#Anons welcome

[sweetnommnm818]

Just wanted to say you are cute as hell your posts and even more so your tags on them are great, that not even including the fact that you are absolutely gorgeous love your eyes. Keep being you it’s fantastic. I apologize for the like spam lol

never apologize for spam liking!! it makes my heart bust a nut that you like my nonsense and my face!🫂💗 thank youuu kind stranger :3

[littlelovelunette]

Oh, I’d really love if you don’t delete your account, I can understand needing a break, I don’t know how this works with tumblr but maybe you can sign out and just leave instead of deleting ?

Another writer I really liked recently deactivated their account and it’s honestly just such a shame all those works got deleted, I think if you need a break or to leave there’s maybe work arounds? Just a thought, don’t feel pressured to keep posting if it’s negatively affecting you though.

Why is Lunette eager to delete the account and not just log out?

TW: stalking, sexual assault, grooming mentioned,

Nah the thing is, the reason I don't want to keep the account is because people are forcing me to reveal my age range and stuff, and I don't know how I feel about that. I've mentioned several times before that I am old enough to write smut and the typical meaning for that is that I'm not a minor; but people don't seem to get the hint.

The reason I'm hiding the actual number is because I have a stalker who knows my pseudonym 'Lunette' and knows me irl and I don't want to give him the ability to find me on social media ever again. So please stop asking me that, I'm scared and paranoid almost all the damn time and the country I live in is not safe. I'm only so lucky that there are so many Lunettes on social media, I didn't want this to be an ageless blog but I did hint several times I am not a minor. Please, stop pressuring me.

The person I'm hiding from has assaulted me when I was a teenager, I didn't wish for this to be public matter of discussion but you guys are spamming my inbox for me to reveal my age, don't you understand that by crunching the number and the name, he can easily pinpoint that it is indeed me?

If that's not bad enough, my family is very strict, conservative and homophobic, I cannot afford to get kicked out in a country like this. So, please, please, for the love of God, don't compel me to delete this account for my own cyber safety.

I AM NOT A MINOR. That is all you need to know. Any further accusation will be seen through and blocked.

[rafesbabyg1rl]

Private session part2 is needed!! We all know Barry can be a dick head and he actually considers adding the having sex with a stripper option to customers when y/n finds out about this she obviously mad and saying no but when rafe finds outs about this he’s obviously mad and goes to Barry pissed saying wtf is this he obviously dose not want y/n to have sex with anyone else but him

Private Session - part two

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

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. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous, insisting that you must not sleep with anyone else.

Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe

Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe and Barry do cocaine), bondage (reader is tied up), p in v, unprotected sex, language, SLIGHT degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!

Word Count: 4.8k

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. This fic is NOT proofread, it's almost FIVE AM and I have school tomorrow, well, today I guess...UGH. I just got this request and had to write this!! Also thank you all for the support on part one?!?!?! That's INSANE, I love you guys! I wanted to get this out asap for y'all. Sorry if it's actually shit, I'm so tired and also high. 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

Some time has passed since your ‘private session’ with Rafe. The first time you’d come back to work after your session with Rafe, Barry had talked to you at the beginning of your shift. Apparently, after seeing how much Rafe paid you for just one hour alone with him, Barry was inspired. He had told you that the club will now be providing a new “service” to well-paying customers. Customers now have the option to have sex with the dancers for the right price. Barry knew better than to sell his girls out for cheap, so the cost is rather high. And there’s typically only two types of men that have both the means and the money for it: the rich, old sugar daddies who probably can’t even get it up on their own and the rich, horny assholes of the island, take Rafe for example. 

When Barry had told you this, you were pissed. This was not in your job description; you’re a stripper not a hooker. You wanted to yell at him and quit. The issue is that when you got this job, you had signed a contract with Barry stating that you’d have to work there for at least a year or else you’d have to pay a fee. Knowing Barry, it’s a ridiculously large fee, ensuring that no one quit before their year was up. And it’s likely that the contract he made you sign isn’t even legal. But you're not going to try and find out, knowing that even if it’s not, that doesn’t matter to Barry. He’ll make you pay. And you don’t have that kind of money, that’s why you’re in this position in the first place.

Over the next few weeks, you’ve noticed that Rafe hasn’t been coming in as much. Not while you’re working at least. The few times he has come in, he hasn’t been alone, always coming in with a few other kooks and barely paying any attention to you. Which is definitely not normal for Rafe. You just assume that since he’s had you now, he’s lost his interest. You expected that you’d be relieved when he finally stopped watching you like prey, but now you’re not exactly sure what you feel. Does he not find you attractive anymore? Did he just lose interest after finally getting what it is that he had craved for so long? God, was it just you; did he see who you really are and run in the opposite direction? You knew that whole experience with him was too good to be true.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the door to the back room open. Quickly, you grab one of the dresses hanging in your locker and slip it over you; it’s what Barry told you to wear over your lingerie when you do at-home sessions with clients. You turn, watching as your boss and none other than Rafe Cameron stumble in through the door. Rafe goes quiet, his expression going dead as he lays eyes on you. 

“Lookin’ good”, Barry whistles. “Where you headed, princess?” He asks as he turns away from you, sitting on a chair. Barry leans back in his seat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie full of white powder. You’ve always ignored his side business, always pretending you don’t see any of it. Which is what you do right now. Trying your hardest to ignore the fact he’s preparing a line on the small, glass coffee table, you finish up what you’re doing and close your locker a bit harshly.

“I have a client waiting.” You snap. You walk closer to where Barry is sitting and turn your back to him. “Tie me?” You ask, holding your hair up and waiting for him to tie the complex strings of your backless dress. Though he’s currently busy doing a line of cocaine. Without hesitation, Rafe steps closer, his fingers moving to tie your dress. You don’t have to see him to know he’s the one tying your dress. Your skin just immediately remembers his touch, causing chills to run down your spine at the flashbacks of that night. Rafe notices your slight shiver and smirks as he tries to figure out how the straps of your dress go. His hands linger on the skin of your lower back for longer than they need to and your breath hitches each time his skin comes into contact with your own.

When he’s done, he sits on the couch across from Barry, facing you. You turn back to them, not bothering to thank him. To be honest, you’re a bit pissed at him for starting this whole sex with customers thing. You know he didn’t intend to, but he’s the one who gave Barry the idea. 

Barry speaks up again as he wipes the excess powder from his nose. “When will you be back, I need you out on the floor.��� 

I can’t do fucking everything, you think. Although your words come out much more politely. “It’s an at-home appointment so probably an hour.” You’ve had this client before, he typically finishes pretty quick. 

You hear Rafe’s loud breathing as he snorts a line which grabs your attention, making you briefly turn your head to look at him. You watch as he leans back, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as his high takes over. Rafe slouches in his seat, spreading his legs wide, making you quickly look away. Of course he notices how you’re reacting to him, he always notices everything about you. He crosses his arm and lets out a small sigh. 

Rafe’s tone is sharp as he cuts in. “At-home?” He questions, still trying to act as though he doesn’t care about the conversation you and Barry were having. 

Barry’s eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight before turning to look at Rafe. “We now offer a new service: you can fuck any of ‘em bitches now.” You make a face at Barry’s words, not liking how he described you and the other girls. Usually he’d never say that in the presence of one of his “bitches”, but Rafe and Barry always brought out the worst in each other; their behavior much worse when they’re together. 

