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[babeydollx]

Topper Thornton Masterlist | Babeydollx

| 🌺 - Smut | 🎀 - Fluff | 🥀 - Angst | ❗ - Dark Content |

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[trqelove]

outerbanks!

my outerbanks masterlist is below.

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*: smut, $: angst, %: fluff, +: trigger warning

jj maybank.

solace on wattpad

sarah cameron.

nothing yet!

john b routledge.

nothing yet!

topper thornton.

nothing yet!

kiara carrera.

nothing yet!

pope heyward.

nothing yet!

[insidekatmind]

Masterlist

Jonathan Daviss

The End~Jude Bellingham x reader (feat.Jonathan Daviss)

The tension

The temptation of the sunset

A sweet morning

Beneath the Veil of Desire

Just a kiss recited

You don't hate him

Sweet secret

Interview

[cameronsprincess]

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

⤷ Rafe Cameron

⤷ JJ Maybank

⤷ John B.

⤷ The Deadly Duo

[sageworld]

Asleep • Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS • NON-CON, Drugged!Reader, Smut (p in v), rafe being gross

rose ran down the staircase as she heard rafe yelling at an unknown person, trapped in the wine cellar.

“you need to calm down.” Rafe screamed and the sounds from the other side making it clear to rose it was sarah on the other side of the locked door.

“rafe, shh.” rose silently attempts to hush him as he pounds his fist on the door. “rafe, rafe look at me.” she pleads, trying to get the tall man away from the door but to no avail, until.

“rafe, y/n is upstairs.” is said, making the blonde whip his head around and turn to his step mom. “no, no she isn’t don’t lie to me.” rafe quickly steps to rose, making her step backwards hitting the wall.

“she is, rafe. she’s asleep right now, i had to give her something to calm her down. she’s leaving with us rafe i promise. go check on her, she’s asleep in the second guest room, she won’t wake up right away but go check on her.” the older woman babbles in a desperate attempt.

“what’d you give her? is she okay?” rafe’s interest completely abandoning his sister. “rafe, she’s fine. go make sure she has something warm to wear on the boat.”

without another word rafe makes his way up the staircase, nerves eating him alive.

rafe hadn’t seen you in about a month. you were there on the tarmac when rafe shot peterkin. the short time you were with rafe after was messy.

you knew rafe wasn’t the best guy, his one grace being his family name & reputation. after he shot peterkin you knew it wasn’t to be long before that was tarnished but yet you stayed by his side, in full support that john b did it until rafe hit you.

it was the first time he’d ever hit you, he was a coked out monster fueled by jealousy and anger. rafe was convinced you had a thing for kelce, that night ending in you getting a busted lip and being called a whore.

as rafe opened the bedroom door he saw you, laying peacefully. you wore your usual night attire which was normal considering the hour rose must’ve gotten you.

“gotta get her ready.” rafe mumbled, the coke and bourbon in affect. he stumbled towards the bed, a pair of his boxers, sweat pants, t-shirt, hoodie & socks in hand. he had stopped by his room on the way to where you slept, making sure to pick out all your favorites.

rafe sat on the bed, back facing your unconscious body as he turned to look at you. “i love you, pretty girl. i know you might not think that all the time but, i promise i love you all the time. it’s just that sometimes you get me so worked up over things and it makes things hard for me. i wish you understood but, let’s not focus on that right now, pretty.” he talks as if you’re listening.

rafe smiled at you before leaning down to kiss you and even though you weren’t kissing back, he was enjoying it. it was you so, it’ll work, rafe thought.

as rafe’s kisses got more intimate the more his hands explored, one pulling down your spaghetti strap to expose a boob, the other going down into your nike techs.

rafes kisses trailed from yours lips, to your neck, and down to your nipple where he stopped to suckle on the tender flesh. meanwhile his other hand massaged your clit in a desperate attempt to get a reaction from your sleeping body.

rafe feels himself hardening in his jeans, he knows he has things to do and he knows he needs to be quick.

