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poguesweethearts first time with rafe and he is just so so so so mushy with her 🥺

warnings: soft!dom!rafe, fluff, use of the nickname ‘sweetheart’, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, soft aftercare

a/n: if anyone is interested in the visual, this was how i imagined reader’s dress before rafe took it off <3

rafe had it bad. every touch, every glance, every laugh, he was fighting off things he never thought he’d have to. like right now for instance. “okay how do you like this? is it too pink?” you did a little spin for rafe, oblivious to the way his eyes danced down your figure.

you were currently trying on different outfits to meet his family in, your overthinking machine of a brain not resting until rafe decided for you. rafe leaned back in his seat, meeting your gaze. “you could wear a garbage bag, and i’ll still think you look perfect.”

you shook your head, a pout forming on your lips as you stepped closer to him. “rafe i’m serious! i want them to like me.” rafe pulled you down to sit on his lap, his hands bringing your legs up to rest over his thighs. “sweetheart, they are. my folks are already in love with you, they’re constantly telling me to bring you home already.”

rafe watched the worry etched in your brow melt away, his fingers cupping your chin. “please don’t stress yourself out about it. we still have a whole week before then.” you nodded, pecking rafe’s cheek. he shut his eyes the second he felt your lips against his skin. something so small like a kiss on the cheek was starting to become too much to handle.

“hey, do you uh- have any plans for the next few days?” he hoped you couldn’t feel the hard on in his jeans. leaning your head against his shoulder, you fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt as you hummed. “nope. my manager went on vacation with her husband so the icecream shop is closed, and i already baked what i needed to sell this week, so i’m all yours.” all yours, that was like music to his ears.

“good, that’s good.” you noticed the way he rubbed your knee as if to soothe himself, your eyebrows knitting in concern. “rafe?” you adjusted yourself in his lap, freezing when you felt something poke your thigh. both of you looked at each other, your eyes falling to his lips.

“are you busy the next few days?” you asked him, your chest rising and falling as your fingertips burned to touch him. “no..” without hesitation, both of you kissed each other desperately, your hands flying out to pull him closer as if he wasn’t already flushed to your side.

this kiss was everything you wanted it to be, and everything rafe needed. you wrapped an arm around his neck, letting him pick you up bridal style where he then lead you two to your bed. you swore your sheets have never felt this soft before, but then again, with the way rafe’s hands roamed your body, everything seemed, well, just sweeter.

you welcomed him between your thighs, your dress pooling around your waist as he pulled away to admire you underneath him. “god, you’re fucking gorgeous.” rafe traced the sweetheart neckline of your dress, your breasts peeking out just enough to drive him crazy.

you smiled softly, taking his hand in yours as you dragged it across your chest. “please take it off.” you didn’t have to tell him twice. in seconds, he had you in nothing but your white matching set, kissing your skin as if you’d disappear if he didn’t devour you right then and there.

everything about you was so perfect to him, for him. you slipped off his shirt, running your hands down the ridges of his abs. “i’ve wanted to do this since i first saw you walk into the country club.” you gasped softly when he cupped you through the lacey material of your bra. your hands worked to undo rafe’s belt, his cock straining painfully in his pants.

rafe cursed under his breath, taking his jeans and boxers off in one swift movement. you’ve imagined what rafe would look like; naked and ready to take you, but it didn’t come close to the sight of him right now. he stood glorious, the look in his eyes making you rub your thighs together.

“rafe?” you sat up, watching as he reached for your ankle. you don’t know what you were expecting, but rafe yanking you towards the edge of your bed definitely wasn’t it. “keep talking, sweetheart, ‘wanna hear your voice.” you swallowed thickly, your heart skipping a beat when he kneeled in front of you.

“i want to make you feel good..” you trailed off, letting him lay you down as he took your panties off. one look at your soaked cunt, and rafe couldn’t believe he had survived this long without it. “you already are.” your mouth fell open when you felt his breath tickle your skin.

“is it okay if i do this?” you looked down, the sight of rafe gazing up at you from between your thighs was something you didn’t know you needed. you whimpered, muttering a ‘yes.’ before you felt his tongue run between your folds.

rafe was quick to pin your thighs down on top of his shoulders, ensuring you couldn’t move away from him while he lapped at your clit. “feels s-so good, rafe..” you shuddered, your body jolting when his tongue prodded at your entrance.

rafe had finally gotten a taste of you, and now he was addicted. from your little whines, to the way your thighs threatened to close around his head, rafe couldn’t help but fist his cock at the idea of making you cum on his tongue. he groaned against your slick cunt, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit.

“oh!” your hands fisted the sheets underneath you, your back arching up from your bed at the sensation. rafe watched you fight to take a breath, his chest blooming with pride at your obvious display of struggle. “you look so pretty like this.” he pulled your bra down, your tits spilling out of the white lace.

it wasn’t long before your hips starting moving away from his face, your first orgasm of the night threatening to rip through you. “don’t make me chase you.” you shivered at rafe’s words, complying immediately as you let him pull you even closer. rafe knew you were close to making a mess for him, and he was going to watch you unravel if it was the last thing he did.

“rafe-” your hands scrambled to find his, the band in your stomach snapping as you borderline screamed at the white hot pleasure coursing through you. “i got you, baby,” rafe let you dig your nails into his skin, your cries making his cock twitch with need.

you couldn’t form a single thought, let alone a sentence, so when rafe kissed his way up to your lips and asked if you were okay, you settled for a broken moan. “shhh,” he moved you two further up your bed, making sure your head was resting on a pillow before pecking the tip of your nose.

if you felt fucked out with rafe’s mouth alone, you couldn’t even begin to think what you’d feel like after he was done fucking you with the same cock that currently rested on your tummy. you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when rafe caged you between his arms.

“you’re so perfect, you know that?” your breathing slowed to the sound of his voice in your ear. no one had ever made you feel like this. orgasm aside, you realized as you gazed up into rafe’s eyes, that he wasn’t rushing to have his way with you; instead, he was comforting you and smiling down at you as if you were the most precious thing to ever grace the earth.

he was selfless, even in this very moment when he had every right to be greedy, and that fact turned you on more than anything ever did. “rafe? please give it to me.” he blinked slowly, his jaw clenching at your words. looking down where he lined himself up with your entrance, you watched as his face contorted into full on bliss, a gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up inch by inch.

“holy fuck.” you ran your nails across the back of his head as he cursed against your skin. wrapping your legs around his waist, rafe interlocked his fingers with yours, both of you moaning in unison as he started thrusting into you. he stroked the side of your face, your eyes fluttering shut as you stretched deliciously around his length.

your heart felt like it could explode in your chest. the hand holding, the way rafe touched you as if you were made of glass, it was all making you melt into a puddle of sweet nothingness. “shit-” he hissed through gritted teeth, “you can’t be real.” he half laughed, kissing you ever so gently.

you couldn’t help but squeeze around his length, the head of his cock brushing that sensitive spot that sent you whimpering against his chest. rafe admired the way your eyes sparkled everytime you looked up at him. he fucked you hard and slow, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge of euphoria.

with his forehead resting on yours, your hand suddenly felt cold as he reached down for your clit, your hips stuttering when he circled your sensitive bundle of nerves. “oh my god!” you squealed, your eyes screwing shut as your high hit you in intense waves of ecstasy. alas, rafe was next to float on cloud nine, his jaw going slack as his thrusts came to a stop.

the feeling of rafe spilling his load inside of you was now etched into your mind, incapable of ever leaving. rafe unintentionally had a death grip on one of your tits, your whine of protest snapping him back to reality. “oh, i’m so sorry baby. did i hurt you?” he was panting when he popped his digits into his mouth to taste you one last time for the night. you shook your head, snuggling into his side as he rolled over.

“just a little, s’okay.” you reassured him, rubbing a palm over his chest. rafe looked over at you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. there was nothing you loved more than a man that turned all soft and mushy for you, and rafe certainly didn’t fall short. “it’s a good thing you’re going to meet my folks soon..” he traced the cupid’s bow of your lips. “cause i’m not going anywhere.” just when you thought things couldn’t get anymore sweeter than this, he spooned you.

[readathousandlives]

Soft Rolan thingy incoming!

Rolan with a Tav, who is also a magic user, but one that gains their magic through means other than strict study or innate magical abilities, helping the tiefling wizard expand his knowledge of magic? Like maybe Tav is a Moon Druid, showing and explaining some of the magical secrets that can be found in nature, with Rolan suddenly notice how... enchanting Tav is under the moonlight... despite the tiefling wizard's best efforts to remain focused on the moon like Tav is.

Here we go, anon! Sorry for the long wait. I hope you (and flower crown anon) enjoy! Rolan x gn druid!Tav, 3121 words. No warnings, this one's just sweet :)

If there’s one thing that Rolan thinks of, when he thinks of Tav, it’s the glow of moonlight on their lips as they cast. They seem to carry it with them; back in the Shadowlands, it saved him from the dark. Back in the brief but brutal days under Lorroakan’s thumb, it was their moonlight that called to him, though Dame Aylin’s glowed far stronger. And now, in the peace and comfort of his new life, it dances with a radiance less fearsome; a dusting of hope instead of a blaze of glory. He knows very well that they’re capable of both. 

Moon magic is beyond the reach of most wizards, but Rolan does not consider himself to be merely any wizard. Besides, even if he cannot master it himself, he might improve his own practise with its knowledge.

He’s surprised when Lia outright laughs, when he presents this plan in some detail over breakfast. 

‘That’s a complicated way of asking them out.’

Rolan frowns in confusion. ‘I’m not asking them out. I simply wish to expand my magical knowledge.’

‘Did you run out of books in the library? I thought you said it had everything a wizard could ever wish to know.’

‘Lia, you are well aware of the concept of a figure of speech.’

‘I’m well aware of how to get someone to go out with you. Are you going to suggest they hold your hand whilst they’re at it?’ 

‘Oh for the Gods’ sakes,’ Rolan mutters. ‘I do not fancy Tav.’

‘Are you sure?’ Cal giggles. ‘Even your projection tries to flirt with them. It leans over the counter sometimes. I’ve seen it!’

