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[littlelamy]

squirting w/ rafe??

lamy notes: 😮‍💨

his fingers are soaked, drenched, and he looks absolutely gone over it. half-lidded eyes, lips parted, hair messy from where you’ve been tugging at it, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to pace himself when all he really wants to do is ruin you.

"jesus, baby," he murmurs, dragging his fingers up through your slick, teasing over your clit in slow, torturous circles before slipping them back inside you, all the way to the knuckle. "you feel that? so wet for me."

you do. it's so much, so overwhelming, your skin hot and sticky, your thighs trembling where they spread open for him. he's been working you open for what feels like forever—coaxing, pushing, playing—and he knows exactly what he's doing. he can feel how close you are, how you're clenching around him, how you're already on the edge and trying so hard not to fall.

his smirk is pure sin. "ohh, that’s good, huh? getting all tight on me—fuck. you're gonna come again, aren't you?"

you can’t even answer, can barely breathe past the way your stomach is clenching, the way heat is building and building and—

"c'mon, pretty girl," he coaxes, curling his fingers inside you just right, rubbing that spot that makes your vision go white. "let me see it."

you feel it.

your back arches, a sharp little cry breaking past your lips as the pleasure overtakes you, as something deep inside you releases all at once, gushing down his wrist, slicking up his palm.

"oh, fuck," rafe chokes out, delighted, wrecked, watching it happen, watching you fall apart in a way neither of you were expecting. "oh my god."

then—he grins.

his free hand grips your thigh, holds you down as he pulls his fingers out, as he leans in, as he puts his face directly in front of the mess spilling out of you.

his mouth opens—his tongue—he's so shameless about it, lets the wetness splash against his skin, laughing when a stray drop lands on his cheek, tilting his head back like he's standing in the fucking rain.

"oh, baby," he groans, wiping his soaked face with the back of his hand, eyes blown, lips curved. "you just made my whole fucking night."

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[theogonize]

fwb!suguru who knew he wanted to fuck when he first laid eyes on you. then wanted to take you out to endless dinners to chat his ears off when he first spoke to you.

fwb!suguru who grew to like you without fucking you, almost forgot it was what he wanted you for – a life together or a night together?

fwb!suguru whose dick got painfully hard when you taunted him, rolled your eyes at him or outwitted him. he lived for your sassiness.

fwb!suguru who happened to fuck you on a random night unexpectedly and it changed the trajectory of his life.

fwb!suguru who stayed after every dick appointment. cuddled with you on the bed, watched movies or your favourite TV show, ordered take out and held you in his arms till you both inevitably fell asleep.

fwb!suguru who couldve sworn he wasn't in love with you. he would still fuck other people (and then come back to you, poor baby was thinking of you the whole time)

fwb!suguru whose grown accustomed to your presence. he calls you when he isn't feeling okay, you call him when something bothers you. he's grown used to you telling him all about work, how you got your nails done, how you saw a cute cat near your apartment. trivial details, which coming from anyone else he would hang up, but he looks forward to them with you.

fwb!suguru who eventually stops fucking other people and is just your man, without you knowing.

fwb!suguru who is determined to mark you up in placed people will notice. your neck, your thighs, your collarbones.

fwb!suguru who believes in giving you his all. all of his long girthy dick that pumps you full it should be criminal, his long slim fingers that have made you orgasm so often and hit that deep spot with unbeat ease, his long tounge... oh god his tounge. he thinks maybe even his long life ahead is yours too, all yours. his little kids too maybe? he doesn't like to think too much about that.

fwb!suguru who has to have your pussy checked with his tounge daily. he has to lap up your insides no matter any circumstances. his voice purrs across your body when he talks you through your orgasm.

