dolly ୨ৎ

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dolly. 20. she/her.

raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens

ᡣ𐭩 meet the writer

ᡣ𐭩 rules

ᡣ𐭩 masterlist

ᡣ𐭩 random daydreams

ᡣ𐭩 taken emoji anons

who i currently write for:

⋆ jj maybank (obx)

⋆ john b routledge (obx)

⋆ stiles stilinski (teen wolf)

⋆ anakin skywalker (star wars)

this is an 18+ blog that does contain sexual content so mdni

[bunniidollii]

when john b suggests a quiet movie night, there’s only one way it could possibly end. and that’s with puppy desperately humping away, slotted in her usual place snug against his side, lost in a lust-filled daze. whatever he had put on the tv for the two instantly forgetten the minute they lay down on the old pull out, instead replaced with the euphoric feeling of his cargos against her bare crotch, because she’d never bother covering her modesty unless her boyfriend had forced a pair to cover what one of his old tshirts couldn’t whenever the rest of the pogues came over. john b, however, always found himslef enjoying whatever film or show he put on, actually invested in the plot, yet content with accommodating puppy’s pleasure-filled frenzy as she rubbed her bottom half against his thighs. the tshirt he put on was fresh but with subtle hint of sweat and salt that remained from a long days fishing. the musky smell that john b always carried with him was always enough to set puppy off as she got lost in it, burying her head into his neck, ending up biting down on his bandana to quieten the moans that she let out, knowing her boyfriend was actually paying attention to whatever was on the screen, happily content with rocking herself mindlessly until john b decided to play with her.

[bunniidollii]

st. mary’s church wasn’t somewhere the maybanks would particularly frequent, however, once a year, father morgan could always spot the small family sat rather out of place at the back of the service. he was one of the first to notice the change from three to two, and the only one to notice the young blonde’s begruging turn to fascination with a particular choir girl as the years went by. jj couldn’t remember when midnight mass at st. mary’s became a christmas tradition for him and his father, but it did. maybe it was luke’s sick way of making things seem alright, his way of forgetting all the pain he’s caused his son, his way of remembering his wife who would drag the two out every year. it wasn’t much, but jj appreciated the effort regardless. he also couldn’t remember when or why said routine had grown on him. no longer was it a bore for him to sit through the two hours, far less fidgety and restless than as a child, able to leave the second-hand, battered red nintendo ds that once served as a welcome distraction at home. the maybank would never go as far and say religion held any claim over his beliefs, he’s as much a christian as the dalai lama, yet each year, excitement continued to squash any lingering dread,and it wasn’t until his fourteenth christmas that he realised why.

‘classic luke’ jj thought to himself as the two half-jogged, half-sprinted to the local church in the spitting rain, ‘too pissed to remember that midnight mass starts at midnight’. he wasn’t usually this drunk for the service— “just a beer or two to get through father morgan’s religious shit”, but this year had been particularly hard on the two. a meeting with the principal at the end of term was the last straw for luke— jj’s split lip evidence. he really hoped his father’s slight drunken sway wasn’t too noticeable, but with his reputation, jj was sure half the room would be shocked luke was still upright and functioning at midnight. the large, and ornately decorated doors opened with such a creak and bang, the entire service turned to face the disruption. the wooden carvings on the door always scared the boy when he was younger, much like the gargoyles he’d seen in pictures and paintings of the massive cathedrals, but now the faces were far more friendly than ominous, as if welcoming him back each time. the more positive anticipation that had developed over the years, however, could not mask the sheer embarrassment as the faces he had grown up with watching on in pity as he guided luke to the first available pew. they hadn’t missed much, just the first fifteen minutes of menial welcomes and a brief account of the spiritual meaning at chritmas, all things jj had deemed ‘nothing important’. the hymns were a welcome break between father morgan’s long and drawling readings of the bible— at least they changed up each year. jj was sure he could recite gabriel and mary’s encounter by heart, but he supposed that was the point. the church choir was his favourite part by a mile, though the blonde would never admit it out loud, probably covering with the wafers and ‘wine’. st mary’s was a constant cold, yet chills would undoubtedly crawl up his arms when the choir began. covered or bare, jj could always the feel the hairs on his arms stick up. you were always there, a face in the background— an undeniably beautiful face that always lingered in the background of his mind, but never one for the spotlight. this year seemed no different as each carol was sung, in fact jj was rather looking forward to its end seeing as he’d be sneaking over john b’s after. your melodic soprano voice ringing out in the stone chambers immediately interrupted any plans for the day to come with his found family. instead, his mind, being and soul were utterly and entirely consumed by you. forget jesus christ and the omnipotent god, you are his enlightenment, his deigity, his angel. prayer will be dedicated to you, every waking moment jj now yearns to worship your very being. your voice his scripture as you continue to outshine everyone in your rendition of ‘carol of the bells’ , filling him poetically with the good cheer your angelic voice sang of. jj very narrowly escaped the house that night, his mind far too occupied on your voice, a gateway to your soul almost.

and if jj tries hard enough today, he can still hear your melodic voice echoing out, inviting him to join you in a worship that ran far deeper than any religion.

