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[mattscoquette]

reader going through perv!matt’s journal

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

[rafesangelita]

♡ when you’re so wet that rafe keeps slipping out..

warnings: making out, heavy petting, dry humping (not really, it’s pretty messy), finger sucking, cockwarming (?), unprotected sex, praise, teasing, rafe being super pussy drunk, belly bulge, size kink, biting, slight dacryphilia

“fuck, look at those hips..” rafe pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two as he dragged you up and down his lap, his large palms enveloping the soft globes of your ass. with shaky hands, you held onto his shoulders as you rocked on top of him, your panties drenched with your arousal. “need’ you, ray..” you whimpered, “please.” rafe pressed a trail of sloppy kisses across your collarbone, his tongue licking a stripe up the column of your throat as your eyes fluttered shut.

he navigated your body like it was the back of his hand, his skillful touch turning you into putty. rafe could feel your heat through his boxers, the soaked fabric making him groan as his hardened cock strained against the material. “i’ll give it you, baby, don’t worry,” he landed a harsh smack to your ass, ripping a yelp from your lips, “wet those fingers for me.” rafe could only imagine how slippery your cunt would feel swallowing him whole, your slick alone already making you glide easily on top of the layers separating you two from full penetration.

giggling softly, rafe watched as your hand disappeared underneath the waistband of your panties, his breath hitching once you held up your fingers, a pool of your sticky succulence glistening underneath the dim light. knowing that he was the one to make you like this made him twitch with need, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he brought your digits to his mouth. with a baited breath, you gasped softly when he took your juices on his tongue, the man in front of you moaning at the taste.

no matter how many times rafe found his head between your thighs, he could never get used to how intoxicating you were, all of his senses and primal instincts honing in on fucking you stupid. without wasting another second, rafe was quick to take himself out of his boxers, a hiss leaving his lips as his length smacked against your tummy. peeling back the lace material of your underwear, he slid them down your legs until he caught sight of the absolute mess between your thighs.

laying you down on your back, rafe brought your knees up to your chest, using one hand to press on your lower abdomen and the other to guide himself between your folds. he was so hard, he had to use his thumb to keep the tip of his cock down so he could enter your needy cunt. he marveled at the size difference, the head of his length stopping just below your belly button. “fuck, i’m gonna wreck you..” he trailed off, toying with your clit before slipping inside, filling you up inch by inch until you were crying out in both pleasure and pain.

with the hand that he had on your stomach, he guided your own over the budge in your tummy, your eyes widening slightly as he started thrusting into you at a steady pace. “you feel that? ‘feel the way my cock fills you up to the fucking brim?” your eyes rolled back at the same time you whined out a ‘f-fuck, yes!’ into your palm. your walls stretched deliciously around the the welcomed intrusion that was his length, your pussy clenching around him for all that he had. the sounds falling from your lips were nothing short of pornographic, the moans and choked sobs only pushing rafe closer to the edge.

he sped up until his skin was slapping against your own, your back arching off of the bed when he slipped out and stroked your clit with the underside of his cock. you shrieked at the sensation, your legs trembling in sensitivity. “too much..” you shook your head, bringing your legs down to wrap around his waist instead. rafe groaned, your slick dripping down his length as he tapped your glossy folds. “you’re so fucking wet, i’m slipping right out,” he grunted, “this is what i do to you, ‘pretty girl?” he leaned down, nipping the sensitive part of your neck.

he kept himself nestled inside of you for a few moments, letting you revel in being so utterly full. you gave him an approving hum, your nails digging into his skin as he bit you softly across your collarbone. starting up his thrusts again, he slipped out as soon as he picked up the pace, the action making him curse under his breath. your eyes watered in frustration, your bottom lip pulled tightly between your teeth. rafe saw your tears, the sight shooting straight to his cock. he loved seeing how delirious he made you, his chest filling up with pride as you looked up at him with that fucked-out gaze.

soon after he continued, your high was hitting you in intense waves, the coil in the pit of your stomach snapping in two as rafe watched your eyebrows knit together, the added mess between your thighs only making his hips stutter with his own climax painting your walls. “rafe!” you screamed in his ear, his thumb slipping between your lips for you to bite down on while he twitched and convulsed inside of you. a shiver ran down his back as he caged you tightly between his arms, his seed spilling out of you as you both went through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

once you were okay, rafe pressed a kiss to your lips, stroking the side of your face before rolling over to your side. “what’s your ring size?” he sighed, pulling you against his chest. you laughed softly, slightly confused at the words that left his mouth. “why?” rafe’s chest was rising and falling as he glanced down at you, meeting your eyes. “are you kidding me? i need to lock this pussy down. like tonight.”

