𐔌 . ⋮ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

📞– "𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍... 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?" 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

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© 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐙𝐙

𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𑣲

⤷ 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆 ⤷ 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ⤷ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ⤷ 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 ⤷ 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒙𝒅

𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒊. 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓. 7-𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒚. 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒛𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍. 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔. 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔. 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕. 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒂. 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔.

˗ˏˋ '𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘, 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮 ❞﹒

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓: ✶

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧: @lovelydollzzz - At the moment I only post on this blog.

[lovelydollzz]

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆.

Explore alternative universes, where things might end differently than here. Exciting huh?

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐔

[lovelydollzz]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆....

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐔

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who was forced into praying every night before she fell asleep—and if she didn’t, she'd get told horrible stories about people whom where punished by god.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who never was allowed to stay the night at a friends house growing up.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who always had to wear stocking underneath a dress to not provoke boys.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who never had any male attention before meeting her very abusive ex.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who broke contact with her parents on her 18th birthday after a huge argument.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who grew up getting told that women are less than men, that a womans only purpose is to provide a man with children. And she believed it.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who has a hard time saying no.

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 who never got the ending she deserved.

No taglist for this yet since it's an au, leave a reply on this post if you'd like to be added 💗

[lovelydollzz]

A little spoiler for a lil something i'm working on.. 🤭 should be posted tonight. Heavily based on this post, which I posted a few days ago. I mentioned maybe making an au for it in my authors note hehe. This is my first au and i'm so excited to introduce you guys to it 🤭

[lovelydollzz]

𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 pounded in your ears, mixed with the voices of people deep into conversation and somebody elses laugh.

You were standing in a corner, feeling like the dress you were wearing was far too short, like your makeup was far too much.

Like you were far too much.

Perhaps you should've worn another bra, not one with lace, one less revealing.

And then he wouldn’t be staring at you from the other side of the room.

Your ex, your abusive ex.

The one you broke up with even though he threatened to kill himself if you did, the one who used to hit you whenever you weren't feeling like getting down on your knees for him.

Rafe had also noticed that he was watching you, you noticed the moment he did. His grip on your waist tightened, something in his voice changed—and he broke his conversation to glance towards your ex's way once in a while ever since.

Just to make sure.

The lump in your throat only grew bigger and bigger by every moment that passed, the way his eyes trailed over your chest, your breasts.

The way he looked at you like no one could stop him if he'd find you alone in a hallway.

It all made you want to puke.

– "Anyone wants to play beerpong?!" Kelce was standing on a table, speaking a little too loud while downing a whole can of beer.

Oh he was already so drunk.

Rafe turned towards you, – "Let's go" he nodded towards Kelce, a smile painting his lips.

He grabbed your hand, you didn't protest. You were too shaken by your ex still staring at you.

You didn’t even function as a normal human being anymore.

The game started of like all games of beerpong did, someone threw, hit a can. And that was it.

Then someone missed, they had to drink—it happened again. And all of a sudden everyone was too drunk to even remember what game they were playing. Which made them miss more, drink more.

You had been playing for around thirty minutes and everyone was already drunker than what they should've been.

You were too.

But you weren't drunk enough to forget, you weren't drunk enough to do stupid shit—yet.

However, the earlier anxiety you had about your ex was gone, replaced by this funny feeling in your head. The alcohol of course.

You felt stupid, for pushing your feelings aside with alcohol and stupid games. You were already all over Rafe, touching him in ways you both knew weren't innocent, you'd probably fuck him when you got home.

Or perhaps in the bathroom so that your ex could hear?

You were hiding from your pain and anxiety in alcohol and sex.

And you couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the once so innocent kook princess you once were.

Daddys money, no late nights out, no swearing, no revealing clothes.

– "Remember to pray before you fall asleep" your mothers words echoed in your head, oh she had said that sentence one too many times and back then you were oh so tired of it.

But you always did, you didn't rebel. You prayed, you didn't swear, and you always wore stocking under your dress.

What happened to that girl? Since when did you start dating toxic men and play beerpong until you didn't know your first name anymore?

Oh you had lost yourself, somewhere inbetween the prayers and paychecks from your distant father you had truly lost yourself.

You were sure of it, now even more than before as you dragged Rafe with you to the bathroom. Closing the door behind you as you pulled him into a drunk kiss.

