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urmum-lovesme · 5 days ago

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Bunny (P11)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: ohhh emmm geeeee guys. 🤭 (dats it)

warnings: soft!Rafe cause I'm pretty attached to him rn, lowkey scared rafe?? BAHAH, kind of like ptsd but not really ig, trauma? post abortion symptoms.

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The room was dark, the hum of the hotel air conditioner the only sound cutting through the silence. The TV had long since gone black, the streets outside were quiet and the world felt hushed and still. Y/N stirred beneath the sheets, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She hadn’t meant to wake up, but the sound of him tossing and turning across the room- again- had stirred her from the edge of sleep. She cracked one eye open, her face scrunching at the low light from the distant street lamp peeking through the curtains. A groggy breath slipped from her lips as she pushed up a little on her elbow, rubbing her eyes. She mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

“…Rafe?”

There was a pause.

Then a quiet, “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

She asked, her tone slurred with exhaustion. She blinked slowly, eyes not quite open all the way. She could hear him shuffling again, the sheets rustling against the material of the couch.

“Can’t sleep,” he replied into the darkness of the room, “my back hurts.”

She sighed softly, she couldn't say she was completely surprised. That stupid hotel couch was way too small for someone like him- tall, broad-shouldered. No way he’d ever be comfortable on it. She could feel her eyes falling shut again but she tried to push back the urge to sleep as she murmured, her head already falling back against the pillow.

“...Come over here then”

A silence stretched across the room after the words passed her lips and Rafe sat up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

“Come sleep here”

She repeated, softer now, barely lifting her head, one hand fumbling to pull back the covers on the empty side of the bed as an opening for him. He hesitated as he started, his voice caught somewhere between surprise and caution.

“I don’t think that’s—”

“Just shut up and get in the bed, Rafe.”

She interrupted, voice even more slurred now as she tugged the blanket open fully. He blinked in the dark, stunned for a beat. Then he pushed himself up, rubbing a hand over his jaw before quietly walking around the bed. Her figure was already snuggled deep into the pillow again, one arm loosely curled near her face. She looked half-asleep already, her breathing soft and even. He slipped under the covers carefully, lying on his back and letting out a quiet sigh as the mattress dipped beneath his weight and god, it felt better already.

“This okay?”

He asked after a moment, voice low, referring to the space- or lack of it- between them. A hum answered him. Barely audible, but it was there. A gentle little noise of sleepy contentment into the pillow she was nuzzled into. Rafe let his head fall back against the pillow, one arm folded behind it as he stared at the dark ceiling. His chest still rose and fell a little quicker than it should’ve. He was about to say something- some nervous offer to move if she wanted more space- when he felt her hand. It slid across the sheets and settled on his chest. Light. Barely there. But it made him freeze. She mumbled, her palm resting over his heartbeat.

“Sleep”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes finding her face in the dark. Her lashes fluttered once more, but her breathing was slowing again. She was already halfway back to sleep. So he didn’t say anything else, he didn’t move. Just turned his head to the side and watched her for a moment longer, then he closed his eyes.

And for the first time that night, sleep came easy.

The morning crept in slow and quiet. No loud city noises, still just the low hum of the air conditioning still rattling in the corner, making the room just a little too cold. Pale light filtered through the thin hotel curtains, casting a soft, diffused glow across the room dust particles floating. Rafe stirred first. His brow twitched, and his lashes lifted, blinking against the muted light. It took him a moment, just a breath or two, to come to, his mind still thick with sleep. But then he felt it- the weight against his chest.

Warm.

Soft.

Steady.

He glanced down slowly.

Y/N was curled up against him, her face buried into the side of his chest, her arm tucked between their bodies. His own arm was looped around her waist, holding her close like it had settled there all on its own in the middle of the night. His palm rested on the small of her back, fingers curved into the fabric of her shirt. She was pressed against him like she belonged there, like she had always belonged there.

She looked peaceful.

More peaceful than he’d ever seen her. Her lashes rested like delicate little fans against her cheeks, her lips parted just slightly, the soft dip of her cupid’s bow catching the light. He followed the slope of her nose, the arch of her brow, every detail etched in his memory now so he’d never forget it again.

He didn’t move, didn’t dare break the tranquillity.

His throat worked around something thick and warm he couldn’t quite name, something blooming deeply in his chest. She stirred gently in her sleep, and he immediately, lifted his arm from around her- giving her space. She moved, still in a sleep-hazed daze, she rolled away, her body turning to face the window. The blanket shifted with her, pulling across her tatted shoulder as she settled again, her breathing slow and even. Rafe let out a quiet breath. Pressed his hand to his chest for a second.

His heart was racing and he shook his head gently, as if to clear it, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Running a hand over his face, he stood, stretching out the kink in his neck. No matter how soft the mattress or where he was, he hadn’t slept like that in years, like his body finally let go of every guard it had ever held. He padded quietly toward the bathroom, sparing one last glance over his shoulder at her sleeping form. They needed to catch the ferry in two hours.

And he didn’t trust himself to lay back down beside her.

Rafe was already dressed, shoes on, bag zipped halfway, the bare skin of his chest still a little damp from the quick shower he’d taken to shake off the strange restlessness from waking up with her in his arms. The room was slightly brighter now, pale light leaking through the curtains, the light catching dust particles in the air. He looked at the clock, they had less than forty-five minutes. “Y/N,” he called out, dragging his shirt over his head as he turned back toward the bed.

“C’mon, you gotta get up. We’ve gotta get going.”

No movement.

She didn’t even stir and he blinked in confusion. That was…odd. On the morning they'd got here, she was up before the sun. First one in the shower, already dressed and ready to go down before he even rubbed the sleep from his eyes. But now she was buried under the sheets, curled on her side, her face tucked into the pillow like the world outside the bed didn’t exist. A faint crease pulled between his brows as he glanced around- and then his eyes landed on her bag near the corner of the room. Just beside it, something white stuck out from underneath a hoodie tossed aside. He moved closer and notices it was a leaflet. He crouched, picking it up.

"After Your Abortion: What to Expect."

His heart knocked hard against his ribs. Right. His eyes skimmed the printed bullet points, each one sinking in a little deeper than the last:

Light to heavy bleeding

Cramping

Nausea

Fatigue

That’d explain why she was still out cold. Why she hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d woken up. She wasn’t just tired- she was probably hurting, still recovering. He set the leaflet back down exactly how he’d found it and crossed back toward the bed. His steps were slow now, careful and she was still facing away from him, her breathing soft and steady. He crouched down at her side, arms resting lightly on his knees. His voice dropped low, gentle. “Maybank,” he said, nudging her shoulder lightly with the back of his hand.

“You gotta get up, yeah?”

She hummed in response, face still half-buried in the pillow, her voice muffled and sleepy. He sighed through his nose, fingers reaching out without thinking, brushing up and down her arm in a slow, comforting rhythm. “Y/N,” he tried again, softer now.

“C’mon. Wake up baby.”

The word just… slipped out and the moment it left his mouth, his whole body stilled.

Baby?

His hand dropped from her arm, and he pulled back like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. His chest tightened as his mind scrambled for footing- he didn’t mean to say that or maybe he did...? He didn’t even know anymore. But then her voice, hazy and warm, cracked through the fog in his head.

“M’tired”

She mumbled, not even questioning the slip. Just too far gone in the exhaustion, her body stretched out a little more as she yawned and stretched, her limbs slow and heavy with sleep. “I know you are,” he said, voice rough as he cleared his throat.

“But we’re gonna miss the ferry.”

She made a soft sound, halfway between annoyance and reluctant agreement, then sluggishly pushed herself up from the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom without looking at him. The door clicked shut behind her and Rafe stood there, unmoving.

Staring at the door.

He dragged his hands down his face, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose as he grabbed his t-shirt pulling it on in disjointedly.

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The ferry rocked gently beneath them, the soft groan of metal and water lulling the world into a rhythm that felt… at peace, for once. Y/N sat outside again, perched on a weather-worn bench near the same table they had taken on the way there, the sea stretching endlessly in front of them. The breeze swept her hair gently back, warm and salty, brushing against her cheeks like fingers smoothing down her skin. For the first time in a long while, she felt light. Not exactly happy, not exactly sad—just still.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her face toward the sun, soaking in the warmth, the breeze, the faint call of distant seagulls. It didn’t fix everything, but it made breathing a little easier. Footsteps approached, slow and steady on the deck, and she opened her eyes just as Rafe came into view—tall, quiet, familiar now in a way that startled her. He held out a paper cup toward her.

“Got you that tea you like”

He said casually, the sleeve still wrapped around it from the vendor inside the ferry. Her eyes blinked down at it, then back at him. She spoke, voice soft with surprise.

“Oh. Um—thank you"

A small, grateful smile pulled at her lips as she took it from his hand. She didn’t even know he’d noticed she liked this kind. He offered a small smile of his own in return- quiet and a little lopsided- and then sat beside her, shoulders brushing. Neither of them moved away this time though. It didn’t feel tense anymore.

In fact, it felt kind of comforting.

Rafe glanced out at the water, then up toward the sky. “It’s a nice day,” he said, voice low and casual.

She nodded, blowing gently into her cup. “Yeah it is”

He hesitated for a second, “You going to the country club today?”

“No,” she said, hands playing with the sleeve around the cup “I… I took a few days off. Told my manager I was sick. Sofia’s covering for me.” He nodded, lips pressed together like he was thinking about something else entirely. And then, after a beat, he cleared his throat.

“So… are you gonna go back to the club?”

She didn’t answer right away. There was a pause- thin and quiet- where she could feel him watching her from the corner of his eye. “I mean…” she started, her voice a little unsure of what to say to him.

“Yeah... yeah I am.”

He looked over, just slightly, licking his lips before pressing them into a thin line. His voice was softer when he asked,

“When are you going?”

“Why?”

Her brows drew together, eyes narrowing faintly as she glanced over him. “No reason,” he said with a quick shrug, eyes darting back out to the water.

“Just… curious.”

She held his gaze for a second longer, trying to figure it out. The look in his eye wasn’t leering or expectant, but she still didn’t get it. Her mind did the easiest thing- assumed the worst- and a scoff slipped out.

“If you’re waiting for me to get naked and put on a show—”

“-that’s not why I’m asking”

He cut in, eyes snapping back to hers, jaw ticking. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp. She blinked, caught off guard by how quick the bite was in his tone, a little taken aback by his sudden defensiveness. “Oh.” Her voice was smaller now.

“Well… then, yeah. I think I’ll go tonight.”

He nodded once, slowly and the silence settled again between them- not uncomfortable, but weighty in its own way- and neither of them said anything else for a while. The ferry groaned softly as it docked, metal clanking and chains clattering into place. The sky was just beginning to shift into early gold, that hazy pre-dawn light spilling faintly over the sleepy port. The place was near-empty, quiet and still in the way only 6 a.m. could manage. Their footsteps echoed as they made their way down the steel stairs, the sound of soles against metal echoing.

They stopped at the end of the port, just before the parking lot split into two directions, they both slowed to a stop. Her car was parked on the far left- and his was on the opposite side. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, fingers gripping at the material like it might anchor her. She looked up at him, eyes catching in the hush of morning, and that’s when it hit her—harder than she expected... she didn’t want to leave.

