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Christian Woman (Prologue)

Dallas Winston x Preacher's Daughter!Reader

"She needs... Corpus Christi, Corpus Christi"

Warnings: religion, religious guilt, smut, manipulation, corruption kink

Summary: Dallas Winston loves a challenge, and that's what you are. The ultimate challenge.

MDNI 18+

You’d remembered the first time you saw Dallas Winston. He was sat in your Daddy’s favorite diner in town, surrounded by his cronies. You didn't know their names, but the server talked to Dallas. His eyes fell down to croon at her chest frequently and you had turned away in disgust looking down to focus on the milkshake your father had so kindly purchased for you. You sipped and tried to focus on what your father was saying, but your eyes kept wandering over to Dallas. 

The way his hair was tousled, the way his smile took up half of his face. He really was handsome. If he had cleaned up some he would’ve been a heartthrob in school, but funnily enough you’d never seen him there. 

When the server walked away from their table Dallas finally looked around him. His eyes scanned the room and landed on yours. You looked away fast, faster than you’d ever done anything. Dallas smiled to himself. You were cute, but he saw you were with your parents and quickly understood who you were. 

You were Preacher Smith’s daughter. He licked his lips as he watched you sip on your milkshake, clearly avoiding looking at him. 

That’s when it hit him, the best idea he’d had in a long time. It was an idea so good he actually kept it to himself for once, because he knew just by looking at you, that you were a virgin. Untouched, beautiful, and fully devoted to proving you were worth something. Something heavenly.

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Apologies

Joel Miller x Naive!Reader

Warnings: angst and comfort, Joel yells at reader, reader is a little stupid, oral (fem receiving), religious imagery

Summary: Joel is an angry man, but he never wants to make you cry.

MDNI 18+

All you could think about after you bought the dress was how pretty Joel would think it was. You wanted to look nice for him. You’d never had anyone to please and now that you did you were determined to do it right. But when you came home the reaction you were hoping for was far from the current situation you were in. 

“We were saving for important things Y/n! And you bought a dress?! A dress!,” Joel shouted. Joel grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up for you to look at. “All of my hard work. I work to feed you. Not to put you in fancy fuckin’ dresses.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t think-,” you stammered, tears starting to brew in the corners of your eyes. 

“You see that’s the real problem y/n. You don’t think. Not a thought runs through that dumb little head of yours. You get these fantasies that everything is going to be okay, that this will all be over soon. News flash! It’s not. I work my ass off every day to provide you the necessities you need to live, and you fuck me over. You spend our money on stupid shit.” 

You looked down at your feet avoiding looking at Joel,”I’m sorry.” You sobbed a little harder when he stomped away to the bedroom, leaving you in the middle of your kitchen alone. You stood in your own shame and lack of understanding. All you had wanted was for him to tell you that you looked pretty. All you wanted was to feel like you were worth his attention. In your head you understood that Joel gave up a lot to be with you. He gave up women his own age. Women of more experience, and most of all his own supplies. All he did was provide. 

You really felt stupid now. You crumpled to the floor and leaned back against the kitchen cabinets. Hiding your face in your hands you rocked back and forth uttering self deprecating affirmations that only ended up making you cry more. 

After what felt like a long time you heard the door at the end of the hall open and Joel’s footsteps get nearer. You didn't look up. You stayed curled up in a ball on the floor. You sniffled and saw his feet right in front of you as you opened your eyes. 

“Okay, c’mon, stand up,” Joel commanded, voice softer than before. You obeyed, unfolding and rising, but never meeting his eyes. His arms wrapped around you pulling you close to him and resting his chin upon the top of your head. “M’sorry for yelling,” he whispered into your hair. 

“It’s okay I was stupid-”

“No, we’re not doing that. You’re not stupid and what I said was mean. It’s just frustrating when I work so hard and see you using our resources for frivolous things honey. I wish I could give you everything you want, but I can’t.” 

“I just wanted to look pretty for you.” 

“Oh, sweetpea… you’re always pretty for me-”

“But I feel so inadequate and I just- I just want you to know that I appreciate you choosing me instead of someone else…” You said finally looking up and meeting his brown eyes. 

His brow furrowed in confusion as you spoke. The ache of misunderstanding etched into his skin,”Honey I will never choose anyone but you, you have to know that…” But he could see in your face that you weren’t entirely convinced. This bothered Joel. There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than you. To see you smile, to hear you laugh, to hear you moan his name when no one else was awake but the two of you…

“Let me prove it to you.” Joel wrapped his hands around you and hoisted you into the air effortlessly, years of tough labour evident in his strength. He carried you to your shared bedroom and laid you gently across the covers of your bed. 

“This dress is gorgeous on you sweetpea…”

“Thank you Joel,” You smiled softly up at him and Joel could’ve sworn that he felt his insides melt. Melt into a golden fluid whose only purpose was to force him to understand that all that mattered was you. You and your skin, and the musk that emanated off of it. Every small miniscule change in your facial expression. Every strand of hair. Every eyelash that clung to the other, savoring the moisture of your salty tears. Tears that he had caused. Tears brought about not from overwhelming pleasure, but shouting and anger. Joel had never been more determined to correct the misfortunate way he had spoken to the one girl he truly loved. 

Joel pushed your dress up your body and watched as it scrunched around your midriff. The process revealed white cotton panties that clung to your every curve. He pressed gentle kisses to the seams of the fabric. One after the other whispering small,”I’m sorry”s in between kisses. 

“Please let me make it up to you honey,” He pleaded, the softness of his words colliding with the gravely sound of his voice. His eyes met yours as you nodded. With that he pulled your panties to the side and gently kissed over your cunt finally pressing a firmer kiss to your clit. Small whimpers left your lips as Joel made out with your pussy, taking his time and making sure each and every inch of you was attended to. 

Joel’s tongue was warm and experienced, each flick making you feel like you were getting further and closer to god. If god even existed in a world like this, but if he did, you were sure it was the man whose head rested between your thighs. 

You could feel the rough texture of his stubble rub against the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Each expert lick of Joel’s tongue felt like heaven, the feeling amplified by his uncoordinated groans every time your thighs pressed themselves to the sides of his head. You hand crawled down grasping for purchase within his hair. You tugged and he groaned. Your mouth fell open and broken gasps resonated out of it, your lips stretching to meet your jaw as it spread wider and wider. 

Joel wrapped his lips around your clit and your back arched off of the bed. His tongue swirled around the bud as he looked up at you expectantly. Joel knew you were close, it was only a matter of time before-

“Joel- oh- I’m gonna cum-” and with that your legs twitched and your fingers tightened as they threaded themselves through his salt and pepper locks. A sigh left your lips and your back finally fell back into a neutral position as you came down. Joel separated himself from your cunt to look up at you. The baby hairs that clung to the sweaty skin of your face. Your flushed lips and cheeks, and the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

He smiled,”I will only ever choose you.”

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Mascara Part. 3

Rafe Cameron X Naive!Reader

"It's too bad… it's too bad you're married... to me."

Series Warnings: Manipulation to the highest degree, toxic!rafe, naive!reader, reader just wants love bro, other warnings to come…

Series Summary: Rafe's in a bad situation and needs a way out, and his ticket to his generational wealth comes in the form of a shy naive girl that would make the perfect trophy wife. Rafe just needs to whip her into shape, that's all. 

MDNI +18

1, 2, 3

The First Red flag 

As the sun started going down she looked at her phone. It was a couple hours before she needed to be back at the hotel, but she wanted to make up for being late. 

“Hey Rafe,” she said to grab his attention.

“Yeah sweetheart?” 

Y/n blushed,”Can you take me home soon?” 

“Yeah of course, I’ll see you later guys.” He said his goodbyes to his friends and walked them out. 

“We didn’t have to leave right now,” she explained. 

“I know I just want to get you back in time,” he stated. He took her hand in his and led them out to the car. 

On the way over she spoke up,”Hey Rafe?” He hummed in acknowledgment. “Who’s Amy?” 

He stopped mid stride and looked at her,”How do you know about Amy?” 

“I- um-,” she spoke lowly. “I heard some girls in the bathroom talking about you and her.” 

He took his other hand and drug it down his face. He groaned but then asked,”You know the girl I was talking about this morning?” 

“The one that liked the backseat lovers?” she questioned. 

“Yeah. That would be her.” 

“Oh.” 

“We went out for a little bit and she can’t seem to let go of it.” 

“Got it,” she stated monotonously. 

“You don’t have to worry about it.” 

“I’m not,” she looked up at him and gave him a half smile. 

When they got to the car he opened her door and she got in. They pulled out of the lot not soon after. As Rafe drove her back to the hotel she stared out of the window. 

“I’m going home tomorrow, I forgot to tell you,” she said, still looking out of the window. 