detaching from your nipple, shifts on the bed sitting on his knees as he begins taking off your shorts and panties. he groans at the sight of your pussy. the small hairs growing. well at least i know she hasn’t been with anyone else.

rafe knew you’d been extremely insecure about your hair down there so seeing hair had grown prove to him that you hadn’t seen anyone else in the last month.

after shimmying his own pants down, rafe spits in his hand, stroking his hard cock. he positions you how he wants you, legs wide open.

he groans at how you squeeze him as he pushes in, eyes rolling back. “i fucking love you.” rafe lays his weight on you, a steady pace forming. “i feel this pussy getting wetter, you like that pretty girl?” rafe moans, pulling the rest of your spaghetti strap down, bunching it at your waist.

rafe never had looked at you like a girlfriend more than he did as a possession with no say in anything. this being a new line he crossed but he didn’t care, you wouldn’t remember anyways.

“you like the way i fuck you, huh slut?” rafes words get more aggressive with his thrusts as he uses you like some glorified sex doll. he squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as he licks inside.

“could be in this pretty pussy. all. day.” rafe pounds with his words.

“rafey…” let out, while it’s barley audible and slurred rafe hears it.

“that’s right baby, it’s me, your rafey.”. he coos but just as fast as you said it is as fast as you fell back into your sleepy state.

“mm almost done baby, promise.” his thrust begin to turn to slop.

soon enough rafe finds his high, fucking it all into you. moaning about how pretty you are as he cums in you.

another line rafe had crossed, while you weren’t on birth control you and rafe always used condoms or pulled out.

you couldn’t defend yourself, and while you couldn’t tell rafe yes you also couldn’t say no. but since you physically couldn’t rafe decided he could do what he wanted.

his clean up is quick, soon enough he dressing you, leaving the hoodie off for until you’re on the boat.

he slides he north face jacket back on before applying a soft kiss to your lips. “i love you pretty girl.” he smiles before exiting the room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

[wannabekook]

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(ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ)

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❀-𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 ✰-𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 ♡-𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

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i will mainly write for obx but feel free to send in requests for other shows/fandoms

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.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝓳𝓳 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓴.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝓳𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓫. 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓮.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

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[venuslcver]

RAFE CAMERON

imagines and headcannons

⋆ RELENTLESS — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ RELENTLESS PT. 2 — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ RELENTLESS PT. 3 — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ RELENTLESS PT. 4 — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ FIRST TIMES — virgin!rafe x bestfriend!reader

SARAH CAMERON

imagines and headcannons

⋆ JUST FRIENDS — bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

⋆ JUST FRIENDS PT. 2 — bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

JJ MAYBANK

imagines and headcannons

⋆ DATING — pogue!jj x kook!reader

⋆ WITHIN SCHOOL WALLS — academicweapon!jj x rival!reader

⋆ WITHIN SCHOOL WALLS PT. 2 — academicweapon!jj x rival!reader

POPE HEYWARD

imagines and headcannons

⋆ HIGH BY THE BEACH — boyfriend!pope x carefreekook!reader

[writingwithciara]

Fics

JJ Maybank - broken promise [1][2][3] - should've said no - birthday - the losers game - all i want

Pope Heyward - it's you - the christmas carol

Topper Thornton - silent auction [1][2] - all i want - if i can't love her

Rafe Cameron - cover girl - safe & sound - the losers game - finest, loveliest, tenderest

Kelce - unapologetically

Austin North - daddy taught me - i should be asleep - perfect harmony

Drew Starkey - marry me

moodboards

[bbradyskjei]

NAVIGATION

About me; currently writing for obx but planning on expanding my work later (my masterlist too)! safe space and only positivity here, inbox is always open!

MASTERLIST;

- rafe cameron

HIDDEN FEELINGS

GONE

[gxdsfavgal]

Just missing Summer rn🌊☀️🛥️

When i mean summer, i mean season 1 of OBX and TSITP

[pogues-writings]

c’mon, pogue, show us what you’re made of

*i don’t own the gif, all creds to @poguesofobx​​*

© All rights reserved to pogues-writings. There is no copying or modifying of writing. Translating and reposting work is prohibited. Please inform me if you see anything similar to my work. 

