#And I will continue to enjoy the hell out of it for as long as it lasts (and it's been lasting a lot longer than I thought it would have!)

[i-love-ptv]

Rafe cop is so hottt I need the next part with the hand cuffs plot twist y/n uses it on Rafe not letting him touch her

Lookin’ At Me..Then Suddenly ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Pairing: Police Officer!Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

Pt. 2 of Playing Dangerous, where Rafe and Peach finally make it home and pick up where they left off ;) (you don’t have to read it but it’s recommended!)

Wc: 3,160

SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! —Handcuffs, Rafe kinda chokes reader w his badge (nothing srs tho!), a few spanks, P in V + unprotected sex, aftercare is mentioned cause Rafe’s a sweetieee

An: Merry (late) christmas bitchessss! Decided to give you guys a lil gift for being so so kind to me this year. I’m thankful for all of you for even engaging w me n my content 🥲 I love you sexies!!! Also I put my entire cooch into this so enjoy it.

Feedback is always appreciated angels!

The drive home felt excruciatingly long, and the waiting game you were now playing felt even longer.

As soon as you stepped foot into you and Rafe’s shared home, you ran to your bedroom. You quickly stripped yourself from your sundress, having left the newly acquired handcuffs on the middle of the bed.

You put on a matching lingerie set, one that you bought with Rafe after you dragged took him to the mall. You put one of Rafe’s work shirts on top, striving to rile him up. You had a plan for tonight, and you sure as hell were going to execute it.

Your gaze almost always meets the clock resting on the nightstand; you’re nearly counting the minutes until he’ll be home. Thankfully, after another five minutes had passed, you start to hear the key dig into the front door’s lock.

A part of you wanted to rush down to the door, wanting to hear Rafe chuckle at the sound of your feet slapping on the hardwood floors in anticipation. But you knew you couldn’t give him what he wanted. Your head leaned against the doorway, one of your hands rested on the doorframe while the other toyed with the hem of Rafe’s shirt.

The sound of his boots stepping closer and closer resonate throughout the home, and that familiar warm feeling pools in your core. Rafe walks up the stairs, and that’s when you see him turn the corner.

His eyes meet yours immediately, his gaze similar to an almost predatorial one.

“There you are..I’ve been looking for you, Peach.” Rafe murmurs once he finally reaches you. His hands meet your waist, squeezing your ass as he starts to kiss on your neck.

The smell of his cologne is nothing short of intoxicating. You guarantee Rafe feels the same with the way he's inhaling deeply at the spot beneath your ear while he continues to feel you up.

“Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes?” You giggle at Rafe’s borderline slurred words.

“Mmm, only every time I wear ‘em. So..Everyday,” you whisper cheekily.

Rafe only hums in response, his main focus being the dark spots now being left on your warm skin. He can’t help but start to buck his hips against your pelvis, and instead of being met with your just as eager thrusting, he feels your hands push his body away.

The noise your boyfriend lets out is a hearty groan. He starts to complain, albeit confusedly. You can just barely make out his frustrated muttering.

“I have a surprise for you, baby,” you murmur, grabbing and pulling him deeper into your room by his belt loops.

Rafe’s face lit up almost instantly with a smirk, and he pushed the bedroom door closed with his foot once he stepped in fully. The way he’s looking down at you—more so towering over your frame, makes you pull his head down to meet your awaiting mouth.

You kiss him with fever, and Rafe wastes little time in picking you up, wrapping your legs around his frame as his hands support your bottom. He plops you onto the bed, yet your kiss only breaks momentarily before he’s on you yet again.

The way your lips intertwine with his feels oh-so familiar, and neither of you can get enough. Rafe’s body is pressed directly on top of yours; you can feel his muscles protruding through his shirt, but that’s not the only thing.

Rafe’s cock is hard, and again, he rubs into the crook of your thighs, seeking that desperately needed friction. Spit dribbles down your chin as Rafe suckles on your tongue. You push his chest lightly, and Rafe catches what you’re trying to do, so he flips you both so now you’re straddling him as he scoots back towards the headboard.

Rafe paws at the end of your his shirt, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Christmas came early with the way he was looking at you.

You giggle softly at his expression, “Close your eyes, baby.” He couldn’t close his eyes quicker, and you smirk mischievously. Despite his eagerness starting to make itself known, he’s still trying to keep up with his bravado.

Emphasis on trying, because his mouth twitches up into a grin, and you can tell his resolve is fading slowly but surely.

Rafe could easily just flip you both back over with no sweat, his power can overcome yours in an instant. But instead, he plays your game.

It’s no secret that Rafe Cameron is utterly whipped for his soon-to-be wife, everyone down at the station was aware. Sometimes they’d tease him, going on about how you’ve got him “on a leash”, and Rafe will never deny it. It’s moments like these that make his mind reel; years ago he would’ve never let his guard down in bed. But you were so different in the best way possible, different from what Rafe was used to.

He feels you pull back slightly and his hands squeeze your waist, but you move them right back to where they rested right on top of his head. He then hears a jingling sound come from next to him. But before he can truly react, there’s a clink and then a tight squeeze on his wrist.

Rafe’s eyes shoot open after he inhales sharply. He’s met with the sight of you and your black lingerie, he can’t help but smirk.

“Using my own cuffs against me, Peach?” Rafe’s face can only be described as smug. You don’t respond to him, simply just observing his uniform underneath you.

Your fingers dance along his firm chest, slowly dragging down to the end of his shirt.

“How about you take these off and we pick up where we left off earlier, hm? Let me fuck you properly—How you deserve.” Rafe speaks lowly, no doubt trying to get you to break, but you don’t back down for even a second.

You still don’t say a word to the man below you, opting to unbuckle his belt and slowly unbutton his pants.

You grab his bulge, both gentle and firm at the same time—Rafe doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling. You rub up and down, your grip making Rafe hiss. Abruptly, you bring yourself to a halt. Rafe groans yet again in annoyance.

“This ‘cause I’ve been coming home late recently? Is my girl feeling neglected?” Rafe pouts at you, but you know it’s faux. You also know that he read you like a book, but you refuse to admit that audibly.

You lean down over his face and cradle his head, tilting it up so you can slide his badge off from around his neck so you can place it perfectly on yours. The badge itself is big and cold against your bare skin, and the chain feels just the same.

But before you can fully pull away, Rafe uses his free hand to grab the chain so you’re nose-to-nose with him. His grip is tight, and the pressure he applies as he gathers more of the chain in his hands makes your knees buckle around his frame.

“What happened to my sweet girl—My good girl? Huh baby? You were doin’ so good tonight.” You can tell by Rafe’s tone that your teasing is only making him more pent up.

“Take this shit off before I break ‘em and then fuck you dumb.” You can feel Rafe’s breath against your face and it makes you part your lips.

You crave him and his cock desperately—Carnally. The thought of him breaking those handcuffs and then fucking you deep into the mattress almost makes you start drooling.

The way his dick will slap against your skin roughly as he’d keep you held down so all you can feel is him.

Him.

In and out, in and out.

You regain your composure, squinting your eyes at him before going to straddle his head.

Your plushy thighs rest on both sides of his head, and your wet, covered cunt is just above him. Rafe swears he can smell your arousal through your thin panties.

One of your hands grips the headboard, and the other reaches down to pull your panties to the side.

“You talk t’much, do y’know that? Someone ‘oughta shut you up.” You whisper before letting his lips meet your pussy. He glares at you but you pay no mind to it as his mouth opens and leaves a taunting lick to your folds.

He leaves an open mouth kiss to your clit before he starts to suckle on it. Your hand shakes as you try to keep your pussy on display for him, which results in his large, calloused hand yanking yours away and replacing it just as quick.

You can help but release the moan you’ve been holding back as Rafe flicks his hot tongue at your folds. He switches between sucking and lapping at your sweet cunt, and you can’t get enough. You grind down onto his face, his nose nudging your pubic bone.

Rafe finds this entire encounter amusing; the way you’ve tried so hard to maintain this facade of dominance, the way you try to mute the angelic sounds of your pleasure. He wants to see how far you’ll go—how much he can inflict on you before you break.

Your back arches and you tilt your head back, giving Rafe the perfect view of his shiny golden badge that rests in the valley of your breasts. If Rafe wasn’t busy devouring your cunt as if it were his last meal, he would’ve craned his neck up to bite on your hard nipples.

Your chest heaves up and down, not raggedly but not gentle either.

“Fu-ck, Rafe…” The sound of your soft whimpers and the obnoxious slurping coming from underneath you fill the room. Your legs begin to twitch around him and you feel a tingling sensation overcome your senses.

“Yeah that’s it! Make me cum, Ray,” you manage to speak through your string of gasps.

You feel the temporary euphoria fade as soon as Rafe’s mouth removes itself from your puffy pussy, as well as the free hand that held your panties. Instead, he’s pushing your body up and away from his face.

You look down at him and he meets your gaze challengingly; he wants you to beg for your release, and that’s the last thing you’ll do.

Abruptly, you slam your cunt back onto his face, grinding harshly against his rosy lips as his nose bumps your clit.

Rafe’s taken aback, and his breath is stripped from him. Your movements are frantic and it makes him feel lightheaded in the best way possible.

—Or maybe it’s because he can hardly get a breath in, he’s not very sure.

A wave of pleasure washes over you as you moan carelessly and buck wild and unceremoniously. You desperately gasp for air, as does your boyfriend. He inhales and exhales sharply against your mound, it manages to ground you without trying.

You lift up off of him, watching as your juices drip from you onto Rafe’s chin. His entire mouth glistens as he looks at you, wide eyes blown.

You begin to lower yourself so now you straddle his waist again. You lower his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. Rafe’s tip flashes an angry red, no doubt from the teasing but also the neglect.

You slide your panties off, watching as your arousal leaks from it. You begin to grind down on Rafe’s aching dick, watching as it glides between your wet folds.

Your hands rest on your shoulders and you kiss him once more. Your back arches into his front and Rafe’s free hand goes to hold you in place. But you reach around and grab his ever-wandering arm, pinning it so it now lays limp next to his head.

Rafe breaks the kiss, “Now I’m not allowed to touch you, huh Peaches?” Rafe groans through his gritted teeth.

“Don’t think you deserve to, Officer,” you let out a broken gasp as you slide down onto Rafe’s length. You take him inch by inch, just like you’re accustomed to. Rafe groans, and he sounds rather aggravated. “Oh yeah? Fine by me, sweetheart.”

His teeth are practically scraping together as he hisses at your warm cunt sucking him in, the veins in his neck and forehead are nearly bulging, similar to his throbbing cock that nestles itself deep into your core. Rafe’s glaring at you, and a part of you wonders how easy he’ll be on you if you beg to switch roles—to have him handle you in ways nobody has before.

You glide up before easing yourself back down, a soft moan rips from your throat. “Mmfh…Fuck.”

You eventually find a steady rhythm, allowing yourself to bounce yourself on Rafe’s dick.

Down and up, down and up, and down again.

You feel him in your throat—you feel him just about everywhere. He’s stretching you out so nicely, and the former ache you used to feel never comes—your pussy’s been molded to fit around him.

Rafe’s staring at you, mouth agape, before a look of determination graces his godly features.

Before you can even think about taunting him, Rafe roughly snaps his hips, causing you to let out a booming, pornographic moan and a string of curses.

The wrist you were once holding breaks free from your grasp, and it crashes down on the skin of your ass. Rafe leaves two harsh slaps before he grips your hip and nearly impales you on his cock. He slams you down just as he thrusts up into you.

Rafe’s feet are firmly planted on the mattress.

“Ha-ah! Oh fuck! B-baby!” You shout as your face makes a beautiful ‘O’ shape, the one that Rafe can’t get enough of.

Rafe’s splitting you open, his brutal pace never faltering even for a second despite his restraints.

“Yeah you like that baby? Feel good, don’t it?” Rafe pants before continuing. “The fuck did you think this was, huh Peach? Thought you were in control?” All you can do is whimper in response.

“Now look a’you—drunk on this fucking dick.” Rafe emphasizes his words with his equally strong thrusts. His balls slap against your skin, making you feel hot all over. You let out loud ‘ah ah ah’s as Rafe pounds your pussy.

“H-ah—Fuck. Haven’t been taking care of my girl properly. Now you’re acting up. See I l-let you get away with that shit in the car, but lemme tell you somethin’, baby.” Rafe grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in so his lips are leveled with your ear.

“At the end of the day, I’ma always have you crying on this dick.” Rafe’s tone is low and leaves no room for debate. It makes you even more wet, if that’s even possible at this point.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whine, leaving a trail of drool on Rafe’s bicep.

Rafe’s no doubt bruising your cervix; it aches but you don’t want him to stop, not in the slightest.

“‘S so good, Ray! So good, ohmygod!” You slur as Rafe continues to bounce you up and down on him.

“Awe—I know, baby. But you’re gonna take it right? You told me you were a good girl earlier.” Rafe’s mocking you at this point.

“Yes! Yes! I’m good, I’ll be good f’you! So so good!” You babble senselessly.

Rafe grunts, and you feel him twitch inside of your milky walls. He removes his hand from your waist and instead starts to rub circles onto your clit. His thumb works quickly and effortlessly.

“Y’gonna cum, babe? Yeah? I can feel you twitching around me.” Rafe’s glad you’re spacey and unknowing right now, because his tone starts to grow desperate.

He’ll be damned if he finishes before his woman.

“Oh! OhI’msoclose! Please let me cum,” you practically sob. Those are the only words Rafe can make out besides your never-ending pleas.

“That’s it Peach, focus on this cock—focus on how good I make you feel.” Rafe’s shameless with his moaning now, not holding back with showing the pleasure that makes his balls tighten up.

Your breaths are shallow as you claw at Rafe’s pecs; your nails starting to poke holes through the wife beater that resided underneath his work shirt.

“I ca-ant, ‘s too much!” You yelp through a hiccup.

“You can and you will, Peach. C’mon give it t’me.” Rafe coos, now taking pity on your withering form.

“Oh my f-uck! Oh god!” You sound absolutely heaven-sent as you reach your climax. You can feel your liquid release drip from your weeping pussy.

You tighten up around Rafe’s thick cock, making his grunts morph into higher-pitched, guttural moans.

“You-your’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck, Peach! Fuck!” Rafe’s thrusts are erratic, seeking nothing more than to blow his load.

“Where-“ Rafe swallows deeply. “Where, where, where—tell me where, please, Peach!” Rafe lets out a shaky breath alongside a throaty whine.