‘Wretched Hells!’ Rolan huffs, gathering up his plate and the morning’s Baldur’s Mouth with an irritable sigh. ‘If the projection is broken, then tell me. And I am sorry the exchange of scholarly ideas means so little to you, but that is truly all I am after. Tav will understand that, even if you troglodytes won’t.’

They do, in fact, understand it perfectly, even if he fumbles his words over it for reasons he can’t quite be sure of. Probably Cal and Lia’s teasing, making him self-conscious. Tav leans in slightly, and the words jam tighter in his throat. 

‘Tomorrow, then?’ they murmur. ‘After shop close?’

They smell of wood and husky spices. Rolan swallows.

‘Ah - yes. Excellent. I will be… ready.’

He endures Cal and Lia’s mockery for the rest of the next day. It is almost as if they want him to date Tav. Which, of course, they will be disappointed in; though the more he thinks about it, the more he can almost see why they would believe it. After all, Tav is his closest friend in the Gate; they are capable, and powerful, and kind. Rolan has made no secret of thinking such, since the day they battled Lorroakan, though most often he shows it in offerings of herbal teas and discussions of fascinating artifacts. 

In fact, he showed them one such artifact the other day, found deep in the Vaults. It was a pendant made of pearlescent shell set with silver; magic he could not yet identify, but he felt to be protective. Abruptly, a memory of their fingers brushing over his inserts itself, and his heart skips a little. Did it do that the first time? Did he simply not notice? Are Cal and Lia… right?

Gods forbid.

A sudden, heavy banging drums him from his thoughts.

‘Coming!’ he shouts, and misty-steps over, opening the door to their rather beautiful face. 

They shift their metal staff over to their other hand, and smile. ‘Here to teach you the power of Nature. If you’re so inclined.’

Rolan nods. ‘Yes. I’m ready.’

Laughing, they raise an eyebrow. ‘You’ve said that twice now, but I’m not sure you are. A good Druid is always rooted to nature, first and foremost.’

From most people, Rolan would consider their teasing tone an affront. But from Tav… 

‘What do you suggest?’ he asks.

‘Close your eyes.’ 

Rolan frowns, but he does it.

‘What are you - oh -’

He has the strange sensation of having his hair stroked. Caressed, even. And then, the caress gets just a little bit tangled -

‘There we go,’ Tav murmurs approvingly.

Opening his eyes hesitantly, Rolan touches the base of his horns, and then touches them again, baffled. It feels like… flowers?

‘Now you’re ready,’ they tease.

‘Was that strictly necessary?’ Rolan asks, blushing, and looks around for the shop mirror. Intended for trying on magical accessories, not vines; but it will do. Sprays of small, bright white flowers intermingle with large, delicate blue ones, twisted up with the long green rushes he’s seen down by the shore in Rivington

‘Bunchflower and Leeblossoms,’ Tav says. ‘And Swordgrass. And no, it wasn’t. But they suit you.’

‘Hmm,’ Rolan mutters. He finds himself smiling. ‘Well. Shall we proceed?’

Tav spends the next two hours teaching him to listen to the plants on the Tower balcony. It’s not quite the glorious start he had hoped for, but he listens diligently anyway, doing his best to feel the strangs of magic in every leaf. They whisper quietly, but they’re there. When he does feel them, reaching for him, he reaches back; hoping the leaf will move or grow or show some sign of his connection. But the tenuous filaments seem to blow away like spiderthread at even his delicate grasp.

They’re smiling, when he looks up. 

‘You felt it.’

He nods and stares.

The hazy sunset glow cannot be the cause of the silver in their eyes. That’s their own, personal moonglow. But it does illuminate them in a warmth that catches him in its haze, as if awakening from sleep on a summer’s afternoon. Oh no. He bites his lip, standing up sharply.

‘Yes. I suppose that’s the end of our lesson for today.’

Tilting their head curiously, they smile. ‘If you want. It’s a very good start. For someone a little out of touch with Nature.’

‘I don’t mean to be,’ he says. ‘But it is very easy. A wizard can sit at home with their books and scrolls for a long time and… not think of anything else.’

‘You seem like you’ve got more on your mind than that.’

The breath catches in Rolan’s throat. This is altogether too much to think about at once. He rarely makes friends beyond Cal and Lia. To have discovered feelings for the only one he has - feelings he has a concerning belief were there all along - is not ideal. And if they don’t return them -

He yanks off the flower crown, and their face falls. 

‘Ah. Sorry, I won’t do that again.’

‘No - I was not thinking -’ 

Even putting it back on can’t restore the moment; but he wasn’t sure he could survive that moment for a second longer anyway. He needs to write in his journal, or down a large glass of wine, or something. Anything to work out what it is he’s feeling.

The moment Tav leaves is the moment Lia and Cal arrive back, as if they were waiting for them to go; but he won’t even let them finish the smirking sentence ‘Nice flower crown,’ before he misty-steps up to his room and sinks down against the wall, burying his face in his hands. His claws bump up against the flowers, and he takes it off, wearily, gently, looking into the ring of tiny golden stamens in each star of white, as if that might offer a clue about what to do next.

He can’t tell them. He feels that much is obvious. They’ve already rescued him from so much, and he doesn’t want to be a burden. Besides. They are the hero of Baldur’s Gate, beloved by their many friends and every stranger alike. Competing with that seems hopeless. 

There is one thing he can do, though. Carefully, he unweaves every strand of the flowers, unpicking with the delicacy of a tailor so as not to break any stems. In the morning, he moves the vase with the reassembled bouquet down to the front counter. 

Now, all he has to do is wait.

By four o’clock, he begins to see the flaw in this plan. They might not come in at all. Some days they’re too busy, or out visiting a Grove beyond the city. But if they’re doing that - they might not be back in time to see the flowers at all. Hells. 

‘Rolan?’ comes a familiar voice. He whips around.

‘Yes!’

‘What are you doing down here? Something wrong with the projection?’ they say lightly, though their smile is less easy than usual.

‘Ah - inspecting it,’ Rolan mutters. ‘I’ve had reports it is acting inconsistently.’

‘What’s wrong with it?’ Tav asks. ‘I think it’s charming.’

Caught on his own tail, Rolan hastily thinks of something else to say. ‘Well. Perhaps we should take a closer look. Maybe it’s nothing.’

Their eyes wander to the projection, and then they start. When they turn back, their face is aglow with something unreadable. Curiosity, or relief, perhaps.

‘You kept the flower crown?’

‘Yes,’ Rolan says, flushing. 

‘I’m glad.’ Tav smiles. Then, they pause. ‘Close your eyes?’

Well, perhaps an overflowing number of vases is a small price to pay for a crush. Certainly, Rolan feels it worth his while. Each time they come by, they see the flowers dotted everywhere - the counter, the desk, an empty row on the bookshelf - and smile, and cast him another one. New flowers every time, that they tell him all the symbols and uses of, whilst he runs his fingers softly over them and feels Tav’s presence in their petals.

The longer it goes on, the more he almost resigns himself to this life. Of course he wants more but - that would threaten everything they have. Each week, the Tower’s plants grow higher beneath his fingertips, guided by Tav’s thorough teaching, though sometimes they inexplicably sprout thorns. 

‘Probably reflects your mental state,’ they tell him gently. ‘Clear your mind and try again.’

Lia snorts. He hadn’t realised she’d come up to the balcony. 

‘If it’s based on that, I’m surprised they don’t die on the vine. I’ve seen him scowling at them when you’re not here.’

‘Lia!’ Rolan barks.

Tav laughs. ‘They annoy me too sometimes. Plants have got minds of their own. Bastards.’

That makes him snort. ‘Indeed.’ 

‘Where’s my flower crown?’ Lia teases. ‘Or do you make them specially for Rolan?’

Their eyes flick to him, and he feels strangely hopeful; but then, with a laugh, they tell her they can make her one too. He has to comfort himself with the fact it’s not as pretty, or as detailed, as his own. Only one kind of flower, for starters.

‘You know,’ they say, turning to Rolan. ‘I think you’re ready to try Moonbeam. But we’ll have to wait for the full moon for that. It always makes your first time easier.’

It’s only five days’ wait, but it makes him both nervous and impatient. Not that it’s any different, seeing them under the night sky; or at least it shouldn’t be, when he’s seen them like that so many times before. But they’ve promised to take him somewhere special, and secret, and the mystery snags his thoughts, over and over, ripping his focus away from whatever book he’s reading to make him wonder where on Faerûn they mean.

At last, the night arrives. He brushes down his nicest silk robe and puts a silver ribbon in his hair, one that he hopes will complement their choice of flowers. 

Their staff raps on the door, and he yanks it open so fast they almost fall over into him. 

‘You’re keen,’ they laugh. 

‘Ah,’ Rolan mutters, searching for an excuse. This time, he can find none at all. ‘Come in,’ he says hastily.

A bundle of scrolls sticks out of their pocket. 

‘What are those for?’

‘Where we’re going.’

Rolan frowns. ‘I see.’

Tav grins. ‘All will be revealed. In one moment, I promise.’

It’s automatic. Rolan closes his eyes eagerly, awaiting their magic, and they laugh; but it’s a soft laugh.

‘You know me well.’ 

They begin to murmur the words of the incantation, and the vines begin to weave, brushing his temples as they go. 

‘I like your ribbon,’ they murmur. ‘I tried to match it. This kind of flower only blooms at the full moon. It’s called Selune’s Blessing by some, though we prefer to attribute its grace to Silvanus. At least, he can share in its glory.’

A long glance in the mirror reveals intricate midnight bells, brushed with silver spangles and filled with silver stamen. He can see where it gets its name. The last of the petals are still unfurling, and he watches them, breathing quietly, feeling Tav’s eyes on him.

‘It is beautiful,’ he says quietly, and they smile.

‘It goes with your ribbon, too.’

‘Hmmm.’

They linger a little in the moment, and then they shake their head, shaking something off inside them. ‘Right. Let’s do this.’

‘Do what?’