"mhmm yeah cum all over my face beautiful, I know you want to"

fwb!suguru who gets sick at the thought of you sitting so pretty for another man when you tell him you're going on a date. suguru who looks so disturbed at the thought of another man even looking at his pretty girl who isn't really his.

fwb!suguru who takes you to corporate events just so he can call you his girlfriend, even if it's just pretend. when you question him it's always "easier explanation than a friend i fuck on the regular, isn't it?"

fwb!suguru who knows how you like your coffee in the morning. he knows what you like for breakfast, your comfort food, your hobbies, your favourite movies, your least favourite movies, your icks, your past. he knows you like he knows himself. he thinks of you when he passes your favourite cafe, he texts you when he sees something in the colour you like.

fwb!suguru who is sure he hasn't felt this way before, who is so vulnerable with you that it scares the shit out of him.

fwb!suguru who is afraid, angered at everything about you. he's angry at how you lull him into a sense of security, how you hold him, how sweet your voice sounds when you call him by his name, how you take care of him, how you listen to him. he hates how your pussy clenches his dick for dear life, milking it dry and how you never let a drop of his cum go to waste, licking it up like a little slut. he's fearful too. about losing you. about where loving you the way he does leads. loving you? wait. he loves you? fuck. fuck. fuck. this hasn't been according to plan at all.

[madsfrank]

Imagine Simon beating himself up over you…

It’s late at night in the barracks, the task force had almost lost you to a bullet wound embedded in your side, another hour without treatment and you would have been lost for good. You lie in your quarters, having been treated and given fluids that you needed to live, when suddenly you hear a heavy knocking at the metal door.

It’s Simon, his knuckles are bloody from hours using a punching bag without thinking, his mask halfway on his face to reveal him as a panting mess still sweaty with effort. With your permission, he cracks open the door halfway, just to stare out at you in the faint glow of the room.

“You can come in Si, I can’t see you like that.”

He shuts the door softly. Afraid to rouse you anymore from needed sleep. Once enveloped in the darkness you were using to rest, he is dragging himself over to you and leaning over your frame in a manner far too intense for you in such a state.

“Si? What’s wrong?”

As you reach your hand up to his masked jaw, he suddenly takes your wrist in a heavy grip and forces your hand on his cheek.

He says nothing yet, closing his eyes to the touch and letting his breathing slow as he reminds himself you are alive….he had lost himself in hours of training and needed to remind himself that the mission was not a total failure, you were alive.

He would prefer it if you punched him, let him know how foolish it was to let you slip away from him, let him know it was all his fault and—

Instead he settles for breathing you in, muttering that he’s glad you didn’t leave, but the muttering becomes more of a groan as you try to pull him to bed with you, mewling at your gentle touch.

He’d prefer not to be seen like this, but then why would he have come to your room, other than to fall into your embrace and remind himself he’s grounded.

As he lies with you, he tells himself that someday soon he’ll take the mask off, only for you. You’re the only one that can see him like this.

With that thought, he lets himself drift off with you.

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[rafesangelita]

so anyway I was thinking about something about bitchy!Kook!reader (since she's my ultimate favorite)

maybe rafe has gifted her a promise ring at some point in their relationship, and despite all their highs and lows, even in their worst nights, she has NEVER taken it off

and maybe they are in a heated argument and they're mad at each other (but not broken up, just mad) and they are attending a party and he notices that she isn't wearing it, so he loses his absolute shit and drags her somewhere, making a scene and telling her how much he cares about her (in his own way, ofc) and how hurt he is until she simply smirks and tells him that she's taken it off because she's getting it cleaned up

-🦉

warnings: arguing, slight angst, light fluff

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“can you fix your face? ‘at least try to act like you want to be here with me right now?” rafe whispered in your ear, a slight pinch of irritation lacing his tone. you swallowed thickly, flashing him a glare as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so he wouldn’t draw any unnecessary attention towards you two. “i told you i wanted to leave a long time ago and instead of wrapping things up, you disappeared for another drink. i’ve been sitting here on this couch with you for over two hours now, listening to your idiot friends talk about their latest escapades. how about you fix your fucking face?”

rafe looked around to make sure no one caught any of the words that just left your mouth, his jaw clenching as he gripped you by the back of your neck. “is that how you’re gonna act right now? that’s what we’re doing?” at this, you trailed a hand down rafe’s stomach, your nails digging into his flesh hard enough to make him hiss and let go of you. “grab me like that again and i’ll leave your ass in front of everybody.” rafe knew that wasn’t an empty threat, considering you’ve already done it before and topper still hasn’t let him live the embarrassment down.

