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CAUGHT. PART II

Warnings: incest, rafe being rough, cousin!rafe, cousin!sarah, fingering, kissing.

PART. I

You made your way to the kitchen, after catching up with the rest of your family, cheeks still burning red from what happened in the room above. The noise in the living room became quieter to you as the thoughts in your head were still lingering, leaving you in a state of guilt and embarrassment. The fact that you were still wet made this feeling even worse.

His fingers brush against your back, the sudden touch making you slightly jump out of the trance you were stuck in. Your eyes raise to look at him wondering what he's doing but he remains unbothered. Slowly his hand finds its way up your short mini dress and his fingers slide your panties to the side. He had you bent over the marble countertop.

Your eyes widen even more and his fingers plunge into your tight wet cunt. He placed his other hand on your stomach. Just as you accidentally let out a muffled moan, you make eye contact with sarah, your other cousin, and you hold intense eye contact through the slight crack of the hardwood door. Never had you ever felt more ashamed in your life. For the second time that night you were caught.

Pleasure not only filled your eyes but Sarah's.

She came into the kitchen, without finding words to say you looked back at the man who had you in this state yet he was smiling at his sister as if nothing was happening.

Causing your flustered face to twist in shock.

"Hey Y/N." she giggled whilst twirling your hair. Rafe harshly pulled her by her neck and kissed with such gentleness, a side of him that you had never seen before, His rough fingers still jamming into you. Tears built up in your eyes and jealousy rushed through your exposed body.

Your blurred vision shifted to her lips as she rolled them in between her pretty pink lips, She wore the same menacing smirk as her brother. Her eyes were now on yours.

You smacked your hand onto your flushed face, trying to silence your moans as you reached your climax. Trying your best to not get the attention of the rest of the adults in the next room.

Whilst staring at your full, perky tits, sarah grabbed your hands and said, "Come on Y/N cum for us baby, you've got it." She placed sweet kisses on your neck, her ushering had and unruly effect on you. Rafe's however, were glued to your ass as it bounced with every thrust. of his fingers. The sweet sound of your cousin's alluring voice brought you even closer to the edge.

"Please." You sang quietly. And just as you thought you had it, your older cousin pulled his slick fingers out of you. "That's enough for tonight babe."

The tears in your now frustrated eyes fell, as you watched Sarah stick her tongue out to suck your wetness of her brother's finger in utter shock. To your surprise, she then dragged your chin to her face and giving you the messiest kiss. Rafe watched your flustered face as you tasted yourself.

Rafe fixed your dress, giving your ass a light smack as the two of them gathered back into the living room whilst you were frozen in your place.

That night would have changed your relationship with the cameron siblings forever.

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Need to live here with Joel Miller and never speak to anyone else ever again

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need to be put in a headlock

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simon riley being your older bf ૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა

simon was private, blunt, quiet — so it always filled you with pride to hear the shock in people’s voices when they found out the two of you were a couple.

“fucking hell, you locked down ghost?”

ghost. you’d only heard of him, never seen him. stories were passed around the office that you’d file paperwork and battle reports in, gossiping about the soldiers like they were your own personal celebrities. you’d heard of how ruthless he was, how merciless and strong. how violent… as sick as it was, that was what drew you to him in the first place.

alas, once you got to know each other — you were rather surprised to find out he wasn’t really like that. there was no trace of ‘ghost’ in simon when he was off duty. big and strong? yes. mysterious and rather quiet? definitely. but there was something you craved from him, something you’d pushed down for months. you wanted to see ghost.

you would never admit it, but it would turn you on when you’d casually mention your relationship to those who mutually know the two of you — all because of that look in their eye. the way they’d widen slightly, giving you a once over before drifting off — like they just can’t help but imagine it. you were all soft and sweet, dwarfed in comparison to him, and simon was well, simon. you wondered what they must picture, how they’d worry for you, dating a man that big and scary, especially when you’re quite the gap younger than him. you wondered if people thought about him intimidating you in the bedroom, forcing your hole open around him. maybe no one was perverse as you.

you were convinced to make him snap tonight. you’d shyly invite him to your small, humble apartment that friday night. already, the thought of him — so big and manly in your little girly bedroom was sending chills down your spine and dampening your panties. you’d slipped on a silk slip dress that was so thin you could plainly see the peaks of your nipples, and slid your damp underwear down your legs all together, chucking them in the hamper. you wanted to push him, you wanted to meet ghost.