[synvil]

“and for my husband,” // rafe cameron blurb

synopsis : you do the 'husband' trend on your boyfriend.

“that’ll be a large,”

as you dig into your wallet, pulling out some cash to pay for your drinks, rafe doesn’t even realize what comes out of your lips until it’s too late. “and my husband will take an expresso.”

the cashier doesn’t seem to care or even notice his widened eyes as she rings you up, while her coworker gets started on your drinks. “your total will be $10.49. are you paying cash or card?”

you hand a ten dollar bill and a one dollar bill and hold it out for her. “cash.” you reply, watching as she takes it from you and you can notice rafe is staring at you, with parted lips.

did you just say what he think he heard?

"that'll be a few minutes on the end."

"great, thank you." you share a smile before reaching for rafe's hand and dragging him over to the opposite end of the counter to wait. rafe has no other choice but to follow after, cheeks undoubtedly a tinge of pink. still holding your hand, he pulls you towards him, making you spin to him.

"so.. husband, huh?"

you purse your lips to hide your breaking smile as you peer up at him innocently. "hm? what's wrong?"

rafe chuckles in disbelief at your innocent act and coy attitude as his grin grows wider. "what was that all about just now? im your husband now?"

you simply shrug and turn away but the mischievous smile curling on your lips give you away. "well, eventually right? i have to practice at some point." as you're giggling, rafe just shakes his head with a small roll of his eyes but his smile softens.

and when he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, he hums. meanwhile his other hand lays in his pocket, his fingers wrapped around a small velvet box.

"well, that's the plan."

a/n : just fluff. i think doing tiktok trends on rafe would be so cute and funny haha. i might make a series lmao.

[littlelamy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nottsangel]

— porn link (cw: double vaginal penetration)

ever since that one drunken night where you found yourself in bed with your two friends, mattheo and theo, threesomes have become a regular occurrence— happening about a few times a week. as much as they both try to give you plenty of attention during those moments, you can sense their undeniable and almost intimate closeness from a mile away, despite their insistence that they’re simply close friends.

your suspicions were finally confirmed the moment they asked to try something… specific. usually, the threesomes involved one of them fucking your mouth and the other pounding into your pussy, or sometimes even double penetration with both your ass and cunt filled. however, this time they suggested trying double vaginal penetration— something you hadn’t done before. and while they kept telling you how good it would feel for you, you could see right through their convincing words— this wasn’t about you, it was about them.

the moment they both entered you, a sharp hiss escaped their mouths, gripping your trembling body tightly while struggling to compose themselves. it was an intense sensation they had never experienced before. for once, they weren’t seperated by your thin skin— instead, their pulsating cocks were pressed together, fully surrounded by the warmth of your cunt. both boys were in heaven, swollen lips parted in ecstasy, eyes fluttering shut as they thrust slowly, knowing that if they went any faster, they would cum in an instant.

and after that first time, they crave double vaginal penetration above everything else every time again, completely addicted to the sensation. they claim it’s because your pussy just feels so fucking good that they both can’t get enough of it— but you know better. you know it’s because it’s the only time they can rub their cocks together, using your cunt merely as an excuse to feel each other, skin on skin.

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decided to write a lil smth since you guys wanted to see the porn links i send to @rafesthroatbaby in the dms :p

[nativegirltapes]

angel!reader dressing up as Lola Bunny for Halloween bc it’s drews cartoon crush!!! hehe she gets her shit plowed so good!!

pairing 𐙚 drew x angel!reader (younger!reader)

warnings 𐙚 sex. i kind of hate this but hopefully u will like it <3 drew calls reader bunny during sex oops 🧁

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you told drew he wasn’t allowed to know what your costume was until you personally showed him. you and him had a halloween party with his friends coming up soon so you figured now was the perfect time; a few days before the party.

“okay coming out.” you shouted from drew’s bathroom. you had nervous butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to impress drew, and even if you weren’t dressed as his cartoon crush; lola bunny, he still would have thought you looked perfect. a ketchup bottle costume would make him happy.

“let’s see it baby.” drew uncovered his eyes, which you told him he could do when you said you were ready. "you did some research huh?" drew giggled, getting up from his seat on the bed, admiring you as you spun around for him. of course taking good long peek at your ass, it looked so good in those white booty shorts you chose.

drew thought it was funny but also adorable how you’d managed to find out who his cartoon crush was, although it wasn’t hard to find. the amount of interviews you watched with drew was quite embarrassing and definitely one thing you’d never admit aloud to him.

"do you like it?" you batted your eyelashes while looking up at him. "do i like it?" drew pulled you closer to him. "i love it baby." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. which turned into more than just a kiss, very quickly.

before you knew it drew was drilling into you from behind, telling you how nasty you were. that was, politely of course.