He hears a tear-filled ‘inside!’, your overstimulation becomes apparent to him yet he can’t stop; he can’t hold his warm seed in any longer as he then paints your insides a pearly white

“Sh-hit! Mmngh—h-hah,” Rafe sighs as the tight achy feeling on his balls dissipates.

His cock twitches for a bit inside of you, but you can’t find the urge to care as you flop down onto his firm chest. It feels as if there’s water in your ears, and you’re floating.

“—cus on my breathing, Peach,” is whispered into your ear, and it’s muffled, almost far away.

You feel a hand rubbing circles onto your back, and soft kisses being pressed to your temple. The cold badge makes itself known yet again with its chilled touch compared to your hot skin.

“In and out, beautiful. There you go—-There you are, pretty.” Rafe mumbles in your ear.

You both are still panting, but the rise and falling of his chest is what finally brings you back down to earth.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, making Rafe chuckle before leaving another sugary-sweet kiss to your face.

“Yeah, holy shit is right, babe.” You giggle softly.

You both sit there for a few more minutes before Rafe eventually speaks up.

“Think you could uncuff me so I can run you a bath, Officer?” Rafe teases, that’s when you look at his bounded hand.

His wrist is inflamed, and you feel a wave of guilt wash over you despite his attempt at comedic relief.

“No, don’t feel bad,” Rafe drags out. “I enjoyed it just as much as you did, it’ll go away in a few days.” You pout as you take the small key from the dresser and unlock the handcuffs.

“I’ll let you run me a bath if you promise to let me massage your wrist after.” You smile at him.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Peachy Girl.”

[keanusbabydoll]

JEALOUSY

paring: daryl dixon x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, dom!daryl, unprotected p in v, spanking, degrading, praising, rough sex, daddy kink, punishment, doggy style, porn with no plot

wordcount: 1.8k

a/n: i’m so sorry for not posting but college was stressing me out way too much and i got sick a few days ago… but here i am- blessing you with daryl dixon smut ;)

MDNI

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“slow d-down.” is what you managed to squeak out before daryl pushed your face into the mattress of your shared bed. he had you in doggy style; angry, jealous, aggressive. his dick was hammering into your abused hole in an punishing way, never planning on slowing down or going gentle.

“ya don’t get ta tell me what ta do.” he growled out as he gripped your hips’ flesh tighter and reached around your middle to spank your pussy, eliciting a loud, muffled cry from you. you were spasming beneath him, wishing he would be more softer. but not with daryl.

and all that just because you went on a hunt with rick. daryl knew that rick was interested in you, found you attractive. he told you many times before that he didn’t like it when you spend time with rick. he was a very possessive man. you were only his. hell, if it were up to him, he’d blow a fist to every guy’s jaw who just looked at you too long for his liking. but you were bored, daryl was out as well, so you decided to just join him, not thinking about the consequences.

“goin’ out with rick. fuckin’ slut.” he continued, his pace just increasing and getting even rougher. “i thought ya knew better.”

he kept pushing his whole length into your pussy as he landed a harsh slap to your ass. “count.” he said before gripping the roots of your hair, pulling your body slightly up.

smack.

his free hand landed another stinging slap to your ass cheek.

“one.” you whimpered out, body surging forward from the sudden sensation.

smack.

“two.” you cried out as the first few tears that formed in the corner of your eyes began to pour down your face.

smack.

“t-three.”

“ya ever gonna do tha’ again without ma permission?” daryl snarled, his grip just tightening and his hips started to pound you in an animalistic pace, letting out all of his pent up anger and frustration. you tried to wriggle out of his grip, trying to get away from his torture but it was useless.

“speak.” he ordered furiously as he landed another hit to your ass.

“n-no. i promise.” you moaned out, eyes tightly shut.

“good.” he mumbles before he slapped your ass for the last time, using all of his strength, wanting you to suffer and realize what you’ve done wrong. jolts of stinging pain cursed through your whole body and a scream escaped your mouth.

daryl chuckled darkly in reply and smirked pleasingly to himself to see his fire red handprint on your ass. at that point you were a whimpering mess but you would have lied if you said you didn’t like it. daryl pushing you to your limits was definitely something you enjoyed even though it was really intense.

with his hand still tangled in your hair, he pulled you up against his chest, hips still thrusting in the same, rough pace like before. sometimes you wondered how that man could have such a great stamina- you had been going for one hour already.

“do ya like it when daddy punishes ya?” daryl rasped in your ear, his hot breath fanning on your neck. “yes!” you squeak out, throwing your head back against his chest. you didn’t even fully register his words, being to caught up by the feeling of his cock kissing that one spot that made you see stars. a spot you didn’t even know existed before you had met daryl.

and the new position only allowed him to hit it better, to hit it more intensely. your legs felt like giving out and the pleasure you received brought you closer and closer to your release. daryl smacked one of your breasts harshly before twisting and pulling on a nipple, making you whine out in pain. “is ma lil’ slut gonna cum?” he groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his cock- always a sign for him that you’re close.

“fuck! yess, daddy. i’m so-so close!” you cried out, voice latched with desperation. you needed this release dearly. he had edged you for the past hour and your core was burning for an orgasm.

you heard him chuckle darkly as he wrapped a hand around your throat with a firm grip and turned your head sharply only to claim your lips in a messy, heated kiss. “beg for it.” he mumbled against your lips, his free hand gliding down your sides and hips before reaching your pussy.

you whined out in frustration but kissed him back hungrily. “please d-daddy! let me cum! i’ll be a good girl, i promise. i only belong to you, only you can make me cum!” you pleaded him, trying your best to hold your orgasm in, but with daryl rubbing your swollen clit, it’s almost impossible.

“ma good girl.” he whispered before pulling you in again. “ya are allowed ta cum.” he sped up his hips, the sound of your skin clapping together growing louder and his digits circled your clit faster. your moans and cry’s were muffled by his mouth and you were at the verge of cumming, just mere seconds away.

with a last thrust of daryl’s hip, hitting your special spot roughly, he sent you over the edge. you tore away from his lips and let out a sinful scream, letting him know how good he made you feel. your eyes were tightly shut as you let your orgasm crash through you, feeling it in every single part of your body. daryl fucked you through your high, wanting you to experience it to its last bit- but also chasing his own.

he harshly pushed your upper body forward again, grabbed both your wrists and held them tightly behind your back. his head leaned back in ecstasy, the feeling of your velvety walls making him go feral. he used his whole strength fucking into you, being extremely close to his orgasm. you couldn’t contain your screams anymore, the overstimulation sending shock waves through your whole body. his free hand gripped your hip as he used you as his own personal fuck toy, only thinking about his pleasure. “fuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” he growled.

and when your walls clamped down on his dick firmly, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. with a guttural groan and stuttering hips, he spurted his seed deep inside of you, painting your perfect walls in white. your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cum filling you to the brim- something you’ve always enjoyed.

finally, after a few more thrusts, daryl’s pounding came to an halt and he breathed out heavily. “fuck.” he groaned as he slowly pulled out of your slick hole, both of you moaning at the loss. he released both your wrists before he collapsed beside you, a hand placed on his chest- dearly trying to catch his breath. you laid there motionless, you were completely fucked out and exhausted from his sweet torture.

“c’mere baby.” daryl whispered as he pulled your form into his embrace. he snuggled up against your back, his face nestling in the crook of your neck while a hand around your waist pulled you in closer. “ya did so good for me.”

you didn’t reply, your mind was still clouded with the intense after waves of your orgasm. “i wasn’t too rough, was i?” daryl suddenly asked, sounding more concerned now, considering the fact that you hadn’t said a word or moved a single muscle.

“maybe a little, but i liked it.” you tiredly mumbled but still with a smirk plastered on your face. daryl chuckled at your reply and kissed your cheek, relieved that you enjoyed it. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you more.” you replied before drifting off into a deep sleep.

REQUESTS ARE OPENED!!!

[thefantasyride]

Holiday Bliss

Terry Richmond x OC Black Reader

I've been wanting to write something for Terry for 4 months and I wanted to post ON Christmas and missed the shit by mere seconds. I'm also a procrastinator and terrible at staying focused so I could finish this ON TIME, but I've had this idea since October so I'm posting the shit anyway. Enjoy and Merry (late) Christmas! 🎄🫶🏾

Warning(s): Smut + Fluff

Ryan and Terry decided to spend the holidays together in a cabin getaway, but Ryan had some plans of her own. 🤭

They created an advent calendar of random activities throughout the month up until Christmas Eve. Today’s activities included making gingerbread cookies and swapping one small gift and opening their stocking stuffers.

Ryan carefully iced the last gingerbread cookie before biting into it. 

Her stocking stuffers included her favorite beauty products from Sephora. Terry was sure to get nothing but gift sets. He didn’t have to do much snooping to figure it out. He paid attention to what she always bought, which ones she mentioned wanting to try, and of course what she had in her cart. Terry’s included travel minis too. His favorite hand lotion, gum, new colognes he’d been wanting to try, and a Swiss Army knife.

Terry took his phone out to snap candids of Ryan in her festive headband, robe, and socks. 

“I love your hair like this.” Terry smoothed loose strands away from her face as he stroked her cheek. 

“Thank you baby.” Ryan batted her eyelashes, making a mental note to squeeze a silk press into the hair rolodex every now and then. 

She adjusted her candy cane headband and smoothed out her silky tresses. She sat in his lap to take selfies with him.

“These are gonna be so cute in the scrapbook. I have some other pictures I wanna take too…”

Terry scrolled through the photos smiling.

Ryan stood in front of Terry as she untied her red and white candy cane robe to reveal a candy cane crop top with the matching g-string and thigh high socks. Her pierced nipples pressed against the thin material of her tank top. 

“Shit…” Terry began snapping pics as she blew kisses at the camera and did her signature duck lips with the peace sign. 

She turned around slowly to show off her plump backside. She made her cheeks jiggle as she bit her lip and looked over her shoulder. Terry leaned forward to record her little show as he took in her curvy frame. Thick thighs, soft tummy, and a plump ass with the titties to match all on display just for him.

“I have something else I wanna show you.” 

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

She bent over slowly to hold her ankles and shake her ass cheeks as a red butt plug with a green jewel came into view. 

“Goddamn…” 

She continued to make her cheeks move like water. “You like what you see?” 

“Hell yeah… How long you had this in?” Terry was mesmerized by the way her ass moved with the green jewel nestled in the middle. 

She giggled at the concentration on his face. “Since this morning.” 

Terry hummed as he reached out to rub her ass and thick thighs. 

Ryan kneeled in front of Terry running her almond nails over his muscular thighs, causing the hairs on his arms and legs to stand up.

“Oooh what’s this?” Ryan questioned in a sing songy tone. She rubbed his growing erection before reaching her hand into his boxer briefs. She stared into his stormy eyes as she stroked his dick until it was standing straight up. She spit on the head as she stroked more. 

“Nice and hard just how I like it.”

Terry grunted low in his throat as his dick slapped against Ryan’s tongue as she flicked it across his tip and sucked the head. 

“Shit, Ry…” 

Ryan moaned as she slurped and stroked his dick in tandem. Terry gathered her hair in a ponytail as she pressed her hands against his strong thighs and sucked his dick with no hands. 

“There you go, suck that shit.” 

She began to massage his balls after she spit on his dick and slurped it back up. The combination of her moans and slurping was music to Terry’s ears. 

“Fuck I’m finna bust.” 

“Mmmm give me that nut.” She licked the tip before sucking it again and Terry groaned and grunted as he unloaded in her mouth. Ryan greedily licked it all up. 

“Goddamn, girl…” 

Terry was still hard. He helped her up from her kneeling spot and pulled her into his lap, gripping her ass as he slipped her tongue and sucked on her bottom lip and neck. Ryan grinded against his dick, causing friction to her sensitive clit. The crotch of her thong was soaked and her nipples were hard from his touch. “I want you so bad.”

Terry positioned her on the couch the way he wanted her to get a view of her plump ass plugged up. Ryan rested her head on the back of the sofa as she arched her back. Terry pulled the g-string from between her cheeks to reveal her arousal.

“Look at you creamin’ already. All this for me?” Terry smirked as he spread her cheeks for a better look.. 

“Uh huh.” Ryan’s senses were all over the place. 

Terry lined his dick up with her slit, rubbing the tip against her clit. “Ooooh give it to me please baby.” Terry hissed as he sunk into her tight warmth and she started to bounce.

“Look at me while you throw that ass back. Pretty ass…” Ryan looked over her shoulder at Terry while her hands were planted in front of her. Loose strands from her silk press fell in her face, sticking to her glossy lips as she moaned. Her butt plug began to slip out from her arousal before Terry pushed it back in with his thumb as he delivered steady strokes.

“You nice and full, huh?” Terry teased before smacking each ass cheek. 

Ryan let out a whiny moan in response. “Mmmhmm.. It…feels s-soo g-gooood!” 

Ryan continued to throw her ass back to match Terry’s strokes. She pulled him closer to capture his lips. 

“You’re too far away. I need to feel you.” 

Terry flipped her over, pushing her legs back. He hissed as he slid back in, causing Ryan to cream even more as he hit a new spot. Terry sucked her bottom lip as she squeezed his biceps. Her eyes danced between the small gold chain in her face and his blue-green eyes.

As he leaned closer to her face to kiss her lips, she arched her back at the feeling of him going deeper.

“Oooh you’re s-s-soooo deep!” 

He pressed his hand against her belly as he stroked that spot over and over again. 

Terry took turns toying with each  nipple while rubbing her clit as he sped up his stroke.

Ryan moaned his name as her legs began to shake. “Oh my God, TeeJayyyy!” 

Terry nipped her bottom lip as he pressed into her sweet spot over and over again. “You gone cum for me? Hmm?”

Ryan's skin was warm to the touch, nipples erect, and belly tight. “Oh my God, I’m about to —” Ryan began squirting and creaming before she could finish her sentence. Her pussy clenched around nothing as she panted. Terry rubbed his dick between her pussy lips and against her clit, causing another waterfall.

“Oh FUCKKKKK!” She whined as she tried to control her trembling thighs. 

“Hm, look at that.” Terry looked down in amazement at the mess.

“P-put it b-back in…” Ryan panted as she stared at Terry with pleading eyes. 

Terry obliged as he slid back into her slowly at a steady pace. “Look at you gripping me like that…” 

Ryan clenched around him, causing his hips to falter.

“FUCK, Ryan!” 

She patted her pussy as he came inside. 