It tasted like beer and alcohol and something else, cigarettes?

He smelled like Rafe, you smelled like alcohol and faintly of your favourite perfume. The one your mother got you before you stopped speaking to her.

Your heart ached, not because you missed her, but because this night was nothing like you had imagined at all.

Your lips found Rafe's neck, sucking on the skin, making sure to leave marks for later. He sighed into your kisses, already unbuckling his belt. Carefully but not so pulling you down towards the floor, forcing you to your knees.

And once again it hit you, he didn't even ask.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Please do not use or copy my work without permission! Love y'all and thank you for reading.

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hiii guys! It's only been like 5 days since I posted but it feels like an eternity lol. I've gotten so used to posting every day it feels like a part of my routine is missing if I don't. Idk what I think about this? Perhaps it's one of the few stories that I COULD write a part two for.. or do I make this an au? 🤭 idk you guys lmk what you think ❤️

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

@wh0re4-alexademi @sexychickenmagnet @raf3cam3r0n @sex-the1975 @aluallured @clairo4life @astroangel45 @cciessuzi @urfavlocalgirly

[lovelydollzz]

𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 pounded in your ears, mixed with the voices of people deep into conversation and somebody elses laugh.

You were standing in a corner, feeling like the dress you were wearing was far too short, like your makeup was far too much.

Like you were far too much.

Perhaps you should've worn another bra, not one with lace, one less revealing.

And then he wouldn’t be staring at you from the other side of the room.

Your ex, your abusive ex.

The one you broke up with even though he threatened to kill himself if you did, the one who used to hit you whenever you weren't feeling like getting down on your knees for him.

Rafe had also noticed that he was watching you, you noticed the moment he did. His grip on your waist tightened, something in his voice changed—and he broke his conversation to glance towards your ex's way once in a while ever since.

Just to make sure.

The lump in your throat only grew bigger and bigger by every moment that passed, the way his eyes trailed over your chest, your breasts.

The way he looked at you like no one could stop him if he'd find you alone in a hallway.

It all made you want to puke.

– "Anyone wants to play beerpong?!" Kelce was standing on a table, speaking a little too loud while downing a whole can of beer.

Oh he was already so drunk.

Rafe turned towards you, – "Let's go" he nodded towards Kelce, a smile painting his lips.

He grabbed your hand, you didn't protest. You were too shaken by your ex still staring at you.

You didn’t even function as a normal human being anymore.

The game started of like all games of beerpong did, someone threw, hit a can. And that was it.

Then someone missed, they had to drink—it happened again. And all of a sudden everyone was too drunk to even remember what game they were playing. Which made them miss more, drink more.

You had been playing for around thirty minutes and everyone was already drunker than what they should've been.

You were too.

But you weren't drunk enough to forget, you weren't drunk enough to do stupid shit—yet.

However, the earlier anxiety you had about your ex was gone, replaced by this funny feeling in your head. The alcohol of course.

You felt stupid, for pushing your feelings aside with alcohol and stupid games. You were already all over Rafe, touching him in ways you both knew weren't innocent, you'd probably fuck him when you got home.

Or perhaps in the bathroom so that your ex could hear?

You were hiding from your pain and anxiety in alcohol and sex.

And you couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the once so innocent kook princess you once were.

Daddys money, no late nights out, no swearing, no revealing clothes.

– "Remember to pray before you fall asleep" your mothers words echoed in your head, oh she had said that sentence one too many times and back then you were oh so tired of it.

But you always did, you didn't rebel. You prayed, you didn't swear, and you always wore stocking under your dress.

What happened to that girl? Since when did you start dating toxic men and play beerpong until you didn't know your first name anymore?

Oh you had lost yourself, somewhere inbetween the prayers and paychecks from your distant father you had truly lost yourself.

You were sure of it, now even more than before as you dragged Rafe with you to the bathroom. Closing the door behind you as you pulled him into a drunk kiss.

It tasted like beer and alcohol and something else, cigarettes?

He smelled like Rafe, you smelled like alcohol and faintly of your favourite perfume. The one your mother got you before you stopped speaking to her.

Your heart ached, not because you missed her, but because this night was nothing like you had imagined at all.

Your lips found Rafe's neck, sucking on the skin, making sure to leave marks for later. He sighed into your kisses, already unbuckling his belt. Carefully but not so pulling you down towards the floor, forcing you to your knees.