Rafe let out a haggard breath,”Oh.” 

“So um, I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again,” she laughed nervously, fighting back tears. 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Rafe, whatever this little weekend fling was,” she turned to look at him. “It’s over now.”

“No it’s not.” He looked dead ahead, not meeting her eyes. “This was not a fling 

y/n. You’re not walking away from me.” 

“I didn’t say I wanted to Rafe, but you and I both know that this can’t work realistically.” 

“What else did those girls say when you were in the bathroom?” 

“Nothing,” she stammered.

“What else did they say y/n?” 

The tears were flowing freely now. How did she even find herself here? “They said I wasn’t the type of girl you usually went for.”

“Y/n, if I didn’t like the way you look I would’ve never talked to you.” 

She paused for a moment and then replied,“I agree with them, Rafe. I don’t know why you decided to talk to me, I’m not really model material.” 

“God, don’t be fucking stupid y/n.” 

“I’m not being stupid Rafe. I’m being realistic.” 

“Okay you wanna be a realist? The reality here is that you’re not leaving this. You’re not leaving me. Got it?” 

He finally met her eyes. There was something crazed in them. It scared her. “Okay Rafe.” 

He let go of a breath he was holding,”Now let’s get you something to eat before I get you back to the hotel, aight?” 

“Sounds good,” she mumbled. Something in her gut told her that she’d made a mistake somewhere. 

After they got takeout Rafe took her back to the hotel. Her dad opened the door for her and she said goodbye to Rafe. He gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Y/d/n, can I talk to you real quick?” Rafe asked. 

Her dad perked up,”Sure.” 

Rafe looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at him and made her way back into the room leaving them in the hallway. 

It was a decent amount of time before her dad came back in alone. 

“He really likes you,” her dad stated. 

“Oh yeah?” she questioned. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s flying you back out here in a couple of weeks for spring break.” 

She paused. Processing what her dad was saying. 

“Oh. Great,” she replied with a smile. Something about this afternoon made her want to tell her dad she didn’t want to come back, but she didn’t. Because Rafe liked her right? No guy had ever liked y/n like Rafe did. He hadn’t done anything to make her think badly of him. Everything was going to be fine. She was going to get to see him again. 

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Holy crap, when I first started writing I had no idea if people would like it, and I cannot be more happy with how people have reacted to my work. Thank y'all, It means the world to me that you like the writing enough to get this account to 100 followers!

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Thigh riding with boyfriend!Jess Mariano who wants to help fem!reader destress (he’s also just a horny little shit 💀)

De-Stress

Jess Mariano x fem!Reader

Warnings: thigh riding, praise, Jess is a smug sonovabitch

Summary: Jess senses you're a little tense, but he's got a great knack for relieving tension

A/n: Anon you're speaking my motherfucking language (many kisses and thanks to you I hope you like it <3)

MDNI 18+

“What is up with you tonight?” Jess asks as you shift how you were sitting for the umpteenth time. 

“Dunno- just can’t seem to get comfortable,” you groan. You throw your legs over his lap, but no that doesn’t feel right. You try adjusting the pillows behind you, but alas, nothing seems to be working. 

Jess huffs in annoyance. His hands wrap around your waist and he lifts you up. He sets you on his thigh facing him. “What is this really about?” He asks, eyes narrowed and searching for what it is that you’re hiding from him. 

“Nothing- really-“ 

“Nope that’s not it. What are you stressed about?”

“What? I’m not-,” you begin before he shuts you down again. 

“Yeah right. You can’t sit still, you’re picking at your skin, now you can either tell me what it is, or I can assume the worst and end up hurting somebody. So what’ll it be, sweet thing? You gonna be honest with me?” 

You sigh,”It’s this test I took today… I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like I did okay, but I can never be sure with this professor…” 

Jess nods, but he has that look on his face that tells you,”You’re being ridiculous.” 

“You’re being ridiculous.” Fascinating how everything he says shows up on his face before he says it. 

“But what if I’m not?” You ask. 

“But what if you are?” Jess says as his hands squeeze your hips. He looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow. His hands grip a little tighter as he tugs you forward just an inch. An involuntary squeak escapes you as you look at him. 

“This motherfucker-,” you think to yourself as he smirks in triumph. “I know what you’re doing,” you state, refusing to allow yourself the ability to find pleasure in this. How could you when you didn’t know if you passed or failed that exam, right? Right? 

“What am I doing?” Jess asks lips curled defiantly. 

“You know exactly what-“ 

“Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing.” 

You groan as Jess rocks your hips against his thigh, reveling in the pleasure he can see taking over your features. He loves it. The way your eyebrows scrunch up. The way your jaw drops just a bit and lets out the cutest little gasps. “What am I doing, smart girl?” Jess licks his lips and smiles. 

“Jess-“

“What am I doing y/n. Tell me what I’m doing. Am I making you feel good sweetheart?” Jess whispers in your ear. His lips barely grazing the outer cartilage. His lips trail down making their way to your neck, gently suckling there until he hears you gasp. You can feel him smile against your skin. 

“Y-yes,” you respond, finally allowing yourself to grind down on his leg. Feeling the layers of fabric drag along your most sensitive parts. 

“That’s it sweet girl. Go on and make yourself feel good. You deserve it,” Jess praises. 

You rock your hips up and down, mewling and whimpering as the warmth of his leg seeps into you. His hands, his lips, his voice. It’s all too much as you pick up the pace, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you work towards your peak. 

“Atta girl, that feels good huh? You know sometimes all you need is some good TLC to get that fabulous brain of yours to stop working overtime.” He laughs to himself. 

It’s something about the condescending tone, but the genuine care in his words that always pushes you over the edge. Similarly to this instance. “You close baby? You gonna make a mess all over me?” Jess asks looking up at you. He ogles the way your face is twisted up into sheer bliss as you nod vigorously. “Go ahead honey. Make a mess all over my thigh.” 

That’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap, ecstasy and euphoria wash over you as all the thoughts in your brain disappear. All you can think is Jess. “Good girl, that’s my girl.” 

You rest your head against his shoulder as you twitch out the finally spasms the climax left behind. 

“You did so well honey. M’ proud of you.” 

You hum in response and he laughs,”I love that I don’t even have to touch you for you to go dumb on me.” 

You hit his chest and he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and sitting with you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.

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Study Break

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: handcuffs, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation *moans*, dumbification, fingering, brat tamer!hotch, brat!reader, age-gap, reader is in college

Summary: You get mouthy and Aaron decides you need a break.

MDNI +18

Aaron sat across from you at your guys’ kitchen island. You were entranced by whatever was on your laptop as he spoke,”...and so we were thinking that it had something to do with the suspect from before- Y/n, honey, are you even listening?” 

You snapped up,”What?”

Aaron sighed,”How long have you been working on schoolwork today?”

You immediately grabbed your laptop to pull it closer to you,”I had to finish assignments, this is my last one.” 

Aaron narrowed his eyes and shook his head,”Nope- you’re gonna take a break.” 

You got up from your seat, laptop in hand and backed away,”No! I have to finish this.”

Aaron cocked his head to the side in surprise,”Excuse me? Is that how you talk to me?”

“This is my schoolwork. Get off my case,” You spat. 

Aaron's eyebrows raised as he rounded the kitchen counter. He took steps towards you closing the space only for you to step back and create more. “You’re barking up the wrong tree and you know it. Now hand me the laptop.”

“No! Leave me alone.” You quickly realized you were being backed into a wall. Aaron stood looking down at you sternly. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but you realized you were in for it now. 

“I won’t ask again. Now give me the laptop, you’re too mentally drained to make any more progress,”Aaron stated. 

“But-”

“Nope. Hand it over.” You accepted defeat and handed him the laptop with a sigh. Aaron took the laptop and set it back on the counter in the kitchen. Without looking up at you he commanded,”Go get on the bed. No clothes. Now.” 

“What?” You asked confused.

“Do not make me repeat myself.” 

Your heartbeat began a rapid thump in your chest as you quickly made your way down the hallway. You speedily removed all your clothes and laid on the bed expectantly. Aaron came in through the doorway, his white button-up shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dangling from his right hand a pair of police grade handcuffs. He didn’t say a word until he came up to the foot of the bed. He gripped your ankle and tugged you down closer to him. An involuntary yelp escaped your throat. 

“Give me your hands,” he finally spoke. You obeyed him wordlessly afraid that if you mouthed off even a little whatever punishment Aaron had in mind would only grow worse. He took your hands and lifted your legs to press into your chest, essentially folding you in half. He took your wrists and forced them to wrap around your legs, holding them in positions. You felt the cold metal of the handcuffs press into the skin of your wrists and listened for the click. 

You looked up at Aaron as he stood up straight. You were on display for him. Completely at his mercy. Your hands and legs restrained all you could effectively do was rock from side to side. You stared up at him, eyes blown wide waiting for his next instructions. 

