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rafe loves using his teeth because it makes him feel like he’s marking you, branding you, making sure that when you leave his bed, you still feel him, still see the evidence of him in the bruises that bloom under your skin like watercolor bleeding through paper. he wants you to touch the places he bit and remember how fucking good it felt when he did it. sometimes he bites so hard you gasp, shove at his shoulder, but he just grins, licks over the marks and soothes them with his tongue before doing it again.

he doesn’t just bite when he’s fucking you—he bites when he’s eating you out, too. when you’re writhing under his tongue, teetering on the edge, he’ll sink his teeth into your clit and watch your entire body jerk, the way you grab his hair, tug him back toward your dripping cunt like you can’t stand the distance. and he loves it. loves how desperate you get, how much you need him. sometimes, when you’re just about to cum, he’ll bite down just enough to make you scream, and then he’ll suck your clit between his lips and push you over the edge while you’re still shaking from the pain.

he likes biting places people will see. your shoulder, the swell of your tits when you wear a low-cut top, the delicate spot just under your jaw. if you ever complain, he just laughs and says, "good. let them look. let them fucking know."

when he’s feeling particularly mean, he bites and doesn’t let up. he clamps down and keeps his teeth buried in your flesh, eyes locked on yours while you writhe, hands tangled in the sheets, somewhere between begging him to stop and begging him to keep going. and then, just when you think you can’t take anymore, he’ll finally let go and immediately replace his teeth with his tongue, lapping over the spot he abused like he can erase the sting, like he wants you to crave the contrast of it, the sharp and the sweet.

he’ll bite you when he’s feeling soft, too. gentle little nips along your ribs, your hip bones, your fingers. he likes having you in his mouth in any way he can, likes feeling you shudder under his teeth whether it’s from pleasure or surprise or both. sometimes he bites just to hear you laugh, just to watch the way you squirm, swat at his head, call him an asshole even as you melt under him. he likes that he can be both for you—the sharp sting and the soothing touch, the pain and the pleasure, the bite and the balm.

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Mmm I don’t think I should

MINORS DNI 18+

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Show me what’cha got.” INDY claps a hand on your ass, congratulating you for your meager movements on top of him. Rocking your hips faithfully, you glide back and forth on his cock, letting its tip brush your g-spot just right.

“Can’t you do it?” you whine, leaning your weight your hand clasped in his, but he’s infallibly keeping you upright. “I want you to do it.” Your brows upturn in a flinch when he raises his hips to you, his tip kissing your cervix in a sting. His hand smooths over the pebbled flesh of your ass soothingly.

“Nah, princess, it’s my birthday. Wanna see you put the work in. C’mon, baby, you’re so beautiful, I love watching you.” he coos, but you have a feeling he just wants to give you a hard time. That wolfish grin has his canines glinting in the dull light, and you bounce hopelessly on top of him because of it, as if that’ll get you to your release faster. “Throwing some kind of tantrum?”

“What if I let you fuck my face after?” you bite back, but at the thought of it your hole grows a little slicker, and your hips gain a little more fervor. You watch him swipe his tongue between his lips at the sight of your pretty body rolling down on him.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna do that anyways. Right now ‘wanna watch you squirt.”

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I have very something inappropriate to say after reading this masterpiece

MINORS DNI 18+

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Show me what’cha got.” INDY claps a hand on your ass, congratulating you for your meager movements on top of him. Rocking your hips faithfully, you glide back and forth on his cock, letting its tip brush your g-spot just right.

“Can’t you do it?” you whine, leaning your weight your hand clasped in his, but he’s infallibly keeping you upright. “I want you to do it.” Your brows upturn in a flinch when he raises his hips to you, his tip kissing your cervix in a sting. His hand smooths over the pebbled flesh of your ass soothingly.

“Nah, princess, it’s my birthday. Wanna see you put the work in. C’mon, baby, you’re so beautiful, I love watching you.” he coos, but you have a feeling he just wants to give you a hard time. That wolfish grin has his canines glinting in the dull light, and you bounce hopelessly on top of him because of it, as if that’ll get you to your release faster. “Throwing some kind of tantrum?”

