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[t0jisbunny]

sukuna doesn’t know how to give gifts ♡︎

(part of my trueform!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here)

sukuna didn’t do romance, or love, or anything involving emotions, for that matter.

at least that’s what he told himself — constantly denying the fact you drive him crazy.

another thing he didn’t do? gift giving. he thought it was pathetic. no soul on earth was worthy of being given a gift by the king of curses.

apart from you, of course.

his first attempt at giving you a gift was the worst. you remember it vividly, the way he walked into the room casually, like he wasn’t holding a whole human head in one of his overly large hands.

you gasped sharply, covering your mouth with your hand at the sight. "kuna… is that—"

he plopped it right down in front of you, a proud, smug grin on his face like he’d cracked the code of gift giving. “well, woman?" he said, expecting some sort of thank you.

for once, you were completely lost for words.

sukuna’s second attempt at giving you a gift was slightly better, yet not quite… there yet.

after coming back from an errand, he returned to the palace, two arms crossed over his chest as he watched you read quietly in bed. you looked up at him, smiling sweetly, "welcome back."

he hummed, padding closer, reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a dead rose, withered and rotting, crispy petals falling into the floor.

he handed it to you, avoiding direct eye contact for once, one hand scratching the nape of his neck.

it wasn’t perfect, to say the least — but he was trying. that alone, made you happy.

you gently took the rose from his hand, examining it. "a dead rose?…" you asked, looking to sukuna who was watching your reaction like a hawk. "it reminded me of you."

"i remind you of a dead flower?…" you responded, clearing your throat.

he knew he had failed miserably again by your reaction — blood suddenly boiling as he realised how terrible he was at this whole thing.

“i’ll cherish it forever,” you smiled desperately trying to show your appreciation before sukuna goes into one of his moods.

a few days later, sukuna finds you outside, perched in the gardens watching the sun set.

if he failed one more attempt, someone was losing a limb.

he stands in front of you, massive frame blocking your view as he extends his hand, passing you some kind of shiny rock — glimmering under the dim light, small flecks of quartz peeking through.

you take it from him, holding it in your palm and admiring it. when he’d found it, it instantly reminded him of your eyes — shiny and hopeful. stupid. sentimental. completely beneath him.

your fingers trace the surface, “a… stone?”

“it is not just a stone, woman,” he growls, the tips of ears burning faintly, “it has… qualities. it shines. you like shiny, useless things. do not make me explain it further.”

you giggle, standing up, pressing your free hand to his chest. “how thoughtful. i love it, kuna."

he scoffs, though pleased he’d finally found something you somewhat like. “you are easily pleased,” he grumbles, two hands settling possessively on your soft hips.

"most would beg for gold, or a severed head of their enemy… yet you smile at a rock," he adds, yet again, utterly confused by humans and their obscure interests.

"i like it because it’s from you," you say softly, looking up at him with those big, hopeful eyes.

"tch…" he scoffs, pretending like he didn’t enjoy your answer.

a/n; she lowkey ungrateful i love dead roses (also i don’t remember where i got the frame/ art from ugh pls tag the creator if u know!!)

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[t0jisbunny]

sukuna and his obsession with back scratches ♡

fluff. part of my trueform!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here

you’ve been scratching sukuna’s back for what felt like hours now — delicately tracing every tattoo, softly dragging your fingernails nails down his skin as he lays sprawled out across the sheets.

you’re almost certain you heard him purr at one point like a relaxed cat. this was the most docile you’d ever seen him. you almost regret suggesting this idea to him at all.

when you try to stop, or move even an inch, he grumbles lowly, using one of his hands to reach around and grab your wrist — positioning your hand back where he wants it.

"i did not tell you to stop," he says, burying his face back into the pillows below him, feeling you continue your chore ministrations.

you sigh, then smile a little, wondering when sukuna became so needy. it was endearing, in all honesty. "my hand is tired, kuna," you whine, slowing your movements.

he shifts, turning his head just enough to glare at you in offence. "continue," he demands, clearly too comfortable to care how your hand was feeling.

it wasn’t as if sukuna had a small back, either. there was a lot of ground to cover, broad and spacious, packed with muscle that flexed with every movement.

with time, you learned to alternate between hands, switching when one got tired. of course, he complained at the millisecond your hand was away from his back so you could switch over.

eventually, this became a daily thing. as you settle into bed next to him, he lays himself down on his stomach, shirtless, glaring at you expectantly. "again?…" you ask, knowing you’ll be scratching his back until he drifts off to sleep.

"scratch."

additionally, he gets more demanding with his needs every time, mumbling "lower, woman" or "harder" — humming in contentment when you oblige.

like you had a choice.

oftentimes, when you’re feeling extra sweet, you dip your head down, leaving gentle kisses down his spine — making his body twitch. "how’s that?" you whisper gently, smoothing over the spots you kiss with your fingers.

you smile as sukuna relaxed further, humming to himself, tired and satisfied enough to give you a small amount of praise, (in his own way).

"…i do not dislike it."

you softly drag your fingernails all the way from his tailbone up to his neck, threading your fingers through the soft pink hair at his nape — pulling a low groan from him.

it was intimate, sensual. you did it a few more times for…good measure.

sukuna often asks you to keep your fingernails somewhat long as he prefers the sensation, secretly asking uraume to hide any item you may use to to trim them down.

that was the extent of his obsession. just wait until he found out about massages.

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art by chucklenuts on x,, butterfly gif from @dollywons

[t0jisbunny]

sukuna being clingy in the morning ꒰♡

(true form!sukuna x chubby!reader) | fluff/ crack / suggestive

you were convinced sukuna was somehow made for cuddling.

four large arms wrapped around you, holding you close — broad chest pressed against your back, large body radiating constant heat.

you had your head resting on his bicep, the size of it basically acting as a slightly smaller, more comfortable version of a pillow. sukuna had another arm draped around your waist, hand splayed across your soft tummy, the other two arms in similar positions. he was practically squeezing you in his sleep.

when you stir during the night, he tightens his hold, securing you against him further so you can’t leave. not even for a second.

you were both warm and drunk with sleep, the soft morning sun beginning to beam through the windows.

you stir first.

a lazy sigh, a soft shift of your hips, body dying to stretch its muscles. you peek behind you, catching sight of sukuna’s sleeping form, four eyes glued shut — pink hair messy in the best way.

you wriggle a little, cautious you don’t wake the grumpy cute beast behind you. the moment you move more than an inch, one of sukuna’s eyes snap open, watching you try to slide out from beneath his arms.

