#🍒 a —asks ⋆

[etfrin]

Hey I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering was snow like low-key obsessed with reader in the arranged marriage au. Like did he meet her at the academy and was like yup she's mine or was it solely for political purposes and then he fell for her?

FEEL FREE TO ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT THE arranged marriage au please, anyways yeah the marriage was completely political but he knew her since the academy, he chose her because she knew his secret but never snitched and always made him food, even when he could afford it, not only that her parents were powerful but not that powerful that they could be a problem so that's why there was already multiple rumors and Coryo decided to put that into use and marry her, he fell in with her specifically in the one-shot Mine To Love.

here's the masterlist of the arranged marriage au if you wanna check out more of them!

[rafeysbunny]

heyyyyyyyy! I have a thought. Do you think that reader could get rafe to beg? Like maybe he did smth that pissed reader off so she’s been ignoring him but rage just can’t take it anymore? I love your writing so honestly just go crazy

-👻 anon

a/n. first ask, i'm so excited! in answer to your question: yes! absolutely, yes! this man is soo pussy whipped, he'd do anything for reader. ty for the request, babe!

two hours of you giving rafe the cold shoulder it's all it takes for him to break. he knows he fucked up greatly, but you're just being so mean that he cannot help the way his lips curl into a pout as he kneels in front of you, pleading for your forgiveness.

only you could get rafe motherfucking cameron to beg like this.

"baby, 'm so, so sorry," he apologizes, big hands gripping onto your plush thighs tightly so you can't get away from him this time, not again. "forgive me, yeah? i know i screwed up, and i'm sorry."

his lips start peppering kisses over the sliver of bare skin under the hem of your top as he keeps muttering words of repentance, the actions making your heart melt. "it won't happen again, i promise to you, angel."

"i'm really pissed at you right now, rafe," you address him for the first time in hours, voice tone sharp.

he doesn't care how cold you sound, though, the fact that you're finally talking to him instead of ignoring his presence nearly makes him cry happy tears. how embarrassing is that? he can't believe you got him this hooked. he should be the one in charge, not you, but, let's be honest, he's too in love with you to even care anymore.

"i know, baby, i'm sorry," he repeats for the hundredth time, puppy, blue eyes staring up at you entreatingly. "what can i do for you to forgive me? i'll do anything, just please, stop being mad."

"anything?"

a mischievous smirk spreads across your pretty face, your mind already conjuring up all the filthy ways he could make it up to you.

"anything, angel."

that's how he ends up tied up to the bed, hands desperately tugging at the fluffy, pink handcuffs in a failed attempt to break free of them while you ride his pretty face. he's fucking drowning in your pussy, dick achingly hard inside his pants.

what a shame you won't make him cum this time, as a little punishment.

your hips rock against his face unabashedly, feeling the way his eager tongue parts your chubby folds to drink up your sweet essence, occasionally slipping inside your pussy to fuck you with it. his nose is rubbing your puffy clit every time you grind down, which has you mewling and shuddering atop him.

"i love you so much, baby," he'd mumble against your cunt, totally mesmerised by the hypnotic sway of your hips and your taste.

your flesh muffle his words and grunts, but you understand what he says and look down at him with adoring eyes, just to find him staring up at you in the same way, pink lips glistening with a combination of your arousal and his spit.

the sight is enough to send you spiralling into a mind blowing orgasm that makes you let out the most lewd moan you've ever made, body shaking as your legs close around his head, almost suffocating him.

"fuck, i love you too," you breath out, the aftershocks of your climax making your brain dizzy. "i forgive you, rafey."

honestly, he doesn't quite understand how this could be a punishment for him, but he's not one to complain.

more.

[pr3ttyslvtt]

bouncy bounce 🍒

[mwphisto]

this isn't a request, but you've had me thinking for a while

since the high libido post

I for one

get very agitated and high strung when I haven't had a release in a while

the second I get a good one? peace. sunshine and rainbows

imagining the LADs knowing how to deal with that makes me wanna fuckIN WHINE-

ANON!