(For real, though, please don’t copy, rewrite, or steal my work. A lot of time and effort has been put into creating it. It sucks as a writer to work so hard on something for it to be copied so easily (especially for free). If you do, I will find it, and it will be reported. I want my stories on my blog, and my blog only.)

☼ I will write for any of the Outer Banks characters, including smut. I, however, don’t write at all for the Outer Banks cast, nor do I write character pairings (ie JJ and Kie, Rafe and Kie, John B and Sarah, Pope and Cleo).

☼ I’m a senior creative writing major and it literally pains me to write character x reader now. That’s what we call growth, folks. All of my fics will be character x OC.

Speaking of OC’s here’s a link to ones I use for fics (this will update as I write; there may be multiple OC’s for some canon characters depending on the fic’s arc).

Danny Hemmingway | JJ Maybank

☼ I prioritize JJ and Rafe requests because they’re my favorite characters.

☼ If you’re not a fan of swearing, adult content, or triggering topics, my blog probably isn’t for you. Learn more about that here!

I put warnings on the top of all of my works. They are always in bold italics. Please look for them and read them! These are seriously important. The last thing I want is to trigger anyone—much of my work is heavy.

☼ I update my masterlist each time I post a new story.

☼ My requests are always open, so if you want to send me an original idea or prompt, please do so! Your requests are always appreciated and taken into consideration, however, I don’t write all requests. (Sorry— that would take too damn long; I’m a workin’ woman) I write the requests I truly love the concept behind and feel like I could do justice.

If something is requested or not, please, please, please be patient with me. Good things take time.

☼ I love many, many different things. If you have another fandom you'd like me to write for, send a request and I'll get back to you!

☼ Just a little fun fact: I try to title all of my fics are after songs!

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[coco-cinnamon]

Outer Banks Masterlist.

© coco-cinnamon 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

♡ John B Routledge.

♡ JJ Maybank.

♡ Sarah Cameron.

♡ Pope Heyward.

♡ Kiara Carrera.

♡ Cleo Anderson.

♡ Rafe Cameron.

♡ Topper Thornton.

♡ Barry.

♡ Ward Cameron.

(more coming soon!)

[jj-maybankswife]

This is soooo good, all of it!! Thank you for blessing me with your existence <3

☼ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ☼

☼ 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ☼

☼ 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕? 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!  ☼

Keep reading

[lizziesangel]

RAFE CAMERON - paired up together

quarterback!extroverted jock x shy!introverted!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: based on this request

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: soft!rafe cameron

your mom and dad always had a vision for you, one that didn’t exactly include self-defense classes. when you were younger, they signed you up for piano lessons, art workshops, and just about anything that didn’t involve sweat or the possibility of a sprained ankle. they didn’t want you to feel weak, of course, but they thought strength came from different things—discipline, refinement, skill.

“you don’t need to learn to throw punches,” your mom would say. “you need discipline. structure. music.”

so you’re not exactly the strongest person in the world, but you’re not weak either. you’ve got your limits, sure, but you also like to think you can handle yourself if you absolutely had to. you’re just hoping today isn’t one of those days.

as you walk with your best friend to PE, the two of you are mid-gossip, laughing at something she said about the latest drama in your grade.

“and then she had the nerve to say my dress was last season, when hers looked like it came out of her grandma’s attic,” lana says, flipping her hair dramatically.

you snort. “maybe she was going for vintage?”

“vintage?” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “there’s a difference between vintage and… tragic.”

the conversation carries you all the way to the gym, where your PE teacher, coach davis, claps his hands together and gets everyone’s attention.