"no." he doesn’t say much — he doesn’t need to. sukuna could keep you curled up next to him for eternity if he wanted. you were helpless against him, especially when he was needy like this.

he tightens his arms further, pulling you back against his chest with a lazy grumble. your soft curves only made sukuna want to keep you in bed with him longer — your body was so supple, so cozy.

"kuna, i need to use the bathr-"

"quiet."

you sigh quietly, desperate to stretch your legs and empty your bladder, or even just have a second to breathe without being crushed by the grumpy oversized cat behind you.

"i can’t hold it much longer-" you warn, squirming sukuna’s hold again, pinching his arm in protest. he doesn’t move, not even a millimetre, your protests falling on deaf ears. "kunaaaa!" you whine.

"i do not care, woman. disturb my slumber again and i will eat you," he mumbles, throwing empty threats around like he actually means them. he lets out a sound that could only be described as half whine, half growl, setting back in.

you giggle lightheartedly, wiggling your ass against him in a playful manner. you may have to resort to other techniques to get the man to release you from his iron grip. "…oh yeah?"

sukuna cracks an eye open again, one hand finding your hip, halting your movements. "you have woken me up. do not wake them also," he rasps, trying to ignore the two growing bulges under the sheets.

"let me use the bathroom and i’ll say good morning to you properly," you grin, grinding your full ass against his crotch. he hums lowly, clearly satisfied with this idea, yet slightly irritated he’d have to spend a few minutes without you curled up against him.

slowly, he relaxes his grip, letting you slither away towards the bathroom. "be quick, woman."

he already missed you.

a/n; i wrote this after a few cocktails so… here’s this i guess… sorry it’s so short ugh (also this isn’t part of chubby concubine series i hope i made that clear idk LOL)

art by chucklenuts on x !!

[aeresha]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen's ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ mumbling when he doesn't get his daily morning kisses .✦ ݁˖

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Usually, you would spend at least ten minutes entangled in Ryomen's suffocating, four-armed embrace, enduring his rough-textured skin and sleepy grunts. But today, you were late.

You slid out of the futon, throwing on a robe and tying your hair back in a rush. You didn’t notice the immediate shift in the room's energy—the way the heavy, oppressive aura of the King of Curses suddenly stirred.

As you paced around the kitchen island, frantically brewing coffee and packing a bag, a towering figure leaned against the doorframe.

Ryomen looked a mess.

His pink hair was completely wild, his yukata hung loosely off one broad shoulder, and all four of his eyes were narrowed into slits. He crossed his upper arms, while his lower arms rested on his hips.

Then, the mumbling started.

“...unbelievable,” he growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that still carried the weight of sleep. “Brat wakes up, doesn't say a word. Walks right past me like I'm some common curse in the streets. After everything I tolerate...”

You paused, holding a spoon. “Ryomen, did you say something?”

He didn't look at you.

Instead, he stared intently at a spot on the kitchen wall, his lower jaw shifting as he continued to mutter under his breath. “I should dismantle this entire house. The audacity. A thousand years ago, men bled out in the dirt just for a glimpse of my face, and here I am, being ignored for a cup of bean water. Truly pathetic.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

You set the spoon down and turned to face him fully. “Are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I don't throw tantrums, human,” he snapped, though his eyes finally flicked to yours, burning with mock irritation. “I state facts. You lack discipline. You lack respect.”

He took a slow, deliberate step into the kitchen, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He didn't stop until he was inches away from you, trapping you between his chest and the kitchen counter. His extra hands came down on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“Well?” he murmured, leaning his face down. His upper eyes were squinted shut in a pout he would die before admitting to, while his lower eyes watched your mouth. “Are you going to fix your mistake, or do I have to remind you who rules this domain?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his jaw.

His skin was warm, and the rough markings beneath your fingers felt familiar.

“Good morning, Ryomen,” you whispered.

You leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Instantly, the tense lines of his shoulders relaxed. Before you could pull away, his upper hands caught the back of your head, deep-fruiting his fingers into your hair to prolong the kiss, turning it into something possessive and deep.

When he finally let you go, a smug, satisfied smirk had replaced his scowl.

“Hmph...” he grunted, turning on his heel to head toward the porch, his yukata trailing behind him. “See that it doesn't happen again tomorrow. I won't be so lenient.”

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[babydollrafe]

𝓦hat are you doing 𝓢tepbro?

pairing: frat!stepbro!rafe x stepsis!reader

word count: 1.2k

Warnings: stepcest, toe sucking, dubcon (cums in reader despite protests), secret relationship, possible pregnancy, breeding (just a lil), Rafe is really shitty and uses reader for sex

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It’s a cozy day in the Cameron estate, quiet and peaceful for once instead of buzzing with nerves and anger. Only because you and Rafe were home, enjoying each other’s company. No drama with Sarah, no pleading for favors from Wheezie, and no demands from Ward.

Rafe had argued with his dad earlier in the day and when you jumped to his defense, Ward decided neither were allowed at the family brunch. But Rafe didn’t care and you didn’t want to go to that stupid brunch anyways.

They didn’t question why the two eldest stuck by one another, specifically Rafe to his stepsister of all people; he’d obviously grown some kind of attachment. Wheezie and Sarah have their suspicions but it doesn’t go farther than believing you and Rafe get high together. Your mom and Ward— if they suspect it, choose to ignore it and play the part of grateful parents with two kids that don’t want to kill each other.

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You sit quietly on the couch, watching Rafe play COD with his friends while scrolling through your phone. Every once in a while, Rafe’s voice grabs your attention, usually because he’s snapping at Topper for getting them killed again.

“You fuckin’ dumbass,” he barks, staring at the ‘returning to lobby’ screen. “Top, I said stop running into the fuckin’ building, they’re scoped.”

You smirk, holding in a laugh as Topper yells back. In the background, you catch Kelce’s muffled voice from the headset, saying something about Topper being the worst of the three. Rafe looks over at you, deciding he’s had enough of his dumbass friends when he could be doing something with his favorite sister.

Rafe sets the controller down, “I’m done for the day.” he mutters, taking off the headset and disconnecting from the voice-chat. He looks over at you, dropping the controller and headset on the coffee table.

“What’re you doin’?” he asks, your eyes are already on him, “Scrolling.” you answer. He hums, maintaining eye contact as his hand starts running over your ankle, rubbing up your shin with a soothing pressure. You exhale, leaning back into the couch with your legs in his lap, “I like these socks.” he compliments, tugging at the frill above your ankle.