it wasn’t to say simon wasn’t great at sex. he was — and wouldn’t let you off the mattress until you’d given him a good few orgasms. but the thing was, you could tell he’d been holding off. he looks unsure sometimes, borderline uncomfortable when your brows would knit together at the stretch of him— occasionally pulling out all together and switching to his fingers instead. you knew he was being extra weary, already feeling like someone like him shouldn’t be with someone like you, and that it was only a matter of time before you got hurt or scared. his gentleness with you did not go under-appreciated, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try and push your luck.

you rush to the door when he arrives from training, still wearing that black balaclava, baggy black hoodie and sweats. his heavy, dark-circled eyes fall on you when you speed up to him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“alright, love?” it’s so quiet you barely hear it — and then he lifts his hand to lift off his balaclava.

“no.” your voice is all thick with spit when you grab his wrist, fingers not even wrapping round the girth of it entirely. he gives you an odd look, trying again and you let out this pitiful whine that makes him freeze all together.

“wha’s this about?” he breathes, gravel crumbling in his throat like a tire on stones. he can see that you’re worked up, infact you look like any second you’ll burst into hyperventilation or tears. si’s worried.

“keep it on.” you whisper desperately like your life depends on it. there was some natural defiance there, because despite being a soldier — simon didn’t like being told what to do. he tsks quietly, gripping the edge of his mask and this time you whine loudly, foot kicking out frantically like you wanted to stomp, hands still nestled into his hoodie with white knuckles, holding him close. you stare up at him with wide, hazy eyes, your whole plan to calmly seduce him and discuss your needs long gone. the mask, you realised — added to the whole ghost persona.

“use y’words. i don’t know what you’re on about.” he relents, no longer trying to remove his mask and you bury your face into his hoodie, mumbling something as you breathe him in. he pulls you back instantly and flicks you once with the pad of his finger beneath your chin to lift it. “oi. speak up.” he commands. there it is.

“i wan’it.” you breathe, lust dripping from your drooly lips and his cock twitches, yet doesn’t want to jump the gun.

“what do you want?”

you close your eyes, drawing a breath like it would take courage to speak aloud— this was only your deepest fantasies after all. you don’t open your eyes when you mumble the truth.

“cant hear you sweetheart, please.” he shifts on his feet impatiently and you squeeze your eyes harder shut.

“want you to fuck me like you’re angry at me, puh—p-please.” it’s like you’re possessed, his sweet girl nowhere to be found. he squints, the rest of his features obstructed by the black fabric.

“you what?”

“i want ghost.”

it’s like the world stills for a moment, you’re not even sure he breaths. there’s too much silence to bare and you open your eyes, your own chest rising and falling with the adrenaline of admitting such things.

“no y’don’t.” his response is blunt, and he firmly moves you aside as he walks through the house. you note that he doesn’t take his boots off at the door, and still — the mask remains on his face. simon plops down on your couch, legs spread and arms resting along the back, looking so good though he only came back from training. you hover like a fairy, standing near the couch as you stare at him, teary eyed.

“i wanna. i wanna see.”

“you’d fuckin’ piss your pants. there’s a reason i leave that at the door. you know that. would fucking break you.” he lifts his mask only an inch to access his stumble where he roughly scratches and tugs the material back down into place. you feel like you’re going to start dripping down your legs.

“i know but— but i want it. i want it—m’so greedy i know but—” you’re inconsolable now, crawling onto his lap and pressing your body to his, face closed to his all puffy and needy like a baby bunny. he’s staring down, void of emotion like he fucking hates you but that couldn’t be further from the truth, clenching his jaw when you start to frantically rub all on his chest, grinding your hips down into his lap.

as if he has a sixth sense, his hand slides beneath you with the motion of your grind, cupping your glossy cunt firmly as you collapse on his front with a whimper. “you got nothin’ on under this.” he breathes out the statement. “been waiting to ask me that?”

“mm—mhm.” it’s a groan, humping into his hand like you’re in heat. he’s never seen you this worked up.

now it’s simon squeezing his eyes shut, the inner conflict destroying him. of course he wants to rough you up, look at you — but also, look at you. you don’t deserve that.

“y’too little. can’t take that sweetheart. i’ll scare ya.” he grips your hips and grinds you harder down onto him, controlling your body with such little effort that you’re practically already crying.

“not scared. please. please. ruin me.” you beg and now his hand is caressing your throat, testing the water with a squeeze. your own hand flies up, and he thinks you might be panicking, or going to pry his fingers away but you press your palm on top of his knuckles, making him choke you harder.