I needed to type that in all caps and big font to properly convey how EXCITED this ask made me LMAOOO. I won’t lie, I’m the same way and now I’m giggling at the idea.

ATP I feel like this is worthy of its own headcanon post because just imagine getting irritated with Zayne and he stops what he’s doing and is like “oh someone is deficient in a certain vitamin…” and you’re looking at him like bro what the fuck are you about to say?? And he pulls out one of them dry ass jokes and says you’re vitamin D deficient.

Or Sylus noticing you’re feistier than usual and poking fun at you until you fucking implode and suddenly he’s on his knees with a smug smirk saying something about how you’re wound too tight and need some help relaxing.

Rafayel? Being bratty back and then the pieces click together and he’s RELENTLESS in his teasing. All the while he’s tugging your panties down and massaging your thighs. Xavier not saying a word and just hopping into action? Pulling his fucking cock out and suddenly you realize why you’ve been so irritable lately.

Don’t get me started on Caleb. He’s piecing it all together and boy is he being absolutely humiliating about it. Babying you like a temperamental toddler as he croons about how he’s neglected your needs and has to make it right since you’re so grumpy because of it.

[kaechu1]

*during the fight in 'Odysseus'*

Telemachus: we can't just go and fight we need a plan!!

y/n: plan? easy i got one.

Telemachus: wait really-

*y/n shoot an arrow through a suitor head*

y/n: go and fight like warriors

ares clapping his hands as he watching this from afar:THAT'S MY GIRL!!

ares:

[ozzgin]

Greetings Ozz,

Yo girl here has been so damn sick this week that I had to go to emergency and I am miserable. So to distract myself from it, I thought so would come here and ask:

Dealers choice, how would your yanderes react to their darling having a medical emergency?

Or like how they would be in the building. Idk I think it would be pretty funny to fit a giant demon lord into a small exam room where he has to be very carefully about not ripping any cords out of the wall with his wings or poking the ceiling tiles with his horns.

Lololol Mummy!Yan trying to give you some of his bandages but they just keep disintegrating as he tries to treat you.

Vampire!Yan is simultaneously sick to his stomach from smelling other blood in the building and being overwhelmed by the darling’s scent if they’re bleeding.

Frankenstein|Zombie!Yan steps out of the room after you have stabilized to go check out the morgue for some new kicks.

Werewolf!Yan has to stay outside bc it’s a full moon and there are no animals allowed inside without documentation 😭

Clumsy!Yan had to stay home for safety purposes lmao

Mafia!Yans know their way around the building like the back of their hand from being there so often. The staff jokingly made them punch cards, the 10th punch is a new liver or kidney. (They have plenty of those though)

Anyways, some Tom foolery for this poor gal please, Ozz! ~🍒

I feel like this delves into the absurdism of dating a monstrous creature while dealing with daily life banalities.

Why, of course the Eldritch beast is prepared to take you to the doctor once your frail human life is endangered. He has all the documentation ready. He's skipping the cab - the waiting times are too long - and teleporting the two of you to the nearest hospital. Brought your thermos with fresh coffee to keep you alert. Has a little bag with necessities in case you need to stay overnight. Might order you some food later because he doesn't trust the canteen; he's snuck a couple glances and those salad leaves must be from yesterday's batch. Occasionally dozes off and dreamily whispers ancient, cursed secrets.

[sematarygirls]

How did mean!pogue!reader and rafe met? I feel like even when they get tgt she’d def be #ihatemybffinalboss 😭 I love her characterrrrrr

⠀     ⠀⠀♯┆Mean!Pogue!Reader Meets Rafe.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎she is the pioneer of the #ihatemybf movement ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . violence, drinking, smoking.   ̼ ₊

THE BONFIRE CRACKLED, orange light dancing along the ground, casting shadows as it collided with the bodies of kooks and pogues alike. Music blared through the clearing, vibrating the ground as people danced and chatted. You were stood by the kegs, watching JJ do a kegstand with Kiara.

You snorted as JJ came down from the kegstand, stumbling slightly before throwing his arms up like he was a champion as he whooped loudly. "That’s gotta be, like, a world record or something," he slurred, grinning.