“Yeah?” you ask, watching him pull your sock down. He doesn’t respond, dropping the sock on the table. A moment of silence passes as he begins massaging your foot. Your leg twitches, breath hitching at the tickling sensation. He looks over at you again with amusement, “That tickle?” he teases, gently running his fingers over the sole of your foot, eliciting a kick from you and a laugh. “Rafe!” you squeal, trying to pull your foot away. He laughs, relenting and making up for it with a squeeze.

You two smile at each other briefly, then he pulls the sock from your other foot, tossing that one to the floor with less care this time. He pushes your feet together, looking at them. “You have pretty toes.” he murmurs. It sends a little thrill through you to hear the compliment. You knew he was being genuine because it was so random and so weird.

“Do you like feet or somethin’?” you joke, wiggling your toes. “Nah,” he shakes his head, pressing his thumb against your painted toenail. “I like yours though.” he admits. Your eyebrows raise, “Yeah?” you try to remain casual. “So suck ‘em.”

You didn’t think he’d actually fucking do it. He licks the underside of your first toe, teasing, something that makes you believe for just a second he’s kidding and dragging out the bit. But then he puts your toe in his mouth, sucking on it and looking over at you through hooded eyes, studying your reaction. Your breath catches. “Freak.” you mutter half-heartedly, breaking eye contact, pulling your foot back briefly.

“What, you don’t like that shit?” he scoffs, acting like you’re the strange one for not indulging in his toe sucking. “It’s weird…” you mumble, looking down. Then your eyes land on something.

You blink, thrown off by the sight. “Are you hard?”

Rafe looks down at his bulge, “Looks like it.” he answers, not caring at all that you’re seeing him in this state. “You’re actually a fucking freak.” you roll your eyes, sitting up. Just then, Rafe grabs your ankle again, “I need somethin’,” he mutters, his grip suddenly less gentle, preventing you from leaving.

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Things progressed quickly after that, blurring together in your memory like a movie montage. One moment Rafe’s kissing you, another he’s lifting your skirt, and finally he pulls your thong aside, pushing himself deep until his hips meet your ass.

Now here you are, bent over for your stepbrother while he fucks you on the family couch.

“That feel good, princess?” he gruffs, watching your ass jiggle with every harsh buck of his hips. “Mm, Rafe.” you moan quietly, having gotten used to keeping your voice down due to him sneaking into your room most nights.

He slaps your ass, yanking your hair tightly as punishment for not being loud enough. “I want to fuckin’ hear it.” he demands, pushing himself even deeper into your needy cunt. You gasp, feeling his big cock stretching you out. “Oh, oh— god, oh fuck!” you scream, burying your face into the top of the couch, holding it tightly for stability.

Rafe leans down, softly biting the side of your neck, then running his tongue over the sensitive skin, “You’re such a good sister, such a good fucking slut.” he praises, pushing you past your breaking point.

You whine and whimper, feeling your aching walls tighten around his pulsating length with fervor. He groans, reaching down to rub your clit while forcing himself to fuck you through the overwhelming feeling.

“I can’t take it, I can’t take it!” you feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes, unable to stop yourself from coming all over his dick. Rafe keeps pushing in and pulling out, forcing your soaked, puffy pussy to accept his throbbing, flushed cock.

“I’m gonna make you mine, sis.” he teases through a whisper, and your eyes widen, momentarily forgetting about your stuffed slick.

Your head whips around, “No, don’t cum in me!” you mewl, feeling him speed up. In response, Rafe holds onto your hips painfully, slamming into you at a faster and harder space, forcing you to take him fully until he comes deep inside you. You hold on helplessly to the couch, clawing at his forearm with one hand weakly. “Rafe! Don’t—“ but it’s too late as he finishes at your hilt, leaving you burying your face into the cushion and arching into him, squirting all over his dick this time. 

Rafe’s breathing comes out stuttered with exertion, carelessly dropping you back onto the couch. He runs his hands through his hair and reaches down to grab his shorts. You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling fan with fuzzy vision and lightheadedness.

“You’re all fucked out.” he says nonchalantly, patting your thigh. You look over to him, silently watching as he picks up his phone and leaves you there by yourself. Naked, maybe pregnant.

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a/n: i was honestly more concerned with his foot fetish than the actual fucking #S2RafeFootFetishTruther #FratRafeFootFreakReal

[rafesbabybunny777]

Vanity & Ink ☆ Nerd!Rafe | FEM READER

-masterlist-

Warnings: Dirty talk, creampie, overstimulation, squirt & mating press position.

Note: You guys are total pervs, but I love him too.

The heat in the room was almost suffocating, the only sound being the dull thud of your cosmetics and decorations hitting the floor as he lifted you up onto the wooden table. Rafe held your thighs with a strength you hadn't expected from him, his long fingers digging into your skin, keeping your legs wide open as he guided himself inside you. The fit was so deep that it ripped a sharp moan from your throat, causing your back to arch against the vanity mirror.

He seemed tense, the tops of his cheeks flushed in a way that blended pure horniness with that insecurity he could never fully hide. His eyes, behind his pale lashes, sought yours the entire time, dark and paranoid, hunting for any sign that he was doing something wrong.

"Am I doing good?"

His voice came out in a trembling whisper, almost a plea, as he delivered a firm thrust, filling you to the limit. His rhythm was a bit clumsy at first, dictated by the rush and the desperate fear of not satisfying you, but the pressure inside was so intense that it made your mind fog.

"Fuck, yes... keep going, Rafe."

Your command was the trigger. Hearing his own name coming out of your mouth in the middle of that desperate moan made the rest of his control vanish. Rafe leaned his body forward, pressing his hips harder, accelerating the thrusts in a subtly awkward but absurdly hot way. He was completely focused on the feeling of your tight, soaking wet pussy swallowing his dick with absolutely no protection, raw, with the urgency of someone who felt they were going to cum at any second and wanted to sink as far in as he could.

You gripped the edge of the vanity table, your fingers scratching the wood as your eyes rolled back. It was only when he pulled the collar of his own t-shirt with his teeth, biting the fabric to muffle a gasp, that you really noticed the contrast. Under the dim light of the lamp, his body revealed itself to be defined, the muscles in his arms and shoulders popping as he leaned into your weight to stay steady. It was almost unbelievable how that boy who spent his days hunched over books could have such a strong, delicious frame when he pinned you like that.