“you’re so nasty. you know?” drew’s grip on your hips tightened as you felt him hit deeper and harder inside of you. “i love it.”

“fuck, drew.” you mewled out. if you knew how turned on drew would get from a lola bunny costume you could have worn it ages ago.

“you look so pretty while getting fucked from behind.” drew huffed out, he was out of breath, which meant he was gonna cum soon. “even with that stupid bunny costume.”

“stupid?” you turned your head back to look at him, fully ready to start an argument while drew was literally pounding into you.

“you know what i meant bunny.”

[jungwnies]

the dad who stepped up | carlos sainz (cs55)

୨ৎ : featuring : carlos sainz x fem!reader/singlemom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up!

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 947

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a cute little story, i can only imagine the spanglish going crazy in this household <3 psa... intentionally all lowercase

carlos never thought about being a dad so soon. sure, he wanted kids someday, but he always figured it would come later, after racing, after settling down. what he didn���t expect was for you to walk into his life, a single mom with a baby boy who barely knew how to say papa yet.

he met you when your son, nico, was only eight months old. you had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring someone into your child’s life unless you were sure. but carlos? carlos was patient. he never rushed you, never forced his way in. he just showed up.

at first, it was small things; holding nico when your arms were full, rocking him to sleep when he got fussy, making faces at him across the dinner table just to see him giggle. then, before either of you knew it, nico wasn’t just some baby carlos happened to know. he was his boy.

now, four years later, carlos can’t imagine life any other way.

—

"okay, buddy, one more time, but this time big swings," carlos calls from the backyard, watching as nico grips his tiny golf club, determination all over his little face.

you stand nearby, sipping on a lemonade, watching your two favorite people as the warm breeze rustles through the trees.

nico, tongue sticking out in concentration, takes a swing, too hard, and the plastic ball rolls about a foot away.

"that was amazing!" carlos exclaims, throwing his hands up as if nico just hit a hole-in-one at augusta.

"it barely moved!" nico whines, stomping his foot.

carlos kneels beside him, adjusting his grip. "the trick isn’t power, campeón (champion), it’s control. even papá sainz had to learn that."

you smile, shaking your head as you watch them. “carlos, if you turn him into a golf snob before he even learns how to ride a bike, we’re gonna have a problem.”

carlos grins over his shoulder at you. “you say that now, but when he’s winning the masters, you’ll be thanking me.”

nico nods along, even though he has absolutely no idea what the masters is. “sí, mami! (yes, mommy!)”

your heart melts every time nico switches between english and spanish so naturally, something carlos had made sure to teach him from the moment he could talk.

—

later that evening, after dinner, you’re curled up on the couch together, nico snuggled in between you and carlos with his favorite book in hand.

“papá, can you read the book en español? (papa, can you read the book in spanish?)” nico asks, eyes wide with excitement.

carlos raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “sí, pero solo un poquito, eh? (yes, but just a little, okay?) i don’t want you getting confused.”

you smile, resting your head against carlos’s shoulder as he begins reading, seamlessly switching between english and spanish.

"the little dog ran through the…el bosque (the forest)…looking for his friend… pero no lo encontró (but he didn’t find him). so he kept running and running…hasta que… (until…)"

nico listens intently, repeating some of the words in his tiny voice.

“bosque!” he says proudly.

carlos grins, tapping his nose gently. “eso! muy bien, campeón. (that’s it! very good, champion.)”

you watch as carlos pauses and turns to nico. “and what’s a bosque?”

nico scrunches his little face, thinking hard before answering, “umm… a forest?”

carlos nods approvingly. “exacto! (exactly!)”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i swear, this kid is gonna be fluent before i am.”

carlos smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “well, mamá, looks like you need some spanish lessons too.”

you playfully elbow him, making him chuckle.

just as you think nico is starting to doze off, his tiny voice pipes up.

“papá, i’m sleepy… pero i want uno más cuento. (papa, i’m sleepy… but i want one more story.)”

carlos lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exhaustion. “one more? vale, uno más. (okay, one more.)”

he flips the page, his voice soft as he continues reading. you feel nico’s breathing slow, his tiny body relaxing between the two of you.

you glance up at carlos, who is watching nico with that same gentle, loving look he always has. he catches you staring and gives you a small smile, his fingers reaching out to brush over your hand.

