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formerly kittluzbills. (formerly formerly wine aunt harry).

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Please - MC71

sub!Macklin Celebrini x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, pegging

Word Count: 2k

For @bikinibottombedsy who wanted subby Mack begging to be pegged. You should go follow her, but remember you can’t have her cause she’s mine :)

"Please," Mack whined, drawing out the word.

He was sitting on his knees in front of where you sat on the couch. He wore nothing but boxers, while you were still fully clothed.

"Please," he continued, "I need it. Need you."

"Macklin," you sighed, "I'm trying to watch my show."

He pouted dramatically, "I know, I'm sorry. But please, babe. I- I need it," he rested his head on your thigh, "need you to fuck me, need you inside me."

You finally looked away from the tv and really looked at him. For a while, all you did was take in the sight in front of you, his bottom lip bitten between his teeth, his eyes wide and glossy, his hands pressed between his thighs like he was trying to hold himself back from something.

"Mack," you reached out and ran a hand through his hair, to which he whined in response.

"I'll do anything," he insisted, "mommy, please."

That was your undoing. The sound of the word mommy coming from his lips sent heat through your body, you could never resist when he called you that.

"Go," you pointed in the general direction of your shared bedroom, "naked on your hands and knees."

He scrambled up off the floor and rushed toward the hallway, almost slipping more than once before he disappeared from your view. You waited a few minutes, just to torture him, to build the suspense and desperation.

When you finally walked into the bedroom, you found him exactly like you'd expected to. His boxers had been abandoned on the floor and he was on his hands and knees on the bed, his ass up in the air as if he was presenting it to you.

You didn't acknowledge him verbally, just walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube. Macklin flinched at the sound of the drawer, his face had been pressed into the comforter beneath him and he hadn't heard you come in. Now that he was aware of your presence, his head snapped up and his eyes followed you until you were behind him again.

"Mommy," he whined.

"Mhm," you caressed his ass as you stood at the foot of the bed, "I'm right here, baby. Mommy's gonna take care of you, don't worry."

The soft sound that came from him was the sweetest thing you'd ever heard, and you could feel yourself getting wet already.

"So pretty for me," you praised softly as you opened the bottle and squeezed some out directly onto his hole. The feeling of the cold liquid made him flinch, which made you laugh, "sorry, baby," but you both knew you weren't really sorry.

You pressed your pointer finger to his hole and he immediately pushed his hips back until the tip of your finger slipped inside of him.

"So needy," you chastised, though you just pushed your finger in further, purposely avoiding his prostate.

When you added a second finger, he moaned at the stretch, "mommy."

"Such a good boy," you praised.

You spent a while thrusting those two fingers in and out of him, until you finally added a third. Mack let out repetitive sighs and moans when you started scissoring them to open him up. You kept at it for a while, wanting to be sure he was properly stretched and prepped for the strap. But after a while, your boyfriend started to get impatient, which was typical for him.

"C'mon, please," he begged, "please, I'm ready."

"Be patient, Mack," you told him firmly, still moving your fingers inside of him, "I'll tell you when you're ready."

After a few more minutes, you finally pulled your fingers out of him and tapped his hip.

"Okay, flip over, baby," you instructed, "wanna see your pretty face while I fuck you."

He did as you said, turning over and adjusting his position until he was flat on his back with his head on the pillow. You smiled, just admiring him for a second, his eyes wide and focused on you, his slightly grown out hair spread messily on the pillow, and his chest that rose and fell with each deep breath he took. Eventually, you leaned forward and kissed him, which he reciprocated eagerly. 

When you pulled away, he let out a whimper and tried to chase your lips, but you put a hand against his chest to keep him where he was. 

"I'll be right back, okay?" you spoke softly.

He nodded and watched your every move as you got off the bed and walked across the room to the closet. You disappeared inside for a minute before coming back out holding the strap-on harness, which already had one of Macklin's favorite dildos attached to it. The dildo was teal, about six inches in length, and had a slight curve that allowed it to hit his prostate perfectly. 

You moved back over to the bed and set the strap down next to his leg while you worked on undressing yourself. Once you were naked, you picked it up again and pulled the harness up your legs until it was settled on your hips.

Mack watched the whole thing with wide eyes, his lips parted and drool pooling in his mouth. His eyes stayed trained on you as you climbed onto the bed on your knees, picked up the bottle of lube again, and poured some into your hand. You were too focused on spreading lube over the dildo to notice the way his hips started squirming, but when you finally caught sight of it, it made you smirk.