The wet sound of friction between your bodies began to echo through the room, the natural lubricant dripping warm down the inside of your thigh. Rafe looked down, seeing the damage he was doing, and a glimpse of shy pride crossed his face, though he was incredibly quiet, not knowing what to say in the face of such intensity.

When you brought your free hand down there, reaching your own clitoris and starting to massage the sensitive little spot in the middle of that wet mess, Rafe's chest rose and fell with a snap. That sight destroyed the rest of his shyness. His eyes locked onto your hand, the horniness exploding in his mind as he dug his fingers even deeper into your legs and began to fuck you with brute force, going all the way to the hilt, totally surrendered to the rhythm you dictated.

A sharp, breathless sound escaped his throat as your hips collided harder. Rafe whined, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he squeezed your thigh with a whiny urgency, acting almost like an obedient kitten begging for more, totally given over to the moment.

You felt like you were going to lose your mind. The sensation of having that absurdly hard, pulsing cock stretching your inner walls was almost too much to handle. Your pussy burned and throbbed with every thrust, completely filled by his size.

"Do you like it when I do this?"

He tried to keep his voice steady, risking a dirty tease, but his tone still carried that subtle edge of shyness that made him a thousand times more turned on. He was so desperate, so immersed in the heat of your body, that any shame was being swallowed by pure lust.

"Yes... you're fucking me so good, baby. Your dick is so big."

The words acted like fuel. Rafe closed his eyes tightly, absorbing the praise as a violent shiver ran all the way down his spine. Absolutely nothing in the world would be able to satisfy him more than that blind devotion, the indescribable pleasure of losing himself entirely inside your tight pussy, knowing he had total control over your every moan now.

"Come on, take this pussy."

The command came out of your mouth direct, raw, breaking the last thread of sanity Rafe was trying to hold onto. To punctuate the order, you lightly tapped your own clitoris with your fingertips, the wet slap echoing in the small space between you.

Rafe gasped out loud, his blue eyes widening slightly before darkening completely with lust. Seeing you like that, commanding the rhythm and acting like a dirty, hot girl who was totally aware of the power she held, made his chest ache from so much intensity. A knot of insecurity tightened his throat for a second, that paranoid thought that you were too good for him, that any guy on the island would line up to have you right there, on that table.

But you were his right now.

That glimpse of possessiveness mixed with the fear of losing you made his hips move with a renewed desperation, his dick pulsing even harder inside your canal as he tried to keep up with your dirtiness.

A violent tremor started at the base of your spine and spread through your thighs, making your legs go completely weak. Rafe noticed the change instantly; he was totally in the palm of your hand, attentive to every spasm of your body.

Your pussy reached the absolute limit of saturation. The climax came like an overwhelming wave, causing your inner walls to crush his dick so hard that you lost your breath. For the first time in your life, the orgasm was so intense that you squirted, a hot jet that gushed against his abdomen and waist, wetting the skin of both of you.

Rafe's eyes widened, completely amazed and in shock at the intensity of the scene. That destroyed any shred of shyness left in him. Instead of stopping, his horniness multiplied, and he kept hammering hard into your hyperventilating pussy, making you squirt even more with each deep thrust, coating his hands and the surface of the table.

Faced with that chaotic and absurdly hot sight, Rafe lost control completely. He let out a dragged moan, digging his fingers into your waist, and came deep inside you, pouring everything in raw.

When he finally pulled his dick out, the thick, white liquid began to slowly drip from your pussy, mixing with the trail of squirt that was already wiping down your legs. The scene in the room was pure wreckage; you were completely sticky and gooey, with his hips displaying the same wet mixture. The two of you just stayed there, panting, your bodies glistening with sweat and fluids under the dim light of the lamp.

[v4mpdxllzz]

thinking about creepy bsf!rafe who’s obsessed with you

CREEPY BSF!RAFE who begs for your nudes almost every single day and will never leave you alone until you say yes. For the most part, you always give in to his pleas and send him all the pics. He only encourages you to send them ‘just in case’ someone else were to get a hold of them. He’s only keeping them just to protect you.

CREEPY BSF!RAFE who can’t help but discreetly take pictures of you whenever you’re not looking so he can add them to his little collection later on. Who reminds himself that these pictures are simply for adoration and memories. Who also finds himself jerking off to all of your pictures in the middle of the night. His thick ropes of cum spurts out as he starts at his favorite picture of your plump tits.

CREEPY BSF!RAFE who constantly reminds you that your relationship with him is very special, and no one could ever come in between you guys. He knows for certain that no man will ever love you like he does. Rafe loves you to death!!

CREEPY BSF!RAFE who initiates sleepovers whenever he’s not working. Who waits until he hears your soft snores before reaching under your top to play with your hardened nipples. It’s not the first time he’s done this and it simply won’t be the last.

CREEPY BSF!RAFE who grips your tits even harder as you lean further into his touch in your drowsy state. Who takes it even further and pops one of your nipples into his mouth to be even closer to you. Who ends up falling asleep painfully hard with your tits in his face.

CREEPY BSF!RAFE who wakes up to find his semi-hard cock deep inside your throat. Who almost cums too early just from the way your tired eyes look up at him as you bob your head up and down his length. Who softly caresses your face as he pushes your head down even more.

EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who swallows every ounce of his nut and keeps going until Rafe’s shaking, twitching, and shivering all over the fucking bed. Who doesn’t stop even when Rafe’s thick thighs clamp around your head in a desperate attempt to push you off of him.

EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who kisses Rafe passionately with her cum-stained lips and falls back asleep on his chest. Whose heart flutters at the fact that she has the most amazing best friend ever.

author’s note: FAWKKKKKK I just watched the new (not really) Hellraiser and he looked SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINEEEE!!! I NEED HIM TO BREED MEE!!

[ibeetlebum]

𓂃✍︎ fratboy!rafe and the frat boys' car wash . . .

summary: you were forced into having the fraternity bros wash your car when your mother practically dragged you into it.

content: flirty frat boy!rafe, cat (rafe) & mouse (reader) dynamics

taglist: @rosetintmworld @rafesgreasycurtainbangs

It was just supposed to be a quick tour of your campus and your dormitory, a little drive around the area so your mom feels more familiar with the environment her own daughter have adapted to.

"Pretty close to the campus, right?" You smiled from the passenger seat as she drove out of the driveway of your rented dorm once she was satisfied enough with checking it out, "I can even wake up just a tad late and still be early."