“you know,” you whisper, “you never had to do any of this.”

carlos furrows his brows. “what do you mean?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. “i mean… you didn’t have to be his dad. you could’ve just dated me and kept your distance. but instead, you’re his person. and i just… i don’t know. i hope you know how much i love you for that.”

carlos studies you for a moment before shaking his head, as if the thought of not stepping up for nico is ridiculous. he lifts your intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“i didn’t have to, amor,” he murmurs. “i wanted to. i chose this. i chose you. i chose him. and i’d do it again a thousand times over.”

tears prick your eyes, but before you can say anything, carlos leans down and places a gentle kiss on nico’s forehead.

“buenas noches, mi pequeño campeón. (good night, my little champion.)”

nico barely stirs, already deep in sleep.

carlos turns back to you, smiling softly. “now come on, mamá, let’s go watch bad reality tv and pretend we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow.”

you laugh, shaking your head as you follow him to the couch, where his arm instinctively wraps around you.

carlos sainz wasn’t the father by blood.

but he was the father who stepped up.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

CLUMSY GIRLFRIEND ʚɞ RAFE CAMERON

WARNINGS — wrote this in mind with the vibe of my babydoll reader but you can interpret it however! mentions of cuts and bleeding.

Rafe knew it wasn’t unusual for you to trip over your own feet or hurt yourself accidentally by just walking around the backyard. Rafe knew that you were always going to be clumsy, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when you walked into Tannyhill with a cut on your pouty lips and a scrape on your left knee. 

Most of the time the injuries were never too serious, but Rafe knew that you could be a bit dramatic and that you got overwhelmed easily, so when Rafe saw those tears streaming down your cheeks, he wasn’t surprised at all.

“R-Rafe,” you sniffled, stepping into his grand bedroom, placing yourself on his bed. Rafe looked up from his laptop, setting aside whatever work he was doing to pull you into his lap. “Oh, babydoll, what happened this time?” 

“Can you help me, Rafey?” You ask, wiping away the spare tears on your face, and you look up at him expectantly, your doe eyes filled with tears and your lip slightly bleeding.

Rafe carried you to the bathroom, setting you on top of the bathroom counter. He grabbed the medical kit and disinfectant wipes from the shelf; he gently wiped the cuts and wrapped the cuts. “Don’t worry, doll.” 

“I—I just… I’m really clumsy… Just want to be less clumsy, Rafe,” you spoke between sniffles.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Rafe assured, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m always going to be here to clean you up, I promise.”

[chris444evr]

bathroom quickie at a wedding....

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"fu--uk," you squeaked, head dropping back against the mirror with a gentle thud as chris' hand lifts from your hip -- long, veiny fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently as an attempt to keep your noises that were echoing off the bathroom walls to a minimum. chris grunts, the sound slightly muffled by the sleek black fabric of his suits' tie that's tucked between the two rows of his pearly white teeth as he held it up and out of the way -- giving himself a clear view as your cunt sucked his cock in and out with each brutal thrust he gave.

his hand on your inner thigh tightened, blunt nails digging in to the soft, plush skin as he pushed your leg open wider - the action earning yet another whimper from you as your muscles stretched beneath your skin. "chris..." you mewl, voice strained due to his grip on your neck. he didn't respond for a moment, shifting the angle of your body to his liking - the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried himself to the hilt.

"oh—!" your jaw went slack, drool dribbling from your reddened, kiss-swollen lips, leaving a glistening trail down to the back of his hand. chris groaned, both at the sight of his hand now covered in your saliva as well but also from you clenching around him. "yea'.. baby," he chuckles, his tie slipping from his mouth as he spoke. "right there, huh--mama?"

another whine escapes you, fingers gripping the sleeves of his suit so hard you were surprised your nails hadn't punctured a hole in the fabric. "please, p-," you blubber, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the knot in your stomach wound tightener - signaling your impending release. chris tsked, "uh huh—c'mon, sweetness',"

he nodded, his breaths heavy and uneven as tiny beads of sweats slid down his face. "gonna cum for me? huh?" he questions, his hand leaving your throat, sliding down the front of your body to your swollen clit - "gonna cream all over my cock again?" chris hummed, fingertips rubbing in circles against you. "oh my god--" you nearly scream, trembling thighs attempting to clamp shut around his hand.

chris couldn't contain the way his lips curled up in a smirk as your back arched up from the marbled countertop, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "c-clo—" you start, your warning cut short as a strangled cry tore from your throat. your walls fluttered around his cock as your orgasm hit - the force of it blurring your vision and knocking the wind from your lungs as your entire body shook violently.

"there we go--" he coos, staring in awe at the white ring coating the base of his cock. "so good," he hisses, his words causing you to clench around him again, a choked sob leaving you as his fingers continued their movements on your aching clit - "squeezin' me fuckin' so tight, holy fuck,"

within seconds, his cock twitched inside of you, a loud, gutteral groan falling from his lips as his thrusts stilled, ropes of sticky, hot cum painting your gummy walls. "sh..shit," he gasped, his head falling against your shoulder, heavy breaths warm against your ear, "y'okay...?" he manages after a few moments. "mhmm—yea'.." you slurred, utterly spent.