rafe gave you a curt nod, his eyes raking down your form before they rested on your bare fingers. “what the fuck?” he spoke out loud, the group conversation coming to a halt. without another word, rafe got up, dragging you along with him as he guided you two outside to his truck. “oh, now you wanna go home?” you scoffed, managing to pull away from him before he hoisted you into the passenger’s seat, his body wedged between the door as he took ahold of your hands. “i know we’ve been fighting a lot recently, and i’m sure we get on each other’s nerves all the time, but taking off your ring? are you fucking serious?”

your eyebrows knitted in confusion, your mouth barely opening before rafe started going on a rampage. “i bought you that ring to uphold a promise to you, y/n, and i’ve kept it. through all of our bullshit, through all of our problems, through damn near everything; you’ve never taken that ring off. even when we were close to leaving each other once and for all, you were still wearing it. that ring saved us, and now? you’re just giving up like that?” rafe sounded pained, his voice dropping slightly as his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. “rafe—” you tried to interject again, but still he continued.

“i love you, and i know i fucking suck at showing it, but you know i do. you’re the only person who puts up with my shit and still loves me as i am. you work with me even though i make it really hard, and you don’t throw my mistakes in my face every chance you get. you’re patient with me when i least deserve it.. i could go on and on about everything you do for me.. please just put your ring back on.” you weren’t expecting rafe to pour his heart out to you, your anger from earlier dissipating into nothing as your gaze softened. “i can’t—” rafe groaned, kneeling down onto the step bar of the truck as he held your hands to his chest.

“why?!” you couldn’t help but laugh, your resolve crumbling as rafe looked up at you desperately. “what’s so funny? i’m literally about to have a panic attack right now.” you laughed harder, shaking your head. “rafe, i’m getting my ring cleaned! i’ve been trying to tell you since you dragged me out here but you kept interrupting me.” your boyfriend let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his shoulders falling in relief. “when did you take it?” you helped him off his knees, rolling your eyes as he pulled you into his embrace. “remember, i told you i was going to the mall with chanel? i dropped it off there and i’m supposed to go back for it tomorrow..”

rafe nodded, his hands running up and down your back. “well, we better get you another ring for when you’re getting the other one cleaned. i can’t have you giving me heart attacks like that.”

[sainns]

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IN WHICH ❕️ㅤ heeseung missed you a LOT.

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your lips are swollen, you're out of breath, and heeseung is hovering above you, waiting not-so-patiently for you to begin breathing normally again.

"fuck," he whispers, thumb pressing against your bottom lip, "i missed you, you know?"

"missed me or missed kissing me?"

he leans in again, taking your response as a sign that you'll be able to continue your makeout. heeseung presses his lips against yours, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, looking for access. you immediately give in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you press your body against his.

pulling away briefly, he replies, "can i say both?"

you don't bother giving him a response, instead you pull him back into you, sighing into the kiss.

it's been weeks since you last saw him, since you last felt his skin on yours, and you missed it. you missed everything about him, but honestly the only thing you can think about right now is his touch.

as soon as he got back from his trip, he pushed you inside your bedroom, not even giving you a chance to greet him before he started pushing his tongue into your mouth.

not that you were complaining.

heeseung leaves your lips, pressing wet kisses down your throat, stopping to suck at your skin. you feel him smile when you involuntarily whine.

"you're so pretty," he nips at your skin, licking the spot, "i love you so much, can't believe i couldn't see you for two weeks."

"you're the one who–" you interrupt yourself with a soft moan, "heeseung, you're the one who decided to go on the trip."

he pulls away, a pout on his face, "yeah, but i missed you the whole time."

giggling, "i missed you too," you peck his lips, "but—i'm hungry."

"you can eat me."

"you're gross," you tug his hair gently, "i want actual food."

he kisses you again, squeezing your waist, "buzzkill. fine, i'll order us something."

he pauses for a moment, staring at you. he stares for so long that you feel your face heating up and you have to turn away from his intense eye contact.