A tender laugh escaped your mom, hands on the wheel and driving down the road you've gone through since the start of the semester, "Not so expensive too, huh?" She nodded in approval.

Only then did her eyes land on a certain event going on on the side of the street. "Oh look! A car wash!" She exclaimed cheerfully, the wheels of your car immediately redirecting to that certain part of the street, "Your old man will be so happy to know his car's washed up after that awful rain last night." She snorted, patting your hand.

The moment your eyes followed her gaze, your smile vanished from existence. "Mom, no!"

Because, sure, a clean car would be perfection in your dad's eyes. But a clean car due to the hands of frat boys and witnessing it happen from within the car sounds like a torture in hell for you.

Especially when your mom parked the car right by Rafe Cameron and his closest frat bros. A frat boy with a cocky smirk, cap always on backwards, with an arrogant and snobby kook attitude as the cherry on top that makes him somewhat unbearable in your eyes.

How you wished you could evaporate into thin air when your mom rolled down her window with that wide smile on her face.

Topper Thornton first approached the car, grinning a toothy grin, "Ma'am." He winked at your mom, shirtless torso leaning against the side of her car door, his eyes just briefly glancing your way with an amused chuckle.

Before your mom could speak, you raised a hand to interrupt her quick, "Are the sorority girls doing the car wash too?"

At this point, even having to witness the tiniest skanky bra one of those girls would wear is better than having shirtless exasperating frat boys wash your car.

"Just us, sweetheart."

Of course he had to show up. What better time for Rafe Cameron to actually put work into his car washing other than when your parents' dirty car pulled over? Was it perfect timing or was he just being annoying?

"Cameron." You sighed, nodding tiredly as you slowly sank down the passenger seat, praying to god for a miracle of becoming invisible.

Noticing your familiarity with Rafe, your mom beamed with excitement, "Oh, who is this, darling?" She asked, watching as Rafe squeeze out the drenched, soapy sponge, his skin perfectly sunkissed; shirtless with that stupid backward hat still on.

"No one important."

"Rafe Cameron, ma'am."

He was smiling, all performative and charming wannabe! It sickens you seeing him trying to act all sweet and perfect in front of your mom, you might as well jump out the driver's window to strangle him in 3... 2...

Your mom turned her head towards you, almost giggling as she grabbed your hand, whispering enthusiastically to you, "He's cute!"

Looking back at Rafe, all you saw was his wide toothy grin, gaze completely locked onto the pissed off look you had on your face. He was enjoying it all too much, his face alone was practically mocking you. And even with every second you look at him, even with squinted eyes, you still couldn't find this "cute" factor your mom have found in him.

A scoff escaped your lips, rolling your eyes at him. "Just go wash the car. Squeaky clean." You waved him off, or rather tried to.

"Tell me more about yourself, Rafe."

"Mom!"

Rafe chuckled, the stupid grin on his stupid face only widening as he stepped closer to your mom's window, his lean torso practically put on a showcase for the both of you.

"Well, I guess I can say that I'm majoring in business, I play golf, and…" He shot you one glance. A glance that just tells you he's looking for mischief, "…I asked your daughter out on a date once."

A gasp escaped your mom, looking back at you, "I've never heard of this!" The look on her face was an odd combination between disappointment towards you and excitement towards the news, "How come I've never heard of this?!"

"Because it never actually happened, mom." You groaned, "He—"

"—Needed your permission." Rafe completed with more lies, "I told her I'd need your full consent to proceed with the date."

His never-ending lies only made your mom believe more and more that he's such a distinguished gentleman.

"Such a lie!-"

"How thoughtful and respectful." Your mom said in awe, close to actually tearing up from the "angel" in front of her, "Well, you've definitely won my permission now!" She laughed.

It took you a good amount of six seconds to realize she was genuinely giving Rafe Cameron the permission to take you out on a date. It felt like one of those wattpad stories of being sold by your mom to one direction. Except instead of the gorgeous Zayn Malik, you got the irritating Rafe Cameron.

Your mom smiled wide and happy, "Oh please, sweetheart, just go on a date with this cute boy." She subtly pleaded, "Don't you wanna make your mom happy?"

Well... you don't get that bright of a smile on her face every day. It's kinda sad.

It's his smile that suffocates you.

On one hand, you wanted to give your mom what she wanted, especially since you think she's trying hard to give you puppy dog eyes. On the other, you just wanted her to drive away from Rafe Cameron. Even better if she drives over him. Just to get away from his self-absorbed, cocky, shit-eating—

"Whatever." You sighed, already sinking in the passenger seat and regretting even letting her drive the car by the time she finally ended the convo with him with a cheerful shriek.

Delighted by your response, with a cocky and arrogant smirk on those lips, Rafe Cameron proudly washed your car, the wet, soapy sponge in his hand dripping while he lingered by your side of the car, stalling washing the roof of the car just to give you more time to appreciate his bare torso showcased in your window.

He surely must've thought you'd spread your legs open just at the sight of his glistening torso. But a difficult girl like you just makes this ten times more enjoyable for Rafe.

And just to make sure you know you're stuck with him, he leaned his face down by the window, grinning and winking at you before aiming the hose right at where your annoyed face was behind the window.

"You're dead." You mouthed through the window, looking like the equivalent to an angry rat clenching its fist.

"You're mine." He mouthed back, shooting you a wink before squeezing soap onto the window, blurring away your sight of him.

One way or another, he was already planning the date.

[dilaurentisprincess]

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⌯⌲ SYNOPSIS: Things heat up in the hot tub while you and Rafe watch fireworks from your cabin he rented for the weekend of the fourth.

⌯⌲ CONTENT: 18+ — outdoor sex. hot tub sex. hair pulling. praise.

⌯⌲ A/N: I meant to post this yesterday but I never really came in here much while I was out of town! hope y’all enjoy!🎆🤍

The booms, pops and fizzles of the fireworks fill the otherwise quiet mountain air. Your glazed over eyes look out at the view in front of you, the dark sky being lit up beautifully by the bright colors of the fireworks.

Rafe’s hand wraps around your wet hair, pulling your head back so it rests on his chest. His hips thrust into you again, the head of his cock hitting at that sweet spot that’s settled deep inside of you.

“You enjoying this, baby?” he rasps, his lips kissing at the slick skin of your neck.

You let out breathy moan, your pussy tightening around him, pulling a moan from him as well.

“R-Rafe… harder.” you cry out, your hands coming up out of the water, gripping the side of the hot tub tightly as Rafe fucks into you harder.