“Do you think it’s okay that you spoke to me that way?” Aaron asked.

“No- I’m sorry-,” you responded. 

“Now, what happens to brats that mouth off?” Aaron queried.

You sighed looking down at your own arms and legs,”They get-.” 

“Punished. That’s right, now you’re a smart girl, so here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to eat you out, and I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and all you can think about is me. Then maybe you’ll learn how important a break is.” 

Your eyes got wider as he spoke and lowered himself to be face to face with your cunt. Aaron covered your pussy in a long broad stroke of his tongue. He dragged the wetness that pooled around your entrance and brought it up to your stiffened clit. Aaron drew tiny circles with the tip of his tongue. Each circle built up the pressure that sat in your lower belly. Aaron wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked it in, releasing a high pitched squeal from you. 

Aaron continued his ministrations until you came for the first time that night. A static feeling was left before it quickly turned into overstimulation. Little whines left your lips as Aaron continued to eat your pussy with no remorse. And as quickly as the pain had arisen it dissipated into pleasure again. 

Aaron smiled into your pussy as his fingers traced your entrance. Aaron’s index and middle finger breached your opening and stretched you out. You almost screamed at the sudden intrusion and Aaron laughed against your clit. 

“Wait- too- too much!” You pleaded. 

“Aw too bad.” Aaron spoke against your cunt continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to brush against the spot that made you see stars. You came for the second time a slow build up pooling in your gut and spilling over all your senses. Letting out breathless moans that quickly turned into yelps as Aaron refused to cease. 

“Please Aaron- I- I can’t-,” you begged, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You should've thought about that before you decided to be a brat. Cause now you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” 

Little “ah”s escaped your lips as Aaron pushed you through the aftershocks of your orgasm and into the build up of the third. 

“I- please- can’t-,” you breathlessly forced out.

“Aw, my clever girl, gone so dumb just from me having my tongue on her clit and my fingers stuffed in her cunt?”

“Aaron- please~,” you begged for nothing in particular. Was it for him to stop? Were you begging for release? You didn’t know anymore. Your poor brain had become so foggy and overstimulated that you just couldn’t take it. Your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to form, running down your cheeks, clumping up your eyelashes until you looked like  a princess. At least that’s what Aaron thought as he stared up at you from between your legs. A final pump and suction of your clit was all it took for you to come again. This time you went out screaming, yelps and choked moans filled your shared bedroom as Aaron finally parted and ended his onslaught of your pussy. 

“Aw you poor thing. That was a lot huh? Tired your poor brain out.”

You sniffled and looked at him as he stood up, chin gleaming in the low-light of the room. The glaze on his chin a reminder of the beautiful torture you just went through. 

“Now, what’s the verdict? Are you gonna listen to me now when I tell you, you need a break?” 

You nodded in response knowing damn well tomorrow night would probably leave you in a similar position.

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Mascara Pt. 2

Rafe Cameron X Naive!Reader

"It's too bad… it's too bad you're married... to me."

Series Warnings: Manipulation to the highest degree, toxic!rafe, naive!reader, reader just wants love bro, other warnings to come…

Series Summary: Rafe's in a bad situation and needs a way out, and his ticket to his generational wealth comes in the form of a shy naive girl that would make the perfect trophy wife. Rafe just needs to whip her into shape, that's all. 

MDNI +18

1, 2, 3

Rafe's POV

I pulled out of the hotel parking lot grinning. It was all falling into place. She was perfect. Naive, young, and seemingly untouched. She acted like she’d never seen a real man before. And so obedient too. I laid it on thick for her dad. Something I was so used to doing on my own. Feigned politeness and concern. Such a sweet girl. Sarah really knew how to find them. Y/n would be my way out. Something I’d been looking for for a long time. I don’t think she realized that when I saw her from across the room, that that was it. That she was mine the moment she entered my vision. Looking so timid and out of place. No doubt I’d make her the happiest girl in the OBX. I had anything a young girl could want. And she had everything I needed. She would make the perfect trophy wife. I knew a diamond in the rough when I saw one.  

Meeting Top and Kelce

She woke up in the morning to find a text from a number she didn’t recognize. 

“Hey, I’m coming to pick you up, be ready by 11:00.” 

She furrowed my brow and wondered who it was. Could it be Rafe? Would he have texted her? 

“Rafe?” she messaged. 

“The one and only.” 

“🙄.”

She got up when she saw the time read 10:05. She got dressed and groomed herself, making sure she looked decent enough to see him. 

“Where are you going?” her dad asked. 

“Rafe’s coming to pick me up, is that okay?” 

“I suppose, but please be back by the agreed time tonight, I don’t want to have a panic attack again,” he chuckled. 

“I won't do that to you again, I’m sorry,” she said. 

“It’s alright, it happens.” 

There was a knock on the room door. Her dad went to open it and there stood Rafe. He stood solidly, wearing board shorts and a white polo. 

“Hi Mr. Y/l/n,” he smiled. 

“Call me y/d/n,” her dad stated. They shook hands like they had the night before. “Where are you taking her?” her dad asked. 

“I wanted to show her around the country club here,” he smiled at her. 

“Wow. Fancy,” her dad turned to her with an approving look. Rafe smirked in triumph.

“Alright dad, I’ll be back before curfew I promise!” 

“Alright,” he said. “You kids have fun.” 

When the door had been closed Rafe wrapped his arm around her shoulder. 

“I didn’t think you’d text,” she said incredulously. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Because you’re mister cool guy,” she giggled.

He rolled his eyes,”whatever that’s not my MO anymore.” 

“And what is your MO now Mr. Cameron?”

“I think I’m gonna make it ‘Rafe Cameron Y/n Y/l/n’s Man for all effects and purposes.’”

“Oh really? Did you ask her what she thought of this?” 

“No not really, she doesn’t really have a choice.” 

“Oh wow, here I was thinking that I was an independent and free thinking human being.” 

“Not anymore you aren’t,” he opened the passenger door for her,”When you’re with me you don’t have to think sweetheart.” 

She got in and giggled. He slid into the driver seat and drove them out of the hotel parking lot. 

“Can I have aux?” 

“Sure,” he handed her a cord to plug into her phone. 

She picked something that she thought fit the moment. 

“This The Backseat Lovers?” 

“Oh my god you know them?” 

“Yeah, a girl I used to know was obsessed.” 

“Oh,” she stated with disappointment. 

“But she was crazily obsessed, thought she was literally the Kilby Girl,” he scoffed. He looked over at her and noticed her frown. “You remind me of the girl in the song, not that other chick.” 

“That song’s the reason I got a nose piercing,” she replied softly. 

He smirked and took her hand and held it on the center console. “You look good with a nose piercing, it seems very you.” 

“Thanks,” she smiled blushing a little. 

“‘Course beautiful.” 

“Alright you have got to stop saying things like that to me,” she buried her face in her hands, letting his go. He was being so sweet. She didn’t know how to handle it. She didn’t know if she could handle going back home after meeting him. 

“And why should I do that?” 

“Because I live all the way across the country Rafe, and you are notoriously known for bad things.” 

“Okay first of all, I don’t care that you live across the country, I’ll fly you out here every weekend if I have to. Second of all, I’m not the bad guy everyone makes me out to be.” 

“Oh really so both Sarah and Kie were lying then?”

“God, you have got to stop talking to them, they're fake and liars y/n/n. You don’t want to be associated with those people do you?”

She looked down at her hands. Something was telling her he was wrong, but another part of her didn’t want to fight him. He knew more about them than she did, she guessed. 

“No…” she responded meekly. 

“That’s what I thought.” He pulled into the parking lot of a huge building. “Alright, we’re here.” He flashed a smirk at her and hopped out. She quickly unbuckled, but before she could open her own door Rafe was standing there with it open waiting for her to get out. He held out his hand for her to take. She took it and hopped out of the Jeep. 

When they entered the building she looked around in awe. Everything was so pristine and the place oozed of upper class energy. There was a bar off to the side where two guys were sitting, both looked around Rafe’s age and dressed similarly to him. Rafe looked down at her and winked. He dragged her with him up to the stand in the middle of the room. A young girl was sitting there looking up at him. 

“Hey Jenna, I’m just checking in,” he flashed his card and she nodded. She looked at y/n and then back up to him. Her face read confusion as she turned back to her computer screen. 

“Rafe, where’d you go last night?” One of the boys called from the bar. The boy looked at y/n with surprise and elbowed the boy turned around next to him. 

The other one whipped around,”Rafe my man, who’s this?” As y/n and Rafe made it to the bar, the boy sitting gestured to her. 

“Top, Kelce, this is Y/n.” “Y/n, these are my friends Topper and Kelce.” 

