#i’m so fucking frustrated i want to cry

[dollfacefantasy]

caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. What you’re supposed to see him as. What you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.

[badhee]

𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑻𝒀 & 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 ! ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: established relationship, nerdy bf!dom!heeseung x gf!reader, hee is around 21/22 in this genre/tags: smut, degradation, humiliation ?, praise kink, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), facefucking, food play, cum play, cum eating, choking, pet names (princess, pup, darling), use of word daddy (once) words: 981

[ note. ] — happy valentine’s day ig?? i’m single af so i don’t have one but heeseung is mine in my head so that’s all that matters <3

Oh you sad, sad little thing… always finding yourself in these compromising situations. The whole morning went as normal with Heeseung, he was super nice to you and smothered you with lots of loving kisses! But once he arrived back home from classes his entire mood shifted completely.

“Get on your knees, wanna use that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” Heeseung was hovering over you as you sat down.

You were just minding your business on the couch eating a bowl of strawberries when he said that to you.

“W-what?” Your eyes bug out of your head like a deer in headlights.

“Did I stutter? On your knees, now.” His tone becomes more stern.

You squirm to get up, not wanting to waste another minute incase he gets angrier. Your body feels shaky from his intimidating persona, he usually comes off as sweet and caring but when he’s mad he becomes almost sadistic.

It didn’t take long for him to end up down your throat. All 7 inches of him being taken by you. You kept choking and gagging but the more you did it the more Heeseung would just keep pushing your head back down. His fingers latching onto your hair and thrusting his hips harder to get more of his cock deeper in your throat.

“C’mon, you can take it like the little pathetic slut you are. You’re my precious little pup right?”

His words made you so fucking wet for him.

You wanted to please him in the best way you could. Bobbing your head back and forth, his spit combined with your saliva all over your face. Heeseung likes it messy though, he also loves shooting his load out on your face after a long day. You acted like nothing but a toy for him to use, just a fuckdoll he can manipulate and dump all his cum into when he’s frustrated.

His glasses were sliding down to his nose as he keeps lowering his head to get a finer view of you. Your fucked out face was so angelic to him, so divine… you looked the most beautiful when you had Heeseung’s cock buried in your mouth.

“There atta-girl… such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” The way he talks to you will be your true weakness.

You had to prove your love to him. Your devotion. You wanted his cum as a reward so you had to work hard for it and push through the pain. You try humming to loosen up your vocal cords and take him better, the vibrations sent chills up his spine and he almost lost his balance for a second. Feeling the way he throbbed and twitched on your tongue made you moan against his shaft.

“Fuck yeah… good girl my good little fucking princess…”

You kept letting him throatfuck you and the tears came rolling down now. He loved seeing you become a crying fucked out mess for him, it filled his heart with the utmost joy.

“Aww.. my darling’s getting teary eyed, can’t take all of it huh??”

Your jaw hurts so bad but you can’t stop now, you have only one goal to achieve and that was to make your boyfriend cum all over your pretty face. His cock slammed into your uvula and you made a loud gagging noise, he would just grin and keep pushing hisself in you relentlessly. He laughed at your misery, the way your knees buckled and quivered while being under him.

He wouldn’t be laughing for too much longer though, one more thrust to the back of your throat would leave him nearly unable to talk. His body felt paralyzed. Eyes were violently rolling to the back of his head as he feels his release approaching. He jerks his hips back and quickly pulls out of your mouth. He doesn’t bring his cock to your face though, instead his attention is drawn to the bowl of strawberries you were eating from earlier.

He stands in front of it on the couch and viciously strokes his cock, large white ropes of cum come trickling down onto the fresh strawberries. Once he finishes he looks back at you now with an evil grin.

“Get on all fours for me doll.” He instructs you.

You do as you’re told, getting on your hands and knees, crawling your way towards him. He takes ones of the strawberries— that are now all coated with his hot delicious cum and brings it to your lips.

“Open wide.”

You open your mouth and he plops the strawberry in, you immediately close your mouth to start chewing. The strawberry was so sweet and juicy while Heeseung’s cum was warm and salty, this might be the perfect combination you’ve ever tried.

“Taste’s good right princess?”

You nod your head and finally speak “Yes, so yummy daddy, want to eat more!”

“Then go ahead, eat more.”

You dip your face in the bowl of strawberries and eat another one. You can’t get over how good his cum tastes with the savory fruit. He pets the top of your head like you were a kitten, just grinning at the sight of you eagerly eating his cum.

“Such a naughty little girl… you really are a huge slut.” He degrades you more, wrapping his hand around your neck as he lifts you from being on all fours.