Terry leaned in to kiss her lips and all over her face before pulling out to watch their cum slide out of her.  

After their late afternoon session, they showered and fell asleep as their Christmas movie played in the background.

✨ Christmas Day ✨

Terry crunched on a candy cane as Ryan sat the cookies on the coffee table.. 

“Where you get these candy canes?” 

Ryan giggled at his excessive crunching. “You like ‘em?” 

Terry nodded as he took another bite off. “They kinda taste like Cream Savers.” 

 “I swear you’re 65 in a 32-year-old body.” 

“Nah, taste it.” Ryan leaned forward to taste the candy cane. 

“It does taste like a Cream Saver but with peppermint. I need to get these again next year.”

 “You ready for your gifts?”

 “Of course!” 

Terry and Ryan were adamant about capturing memories outside of their iPhones. Ryan took the liberty of starting scrapbooks and photo albums when they became exclusive. Road trips, vacations, random picnics at the park, all of it was captured. 

Terry had gotten more into photography recently so she gifted him a camera with all the equipment along with a sports watch he had been wanting. It had a ton of features with interchangeable bands. And it had to have military time settings, of course. Once a Marine, always a Marine. 

Terry unwrapped a handmade scrapbook that included pictures of him and his cousin Mike. They were 12 years apart, but Terry spent most of his childhood as Mike’s shadow. A small smile formed on his lips as memories came flooding back at the flip of each page. Pictures of them at the park with their other cousins, Terry’s little league games, Mike’s high school graduation, and the last family reunion before he went to jail. At the very back was Mike’s hospital bracelet along with his obituary and a few more recent pictures of the two of them. Mike was more than his cousin. He was his big brother. Terry’s eyes welled up with tears when he spotted the first letter Mike had sent him while he was in boot camp. 

“This is —” Terry paused to gather himself. “I don’t even know what else to say…” He pulled Ryan into his lap, holding on to her tightly.

She kissed his face and rubbed his back as he cried . “I know it’s been hard and I wanted you to have something that would help you remember all the happy times. ” 

Terry sniffled into her chest. “Damn, I didn’t expect it to hit me like that. I appreciate this babe.” Ryan wiped Terry’s tears before pressing her lips against his. “Anything for you, my love.” 

Terry collected himself enough to pass Ryan two slender boxes. She tore into the pretty gift wrap and opened the box to a dainty diamond tennis bracelet with her birthstone to add to her bracelet stack. 

“Babe, this is so pretty!” 

Terry smiled at her reaction. “You gotta open the other one too.”

Ryan unwrapped the small square box to reveal a 14K gold bangle engraved on the inside.

For my favorite girl in the whole wide world. Love, TJ

Ryan paused to blink back her tears. The message was so simple, but it came from her loverboy so it was uber special. She couldn’t wait to see it every day while she was getting dressed.  

“I love them both so much, baby! This is the perfect start to my bracelet stack. Thank you, Snookums!”

 Terry snickered at the nickname and kissed her forehead as she sniffled and wiped away tears. 

For the first time ever, Ryan felt completely safe. As the weeks and months went by, the guard she tried so hard to keep up eventually fell down. She allowed herself to be cared for, to have feelings, and be vulnerable. 

“Oh my God, we’ve turned each other into big saps. What the hell is this? Is this what real feelings are?”

“Shit is wild, ain’t it?” Terry chuckled as he shook his head.

 “Very. But I really love it here and I really love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Tags: @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot

I didn't have an official tag list for Terry, but let me know if you want to be added. 💕

[firinnie]

The Odyssey is more brutal than Epic the Musical part 42345

I would like to say that Ithaca Saga skips a bit from the Odyssey. You have some interesting facts.

Warning for brutality below! The original clearly states that Odysseus strung his bow, did Penelope's task, and killed the suitors with the same one. By the way, the bow was described as a palintonos, I found that means that it was specific, you had to pull the string other way. Most likely, suitors not had such experience and simply tried to shoot the wrong way. Or Odysseus was Luisa Madrigal.

The suitor who gets shot after he talks about "Open arms", I think, could be Eurymachus. In the original he says it right after Antinous was killd but Eurymachus tries to convince king that their leader planned everything and since he is dead now the killing should stop. We have the same logic in the song "Odysseus".

And as for the slaughter. The suitors were killed not only by Odysseus but also by his loyal servants - Eumaeus (raised like his brother, the whole book is about him), Philoetius and… TELEMACHUS. He is not a Disney Princess there.

Goatherd Melanthius is the one who finds the hidden weapon and wants to give it to the suitor. He used to serve them and give them the largest animals, he also tried to get Eumaeus into trouble with them. But fortunately he and Philoetius find him, immobilize and laugh at, and after the battle swineherd takes him on. Eumaeus (with the kind help of others) cuts man up alive and feeds him to his dogs, starting with the unfaithful collaborator's genitals. Melanthius' nose, ears, hands and feet were cut off, but his penis was torn out. It is not certain whether he was killed after that or was to exist in long agony until death.

Speaking of death, Melanthius' sister and eleven other maids who were hanging around with suitors were forced to clean up the blood and bodies, and then Odysseus tells his son to cut their throats. Telemachus considers this too mild a death and hangs the twelve women himself, instead.

Btw Penelope ordered her faithful servant Eurycleia to move the bed in front of her husband, not him. In the original and Epic his anger stems from fact that Odysseus thinks Penny changed the bed he built for one that can be moved.

The families of suitors want revenge and are ready to continue the fight. Antinous' father is killed by Laertes, father of Osysseus (hell yeah) but this small uprising quickly ends when Athena appears and pacifies the company. Athena also makes the night go longer so Penelope can enjoy her husband in peace. Epic leaves the gate open and the bridge between her and Ody burnt, that is very sad for me.

But well, I think these are the most interesting facts :)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Love your fics!!! You have such a talent and wonderful way of representing the turtles!!

Just a small request…

Could you write the dark turtles x reader smut, maybe reader is being a brat :)

If not totes cool xoxo -🦆

She’s A Spicy One, Isn’t She? (18+)

Dark Leonardo x reader x Dark Michelangelo

A/N: Awwww, thank you so much! It’s really nice to hear that you like my writing💚 I’ve been working on this one for a while now, as for some reason I just had a real hard time writing it. I continuously got writer's blocks while writing this, but tonight I felt like I finally managed to get somewhere. You said turtles as plural, so I gave the lucky wheel a spin, and it decided on a threesome with Dark Leo and Dark Mikey. My intention was to make the reader much more bratty, but for some reason it just didn’t go as I wanted to, so I’ve put a bigger emphasis on the reader being “spicy”, lol. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy anyway🖤💙🖤🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Feeling slightly forced in the start I guess, bondage?, oral - female receiving, turtle anatomy, doggy, light spanking, oral - male receiving, face fucking, threesome lol, creampie.

“So, what are we going to do with her?”, Dark Mikey asked, bowing down to get a closer look at your tied up form on the warehouse floor, the fabric over your mouth keeping you from spitting at him. “I can’t see what Darius would gain from keeping her around. Just letting her lay there. A waste if you ask me”.

“I’ve already told you this once. We don’t keep her around for Dunn”, Dark Leo grumbled, already feeling a growing urge to punch his youngest brother. “We have her, in order to trick the turtles. And if this plan is going to work, you better leave her the hell alone”.

“I just want to play with her a little bit”, Dark Mikey said, the constant smirk still large on his face, his fingers creeping towards the fabric over your mouth, slowly pulling down on it. “It’s a shame the turtles have such a pretty thing and we don’t. Who knows, maybe her mouth feels as good as it looks”.

The orangey yellow Kanabo clone pulled the fabric from your face, licking his lips with his long tongue as his fingers squeezed your cheeks together, taking a better look at your face. “Very pretty indeed. I’ve always wondered if- AUW!”

Dark Mikey yelped, letting go of your face, holding on to the hand that had been on you just moments ago, seeing the bite marks you had left on his skin. You expected him to get angry, but instead something triggered in his eyes. A sparkle of something you had never seen before in either the kanabo clones or the turtles themself, sending shivers throughout your body.

Dark Mikey laughed, looking directly at Dark Leo, his smile growing wider. “She’s a spicy one, isn’t she? Let’s see how spicy she is after I’m done with her- OOF!”

“No you don’t!”, Dark Leo yelled, janking Mikey away from you, shaking him as he spoke. “If we want the plan to work, we can’t hurt her”.

“Damn, you are no fun”, Mikey said, slowly getting out of Leo’s grip. “I get it! No playing with the pretty spicy girl. I get it! I get it!”

“Is that so?”, Leo asked, not seeming fully convinced. “Then go stay with the others! And don’t come in back here before I tell you to!”

“Jeez, okay! I’m going! I’m going!”, Mikey called out, before turning around, and making his way out of the warehouse, to whatever place their brothers were hiding at, leaving you and Leo alone. Here Leo was quick to turn to you. He stared at you for a moment with narrow eyes, before taking a hold of fabric and placing it in your mouth once again. Then, without a word, he turned and went the way Mikey had, making a show of turning off the light before he disappeared, leaving you alone on the floor of the warehouse. Bound, confused and angry in the dark, wondering when - if ever - you were going to see your friends again.

—

You weren’t sure how long you were left alone in the dark warehouse. But after what felt like an eternity, you had decided to get some sleep, letting your bound form rest against the floor beneath you. It was here in the dark of the warehouse, getting what sleep you could on the floor, that someone entered the room with you, stirring you from your light sleep.

Laying still and quiet on your floor, you listened for whoever was sneaking their was through the darkness, making their way towards you. You felt your heart beat hard in your chest, a pit growing in your stomach as it slowly dawned on you who it might be. And then, the voice you had predicted, came to you just as their face became visible in the dark, big orange eyes watching you like a pray.

“I’m not giving up on a good time so easily”, Mikey chuckled, crouching down before you with a devilish smile. “Especially not when you’re laying in here, looking so pretty… all alone”.

The knuckles of Mikey’s right hand came to meet your cheek, smoothing over your skin in a caring manner, all while his eyes roamed over your body, picturing what things he wanted to do to you. This sended shivers down your spine, in a manner much closer to excitement to fear. For a moment you wondered if your own body was betraying you, with a small tingle of a butterfly wing emerging inside your stomach. And with that came a light yet sweet scent, gracing Mikey’s nostrils ever so slightly. But the moment your sweet scent touched Mikey’s senses, his pupils seemed to grow bigger, with a pleased smile spreading over his lips.

“Oh, I’m definitely going to play with you”, Mikey chuckled, letting his hands grab a firm hold of your hips, sliding you over the floor and closer to him, a small yelp like scream trying to escape the fabric over your mouth. Mikey chuckled, focusing his attention on loosening the restraints around your legs, not noticing the other person entering the warehouse.

“What are you doing?”, Leo’s voice echoed loudly through the large room, causing Mikey to freeze in place, still staring down at you, your binds in his hands, just about to release them from your legs.

It didn’t take long before Leo saw what Mikey was doing, immediately catching on to what was going on. And from the scent the air carried to him, Leo was also made very aware of the fact that you were not unaffected.

Leo walked to you with calm steps, the sound of them echoing through the room. He was not worried about Mikey running or doing something stupid. He had been caught disobeying Leo’s command. There was no place for him to run. He had been caught red handed.

Once by you and Mikey, Leo couched down so that he could look at the two of you. Yet another shiver ran down your back, fueling your growing excitement.

Silence was thick between the kanabo brothers, until Leo finally broke the growing tension. “You want to play with her?”, he asked. Mikey looked from you to Leo, giving him a small nod, his hand unmoving from your restraints. Leo looked to you for a moment, letting his eyes glide over your body once, before returning his attention back towards his brother. “Then play”, Leo said, leaning in threateningly  towards his brother, watching Mikey’s expression turn from slight fear to confusion and surprise. “Prove that it’s worth risking the plan to play with her”.

Mikey’s look of surprise and confusion turned into a smirk, catching on to what his brother was saying.

“Oh, it’s definitely going to be worth it”, Mikey smirked, removing the binding from your legs. Leo gave him a small nod, before raising to stand, walking a few steps away, before taking a seat on the floor, giving him a full view of where you were laying.

Mikey’s long clawed fingers grabbed a hold of your ankle, pulling you towards him in a sharp jank. You expected yourself to scream, or make a sound of discomfort. But to your surprise, the sound that left you was a light and sudden moan, leaving you, Mikey and Leo in silence, your excitement growing stronger, your scent giving the kanabo clones no doubt.

“Oh, you like that?”, Mikey asked, his smile growing even bigger, before throwing his brother a look over his shoulder. “I told you she was a spicy one”.

“You did indeed”, Leo said, not taking his eyes off of you.

Mikey’s hands quickly moved from your ankles to your pants, where his claws began working to open them. However Mikey quickly grew frustrated, finding his claws unable to get a full grasp on your button and zipper. And so, Mikey was quick to use his claws, ripping the clothes of your lower body, before leaving it in shreds on the floor.

You found your breaths becoming heavy, with your excitement pooling in your underwear, as Mikey moved your legs apart, staring lustfully at the wet spot on the fabric, shielding your most intimate area from his view.

“Real spicy. And you are enjoying this? You’re only getting better and better”, Mikey growled, before hooking a claw onto the sides of your panties, before pulling them down your legs, throwing them to where the shreds of your pants were laying on the floor. Now with your slick folds on full display, a small rumble came from deep within Mikey. He was churring, in a way only a kanabo clone of a mutant turtle could do.

“Mmmh, spicy and juicy. I’m having a feast tonight”, Mikey smirked, before lowering himself down between your legs. Mikey did not hesitate before letting his long tongue drag through your wet folds, causing you to squirm under him, moaning against the fabric.

Mikey chuckled at your reaction, continuing his long licks over you, only parting from you for a moment, in order to smirk at you, still tasting you on his tongue. “I’m definitely going to enjoy this”.

Mikey went back down to continue the work of his tongue, focusing his efforts around your clit, licking and sucking at it to his heart's content, taking in every single sound and move you made under him. It was a joy to Mikey to watch you struggle against the bounds that kept your arms firmly to your sides, fighting to find something to hold onto, as Mikey’s tongue slowly started to rock your world.

Mikey hummed against you as his tongue went from your clit, making its way done to your entrance, before letting his long wet muscle slide into you. This caused your legs to become restless, forcing Mikey to grasp a firm hold on them, as his tongue started thrusting in and out of you at a brutal speed.

