#this can be daddy if you squint hehehehe

[rafecameronssl4t]

Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe

Word count: 497

A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Do you think she’ll enjoy it?” Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You know she loves watching you do anything,” you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughter’s head, you can’t help but smile at her innocent excitement.

It was Mabel’s first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. He’d peppered you with questions like, “Don’t you think it will be too hot?” and “What if she gets bored?” His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.

“Do you think she’ll like this spot?” Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. “Babe, you’re the one playing,” you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Mabel, do you like it here?” he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.

You adjust Mabel on your lap so she’s facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you can’t help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome, Bels?” you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.

Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. “You girls doing alright?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabel’s tiny hand to wave at him.

Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabel’s first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabel’s expressive face. She’s watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.

As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You can’t help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.

Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Daddy’s pretty good, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.

You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you can’t help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabel’s earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.

Rafe notices your amusement. “What’s so funny?” he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabel’s startled reaction to his golf swing.

“Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl,” Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to hit the ball next time.” Mabel, already captivated by her dad’s presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.

Rafe’s heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafe’s shirt.

[rexxdjarin]

dom!Commander Wolffe spanking punishment thot

Ok I just wrote a quick lil thing bc i think wolffe would be the best, most fair, balanced and rewarding dom ever like he’s equal parts powerful yet secure. I love him ok here’s him punishing you for being bold in public

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

warnings: this is very much so light bdsm/dom!wolffe brat handling type stuff so if you’re not into that gtfo, spanking, punishment talk, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship and prior consent given, THESE TWO HAVE UTMOST TRUST IN EACH OTHER AND NO BDSM RELATIONSHIP CAN OR SHOULD EXIST WITHOUT THIS TRUST FYI

His firm hand came down on the plush of your ass just hard enough to sting and you gripped the sheets underneath you tightly.

“Wolffe.” You whimpered pitifully, the slick dripping between your thighs. Though your cries were out of slight reaction to the pain, the rest of your body betrayed you. You liked this. So fucking much. And Wolffe knew that.

Wolffe knew better than anyone that you thrived on pushing your luck. Despite the prim and proper rules he expected you to abide by to maintain his image as a strict commander, you always acted out anyways. Because you knew deep down that Wolffe loved to take you home and remind you all about his rules while he plowed into you.

The cat and mouse game of making the rules for you to break and receive punishment for was a cornerstone of your relationship. It was part of what made your attraction to each other so irresistible.

“Now darlin….you know the punishment you get for making me so hard in public, my pretty little tease.” His callous hand caressed softly over the warm red mark raising up on your cheek. Every spank dissolving into numbing tingles the second his large hand passed over it to soothe the pain. “Tell me you remember…?”

You wiggled your hips, lifting your ass just a bit higher into the air. “As many spanks as you think I deserve.” You answered, hearing him grumble out an amused chuckle.

“You know what happens and still you don’t listen. Maybe I’m gonna have to up your punishment.” He thought aloud, the dark tone of his voice more alluring than it ever was threatening. At least to you.

You pouted, secretly wanting him to relent and give you what you had actually wanted from him all night. To have him lift you into his lap and split you in half over his cock. Most times taking him so rough was all that ever could ease the ache inside you. There was no one else who did it like he could.

“B-but….Sir I-I just wanted…you.” You gulped, knowing that there was little you could do to make up for how much you teased him in public before.

His hand came down again, slightly softer this time and the tiniest little moan slipped out of you. “I know. I know. But I had to wait all night to touch you how I wanted. And now I’m going to make you wait too. Need you to know how awful it feels to need it so bad and not get it.”

His free hand guided the pink lace of your top up and over your head, leaving you bare laid out over his lap. “Wolffe….I’m sorry I was bold. I’m sorry.” You faked, the sugary sweet lilt to your tone not convincing him for a second.

“Uh uh. Too late for sorry, darlin.” He spanked each side of your ass one final time and then sat you up in front of him, both his hands firmly holding your bottom in his palms. His dark, brooding glare met your soft eyes feigning innocence that you absolutely did not mean. He smirked, “don’t play innocent with me. I can feel you dripping all over my lap, dirty girl. You like being teased? Tell me, sweetheart, be honest. Remember I can tell when you’re lying.” His right hand slid from behind the curve of your ass to slip two of his thick fingers through your folds.

His tongue slid out quickly to wet his parted lips, as if it would bring him closer to tasting all of you coating his fingers. He hummed, softly praising you and watching as he words of encouragement made your body react even more. His touch sent jolts of pleasure up the base of your spine and coiling into a pressure filled spot in your lower belly. All at once you felt so good you didn’t want his fingers to stop spiraling, petting, twisting and stroking. You closed your eyes and rocked your hips into his hands for more only to find he was gone.