“Wait, what?!” He asks, sitting up a bit before calming himself down. He leans back against the couch, trying to seem all nonchalant. “So, they’re hookers?” He questions more calmly as he looks over to you. You recall having to tell him you weren’t a hooker the last time you saw him. You scowl, hating that he’s trying to prove you wrong and rub it in. 

“Hookers, bitches, call ‘em whatever you want. I should thank you for giving me the idea. I mean, do you have any idea how much money this is making me.” Barry boasts. “And miss pretty princess over here is our top money maker.” Barry gestures to you as you stand there, waiting for your chance to leave. “She brings in the most customers. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” You nod. Everytime Barry gets high, he doesn’t fucking shut up. Rafe just nods his head dryly, leaning down to snort another line of the white substance from the table. 

You take this as your queue to leave and you walk out through the door and back into the main part of the club. You walk through the crowd and search for your client. Leaving Rafe with a few moments to think in silence before Barry starts yapping about all the guys you’ve been fucking. Rafe is fucking furious with this new addition to the club. He had never intended for Barry to take inspiration from his actions, he just needed you. And now anyone else who wants you, can have you. How is it that you could say that you don’t go home with guys often, and turn around and go fuck a bunch of guys for a living right after? Was he just another client to you? Rafe can’t take it anymore and decides to take action. He shoots up from his seat on the couch and storms after you. 

As you’re walking, you feel a hand grip your arm and spin you around. You’re almost chest to chest with Rafe as he speaks down to you. “Where the hell are you going?”

“I have a client.” You explain, again. 

“The fuck you mean ‘a client’?” 

“You’re not the only one who’s willing to pay just to fuck me, Rafe.” You say coldly. 

He chuckles, responding sarcastically as he stares down at you with his wide, dilated eyes. “Thought you never went home with random guys?”

“I didn’t. Until you gave Barry the idea of selling me out to strangers for a quick buck.”

Rafe sighs, his grip on your arm loosening. “That’s not what I wanted. I mean c’mon, you think I want other guys fucking you?”

The implication in his words shock you, but you try not to read too much into it. Before you get the chance to respond he lets go of your arm, letting out a deep breath and shaking his head. Without question, he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, flipping it open and looking up at you. “How much is he gonna pay?” You stare at him blankly, confused in what he’s doing. He huffs out a long breath shutting his eyes for a second before bringing one hand up to snap in your face, grabbing your attention. “The guy, your…” his hand waves around in the air, gesturing outwards as he momentarily stutters. “...Client, or whatever. How much was he going to pay you?” He speaks more slowly this time, as if you’re stupid or something. 

“Depends.” You answer. The client you’re supposed to be meeting right now didn’t have an exact time planned, but you know how much he typically has the stamina for. 

He purses his lips, shifting on his feet. “Ballpark.” He demands. His gaze darted between your eyes, constantly shifting to look at both. 

Still confused, you hesitantly respond to his question, stuttering as you speak. “$800.” Immediately, he starts to count the money in his wallet, taking out the eight-hundred and then some. Rafe hands the cash out to you, but you don’t take it right away so he tucks it into the low cut neckline of your dress.

“There, now I take priority.” He takes hold of your arm again and drags you through the club and out into the parking lot. He walks you up to his truck, which you can now recognize. Rafe pulls the passenger door open for you and walks around to his side, climbing in and starting the engine. You know to get in, shutting the door behind you and buckling your seatbelt before looking over at him. Your stomach tightens as his eyes undress you. Rafe finally turns his head away, reaching over his shoulder to grab his seatbelt. Suddenly, it’s like the image registered in his brain and he whipped his head back to you, glaring at your thighs.

You noticed him staring at you, looking down into your lap. The super short dress you were wearing has ridden up, revealing the few hickeys that are spread over your inner thighs. His eyes find the others on your neck as well and he knows he wasn’t the one to leave them. You try to keep your customers from leaving hickeys and other marks in your body, but it’s like the more you tell them not to, the more they want to. It makes Rafe almost sick to his stomach when he thinks about kissing you with those marks; marks left on your skin from other men. He can’t stand it. Suddenly his mind is filled with images of you fucking other guys, he tries to shake out the thoughts but he can’t; they’re eating away at him. The two lines of cocaine from earlier not helping the situation, it only serves to intensify his anger. 

As he drives he looks over at you. He starts to rant, his voice booming inside the small tuck cabin. “Bet they can’t make you cum four fuckin’ times in an hour, can they?”  You only slightly jump when he startles you with the increasing volume of his voice. “They can’t fuckin’ touch you like I can, huh?” He glances at the road shortly, then he turns his head back to you. “Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?” He waits for a response.

You catch the hint. “Mhm…yeah.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

When you get to Tanneyhill, Rafe comes to an abrupt stop in his driveway. He wastes no time before getting out of the truck and rounding the front of it to get to your side. Rafe pulls the passenger seat door open, grabbing ahold of your arm again. He tugs you inside, shutting the door behind you two. 

As soon as you hear the door shut, his lips are finding yours and attacking them. In the moment, he decides that his bedroom upstairs is too far and he takes you into the kitchen. He continues to kiss you, walking you backwards until your lower hips bump into the counter; in which he grabs your waist and lifts you up to sit on the counter. One of his hands finds its way underneath your dress and between your legs. In quick movements, he tugs your lacy thong down and off of your body. Once they hit the floor, he’s pulling your legs apart; forcing them to spread wide so that you’re exposed and accessible to him. Your pussy grows wet in anticipation of what he’s going to do to you; which is something that none of the other men have been able to make you feel.

Rafe brushes a light hand over your cunt, groaning into your mouth as he discovers how wet you are for him. Not some random guy at the club, but him. He continues to kiss you, swallowing the small moans that try and escape your lips. His hands move to his belt, working on getting it off. Once it’s off, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them; only breaking the kiss once. The next thing to go in his boxers; he slides them down and lets them pool at his ankles.

With absolutely no warning or further preparation, Rafe slams into you. You choke out a moan, tilting your head back. Rafe starts to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear just so that your cunt can squeeze around him even tighter as he jackhammers into you. “Fuuck…so tight.” He groans. “Did anyone else fuck you like this, hm? Did anyone else’s cock stretch you out like this?” He growls into your ear. His hand snakes around to the back of your head, gathering all your hair and tugging your head back so that you were looking at him. “That was a fucking question. Fucking answer.” He demands.

“I…”, you cry out as his cock repeatedly hits the extra sensitive spot deep inside you. A spot that nobody else can reach like how he does. “N-no…just you.” 

“Just me, what?” He continues, enjoying your struggle to form words as he fucks you at this pace.

“Just you can fuck me like this.” You admit. You’re not even saying it because he wants you to, but because you can honestly say that nobody’s ever fucked you like how he’s fucked you. 

“Good girl.” He praises. He runs a hand through your hair and slows his speed to a very slow, careful pace, admiring your features as your face contorts with pleasure. After about a minute, his hand finds your clit, his fingers rubbing harsh circles as his thrusts speed up to an unbearable pace again. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you down so that you’re laying with your back flat on the counter. 