“What if I let you fuck my face after?” you bite back, but at the thought of it your hole grows a little slicker, and your hips gain a little more fervor. You watch him swipe his tongue between his lips at the sight of your pretty body rolling down on him.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna do that anyways. Right now ‘wanna watch you squirt.”

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❀ show off!rafe x sweetheart!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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Oh y’all should not have shown me this clip 😩

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im just a girl who loves frat rafe, nerd rafe, soft rafe, baby daddy rafe, husband rafe, toxic rafe, ex rafe, druggie rafe, needs a hug rafe, imprisoned rafe, season one rafe, season two rafe, season three rafe, season four rafe, i will love season five rafe, rafe, rafe cameron, kelce and toppers bestfriend rafe, golfer rafe, abusive rafe, sweetheart rafe, college rafe, ghostface rafe, serial killer rafe, rafe in season two with that sexy ass hat on when hiding from the police in the boat with barry, rafe in a grey north face jacket, enemy rafe, wards least favourite child, sarah and wheezies older brother, kook king rafe, highschool lovers rafe, rafe…. did i mention rafe cameron from obx?

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Currently obsessedddd with this

The “ask nicely” reply was just icing on the cake 😩😩

FEMININE URGE | a rafe cameron fic.

— when a pogue takes a liking towards a certain kook. named it “feminine urge” because everything she’ll do here comes from that.

a/n: reader is just a girl with a hobby 🙌🏻

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feminine urge taglist: @justheretoreadstories @anothertimegirl @kaiparkerwifes @xoxo-ada @samwinchesterisawhore @mysummerwinesblog @marleymarleymarleymarley @lilithblackkk @urbimom @mofusandme0w @ethanthequeefqueen @starrxxgirl @mbella06

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Hey just wanted to let u know that the link to “his girl” in your master list isn’t working and that deep breaths is making me flip out. your mind…

Thank you for telling me about the broken link! I fixed it so hopefully it’s working now

My mind is a very powerful place when it wants to be 🤭 thank you for the feedback 🩵🩵

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✧ ˚ · . different scenarios where bf!rafe helps you...breathe

Cw: smut, smoking, praise, sweet!rafe, pet names, mating press, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering

"deep breaths, baby girl," rafe mumbles against your lips as he sinks into you, stretching you inch by inch. he knows he’s big, knows how you struggle to take him, so he does his best to ease you into it—slow and steady, even when his body aches to bury himself completely.

your arms tighten around his shoulders, fingers pressing into hard muscle as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent—clean soap and something inherently him. his hands grip the underside of your thighs, spreading you open, keeping you impossibly close.

he feels the sharp hitch in your breath when he finally bottoms out, the way your walls flutter around him, and he soothes you with a quiet, "i know, honey, i know."

his hips move in slow, careful rolls, giving you time to adjust, despite the countless times together. he drags himself in and out at a pace that makes your whole body burn, but when your whimpers turn to soft, needy moans, when your hips start moving to meet his, he lets go of his restraint.

your legs are hooked over his shoulders now, folding you in half as he drives deeper, his name tumbling from your lips between gasps and moans. his pace is relentless, the sharp slap of skin filling the air, but the sound is nothing compared to the noises you make for him—the broken little whimpers that send him spiraling.

your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. your head falls back against the silk sheets, eyes glassy, mouth parted as he buries himself deep, hitting that spot that makes your stomach tense, your release creeping closer with every snap of his hips.

"there’s pretty," he chuckles, that same wicked smirk being the last thing you see before your eyes glaze over with pleasurable tears.

"deep breaths, sweetheart," rafe whispers to you again, but this time, it’s when you’re curled up in his lap, a joint balanced between his fingers.

you’re on the couch in your apartment, the room hazy with smoke. he holds the joint to your lips, watching intently as you take a slow drag.