They pull out the scrolls - scrolls of flight - and hand them to him. 

‘Go up to the roof.’

‘Oh.’

It takes a while for them to ascend the Tower’s many portals and staircases, wending their way to the highest balcony. Normally, they’d be talking more than this, but today feels different, and Rolan is suddenly uneasy. The feeling worsens as they take his hand to fly to the roof; not strictly necessary, when both of them have the spell’s blessing. It’s only another ten yards or so up to the very top, but when they’re so far above the city - he feels untethered from reality somehow, and the feeling only worsens as they land lightly in a puddle of moonlight that seems to have been drawn to Tav themselves. 

‘Normally,’ they say softly, ‘I bring new druids out into the wilderness when I’m teaching them. But I thought that for you, this seemed more fitting. And the moon is very beautiful, over Baldur’s Gate.’

Rolan does look up, briefly, but what he sees holds not a candle to Tav, awash with celestial radiance. The lights of the city beneath form the stars in their own night sky.

There’s a long pause. Tav looks as if they’re about to speak; but then they stop. The unease grows. If these flowers only bloom tonight - well, after that, they’re gone. What if Tav is leaving? Going out to the wilderness, where a druid really belongs? Not that it could matter anyway - he’s resolved not to say a word to them, and he won’t, not even as they throw open their arms and call down a ray of moonshine, ethereal and yet powerful, cool and beautiful, throwing open the recesses within him and shining light into each and every one. He loves them. He should have acknowledged that a long time ago - but in this moment he’s grateful, that he has been spared this pain.

‘Rolan?’ they ask. ‘Did you catch that?’

His tail lashes. ‘Ah. No. What did you say?’

‘Feel the ground beneath your feet first. Then, seek your vines; anchor yourself in the ground.’

Closing his eyes, he twists his tail around his ankle, trying to clear his head of thoughts and his heart of feeling. The stones beneath his feet murmur their connection to the ground beneath; and to some miles away, too, where first they were quarried. But the vines - the vines are harder. They taste of Tav’s scent, they twist like Tav’s fingers, they hold him softly in a way he wishes only Tav would. He winces.

‘Are you alright?’ Tav asks.

‘Yes,’ he hisses, strained. ‘I’m fine.’

‘We can try again next full moon. It doesn’t have to be perfect, this time.’

‘You’ll be here next full moon?’ Rolan asks, too quickly, opening his eyes.

They only smile. 

‘Of course. I belong in Baldur’s Gate, I think. There’s plenty of nature to be stewarded here too. Fighting for its space alongside the rest of us.’

‘Oh,’ he says, relaxing a little. ‘I thought you’d… want to be out of the city. Eventually.’

Their eyes glisten with sudden, piercing light. ‘Would you mind if I left?’

A cold breeze licks at his neck, and he blushes. Panics, even. ‘Ah - I would miss any friend, if they left.’

Tav looks a little faraway, the glow in their eyes extinguishing. ‘Mmmm. Well. Now you’re grounded. Reach out your arms.’

He closes his eyes once more. Ground yourself, he orders his mind. Now. 

‘Alright. I’m channeling the moon’s essence for you, as best I can. Let yourself be open to it. And… repeat with me. Ex textura.’

‘Ex textura,’ Rolan murmurs. ‘Ex textura. Zurgan - Ex textura - Hells!’

‘Clear your mind,’ Tav replies. 

He grimaces. Get a grip.

‘Ex textura - ex textura - oh piss off!’ he snaps at himself, at the growing, tangled buzz of frustration in his brain. 

‘Are you alright?’ Tav asks. ‘Perhaps we should try again next -’

‘No!’ Rolan hisses. ‘No - it won’t be any better.’

‘Is there something the matter?’

Rolan wavers, but - if his feelings are the block to his magic, then Tav must surely not return them. Not one single frown of effort has marred their face. No. They must be at peace in his company. Which makes him a fool, for lacking it. He turns. 

‘I think we should stop.’

‘But - you’re so close,’ Tav says. ‘I promise. I can feel it.’

‘What does it bloody matter?’ Rolan snaps. ‘I’m not like you. Tranquility is not my typical state, if you hadn’t noticed.’

They frown, catching his arm gently. ‘It’s work for me too. I have plenty of feelings; I just learn to put them aside during my connection to nature. Once that connection is really strong, it can feed off them; you just have to learn to use it.’

Hope flickers inside him, but he doesn’t let it burn. 

‘Oh.’ He hesitates. ‘Feelings like…?’

‘Anything strong, really.’ Tav pauses. ‘Rolan - I didn’t want to say this - to put too much pressure on, when you were starting your new life - but…’

‘Yes?’ He twists back, looking at them uncertainly. Hopefully. Fearfully.

‘I like you. More than like you. I care for you very much.’

‘Oh, Gods -’ A stupid tear runs down his cheek. ‘I -’

‘I’m sorry -’ 

‘No!’ It’s his turn to catch their arm. ‘Please - I care for you too. I… love you, even.’

‘You love me?’

‘Ah - ’ 

‘Because I love you too. Gods.’ 

They pull him closer, into their pool of moonlight, and brush a strand of hair from his cheek.

‘I -’

Tav never finishes their sentence, because they kiss him instead.

[readathousandlives]

So I uuuh wrote a Rolan fic.

Rated E for Rolan getting laid Featuring Aya (my tav) Notes: This isn't finished and I'm trying to figure out if I wanna keep going, but I wanted to post what I wrote so far

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Aya stepped through the portal to Ramazith Tower in Sorcerous Sundries and looked around. It was nighttime when she arrived, past closing, but an employee recognized her and unlocked the door with a, “The master said to let you in if you arrived.” The spacious room was dim, with only a few lanterns illuminating the area.

A rustle of paper caught Aya’s attention, and she made her way over to the sound. There she found Rolan crouched in front of a stack of books, the robe he usually wore tossed over a nearby railing, his shirtsleeves rolled up as he flipped through the pages of a large tome. Aya placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and Rolan jumped, almost toppling over as he turned to face her.

”You’re here.” Rolan drew himself up to his full height and looked down at Aya. “I wasn’t sure if you would….” His voice trailed off, unsure of what else to say. A hand began to reach out for Aya, but he clenched it into a fist and dropped it to his side, not wanting to seem desperate. 

“I wanted to see how you were settling in.” Aya stepped around Rolan to look at the pile he was in the process of organizing. 

Rolan swallowed as he studied Aya, her back to him. He hated how tongue-tied and nervous he got around her. Lia kept telling him to confess his feelings but whenever he ran into Aya, she was either pulling him out of trouble or in the company of her traveling companions. Since neither situation seemed appropriate for telling someone you liked them, Rolan kept his mouth shut.

”There is…a lot to go through.” He waved a hand around, indicating the shelves and display cases filled with books, papers, and various artifacts. Rolan fell quiet for a moment, his mind racing. “I still don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done,” he finally said. 

Aya turned around to face Rolan and took a step closer to him. “I can think of a few ways you can thank me,” she told him in a soft voice, green eyes glowing in the lamplight.

Wait. Did she mean—

No.

Rolan could only stare at Aya, heart racing. His hands itched to seize her and pull her close but he wanted to make sure he understood her correctly. He moved to stand directly in front of her, then bodies now only a few inches apart. “Anything you want,” he replied, his voice low and rough.

The first kiss Aya gave him was soft, almost as if she was unsure of how he would react. Her hand slid behind Rolan’s neck and gently pulled him down to meet her lips. A small sound escaped him and when Aya pulled away, Rolan gave into his urge, grabbed her waist, and pulled her flush against him.

Their second kiss was hard and fierce, full of pent up desire neither wanted to admit until now. Aya’s fingers tangled in Rolan’s hair and pulled out the tie he used to keep it out of his face. Her body pushed against his, forcing him to walk backward until the back of his legs hit that damned book throne he kept telling himself to get rid of.

Aya broke the kiss and before Rolan could question why she would do that, she had his shirt up and over his head, discarded somewhere on the floor. He followed her lead and Aya’s own blouse followed, tossed off to the side. A frantic scramble ensued as they both reached for each other’s trousers, working the garments open, shoving the fabric down while simultaneously meeting for another furious kiss.

Somehow they managed to strip each other bare and Aya shoved Rolan back onto the throne. He sat, sprawled, and his eyes followed the curves of Aya’s body, her pale skin littered with freckles, when he saw the long scar marring her side.

Aya followed his gaze, and an embarrassed look crossed her face. “It’s a story for later,” she said in response to Rolan’s unasked question. His reply was to grab her hips and tug her forward, causing her to kneel on the chair and straddle his lap. 

Normally, Rolan would take his time with Aya, run his hands over every inch of skin, tease her until she begged for more. But his body ached for hers and judging by the dark look in Aya’s eyes, she felt the same.

Resting her hands on his shoulders, Aya gradually sank down onto Rolan and they moaned in tandem. Once he was fully inside, Aya sat still, trembling, afraid to move and come too soon.

Rolan buried his face in the curve of Aya’s neck, his breathing heavy as he also tried to hold himself together. He survived the fall of Elturel, lived in Avernus, yet he burned hotter than all the hells combined, and gods if Zariel dragged him back at this moment, he would go a happy man.

Aya rolled her hips and gasped as a frisson of pleasure shot through her. It had been a while, a few years, since she had been with someone, and figured if she was going to end up sleeping with someone on this adventure, it would be someone like Gale or Astarion.

But no, it had to be the grumpy tiefling wizard and Aya quickly found she needed, craved, his touch.

Rolan’s body thrummed with tension, his nails digging into Aya’s waist in an attempt to keep himself from snapping. He dreamed of this, waking up in a painful state more than once, but resigned himself to the fact it would never happen.

When Aya finally moved, Rolan let out a muffled incomprehensible garble of words against her neck. Slender fingers moved to clutch his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Each time she sank back down onto him, Aya let out a cry that echoed throughout the library, and Rolan grit his teeth against the familiar clench in his abdomen, wanting to hold on just a bit longer.

