#Rafa smut

[ramp-it-up]

I see you! 😉

Thank you for all of the love! 😁

Rafael Casal

Arrivals

(Rafa x OFC Reader Holly Woods)

Rafael and Holly Woods, friend of a friend. They had an arrangement. Then feelings got in the way.

This wasn’t supposed to be a series, and it’s written out of order, but here is this non-series chronologically how the relationship progresses.

* = smut

Undercover Wicked With It

Lottery*

Damage, Pt. 1*

Winter Song*

Tiny Tim

Last Christmas

Damage, Pt. 2*

Verry Merry

Only Bad Choices

Lesson Learned

F*****g Sound

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Arrivals*

Rafa Mini-Series

Showrunner AU

Rafa falls for an actress in his production. Who is in charge here?

Show Runner (1)*

Sundancer (2)*

Scene Stealer (3)*

Young Rafa Au

You and Rafa were young and dumb. What happens when you start to grow up?

In and Out*

Barbie and Ken 202*

Rafa Drabbles

What is This?

You ended your one rival for Rafa’s love. Daveed.

Under the Mistletoe*

Let It Snow

A chill little Rafa drabble

You find treasure underneath the mistletoe.

In The Shallows

Rafa is there to give you comfort when you need it.

Daydreams in the Dark*

You are Rafael’s daydream come true.

Amnesia*

Rafael helps you forget a terrible day.

Tranquility*

Rafa helps with your anxiety.

Rafa One-Shots

Princess Grillz*

You and Rafa and matching grills! HBD!

Dammit, Rafa*

Rafael is a virgin at The Rocky Horror Picture Show. You show him the ropes.

Greatest of All Time*** (Bay Boys x Reader)

The Bay Boys’ neighbor Quinn loves to experience life. Rafa and Daveed become one of her experiences.

Fine*

You were doing just fine without Rafa. Right?

Everyday*

Rafa goes into character to give you your fantasy.

What That Boat Do?*

After the premiere. Rafa gets a treat? Or is it you that is treated?

Cuddle Buddies*

You misunderstand Roomie! Rafa’s request.

Icing on the Cake*

Rafael gets treated like a king on his birthday.

Headcannon

Tio Rafa

Rafa offers to babysit his niece for the day.

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[cherryblogss]

Como eles reagiriam a loba com fetiche em enforcamento?

kd a gangue do tesao em maozona? 📢 vou tentar separar em grupos igual fiz com o do menage.

Felipe, Rafa, Valentino e Rocco seriam do tipo que quando vocês estão no meio do sexo e você pegasse a maozona deles para fechar ao redor do pescoço ou dizer: me enforca😵 toda burrinha de pica, eles iam ficar meio que com peninha ou medo de fazer errado e acabar te machucando (assim que é bom😛🤘), então eles iriam agarrar seus pescoço fraquinho, mas quando vc aperta seus dedos ao redor dos deles, iriam entender que vc aguenta sim eles colocando força, porém tentam compensar com elogios o que estão fazendo. (eles AMAM ver a marca que ficou depois no aftercare)

Enzo, Simon e Fernando são tão canalhas que você nem precisa pedir hehe. Quando vc geme mais alto ao sentir eles te segurando pelo pescoço enquanto estão te enchendo de pica, chega os olhos deles brilham quando te veem ficar louquinha pedindo mais, apertam mais ainda até a visão ficar embaçada e ficam te xingando de puta safada e outros nomes😍👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 além disso, acho mt que também gostam que você enforque eles okayyyy🫂 vc sentando neles devagarinho e levando a mão pra apertar o pescoço grosso e veiudo💥💥💥

Esteban acho que é o meio termo desses dois primeiros grupos! Nos dias que ele te fode com mais calma só segura o teu pescoço, acariciando e apertando de leve. MASSS nos dias que ele está o cão, se segurem irmãs, porque ele vai te maltratar e te fode segurando o seu pescoço com a mão giga quase agarrando a circunferência inteira💥💥💥 não gosta mt que enforque ele i think mas adora quando vc passa as unhas pela pele sensível🥱

Fran e Matías, nossos homens meio lésbicos, adoram te sacanear! O fran gosta de te foder num papai e mamãe segurando teu pescoço com força, apertando até te ver ficar meio zonza demais e também adora que você enforque ele💦 Matías quando descobre isso, irmãs, fica louquinho já pensando no tanto que ele pode te atazanar. As vezes vocês só estão se beijando em público e ele aperta seus pescoço falando no seu ouvido para vc não gozar 🙄🙄🙄🖕🖕 e na hora do sexo realmente gosta de te maltratar apertando até sua cabeça ficar levinha e os dedos ficarem marcados, não admite mas uma vez que você enforcou ele enquanto quicava ele quase queimou a largada🥱 ele ama que você é tão safada que gosta dessas coisas👏🩷👏 todos amam

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

I can't stop thinking about this handshake !!! (X)

[namorslutfanfiction]

Hi it’s me again! You asked me to send multiple asks so here I am! So how about a couple blurbs for Rafa? One with #4 and another with #30 from the prompt list? Thank you friend 💜💜

Hey hey. So this first one turned into a whole mammoth. So I'm going to post #4 as it's own fic. And will post #30 as a separate post. It will just be easier to add to my Masterlist.

Summary: It's your birthday and Rafa has a gift for you, after months of the two of you fighting like cats.

You could practically feel Rafa losing his mind across the crowded club. For months the both of you had been at each others throats. In private you would find yourselves down each others throats in angry hook ups. Your disdain and attraction was palpable to everyone who had to watch you fight like neighborhood cats over the weed that Miguel had you both cultivating. Outside of your tenuous relationship with Rafa, the rest of the boys respected you. To the rest of the men you were one of the boys, except tonight. Tonight you had let Sofia and her girls dress you up as an apology gift. And while you hated the rich bitch's guts, she had taste and an eye for slutty clothing. Impressive considering she didn't have the curves to fill them out, but you did.