"good. now, inhale—goood," he murmurs, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as you tilt your head back, exhaling toward the ceiling.

his free hand drifts along your side, fingers trailing the soft expanse of your bare skin—your shirt long discarded, forgotten somewhere on the floor, as well as his.

you take another hit before leaning in, your body pressing flush against his as you pull the joint from your lips. a teasing glint flickers in your eyes as you exhale into his mouth, watching the way his gaze darkens with something unspoken.

"how you feelin’, pretty?" he asks, his voice low, thick with amusement as he takes a hit himself.

"pretty feels good," you giggle, the words airy and light. it’s corny, you know that, but you don’t care. with him, there’s no room for judgment, no space for anything but comfort.

"how ‘bout you, handsome?"

he hums, pretending to think. "well, i have my girlfriend in my lap, smoking my joint with me, and i can’t seem to take my eyes off her."

then, he’s kissing you—slow, deep, and lingering, like he has nowhere else to be, nothing else he’d rather be doing. you kiss back until you’re breathless until your head feels lighter than the smoke curling around you. when you finally pull away, panting, you let your forehead rest against his.

"deep breaths—just like that, you got it," rafe whispers, dragging his lips along the inside of your thigh, the words muffled against your skin.

you’re sprawled across his bed, legs spread open for him, your breath coming in quick, uneven bursts. he’s taking his time, moving with that cocky, controlled patience that drives you insane.

his hands grip your hips firmly, thumbs pressing into your hip bones, keeping you in place even as your body instinctively tries to shift, to chase his mouth.

he chuckles at your impatience, his breath hot against your thigh. "so needy, huh?" his teeth graze the delicate skin there before he presses an open-mouthed kiss just below the edge of your underwear, barely where you want him.

you whimper, your hands clenching in the sheets.

he glances up at you, his blue eyes dark, burning. he watches the way your chest rises and falls, the way your fingers tighten around the fabric beneath you, the way your thighs tremble in his grip.

"breathe for me, baby," he says, voice smooth, coaxing. his fingers press slow, teasing circles into your skin as he holds you open for him, his lips trailing higher—so close but not close enough. "i’m not done with you yet."

your breath shudders, your body coiled tight with anticipation, and just when you think you might beg—when the need is nearly unbearable—he finally gives in. his mouth presses against you exactly where you need him, the first brush of his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through your spine.

the air rushes from your lungs in a sharp gasp, your fingers dragging to his buzzed hair. you barely have time to catch your breath before he’s completely lost in you, devouring you like he’s starving, like he needs this just as much as you do.

he flattens his tongue against your clit, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way you tremble beneath him. his hands grip your thighs, keeping them spread wide, keeping you completely at his mercy. he knows you—knows every gasp, every whimper, every tiny movement of your hips.

then, two of his long fingers slide into you, stretching you open, curling just right as they move in sync with his mouth. the pleasure is dizzying and overwhelming, and your back arches off the bed, your fingers tangling into his hair as you pull him closer, needing more.

"rafe—" his name falls from your lips in a breathless gasp, followed by a needy moan as heat coils deep in your belly, tightening with every precise flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.

he groans into you, the vibrations making your legs shake, his pace quickening just the way he knows you like it. "that’s it, baby," he murmurs between kisses against your sensitive skin, his voice thick, almost reverent. "lemme hear you."

and you do. you whimper, and moan, your breath coming in short, desperate pants as your body hurtles closer and closer to the edge. the pressure builds, impossibly tight, the pleasure white-hot as he pushes you further, refusing to let up, refusing to stop until you’re completely undone beneath him.

"breathe, princess," he rasps, his fingers pressing deeper, his tongue moving faster. "i wanna feel you fall apart for me."

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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Thank you for the tag 🤭🤭 !!!!

My username isn’t really specified to anything by I do like my alone time—hence the name. I’ll stand by myself as long as I need to and as much as I need to, when I need to 😋

No pressure tags: @starkeysprincess @starkeyisthelastname @shellxrls @rafesangelita @eternalfics @cherrygirlfriend

Meme: explain your tumblr username.

Deliciouskeys was inspired by one of the main antagonists (but periodic ally of the protagonist) from Prison Break. There were two times in the show that he swallowed keys (the first time they were keys to the handcuffs he attached himself to the protagonist with— why yes I did ship them— and the second time they were keys to a locker that held millions of dollars). I like that it’s simple and generic enough that it doesn’t come across as fandom-specific.