Didn’t want to watch him walk away.

Didn’t want whatever they’d been in that hotel room to end. Rafe gave her a soft smile, barely there but real. His voice was quiet when he said,

“See you ‘round, Bunny.”

The nickname made her smile, even as her heart twisted a little. He turned, heading toward his car, that familiar saunter in his step, but before he got more than a few strides away she called out,

“Rafe. Wait—I…”

He paused, turning back to face her, brows lifted slightly in curiosity. She looked up at him after taking those few steps after him, lips parted, something vulnerable flickering in her gaze.

“Thank you,”

She said softly and he gave a slight shake of his head, brushing it off like he always did.

“Don’t. It’s nothing.”

But before he could say more, she was stepping closer. Up on her tiptoes, her hand brushing lightly against his arm for balance, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Just the lightest whisper of a touch- but it stopped him cold. She’d let him see her body onstage practically bare. He’d kissed her neck in the dark, his hands roaming her body. But this? This felt different.

Intimate

When she pulled back, her eyes held his for a second longer, and then she gave him a soft, almost shy smile.

“See you ‘round, Cameron.”

Then she turned, walking toward her car, her heart pounding in her chest, echoing in her ears, but she didn’t look back. Rafe stood completely still, his bag in hand, the early morning breeze brushing against his jacket. The spot on his cheek where she kissed him burned warm. Lingering. He watched her until the door of her car closed behind her.

And only then did he breathe.

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The sun had dipped fully below the horizon by the time Y/N turned off the main road and into the familiar cracked parking lot of the club. The neon sign buzzed faintly in the distance, casting its sickly pink glow against the darkening sky. She exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as her headlights lit up the building she knew far too well. The same one she’d walked into a hundred times before- confident, steady, unbothered.

But tonight?

Tonight, her palms were clammy against the wheel, and her heart was thudding just a little too loud. She rolled into her usual parking spot near the back, out of sight from the main entrance like always. The car idled in place, engine humming beneath her. Her hands hovered over the keys- but she didn’t twist them.

Couldn’t.

Because the last time she was here, things went... sideways. The kind of sideways that still woke her up in the middle of the night. The kind that made her fingers tremble now, just thinking about stepping inside. Her eyes flicked toward the entrance, where a few regulars were hanging around, smoking. She swallowed hard and shifted the car into reverse. The tires crunched softly over gravel as she backed out of her usual spot and drove forward instead, pulling into a spot much closer to the entrance. The headlights swept across the front doors before she finally threw it into park and killed the engine.

Still, she didn’t move, not for a full ten seconds.

Then, slowly, she pushed the door open and stepped out, the cool night air brushing against her bare legs. Her shoes hit the ground with a soft thud, and she gave herself one small moment, a breath of stillness, before she pushed the club doors open with both hands and stepped back inside. The music inside the club was already pulsing low through the walls- soft thuds of bass that seemed to vibrate right under her skin. As Y/N walked deeper into the dim, haze-filled space, the familiar scent of sweet perfume and cologne wrapped around her like muscle memory. Her shoess tapped lightly against the worn floors as she made her way toward the dressing rooms, weaving through the narrow back hallway, then she heard it.

"Y/N!"

She blinked, turning just in time to see Tommy stepping out from the side office, his brow lifting and his grin stretching wide as soon as he saw her. That signature silver chain glinted against his dark shirt, and his arms opened a little like he was about to greet an old friend.

“Where the hell you been?”

His voice wasn’t sharp- not accusing- just warm and familiar. She smiled, a little sheepishly, shifting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Had some medical stuff,” she said, tone light but honest.

“Had to take care of it.”

“Shit. You okay now?”

Tommy’s face softened immediately, the grin dropping into something more concerned. “Yeah,” she nodded.

“It’s sorted.”

“Good,” he said, his voice sounding almost relieved. “That’s good. It’s been pretty damn quiet without you around here. Missed my favorite dancer.”

He flashed her that crooked, charming grin that had probably saved him from getting smacked more times than he deserved and she rolled her eyes, laughing as she passed him, her steps picking up again. She teased over her shoulder.

“Missed this shithole too”

“Oi!” Tommy called after her, mock offended, “watch it smart mouth- I'm still your boss”

Her laughter echoed softly as she pushed through the door into the dressing room, the familiar smell of setting spray and fruity flavoured vape hitting her all at once. The lights over the vanities buzzed softly, casting a warm glow over the few girls already inside. A couple heads turned as the door clicked shut behind her.

"Hey!"

“Missed you, girl.”

“Where you been hiding?”

Y/N smiled softly, offering a few waves as she moved to her usual spot in the corner and responding to the girls who seemed curious of her absence, setting her bag down with a small exhale. She unzipped it and started pulling her things out. Clothes, makeup, hair ties—and finally, her heels. She hesitated before slipping them on, the familiar weight of them feeling foreign now, like her feet had forgotten how to carry herself in them. She flexed her toes, adjusting the straps. Weird. But not unwelcome. The door behind her swung open.

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of heels halted and then-

“Well, I fuckin’ neva.”

Y/N’s head snapped up, already grinning before she even saw who it was. Bambi. There she stood in the doorway, hand on her hip, lips pursed, an eyebrow high enough to kiss her hairline.

“Hey Omi”

Y/N said softly dragging out her nickname for the girl, smile slipping wider. Naomi stalked forward, shaking a finger in her face.

“Don’t 'hey Omi' me you little bitch.”

The girl scolded mocking Y/N's voice and Y/N burst into a laugh, covering her mouth to try and muffle it, but Naomi wasn’t having it looking the girl dead in the eyes. “Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Naomi warned, pointing now, her heels clacking with every step she took toward her.

“Three weeks! No text. No call. No FaceTime. No signs of life- you made me feel like a desperate ex Y/N!”

“I’m sorry!”

Y/N managed, laughter still in her voice. Naomi crossed her arms, eyes narrowed as she looked the girl up and down kissing her teeth.

“Yeah, well, sorry ain’t gonna cut it this time.”

She was right in front of her now, scowling, but Y/N could see through it- the softness behind the irritation, the way her friend’s jaw clenched not out of anger, but worry. She knew Naomi. This was just how she showed she cared. “I’m sorry I didn’t text, or call, or show up here...” Y/N said, her voice more sincere now.

“I was just… I had some medical problems I had to deal with okay?.”

“Medical problems?”

The girl raised a brow skeptically, arms folding tighter across her chest and Y/N nodded. “Yeah.” A beat passed between them and then Naomi scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“So what- your boy toy gave you chlamydia or something?”

“NAOMI! Ew, no!”

Naomi broke first, bursting into laughter, and Y/N followed a second later, the tension melting into something warm and familiar and she couldn't help but think about how much she’d missed this.

“I’ve missed you,”

Naomi said, shaking her head with a grin as though she'd read Y/N's mind. Y/N smiled in return nodding her head in agreement.

“Missed you too.” she said and then playfully added, “So… am I forgiven?” Naomi looked her up and down with narrowed eyes, chin tilting like she was really thinking it over. Then she huffed, loud and dramatic.

“Ugh. Fine. Come give mama some sugar.”

Y/N stepped into her arms and wrapped her up in a hug, her arms around the girl like she didn’t want to let go. It was a sweet little reunion, one she didn’t even know how much she needed until now.

The rest of the night hummed with that familiar low thrum of music, muffled bass and the sticky-sweet scent of spilled drinks and perfume lingering in the air. It’s like slipping into an old version of herself- heels clicking across the floor, lips glossed, hair set just right. Bunny walked out like she never left, and the regulars?

They notice.

They smiled wider and would reach for her hand to. tip bigger. It was subtle at first, but the message is clear: They missed her. And the way their eyes light up when she leans in, when she twirls just right over the night- she knows how to make them look, how to make them stay. However her eyes keep drifting back to that one booth. The one in the far corner with the leather booth and small stage. The booth Rafe and Barry always occupied like clockwork—always lounging back like they owned the damn place- was empty tonight.

And it feels wrong.

She keeps looking, expecting him to materialise out of the haze and lights. But it stays vacant. And even though she knows it’s better that way—less complicated, less intense- …she misses him.

She misses him?

The night blurs forward in glitter and low voices and clinking glasses. And she manages. She smiles. She dances and flirts. She pockets her tips and slips back into the rhythm like she never left but still— that booth stays empty. No matter how many bills she tucks into her garter, no matter how many grins are tossed her way—

She keeps thinking about him.

At the end of the night she says her goodbye, placing her earnings into her duffle bag and making her way to the exit- not before earning a pat to the ass from Naomi. Yet Y/N pauses at the door, her hand on the handle, but she doesn’t push it open right away. She looks out through the door, the parking lot is dimly lit, the flickering overhead lights casting long shadows across the asphalt.

Her heart is already racing.

Same time.

Same place.

Same heavy quiet.

And even though she’s told herself over and over again that it was a one-time thing- the memory is there, a phantom pressing on her lungs. Her fingers tighten around her bag strap. She closes her eyes for a beat, then pushes the door open. The air outside is cooler than she remembers. It brushes against her bare arms, raising goosebumps, and carries the faintest trace of smoke and saltwater. For a moment, she just stands there. Her eyes scan the lot, out of instinct more than anything else.

Empty mostly.

Until—

A shape.

Someone leaning against the hood of her car, arms folded, head dipped. Her body goes cold before her brain can catch up, heart climbing up her throat. But then her eyes adjust.

And it’s him.

He’s got one foot propped against her bumper, the toe of his shoe tapping absently against the metal. The glow from the streetlight hits the sharp edge of his jaw and the curve of his mouth, lit up like something from a movie.

“Rafe?”

She calls, her voice soft but sharp at the edges, like it might crack. He lifts his head slowly, eyes finding hers across the empty lot.

“Bunny”

He says in that low, drawling way- like he’s been expecting her. Her feet start moving, cautious but steady, shoes tapping lightly against the pavement as she asks confused.

“What’re you doing here?”

Rafe gives her a lazy shrug, like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t been standing out here for a while- like the tips of his fingers hadn't started to get cold.

“Was just passing by...”

She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. A smirk tugs at her lips despite herself, “Right. And you just so happened to spot my car and sit yourself down by it?”

His eyes roll at her tone, but there’s no bite behind it. It’s playful,“Well- actually- I told Tommy to let me know when you clocked out.”

That makes her stop, right there on the pavement. Her expression shifts- brows pulling slightly together, head tilting like she’s not sure she heard him right, he asked Tommy when she clocked out?

“You what?”

Rafe shifts his weight, looking momentarily uncertain. His gaze flickers to the side towards the entrance of the club and then back to her.

“I just… wanted to make sure you got to your car safe”

He says, voice quiet. Honest. There’s no swagger in his tone, no teasing smirk. Just something genuine. And somehow, it hits harder than anything else he’s ever said to her, causing her to fall silent. Just standing there, staring at him. Because this means he remembers- everything she'd said to him. She hadn’t thought he would... The last time she left this place alone, she hadn’t made it to her car and now here he was, waiting for her, she swallows hard. She speaks softly, eyes fixed on his

“You didn’t have to do that”

“I know,” he replies, “but I wanted to.”