And once again it hit you, he didn't even ask.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Please do not use or copy my work without permission! Love y'all and thank you for reading.

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hiii guys! It's only been like 5 days since I posted but it feels like an eternity lol. I've gotten so used to posting every day it feels like a part of my routine is missing if I don't. Idk what I think about this? Perhaps it's one of the few stories that I COULD write a part two for.. or do I make this an au? 🤭 idk you guys lmk what you think ❤️

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

@wh0re4-alexademi @sexychickenmagnet @raf3cam3r0n @sex-the1975 @aluallured @clairo4life @astroangel45 @cciessuzi @urfavlocalgirly

[lovelydollzz]

© 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐙𝐙

𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𑣲

⤷ 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆 ⤷ 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ⤷ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ⤷ 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 ⤷ 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒙𝒅

𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒊. 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓. 7-𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒚. 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒛𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍. 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔. 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔. 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕. 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒂. 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔.

˗ˏˋ '𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘, 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮 ❞﹒

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓: ✶

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧: @lovelydollzzz - At the moment I only post on this blog.

[lovelydollzz]

Changed my theme 🤭 I luvvvv it

[lovelydollzz]

𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 pounded in your ears, mixed with the voices of people deep into conversation and somebody elses laugh.

You were standing in a corner, feeling like the dress you were wearing was far too short, like your makeup was far too much.

Like you were far too much.

Perhaps you should've worn another bra, not one with lace, one less revealing.

And then he wouldn’t be staring at you from the other side of the room.

Your ex, your abusive ex.

The one you broke up with even though he threatened to kill himself if you did, the one who used to hit you whenever you weren't feeling like getting down on your knees for him.

Rafe had also noticed that he was watching you, you noticed the moment he did. His grip on your waist tightened, something in his voice changed—and he broke his conversation to glance towards your ex's way once in a while ever since.

Just to make sure.

The lump in your throat only grew bigger and bigger by every moment that passed, the way his eyes trailed over your chest, your breasts.

The way he looked at you like no one could stop him if he'd find you alone in a hallway.

It all made you want to puke.

– "Anyone wants to play beerpong?!" Kelce was standing on a table, speaking a little too loud while downing a whole can of beer.

Oh he was already so drunk.

Rafe turned towards you, – "Let's go" he nodded towards Kelce, a smile painting his lips.

He grabbed your hand, you didn't protest. You were too shaken by your ex still staring at you.

You didn’t even function as a normal human being anymore.

The game started of like all games of beerpong did, someone threw, hit a can. And that was it.

Then someone missed, they had to drink—it happened again. And all of a sudden everyone was too drunk to even remember what game they were playing. Which made them miss more, drink more.

You had been playing for around thirty minutes and everyone was already drunker than what they should've been.

You were too.

But you weren't drunk enough to forget, you weren't drunk enough to do stupid shit—yet.

However, the earlier anxiety you had about your ex was gone, replaced by this funny feeling in your head. The alcohol of course.

You felt stupid, for pushing your feelings aside with alcohol and stupid games. You were already all over Rafe, touching him in ways you both knew weren't innocent, you'd probably fuck him when you got home.

Or perhaps in the bathroom so that your ex could hear?

You were hiding from your pain and anxiety in alcohol and sex.

And you couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the once so innocent kook princess you once were.

Daddys money, no late nights out, no swearing, no revealing clothes.

– "Remember to pray before you fall asleep" your mothers words echoed in your head, oh she had said that sentence one too many times and back then you were oh so tired of it.

But you always did, you didn't rebel. You prayed, you didn't swear, and you always wore stocking under your dress.

What happened to that girl? Since when did you start dating toxic men and play beerpong until you didn't know your first name anymore?

Oh you had lost yourself, somewhere inbetween the prayers and paychecks from your distant father you had truly lost yourself.

You were sure of it, now even more than before as you dragged Rafe with you to the bathroom. Closing the door behind you as you pulled him into a drunk kiss.

It tasted like beer and alcohol and something else, cigarettes?

He smelled like Rafe, you smelled like alcohol and faintly of your favourite perfume. The one your mother got you before you stopped speaking to her.

Your heart ached, not because you missed her, but because this night was nothing like you had imagined at all.