[bunniidollii]

⋆˚࿔ ruinous𝜗𝜚˚⋆

18+ mdni, content warning : kissing: making out (heaviest petting possible), thigh riding

𝜗𝜚 sex was always the forbidden fruit you were always desperate to taste, and jj being jj was more than happy to oblige. that being said, your sheltered upbringing was a cardinal factor in your relationship. to you, touching yourself was a dirty sin, a disgusting and damning act that bought only shame, never pleasure. you were to remain pure and untainted by any darkness the world might bring. until you found a suitable christien match, that is. the first time you held hands with jj maybank was electrifying, the forbidden nature only amplifying the thrill of it all. the first kiss exhilarating, you could still remember how gentle his hands were as jj tucked your hair behind your ear, as he cupped your jaw, the feather-light, almost hesitant hand on your waist. when the rest of the pogues had left you both alone for the first time, it truly felt like heaven on earth as your boyfriend planted frantic kiss after kiss across your face, jaw and neck, before slowly travelling back to your lips upon hearing the breathy moan you let out, both unable to pull away until out of breath. hands grabbed, and squeezed, and caressed places on your body no other person had touched before and it was intoxicating. by the time the others had arrived back at the chateau, swollen lips and pupils, messy hair and clothes were obvious clues as to your activities in their absence. jj’s constant need to touch you in one way or another was also a dead giveaway.

𝜗𝜚 the first time you came was euphoric: after sneaking jj into your room whilst your mother was out helping with the church, you had found your way into your accustomed position a top of his lap, practically one step away from eating each other’s faces (as pope would say). it was as if the maybank could read your mind, knowing you wanted to test the limits of pleasure and sin, as he shuffled you onto one of his thighs. his desperate kisses never ceased as his hands found purchase on either side of your hips, gently encouraging you to rock back and forth. the pleasure was unlike anything you had experienced up to that point, not at all familiar with your body or how to gratify it. cholked gasps and moans escaped your swollen, almost bee-stung, lips as jj’s travelled down to your neck, sucking on the skin there causing you to let out more perverted whimpers, subsequently fueling your boyfriend on. his hands guiding your hips never relenting, your clit grinding deliciously against the muscle, panties providing friction with each rock of your hips. it was all too soon before an unfamiliar feeling took over, a sudden and overwhelming tightness in your core as jj slowly talked you through it, reassurance as comforting as kisses. and before you knew it, you released the loudest, most strangled moan yet as your body tensed up, before collapsing into your boyfriend’s chest, all while his hands were continued guiding you through the orgasm. if someone were to ask you about the best day of your life, undoubtedly it would be today: boat picnic in the marsh, to this, nothing could get better. you floated through the rest of the late afternoon on cloud 9, possibly 10, snuggled up in your boyfriends arms, finally having to bid goodbye before the inevitable of your mother arriving home.

[bunniidollii]

⋆˚࿔ mary jane!reader𝜗𝜚˚⋆

corruption was a concept your mother had always warned you about, but when it was staring you right in the face, you simply couldn’t resist. it wasn’t just any sort of temptation— more parlous than eve and the apple, because this sin was in the form of a certain pogue, jj maybank himself.

this wasn’t anything amiss, the two of you growing up on the same soil, the same school, the same side, and jj had always had a peculiar fascination with you. yet the two of you had barely said more than three words in all your time on the island together, undoubtedly following your mother’s curfew, and many, many rules. your submission admirable yet continuously frustrating as each day passing denied the maybank yet another opportunity to get to know the girl he was so strangely fond of. who knew sneaking out to a party on the boneyard would change everything?

18+ mdni⋆ content warnings : heavy religious themes/ language, (emotional) manipulation, sexual content, more to be added with each post

full works:

devil in disguise (work in progress) ⋆

blurbs:

ruinous⋆

enlightenment

[bruisedboys]

need mickey 18 so bad omg

[bunniidollii]

my girl is so real for this

[bunniidollii]

introducing…

dealer!rafe x reader, the moodboard

[rafesangelita]

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 deciding to host the biggest house party on figure eight, you and rafe cut celebrations short after a heated game of beer pong.

warnings: established relationship, alcohol consumption, irresponsible drinking, rafe takes a body shot off of reader, unprotected sex, rough sex (?), rafe puts you in a chokehold <3, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation

wc: 1.1k

everyone knew your parties were absolute ragers, with strangers filling out every corner of your house, and the cops always shutting the place down at the end of the night, to say your parties were the most anticipated on the island would be an understatement. even now as you and rafe challenged one another in a classic game of beer pong, you were sure there was people passed out drunk somewhere. “loser has to take a body shot.” rafe walked around the table, his hand sneaking under your skirt as he passed by. he loved threatening you with a good time.