“alright, listen up!” he booms, his voice echoing off the walls. “today, we’re starting a self-defense unit. and before anyone complains, let me just say—you’re gonna thank me later. trust me.”

there’s a murmur of interest and maybe a little dread from the class. you glance around and spot the football team—rafe cameron and topper thornton in the corner—leaning against the wall like they’re above it all. rafe’s tossing a football between his hands absentmindedly, while topper’s saying something that makes him smirk.

“of course they’re here,” lana mutters, following your gaze, looking at each football player.

“at least we’re not getting paired with them,” you whisper back, half-joking.

lana shakes her head, “i feel like you just jinxed us.”

you look at her, “no, you just jinxed us by saying that i jinxed us.”

she looks at you with a confused face, “you’re not even making sense, like at all.”

“whatever, they're football players, it would be weird if we were paired with them,” you raised your shoulders.

coach davis goes on to explain the basics of the class, ending with the bombshell: “you’re gonna be partnered up for these drills. i’ll call out the pairs.”

your friend groans dramatically. “if it’s not them then i’m gonna get stuck with someone who doesn’t even know how to hold a fist properly.”

“maybe it’ll be me,” you say, grinning.

“please,” she shoots back. “you’re not hopeless. you’re just… delicate.”

before you can defend yourself, coach starts calling out pairs. when he says your best friend’s name, followed by topper’s, her jaw drops.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” she whispers, shooting you a look. “like i said, you jinxed us.”

“at least he’s strong?” you offer, barely holding back a laugh.

“and annoying.” she sighs, but there’s a faint pink tinge to her cheeks as she walks over to topper.

then coach calls your name.

“you’re with rafe cameron.”

your stomach drops. you glance up to find rafe already looking at you, his eyebrows slightly raised, the smirk replaced by something unreadable.

“great,” you mutter under your breath, grabbing your water bottle and making your way over.

the self-defense gym class is not exactly your idea of a good time. the thought of being paired up with anyone, let alone someone like rafe cameron—quarterback, golden boy, cute jock extraordinaire—makes you want to melt into the floor. but when coach calls your name, followed by his, there’s no escaping it.

you shuffle over to him, clutching your water bottle, avoiding his eyes. rafe, on the other hand, stands there looking like he’s just been told he won the lottery, but he’s trying way too hard to play it cool.

“guess we’re partners,” he says, a little too brightly, flashing that easy grin of his. it’s the kind of smile that probably works on everyone else, but you just nod and mumble, “yeah, okay.”

the first drill is basic—a wrist grab escape.

“so,” he starts, dropping the football to the ground and kicking it aside, “here’s the plan. i’ll go easy on you, obviously. i mean, i’m not gonna, like, actually grab you or anything. just… enough so you can practice the moves. sound good?”

you blink at him, unsure what to say. he’s talking fast, like he’s trying to fill the silence before it even has a chance to settle.

“and if you’re not sure about something, just tell me,” he continues, his hands gesturing animatedly. “i’ve, uh, done some of this stuff before. kind of, you know… for football and stuff.” he scratches the back of his neck, like that explains everything.

“okay,” you say softly, nodding.

he hesitates for a moment, like he’s waiting for you to say more, but when you don’t, he shifts awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“cool. yeah. uh… so, you wanna start with the wrist grab thing?” he asks, his voice a little higher than usual.

“sure,” you reply, your tone neutral.

he stares at you for a second longer, then clears his throat and rubs his hands together. “alright. this’ll be easy. just… pretend I’m the bad guy or something.”

you glance up at him briefly, your lips twitching into the smallest of smiles. “okay, bad guy.”

his laugh is sudden, almost startled, like he didn’t expect you to say that. he recovers quickly, though, his grin softening into something less forced.