Your lips found Rafe's neck, sucking on the skin, making sure to leave marks for later. He sighed into your kisses, already unbuckling his belt. Carefully but not so pulling you down towards the floor, forcing you to your knees.

And once again it hit you, he didn't even ask.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Please do not use or copy my work without permission! Love y'all and thank you for reading.

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hiii guys! It's only been like 5 days since I posted but it feels like an eternity lol. I've gotten so used to posting every day it feels like a part of my routine is missing if I don't. Idk what I think about this? Perhaps it's one of the few stories that I COULD write a part two for.. or do I make this an au? 🤭 idk you guys lmk what you think ❤️

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

@wh0re4-alexademi @sexychickenmagnet @raf3cam3r0n @sex-the1975 @aluallured @clairo4life @astroangel45 @cciessuzi @urfavlocalgirly

[lovelydollzz]

I just came home from my vacation and I already have something in the works that should be posted tomorrow night 🤭

[lovelydollzz]

"𝐎𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤"

Matt groaned as his load spilled into you, his hips still moving but at a slower pace. – "I love you so much, fuck" he collapsed onto your chest. His own rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

– "I love you too" you panted, letting your head fall onto the pillows underneath.

– "We should do this more often" he spoke, his voice teasing. You gave his arm a soft slap, an innocent laugh escaping your lips.

Do what? Sneak in after his brothers have fallen asleep to fuck until the early morning sun sneaks in through the windows again?

Yeah cause that is so romantic.

You didn’t even understand why he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, even from his brothers. Perhaps it was the fact that you and Chris used to be best friends in primary school.

Perhaps he didn't want it to be weird.

But primary school was a long time ago, and you hadn't talked to Chris ever since.

– "It's so warm in here" you groaned, glancing towards the window which already was slightly opened.

His eyes met yours, a grin playing on his face. – "Yeah I know, do you wanna make ice cream?" He kissed your jaw.

You smiled, – "What? Really?" — he nodded. "Isn't that too risky?" You whispered.

He blinked, – "No not really, they're all asleep. Let me just get dressed and we'll go downstairs" he spoke, his voice warm and intimate.

He hadn't been this soft to you in awhile.

– "Mhm" you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before he got up. Tossing you one of his oversized t-shirts before getting dressed himself.

The t-shirt smelled faintly like his cologne and something else. Something so him.

The walk down to the kitchen was quiet, he walked before you to make sure that no one else was there.

It was cold and empty, the only sound vibrating through the room the faint sound from the refrigerator.

You leaned against the counter, awkwardly looking around, it was the first time you had been anywhere else than his bedroom.

Or you had been in the bathroom once, in the shower. But he only invited you there to fuck.

Of course.

The refrigerator opened with a thud and he leaned down to grab a package of ice cream.

You held back a smile, – "I thought we were going to make ice cream." You raised an eyebrow.

He laughed, – "Yeah.. i'm not quite there yet in my chef degree." He joked, placing the icecream on the counter next to you.

Walking up to stand between your legs, lifting you onto the counter with ease. Pressing a kiss to your lips, then some trailing down your jaw and neck.

You sighed, melting completely into his touch, and then he pulled away. – "Ice cream" he pointed towards the package.

You closed your eyes in embarrassment, – "Right.. sorry" you spoke, letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He smiled, giving you another quick kiss, – "I know.. it's okay. I started it" he shrugged, opening the ice cream package. "Wanna see a trick?"

You rolled your eyes, – "A trick?"

He nodded, grabbing the ice cream scooper, a smug smile displayed on his face. – "Yeah, a trick" he said again, picking up some ice cream, pressing the button as he watched the ice cream fall into the bowl.

You laughed, – "Was that your trick?"

He shrugged, – "Yeah it's nothing really, i'm just the king of ice cream scooping" he did it again, watching as the ice cream fell into the bowl, a huge grin on his lips.

– "You eat a lot of ice cream?" You asked, eyes flicking between him and, well, the ice cream.

He rolled his eyes, – "Well you wouldn’t know, i'm just the king of ice cream scooping." He spoke, finding his place between your legs again. "With nice abs" he whispered against your mouth before his lips latched onto yours.

You laughed into the kiss, that was the most childish thing you ever had heard him say.

The most childish thing you ever had heard someone say.