The tight, low-cut, and back baring dress fit you like a glove and left little to the imagination. This was a stark contrast to your normal outfits of jeans, boots, and flannels. It wasn't that you couldn't dress up, it was that it was pointless in your field. You however knew that you cleaned up well, and from the wolf whistles that had filled the club from your fellow narcos, they knew it too. You were in the middle of the dancefloor being fed drinks and dancing with everyone who took your hand. With the work you did and the men you surrounded yourself with it was rare for you to immerse yourself in your feminine wiles. But today was your birthday and it was time to party.

You glanced across the room as you danced with Chapo who was being as protective as an older brother. You locked eyes with Rafa who was deftly ignoring Sofia who was perched on the couch next to him, failing to grab his attention. It had been easy to pull Rafa in your direction after Sofia's betrayal. It made you scoff in disgust when she came back begging for the curly haired man's forgiveness. But he treated her like a whore now, instead of some goddess.

When Amado took your hand and stole you away from Chapo you followed. You disliked Amado but you knew it would get a rise out of the other narco. Rafa was always his sexiest when he was angry. He was such a cocky, self absorbed bastard but he was great in bed and had gotten you hooked on his chaotic nature after that first explosive hook up.

It had happened after weeks of tension, bickering, and threatening to kill each other. A late night when you couldn't sleep so you had been in the field, smoking a blunt, and basking in the cold desert night.

"Brujita, what are you doing out here? It's dangerous for a woman to be out here at night," Rafa circled you, his gold glinting in the light of the moon. You scoffed and blew smoke at him. He was more calm than he usually was in your presence as he stepped up close to you, his chest nearly touching yours, "There are coyotes out here you know."

"Don't pretend like you care whether or not I get eaten by coyotes. If I did you'd probably throw a party," You smirked at the dark man, annoyed that your eyes were drawn to his lips. The heady smell of weed was thick now that you had nearly burnt your blunt to a nub. You took one more long drag before tossing the butt to the ground and grinding it into the dirt with your boot heel. "I'll leave your precious little field now, cabron. But remember it wouldn't have grown this fast or this quickly without me."

You turned, walking down the aisle of plants. You expected him to shout some insult at you but instead he came up behind you and wrapped his hand around your throat, pointing a gun to your temple. Rafa's back was pressed to your front as he dug the tip of the handgun into the side of your head, "Pinche perra. I should have killed you when you came looking for your traitor brother. We don't need you anymore. We have everything and the crop is bigger than anything you could have ever done on your own you arrogant whore."

You knew you surprised him when you laughed. Rafa's hand may have been at your throat but he wasn't restricting your air way. "Do it then, puto. Like I give a fuck."

Rafa pushed you away and you turned to face him. The high making you reckless. The memories of your brother on what would have been his birthday making you hysterical. You grabbed the gun's nozzle and pointed it at your chest, pressing it up against your skin. "Come on, Quintero. Pull the trigger. I'll say 'hi' to my brother for you."

Rafa raised an eyebrow, "You're crazy."

You were sweating and getting more frustrated by the second. He looked so fuckable with that stupid ass look on his face. You unbuttoned the last few buttons of your flannel and tossed it on the ground, leaving you in your bra and jeans. You didn't miss the way that Rafa looked at your full chest. His gun was lowered toward the ground now but you took the barrel once more and brought it up to your face. Looking him in the eye, you opened your mouth and licked the tip of the gun seductively. Rafa's irises blew out to the edges of his pupil.

You burst out laughing again as you pushed the gun off to the side and grabbed the Narco's gold chain and yanked him close so you could speak into his ear. "Before you kill me maybe we could have some fun. Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me sometimes. I've thought about it too, hate fucking you after one of our fights. I'd love to choke you while I show you what a good fuck really is, because whatever you were doing with that skank Sophia was pathetic."

Rafa's hand found your throat again and pushed you up against one of the plants. You grinned at him, knowing that her betrayal was still fresh, even if Miguel had gotten him out of it as always. The narco was breathing hard, enraged, and pressed up close to you. You snaked your hand down his other arm, prying his gun from his hand and dropping it to the floor. The thump of it hitting the dirt was the only sound besides your heaving breaths and the rustle of leaves.

You guided Rafa's other hand to your throat, "You're too much of a pussy to fuck me so might as well kill me now and get it over with."

Pulling him even closer by his biceps as his hands wrapped around your throat, you rocked your hips against his, feeling his rage fueled hard on. His eyes flicked down to your lips then met your gaze. "Fucking bitch."

Rafa's whisper was lost as his lips crashed against yours. He caged you up against the plant as he bit and licked and sucked his way to your bra. He shoved it aside and suckled hard on your nipple, nipping at it as his hand undid your jeans. You were impatient. The high and turmoil had turned you on and left your panties wet. As much as you would have loved to make him kneel and eat your cunt you wanted to be filled.

You pushed him off and turned, pushing your jeans to your knees and bending over slightly. Rafa was ready behind you, the sound of his buckle being undone and his pants being pushed down was followed by the feel of him thrusting his cock into your wet pussy. You gasped at the sensation. Fuck he was bigger than you thought.

The tan man fisted your hair and pulled you back against his chest, while the other held your hip. He let out a litany of curses as he fucked you mercilessly. When he bit down on you throat you couldn't help but cry out loudly, clenching down on his cock. Your orgasm hit you like a train and sent you spasming. If he hadn't been holding you up so he could continue fucking you, your legs would have given out.

He lasted awhile longer and you taunted him the whole time. "That's right, pendejo. You may hate me but you like fucking me more don't you."

You reached back and turned, pulling his lips to yours. "Come on, Quintero, fuck me like you want me dead."

You were only able to kiss him for a moment before he pushed you to bend forward, your head in the plant, smelling strongly of weed, as he pounded into you. He held your shoulders as he thrust deep and hard. The angle and the sound of him panting, telling you that you were a bitch but you had a good pussy, sent you over the edge again. With another few thrusts Rafa filled you. When he pulled out you only took a moment to catch your breath before shrugging out of his hold. You dressed without looking at him or speaking a word then walked away.