The wave of pleasure drawing closer relaxed back into nothing again and you whined like the very needy brat he knew you were. You were so lost in the feeling of his touch you forgot he’d asked you a question.

“Answer me, gorgeous. You know the more you fight me, the longer I’ll drag this out…” The heel of his palm rested just below your navel, his fingertips hovering torturously above where’d just been playing with your clit so perfectly. He leaned forward, kissing a sensitive spot just below your ear and whispered, “…even though you’re so pretty and all I really want to do is fill you and stretch you out on my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything, cyar’ika.” His voice rasped deeper in his throat, his own desire now starting to consume him.

“Y-yes, Commander. I love when you tease me.” You relented, finally deciding to stop fighting and give in to him. To let him know you liked all the ways he took care of you in public, keeping you safe and respected and happy all the time even when you wanted to be too spontaneous or reckless for your own good. “Can…you tease me a little more?” You asked, pawing at his chest and sliding your self forward to slip your heated lap over where he’d been waiting to be touched all night.

He dropped his head back and sighed at the contact, knowing in his heart that he probably didn’t have it in him to tease you much more anyways. Not if you felt this warm, soft and just inviting everywhere all around him. He could barely breathe you’d riled him up so heavily. “Call me Commander again and I’m not going to last long enough to keep teasing you, my perfect, bratty girl.”

You bit your bottom lip and smiled happily, grabbing him by the shoulders and slowly guiding him down on the bed behind you. “Ok, Commander.” You teased, letting your naked body hover over him while your still sore bottom slid up to run the length of your drenched slit along his cock.

Wolffe’s hand flew forward to grip your hips, slipping you carefully over himself to coat his pounding cock with arousal. “I changed my mind.” He laughed, sitting up to press his forehead with yours and watching your mouth drop open in ecstasy as he suddenly pressed himself into your fluttering opening.

You cried out sharply, gasping as he bottomed out in you with ease with how soaked you already were. “Oh…Wolffe.” You moaned, his hands on your waist steadying you as his thrusts upward increased in intensity. You swear he was trying to fill every empty space he could inside you.

He huffed out harshly between pumps of his snapping hips inside of you. “Your punishment is that anytime you think about walking tomorrow, you’ll feel me everywhere. On your ass when you go sit down…I want you to feel my hands. Want between your thighs to burn whenever you walk from how long I spent down here licking you up. I want you to feel the ache of me filling up this tight pussy whenever you breathe. I want you to think only about me the way I always think about you.”

And yet still you looked in his big, dark, scowling eyes and giggled, “that’s not a punishment. that’s a reward, Commander.” He smiled and made sure that by the next morning you realized that with him anytime you were together it would always be a little bit of both. He liked balance that way. Even if he completely threw off yours whenever you walked for a good week after that.

[gleefail]

Glee Memories: 1x10 Ballad

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x10 Ballad “Ok, who can tell me what a ballad is?” “It’s a male duck”

ok, I disagree with Schue’s definition of a ballad. “Stories set to music” – um…isn’t that every song? Or is it just in musicals that it’s supposed to be, lol?

“Looks like my weekly letter to the Ohio showchoir committee FINALLY paid off” and the look she gives Puck. Haha. This Rachel Berry is funny. Cause they’re letting us laugh at her right along with her. Not asking us to put her on a pedestal and/or take her seriously all the damn time. I’m not even gonna get started. I’m watching this post Props/Nationals, and though I didn’t think it could, my hate has grown. In abundance. Trying to keep it in check. Moving on…

“I bet that duck’s in the hat”

“Matt’s out sick today. He had to go to the hospital cause they found a spider in his ear” Um, ew. Also terrifying. However, humorous nonetheless. And an effort to explain a random absence of a Glee club member. Remember how they used to do that?

Aw, Artie drew Quinn’s name out of the hat. :) 2 seasons later and they’ll get 2 duets (both of which I loooove). Shame they didn’t do it this ep. Romantic or just friends, I ADORE the chemistry with Diana and Kevin. I really wanted to see more of that. :(

omg. Kurt’s face when Finn pulls his name. Adorable. Also, I love that Finn is not cool with it but a year later Sam is totes fine. Maybe that’s just cause I love dudes that are comfortable enough in their sexuality to do things that d-bags in high school might tease them about being gay for. Or maybe that’s just cause I love Sam Evans. Couldn’t tell ya. Except yeah, I totes could. It’s cause I wants a Trouty Mouth to call my very own. *lesigh*

“other asian” Ha!