And something about the way he says it- like it’s not even a question in his mind- makes her chest tighten. The space between them is quiet again. But it’s a different kind of quiet, safer. She exhales, the tension slowly bleeding from her shoulders.

“Thanks”

Y/N murmurs, and this time she means it. She pops open the back door of her car and tosses her duffel onto the seat with a dull thud. Her shoulders rise and fall with a small exhale, her fingers brushing stray hair off her face as she glances over at Rafe still leaned against the hood.

“You, uh… you heading back home or…?”

She asks, voice soft, trying to sound casual even though there’s a weird flutter in her chest. He pushes off the hood slightly, shifting his stance. “Yeah,” he says with a nod. “I probably will.” There’s a quiet beat. Just the soft buzz of a streetlamp overhead and the distant hum of a late-night highway somewhere in the dark.

“I didn’t see you in the club...” she adds, eyes flicking up to meet his. “-or Barry.” She adds on quickly and Rafe nods once, hands in his pockets now as he faces her.

“Yeah, we’re working with a new supplier. Need to check his stock before we start pushing anything in the area.”

“Right.”

She nods slowly but her voice sounds distant, distracted. It’s not like she wants him dealing- but still... her eyes had searched that booth all night without her meaning to. It was empty, and she hated that she missed his presence there. Rafe glances past her toward the duffel bag slumped in the back seat, then looks back down at her.

“Good night?”

He asks and Y/N huffs a breath that’s sort of a laugh and sort of not. “Uh- yeah I guess” she says, a small shrug of her shoulder. “It was good. Could’ve been better though.” Her eyes meet his as she says it and they both know what she means.

It would’ve been better… if he’d been there.

She turns, opens the driver’s side door, and slides into the seat. Her legs are still hanging out, feet planted on the ground, like she’s not quite ready to go just yet. Rafe shifts closer, resting one hand lightly on the roof above her and his gaze drops down to her. “You alright?” he asks, his voice low, edged with concern.

“How’re you feeling?”

She blinks up at him and offers a tired smile, “I’m okay. Just tired. Think I’m gonna head back.”

Rafe nods slowly,“right- yeah sure.” He takes his hand off of the top of her car and folds his arms over his chest. She watches his hand retreat and slips the key into the ignition twisting it.

Nothing.

Her brows furrow as she twists it again. But still nothing. The engine doesn’t even try to turn over, the car just sits there in silence. A frown settles on her lips. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters under her breath, frustration curling in her chest. She tries once more- this time with a little more force, like that’ll make a difference- but the car stays quiet, cold and dead. Her shoulders sink, and she lets out a tired groan, her forehead coming down to rest against the steering wheel. Outside, Rafe’s still watching, expression unreadable, but he straightens up a little.

“You want me to take a look?”

He offers, voice calm. She exhales slowly and looks over at him through her lashes, nodding with a tired smile.

“um… yeah, I’d appreciate that.”

Rafe props the hood of her car up, the metal creaking slightly in the quiet of the night. Y/N stays where she is, head leaning back against the seats head rest now, the faint throb of exhaustion crawling up her spine. She watches him through the open window as he fiddles with something under the hood- focused, frowning, the glow from the parking lot light casting a sharp edge to his jaw. A minute passes, then two and she shifts slightly, calling out,

“Uh… so what is it?”

Rafe straightens up, wiping his hands along his jeans as he leans over to look at her through the open door saying, “Battery’s dead... or dying. It’s not charging properly- so it’s not gonna start tonight.”

“Fucking hell”

She lets out a groan, dragging her hands down her face with a muttered, before leaning back again with a soft thud into the headrest. Her eyes flutter shut for a second. She’s not sure if it’s from frustration or the heaviness behind her eyes, but when she opens them again, Rafe is standing by the door now, wiping his palms on his pants, giving her that look- half amused, half sympathetic. “You know,” he says, voice lighter than she expects,

“I could give you a ride... If you want?”

Y/N blinks up at him, then glances past him- eyes landing on the black Range Rover parked just a few feet away. It gleams beneath the streetlight like something too expensive for a parking lot this grimy then she flicks her gaze back to him.

“I was gonna stop to get food,” she mumbles, almost like she’s testing the waters. “And I know it’s kind of late, so you probably won’t wan—”

“-It’s fine”

He cuts in easily with that low, calm tone of his., “I’ll drive you it's not a big deal.” He pauses, tipping his head slightly.

“What do you want?”

She squints at him and his generous offer before a tired grin starts twitching at the corners of her lips,

“Benny’s?”

“…What?”

His brows furrow, confused, “The hell is Benny’s?”

“You know,” she says, sitting up a little straighter, “the little burger drive-thru place near the bridge? It’s cheap but milkshakes are like the best on the whole island”

“Is this a Pogue thing?”

Her eyes narrow instantly before she rolls them taking her keys out of the ignition and pushing herself out of her seat, the door shutting behind her.

“You know what? I think I’ll just walk.”

He lets out a laugh, low and quiet, shaking his head at her attitude, “Alright, alright, relax,” he mutters, and he's already moving, beating her to the backseat and pulling out her duffel bag which he slings over his shoulder like it’s weightless, casually shutting her car door and locking it behind him.

“C’mon- no need to be so sensitive, bunny.”

He teases, walking toward his car like there’s no room for argument. He glances back over his shoulder when she doesn’t move still standing by her car.

“You coming or what?”

Y/N sighs, biting her lower lip to hide the smile tugging at it, before looking her car and shoving the car keys into her pocket starting towards him.

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She leaned forward slightly, peering into the small window at the drive-thru, “Can I get a double cheese with fries and a vanilla milkshake, please?” she asked, her voice a mix of hunger and exhaustion from the long night. She looked over at Rafe, eyebrows raised.

“What’re you having?”

He muttered something under his breath and she squinted her eyes clearly not understanding which prompted him to speak again,“I ain’t having anything.”

“Rafe,” she said, her voice a little sharper now. “No, you have to have something.”

“Fine.”

He rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. Then, speaking to the older man at the window, who was waiting for them patiently, he ordered, “I’ll have the same, but with a Coke instead of the milkshake.” The man nodded, punching in the order before giving them the total. Y/N reached for her own bag, opening it up. Rafe watched her with a furrowed brow, watching her rummage around inside pulling out a small brown paper bag.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m paying”

She stated in a matter of factly tone, her fingers brushing over some of the crumpled bills in the paper bag. Rafe scoffed, shooting her a look before speaking out.

“Don’t be stupid, Maybank.”

Before she could protest Rafe grabbed his wallet from his pocket, pulling out a card and tapping it against the machine, paying without even thinking twice. “Thanks,” he muttered to the man who passed him the receipt, Y/N sat still in her seat now, bills still in her hands as she spoke up,

"I can't believe you jus-"

“Don’t argue with me and put the money away Y/N.”

She opened her mouth but it closed as she defeatedly put the money back into the bag which returned to the duffle in her lap. Meanwhile, the older man in the window was now handing the bags with their food to Rafe who handed them over to her and she took the, from him, the delicious smell of fast food hitting her senses immediately. Her stomach growled in appreciation at the thought of a greasy double cheeseburger and crispy fries.

"Thank you"

She said quietly, meeting his eyes for a brief moment, her voice soft. Rafe just nodded, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he started the car and pulled out of the lot, the tires humming on the asphalt. Y/N couldn’t help but sip from her milkshake, the cold, creamy sweetness comforting as they drove in silence for a while. She looked around, still processing the quiet after the busy night at the club. Then, she finally spoke up, breaking the stillness.

“Where are we going?”

She asked, glancing over at him. Rafe looked over at her with a small grin, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes at the small mystery.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you're a smart girl.”

She wanted to reach over and smack his arm at his idiotic comment, however she couldn't stop the smile from creeping on her face, so instead she turned her head away from him so he wouldn't see it. The sound of the car engine hummed steadily beneath them, and the familiar scenery started to pass by. The soft glow of the streetlights and the cool breeze through the window. And then she saw it, the familiar, empty beach parking lot. The one that always seemed to be the spot where their paths converged, no matter what. Rafe pulled into the a parking space with ease, the sound of the car’s engine winding down as he parked with a view of the distant sand and waves crashing softly under the moonlight. He switched the car off, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow at her expectantly.

“So, are you eating both bags or what?”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh, shut up,” she said, shoving one of the bags toward him.

“It’s all yours Cameron.”

He let out an amused hum, taking the bag from her with a roll of his eyes. The soft, easy banter felt natural between them, and for a moment, it was just the two of them and the calm sounds of the ocean, nothing more. His fingers moved wrapping his burger as he leaned back in his seat, the salt air mixing with the smell of food.

“You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”

“Yeah, the nicest”

She just shook her head, taking a long sip of her milkshake again. The soft glow of the dashboard illuminated the quiet beach around them, and as they ate, the sound of the waves and the occasional crunch of fries was all that filled the space. Y/N glanced over at Rafe, watching him chew thoughtfully as he finished his bite, and then took a slow sip of his drink. “So...” she started, breaking the silence, her voice casual but with a hint of curiosity.

“What do you think?"

Rafe paused for a second, chewing his food slowly before swallowing. He looked over at her, a slight smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Not too bad for a Pogue-owned place.”

Y/N's eyes narrowed playfully at him, and without missing a beat, she shoved his shoulder with her own, making him sway slightly in his seat, “Hey! Watch it Maybank- you’re lucky this food’s good or I’d kick you out and make you walk home.”

She popped another fry into her mouth, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she raised her hands in mock surrender. Rafe chuckled softly, his gaze flicking over to her, the smirk still playing on his lips. Y/N clearly not holding back the smile tugging at her lips teased, “Yeah, yeah.” She leaning back in her seat as she turned to look at him saying,

“you know, for a guy who's the 'Kook King' you sure do like Pogue stuff.”

Rafe’s amusement deepened, his eyes flicking over to the beach for a second before meeting hers again. But then his gaze lingered on her, his playful edge now replaced with something softer, more intense. He wiped his mouth, setting his food down, and casually leaned back in his seat, “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little quieter now,

“s’not the only Pogue thing I like...”

Y/N felt the air shift at his words, something unspoken hanging between them. She looked over at him, her heart skipping a beat before she quickly turned her attention back to her burger, taking a slow final bite to avoid the pull of his stare. She reached for her milkshake taking the lid off and tilting the cup to catch the last bit of the cool, sweet drink. She let it hit her mouth, savouring the flavour as a small drop dribbled down the side of her lip. She didn’t even notice it at first, but the coolness of the drink against her lips felt sharp, and she instinctively reached for a napkin.

But before she could wipe it away, she felt the warmth of his hand beside her. Rafe’s thumb gently brushed across her skin, wiping the drop away. The touch was light, but it lingered longer than it should have, and her breath caught in her throat as she followed the motion of his hand. Her eyes tracked his thumb as he slowly pulled it back to his mouth, his gaze never leaving her face as he licked the sticky sweetness from his skin.