Gods Aya was close, so close, then suddenly she stopped and moaned Rolan’s name, muscles tense around him, a shudder going through her as she rode out her orgasm. For a moment everything went dark and Aya felt as if she was struck with a lightning spell.

At the sound of his name, Rolan let himself go, and came hard, a mix of Common and Infernal spilling from his lips. The fire that burned in him turned into an inferno and he was surprised Aya wasn’t scorched in the process.

The pair fell silent as they came down from their high, sweat rolling down their bodies. Rolan reluctantly pulled his face out of Aya’s neck and looked up at her, his hair falling around his face. Aya met his gaze, and a flush covered her cheeks, going down her neck and to her chest.

With a hiss, Aya shifted and pulled off of him, ignoring the ache in her thighs from kneeling for so long, settling back onto Rolan’s lap. “So…” she said, breaking the silence, and let go of him to push the black and silver strands that escaped her bun off of her face.

Rolan rested his forehead against Aya’s and closed his eyes, nervous. “I’ve…wanted this. For a while,” he confessed. “Since the grove.”

”I know.”

Rolan tilted his head back and stared at Aya with wide eyes. “What?”

”I’m not blind.” Aya reached out and rested a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin. “I saw how you looked at me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.” She bit back a laugh at the mortified expression on Rolan’s face. “Plus, your sister told me.”

Leaning back against the chair, Rolan covered his face with his hands. “Godsdammit.”

Aya groaned as she climbed off him and stretched, then looked around for her clothes. She pulled her underwear on, and grabbed Rolan’s shirt, slipping it over her head. “Now as I recall, I saved you…what? Three times?” she said, picking up Rolan’s trousers and throwing them over to him. He lowered his hands just before the garment hit his face. “So I suggest you continue to thank me somewhere more comfortable.”

Rolan stood and tugged his trousers on, his mind suddenly blank. The sight of Aya wearing his clothes was all he could think about, and it took him a second to process her words. “…my room. Downstairs.”

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hip holding > waist holding two gentle hands placed on your hips, fingertips digging ever so slightly into the fat that they could squish for hours if you'd let them. your hips are their favorite part of your body, littering them with bruises and love bites at any given moment. on their knees, looking up at you, two hands firmly griping each hip, placing a soft kiss to the bone with a smile.

leon kennedy, john price, ellie williams, arisu ryohei, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, kyle garrick, könig

waist holding > hip holding their hands fit perfectly in the curve of your waist, almost like your waist was made for them to grab and use to their advantage. they pull you close by your waist, fingers showing no signs of letting go any time soon. using their strength to manhandle you in any way they possibly could, squeezing your waist to show you who's boss with a look that's sure to kill.

joel miller, simon riley, ada wong, niragi suguru, chishiya shuntaro, john mctavish, albert wesker, last boss

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"❀˚ rafe is so attentive to you. he might be busy ‘handling business’ all the time, but he’ll drop everything if something’s bothering you. he wants you to live a cozy, carefree life, physical proof to you and everyone else that he can maintain that for you. so, when you show up at tannyhill with tears in your eyes, he goes straight into problem solving mode. ˚❀༉‧₊" - (x) inspired by @maiiuelle

you were in a foul mood. one that left you nothing but in shivers, and sniffles. you were holding yourself together until you saw rafe. you had started working lately, telling rafe that you could handle it and that you hated the way that he had to pay for everything. 

you worked at a meek small cafe, serving tables, and coming home greasy and bubbly. sometimes you'd bring free leftover fries, and rafe would kiss you, telling you that there was enough money to pay for it. but you liked it. you liked the simplicity rafe liked seeing you happy.

but today everything was horrible. from the way that the day started from the way you felt in the beginning. you had hit your toe on the door and chipped a nail. then there was a man who yelled at you for getting his order wrong, and you ended up having chunks of potato puree in your hair after a toddler grappled for the food you were serving.

so there you were at tanyhill. staring up at the daunting building, as hot tears streamed down your face. you felt caged in as your arms were wrapped around your body. you felt small, almost as if you could disappear the moment something was uttered.

rafe had given you the key to the house. that's the way he was, giving you small things. giving you small things that you'd always hold close to your heart. sometimes he'd just gaze at you, kiss your forehead and call you his "sweet girl," and you felt your whole body blaze with a fire. and so you gently swung open, the hall echoing with emptiness, you felt yourself smile gently. 

tanyhill reminded you of rafe. and rafe reminded you of good things. yet your foul mood followed you, and somehow there was this inkling feeling that rafe wouldn't allow you to keep your job if he knew how horrible the service was. 

but you couldn't help yourself as you bundled in rafe's bedsheets, smelling that scent of his, and wearing one of his polo's. your hand ached towards the phone, yet you held back. he was probably handling business, but it was finally when you picked up the phone and dialled his number. he picked up in one ring.

"rafe?" you sniffed out, your voice scratchy.

"what's wrong?" rafe murmured back. you could almost hear the alarm in his voice and could feel the way he was probably pacing around. he was probably going to be in trouble. that caused you to wilt even more, as you tried to stammer out your sentence. 

"i need you." 

˚❀༉‧₊˚.

you could imagine what rafe was thinking. he was probably worried. worried out of his mind, as you sat in his bed, messy bed head and tears streaming down your face. you heard the creak of the door opening, and there he was.

you saw him, eyes soft as they traced your body. there you were, eyes rubbed red, and a pout on your face. you seemed almost in disbelief, as you stared at him. finally, you jumped into his embrace. it was warm. it was home. you could hear his heartbeat. 

your voice was slurred as you whispered words out, still seeking his warmth.

 "you came." 

it was only here you took a peek at his face, a soft smile was sprawled across his face. 

"you called." 

maybe that was when you realised you loved him. 

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omg like ok imagine professor!rafe like distancing from her because he doesn’t want people to catch on and he’s trying to make them less suspicious. so he doesn’t fuck her for weeks and she starts getting horny desperate and decides to tease him but he continues to brush her advances off and she finally flirts with this guy in the class and rafe fucking looses it. tells her to stay after class and grabs her wrist and brings her back into his office, bends her over his lap, and forces her MINI skirt up (it’s so small it barely covers anything and that only pisses him off more) and spanks her so much she’s going to have marks for days. she ends up sobbing and tells him she just wanted daddy to notice her and he gets all soft on her, telling her he’s sorry, and he loves her, then he fucks her so good and they cuddle after…

LIKE…i can’t he’s actually so yummy 😋 🤤

a/n: this is actually such a scrummy request I got a lil wet mmm mmm mm delicious. love me some professor!rafe.

warnings: older!professor!rafe x younger!student!f!reader. spanking, slight spit kink?, rough handling before he gets all softie, manipulative themes, age gap relationship (all legal, she's 19–21, he's 30–35), possessive and jealous themes, daddy kink cuz he is lit daddy. People know..but like...they don't confront it...or acknowledge.

It wasn't very well hidden amongst the other students that there was something going on between you and Mr Cameron, but everyone, as if it was an unwritten rule, decided to not bring it up.

One, they were all a little scared of Rafe. Some say they've heard rumours of him killing a cop a few decades back, but it was just rumours.

Two, he was the only non wrinkled, slow talking, helpful teacher in the college. If he got fired and they all had to go back to teachers way past their teaching prime, they'd drop the class.

So, they ignored the tension between you, the fact you both coincidentally always show up with hickeys at the same time, and the lingering stares.

Besides, they had no hard evidence to confirm it, just suspicion.

But they hadn't seen any of that in a few weeks now. And God, you were desperate.

You tried touches that lasted a little too long, hidden meaning words, short skirts, no bra, and got nothing. Rafe was just ignoring you.

He felt wrong for doing this. You had your whole life, you shouldn't spend it hung up on some old guy. He was rude, grumpy, and distant. Everything he felt you didn't need.

That's exactly what you need.

But, if you couldn't get it from him, you'll get it elsewhere. You decided to wear an especially short skirt, practically a belt, and a little plain tube top. You're sat in Rafe's lesson, not staring at him for once, and actually looking at the board.

"Hey, do you have notes from last week?" You whispered to the guy next to you, smiling softly. You actually did have the notes, but you needed an excuse for a conversation.

He looked you up and down briefly, knowing the rumours between you and Rafe, but shrugged. He'd take the risk.

"Yeah, yeah, course." He smiled, leaning down to his bag and pulling them out. You scooted closer to him, reading them as he held them, quickly writing it down in your notepad.

"Ugh," you moaned, making extra effort to make it sound sinful enough to get the mans imagination going. "You're a lifesaver. Thank you." you gave him a sticky, lipglossy kiss on the cheek with a smile.

"Anytime, pretty girl." He smirked, licking his lips. You smiled back at him, batting your eyelashes like you would at Rafe.

Who was watching the entire time.

Just because he wasn't fucking you anymore, doesn't mean he'd ever stop staring at you. Watching the whole scene play out, simply wanting to snap the pen in his hand.

You noticed his stare, but didn't meet it. Just continued talking with the boy next to you, your hands lingering on his shoulder and bicep, giggling at his so not funny jokes — it was pitiful to watch you try and flirt with someone other than him. Just so you could have your needy cunt fucked for five minutes before the boy left.

Rafe looked at his watch, noticing his lesson was done. "Dismissed." He told everyone, all beginning to pack their bags and leave. Including you.

"You," He pointed towards you, making you freeze. "Stay."

You nodded softly, nonchalantly waving to the boy next to you with a smile. "Call me!" he chuckled, looking back at you before back at the piece of paper you handed him with your number, nodding to himself before he left.

When everyone was out the room, it was quiet. The only sound being Rafe wiping his whiteboard free of pen, and your thumping heartbeat.

You stepped out from your chair, carefully approaching him.

"What did you want?" You asked, tone flat. Or, at least, it tried to be. If he was going to act like nothing happened, so are you.

"Watch it," He hissed, putting the eraser down and walking to his desk, his palms flat on it. "That mouth of yours has already gotten you in trouble, don't make it worse."

"What have I done? You're the one who's been a dick for weeks!" You scoffed at him, and he stalked out from behind the desk towards you. He towered over you, but kept distance so that the cameras wouldn't catch anything to fire him over. He's already had a few close calls.