“take your fuckin’ hand off.” he seethes and you moan in excitement, doing as he says. his rough palm slides to the back of your neck and before you’ve even processed it — he’s flipped the two of you on the couch, with the quickness and precision he’d use on the battlefield. so far, the only person simon was scaring was himself.

he’s got you now, cheek to the couch cushion, ass in the air, slip dress having ridden up around your waist exposing you fully. the two of you breath heavily in silence, both waiting for a reaction, a sign of distress. surprisingly, you’re the first to move— pressing your bare ass and pussy against his crotch.

“please—wantghost—” you hiccup, and simon resigns, starting to yank his pants and boxers down.

“ghost ain’t a very nice man. not gonna treat you very nice.”

that was more than okay with you.

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dad!rafe + meeee

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TRYING ON MOM'S BF! RAFE'S GIFT

warnings: sex, stepcest, use of daddy, choking, rafe being pervy.

Lying in your bedroom, kicking your pedicured feet on facetime to your bestfriend, admiring and practically worshiping your step-dad all came to a halt when you heard three clear knocks on your door.

After quickly hanging up you yell an irritated, "Come in!" The doorknob twists and you are greeted by Rafe. "Hey baby," the petname he gave you as a little girl started to put a strange effect on you. Now, giving you butterflies. "Hi rayyy." ,you sing as he shuts the door behind him.

"I got you something yesterday after work, just forgot to give it to you my sweet." Your doe eyes widen in excitement and you jump into the older mans arms for a hug. He shamefully watches as your perky tits bounce as you jump and licks his lips, embracing you in an "innocent" hug as he grows hard underneath you.

"Thank you,Thank you,Thank you!" you squeal. "Y'haven't even opened it yet." he playfully rolls his eyes and you let out the most delightful giggle he had ever heard. "Open it f'me baby." blushing, you undo the bow on the bright orange Louis Vuitton bag.

Your cheeks quickly burn red, looking up at him in shock. "Let's see what you got baby." With your hands shaking, you slowly held up the prettiest set of lingerie you'd ever seen. "What, d'you not like it?" Rafe questions, Is he being serious? , you think to yourself.

"Dad why did," He shushes you, "Be a good doll and try it on f'me." You slowly stand up, wet and confused. Hesitant, you slowly slide the straps of your night dress down and freeze. Rafe, grows impatient, lifts up your frail arms and roughly pulls the nightwear down to your feet. You hear his deep voice mutter about how you're wasting his time, making your folds even wetter.

His large hand finds its way to your neck, squeezing it tightly and forcing you to look at him.

It then trails down the valley of your breasts, the other hand following to grab them both, pinching at your hard nipples as he lets go.

"You don't understand how badly i've needed this." he leans down to whisper in your blood rushed ears. Your heart races as something takes over you. Lust. You drag him in for the messiest kiss and he instantly takes control.

Rafe picks you up, his lips still on yours and you hear his belt unbuckling. You help him by undoing his polo shirt buttons and you fiercely take it off for him breaking the kiss.

Blue denim Levi's pool at his feet at as he pulls out his thick throbbing cock, aligning it with your tight, slick pussy. Without a warning your dad's dick forced its way into you. Making you let out an unruly yell of pain and pleasure "Fuck" He mutters as he harshly grabs your face. Moans and cries fill up the room as he continuously thrusts into you.

"You're taking it so good for me baby." he rasps. "It hurts dad," you cry, "I know darl, but daddy's almost done." He knows what he's doing is wrong but he can't help it when it comes to his sweet little girl.

You feel your stomach knotting and your toes curling, your moans turning into whines as he hits your spot. "There it is," he grunts "Cum f'me baby doll, cum for ya daddy."

It becomes too much, his dick twitching inside of you sets off a trigger and you cum on his wet cock. He cums inside of you as he rides out your high. He pulls you in for another sloppy kiss. "Open." You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and he spits in it, smiling to himself as you swallow.

"You did such a good job beautiful." leaving a lingering kiss on your neck. "Thank you daddy" You softly smile, drifting off to sleep in your dad's muscular arms.

You didn't even get to try your present on.