Water sloshes over the sides, the sound of the water splashing against the concrete ground now coupling with the loud pops of the fireworks.

Rafe bites down on your shoulder, his dick sliding in and out of you with quick succession. You arch your back more, pressing your ass further into him, sucking him in deeper.

“I’m so close, Rafe!” you whimper, lips parted as your dazed eyes watch the fireworks. “Please, cum with me, please?”

“You’re doing so good for me, baby, come for me, come all over my cock and I’ll fill this sweet pussy up then carry you inside and take you in the shower and on the bed.”

The heat of the hot tub coupled with how good Rafe has you feeling has your body burning, sweat running down your forehead and neck. You squeeze your eyes shut, your ears taking in the sound of the fireworks coming up and popping quickly, the finale starting just as you’re reaching your climax.

Your toes curl, a long, drawn out moan spilling from your mouth as that feeling of pure euphoria takes over your body. Legs shaking, you open your eyes, the colors of the fireworks now brighter than ever as you come undone around Rafe’s cock.

Rafe’s thrusts become sloppy, his dick swelling and twitching inside of you. Biting down on your shoulder again, Rafe groans, his dick pushing deep inside of you and stilling as he comes.

Thick, warm ropes of his cum fills you, both of you reaching your peak just as the fireworks come to an end.

The two of you come down from your highs, chests heaving as you both try and catch your breath, sweat running down every inch of your body. Rafe slowly pulls out of you, his hand quickly dipping into the water, his middle and index fingers finding your pussy and shoving into you, making you shudder.

“Can’t let any of my cum spill out of you, baby.” Rafe rasps, his lips kissing at your shoulder.

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

Rafe’s hand that’s wrapped around your hair pulls your head back, forcing your eyes on him. He dips down, claiming your lips with his. “Only for you, happy fourth of july, baby.”

You smile up at him. “Thank you, and thank you for this trip, it’s been… real fun.”

[doeeyedbtch]

❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 ⏾⋆.˚

Warnings ! kissing, light ass slapping, authors first language isn't english.

💌: Golf is saurrrr boring but I saw these pictures on pinterest and.. HELLO?! I had to write this.

Rafe had always had habit of chewing on the end of his thumb whenever he was trying to calculate something in his head, his eyes narrowing as if the world around him had suddenly become a complicated math equation.

He wasn't a man of stillness, even when he was standing perfectly still, there was a restless energy in his shoulders, a constant shifting of weight that suggested he was ready to bolt or fight or laugh, depending on which second of the minute it was.

Sometimes it scared you.

He was truly so unpredictable.

He wore his wealth like a loose garment, expensive but slightly rumpled, as if the effort of maintaining a polished image was just a bit too tedious for him to bother with.

It was attractive, oh you had to admit that.

The way he wore his cap backwards, with the slightly opened shirt. The pride vibrating around him as he walked the golf field as if he owned it.

Which some people could argue that he did, in a way.

– "Why are you gripping it like it's a gun," he said, stepping closer to you. He didn't laugh, but there was a small, genuine smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You looked down at the golf club in your hands, then back up at him. – "I feel like it is a gun, and i'm somehow accidentally going to hit something else than the ball"

– "Isn't that the real goal?" he replied, a wide grin painting his face.

He stepped behind you, the scent of sun-warmed skin and expensive cologne following him. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, his chest pressing against your back as he reached forward to adjust your hold on the grip. His hands were steady and warm, guiding your fingers into the correct position with a slow, deliberate patience that he rarely showed anyone else.

Only with you.

"Keep your weight on your back foot," he murmured, his voice vibrating against your shoulder. He didn't pull away once the grip was set, instead, he kept his hands layered over yours, guiding the club in a slow rhythm, guiding you.

He moved with a surprising level of focus, treating the lesson less like something you had to know how to do and more like a puzzle he was determined to help you solve.

As if he really enjoyed doing this with you.

You took a breath, feeling the tension leave your shoulders as you trusted his lead.

When you finally swung, the connection between the club and the ball was a crisp, clean sound that echoed across the grass that was way too green to be natural.

The ball soared, cutting through the air in a high, straight arc before landing a distance away, rolling softly toward the fringe.

Rafe let out a low whistle, stepping back a little.

– "Well, look at that," he said, his eyes bright with an unexpected flash of pride as his hand lightly smacked your ass.

You rolled your eyes, – "Rafe.." your voice was strict.

He smirked, ignoring you completely, – "You're a natural. If you keep this up, I might actually have some competition on the course, but my ego can't handle being beaten by a beginner."

That was true, very true infact. You still remembered his reaction when he lost against you in some stupid card game.

It was your first time playing and he was not happy, at all. It was so bad he even considered sleeping on the couch that night, but all it took was a few kisses and you in his lap and he had forgiven you.

You laughed, leaning back into him for a brief moment, the competitiveness of the game actually feeling light and playful this time.

He didn't usually do 'patient,' but with you, the edges of his personality seemed to soften. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face, his expression turning softer, almost tentative before he pressed his lips onto yours with a tender softness.

– "I'm not letting you win this time baby, you just had some beginners luck, that's all."

– "Don't get cocky," you teased, glancing back at him with a grin. "I might just take your money on the next hole."

Rafe pouted letting out some air through his mouth, – "So you wanna bet huh, if I were you I wouldn’t be so cocky"

He let out a short, genuine laugh, the sound cutting through the quiet of the morning.

He stepped away to retrieve your ball, walking with a loose, easy stride that felt grounded. As he walked back, he didn't just hand the ball over; he paused, leaning in to press a quick, lingering kiss to your temple.

The butterflies in your stomach were practically doing backflips at this point, and yes, they were still there, even after so long together.

Sometimes you wondered if they'd ever really go away.

The next few holes were less about the score and more about the rhythm of the day. Rafe didn't push you to be perfect; instead, he turned every missed shot into a joke, teasing you while still being affectionate.

Yeah, maybe it was good you didn't make a bet, cause your chances of winning would've been low.

Like, really low.

As you moved toward the ninth hole, the sun climbed higher, casting long, golden shadows across the fairway. You stepped up to the tee, focusing on the grass far away, and swung with everything you had.

The ball screamed off the club, slicing sharply to the right and disappearing into a piece of non cut grass. You groaned, dropping the club and putting your hands on your hips. – "Well, so much for being a natural."

Rafe laughed, glancing to the spot where the ball had vanished. – "Now that, is what I call a fail"

You rolled your eyes, mimicking his earlier words in a funny way, "Now that, is what I call a fail" you grimaced.