Brittana!

“The fates talked, Mr. Schue” #BlessFinnsHeart

I love the voice-overs during Endless Love: “Screw him if he thinks he’s taking the Diana Ross part from me” “I love the days when I wear no underwear” “I never noticed how nice Rachel’s butt is…oh crap! I think Quinn knows I’m staring at it!”

I also love the facial expressions of Rachel and Mr. Schue here. Hilarious.

Haha – Brad’s like “wtf is happening?”

“Crap – she looks crazy right now!” hahahahahaha

Because of Rachel’s realization through this song, it means Lea Michele can’t squint nearly as much. Wow. It’s like a whole new Rachel with her eyes open while she’s singing.

Artie’s face after the duet. It’s like someone stepped in dog poop.

Ok, Charlotte Ross was in a show in the 90’s I used to watch that, if I recall, failed miserably but nonetheless had a brief stint as my guilty pleasure show. And I can’t remember what it is for the life of me and keep forgetting to look when I have access to google it. Anyone?

“I don’t want you to lift a finger for me. I’m your wife!” Oh wow. So unhealthy. So republican. Soooooo some parts of Ohio. These are the folks that voted for Bush. :/ Yep, I’m still ashamed to be from Ohio when I think of that election.

Suzy. Pepper. Yes. I love this actress. Bright and Hannah were my OTP on Everwood. I miss them.

“You knew it was me just by the sound of my breath. That’s so romantic.”

“Listen, you little psycho, this is Will’s wife, and if I don’t get enough sleep my anti-depressants won’t work, and then I’ll go crazy and I’ll kill you.” Oh Terri. So maternal and loving.

Suzy Pepper is sobbing to More Than Words. That was my jam back in the day!

“Your lashing out at me is fantastically compelling…and….inappropriate.”

“Thank God I never missed a piano lesson” – really Kurt? Is this the first and only time we’re to believe Kurt can play piano well enough to accompany someone from memory?

Finn singing I’ll Stand By You to a sonogram dvd on his laptop. I have no words. I don’t think I thought it was this weird the first time I watched it.

So Finn’s mom busts him singing to said laptop sonogram dvd…and he doesn’t close the laptop��or stop the dvd…or try to hide the screen. He sits up next to it as she approaches him, almost begging her to see it. I felt the same way then as I do now – it was an opportunity for him to not tell her necessarily but for her to find out anyways and I think he really wanted her to know so he could go to her for help and comfort and to relieve everything he couldn’t deal with about the situation. I’m just sayin’.

Oh old school Carol with her denim and that hair…she’s still such a great mom though. And this actress. My God. She’s amazing.

“You’re wrong, I’m right. I’m smart, you’re dumb.”

“Dude. Impulse control!” haha

“I dunno why I find his stupidity charming. I mean, he’s cheating off a girl who thinks the square root of 4 is rainbows.” #BlessFinnsHeart

Oh Young Girl/Don’t Stand So Close to Me mash-up. I fell in lust with you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

Seriously. Matthew Morrison is so hot in this mash-up. Yowzah.

“So, Rachel, do you think you understood the message I was trying to get across with that ballad?” “Yes! It means I’m very young and it’s hard for you to stand close to me.”

“You’re a very good performer. He’s very good.”

Finn and Kurt bonding over their lost parents. This is a sweet scene.

“You think I should bring a gun?” #BlessFinnsHeart

“Casserole’s almost ready. Hope you like venison!” Ok. TERRIFYING to come home and find Rachel Berry in an apron, cooking you dinner, in your home.

Hey, remember that time that Rachel literally sang 3 lines of Crush and they released it in its entirety as a single from this episode? Ridonk.

“I found out today that my hamster was pregnant in biology class and I just started weeping!”

Aw, Mercedes and Puck are paired up for duet ballads.

haha. Babygate.

“Finn’s not the father! I am.” People be spilling out their truths to Mercedes y’all.

“Alright, look, you need to get something through your Mohawk real quick: you’re the baby’s daddy. It takes a hell of a lot more to be a father and that role’s already been cast because Quinn chose Finn. You need to accept that and move on cause you have no business messin’ up that girl’s life more than you already have. You need to back off. You owe her at least that much. ”Aw, Mercedes. Laying down tough love. And looking out for Quinn before they were even friends. Man. I love Mercedes.

Oh that’s right – Quinn has an older sister! Why did we never meet her?