You shook your head, bringing yourself back to the present. The music was loud and Amado was behind you, holding you too close. Your skin was just beginning to crawl when Rafa appeared before you. Without a word, Rafa wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you to stand behind him.

Amado laughed and raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement, "I was just having fun man. She didn't seem to mind."

Rafa growled, "Walk away."

Amado glanced at Rafa's hand that was wrapped around his gun, then nodded and made his way to another part of the dance floor.

"You're so jealous. It's like how you say you love me without saying it." You poked fun at the Narco who still had a firm grip on your wrist. Feeling good from the drinks and weed you impulsively pressed your body up against his side and hugged his arm between your bodies.

Rafa looked down at you, expression unreadable. "I'll kill you."

You giggled and then pulled him along, "Then fuck me like you want me dead. You know that's how I like it best."

His lips upturned the slightest bit as you led him to the back of the club and up some stairs. You glanced around and paused at the door, looking over the balcony. "Where's the rich bitch?"

Rafa pushed you up the last step and pushed the door open around you, the warmth of him enveloping your bare back as he whispered in your ear, "I sent her to get drinks. It's the only way I could get away from that witch."

Rafa pushed you gently into the room and kicked the door closed behind you. The floor to ceiling windows of the room were tinted so no one could see inside, but you could see the bustling party down below. It was invigorating knowing how close you were to so many people. Rafa was right behind you, his presence sending a pleasing shiver down your spine. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist as he started kissing your neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh. You felt his hips moving against your own as he guided you to the couch and then threw you on to it.

His jeans were tented noticeably and you hated how damn good he looked. Menacing and sensual while he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He set his gun down on the coffee table as he knelt down over you. "It's annoying how horny I've been since you came in looking like this. Who knew you could look so fuckable?"

Rafa's hands travelled down your body. First pushing your hair out of the way and over your shoulder. His dark hand gripped your jaw to kiss you slowly and with tongue. Then he held you down by your neck with one hand while the other travelled down the deep v of your dress. His finger tips gliding down your sternum between your breasts. Before he pushed the fabric aside and exposed them to the cool air of the private room. He intentionally pinched your nipples hard before finding the short hem of your dress and pushing it up to your waist.

"Easy access, I thought it would be convenient," You moaned out, as he fondled your bare pussy, not a string of an undergarment in sight.

"Consider this your birthday present," Rafa whispered as he teased your clit. His lips found yours for a moment before he kissed down your neck, chest, belly, then knelt down and made a home between your thighs.

Your fingers immediately gripped his thick curls as his tongue glided through your wetness. You had thought he would fuck you quickly like all the other times but this was different, he was savoring it, savoring you. His tongue delved into your weeping hole and you cried out. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure. His grip on your thighs was so hard it was almost painful but you didn't doubt that the way you yanked at his hair was equally as uncomfortable.

You relinquished your tight grip on his hair to sit up and look down at him. His deep dark eyes looking up at you from between your legs, his curls bouncing slightly, and his nose bumping against your clit all while he tongue fucked you was more than you could bare. You came hard, moaning his name like he owned you just as the door burst open.

"Rafa!" Sofia was standing at the doorway, a drink in each hand, and a shocked expression on her face. You didn't care to react, still coming down from your orgasmic high. You turned your head to her direction while Rafa sat back on his heels.

"Put the drinks on the table and leave," Rafa barked at her.

Sofia looked like she might cry but also like she could kill him. She hesitated, making Rafa pick up his gun and point it at her. As he did so he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. "You're interrupting her birthday present. So leave the drinks and get the fuck out of my sight. And don't you dare think about throwing them at her or I'll kill you where you stand, you arrogant bitch."

Sofia stomped forward and deposited the drinks on the table, making them spill slightly with the force at which she slammed them down. Rafa watched her turn and head for the door, all while fingering you and teasing your clit with his other hand. He called after her, "Close the door."

As soon as the door was latched, the narco grabbed one shot and threw it back. He took the other, taking it into his mouth and not swallowing. Rafa hovered over you, still working your pussy with one hand as he kissed your lips and fed you the shot with his mouth. The way he was consuming you, the way he had so viciously gotten rid of Sophia, and even the way he had gotten rid of Amado was overwhelming you. You needed his cock inside of you.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathy and moaning as his fingers played with you, "Gimme your cock, Rafa. I want the rest of my present."

"Fuck you like I want you dead, right?" Rafa grinned deviously. He latched his lips around one of your nipples, making you arch up against him. You heard his boots fall to the ground followed by his jeans. He sat up and swiftly pulled off your strappy heels. You couldn't help but admire his strong torso, tan skin, and his hard cock that he fisted in his hands.

The sight of his swollen tip and the dripping precum made you eager. Sitting up you simultaneously pushed him to sit back on the couch and threw your leg over his lap. Without a moment of hesitation you impaled yourself on his hard cock making the both of you groan in pleasure. Wasting no time you started to ride him, fingers threaded through his hair for leverage. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your rocking as the sounds of your fucking filled the room. The sounds of the club were muffled but the bass of the music was pounding in the walls.

You melted into the sensations. The feel of skin on skin. The wet slap of your hips slamming into his. The depth at which his cock delved inside of you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss before he took a turn to suck a mark into your neck, then the tops of your breasts. Your dress was crumpled at your waist, forgotten and useless.

Your orgasm came in a heavy wave of pleasure that had your hips stuttering. But Rafa held you close and rammed his hips upward, fucking you through your peak. He didn't stop when your spasming and clenching ceased. Instead he turned you down onto the couch, your sensitive nipples rubbing up against the fabric as he got on top of you. You bit the couch cushion preparing yourself for when he would stop running his fingers down your back, and cease his kisses on your shoulders. He guided his tip back to your pussy, his chest pressed against your back. Rafa thrust into your pussy from behind, his arms bracing himself above you.

He let out a laugh as he held your hip and then fisted your hair, nipping at your ear he whispered, "You're such a good little bitch when you want to be. Look at you taking me like the whore that you are. Loving it."