You scoffed, arms crossed as you shot Kiara a look that said you'd both be dragging his ass home by the end of the night. "Yeah, for killing the most brain cells in under a minute."

Kiara rolled her eyes, passing him a half-empty Solo cup that he'd bestowed upon her before attempting his stunt. "I give him ten minutes before he’s face down in the sand."

"Ten?" You raised a brow, eyeing him. "You’re being generous. I say five."

JJ pointed a finger between the two of you, swaying slightly. "No faith. No respect. I am a... legend—" He took a step, tripped over a log, and went sprawling into the sand.

You exchanged a look with Kiara before bursting into laughter. "Thirty seconds," she corrected, shaking her head.

"I just don't see what she sees in you," a nasally voice sneered from behind the three of you. JJ rolled over onto his back in the sand with a groan, looking towards the voice, your eyes following his.

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes as you saw Topper sauntering toward you with a cup in his hand, Rafe and Kelce watching from behind him with smirks on their faces. “And yet, here you are, breathing the same air as us. What, Figure Eight not fun enough for you?”

He scoffed. “I just don’t get it. Kiara could’ve had everything, but she threw it away to hang out with trash.”

There it was. The word that had you seeing red—trash.

Your fist swung before you could think twice, knuckles colliding with his jaw in a way that sent a shock up your arm. Topper stumbled back, cursing, but before he could even react, you shoved him, making him fall back due to his already unsteady feet, his back colliding with the sand and sending his beer all over him. "Run back home to mommy, Thornton.

Laughter rippled through the crowd, people gathering around to see what went down. Pogues cheered on, egging on the violence with shouts of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" while Kooks looked on with sneers, as if they'd expect no less from a Pogue, even though Topper was the one that had technically started it by running his mouth.

Topper groaned from the ground, rubbing his jaw as he glared up at you in a mix of disbelief and anger. "You crazy bitch!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Topper," you sneered, shaking out your hand. "You had that coming."

"The fuck is your problem?" A second voice cut through the crowd, stepping into the little circle that had been created. Rafe Cameron's blue eyes, filled with disdain, looked onto yours as he adjusted his backwards hat on his head.

"Got something to say, Cameron?" You asked. tilting your head and daring him to insult you like his little lapdog had. "Don't think I won’t knock you on your ass just like I did to your little boyfriend over there."

Rafe scoffed, taking a step closer into your personal space as if testing your boundaries. "You got a real mouth on you, Pogue," he spat the word "Pogue" like it was poison on his tongue, like it was a dirty word.

Your lips curled into a grin, unaffected by the venom in his voice. "And you got a real ego on you, Cameron." You your eyes scanned him for a moment, sizing him up before meeting his again, unwavering. "What, mad I hit your little bitch first?"

Rafe's jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He'd never hit a woman, but you made him really really want to. You two glared at each other, both of you daring the other to make the first move, your faces inches apart.

"Yo, are you two gonna fight or fuck!" Someone yelled, making the people snicker around you. The comment made your jaw clench, the idea of sleeping with Rafe of all people absolutely revolting.

"Sorry, I don't do charity work," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch. You'd definitely have to ice them as soon as you got out of here, but you were determined to not show weakness in front of Rafe.

"Trust me, even if I was desperate enough to fuck a pogue, it wouldn't be you," he rolled his eyes, though his ego took a little hit at your words. He wasn't used to being rejected by women, especially not Pogues, and especially not in front of a crowd.

Your fists balled up, opening your mouth to fire back a comment before Kiara grabbed your arm, tugging you away from him. "Let's just go. He's not worth it." You hesitated but nodded, knowing she was right. Topper was probably gonna run off and tell his mom about the fight, so it was in your best interest to get out of there without any more altercations.

"Yeah, that's right, run off!" He called after you, a victorious smirk on his face as he watched you retreat. It took everything in you not to turn around and punch that look off his face, but you somehow managed.

"This isn't over, Cameron," you spat, holding up your middle finger as you and Kiara helped JJ up and out of the crowd toward The Twinkie, which already had John B in the driver's seat.