you rolled your eyes, your best friends cheering you on as you and rafe went round after round until you both only had one more cup left. rafe had a look in his eye that was all too familiar. you knew he secretly wanted to lose, the terrible throw of his ping pong ball confirming your suspicions of him missing on purpose. “aww, are you letting me win?” your smile was the epitome of perfection, your boyfriend motioning for you to go as he grabbed a bottle of tequila from topper. sure enough, an excited squeal left your lips as the little ball landed straight into rafe’s red solo cup.

rafe pretended to be disappointed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when he downed the last of the burning liquor. truth is; rafe wanted to get his hands, and mouth, on you since the second he saw you walk down the stairs in that pretty little outfit of yours. if losing to you meant he could run his tongue up your soft flesh and cop a feel of what was under your sequined top, then that’s what he was going to do. rafe walked over, grabbing your hand as he guided you on top of the table. the crowd burst into a fit of cheers, your cheeks heating when rafe gave you a little wink.

you laid flat against the hard surface, your fingers pulling at the hem of your skirt. glancing down at your hands, rafe cursed under his breath when his favorite thong peeked through your bottoms. “you’re in trouble.” rafe slipped off his shirt, laying the article of clothing across your lap so no one else can steal a glimpse of what was his. everyone was hollering as all eyes fell on you and rafe, nervous butterflies fluttering in your tummy. leaning down, rafe licked a stripe up the column of your throat, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss.

after what felt like an eternity, you sighed blissfully when he pulled away, wasting no time in placing a lime between your lips. “you gonna be a good sport and take this for me?” he unscrewed the bottle of tequila, your stomach flipping in excitement. “sí— yes.” as soon as that word left your mouth, rafe tipped the bottle over, the cold substance sending a shiver down your spine. topper and kelce stepped closer, the flashlights to their phones blinding your vision as rafe’s tongue flattened against your skin, the warm muscle moving all the way up to the valley of your breasts.

“no bra?” he teased, licking all the way up to the underside of your jaw. taking the lime from your mouth with his own, everyone erupted in cheers when rafe stood up, topper jumping in the air as he saved the video to his camera roll. you would definitely need to see that later. rafe helped you up from the table, making sure your outfit was in place before throwing his t-shirt over his shoulder. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit weak in the knees after feeling rafe taste your skin. wrapping an arm around your waist, rafe whispered in your ear as he guided you two back inside.

“you wear those panties on purpose?” his breath was hot against your cheek, his arm pulling you close to his chest. “no.. my first option was to wear no panties at all.” rafe nodded, a dry laugh falling from his lips. “oh, that’s cute.” he knew you were serious too, and that’s what drove him crazy. before he could say anything else, you pulled away from him, losing yourself in the sea of people before he saw you making your way upstairs, your mini skirt shining underneath the neon lighting of your house. once your door clicked behind you, it wasn’t long before it busted open again.

all it took was rafe seeing your lacey pink thong to get you in the position you were in right now; getting fucked in a headlock while rafe grunted praises in your ear.

“wrapping around me so fuckin’ tight..”

“fuckkk, you’re taking me like the perfect little slut you are.”

“this is what you wanted right? ‘wanted this pretty pussy to get pounded in?”

all you could do was pathetically repeat his name, tears lining your eyes at just how good he felt. his bicep hugged your neck, your chin wobbling against the huge muscle as sounds of his skin meeting yours bounced off of the walls of your room. with his balls smacking against your clit, you nearly screamed when you felt the band in your stomach snap. “ray!” you gasped, your manicured nails digging into his flesh as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “oh, my god!” you were jelly at this point, your limbs feeling like dead weight as rafe made no effort to slow down.

overstimulated and mumbling nonsense, you shook and trembled underneath rafe as he filled you to the brim with his seed, the second greatest feeling ever. the first being whenever he was inside you. rafe’s head rested on your back, his fingers squeezing your hips so hard you were sure to see bruises in the morning. he was panting by the time he finished, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. collapsing down next to you, rafe gave you a lazy smile, both of you looking equally fucked-out.

“we should probably shut this down soon, it sounds like it’s getting pretty rowdy out there.” you sighed, snuggling into rafe’s side. “i just want to stay like this.” wrapping his arms around you, rafe inhaled the scent of your perfume. “how have you not gotten a citation yet? the cops have been out here at least six times already.” you groaned, feeling sleep pull at your eyelids. “please don’t jinx it.” as if on cue, there was a flash of red and blue lights, a siren sounding from outside. you and rafe froze. “what did i just say?!” you huffed, already dreading having to get dressed and talking to the police.