You chuckled between moans, turning your head so he could hear you, "Don't pretend you don't love how my pussy feels wrapped around you. Cum for me, Rafa. You said this was your present to me."

His pace quickened, making you cry out as you came again. But Rafa roared as he thrusted hard and deep three more times, spilling inside of you. He stilled, heaving breaths filling the room as he came down. He pulled out and flipped you over gently. Rafa pushed your hair off your sweaty forehead and kissed your cheek. He glanced down as he dipped his fingers between your legs. "You look your best with my cum dripping out of you."

You mewled as he glided a finger into your mess of a cunt and then pulled it out. Rafa brought it to your lips and you obediently took his finger into your mouth and licked it clean. He surprised you by kissing you deeply, tongues dancing against each other as your juices mingled.

When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled you half way on top of him, your leg draped over his and your head on his shoulder. Rafa sighed as you slowly succumb to post coital exhaustion. The tender kiss on your forehead surprised you. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft whisper of "Happy Birthday, preciosa."

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Well that took a life of it's own.

Read, Review, Reply, and Reblog my friends.

[deepinsideyourbeing]

NECESITO MÁS DE SUB SANTI PLIS 🙏🙏 o dom rafa, con cualquiera soy feliz

+18!

Interrumpir a tu novio es una costumbre que, paradójicamente, no siempre te permitís. Tiene el horrible hábito de pasar horas y horas estudiando sus libretos, olvidando descansar e ingerir alimentos y agua, así que cuando llamás su atención jamás se queja y accede -aunque con resignación- a hacer una pausa.

Hoy tus motivos eran más personales. Te esforzaste por resistir el impulso de reclamarle, intentaste complacer tus fantasías leyendo y contemplaste los juguetes que podrían aliviar tu necesidad, pero el deseo te ganó y terminaste arrancándole el libreto de las manos antes de sentarte en tu regazo.

-¿Qué pasa?- preguntó preocupado. Sus manos viajando desde tu cintura hasta tu cadera, y viceversa, poco hicieron para detener la excitación brotando de tu interior-. ¿Estás aburrida?

Ojalá fuera aburrimiento y no desesperación, pensaste, en tu rostro una mueca de hartazgo que no te molestaste en ocultar. Tenías la única intención de provocarlo, obtener alguna reacción diferente, pero Rafael sólo te regaló su característica sonrisa, dulce y serena, logrando deshacer el plan que habías tejido.

Y así fue como terminaste gritando de placer sobre su cuerpo, ignorando ese dolor en tus músculos que crece con cada salto, suspirando cuando sentís que sus dientes rozan tus pezones o marcan la piel de tus pechos entre cumplido y cumplido.

Negarte un poco de placer no es una opción para él. Jamás.

Observa el hipnótico panorama entre tus piernas, la manera en que con tus movimientos su miembro desaparece hasta que unos pocos centímetros son visibles. El vello en la base de su erección resplandece con tu humedad y recoge un poco con su pulgar antes de guiarlo hacia tu centro.

Comienza a jugar con tu clítoris y temblás.

-¿Así...?- pregunta cuando sollozás. No necesita una respuesta porque sabe todo lo que te gusta y cómo te gusta, pero disfruta ver la forma en que te desesperás por no poder contestar con coherencia, consciente de que él espera palabras.

Dirige su otra mano hacia tu cuello para poder besarte, sosteniéndote con firmeza. Gemís en su boca y aumenta el ritmo de su pulgar, de inmediato notando que tus paredes se contraen sobre su miembro y que tus movimientos se vuelven frenéticos.

Cuando rompés el beso el hilo que conecta tus labios y los suyos se corta luego de unos segundos y mancha tu mentón; Rafael no está seguro de que exista una imagen más erótica... hasta que te mordés los labios y cerrás los ojos con fuerza, luchando por recuperar la cordura y formar una oración.

El palpitar de su miembro te hace llorar.

-¿Puedo?

-Sí, princesa- besa la comisura de tus labios.

Te dejás caer, con tu mente nublada por el placer robándote la capacidad de concentrarte en nada que no sea tu orgasmo, así que decide guiar el vaivén de tus caderas mientras continúa tocándote. Intentás detenerlo pero es inútil.

Tu espalda arqueándose provoca que tus pezones erectos y en extremo sensible rocen su pecho, oculto por el material no tan suave de su camisa, sumando así otro estímulo que borra los últimos pensamientos de tu mente.

Excepto su nombre, que cae de tus labios como un mantra.

-Así, muy bien- repite una y otra vez-. Qué linda que sos...

taglist: @madame-fear @chiquititamia @creative-heart @recaltiente @llorented @deepinsideyourbeing @lastflowrr ♡

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader

RESTLESS

warning: smut (what’s new)

The hotel suite is quiet except for the muffled sounds of the city below. The match ended hours ago, but Rafael is still buzzing with adrenaline, his body tense as he paces the room. You watch him from the bed, propped up on your elbows, his jersey hanging loose on your frame—no shorts, just bare thighs peeking out from underneath.

“You should be celebrating,” you say, voice light but teasing. “Two goals, an assist, and man of the match? I’d be out partying if I were you.”

He scoffs, running a hand through his curls. “Not in the mood.”

“Not in the mood?” You raise a brow. “Baby, you just had half of san siro chanting your name. What’s wrong?”

Rafael exhales sharply, finally turning to you. His gaze drops to your exposed legs, and you see the shift in his expression. He’s frustrated. Restless. And suddenly, you know exactly what he needs.

You push up onto your knees, the mattress dipping as you crawl toward him. “Come here,” you murmur, voice softer now.

He doesn’t hesitate. The second he’s within reach, you tug him down onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the sheets. His hands slide under the jersey, fingers warm against your skin.

“You drive me crazy,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your jaw, trailing lower, biting and kissing your neck.

“Good,” you whisper back, tilting your head to give him more access. “Now let me help you relax, starboy.”

And when he finally lets go of the tension in his shoulders, letting you take control, you know the game isn’t over yet—it’s just getting started.

[therezhikitt]

Chapter Two is up!

