I am a biracial (asian american) bisexual leftist w a degree in liberal arts, so basically one of the most annoying people you could bring to dinner with your conservative relatives. to make matters worse I’m a double Pisces
I write for obx -- mostly Rafe/Kie ☾
my works (all explicit)
tornado warnings series- alternate universe, multi-work series, work in progress
talking on a seesaw, teetering in the dark: 5 chapters, 23k words, covers Rafe and Kiara's relationship (pining, sexual tension, eventual smut) for most of high school starting in Kiara's Kook Year
i'll drive you home, you drive me crazy: one-shot, 6500 words, car sex, ovulation sex, breeding/creampie kink, established sexual relationship, dubious consent
the last thing i should have on my mind: one-shot, 6500 words, reluctance, dirty talk, sex at a party, Rafe being a possessive shit
right back in our rhythm: WIP multi-chapter story, time jump to mid-20s, exes conspiring together, sexual tension, eventual smut
the woods and the lovely moon - supernatural/medieval Riara AU, oneshot, halloween fic, witchcraft, minor blood/gore, size kink, 9.3k words
hard candy christmas - Rafe/Kie, inspired by A Christmas Carol, christmas fluff, 2 chapters - 11.3k words
full throttle - dirtbike Riara AU, some stalking, freaked out Rafe/Kie, 4 ch - 21k words, ON HIATUS
camping with the camerons series - multi-pairing alternate universe, cameron sibling rivalry, they both want to fuck Kie and are entitled horndogs
so pretty it hurts: Sarah/Kie, 5k words, mild dubcon, sarah's a perv, completed work
pretty little baby: baby trapping Riara, AU, manipulation, breeding kinks abound, 6k words, completed work
red string and pinky rings: "didn't know they were dating" trope, Riara best friend AU, 6400 words, completed work
is it new years yet?: AU, my take on a Riara holiday rom-com, snowed in trope, marshmallow fluff with side of NSFW cinnamon spice, 14k words, completed work
not your queen, i'm your dictator: 4x09 rewrite, bondage, lil bit of knifeplay, dominant Kiara, switchy sub Rafe, 2 chapters, 9k words, completed work
tags: tags: dirtbike AU, stalking, protective Rafe, possessive behavior, author knows nothing about dirtbikes that wasn’t learned from google and I’m sure that’s evident, rated e
excerpt below the cut :)
“This feels like a bad idea.”
Rafe doesn’t look up from the bed of his truck, busy digging through the bag of gear he has back there. “So you’ve said. Three times, I think.”
Kie huffs. “Well. It’s been true all three times.”
He turns to her finally, a white helmet tucked under his bicep and a smile pulling up a corner of his mouth. “You haven’t even gotten on the bike yet.”
“Yeah, and I don’t have to jump out of a freaking airplane to know I’d hate it.”
Rafe laughs and tosses her a pair of gloves. “Bit dramatic, sweetheart.”
She catches them against her chest, frowning down at them. They’re white, uncreased, and easily two sizes too small for him. “Did you… buy these for me?” Her eyes catch on the helmet still tucked beneath his arm.
“Well, they sure as shit aren’t gonna fit me.”
Glaring at him, she asks, “How did you even know I’d agree to get on that thing again?” She shoots a look at his bike.
He walks closer, grabbing the helmet out from under his arm and holding it loosely at his side. “Just an educated guess.” He's still smiling at her as he props his elbow on the truck bed’s lip, and she can’t help but notice the way his bicep bulges beneath the short sleeve of his gray tee.
“You know, when you asked me out tonight I didn’t think I’d be risking my life.”
“Kiara,” Rafe says with a laugh. “You’ll be going like… seven miles per hour.”
“Seven?”
“Okay, okay,” he rushes to say in a soothing voice. It’s obvious he’s smothering a laugh. “Only if you’re feeling ambitious.”
Kie eyes the bike propped up on the dirt path next to them. They’re out past the town limits. Their only company on the backroad is the marsh grass and shrub oaks tangling together on either side of the flat, packed dirt.
Up close, the bike looks even taller and more intimidating than when she’d gotten on it the night her car broke down. “That thing weighs more than I do,” she says accusingly.
“It does.”
Kiara snorts. “Comforting, Rafe.”
He steps closer, stopping just in front of her. Kiara has to tilt her head back to maintain her eye contact. “You trust me?”
She looks at him for a second, stalling. “Kind of a loaded question.”
“Is it?”
Kie lets out a sigh, making it extra long and dramatic. “I do.”
“Then trust me.” There’s a confidence in his voice, a sureness that is irritatingly effective at soothing her nerves. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Fine,” she groans. “But I still reserve the right to blame you if I die.”
He grins. “I’ll take that risk. Because that won’t be happening.”
“Good luck explaining it to Sarah.”
“Don’t worry about it. She’ll kill me, so we’ll be in the same boat.”
“Dead?”
“Yeah.”
Kiara can’t hold back her laughter, the sound bubbling up through the rest of her nerves in her chest. “Please. You’re ridiculous.”
“So you’ve told me.” He reaches out with the helmet, offering it to her. “You ready?”
Wordlessly, she grabs the helmet and starts fumbling with the chin strap. “If I embarrass myself, just know –”
“You will,” he said easily, interrupting her. “Embarass yourself.”
Kie drops her hands that are still wrestling with the helmet. “Dude. At least like, lie. You should be buttering me up.”
“Hmm,” he hums, stepping closer once more. His voice is a pitch lower than it had been before, and it makes her stomach flutter in anticipation. “In my experience, flattery doesn’t get me too far with you.” Rafe rubs the flat of his callused palm along her arm, the rasping warmth feeling good against her skin. “So how ‘bout a bribe?” he asks.
He’s wrong, actually – his flattery absolutely has historically gotten under her skin; the times he’s spoken like it’s a foregone conclusion that she’s smart, competent, pretty – but he doesn’t need to know that.
“A bribe?” she asks, unable to hide the way she perks up at the thought.
The corner of his mouth lifts in amusement. “When we’re done – whenever you’re done trying it, even if it’s just five minutes – I’ll lay you down in the back of the truck, take off your clothes, put my mouth on that pretty little pussy of yours, and make you come until you cry.”
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