[rafesheaven-deactivated20250401]

⟢ YOU'RE MINE, NOT HIS

presenting kinktober day 3 ➔︎ stalker!rafe

warnings: DUBCON !! mentions of stalking, harm to minor character, use of restraints + blindfold, praising, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, & mention of rafe taking pictures word count: 2.1k

kinktober m.list ⟡ rafe m.list

rafe stood in the fifth-level hallway of your apartment complex, digging into his pocket to find the duplicate of your apartment key he had. luckily for him, you were the clumsiest little thing he’d ever seen, having dropped your key one day, which gave him the perfect opportunity to make a copy and slip it back under the doormat in front of your apartment before you realized it was missing. 

he looked to ensure your pesky neighbors weren’t around before inserting the key into the lock and twisting it until he heard a soft ‘click.’ 

the wood floors creaked ever so slightly as his feet carried him throughout your apartment to your bedroom. the smell of your perfume wafted in the air the second he stepped into your bedroom, overtaking his senses and increasing his need for you tenfold. the tips of his fingers traced over the several pictures of you with family and friends that were delicately placed on top of your dresser. 

he hummed to himself, moving around, taking in every little detail of your room as he looked through your things. it was exactly how he had imagined it to be. 

rafe opened your closet, his attention captured by the baby pink dress you had worn the first time he saw you. he remembered how delicate and angelic you looked, like a sweet little lamb. of course, you didn’t know then that the same dress would be the start of his obsession, but he couldn’t help himself, not when you were the definition of perfect. 

he rummaged through your closet, seeking a souvenir to satisfy him. he squatted down and reached his hand into the laundry basket when a tiny lace thong caught his eye. He dipped his head down, taking note of your scent as he sniffed the dainty material. 

rafe quickly stuffed the thong into the pocket of his khakis, and his curiosity peaked at a box pushed far back into the corner of your closet, almost as if you were hiding it. 

“what are you trying to hide, angel?” he muttered to himself, reaching for the box. he removed the lid, licking his lips at the sight of a vibrator, but nothing prepared him for the pile of notes under the toy. rafe took the notes into his hand, flipping through each one, recognizing them as the notes he often left for you, “who knew you were such a naughty little thing? gettin’ off to my letters”. 

rafe’s ears perked when he heard the front door open, the sound of you, and what seemed to be a man’s voice. he quickly closed the box, putting it back where he initially found it before slipping into your closet and shutting it just as you walked in with a man following behind you. 

he looked through the shutters of your closet door, ‘what the hell is he doing here?’ rafe thought, recognizing the mystery man as alex, whom you had gone on a date with a few nights ago. he knew he couldn’t risk getting caught, being forced to stay hidden and watch the scene unfold before him as alex reached into your nightstand drawer, pulling out a fuzzy pair of pink handcuffs with a matching pink blindfold. 

his breath hitched, hearing the handcuffs closing around your wrists, his cock hardening as your soft pants filled the room as alex left open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck while his fingers pumped in and out of your sopping cunt–god, you sounded so wet, that should be me making you make those sweet sounds. 

his teeth gritted together, his resolve crumbling when alex started to unbuckle his belt. he could no longer watch, quietly stepping out from your closet, closing in on the man standing before him. rafe wrapped his bicep around alex’s throat, putting him in a headlock. alex struggled to fight back the tighter rafe squeezed his throat until his body finally went limp; you were his to touch and please, not alex’s. 

rafe wrapped alex’s belt around his wrists to bind them together before using an article of your clothing to tie around his mouth, gagging him in case he stirred awake. he dragged him to your closet, shoving him into the congested area and shutting the door. 

you, on the other hand, lay on your bed with your wrists cuffed together, looking like a pretty present waiting for him to unwrap. 

as you open your mouth to call out for alex, a small gasp erupts from your throat when you feel his fingers thread through your hair, yanking your head back. you feel soft, plump lips against yours, and you can’t help but think about how different they feel. you ultimately decide to push the thought into your head, eagerly kissing back. 

rafe trailed kisses from your lips to your jaw, burying his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as he worked his way down your body. his large palms grasped your thighs, pushing them apart to settle between them, his broad shoulders keeping you spread open. 

he dipped his head down, leaving featherlight kisses on your inner thighs, teeth digging into your skin. his hands planted flat on your upper thighs, holding them down. a shiver ran up your spine, his warm breath ghosting over your core. rafe groans at the sight of your soaked cunt, “been dying to taste you ever since i first saw you”. 

you let out a shaky gasp when his tongue ran through your folds. he licked from the bottom to your clit, flicking his tongue against your clit, pulling the prettiest sounds from you. rafe laid his tongue flat, repeatedly licking up and down your sopping cunt. his thick digits prodded against your entrance, plunging them into you as his mouth found your clit once again, sucking it into his mouth. 