The cold counter adds to the intense feeling. He pauses for a moment to pull your shiny, little dress up past your hips to keep it out of the way. When he continues, he’s drilling into you faster than before, giving you the last bit of his anger through his thrusts. Your back begins to arch off the counter, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. And just as you’re about to see stars, Rafe pulls out of you and steps back, pulling his boxers back up from his ankles.

An involuntary whine escapes your lips when his touch leaves you and you sit up on your elbows, trying to figure out why he stopped. Except he doesn’t say anything, he just lifts you up, carrying you upstairs and into his bedroom. 

When you get into his room, he sets you down just before the bed. “Shit, I almost forgot.” He mumbles. You furrow your brows and follow his gaze to his bed. On his bed sits a small gift box. You look back at him to find him staring at you. “Open it.” The demands, his tone almost displaying a small trace of excitement. 

You look back at the box, taking a few steps closer to the bed. You reach out to flip over the small tag on the box, it reads: ‘To: my favorite hooker’. Your breath hitches. He’s so frustrating with his persistence of using that word, ‘hooker’, when he knows you aren’t one. Well, you didn’t used to be one. But you have to admit, this seems almost…sweet, in a way. Sweet for Rafe anyhow. You fight back your smile as you reach both hands out, carefully lifting the lid off of the box, setting it on the bed. Inside the box lay some very beautiful, intricate lingerie; it’s clearly very expensive, judging on the fact that you can’t even pronounce the brand name. 

Rafe explains, “For what I ripped last time. I told you I’d replace it.”

“You did.” You say, getting lost in his eyes for perhaps a moment too long.

“Take it out.” He instructs and you obey, taking the delicate lingerie out of the gift box. Underneath the set, you find another gift. A vibrating wand as well as some thick ribbon. The vibrator you understand, the ribbon…not so much. You hold some of it up, turning to face him as if asking ‘what’s this for?’. Rafe understands what you’re asking and he responds vaguely. “You’ll see.” Clearly he enjoys keeping you on your toes, and you hate it. 

After changing into your new lingerie, you exit his bathroom and walk towards his bed. Quickly he has you laying on your back. He takes some ribbon from the box and straddles your waist leaning over you as he ties each of your wrists to a separate bed post. He then did the same with your feet. Now you’re all tied up for him, spread out on the bed and vulnerable. 

He leans down, hovering over you. He starts to kiss all over your body, his lips finding any open spot of skin on you. He pauses his kisses for a moment, leaning back up enough to look at you. He tells you, “Don’t wear this at the club.” Rafe leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your chest. “This is for me, yeah?” He mumbles, giving you yet another kiss. “My eyes only.” you nod in response, you agree. This is way too expensive to be wearing to the club.

“Yes, yes, only you.” You desperately plead. 

Rafe chuckles and starts to kiss down your body, He makes a momentary stop at your chest, mouthing over one of your nipples through the thin fabric, his fingers rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His actions elicit a loud moan to escape your lips as your body tenses up, struggling against the restraints. You now understand the ribbon. Last time, he had used rope to tie you up and it would painfully dig into your skin. But the ribbon was soft, not causing pain to be inflicted upon you as your body reacts to his actions. His mouth leaves your breast, moving to the other side, ensuring that it wasn’t left out. His hand also switches to pinch at your other nipple.

His mouth starts to travel down your body again as his hand reaches behind him on the bed to grab something. He mouths over your clothed cunt, making you whine and shiver underneath him; still sensitive from when he had teased you earlier on the kitchen counter. 

You hear a vibrating sound, but before your brain could register what it is, he’s using the new vibrator he bought for you, on you. He presses it firmly against your clit through the fabric of your panties. Your arms tug at the restraints in response, your legs trying, and failing to close. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and weak. Lying here helpless as he assaults your small bundle of nerves. 

Rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He pushes the vibrator directly on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body at the sensation. “F-fuck!” You cry, your abdominal muscles contracting as your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. Rafe leans in, using his tongue to lap up the juices that drip from your slick entrance as he keeps the vibrator steady on your most sensitive part. “Rafe!” You scream his name out as you cum, finally seeing the stars you were denied earlier, the build-up making it that much more intense. 

He pulls the vibrator away, only using his tongue to work you down from your high. When your body starts to relax more, he stops and moves back up your body. He sets the vibrator aside and kisses at your neck, leaving new marks of his own; darker and larger than the others. 

You’re still in shock at Rafe’s decision to use a toy on you. You definitely weren’t mad about it, that’s for sure. It’s just that typical guys won’t want to use a vibrator on you because they want to prove they’re better all by themselves. Rafe’s definitely good at sex, that’s just a given fact. But the confidence he has to use a vibrator on you, mixed with his skill…he’s fucking incomparable. 

Rafe unties your wrists, letting your arms fall and relax. Next he moves to untie the ribbon that ties your feet to the bed. Once you’re completely free, he gives you a moment, knowing how tiring that was for your body. He knows you need to recover if he wants to get more orgasms from you tonight. 

Though you appreciate his generosity, you want to help him out too. So you take him by surprise by placing your hand over his hard cock through his boxers. Except he still manages to be the one surprising you when he speaks. “Fuck…that feels…s’so good baby.” He groans, but moves your hand off his dick. “But let me take care of you, yeah? I know Barry’s got you workin’ a lot, hm? Heard you’ve got the most customers, is that right?” He asks, his hands starting to squeeze and massage at you calves 

“Mhm…” you agree, closing your eyes in relaxation. 

Rafe’s hands move to massage your feet, knowing the tall heels you’re always wearing have to be causing you some discomfort. And he knows he assumed correctly when you let out a deep sigh at his touch. “Nobody ever takes care of you, hm? Always just taking what they want and giving you nothing?” He leans in closer to your ear and whispers, “I like taking care of you.” Rafe starts to nip softly at your ear, making you moan softly. 

After a while, his hands leave your feet, moving back up your body. He gently pulls off the lingerie, setting it on the bed beside you two. He takes a moment to revel in the sight of you, taking in what he is lucky enough to have in front of him. One of his hands finds its way to your slimy folds, gently running over your entrance. He gathers some of your slick and brings it up to your clit as he begins to rub it in steady, slow circles.

Finally, he pulls his boxers off. He uses his other hand to hold himself at the base, gently stroking himself a few times as he looks down at you underneath him. Without much more preparation, he pushes himself inside of you. This time, he moves slowly. His mind isn;t clouded from the effects of cocaine and anger anymore, instead he just wants to help you feel good. He wants to take him time, even though you’re likely not going to last long after your previous orgasm. 

“Shit, so fuckin’ wet f’me. You’re always so wet for me, hm? Such a good girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He groans, his mouth right next to your ear so you can clearly hear all his praises. “M’gonna have to talk to Barry for you. Can’t have you fuckin’ those other guys anymore. This pussy’s for me; it’s mine.” His speed gets faster, his pace more erratic as you get closer, your cunt squeezing around him tighter; ultimately bringing him closer to finishing as well. “Hm? You hear me?”

“Mhm…” you nod eagerly, getting so close to cumming that you can barely form a complete thought. “Y-yes Rafe. Yours, fuck! Yours.”

He gathers all your hair, tugging on it so that your neck cocks back, giving him full access to mark it up. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck; sucking and biting at your skin. “Only a slut for me, right? Nobody else, not anymore.”