She nodded,”Nice to meet you guys.” 

Rafe squeezed her hand,”How about we get a table?”

“Sounds good to me man,” Topper shrugged.

When they’d all settled down at a table the boys all started talking. None of it pertained to y/n so she sat and listened for a while. Rafe had ordered her water and she gradually sipped on it. About an hour in she felt the need to pee. 

She tapped Rafe on the arm,”Hey I have to use the restroom where is it?”

“Down the first hall and to the left, there’s a sign you’ll see it,” he responded. 

She got up and left the table. 

She found the bathroom and went in to take care of business. When she was in the stall two girls came in. 

Y/n could hear them talking. A nasally voice spoke,”Oh my god do you know her?” 

The other responded,“No I’ve Never seen her before.” 

“Amy’s gonna be so upset.” 

“I’ll bet she’s just a distraction.” 

“Maybe… they did meet literally last night.” 

“She looks nothing like any girl he’s ever dated before. I mean she’s pretty, but you know…”

“No she’s not at all at Amy’s level. I don’t know what Rafe’s playing at.” Rafe? What about Rafe? Oh my god. They were talking about her. 

“You’re right, but I kinda feel bad for her.”

“Why?” 

“We all know how he is. He’s gonna fuck her and drop her like the last fifteen girls.” 

The girls giggled and y/n heard the sink run, ”Poor girl. She has no clue.” The one with the nasally voice hummed in agreement with the other and they both left the restroom. 

Y/n left the stall and washed her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror. 

She was her. Just her. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing super hot or different. She always thought she was okay looking, but now she was thinking maybe she didn’t even make it to that caliber. She left the restroom trying to breathe and fight back tears. 

She made it back to the table and Kelce was in the middle of a story.

 “And then he looked at me like he wasn’t on my property, so I cocked my gun and he scattered,” Kelce animatedly spoke. 

Rafe looked up at y/n and smiled,

”Hey y/n/n, you were gone for a while.” 

“Had a hard time finding the bathroom,” she pressed her features into a strained smile. 

Rafe chuckled under his breath,”my dumb girl.” 

She sat down in her seat next to him and went back to thinking about what the girls in the bathroom were saying.

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Brainiac

Jess Mariano x Tutor!Reader

Warnings: SO much praise, fingering, lots of corny nicknames, dumbification, jess and reader are in college

Summary: Jess catches you staring at his hands and decides it's time for a study break.

18+ MDNI

“I think that you think too much.” Jess says as he spins a pencil in his fingers. You watch as they dance around the pencil. Carefully weaving in and out to balance it precisely. Thin, long, skilled… Oh god. 

“Did I lose you, ‘PhD’?”

You snap back to look at him,”Huh?” 

He scoffs,”What were you looking at?”

Your eyes go wide,”Nothing!”

“Really? Cause it looked like you were staring at my fingers.” You quickly cross your legs and look back at the textbook you were supposed to be helping Jess study. 

“Now what do you remember about the cold war?” You quickly divert.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. Why were you staring at my fingers?”

“I wasn’t- I- you’re delusional!”

“And you’re flustered! What happened brainiac?” Jess chuckles. 

“You’re insufferable,”You groan. 

“Oh c’mon, you were totally just staring at my fingers and now you’re a blushy mess. C’mon honey you know God doesn’t like liars.” 

“If I tell you, will you study?” 

“Sure.”

You look at him skeptically before you sigh. He wasn’t going to let it go, you knew this. So you’d rather bite the bullet now and get it over with. Quietly, you mutter,”You have nice fingers that’s all.” 

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch what you said there Teach, you might have to run it back for me.” 

You groan,”I said… you-,” you wince and quickly spill out,”You have nice fingers.” 

“Well I’ll be, the straight A student does get horny.” Jess looks over at you with a shiteating grin. 

Your eyes go wide,”Whoa- that’s not what I said.”

“Are you sure honey? Cause that’s what I heard. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but if what we learned in Psych 101 this semester is true then your quick breathing, followed by the way you bit your lip absentmindedly while you were staring at my hand, and the obvious flush on your cheeks indicate some level of sexual arousal no?” 

You sit in shock,”I’m proud that you were paying attention in class. But this is not what you were meant to use that class for.” 

“Well I had a good tutor last semester. A good tutor that could probably use a break. A good relaxing… relieving… break,” Jess smirks. He gets up from the seat at his desk and goes to sit down on his bed. He pats the spot next to him and beckons you to come over. 

“We have to study.” You stammer. 

“The book can wait, plus what kind of student would it make me if I didn't help my teacher de-stress a little. C’mere, let me show you what else my fingers are good at.” You looked to his dorm room door worriedly to check that it was closed. “My roommate's out tonight brainiac, it’s just you and me.” 

You shuffle over to sit next to him on his bed. He eyes you up and down,”Lose the skirt.” 

“What-”

“You heard me. You want me to help you? Then you need to make it easy for me, I need to see what I’m working with.”

“Jesus-,” you mutter. You muster up all the courage you have and tug your skirt down revealing the cotton underwear you were wearing. They were a simple pair, nothing fancy except for a small bow sewn onto the middle of the waistband.

“Well aren’t you just too cute,” Jess grins. His hands rest on your knees as he slowly pushes them apart. “Lean back, and relax, it’s no fun unless you’re relaxed.”

“O-Okay…” you rest back against the pillows on his bed as Jess slowly pushes your legs apart. 

Jess runs his hands up your thighs and to your hips massaging his thumbs into them, easing the tension you were holding. You let out an involuntary sigh as he smiles. His fingers inch closer and closer to the edges of your panties as you stare at him with wide eyes. “You’ve never done this before have you?” He asks. You shake your head no and he smiles,”Figures.” 

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean,” you ask offended. 

“It’s not a bad thing sweet girl, just meant that you seem really tense, it’s normal for first timers.” He looks at you with those brown eyes and you just about melt. How can you ever stay mad at him? He’s just too hot… His thumb brushes over your clothed clit and you gasp. “That feel good?” You nod fervently. “Lift your hips for me.” You follow his instructions and let him tug your panties down until they pool at your ankles. He takes his thumb again up to your clit and begins to draw expert circles around it eliciting a high pitched whimper from the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut as the pleasure washes over you. You feel the wetness gushing from you and gasp when Jess starts to make his way towards your pulsating entrance. His middle finger traces around the edge before slipping in with ease. Your jaw drops open and if you had your eyes open you would see the awestruck smile Jess was sporting. His finger pumps in and out curling at just the right spot to make you whimper again. “Tell me how it feels honey.” Jess commands, but you can’t seem to form anything coherent. It’s like all of your brains have left the building and all you can focus on is how Jess’ finger is making you feel. Unnecessarily he adds another digit, which only adds to the delirium. “What happened to the clever girl from just a minute ago? Gone all dumb just from having my fingers inside her pretty little pussy?” Jess laughs. “About time, you know if I knew that this was all I needed to do to shut you up, I would’ve done it a long time ago sweetheart.” You feel an unfamiliar pressure building up inside you as Jess continues his ministrations. 

“Ah- ah-,” your hips cant up to meet Jess’ fingers. “I feel like-”

“Like you're about to come? Go on smart girl. Wanna feel you cum on my fingers, you can do it.” That was all it took until you felt a wave of heat and pleasure wash over you. Your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you and your cunt spasmed around Jess’ fingers. “That’s it. Atta girl. Did so well. You feel better now?”

You nod incoherently still recovering. 

“You think you can still tutor me now or do you wanna call it a night?” He smirks.

“I- I dunno-”

Jess laughs,”Aw, I turned you stupid. Does that make me the smart one now?”

You come to your senses and sit up straight,"Absolutely not.”

“There she is.”

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The Art of Softness

Tate Langdon x Whimsical!Reader

Warnings: oral (fem recieving), tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Tate enjoys being gentle with you the most.

18+ MDNI

“What are you doing?” you giggle as Tate presses another kiss to your skin. He doesn’t say a word and just keeps pecking what seem like random places on your body. One on your neck, one by your ear, one on your shoulder. 

The candles in your room cast dancing orange light on the walls as Tate pushes you to lay down. He lifts up your shirt and dives underneath it, his mop of blonde curls disappearing. Your soft laughter does not cease as he continues his quest to find the most odd places to kiss you. He goes on and gets lower and lower pulling your skirt and funky colored tights down with him. He taps your hip in an attempt to get you to lift them. You humor him and let him continue his gentle, wordless assault on your skin. Each kiss he makes leaves a cooling effect as he pulls away a little bit of tate saliva left with each mark, and that’s when you finally notice what he was doing. Tate was searching for and kissing each freckle he found on your body. Tate finally makes it to the edge of your panties and looks up at you with a smile. 

“You’re adorable,” you whisper. The quiet and gentility of the moment making it seem like the entire world has gone soft and pillowy. 