"My office. Now." He hissed lowly, and when you began walking slowly, his eyes followed shortly before his feet did. Luckily the camera in his office had been out of commission for a while.

You walked quietly to his office, keeping your head low as he trailed shortly behind you. You could feel his stare on you, all of you.

He wanted to rip his skin off at how short your skirt was, seeing the lace panties he bought you. For only his eyes. Now every fucker in these halls are seeing it.

He pushed the door shut and the sound of the lock clicking sent shivers down your spine. He sat down on the slightly uncomfortable couch in the corner of his office, and stared at you expectantly.

"What?" You crossed your arms, testing the waters to see how long you can stand your ground.

"Come here. Now."

Turns out, not long.

You walked over to him slowly, sitting next to him, which made him sigh.

Grabbing your upper arm and yanking you over his lap, you yelped quietly, not wanting anyone outside to hear.

Your tummy was on his thighs, his hands rubbing soothing strokes on the backs of your legs.

"You want to tell me why you were talking to that boy?" He asked softly, but you knew it was a ruse, you had been punished enough to know what it starts out like.

"None of your fucking business."

Never stopped you from being bratty, though.

He hummed calmly, pulling up your tiny skirt, hardly needing to pull much. He fixed your panties for you, making sure they were nicely splayed against your plush cheeks before delivering a sharp hit to it, the redness immediately rising.

You gasped, burying your face into the couch cushion. Don't want to disturb the passers-by, now do we?

"Want to try that again?" He asked you, gently moving his finger over the red welt.

"B–Because I needed notes.."

Crack!

"Ow! That's the truth!" You whimpered, and he tutted.

"I saw you taking notes all of my last lesson. You always have the notes. Again." He gently pulled your panties higher, making it easier to see the wet patch forming.

"U–uhm.." You mumbled, feeling yourself get emotional. It's been so long since you were in his arms, and now that you are, it's because he's punishing you.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

You cried quietly, and he just tutted and scoffed.

"Don't fucking cry, you — you brought this upon yourself when you started talking to that boy." He grumbled, delivering several more sharp spanks to your already red ass, making you muffle sobs into his leg.

"That's not fair!" you cried, and he gave you four more, two on your ass, the other two on the backs of your thighs.

"More than fair, and you know it." He flipped you over, yanking your panties down your thighs and tossing them somewhere in his office.

You wriggled, your nose scrunching as you sniffled.

"No! M'sorry! Won't do it again." You tried to sit up but he pushed you back down, spreading your legs.

He gave small, but mean slaps onto your puffy clit, your slick sticking to his fingers as he slapped your pussy.

You mewled, looking up at him with tears in your eyes and sniffling. His other hand went to your thighs, slapping you there too. He wanted to leave handprints where people would see. And they'd see them very well with the skirts you wear.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, slapping your thigh again.

You nodded quickly.

"Hm...I don't think you have." he mumbled, lifting your body to go back to spanking your plush ass.

"I'm sorry! Just wanted you to notice, daddy." You cried, and his moments paused. "J–Just wanted you to...to touch me again, m'sorry daddy."

Well, now he felt bad.

"That so?" He asked, barely even above a whisper, bringing you to sit on his lap, facing him instead.

"Uh huh. You haven't even looked at me for weeks, or spoken to me!" You hiccuped, looking at him with big eyes and large tears sitting on your waterline.

His face softened, as did his touch. He gently wrapped his hands around your hips.

"I'm sorry, baby...I didn't realise it upset you so much. I only did it because another teacher asked me about you." He cooed, letting you tuck your head under his chin, nuzzling his neck.

"Could've told me instead of ignoring me..." You whispered against his skin and he could feel your soft lips brushing against him.

"Couldn't be seen with you for a while outside of class, and they check emails." He explained, rubbing over your sore, bruised ass. He felt bad. Sort of.

"Who was the guy?" He asked, gently kissing your temple.

"Ben something."

He'd remember that name to fail him on every assignment for the next six months.

"Y'know you're my girl, right? No one can take care of you like I can." He whispered against your forehead before kissing it, and you nodded softly.

"No one else gets to touch you like me, understand? No one can make you feel as good as I do." He kissed along your cheek, lifting you up gently to kiss your jaw.

You whimpered softly, pawing at his chest as he kissed you and whispered reassurances. What you took as reassurances.

"No one protects you like I do, hm? They don't make you feel safe. I do." He began pulling off your skirt as he led your back onto the dingy couch.

You nodded along to whatever he was say, dumbly agreeing with everything he was saying. They didn't know you like he like did. Didn't fuck you like he did. Didn't treat you like he did.

They'll never be him.

"No fratboy dick can make you cum six times." He scoffed as he brought your legs up, his nose nudging your ankle before he kissed it, then began lowering your knees to your chest.

"And they definitely can't make this greedy cunt as wet as I do." He smirked to himself, running a gentle finger over your puffy clit, humming at the way it glided over with ease.

You whimpered, hips jolting at the slight stimulation.

"Please, daddy.." you cried, keeping your hands on your own legs, keeping your knees firmly against your chest, giving him the best view.

"I'm gettin' to it, let me take my time, sweet girl." He murmured, his hand going to his belt, undoing it quickly and letting it drop to the floor. He pulled his slacks down just enough to grip his cock at the base and pull it out.

He reached the hand over to your chin, tapping it roughly.

"Spit." He stared at you as the spit dribbled from your pouty lips, down your chin, and onto his hand.

He brought that hand back to his dick, using your saliva as lube and giving himself a few mean strokes, his breath hitching.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked, leaning forward to line himself up. You nodded quickly.

"F'course, daddy."

He slapped his tip against your clit, making you huff.

"Say it." He warned, taking your legs away from your chest and wrapping them around his hips instead.

"M'gonna be a good girl, daddy." you whispered oh so pitifully, and he smiled.

"There's my girl." He slowly began pushing into your tight hole. No matter how many times you fuck, you never adjust.

You whine quietly, squeezing your eyes shut as you clawed at his arm. He had the girth and the length, and despite it being the best dick you've ever had, it was still a struggle.

He watched your tight cunt stretch to accommodate him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You whimpered, and he nodded.

"I know, baby, I know. Just a few more seconds and you'll feel so good...just relax baby." He cooed, kissing your nose, cheek, and lips gently.

You untensed your muscles, feeling the slight sting of pain fade away, your cunt fluttering and clenching around him.

"Y'can move now, daddy." You whispered into the kiss, and he took a cautious glance at your face to see if you were lying, which you've done before. That was a morning after.

"Okay, princess." He slowly slid himself out before he slammed back in, deep but slow strokes, making you hiccup and whimper with every one.

He kissed down your neck and collar bone, grabbing your shirt and ripping it before he kissed over the valley of your breasts.

He looked up at you, seeing your scrunched up face and parted lips. God, you looked so pretty whilst he fucked you.

He kissed his way back up, burying his face into your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Fuck — best pussy I've ever had, y'know that?" He groaned, speeding up his thrusts, making you bite his shoulder to resist a cry.

You scratched at his back, keeping your legs tight around his waist as he pounded into you, strokes deep and fast, making your head spin.

The sounds of your cunt and skin slapping filled the room, his pelvis nudging your puffy clit occasionally. You moaned and whined, writhing beneath him.

He groaned and grunted into your neck, his moans mixing with yours as you felt the coil twist tighter in your abdomen.

"M'close, daddy.." you whimpered, and he nodded, trailing a hand down to circle his thumb over your clit.

"Cum for daddy, baby. C'mon." He cooed, feeling himself grow closer as he felt your soft cunt squeezing and fluttering around him rapidly.

"O–Oh! Oh!" You whined in his ear, your legs shaking as your orgasm ripped through you, coating his dick and pelvis. He chuckled quietly before he kissed your shoulder, ramming into you to chase his own high.

You squeaked and squealed, but stayed still, knowing that he'd get upset if you made him lose his rhythm.

He panted in your ear, grumbling a quiet. "Fuckin' love you — and this pussy, fuck." before his orgasm met him, his hips stopping as he buried himself as deep as he could inside you, letting out a low growl like sound as he came, filling your pussy to the brim.

He stayed there for a moment to let both of you catch your breaths before he slowly pulled out, muttering a quiet apology as you whimpered, and began cleaning you up with some tissues.

He dressed you and himself again, but didn't want you to leave. So, he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you tighter on his lap and resting his head against yours.

"Did you mean it?" You asked quietly, fiddling with a button on his shirt. He knew what you were referring to. His little slip up.

"Yeah..I did." He mumbled, pushing down the guilt that replaced the euphoria in his abdomen.

"I love you too." You kissed his shoulder.

Thank god his office was almost completely soundproof.

Almost.

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

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rafe’s instagram stories <3

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readers instagram stories with rafe <3

rafe’s version here!

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porn star daddy eating you out?? absolutely love this series

thank you love! 💖 pornstar!rafe uses that pornstache to his advantage 💦

Pornstar!Rafe loves to eat pussy… a lot. His dirty mind got off on having his mustache covered in pussy juice, always rubbing his face in a girl’s cunt to coat the thick hair and make it sticky. He had eaten a lot of pussy in his porn career, it was part of the job. Of course the girl he was trying not to fall for, had the sweetest cunt a man could ever dream of. One taste had him addicted, so much so he might actually be happy having you dripping against his tongue for the rest of his life.

He had you on the kitchen counter of all places, your legs spread as his tongue was laid out flat against your drenched folds. You felt your cunt clench as you saw his blue eyes roll back as he got a taste of you again, like if he wasn’t just face first in your pussy the day before. You had a hard time focusing when he ate pussy the way he did, his words filthy and mouth hungry.

“R-rafe…” You gasped, pretty toes curling as you watched the sight between your legs. His dirty blonde hair messy and unkept, unreal blue eyes boring into you, thick fingers digging into your spread thighs and that fucking mustache tickling your pussy lips as he hungrily ate.

He pulled back, his handsome face already covered in your wetness as he took two digits to spread your folds open. He had no shame, spitting on your pussy with a smirk on his lips.