"Rafa … likes Wrecker. She admits that. A lot. For himself, not only because his sexual inclinations mesh so well with hers.

Although that’s pretty astounding. They can barely keep their hands off each other. Or any other body parts. And for all the quantity, and quality, of the sex, she’s hornier for him now than on that very first night.

It’s more about … his easy nature and uncomplicated personality.  The kindness. The uproarious, vulgar jokes that make her laugh until she cries, something she hasn’t done much of in the last several years."

[chaoticcatbunny]

Multiverse_chaos AO3

Masterlist

Completed Works:

Oneshots-

Growing Pains (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/45022414 Rated: G

Soulmates (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46434328 Rated: M

Eyes on Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46867267 Rated: E

My Blood, My Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48432094 Rated: G

My Omega (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828244 Rated: T

Cafes and Love Songs (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48853210 Rated: T

You Saved Me from Hell (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48914614 Rated: E

Are You Crazy?! (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49010368 Rated: M

Lazy Sunday (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49164049 Rated: G

Regret Eats the Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49304356 Rated: M

Can We Try That Again? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49349137 Rated: T

Sink Your Teeth into Something Holy (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49373233 Rated: T

Stay and Cuddle with Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49397203 Rated: T

To Love a Teacher (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49420009 Rated: T

Till My Last Breath (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49442767 Rated: T

The Woman in the Sea (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49465672 Rated: T

The Underworld and Spring (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49496779 Rated: T

Reminiscing the Past (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50333056 Rated: T

Don't Say It (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50469313 Rated: E

Through the Mirror (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50517694 Rated: E

Make You Mine (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50548057 Rated: E

Scent Blockers and Heat (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50577352 Rated: E

Ropes and Toys (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50602705 Rated: E

Candles Aren't Just for Decoration (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50628742 Rated: E

Long Distance Fun (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50653843 Rated: E

Feed on Lust (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50687932 Rated: E

How Long Can You Last? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50707534 Rated: E

The Warriors and the Godking (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50740750 Rated: E

A Different Kind of Throne (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50768110 Rated: E

Knife + Adrenaline = Sex (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50842588 Rated: E

Did He Just Do That? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50843770 Rated: E

Drive Me Insane (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50892724 Rated: E

Behave, Little Lamb (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50945446 Rated: E

Dancing in the Living Room (MacGyver, 2016): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51182017 Rated: T

The Lust of a God (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526240 Rated: E

Multichapter-

Strengthening the Alliance (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44524090/chapters/111991342 Chapters: 12, Rated: E

Various Male Characters x Female Reader Smut (multi- fandom): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46310926/chapters/116594665 Chapters: 22, Rated: E

You're My Fate (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48876073/chapters/123299197 Chapters: 2, Rated: M

Cartels and Omegas Don't Mix (Narcos: Mexico): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619566/chapters/125237029 Chapters: 2, Rated: E

This is a masterlist of all of my completed works on AO3, if you have any questions or want anything specific my asks are open just please be nice. I'll do a masterlist of my AO3 WIPs soon.

[this-sapphic-paradise]

this new chapter. Listen. was perfection. deserves awards. Thank You.

ahdjfkahdhfkfl! Thank you!!!

I hope to keep feeding you guys 😋

[theanimeroom]

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK AM I MISSING RN

good morning god, it’s me again. rafayel in the new banner trailer has me whimpering, crying tears down my face and legs. i’m in heat. im rubbing my hands together like an evil fly, plotting. both lips are smiling. took my clothes off, stood up, and applauded. i’m dropping our kids off at school and im coming home to make him breakfast in nothing but an apron. we’re gonna fuck on every single piece of furniture in the house in 13 different positions in less than 4 minutes. my knees are bruised but he’s still throbbing in my mouth and i’m gonna keep going until the sun sets and then rises again. i want him to maul me and im gonna cum when he does it. i’m pulling on his wolfcut and my nails are scratching bloody marks into his back. my body is covered in his bite marks. i am battered and beat and i like it. oh my god it’s all over my screen, it’s dripping from the walls, the carpet is soaked. my ovaries are uterus are weeping for him.

[solifloris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑, 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x reader | rafayel x reader | xavier x reader | zayne x reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : collection of drabbles, afab!reader, car racer!reader pwp (without plot), good luck sex, reward sex vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy petting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft sex, slow sex, rough sex, praise, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names "miss hunter" "miss bodyguard" "angel" "baby" "sweetheart" "darling" "pipsqueak", lmk if i missed any tags !!

On the day of an important race, the boys would ensure you would be spoiled to no end.

Ღ ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ; ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴇx

Caleb groaned against your ear, pressing his cock deep inside of you before slowly pulling out, repeating the same motions. You watched as his eyes closed out of pleasure, and you smiled—this had been his idea, having insisted that he'd wanted to wish you good luck for your race today... Yet you knew that he was holding back for you.

Your hands ran over his arms, cooing—"Aw, Caleb, you're being so gentle... What happened? I thought you liked doing me in rough, hm?"

"Shit. Careful what you're asking for, pipsqueak. Wouldn't wanna make it hard for you to walk on your big day."

His words almost made you giggle, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as if to pull him in for a kiss. "Thank you, Caleb," you whispered, nuzzling him. "It is nice to have a little extra luck like this, even when I know you'll be there watching me."

A moan fell from your lips as he stilled, feeling the rush of his warm release coating you.

"Oh, I'll be watching, alright, miss hunter." The tease in his voice was back, despite the evident breathlessness in the way that he spoke. "This should give you a proper good luck charm, right?"

For good measure, he pulled out of you only to plug his cum back in with his fingers, looking at you with a wink.

Ღ ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ ; ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴇx

"Beautiful."

A kiss on your jawline.

"Captivating."

A kiss on your shoulder.

"Absolutely divine."

Rafayel brought his lips to your neck next, watching as you threw your head back with a moan, his teeth grazing your skin before biting down onto your soft flesh.

"R-Rafa! Please—"

His hips snapped into you, unrelenting in their pace. "Oh, but that was a show, miss bodyguard," he teased, and you could feel the smirk on his lips. "You're good at it, I'll give you that. It was a joy to watch you race, see you cross the finish line with ease... And might I say that you looked..."