“Yes…sure, fuck, okay yeah!” You scream. The recognizable feeling of your stomach tightening just for the band to snap, making your back arch off the bed, pushing your body against his as you reach another orgasm. “Ohh…nngghh…f-fucking shit!” You curse, your hand clawing at his shirt, trying to take it off. Rafe understands what you need and does it for you.

It’s not long before he gets to his peak with the way you keep squeezing him; so wet that he just slips right in and out. But before he cums, he asks you a final question. “Can I?”,is all he says but it’s enough for you to know what it is that he’s asking. He’s already done it before, so you don’t see the problem, especially not right now. You don’t even have it in you to say no even if it was what you wanted,

“Mhm…please. Please cum inside me, Rafe. I-I need it.” You admit.

Without wasting another second, Rafe’s movements slow down as he releases his load in you; painting your walls white with his cum. You could feel his warm seed spilling out of you, mixing with your sticky juices. When he pulls out, you feel empty. Your lonely cunt left clenching around nothing. 

Rafe lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You never had taken Rafe for much of a cuddler, but he’s full of surprises tonight. You return the action, wrapping your arms around him and draping a leg over him. 

After you’ve both had time to recover, you still just lie there, enjoying each other's silent company. But you finally decide to break the silence between you two. “Y’know, I have to admit that it is kinda nice to be with someone who can get it up without taking pills.” You joke truthfully, referring to all the old sugar daddies that pay for your services.  

Rafe chuckles at your words. He wants to say ‘I told you so’, to prove that he knew nobody else made you feel the same as he did, but fights the urge. Instead he just laughs. “Oh, I bet.” 

“Did…did you mean what you said about talking to Barry?” You ask on a more serious note.

Rafe looks at you, admiring your soft, tired, fucked-out expression as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. “Oh yeah, yeah. I can talk to him if you want. He usually listens to me.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You ask.

“Then I’ll make him.” He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I started this, I’m gonna fix it, okay? So don’t worry. You ain’t gotta fuck nobody you don’t wanna no more, yeah? How’s that sound?”

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, your eyes starting to get heavy and droop shut. 

“I hope that means you’ll still fuck me.” He teases, petting your soft hair as he watches you. 

You just nod, too exhausted to engage in his jokes. Rafe just smiles softly, appreciating the fact that he has you all sleepy in his bed; his arms. Of all the time he spent watching you and admiring you at the club, he never was able to imagine this moment.

He presses one final kiss to your head before closing his own eyes, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll take you back tomorrow, that alright?”

“Mhm…” You mumble under your breath, already half asleep. 

“Goodnight.” He whispers, pulling the covers over the two of you. 

Thank you for reading! I greatly appreciate it! PLEASE feel free to leave Rafe x reader requests!! I LOVE getting them!

Again, sorry if this is bad. I'm so tired and too lazy/impatient to proofread/edit. I hope this is good enough to fulfill your request!

[garden-0f-ed3n]

mfs want a yandere until they get clingy and start to constantly think about you and stalk your socials, then have a nervous breakdown because you seemed upset, then cry and cry and cry and beg for your love and reassurance …

[noorpersona]

Hey I really love the way you write it’s so fun to read and really fits the characters. I wanted to request you making small drabbles or a series on how the haikyu characters would treat you while youre pregnant. If it’s something you don’t want to write no worries. 🩷

OMGG yesss I love that idea 🙈🙈🙈 It goes so well with my other mini-series ehehe, I'm 100% adding it to the roster!! Thank you for your sweet words, they never fail to make my day.

For you! Gorgeous Human!! Enjoy <333 --

Pregnancy: Ushijima

Ushijima has been overprotective since the very beginning.

The second those two lines showed up on the test, it was like a switch flipped in him. He became your personal guard dog, nurse, chauffeur, meal planner, and human forklift all rolled into one stoic package.

It was kind of sweet—at first. The way he’d gently tug your hand away if you tried to carry anything heavier than a spoon. The way he’d Google symptoms with intense focus, like your morning sickness was a tactical challenge he could overcome with enough research. The way he sat through every prenatal appointment like it was the Olympics and he was preparing to win gold in fatherhood.

But by the third trimester?

You’re one more “let me do it” away from committing actual murder.

“I’m gonna change the sheets,” you say, bracing a hand on your lower back as you waddle toward the linen closet.

Before you even touch the doorknob, he’s there. He must have materialized from the floorboards.

“I’ll do it,” he says.

You blink up at him. “Wakatoshi—”

“The mattress is heavy.”

“I’m not flipping it! I’m just changing the sheets.”

Still, he reaches over you and pulls out the linens like it’s already been decided. “Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

You stare at him, nostrils flaring, lips twitching, but you don’t fight it. Not yet.

Then come the groceries. The laundry. The vacuum you so much as glance at. And every time, he gets to it before you can even try. Every time, he gently insists. Every time, you swallow the urge to scream.

Until now.

You step onto the footstool to reach the top kitchen cabinet—one single bowl, that’s all you want—and he appears in the doorway like a haunted house spirit.

“Don’t,” he says sharply.

That’s it. That’s the moment you snap.

“USHIJIMA,” you explode, flinging your arms wide in a very dramatic but very off-balanced motion. “I am pregnant. Not porcelain. I can do things! I can move and lift and stretch and reach and I would like to do one thing—just ONE THING—by myself without you treating me like I’m going to spontaneously combust!”

He pauses. Blinks. That stoic face giving you absolutely nothing.

“…You were wobbling,” he says.

“I always wobble! I’m basically a giant, sentient bowling pin at this point!”

“I don’t want to take chances,” he says, calm as ever.

“Well I want to do something myself!”

He hesitates. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Eventually, he steps back and says simply, “Okay. Do it.”

Oh. Oh he did not just call your bluff.

You puff out your chest, grab the cabinet door for balance, and go for it. Fingers brush the edge of the bowl, victory within reach—

—and then you realize you can’t quite twist back down. You’re halfway off the stool and stuck. Pride flickers. Stomach tightens. Arms flail just a little.

“…Toshi?” you call, voice small. “I, um. I need help.”

He’s there in seconds.

Strong arms wrap around you, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He sets you gently on the floor like a queen being lowered onto her throne.

“You were saying?” he murmurs, hand on the small of your back.

You scowl. “I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he replies smoothly. “You just hate that I’m right.”

You slump against his chest, bowl in hand, your forehead hitting the middle of his sternum. His hand rubs up and down your spine. You sigh dramatically.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re still holding the bowl.”

“…Shut up.”

[ranibwsprimklez]

can you draw Null from Regretevator? /nf

Spookkyyy

[littlelovelunette]

If Sev is big mama, you're smol mama?

Why yes

[pinksxloass]

Stop relying on conscious feelings.

even if you don’t feel anything when you affirm, doesn’t mean you’re doomed forever.

It manifests when we subconsciously believe it not consciously. A lot of you need to understand that you’re relying on your conscious mind and not your subconscious mind,

your subconscious mind has no feelings so why stress that you don’t feel anything?

affirmations+persistence-> dominant thought

dominant thought -> subconscious belief

subconscious belief -> desire materializes.