"god, i missed you so fucking much, i might have separation anxiety," he kisses you one last time before he finally pulls away, looking for his phone that he had absent-mindedly threw onto your bed an hour beforehand.

you watch him silently, a soft smile on your face as you watch him order exactly what you were craving—you didn't even have to tell him, he just knew.

"i missed you too, hee."

[esctericdoll]

[cameronsbabydoll]

rafe having a business party unexpectedly stay for dinner or something and scc!reader didn’t know so she only made enough for them, so she goes without anything, and rafe overhears one of the babies being like “mama you can have my lunch tomorrow because you’ll be extra hungry since you didn’t have dinner “ or something

the night feels off from the start—he hadn’t warned you about the extra guests. not a call, not a heads-up. they just walked through the door with rafe in the lead, all polished and important, laughing about stocks or boats or whatever it was men like that talked about.

you’re polite. quiet. you set the table like you always do, apologizing gently when there aren’t enough plates, when the sides are modest and there’s not enough for everyone. rafe brushes it off like it’s nothing, like it’s not humiliating to stand there and smile while they pass around the last of the roast you spent all afternoon making.

you go without. you always do. it’s not new.

but later, when you're wiping down the table and rafe’s still entertaining, your littlest one—barely five, barefoot in the kitchen—tugs on the hem of your dress and says, voice sleepy and sweet, “mama, you can have my lunch tomorrow, okay? you’ll be extra hungry since you didn’t have dinner.”

you blink. you nod. you press your lips together and try to keep the smile steady. you ruffle their hair. thank you, baby.

rafe hears it from the hallway. he doesn’t say anything at first. but he stops laughing. his voice dies off mid-sentence when he walks past the kitchen and sees you there, pretending to be fine.

you look up, and for a second—just a flicker—there’s something in his face. guilt, maybe. or shame. but you don’t say anything.

you just rinse the last plate and turn away.

[mezzo-pianist]

mentally ill bitches logging onto tumblr the moment something goes wrong

[teenidlegirl]

. ˚ ꪆ　　. . .　　miguel has no clue what dilf means　　౨ৎ

you almost spit out your drink but instead goes down the wrong tube and start coughing uncontrollably, basically chocking. there is no fucking way this man just said that word.

“shit! estas bien?” miguel rushes to your side and carefully rubs your back with a hand, panic settled in his veins.

finally the choking stops and you can breathe.

“what did you just say?”

miguel is more concerned about your well-being than what he just said a few seconds ago but he knows you will argue so it’s best not to and just repeat what he said previously.

“i said they called me a ‘dilf’ then started laughing when i asked what does that mean.”

oh miguel… sweet innocent miguel.

now he’s confused, and a little annoyed, when you start laughing as well. the frown on his face doesn’t help, only makes you burst into laughter. oh what an innocent grumpy bug he is.

“oh yeah, laugh your ass off, huevona.”

“sorry! i’m sorry! it’s just- oh my god.” you giggle, shaking your head. “never thought i would hear that word from your mouth.”

“just tell me what it means.” it’s clear he is fed up and desperate.

“oh lord have mercy, okay…” you sigh, unable to bite back a smile. “dilf is an acronym which means… ‘dad i’d like to fuck’.”

miguel’s expression is completely blank, pure confusion.

“people refer dilfs as very attractive older men, usually who are fathers but doesn’t necessarily have to be one. and since you’re an attractive man and were once a father… you are a… dilf.”

the man is utterly dumbfounded and… horrified.

people view him as an attractive older man, which he isn’t even that old, and was once a father as… sexy?

what the fuck is up with younger people these days?

“that is… the weirdest thing i’ve ever heard of.”

you huff, giggling. “welcome to young people lingo.”

with this new horrific information, miguel can’t help but wonder if you consider him a dilf. a million people would call him that and he wouldn’t care. but if you called him that…

he was curious.