RAFESPRECIOSA © 2025 .

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[mattscoquette]

perv!matt using your panties to get himself off

matt knew it was wrong. he knew it. but still, he couldn’t help himself from swiping your lacey panties off of nick’s floor when he went up there to grab a phone charger. he anxiously hurried back down to his room, almost as if you would suddenly teleport in front of him from the ice cream shop back to their house in a matter of moments.

back in the safety and privacy of his room, matt was quick to lock the door behind him. his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, begging to be freed. he fiddled with his belt as he tugged his pants down, jeans pooling around his ankles as he slowly began to palm himself over his boxers.

matt tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, concealing his small whines and whimpers as he continued to tease himself. as his right hand worked, he looked down into his left, examining your underwear he’d stolen out of nick’s room. he admired the lace, and the little frills at the edges with a teeny tiny bow in the front. he felt himself getting harder and harder, finally pulling his aching cock out of his boxers.

his dick sprung up against his stomach, throbbing and dripping with pre cum. he shakily took your panties, slowly wrapping them around himself, moaning quietly at the sensation of the fabric as he began to stroke himself. he knew it was sick and perverted, but that didn’t stop him. if he couldn’t have you squeezing around him, your panties were the next best thing.

he slowly rubbed the panties along his cock, increasing the speed as he flicked his thumb over the tip teasingly. he let out soft grunts, scrunching his eyes closed as he thought about you being the one touching him. he wondered if you would think he was a total creep, or if you liked the idea of him getting himself off with your panties.

as he worked himself faster and faster, he felt himself begin to become lost in the sensation, his strokes turning sloppy and his breathing ragged. his cock throbbed in his hand as he tugged at it lazily, making sure to keep your panties wrapped perfectly around him. he bit his bottom lip, holding in his sounds as he grew closer and closer to his climax.

while he was touching himself, he hadn’t heard the front door unlock, when you and nick came home from getting ice cream. you walked over to his door, knocking lightly. “matt,” you spoke softly, “me an’ nick are back, we got you ice cream.”

matt held back a choked moan, rasping out an okay before letting out a small strand of curses while cumming hard all over your panties. he let out heavy pants, pulling the sticky fabric away from his now limp cock. he looked at your panties, now absolutelty wrecked with his cum. the sudden realization came over him, that not only did he cum from the sound of your voice, but he used your underwear to get himself off. he sighed softly, begrudgingly pulled his boxers and jeans back up, tucking your panties into his back pocket before walking out into the kitchen.

he headed to the table, keeping his gaze away from you as he swiftly snatched his ice cream, quickly returning to his bedroom. he was slick, but not enough. not enough to keep you from noticing your frilly and laced panties sticking out the back of matt's pockets. and in a weird, sick, and twisted way, you couldn't help but press your thighs together, feeling a heat in between your legs.

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[rafesangelita]

i feel like rafe has a major housewife kink

warnings: mentions of traditional stuff (just for the sake of the kink, please don’t stone me ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১), rafe is kinda misogynistic, fingering, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, headlock, reader is too fucked out to think about anything else, degradation, slapping, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby tapping threats

“i can’t— oh my, god. rafe!” your eyes fluttered shut for what felt like the hundredth time already, your thighs trembling as both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. rafe had no regard, nor did he care about this being your fourth orgasm as he rubbed your clit into overstimulation like his life depended on it. “yes, you fucking can,” he grunted, forcing your thighs open as they threatened to shut around his hand, “m’gonna keep you cumming until i see tears running down those cheeks.” you cried out at his words, your back arching into his chest at the overwhelming sensation.

rafe hadn’t even fucked you yet, and you were already on the verge of tapping out. flipping you over, rafe snaked an arm underneath your tummy before pulling you up, wasting no time in pressing your face into his pillows. stroking the small of your back, rafe groaned at the sight. he could see the body glitter on your skin, the little specs glinting underneath the dim lighting of his room. “fuck, i wish you would just let me have you already.. i’d make sure to slut you out every single day.” you whimpered when he delivered a harsh smack to the globe of your ass. “you just don’t know,” his aching tip prodded at your entrance, “i’d make sure you’d never have to lift a finger ever again.”

wrapping your hair around his fist, rafe slid into you without warning, drawing a shriek to leave your lips. “you shouldn’t be working in that fucking club,” he said through gritted teeth, “you should be here with me, letting me take care of you. i’ll come home and you’ll be waiting for me with a hot plate,” leaning down, rafe yanked your head back so his mouth was next to your ear, “you’ll keep this place spotless and i’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want,” just then, he wrapped a bicep around your neck, your chin tucked between the crease of his elbow and his forearm, “fuck you however you want.”