"You ready for me, baby?" you asked, your hands slowly caressing his thighs. 

He nodded enthusiastically and shifted his hips, trying to urge you on. 

You moved forward and pulled his thighs up over your own until his hips were up off the bed and the tip of the dildo was just centimeters from his hole. 

"Beg for it," you commanded, "beg me to fuck you."

"Mommy," he whined loudly, "please! Oh, please, fuck me. I need it. Need you so bad, mommy, please please please."

You smiled and guided the tip to his hole, watching the way his hips pushed toward you instinctively, "god, you're so desperate for it, aren't you?"

"Yes," he admitted in a gasping breath, "yes, mommy. Need it so bad. Please, mommy, please, give it to me."

With careful movements, you pushed your hips forward until the strap slipped inside of him. He hissed at the stretch, but quickly willed his body to relax and let out a more pleasurable sigh. 

"Good boy," you praised, one hand still rubbing the soft skin of his thigh. 

You waited just a couple seconds before thrusting forward further, the length sinking into him. You didn't stop moving again until your hips were flush against him, the strap buried completely inside of him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his hands were fisted in the sheets, and he was taking deep breaths to relax himself. 

"Mommy," he whispered, his hips squirming again. 

"Feel good?" you asked, receiving a nod in response. 

When he finally opened his eyes again, he looked up at you in a way that made your heart stop. Those bright eyes, so wide and trusting, focused completely on you. It was enough to take your breath away, but he didn't even seem to notice the effect he had on you. 

"Please," the word snapped you out of your thoughts about how much you loved the man laying there, spread out on the bed just for you. 

"What do you need, baby?"

"M-move, mommy, please," he begged so prettily.

"Such a sweet boy," you complimented him as you pulled your hips back.

Once only the tip was left inside of him, you snapped your hips forward, pushing all the way inside him once again. He moaned, and you repeated the actions. 

"That good, baby?" you asked as you set a steady pace of thrusting in and out of him. 

"Y-yes, mommy," he whimpered, "so good. Feels so good, thank you."

He continued to let out pretty little sounds as you fucked him, a blush coating his face and neck, down to his chest. It was always such a beautiful sight when you did this.

After a few minutes, you adjusted your position, leaning forward until your body was draped over his, your hands flat against the bed on either side of his torso to hold you up. He immediately reached up and gripped onto your forearms instead of the sheets like he'd been doing before. He gasped loudly at the first inward thrust in the new position, the sound quickly followed by a drawn out moan, and you knew you must've been hitting his prostate now.

"Like that, baby? You want it right there? Does that feel good?"

He nodded frantically, his eyes squeezing shut again. 

"Tell mommy how good I make you feel," you whispered in his ear before kissing his jaw, your hips still snapping in and out of him. 

"So good," he sighed, his voice a higher pitch than usual, "always make me feel so good. Love it. I love you, mommy."

You smiled, "I love you too, baby," you tilted your head to capture his lips in a real kiss, which pulled another sweet moan from him.

"Fuck," he groaned loudly, pulling away from the kiss. One of his hands moved to your back, his fingers scrambling for purchase on your skin. His hips were moving in time with you now, meeting every one of your thrusts half way. 

You looked down between you and saw his dick leaking precum onto his stomach. The sight made you lick your lips.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" you asked him.

"Yeah," he gasped, pressing his nose against your cheek, "wanna cum for you."

His hand started to move between you, but you quickly caught his wrist, "no, baby," you told him, your voice soft but firm, "you're gonna cum from me fucking you, you don't need to touch yourself."

That made him whine, his hips pushing up off the bed as if he was trying to find some friction against his aching dick.

"C'mon, baby," you whispered, your voice like honey, "cum for mommy, show me how good I make you feel."

"I can't," he cried, his eyes shut tight with tears stuck to his lashes.

"Yes you can," you told him confidently, "I know you can."

You increased your pace, ignoring the burn you were starting to feel in your thighs. Your efforts were rewarded with a high pitched noise that tumbled from your boyfriend's lips. 

"That's it," you continued, "you can do it. Be a good boy for mommy, show me what your pretty little cock can do."

A couple minutes and a few particularly hard thrusts later, Macklin came undone. He screamed out your name and wrapped his arms around you as his orgasm hit him full force, his cum splattering across his abs, decorating his soft skin beautifully.

He panted as he came down from his orgasm, his arms only tightening around you and pulling you closer to him until you were laying completely on top of him. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. 