But yeah, he did have nice abs.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Please do not use or copy my work without permission. Love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: My first work for the sturniolo fandom kinda nervous lol.. more Rafe works are coming but i'm running out of ideas rn so i'd appreciate it if you sent in a request incase there is anything you'd like to see. Aghh hahah this was truly so bad I absolutely hate it but i'm going on vacay for the weekend so I felt like I needed to post before leaving. Thank you guys so much for all the love, it means the world to me ❤️

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"𝐎𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤"

Matt groaned as his load spilled into you, his hips still moving but at a slower pace. – "I love you so much, fuck" he collapsed onto your chest. His own rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

– "I love you too" you panted, letting your head fall onto the pillows underneath.

– "We should do this more often" he spoke, his voice teasing. You gave his arm a soft slap, an innocent laugh escaping your lips.

Do what? Sneak in after his brothers have fallen asleep to fuck until the early morning sun sneaks in through the windows again?

Yeah cause that is so romantic.

You didn’t even understand why he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, even from his brothers. Perhaps it was the fact that you and Chris used to be best friends in primary school.

Perhaps he didn't want it to be weird.

But primary school was a long time ago, and you hadn't talked to Chris ever since.

– "It's so warm in here" you groaned, glancing towards the window which already was slightly opened.

His eyes met yours, a grin playing on his face. – "Yeah I know, do you wanna make ice cream?" He kissed your jaw.

You smiled, – "What? Really?" — he nodded. "Isn't that too risky?" You whispered.

He blinked, – "No not really, they're all asleep. Let me just get dressed and we'll go downstairs" he spoke, his voice warm and intimate.

He hadn't been this soft to you in awhile.

– "Mhm" you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before he got up. Tossing you one of his oversized t-shirts before getting dressed himself.

The t-shirt smelled faintly like his cologne and something else. Something so him.

The walk down to the kitchen was quiet, he walked before you to make sure that no one else was there.

It was cold and empty, the only sound vibrating through the room the faint sound from the refrigerator.

You leaned against the counter, awkwardly looking around, it was the first time you had been anywhere else than his bedroom.

Or you had been in the bathroom once, in the shower. But he only invited you there to fuck.

Of course.

The refrigerator opened with a thud and he leaned down to grab a package of ice cream.

You held back a smile, – "I thought we were going to make ice cream." You raised an eyebrow.

He laughed, – "Yeah.. i'm not quite there yet in my chef degree." He joked, placing the icecream on the counter next to you.

Walking up to stand between your legs, lifting you onto the counter with ease. Pressing a kiss to your lips, then some trailing down your jaw and neck.

You sighed, melting completely into his touch, and then he pulled away. – "Ice cream" he pointed towards the package.

You closed your eyes in embarrassment, – "Right.. sorry" you spoke, letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He smiled, giving you another quick kiss, – "I know.. it's okay. I started it" he shrugged, opening the ice cream package. "Wanna see a trick?"

You rolled your eyes, – "A trick?"

He nodded, grabbing the ice cream scooper, a smug smile displayed on his face. – "Yeah, a trick" he said again, picking up some ice cream, pressing the button as he watched the ice cream fall into the bowl.

You laughed, – "Was that your trick?"

He shrugged, – "Yeah it's nothing really, i'm just the king of ice cream scooping" he did it again, watching as the ice cream fell into the bowl, a huge grin on his lips.

– "You eat a lot of ice cream?" You asked, eyes flicking between him and, well, the ice cream.

He rolled his eyes, – "Well you wouldn’t know, i'm just the king of ice cream scooping." He spoke, finding his place between your legs again. "With nice abs" he whispered against your mouth before his lips latched onto yours.

You laughed into the kiss, that was the most childish thing you ever had heard him say.

The most childish thing you ever had heard someone say.

But yeah, he did have nice abs.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Please do not use or copy my work without permission. Love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: My first work for the sturniolo fandom kinda nervous lol.. more Rafe works are coming but i'm running out of ideas rn so i'd appreciate it if you sent in a request incase there is anything you'd like to see. Aghh hahah this was truly so bad I absolutely hate it but i'm going on vacay for the weekend so I felt like I needed to post before leaving. Thank you guys so much for all the love, it means the world to me ❤️

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕...

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𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!