“And you are ethereal,” he adds. 

“Where did you learn that word?” You grin. 

“You say it all the time baby, and it’s always pretty things that you say it to.” You just about melt at that, sinking further into your soft bed and pressing yourself closer to Tate. Tate leans down to kiss your clit through your panties. He plants feather-light kisses over your clothed cunt as you sigh in pleasure. He smiles into his final kiss as he curls his fingers around the elastic of your underwear, slowly pulling them to the side and licking a soft stripe up your pussy. Delicate kitten licks cover your clit as you let out a quiet gasp, Tate’s tongue feeling almost as if it was made of velvet as he carefully eats you out for all you’re worth. Each flick of his tongue, a form of art that you could admire every day of the week. If you could be an object you thought, you would be clay, with the way Tate could mold you into any position he wanted to. It was moments like this that made you appreciate the art of his softness.

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Mascara Pt. 1

Meeting Rafe

Rafe x Naive!Reader

"It's too bad… it's too bad you're married... to me."

Series Warnings: Manipulation to the highest degree, toxic!rafe, naive!reader, reader just wants love bro, other warnings to come…

Series Summary: Rafe's in a bad situation and needs a way out, and his ticket to his generational wealth comes in the form of a shy naive girl that would make the perfect trophy wife. Rafe just needs to whip her into shape, that's all. 

MDNI 18+

“Y/n/n I’m gonna go grab a drink ‘Kay,” Sarah shouted over the music. Y/n pulled a small smile and nodded. Sarah bounced away into the sea of people. Y/n looked around her, at all those people she didn’t know, in this unfamiliar place, and she felt uneasy. She was visiting OBX, thinking about going to college there. Taking college tours and just getting a feel for the place. She met Sarah on a nearby college tour and she had invited Y/n back to her place for a party. Y/n had convinced her dad that she would be fine. That this girl was safe and she wouldn’t put her in a dangerous position. So given her new found freedom she was left in the middle of a rager. She couldn’t hear a single thing except for blasting music. 

She leaned up against the wall and tried to calm her nerves. It was just a party. Everyone goes to parties in college. Good to get the practice in. Then she felt someone next to her. 

She turned to face whoever had leaned against the wall to the left of her and almost threw up. It was probably the most attractive man she’d ever seen. He was muscular and tall. His hair draped over his face in curtain bangs and a hand wrapped around a bottle of beer. 

“You’ve got a staring problem,” he spoke and broke her from her daze. 

“Oh- um- sorry.” 

She looked down at her feet and heard him chuckle. “It’s okay I get it.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. So he was cocky, got it. “You’re not from here,” he stated it like a fact. 

“Nope, first time.” 

“I can tell,” he scoffed. 

“Okay man, sorry I looked at you, but you don’t need to be a dick I’ll just walk away,” she stated throwing her hands up in surrender. 

She started to walk away and he grabbed her arm,”Hey don’t leave so quickly you just got here.” 

“Actually I got here on Thursday,” she retorted. 

“Oh my bad, Thursday,” he replied sarcastically. He kept his hold on her arm and pulled her back to the wall. “Who’re you here with?” he took a sip of his beer. 

“Sarah Cameron,” she replied. 

He rolled his eyes and scoffed again. 

“What? Do you know her or something?” 

“She’s my sister,” he slightly grimaced as he said it. She remembered Sarah talking about having a brother, but she didn’t expect him. Sarah had said he was an asshole so his personality wasn’t surprising. She’d also disclosed a little about his habits regarding parties and girls. 

“So you’re… Rafe,” her statement sounded more like a question. 

“In the flesh,” he gestured to himself with the hand holding his beer, still keeping his other on her arm. 

“Got it,” she looked around for Sarah, but couldn’t see her in the crowd of people. She said she would be back, but then again it was Sarah. 

“And you are?” 

“Y/n,” she responded dryly. 

“What brings you to OBX?” 

“Thinking about coming here for college,” she explained, leaning her shoulder and head against the wall. She looked down at her feet. 

“Interesting…” 

“What about it?” she snapped her head back up to look at him. 

“Out of all places?” 

She rolled her eyes,”I want to study marine biology.” 

He nodded his head in understanding. A smirk playing at the edges of his lips. “You wanna go somewhere quiet?” 

“To do what exactly,” she looked at him with concern. She was not going to hook up with Sarah’s brother, it didn’t matter how hot he was. 

“To talk sweetheart, relax,” he chuckled. 

She felt her cheeks heat up. Why was he talking to her like this? Why was he treating her like an actual girl? She was in no way the type of girl Sarah had talked about being associated with him. 

“Um- yeah sure,” she replied cautiously. 

He grinned and tugged her arm. He led them through people. Weaving in and through throngs of dancing couples and glittering girls. 

They finally made it to a door. Rafe fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked it. 

“Smart way to keep people from getting it on, on your bed,” she commended. 

He smirked and pulled her inside. He turned on the light and locked the door. Her eyes widened and her heart started to race. 

He must’ve noticed because he rubbed her arm with his thumb,”Relax okay, I’m not gonna do anything to ya.” 

“How do I know you’re not gonna kill me?” she joked to relax her nerves. 

“Because you’re too cute to kill,” he smirked at her. Her breathing quickened. “God you fluster so easy,” he laughed and pulled her to sit on the bed in the middle of the room. There was a walk-in closet and sports posters up on the wall. She sat down on the edge. 

“I’m not very socially active,” she explained. 

“Oh I can tell,” he scoffed. 

“You can tell a lot about a person can’t you,” she rolled my eyes. 

“You’re just obvious y/n.” 

“Listen if we came in here so you could berate me about my antisocial aptitude then I will just leave.” 

“Always so quick to leave now are we?” He leaned up against the headboard of the bed, stretching his arms behind him to cradle his head. 

“Only cause you’re an asshole.” 

“Woah. What did I do to you?” He laughed. 

“You have literally been ragging on me since you stood next to me dude.”

“Okay- first of all, don’t call me dude. Second of all-“ 

“What’s wrong with me calling you dude, dude?-“

“Don’t interrupt me, Second of all you were the one that stared at me,” he looked at her and pointed to his chest. 

“You were a random guy that leaned against the wall next to me,” she threw her hands up in the air. She mumbled underneath her breath,”plus you were hot but that’s beside the point.” 

“What was that,” he leaned up to get closer to her and cocked his head. 

“Nothing,” she blurted. 

“Uh huh,” he smirked and leaned back against the headboard. “So where are you from?” 

“(Your country/state) and I know what you’re thinking and no it’s not (generic city).” 

He laughed,”So where in (y/c/s)?” 

“(The general area),” she stated. 

“Why won’t you tell me the town y/n.”

“Because you’re a strange man I just met,” she looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. 

He rolled his eyes,”I’m not strange and you’re literally in my room, in my house, in the town that I live in.” 

“Fair point.” She pursed her lips into a line. “It’s a random town in the (general area), 

(y/t/n.)”

“Never heard of it.” 

“Didn’t expect you to have,” she scoffed. She played with her fingers. She could feel him looking at her, his eyes burning holes into her skin. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. 

“You got a boyfriend back home?” he asked.

Flustered and blushing, she blurted,”No, why?” 

“Just asking.” 

She looked at him with a confused expression, trying to judge where this flirtatious attitude was coming from and what the intentions were. 

“What?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Gotta make sure nobody’s heart is gonna break when you go back home and say you met the love of your life, that’s all.” 

“Oh! So you’re the love of my life now?” she asked incredulously. 

“Keep up sweetheart,” he chuckled and took her wrist and tugged her forward. It caught her off guard and she fell on top of his chest. He was warm beneath his blue polo. “See, comfortable already.” 

“Okay maybe a little, but that in no way means I’m in love with you,” she argued. 

“It’s only a matter of time kid,” he chuckled and rubbed her back. She felt so safe and warm. No one had ever flirted with her like this. So confidently. They continued to talk as the night went on. Mostly about random little things, until they got to the bigger topics.

“So your mom sucks and won’t let you just simply exist?” 

“Basically, I can never do anything right I guess.” 

“I’m sure you do a bunch that’s right y/n.”

She smiled up at him, still leaning on his chest. She looked at my phone and saw the time. 

“OH SHIT,” She exclaimed, jumping up from his arms. 

Rafe groaned,”What?” She began frantically pacing around. “Calm down, it's okay.” He got up and held her still. 

“No Rafe you don’t get it I was supposed to be back at my hotel room an hour ago.”

“Text your dad that you’ll stay here tonight and Sarah will take you home tomorrow.” 

“No Rafe, my dad doesn’t work like that,” she started to freak out. Tears starting to brim at her lashline.  