The two of you stayed like that for a few long minutes before you finally lifted yourself up and pulled the dildo out of him. He whined at the loss, cracking one eye open to watch you as you took the strap off.

"Come back here," he whined and made grabby hands at you as soon as the harness had been discarded onto the floor next to the bed. 

You laughed softly and crawled into his arms, allowing yourself to be practically crushed against his chest.

"Don't you want me to clean you up?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

He just shook his head and started kissing your neck, "I gotta return the favor first."

Before you knew it, you were laid out on your back with Mack's head buried between your thighs, and you knew the night was far from over.

A/N - my girl actually got me motivated enough to write something!

[bikinibottombedsy]

wife has fed us once again

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whole willmack tl rn:

[martinipanini]

mack hovering over you with those big ass fucking hands digging into your waist. i’m melting

[bikinibottombedsy]

What if I took a bite out of you like you were a donut?🍩

well it’s in our vows that i have to let you do it so nothing 🤨

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what’s a girl gotta do to find some p*gging smut around here damn

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texts w bf!mack part 7

hi guys next part of mack texts enjoy muah love u bunches

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I'll Change For You

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

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I'll Change For You - Mitski, (listen whilst you read)

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Word count - 2k

Summary - Rafe promised you the perfect life when you got engaged. He said he'd step up and be the perfect husband and father, but he can't stop himself from fucking it up.

Warnings - Slight violence (throws a glass at the wall), relapsing, ANGST (lots and lots), hurt no comfort, discussions of marriage and starting a family - lmk if I missed anything xx

Disclaimer! Please do not steal or repost my work on this platform or any others - reblogs very much welcome <3

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You wake up to the sound of the front door slamming shut, rattling in its frame.

‘Rafe?’ You call down the stairs, but receive no answer.

Climbing out of bed and padding down the hall, you see a column of light coming out from the gap in the kitchen door.

You approach, gently pushing it open to see Rafe pacing around the kitchen, running his hands through his hair. Standing in the door way, you watch him reach for a glass and his whiskey that he keeps in the cupboard for special occasions. He slams them down on the counter harshly, hesitating as he spots you standing in the door way.

‘Rafe, honey, what happened?’ You say gently, sleep evident in your voice as you reach up and wipe your eyes tiredly.

‘Doesn’t matter.’ He grunts, filling the glass with amber liquid and immediately throwing it back.

As you watch him, you recognise the wild look in his eyes. The one that didn’t come just from drinking.

‘Rafe, are you high?’

‘Huh? Oh.. yeah.’ He says seemingly unbothered, as he refills his glass and swallows it in one gulp again.

‘I thought you said you were getting clean? Remember, you told me you’d get clean so we could-‘

He launches his glass at wall suddenly, sending crystalline shards of glass ricocheting off the wall,  littering the floor of the kitchen in tiny dazzling speckles.

‘You’re always putting some shit on me! Do this, do that, I’m not fucking doing it anymore!’ He screamed.

He starts to stalk towards you. You didn’t recognise him at times like this. The drugs transformed into someone else entirely. You stepped back but your back hit the wall. His face was close to yours, his eyes wild.

‘You don’t get to tell me what to do.’ He gritted out from between his clenched teeth, his breath hot and smelling of whatever alcohol he’d been drinking tonight hot on your face.

He turns, running his hands through his hair again and goes back to his spot leaning on your kitchen island, his head in his heads.

Starting to get angry, you raise your voice too. 

’Rafe, I can’t marry someone who doesn’t have his shit together! I can’t marry someone who’s gonna come in late at night angry and lose his shit. It doesn’t exactly make me feel safe.’

He looks up at you from where his head was hanging, the crazed look in his eyes now replaced with something that looked almost like… concern. His eyes red and glistening in the dim light coming from above the island with unshed tears. But, you continued.

‘Look at us, Rafe! Look at the situation we’re in! You think we could bring a kid into this?’

He runs his hands over his face, all the anger drained from him, looking sorry for himself as he starts to move towards you again.

‘I know, baby. I messed up. ’S not gonna happen again.’ 

You shake your head and step away from him again.

‘But it will. I know it will, it always does.’

‘No baby, I swear. I’m gonna get clean, I-I’ll get my shit together, w-we’ll-’

You interrupt him, crossing your arms across your chest defensively, shielding yourself from his unpredictable anger, and shaking your head.

’You always say this, Rafe, and nothing ever changes.’

He stops in front of you, a million thoughts swirling around his head. Regret the biggest of all. It was painted across his face with the deep crease in his furrowed brow. A stray tear slipping down his cheek.