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secret tattoos (vol. 5)

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, tattoos, power dynamics, tp!toto & driver!reader, age gap (20s/50s), daddy kink, secret relationship, jealous!toto, fingering, couch sex & modified cowgirl, multiple orgasms

max edition // charles edition // lando edition // lewis edition

toto wolff was certain that he knew everything about you. after all, you were the crown jewel of mercedes. he needed to know everything about you. general details like your date of birth and your height. things on a wikipedia page. but, he also knew the deeper things. thing you'd never tell a soul. how it felt being bullied in school to how many boyfriends you had in your life (it wasn't many). toto knew you inside and out.

so imagine his surprise when he saw you walk into the paddock with a tight tank top on and baggy joggers on. your hands on your hips, ready to get back to racing after the summer off. while it wasn't how toned your arms were or how your breasts looked in your top. it was the ink on your arm. on your left bicep near your shoulder there was a tattoo.

now why did his little angel get a tattoo over the break?

"mister wolff..." you said as you looked over your shoulder to see if anyone was looking at you too. you noticed your boss' arms across his chest as he looked down at you.

the downside of having a mountain of a man for a boss was that when he looked disappointed it felt more impactful due to how he had to look down at you.

you swallowed as you reached for him, "daddy." you said in a quieter tone. you reached for him and he instead reached for you and showed you your own arm.

"mein liebchen.... what is this?"

you looked at your arm and replied, "a tattoo?"

toto looked at you closer, "where did you get this? when did you get this?" you spent most of the summer break with him in monaco. there was very little time you spent apart.

"i was out with max one night." you said as you looked to your boss/lover. the words came out so casually. out with max. you looked down at the tattoo and said, "i had been meaning to get one for months. and he helped me pick it out."

toto frowned. he wasn't that he was jealous of the driver. he knew the two of you were closer in age, but the idea that max got to pick out your tattoo left something sour in the older man's stomach. he took you by the chin and made you look up at him even more.

he said to you, "you should not be letting men pick out your tattoos." then said before he leaned in to place a kiss on your lips.

you frowned when he pulled away soon after, "he's just a friend, daddy." your words made something curl in his core. something that wouldn't be actualized until that night in your hotel room.

once you were naked in his room, walking around like you owned the place as you went to grab some of the take-out that toto bought you. a treat for your stellar performance on the track. you leaned over the coffee table to grab a vegetable spring roll before toto reached over from the couch to pull you in closer.

he was dressed in loose pajama pants and a white tank top that showed off the muscles he had. while he wasn't jacked like some of the guys you've seen, his build still left you hungry for more. you yelped and almost dropped the food as he examined your nude body.

he moved you to his liking to look at every inch.

"what are you doing, toto?" you asked before you took a bite of your food. you yelped when he smacked you ass.

"making sure that verstappen didn't suggest anymore ink on your body." he then took you by the wrist and kissed the center of it. and soon you ended up in his lap. he knew that only he could see you this naked, to prance around his hotel room with not a single stitch on.

but it didn't curb the jealousy in his gut. to know the way max talked to you, how flirty he could be. the way he made you laugh, it only made something ugly rise in toto. especially as he got your legs open and sank two fingers into your achy cunt.

"let me pick the next one. if there is a next one." he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. he watched you shudder and squirm against him. but he wrapped his other arm around you to keep you stuck to him.

the pleasure rushed through you and the rest of the spring roll tumbled onto the floor. forgotten as toto finger-fucked you. you moaned loudly and squirmed in his touch. you felt the inferno quickly grow in your gut. you tensed up for a moment as toto got three thick fingers inside of you along with teasing your hard clit.

your cunt was soaked and your noises edged on being loud. toto didn't care that you were loud, he hoped that max (who was in another hotel all together) could hear how toto made you feel. that even at his age, toto still fucked like a stallion. he knew how to make precious little things like you come apart under his touch.

"mmm, so perfect for me." his voice was low and it reverberated in his head. you felt so small in his lap, stuffed with thick fingers as he made sure that your thoughts were only on him. you tensed up and could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"please, ah, daddy." you really were his precious driver. you were his superstar on the track. he knew he spoiled you a little, he shouldn't be giving you chinese food and orgasms. but, you were often good for him. plus, it was easier to catch drivers with honey than vinegar. he could be rough with you on the track, but unless he wanted you to slink off to red bull (or worse max), he had to be willing to be a little softer.

"that's my angel." he said as he played with your clit further. he watched your moan and he could feel the temperature rise in your body. "i'm thinking a nice wolf for your next tattoo. something that remind you of me." he could imagine it. it would look cute on your skin and he knew that he'd kiss it often. while it wasn't his actual last name, it would do until you were off the track. he didn't want people to question your abilities if you got hitched halfway through a season.

he didn't want to people to wonder if toto was playing favourites (he was, but it wasn't anyone else's business). he wasn't hastily fingering any other driver and watching them moan with cute abandon. he managed to pull not one, but two orgasms out of you.