“He kid, look at me,” he grabbed a hold of her chin and pulled her to look at him. “I will take you back to your hotel room and apologize to your dad for keeping you here for too long. I will take the blame it will be fine.” She hesitated but nodded and he wiped the tears from her eyes. 

They left the room, him tailing behind her with a hand at the small of her back. She felt as if everyone still at the party was watching her as they went out the door. He led her out of the house and to a Jeep wrangler. He opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get in. She hopped into the seat. The car smelled brand new. He got into the driver seat and turned on the car. Quickly, he turned up the radio as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

A song she liked started to play and she sang along. He looked over and smiled at her, placing a hand on her thigh as he drove. It felt weird to her how brazen he was being. All so suddenly doing things that usually took months for her to get to in other situations. 

When they finally made it to the hotel he walked with her up to her room. 

She opened the door and her dad was sitting on the bed looking freaked out. She ran to him and hugged him. 

“Oh my god dad I am so so sorry I didn’t see the time,” she exclaimed and he hugged her tighter. 

“I thought so I was just so worried you’d been hurt or something,” he gasped out in relief. That’s when he noticed Rafe. He let go of her and turned to him. 

Rafe walked up to him and stuck out his hand. Her dad took it in his and shook it. “Im Rafe Cameron sir it was my house she was at,” he introduced himself. 

“Got it, well thanks for getting her home safe,” her dad thanked him and let his hand go. 

“My pleasure, I hope this doesn’t deter you from letting her spend any time with me or my sister Sarah,” he grimaced. 

“It’s okay it was a mistake right,” her dad looked at her with a small smile. 

“Completely sir, we got caught up talking and didn’t see the time,” Rafe stated. 

“Right, talking,” her dad chuckled. 

“No dad, he's being serious, I'm not that dumb,” she furrowed her brow at him. 

“No sir nothing happened. It really was just us talking.” 

“Got it thank you Rafe,” her dad replied. 

“Please. I hope you don’t think of me that way, I really like your daughter. She's bright and funny and I really enjoyed talking to her tonight.” He looked directly at y/n. 

“I believe you Rafe, now please go home, it’s late,” her dad concluded. 

“Of course sir, goodnight y/n/n.” 

“Good night Rafe,” she smiled. He left and she went to take a shower. In the middle of the shower she realized that they never exchanged numbers. It hurt her a little to know he probably wouldn’t reach out, but it was fun talking to him. It was nice for one night. 

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Intruder

Charlie Walker x Reader

Warnings: dubcon, mask kink, ghostface, knife play, fingering, PnV, cream-pie, he's a literal murderer so…, petnames, praise, degradation, condescension

Summary: Your friend Charlie has liked you for a really long time, but he's done waiting for permission.

MDNI 18+

It started with chills. They ran up and down your spine continuously. Neverending, everpresent. Then you heard them. Footsteps creaking their way through your house. Empty except for you. Or so you thought. 

The first suitable hiding place that came to mind was your closet. So in you went. Disguised in between a sweater you forgot you owned and the dress you wore to your mom’s birthday brunch two years ago. 

The creaking continued. One by one. Calculated, careful steps until they stopped completely. You tried to contain your breathing. A task that had begun to prove difficult.

Through the slats of your closet doors you peered towards your bedroom doorway.

A figure cloaked in black stood ominously. You’d seen this getup. You’d seen it a hundred times over the past couple of weeks. It was all over the news. You’d begged your parents not to leave, but booked tickets were booked tickets you suppose. But now here you were. Alone, defenseless, and utterly terrified. This is not how you’d pictured yourself dying. You’d hoped it would be in your sleep, a million years from now. 

The figure stood without making a sound. The knife they held glinted in the moonlight from the window, the only light provided. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” they finally spoke in that deepened phony voice. You stiffened among your stale clothing, feet lined up with all of your other shoes. “Oh come on Y/n, it was only a matter of time honey. You knew this.” Your name. They knew your name. 

Suddenly it felt as if all of the breathable oxygen had vacated the premises and your lungs begged for the air they couldn’t have. A gasp. Involuntary, and yet so incredibly revealing of your ingenious hiding place. In what seemed like less than a split second the doors to your beloved closet were flung open and you were ripped from safety. 

“Please! I’m not ready to die yet! I have so much-” 

“Can it.” 

You collided with the chest of the cloaked grim reaper wannabe. The Ghostface killer everyone had begun to fear. A hand covered your mouth and a cold metallic reminder pressed against your throat. This was it. The end. 

“God do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” Ghostface asked. The knife pressed closer to your throat and you let out a muffled cry. “You’re so cute when you’re scared.” 

Ghostface removed their hand from your mouth and almost instantaneously you cried out,”What do you want from me!?” 

“Oh Y/n do you really not know who I am?” They spoke into your ear. 

Suddenly you were spun around and thrown onto your bed. Out of fear you quickly crawled back as far as your headboard would let you. Into the mass of pillows and stuffed animals that crowded the head of your bed. 

Ghostface stood at the foot of your bed, the ghoulish mask mocking you as you folded in fear. Their gloved hand reached to the chin of the mask and pulled it off. Released from its confinement, dirty blonde hair escaped and cascaded around your attackers face and in the moonlight their features were revealed. Two deep set blue eyes and a straight but slightly sloped nose came into view. 

“Charlie?” You stammered. 

“C’mon Y/n. You thought that after teasing me and dangling everything I wanted in front of my face for years I wouldn’t finally crack?” Charlie’s regular voice now sounded from the figure, easing your fear only slightly before confusion and more dread began to settle in. 

This was Charlie Walker. One of your best friends. The sweet and awkward boy who talked about movies 24/7 and never seemed to hurt a fly. Yet now, he stood in front of you draped in a twenty dollar grim reaper costume carrying a hunting knife.

“Charlie- I- I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t, you dumb bitch. Because you don’t listen to me. Ever,” Charlie hissed. He gripped your leg and quickly tugged your body towards his. “You use me Y/n. You let me fall over myself to try and please you and you sit and- and you watch!” He pointed his knife at you and the tears picked up their pace. “I’ve loved you- for years-” He gritted out. “And you tease me, you make me think that you like me and then you go and date these stupid fucking jocks.” 

“What are you-” 

“Shut the fuck up! It’s my turn to talk,” he snapped. “I was gonna be nice. I was gonna wait. But I’m tired of waiting, Y/n. While you parade around in those tiny skirts all day and these tiny pajamas all night.” His gloved hand slipped past the waistband of your pajama shorts and snapped them against your leg. An involuntary yelp escaped from your lips. “Do you know how unsafe it is that you keep your curtains open when you change? It’s almost as if you want people to see.” 

“Charlie-”

“What the fuck did I say about talking slut?!” He gripped your hair and tugged it until you came face to face with him. Cheeks tear stained and mouth agape from the sudden pain he suddenly smiled. “I was gonna be nice and gentle with you. I thought about this a lot. Laying you down on your bed, making you feel so good. But you toyed with me, so now I'm gonna toy with you.” He let go of your hair and you landed back on your bed. Charlie began to tug down your pajama shorts and you couldn’t stop the way your body pumped adrenaline through you. You’d always liked Charlie. He’d just never been confident enough to really treat you how he wanted to. Always submissive, never taking control. But this was a different side to him. He had your life in his hands, and for some reason it turned you on. 

“Jesus Christ," Charlie all but moaned out as he caught a glimpse of your panties. They were pink and lacey, barely covering anything and doing nothing to hide the wet patch that had begun to form. “God- you really are a fucking whore aren’t you. You like this shit huh?” Embarrassed, you turned your face to the side to avoid looking him in the eye. Taking the knife, Charlie guided your face back to level with his. “Nope- you’re mine, and you’re gonna look at me while I ruin you. Look away, and I start slicing your pretty skin, got it sweetheart?” Your eyes blew wide as you nodded. “Good now spread your legs.” Maintaining eye contact you parted your legs for Charlie and his hungry gaze. He removed the glove on his right hand and drug his fingers along your inner thigh. “Is this all I had to do? Threaten you?” 

“You didn’t have to threaten me, Charlie, you could’ve just asked.” 

“That’s okay, this was more fun.” His fingers pulled your panties to the side and slotted themselves through your slick folds, dragging the wetness and spreading it all over your opened pussy. His middle finger drew circles around your clit as you stared into his eyes, still slightly afraid he might do something drastic with his newfound confidence. Your mouth fell open and a soft gasp rolled off your tongue. “Yeah sweetheart? Does that feel good?” His circles quickened and your breathing became more shallow. “I know it does.” 

A sharp moan left your mouth as Charlie's fingers sank into your entrance, pumping in and out, curling themselves to drag against your front wall. Quicker than you’d ever experienced before, you were at the brink of an orgasm. 

“Charlie- please- I’m-” 

And just like that it was gone. His fingers had slipped out and you let out a whine. 