He laughed again, oh it was beautiful, his laugh. – "It's just your form of art, right" he teased, and you slapped his arm lightly.

– "Rafael Cameron." You spoke, voice strict as you used his full name, you rarely did.

He raised an eyebrow, – "But it is isn't it?" He continued the teasing, laughing like a teenage boy who just had done something he shouldn't.

You wanted to say a cocky line back again, there were millions of things you could comment on, there truly were.

But fair should be fair, and golf really wasn't your thing, so maybe you could tolerate a little teasing, just for today.

If it made him happy.

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[misslacey-bunny]

softdom!rafe being overprotective when bunny!reader helps Wheezie with boy problems…⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The ice cream parlour is just the right amount of busy, kids running around and teenagers mingling. You and Wheezie had pleaded for Rafe to take you here, and now, the two of you were giggling over gossip and ice cream flavours. He on the other hand, was slumped next to you on his phone, secretly enjoying your excitement, but overall a depressing spoil sport.

You’re sucking on your spoon, oblivious and happy. Wheezie had quietened, and you’d noticed the way she’d been staring at a rowdy table not far from yours. A small but loud group of boys, one in particular catching her gaze.

You furrow your brows curiously. you nudge her softly, smiling playfully.

“What’s his name?” you whisper teasingly, humoured by the way her cheeks flush at your annoyingly sharp insight. She sighs.

“Marcus.” in the quietest whisper.

“That’s cute!” you giggle, but she rolls her eyes at you.

“Who’s Marcus?” Rafe grumbles, suddenly interested in conversation.

Wheezie freezes, as do you, before you burst into little nervous giggles, winning you a sharp kick under the table from the very flushed girl. “Hey!” you yelp, but Rafe isn’t humoured. “Wheezie.” he commands, no room for defiance or distractions.

“A boy.” she huffs, avoiding eye contact.

“A boy that she’s gonna go speak to!” you plead, prodding her arm tauntingly, earning a small smile from her.

“Nobody’s speakin’ to no-one.” Rafe mutters, arms crossed as he leans against the table.

Wheezie sighs again, slumping in her seat, arms crossed and lips pouted. “He probably thinks i’m weird anyway.” she mumbles.

Rafe barks a laugh at that, serving him a spoon flying at his head from you. “Be nice.” you whine, but his smirk doesn’t falter, instead he raises his hands in a taunting, mocking surrender.

You roll your eyes, turning back to Wheez, gaze softening. “If he thinks you’re weird, then he’s the weird one.” your voice is soft, encouraging, at least it’s encouraging enough to send her in his direction. Rafe shoots you a look, it could’ve been disgust, but it also could’ve been silent admiration, either way, the boy looks star struck.

You squeal when she reaches his table, all tension dropping when the boy meets her with a friendly smile, stepping away from his friends to greet her. You sink into Rafe’s side, hugging his arm, all giggly and excited. “Isn’t that so cute!?”

“It’s disgusting.” he scoffs, but you choose to ignore his negativity, still all bubbly with anticipation and awe. He slips his arm around your waist, and despite his fake disinterest, you can see the way his eyes aren’t straying from that boys table, his jaw tightening when he notes the boy laughing, stepping too close for his liking.

You gasp, tapping Rafe when the two get closer, the boys hand landing on her arm as they laugh, you let out small squeals at the adorable innocence of it all. “Rafey-!”

“Hey, no touchin’!“ He shouts from across the parlour, sending a streak of silence to fall upon the once loud chatter and clinking of glasses. It’s the kind of silence that drags, the stares burning into the two of you but Rafe doesn’t seem to give a shit. You nearly die, never mind Wheezie, whose face turns from excitement to a horrified flush of red.

“Oh god.” you squeak.

The car ride home is silent, as one would imagine, but Rafe isn’t having it.

“No boys fuckin’ pervin on my little sister? Y’got that?”

In bed later that night, Rafe’s lay between your legs, watching Top Gun on his phone whilst you play with his hair. The atmosphere is cool with a sweet intimate breeze, but you can’t help but think of what happened.

“Don’t you think you went a little hard on Wheez?” you whisper, hands working gently in his sandy blonde hair.

He barely pays any mind, “She’ll live.” he grunts, eyes zeroed in on his phone.

“Yeah, but-“ you start, but he gives you no room to debate with him. He groans, closing his phone and turning to you, resting on his elbow. “Fine.” he snaps, but his gaze softens when he catches your expression, all mopey and soft.

He swipes a calloused hand over his face, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I’ll make it up.” he mutters, eyes shut briefly as the words he speaks basically pain him.

You smile, sweet and satisfied, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Rafey!”

“Yeah yeah.” he scoffs in dismissal, but pulls you in anyway, kissing you with a deepness that makes you squeal and wriggle into him with little happy giggles.

[lilithkleia]

cover them up slut !

“sukuna…do you need a bra?”

“what the fuck are you talking about, woman?”

“your honkers.”

“my WHAT.”

he always insisted walking around the apartment shirtless, his bare body for the whole world to see, and it was fine, until he started bulking. his muscles were now bigger, beefier—but that wasn’t what caught you off guard. it was his freaking man titties.

they’d almost doubled in size the past month, the round pecs almost singing to you like a siren call. and it all seemed to get worse when he worked out, slowly bouncing with every little movement he made, and each bounce had you entranced. it was like sensory fruit videos, if you will, but better because it was sukuna’s boobs.

“i’m almost jealous y’know, you have such nice bewbs kuna.”

“they’re called pecs.” he grunted while trying to do pushups in your living room while you continued to stare at his chest while he moved up and down.

“you think i can ditch my needoh and use your tits instead?”

“stop. talking. please.”

“i’m not hearing a no.”

you found yourself seated in sukuna’s lap, palming at his chest like a cat making biscuits, squeezing the flesh and weighing it in your hands while sukuna tried his best not to let out a whimper.

“wouldn’t it be really funny if your nipples were sensitive?”

“y—yeah. imagine.”

oh. oh my.

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[angel06babysworld]

What’s puppy and rafe doing right now?

puppy’s sitting on the floor between rafe’s legs while he watches one of those sexist podcasts, leaning back against his knees while she folds laundry that’s mostly his big shirts, thick hoodies, stuff that still smells like him even after the wash; she’s humming to herself, soft and sweet, while he scrolls on his phone with one hand and absentmindedly plays with her hair with the other, and every time she holds something up for his approval, he just grunts “good girl” without looking, which makes her light up like it’s the best thing she’s heard all day.