You’re back on your knees again facing him while he kept a tight grip on you. The way this man had you so down bad for him, you were willing to let him do absolutely anything to satisfy his needs. Your body couldn’t stop trembling under his touch, he had you perfectly the way he wanted.

“Still look so pretty, even after sucking off my cock..” his hold on you was only getting tighter at this point.

“So obedient for me, always.”

[0xstarzx0]

NDA: ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE!!

“Officer Rafe&Miss Cameron” (Special Valentine’s Day”)

+18

“Rafey…” you call from the living room.

Dating a cop had its perks, but it also came with its downsides. Today, unfortunately, was one of the downsides.

Rafe comes down the stairs, looking sharp in his uniform. You glance up at him, your eyes widening. “Why are you wearing your uniform?!” you ask, disbelief clear in your voice.

“I’m working today, sweetheart,” he replies, running a hand gently through your hair. You narrow your eyes at him, frustration bubbling to the surface.

“But it’s Valentine’s Day!” you protest, crossing your arms in defiance.

Rafe sighs. In five years of being together, he’s never missed a Valentine’s Day. But today, for the first time, duty calls.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, my angel, but Officer Rafe has to go to work.” He turns, ready to leave, but you’re quicker.

You jump up, throwing your arms around him, stopping him in his tracks. “No!” you plead dramatically, holding on like your life depends on it.

Rafe exhales heavily, the vein on his forehead beginning to show. He knows he shouldn’t find your spoiled, childish antics as attractive as he does, but, well… it’s you.

In a matter of seconds, you’re back on the couch, pinned beneath him as he looms over you, his face close to yours.

“Here we go,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Stop complaining, Miss Y/N. Officer Rafe is taking control.”

Rafa puts his head between your legs, gently kissing the fabric of your underwear and looking at you.

He inhales deeply, taking in your scent through the thin fabric. His hands gently rest on your thighs as he looks up at you with expectant eyes. "Can I?" he asks softly, his voice muffled against the fabric.

You smile and bite your lip, nodding in affirmation. His rough fingers grasp the waistband of your underwear and slowly drag it down your legs, exposing you completely.

 His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of your most intimate area before leaning in closer, breath hot against your skin.

He begins to kiss your clit, his mouth warm and insistent. He grabs your ass cheeks and buries his face between your legs, his nose pressing against your pussy as he sucks and kisses your clit. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back.

"You won't get away with that, Rafe..." Your eyes snap open and he pulls back. "It's Officer Rafe, Miss Cameron." His voice is suddenly formal.

Your empty hole tightens around nothing. You look at Rafe and pull his head back between your thighs. 

He immediately resumes eating you out, his tongue delving deep into your folds and curling up to hit your sweet spot. You can feel his rough stubble scratching against your inner thighs.

He hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts your legs higher, opening you up even more to his hungry mouth. He can feel your walls starting to tremble around his tongue as he thrusts it in and out, mimicking the act he knows you really want.

"Ra-Rafe!" you cry out, your fingers gripping his hair desperately as he plunges two thick fingers deep inside you. He curls them just right, stroking along your inner wall while his thumb presses firmly on your clit. 

Tears prick the corners of your eyes from the sheer overwhelming pleasure flooding your senses.

He maintains a steady pace with his fingers, curving them perfectly to hit your G-spot repeatedly. 

His mouth alternates between sucking on your clit and teasing the sensitive skin around it. Your breath becomes ragged, panting his name between whimpers.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Miss Cameron." he murmurs against your pussy, his hot breath making you shiver. His voice combined with the intense pleasure he's giving you push you closer to the edge.

Your legs start to tremble, your breathing quickening as an intense orgasm suddenly washes over you. You throw your head back, crying out Rafe's name as waves of pleasure pulse through your core. He continues to finger you through it, drawing out your climax until you're left completely fuck up.

He pulls back and hovers above you, "I could eat you all day baby." he mutters. He tries to move away but you grab his arm. 

"Stay..." Your voice is soft yet pleading. His pants are undone still, his thick length semi-hard and hanging out.

He sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I promise I'll make it up to you, but I really gotta go, Y/n." He moves away, catching your panties from the floor and purposely sliding them into his pocket.

"My panties!" you call out, but he just laughs back, "They're mine now!" before walking out, leaving you alone with a satisfied smile and a slight ache between your legs. You lay your head against the couch arm, already missing his touch. "Asshole..."