“taste sweeter than I imagined,” he groans, curling his middle and ring fingers, gently stroking that spongy spot inside you. you squirm under him, your hips bucking forward when he quickens the pace of his fingers in time with his mouth, sucking harder on your sensitive bud. 

your brain tried to process his voice and decipher why his choice of words seemed familiar until it dawned on you. you knew those words by heart—having read them from one of the many letters you received that were signed off with a little ‘R.C.’. when you first received the letters, it didn’t take long to put the pieces together and figure out who was behind them. it was none other than rafe cameron, whom you shared a class with last semester. 

you should’ve been terrified that the man between your legs was the man who’d been stalking you for months, but you’ve been fantasizing about what it would be like, and maybe, just maybe, you were a little sick in the head for getting off to his letters. 

“p-please” you stammered, your back arching off the bed, wanting more as you tried to roll your hips against his fingers and mouth. “hm?” rafe hummed against your clit, gently biting down, his tongue flicking over it to soothe the minuscule stinging he caused. 

“please what? can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“please…need your cock” you whimpered, “please, rafe”. 

rafe felt a sense of pride when his name left your mouth; many nights, he wondered what his name sounded like coming from you, and now he’s gotten to hear it. “smart girl, you knew it was me watching and leaving you all those letters and presents, huh?” he murmured against your soft skin, kissing up your body. 

his lips brush against the shell of your ear, “never knew you were such a dirty girl, you like this, don’t you? like the idea of me taking what i want while you remain helpless?”. you let out a small squeak when you were flipped over onto your stomach, his hands pulling your hips up and keeping your face squished against the mattress, “don’t worry, angel, ‘m gonna give you what you want”. 

he fumbles with the buttons and zipper of his khakis, swiftly pulling them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. his hands grasp your ankles, yanking your body closer to the edge of your bed, and his knees nudge your thighs, coaxing them to spread.

“spread your legs, baby. let me see what’s mine”. 

he gripped the base of his cock, stroking it a few times and sliding it between your slick folds, coating the head of his cock with your arousal. his fat tip nudges your wanting hole before pushing into your wet cunt, groaning as your walls stretch around him.

“so fuckin’ wet and tight,” he rasps, pushing on the small of your back to keep you down, slowly pulling out before slamming himself back in. he begins to pound his hips into yours, his hands gripping at your waist, the fatty flesh of your ass jiggling with each thrust, “pussy feels like fuckin’ heaven”. 

“tell me, sweet girl, all those nights you’d touch this pretty pussy, did you think about me? thinking about what it would be like to be fucked by the man who’s obsessed with you?” rafe grunted.

you tug at the restraints, trying to hold onto something, but it’s no use as your wrists are bound behind your back. rafe’s head lolls back as your body starts to rock back and forth, fucking yourself on his cock, your hips meeting his, “look at you…fucking yourself on my cock. god, you’re so desperate, huh?”. 

rafe leans back, sliding one hand to your wrists and grasping the chain between the cuffs. he uses it for leverage, pulling you back as he starts to thrust into you at a relentless pace. his eyes drift to watch his cock sliding in and out of your puffy cunt, “shit—poor thing must’ve been needing some fuckin’ dick, huh? she’s suckin’ me in, swallowing me whole”.

you thrash against the cuffs, moans falling from your lips, trying to pull your wrists away from his hold, and he leans forward, pressing his weight onto your back. his hips snap into yours harshly, craning his neck to bury into the crook of yours, “quit trying to pull away; this is what you were begging me for, remember, sweet girl?”. 

“y-yes” you cry out, your jaw slacks, burrowing your face and drooling into the sheets. you let out a sharp gasp as he intertwined his fingers through your hair, wrapping it around his wrist and tugging, keeping your head upright, “don’t hide that pretty face from me”.

your body aches, wrists going numb from being bound behind your back for so long, but nothing compared to the amount of pleasure you were feeling. the mixture of his thumb rubbing tight circles against your puffy clit, and the persistent abuse on your cervix caused by the head of his cock, hitting it each time he slammed into your drooling hole over and over again, was overwhelming your senses. 

“f-fuck–” you hiccup, your eyes rolling back under the blindfold. rafe shoves your face back into the sheets, keeping his hand on the back of your neck, his skin slapping against yours as he pistons his hips faster. your pussy pulses around him, tightly gripping his cock. 

“shit…squeezing me so tight. c’mon, pretty girl, milk my cock for all it’s worth and cum f’me,” rafe coos. your body trembles, pulling a moan from his lips as your walls convulse around him. you feel the all too familiar tightening in your lower abdomen, your tears staining the pink satin blindfold. your voice becomes hoarse from crying out his name as you’re sent over the edge, creaming all over his thick cock.

he grips your jaw, turning your head to the side to capture your lips with his, swallowing your cry of pleasure. his tongue pushes into your mouth, and he continues to roll his hips into yours, chasing after his release.“gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy? show me that it’s all mine?” he whispers against your lips. 

you whine in response, clenching around him again, “yeah? is that what you want? want me to stuff you full with my load?” his hips stutter, his cock twitching inside your warm, wet pussy as he comes deep inside you, painting your walls white with his thick cum.

rafe pushes into you one more time, his hips flush against your ass as he shoves his cum deeper inside you before pulling out. his hands pull your ass cheeks apart, watching your cunt clench around nothing as his cum drips out of you.

he grabs his phone, using one hand to keep you spread open while he takes pictures of his cum leaking out of your poor abused cunt, “this is just a reminder that you’re mine”.