‘You don’t feel safe with me?’ He says it softer, looking heartbroken, more tears run their tracks down his face. ‘’I always keep you safe, baby, you know that come on.’

‘No Rafe, you can’t seem to keep me safe from the one thing I need saving from. Yourself. You come in, you smash shit up when you’re angry. I don’t feel safe in my own fucking home.’

‘W-what?’ The tears tear down his face in hot angry streaks. ‘I’d do anything for you, baby, come on. I’d… I’d die for you, I’d give you anything you want. Don’t do this to me. I’ll change, I swear. I’ll get clean properly this time. You’ll never have to feel unsafe with me again. I never want you to feel like you’re not safe with me.’

‘Your words aren’t enough anymore. I feel like we’re going round in circles. You told me when we got engaged that you’d leave all of that behind. The drugs, the violence, all of it. I can’t do it anymore.’

He comes closer to you now and, reluctantly, you let him, he takes your hands in his and meets your eyes. Regret and pain dulling the usual hues of bright blue, realisation hitting him hard and sudden. He was a mess.

‘Then… I’ll show you baby, please. I’ll change for you, I swear it. J-just please d-don’t go, not like this. I-I need you.’

You shake your head and remove your hands from his.

‘I need you to want to change for you, it’s not enough to want change for me. You need to want to change. You need to want to get better, and… right now… I don’t think you do.’

He looks at you, sorrow filling his eyes, the tears now uncontrollable and fierce and, for once, he doesn’t try to hide it, doesn’t try to play that tough guy persona that had been instilled in him since birth. He just feels. He feels as if his world has been thrown of its axis with the possibility of you walking out on him because he couldn’t pull himself together and say no to a fleeting high and a few minutes of forgetting about all of the stress weighing heavy on him.

‘I do baby, I swear it. I’m gonna sort my shit out for you, you can’t leave me.’

You step away from him moving towards the door, your own tears making their way down your face.

‘Take the couch tonight, I’ll bring some blankets down.’ Your voice unrecognisable, cold and unwilling to forgive another time.

Rafe goes to speak, to beg again for you to just hear him out, give him another chance, but you’ve already turned your back and headed up the stairs.

He gives in, admitting defeat and heading to the living room. He sits on the edge of the sofa, head in his hands. The tears slip down his face as he rubs at them harshly, making the redness around his eyes worse as he tries and fails to stop the tears.

He hears you coming back down the stairs and immediately sits up watching you walk into the room, throw a blanket and pillow down onto the sofa and turn to leave again to go back to the bedroom.

He grabs your hand as you turn to leave and pulls you into him. You let him. He holds your face in both his hands gently, guiding you to look up at him as he softly thumbs the tears off your cheeks. Holding you like that, seeing the raw pain in your eyes that you’ve been hiding for so long, kills him. He can’t stand to be the thing that hurts you like this and he feels his heart split in two with just how much you trust him even now, after everything he’s done. He’s given you no reason to trust him, no reason to be so gentle with him even when he has been far from gentle with you and your heart.

It’s in that moment, holding your breaking parts together in his hands as you held his, that he knows he can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep hurting you when you’re the one thing he’d do anything to protect. Rafe had never felt like this in his life about anyone. Not Sarah, or Ward. You were his everything and if you left… well, he’d quite simply fall apart. You were the last good thing in his life, building him up from nothing and keeping him grounded. You constantly saw the good in him, the potential, that nobody else could see. You encouraged him to be the best version of himself, the Rafe that could be kind and gentle, the Rafe that would be a good husband to you and a loving father, better than his father could have ever been, and he’d thrown it all away. In a split second decision, he’d chosen a temporary and futile attempt at escape rather than his love. He knew that he’d really fucked up this time.

He pulls you into a hug and buries his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo and holding you close as if for the last time.

‘Please, baby, one more chance.’ He whispers into your hair. 

Your own tears melting into his shirt as you sobbed, letting out every single emotion you’d kept in, the exhaustion of holding another person together for as long as you had.

’I can’t do this anymore, Rafe. It’s killing me.’

You stand there for a while, just holding each other silently in the dim light thrown across your living room by the small lamp in the corner. You are the first to pull away. You reach up, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and turning to head back upstairs for your bedroom without saying a word.

Rafe watches you go, staring at the stairs until he hears the soft click of the bedroom door closing. Then he settles himself uncomfortably on the sofa and stares at the ceiling. He stays awake for as long as he can, a million thoughts swirling around his head and a deep sense of dread settling itself deeply and uncomfortably in his chest.