[novascharms]

MY STRANGE ADDICTION - RAFE CAMERON

dealer! rafe cameron x maddy perez

Maddy Perez has never been addicted to drugs—nor will she ever be. Her only addiction is the campus dealer she just can't seem to shake off and no matter how hard she tries to break free, she keeps getting pulled back into his orbit.

masterlist  w.c — 2.2 c.w — cunnilingus aka pussy-eating rafe yayyyy!

rafe stands maddy up for dinner and has to beg for her forgiveness :)

"Maddy—"

"No! Go fuck yourself, Rafe!" Maddy’s voice cuts through the quiet apartment, sharp and trembling with fury, as she yanks her hair into a messy bun, the elastic snapping into place with a force that mirrors her frustration.

"I got caught up, Mads, I—"

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." She spits each word with deliberate clarity, her voice trembling as she strips out of her outfit, the fabric whispering against her skin as it falls to the floor. Her hands grab the cool silk of her blue satin nightgown, and she slips it on with quick, jerky movements. The sheen of the material glides over her flushed skin, but it offers no comfort.

On the other side of the door, his voice softens, persistent yet pleading. "C'mon, Maddy. Let me make it up to you."

She pauses, the sound of his begging igniting a bitter satisfaction that battles with the sting of her humiliation. "Do you know how embarrassing it is to sit there, waiting for someone who doesn’t fucking show? To feel everyone’s eyes on you, knowing they’re thinking, ‘Poor girl, stood up again, what a loser?’" Her voice cracks, and she swallows hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. She doesn’t want to cry. Not for him. Not again.

She reaches for her matching satin robe, the cool material slipping over her shoulders as she ties it tightly around her waist. The motion steadies her enough to walk to the bathroom. Her heels click against the hardwood floor, each step measured, a small effort to hold herself together.

"I got held up, baby. I should’ve texted, but I lost track of time—"

"And I’m just the last fucking thing on your mind, right?" She whirls toward the door, her voice rising with every word. "The absolute bottom of the list of all the important things Rafe Cameron has to deal with in a day! I know I’m the idiot in this situation, okay? I know that I’m the fool who keeps believing you’ll show up, and it’s on me! So, please, do me the courtesy of letting me live with my regret and embarrassment in peace! Can you at least do that?"

Her chest heaves as the words echo through the room, but this time, there’s no response. Just silence.

The quiet cuts deeper than any retort, and Maddy stands frozen, her heart pounding in her ears. He’s gone. The thought twists her stomach, disbelief settling in as her tears finally spill over.

She presses her lips together and turns toward the bathroom, determined to distract herself. She flips on the light and leans over the sink, the cool porcelain grounding her as she pumps cleanser into her hands. The repetitive motion of washing her face is all that keeps the anger from bubbling into a full breakdown. The water runs cool, trickling down her cheeks and mixing with the tears she refuses to acknowledge.

When her skin is clean, her makeup wiped away, she stares at her reflection, her red-rimmed eyes and the faint quiver of her lower lip betraying the storm inside her. Shaking her head, she turns off the faucet and pats her face dry with a towel.

She was halfway to her room, the soft padding of her bare feet muffled by the carpet, when the jingle of keys at the front door made her pause. Turning her head, she fully expected Cassie to walk in, bags in hand and an excuse ready. Instead, Cassie stumbled inside with Rafe right behind her, his presence casting a heavy shadow over the entryway.  

“What the fuck, Cassie?” Maddy’s voice exploded into the quiet apartment, the words sharp and laced with betrayal. Cassie flinched, startled by the sudden outburst, her eyes widening as she tried to make sense of the hostility.  

“What…?” Cassie stammered, confusion evident on her face as she glanced between her sister and Rafe.  

But Maddy wasn’t looking at her anymore. Her gaze had locked onto Rafe, his blue eyes meeting hers with an expression that almost looked sincere. Almost. His face carried an apology, but to Maddy, it felt hollow, too little, too late.  

“What happened? Are you…” Cassie began, her voice faltering when she caught the tension between them. Then, recognition dawned, her expression shifting to one of understanding as she let out a quiet, “Ohhh…”  

“Maddy—” Rafe stepped forward, his tone low and careful, but Maddy’s fury ignited. Her hand shot to the heel she’d left discarded earlier, her fingers curling around it.  

Without a second thought, she hurled the shoe directly at him. It sailed through the air, a blur of glittery vengeance, but Rafe dodged it with infuriating ease.  

“Get out!” Maddy’s voice cracked, her hands trembling with restraint. She didn’t trust herself to go near him—she knew she’d crumble if she did.  