“He wears a helmet when he plays, right?” – THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’! #BlessFinnsHeart

“I have to go, they’ll think I’m pooping.” Hehehehe.

omg. So I love this still. Finn is doing karate moves in the bathroom mirror to pump himself up to sing to the Fabrays that Quinn’s pregnant. That is so effing funny. What happened to this Finn?

You’re Having My Baby. Haha. This song is so cheesy. This scene is so uncomfortable.

So Quinn’s parents, unlike Finn, are NOT simple-minded and have figured it out. And it’s terrifying.

“We didn’t even have sex” #BlessFinnsHeart

Quinn’s parents are kicking her out. Well, her dad is and her mom isn’t standing up to him. This is rough. Especially when you realize they’re supposed to be 15. So wrong. Poor Quinn. And her dad just screamed at her that she was a disappointment. Yeah…she’s had to deal with some shit. And in the end, they don’t acknowledge that she did and try to make her out to be the bad guy, and selfish… Way to go, RIB.

Oh good ole Carol, without a moment of hesitationlets Quinn stay with them.

“Honey, you can stay here as long as you want.” Carol’s the best. So glad she found Burt.

“We’re not so different, you and me. We’re both mildly attractive and extremely grating. Love is hard for us. We look for boys we know we can never have. Mr. Schue is a perfect target for our self-esteem issues. He can never reciprocate our feelings which only reinforces the conviction that we’re not worthy of being loved. Trust me. I���m a cautionary tale. You need to find some self-respect, Rachel. Get that mildly attractive groove back.” Suzy Pepper, ladies and gentlemen. Dropping truth bombs.

“There’s some boy out there who’s gonna like you for everything you are, including those parts of you that even you don’t like. Those are gonna be the things about you that he likes the most.” Hmm…might be true. Never thought about this, but I’d say that describes Jesse. But not Finn so much. Maybe recently. But…he has made several comments about her being annoying or controlling as they were dating. And not in a ‘those are my favorite things about her’ kinda way. Just sayin’.

Aw. Kurt seems like he feels really bad about Quinn getting kicked out.

“Open your eyes! I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.” “Is there a cake?” No, there’s no cake!” #BlessFinnsHeart

Lean On Me. Watching this now, with one ep left and it’s graduation…yeah, I’m crying. Dammit, Glee.

haha, Mercedes just kinda pushed past Rachel who was front and center to sing her solo. Probably not intentional but still funny.

Damn, Kevin McHale.

Damn, Amber Riley.

SOLOS: Rachel (1), Will (2), Finn (2), Artie (1), Mercedes (1)

[rexxdjarin]

HEHEHEHEH STEPH

Me reading this comment but also me writing this and thinking about wolffe being the best, safest dom who ever existed ever and I want to curl up in his lap so bad

dom!Commander Wolffe spanking punishment thot

Ok I just wrote a quick lil thing bc i think wolffe would be the best, most fair, balanced and rewarding dom ever like he’s equal parts powerful yet secure. I love him ok here’s him punishing you for being bold in public

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

warnings: this is very much so light bdsm/dom!wolffe brat handling type stuff so if you’re not into that gtfo, spanking, punishment talk, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship and prior consent given, THESE TWO HAVE UTMOST TRUST IN EACH OTHER AND NO BDSM RELATIONSHIP CAN OR SHOULD EXIST WITHOUT THIS TRUST FYI

His firm hand came down on the plush of your ass just hard enough to sting and you gripped the sheets underneath you tightly.

“Wolffe.” You whimpered pitifully, the slick dripping between your thighs. Though your cries were out of slight reaction to the pain, the rest of your body betrayed you. You liked this. So fucking much. And Wolffe knew that.

Wolffe knew better than anyone that you thrived on pushing your luck. Despite the prim and proper rules he expected you to abide by to maintain his image as a strict commander, you always acted out anyways. Because you knew deep down that Wolffe loved to take you home and remind you all about his rules while he plowed into you.

The cat and mouse game of making the rules for you to break and receive punishment for was a cornerstone of your relationship. It was part of what made your attraction to each other so irresistible.

“Now darlin….you know the punishment you get for making me so hard in public, my pretty little tease.” His callous hand caressed softly over the warm red mark raising up on your cheek. Every spank dissolving into numbing tingles the second his large hand passed over it to soothe the pain. “Tell me you remember…?”

You wiggled your hips, lifting your ass just a bit higher into the air. “As many spanks as you think I deserve.” You answered, hearing him grumble out an amused chuckle.

“You know what happens and still you don’t listen. Maybe I’m gonna have to up your punishment.” He thought aloud, the dark tone of his voice more alluring than it ever was threatening. At least to you.