Neither of you would get over this, and you both knew it

notes .ᐟ   and so began the mean!pogue!reader and rafe rivalry... not edited again 🙈

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[nicoliharu]

Agatha is so beautiful, please draw her again! You deserve some time for yourself!

You fed the voices in my head! Here's the cherry girl ☝️😞‼️🍒

In my personal defense, I wanted to test how she would look wearing a skirt, and I'm in love... Besides, I was able to make an effort not to render but to paint more simply ✍️🤓

[z0mb1epuzzy]

Hear me out…submissive Josh making you suck him off…whimpering and crying because of the pleasure….gosh I’m crazy BYESS

this ask is like at least two months old but i’m HERE HELLO HII :D

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`✭ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⭒ Sub! Josh x GN + Dom! Reader :3

✭ sucking DICK, shit writing, whiny josh, some gagging, hair pulling, crying, lowkey edging but not really, josh being a spoiled brat (insert charli xcx), idk what else to put here

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Sub josh is so hot…. ouhh..

Josh with his hand in your hair, not really pulling (at first), moreso just holding, maybe guiding once he gets more desperate... All out of breath, struggling to say literally ANYTHING semi-coherent, a breathless “oh, Jesus,“ followed by a sharp gasp and a “fuck-“ his grip getting a little tighter whenever you up the force just a little, maybe a hand on his thigh- something about that seems like it would TOTALLY do him in, like tears in his eyes, flushed face and choked/whiny moans… mhmmmm…

oh my god and if you pulled off of him for a sec, just to fuck with him???? OOHHHHH he’d whine so good. “Fuck, babe- don’t-“ (insert breathless, whiny-groan type sound-) “don’t stop, don’t- fuck-“ if his hand is still in your hair, it’s def pulling now, he’s just SO tense… but it would definitely make the moment you give him what he wants, more, that release- SOOO much better. You’d be able to feel his thighs get all tense, and see the way the muscles just below his navel tense up, too. His head leaning back, hands all shaky in your hair AAAUGHHH FUCK GOD FUCK.

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✭ plz forgive this being ass!!!!!! i am horrible at writing head scenes i fear…. and have not written in months (like i don’t think i have properly written anything since before new years? maybe christmas??? yall this shits FUCKED), that being said i still lurk and the continued support on my works has been WONDERFUL :3 lots of luvs !!! xox

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💋 Taglist ↳ @boom-butterflyeffect @drakudoll @l0relaii @admirationandromantics @spaceycat

[eques-vspr]

Mark in pretty blue lingerie…. All lacy and soft blue HIS C CUPS SPILLING OUT HIS DICK TRAPPED IN A PRETTY THONG I NEEEEDDDDD ITTTTTR PIN UP PICTURES OF MARK NEED TO BE IN MY PHONE RRNNNN

-🍒

nsfw - gn!reader x mark

god his thick dick would strain the poor fabric soo much, his pre-cum forming an embarrassing stain you can't keep your eyes nor hands off of as you touch his tip with your index finger teasingly, his face beet red as only small gasps come out of his wet lips.

teasing him as you cup his balls with a touch that's light as a feather, your index finger still playing with his tip as he whines out your name, "pl-please (Name), god! f-fuck- please, please, please i'll be good i promise please-" you interrupt his cute blabbering as you finally started to stroke him through the fabric, his dick throbbed so hard with each stroke as he felt the thin fabric rub against his dick along with your fingers, hips already rutting forward as he's getting close already.

you coo as he cries out your name when the hand that was on his balls goes to tease his rim, his dick weeped pre-cum even more when you licked his tears that he didn't even know he was shedding. god, the fabric of the lingerie against his nipples was also a kind of special hell, he needed your mouth and fingers everywhere on his body. he was ripped away from his thoughts as he felt the pad of your thumb press into his hole, his hips bucking as his body went taut, your hand quickly left his poor teased hole as they want to cup and squeeze his balls as your other hand fastened the pace.

now he was aware of how much he was crying out and how much his hips were shaking as he came with a whine of your name, all over your hand and all over the pretty lingerie you bought for him. he whined again as his cock throbbed when he saw you clean your fingers off by sucking his cum clean off of them.