Moaning against the fabric over your mouth, you tossed and turned your head, before locking eyes with Leo, who still sat on the floor, watching you like a hawk. You could only imagine how this might look from his angle. Your cheeks pink with heat, your hair a mess, the fabric over your mouth wet with saliva, with your legs held firmly up over Mikey’s shoulders, as he ate you out like his life was depending on it.

The look in Leo’s eyes made the strong feeling in your stomach grow, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Mikey could smell it on you, placing a thumb over your bundle of nerves, rubbing it in circles.

You came with a strangled moan, your back arching as you cried out, with Mikey’s tongue continuing to fuck you through your high. The yellow kanabo between your legs was groaning at your taste, feeling his own need and urge growing stronger.

Parting from your flower, chuckling at your whimper when you felt the loss of contact, Mikey’s hands flew to his shorts, undoing them with quick hands, breathing like he was already out of breath.

“I’m not done playing with you yet, beautiful”, Mikey said, getting rid of his shorts, ignoring how his cloaca was begging him to let him drop. He wanted to drop into you. With both hands, Mikey grabbed hold of your hips, before turning you over, forcing your naked ass up in the air, and your face down against the floor. You moaned at the way Mikey manhandled you, already feeling yourself clench around empty air.

Mikey kneaded the flesh of your ass and hips as he pressed his cloaca against you, rubbing you up and down his front, before letting out a loud groan, as his long member slowly made its way out of Mikey’s confinements and directly into your tight walls. You moaned out loud at the feeling of Mikey filling you out, while the kanabo behind you groaned, getting adjusted to the way your walls hugged him.

“Fuck, you’re tight”, Mikey groaned, slowly pulling his thick member out of you, before slowly pushing back in, smiling when he heard your muffled moan in respons. “I’m going to fuck you so good and you know it”, he growled, slowly speeding up the movements of his hips, light claps of skin slapping together echoing with each push into you.

It was here, with your ass high in the air, getting fucked by the youngest of the kanabo turtles, with your cheek against the floor, eyes locking with the oldest kanabo turtle once more. This time Leo stood from where he had been sitting, before making his way over to you, paying Mikey no mind as he crouched down in front of your face, the hint of a smirk playing at the edges on his lips. Without saying a world, Leo pulled the soaked fabric from your mouth with one hand, letting your moans out in the open. With the same hand he put an index finger under your chin, letting the thumb rest on your lower lip, pulling your parted lip down ever so slightly. You took the opportunity to poke your tongue out, licking Leo’s large thumb, before taking it into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks, sparking something in Leo’s eyes.

“You really are a spicy one, aren’t you?”, Leo asked, watching with interest as your tongue and mouth worked around his thumb. You nodded with Leo’s thumb in your mouth, humming as Mikey started to push harder into you. “You want more don’t you?” You nodded again, but this wasn’t enough for Leo, who pulled his thumb from your mouth. “I need words, (Y/N)”, he said, making you clench around Mikey.

“Yes”, you whimpered. “I want more”.

“Thought so”, Leo said with a smirk, before loosening the bonds around your upper body, finally letting your arms free. You could now push your upper body up off the ground, looking back to take in the sight of Mikey as he continued to pound into you.

“Like what you see?”, he asked, before giving you right ass cheek a hard smack, causing you to yelp out loud. “Holy shit. Should have taken that off your mouth ages ago”, he groaned, slamming harder and faster into you, causing you to moan even louder.

“If you want to hear her moan, you’ll have to do that when I’m done”, Leo said, causing you to look back at him, finding him on his knees before you, his pants long gone with his large member standing big and proud before you. Your mouth almost started watering at the sight, with Leo not even having to tell you what he wanted. As soon as he presented his member before you, you took it into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks like you had done with his thumb.

Leo groaned at the feeling of your mouth around him, watching as you started to bob your head back and forth on his length, trying to sturdy yourself with one hand on the ground, the other holding onto the part of Leo’s member you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Using one hand Leo grabbed a hold of your head, holding it like a ponytail, before using it as leverage he slowly began to thrust in and out of your mouth.

You were truly a sight to behold. Not just for Leo but for Mikey as well, watching how you were able to take on two thick penises at once. You moaned around Leo’s member, each and every time Mikey’s tip made contact with that sensitive spot deep inside of you. Yet you took Leo as deep as you could, gagging around him, while backing up against Mikey with each of his thrusts, causing the two kanabos to groan out loud.

“Told you she was spicy”, Mikey groaned, somehow managing to increase his speed even further, turning you into a moaning mess, your mouths strangled by Leo’s member face fucking you.

Once again you felt that familiar feeling growing inside of you, and you knew it couldn’t be long before you would reach or second high. Mikey felt it too, from the way you clenched further around him, pushing him even closer to his own high. Right above your head you found Leo groaning as he continued to thrust into you mouth, finding himself getting closer and closer to his high, already aiming to unload himself into you.

After a few more thrust from both men, you finally found yourself pushed over the edge, cumming with a loud moan that not even Leo’s member could muffle. Each of them, feeling themselves in the edges thrusted wildly into you as a one last effort to reach their own highs.

Mikey was the first, his hips flattering against you as he unloaded himself into your pulsing walls, before slowly thrusting back and furth, carefully riding out the two of your highs.

Leo was the last one to cum, groaning lowly as he shot his loads into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it in front of him, before bobbing your head in order to milk the last bits from him.

“Holy shit”, Leo groaned, watching as you continued on him, letting go of your hair in order to rest his hand against your head, letting you continue at your own pace.

From behind you, Mikey slowly pulled out with a groan, watching as his white pearly load slowly dripped out of you, running down your legs to the floor.

“So?”, Mikey suddenly asked, drawing an annoyed look from Leo who just wanted to focus on you and your efforts on him. “Have I proven this is worth risking the plans for?”

[palskippah]

A-in Goldenloin: This is my beautiful wife, Atenea. And this is our kinda ugly son, Ambrosius ✨✨

Hi! Here's some ideas for the headcanons I've got about Ambrosius' parents!

Under the cut is written stuff and a couple more of drawings :]

-(Btw, A-in jokes about Ambrosius being ugly as hell as a baby, but he's just bald. The rest of him is very pretty in her opinion 😭)

-Atenea Goldenlight was obviously famous from being a Gloreth's Descendant. She's tall, a knight, has long blond hair that flows with wind that comes from nowhere, and also has a twin brother (Amadeus), who's not a knight but has equally nice, physics-defying hair and tallness and Gloreth-ness (they're the Goldenlight Twins).

>Btw sort of based their design on this concept art of Ambrosius from early Nimona development by sangjunart.

-A-in Moonloin was the daughter of someone important in business idk, and Atenea's father presented her to his son Amadeus in hopes of them clicking, and they just got along but A-in really liked his sister, so she started pursuing Atenea instead (Amadeus couldn't have cared less, since he wasn't interested in any romantic relationship to begin with and it's happy for both his sister and his new friend).

BRO LIKE THAT AUDIO OF this thingy, it's in Spanish and I don't know if it's available in English but it goes like this:

A-in: Do you like chicken? Amadeus: No. A-in: And curry? Amadeus: Neither. A-in: Then you won't like what I did. Amadeus: Chicken and curry? A-in: No, I banged your sister.

-Anyways when they marry and have to sign down their family name, both are like, hey, you know what would be really funny? And so they're the Goldenloins instead of the Moonlights.

>Alternatively, Gloreth's descendants' family names always start with Golden, nevermind if the other option was nicer, just to keep the majestic bit of their legacy (or because Gloreth's last name started with Golden-), but that's sadder and I don't like it, even if it makes more sense.

>Also if that were the case then Ambrosius would've liked to go against the family tradition and do Boldloin instead of Goldenheart with Ballister but Goldenheart is just prettier, and Ballister really wanted to share Ambrosius' last name too, and not for them both to just be Boldheart (bc it's cool to mesh together their names to make their family idk).

-The Goldenloins start gaining popularity, and Amadeus uses that as his chance to finally get out of the spotlight and goes:

>You're on your own now, sister (he's fed up of being part of the Goldenlight Twins thing).

-Neither woman had really been in an urge to have children, despite Atenea and her twin bro growing up with the 'Gloreth's legacy' stuff (meaning that they must continue it when they became adults). Atenea liked the life she led, and A-in enjoyed only worrying about work (bit of a workaholic) and her wifey (and family).

>But Atenea's father (Artemas) was insisting, since his daughter had already been married for years, that they gave them at least one descendant, since his son didn't seem to even have the intention of marrying or dating anyone that Artemas sent his way.

>And A-in's parents also were like, c'mon, when the kid? >:c and A-in was like, I'm just 27, you want me to have a teenage pregnancy? >:(

>Anyways, couple of years later they're convinced, and Atenea asks her bro if he's willing to be their sperm donor, and he's like YES WOO because he won't have to have any kids himself if his sister already gives their family a descendant.

>When he's told that A-in is pregnant he's very happy for them (but especially himself), very supportive and stuff.

-About names, since nearly every member in Atenea's family got a name starting with A, during a family dinner Amadeus says, wouldn't it be funny if you named your child with A too? since A-in got the A too.

>And then:

Atenea: We won't name them over such a silly thing, c'mon >:( A-in: Actually, I like the idea :) Atenea (folding immediately): Okay❤️yay❤️

>(Ambrosius' let's name our baby something with C so we're A, B and C, came from that bit of his family)

>And then they got the nicely meaningful name Ambrosia when they thought they were having a girl, then when the baby came out being a boy they were like, huh, Ambrosius it is then, I guess :/

-Ambrosius bald baby supremacy, also I like the idea of the dying his hair and all that that implies, of course, but also the idea of him just being born with the blond hair. In here it was more golden when he was a baby and started getting lighter with the years bc I fucked up and painted his hair too light already but I don't really want to change his color palette 😭

-Ambrosius often confused Atenea and Amadeus since they're twins, either was mama for a long time, until it finally settled in his brain that the shorter-haired mama was Uncle Amadeus.

>Amadeus cut his hair shorter just to say, short=Uncle and long=Mama, and then he ended up liking the hairstyle, so he kept it that way for a long time.

>Also they're fraternal twins but look nearly identical anyways shdjfhs for plot reasons

-Ambrosius is by no means over protected, by his parents at least, because the workers in their home definitely are overly careful with the baby, and then the toddler, and then the child, and so-on, because no one wants to find out what would happen if the youngest Gloreth Descendant got hurt.

>Both A-in and Atenea are overly chill about their son, knowing that the workers in their house do their best to take good care of him, but their parents are less forgiving and stuff, especially Artemas, with the whole Gloreth Descendant thing.

>Baby Ambrosius could be crawling and accidentally fall on his face, and both A-in and Atenea would burst out laughing, going, HAH the kid fell! while pointing at him (only if their baby is clearly not hurt), and since he sees that his mothers aren't getting scared nor worried, Ambrosius himself takes his falls with humor.

>But when he's with a servant, they'd definitely go D: and in turn scaring him and making him cry.

-Both A-in and Atenea are usually too busy, but they still try to make some time for Ambrosius or bring their work home so they can at least be near their baby. And sometimes they bring their baby to work because why not.

>Like there's Sir Goldenloin carrying in her arm a very small, blond and nearly bald baby, while talking with her team, or doing a photoshoot and there's Ambrosius somewhere being cooed at by the working team.

>Or there's Mrs. Goldenloin with a baby carrier on her and her baby's head resting on her chest as he sleeps, or shooshing people in the office when they're being too loud. Also, there's Ambrosius too being cooed at by her subordinates during lunch breaks.

-When Ambrosius' older, both of his moms get more responsibilities and have even less time, so now he doesn't get to see them much, until is night, and sometimes he's already asleep when they get home.

>But weekends are totally for him, so he's always looking forward to them.

>Then he enters the academy to be a knight and he sees them only on breaks and special occasions, and he misses them very much, especially because his classmates seem to not like him much, for whatever reason that he doesn't understand (Gloreth Descendant reasons), but then he gets closer to the new kid (Ballister) and since no one else seems to like Ballister either, they get along well.

>That thing is from a post I saw that explained it well but I cannot find it pipipi when I do, I'll link it here.

I've got a few more headcanons with Ambrosius being older and I want to make some drawings for it but I already lost interest in the matter for the time being sjdfkj so I'll leave it here!

(also wanna acknowledge the languages in the family and traditions and so many stuff but I've got no energy for that sdjfks like the tradition of korean babies choosing an object in front of them, like I imagine the Gloreth-side family hoping very very hard he crawls towards the tiny sword instead of the book or paint brush or the other stuff laid there djfkd I really gotta research how the tradition actually works bc I'm naming random objects sorry 😭) (In the other post I plan to make I'll talk about that pipipi)

Hopefully I'll make another post for the rest of headcanons, but that's it for now! :D

[starhvney]

Hello, Star! This is my first time requesting a fic from anyone! I absolutely adore your writing 💖 It's been especially lovely since my Aphmau Hyperfixation came back full force this year(as I'm sure it did for everyone else 😂) I'd like to place an order for Zane, Garroth, and Lawrence, please, from Mys😊 A tea, with cream, and cinnamon rolls on the side 🥰 I hope you have a wonderful night ✨

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟒: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: romantic tension, fluff, snowy storm

𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much, i’m honored to fulfill your first request!!! i hope you have a wonderful day/night, too!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓����𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄

The smack of snow against Zane’s chest interrupts the peaceful moment between the two of you, pulling a groan of annoyance to leave his lips. His face whips up at your scorningly, though not slightly intimidating to you.

“Hey!”

Your laughter erupts across the backyard as you watch Zane swipe away the snow from his coat, his nose wrinkling and eye narrowing at you. The reflection of the white snow against his face made his irises practically glow, both beautiful against his dark hair and almost startling when he’d glare at you.

“What the hell was that?” he huffs, pointing at you accusingly.

You calm yourself down enough to quiet giggles, clasping your hands together. “A snowball!”

“You’re lucky I actually enjoy your company. Or you’d be dead for that,” he warns, the “anger” in his voice lack of any real backing. “You’re lucky I even came out here while it was about to storm to build a snowman with you! I’m freezing!”

“Oh come on, Zane. I didn’t even throw it hard,” you rebuttal, holding your arms out. “You can get a free shot.”

He seems to consider it, before shaking his head, turning away. “Whatever…”

You snort, returning to continue building up the base of your snowman. You don’t get one roll in before a ball of snow smashes into your shoulder, knocking you over onto your side with a yelp. Boisterous laughter erupts, this time with you on the receiving end of the evil satisfaction.