The action slow and deliberate.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the intimacy of the gesture. The words she might’ve said caught in her throat, and she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment now press in on her. The warmth of his gaze felt different now, charged in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready for- but couldn't quite escape, couldn’t quite help herself from. As Rafe's gaze remained on her, intense and unyielding, her tongue unconsciously came out, sweeping across her lower lip. The movement was small, but it didn’t miss him. Her eyes flickered toward his lips, and she felt a heat rise in her chest. Her breath caught for a moment, her body language shifting, drawn in despite herself. Rafe noticed, of course. His gaze darkened, lips pressing together as if fighting back some kind of tension. He felt the subtle shift in her, the way her body language had changed, he could see it in the way she couldn’t pull her gaze from him, how her breath seemed to slow just the tiniest bit. A flicker of something passed between them, and without a word, he shifted closer, leaning toward her slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N…”

He murmured, his voice low and rough, tinged with something raw. She whispered, her voice catching in the air between them, the word a soft invitation.

“Rafe...”

She didn't even realise she had said it until the word left her lips. Quiet. Almost like a plea, or maybe just amplified by the weight of everything they hadn’t said yet to each other. They were inches apart now, so close that Y/N could feel the heat radiating from his body. The air between them was thick with tension, the quiet hum of the car’s heating was the only sound filling the space. Her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, the words hanging heavy in the silence.

"We shouldn't"

She whispered, barely audible, her voice thick with uncertainty, her heart pounded in her chest, pulse racing. Rafe’s gaze dropped to her lips for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and hushed, like the slightest noise could break the fragile thread of the moment between them.

"Then we won't"

He replied, his breath warm against her skin, close enough to feel the words vibrate through her chest. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, and the words hung between them like a delicate dance neither was ready to disrupt. Their proximity felt charged, every second stretched thin, hanging in the air like something that could either fall apart or ignite into something they hadn't fully prepared for. Neither wanted to break it- this moment so fragile, so full of something neither could quite name. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, neither of them daring to make the first move, both waiting for the other to break, until quietest wiper left Y/N's lips,

“Please”

And Rafe couldn’t hold back anymore.

He shifted just the slightest bit closer, his breath mingling with hers, and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in the softest of touches.

It was like a spark that ignited fire, a flame that had been waiting to burst into something more for months now. Y/N’s breath hitched as the sensation of his lips on hers sent a wave of warmth flooding through her. Her fingers, almost instinctively, went to the back of his head, threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Her other hand found the fabric of his shirt, gripping it between her fingers, feeling the heat of his body through the material.

Rafe’s hand found her jaw, his thumb brushing gently over her skin as he cradled her face, keeping her close, not wanting to pull away. He deepened the kiss, just a little, coaxing her to follow, to melt into him the way he’d been yearning for. Her lips parted ever so slightly and he didn’t hesitate, the kiss growing more urgent, more heated, as though their bodies were finally catching up to what had been blooming between.

Their lips clashed against each other a little messier now , a little more desperate- the kind of desperation that only comes after months of restraint, of pretending nothing was simmering beneath the surface when they both new that was a lie. Y/N shifted breathlessly closer, nearly climbing into his lap as their mouths moved in sync, lips tugging, parting, meeting again with growing intensity. Rafe’s hand moved from her jaw to the back of her neck, holding her steady, holding her close, while her fingers curled tighter in his shirt like she didn’t want to let go.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Her phone vibrated insistently from the cupholder, a harsh reminder of the world outside of their little moment. She hesitated, lips still brushing his, her brows pulling together slightly as she started to pull away, glancing toward the source of the sound. But Rafe didn’t let her get far. His hand found her jaw again, gentle but firm, pulling her back toward him. His forehead rested against hers nose bumping into hers, his breath warm as he whispered, low and quiet,

“Leave it.”

His eyes searched hers, full of heat and something much deeper than simple desire, and in that second- nothing else mattered. She looked back down at the still-buzzing phone, her body torn for a brief moment. And then, just as quickly, she looked back up at him and leaned in, pressing her mouth to his again.

Like choosing him wasn’t even a question.

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dazedhyu · 2 months ago

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Sunrise 𓂃 🌆 lmk

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー bf!mark x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : established relationship, smut, unprotected rough sex (wrap it b4 you tap it!!), morning / afternoon sex, pussy slapping, praising, choking, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, lots of pet names (he's literally obsessed w you) ... lmk if i missed any ><

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : hello hello! i went crazy on this... plz enjoy... a gift for my new fans since you guys are enjoying focus so much! i have three longer fics in the works rn that should be coming out through the next month or two (hopefully..) so stay tuned for those! (one dropping on valentines day so keep an eye out ;3) hope u love rough markie as much as i do <3

Just a few hours ago, you and Mark were tangled in the sheets, the warmth of his body the only thing keeping you grounded as the morning light filtered through the blinds. His breath was soft against your skin, slow and steady, like he was savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. You stirred awake to the feel of his hands gently tracing the curve of your body, fingertips lightly grazing over your skin as if he was memorizing every inch of you.

His lips brushed against your cheek, your jaw, leaving featherlight kisses that made your heart race, your breath hitching as his soft, sweet voice whispered, "You're so beautiful, baby. So perfect just for me."

You melted into him, your own hands reaching up to touch him, feeling the tenderness of his touch, the way his voice wrapped around you like a protective blanket.

It felt like the world was quiet, just the two of you, nothing but warmth and affection. It truly was such a 180 from the way he was fucking you right now, his fingers digging into your hips, harsh and possessive, each thrust coming fast and deep. His cock brutally pounding into you in a way that has your head spinning and walls tightening around him.

His voice is the same, that soft, low murmur of praise. His hands move down to grip at the back of your thighs, pinning them down against your chest, making you cry out as he pushes himself deeper into your heat. His tip brushing against your cervix, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you that only he could ever reach.

Mark's breath is warm against your ear, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurts, but you can't bring yourself to care. The rhythmic crash of his hips against you mixed with your whiny moans and his desperate grunts filled the room, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress. You can barely catch your breath, his name barely leaving your lips before he's smirking above you, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You okay, baby?" His voice is so sweet it almost makes you forget how rough he's being. "Making you feel good, yeah?"

You try to nod, but the sharp movement of his hips makes your vision blur with tears. The soft, mocking chuckle he lets out makes it all worse, and before you know it, you're trembling under him, breath shaky, eyes glossy, and mind completely dazed.

"Poor thing," he coos, his voice soft, comforting even. One of his hands slides from your thigh to cup your cheek in his palm, his thumb gently wiping away at the tears streaming down your heated, red tinted skin. "You're crying already, pretty girl?"

You try to hold back a sob, biting your lip in frustration, but the words spill out anyway, "Please, Markie... pleaseー"

He cuts you off, his hand moving from your cheek to harshly slap at your aching clit, all while nearly sliding completely out of you before quickly pushing back inside with a deep thrust. His grin widening at the way your back arched up and cries grew louder. "You like that, don’t you? Like it when I'm rough, baby?”

You weakly nodded with a small whimper, your nails digging into his back as you clawed at him, leaving marks that would stay. His chest rumbled with laughter, low and dark. Slapping your poor cunt once again before wrapping his hand around your throat slightly and squeezing, not enough to cut off air flow just enough to make you gasp, his cock twitching inside you with each moan and plea that escaped your lips.

The steady, brutal rhythm of his length slamming into you, stretching you out perfectly. Each movement deep and unforgiving. You're barely able to keep your eyes open as your body shakes, and nails digging so deep into him he winced.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, it feels like your mind is about to shatter, but he doesn't let up. Not even for a second. "m-markie," you manage, but he's not listening. He's too busy watching you fall apart beneath him.

"You're so fucking perfect when you cry for me," he says, voice so sweet it makes your head spin. Another hard thrust and your vision blanks, your whole body a mess of trembling limbs and broken moans. "Thought you could take it... but look at you now."

“m-mark.. ‘m g-gonna-” You started but was completely cut off by his grip around your throat tightening, the guttural moan that left his lips feeling your walls pulse around him was enough to push you over the edge. “Fuuuuuck baby, cum on my cock. Be a good girl.” His voice was deep, commanding even. His hand that’s still on your thigh pushing your leg even closer to you, his pace and roughness somehow managing to deepen.

He watches your face carefully, delighting in how each hit of pleasure makes you weaker, more desperate. You're a complete mess of overstimulation and desperation and he loves it more than anything.

Your body tensed up, cries and pleads dropping to a stuttering mess of whimpers as your orgasm finally washed over you. You're barely able to respond, barely conscious, your body weak from the overstimulation, every nerve on fire as he continues to pound into you. Your hands weakly dropping to his sides doing everything you can to try and ground yourself, but it's no use, you're too gone, too overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure he's wringing from you.

Mark simply smirks, softly rubbing your thigh yet his thrusts are still relentless, his hands tightening on you, guiding you through the onslaught of pleasure and pain.

"Baby, you're still so tight," He groans, his voice strained while he ignores your desperate cries for him to stop. He doesn't care. His pace never slows, not even when you try to squirm beneath him, when you can barely breathe, let alone form words. "m-mark.." You manage to breathlessly pant out.

"Can't stop now, baby," Mark murmurs, his voice strained, low. He doesn't slow, doesn't give you any mercy; he's got you pinned, each thrust sending shockwaves through you as he chases his own release. His hand loosens on your throat and travels down to your waist with an unbelievably tight grip.

His breathing is ragged, every movement desperate as he fights to reach his high. "Such a good baby for me, always take my cock so well." His voice is barely audible, the words only adding to your overstimulation. You're not even sure if you can handle another round, but he's relentless, digging into you as if there's no stopping until he gets what he wants.

Finally, with a low groan, Mark stills above you, his body going rigid as he reaches his release, his cock twitching before he cums deep inside you. The two of you are left in a tangled mess of sweat and exhaustion. He's gripping and holding you even as he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

Neither of you can move for a moment, completely spent, hearts pounding in sync as you both come down from the overwhelming sensations. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours for a moment before he looked down, smirking at the ring of both of your releases around his length.

Slowly, he pulled out, shushing you with a gentle kiss once you whined, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. His lips were soft, reassuring, against your skin as he peppered small kisses down your body, tracing the path from your chest to your tummy. Every touch was delicate, tender.

His hands were light on your thighs as he parted them slowly, gawking at the way his cum dripped out of your sore hole. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and full of desire. "Look at you," he spoke, voice low and soothing despite the ache in his tone. "my pretty baby. Always so gorgeous when i fill you up." His gaze was filled with admiration, but there was a hunger behind it; he wasn't finished with you yet.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before he moved closer, as if drawn to the lingering warmth of your body. He pressed a soft kiss to your bundle of nerves, his grip on your thighs tightening as your legs tensed up. “Don’t move, baby, let me clean you up.”

love letter from mae 💌 holy moly.. i had completely different intentions when i started plotting this and 100% got carried away LMFAO,,, i hope u enjoyed! mark is so yummy.. this is the quickest ive ever written something lol

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 2 months ago

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． 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 . ?!

⟢ tws : nsfw/smut, bunny fem!reader, dubcon, p*rn with no plot, rough sex, degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, crying, mild dacryphilia, overstimulation, size kink?, clit play, squirting, mention of reader drooling, reader is implied to be chubby, tail and ears play, pet names (bunny, sweetheart, etc), & other stuff!

⟢ note : art header is by rororo_mg on X ! also happy 900+ followers for me! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ also not proofread!