“Nope- you're gonna cum around my cock like the whore that you are, and you're gonna take my load because that’s what happens to dirty cock-teasers.” You stared up into his eyes as you listened to him pull his cock out. You couldn't even prepare yourself for what you were about to take, so when Charlie began to push himself in you almost screamed.

“Charlie! It’s- It’s too much- It’s too big-,”You sobbed.

“Too bad honey, cause you're gonna take it. I’m going to shove every inch of my dick into your wet little cunt until you can’t think of anything other than how good it feels to be this full,” Charlie spoke down condescendingly. His cock bullied its way through your pussy little by little, stretching you to the point of tears. “Aw. Never taken a dick this big huh princess? Never had your pussy stretched out to the point of no return? Nothing is ever gonna be able to do it for you ever again and you know it. You’re mine.” And with that Charlie bottomed out. 

Stars flooded your vision and it felt as though Charlie was everywhere. His scent, his hands, his cock. Your cunt gripped Charlie like a vice as he groaned and began to pull out. Charlie created a rhythm, each time his dick left your cunt a little the pressure and stinging pain eased, until all you could feel was full. All you could think was full. And all you could say was,”So fucking full.” 

“I know, I know, it's a lot honey, but you can take it. You're gonna be my good little slut and take it.” Charlie’s cock brushed that certain spot inside of you with every thrust. Slowly building up to a climax that coiled up inside of you. Each drag of his dick against your g-spot felt like heaven and the noises you made couldn’t be contained. Little moans and begs for “more” or little pleads for release. His cock twitched inside of you as your pussy spasmed. 

“I can feel you getting tighter. Go on sweetheart. Cum around my cock.” Charlie stared down into your eyes as your brows furrowed and you let out a long, drawn out moan. The aforementioned coil snapped inside of you and you came hard around Charlie's cock. A split-second later you felt an unfamiliar warmness pooling deep in your pussy. Charlie stared at you his lips curled into a smirk as he fucked his cum deep into you. “That’s fuckin right. Take it. Take my cum.” 

“Charlie-” You whined out in overstimulation. When he finally pulled out you cried. 

“Jesus fuck- holy shit,”Charlie gasped. 

You laid there feeling his release drip from your entrance down to your ass. You finally broke away from his gaze to get a good look at him and the knife that was haphazardly laid next to you on the bed. You looked at it and studied it. Only to realize that there were dried blood stains already on the blade. 

“Charlie? The costume- where did you get it…?” 

He chuckled while picking up the knife,”About that…”

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Soft Spoken

Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, allusions to male masturbation, phone sex basically, rafe is rlly controlling, deffo sexist!rafe, toxic!rafe

Summary: Rafe makes his nightly phone call to reader, and for a moment, the kind and loving facade slips.

MDNI +18

Y/n walks into her room towel drying her hair. She walks over to her bed. Her phone buzzes and she picks it up. It’s Rafe. His routine nightly call. 

”Hey,” she smiles. 

His voice sounds rough,“Hi sweetheart, how’s it going?” 

She sits on her bed and gets comfortable,”Good, how about you?” She toys with the hem of her nightshirt.

“Going okay, miss you. But I know I’m gonna see you soon so that makes me feel better.” 

She grins,”I miss you too, I’m excited to see you.” 

“Yeah? What are you doing right now?” 

“Just got out of the shower, I’m lying in bed.” She feels an odd sensation prickle across her skin at the sound of his voice.

“Oh yeah? What are you wearing?” 

She immediately sees where this is going. She scoffs,”God you’re corny.” 

“What? I just wanna know, M’ bored and it’s late…” 

“I’m not wearing anything cute, just a big tshirt.” 

“No pants?”

She rolls my eyes,”No pants.” 

She can hear him smirk from over the phone,”What do your panties look like sweetheart?” 

“Rafe!” She feels a flush creep up onto her cheeks.

“What?! I’m not allowed to ask my girl questions?” 

She groans,”You’re a pervert.” 

“Only for you sweet girl. Now humor me, what color are they?”

She huffs, deciding it was easier to give in than to keep fighting him,”Pink.” 

“Come on, paint a picture for me.”

“They’ve got lace on the waistband and a bow in the middle. They’re like a baby pink.”

“God you’re perfect,”He replies breathlessly. She can hear him breathing heavily on the other line, but doesn't quite know why. 

“Rafe, are you okay?”

“Yeah- jus- just keep talkin’.”

“My math professor assigned us this massive fucking assignment today-“ 

All of a sudden his heavy breathing stops. “Don’t talk like that,”he interrupts.

“Like what?” she asks, confused. 

“Don’t fuckin’ talk like that- don’t want filthy words comin’ out of my girl’s mouth.” 

He speaks with such authority that she immediately accepts it without contest. 

“I’m sorry- I- I’ll try not to-“

“No- don’t try- don’t. I don’t wanna hear another dirty word like that comin’ out of your sweet mouth again. You understand sweetheart?” 

“Yes Rafe.”

“Good girl. Now this assignment. It’s a lot?”

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Rafe Cameron Masterlist

One Shots:

Soft Spoken (+18)

Series:

Mascara (18+) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Soft Spoken

Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, allusions to male masturbation, phone sex basically, rafe is rlly controlling, deffo sexist!rafe, toxic!rafe

Summary: Rafe makes his nightly phone call to reader, and for a moment, the kind and loving facade slips.

MDNI +18

Y/n walks into her room towel drying her hair. She walks over to her bed. Her phone buzzes and she picks it up. It’s Rafe. His routine nightly call. 

”Hey,” she smiles. 

His voice sounds rough,“Hi sweetheart, how’s it going?” 

She sits on her bed and gets comfortable,”Good, how about you?” She toys with the hem of her nightshirt.

“Going okay, miss you. But I know I’m gonna see you soon so that makes me feel better.” 

She grins,”I miss you too, I’m excited to see you.” 

“Yeah? What are you doing right now?” 

“Just got out of the shower, I’m lying in bed.” She feels an odd sensation prickle across her skin at the sound of his voice.

“Oh yeah? What are you wearing?” 

She immediately sees where this is going. She scoffs,”God you’re corny.” 

“What? I just wanna know, M’ bored and it’s late…” 

“I’m not wearing anything cute, just a big tshirt.” 

“No pants?”

She rolls her eyes,”No pants.” 

She can hear him smirk from over the phone,”What do your panties look like sweetheart?” 

“Rafe!” She feels a flush creep up onto her cheeks.

“What?! I’m not allowed to ask my girl questions?” 

She groans,”You’re a pervert.” 

“Only for you sweet girl. Now humor me, what color are they?”

She huffs, deciding it was easier to give in than to keep fighting him,”Pink.” 

“Come on, paint a picture for me.”

“They’ve got lace on the waistband and a bow in the middle. They’re like a baby pink.”

“God you’re perfect,”He replies breathlessly. She can hear him breathing heavily on the other line, but doesn't quite know why. 

“Rafe, are you okay?”

“Yeah- jus- just keep talkin’.”

“My math professor assigned us this massive fucking assignment today-“ 

All of a sudden his heavy breathing stops. “Don’t talk like that,”he interrupts.

“Like what?” she asks, confused. 

“Don’t fuckin’ talk like that- don’t want filthy words comin’ out of my girl’s mouth.” 

He speaks with such authority that she immediately accepts it without contest. 

“I’m sorry- I- I’ll try not to-“

“No- don’t try- don’t. I don’t wanna hear another dirty word like that comin’ out of your sweet mouth again. You understand sweetheart?” 

“Yes Rafe.”

“Good girl. Now this assignment. It’s a lot?”

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Completely Satisfied

character x fem!reader

Warnings: afab!reader, reader has an outie, soooooo much praise, no actual smut, overall just a lil somethin i wrote for the girls who are insecure about having an outie, you are beautiful regardless of how you look <3

Summary: Reader feels insecure about the way she looks when naturally she has nothing to worry about.

MDNI 18+

His hand trailed lower and grazed my waistband. I gripped his hand and he came to a stop. 

“What’s wrong sweet girl?” He asked, looking up with imploring, hungry eyes.

“I- I don’t- I dunno about this-“ I blurt out. 

“Baby, you were just dry humping my thigh and whining…” 

“I just- I don’t want you to look at me…” 

“What? Why?” He looked at me with hurt. 

I curl up my legs to my chest and bury my face in my hands. 

“Whoa- sweetheart. What’s going on? Why can’t I look at you?” 

“Cause- cause I don’t look normal.”

“What are you talking about silly girl. You look perfectly normal to me.” 

“No- down there I’m- I’m-“

“Hey… hey… slow down.” 

Tears started to form in my eyes. “I don’t- mine doesn’t look like other girls’…” 

He looked at me confused,”What other girls?” 