"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞"

Your voice was teasing, a smug smile playing on your face as he pinned you against the bedroom wall. His face dangerously close to yours.

– "Hate is a strong word" he smirked, lips almost touching yours.

Almost.

You held back a laugh, – "Well okay, what if I just deeply despise you then." You raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

– "Yeah I like that a lot better" he whispered, lips finally finding yours.

You gasped into the kiss, hands immediately sneaking in under his shirt.

You knew deep down that this was wrong, whatever the two of you had going on was so incredibly wrong.

You were a pogue, he was a kook. He acted like a total dickhead towards all of your friends. They hated him, his friends hated you.

It was wrong in so many ways, you and Rafe Cameron were never meant to be. And you knew that when you did lose him, cause you were going to.

It would absolutely break you.

But at the moment whatever you had was too good to throw away, and you chose to suffer later instead of sparing yourself the pain.

He pulled you even closer to himself, his breathing ragged as his tongue slipped inside your mouth to engage with yours.

You gasped, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away from you, and you whined at the loss of contact.

– "Fuck—get on the bed" he spoke, his shirt hitting the floor just seconds later.

You do as he says, climbing onto the bed and resting your head against the pillows. He follows shortly after, climbing on top of you with practiced ease.

You had done this too many times for two people who swore that they hated eachother in public.

Way too many times.

Rafe knew exactly how to pleasure you, where to kiss and where to touch to make you unravel underneath him. He knew all the tricks, all of them.

More than any of your ex boyfriends ever had known.

And he wasn't even yours, he never would be yours. It just didn’t work that way.

A kook and a pogue wouldn’t work together.

Sometimes you'd allow yourself to think that maybe, just maybe it could workout for you and Rafe, just like it did for Kiara's parents.

But then reality hit you, reality was a lot harder now than back then. And sometimes it would hit you in the face, hard and sharp.

All just to wake you up again.

It would never work out, and you'd just have to accept that.

You threw your head back as his lips found your neck, sucking gently on the hot skin. His hands traced your thighs, almost a little too close to where you wanted him.

– "Please" you murmured, barely audible.

He stilled for a moment, – "Please what?" He spoke, teasing.

– "You know" was all you could press out, your arousal already taking over.

He smirked, – "Know what? Do you want me to touch you?" he begun, hands cupping your boobs, "here?"

You gasped, shaking your head gently.

Oh he was such a tease.

He pressed you against him so that he could remove your shirt, unbuckling your bra at the same time. Your hands trailed down his abs, closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants.

– "Fuck" he moaned, head resting in the crook of your neck.

You grinned, – "You like that?" A laugh escaped you, you could finally tease him back about something.

He laughed aswell, – "Oh fuck you" he said, lips finding yours with a new sense of passion.

Your hands tangle in his hair, you push your hips upwards just slightly to tease him, he gasps into your mouth, deepening the kiss even more.

Your hands move to his crotch, palming him through his pants. He groans, quickly helping you remove the clothes covering his lower half.

He pushes your panties to the side, sliding his tip in with ease, – "Fuck baby, you're so wet for me"

You let out a whine, your walls stretching around him so perfectly.

Like the missing piece of a puzzle.

He pushes in more, hips moving in slow, steady circles. Your nails dig into the flesh of his back, legs wrapped around him, and oh he goes deep.

He fucks you so good, the speed of his thrusts picking up and you moan, a little too loud. – "Shh baby" he says, ringed fingers sliding into your mouth, muffling your pretty sighs.

Your hips buck upwards, meeting him, and you moan out his name once again. The silly action of his fingers in your mouth making you even more feral for him. – "Ah, Rafe fuck!" You cry out.

That earns a laugh from the blonde above you, – "You're such a slut. You don't hate me at all"

Oh he was so right. You could never hate him.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - please do not use or copy my work without permission. love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hahah smut is so hard to write but it's so fun at the same time idk lol. Sorry if the end was rushed writers block has lowk been getting to me lately 😔 also.. THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS 🤭 my babies ❤️

This is not proofread i'm so sorry but I gotta sleep lollll

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

@wh0re4-alexademi @sexychickenmagnet @raf3cam3r0n @sex-the1975 @aluallured @clairo4life @astroangel45 @cciessuzi @urfavlocalgirly

[lovelydollzz]

𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!