[etfrin]

pov: coryo with a bunny hybrid reader !! mayhaps she’s a gift from dr. gaul, one of those many experiments but this one actually went sort of right! she’s a “congratulations on being president!!” gift but coryo has been in power for a bit of time now.

she’s (bunny) a menace, truly. she runs rampant around the mansion and snarls at any servant that steps close to her. she borders of feral, and the only reason she gets away with it is because coryo finds her cute. (totally not because he knows she likes him. how does he know? bunny may or may not always steal his sheets after he’s slept in them for a few weeks.)

bunny can usually be found in secluded places (she scares off the servants) like the library, or sometimes even the garden. but her little bunny burrow is definitely in a dark corner in the library. a makeshift nest filled with coryo’s sheets, a stolen cologne bottle and a few of his ties and shirt— oh there’s his infamous red jacket!

coryo and bunny only begin to actually bond after he’s finally forced her out. she hissed and whined and kicked feebly but it didn’t do much, more of a tantrum if anything. fast forward, not even a full week after he drags her out of seclusion, and she sits happily across his lap <33 letting him stuff her wittle face with sweets whilst also stuffing her in other places too <3333 if anyone asks, he thinks she’s the cutest thing. loves her floppy ears and cotton tail. he adored the way she craves his approval and attention, he dressed her personally, his own little bun doll.

I WENT SO CRAZY FOR THIS IM SO SORRY BUT CORYO WOULD LOVE THE DEPENDENCY A HYBRID WOULD NEED

- 🍪 (if that’s okay <3)

Oh, gosh he would definitely love it!

He would do everything from bathing her, feeding her, clothing her. Everything. Just a doll to play and relief stress with, nothing else. He finds her adorable and so much less annoying than humans.

Her body makes her incredibly honest, her tail wags when she's happy, her ears twitch when she's mad. He doesn't have to overanalyze everything she does and he loves it.

she's his favorite pet!

[grogumaximus]

Crane: ok I will send that link (daniel's tribute). it is actually really really nice

Max: can you send me the link?

Crane: I will do mate yeah (...) there you go *** fruit

[pr3ttyslvtt]

400 followers :3

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[mwphisto]

I LOVE YOUR FICS FR 😫😫 (secretly obsessed). *ahem anyways...I have always wondered what all of their reactions would be if Mc asked to peg them..just curious 😅👉👈..

THANK YOU!!! This is such a fitting ask to answer at a pride festival LMFAOOO

Honestly from most willing to least willing

Caleb - he is into ass play. Doesn’t matter if it’s your ass or his, he’s down to do whatever you’re game for. If you go to Caleb and tell him you wanna peg him? That man is frolicking his way down the hall to your bedroom.

Sylus - he is not against ass play. When Sylus goes down on you? That man is licking front to back and you can’t convince me otherwise. If you confided in him that you’d like to try pegging him? Sylus is on his phone seconds later ordering everything you’ll need to make your little fantasy happen.

Rafayel - he’s shy about it, has poked the idea of ass play and plays it off as a slip of his hand or his mouth or… you get the idea. When you tell him that you’d like to peg him? Rafayel says you have to work for it. He’ll let you, totally, but he’s going to act like a brat in order for you to obtain it — he just likes it when you put him in his place & will use it as ammunition to get you later.

Xavier - he’s a freak don’t get me wrong, but it’d take a whole lot of convincing to get Xavier to let you peg him. Now I’m not saying he won’t let you, but that first initial proposition will take a lot of discussion before he warms up to the idea. Turns out, he’s pretty into it, but prefers it to be used on special occasions

Zayne - he goes neon red at the thought of you pegging him. He’s rarely dabbled in ass play, not because he doesn’t want to but because you’ve never really showed an interest until now so he’s kept it to himself. However, the second you tell Zayne you wish you could peg him? He’s so embarrassed he goes nonverbal and simply can’t think straight.