Rafayel licked at the bruise he'd made on your neck, and then leaned up to whisper in your ear—"...Radiant, in that suit."

You whimpered, eyes rolling back, trembling with release for the third time that night.

"Mmh... Fuck, yeah.... Just like that, baby..." He grit his teeth as he felt you lock him tight in your walls, but he didn't stop there—Spurred on by another moan of his name, his cock twitched inside of you, and he started to move once more. "Ngh. Been thinking of taking you like this the whole damn time..."

"Ah—! Rafayel, shit—"

"Yeah? You like that? Then say my name again, princess."

And suffice to say you'd be moaning his name all night.

Ღ xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ; ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴇx

"M'sorry, angel..." Xavier mumbled soft words of apology, looking into your eyes with a pout. He had you cradled in his arms, a gentle roll of his hips as your eyes fluttered, feeling lulled into comfort by the rhythmic drag of his cock against your walls.

"Mmm," you sighed, tilting your head up for a kiss that he gladly gave to you—breathless, and tender, just like the way he was sliding in and out of your heat. "It's okay, Xav... Really, you don't have to apologize..."

It was the day of your autorace; a bi-monthly event in Linkon City that most of its residents came by to watch. You, having loved racing since you were a kid, had worked hard to be selected as one of its participants—you could say it was somewhat like a dream to you, and Xavier knew just as well how much you'd been looking forward to this day.

Yet, he wouldn't be there.

While Jenna had been considerate enough to allow you a day free of missions, the same had not been true for your partner. The Wanderers wouldn't rest just because you did, after all... And Xavier was upset about it, but you understood. You couldn't ever bring yourself to be mad at him, after all.

But here he was, trying to make it up to you by giving you that slow, comforting morning sex that he knew you always loved.

He left fluttering kisses all over your face, before sighing. "I know. I just... I wish I could see you..." His forehead rest against yours. "But I know you'll do so well, angel. I promise I'll be home as quick as I can."

Ღ ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ ; ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴇx

Earlier this morning, he had been nothing but sweet to you. Soft strokes of your hair, a little chuckle escaping his lips, and then a short remark of observation—"You're too easily flustered, sweetheart."

He'd never take any chances by riling you up before your race, so that was all he did, but he made sure to remind you very carefully to please take care of yourself, and please not to push yourself too hard.

With a kiss for good luck, Zayne couldn't be there at the race itself—you knew it, and he knew it, and now, for that, he was making it up to you.

He'd gotten home late, and you were already lying in his bed, lazily scrolling through your phone... You barely had time to react before you were pinned underneath him, a familiar glint in his amber yellow eyes that made you squirm.

"I heard my darling did well today," he'd said with a smile, "and for that, I would think she deserves a reward. Would you like that, sweetheart?"

You knew better than to meekly nod your head, and responded with an eager yes, and here you are—hands pinned against the headboard, cock drilling into you deeply, moans of his name spilling out from your opened mouth like chants of a prayer.

"Good girl." He praised you, forehead pressed against yours, eyes drinking in your every expression. "My good, good girl. You did so, so wonderfully well today."

It was the best reward you could have dreamed of, and it was just like Zayne to know exactly what you wanted.

Good girls deserved to be pampered, after all.

⁺₊ / an: i took a lot of liberties with this one, but this was a cute, fun little request to kill some time with!!

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[b38rman]

THROUGH THE MOTIONS [pt. 1] ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚ Ollie Bearman

series tags - ollie bearman x afab!reader, enemies to lovers, slight angst, slight sickfic moment, eventual smut, explicit sexual content

synopsis - Between you getting an international driving permit and a rental car or having to spend time carpooling with the Ferrari Driver Academy co-driver you despised the most, you just had to choose the more difficult option. (Spoiler alert: it didn’t have anything to do with getting the permit or a rental car.)

parts - 1 | 2

rating - part 1 - teen and up readers

warnings - ollie being awkward and a little mean , a really bad flu

a/n - comments and feedback are very much appreciated! 💞

The dawn October breeze in Maranello had a certain bite to it. Still, even if you couldn’t figure out if you loved it or hated it, you knew you’d never get tired of it. 

The ever-cooling air stung your nostrils as you took a breath in. Despite the unpleasant bodily sensations, you had to stand outside, dressed in firetruck red, because Ollie told you to.

“—Or else I’m not picking you up.” The snark commanded. 

Ever since you signed with the Ferrari Driver Academy, shifting gears to work with Prema in your upcoming season, you’d put off getting a rental car and a driver’s permit like any sensible person would have done. Instead, you chose to rely on overpriced modes of transportation to get you places on time. 

Rene brought up the idea first in passing during a dinner you were having, Ollie and you comically sitting as far apart as possible. The latter kept his head down, infuriatingly emotionless at the topic. 

The arrangement was cemented though when Jock had one-too-much of you being barely on time. Ollie, who initially grinned and rolled his eyes at your predicament, fell eerily silent. However, if you two were anything besides enemies, you were people pleasers. 

You watched as the familiar black Volkswagon pulled into the front of your host family’s house. A pool of anxiety flooded your stomach, but you fought it and entered the car.

It was warm inside. It smelled like him.

You didn’t dare make eye contact with him, even though you felt his gaze on you as you set your bag down and put your seatbelt on.

“You good?” Ollie asked, and you were surprised with how soft his voice sounded. You felt your guard rising as you knew he could use any interaction against you.

“Yes.” Your tone stayed flat—neutral.

The car ride was silent and a tinge awkward, just like how every early interaction you had with Ollie was. The thing is, you got along with everyone just fine; in fact, every other FDA driver felt like family already, if only Ollie didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. 

It was in the little things—like how Ollie would be telling a story to everyone else and he’d go quiet the moment you walked in the room, or how Dino or Rafa would ask if you were coming to a hangout you weren’t invited to in the first place. It was pathetic to feel like you were left out, but honestly you couldn’t help it.