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HIS HAPPY TRAIL CAN I LITERALLY LIVE

[bunniidollii]

jj knew what he was doing was sleazy and perverted, he knew it was wrong. he just couldn’t find himself in it to care anymore. it was a need, an insatiable need to have you in all the ways he imagined when twitter lacked. soon though, imagination wasn’t enough, and he had to resort to bringing up your instagram on his phone, instantly scrolling down to find any revealing pictures of in a bikini. at first he felt dirty, but each night he repeated the act until simple beach day dumps weren’t doing it for him anymore. any chance he could get, jj had his phone on you, capturing innocent moments that he would later reframe in his head to fit the perverse sexual fantasies he’s come up with. all this under the pretence of ‘capturing the moment’ or ‘appreciating whatever life gives us’, which left the rest of the pogues scoffing at the hidden message that you couldn’t seem to get. soon his camera roll was filled with pictures and videos of you that seemed innocent, but with a closer look anyone (but you perhaps) could tell what was really going on in his mind. a photo of you enjoying an ice cream in the hot sun, vanilla dripping down your fingers. another of you looking up at him from the couch with you’re pretty doe-like eyes, mouth slightly open in shock at having your photo taken unexpectedly. there were enough photos of you in your bathing suit for jj to have an entire album dedicated to them, your naïveté at the situation always turning him on a little more. surely you knew by now, there was no way he could be coincidental catching you in sexual moments so often. like when jj off-handedly mentioned he liked girls in pink, the next day you showed up subtly adorned with the colour that had the blonde swooning, or the fact that you keep ‘forgetting’ to lock the bathroom door. he was tempted to push it further, see just how far he could push it before you caught on, but he was always faced with slight resistance, a moral battle as he went over the boundaries of a best friend. the moment jj knew he’d crossed that line was during a normal boat trip through the marsh when he spotted pink lace poking out of your tote bag. the obvious delicacy of the material had him snatching and stashing them in his pocket when no one was looking. knowing that later he’d have your panties fisted in his right hand as he looked through the latest additions to his album.

[bunniidollii]

stepbro!rafe x lamb!reader

potential kinktober idea if i decide to do it <33

[bowdownperv-deactivated20250208]

a/n: riding rafe in the country club warning: smut

rafe putting his baseball cap on your head while you ride him cause it "just looks so much prettier on you". he just got finished golfing with you as his little golf cart princess cheering him on the whole game, so your reward is bouncing up and down his cock in the bathroom stall of the country club.

you get tired quickly so he's there to help, grabbing your ass with his big hands and moving you up and down for him. you're a whimpering mess with tear stained bambi eyes. of course, he has to put his chain in your mouth so you have something to suck on to keep you quiet. the bathroom door keeps swinging open with heavy footsteps making your poor heart pound right through your chest.

"s'alright baby—just relax, lemme do all the work for you. gonna cum soon? i know, i can feel it."

[bunniidollii]

trailerpark!rafe 🤝 spanking like need i say more

it was the small things that set you off, always leaving you in a bad mood for the rest of the day whilst rafe had to deal with your attitude. he tries his best to be patient, but when the whining turns full temper tantrum, he’s had enough and is quick to bend you over his knee. at home it’s easy, the car is risky yet still possible, but in public, you’d find yourself escorted (practically manhandled) to the nearest empty room. and that’s how you found yourself, mid summer bbq, hips uncomfortably trapped between the sink and your boyfriend’s form leaning over you. first it was because the dress you had planned on wearing turned out to have a massive stain all down the front. then rafe took too long getting ready, and you ended up late. they then ran out of veggie burgers, so you were stuck eating the squeaky halloumi while your boyfriend devoured his burger. a neighbour had made a comment about the length of your skirt, which left you snappy with anyone else who attempted to make conversation with you. it was after a nasty run in with your aunt who had never approved of your relationship, that led to rafe pulling you into the small downstairs bathroom. he was quick to flip up your skirt to expose your backside that was barely covered by the white lace you were wearing. his calloused hands pulled at the thin material, causing your hips to rise slightly to avoid the friction and a whine to leave your lips. a hand was placed over your mouth, and rafe tugged harder on your panties in response, before finally speaking.

“you havin’ fun embarrassin’ me out there, with all your whining— hey, don’t you go stomping your feet now” his gruff voice was cut off when you tried to do your usual attempt of retaliation by stomping your feet and whinging until rafe gave in. annoying him beyond extent always got you your way, while the little punishments to try and stop you only spurred you on.