“I don’t know where you came from, but you have the sweetest fuckin cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting and I’ve been in a lot of pussy.” His voice low, pad of his thumb coming out to run over your swollen pearl.

You let out a whine, manicured hand coming down to yank at those wild locks to bring back to your sopping center. He quickly reminded you who you were fucking with when he roughly yanked your hand away with his own.

“This is my shit to enjoy, yeah? So be a good whore and keep your hands to yourself.” He spat at you, massive hand spanking your pussy. “Don’t you have any fuckin manners?” He mumbled, as if he wasn’t the one with the pornstache covered in your juices from his messy eating skills.

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Rafe who just loves your tits, not even sexually

He'd always be caressing them, holding them, telling you "just use my hands baby" if all your bras were in the wash that day

He holds them when you're doing something together, it's just instinct. You'll be watching a movie and his hands will just be on your boobs not even doing anything

He loves loves loves to wash them when you shower together. He always tells you "you have to keep him clean" but you know he just wants to have them in his hands

Sometimes they'll even help him think. He'll be mindlessly fondling your tits while he is deep in work mode not even noticing what he's doing

He just loves those boobies :3

Shit lil thing but I had to post nothing is gonna stop me not even tumblr

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ℱ𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

(Pjo!au)

Warnings-Making out :3 readers a daughter of Apollo, Rafe’s a child of ares

Masterlist

The sunshine daughter of Apollo, the head counselor of the cabin and a beloved person of the camp.

And then there’s him. Rafe Cameron. An Ares counselor who wants nothing to do with anyone, he’s so full of rage sometimes you think that he’s Ares himself. Most of the camp didn’t like him.

And if there was one person who had been in the most fights and always ended up having to be treated by you, it was him.

It wasn’t any better than you both had an on and off thing, a few kisses turning into more every once in a while.

As the head apollo healer, you had a duty you had to fullfill. You cared for everyone that walked in and out of the healer cabins, even after it got busy.

Today had been a slow day, all the other healers were sleeping and just as you had began to close up, there was a knock at the cabin door.

You sighed, throwing the rag you had in your hands down into the sink and opening the door.

“Sorry to pop in so late. But… these two idiots… Got into a fight. Just… work your magic.” Dionysus started, you could tell he was pissed by the way he shoved them both into the cabin, waving a hand.

“Oh! Uh.. I was just about to close up, but…” when you began to talk, he was already walking away, calling back a thanks. You were mad, but just shoved it down.

You looked at the two boys in front of you, one of them being a younger hades boy and the other being none other than Rafe.

“Alright, which one of you started it?”

“He did!” The scrawny hades boy argued, Rafe furrowing an eyebrow, turning to him.

“No I fuckin’ didn’t, you little-“ he was going to attack him before you just put a hand on his chest.

“Jesus, with all these fights Cameron I’m shocked you’re still counselor of that cabin.”

“Whatever. I’m here to be healed, not fuckin’ argue. So… do your job or whatever.” He waved his hand, sitting on a chair.

The scrawny boy sat on the opposite side of the room and they just glared at each other.

“What’s your name?” You asked the boy, he quietly muttered his name and you went over to the filing cabinet. “And… what hurts?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me right now. I’m here to treat you, and I’m just as tired as you are right now. I would like to go home, so please, what hurts?”

You attended to the Hades boy first, his wounds were worse than Rafe’s. He seemed quiet the whole time, not saying a word to you.

After his wounds had been tended to, he grumbled out a thanks and stormed outside, going to his cabin.

You sighed and turned to Rafe, walking over to him. The room was full of tension, both of you felt it but you tried to ignore it.

“Lift up your shirt.” You told him, he did so, a smile on his face as he watched you clean his chest.

“You got him good, I’ll tell you that much.” You murmured to him while you bandaged up his knuckles.

“I know.” He snickered.

“Why do you always do this?” You sighed again, looking up at the boy, stopping your movements.

“That little skinny bastard deserved it.”

“Why?”

“He was talking shit.”

“About you?”

“About you.” He mumbled, you furrowed an eyebrow. “Yeah, he- he called you a bitch to his little friends, cause you accidentally ran into him-or beat him in a sword fight, or something. Got all defensive when I heard him.”

“Wait, you fought him because of me?” You pointed to yourself.

“Yeah. I mean,” he leaned back in his chair. “Can’t have anyone talkin’ bout my favorite healer like that.” He shrugged, a small smile playing on his face.

You were silent before you spoke. “Rafe…”

“Hmm?”

“I- I don’t- ever since that kiss-“ you rambled, pausing your movements, looking at the ground.

“Shh.” He mumbled, cutting you off and leaning down, gently gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Please let me have this.” He asked as he leaned closer, your heart picking up as his lips ghosted yours.

You nodded feverishly, and that was all he needed to crash his lips into yours. You let out a low moan, his grip on your jaw turned harsher, and he grabbed your face when he slid his tongue in your mouth.

Your lips left his for a moment when you got up to straddle him. He smiled, before the both of you got back to making out on the chair.

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Cowboy!JJ and citygirl!reader as a couple and he’s teaching her how to do things on the ranch because once they graduate high school they plan to get married and he wants to move her in…

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“Alright- and she’s ready for ya.” He spoke, tapping his horse and looking back at you. “That was easy.” You told him.

“It’s easy getting ‘er ready, but the ridings the hard part. But it’s easy when you get the hang of it.” He tilted to his head to the side.

“I think I’m ready.”

He smiled at your words. “Alright then, big girl, hop on up there. Carefully.”

He stood behind you, watching you grab the reins, jump on top of the horse, struggle to get your foot over before JJ helped you.

“That’s alright.” He nodded, looking at his horse and petting her mane. “Now you grab onto the reins, sit up straight, relax your arms.”

You listened. “To get him to walk, you just gently squeeze his sides with your legs. And I told you how to steer, stop and trot, right?”

You nodded, replaying his words in your head.

“Alright, Cowgirl, show me what you got.” He stepped back, patting his horse again and watching you start to move. You smiled, looking at Jj before turning your attention back to the horse.

“There you go! You’re doin’ it!”

_____

He showed you how to do everything else around the ranch these past few days, taking care of all the animals, feeding them, cleaning.

You wiped the sweat off your brow, and although you weren’t quite used to this lifestyle, you enjoyed doing everything with JJ.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asked you, stopping his movements and looking at you.

You nodded. “It’s just hot as hell.”

He smiled, laughing. “Yeah. Why don’t you go take a shower? I got all this for now.”

You thought for a moment, despite how nice a shower sounded, you found yourself shaking your head. “I’m alright.” You told him, giving him a small smile and continuing what you were doing.

He was shocked at your answer, but it made him happy. He smiled, turning back the the goats bleating at him.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.”

Later that night, he sat with you in the grass, both of you stargazing in silence.

“Y/n?” He said quietly.

“Yeah?” You turned your head to face him.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

You giggled, confused where this is coming from.

“I mean it. I can’t wait to run this damn ranch with you.” He said, you smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him.

“Well, thank you for being the best teacher ever.”

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Sharing is Caring — J.B x JJ x Reader

— summary: your boyfriends best friend is going through some shitty times, and John B. knows the best way to cheer him up.

— CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), some hair pulling, lots of praise.

— note: hehehehe hiii. soo i love writing rafe x jj x reader, but.. here’s jb x jj x reader bc why not😈 also, yes. yes i did use a pic of chase, rudy and madelyn… sue me. that’s not me saying reader is white, i just couldn’t find any other pics of two guys n a girl.

You always knew John B. and JJ shared everything. From food, to beds, to clothes. There was nothing those two didn’t share, except for you.

John B. had never been willing to let anyone else touch his girl… Until now.

You remember the conversation clearly, your boyfriend approaching you and saying, “Babe, JJ really needs us both.. He’s been going through it, a lot worse than usual..”

You remember not fully understanding what exactly John B. meant, but he’d made sure to be 100% clear with his intentions, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his plan before he brought it up to JJ.

And that’s what landed you here, JJ in your arms, tears running down his face as he kissed at the skin of your neck, whispering sweet words to you as you held him, letting him have his way with you while John B. sat behind you, arms protectively wrapped around your middle and stroking the skin of your bare stomach.

“Thank you, thank you both..” JJ whimpered, his lips kissing sloppily at your neck.

You shush him, running your fingers through his messy blond locks. “Shhh, you know we’re here for you, J. Always. Let’s take your mind off everything, yeah?”

He nods his head furiously, bright, teary blue eyes staring back at you as you slowly pull your white tank top over your head. His eyes automatically fall to your bra clad chest, soaking in your perfectly round breasts.

“She’s so pretty, JB.” JJ coos as one of his large palms cups at your tits, kneading the plump flesh softly.

John B. smirks, watching as his best friend toys with your perfect tits. “Yeah, I know. Enjoy it, she’s here to help you.”

JJ harshly yanks at the cups of your bra, pulling them down and letting your tits spring free. His fingers find your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth.

You moan softly, JJ’s lips sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple while John B’s hands trail down your sides and into your denim shorts. JB’s fingers push down and into your silk panties, finding your clit and toying with it, pulling another soft moan from you.

“Fuck, John B, need more, please.” you beg, bucking your hips upward.

John B’s lips land on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses up and down your arm and neck as his fingers rub through your slick pussy.

“Sound so pretty when you beg for me, mama. Let’s let JJ taste this sweet pussy though, you okay with that?”

You bite at your bottom lip, staring back at JJ as he lets your nipple fall from his lips. He’s breathing heavy, lips slightly parted as he eyes you cautiously. “You ain’t gotta let me if you don’t-” JJ begins, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.

“No, I want you to. Please, JJ. Please eat my pussy.”

JJ grins, pushing himself back and watching as John B slowly works the button and zipper of your shorts. JB slowly pushes the material down your legs, your panties going along with them, baring your soaked pussy to JJ who sucks in a sharp breath.

“Damnit. She’s so fucking wet, JB. You sure this is okay?”