That initial awkwardness turned into slight bitterness. The passive-aggressive nature of your interactions bled into everything you did. You figured that two could play this game.

No matter how hard you resisted, you felt your body begin to slip into the early morning fatigue. The warmth, the rumble of the car beneath you, and the wear and tear of the past weeks were definitely getting to you.

You hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep until you felt hands tugging on your jacket. 

“We’re here.” Ollie stated blankly, pulling on the handbrake and turning the engine off. 

“Right, yeah.” You rushed out of the car before the embarassment could set in.

Your routine was repetitive enough to be sickening, and you’d endure car rides to and from the factory for days on end as long as it wasn’t a race week that Ollie had to be in.

Both of you barely said anything about it though, which was surprising given that things often turned into wars of who could have the final say between the two of you. To be fair, once, you fought about which Mario Kart set up was the best for Heaven’s sake. Let’s just say it didn’t end well and the other drivers had to intervene.

Today, though, you’d come off a week of late nights at the simulator to help with the team’s data. Ollie was conveniently away, leading you to be more resourceful than efficient about getting home. It involved a lot more walking, waiting, biking or a combination of the three. 

As a result, the cold had finally decided to seep into your bones and you were down with a flu so bad you were sure you were having visions. 

You could barely sit up and eat, much less check your phone. A half-eaten, day-old bowl of soup was getting cold on your bedside table, and you honestly felt more helpless than anything.

The days were lost on you, and once Monday rolled around, who could ble you for forgetting to tell Ollie about any of this.

You tossed and turned in your bed as the sun crept through your blinds. More voices were present in the hallway, which was unusual but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything but pure exhaustion to the point of apathy. 

Due to this, your eyes or brain didn’t have time to process Ollie opening your bedroom door and stomping right in.

“I told you I wouldn’t pick you up if you weren’t outside.” His attempt to tell you off didn’t sound all that convincing. 

You just hummed in response, but the weird feeling in your stomach began to grow as he shut the door behind him. You closed your eyes, like that would do anything to stop how your body was responding. 

You weren’t sure why or if you were imagining it, but Ollie made his way to sit on the side of your bed you weren’t curled into. It felt like a flu-induced hallucination, but you could feel his warmth and his scent emanating from near you. 

Maybe you were just really sick. Maybe he smelled like mint and citrus and you wanted nothing else but to bury yourself in the smell. You were so tired. 

You felt a warm, calloused hand reluctantly lay itself on your temple, You prayed he didn’t feel your pulse racing.

“You’ve got temperature.” He muttered under his breath. 

“I’m freezing though.” You answered back, not missing a beat but with an evident lump in your throat. You finally made yourself look at him, and he looked back at you with something that looked almost like worry. 

Ollie began shedding his coat, one you’d seen him wear a dozen times to the factory. You were honestly confused about what was happening until he pulled your comforter down and began helping you into it. Afterwards, it probably looked like you were about to head to work in pajamas and a uniform far too big for you. 

His warmth and scent enveloped you to the point that you weren’t sure if you were breathing at all. You were still really cold though. 

“I’ll make you some tea.” He said, getting up and doing just that right as he did. 

You weren’t sure where this kindness was coming from, but it definitely did feel like a white flag being waved upon the wars you were having. Even if it was just for now. 

He returned not too long after, persuading you to drink the cup of ginger tea all at once. It was the first thing you consumed in a really long time.

“You’re much less scary like this.” Ollie said sheepishly as you drank the rest of the tea. 

“Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” You tried to add some bite into the words. Your bodily weakness wouldn’t let that happen. 

Ollie didn’t respond. Instead, he just looked at you. You wanted to curl up and hide under his gaze, all because you couldn’t figure out if it felt better or worse than being scrutinized by him. Right now, he looked at you with a wonder you weren’t sure was genuine. 

“I’m—um—done with the tea.” You stammered out, handing him the cup as a way to get both of you out of the conversational grid lock. 

He moved to set the tea cup right beside the bowl of soup on your bedside table. 

You weren’t entirely sure what happened next. All you remember was you drifting off with Ollie on his phone still by your side. 

You woke up in a cold sweat at one point, trying to get up but a warm, comfortably weight was wrapped around you. You decided to go back to sleep.

The next time you woke up, it was dark. Ollie was nowhere to be seen.

And all you had left of him was his jacket. 

[ramp-it-up]

I love this one. So, so much.

Dammit, Rafa!

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.6 K

Warnings: Minors DNI, Very light BDSM, a lil bit of Dom! Rafa and a lot of Sub! Rafa, Rocky Horror Picture Show live Shadow Cast, Oral sex (m, f receiving), slight breeding kink if you blink. drug use (just say no), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: This is a combination of an ask from @theatrenerd86 and a lovely anon as seen below. I JUST really read your ask and I think I changed it a little bit. I was so excited for the concept. I hope this is okay. 🥴

Rafael Santiago Casal was stressed out.

You had just the thing.  

As soon as you were able to get him out of the bedroom and on the couch after his jetlag, you presented him with the opportunity to make good on the bet he lost at the last friends-who-are family get together. 

Keep reading

[namorslutfanfiction]

ANOTHER BLURB ASK GAME

Send me a number and a character (Rafa, Alejandro, Namor, and Tenoch) and I will write a little blurb. 500words or less tbh.

Please keep it one prompt and one character per ask. But you can request multiple times.

“Want a massage? I've been told that I’m very good with my hands” *gets a pillow thrown at them*

“YOU ASSHOLE” “HEY what did I do” “WHAT DIDNT YOU DO?? I WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PRESENTATION and I took my jacket off and the CEO of the company is asking me if I got hurt because I have a bruise on my neck.”

”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”

“I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous, cause your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place.”

"Look, I was just innocently trying to mind my own business and have a drink when an angel walked by and took my breath away. That's you. You're the angel."

I made a promise to protect you. That doesn't change now that I hate you.

What would you have preferred? Drowning or burning? That was all you had left if I hadn't saved you.

You are safe here. I know that you think you have to be the one protecting everyone else. But here, I protect you.