“Ugh… that was dirty,” you groan, wiping off the snow that hit your face as more falls on your head from the sky.

Crunched footsteps approach you, a shadow covering your hunched form. He continues to snicker as he looks down at you, his already tall figure seeming like a looming giant.

“Oh come on, I didn’t even throw it that hard,” he says in a mocking tone, tilting his head with a raise of his brows.

“Yeah well I didn’t knock you over!” you argue, before relenting with a sigh. “Fine… lesson learned.”

He seems appeased enough with your mumbles, hands grasping onto your shoulders and lifting you back up to your feet. His hands brush the remaining snow from your hair and jacket, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good. Know to never challenge me, or I-“

“Oh shush.” Your hand lightly shoves his shoulder back. “Are we gonna make this snowman or what?”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

The power has been out for thirty minutes by now. Wind whistles against the side of the house, whipping the snow over the yard and covering the lights that lined the sidewalk. Seeing them fight to glow even as the white blanket covered them was mesmerizing, so much so that you hadn’t noticed Garroth leaving your side until he came back.

“Staying warm?” His voice carries across the living room, his footsteps padding over to your side.

You turn to look up at him, glancing over at the space heater that was trying its hardest to pump some hot air into the rapidly cooling house.

“Mhm,” you hum, despite how the chill was starting to get to you. Your fingers and toes felt like ice cubes.

Regardless of your answer, a thick blue sweater gets tossed onto your face, the familiar scent of his detergent surrounding you.

“Well… there’s a sweater so you can stay warm. I think the battery in that thing lasts long but I still don’t want you to be cold if it turns off,” he says sweetly, eyes darting away as he moves something else behind his back.

“Oh, thanks,” you murmur, eagerly taking hold of the thick material and pulling it over you. “Uh, what’s that?”

He offers you a straight-toothed smile. “You said you were bored. Soo-“ His hand reveals a portable bluetooth speaker. “I thought of something we can do.”

You raise your brow, a small chuckle leaving your lips. “Which would be…?”

He doesn’t respond at first, setting the speaker down on the window sill and pressing play. A romantic, festive song starts to play as he holds both hands out to you—bowing like a gentleman as he waits for you to take them.

“A dance?”

A disbelieved huff leaves your lips, though you can’t help the growing smile spreading across your face. A warm large hand lands on your waist when you’re on your feet, bringing you close to him as he guides you around the dim living room.

He begins to hum, not quite on tune with the music—exaggerating his voice as he dips you. It successfully gains him a sweet giggle from your lips; which he returns with a satisfied chuckle.

“You are so corny,” you lightheartedly tease as you’re scooped back up to your feet.

“Maybe. But you’re smiling,” he spins you, expression soft when he pulls you back in. “So my goal was achieved.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“I want to open a restaurant someday.”

The warm fire crackling next to the both of you reflects off Laurance’s face, the orange glow flickering across his handsome features as he looks off with a dream distant in his eyes. His hair was messy, not bothered to be styled as the snow storm billows against the windows, trapping you both inside.

“Restaurants are a lot of work, but I think you can do that. You’d be amazing,” you assure him, resting your arms on your knees as you shift on the floor. You two were so close to each other now, too close for any normal friendship.

He smiles softly at you, eyes shifting to yours again as he leans forward. “Oh, you think so? That I’m amazing?”

A flush rushes over your cheeks. “I said you would be. But you are amazing now, yeah…”

He looks smug, but doesn’t comment on your clear embarrassment, instead tilting his head. “Mm… and what do you want? In the future?”

You swallow, looking away from his intent gaze as you try to gather yourself. “A few different things. I guess one of them is to travel.”

“I’ll take you there.”

Your heart stutters in its already uneven pace. This man would be the end of you. He said that so assuredly, so full of confidence. He knew what he was doing every time he’d “accidentally” brush his hand over yours or stare at you like he was all yours to have.

“…What?”

“I’ll take you wherever you want to go. We can travel together someday.” He holds out his pinky finger, batting his eyelashes at you in expectation. “Promise?”

You resist the small urge to roll your eyes at his smug, flirtatious behavior. He’d never let up on it for as long as you’ve known him, and at the rate he’d been doubling down on it recently you doubt he would ever stop.

His pinky links with yours as you meet him in the middle, sealing the deal with the childish gesture. An excited grin threatens to burst on his lips, but before you could comment he twists your hand into his bringing it up to his mouth to softly breathe against them.

“Your hands are too cold,” he explains, raising an eyebrow at you when you only gape your mouth open in response.

“You know… there’s a few other things I want in the future, too…” he murmurs, pressing the palm of your hand against his cheek. “Wanna hear it?”

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[camels-pen]

moi et toi

this is for Sha for the Sanuso Secret Santa from twitter!! hope you enjoy!!

Summary:

Sanji turned, trying to meet Usopp’s eye. Trying, because all that he could focus on were the scars peeking through the bandages on Usopp’s neck. All he could focus on was how Usopp wasn’t just leaning all his weight on Sanji like usual. Wasn’t annoyingly digging his chin into Sanji’s shoulder to give his unnecessary and unhelpful opinions. How he was keeping his distance. “Wanna trade?” Sanji asked. “I do your wounds, you do mine?”

Sanji and Usopp redress each other's wounds.

Ao3 Link

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Itchy. Everything was itchy. 

Sanji shifted against the cobblestone, dragging his back and shoulder across the hard ground none too gently as he shifted to his other side. It was nice for a second, then back to being itchy.

The fluttering breeze brushed his burnt shirt and he pulled the collar higher up to cover his neck. Itchy and cold, great.

His eyes roamed around, searching past Skypieans and Shandorians alike. He skipped over Mosshead and Luffy snoring away, Nami curled up under a blanket, and—ah, Chopper passed out next to Robin. 

Chopper’s medical bag was set down right next to them.

Sanji sighed, relieved. He slowly pushed himself to sit up, arms shaking with the effort. A nagging voice in the back of his head said something about overdoing it with cooking earlier, but he ignored it.

Leaning on his arms, he paused to focus on his breathing—on the smell of skewers, of beer lingering in the air—and waiting for the pain to pass. Waited for his muscles to stop screaming bloody murder at him.

And it did, the screaming slowly faded and he wasted no time standing up. Then he waited for that screaming to fade too. This time with the echoes of drums and laughter in his ear.

His discomfort spurred him on, but thankfully walking was much easier. The worse part was rummaging through Chopper’s bag.

“I saw him put it in here,” he grumbled, crouched by Chopper’s side and half his forearm in the small medical bag.

Behind him, a voice asked, “Put what in there?”

Sanji jerked and kicked behind him. All in all it was pretty weak, but two hissed breaths still filled the air.

“What the hell, Sanji,” Usopp said, crouching and rubbing his shin. 

“Fuck you, don’t sneak up on me,” Sanji replied, moving to sit on his butt. Quick movement like that was not a good idea.

There was a few moments of quiet—a particularly loud snore cut through the air—relative quiet as Sanji continued his search.

“...So what are you looking for?” Usopp asked. Rough, singed curls tickled Sanji’s cheek as a long nose appeared in his peripheral.

“Burn salve.” Usopp’s hair wasn’t supposed to feel like that. Shouldn’t feel like that. “Why are you up?”

“Same as you.” 

Sanji turned, trying to meet Usopp’s eye. Trying, because all that he could focus on were the scars peeking through the bandages on Usopp’s neck. All he could focus on was how Usopp wasn’t just leaning all his weight on Sanji like usual. Wasn’t annoyingly digging his chin into Sanji’s shoulder to give his unnecessary and unhelpful opinions.

How he was keeping his distance.

“Wanna trade?” Sanji asked. “I do your wounds, you do mine?”

Usopp reached past Sanji to pull the jar of salve from a hidden inner pocket. “Deal,” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Lucky guess,” Sanji grumbled.

The two shifted into a fairly comfortable position. Slowly, of course—stretching overworked muscles demanded it—but they did it.

Usopp sat practically in Sanji’s lap, his shirt tossed over Chopper’s legs and armband on his knee. The staggering amount of unwound gauze was left at Sanji’s hip.

It was… It was a lot.

Sanji hadn’t seen the extent of Usopp’s injuries when they left to save Nami. After waking up, he’d noticed the newer bandages on Usopp, but hadn’t thought much of it. Now though, now he saw the full force that lightning bastard had done to him.

Thin, branching scars darker than Usopp’s skin ran down his back, getting more clustered together at his shoulder. It looked like it overlapped with another set of branches that fanned out from partway down his spine. 

The scars spanned most of his back.

The jar creaked in Sanji’s hand.

“Sanji?” Usopp asked.

“The lid was stuck,” he lied. Sanji popped open the jar and set it next to him, heaping a generous amount on two fingers. “It’s gonna be cold,” he warned.

“A little cold never bothers the Great Captain—UEGH,” Usopp yelped as Sanji swiped his fingers right down Usopp’s spine. “Sanji!”

“Keep it down, you wanna wake everyone up?” Sanji asked, smug. 

“I’m getting you back for that,” Usopp whispered. His hands rested loosely on Sanji’s legs. Usually, he’d resort to pinching whatever part of Sanji he could reach. 

Usually.

As Sanji gently spread the salve, it started to warm up under his touch and the feel of Usopp’s skin tingled under his fingertips. The rise and fall of his back with each breath was soothing, grounding.

Reminding.

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

Sanji startled at the sound of Usopp’s voice. He pulled back from where his fingers were digging into the centre of his scar. “What?”

“This,” Usopp pointed over his shoulder. “All of this. It was that fake god, not you.”

Sanji furrowed his brows. “Obviously. I don’t even have shitty lightning powers.” He swiped another glob of salve across Usopp’s back. “I just wish I had a chance to beat up that bastard myself.”

“Oh.”

Usopp fell quiet and Sanji focused on his task. Focused on covering every bit of scarring and the places in between. On covering every bit of skin in as much relief as he could.

Soon Usopp was turning around and Sanji was doing his front too. The scarring was less severe, stopping part way across his chest, but the small branch on his neck caught Sanji’s eye again.

Sanji had the sudden urge to lean forward, to follow the path of darker coloured scars with his lips. Whispering between soft kisses how he hated to see Usopp hurt. How he wanted to squirrel him away somewhere and hold him close to his chest while they healed. How he needed to be there for him, to cook for him, to do something—anything—for him. 

How he wanted Usopp to need him, too.

A stuttered snore brought Sanji out of his head and realized he’d been staring at Usopp’s neck with his hands idle. 

Yet Usopp hadn’t said a word.

Sanji lifted his gaze, finding Usopp’s focused on a little patch of weeds sprouting through the cracks by his shoe. Gears turned in Sanji’s head as he reached for the jar. 

“Do you think this is your fault?” he asked.

The skin under Sanji’s fingers grew tense. “I can’t shoot lightning either,” Usopp said. 

Sanji stayed quiet, giving time for Usopp to add anything else. He paused his ministrations, letting his finger rest in one spot. 

Eventually, Usopp shifted, reaching for the jar. Sanji put his free hand over Usopp’s, halting the movement. “I got it,” he said.

Usopp’s hand returned to Sanji’s leg and Sanji returned to rubbing salve. His fingers lingered above Usopp’s heart and neck, but not long. Soon Usopp was all wrapped up in new bandages and it was Sanji’s turn.

Where Sanji had expected the first touch to be cold, it was warm. Bare skin running along his own as Usopp trailed a finger across Sanji’s scars. He wondered if they looked anything like Usopp’s.

I wish they matched, he wanted to say as he stared at a Skypiean’s sleeping form. “You forgot something,” he mumbled instead, pushing the jar closer to Usopp’s knee. The scraping of ceramic across stone was about as awkward as he felt.

Usopp pulled his hand away, as if burnt. “I didn’t—I-I mean I just wanted to appreciate the art—fuck,” 

Despite his racing heart, Sanji kept his voice even as he said, “You think it’s art, huh—?” He flinched as he felt a glob of freezing salve on his neck. “Oh fuck you.”

“I said I’d get revenge,” Usopp said. “Now lean back so I can do this properly.”

Sanji moved back and warm, calloused fingers hesitantly made their way down his back. It was odd at first, having a single point of gentle pressure running down his skin. Chopper’s hooves were much different—not just in shape and more satisfying pressure, but speed too. It felt like Usopp was trying to follow the lines of Sanji’s scars like a painter going over their brushstrokes, like Usopp himself working on one of his drawings. 

Usopp was slower, too gentle, and he was definitely using too much salve.

But Sanji would be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

No inch of scar was left untouched and never had Sanji been so thankful for Usopp’s good eyes. He could just quietly accept the pleasant fingers leaving trails of warmth all over him. All while that unbearable itch is slowly but surely relieved.

There was a nudge at his shoulder and Sanji yawned as he turned around. Usopp smiled, fond.

“Falling asleep?” Usopp asked as he started that heavenly touch again.

“Impossible not to,” Sanji said, sagging forward. 

Sanji blinked and Usopp was at his bicep. He blinked again and he was at his forearm. Again, and he was rubbing circles into his palm. Sanji didn’t have any scars on his palm.

“You’re pretty strong, huh?” Usopp asked.

The words took a moment to register. “‘Course I am,” Sanji said around another yawn. “Gotta be with this crew.”

Usopp’s fingers slowed. “Yeah… we have to be strong enough.”

“You’re plenty strong. And your gadgets really came in handy,” Sanji said, turning his hand to hold Usopp’s own. “I would’ve been in deep shit without you coming back for me.”

“Deep shit?” Usopp scoffed. “You would’ve been dead, moron.”

“It would’ve been fine—”

“You wouldn’t have been fine.” Usopp used his free hand to put a glob of salve on Sanji’s chest, making Sanji hiss. “And I certainly wouldn’t be fine either—none of us would be! Because you’d be dead! Maybe you’d become a ghost and haunt us while we fuck up your recipes!”

Weakly, Sanji said, “I idiot-proof my recipes… mostly.”

Usopp stared at him flatly. “I watched you write down ‘a shitty geezer’s worth of star anise’ once.”

Sanji raised a brow. “Yeah? Everyone knows how much star anise a geezer uses in braised pork belly?”

“It’s like you don’t even hear yourself.” Usopp shook his head, spreading salve across Sanji’s collarbone. Despite that, there was a smile playing on the edge of his lips. 

With his fingers so close, Sanji could pick up the faint smell of gunpowder. It mingled with the last remnants of their feast and his eyelids drooped. It smelled like the galley, like home.