rafe’s words were punctuated by his thrusts, your acrylics scratching at his skin as you held onto him for dear life. “just picture that; me using you for all that you’re good for.” maybe it was because everyone who knew you, especially your girlfriends at the club, knew you wouldn’t be settling down anytime soon, or at all for that matter, but the idea of locking you away in tanneyhill and never going anywhere without you hanging off of his arm, making you fully reliant on him, financially and emotionally, it turned him on beyond words could describe. “you don’t even know what i’m saying,” he laughed, “you’re too cock drunk to understand.”

you whimpered pathetically, tears running down your face as he planted a slap to your cheek. “gonna fill up this cunt and trap you, maybe then you’ll understand what i’m saying when i put my baby inside of you.”

[synvil]

color in the lines // tattooed! rafe cameron

synopsis : rafe cameron finally lets you color in his tattoos.

“no way. why the fuck would I want that?”

that was pretty much along the lines of what rafe would respond with every time you asked to color in his tattoos.

every time he was shirtless, your eyes would trail over the inked sleeve of his to the covered backside and then to the marks on his collarbone area. nearly every time rafe was relaxing next to you, shirtless, you’d ask the same thing.

“please? lemme just do it one time, and it’ll wash off anyways!”

“no.”

it would be such a definitive answer, you were starting to lose hope and pretty much gave up.

that is, until one day.

rafe would come home, as per usual, when he notices you aren’t in the living room, waiting for him like always. “baby?”

he knows you’re home, you would’ve leave without texting him, so maybe you were asleep.

thus, he makes his way through the house until he sees the door to the bedroom shut and he opens it gently. “babe, you asleep?” only to be faced with your teary eyes and bundled up form. worry and confusion laces his eyes and he drops the plastic bag he was holding and rushes over. “sweetheart, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

you sniffle and hug the pillow to your chest tightly and shake your head. “i don’t know.”

“huh?” he wasn’t sure if he heard you right. but you only cover your face with the plush pillow and frown. “i don’t know.. I’ve just been in this mood all day..”

rafe is pretty flabbergasted, absolutely appalled that you don’t even know what’s wrong and he sighs, at least feeling relief you weren’t hurt or anything. “what do you want to do?”

“nothing.. nothing makes me feel better.”

rafe rolls his eyes lightly as he stands, already knowing the right answer before he exhales softly and turns around. “i know that’s not true..” he mutters before he returns the discarded bag by the door and bends to pick it up. “good thing i stopped by the store.”

his hands reach inside and pulls out the box he had bought before walking over to you, seeing your saddened but curious eyes following him. “what’s that..?”

rafe holds out the box and you quietly reach for it, your brows furrowing when you see it’s washable markers.

“markers?”

but instead of verbally answering, rafe slides off his shirt, tossing it aside before sitting on the floor beside the bed and turning around so his tattooed back faces you.

“come on, have at it. just this once.”

your eyes light up as you try to contain the smile building on your lips. “really? you serious?”

rafe glances back, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled softly, despite his playful eye roll. “i’m only giving you one chance, baby.”

and when you squeal, sitting up and pulling out your first color, he chuckles and turns to face forward again.

“just make sure to color in the lines.”

a/n : more rafe fluff. i’m kinda running out of ideas whilst having a ton so if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, im open to writing blurbs!! :>

[littlelamy]

I was thinking of Rafe giving innocent reader a hickey and she’s all scared of what people would think of her and is trying to get rid of it but Rafe convinces her that it’s just to show that she’s his. Alsooo your fics are so good!!

lamy's notes: i hope you like it!!!

you don’t notice it at first.

not until you’re getting ready the next morning, standing in front of your mirror, brushing your hair out of your face, and then—

“oh my god.”

you freeze, eyes going wide as you stare at the angry mark blooming just below your jaw, dark and unmistakable. your fingers fly to it, pressing against the tender skin like that’ll somehow make it disappear.

“no, no, no,” you mutter, tilting your head, trying to see if there’s any possible way to hide it. you reach for your concealer, dabbing it on frantically, but it barely makes a difference. panic bubbles in your chest.

rafe.

he did this. he did this and he knew exactly what he was doing, the smug bastard.

you spin on your heel, storming back into the bedroom where he’s still lounging in bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that lazy, satisfied smirk.

“rafe,” you hiss, pointing at your neck. “what the hell?”

he raises a brow, completely unbothered. “what?”