“The ones online, the ones in the videos…” 

His face lit up in understanding as the pieces clicked,”Oh sweet girl… you’ve just got an outie huh?” 

“What?” I sniffle. 

“An outie baby… your lips are bigger than the outside ones?” I nod and look at him in bewilderment. “You know that I don’t expect you to look like the girls that do porn right?” 

“You don’t?” 

He scoffs,”Of course not. That shits all fake. You however…” he trails his hand back down to my waistband. I ease my legs back apart with his help as he tugs my panties down. “…are the real deal. And if your pussy is a fraction of how pretty you are then I’m going to be completely satisfied.” 

“But you don’t wanna go down on me do you? Wouldn’t that be gross for you?” 

“Oh sweetheart… I’m gonna eat you out. Every inch of your pussy is gonna be covered in my spit and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” adorin

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Spencer Reid Masterlist

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (mdni +18)

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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Professor!Reid x student!fem!reader

Warnings: age-gap, power dynamics, mean!dom!spencer, sub!reader, reader is reid's student, reader wears a skirt, petnames, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dubcon (please do not do this irl), semi-public sex, reader is in college, cheating, reader has a boyfriend

Summary: Reader's professor Dr. Reid, overheard some complaints about Reader's boyfriend. It's too bad her boyfriend doesn't have what it takes to really take care of her.

MDNI +18

The bell rang and I gathered my things off my desk. 

“Y/n can you hang back for just a sec?” Dr. Reid asked and my head popped up. He looked particularly fine today. Hair tousled and sweater vest on. I nodded and grabbed my backpack throwing it over my shoulder and walking up to his desk. 

“What’s up?” I looked down at him in his desk chair and watched as his eyes roved from my face down to my shoes. I could feel the flush starting on my face. 

He reached out to thumb the hem of my skirt,”This is cute.” 

“Oh thanks-“

“You don’t wear skirts often,” he looked up at me, still having my skirt pinched between his index and thumb. 

“Oh- um- I just bought it,” I stammered. I looked around to find no one else in the classroom. “Dr. Reid, did you need something?” 

He maintained eye contact, ”You could say that.” 

My chest tightened and I could feel my skin start to buzz. It felt hot, and his gaze didn’t help the matter. 

“What did you need?” 

“How are you and your boyfriend doing?” 

I looked at him confused,”Um- well- we’re fine.” 

He nodded and let go of my skirt,”Got it, so what you said to Selena is fine?” I gulped. I’d explained to my desk partner Selena that me and my boyfriend were on the rocks. He seemingly had no interest in me physically and it was starting to make me restless. “Cause it didn’t sound fine.” 

“How- how much of that did you hear?” 

“You sit right next to my desk sweetheart.” 

I nodded resigning to my fate. My physics teacher had heard about my sexual frustrations and now he was staring up at me and being hot and I couldn’t take it anymore. It was like I was going feral. I pressed my fingers to the space I between my brow,”Dr. Reid I am so sorry you had to hear that-“

I felt Dr. Reid’s hand start to snake around my exposed thigh. He tugged causing me to  shuffle towards him. “It’s a shame really.” His eyes rolled up and down my figure stopping back at my eyes. 

“Wh-what?” 

“I said it’s a shame. Look at you. Bet this skirt was for him, huh?” His hand grazed the back of my thigh and I felt it travel up. 

I glanced down at the outfit I was wearing,”I- well, yeah…” 

“Too bad…” 

“Mr. Reid, I don’t know-“ 

“Funny- I thought you knew everything,” he joked and looked up at me. His fingers started to gently trace over the edges of my panties. 

“I-,” I started, only to be interrupted again. 

“You know, you’re not very quiet.” 

“Wh- what do you mean?” 

He looked up at me and grinned devilishly,“I hear everything you say honey. I sat you up next to me for a reason.” I look at him confused. “Oh don’t act so innocent. Because the things you say about me to your desk partner definitely aren’t.” I look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Shit. “Aw, you thought you were slick huh?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Aw now, don’t lie honey. Lying’s a sin you know. You don’t need anything else in your repertoire.” My jaw drops and he laughs,”You’re adorable.” 

His fingertips continued their dance over the edges of my cotton underwear. He flipped up my skirt to take a peek and grinned. I was wearing a pink pair with an embroidered rabbit on the front. “God, it just keeps getting better huh?” He looked up at me, and it no longer felt like I was looking at my adorably nerdy physics professor. This was an entirely different man. This wasn’t Dr. Reid. This man was sinister, and hungry. Like a wolf waiting for its prey to take the bait, and unfortunately I was stupid. 

“They’re my favorite pair,” I murmured. 

“Oh I bet, they’re very you.” 

I nodded nervously at this comment. There was something uncomfortable in his gaze. It kept me shifting from side to side. I felt as if I was being inspected. I kept looking back at the classroom door to make sure no-one was going to walk in. 

Reid noticed this,”The door’s locked from the outside sweetheart. No one’s gonna see me play with you.” I felt my face flush harder. He spoke so sweetly, yet every word was drenched in the essence of sin. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted this. To see you. Feel you.” He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties and began to peel them down. 

Something in between a moan and a laugh escaped his lips as he watched my panties try their best to cling to me. A silent protest to the debauchery happening before them. The honey from my center webbed itself to my underwear. A silky strand of wetness shining in the fluorescent light of the classroom. 

“God, that is so sweet,”he smiled and gazed up at me with blown out pupils and devastatingly doeish eyes. My breathing took a rapid turn and I felt like a rabbit, constantly twitching. “It’s okay sweet girl, just let it happen. This is what you wanted right?” His smirk is enough to force my understanding. I’d brought this upon myself. My own lustful ideas and wishes. The things I’d let slip to my desk partner. All a dreadful mistake, because now I’d made my way right into the wolve’s den. 

“I think the words you’d used were,’I want him to do despicable things to me’. No?” If I was embarrassed before, it was nothing on the mortification I was feeling now. He was being cruel, and he knew it. Tears brimmed at my lash line and he laughed,”Aw, aren’t these the consequences of your own actions sweet thing?” I tried to nod but all my function was lost as he drug his finger from my entrance to my clit, drawing slow figure-eights. A small whimper fell from my mouth and my eyes fluttered shut. Quickly I grabbed the edge of his desk. He applied more pressure and I was sure that my legs would give out.

I’d touched myself before, but this was nothing like how that felt. It was different, and almost exciting. While all of my own touches were calculated, his were sudden. New. 

“Dr. Reid-,” I brokenly cried. 

“What is it sweet girl? It feel good?” His lips curled up and then he took it all away. 

I whined at the loss of stimulation, but all of that was quickly forgotten when he gripped my hips and manhandled me to the top of his desk. Sat on the edge, legs spread, and my panties hanging off of my right ankle. Shining and mocking me, circling my ruffled socks and white sneakers. It was a cute outfit, but I’d never be able to wear it again and think normal thoughts.

“I need to do an experiment, okay angel?” 

I looked down at him with curiosity. I watched as he smirked again,”I need to know if you taste as sweet as you look.” And with that he buried his head underneath my skirt. I felt his tongue lick up my core, gathering all of my essence and flicking it back into his mouth with a groan. A shattered moan broke through me as he ate me out like I was some kind of undeniable delicacy. Except most would think that this meant he would take his time. But Dr. Reid never stood still for long, and he definitely was not good at slow. 

It wasn’t long before I felt an orgasm build in me as he rolled my clit between his lips and inserted his long middle finger into me. It was an unknown intrusion- nothing like how mine had felt. He curled it and pressed into the wall of my pussy. This drew a gasp and a drawing of my eyebrows together. I peeled back my skirt so I could see the master at work and was doomed the moment his chestnut curls came into view. The new light must have alerted him of my peeping as he was now staring up at me with those eyes, and that’s when it happened. 

My orgasm broke over me like a tsunami. Waves of staticy pleasure washing over me one after the other. But what was pleasure quickly turned to overstimulation, causing whine after whine to jump from my lips. 

He pulled away grinning, my wetness dripping from his stubbled chin. “That good huh?” He asked and I nodded vigorously. My hand was gripped onto his shoulder when I felt him rise to his feet. In this position I felt much more cornered. Everywhere I looked there he was, staring at me with that stupid smirk on his face. 

“It’s too bad that your boyfriend doesn’t ever wanna do that for you,” he licked his lips and wiped his chin with his sleeve. I was so entranced that I missed when he hooked his finger around my favorite pair of underwear, removing it from my ankle, and stuffing it into his pant pocket. “But, you know, my door’s always open.” I gulped and nodded. “You’re sweet, inside and out.” He helped me down and walked me to his classroom door. Before I could even quite register what was happening I was pushed out into the hallway and the door was closed behind me. I turned to face the door and suddenly felt awfully chill down there… 

I tried the handle but funnily enough, locked.