“things weren’t going my way—” you were cut off by a sharp slap on your ass as rafe pulled your panties impossibly higher, with the friction against your clit causing you to let out a light moan. “things don’t always go your way, kiddo, you gotta learn to deal with that.” another slap as his free hand snaked around your throat, “cant be going round havin’ a big ol’ tantrum when something don’t end up how you wanted it to, s’not how real life works.”

rafe gave you another few slaps, leaving a blush of red subtle enough to not draw attention when you returned to the bbq. “you gonna stop being such a crybaby now, doll?” you were turned around, still wedged between your boyfriend and the counter, but facing him instead. he could see the tired look in your eyes and knew you were bordering past your social battery. you just latched your arms around his neck, rafe following your cue as he picked up your legs to wrap them around his waist, picking you up and setting you down on the counter. you just pawed at the collar of his shirt, not bothering to look up at him as you sank into his embrace. “gotta handle just an hour longer, and then we can head on home, alright? and we can forget all about today in a bit, i’ll take care of that, don’t you worry.”

“yes daddy” the familiar doe eyed look on your face as you stared up at rafe with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“‘s rafe, baby” he reminded you before placing a quick peck on the lips as he helped you rearrange yourself to your former socially acceptable state. he guided the two of you out, and you stood happily by his side for the rest of the evening with the hope of rafe fucking you brainless when you got home.

[bunniidollii]

just john b and subspace <3 no more needs to be said

you can’t help but just turn to putty whenever you spend any time around your boyfriend. it’s not your fault he only talks to you in that docile sympathetic tone. and he’s cruel about it— coaxing you into that submissive headspace in the least convenient situations, revelling in your embarrassment conflicting your desire. john b’s favourite time to do just this is when you’re all cuddled up outside the chateau, bodies pressed right up against each other. so he really can’t blame you when you start grinding your core against his thigh as his thumb slips into your mouth.

“you doin’ good there pup?” he murmurs down at you with the familiar faux-sympathy he always uses to get you worked up, careful not to disturb the rest of the pogues relaxing outside.

you manage to whimper out a strangled “daddy” between his thumb as you greedily sucked on it, grinding your panty-cladded core continuously against the cargo material of his shorts, already lost in a lust-filled haze.

“‘m still john b for now pup, gotta save all that for later, yeah?”

he knew your response before you could even open your mouth, just from the way you looked up at him with your pleading eyes, hips moving impossibly faster as they left wet stains in their wake.

“can’t daddy, need you now”

he’s quick to shush the whine that leaves your lips when he separates the two of you, getting up and out of the hammock to pick you up and place your writhing form against the side of his hips. your legs wrapped tightly around him as one of john b’s cupped the plush of your ass firmly. none of the others pay the two of you any attention, used to your antics after a couple of drinks. besides jj, who sends your boyfriend a subtle wink as they share a laugh at some inside joke you’re too lost in subspace to care about.

“been such a good girl, haven’t you? been such a patient girl for daddy.”

you simply moan in response as john b sets you down so you’re straddling his lap, wet core pressing up against his hard cock. your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders as his set to work on your clit, the rough pad of his finger circling the spot you desired him most. a little mantra of “daddy” repeatedly leaves your mouth as john b continues to swirl your slick across your pussy, before teasingly slipping a finger into your cunt.

by this point your tongue was hanging out your mouth, drool dripping down onto john b’s shoulder as it trickled down his back. he was talking you through it all with the same voice that lured you into this position in the first place, as his callous palms gripped your hips and jolted you across his crotch.

deep grunts left his mouth inbetween his teasing remarks, mocking you for being “such a dumb puppy, so wet and needy just from a lil’ dry humping”. the garbled moans that left your mouth only made him harder, priding himself in making you so cockdrunk with just his words.

he could tell you were close to your climax by the way your fingers dug even deeper into his shoulder, biting into the flesh of his collarbone to silence your screams. his grip didn’t relent as you came down from your high, continuing his quick pace as he guided you back and forth against his hard dick that strained against his pants.

your cries of overstimulation and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you leaned fully against his chest for support were enough to push him against the edge. a thick pool of cum leaking through his boxers, causing a small dark patch to form on the front of his shorts.

never one to mess an opportunity, proving just how obsessed with john b’s dick you were, you quickly moved to sit inbetween his legs as you undid his zipper. getting the hint, he lifted up his hips to help you in removing his shorts, followed shortly by his boxers after you licked a couple of stripes across his clothed dick. you buried your face into the soiled underwear, relishing in his scent as you licked the cum off the material. once satisfied you had reached your fill with the piece of clothing, you began licking long and wet stripes up john b’s cock, practically inhaling his cum at the speed you were going at.

you then sat there, his once again hardened cock now in your mouth as you slobbered up and down, occasionally letting out a few gags when john b’s hand pushed down on the back of your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair. a perfect way to end an evening.