“You're such a dumb little bunny, aren’t you?” Phainon chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement as he pressed you against the mattress, his body caging yours in. His gloved fingers dug into your plush thighs, keeping you spread wide as he fucked into you with rough, steady thrusts. Your soft ears twitched helplessly, your fluffy tail flicking against the sheets, every movement of your body betraying how completely wrecked you were.

You could barely form a response—your mouth hung open, soft little whimpers spilling out as your body jolted with every deep stroke.

“Bet you can’t even think right now, huh?”Phainon teased, nipping at your jaw before grabbing your chin, making you look at him. “Just a stupid little bunny, letting me fuck you silly.”

You moaned at his words, your head lolling to the side. “Ngh—P-Phainon—feels too good,” you whined, your hands gripping onto his clothes for stability.

“Yeah?” His grin widened, amusement flickering in his baby blue eyes. “Then you better hold on, sweetheart, ‘cause I’m not stopping till that pretty little brain of yours turns to mush.”

And with that, he slammed into you harder, drawing out another desperate, needy moan. You could only whimper, your tail fluffing up against the sheets, completely at his mercy, your body trembling as he fucked you stupid—just like he said he would.

Phainon only laughed when your voice broke into a hiccupping whimper, your soft thighs trembling beneath his grip. His pace never slowed, fucking into you with the same rough, devastating rhythm that had your body bouncing helplessly beneath him. You were so warm, so tight around him, your insides squeezing down like you were made for this.

“N-No!” you sobbed, your ears twitching violently as you tried to shake your head. “I’m not a stupid bunny!”

But your little cries, the way you clung to him, the way your body responded so perfectly to every thrust—you weren’t fooling anyone. Least of all Phainon.

He smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against the tear-streaked heat of your cheek. “Oh? Then why are you drooling all over yourself, huh?” He rolled his hips, forcing a choked gasp from your swollen lips. “Why are you taking me so well, squeezing me like you don’t want me to stop?”

“I-I don’t—!” you hiccupped, your voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your tail flicked wildly against the sheets, your hands clawing at his shoulders, but there was no real fight in your movements—just desperation. Just need.

Phainon grinned against your cheek, biting down gently before licking away the dampness of your tears. “Liar,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. His fingers slid down to press against the sensitive bump between your thighs, circling it in lazy, teasing strokes. “You love being my dumb bunny. Even if you won’t admit it.”

You let out a high, shuddering sob, your walls clenching around him in pure, involuntary reaction. “Ngh—d-don’t s-say that!” you wailed, your face burning hot.

Phainon only hummed, his smirk deepening. “I’ll stop when you stop proving me right.” He thrust deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and your next cry came out broken—too lost in pleasure to be anything but the truth.

Phainon’s smirk only widened when your breath hitched into another helpless sob, your body arching beneath him as he kept up his pace. Your ears twitched violently, your tail fluffing up against the sheets, betraying just how overwhelmed you were. He was right, and you both knew it—you could cry and protest all you wanted, but your body told the real story.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his lips down your tear-streaked cheek, nipping at your jaw. “All fucked dumb on my cock, still trying to act like you’ve got a single thought in that little head of yours.” He laughed, deep and smug, his gloved fingers pressing firmer against the throbbing bud between your thighs. “Sweetheart, you lost that fight the second you started drooling.”

You let out a choked whimper, your hands pawing uselessly at his shoulders. "S-Shut up!" you wailed, voice high and desperate, but it only made him push deeper, drawing another broken sob from your lips.

“Make me,” he taunted, his thrusts growing sharper, sending jolts of pleasure through your trembling form. “Oh, wait—you can’t. Too busy taking it like my perfect, dumb little bunny.”

Your tail flicked wildly, your whole body squirming beneath him as if trying to escape the truth pressing down on you from all angles. But there was nowhere to run—not when you were stretched around him, not when every roll of his hips sent heat licking up your spine.

“N-No! I-I don’t—!” You gasped as he angled deeper, your head tossing back against the pillows. “I d-don’t—!”

“You do.” His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned with amusement, with something darker, something possessive. “So go on, sweetheart. Cry for me. Beg me to stop if you really mean it.”

Your breath shuddered, your lips parting—but no protest came. Just another soft, needy little whimper. Just another desperate clench around his cock.

Phainon grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

And then he fucked you harder.

Phainon’s relentless thrusts drove you deeper into a frenzy, your body responding to him in ways you couldn’t control. Each powerful push sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you, your walls clenching around him with an urgency that only fueled his desire to dominate. He loved the way you writhed beneath him, a perfect mix of desperation and delight.

“Look at you, so lost in it,” he taunted, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to kiss the tender skin of your neck. “Can you even think straight? Or is that little brain of yours just full of how good it feels to be my dumb bunny?”

You could only whimper in response, the heat pooling in your core building to an almost unbearable intensity. You felt utterly exposed, completely at his mercy, and yet every thrust only stoked the fire within you. It was maddening—and yet you craved more.

“Please…” you begged, your voice breaking as you desperately sought release. “I need—”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Phainon’s grip on your chin tightened as he pulled back, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Use your words.”

“I need… I need you to touch me there!” you cried out, cheeks flushed with humiliation but unable to deny the truth of your desire.

“Touch you where?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Your breath hitched as he thrust deeper, the force of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. “M-My clit! Please!”

“Good girl,” he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, he released your chin and moved his hand between your bodies, fingers expertly finding your clit. His touch was electric, the pressure building as he rubbed tight circles around the sensitive bud, perfectly timed with the rhythm of his thrusts.

You gasped, your body arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you. “Yes! Just like that!” you cried, feeling the heat coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“See? There’s that beautiful sound,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth as he kept his fingers moving, teasing and coaxing your pleasure higher. “You’re such a good little bunny for me, aren’t you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through you—the fullness of his cock inside you, the blissful pressure of his fingers on your clit, and the overwhelming wave of heat threatening to crest. You were close, so close, but it felt like a teasing edge that just wouldn’t tip.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” Phainon warned, his tone shifting to something more commanding. “I want to feel you squirt all over my cock, sweetheart. Let go. Let me feel you.”

The authority in his voice sent another jolt of desire through you, and with every thrust, every flick of his fingers, you felt the dam within you ready to break. “P-Phainon, I—I can’t—!”

“Shh, just let it happen,” he coaxed, his fingers moving faster, harder against your clit. “You can do it. I know you can.”

It felt like everything in your body was tightening, a spring coiling to its limit. You could hardly think; all that existed was the pulsing pleasure, the ache for release, and Phainon’s relentless voice urging you on.

And then, with one final thrust and a desperate cry, it happened. The world exploded in pleasure as you let go, your body responding without hesitation. You squirted around his cock, the rush of ecstasy washing over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under.

“Yes! Just like that, sweetheart!” Phainon growled, his pace never faltering as he reveled in the feeling of you clenching and spasming around him. “Such a good girl. Look at you—completely lost in it.”

You felt like you were floating, the room spinning as pleasure coursed through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Every aftershock was more intense than the last, your body still trembling beneath him as he continued to drive into you, pushing you through the high you’d just reached.

“Please… I can’t—” you gasped, but Phainon’s thrusts showed no signs of slowing.

“Keep going, sweetheart. I want to feel you milk me dry,” he said, voice low and hungry. “You’re going to take everything I have to give.”

Each thrust was met with the perfect friction of his cock against your walls, your sensitive clit still throbbing under his ministrations. You felt overstimulated but still yearning for more, and with every sharp thrust, every roll of his hips, you were dragged deeper into the whirlpool of pleasure he had created.

“Phainon, I can’t take it!” you cried, tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes as your body writhed beneath him.

“Then tell me how much you want it,” he commanded, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Tell me how much you love being my dumb little bunny.”

You gasped, your heart racing at his words, feeling the heat flush through you once again. “I—I love it! I love being your dumb bunny! Please, don’t stop!” You cried out loud, your fluffy tail wiggling like crazy.

“Good girl,” he purred, the satisfaction in his voice sending a thrill through you. “Now let’s see just how much more you can take.”

With renewed determination, he picked up his pace, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep within you, each thrust pushing you closer to another edge. You were completely at his mercy, and in that moment, you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

“P—Phainon—Ahh!” you cried out, feeling the pressure building again, ready to explode. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around me again,” he urged, his voice a sultry promise that sent shivers down your spine.

You felt that familiar tightness coiling in your core once more, and with a few more thrusts, you surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your cunt tightened around him, and you cried out as you came again, squirting around him in a rush of ecstasy.

“Yes! That’s it!” Phainon growled, his own release following closely behind as he thrust into you one last time, filling your pussy up completely. The sensation of him spilling into you pushed you even higher, and you felt like you were floating in pure bliss, completely consumed by pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy finally began to subside, Phainon collapsed beside you, panting and satisfied, a satisfied grin on his face. “See? You really are my perfect little bunny.”

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ttsukiimi · 1 year ago

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DAMN, I NEED YOU RN!

୨୧⋆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ Being away from you has had its effects on them—and only being buried deep inside you can rid them of their neediness.

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ pũssywhipped!gojo x reader, pũssywhipped!nanami x reader, pũssywhipped!toji x reader, pũssywhipped!choso x reader, smut (mdni), unprotected sx, oral (f receiving), kitchen sx, reader referred to as (baby, doll)

୨୧⋆ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ sigh, SIGH. *turns away and looks at the sunset*

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. 𝗚. 𝗦

“Oh—fuck, baby,” Satoru groaned in your ear—practically rasped as his hips snapped repeatedly against your plump ass, his eyes taking in the sight of your tear stained eyes and face. “Almost forgot what it was like bein’ inside you,”

You whined into the sheets and your hands gripped the covers under you, holding onto anything that could structure you from the harsh and unrelenting rams of thick cock into your poor cunt. “So good, ‘Toru,”

His mission had been so grueling, so long—and that meant time away from you; time away from being able to fuck his princess. Which is why the sound of skin against skin was resonating so loud throughout your shared bedroom, the smell of lewd sex filling the air. And even then that wasn’t enough—he’d have to be inside you for the time he wasn’t.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. 𝗡.𝗞

Now, Nanami Kento is a rational man. A man of order and formal authority. However, when it came to you, those unspoken rules were hurled out the window. When it came to you, thinking about you, missions seemed ten times as long. Knowing how your moans would bounce off the walls, yours legs wrapping around his waist, manicured nails scratching red lines down his back—oh, he barely managed to stop himself from cumming in his pants.

He waisted no time once he got home—bending you over the kitchen counter and stuffing himself into you. The feeling of your walls clamping down around him was like no other—and for the second time that day he halted the coming of his climax.

“Ken..you’re so needy today,” you mumbled, cheek squished against the marble counter Nanami pushed your head to. There was no response to your statement, only a low hum—one that guaranteed a long day of being stuffed to the brim.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. 𝗧.𝗙

Was Toji a sex addict? You thought so—no, you knew so—you even had evidence to back that up; mornings where you woke up filled to the hilt, evening where a innocent cuddling session turned awry, nights where no sleep was had. But this, this was a new occurrence.

“Y’r takin’ it all soo well, doll,” Toji whistled, pushing in his head and instantly bottoming out, thumb rubbing at your clit. It hadn’t even been a minute since he arrived home from a task; you’d went to greet him at the door and before you knew it you were pushed against a nearby wall, being filled with cock.