"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞"

Your voice was teasing, a smug smile playing on your face as he pinned you against the bedroom wall. His face dangerously close to yours.

– "Hate is a strong word" he smirked, lips almost touching yours.

Almost.

You held back a laugh, – "Well okay, what if I just deeply despise you then." You raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

– "Yeah I like that a lot better" he whispered, lips finally finding yours.

You gasped into the kiss, hands immediately sneaking in under his shirt.

You knew deep down that this was wrong, whatever the two of you had going on was so incredibly wrong.

You were a pogue, he was a kook. He acted like a total dickhead towards all of your friends. They hated him, his friends hated you.

It was wrong in so many ways, you and Rafe Cameron were never meant to be. And you knew that when you did lose him, cause you were going to.

It would absolutely break you.

But at the moment whatever you had was too good to throw away, and you chose to suffer later instead of sparing yourself the pain.

He pulled you even closer to himself, his breathing ragged as his tongue slipped inside your mouth to engage with yours.

You gasped, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away from you, and you whined at the loss of contact.

– "Fuck—get on the bed" he spoke, his shirt hitting the floor just seconds later.

You do as he says, climbing onto the bed and resting your head against the pillows. He follows shortly after, climbing on top of you with practiced ease.

You had done this too many times for two people who swore that they hated eachother in public.

Way too many times.

Rafe knew exactly how to pleasure you, where to kiss and where to touch to make you unravel underneath him. He knew all the tricks, all of them.

More than any of your ex boyfriends ever had known.

And he wasn't even yours, he never would be yours. It just didn’t work that way.

A kook and a pogue wouldn’t work together.

Sometimes you'd allow yourself to think that maybe, just maybe it could workout for you and Rafe, just like it did for Kiara's parents.

But then reality hit you, reality was a lot harder now than back then. And sometimes it would hit you in the face, hard and sharp.

All just to wake you up again.

It would never work out, and you'd just have to accept that.

You threw your head back as his lips found your neck, sucking gently on the hot skin. His hands traced your thighs, almost a little too close to where you wanted him.

– "Please" you murmured, barely audible.

He stilled for a moment, – "Please what?" He spoke, teasing.

– "You know" was all you could press out, your arousal already taking over.

He smirked, – "Know what? Do you want me to touch you?" he begun, hands cupping your boobs, "here?"

You gasped, shaking your head gently.

Oh he was such a tease.

He pressed you against him so that he could remove your shirt, unbuckling your bra at the same time. Your hands trailed down his abs, closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants.

– "Fuck" he moaned, head resting in the crook of your neck.

You grinned, – "You like that?" A laugh escaped you, you could finally tease him back about something.

He laughed aswell, – "Oh fuck you" he said, lips finding yours with a new sense of passion.

Your hands tangle in his hair, you push your hips upwards just slightly to tease him, he gasps into your mouth, deepening the kiss even more.

Your hands move to his crotch, palming him through his pants. He groans, quickly helping you remove the clothes covering his lower half.

He pushes your panties to the side, sliding his tip in with ease, – "Fuck baby, you're so wet for me"

You let out a whine, your walls stretching around him so perfectly.

Like the missing piece of a puzzle.

He pushes in more, hips moving in slow, steady circles. Your nails dig into the flesh of his back, legs wrapped around him, and oh he goes deep.

He fucks you so good, the speed of his thrusts picking up and you moan, a little too loud. – "Shh baby" he says, ringed fingers sliding into your mouth, muffling your pretty sighs.

Your hips buck upwards, meeting him, and you moan out his name once again. The silly action of his fingers in your mouth making you even more feral for him. – "Ah, Rafe fuck!" You cry out.

That earns a laugh from the blonde above you, – "You're such a slut. You don't hate me at all"

Oh he was so right. You could never hate him.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - please do not use or copy my work without permission. love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hahah smut is so hard to write but it's so fun at the same time idk lol. Sorry if the end was rushed writers block has lowk been getting to me lately 😔 also.. THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS 🤭 my babies ❤️

This is not proofread i'm so sorry but I gotta sleep lollll

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

@wh0re4-alexademi @sexychickenmagnet @raf3cam3r0n @sex-the1975 @aluallured @clairo4life @astroangel45 @cciessuzi @urfavlocalgirly

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