“alright, let’s do this,” he says, stepping a little closer. you try not to focus on how tall he is, how he seems to take up all the space around you.

the first few exercises are awkward, to say the least. rafe has to grab your wrist in what’s supposed to be a firm hold, and you’d have to fumble your way through the escape technique. it’s not perfect, but it’s good enough to get the drill going.

the two of you are both way too aware of each other. the awkwardness of it all makes the air feel heavier, and there’s this strange, bubbling tension that neither of you knows how to shake. rafe’s grip on your wrist is a little too firm at first, and you instinctively yank it out of his hold too quickly, which makes you both pause and look at each other for a second.

there’s a beat of silence, and then rafe’s face cracks into a grin. “uh… yeah, you’re definitely supposed to slowly pull away,” he says, his voice a little too bright for the situation.

you blink at him, your face flushing. “sorry, I—uh—I panicked.”

he lets out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s fine. we’re just trying this out.”

you can’t help but feel embarrassed, your cheeks heating up under his gaze. you didn’t think self-defense could be this awkward, but the whole thing is kind of ridiculous. the movements feel so stiff and uncoordinated, and you can tell rafe is trying way too hard to hide his laughter.

“okay,” you mutter, looking anywhere but at him. “let’s try again.”

this time, rafe tries to go easy on you, adjusting his stance, but as soon as he grabs your wrist again, there’s a moment of hesitation, and both of you burst into suppressed giggles. it’s just too silly—the way you’re both standing there, pretending to fight, looking like absolute amateurs.

you can’t stop the laughter from slipping out, and the sound is so unexpected that it catches you off guard. your face burns, and you quickly cover it with your hand, hoping no one notices how flustered you are.

“okay, okay,” rafe says between laughs, still holding your wrist but clearly fighting to keep himself together. his heart is racing, not from the physical exertion of the exercises, but from the way he can’t seem to focus on anything except how adorable you look when you laugh. “we’re, uh, doing great, right?”

you can’t even meet his eyes. your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “yeah, definitely.”

but rafe’s heart is thundering in his chest, too loud for him to ignore. he’s never been this nervous during a drill, not even when he’s throwing a football in front of a crowd. everything about this is making his insides do flip-flops, and he can’t understand why.

the two of you keep going through the exercises, but the laughter doesn’t stop. each time rafe grabs your wrist, or you try to make an escape, there’s this shared, silent understanding between the two of you. it’s ridiculous. it’s awkward. and it’s perfect.

he notices the way your hands shake slightly, how your eyes keep darting away from his, and it just makes him want to laugh even more. it’s so real, so raw, in a way he’s never felt before. he doesn’t know why, but he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

“you’re doing fine,” he says softly after a while, his voice unusually gentle. “really. don’t worry about it.”

you nod, barely able to form words as you keep your gaze firmly on the floor. he wants to say something else, but the words get stuck in his throat. it’s strange—this is strange. something about the way you make him feel like he’s in way over his head, and it’s making his heart race faster than he can keep up with.

coach davis started droning on about the next exercise, something about how to escape a bear hug or tackle or whatever, but you’re not really listening. you’re too busy trying to get the next move right, shifting your weight awkwardly, wondering if your face is as hot as it feels.

what you are aware of, though, is the way rafe is looking at you. his gaze is soft, but it doesn’t feel casual—it’s more intense than it should be, like he's lost in a thought you’re not a part of. every time you glance at him, he’s still staring, his lips slightly parted like he’s about to say something but can’t quite figure out what.

you don’t notice how long he’s been staring, how he’s not paying attention to coach davis at all, but lana does.

she’s standing a few feet away with topper, listening half-heartedly to the coach’s explanation while she watches you both from the corner of her eye. when she sees rafe’s gaze fixed on you, her eyebrow raises, the corners of her lips curling up in a mischievous grin.

“no way,” she mutters to topper, who’s clearly more interested in trying not to sweat than anything happening in the class.

lana shifts closer to you, nudging your shoulder gently. “okay, seriously, are you two going to pretend like nothing is happening here?” she whispers, her voice laced with amusement.

you barely hear her, focused on the way rafe shifts his weight, trying to act casual, but you don’t miss the glint in his eyes.

“what are you talking about?” you ask, still trying to concentrate on what coach davis is saying.