His arms caged you in—forced you to take each ruthless thrust he was driving into you. It didn’t help that earlier you had been teasing him, sending him nudes while you knew he was at work. But Toji didn’t mind, he knew just the punishment for a brat like you.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. 𝗖.𝗞

“Cho,” you mumbled, your fingers carding through his silky, black hair, pushing his head further, closer to your aching cunt. His tongue felt heavenly as it lapped up every bit of your essence, licking and sucking so curiously; like he needed more.

“You taste so good,”

Everything about him was different today. First he’d let his hair down, truly a sight to behold, then, with how touchy he was, you couldn’t deny his request to eat you out. How could you?

It was your duty to make him feel better after a long days work, and god knows you cannot say no to him. Especially now when he’s in between your legs, slurping your clit and eating you out as if his life depended on it.

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rosenclaws · 5 months ago

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ok, ok “suck on my fingers.” and “don’t make a mess, baby.” prompt with the worse wolverine? btw i love your words!!!

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum eating (kinda? i think thats whats this called idk he just sticks his fingers in ur mouth after fingering)

600 follower drabble masterlist

a/n: I'm gonna be so real I am coping hard rn. I am devastated and worried for the future but if writing wolverine smut is what helps that is what I shall do. I hope you like it!!

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Fuck at this point you'd believe that you've been here for days. Wrapped in his arms. Trapped under his adamantium bone and super human strength. The sheets slip through your fingers as your grip grows weaker. Logan has been teasing you, playing with you like a piece of meat.

Logan is upright against the headboard. He’s got your back against his chest. One of strong arms is keeping you upright. Forcing you to sit there. His other hand is shoved into your panties. He didn’t even bother to take them off.

There’s something playing on the TV in your room but you lost any sense of your surroundings about an hour ago. Logan likes to play with his food. Always has.

Your big hot boyfriend loves to make a mess of things before he eats.

“Oh Fuck Logannnn.” You whine as he slips two of his fingers into your already soaked cunt.

Your panties are soaked from Logan’s touch. He won’t even bother taking them off. He likes the obscene sight of his hands down them. Loves seeing his fingers disappear and watch your cute face scrunch up in pleasure.

You’re trying with all your might to squirm away. Not that you wanted him to stop but the pleasure was overwhelming. Your body was moving without your brain at this point. Pure instinct. Logan growls in your ear. Shoving another finger inside to shut you up.

“Quiet. I’m not done with you yet.” You tilt your neck to the side as Logan’s rough thumb starts to circle your clit harshly.

The sounds of your pleasure are loud and Logan is unashamedly eating them up. His fingers movie faster and faster. Pounding into you with a force that makes you scream. Your dripping down his hands and onto the sheets. Logan tuts and shakes his head mockingly.

“Don’t make a mess baby.” He scolds as he drives his fucking fingers deep inside of you. Fucking liar. He loves when you make a mess. Nothing boosts his ego more.

He feels so good. His fingers are tearing you apart. He’s hell bent on making you come harder than you ever have. He can never get enough. It's like a competition with himself. Making sure you know only he can do this to you over and over. A pressure builds deep in your core and your eyes widen when you feel a certain feeling.

“Logan wait I-“ Your pleas are silenced as another moan rips through your throat.

You chant his name over and over as your legs start to shake. Logan watches in awe as you squirt all over the bed. He doesn't let up as he pulls as much as he can. You're moaning only pushes him further. He's whispering dirty things in your ear but you can barely hear him. Your body is screaming in pure pleasure and its all you can hear.

"Too much." You manage to whimper out as Logan continues to fuck his fingers into you.

He hums and in a moment of mercy decides you've had enough for tonight. Such a good pet. His fingers are coated. He pulls them apart and smirks as he brings them to your lips.

“Come on, suck on my fingers." He coos as you lazily open your mouth. Your perfect pretty lips surrounding his fingers, sucking your own juices from his fingers.

"Taste yourself, see why I can't get enough of this delicious cunt." His eyes grow dark as he watches your lips take his fingers so easily. You look up with glossy eyes. Completely fucked out because of him.

"Cute." He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you closer. His fingers slip out of your mouth and he dips back down into your soaked underwear. You whine when he gently brushes over your sensitive clit.

"Shhh sweetheart," His moves are softer this time, gentle.

"Just relax. Let me get my taste too."

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett smut #600 followers

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gh0stsp1d3r · 8 months ago

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Logan is never one to stray from blood.

warnings: fem!reader, period sex, oral (f receiving)

A/n:. freaky ahh hcs. ☠️ im writing another logan fic rn so take these hcs while i do.

Masterlist | kofi

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ don’t even think of telling this man “stop, im on my period.” because he dgaf at all.

he looks at you, confused as to why that would stop him, hands still on them hem of your pants. He already knew you were.

“Okay?” He says with furrowed eyebrows, just continuing what he was doing, you whining and shoving his hands away so he finally stops.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you tell him that you don’t want him to see you like that or something?? he’s still confused as shit.

“Do you really think that blood is gonna stop me?” He asked you with raised eyebrows, you huffing and shrugging. “Do you not want to… or..?” He asks, slightly worried he did something wrong.

“I mean… I do, but I didn’t think that you wanted to see me like that. I’m just warning you.”

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ he straight up says “I don’t care about some blood.” And continues to rip off your panties.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ logan is a #pussyeatingchampion. you wonder how tf he got so good then remember he’s got a couple 100 years of experience. lmfaoo. Anyways…

nothing changes when you’re on your period, he’s still eating you out like a fucking god. and a small part of him enjoys it even more than he usually does like this.

it’s messy, your hands gripping at his hair, his tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s his last meal.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ and he fucks even better! he’s a lot more slow when you’re on your period, gentler even. he wants you to be comfy, and he doesn’t wanna do anything that would hurt you ):

He’s coaxing like 3 orgasms out of you, not that he ever wants to stop (if you get the reference LMFAOO) but he knows that he also has much more stamina than you do, so yeah…

You both end up having to sleep on the couch on those nights, the sheets messed up. You’re a bit embarrassed after, but he makes sure that yk he cares less about the blood, and as long as you feel better that’s all that matters. :>

your honor he’s my baby boy

#wolvie #hcs #wolverine x reader #wolverine #logan howlett x you #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett smut #logan howlett xmen #x men #wolverine smut #wolverine x you #wolverine x y/n #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #logan howlett x y/n #thoughts 💭

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peaceqi · 1 year ago

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miguel o'hara breeding kink smut cause i'm ovulating rn

pairing: miguel o'hara x female reader

tags: established relationship, breeding kink, praise kink, creampie, little bit of dumbification, little bit of orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex, female reader, afab anatomy, dom!miguel, oneshot

SO NSFW. minors dni!

spanish to english translations are at the bottom :)

word count: 992

he has you lying down with your ass up, pillow under your hips, and a firm grip on your hips. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and about how much he wants to fuck you.

miguel slides his thick, hard cock in between your folds, soaking in your wetness, before lining himself up at your entrance. he slowly pushes into your tight cunt.

"fuuuck, i missed this," miguel groans, holding back the urge to plunge deep inside you. you bury your face into the sheets as you feel the mild ache of being stretched out. he continues to slide in until he reaches the hilt, his tip pushing against your cervix.

he pauses to give you a moment to adjust to his girth. you feel so full, you can barely breathe. "go slow miguel, you're too big," you whine.

he chuckles, "lo estás haciendo muy bien, cariño." he starts to pump into you, straining to keep a slow pace. your heavy breaths and soft moans fill the room.

as he slowly thrusts his dick into your tight cunt, the previous sting of being stretched transforms into a throbbing pleasure.

you feel a coil start to form in your lower abdomen and your moans start to get louder, his gentle pace no longer being enough for you. "mm, fuck me harder, miguel," you plead.

"anything for you, my princesa." he tightens his grip on your hips as he drags his dick out until his tip is just slightly kissing your entrance. he then slams his hips against you, driving his cock so deep inside you, you swore you felt it in your stomach.

you weren't prepared for the sheer power that this man is fucking you with. he thrusts into you at a dizzying pace and you can barely choke out his name.

"te sientes tan bien." he slaps your ass, delivering a sharp sting that makes you inhale sharply, "fuck you're so tight." he grabs your asscheek, groaning at the site of himself sliding in and out of you.

you moan in response, barely comprehending what he was saying. you were so fucked out of your mind and could only focus on the orgasm that you were so close to having.

just as you feel yourself almost reach your peak, miguel pulls out, leaving you empty. your poor walls clench around nothing. "miguel!" you whine in protest, "put it back in!"

he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back, settling himself in between your legs. "i want to see your pretty face when you cum." he separates your folds with his cock, rubbing against your sensitive clit. you wrap your arms and legs around him and he buries his head into the crook of your neck, before plugging you back up again.

all you can do is mumble his name over and over again as he continuously rams into you. every pump delivering mind-numbing pleasure. the orgasm you were robbed of had crept back, and once again you felt a tightness in your stomach.

"i'm gonna fill you up, fuck a baby into you," he groaned in between the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your soft flesh.

his words drive you crazy. the thought of being stuffed full of miguel's hot, thick cum brought you closer to the edge. he knows you're close, so he pounds into you faster and harder, chasing your release.

pressure builds until you feel the tension wound in your stomach burst. you cry out his name as your walls contract and you cream around his cock. he groans at the feeling of the added slick and your pussy squeezing around his dick.

he doesn't stop after you come down from your high. "you did so good, mami," he whispers in your ear, "ahora es mi turno." he holds you in place by your hips and fucks his dick into you, driven by a primal desire to fill you with his seed.

you're overstimulated and fucked out, your body limp and your eyes rolled back. all you could think about was how badly you wanted to be bred by miguel. "m-miguel," you stutter, "breed me. p-please."

"te voy a llenar con mi semen, te voy a follar hasta que estés embarazada. you're gonna make such a pretty mommy. f-fuck—" his thrusts get more erratic as he inches closer to his peak. he groans out your name before slamming your hips down onto his dick. he shutters as he releases thick ropes of cum into your desperate cunt, flooding your velvety walls. all you manage to do is let out some strained moans. nothing mattered more in that moment than you taking his seed. he makes sure to stuff his cum deep inside you, his tip jamming the entrance to your fertile womb. he pauses for second to catch his breath, before slowly rolling his hips, just to make sure he gave you every last drop.

he stops thrusting and collapses on top of you, but keeps you plugged up with his dick. his excess seed starts to dribble out of you. you're both panting, sweaty, and exhausted. he moves the hair out of your face and meets your lips with his for a gentle kiss. "look what you do to me. me vuelves loco, cariño,"

you let out a weak giggle, "you want my babies?" you ask playfully. you tangle your fingers in his hair, lazily combing through his messy locks.

"yeah," he returns a chuckle, "you're too pretty to not breed." he starts peppering your face and neck with pecks. "eres mi bonita esposa."

"i think you'd make a great father," you smile warmly and interlock your fingers with his. "you know...usually it takes a few tries before it takes."

"oh?" he asks amusingly, "well, i guess i'll have to fill you up again."

you feel his dick start to harden again inside of you. you brace yourself for another round.