“Will you just—”  

Before he could finish, she snatched up the second heel, her aim as fierce as her glare. This time, Rafe was ready, catching it mid-air with a frustratingly calm reflex. Undeterred, Maddy spun on her heel and bolted toward her room, her heart pounding as she tried to slam the door shut behind her.  

Rafe was quicker. His foot wedged into the doorway just before it clicked shut, and with one firm push, he was inside.  

“Go away! I don’t want you here!” Maddy shoved at his chest, her palms hitting the firm wall of muscle, but he didn’t budge.  

“I’ll call the police!” she threatened, her voice rising in desperation. “Cassie, call the police!”  

Rafe turned his head to look at Cassie, who stood frozen in the hallway, torn between loyalty and fear. “I know where your sister lives,” he warned, his tone low and deliberate.  

“You wouldn’t!” Cassie gasped, her face pale.  

“He wouldn’t hurt Lexi,” Maddy scoffed, though her voice wavered as she tried to wriggle free from Rafe’s grasp.  

“Wanna find out?” he shot back, his grip tightening as he lifted her off the ground with infuriating ease.  

Cassie hesitated, her wide eyes darting between them. Finally, she whispered, “He scares me more than you do. I’m so sorry. I love you!” And with that, she darted out of sight.  

“Cassie, I hate you!” Maddy yelled after her, her fists pounding weakly against Rafe’s chest as he carried her back into the room.  

When the door clicked shut behind them, Maddy huffed, crossing her arms tightly as she glared at him. “Now what? Gonna apologize again? Apology not accepted.”  

He exhaled heavily, his eyes softening as he stepped closer, careful like he was handling a wild animal. “You aren’t the last thing on my mind,” he said gently. “You matter to me, Maddy. You know that. You have to know that.”  

Her lips parted to argue, but he held up a hand, cutting her off. “I fucked up, okay? I should’ve texted. I lost track of time, and the moment I realized, I dropped everything and raced across town to get to you.” His voice was quiet, steady, each word aimed at breaking down her defenses.  

“Would I be here, fighting like this, if I wanted to stand you up? If I didn't care?” he murmured, stepping closer, his gaze locking onto hers.  

She crossed her arms tighter, her chin lifting in defiance, but the crack in her armor was showing. Rafe saw it. He always did.  

Gently, he reached out, tugging her arms apart. His fingers were warm, firm but unthreatening, as he placed the softest kiss on her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his lips brushing her skin like a feather.  

Maddy stood frozen, her breath catching as he kissed her again, this time along her arm. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her skin, his voice like a low hum that sent shivers down her spine.  

Another kiss followed, this one trailing to her arm, then lower, the silk of her robe slipping away under his hands as he moved with deliberate care.

“Rafe,” Maddy breathed, her resolve faltering as his lips found her bare thighs.

He sank to his knees before her, hands gliding over her skin, reverent and firm. His touch was practiced, intimate, the way his fingers hooked under the hem of her robe and pushed it up, exposing her.

Her breath hitched as he lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder, his eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment before he disappeared between her thighs.

The first flick of his tongue stole a gasp from her lips, her head falling back as pleasure overtook her. Rafe was relentless, skilled in a way that made her body betray her every time. He knew every sensitive spot, every way to drive her past the brink of sanity.

His tongue slowly licks up her slit and he stays buried there lapping along her hole and soft folds—for way too long if you're asking Maddy— he does it because he knows she's slowly losing it, wants to push her, to get her to the point where she's rutting against his mouth aimlessly seeking, begging for release.

It's only been a couple of seconds and Maddy can already feel just how soaking wet she is, just how much slick she's getting all over Rafe's face and he doesn't even seem to mind, he's mouthing and licking at her cunt and the pleasure is turning her into a trembling, moaning mess. "R-Rafe..!" Maddy frustratingly pushes her pussy against his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp as her body trembled beneath his relentless attention. He never rushed, never faltered.

When his tongue makes first contact with her clit, Maddy's sure she's going to come. The pleasure is beyond measurable and she feels her legs wobble but Rafe reaches out just in time to steady her. "S' too much!" she's whining, tears in her eyes and yet she's pushing her cunt against his mouth.

Rafe pays her no mind—he never really does when he's eating her out. It always started as something for her but ended as something he completely lost himself in. It was an addiction for him, a terrible one that would have her overstimulated and forced to cum too many times.

His tongue laps her clit, flicking the little nub and Maddy feels delirious, can't breathe because the pleasure is suffocating her. "God, fuck..d-don't stop..please!" Maddy whines so loud, she knows Cassie can hear her. She can't find it in her to care. "Rafe!" she cries again as her robe slips off her shoulders and to the floor.