As he drifts to sleep in the silence of your living room, all he can think about is the pain in your eyes and the way you broke in his arms. 

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The bright morning light streams through the gap in the curtains, rousing Rafe from his very light and uncomfortable sleep. His body groans as he pushes himself up, a heavy pounding behind his eyes as his head screamed.

His first thought is you. How upset you were last night, he was going to make it right. He was going to find you and sit you down and reassure you that this time he’d be better, that he’d finally get it right and prove to you that he could be the kind of husband you deserved to have in your life. One that made you feel safe and loved.

‘Y/N?’ He shouted up the stairs, voice scratchy with sleep.

There was no response, only the silence of the house and the cawing of the gulls outside.

‘Babe?’ He tried again.

Still no response.

Thinking you were still sleeping, he crept up the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

The room was empty. The curtains opened with the morning light streaming in in beams, the bed was made pristinely looking untouched and almost like a hotel bed in the way that it seemed unfamiliar to him without your outline in its sheets.

As he walked to further into the room, a soft gleam caught his eye from your bedside table.

Your engagement ring.

Rafe started to panic, his breaths coming in harder and his eyes filling with tears.

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening, you couldn’t have left.

He ran over to the cupboard, throwing it open, the wooden doors groaning and rattling on their hinges. All your clothes were gone. He ran to the dresser, hurriedly and carelessly throwing open the drawers to find them all empty.

Rafe started to pace again, his heart beating out his chest. He runs his fingers through his hair, muttering to himself. He launches his fist at the wall, the searing pain of his fist breaking through the plaster proving a futile distraction to the pain in his chest.

Sliding down the bedroom door, his head in his hands and knees tucked up to his chest, Rafe lets the sobs come freely now. Each sob clawing its way up his throat and out of chest.

You were gone.

He couldn’t help but feel like he’d just lost the best thing that had ever happened to him.

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a/n: this was a very quick one, I started watching obx and I'm loving it so sorry if you're here for the djo content, I've got plenty in the works - don't you worry

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my six faceless pics!!! thank u @izzyyapss for the tag :)

no pressure tags: @smithusiast @novatheory @jacesvelaryons @oscmints @sleepysidcros

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my six faceless pics !!!

thank u kate my angel for the tag 🤍🤍

little explanations;

1; found an amazing matcha spot not very far from my apartment complex!! i have practically moved into the little corner table

2; boyfriend washing off at his parents house after a swim

3; the fire one of my brothers (twin if anyone knows the grace lore) started, we all had s'mores!!

4; the view from my boyfriends parents house

5; boyfriend cheffing it up in my kitchen!!

6; margs with the girls :,)

no pressure tags; @geonuks @babypuck @bambilenny 🤍🤍

[geonuks]

THIS WAS SO HARD TO DO I BARELY TAKE ANY PICTURES !!! i fel so chud compared to their immaculate photos but..

thank u mama grace for the tag !!!

1 - i saw a snail for the first time and;

2 - i didn't have anything in my fridge at the dorm and;

3 - i got lost in ikea with my friends and;

4 - we saw a dog in an outfit so it made it okay and;

5 - i was trying to see if there was any precipitate and;

6 - i baked all of these in my airfryer and;

it made me believe i can do anything. i love living and trying !

no pressure tags: @4oktzu @monchouchouu @macksangel @bikinibottombedsy

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thank u for the tag reiii!

1 - today’s haul

2 - my trinket shelf 3

3 - macarons (YUM)

4 - duck spring rolls w my friend

5 - cute lil plants

6 - this plate was so funny lols

tagging: @angeltees @abilouwrites @bikinibottombedsy @buyanewdress @babypuck @heechou and whoever else wants to ;3

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this is such a cute thing omg!! these are pretty self explanatory

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[bikinibottombedsy]

Wsh boyfriend or situationship texts plsss👀👀👀

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bf!will texts 1

there have been sooooo many smitty requests but i can't tell if i like this or not so im sorry if its butt. i love you guys sm. fraser requests i see you girls don't worry

requests are open duh

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about 7cm dilated with wsh bf texts i'll keep yall updated

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UR TEXTPOSTS R SO CUTE!!!!!! so amazing so good 💗💗

ty baby!!!

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hello big mama !!!!! saw your requests are open. perchance are you able to cook up some bff texts with will? no worries if not i jus love reading all your stuff

wait this is kind of cute i've never even explored bff texts perhaps i will