[sematarygirls]

meanpogue!reader visiting Barry cuz duh that’s her home girl and then sees rafe and then boom they’re at each others throats and Barry have to get them to stop fighting?

♯┆Barry Stops Mean!Pogue!Reader &&. Rafe's Fight.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎barry is sick and tiredddddd of them ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . drugs, suggestive content.   ̼ ₊

THE MUSK OF weed and sweat hung heavy in the air of Barry's trailer, surrounding the two of you like a perfume as you sat on his couch with your legs slung over his lap. A joint was settled between his lips as you two mindlessly watched a comedy movie, occasionally passing the joint back and forth.

“You hear what went down at the bonfire?” you asked, glancing over at him as he took a drag before passing it over to you. You took it, the movement natural. Barry had been your friend—and fuck buddy—for years. He was a dick sometimes, but he gave good advice and was always there to hang out when you were having a bad day. Plus, he was better in bed than one would expect.

Barry grinned lazily, his head rolling to the side to look at you, gold tooth glinting in the dull light. “Yeah, heard you dropped Thornton on his ass. ‘Bout time someone did.”

“Your little kook boyfriend was there," you teased, blowing out a puff of smoke as Barry ran his hands along your bare legs, trailing upwards.

Barry scoffed, shaking his head and reaching over to snatch the joint back. “The fuck you talkin’ about?”

You smirked, watching him as he placed the joint back between his lips. “You and Rafe Cameron spend a whole lotta time together for two people who don’t fuck.”

Barry rolled his eyes, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Only person I’m fuckin’ is sittin’ in my lap runnin’ her mouth.”

You laughed, your head falling back against the pillow behind you. The warmth on your thigh was familiar, comforting even. Your high was making you feel more relaxed, your body heating up as his hand ran slightly higher in a way that was extremely welcome.

Just as Barry's fingertips grazed the edge of your shorts, the sound of a purring engine rolling up outside cut through the air. Barry groaned, head lolling back. “Fuckin’ hell. Who the fuck?”

“Your customers are real cock blockers,” you huffed, rolling your head to the side to see who would come barging in. Your relaxation seemed to completely evaporate as the door swung open and Rafe Cameron walked in, wearing that same entitled demeanor.

Your eyes narrowed as you sat up, pulling your legs from Barry's lap, so you could properly glare at him. “The fuck you doing here, Cameron?" You scowled.

“I wasn't aware you were fucking the local drug dealer,” Rafe snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Don't let me stop you," he smirked.

Barry's eyes flickered to you, a warning in his gaze. You weren't supposed to interfere with business, then Barry wouldn't be so kind, but when it came to Rafe, you couldn't help yourself. “Like you don’t come crawling to him every time you need your next fix,” you shot back, tilting your head, daring him to deny it.

That hit a nerve. His smirk fathered, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Watch your mouth, pogue.” That word. That fucking word. Like it meant you were beneath him. Like he wasn’t standing here, in the Cut, doing some shady shit with a shady dealer.

You stood up from the couch in one smooth motion, your body coiled with tension, every nerve in your system screaming at you to put Rafe in his place. You felt the heat of the high mixing with the anger rising in your chest, and you weren't going to let him get away with talking down to you, not in your friend's home.

Before you could take a step forward, Barry's hand closed around your wrist, tugging you back onto the couch. “That's enough,” he warned you, his voice sharp—a tone he hardly ever took with you.

“Yeah, call off your bitch, Barry," Rafe sneered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Alright, get the fuck out,” Barry told him, standing up. Your eyes widened. Barry had defended you to nosey and leering customers before, but he never dared kick them out. It made your panties damp as you watched it unfold. “Come back when you've cooled the fuck down, but you're not gonna disrespect my girl in my house.”

Rafe's jaw clench, clearly not having expected Barry to take your side. He took a breath, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Look, just give me my shit, Barry. I need it,” he said, fishing some hundred dollar bills from his back pocket.

Barry's eyes narrowed as he watched Rafe, his stance tense, but his voice remained calm. “You think I’m just gonna give it to you after you come in here talkin’ like that?” He took a step forward, towering over Rafe, his presence demanding authority. “Nah, man, you need to learn some fuckin' respect.”