No pressure tagging @xieyaohuan @kosmochlor @merry-andrews @fantasticpants @vanshoundd @plasticfangtastic @himelander @thrud-of-asgard @incrediblyawkwardgremlin @bisexualhomelander @blaacknoir @phoenixtakaramono @annetess and anyone else who sees this and I forgot to name /

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Ooo I like thisss🤭

₊˚⊹♡ rafe and bitchy!kook!reader’s insta posts of each other:

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“rafe, at least let your food settle before you start—shit.” your head pressed back into the silk pillows on your bed as he pushed the head of his cock into you. your arms found purchase on his hips, and your heels dug into his back.

his hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward to match his thrusts. “shiiit, i missed you,” he groaned, his gaze fixed on where your bodies met, watching the way you took him in.

“you talkin’ to me or my pussy, baby?” you moaned with a soft chuckle.

He leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks, “can’t it be both?” he pants.

Before you can give another bratty response, he lifts both your legs over his shoulders and bends you in half. He drills into you with this new position, hitting that spongy spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

your whines echoed throughout the room, overlapping with the sound of his hips slapping against you. “ffffuck, rafe, i can’t—it’s too much—I can’t–”

“oh, poor thing,” he teased. he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles to match his pace, “can’t even finish a sentence, can you? is it that good, sweetheart? this pussy missed me that much?”

“shit!” you fought back the rising heat in your stomach. your eyes rolled back, and for a moment you swore you saw white. your body convulsed, and your nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

“pretty girl gonna cum for me?” rafe’s voice brought you back down for a split second before you did, your squirt covering his entire stomach. he leaned back a bit, his hips still driving into you, his thumb moving quicker on your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“there she is.”

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"She didn't even make a dent" the typa energy I needddd 😩😩😩

₊˚⊹♡ rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader’s insta posts of each other:

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HELLO ?????? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS PLEASE 😩😩😩😩😩

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You know Rafe loves you but it didn't feel like that sometimes. It felt like he loved his drugs or his friends or anything that wasn't you more.

You didn't realize you were pulling away from him. Instead of greeting him at the door like you always did, you stayed in bed. You didn't run over and start kissing him all over the face. You didn't ask him about his day. You didn't cook for him like you always did, you made food for yourself. If he was hungry, he'd eat. Which he stopped doing. Most times you didn't even want to stay home but putting on an outfit and getting ready just took more energy than you had in you. 

…

Rafe noticed almost immediately when you changed. When you stopped loving him like you did before. There were no more late night talks, no more talks about his day or even yours, no more “I love you”’s. 

He figured you were just going through some stuff that you didn't want him to know about yet. He didn't think anything of it but of course there was a voice in the back of his head. He didn't like whatever was going on between you two.

So he got clean.

“Princess?,” Rafe calls as he walks inside your shared apartment. He takes off his shoes and you don't answer. He walks to the bedroom and opens the door. You're awake, just on your phone. “I called for you,” he said softly and sat on the bed.

“I don't really feel like talking,” you mutter.

He takes your phone and puts it down in front of you. “What's happening to us?”

You sit up and hold your knees to your chest. “I don't know.. it feels like you're pulling away from me.”

Rafe shakes his head. “I feel like you're doing the same thing, like, you don't love me anymore.”

“I do love you, Rafe, and the only reason I've been acting the way I do is because it's like you don't wanna be home. You're never home now, you're always out with Topper or Kelce or you're getting high or drunk.”

Rafe sighs and shakes his head. “I'm working on getting clean, actually,” he mumbles.

You stare at him for a moment, thinking that he was making a joke of some sort. But he wasn't. He was actually trying to clean for you. “Are you really?” you say softly.

He nods. “Yeah. i wanted better for you. I know I’ve been acting off because of the drugs so I wanted to change. I’m sorry I neglected you.”

You pull him into a hug and bury your head in his neck. “I love you.”

He puts you in his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. “I love you.”