John B nods his head slowly. “Course. We’re here to help you, JJ. Go on. She’s so fucking sweet.”

JJ cautiously settles between your legs. His large hands grip at your thighs, spreading them open wider for him as he lays on his stomach and dips his head down, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal.

A low hum of satisfaction fills the air, and you gasp when JJ leaves soft, slow kisses on your inner thighs. He works his mouth up the smooth flesh, sinking his teeth into the soft skin occasionally. When his mouth reaches your soaked core, he pauses, blue eyes looking up to find John B’s deep brown ones. John B. is busy toying with your hardened nipples, pausing his actions to meet his best friends stare, a small crease in his brow. “You good, Jay?” JB would ask.

JJ would nod his head, shaking the intrusion of thoughts that swarmed his head. John B. said it was fine, he needed to stop stressing that this would cause a strain on his friendship.

He dips his head back down, his tongue darting out to lick a long, hot stripe through your arousal slick folds. He curses under his breath at how fucking sweet you taste, “Fuck, she is so sweet.” He murmurs before diving in and devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

Your chest heaves up and down, fingers tightly gripping John B’s thigh as JJ licks, sucks and fingers your sensitive cunt. John B. slowly lifts your head from his lap, removing himself from his position on the bed. JJ halts his actions, two thick fingers shoved deep inside you while he warily eyes his best friend.

John B gives him a small grin, “Just gonna flip her over so I can fuck her pretty mouth.”

JJ pulls his fingers from inside you, shoving them in this mouth and licking them clean as he watches John B effortlessly flip you onto your stomach. John B lands a harsh slap on your bare ass cheek, “Ass in the air baby, let JJ make you cum while you choke on my dick.”

You quickly obey your boyfriend’s demand, shifting onto your knees and placing your ass up and in the air. JJ smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, ass swaying back and forth, waiting on his lips and tongue to reclaim their place on your swollen clit.

John B. quickly works his basketball shorts down his legs, boxers following closely behind. Your eyes watch intently as his long, hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from the tip. You’d never get over how big your boyfriend was.

John B. situates himself back on the bed, his hands gripping tightly at the back of your head and shoving your mouth down and on his cock. “That’s it, baby girl, choke on my dick. You know how I like it.”

You suck in a breath of air through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and begin sucking and licking every inch of your boyfriend’s length. You gag around him when the swollen head hits the back of your throat, but you quickly begin breathing through your nose and focusing on the pleasure JJ’s tongue was giving you once more.

The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and all three of your heavy breathing. Your pussy clenches around JJ’s fingers as he continues to finger you and suck fervently at your clit. “I- ‘m gonna cum, J, shit!”

You moan loudly around John B’s cock as the band snaps, an earth shattering orgasm rushing through you and soaking JJ’s tongue and fingers.

John B continues harshly thrusting himself in and out of your mouth while JJ continues to finger fuck your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit, pushing you to a point of overstimulation.

You feel John B’s cock swell inside your mouth, a few more harsh thrusts and a deathly tight grip on your hair, you feel his cock twitch before the warm, salty taste of his cum coats your tongue. You continue to suck him furiously, helping him ride out his high as JJ’s tongue and fingers work you toward your second orgasm.

“Fffffuck! Always know how to make me feel so good, princess. Such a good girl.” John B praises, stroking softly at your cheek with his fingers.

You let out one final moan as JJ has you coming undone around his fingers again before pulling them from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fall limp in John B’s lap, allowing him to softly stroke your bare back.

“Thank y’all… I feel.. A lot better.” JJ says softly.

John B smiles at him, nodding his head once. “Of course, you know we’re always here for you man.”

You let out a hum of agreement, your eyes fluttering shut, the sound of your boyfriend and his best friend conversing the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

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hiiiii angel smutty rafe thought here!!! rafe slutting you out so hard he breaks the headboard 🥵 OR yall going at it on the druthers 😍

rafe 🤝 rough sex

MDNI | 18+ content

he's hitting it from behind bcuz he's mad, muttering something about how you're 'too pretty' for him to look at right now — and so your face is shoved into a laundry scented comforter only to stain the cream colour with layers of eye-makeup forced out of you through sobs of pleasure elicited by the harshness of rafe's thrusts.

he's mounted you completely, one hand bracing himself against the dip of your back, and the other concentrating his residual strength against the wooden headboard, the solid timbre hitting the plaster of the wall with every slap of his hips against your ass.

just when he's about to cum does he finally remove the hand from your waist, instead propping your ass up higher and moving both hands to the headboard so he can increase his pace without the risk of harming you.

he doesn't even notice when it happens, too entangled in this cocoon of pleasure he's orchestrated with you to hear the snap of wood corroding under his powerful digits.

it's only when the two of you are done, and you're fussing with the sheets to get them right again after your sacrilegious demolition of the poor bed, do you notice the splintering of the headboard.

you cross your arms over you chest defiantly, "rafe, did you do this?"

he just shrugs, "quit actin' like you weren't the one beggin' me to use you."

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asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..

he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.

he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.

consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.

you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”

“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.

“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.

“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”

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needy little thing

kook!reader x s3 rafe cameron

warnings: smut smut smut, desperate reader and husband material rafe.

It has been a while since you’ve gotten your hands on Rafe - at least three long weeks.

With his Dad now gone, Rafe was left with the biggest responsibility he’s ever had, the one he’s always wanted: his dad’s company.

However, when he initially wished for the money and the power his dad’s position gave him, he didn’t take into account the number of hours the job would take away from spending time with you.

Recently, even more time with Rafe had been taken away from you, with him being in Barbados and you stuck in Tannyhill tending to the house. You’d begged him to bring you with, reasoning it’d be a vacation for you anyways - but of course, he hated to mix business and pleasure. He had work to get done and knew with you around, he wouldn’t complete any of it.

Your nightly FaceTime calls with him were the only time you had dedicated to him every day, and even that fell short, one of you (most often Rafe) falling asleep on call, mid-conversation.

To say you were excited for him to come back home to you was an understatement.

You prepared the days leading up to it, making sure the house was spotless, the chandeliers gleaming, and you looking perfect as well.

A fresh set of acrylics, a new dress and lingerie set, kitten heels, and your hair blown out were just the minor things you did to prepare for his homecoming.

Finishing the dinner you cooked for him and putting his favorite brand of whiskey on ice, you lit the candles on the table and admired the fresh flowers you picked from the garden this morning.

Hearing his car pull into the driveway, you beamed with excitement: he was finally home.

You prepared his plate, busying yourself while he slowly made his way into the house.

Hearing his footsteps on the freshly polished floor, you quit the “busy” act, unable to contain your excitement, rushing to him.

Meeting his eyes for the first time, you felt your lids flood with tears, “Rafe.”

He smiled at you, that cute, boyish smile you missed, and pushed you, making you fall into his strong arms.

You sniffled, head resting on his chest. He smelled from his cologne, your favorite smell in the world. Brushing his hand down your soft hair, he kissed your forehead.

“I missed ya, kid.”

You pushed back, pressing your lips to his, kissing him sweetly. He pushed an arm around your waist, tugging at the new fabric, “this new?”

You hummed, too lost in his embrace to respond.

“I like it, s’real cute,” he smirked at you, pulling away to get a good look at you. “Do a spin f’me.”

You obeyed, letting his hand lead you in a slow spin, as his eyes lingered everywhere, from your eyes to your soft hair, your necklace, your tits that were pushed up from the new dress you bought yourself, your plump ass, and your smooth skin.

Holding onto your waist, he let your hands wander, nails scratching everywhere they went.

Gripping onto his arms, you trailed your nails down the skin, admiring the muscle.

“You been working out?”, you asked.

“How else am I gonna make sure you’re still into me- know you’ve always loved my arms.”

“I’ll always be into you. You don’t have to worry about that,” you smiled.

“That right?”

You hummed as you turned back to the dinner table, all set for the two of you. He followed close behind, hands grabbing at your waist and pressing kisses to your neck. He quickly got carried away, lost in your perfume and how soft your skin was.

“Rafe… c’mon let’s eat I made all this food for you.”

He sat down at the table, pouring himself a glass and tapping your ass as you walked around to your seat.

“So how was Barbados?”, you asked, cutting into your steak and potatoes.

“Good,” he sighed, stuffing his mouth full of food, “was boring without you.”

“Yeah?”, you smiled sweetly, sipping on your wine and watching him eat.

“Baby you’d love it there - I’ll have to take you next time. The beaches are so nice, and the new property I checked out down there is great.”

You hummed, listening to him ramble on and on about his trip, and all of the boring business things he partook in.

You’d be lying if you said you were paying full attention to him - you haven’t since the second he walked in.

Running your fresh acrylics through his hair, you grinned at the groans he let out.

“I missed you, sweetheart,” he admitted, roughly pulling your chair closer to his.

Laying his head in your hands, he closed his eyes, encouraging you to keep scratching his head.

You moved over to his lap, straddled him, and guided his head in the crook of your shoulder to keep scratching him.

In between his groans of pleasure, he left kisses along your neck, traveling his lips lower and lower down your chest.

Moving one hand to your ass, the other to your hip, he moved you against his crotch, smirking at the staggered breaths you let out.

Pushing your dress away so the crotch of your panties hit directly on his bulge, he teased when he felt the wet spot, “You missed me, huh?”

“So much, Rafe”, you whispered, your wine-stained lips chasing his.

He was too impatient to wait any longer, moving off the chair and throwing you over his shoulder.

Downing the rest of his whiskey, he slammed the glass on the table and began the walk to your bedroom. As he walked, he palmed your ass cheeks, occasionally slapping at it, laughing at how you squirmed and kicked your feet.

You were giddy from the wine, so by the time he got you to your room, you were a giggling mess.

He smiled at your laugh, but couldn’t hold back, kissing down your body to your panties, pushing them to the side momentarily.

He slipped his long fingers inside you, listening to the squelch.

“Rafe,” you whined.

“You’re a fuckin’ mess, baby.”

“Missed you so much,” you shakily reached for his hand, wanting him to go faster.

“You missed me, huh?”, he quickened.