“girl,” she says, almost too loudly, making you blush even harder, “you’ve got mr. quarterback staring at you like you’re the only thing in this gym. i swear, you’re not even paying attention, and he’s over here practically drooling.”

you blink at her, confused, your face going even hotter. you glance over at rafe quickly, thinking you’re imagining it, but—no. he’s still looking at you, and the moment your eyes meet, his expression shifts from uncertainty to something else, something you can’t quite figure out.

and then, like a punch to the gut, you finally pull your gaze from him, letting your eyes fall to the floor like you’re trying to escape from the intensity of the moment.

lana catches the look, then smirks, nudging you again. “i’m not crazy. he’s definitely into you. like, definitely. look at him—he’s not even pretending to pay attention anymore.”

you try to focus on something else—anything else—but you feel the weight of his gaze still on you, like he’s looking right through you. it makes your chest tighten, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him again.

“stop,” you whisper harshly, though you don’t even know why you’re saying it.

lana just giggles, her eyes lighting up like she’s holding onto some great secret. “i’m just saying, girl. you’re killing him right now.”

meanwhile, rafe, clueless about what’s going on between the two of you, is still struggling to keep his composure. his heart is racing even faster now, and all he can think about is how you’re just standing there, not noticing what he’s feeling—he’s not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed by that. all he knows is that he can’t seem to look away from you.

rafe exhales slowly, trying to ground himself, even though it feels impossible.

[sageworld]

WINE PON YOU ༒ BARRY SMUT!

the high of rafe camerons party was over and you knew you should’ve left along time ago. your body was hypnotized by the liquor, dojas wine pon you playing through the speaker & barry grinding behind you.

the two of yours body’s had been attached for the past hour. lips grazing over one another’s every once in a while, you bent over you wind your hips onto him. you felt good, really good.

“let’s go inside mama.” barry says. you adjust yourself and let him lead the way.

the two of you end up in some random bedroom in tannyhill. you feel barry behind you again but this time he’s pulling down the straps of your mini dress. you oblige and let him take it all the way off, leaving you in just your panties.

you turn to him, starting him in the eye. “what you wanna do mama?” he asks, grabbing a chunk of your ass in each of his large hands.

your lips graze over his, wanting to see how long it’ll take him to crack. it’s not too long before his lips are on yours, tongues in each others mouths.

he backs you into the bed, causing you to fall back into it. you’re disappointed as his lips disconnect from yours.

“get on all fours baby.” he commands & you do so. you feel him pull your panties down to your knees.

he spreads your ass and you feel his tongue hit your clit. the feeling of him eating you out from behind being so overwhelming. his tongue works miracles on you as it goes over your clit in circles.

you can’t help but feel yourself get wetter as barry growls loudly and shakes his head in your pussy. “oh fuck baby.” you squeak out as you feel yourself coming on his face.

barry gets up, spitting on your pussy while doing so. you hear him pulling him pants down and when you look he’s just dropped them enough for his length to come out. his blue jersey still on. you moan and that sight, his chain dangling from his neck. you shake your ass back a bit and feel his dick poke at you.

you moan as he slips it in. he grabs your hips and uses it as leverage as he pounds in and out of you, you feel yourself swallowing him. the sound of your moans, barry’s groans and slapping fill the room.

“i’m not gonna last too long, this good pussy right here.” he groans and throws his head back. “cum for me, please daddy.” you moan like something from a porno. “shit, don’t gotta tell me twice.”

you sequel as barry pounds you out, going hard and fast worried about nothing but his high. “who’s your daddy?” barry asks. “you’re my daddy barry, my good daddy.”

“i’m gonna cum.” barry announces just before pulling out. the second he’s out you feel his hot seed all over your ass. you laugh when you feel him collapse on the bed next to you, his dick still out and you still naked and barely laying on your belly.

“we should do that again sometime.” you smile and bite your lip as barry smiles back.

who missed me?

[uchispeach]

Uchis’ Masterlist

Outer Banks

➥ Rafe Cameron

➥ Topper Thornton

➥ JJ Maybank