If you turn away, if you walk out of this room, you sign your death sentence. Do not make me kill one who I dreamt of a whole future with.

Did you just moan? He literally just walked in and your first response is to moan?

Why do you still have that? *nervously tries to hide object*

Beg me. Beg me to make you mine.

You have no idea what you do to me? You could have me at your beck and call. Just ask.

I know this isn't what you had planned. But I am happy that it happened.

I would die for you. I would kill for you. Is that not enough?

Look at me. Don't think about any of them. Look at me, my love. Breathe. I am here, I will always be here. No one will hurt you.

Horrific. Honestly, it's just disgusting. I'm not wearing that.

God has favorites and so do I. And guess what you're neither of ours.

I'm really going to need you to stop glowering so loudly. It's giving me a migraine.

You have no sense of self preservation if you have come here to yell at me!

A lot has changed. But one thing that won't is how much I love you.

"Who did this?!" "It's none of your business!" "YOU are my business. Now tell me."

I imagined our reunion being a bit warmer than this.

Did you get a tattoo? Oh God.

Will you hurry up? I haven't got all day to lay here.

If you break my heart I will make your life a living hell. So Don't. :)

Nothing, I was not distracted by your (insert body part here), not at all. You're being weird.

"Is that?" "Yes" "Wait here." "Don't-"

"I know I'm not your first love but let me be your last."

"You can't win against someone who has nothing to lose."

"I'm gonna kiss you, just go with it okay."

"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."

"Obviously you've mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit"

"I'm gonna pack up and go straight to hell now, I guess."

"She knows all my secrets, except one: that I'm in love with her."

"Don't do it, don't lie to me again."

"You aren't cold?" "Why would I be cold?" "Nevermind."

"Fuck you." "if you insist."

"So is this a costume or do you normally look like this?"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"You're more dangerous than you look."

"Scoot over, you're hogging the bed."

"Run, don't look back. Promise me you won't look back."

"I can't believe you just did that. You actually hit me."

"Blood looks good on you."

"What have you done to me? How did you make me care so much about you?"

"I'm angry, I'm livid, I'm absolutely fucking furious with you. But there's no point to it. You'll never change and I'll still love you."

"You deserved better than what you had, so I gave you better."

"Say that again."

"I admire you. You're stronger than I am."

"Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

"The man who wins your heart will be so lucky."

"My family thinks we are dating."

"Let me go! I swear to god if you don't let me go I'll kill every last one of you!"

"Marry me." "Well that wasn't very romantic." "I didn't think we had the luxury."

"Can I love you?"

"I'm not going to leave you."

"I gave up on you a long time ago."

"I don't want to know."

"But I want to hear you sing."

Person A finds out Person B loves them after eaves dropping on a conversation.

"will i see you again?" "i can't make any promises..."

"i can't take this.." "i want you to have it. think of me."

"I didn't think I would ever feel like this about anyone."

“You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?”

“You’re right.  I don’t understand.  I may never fully understand what you’re going through.  But please let me help you get through this.”

"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.

"You have a pretty smile, you should really do it more often."

"Admit it! You've liked me all along!"

"I thought you died!"

"You've been smiling an awful lot lately."

"Why do you do that? You always do shit like this and confuse me."

"You're in my personal space." "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Don't leave me, I'm scared."

He just screams internally about being touched but tries to act cool on the outside.

“I don’t know, maybe you should hop off my dick for a second. Just a thought.” “That’s not what you said last night.”

“…Why are you staying the night?” “Because it’s late and I’m feeling too tired to drive/walk home. Now scoot the fuck over, someone needs to get their sleep.”

“You’re going to fucking break me one day.” “That’s my goal, sweetheart.”

“do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”

"Take my hand." "Why?" "Would you just trust me for one?"

“not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”

“your heart’s beating really fast, i can hear it.”

 “you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”

“So I hear you’re into pain?”

“What the fuck?  Do that again.  I liked it.”

“Don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.” 

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“i wish we’d have more time.”

“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”

“…You’re staring.” “I was not.” “I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eyes closed.” 

"If you think that's going to work on me, you're wrong."

"I hope you know that I did this all for you."

"Regret you? How could I ever regret one of the best decisions of my life?"

"Of course I'm jealous!"

"my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second."

"Come here, baby. I want to try something."

"Just relax. It's my turn to pamper you."

"You really have this whole gruff exterior going but deep down, you're a softie."

"You're like a cinnamon roll full of poison."

“Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay?”

It's a long list friends, happy requesting.

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader

LOCKER ROOM FUN

warning: smut

The music in the locker room is loud, the bass vibrating through the walls. You shouldn't even be here, but Rafael had sent you a text with nothing but a location pin and a smirking emoji. And now you're standing in front of him, arms crossed, watching as he leans back against the bench, still in his compression shorts, skin glistening from his post-match shower.

"You played well today," you say, voice smooth but teasing. "That goal? Not bad."

Rafael's eyes flick to you, amusement dancing in them. He can tell you're playing with him. "Not bad?" He repeats, tilting his head. "That's all you got for me?"

Your lips curl into a smirk, stepping closer, deliberately slow. "What? You want me to get on my knees and worship you for it?"

His jaw clenches, but he laughs, shaking his head. "Nah," he leans in slightly, voice dropping lower. "I want you to ride me like you rode that bike here."

Your breath catches, but you don't hesitate. You swing one leg over him, straddling his lap before you can think twice about it. His hands grip your hips instantly, fingers digging in just enough to make your stomach flutter.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, voice thick with approval.

The locker room is empty-at least for now-but the risk makes your blood run hotter. You know at any moment, someone could walk in. But when Rafael's lips brush your jaw, his breath warm against your skin, you decide you don't care.

this was my first time ever writing an imagine so be kind 🙏

[therezhikitt]

“Buy you another drink, soldier?” She nods at the Corellian ale in front of him.

The answer is a negative grunt, followed by, “I got my own drinkin’ money.” Tight lipped, verging on surly.

“Or is drink a code word for something?”

“Would you like it to be?”

<> A follow-up to "Pretty Eyes" <>