“Y-yeah?”

“Y’wanna do something for me then?”

You nodded, doe eyes glossed over.

“Show me how you took care of yourself when I was gone, then,” he pulled away, leaving you a wet whiny mess.

“Rafe I want you to-“

“No - make yourself cum once, and then I’ll take care of you.”

You groaned, just wanting him, any part of him, inside of you.

“Show me how well you took care of that pretty pussy for me,” he patted your thigh, urging you to go.

You slowly moved your hands down to your underwear, removing it before waiting for his nod to continue.

Slipping two fingers into yourself, you moaned at the sight of him sitting before you, completely entranced.

Rubbing slow circles on your clit, you eyed him - his tan made him look like a Greek god. His shoulders got bigger, his abs more defined, and his freckles returned to his sun-kissed skin.

“Mhmmm, keep going,” he instructed when your pace slowed. “The faster you finish the faster you’ll have me.”

You were so worked up, three weeks without him, that the simple thought of having him inside of you was enough to push you over, your legs lightly shaking with your release. As you came down, he unclipped your bra with ease.

He was quick to replace your fingers with his thick ones, curling them up into you to hit that spongy spot.

You closed your legs around his big arms that held you, overwhelmed at the sense.

“Wan’ you, Rafe. Wanna come around you,” you pleaded.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t ya,” he teased before shrugging his shorts and boxers off. Your hands immediately went to his cock, hand still wet from your cum, to jerk him off, wanting him in you as soon as possible.

He caught onto your desperation, feeling the same, and thrusted into you the second he got your hand off of him.

“Fuck-k baby,” he groaned. “You keep this shit tight for me, huh?”

Your mouth stayed open, unable to make any noise.

Your constant clenching around him drove him crazy, “3 weeks of no sex and you can barely handle this cock, we got some work to do, huh sweetheart?”, he laughed.

“So- so big,” you managed to mutter.

“Yeah?”

“Missed it s’much,” you babbled, head contorting at the quick and hard thrusts he gave you.

He loved you like this most - when he turned you into nothing but a babbling mess, drunk on him, desperate for anything he’d give you.

He missed it.

“God,” he growled, “I don’t know how I left you for so long. Can’t do it again, can’t…”

You nonverbally agreed, pressing your nails into his biceps, hoping he’d never leave you for so long again.

“Please, please, please,” you begged. For what, you weren’t quite sure. But he knew you too well - better than you knew yourself.

Please don’t ever leave again.

Please don’t ever stop.

Please keep going.

Please make this last forever.

Rafe knew in the way you held onto him like he was slipping away, stared at him like you’d never see him again, and cried as if he were already gone, and that he’d never be able to leave you again. No, you’d have to come with him next time. You needed him, you made that clear in your desperation for him.

“I’m here, I’ve gotcha. M’not leaving again,” he cooed, holding onto you tighter as he brought the two of you to your finish.

The two of you held each other tight as you both finished, breathing heavily.

Brushing your hair from your face, he admitted, “Missed you too.”

You stayed silent, brushing his temple with the side of your thumb.

“I want you to come with me on the next business trip - you might be alone for a few hours during the day, but I don’t want to be apart from you for as long as we were.”

“You don’t have to do that Rafe-”

“I want to. You need me, and I need you too.”

You smiled sweetly, kissing his lips, tasting his familiar whiskey taste.

“Plus, the house I was checking out has a private beach. Figured you could finally get an even tan,” he smirked.

“Should I return those bikini tops I just ordered?”, you joked.

“Return the whole set. It’s a completely nude beach for you - those are the rules.”

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Sundress

When you first started dating Rafe, you didn’t think his obsession with you in sundresses was so real until you dragged him out shopping with you.

You pranced around in a short golf skirt and a tight polo at the country club with him and his frat-boy friends. Sure, you enjoyed the mai-tai part, and seeing your boyfriend's arm flex every time he swung the golf club, but spending 18 holes at the golf course under the hot sun quickly got rid of the perks.

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“Come on Rafe, I golfed all of yesterday with you, Kelce, and Topper. Can you please just take me shopping once?”, you pleaded.

Rafe chuckled, “You call hitting the golf ball into a tree and pouting at how long the game was taking golf?”

Glaring at him, you got closer to him, fixing his shirt collar and negotiating, “I’ll let you buy me a golf skirt and you can teach me how to play sometime, yeah?”

You knew him too well- this comment would just remind him of how cute you looked on the course, and how your skirt would rise every time you’d bend over to swing your golf club. Sighing, he gave in, knowing he could never deny you when you looked at him like that.

In your second hour of shopping, the “designated boyfriend seats” of the stores suddenly got too uncomfortable, and his iPhone games too boring, leading him to his complaints.

“Sweetheart, cmon, it’s been two hours, leave some clothes for the rest of the island.”

Voice muffled behind the dressing room door while pulling the top of a blue toile dress over your head, you responded, “Since when did you care about the rest of the island?” The pile of dresses you tried on before this dress was okay, but this dress knocked the rest of them out of the park.

“Ever since you forced me into shopping like a pogue instead of just ordering it online or getting a styli-”

Rafe froze in the middle of his complaint, staring at you in a way he never had before. His eyes seemed to say something words couldn’t describe, but the drool collecting at the corner of his mouth spoke volumes.

“You’re drooling”, you stepped forward, blushing as you wiped the saliva from the corner of his pink lips. “Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?”, you joked.

He remained silent, eyes scanning your entire body before calling a saleswoman to grab you all the colors available for that dress.

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The days following this encounter proved this sundress theory even more.

Suddenly Rafe wanted to be by you all of the time and canceled plans he had weeks in advance just to spend time with you. When he couldn’t cancel, he’d drag you along and force the guys to invite your friends to come with you.

As Rafe talked with Kelce, Topper, and a few of your friends' boyfriends, he had you perched upon his lap. Absentmindedly, he’d play with the hem of your dress, and always find something on you to “fix” just to get his hands on you, like your dress strap or a piece of hair that’s out of place. You simply looked too pretty not to play with. Intrigued in a conversation about your psychotic ex-best friend, you were reminded of Rafe’s presence the further he traced his fingers up your thighs.

Rafe loved that about both you and the sundresses. That you would become putty in his hands the more he touched you, and the sundresses that easily allowed him to do so discreetly. Sure, Rafe wants to see more of your skin exposed, but the skirt of your dresses hid the haven only he was able to see, whether in his bedroom or his car.

The sight of you in a sundress drives Rafe fucking crazy. The second he sees you in one, he’s immediately gesturing you over to him while he’s sitting. placing you, still standing, in between his legs, he can’t help but stare at your tanned and glowing skin, and the light purple hickies he left on your neck and chest for show. when he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, wandering his hands up the backs of your thighs while you play with his hair, all he can think about is you, and it seems like all of his problems melt away.

While the dresses bring you affection from Rafe, they also attract the attention of other guys. Of course, Rafe can’t blame them for staring at you, he can’t help but stare at you too, but the difference is that you’re his, and his only.

The poor boy can’t help but get a little bit jealous when everyone is talking you up at a party and you’re too innocent to know that they just want you for sex, they don’t just always want to be your friend.

Rafe knows some people have good intentions, but can’t help his selfishness and wants you all to himself- a reoccurring topic in your fights. They’re not really fights, it’s really just you both being too stubborn to admit your wrongs.

During fights like these, when you haven’t fucked in a few days and both full of pent-up anger, the dresses come in most handy.

So when Rafe sees you walking into a beach kegger late at night in none other than a white sundress (the color Rafe says always reminds him how much he wants to marry you), he knows that you know what you’re doing.

The delicate white linen dress hugs your body perfectly, cupping your perky, bra-less breasts perfectly and the hem ends perfectly at your mid thigh. Rafe takes in your beauty regardless of the fact that you’re both fighting right now, but can’t help but be bothered by the fact that you’re wearing that without his hand in yours, without his arms around your waist or tickling your sides, and especially without the hickeys he normally leaves littering your skin. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull as you turn to talk to your friend, letting her guy friend pour you a drink.

Standing up, he disregards the insults from his friends calling him “pussywhipped” and makes his way over to you, watching your friends leave the conversation in fear of the consequences they’d face for talking to you when you look so good.

Turning your body around to face him, he is even angrier is when you pretend to be “oh so innocent” in white dress, pretend to be oh so innocent. Watching him with your confused doe eyes, he takes a deep breath before me speaks.

“You know what you’re doing.”

While shaking your head, you respond with a slight smirk, leading him to grab your drink someone who wasn’t rafe made you, pour that shit onto the sand, and drag you to his expensive ass car to remind you not only that he was wrong, but that your his, and his only.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ tease. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked”, he spoke loudly.

Once he had you leaning back against the outside of his car, you finally responded, “Who said I wanted to fuck?”, softly as you dragged your freshly manicured nails down his chest.

Rafe gave you a knowing look, “You said it with those eyes and the way you’re fucking dressed.”

“You don’t like the dress?”, you whined, eyes watering in anticipation for what was going to come.

He answered you with a kiss on the lips, drifting his kisses from your mouth, down your jaw, to your ear to whisper, “The dress isn’t the problem, Angel. You look beautiful, it’s the fact that you’re so fuckin stubborn that you had to flaunt yourself to the island just to get me to fuck you. If you really wanted me that bad you could’ve asked.”

Letting out a breathy moan in response as he sucked and nipped at your neck you could barely speak, “So prove it.”

Returning to your plump, strawberry chapstick-coated lips, he continued to kiss you, “Hmmm?”

You pushed his chest away and looked up at him. He towered over you with his height, and it just turned you on that much more. “Prove it to me that I’m yours, Rafe.”

Kissing you deeply, he scooped down to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist as he searched for his car keys in his pocket.

Unlocking the back seat door of his car, he set you down as you slid back and laid down to give him room to hover over you.

Hand slipping under your dress, he stared at you as you pushed his chest away and sat up on your elbows.

“So do you really like the dress??”

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This is my first blurb and my first time writing anything like this so please b nice and leave feedback- I love to read ur comments they make me so happy!! - Angel