"there we go." he said, hard to think about anyone else when toto fucked your brains out by just using his fingers. when he pulled the digits out, he licked them and maintained eye contact with you.

he watched you swallowed with a needy want. he wasn't finished with you yet. he handled you with ease, while a little rough as he got his cock out of his pants and you seated on his size. he watched your back arched as you slick cunt clenched around his length.

"daddy." you said with your tongue feeling heavy. oh, weren't just a dream for your daddy. your boss. your toto. you didn't run on rationale, only instinct. toto knew you couldn't be with a man like max, he didn't have the stamina and experience the way toto did.

toto could go for long periods of time, he had it in time to tire you out before he stopped. he knew that having a younger lover meant keeping up. and toto had the energy in spades. and in the event he couldn't, he had a vast collection of ways to keep you satisfied. none included the help of max verstappen.

"no more tattoos without my permission." he said as he watched you ride his cock. it was quite the sight. he leaned further against the leather couch and watched you work his length. he looked from your breasts to your face and asked, "right, mein liebchen?"

you swallowed and said, "but, daddy."

he gripped your ass and met your pace with heavy thrusts that took the air out of your lungs. he said, "tsk, tsk, tsk." he shook his head, "i said, no more tattoos without permission. i don't need you marking up your body and me not knowing."

you swallowed and held onto his shoulders as you moved against him. you nodded sweetly and let out a sweeter moan. you replied, "no more, sir. not without your permission." the domineering action made you feel hotter.

he kissed your neck and said, "good girl." then slapped your ass as you continued to move against him. he captured your lips as he continued to rock you up against his cock. you felt the flurry of overstimulated pleasure through your body.

neither of you were going to last long. the kisses got even more heated as you rutted against him with a feverish pace. you could feel a third orgasm come over you and your short nails dug into toto's exposed shoulders. you moaned loudly into the kiss and came around his cock.

the heightened pleasure made you feel dizzy. you eventually were slumped against your older lover/boss and he continued to work your hips against him. your pussy was slick and wetness stained the front of his sleeping pants as he moved you to his liking. he knew you weren't thinking about anything.

and it sated the rise of jealousy in his gut. he knew that he made you feel good and that you wouldn't go running off. not when toto had you wrapped between his fingers. but he'd take care of you. always.

"that's it, mein liebchen." he groaned as he continued to bully his cock into you. the words were going in one ear and out the other. but that was alright. toto didn't mind if you had no words to say. your quieter moans was enough for him.

letting you have a little reboot while he chased his own pleasure. he continued to move up against you and held onto you tightly as he reached his own climax. he groaned with his head tilted back.

he could feel the stagger in his chest as he came inside of you. stellar on the track and like a dream in the bedroom. you were his future world champion (and wife). he slowed to a stop and patted you on the back. he could feel how hot and sweaty you were.

when he stopped, he took you by the chin and made you look him in the eyes. he panted heavily as he asked, "no more tattoos?"

and like a good girl, you nodded and got out the words, "no more tattoos, sir."

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toto wolff was certain that he knew everything about you. you were his treasure, the light of his life.

so when you undressed in his hotel room in austin. he wasn't more ink on your skin. except instead of a cute little tea bag on your arm. next to it was something that especially caught toto off guard.

you turned a little to show it off, "do you like it, daddy?" you asked. and toto took it in. it was a small wolf. his mouth went dry when you added, "i thought of you the entire time i was getting it done."

maybe toto did like tattoos on you <3

tea bag tattoo

wolf tattoo

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He looks so good!!!!!!!!!!!

DREW STARKEY at the National Board of Review Annual Awards Gala

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urr????

Drew & his new hair !

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i'm so inlove with grumpy rafe!! this is so cuteee ↑

rafe being grumpy when he's sick

rafe cameron x female reader

word count: 678

warnings: none

rafe never got sick anymore like ever

ever since he hit puberty he wasn't catching cold anymore, no health problems (expect for being fucked in the head)

so to say you were surprised when you saw him lying in bed under a thick duvet in the middle of summer would be an understatement

"yo topper what happened to rafe? i leave for three days and my boyfriend's completely wiped out??"

"is he asleep?"

"yeah! that's what's weird!"