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translations: ("lo estás haciendo muy bien, cariño" -> "you're doing so good, sweetheart") ("te sientes tan bien" -> "you feel so good") ("ahora es mi turno" -> "it's my turn now") ("te voy a llenar con mi semen, te voy a follar hasta que estés embarazada" -> "i'm gonna fill you up with my cum, fuck you till you're pregnant") ("me vuelves loco, cariño" -> "you drive me crazy, sweetheart") ("eres mi bonita esposa" -> you're my pretty wife")

hope you enjoy!!! >:0 btw this is my first time writing a fic that included dialogue in spanish, so idk if things are all well-written or gramatically correct. i tried to take some tips from spanish-speaking miguel o'hara enjoyers, but if anyone wants to correct anything or give me tips, i'm super super open to it!

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pedroscowgirl · 2 months ago

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In your hands

joel miller x fem!reader || main masterlist

Warnings!!smut! so minors DNI

no!outbreak ,use of sex toy, no specific age gap mentioned but joel is an old man (he's suprised by the new technology), praise kink, joel is in controle, oral job (m receiving), squirting, reader has hair (lenght not specified), size kink, crying but in a positive way, lmk if i forgot something! wc: 2.2k

A/n: the poll was so close between joel and aaron hotchner and it made me realise how long its been since i wrote something for him but i just have hyperfixations on these men from time to time and rn it's joel so i apologize. And as always pls lmk what you think of this :)

You and Joel had been seeing each other for a while now. It was casual, unspoken, and mostly physical. You’d find yourself at his place most of the time, tangled in his sheets, his rough hands exploring your body like he was mapping every inch of you. It was electric, intense, and always left you craving more. But today was different. Today, Joel had come to your place.

You were in the kitchen, trying to open a stubborn jar of pickles, when the lid finally gave way,but so did your grip. The sharp edge of the lid sliced into your finger, and you hissed, dropping the jar onto the counter. “Shit,” you muttered, clutching your hand.

Joel, who had been leaning against the doorway watching you struggle with that damn jar, straightened up immediately. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.

“Yeah, just a cut,” you said, holding up your finger to show him the thin line of blood welling up. “I think I have bandaids in my nightstand drawer. Can you grab one for me?”

He nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he turned and headed toward your bedroom. You busied yourself with rinsing the cut under the faucet, trying to ignore the way your heart raced at the thought of Joel in your room, rummaging through your things. It felt… intimate, somehow. More intimate than the nights you’d spent together.

But then you heard it, the unmistakable sound of Joel’s voice, low and teasing, calling your name. “Sweetheart?” he drawled, and something about the way he said it made your stomach flip. “You might wanna come in here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You dried your hands quickly and walked toward your bedroom, your mind racing. What could he have found? You didn’t have anything embarrassing in there… did you?

When you stepped into the room, you froze. Joel was standing near the edge of your bed, one of your bandaids in his hand, and in his other hand, he held your vibrating dildo. It was long, thick, and veiny, and the sight of it in Joel’s large, calloused hand made your face burn. His eyes were dark, his lips curled into that cocky smirk you both loved and hated.

“Damn,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You tired of me already?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your mind went blank as you stared at him, his smirk widening as he turned the toy over in his hand, examining it like he was appraising it. “This thing’s got some… heft to it,” he said, his tone teasing. “You been holdin’ out on me, darlin’?”

“Joel, it’s not—” you started, but he cut you off with a low chuckle.

“Relax,” he said, setting the toy down on the bed beside him. “I ain’t mad. Just… curious.”

He leaned back, his eyes raking over you in a way that made your skin prickle with heat. “You been usin’ this when I’m not around? Thinkin’ about me?”

Your breath hitched. There was no way you were admitting that to him. But the way he was looking at you, like he already knew the answer, made your knees weak. He patted the bed beside him, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that always sent shivers down your spine. “C’mere.”

You could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it making your skin prickle with anticipation. He had that look in his eye, the one that told you he was in control, and you were going to do exactly as he said.

"Take off your pants and underwear," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. "And sit on the bed."

You hesitated for just a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, but the look he gave you -a raised brow, a slight tilt of his head, was enough to make you move. You quickly slipped out of your clothes, your hands trembling as you pushed your pants and underwear down your legs, letting them fall to the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs slightly apart, your body exposed to him.

Joel didn’t say anything at first. He just watched you, his eyes trailing over your naked form, taking in every detail. Then he moved, stepping closer to the bed, his hand reaching out to the nightstand drawer. He opened it, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out the bottle of lube. He held the dildo in his hand, turning it over, examining it like he was studying some kind of weapon.

"Goddamn that new technology is impressive" he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and disbelief as he found the remote control. He pressed a button, and the tip of the dildo began to move, a slow, rhythmic motion that made your breath catch in your throat. Joel’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched it, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You ready for this, sweetheart?"

You nodded, your throat dry, your body already responding to the thought of what was coming. Joel didn’t wait for you to second-guess yourself. He squirted a generous amount of lube onto the dildo, spreading it evenly with his fingers before holding it out to you.

"Sit on it," he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated again, your heart racing, but the look in Joel’s eyes—the way he was watching you, like he could see straight through you—made you obey.

You positioned yourself over the dildo, your legs trembling as you slowly lowered yourself onto it. The sensation was intense, the size of it stretching you in a way that made your head spin. You gasped as you took it all in, your body adjusting to the fullness, your hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

Joel stood in front of you, his eyes locked on yours, his lips parted as he watched you take every inch. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Look at you, takin’ it so well."

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your body trembling as you tried to steady yourself. But before you could fully adjust, Joel’s hand moved, his fingers pressing a button on the remote. The dildo came to life, vibrating inside you, the sensation so sudden and intense that you cried out, your back arching as pleasure shot through your body.

"Fuck, Joel!" you moaned, your hands flying to your hair, pulling it back from your face as tears welled up in your eyes. The vibrations were relentless, sending waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling as you tried to hold yourself together.

Joel’s smirk widened, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you fall apart. "Oh, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous like this. Gettin’ fucked by some stupid piece of plastic, takin’ it like a good girl."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body responding to the way he was watching you, the way he was talking to you. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building inside you, your moans growing louder as the vibrations continued to push you toward the edge.

Joel stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a low growl that made your stomach clench. "You gonna let me watch you fall apart?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the pleasure continued to build. Joel’s grip on your chin tightened, his eyes locked on yours as he watched you, his own desire evident in the way his chest rose and fell, the way his jaw tightened.

"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Let me see you come."

And just like that, you did. The pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you came, your cries filling the room as Joel watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He didn’t let go of you, his grip on your chin firm as he kept you looking at him, forcing you to endure the intensity of your orgasm as it ripped through you.

Joel’s finger hovered over the button, his dark eyes locked on yours as he watched you squirm beneath him. The vibrations had been relentless, driving you to the edge of pleasure and desperation, and when he finally pushed the button to make them stop, you sighed in relief, your body trembling. You lifted yourself up, ready to take the toy out of you, but Joel’s hand shot out, stopping you mid-motion.

“No, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. “Not yet. I wanna try somethin’ with you. Sit back on it.”

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head slightly, your voice barely a whisper. “Joel, please…” you pleaded, your body still sensitive from the vibrations. But Joel just shushed you, his tone firm yet gentle, and you knew better than to argue with him. Reluctantly, you obeyed, lowering yourself back onto the toy, feeling it press deep inside you once more.

Joel’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched you, his hands moving to his belt. He undid it slowly, the sound of leather sliding through the loops making your breath hitch. He pushed his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, and your eyes immediately dropped to his cock, already hard and leaking. The sight of him made your mouth water, and Joel noticed, chuckling darkly as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

“Eyes on me, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough with desire. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushing as he stepped closer, his free hand cupping your jaw. “Open up,” he commanded, and you parted your lips without hesitation. He guided himself into your mouth, groaning softly as your tongue swirled around his tip.

You moaned around him, the vibrations from the toy still faintly buzzing inside you, making it hard to focus. But you wanted to please him, to show him how much he meant to you. You took him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth as you bobbed your head, your tongue working in tandem with your movements. Joel’s hand tangled in your hair, his grip firm but not painful, guiding you as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, his hips thrusting gently into your mouth. “You’re so damn good at this.” His praise sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and your pussy clenched around the toy, the sensation almost too much to bear. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to focus on him, but the fullness and the vibrations were overwhelming, making your mind hazy with need.

Joel noticed your struggle, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. “Shhh, baby, it’s alright,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “You can take it. Just relax for me, yeah?” His words were comforting, but they only made you more desperate, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure building inside you.

The toy shifted inside you, the vibrations intensifying as Joel adjusted the settings, and you cried, tears falling down on his cock, the sound muffled but full of need. Your eyes met his, pleading for release, but Joel just smirked, his grip on your hair tightening as he thrust deeper into your mouth.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation. “Take it all. You’re doin’ so good.” His praise only fueled your desire, and you moaned around him, your pussy clenching tightly around the toy as your orgasm threatened to overwhelm you.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Joel pulled himself out of your mouth, giving you a moment to catch your breath. But before you could fully recover, your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as you squirted onto the toy, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you. You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to come down from the high.

Joel watched you with a satisfied smirk, his hand stroking his cock as he admired the mess you’d made. “Damn, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty ” He stepped closer, his hand tangling in your hair once more as he guided your mouth back to his cock.

“One last thing,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. You opened your mouth obediently, and Joel thrust into you, his movements rough and desperate as he chased his own release. It didn’t take long,his hips stuttered, and he groaned your name as he came, his cum filling your mouth. You swallowed every drop, your eyes never leaving his as he pulled out, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand stroking your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and deep, a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just happened, and it left you feeling warm and cherished.

As you lay there together, Joel’s arms wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but smile. He was rough and demanding, but he always took care of you, always made sure you were satisfied. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew there was no one else you’d rather be with.

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carbonfiction · 1 month ago

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Cuddling with frank that turns to cock warming/sleepy sex

This situation is consuming my thoughts rn (ovulation and being touch starved is killin me chat) soooo, heres a lil somethin <3

Warnings: fairly short and mostly fluffy, cockwarming, mention of piv sex, sleepy sex, couple links below the cut for visuals (i couldn't resist)

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Sleepy sex w frankie Nice n slow

Warm and content beneath the sheets, some crappy movie playing out in the background. Your holding eachother close, practically glued together infact; but the longer the clock ticks the less enough it becomes.

So hands wander, Lips kiss. A softly mumbled declaration of need pressed against soft skin. Neither of you even have to be naked, sweats and shorts tugged down or to the side.

Then a whine as his fingers slip over your slit, cock following as it bumps your clit. "Shhh, i know. i know baby, big stretch." he coos in response, that rumble of his delivering the words against your ear the moment he notches himself inside; the tip begining to stretch you open.

"There we go.. That better sweetheart?" he gruffs, bottoming out as you widen your legs just a touch. Pussy gripping tight around his length as you nod into his shoulder. "Yeah? Pretty girl just needed to be closer huh?"

This isnt about fucking like rabbits or obtaining a mind melting orgasm, not tonight. This is comfort, contentment. Closeness in its highest form.

Franks large hand stroking over the skin of your shoulder soothingly. Your head hidden into his neck, peeking out at an angle just enough to catch the screen. Breathles mingling as you hold onto eachother, quiet gasps falling into one anothers mouths at the occasional movement.