“this!” you gesture wildly. “what am i supposed to do? people are gonna see it!”

he hums, sitting up fully, running a hand through his messy hair. “yeah. that’s kinda the point, angel.”

your stomach flips at the way his voice drops on the last word, but you push past it, crossing your arms. “no, it is not the point. i can’t walk around with this!”

rafe swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing and making his way over to you in just his sweatpants, slow and deliberate. “why not?”

you blink. “why not? because—because people will think—”

he cuts you off by curling a finger under your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him. “people will think what?”

your breath catches. “that we… you know.”

he grins, sharp and teasing. “that you’re mine?”

your face burns. “rafe.”

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. “you are, though.”

you swallow hard, your argument slipping through your fingers. he leans in, pressing a slow, lazy kiss just below your ear, right next to the mark he left. “leave it.”

“rafe—”

“leave it,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you in close. “let them see.”

you know you should put up more of a fight, insist on covering it up, but with the way he’s looking at you, the way his fingers are tracing slow circles at the small of your back, you’re pretty sure he’s already won.

and, god help you, you’re not even mad about it.

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[nottsangel]

Bsf theo bullying you into cockwarming before bed. 🫠

bsf!theo is too much of a sweetheart in my eyes so i changed it to brothers bsf!theo if that’s ok <3 n i hope the italian in this makes sense lmao sorry if it doesn’t !!!

“hey, where’s the—” theo begins as he suddenly bursts into your room, but his words quickly trail off and his eyes widen, a smirk tinged with disbelief spreading across his face. you squeal in shock, instantly jerking your hand away from between your legs and hastily pulling your skirt down, covering your dripping, exposed cunt. meanwhile, pornographic sounds echo through the room from the speakers of your phone, which you clumsily dropped in panic.

“what the fuck is your problem?! you fucking asshole! leave!” you yell with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw, your cheeks on fire as you can feel your heart pounding in your throat. you try to reach for your phone that has dropped to the ground, stretching your arm as far as you can, but theo quickly seizes it right before your eyes. “theo! i swear to fucking—” “dio santo, what the fuck are you watching? fuckin’ disgusting.” theo snarls in disgust, chuckling condescendingly as his eyes are glued to the screen, the loud, pornographic sounds making your cheeks heat up even more.

“theo…. GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” you scream at the top of your lungs as you try to reach for your phone, but he jerks it away right before you can snatch it out of his hand and holds it above his head, staring down at you with an amused, mocking look on his face. you jump up, huffing as you stretch your arms as far as you can, but to no avail. “you better be quiet before your brother hears. you don’t want him to find out that his sweet little sister watches this kind of porn when she’s all alone, huh?”

your breathing quickens out of sheer anger, as if steam could practically come out of your ears while you glare at him with furrowed brows. “i mean, if it was just ‘normal porn’, fair enough. but this… nah, that’s just… fucking embarrassing, porco giuda.” he taunts, nodding disapprovingly as he stares at your screen with a mocking expression of shock on his face. “give. it. back.” “oh, don’t worry. i will give it back to you, piccola.” you let out a sigh of relief, the tense muscles in your body gradually relaxing as you start sit down, but then he speaks again. “but only if you watch more of those videos with me.” “what the f—” “while you sit on my cock.”

you scoff in disbelief, blinking rapidly as you stare at him, thinking he must be joking, yet the same serious, intense expression doesn’t falter from his face, making you realise he’s dead serious. “wha— why the fuck would i want that?” “hm. ‘cause you’re fuckin’ dripping, idiota.” he smugly gestures with his eyes towards your arousal trickling down the insides of your thighs. you look down at where here’s staring and quickly press your legs together, a mix of embarrassment and fury raging through your entire body. “you’re a bit slow sometimes, you know that?”

you’re ready to yell at him again, to call him all the horrible names you can think of, but you don’t— instead, you grab him by his shirt and frustratingly push him onto your bed, causing him to gaze up at you with the cockiest, most arrogant smirk ever, clearly just at surprised by your unexpected behaviour as you are. “don’t think i’m doing this because i want you, alright? it’s just— you just happen to have a dick!” “yeah, yeah. you hate me, i get it. c’mere before i change my mind and tell your brother.”

he grasps your wrist and forcefully pulls you onto his lap, biting his lip as his firm hands wander towards your ass under your skirt, squeezing it roughly. your hands hastily reach down to his crotch, eagerly unbuckling his belt while he shifts his attention to your phone and scrolls through the endless videos, trying to pick the perfect one. “and you know what? maybe i’ll let you move if you’re able to sit still enough while watching them with me.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[nativegirltapes]

. . . somedays angel wants nothing but her big beefy older boyfriend to fuck her ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: literally just smut, kind of soft dom drew ?, them being sweet at the end <3

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 🎀 ᡣ𐭩

“nothing, guess i’m just really horny tonight.” you mumbled while on all fours on drew’s bed, wearing nothing but the pink and white lacy lingerie you picked out just hours before. you weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you were soo down bad today; you’d been prancing around drew’s house all day just waiting …. and waiting for him to get home so you could surprise him in your new lingerie set on his bed.