Rafe's tongue darts out again, pushing against her hole and teasing it before he seems to pity how Maddy can barely stand anymore. Her legs are trembling, she's entirely out of breath, in a daze and terribly close to cumming.

He pushed her higher, further, until the only sounds in the room were her gasping breaths and the soft moans she couldn’t suppress.

He wouldn’t stop—not until she was a trembling mess, completely undone. And even as she clung to him, her body arching and pleading for mercy, she knew the truth. No one else could ever make her feel this way. No one ever had.

No one ever would.

Maddy feels that pit in her guts, feels the familiar heat pooling her and she's rutting her pussy against Rafe's lips, letting out these fucked-out moans. "Gonna c-cum..I-I..mm..! F—" Maddy's whines were interrupted by her own sharp gasp as her vision went blurry with tears, her back arches and her sweet cum mixed with slick come gushing out and dripping down her legs.

Maddy's ragged breaths fill the room, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself. Rafe moves with a deliberate ease, lowering her trembling leg back to the ground with care. In one fluid motion, he rises to his feet, his strong hands sliding around her waist to steady her. Her body sways slightly, weak and unsteady, and he tightens his grip, holding her upright before she can crumple to her knees.

“You good?” His voice is low, rough around the edges but laced with concern. He’s solid and unwavering as she leans into him.

She nods slowly, her head lolling slightly as if the motion takes more effort than it should. Her mind is still swimming, every thought hazy, her body humming with lingering electricity. “Shower...” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as her arms instinctively loop around his neck, seeking the closeness she couldn’t seem to let go of.  

Rafe doesn’t hesitate. He scoops her up effortlessly, one arm supporting her back while the other hooks beneath her knees, cradling her against him like she weighs nothing at all. “Shower?” he repeats, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver through her. “Don’t think we’re gonna do much showering if I get in there with you.” The words are teasing, but there’s a heat behind them, a promise that makes her pulse quicken despite her exhaustion.

Maddy rests her head against his shoulder, her fingers lightly brushing the back of his neck as he sets her down on the cool countertop. His hands linger on her hips, the  tension between them is unmistakable, a magnetic pull that neither of them can—or wants to—resist.  

[stellewriites]

i’m absolutely fucked,,

[emberglowfox]

i kind of knew in theory that all my hobbies involved my hands but i kind of just ignored it n was like oh well im sure id manage

top ten pics taken seconds before disaster

[mochiwrites]

being so honest I don’t understand how people can expect you to be doing things constantly every single day. I’m supposed to be on summer break but my university expects me to send in 80 sources for my senior thesis by next week

the very thought of doing school work right now makes me want to cry. I can’t even open a blank document and start writing for my own fics. I can’t even engage in my own hobby right now because I’m so mentally exhausted. how can you expect me to do thesis work? I’ve hardly had a break since finals

my personal life has been an ongoing shitshow since last summer. and has only gotten worse in recent months. how can you expect someone to function in society when you throw one thing after another at them?

I’m so tired and done. but I have no choice other than pushing through it because that’s what’s expected of me! that’s exhausting

[hippopotomi]

This is why I hate telling people when I’m struggling bc all of a sudden everyone’s got a fucking opinion about everything I’m doing wrong and starts treating me like they think im a child that is just acting out because she needs discipline

[shortqueershakespeare]

Funny that my migraines can sometimes just look like me being too fucking tired and foggy to mediate between family members

[ambagelbraindump]

man I am just, falling apart today

[spr1ng]

bro 💔

[malikson]

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[vaguehotels]

hey just a reminder that sometimes you have to accept that you’re going to have to have feelings without a filter, and you’re going to have to tell people that you care about them, and you’re going to have to start saying i love you. if you want affection and love and adoration you cannot close yourself off forever and ever. keep up your walls as you must to protect yourself but not forever. and if you feel like you can’t ever let them down then i’m sorry. i hope you find someone that makes you feel safe enough to start saying and feeling these things.

[milo-is-rambling]

I love being chill and normal (threatened to stab my brother then punched my bedroom wall)

[jorvikzelda]

reading is… frustrating. I first read this thing when I was in an all too foggy state, I’ll think, so I didn’t really absorb it all too well — I’d best read it again and really make sure to take it all in. And so I do, and I really do take it all in! Except then I’ll be all too foggy to read for a few days, and when I get back to it and continue on to the next chapter I’ll just have. Completely forgotten what happened in the last. Makes you feel rather defenceless to the fog

[cassandralexxx]

the world is in a disastrous state of affairs when people are supporting a school shooter over the community bc “forgiveness is free” and “are people not allowed to change”