“Fuck you, man,” Rafe scoffed, his hands balling into fists at his side. You half-thought he might push it, maybe start a fight, but everyone in the room knew that Barry would pull a gun on his country club ass faster than he could throw a punch. “Whatever,” he mumbled, turning and storming out, letting the door slam behind him.

“Fuckin' junkie," you muttered, leaning back against the couch and crossing your arms, your mood obviously soured.

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[donatellawritings]

Hola babe!! Wondering how rafe would react to reader walking around with a short skirt/dress and no panties 🤭

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let’s be clear, this little habit of yours was only allowed within the confines of tannyhill. you rarely slept with panties on, usually a silk nightgown or one of rafe’s sufficed — unless you were feeling doll-like and wanted to put on a show for your doting boyfriend, then you’d be dressed in the finest array of lingerie while you walked around the estate. but, today you’d tried on the new pastel yellow crochet dress that you’d bought from a small boutique on the mainland, and you hated how your panty line disgustingly clashed the figure hugging fabric. you absolutely hated visible panty-lines — they ruined your pretty outfits.

so, with a small huff, you slid your panties down your legs, allowing the flimsy underwear to pool at your pedicured feet, before smiling at the vastly improved appearance of the dress. the yellow clashed beautiful with your sunkissed glow, your swollen breasts pushed up just right against the crochet fabric, due to the tie-up halter neckline. with a satisfied grin now expanding on your swollen, faded dusty rose lips, you smoothed your delicate hands over the soft fabric, before you slid your feet into your beige chanel sling back heels, cutely pouting your lips in the mirror as you gently ran your pearlescent acrylic nails through your freshly blown out hair.

in your biased mind, unless you looked uncomfortably close, the meticulously designed fabric of your dress covered everything it needed to, so you figured it would be okay for you to simply not tell rafe about your lack of underwear. if you played it cool, maybe he would too? either way, you were dead set on debuting this outfit as you went out for a lunch date with rafe. your slinky heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floor as you made your way downstairs.

“papi, are you ready to go?” you sang, grabbing ahold of your chanel wristlet, making sure that it was filled with your emergency lipglosses and face powder, a sweet hum leaving your lips as rafe’s arm slid around your waist, “hi, baby — quieres un besito? i haven’t put on my lipgloss yet” you asked, running your hand down the side of rafe’s handsomely structured face, before running your hand through his buzzed hair as you turned to face him.

rafe was quick to swing his arm around the back of your neck, wordlessly pulling you into a purposely sloppy kiss, his tongue messily sliding against yours as you let out a muffled squeal into the kiss. you could hear a breathy chuckle leave rafe’s lips as he hastily pulled away from you, his lips shiny as you rolled your eyes, knowing that some of your makeup would be smeared. “raafe, i just did my makeup,” you whined, letting out an annoyed huff as rafe wiped his lips with an amused smirk, his ringed fingers swiping at the corners of his mouth as he adjusted the collar of white white linen button-up.

“you asked me if i wanted a kiss, mama,” rafe reminded you, his eyes falling on how the crocheted fabric stuck your your every curve. you mumbled something incoherently as you pressed a powder puff to your face, a displeased pout on your now smeared lips. rafe shamelessly ogled at you, his eyes hanging low as they watched how your plushy ass jiggled with every subtle move you made. his spit-coated lips now ran dry as you stood in direct sunglight, the silhouette of your inner thighs and unclothed pussy coming into view as you bent over to grab your tube of glittery hot pink lipgloss that fell to the floor.

with a sarcastic laugh, rafe clears his throat, “uh, princess, m’gonna ask you a question and i want you to tell me the truth, okay?” rafe sighed, his cocked to the side as he watched you freeze in place, the fabric of your dress stretched against the curve of your ass as you craned your neck to look at rafe from your bent position.

your doe eyes widened in fear as your wispy eyelashes blinked, you were quick to stand up straight, your chin up as you watched rafe take a breath, “are you wearing any panties?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised and pink lips parted as he awaited you answer. your boyfriend didn’t miss how you shifted your weight to lean on your hips, your swollen lips parting as you nodded your head, earning an amused laugh from rafe as he crossed his arms over his firm chest, “y’sure? m’not gonna ask you again,” he warned, his voice a bit raspy as he adjusted the band of his rolex to sit comfortably snug around his wrist.