"weird? girl you're lucky he's asleep, he's been a complete diva last two days"

rafe woke up after an hour and told you that he must have got sick when they were out at the beach and suddenly it started pouring cold rain and he was soaked before he got in the car

"yeah they brought me some syrup so cough is gone, but who gives a shit, this fuckin fever is too much anyways"

turns out rafe barely ate the last two days since he couldn't get out of bed and he was sick of the food topper and kelce were ordering for him

"wendy's not a type of food you eat when you want to get better rafe"

"hell i know, but what, is it my fault i have to have idiots as friends?"

you rolled your eyes and told him to lay down with cold compress for the fever

in the meantime you drove to get grosseries and made him chicken soup

you could see he really liked it but when he ate he mumbled a quiet "thanks" and went upstairs

that's the last you saw him that day and you were kinda mad at him

next day it didn't got better since he noticed you didn't come to bed last night

"i went to guest bedroom, im not catching whatever you got"

you didn't see him much for another day, only when he was coming to the kitchen for next bottle of water

so at least he took your advice to stay hydrated

not like you could hear him saying: hydration this, hydration that, who tf would want to pee that much

topper was right, you lived with a diva under one roof

grumpy, 6'2, hoodie clad diva

but on the third day you were finally about to reach a truce

rafe came for breakfast and you could see he felt better, as he was almost smiling and wasn't shivering

you ate breakfast in silence but he followed you like a lost puppy to the couch where you sprawled out to watch tv

you were watching real housewives of atlanta and rafe sat down with you for 3 episodes fourth now staring

he was quiet but all of the sudden he started to complain how awful it is to be sick in the summer

he tried to grab your attention, he knew you were testing him, you never binged rhoa for that long

you also knew exactly what he was doing, he was trying to make up with you but you weren't having his ways, so you informed him that you're going to take a swim

rafe was upset that his plan didn't work out, apparently not only sitting through four episodes of rhoa wasn't enough sacrifice for you but it also made him hungry

so he decided to win you back with very simple and little bit goofy solution

you came back after hour and a half, also hungry

you found rafe sitting at the table

there was a faint delicious smell in the kitchen

"you made soup?" you asked rafe after taking a peek to his plate

rafe didn't respond and held out a spoon to you, letter pasta forming words: im sorry bby

you couldn't be mad at him anymore

you ladled yourself a bowl of soup and formed a response on your spoon as quickly as you could

rafe smilled at words ur cute and let out a chuckle

"i missed this smile" you said and kissed him lightly, happy when you felt him smiling into the kiss

"and i missed those lips"

a/n: my first work for rafe, hope it was okay and feedback is really appreciated ♡

bottom divider by: @astralnymphh

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been so inactive i'm backk

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Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

warnings: religious imagery, drugging, substance abuse, swearing?, manipulation, rafe being toxic as fuck.

"Y/N, up now, you've got service." one of the nurses claps as you get up startled, just for you to drop your head back into your hard pillow in frustration and fatigue. Letting out a boyish groan.

After gathering your thoughts for about a minute or two, you look at the traditional clock on the wall and realise you have only 10 minutes to get ready, unwillingly your body shoots out of bed and into the shower. You put on your oddly revealing uniform and leave your room.

Once you're ready, your small fists tap against the daunting, door. "I'm sorry I'm late father." Your saintly voice interrupts, taking your seat next to a girl that you've seen around.

Rafe's eyes briefly skim over your skimpy attire (as if he didn't design it) and land on your eyes. His eyebrows furrow when he sees you're smirking, again but instead of entertaining your unholy behaviour he just dismisses you.

"As I was saying ladies, when my father passed God had told me, that I have the responsibility to get you all to heaven. All you need to do for me is do as I say because as the father I know what's best for you.."

Whilst watching the man yap about God knows what, You've come to the conclusion that you want him.

Just because you were spoiled in California doesn't mean you've changed now that you're in a new state. You'll do anything to make sure you get what you want.

You raise your head to look at him, You watch as he rambles about genesis and how we should value the life that god has given us but all you can think about is him making you stay behind. Giving you what you've wanted since you got there, his dick.

"Father," You interrupt for the second time, Rafe's head raising from the holy book, " How big are you? "

The small group of young ladies all turn their heads to you in shock, gasps and mutters fill the room.

After a good minute of Rafe looking at you in shock, his face eases as he explains, " We are in church Y/N i expect you to keep those type of questions to yourself " Your eyes playfully squint at him and you tease,

" So in other words it's massive! "

Growing tired of the hypocritical glares you tilt your head to the side and challenge the other women; " Come on, everyone is wondering the same thing! You guys are just too pussy to ask! " Your innocent giggles engulf everybody in the room whilst the pastor fixates on you in utter disbelief. Your vulgar language shocking the whole room.