And it happens at the most random times, you don’t need to feel anything, just keep persisting 🤍

[quandledlngle69]

pretty please with whipped cream, a cherry ontop and rainbow sprinkles make me a kasier x reader where hes just totally whipped for the reader no explanation needed he just has his head on readers lap while looking up at them with humenigimornous giant puppy eyes and love hdhsksmhdkdhzhs

ur writing is so fire also pls dont explode

・. ★ Yes anon with whipped cream, a cherry ontop and rainbow sprinkles, i will do this for you :3 I promise i won't explode LMFAOOOOO

☆ CONTENT: domestic moments with Kaiser <3 ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Just fluff and Kaiser daydreaming about you, and mentions of kaisers vulnerability. 'schatzi' – Sweetheart / darling. ☆ W.C. 0.7K

Kaiser will never admit it verbally, but he craves the small, domestic moments that he has reserved with you.

And every single time, he’d grasp the moment like a thread of a ribbon weaving through his fingers, soaking everything in like a sponge in water, his eyes forcing his mind to remember every visual detail, for his body to memorise every touch, and for his nose to tie a certain scent that grounds him so much–into something familiar, that reminds him of the home he never had. 

The early morning sun poured itself directly on the end of the couch, a random German host show in the background, almost white noise to him. His glasses were boxed up neatly on the round wooden table next to the arm of the couch, a pink steaming coffee mug next to it. 

He memorised it all–the way your manicured nails scratched his scalp that made euphoric goosebumps break out on the surface of his skin, the way he would always groan quietly when your thumbs danced themselves behind his ears, massaging an invisible pattern of circles. His head was laid on your bare thighs, turned away from the TV, his nose barely brushing where your belly button would be. He was only in sweatpants, his legs stretched out and hanging over the other arm of the couch, the warmth of the sun melting into the bare skin of his upper body. His hands clung fistfuls of fabric of the oversized shirt you wore–his shirt. Your mind seemed so invested in what was on the TV, he could see it on your sun–kissed features, your squinted eyes studying the pixelated screen, your eyebrows furrowed just a little, and your lips parted in concentration.

His eyes always softened when gazing at you, you noticed. 

To others, they were a storm of cerulean, a swirling tropical cyclone no one could control. But you–you were the moon to his dark sea, the one that guided him, that made sure the baby waves never grew bigger than that when you were around.

The smell of freshly baked pastries wafted in the air, the tray settled nicely on the open window ledge to cool down, the open air leaving a simmering sound of the city of Berlin below. There was always a twinkle in your eyes, qualified and restricted just for him and no one else. His past self would never believe he had gotten this lucky to grab your attention. He would thank any God–if there was one–how lucky he was to be able to see you, feel you, touch you, breathe you. 

“Mihya?” You hummed, interrupting his ceaseless daydreaming. Your honeyed voice a hushed melody to his ears as your head tilted down to peek at him, your knuckle brushing his cheek. “You okay? I can tell your mind’s wandering.” 

His lips parted slowly, as if to say something, but nothing escaped from them. Hell–he didn’t know where to start. He wanted to tell you how you took his breath away, as if something was squeezing his lungs. How the sun rays marked and enhanced each curve and shape of your facial features, a face that renaissance sculptors would fight to be able to sculpt, that would be placed in a museum for centuries to come, he thinks. How he always internally thought love was a dead and long buried concept for him, until you got a shovel and dug it right out, shoving it back in his arms.

How he could comfortably be vulnerable, how he didn’t have to think around you, his mind never on edge or racing. Your mere presence a soothing balm to his soul. He wants to tell you how he could stare at you all day and never find a flaw, that the many girls before you that had tried and failed to get his fragile heart were faceless to him. How when he went to get a bouquet for you in some fancy florist shop for your anniversary, the owner mindlessly told him how complementary marigolds are with roses, and all he thought of was you. 

But all he did was finally hum back in agreement, his cheek nuzzling in your open palm, lightly kissing it as his sun–lit blues focused in on your face. “Just admiring my pretty girl, schatzi.”

You beamed, his heart racing at the familiar sight of your cheeks puffing to accommodate your gorgeous smile, and the way your face flushed slightly whenever he complimented you. A giggle bubbled from your throat, teasingly calling him sappy, hands ruffling through his bedhead, but he didn’t even care.

He wouldn't mind being called sappy a million times if it meant he could witness your smile.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

[garden-0f-ed3n]

date idea: you knock me out and i wake up in chains in your basement, and you never let me go :3

[huskyscc]

can you do a drabble where jenna and reader have these domestic moments? like having a grocery list together etc. thanks in advance!!

a/n: of course i can! i hope this is what a drabble is because this is new to me and the only definition I could really find, (a short story with 100ish words), so I hope this is what you meant!! but thank you for requesting 🫶!!

kiwi love

pairings - jenna ortega x gn!reader (no pronouns specified)

wc - 100

warnings - none

summary - a grocery store list with a special request.

masterlist

“babe, where’d you put our grocery list?” you ask.

Jenna glances up from the couch. “uhh… the fridge?”

you grab the list, looking it over. you can’t resist a giggle at one of the items, obviously requested by Jenna.

“3 containers of kiwis?” you sneer playfully.

you jump when you feel Jenna’s head on your shoulder, turning your head. she smiles at you.

she leans in, pecking your lips softly. "don't forget them!" she says as she gives you one last peck before turning on her heels.

you chuckle, grabbing your keys as you leave with the list in hand.

[joostabernichtklein]

based on instagram live: reader is in a secret relationship w joost. they’re on the tour bus in his bed and she’s trying to take off his makeup from the night before. he’s being an ass and keeps looking at/showing her instagram reels until he accidentally goes live and can’t figure out how to turn it off until apson joins. lol i thought this was a silly idea it can be fluffy or kinda nsfw idc

-Here you go anon!!

˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅Not so secretive⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚

-Joost Klein x fem!reader

-warnings: none

-word count: 2k+

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

The hum of the tour bus was almost soothing, the gentle rattle of wheels on the road as it coasted along the winding highway, the soft creak of the metal as they rolled through the night. Inside, it was a different world altogether.

You slowly opened your eyes winking for a bit, It was early in the morning, almost too early for your liking. It was the kind of early that made everything feel like it was in slow motion. You hadn't planned waking up this early let alone getting up only if your bladder didn't have other plans. You slowly sat up as you rubbed your eyes looking around. The faint light creeping in through the bus window was a soft reminder that you were far from home — on the road with Joost, your boyfriend of almost 2 years, and the rest of his crew.

You didn’t even remembered falling asleep the night before. It is a blur of flashing lights, the screaming crowd and the euphoria of the performance. You’d barely had a chance to let your head hit the pillow before the movement of the bus lulled you into an uneasy sleep. But here you are, awake now, in a quiet, dimly lit space.

You reached for your phone that was laying beside you in your shared bed, the weight of sleep still tugging at you. You opened your phone squinting your eyes as the bright light hit them, the time read exactly 6:42 am. You exhaled deeply turning your phone off before you looked around the small room, until your eyes landed on your boyfriend still sleeping soundly next to you only in his boxers. His blonde hair was a mess and all over the place, his lips slightly parted in his peaceful sleep, and there was something about the way he looks. He doesn’t always show this side of himself. On stage, he’s always so put together, full of energy, a million miles a minute. But here, like this, he’s just Joost, your Joost.

You always appreciated these little moments yet you never really told him, mostly because you weren't that good at talking about how you felt. It was easier to let the silence speak for itself. It had taken months of convincing from Joost before you agreed to go on this Europapa tour with him, and even now, the fact that you were actually here — with him — felt surreal.