But Sanji could smell ozone, too.

He pressed his forehead to Usopp’s shoulder. “Hey,” he whispered.

Usopp didn’t push him away. Didn’t try to keep his distance. “Hey,” he whispered back.

Sanji just breathed for a few moments, enjoying the stronger smell of gunpowder. The feel of Usopp’s body heat—and his body beneath Sanji’s forehead. 

“We wouldn’t survive a day without you, y’know?” 

Usopp’s breath caught. “O-Of course not. The Great Captain Usopp is a boon wherever he goes,” he mumbled. “But I need to do more. I hardly did any fighting this time around.”

Sanji’s brows furrowed. “You of all people should know it’s not all about brawn.”

“Trust me, sailing with you, Zoro, and Luffy makes it very clear—” Usopp yelped as Sanji dug a finger into his side. 

“Don’t lump me in with Mosshead.”

“You brought it up!” 

“Whatever. More importantly, we love your big stupid brain.” We love you. Sanji yawned a third time, digging his head further into Usopp’s shoulder. The guy had no reason to be this comfy. 

“It can’t be big and stupid.”

“That’s what I thought before I met you.” Sanji laughed as Usopp pinched his cheek. “I’m mostly kidding.” 

Usopp pinched his cheek harder. “You’re awful at pep talks.”

Sanji swatted Usopp’s hand away. “Doesn’t matter, point is if you get big stupid muscles too you’ll put Zoro out of business. Have a little sympathy for the poor bastard.” 

Usopp laughed once, loud and surprised, before quickly covering his mouth. Muffled, endearing little sounds slipped through his hands, making Sanji’s heart flutter and a smile grow on his lips. 

Once his laughter died down, Usopp said between giggles, “I suppose I can do that, for—for poor Zoro’s sake.”

“So the Great Captain can be benevolent too. Will the wonders never cease?” Sanji said, pushing down the urge to kiss the smile right off Usopp’s lips.

“Oh he’s had a long standing tradition of benevolence!” Usopp said as he shifted to start working on Sanji’s other arm. “Did I ever tell you when I gave a winter island a lake’s worth of hot chocolate?”

As the painter returned to his canvas, Sanji let his eyes fall shut. He shook his head and replied, “Tell me about it.”

“Well, they didn’t like me at first,” Usopp started, tracing scars with bare fingers and resting his head atop Sanji’s. Practically whispering the story into his hair. “They were up in arms lining the shore—but not with guns, no, with giant icicles in odd swirly shapes—”

With a quiet, familiar voice at his ear and the smell of home in his nose, Sanji started drifting away in Usopp’s arms. The night was still cool, but the pleasant warmth trailing down his muscles and filling up his heart lulled him deeper and deeper. In his last moment of consciousness, he felt a soft pressure above his brow and a murmured word of thanks in his ear. 

[potatoplace]

Okay so my brain isn't working for full on writing right now

But I still want to yap about my stories sooooo

The next chapter of the afterthought is gonna have some angsty times in the beginning and middle, but towards the end it's going to be sooo sunny and happy and cuuuute with the love interest 🤭 I'm so excited for you guys to see the lil dates and surprises I have planned for it

My future Nesta x reader fic?? Fluffy as hell. Maybe some gentle smut if I feel like it. But mainly just the two of them bonding and being all lovey and not caring about what anyone else says

You can have iiiiit omg it's been so long since I've updated it I'm so sorry 😭 and like I'm still so excited for the plot so idk why I can't just get onto the next chapter which would have more of reader meeting Feysand and being all breathless in their presence and them showing up at her bakery eeevery morning without fail and reader having her first heat in Velaris and a while later the proposition from Rhys and Feyre for reader to be their surrogaaaaate ahhhh but really they just want to love heeeeerrrr ahhhhh

I can do it with a broken heart (continuation of the 1 series) is gonna be sad but sweeeet with reader and Nova adjusting to their new life in the day court, reader starting physical and mental therapy after all that's happened to her, planning for Elain's wedding and- dun dun- meeting Eris! Who's planning a coup against Beron! Always love to see that. And just some sweet bonding time between all of the sisters, reader making a ton of baby clothes for Feyre and keeping herself busy whenever she's not having a bad pain day

Omega needs chapter... something? I think 10? The rest of Feyre's time in the Spring Court, I don't remember much of what I had planned but it was angstyyyy until Rhys came to pick her up. Poor Feyre 😓

Omg omg BACKROOMS FEYSAND yes pleaaaase ughhh them stalking you for the first couple of days after you fell through into the backrooms, both to keep track of you and make sure you stay safe as you're slowly lured to their home. You're all weak by the time they finally approach, and by accepting the food and drink they give you you're bound to them and the backrooms. Kinda dubcon-y but they'd be very devoted to their new little wifey

Ahhh I've had this idea forever based on Chelsea Cutler's 'If I Didn't Have You' which would be Az x reader ABO. Reader is an omega who's been hurt by nearly every alpha she's come into contact to, so much that she leaves her house as little as possible. Like. Weeks between outings or however long her food supplies last for. And she's a writer! Writes a lot of the romance novels that Nesta enjoys. On one of her rare shopping trips she bumps into Az and bolts, leaving her groceries behind in her panic. But whaaaat somehow her groceries end up at her front door, a little shadow holding a note. And after a couple more of these little run ins with Az he manages to ease her worries and earn her affections aahhhh and at one point takes her to meet all of his family- a terrifying prospect for her. But they're all nice, Nesta reaaaally wants to be friends since she loves her books. Lots of fluffy cuteness with a sprinkling of angst

Yeaaaah I've got wayyy too many things bouncing around in my brain lol feel free to ask me questions cause I looove to yap

[byanyan]

...staring at my drafts and realizing i should perhaps consider pausing on answering ask prompts to start getting caught back up on those instead bc the number is back in the 40s & i just found a starter i completely forgot about bc it got lost on the second page :x

[quirkle2]

[takes barely a week and a half break from art after a 5 week project] if i don't draw right fucking now ill explode this whole earth

[angstandhappiness]

Interesting

Please pray for Bruce, because I remember Batman Universe, where Bruce got an unstable White Lantern ring that basically trapped him inside it but still gave him Lantern powers and Dick Grayson's immediate response was, "Hey, do I get one?" AND NOW HE HAS A SECOND CHILD WHO SAYS SHIT LIKE, "Your false hand is smoking and it's super strong, I bet it can do other cool stuff, I WANT ONE." CRYING, BRUCE'S KIDS ARE PURE CHAOS, HELP HIM.

[littlelamy]

a/n: the beginning is loosely based of S4 with rafe and sofia! I’m kinda obsessed with rafe being needy behind close doors 🥵I hope you guys enjoy!

you couldn’t stop replaying his words over and over again in your head. each syllable hit harder, cutting deeper than the last. always running her mouth? what. just a hookup, id never date a pogue.

you stood there, behind the slightly ajar door, heart pounding so loudly you were sure it could be heard. but rafe didn’t notice—he was too busy tearing you down with topper, speaking like you were nothing more than a nuisance in his life. he’d never know how those words would haunt you, how the trust you had in him shattered like glass.

your eyes burned with unshed tears, the sharp sting of betrayal settling into the pit of your stomach. but there was something else bubbling just beneath the surface—rage. not the hot, fiery kind that comes and goes. no, this was colder, more calculated. the type that stews, planning its revenge.

your fingers itched to grab your things and leave, but not without making sure he understood who held the power in this relationship. you weren’t going to walk away defeated, not when you could leave him begging for mercy.

so, instead of running, you turned, heart hardening with each step as you walked back into the room, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled out a suitcase from under the bed.

if he thought he could treat you like this, he was about to learn how wrong he was. you weren’t some weak girl who would let this slide. no, rafe was about to see a side of you he never had before.

the door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, you could hear his confused muttering. "yo, topper, i’ll catch you later."

rafe’s voice rang through the hallway, much closer now, but still carrying the same arrogant tone. you ignored him, hands moving swiftly as you tossed your clothes into the bag, each item thrown more aggressively than the last.

when rafe finally stepped into the room, his eyes immediately fell on you, and panic flickered in his expression. "what the hell are you doing?"

his voice wavered as he took in the scene—your half-packed bag, the angry flush on your cheeks, the tight set of your jaw.

"what does it look like?" you shot back, barely sparing him a glance as you continued packing.

he hesitated, taking a step closer to you, but the sight of your seething rage stopped him in his tracks. "hey, let’s just—let’s talk about this, okay?"

you laughed bitterly, slamming the suitcase shut before finally turning to face him. "oh, now you want to talk?" you snapped, the sharp edge in your voice slicing through the air between you. "funny, because earlier, it seemed like you had plenty to say."

his face paled as realization dawned on him. you watched as his lips parted, searching for words but finding none. for the first time in a long time, rafe cameron was speechless, guilt flooding his features.

"i didn’t—" he started, but you cut him off.

"save it," you hissed, stepping closer to him now, your eyes blazing. "i heard everything, rafe. every. single. word."

rafe’s breath hitched as the full weight of your words crashed down on him. his eyes widened in panic, and he took another shaky step toward you, reaching out as if to touch you, to ground himself in this spiraling nightmare. "i didn’t mean it, baby. i swear, i wasn’t thinking—i was just venting—"

"venting?" you scoffed, stepping back from his touch. "do i look like someone you just 'vent' about, rafe? am i just some girl you get to shit on when i’m not around?" your voice cracked slightly, the hurt bubbling beneath your fury slipping through the cracks.

rafe’s hands trembled as he dropped them to his sides, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he shook his head. "no, no—please, you know i didn’t mean any of that. i was just—" his voice broke, and you watched as his composure started to crumble, tears pooling in his eyes. "i was just talking, okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it. you have to believe me."

but you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. your eyes darkened as you stepped even closer to him, your voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper. "if you’re really sorry, rafe, you’re going to have to prove it."

a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes, and he nodded eagerly, desperate to fix what he’d broken. "anything," he breathed, his voice shaky. "i’ll do anything."

you stared him down, watching as he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with nervous anticipation. there was no trace of the cocky, confident rafe now. instead, he was a trembling mess, willing to do whatever it took to keep you from walking out that door.

you grabbed your phone from the dresser, starting the recording and letting the soft beep fill the silence. rafe’s eyes widened as he watched you, confusion and curiosity mixing with the fear in his gaze.

"get on your knees," you ordered, your voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

rafe blinked, momentarily stunned by the command, but the second your eyes met his, cold and unwavering, he obeyed. he dropped to his knees before you, looking up with wide, tear-filled eyes. the vulnerability radiating off him was palpable, his breath shaky as he knelt before you, completely at your mercy.

"you don’t get to speak," you warned, holding the phone steady as you circled him slowly, capturing his wide eyes, his trembling hands. "you only get to listen and do what i say."

he nodded quickly, his throat tight with emotion as he blinked away the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

you positioned yourself on the bed, spreading your legs slightly, and gestured for him to come closer. "you know what to do," you said, your tone soft but commanding.

without a moment’s hesitation, rafe shuffled forward on his knees, his eyes glued to your thighs as he leaned in, his lips pressing soft, tentative kisses along your skin. his breath was hot and shaky, the desperation in every touch making your pulse quicken.

"good boy," you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, guiding his mouth exactly where you wanted it. "now, show me how sorry you are."

rafe wasted no time, his tongue flicking against you with a desperation that sent shivers down your spine. his hands gripped your thighs, holding on for dear life as he worked to prove himself, his movements frantic, eager to please.

your head tipped back slightly as a soft sigh escaped your lips, but you quickly regained control, focusing on the phone’s camera in your hand. you adjusted the angle, making sure you captured every second of rafe’s unraveling—his lips swollen and red from the effort, his face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead.

"look at you," you cooed softly, your free hand caressing his cheek. "you’re such a mess for me, aren’t you?"

rafe whimpered in response, the vibrations from his soft sobs sending waves of pleasure through you. his eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his face harder against you, the tears finally spilling over and streaming down his cheeks.

you could feel the shift in him—the way his body trembled beneath your touch, the way his breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps. he was breaking, right in front of you, and the sight sent a surge of power through your veins.

"don’t stop," you whispered, your fingers tugging on his hair as his pace quickened, his tongue working furiously. "not until i say so."

rafe let out a choked sob, his tears soaking into your skin as he continued, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate. you glanced down at him, the sight of his tear-streaked face and swollen lips sending a rush of heat through you.

"you’re mine," you whispered, your voice dripping with possession as you tilted his face up slightly, capturing the tear that rolled down his cheek with your thumb. "and you’ll never forget it."

rafe’s body shuddered at your words, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he clung to you, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. another tear slipped down his face, and you leaned down, your lips brushing against his cheek, kissing the tear away.

you recorded it all, making sure you caught the exact moment rafe broke for you, his body trembling beneath your touch as he whimpered your name.

"please," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "i’m yours. i’ll never leave you. i love you. please…don’t leave me."

his words were slurred, thick with emotion, and you smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

"good boy," you whispered, pressing one last kiss to his temple as his body finally collapsed against you, completely spent and vulnerable.

slowly, you stopped recording. rafe barely noticed, his head resting against your thigh, still trying to steady his breathing. his tear-streaked face was a picture of surrender.

you stood up, gently pushing him off you, and his body slumped against the mattress, too weak to even protest. you didn’t say a word as you picked up your phone, your fingers tapping with practiced precision.

rafe watched through bleary eyes, his chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths, the reality of the situation not quite sinking in yet.

the video—the raw, intimate recording of rafe at his most vulnerable—was right there, in your hand. the smirk playing at your lips deepened as you attached it to a group chat, the names of topper, kelce, and several other friends flashing across the screen. rafe’s inner circle, the same ones he was so eager to talk big around. they’d all see this.

and then, for the final touch. your fingers hovered over the keyboard for just a moment before typing: looks like the pogue got your boy.

the message was delivered, the little ‘sent’ confirmation making your heart race with satisfaction. the power was now entirely in your hands, and you relished the silence that followed, the calm before the inevitable storm.

rafe blinked, finally realizing what had happened as he noticed the shift in your demeanor. “w-what did you do?” his voice was small, trembling with fear as his eyes darted from your phone to your face, dread sinking in fast.

you leaned down, brushing a lock of hair out of his face with surprising gentleness, and a sweet peck on his lips. “just reminding you who really holds the power here, rafe,” you whispered softly, your voice laced with a wicked edge. “you thought you could talk shit about me behind my back? guess again.”

rafe’s eyes widened as he tried to sit up, his body weak and uncoordinated. “no, no, no—what did you send? please, baby, please!” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.

you straightened up, staring down at him, your smile never faltering. “i sent a little reminder to all your friends. they’ll see it soon enough.”

he scrambled to reach for his phone, but it was too late. his friends were already watching the video, seeing him like they’d never seen him before—broken, crying, at your feet, worshiping you. and with that message—looks like the pogue got your boy—they’d know he wasn’t the powerful rafe cameron anymore. not with you around.

rafe’s breath hitched, panic surging through his veins as his phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table. “no,” he whimpered, tears spilling over again, pure terror flashing in his eyes as he looked up at you, utterly helpless, still with a needy gaze.

you bent down one last time, tilting his chin up so he could meet your gaze, your thumb gently brushing against his swollen lips. “next time you even think about talking behind my back,” you whispered, “remember this moment. because there’s more where that came from.”

with that, you walked away, leaving rafe alone in the room, his phone lighting up with messages from his friends, the weight of his humiliation crushing him.

you didn’t even glance back as the door clicked shut behind you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

you owned him now. completely.