He clears his throat and declares, "Y/N, step outside for me."

Your giggles die down as you get up and leave not before throwing a frisky wink at the older man. Chuckling to yourself even more as the women in there start to question if you're crazy.

He continues with service, explaining that the women need to follow and praise him to get to heaven.

You wait for half an hour in the plain, cold corridor until you hear your plot say; " Same time next Sunday everyone and don't forget do your daily prayers!" You bite your plump pink lips cheekily at all the women who glance at you in disapproval.

Just as he sends away the last person out the door, his smile falters as it falls on you. You roll your lip from your teeth as you look up at the pastor.

Before he lets his thoughts run too wild, he clenches his defined jaw and nods towards the service room, inviting you in.

" Are you going to explain what just happened."

" There's nothing to explain father, I was just asking a genuine question." You defend yourself.

You prop yourself up on one of the tables right in front of him, your round perky tits bouncing as you sit. Your manicured finger slightly lifts up his chin so that his captivated eyes meet yours again.

He turns around and scratches his buzzed head in guilt and embarrassment, realising that he's wrong for looking at his friend's daughter like that. Sighing.

He drops both of his hands either sides of you on the table, and leans down to whisper, " Look I know exactly what you're playing at and it's going to stop right now."

You pull him in closer by his collar, your noses brushing past each other, and say in the most sultry voice; " I want you father, and believe me, whatever I want, I get."

Your teeth are now dragging his bottom lip as you hold his neck, maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes suddenly turn dark as you push him out of the way and cheer, " See you around father! " your dimples showing as you hop out of the service room. Again leaving the older man hard and ashamed.

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Alone in your room you start to realise how sick Rafe really is, Getting paid to tell young women that struggle with addiction that the only way up is through him.

How can anyone be so oblivious to his scheme? But surely he doesn't just do this for money.

A knock disturbs your thoughts.

" What? " you bellow from the other side of the door.

It's the warden, " Good evening Y/N," she greets, you just stare at her from your bed as she sits on the edge of it after closing your door. " I heard about the 'incedent' earlier," She continues, " I suggest you go and ask for forgiveness from Father Rafe, for your disruptive behaviour."

Even the warden is under his spell, you think to yourself.

" Look, I understand you're not used to this environment but you have to help yourself during this time of your life Y/N, God knows how hard Rafe is trying to get us to heaven, the least we could do is co-operate with him" Her throaty voice starts to piss you off even more, so you simply walk out and go his office room.

You burst in to see one of the patients in his lap,

" I know what you're doing!"

"What are you talking about Y/N, can't you see i'm busy."

"Busy trying to fuck a patient? Are you serious?"

"Watch that mouth of yours little girl, This girl is giving up her life to christ right now."

You stare at the girl whoring herself out in disbelief. Your eyes also catch on to the pills on his desk. Everything starts to add up.

What a sick man.

" You either give you life up to christ too or get out Y/N." He says with a devilish smirk.

But what he didn't realise was that you're just as sick as him.

Before you wanted Rafe, you wanted your pills and would go to any meassures to get that floaty, euphoric feeling you were so dearly familiar with, so you take a bottle of pills from his desk,

" I'll come back at a better time for you Father."

Your sickly smile grows and he watches you turn your back to him as your hips sway out of his door.

You never fail to amaze him.

[sugaraanddiesel]

The things i'd let this man do to meee 🤤🤤

[sugaraanddiesel]

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

warnings: religious imagery, drugging, substance abuse, swearing?, manipulation, rafe being toxic as fuck.

"Y/N, up now, you've got service." one of the nurses claps as you get up startled, just for you to drop your head back into your hard pillow in frustration and fatigue. Letting out a boyish groan.

After gathering your thoughts for about a minute or two, you look at the traditional clock on the wall and realise you have only 10 minutes to get ready, unwillingly your body shoots out of bed and into the shower. You put on your oddly revealing uniform and leave your room.

Once you're ready, your small fists tap against the daunting, door. "I'm sorry I'm late father." Your saintly voice interrupts, taking your seat next to a girl that you've seen around.

Rafe's eyes briefly skim over your skimpy attire (as if he didn't design it) and land on your eyes. His eyebrows furrow when he sees you're smirking, again but instead of entertaining your unholy behaviour he just dismisses you.

"As I was saying ladies, when my father passed God had told me, that I have the responsibility to get you all to heaven. All you need to do for me is do as I say because as the father I know what's best for you.."