“noo, but it’s because it made my dress look weird,” you whined, your smeared lips pulled into a pout as you approached rafe, your arms snaking around his waist as he rolled his eyes at your lame excuse. “i’m serious, it looked so fucking ugly,” you sighed, batting your doll lashes at rafe who couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic you were being over a stupid panty.

mimicking your pout, rafe gently grabbed ahold of your cheeks, mushing them together, before pressing a chaste kiss to your mushed lips, “poor baby doesn’t wanna her panties, huh” he teased, mocking your whiny tone, earning a frustrated sigh from you. you could tell that he wasn’t sold on your reasoning and that in about ten seconds he was going to send you upstairs to change, “the thing is, i don’t wanna let your pretty pussy get all dirty, bein’ all out in the open like that,” he explained, his tone still disgustingly condescending as your doe eyes silently pleaded with him.

with an entitled roll of your eyes, you pulled away from rafe, childishly storming upstairs to your shared bedroom, leaving rafe to stand with his hands shoved in his pockets, “drop the fuckin’ attitude!” he called out, rolling his eyes as you wordlessly closed your bedroom door. “m’gonna fuck her up,” he mumbled to himself, letting out a strained sigh as he ran his large hands over his shaven face.

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you were a spoiled little princess, eager to annoy rafe just because you didn’t get your way. you’d swapped your yellow dress for a crème colored mini knit dress, the swells of your cute tits on full display as you bent over to grab your purse that accidentally fallen on the ground, your lacy thong sucked in by the soft fat of your ass cheeks that were on full display as you stopped suddenly in front of rafe. with an annoyed grunt, rafe grabbed your arm, swiftly pulling you to stand straight as he reached down to grab your purse.

pulling down the hem of your ridiculously mini dress with his fingers, rafe shoved your purse into your small hand, before nudging your chin with the side of his ringed finger, “cut it the fuck out, y’being a fuckin’ brat,” he whispered into you ear as you shrugged carelessly, your glossed lips twisting into an annoyed frown as you exhaled sharply through your nose.

hastily pulling you closer to his chest, rafe pointed a finger at you, “i don’t know what the fuck is with you getting a fuckin’ attitude when you don’t get what you want, but you’re my girl, and m’not gonna have my fuckin’ girl walking around showing everything she’s got,” he scolded, his hand roughly squeezing your jaw as he forced you to keep your wandering gaze on him, “if y’don’t like that, then go be with one of those fucking pogues wouldn’t give a fuck about you and what happens to you,” he adds, the vein in his neck strained as your eyes welled with guilty tears.

“i don’t want them, i want you,” you blinked your tears away.

roughly releasing your jaw from his tight grip, rafe sends you a chilling look of warning, “then fuckin’ act like it,” he mutters, moving his sunglasses to cover his bright blues as he grabs your hand, leading you into the restaurant. his jaw tight as he walked aimlessly, eyes blown with frustration as you slowed down to a stop, tugging on your boyfriend’s arm. “what?” he snapped, his anger gradually dissipating as you rushed into his arms, your chin leaning into his heaving chest.

“i’m your girl, papi, only yours,” you batted your wispy lashes up at rafe, pushing yourself onto the tips of your toes. rafe forced himself to appear stoic as you kissed his lips, a troublesome smile pulling on your pouty lips, as you brought your mouth to his ear, “i think i just need you to fuck me, rafey,” you knowingly sighed, scratching your nails against rafe’s clothed abdomen, a giggle leaving your throat as he sighed in defeat.

that was all rafe needed to hear, before he began to pull you in the opposite direction of the restaurant, a yelp leaving your lips as he suddenly lifted you by your legs, hauling you over his shoulder as he eagerly made his way towards the backseat of his pickup truck.

you always knew how to get back in rafe’s good graces.