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[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy's shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

...

Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[alastor-simp]

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

[rafesbabyg1rl]

Private Session

Part Two

Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He asks for a private session in which he'll pay a large amount for her time. Rafe takes her home and uses her however he pleases.

Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe

Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe does coke), Rafe's an ass, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, bondage, language, slight degradation, slight praise, oral (both m and f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!

Word Count: 5.9k

Author Note: Hey babes! I got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. UGH I need him so bad. But anyways, this fic is NOT fully proofread for errors, and I was a little fried while writing this and it's literally almost 3 am right now, but I wanted to get this posted. If you see any errors please feel free to correct me kindly! Thanks!

I promise I will work on The Watcher; I just got a bit stuck. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy! I love you all and stay freaky!

Credits: GIF from this post

You don’t hate your job, but it’s definitely not the most respected profession out there. You can’t really hate the one thing that makes you money, pretty damn good money too. What can you say, you’re good at your job. You do however hate the assholes who come in nearly every night just to get on your nerves, well more like asshole. 

Rafe Cameron loves to come in and watch you. He’ll stare for hours, just admiring you. Sometimes he’s with a few other guys from figure eight, but usually comes in alone. Honestly it’s when he comes in alone that he’s really bad. Since he can direct all his focus on you shamelessly. Rafe’s especially awnry when Barry, your boss, comes to hang out with him. Your boss is normally quite fair when it comes to his dancers; always making sure they’re not being mistreated by customers. But Rafe? Rafe has a free pass to do whatever the hell he wants to whoever. And unluckily for you, you seem to be the only one of Barry’s girls that he’s interested in. He never does so much as look at any of the other dancers when you’re around, he only cares about you. You thought it was flattering at first, but now it’s just weird.

When you see him come in tonight you sigh, still keeping up your performance on stage. God, it’s definitely going to be a long night. You’ve already had enough crap for the day, now for Rafe Cameron to waltz into the club when you’re only halfway through your shift, this is just great. God must really have it out for you.

Rafe hadn’t known you were working tonight, so he’s pleasantly surprised when he sees you on your stage as he walks to the back room to find Barry. Once he disappears into the back room with Barry, you forget about him and continue on with your routine per usual. 

A while later, you see Rafe finally emerging from the back room, making his way back through the crowd of horny, drunk men and topless women. You see him shove a small bag into his pocket as he walks into view. His demeanor is different now; even cockier than before, if that’s possible. And his eyes are bloodshot, pupils extremely dilated. 

Just keep walking. You think to yourself as you collect bills from your stage floor. Just keep walking.

But of course, Rafe stops near the front end of your stage, taking a seat. He gets comfortable, slouching back in his chair, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed over his chest as he stares up at you.

You try not to let your annoyance show as you continue dancing. Rafe watches you silently; occasionally tossing $1’s and $5’s onto the stage; only sticking to the small bills for now. Not because he’s cheap, but because he likes to take his time; build it up over time. He only throws a few at a time, so he can watch you bend over and pick up the cash however many times he wants.

You lean down to pick up the newest bills he just tossed down for you. You look at him, flashing him a flirty smile as you do with all paying customers. He shoves his wallet back into his jeans and looks up, making eye contact with you. He flashes a smirk that’s almost…charming? But, you know better than to fall for that. No matter how pretty he is, you know better.

A bit later, you take a short break from the pole to make your rounds around the club and see if you have any customers interested in your services. You hate it when it’s busy. Well, stripper you loves it when it’s busy because it means more money. But you, you hate the loud crowds of drunken perverts and frat boys; you felt so exposed. Which, you should because you’re hardly wearing anything. But, you just feel too vulnerable. You liked the calmer nights when the crowd was smaller; you feel more in control that way. And fuck is it packed tonight. You can barely move through the people, and you can hardly hear anything besides the loud music and obnoxious cat calls. This is why you don’t usually work on saturday nights; you’re just doing one of the other girls a favor and covering her shift. 

Accidentally, you bump your shoulder into somebody while on your way back to the stage. You don’t think anything of it and just keep walking until you feel a hand on your wrist. Immediately you turn back, pulling your wrist away. You’re not surprised to find that it was Rafe you had bumped into you. 

“Hey, y’think I can get a private show?” He asks, his emotions unclear as he steps closer so he can hear you. 

“Sorry sir, no rooms are available.” You say with a sensual laugh and a bright smile, no matter how badly you want to just roll your eyes and walk away. But you can’t. You must remain professional. Rafe bites his lip, taking yet another step closer. He leans in to whisper into your ear. 

“That’s not what I mean.” He keeps his mouth next to your ear.” You can hear his breathing as you think of a response. 

“Can’t, sorry. I don’t do that, I’m not a fucking hooker.” You bite back, beginning to walk away again.

But Rafe quickly retorts, “doesn’t matter, both mean you’re just a fucking slut. Fuckin’ whore.” He spits. He tries to grab your wrist again and fails, grabbing your hand instead. He lets out a jagged breath, tugging you closer. “Come on. I’ll give you one thousand for two hours.” You’re shocked at his generosity, but like you said, you’re not a hooker. You don’t sell that part of you. Especially not to this asshole. 

You don’t get the chance to respond before Barry is walking over to the two of you. “There a problem?” You sigh a breath of relief when Rafe drops your hand. But when you look at Barry, you realize he’s not asking you.

“Yeah, this fuckin’ bitch don’t know how to listen.” Rafe gestures to you.

Barry nods, taking in Rafe’s words. He steps over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and leading you a few steps away to talk to you. “What's he want?” Your boss asks, trying to gauge the situation. It doesn’t help that he’s also been doing some lines in the back room.

“He wants to take me home. I told him I’m not a hooker.” You explain, hoping he’ll side with you.

“Well maybe for tonight you are. You know why that is, sweetheart?”

You look down as you speak. “‘Cause we listen to what Mr. Cameron says.” You recite his rule. 

“One night, just go with him. I bet he’ll pay big.” Barry pleads, not really giving you much option. 

You argue, “Yeah, and you’re just gonna take 50%.” 

“How ‘bout this. You listenin’?” You nod, looking up at him as he speaks. “You do this, you get to keep 75%.”

You think for a moment before responding. “Seventy-five percent of all my earnings.” You demand, causing Barry to chuckle. 

Barry knows you’re stubborn, and he knows he can’t legally force you to go with Rafe. So hesitantly, he gives in and accepts your deal. “Fine, fine ‘aight, seventy-five percent of everything you make.” 

You reach out to shake his hand. He holds onto it for a moment longer than is necessary, looking into your eyes, smiling a grimy smile; his gold tooth shining as the low club lighting hits it just right. “Now go get to fuckin’”, he laughs, letting go of your hand. You roll your eyes and as you turn your back to him he gives you a slight nudge back towards Rafe’s direction. 

Re-approaching Rafe, you compose yourself. “One thousand for one hour.” You negotiate, your expression making it clear that you won’t be taking no for an answer. You know he has the money, and he’s clearly willing to spend it on you.

Rafe takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, attempting to contain his amused smile. “That wasn’t the deal.” He takes a step towards you. Your demanding expression doesn’t falter as you continue to stare at him silently. He huffs out a chuckle, nodding his head and licking his bottom lip. “Okay, fine. One thousand for one hour of your time. But, anything that goes over an hour is free. And trust me, you’re gonna be begging for more.” 

“Right, sure I will.” You say sarcastically.

Rafe ignores your words. “So do we have a deal?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Deal.”

Rafe wastes no time in taking your hand, leading you to the back room. You pass by the private rooms, seeing that one had opened up. You stop walking, making Rafe look back at you with a confused expression, waiting for your reason.

“There’s a room open…” You speak, looking over at the open door.

“I already told you, not here. That’s not what I’m paying for.” Rafe turns, pulling you behind him. He leads you into the back room, waiting for you to get your stuff from your locker. You slip some clothes over your lingerie, not wanting to go outside nearly naked. After grabbing your bag, you follow Rafe out the back door and to his truck. 

His demeanor seems to be more neutral now, rather than being plain mean. Nervously on the drive over to figure eight, you spew out words. “I don’t usually do this.” You say, looking over at Rafe. Rafe doesn’t bother looking at you, he just stares straight out at the road in front of him. You can tell he doesn’t believe you. “Really. I never go home with random guys like this. I never even have se–”. You cut yourself off, already having spilt too much. You curse yourself. 

When you’re working, you can keep a strong, dominant attitude and be more confident because it’s all just a part of your character. You can be anyone on stage, you don’t have to be yourself. But as soon as you’re outside of the club, you’re just an anxious fucking mess. Which probably has to do with why you hardly have a sex life. 

Rafe looks over to you, occasionally glancing back out at the road. His expression almost makes it seem like he’s actually listening to you; like he cares. You shake that thought out of your head and try to remind yourself that he doesn’t care about what you’re saying, he’s just paying you for sex. 

“Wait, so you’re saying that you’re a stripper and a virgin?” He asks, his eyes narrow with confusion, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You laugh. “No! I never said I was a virgin.” You explain.

Rafe smiles when he hears you laugh, not being able to keep his eyes off of your beautiful smile. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you laugh before. A real laugh, not the fake, flirty ones you flash to the guys at the club while working. It’s one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard.

“So, what then?” He genuinely asks. You’re shocked with the amount of effort he seems to be putting into this conversation, you never took him for much of a talker. 

“I don’t know…I just don’t get many chances I guess.” You say honestly, unsure why you’re sharing this with him of all people. You hate him.

“Bullshit.” Adds Rafe. “You’re a stripper.”

“Okay yeah, I’m a stripper, but that’s ‘cause I need the money. I don’t go home with the guys from the club, well…usually.” You pause for a moment. “...that’s just my job. Outside of the club I get to be myself…and I don’t know, it’s just different.”

“You’re afraid people won’t like who you really are?” His words take you by surprise, making your words get stuck in your throat.

You eventually manage to choke out a response. “Yeah, I…I guess so.” Rafe just nods. Not wanting to admit it, but he gets what you mean. You both sit in a comfortable silence the rest of the way to his place.

Arriving at Tanneyhill, Rafe parks the truck in his driveway and he quickly hops out, rounding the front of the truck and opening your door, allowing you to step out. He leads you up to the front door, grabbing his keys from his pocket and unlocking it, following you inside before shutting the door behind you two. 

You take a few steps down the hall, observing the room around you. Now that you’re seeing his home, you wish you tried to get even more money out of him. “C’mon”, he mumbles from behind you. Rafe grabs your duffel bag from you and walks in front of you, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He sets the bag on a small couch in his room, turning around to look at you. He looks you up and down, admiring your body. His skin crawls with anticipation of what’s to come. He’s finally gonna get to do all the things he’s been dying to do to you since the first time he saw you at the club.

Rafe moves to sit on the bed, patting his lap without saying another word. You know what he wants. Slowly you make your way over to him, straddling his lap so that you’re facing him; your knees on the bed on either side of his legs. For a brief moment, you both stare at each other, getting momentarily lost in one another’s eyes. 

Carefully he places his hand on your face, cupping your jaw. His movements are slow and calculated as he leans in, enveloping your lips with his own. The kiss is slow and tender, everything you weren’t expecting. 

You pull back just enough to look over at the clock on his nightstand, noting the time in your head. You breathlessly mutter to him, “your hour starts now.” You can see him staring at your lips and without warning he leans in, kissing you. This time, he’s not being so gentle. 

Things escalate quickly; clearly he doesn’t want to waste any time with you. Rafe stands up, holding you while not breaking the kiss, he turns the two of you around and lays you on your back, crawling over you. His lips leave yours as he starts to kiss and suck at your neck, eventually finding your ear. Rafe takes your ear between his teeth, gently nipping at it. The feeling of his teeth grazing your skin sends a chill throughout your body. 

He gently whispers, “I’m gonna do what I want, but you just tell me if it’s too much, alright? Let me know if you want me to stop.” He presses a soft kiss to your ear as you nod.

“Mhm.” You mumble, acknowledging his words.

“No.” He shakes his head, “Say it.”

You oblige, looking at him as you speak. “I’ll tell you to stop if I need to.”

Rafe smirks. “Good girl.” He wastes no time before his lips come crashing onto yours again; somehow even more passionately than the last. 

A soft moan escapes your lips, only making him get even rougher. He kisses you sloppily, his tongue making sure to explore every bit of your mouth. He hovers over you, one hand pressing into the mattress beside your head, holding himself up. And with his free hand, he begins to slide off your shirt. 

You try to help him get you out of your shirt by maneuvering yourself around as best you can underneath him. Once your shirt is off, very little is left to the imagination in your work top, which is just a very lacy piece of lingerie. His hand then works at the button on your shorts, once he’s got that undone he starts tugging them off of you, tossing it to his floor. Once you’re in your little work ‘outfit’, he takes a moment to admire you up close. 

He’s seen you in skimpy little things like this before, he needs to see the rest of you; all of you. He starts to try and get you out of your lingerie, but there’s too many straps and clips, he can’t get you out of it quick enough. He starts to get frustrated, pausing your kiss as he leans back trying to get a good look at what he’s working with. Rafe’s impatience gets to him and he mumbles a quick “fuck this” just before ripping the thin fabric right off of you. 

You let out an involuntary gasp, causing him to look at your face which has an annoyed expression. This was one of your new outfits for work and he just ruined it. 