It’s strange, this life you share together. You’ve been dating Joost for almost two years now, but no one knows, not anyone out of your close circle of friends. You didn’t start it this way, didn’t plan for it to go like this. But over the course of your relationship, it had just become easier to keep things private. You loved him, of course, but the thought of the paparazzi, the fans, and the pressure of public relationships just didn’t sit right with you. He understood, and as his career began to soar even higher, it became an unspoken agreement — the quieter, the better.

You think about it for a moment, your heart swelling with a kind of bittersweet ache. The brief touches when no one is looking, quiet kisses when the world is still.

You slowly got up letting your toes hit the cold ground of the tour bus. You were moving carefully towards the bathroom making sure not to wake up anyone in the bunk beds. As you stepped into the tiny bathroom, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror realizing that you didnt take your makeup off from yesterday . You sighed and grabbed a makeup wipe, gently rubbing your face to clean up the mess. You needed to get it off before the day fully started. You remembered that Joost also didn't take his eye makeup off from yesterday, being too tired to even care about it, so before heading out of the bathroom you grabbed some makeup wipes along with you.

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Again you found yourself in the arms of the man you loved so much. He was of course still fast asleep when you came back, you really weren't expecting him being awake. As he snuggled closer to you he mumbled something agains your shoulder. You reach over, gently brushing his hair out of his face. He stirs slightly, his arm tightening around your waist in his sleep as if trying to pull you closer. You don’t try to fight it. In fact, you let yourself sink into the warmth of him, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. You can’t help but smile. Joost’s eyes then flutter open, squinting against the dim morning light

“What time is it?” He asks his morning voice thick with sleep, his eyes barely open as he looked up at you.

You glance at him “It’s early,” you reply softly, feeling your lips twitch into a smile. “You’re up too early for someone who’s supposed to be on tour.”

Joost groaned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand “Uugh, I haven’t had a real sleep in weeks.” His hand lingers on your arm, and when you look at him, he raises an eyebrow. “How long have you been awake for?”

“Not that long...i think i woke up like 30 minutes ago” you said turning to your side resting your chin on your hand. He rubes his eyes one more time before snuggling agains your chest one more time. It makes you chuckle.

“You should've gone back to sleep.” he mumures agains your chest before placing a soft kiss in the middle of it while his hands found your waist one more time. He looks up at you with his blue eyes a smirk tugging on his lips. His hand already moving from your waist lower until it founds your ass, squezing the soft meat uderneath his hands. Joost moved a little bit upwards kissing your jaw and slowly moving toward the neck to find the sweet spot of yours. You already knew what he's thinking. Its almost like you can see right through him.

You chuckled as you playfully pushed him away “You're such a dog Joost” you said as you turned to the other side so you wouldn't have to meet his puppy eyes that he always made whenever you said no.

“Please baby i would be quick I promise” he whispered almost begging you by kissing on the back of your neck. You rolled your eyes as you quickly sat up looking down at him.

He exhales dramatically “Whatever you are just mean” he said rolling onto his back. You just chuckle. You watched him reach for his phone.

“Love there are also other people in the bus if you actually mind....plus you look like a racoon” you joked as you grabbed the makeup wipes, opening the package taking one out.

“Here lemme help you get cleaned up” you said softly

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You now sat cross-legged on Joost’s bed, bent slightly at the knee, as you gently swipe the makeup wipe across his face. Joost laid sprawled out beside you, his eyes now glued to his phone screen. you glanced over at him, annoyed but amused at the same time. His finger swiped lazily through Instagram, bouncing from one reel to another, all while he shifted his body to get comfortable, half-buried in a mess of blankets. The faint hum of his amusement didn’t escape your notice, but it didn’t help that he was acting like an absolute child.

“You can’t be serious,” you mutter, not even looking up as you continue wiping at his face.

Joost doesn’t answer right away. You glance up, and sure enough, his eyes are still glued to his phone, his thumb rapidly flicking through Instagram Reels.

“Joost,” you say, exasperated, as you swipe the makeup wipe across his cheek a little more firmly than you intended. “I’m trying to clean your face here. Can you at least pretend to pay attention for five minutes?”

He looks up for the briefest moment, his lips curling into that familiar mischievous grin. “You can multitask, right? You can clean my face and watch funny cat videos. It’ll make your life easier, trust me.”

You sigh dramatically, already knowing what’s coming. “I don’t need cat videos, Joost. I need you to stop staring at your phone for two seconds.”

But of course, he doesn’t listen. He flips his phone around, showing you the screen, and despite your best efforts, you find yourself chuckling at the sight of a cat doing its best attempt at jumping onto a table and failing spectacularly.

“See?” he says smugly, clearly enjoying the fact that he’s distracted you. “Told you it would make you laugh. Cats make everythin better“

You rolled your eyes, trying to refocus on the task at hand. “You’re impossible.”

“Don’t lie. You love me,” he teases, nudging your shoulder turning his phone towards himself only for him to turn it back towards you in a milisecond, showing you another video of cat almost the same one as before, only this time playing with a string.

Joost chuckled while looking at you turning his phone towards himself one more time, but then suddenly his phone fell from his hands hitting his bare hairy chest. Joost's fingers must've slipped on the screen, because you heard the familiar sound of Instagram's live feed starting up. You froze in your moves. You hands with the makeup wipes still resting on his face.

He picked his phone up as he panicked. His finger hovered above the screen as he scrambled to stop it, but of course, his panic made things worse. He kept swiping in the wrong direction, trying to press the button to end the stream but he accidentally started pulling up the Instagram filters, then comments, then a live video of an old cat meme.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Joost cursed under his breath, desperately fumbling with the phone, his panic rising with every second that passed. “How do I turn this off? What the fuck, it’s live! What do I do?! How did I even do this?!”

He kept swiping in every wrong direction possible, flipping through screens and even accidentally pulling up Instagram’s live-streaming features. The fans of course started flooding in quick. The comments also came flooding in faster than you could read them. You still managed to get a little glimse of them.

“Who's hands are those?!” “Joost’s live? What’s happening?” “Joost’s panic attack, part 1 😂” “Is she his girlfriend???” “OMG ARE THEY DATING??!”

You tried to grab the phone from his hands, but he pulled it away, too caught up in his frantic struggle. “I can’t turn it off! What is happening?!” His voice cracked slightly, and you could tell he was spiraling.

Your hands quickly came up to your body to rest againts your side as you relized that the people in the live could still see them on Joosts face. You sat still watching Joost getting redder by every second passing by. It felt like your stomach did a whole flip. You started to stress out already a bit. You were aware of what his fans were capable of and it scared you a little.

And then, as if the universe itself was playing a cruel joke on you two, Joost accidentally tapped the “Invite to Join” button. The screen flashed with the message: “Appiemussa has joined the livestream.”

You placed your head in your hands trying to calm down. “What the hell is going on?” you then heard apsons voice throught the phone, he also sounded like he just woke up.

Joost froze in terror, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Apson, help! I didn’t mean to do this, man! How do I turn it off?!”

Apson blinked, clearly just waking up, his disheveled hair and sleepy face now live on the screen for all to see. “Bro, how’d you even accidentally go live? You’re killing me,” Apson said already grinning at the screen and you could hear the amusement in his voice.