“oh yeah,” drew rubbed your bare ass. the wait making you even hornier and wetter. you felt bad, you knew drew liked to take his time with you, but god you just felt so impatient today. “i know you’re trying to be nice and stuff, but can you just fuck me?” you turned your head to look back at drew. your big soft eyes staring at him, so innocent and perfect, but what you just said proving you were far from innocent.

“damn baby. eager huh?” drew took no time obeying your request, the sound of him unbuckling his belt filling the room. he rubbed your ass some more, giving it a few squeezes, you couldn’t help but moan in response. “i need you drew,”

drew’s fingers rubbed your entrance a few times before aligning himself with your pussy. “yeah? my needy little baby.” drew thrusted himself into you without any warning, small profanities spilled from your mouth. “faster!” you yelled, although you weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle it. drew was big, it took you months before you were able to fully take it, and even now you still struggled some days. “you sure?” drew asked. “yes!”

drew picked up his pace, all you could do is mewl and let out an occasional “fuuuck,”. your ass jiggled against his pelvic area, the sight alone had drew going crazy. “soooo tight,” drew groaned, placing his hands on your hips to pull you even deeper onto his cock. “look at this ass. so perfect.” drew knew you loved when he complimented you, it got you going in a way that nothing else could.

“m’gonna come drew!” you shouted. times like this made you glad drew had his own place with no roomates, dorm sex was fun and sneaky, but you loved being able to yell drew’s name. “come all over this cock baby. it’s all yours.” drew replied, slowing down his strokes, the knot in both your stomachs coming undone at the same time.

“you’re so perfect.” drew pulled out, to which you groaned and plopped down on your back, a huge sigh leaving your lips. “you’re so good to me.” you pulled drew down on top of you, the feeling of being skin to skin with him always brought you a different kind of comfort. “well, you deserve it.”

[et6rnalsun]

RAW, DEEP, NEXT QUESTION.

you don't even need to ask chris to hit it raw. it would be ridiculous, especially since he has never in his life found himself buying condoms with the intention of using them. he is reckless, never cares, and in sex these characteristics of his all come out like a waterfall.

but in that moment, the one in which his fingers with a torturing and lacerating slowness — the cause of an annoying twist in the lower part of your belly — removed your panties with a knowing smirk, you felt so excited. so wet that you were pretty sure that your juices had already started to soak the sheets of his bed. he had decided to take it easy, teasing you until the last brief moment, and you decided to let your pussy do the talking. “i want it raw” you breathed out unapologetically, your eyes traveling down his v-line exposed after he removed his pants as well.

he let out a deeply amused laugh, tossing his calvin klein boxers in a messy way into the corner of the room. “i know,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his large fingers coming to rest on your thighs to spread them better. "when has it not been like this, huh?"

you couldn’t help but let out a needy whimper when he roughly shifted your position in that way, the cold air suddenly hitting your sensitivity jolted you—you were simply used to the warmth provided by your thighs pressing needily together. “shut up. it would be nice if you- if you used a condom sometime” you murmured with your lower lip trapped between your teeth, your voice dying slightly as he brushed his tip against your puffy and throbbing clit.

“mhm” he continued with those languid movements, spreading your stickiness mixed with his all over your pussy, barely holding back obscene sounds just like yours. “you don’t mean it” and he knew it. he knew how much you liked it too, that the sensation was so raw and bare. that there was no barrier to prevent direct and pleasurable contact. he slowly made his way to your entrance, and with a sharp thrust (different from all that slowness used previously) he quickly entered you, your back arched automatically as your fingers began to tightly grip the sheets. “chris” you moaned loudly, as if asking for pity.

but chris didn’t even listen to you. he was focused on your moans echoing around the room as he found his rhythm with no effort at all, the way you were wet only helping to make it easier. there was no middle ground in his thrusts, he started with full force while holding onto your hips—fingers probably leaving their red mark on the soft skin. his intention was to make you fall in love with the feeling even more, the naked thrill of being. your gummy walls were squeezing him like never before, and the way he felt it so deep in his flesh made him shiver. that was what he liked. you were being loud, and he kept praising you for being so fucking good and welcoming him like this. he then lifted one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder as he deepened the angle mercilessly. “see, baby? see how fuckin’ good this is?”

you were glad it was raw, deep. didnt need other questions.

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