He leans in and presses a soft, wet kiss to your slightly parted lips. “Calm down, I’ll pay for it.” You don’t get a change to respond before he’s pulling the damaged fabric off of you, tossing it onto the floor as well. “Fuuckk, baby.” He mutters, running his free hand down your bare skin, tracing the shape of you as he admires your bare body. “Oh my god,” he whispers, almost inaudibly. “So fucking beautiful.” His mouth finds your chest, immediately latching onto one of your nipples; he sucks at it until he eventually pulls off to give attention to your other breast. His eyes are trained up on you, watching as your head tilts back in pleasure. 

Rafe pulls his mouth off with a pop! He stands up from the bed, walking over to his dresser. He opens up the top drawer, taking something out and coming back to you. You see a bundle of rope in his hands, your eyes widen in surprise. You hadn’t expected to be into all that. He really had this planned out. Your excitement builds; the wetness between your legs growing. Rafe sees the thoughts going on in your head.

He tries to reassure you, “relax, it’s fine, m’gonna take real good care of you baby.” He instructs you to scoot up towards the headboard of his bed. Quickly and skillfully, he ties your wrists to the bed, making sure it’s not tight enough to cause pain and not loose enough for you to slip out. You’re not sure how you feel about being tied up and against your will, it definitely leaves you very vulnerable; very out of control. However, for some reason you feel like you can almost trust him. Because so far, since leaving the club, he’s been very tentative and reassuring, even gentle at times. Which is not at all what you had expected from Rafe Cameron. 

Soon, his mouth is on you, his tongue lapping up your arousal. You struggle against your restraints, feeling like you need to grip onto something. Your hips try to run from him, only causing him to grab ahold of your thighs, keeping you in place. 

“F-fuuck…” You whine.

Rafe mumbles against your cunt and you can feel the vibrations in your core. As his tongue fucks you ruthlessly, you find it hard to keep quiet, a sea of moans escaping from your lips.

“Feel good, hm? You like that?” You pout at the loss of his mouth on you, causing him to chuckle before resuming his actions. His tongue circles your clit, only stopping to suck on it. The heat is building in your lower stomach, almost getting unbearable.

“Ohhh…shitshitshitshitshit” You almost scream. “Fuck! Oh fuck Rafe. Please, please don’t…don’t stop.” Rafe pulls back, “told you you’d be begging.” Your hips buck up, chasing after his mouth, missing the feeling of his tongue. But ultimately, Rafe obeys, his mouth continuing its ministations on you. He adds a finger to the mix, slowly tracing up and down your entrance as he sucks at your clit. He slides his long digit inside of you without warning, thrusting it in and out, curling it up to hit the spongy spot deep inside you. “Fuck,” You cry. “I…fuck. G-gonna cum, Rafe!” Your wrists tug against the rope; hurting just a bit, making you whimper in pain. Though you’re distracted by the feeling of your orgasm creeping in. 

Rafe hears your cry and he can tell it’s different from your other moans. His head snaps up from between your legs, making you miss his warm, wet mouth on you. He continues his earlier actions, adding a second finger in you, trying to stretch you out as much as he can; to prepare you for him. Your legs wrap around his head as the barrier in your stomach finally breaks, letting your excruciatingly good orgasm wash over you.

He slowly works you down from your high, pulling his fingers out from you, making you squeeze around nothing, your body hating the absence of him. His tongue continues to lap up all your juices. Then he begins to kiss his way back up your body. When he meets your lips, he kisses you tenderly again, letting you taste yourself on his lips. While kissing you, his hands work on freeing your wrists. He sees the red marks they had left, feeling proud yet also feeling a bit bad for causing you pain. “You did so good…” He praises.

You tug his shirt up over his head and run your hands down his toned chest, still attempting to catch your breath from earlier. Then you work at his belt, tossing it aside and pulling off his pants, also tossing them aside. Now that he’s left in just his boxers, you sit up. You get Rafe to lay down where you had been. Using the same rope to tie his wrists to the bed; though you’re not too confident in your knot-tying abilities and you’re unsure if it’ll be able to contain him. 

“W-what are you doing?” He asks almost nervously. Rafe hadn’t been expecting for you to take charge of him, usually that doesn’t happen to him. He pulls against his restraints a bit, quickly finding out the pain that comes with. 

“Shh…relax, it’s fine.” You recite to him. He smirks, recognizing his own words.

“Fuckin’ brat.” He spits, trying to seem upset, although he really just thinks it’s the hottest fucking thing ever. 

You travel down his body, straddling his legs as you start to slowly pull his boxers off of him. Rafe’s hard cock springs out, shooting up into the air. You gasp at the sight. You can see why he’s always so cocky now, it’s because he’s got the means to back it up. 

Your hands find him, gently stroking his cock. Rafe’s head tips back, his eyes shutting in pleasure for a moment. Quickly, he’s watching you again, not wanting to miss the sight of this. Slowly, you put your mouth onto him. Rafe tries to remain in control by bucking his hips up off the bed, shoving his cock deep down your throat, making you gag in response. You pull off of him for a moment and he chuckles. Knowing he has a limited time with you, you don’t wait too long before sinking your mouth back down on him. As your confidence builds, so does your pace. 

“Shiiitt baby, feels so fucking good.” He groans. Already, you can feel his dick twitching in your mouth, causing him to whine. Big, tough Rafe Cameron whining underneath you, completely at your mercy. He doesn’t seem so threatening now that you’ve seen him like this. “W-wait, wait baby, wait.” He manages, his words just spilling out. He struggles against his restraints some more before continuing. “Not yet; I don’t wanna cum yet.” You understand, pulling your mouth off of him. You move to undo his restraints, his mouth finding your tits as you lean over him to untie the rope. 

The second he’s free, you’re already somehow on your back with him on top of you. Rafe leans over you and you press open-mouthed, wet kisses all across his chest as he does so. He grabs something from his nightstand and when he pulls back you can see the small, shiny wrapper in his hand. Smart, a condom. You hadn’t even thought of that, but it was probably a good idea.

You place your hands over his, taking the condom from him. As fast as you can, you open it and reach down between you two, rolling it onto his cock until it reaches the base. He leans back down on top of you, kissing your neck and jaw. He whispers, “can I?”

You respond jokingly, “that’s what you’re paying for, isn’t it?” Rafe just stares at you, his expression showing his annoyance and frustration with you. Before he asks you to ‘say it’, you add to your previous statement. “Yes, Rafe. Fuck me.”

Rafe doesn’t need any further permission as he lines himself up with your cunt. He wishes he could feel your wetness on his skin, but he knew wearing a condom was the smart thing. Slowly, he presses in. Only entering you about two inches, letting you adjust to him before adding a few more inches. Slowly; inch by inch, Rafe enters you, eventually bottoming out. Rafe stays still for a couple moments until you give him a small nod. He moves his hips slowly, rocking in and out of you at a comfortable pace. Your hands wrap around him, hooking underneath his biceps. Your palms grip onto his back, your nails only slightly digging into his skin. His pace begins to pick up, getting loud moans and whines to come from you. 

“Mmmnn…nnhhgghh f-fuuckk, Rafe!” You cry out, a tear rolling down your cheek. 

The sight of your tear only turns him on more, in a dark and twisted way. He uses his thumb to wipe away your warm, salty tear off of your cheek. 

Despite his gentle touch, Rafe is now drilling into you without regard for your poor cunt. Shamelessly fucking you with a condom on. He looks at the sticky, white mess leaking from your perfect cunt; creating a slick film that coats his entire cock. He reaches out to grab you by your hair, forcing your neck down so that you’re looking at where you and him connect, “See that? That’s all you baby.” 

When you’re greeted with the sight of his entire length buried deep inside of you, your eyes begin to roll back as your next orgasm approaches. Rafe clicks his tongue at you, pulling entirely out of you. After a few moments without him inside of you, you immediately start to pout. A whine escapes your lips, “Rafe…”, your hips buck up, as if trying to draw his attention back to your needy cunt. 

A small, cocky grin spreads across his face at the sight. His grip tightens in your hair as he begins to tug, directing your gaze right where he wants it, on him. “You gotta fuckin’ see this, baby.” Rafe says proudly, looking back down at your messy pussy. Quickly, he thrusts back into you with force and you watch as your cunt swallows him whole. “See that? See what you do for me?” Rafe speaks in a tone that sounds as though he’s praising you, but he knows that your body has no other option than to take him. “See how fuckin’ well you take me? This pussy was fuckin’ made for my cock.” 

Rafe groans, pre-cum now leaking into the condom as his pace becomes sporadic. Still going through the aftershocks of your most recent orgasm, your cunt continues to squeeze tightly around him.

“Holy f-fuck.” Rafe stutters, his fingers moving to your clit, rubbing it in circles. His movements are getting sloppy, arithmetic as he tries to draw another orgasm from you before he finishes. “God fucking damn.” Rafe’s head tips back, you lean up to kiss his neck, occasionally nipping at it, your moans being muffled by him.  

Your third orgasm approaches, your entire body trembling as you shriek. “Rafe! Fuck, fuck, I-fuck!” Your screams become muted when he kisses you, shutting you up. Rafe’s own orgasm starts to creep in, his thrusts getting harder for a moment before he stills inside of you. You can feel his cock twitch, followed by the feeling of his hot cum as it fills the condom. He slowly moves, easing you both back down from your highs. Eventually, he pulls out of you, rolling off to the side and laying on his back beside you. 

You work on catching your breath as you turn your head to look over at the time; you have about fifteen minutes left with him. You don’t know what he has in store for you now, he’s already succeeded in making you cum three times within forty-five minutes. While he takes a moment to rest, you decide to get on top of him. You pull off his condom, tying the end of it in a knot. Without giving him any kind of warning, you put your mouth back on him, sucking his warm, sticky seed off of his dick. One of his large hands shoots up to hold the back of your head, pushing your mouth all the way down on him. You can feel his semi-hard cock already growing harder again. 

“S-shit, babe.” He groans, pulling you up, bringing your face to his and meeting you with another kiss, as if to thank you. 

You stand up, your legs shaky. You half walk, half stumble into the adjoining bathroom, tossing the condom in the trash. You make your way back to the bed, laying next to him. You turn your head to look at him. “What else can I do for you? Time’s almost up.” You ask softly. 

Rafe huffs, pissed off that you had to remind him that this isn’t real, he’s paying for this, for you. Without a word, he flips over on top of you, his hand wrapping around your throat. There’s something different about him now. His eyes; they carry a bit of darkness, his movements now rough and aggressive. He squeezes your neck lightly, making you gasp in surprise. “Rafe…”

“Shhh…you’re gonna take what I give you.” He squeezes tighter, making it harder for you to breathe, but not impossible. He leans down, kissing all over your neck and chest, leaving bites and bruises in his wake. You let out a small whine involuntarily; you can feel his touch throughout your whole body, like a jolt of electricity. “Shut up, whore.” 

Suddenly, Rafe’s thrusting into you again. But wait, he’s not wearing a condom. In your surprise, this way feels so much better. You can feel the warmth and smoothness of his cock as it easily slides in and out of you, making the most lewd noises. You try to speak, but his hand tightens around your throat one final time, actually making it impossible for you to breathe. He stares into your eyes, watching as your face turns red and your panic sets in. You put your hands on his arm, hitting and tugging on it. Just as your vision starts to go dark, he eases his grip. You gasp for air, taking in as much as you can while he continues his attack on your pussy. 

You’re about to see stars again for the fourth time tonight when he suddenly pulls out of you. You whine at the loss of him, frustrated that he denied you of your orgasm. Rafe rolls off of you, making your brows furrow in confusion. “What the fuck?” You question.

He looks over to the clock on his nightstand and you follow his gaze. “Time’s up.” He says plainly. You knew what he was doing. This sneaky motherfucker. He purposely got you to your climax right as the hour ended so you’d prove him right and beg for more; beg to let you cum one more time. As much as you wanted to prove him wrong and just leave, you need this, you need to feel him fill you up.

Before he can protest, you straddle his lap, sinking yourself down onto his cock. Immediately he groans, taking hold of your hips. He holds you still, not letting you move yet. “Knew you’d want more.” He says, now guiding you to grind on his dick, this new position lets him hit a new depth inside you. “M’not paying for this now.”

You don’t respond, instead using your energy to bounce up and down his length. Your climax is already near, your entire body shaking and spent from the past three orgasms he gave you. Rafe helps you out, his strong hand gripping onto you as he holds you up, drilling up into your cunt at a god-like pace. How is someone this talented, this fucking perfect, paying for sex? Surely he could get any girl he wants. Although you’re not complaining, four orgasms and a thousand dollars? How could it get any better than that? 

You yell out as the band in your stomach snaps, the pressure being relieved as a stream of your liquids squirt out of you, splashing onto his stomach, dripping down to his sheets underneath you both. You’re just as shocked as he is when this happens. You didn’t even know you could do that.

“Fuck,” Rafe growls, continuing to fuck up into your shaking body. Rafe doesn’t warn you before shooting his load into you. But the warmth and fulfillment of his seed feels too fucking good to be mad about. Slowly, you pull yourself off of him. He has to help lift you off of his cock since your body is completely spent. “You’re fucking amazing.” He presses a long, soft kiss to your head. 

After helping you clean up a bit, you change into your own clothes. Rafe drives you back to the club, the ride awfully quiet, both of you being too exhausted to talk. When you get there, he pulls his wallet out, grabbing out a large wad of cash and handing it to you. You quickly count it, and then recount it, when your results don’t change, you look up at him with furrowed brows. “That’s for being so fucking good.” Rafe had given you two thousand instead of one. This boosts your confidence a bit, an hour of sex with you is worth two thousand dollars? God, you should’ve fucked Rafe sooner. You get out of his truck and walk towards the club. Rafe speeds off out of the parking lot. 

It’s late, but Barry’s still here, though the crowd has definitely shrunken in the last hour. You walk in and find Barry in the back room. He laughs as he takes in your disheveled appearance; your hair and makeup are disastrous. 

“Looks like someone had a good time, huh? Now where’s my money?” He asks. You pull out the cash, counting 500 and tossing it to him. 

“There. That’s seventy-five percent of what I made.” You start to walk out. But his voice calls you back.

“Shit, you made two thousand in one hour just for fuckin’ him? You got some magic fuckin’ pussy or sum?” He laughs. “I might have to start sellin’ you out more, don’t I?”

Too tired to argue, you walk out. You don’t want to admit it, but you wouldn’t hate having to do that again with Rafe, whether it’s paid or unpaid.

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