He would shake his head at the thought of you still going for him when there was always someone better then him.

• His thoughts one day stopped when you sat beside him during Chemistry.

• He would bounce his leg anxiously, not wanting to come off weird.

• You would smile at him and introduce yourself.

• Our precious boy would blurt "Oh yeah I know" and you would raise your eyebrows. "Uh I mean your popular and all-" you would cut him off with a soft giggle.

• From that day, you both would spent time together. Be it in the library, lunch, biking, etc.

• You'd notice his bruises and he would come with lies. You never believed but won't push him either.

• One day he opened up about his father to you. You held him as he cried into your arms, begging you to not tell anyone. Tears would form in your eyes but you stayed strong for him.

• He rambled about his father and accidently spit out his feelings for you. You'd smile and tell that you liked him back.

Off to the Races

Stepfather!Rafe Cameron x Stepdaughter!Reader

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Local legend and former playboy Rafe Cameron is winding down and now ready to settle down. Older, maybe wiser, extremely wealthy and definitely fearing the ticking of time. He meets his wife and marries her quickly —a socialite not too much older than him. Ready to give her his heart, soul & build a life with her in his former home of Tannyhill. That was until her young daughter came bounding into his life… captivating him in every way. Settling her spot in every fiber of his being & replacing the love Rafe has for her mother every single day with only thoughts of her… now he’s sure his wife isn’t the one he wants —but her daughter. Both of them cut from the same cloth and destined to be together. They’ll do anything to end up with one another… no matter who they hurt or what it takes.

warnings: smut / fluff / angst. pseudo / stepcest. dd/lg dynamics. infidelity. toxic / violent / abusive behaviors (gaslighting, manipulation, verbal, etc). power imbalances. dark themes / adult content.

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