[angel06babysworld]

sexist!rafe x puppy!reader

warnings: affection-starved behavior, power imbalance, manipulation

Good Girls Sit Pretty

She was already curled up on the couch by the time Rafe got home—knees tucked under her, hair brushed out and falling over one shoulder like she’d planned it that way. She hadn’t. She’d just been waiting.

All day.

The sound of the door slamming made her flinch before she could catch herself. It always did. Rafe didn’t mean to slam it. He just moved like that—fast, firm, sharp in a way that made her want to sit up straighter, smooth her skirt, make sure nothing about her looked wrong.

He didn’t even glance at her as he walked in, just shrugged off his jacket and started venting.

“She corrected me. In front of the whole class,” he muttered, digging into the fridge for a water bottle. “Like she actually thought I was wrong. Can you believe that?”

The question wasn’t really for her. Most of his questions weren’t. But she still answered. Quietly. Eagerly.

“I don’t correct you,” she said, voice soft, almost unsure. “I know better.”

That made him pause. The fridge door hung open, light spilling across the floor, and when he looked at her, his mouth curved up—just a little.

“Yeah. You do.”

She lit up like a dog hearing her name. Warmth bloomed in her chest, immediate and full. He liked that. He liked her.

Rafe stepped closer, unscrewing the cap and downing half the bottle before he reached her side of the couch. He looked down at her like she was something small and sweet and exactly where she was supposed to be.

“You don’t talk back,” he said, brushing his knuckles along her jaw. “You don’t pretend to be smarter than me. You just listen.”

“I like listening to you,” she breathed, leaning into the touch.

He smirked, already crouching down, already peeling the blanket off her lap like he owned the space between her legs. “Of course you do. That’s what good girls do.”

Her eyes fluttered, and her knees opened on instinct.

Rafe didn’t even need to tell her. He just waited, and she slid off the couch, down onto the carpet, settling between his legs like she belonged there.

He grinned down at her. “You’re trained so well, baby.”

She blinked up at him, lips parted, heart pounding.

“Look at you. You’d sit here for hours if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded. Quickly. Desperately.

“You’d do anything if I just said you’re good.”

The sound that left her throat was almost a whimper.

He tilted her chin with one finger. “Say it.”

“I’m good,” she whispered.

“You’re perfect.” He leaned in close, voice honeyed and low. “And girls like you? Girls who know when to sit pretty and keep quiet—they don’t ever lose me.”

That sentence stuck. Sunk. She wasn’t even sure if he meant it the way it sounded, but the words made her stomach twist in that hungry, hopeful way he always seemed to pull from her without trying.

He leaned back and patted her cheek. “Now stay. And keep being sweet. I’ll let you earn more in a minute.”

And she did—waiting, kneeling, glowing with praise like it was enough to live on.

Because for her, it was.

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[soangelbaby]

˗ˏˋ now introducing . . . incel!rafe ˎˊ˗

daddy’s money superiority complex a full time red-flag

he’s not just heartbroken he’s hateful he’s misogynistic .ᐟ

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . watches porn religiously. claiming he hates it, claiming all the girls in them are ‘fake whores’ and ‘that’s what they deserve’ — and it never fully satisfies him. but still he does it again. and again. and again. it’s his twisted therapy. and he never finishes to the regular stuff — only to scenarios where the girl is being degraded, begging, crying. he searches for girls who look like you, a little too pretty and too soft, getting the worse shit done to them. sick nasty videos that would get him put on a list, like ‘girl crying during sex’ ‘forced orgasm compilations’ or ‘blackmail porn’ he knows it’s wrong, but it’s never enough to stop.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has an obsession with purity. it’s dark and dangerous, he sees women who experience any type of sexual freedom as ‘threats’ if they dont fit into his narrow view of what a woman should be. he’s disgusted by them for not catering to his desires or for having autonomy over their own bodies. he wants women who are innocent, untouched, and under his control — his way of proving he’s the one in charge. but the hypocrisy is glaring. while he condemns women for their sexuality, he’s consumed by fantasies of dominating, ruining, breaking them down, and making them submit to his twisted will.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has no sympathy for women. when he “loves” a woman, he might tell her that no one else will ever love her like he does—playing the long-suffering martyr, claiming that he’s the only one who truly understands her. but the love he offers is never pure. he’ll constantly tear her down, calling her worthless, stupid, or fat, all while claiming it’s for her own good. if she gets upset, he’ll accuse her of being “too sensitive” or “overreacting,” further alienating her. if a woman cries, gets upset, or expresses hurt, he finds it pathetic. he might mock her, call her weak, and tell her she’s just “looking for attention” when she’s truly in distress. his inability to comprehend or care about a woman’s emotional well-being only deepens his hatred for them.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . uses sex as power. he doesn’t believe in mutual consent, he believes in ownership and if he wants something he takes it. he might try to guilt or manipulate a woman into sex, telling her that if she “really loved him,” she’d give in. if she says no, he twists it into a game of control, making her feel like she’s the one in the wrong for denying him. his need to dominate extends to every interaction, including sex, where he treats it like a conquest, not an intimate exchange.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has a fragile ego. when a woman shows she doesn’t need him, it triggers something deep inside him. he can’t stand it. he feels entitled to every woman’s attention, and when that attention isn’t directed at him, it makes him feel worthless. he’ll hide it behind a mask of false confidence, but internally, he’s seething. it’s like a personal affront to his existence, and he can’t stand it. instead, he’ll find ways to undermine her; through force, threats, or sabotage, even make her doubt herself, or try to control her until she becomes dependent on him.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . craves humiliation. there’s a deeply destructive side to him, when he’s alone — he watches porn that makes him feel sick and helpless. it’s the only time he can let go of his need for control and let the chaos wash over him. but it’s also a form of self-punishment. he knows he’s toxic, and part of him wants to be punished for it. he’s caught between wanting to control and wanting to be controlled, and he’s too deep in the spiral to break free.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . knows he’s a monster. part of him, the deepest part, has moments of clarity. when the high from his toxic behavior fades, he’s left with the aftermath—his reflection staring back at him, judging him. there are flashes of guilt, self-awareness, where he recognizes that what he’s doing is wrong. but instead of taking responsibility, he doubles down, justifying his actions, telling himself he can’t help it. he’s too far gone to fix himself, and that thought terrifies him.

[yotume]

Thanks for the request.

[lilithkleia]

im trying to cook be nice 🥲