Joost let out a frustrated groan, holding the phone as if it were an alien object. “How do I stop this?” Apson now literally exploded with laughter “Dude you just gotta click on the button on the top left” he said before adding “Wait did people see you and—” and before he could finish the sentance with your name, Joost finally tapped the right button, and the stream abruptly ended.

Silence

For a moment, there was just silence, everything felt quiet again. Joost sat back on the bed, staring at the phone in his hands like it was a grenade that had just exploded. His chest rose and fell rapidly with his shallow breaths.

You finally looked up at him and also leaned back against the pillows, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. “Well, that was fun. Wasn't it?”

Joost slumped beside you, covering his face in embarrassment. “I swear the next time im throwing your phone out of the window” you chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

Joost let out a long sigh. “Great. Just great. I can’t believe I almost accidentally made you public. Sorry...I'm so sorry”

You placed a comforting hand on his thigh as you looked him in the eyes "No, no, it's fine, really. I mean, they only saw my hands, right? A small mistake has never been the end of the world… am i correct?"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

-Thanks for the ask!

-This actually took something within me so I hope you enjoyed!

-Not proof-read

-Don't forget to send more asks we are slowly working on all of them (>ᴗ•)

[blueberri-blu]

Hi hi! I've been thinking about your prompt list so I thought screw it I'll put in my first ever ask lol, I thought #3 would fit bayverse Raph so well as a (light) angst to fluff confession?

I've never done this before so if I messed something up please disregard and have a great day/night ( ´∀`)

Of course!! I'd love to!

Horns 𓆩♡𓆪

[Bayverse] Raph x gn!reader

Prompt #3: "Why aren't you dating them?" "I'd probably destroy them" "They'd be into that"

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

Raph's brothers were annoyed as fuck to be honest

You and their red clad brother have so much romantic tension it's unbearable

So, originally Mikey and Donnie got together to form a plan, they were going to try to leave you two in the lair, by yourselves, in hopes that you and Raph would work yourselves out.

However, Leo being... Leo, he stood nearby, listening, and occasionally giving ideas

But, they knew better, they knew they couldn't tell raph about their plan until the very last minute.

So... They went on

Secretly sneaking out to get things like fairy lights, your favorite movies on CDs, etc.

They noticed that Raph stocked up on your favorite foods and snacks in the lair already, so they saw this as an opportunity for Raph to show off how much he cares.

It was perfect. Their plan was immaculate, with Donnie confirming it had about an 85% success rate, with Mikey piping up that if it was more than 50, that's all the reassurance they needed

Their plan was starting to fall into place.

First, Mikey set up fairy lights in the living area, with the excuse of making it more homey.

Then, Donnie started fixing up their tv, giving it upgrades and such for better resolution and sound.

Then, Leo was in charge of making sure everyone would be out of the lair, so you and Raph wouldn't have any interruptions

Hell, even Master Splinter stepped in by making sure to get on Raph's case about making sure his room was clean.

Everything was ready.

Now... For the hardest part...

Getting Raph on board.

They decided that the best one to tell him was Mikey, seeing as he was closest to Raph.

And needless to say, Raph was... Upset

"The fuck do You mean "my chance" Mikey!?"

"well... You know, you two are already practically dating right? I mean, y'all almost kissed last movie night!" Mikey was... A bit nervous

"how 'bout, all of you stay the fuck out of my business!!"

"Oh c'mon big bro! We already texted y/n to come over and everything! You wouldn't wanna let 'em down riiiiight?"

Raph hated how all of his brothers adorned a smug grin, had an itch to punch it off their faces

It's not that raph didn't like you, he really did

But you were just so kind! Yet strong! And passionate,

You knew how to be calm, you could be kind to everyone,

He tried to convince himself that this was why he wouldn't ask you out, but in reality, he knew you liked him

You'd laugh at all of his jokes, grabbing his arm

You'd cuddle up to him on movie nights while looking at his lips, then his eyes

He almost lost himself last movie night, almost let you two kiss

But he pulled away last minute, and he could see your eyes fall from the rejection

"arggghh Mikey! Why d'y'all have to be so fuckin' nosy!"

"Raph! Why are you so upset! You like them, and they obviously like you!! What's got your panties in a twist bro!"

"Why aren't you dating them?"

"because..."

"I'd probably destroy them!"

"I'd probably be into that"

Raph froze, it was as if a glacier had fallen on his head

He couldn't believe it

How long had you been there? How much did you here? Why did you respond like that?

Mikey practically squealed, Donnie pumped his fist in the air in victory, and Leo still adorned that same smug grin

Raph turned around, finally facing you

You were blushing like crazy, yet you were looking up at him as if he was the best person in the world

His brothers decided to retreat, leaving you two alone in the lair under the fairly lights

Raph felt as if he had died and come back to life, only to get a heart attack, he was... Afraid, of what? He didn't know, but his heart was pounding in a way that you could hear it from outside of his plastron

"look... Raph... I don't want to force you or pressure you or anything of the sort, but... If you like me, I'd like to know why you don't want to date me? Please?"

"I ... I jus don't wanna hurt ya..."

"oh, Big Guy, it's ok... I really don't think you are capable of doing so... But arguments are normal in a relationship, it's just about working them out, together"

By now, Raph had one arm slinked around your waist

Raph whispered "I'd like that... y/n, I love you"

"aw, I love you too big guy" you whispered back

And you two closed the distance, starting off with soft pecks, which slowly turned into longer kisses

The night ended with you in his arms after watching your favorite movie, snacks littered the floor, and Raph taking in your features under the soft glow of the yellow lights.

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

I really love this idea, I hadn't even thought of that! I was definitely debating between Raph and rottmnt Leo!

I hope you liked it! Please feel free to request again! Thank you so much for the ask, anon ^^

I live y'all <3

[rs-hawk]

bestie’s werewolf brother where he gets jealous of your werewolf neighbor and he makes sure your whole house smells like him by banging you in every room? 🤭

Calling Bestie’s Werewold Brother Liwanu, Li for short since y’all obviously want more so I feel like he needs a name. Lol.

Liwanu still hasn’t officially asked for you to be his mate, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want everyone else to know that’s his intention. He’s over constantly, making sure to be buried deep inside of you so his scent never leaves you. He loves the way that your eyes roll back into your head as he’s knot deep inside of you, whimpering and panting for him not to pull out-not that he could by then anyways.

It’s not until your new neighbor moves in, obviously a Beta or maybe a lower ranking Alpha, that he realizes that he needs to officially ask you to be his mate. He can’t have anyone else looking at you how he does. You’re his. His human. His mate. His. The next time Linwanu comes over and he sees that other wolf chatting with you on the stairwell, making you laugh, standing a little too close, even holding a bag of your groceries, he feels like he could jump over the railing and rip his throat out. It’s unacceptable. You should know who you belong to! Haven’t you always loved him?

He doesn’t say much as he approaches you, though his heart lifts with the way your face lights up as you see him. No, you know who you belong to. It’s every other wolf he has to worry about. The other wolf’s eyes dart between the two of you, obviously placing the scent that’s fading from you to him. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he moves a little closer to you, taking the other bag out of your arms and going out of his way to touch your hands.

“Hey Li! I didn’t know you were coming today,” you say as he wraps his arms around you, scowling at your neighbor.