“do you… think i’m a dilf?” he nervously glances at you.

your eyes pop out of your face. no way this man just asked you that. part of you wants to jump off a cliff out of embarrassment because your own very boss is asking if you find him attractive. maybe you should quit being his assistant.

oh fuck it.

“yes, you are a dilf.” you confess so boldly, unable to contain your laughter in the middle of your sentence.

now his eyes pop out of his face, both in shock and amusement. sudden heat rises in his cheeks and heart skips a beat. the sight makes you burst out of laughter for the second time. although miguel is undoubtedly attractive, he is adorable.

the sweet sound of your laughter blessed his ears but that doesn’t stop the heat rising in his face, making him grumpy.

“alright, ya cállete.” miguel rolls his eyes, cheeks burning.

“perdón, jefe. you asked though.”

another eye roll and shakes his head in disbelief. fighting the biggest urge to smile, stuffing his face with an empanada to conceal it. so you find him attractive, that is… good to know.

young people lingo is so stupid.

oh but wait until the day miguel finds out what ‘milf’ means and maybe he will call you a milf — who said that?!

©⠀TEENIDLEGIRL⠀♡⠀don’t plagiarize or repost my work

[littlelamy]

Could you do like a post smut……maybe with a sweet shy type of reader and rafe. He has been really rough for once (which she liked) but when she gets up from the bed to walk, she falls in pain to the floor cus she’s super sore and rafe feels really really bad and he so sweet with her :(

author's note: really hope you enjoy this one, and thank you for the request! 💗🌟

your thighs still trembled from where they’d been pinned earlier, red fingerprints a stark memory of his grasp. each step was an ache you hadn’t anticipated, sharp and sudden, your knees betraying you as they buckled. the floor was cool against your skin when you crumpled, a small gasp escaping your lips. the soreness was a strange, searing aftertaste of the way he’d pushed every inch of himself into you like you were a conquest to be claimed.

“shit—baby?” rafe’s voice was still rough, a leftover rasp from the filthy words he’d growled into your ear hours ago. but now, it carried a softness, his bare feet skidding across the floor as he reached you, hands hovering like he didn’t know if touching would make it worse.

you tried to laugh, but it came out more like a whimper, your face half-buried in the carpet. “i… i think you broke me.”

the guilt hit him square in the chest, his brows pulling tight as he crouched beside you. “fuck, sweetheart, i didn’t mean—i mean, you liked it, didn’t you? god, i thought—” he cut himself off, arms gently wrapping around your waist to lift you, careful not to jostle. “jesus, you’re shaking.”

you didn’t resist when he cradled you against his chest, his warmth a balm to the ache. his lips brushed your temple, the gesture so tender it almost erased the memory of how brutally he’d taken you earlier. “tell me where it hurts,” he murmured, voice dipping low, full of remorse.

“everywhere,” you admitted, hiding your flushed face against his neck. “but in a good way.” still, there was a faint wobble to your voice, and he heard it.

he carried you to the bed, laying you down as if you were something fragile. his fingertips skimmed over the marks he’d left, his throat tightening at the vivid shades blooming on your skin. “damn it, i didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, shaking his head, then knelt beside you. “you’re too sweet for this. for me. what was i thinking?”

you caught his wrist, forcing him to meet your gaze. “i asked for it, rafe,” you said, voice firm despite the exhaustion clinging to your bones. “i liked it. all of it.”

but he wasn’t convinced, his jaw tight as his thumb swept along your cheek. “and now you’re on the floor, baby. fuck, i’m the worst.”

“you’re not,” you whispered, and when his lips hovered over yours, you leaned into him, soft and reassuring. “but i wouldn’t say no to you pampering me a little.”

his laugh was shaky, full of self-reproach, but he nodded, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “you’re getting the works,” he promised, already moving to fetch water and painkillers, blankets to tuck you in tight. “massage, bath, anything you need.”

when he returned, his touch was reverent, his hands steady as they traced circles into your sore thighs, his apologies whispered like prayers against your skin.

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[fluffettis]

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[madsfrank]

Imagine wearing hair bows around Simon…

When you first start wearing bows around Simon he’s starts absolutely melting. You can see it in his eyes.