Whilst watching the man yap about God knows what, You've come to the conclusion that you want him.

Just because you were spoiled in California doesn't mean you've changed now that you're in a new state. You'll do anything to make sure you get what you want.

You raise your head to look at him, You watch as he rambles about genesis and how we should value the life that god has given us but all you can think about is him making you stay behind. Giving you what you've wanted since you got there, his dick.

"Father," You interrupt for the second time, Rafe's head raising from the holy book, " How big are you? "

The small group of young ladies all turn their heads to you in shock, gasps and mutters fill the room.

After a good minute of Rafe looking at you in shock, his face eases as he explains, " We are in church Y/N i expect you to keep those type of questions to yourself " Your eyes playfully squint at him and you tease,

" So in other words it's massive! "

Growing tired of the hypocritical glares you tilt your head to the side and challenge the other women; " Come on, everyone is wondering the same thing! You guys are just too pussy to ask! " Your innocent giggles engulf everybody in the room whilst the pastor fixates on you in utter disbelief. Your vulgar language shocking the whole room.

He clears his throat and declares, "Y/N, step outside for me."

Your giggles die down as you get up and leave not before throwing a frisky wink at the older man. Chuckling to yourself even more as the women in there start to question if you're crazy.

He continues with service, explaining that the women need to follow and praise him to get to heaven.

You wait for half an hour in the plain, cold corridor until you hear your plot say; " Same time next Sunday everyone and don't forget do your daily prayers!" You bite your plump pink lips cheekily at all the women who glance at you in disapproval.

Just as he sends away the last person out the door, his smile falters as it falls on you. You roll your lip from your teeth as you look up at the pastor.

Before he lets his thoughts run too wild, he clenches his defined jaw and nods towards the service room, inviting you in.

" Are you going to explain what just happened."

" There's nothing to explain father, I was just asking a genuine question." You defend yourself.

You prop yourself up on one of the tables right in front of him, your round perky tits bouncing as you sit. Your manicured finger slightly lifts up his chin so that his captivated eyes meet yours again.

He turns around and scratches his buzzed head in guilt and embarrassment, realising that he's wrong for looking at his friend's daughter like that. Sighing.

He drops both of his hands either sides of you on the table, and leans down to whisper, " Look I know exactly what you're playing at and it's going to stop right now."

You pull him in closer by his collar, your noses brushing past each other, and say in the most sultry voice; " I want you father, and believe me, whatever I want, I get."

Your teeth are now dragging his bottom lip as you hold his neck, maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes suddenly turn dark as you push him out of the way and cheer, " See you around father! " your dimples showing as you hop out of the service room. Again leaving the older man hard and ashamed.

-------------------------------------------------------

Alone in your room you start to realise how sick Rafe really is, Getting paid to tell young women that struggle with addiction that the only way up is through him.

How can anyone be so oblivious to his scheme? But surely he doesn't just do this for money.

A knock disturbs your thoughts.

" What? " you bellow from the other side of the door.

It's the warden, " Good evening Y/N," she greets, you just stare at her from your bed as she sits on the edge of it after closing your door. " I heard about the 'incedent' earlier," She continues, " I suggest you go and ask for forgiveness from Father Rafe, for your disruptive behaviour."

Even the warden is under his spell, you think to yourself.

" Look, I understand you're not used to this environment but you have to help yourself during this time of your life Y/N, God knows how hard Rafe is trying to get us to heaven, the least we could do is co-operate with him" Her throaty voice starts to piss you off even more, so you simply walk out and go his office room.

You burst in to see one of the patients in his lap,

" I know what you're doing!"

"What are you talking about Y/N, can't you see i'm busy."

"Busy trying to fuck a patient? Are you serious?"

"Watch that mouth of yours little girl, This girl is giving up her life to christ right now."

You stare at the girl whoring herself out in disbelief. Your eyes also catch on to the pills on his desk. Everything starts to add up.

What a sick man.

" You either give you life up to christ too or get out Y/N." He says with a devilish smirk.

But what he didn't realise was that you're just as sick as him.

Before you wanted Rafe, you wanted your pills and would go to any meassures to get that floaty, euphoric feeling you were so dearly familiar with, so you take a bottle of pills from his desk,

" I'll come back at a better time for you Father."

Your sickly smile grows and he watches you turn your back to him as your hips sway out of his door.

You never fail to amaze him.

[sugaraanddiesel]

send requestssss i'm so bored

[sugaraanddiesel]

soooo ready to drop thisss