[nemesyaaa]

OH MY OH MY OH MY. SO GLAD TO SEE MORE WORKS ABOUT JOHN B, I EAT SO MUCJ WITH YOU THANKSSSS. THANKS FOR FEEDING ME. I NEEDED THIS

WAS SO GOOD TO READ, JOHN B + PUP+ DADDY KINK HELLOOOO, NOT GONNA SURVIVE

YOU WRITE TOO WELL, DID AN AMAZING JOB. THE SUCKING THUMB 🥹🥹🥹🙏🏿 I KNOW I WILL DO THAT, I WILL SUCK HIM TO DEATH, THUMB, DICK, ALL HE NEED

WISH PEOPLE WILL READ YOUR WORK, BC I'M SOOOOO EXCITED ABOUT WHAT YOU WRITE NEXT

[bunniidollii]

my ego is thruuuuu the roof rn 🤭🤭 tysm!! my guy john b deserves more attention like it’s HIS show and no one cares about him and his delish cock

[bunniidollii]

just john b and subspace <3 no more needs to be said

you can’t help but just turn to putty whenever you spend any time around your boyfriend. it’s not your fault he only talks to you in that docile sympathetic tone. and he’s cruel about it— coaxing you into that submissive headspace in the least convenient situations, revelling in your embarrassment conflicting your desire. john b’s favourite time to do just this is when you’re all cuddled up outside the chateau, bodies pressed right up against each other. so he really can’t blame you when you start grinding your core against his thigh as his thumb slips into your mouth.

“you doin’ good there pup?” he murmurs down at you with the familiar faux-sympathy he always uses to get you worked up, careful not to disturb the rest of the pogues relaxing outside.

you manage to whimper out a strangled “daddy” between his thumb as you greedily sucked on it, grinding your panty-cladded core continuously against the cargo material of his shorts, already lost in a lust-filled haze.

“‘m still john b for now pup, gotta save all that for later, yeah?”

he knew your response before you could even open your mouth, just from the way you looked up at him with your pleading eyes, hips moving impossibly faster as they left wet stains in their wake.

“can’t daddy, need you now”

he’s quick to shush the whine that leaves your lips when he separates the two of you, getting up and out of the hammock to pick you up and place your writhing form against the side of his hips. your legs wrapped tightly around him as one of john b’s cupped the plush of your ass firmly. none of the others pay the two of you any attention, used to your antics after a couple of drinks. besides jj, who sends your boyfriend a subtle wink as they share a laugh at some inside joke you’re too lost in subspace to care about.

“been such a good girl, haven’t you? been such a patient girl for daddy.”

you simply moan in response as john b sets you down so you’re straddling his lap, wet core pressing up against his hard cock. your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders as his set to work on your clit, the rough pad of his finger circling the spot you desired him most. a little mantra of “daddy” repeatedly leaves your mouth as john b continues to swirl your slick across your pussy, before teasingly slipping a finger into your cunt.

by this point your tongue was hanging out your mouth, drool dripping down onto john b’s shoulder as it trickled down his back. he was talking you through it all with the same voice that lured you into this position in the first place, as his callous palms gripped your hips and jolted you across his crotch.

deep grunts left his mouth inbetween his teasing remarks, mocking you for being “such a dumb puppy, so wet and needy just from a lil’ dry humping”. the garbled moans that left your mouth only made him harder, priding himself in making you so cockdrunk with just his words.

he could tell you were close to your climax by the way your fingers dug even deeper into his shoulder, biting into the flesh of his collarbone to silence your screams. his grip didn’t relent as you came down from your high, continuing his quick pace as he guided you back and forth against his hard dick that strained against his pants.

your cries of overstimulation and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you leaned fully against his chest for support were enough to push him against the edge. a thick pool of cum leaking through his boxers, causing a small dark patch to form on the front of his shorts.

never one to mess an opportunity, proving just how obsessed with john b’s dick you were, you quickly moved to sit inbetween his legs as you undid his zipper. getting the hint, he lifted up his hips to help you in removing his shorts, followed shortly by his boxers after you licked a couple of stripes across his clothed dick. you buried your face into the soiled underwear, relishing in his scent as you licked the cum off the material. once satisfied you had reached your fill with the piece of clothing, you began licking long and wet stripes up john b’s cock, practically inhaling his cum at the speed you were going at.

you then sat there, his once again hardened cock now in your mouth as you slobbered up and down, occasionally letting out a few gags when john b’s hand pushed down on the back of your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair. a perfect way to end an evening.

[erwinsvow]

jj and john b making a joke about you in this actually made me lose my mind that little detail made me actually SCREAM into my pillow

[bunniidollii]

no bc i’m this close 🤏 to dedicating my life to john b x reader x jj like they mean everything to me

[bunniidollii]

just woke up from a dream where i was rafe’s gf and now i wanna cry bc it felt sauurrrr real like you don’t understand how real it felt 😭😭