You’ll get in his car and flash him a smile, as he sits there, dumbfounded.

“You look nice….” He’ll state, basically staring you down with his lips parted. Oh, what he’s thinking…..

How he wants to ravage you.

You’ll fold your legs as he clears his throat. Wanting to take you out, show you off, make everyone know that your all his.

His hand on your hip, heavy and strong, keeping you almost flush against his side. His girl, his woman.

You better believe your sitting between his thighs around your friends. He’s all yours.

He even buys you bows to match his shirts, buys you a skull one too, that one he nearly ripped off while making out with you. He couldn’t help it, that made him want you.

Yeah, if you couldn’t tell, he loves those bows on you.

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[rafesangelita]

…‘THE OTHER WOMAN’ AU

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DARK!RAFE who lives a double life— attending prestigious events all over figure eight with his wife on his arm, presenting this ‘picture-perfect’ persona even though his relationship with her is anything but. you’re everything she isn’t, and everything that his world would never accept if you were the one with the ring instead. his wife was born-kook, and unlike yourself, she comes from an established family who is loaded with both old money and status. marrying her was necessary in order for rafe to keep up with his reputation, considering he had already butchered that in his younger years, he’s doing everything he could now to recover and revitalize his family name, even if that means staying in a marriage that he emotionally and mentally checked out of years ago.

SHEEP!READER who has no clue about rafe’s lifelong commitment to another woman, his absence piquing her curiosity every time he goes days, sometimes weeks on end without any contact. he could be with her all night, doing what he does best, and she’ll wake up to an empty bed every single time. she cries when he leaves and jumps to her feet excitedly when he comes back, whenever that is. she fights the urge to ask him where he’s been, but she knows better than to question rafe, having made that very mistake before. rafe lacks control in his household, so when he comes to yours, he’s relieved when you hand it over to him without a fight. everytime he’s over at your place, it’s a breath of fresh air from the tension-filled, screaming match, nightmare fuled shell of a building that tanneyhill had become over the years.

DARK!RAFE who feeds you lies concerning his whereabouts. he tells you that his work schedule keeps him far too busy to be ‘checking in with you every second of the fucking day’— his words. he gaslights you and manipulates you because you make it so easy for him, your naive mind believing everything that comes out of his mouth. he has power over you even though he’s not with you everyday. he does it by planning your outfits and making you do your hair and makeup the way he likes, he tells you when you can and can’t go out, who you can and can’t talk to or spend time with, he knows your every move. he fantasizes about marrying you instead, but all thoughts of that dream dies the second he thinks about everything he has had to do in order to paint himself as a ‘changed’ man.

SHEEP!READER who never goes against rafe’s word, her obedience to him making him feel like he has the balance he has spent his entire life looking for. she’s the only good thing rafe has all for himself, and he makes sure to show his appreciation by sending her gifts and keeping all of her bills paid. he even goes as far as giving her a hefty allowance in order for her to use it on whatever her heart desires. he compensates for lost time with money, and although she has told him on many occasions that his funds don’t matter to her, rafe still goes above and beyond so she never gets the idea to leave him. sheep!reader had grown to be co-dependent on him for everything, but that’s exactly what dark!rafe wanted the second he saw her and knew she was the answer to all of his problems. she had become his safe haven from not only his marriage, but also himself.

DARK!RAFE who tells sheep!reader to stay off of figure eight out of fear that she might find out about his wife. he doesn’t want to chance her finding out the truth about him or his past, so he threatens her and tells her that he’ll leave her if she violates what he says. anytime rafe takes sheep!reader out (which is rare), he takes her out on the mainland so that he’s not looking over his shoulder every five seconds to make sure he isn’t caught red handed. sheep!reader assumes he does this since there isn’t really anything special to do on the island, so in her mind she thinks rafe is doing all of this as some grand gesture for her when really he’s just trying to have his cake and eat it too. she’s always fighting between her heart and her brain, between love and logic, and even more so when she finds a gold wedding band in his pocket one day..

୨୧ sheep!reader has a pregnancy scare

[sainns]

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