You pouted, secretly wanting him to relent and give you what you had actually wanted from him all night. To have him lift you into his lap and split you in half over his cock. Most times taking him so rough was all that ever could ease the ache inside you. There was no one else who did it like he could.

“B-but….Sir I-I just wanted…you.” You gulped, knowing that there was little you could do to make up for how much you teased him in public before.

His hand came down again, slightly softer this time and the tiniest little moan slipped out of you. “I know. I know. But I had to wait all night to touch you how I wanted. And now I’m going to make you wait too. Need you to know how awful it feels to need it so bad and not get it.”

His free hand guided the pink lace of your top up and over your head, leaving you bare laid out over his lap. “Wolffe….I’m sorry I was bold. I’m sorry.” You faked, the sugary sweet lilt to your tone not convincing him for a second.

“Uh uh. Too late for sorry, darlin.” He spanked each side of your ass one final time and then sat you up in front of him, both his hands firmly holding your bottom in his palms. His dark, brooding glare met your soft eyes feigning innocence that you absolutely did not mean. He smirked, “don’t play innocent with me. I can feel you dripping all over my lap, dirty girl. You like being teased? Tell me, sweetheart, be honest. Remember I can tell when you’re lying.” His right hand slid from behind the curve of your ass to slip two of his thick fingers through your folds.

His tongue slid out quickly to wet his parted lips, as if it would bring him closer to tasting all of you coating his fingers. He hummed, softly praising you and watching as he words of encouragement made your body react even more. His touch sent jolts of pleasure up the base of your spine and coiling into a pressure filled spot in your lower belly. All at once you felt so good you didn’t want his fingers to stop spiraling, petting, twisting and stroking. You closed your eyes and rocked your hips into his hands for more only to find he was gone.

The wave of pleasure drawing closer relaxed back into nothing again and you whined like the very needy brat he knew you were. You were so lost in the feeling of his touch you forgot he’d asked you a question.

“Answer me, gorgeous. You know the more you fight me, the longer I’ll drag this out…” The heel of his palm rested just below your navel, his fingertips hovering torturously above where’d just been playing with your clit so perfectly. He leaned forward, kissing a sensitive spot just below your ear and whispered, “…even though you’re so pretty and all I really want to do is fill you and stretch you out on my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything, cyar’ika.” His voice rasped deeper in his throat, his own desire now starting to consume him.

“Y-yes, Commander. I love when you tease me.” You relented, finally deciding to stop fighting and give in to him. To let him know you liked all the ways he took care of you in public, keeping you safe and respected and happy all the time even when you wanted to be too spontaneous or reckless for your own good. “Can…you tease me a little more?” You asked, pawing at his chest and sliding your self forward to slip your heated lap over where he’d been waiting to be touched all night.

He dropped his head back and sighed at the contact, knowing in his heart that he probably didn’t have it in him to tease you much more anyways. Not if you felt this warm, soft and just inviting everywhere all around him. He could barely breathe you’d riled him up so heavily. “Call me Commander again and I’m not going to last long enough to keep teasing you, my perfect, bratty girl.”

You bit your bottom lip and smiled happily, grabbing him by the shoulders and slowly guiding him down on the bed behind you. “Ok, Commander.” You teased, letting your naked body hover over him while your still sore bottom slid up to run the length of your drenched slit along his cock.

Wolffe’s hand flew forward to grip your hips, slipping you carefully over himself to coat his pounding cock with arousal. “I changed my mind.” He laughed, sitting up to press his forehead with yours and watching your mouth drop open in ecstasy as he suddenly pressed himself into your fluttering opening.

You cried out sharply, gasping as he bottomed out in you with ease with how soaked you already were. “Oh…Wolffe.” You moaned, his hands on your waist steadying you as his thrusts upward increased in intensity. You swear he was trying to fill every empty space he could inside you.

He huffed out harshly between pumps of his snapping hips inside of you. “Your punishment is that anytime you think about walking tomorrow, you’ll feel me everywhere. On your ass when you go sit down…I want you to feel my hands. Want between your thighs to burn whenever you walk from how long I spent down here licking you up. I want you to feel the ache of me filling up this tight pussy whenever you breathe. I want you to think only about me the way I always think about you.”

And yet still you looked in his big, dark, scowling eyes and giggled, “that’s not a punishment. that’s a reward, Commander.” He smiled and made sure that by the next morning you realized that with him anytime you were together it would always be a little bit of both. He liked balance that way. Even if he completely threw off yours whenever you walked for a good week after that.