“I wanted to see you,” he whispers in your hair as he squeezes you.

The other wolf growls slightly, but he ignores it, yanking the bags out of his hands. You follow him to your apartment, waving at your neighbor before disappearing into your little apartment.

Liwanu is already almost done putting up your groceries when you get inside. “You didn’t have to do that,” you laugh, watching him put everything away.

“I wanted to hurry,” he mutters as he turns around, kissing you deeply.

Before you know it, he has you bent over the island in your kitchen, his fat cock slamming into your leaking cunt. You’re whining and whimpering for him to slow down, telling him it’s too much, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. He needs your whole home to smell like him, and he needs that other wolf to know who you belong to.

It’s a long night. In the kitchen, on the couch in the living room, in the shower, up against the wall in the hallway, then in your bed, him forcing you to cockwarm him as you start to fall asleep. His knot is still inflated, keeping all the cum from throughout the day locked into your stretched out and pathetic cunt. Now no one will ever doubt who you belong to again, and it gives him a little more time to think about how to ask if he can mark you as his lifelong mate.

[angelscovee]

𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☞︎ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ sᴇᴇs ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs 🤷‍♀️

⇝ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ ʙᴜᴇᴄᴋᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⇝ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⇝ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ

today paige and i had stayed home babysitting for paiges aunt. she has a baby girl of five months, and a little girl that is 4 years old.

i mostly have been taking care of the five month old since both paige and i agreed that i am better at caring for babies than she is.

as i carry the baby girl on my hip as i make her a bottle, and i made some mac and cheese for the other little one. swaying the baby back and forth, unbeknownst to me, paige had been watching me the whole time.

she was playing "tea party" with her younger cousin but was more interested in watching me, then playing a game.

i handed the baby her bottle to hold it while i brought the mac and cheese to the slightly older girl. i sat down next to paige on the couch as i started to help feed the baby girl.

once they were both done eating i lead them to their rooms so they could take a much needed nap.

i could feel paiges eyes on me the whole time i moved around the house no matter how hard i tried to ignore it. she was staring deep into my soul at this point.

i sat down next to her once again on the couch as i was a few minutes before.

i turn my head towards her with a shy smile and furrowed eye brows. "why are you looking at me like that paige?" i ask my smile growing wider.

"you're really pretty, and i was just thinking." she says as she shrugs her shoulders, which made me smile and a slight blush crept onto my face.

"oh yeah? what're you thinking about?" i ask not taking my eyes off of her once.

"our future together." she says simply not elaborating at all.

"yeah? what do you have in mind?" i ask once again curious where this is going. paige turns her head towards me again and smiles before speaking.

"you're gonna be an amazing mother one day, i know it. the mother of our children." paige answers my question taking my hand into hers and leaning in for a soft but meaningful kiss.

"i can't wait to see you teach our kids basketball." i respond knowing thats exactly what she would do once we have kids.

"oh they're gonna be unstoppable." paige responds to me as she fidgets with the rings on my hand.

"oh i bet, maybe they'll be better than you, they'll even beat you in a 1v1." i say lightheartedly.

"me? psh oh never." she says in a joking matter. i'm so lucky to be able to say that paige is the woman i'll gladly spend the rest of my life with.

after that we go silent

all i can think about is her, the mother of our children, the grandma to our grandchildren, and most importantly, my future wife.

paige wrapped an arm around my shoulder as i leaned into her touch, she placed a soft kiss on my forehead as she put on a movie.

but i couldn't help but think about one thing only.

our future together.

[stonerfromlesbos]

it was a bad idea! | b.e

summary: what could go wrong when you ask your girlfriend to come over in the middle of the night? well, a lot of things… specially when no one knows that you two are dating.

warnings: rought make out session, pet names, mentions of sex (breast sucking, oral, grinding), masturbation, !switch but mostly dom billie, !switch reader, choking.

— 1am, in your bedroom.

You honestly didn’t recognized yourself in that moment… you were a few minutes ago, just seeing cute photos of you and your girlfriend. But in the moment when you played that video, you just shoved your hand into your lacy black panties. You could remember that day pretty well, every. fucking. thing.

Billie was with her now healed nipple piercings, and you were just on her lap… sucking on them like you needed it to survive, like you would die if you didn’t let hickeys all over her chest. It just turned you on so fucking much, you sucking on her tits while griding on her clothed thigh. After that, she made you knee on the ground and suck her clit, while she recorded your puppy eyes looking up at her… you would do anything she fucking asked you to.

You needed her, so fucking bad. So you decided to do something risky… You knew all your brothers were home, but if they’re asleep, no one would know right? Thats what you though before calling your fucking famous girlfriend. After a few tries, she picked up.

“babe? are u okay?” she said with a sleepy voice, it was obvious that she just woke up with your calls.

“bills.. mhm, i fucking need you babe.” you said in a needy voice, moaning softly.

“don’t fucking do that.” she says getting pissed, realizing what you were doing.

“why bills…?” you try to question between little moans and gasps.

“im coming over, stop fucking touching yourself or i won’t let you fucking cum, understood?” she says in a serious tone, as you could hear she getting up and taking her car keys.

“okay.. just hurry up please..” you say as she hang up, in less than 5 minutes, you heard an knock in your window.. billie was fucking climbed a tree just to get in your roof.

“billie?! wft?? you know that you could use the front door? everyone is asleep rn.” you say as you open the window for her to come in.

“and you know i like the risky feeling… don’t you babe?” she says as she walks towards you, quickly grabbing your chin and leadind you to the bed. “you have absolute no idea of the things i thought when i was driving.. babydoll.”

“what have you thought bills?” you said in that classic soft voice of yours, the one billie liked the most.

“of you fucking touching yourself.” she says in an raspy voice. “did you cum, huh?” she says in a demanding tone.

“no.. i was waiting for you bills.” you said as she sits on the bed and proceeds to put you on her lap, straddling her sides.

“good.” she replies as she pulls you into an kiss, an needy, but passionate kiss. She just wanted to taste you, to explore your mouth with her tongue, and all your body with her hands.

She was grabbing your waist so hard, you could clearly tell how turned on she was. She quickly grabbed your neck and gave it an gentle squeeze as the kiss continues. Your fingers digged into her hair while she squeezed your neck with one hand, and your tits with the other.

Quickly you two broke the kiss to breath a bit, but billie didn’t waste anytime. Now she was with one hand on your ass, and the other on your waist.. while she was kissing and sucking your neck like she was an fucking vampire.

Both of you were too into it to realize how loud you were being.. The only thing that you heard was your brother, nic sturniolo, opening the door..

“sis, is everything fine? bc i heard some noise- oh.” he just froze, looking at you on top of billie, almost grinding on her as she fucking squezeed your ass and sucked on your neck.. he just shut the door as harsh as he could.

You quickly jumped off her lap, clearly terrified. As she turned to look at you.. search for anything in response of what just happened. You just said…

“billie.. that was an fucking bad ideia.”

HII GUYSS, hope you like this onee, i think i took it a little too far but i fw so much with the ideia of billie having nipple piercings😭😭 reminder: english isnt my first language, so im sorry if theres some grammar/spealling mistakes. THANK YOU FOR THE ANON WHO REQUESTED AND LOVE YALL MY HOMIES🫂