Theres comfort for a while then, sleepy and warm until that syrupy need takes over once more; throbs around him with a frequency to become noticeable. A little whine falling free when your hips rock down just a tad, chasing the feeling.

Frank hand finds your jaw and angles it up, eyes meeting yours when he whispers. "Dont move.. Dont gotta move, i gotcha" fingers drifting beneath the covers to circle at your clit; wet and swollen beneath his careful touch.

It eases the ache, as Frank always does. The gentle rocks of his pelvis, fingers pressing just enough at your bud. "There we go.. Nice n slow, just gotta feel" Guiding you through with a slow pace until you relax down once more; still full and a little more tired. Soft puffs fanning across Franks skin, difted away just for a while. Safe in those arms of his.

Bonus link (pinned and perfect) <3

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fake-bleach · 2 years ago

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all mine | miguel o'hara x reader

summary: You have an unspoken rule with Miguel O’Hara. He takes care of you, he provides for you, and in return, you let him take what he wants.

word count: 2.2k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), literally porn no plot, unprotected piv sex, implications of free use but also not rly, slight choking, dirty talk, roughish sex, no foreplay (straighttt to it), use of pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart, girl, etc), coming inside, i think that's it lolll, !no atsv spoilers!

i know this isn't p but i watched spiderverse last night and had to get him out of my system + i adore oscar isaac <3 working on two joel fics rn so expect those :)

ao3 link | masterlist

The ruffling of your sheets weren't nearly enough to wake you from your sleep. But, the pressure of Miguel's body on yours was.

It always was.

"Hey, baby.. It's me," he whispers in your ear, his hands and arms practically consuming you as they roam across your entire body. With you laying flat on your stomach, his hips and chest press so tightly against you.

It runs chills down your spine; the force of his pent up cock in his rigid suit as the sultry voice fills your hazy mind, barely wakening from your deep slumber. His lips plant desperate kisses on the back of your neck, lowering the more he lifts your flimsy pajama shirt up and up and up.

He never did really like you wearing anything to sleep.

Your sluggish murmurs barely register to him, a soft, “Mmphf," and "Miguel.." making him almost instinctively say the same words he always does when he comes to you.

"Yeah.. Missed you too, cariño." He mutters out, his hands already reaching for your shorts to lower them along with your panties, not taking a single second to waste. The small kisses he plants on your lower back never slow, giving you that bit of reassurance which almost sends a surge of energy through you.

He was always so needy with you; never putting much effort to make any small talk. He was here for a reason and you knew that.

But, you didn't mind it one bit.

The cool air from the sudden exposure on your skin sends shivers throughout your entire body, making you tremble just enough to force a faint laugh out of Miguel's throat.

It's that same laugh that makes you crave him; the deep, heavy tone of it making your eyes flutter open with need already soaring through you and your core.

His fingers trail down to your inner thighs, almost teasing you with the gentle glide of the tips, wanting to force those little noises out of your mouth, which he successfully does. Your faint whines just make him grin, knowing that you need him.. just as much as he needs you.

He drifts them over your soft folds, nearly hissing out at how wet you already were. It makes him chuckle, your whimpers growing louder the more he touches you. "Already soaked for me, honey? Bet you were just waitin' for me to come see you.." He whispers out lowly, his lustful eyes fixed onto your glistening cunt.

His fingers take their time, faintly pressing against your entrance and swiping through your lips, gathering the wet slick that you were so graciously providing for him.

It always makes this so much easier for him.

You moan out, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his body and the movement of his free hand releasing his cock from his suit, and the sight makes your mouth water.

He desperately guides the tip of it through your folds, getting ready to indulge himself into your warm heat. The feeling of his cock pressing into you makes you groan, gripping onto the sheets as butterflies flow through your stomach and core, hole clenching around nothing.

You needed him so bad already, just like you always did.

Mouth falling open, you whimper out, "please.." and all it does is make him laugh, smirking as he glances up at you. "Need me that bad, baby? Barely getting started.." He rasps out, nearly pressing the head of his cock into your cunt, but just enough to get him a taste of you.

He groans out, his hands now moving up to squeeze your ass eagerly before slapping it. The harsh sound and the sting of it makes you cry out, thrusting your hips against the sheets in attempt to get some kind of friction.

"Fuck, missed this pretty pussy.. Gonna cherish it.. fuck it.. just like you need, honey." He lets out with a faint hiss, taking his time to start pushing his cock inside of your tight hole. The girth of him makes your walls constrict around him, gripping onto him tightly as he presses himself into you, each inch making your jaw fall wider and wider.

You've been at this too many times with him, but you never get used to the feeling of him inside of you.

It doesn't take too long until his hips are flush against your ass, the tip of his cock piercing so deeply inside of you and filling you up to the brim. It has you letting out small pants, eyes almost rolling all the way to the back of your head at how heavy the air feels around you, how full you feel.

Your face lays on the bed, the side of your cheek pressed against your pillow as your eyes gaze onto Miguel's hips and large body nearly covering you entirely. He licks his drying lips, staring up at you for a moment to look at your face.

He coos at you, almost patronizingly. "Too much?" he teases, "Fucked you so many times, baby.. n' your cunt's still so tight around me."

His head tilts down to stare at the sight of your walls wrapped around him and slightly pulls out as he lifts your thigh up a bit, just enough to see you clench around him involuntarily. It makes him groan; the feeling of your warm pussy enough to wash all of his problems away.

That's why he was here, anyway.

His hips begin to create an unrelenting pace, slowly yet surely making your entire body push and pull into the mattress over and over again, every force of his cock hitting you harder each time.

The echoing smack of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs fill the room entirely, along with your moans growing louder with each thrust. The recurring sting of his skin leaves you breathless, letting out small gasps as you grip onto the sheets tighter.

Miguel doesn't take a second to rest, making sure he slams his cock into your cunt to the brim, using every inch of your hole as if it were only his to use.

He lets out short, hoarse moans each time he enters you. The squelching noises your soaked pussy gives out makes him smack your ass, your slick coating his cock and nearly running down your thighs.

The sounds make your cheeks burn, his mocking laugh forcing a groan out of you as he moves his body forward to lay his chest on your back now, the weight of him keeping your waist and stomach flush into the bed.

The pressure of him feels intoxicating, your breath hitching as he leans his mouth towards your ear. His grunts are the only thing that you can hear now, along with the faint sounds of the constant slaps of his hips against you. It's so filthy, yet you crave it every time with him.

His grunts now turn into whispers; faint, heavy breaths that you can barely process from how full and fucked out you felt.

It's almost like you're going in and out of consciousness, hardly registering what he was saying, until you hear, "Good fucking girl.. Lettin' me use you like this, fuck, taking such good care of me.."

You whimper out in response, his words making that heat in your stomach and core rise. The praise, yet degrading things that Miguel tells you always leave you wanting more.

His hips begin to slow down now, instead taking his time to pull his cock out of you, letting the tip of it rest against your entrance. Lifting his head from your shoulder, his eyes travel from your bare skin back to your ass. He shoves himself back into you, harder with each thrust so you can feel every inch of him, taking you completely.

You cry out at the intrusion, the harsh force making your eyes roll back as you whine out his name. The push of his cock reaches that spot deep inside of you, forcing your eyes wide open at the overwhelming sensation.

His name on your tongue drives him insane, lifting one of his hands from your ass to reach underneath the weight of your head, wrapping his fingers around your throat. He feels your heart pounding beneath his fingertips, his grip on you tightening just to see you gasp with his eyes fixed on your face now.

He moans your name, his coarse voice making you tighten around him, "There we go, sweetheart.. Think I hit a spot, yeah?" He murmurs out, your groans giving him the answer he needed. The repetitive movement of his thrusts never relent, Miguel making sure that the pace and aim of his cock stay the same.

Your body shudders at the feeling, sending waves of pleasure through your core as you feel him buried to the hilt. You breathe out, desperation seething out through your teeth, "Yeah, Miguel, s-shit, yeah..", feeling your orgasm build up the more he fucks you.

"That's it, honey, let me hear you say it.. Who's fuckin' you this good? Who's gonna make you come, baby?" He pants, thrusts growing faster as he chases his own release, needing to come with you.

Another smack of his large hand on your ass makes you gasp out, eyes shutting tightly as you force the words out of your lips, "You, Miguel, fuck, s'always you.. no one else.."

Your confession goes straight to Miguel's cock, pride growing at the knowledge that you give yourself to him and only him. He grits his teeth, groans slipping out of his mouth while he reaches between your stomach connected to the bed, pressing his fingers against your clit.

"Yeah, baby? I'm the only one who can fuck this pretty pussy, that right?" He urges out of you, hardly processing his thoughts before he can speak them, "You're mine to use? Mine to fuck when I want, huh?"

His words mixed with the pressure of his fingertips on your clit, pressing small, tight circles on it has you moaning out spurs of nonsense; mindless, fucked out noises, with the way his cock slams inside of you over and over again. You feel so full, the heat and coiling inside of your stomach and core increasing.

You whine out, biting your swollen lips, "F-Fuck! Yeah, yeah, m' yours Miguel, all fucking yours.." you breathe out, "Yours to fuck, whenever you want.. Yours to use; whatever you want, Miguel.."

Admitting that shouldn't have felt as good as it did.

You never thought you'd be able to speak like that, much less degrade yourself in such a way; not until he came into your life.

Not until he ruined you for everyone else.

His chest presses tightly against your back, lips back in your ear as he grunts into it, "That's my girl.. knowing your fuckin' place, that's right.." His hands press into the small of your back, forcing your stomach into the bed. You didn't think it was possible for you to feel even more full, but the way he buries his cock to the hilt has you seeing stars.

The quick circles on your clit with the force of his hips has your stomach tightening, coiling up as your walls constrict around his cock, making you come without any warning at all.

Your head lifts, pants and moans escaping your throat with your eyes shut. Miguel's voice encourages you, his fingers on your clit slowing, though his hips never let up. He lifts his chest off from your back to gain better leverage now, hands gripping onto your ass as he pounds himself into you.

The pressure of his cock into your sensitive, spent cunt has you wailing out, whining at the overstimulation. Miguel just uses you and your abused hole, chasing his own release as his cock twitches. "Shit, honey, gonna come, gonna fill you up, fuck," he groans out in rushed breaths.

You clench around him involuntarily, the spasms of your pussy and orgasm hardly to your own control, letting out, "Fill me up, baby, ruin me, please.."

Your words were enough to push Miguel right to the edge, the sudden halt of his thrusts making you gasp out as he buries himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with hot, thick streams of come. He lets himself fall against you, chest pressed into your back with his hips up to the hilt of your hole.

The mix of your heavy breaths and his pants fill your ears and the entire room, the air filled with the scent of sex as you both fall from your highs. Your chest fills with air, heaving up and down with each breath you take as you stare at Miguel, taking in his figure entirely.

You could never truly allow yourself to actually feel for him; you knew that would never be wise, but you can't help the words that escape your mouth.

"Stay tonight?"

Miguel just lifts his head to look into your eyes, giving you a small, tired smile. "Yeah, honey.. Thank you..” he breathes with a press of his lips to your shoulder, “I needed this.”

"I know."

a/n: idek if this made any sense bc i wrote it so quick but idgaf i need him <3

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