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i love ur blog and i feel so represented by ur autistic reader !! :3
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softdom!rafe walking in on bunny!reader playing dress up with Wheezie!! °❀.ೃ࿔*
The room is the epitome of pinkness and giggles, plastic tiaras and glittery wands being tossed back and forth. you and Wheezie are in matching tutus, tummy’s hurting from laughing so much. shes ever so carefully attempting to doll you up, her index finger steady as she swipes a shimmery pink eyeshadow over your eyelid.
“you’re gonna make me look like i gotta black eye!!” you whine through stifled giggles.
“Shhh, I gotta concentrate!” Wheezie mutters back happily, tongue sticking out as she perfects your overly extravagant eye makeup.
The door clicks as Rafe walks in, brows furrowing as he sees the sight before him. two bubbly girls in all too short tutus and an abundance of clips, headbands and bows. it was like forever 21 and toys r us had blew up and taken over the room.
The pastel yellow disc player is loud, top 50 pop songs sounding across the glitter trashed room. He stays silent of course, humoured by the annoyingly endearing sight before him. the little white bunny ear headband you’re wearing sliding to one side, the view is pleasing, and he’s definitely gonna save those bunny ears for later.
“Is this a play date or a cry for fuckin’ help?” Rafe finally says, deep voice cutting through the sunny atmosphere. But he’s not mad, his tone is light and taunting, enough to make Wheezie practically roll her eyes to the back of her head.
You giggle, bouncing up and down a little as you spot him. “Do you love it?” you squeal, squeezing your eyes tight to show off Wheezies work.
“Y’both need a shower and an exorcism.” he mutters, but his smirk is unmissable as he approaches the two of you.
“Rafe!! you’re spoiling it!!” Wheezie groans, groaning even harder when he kisses you with too much deepness for the sight of a child present.
“Disgusting.” she whines, going over to the mirror to fix her sparkly purple lip gloss.
“You need a makeover too!” you tease at Rafe, eyes sparkling with that rare but exciting daringness. Wheezie sparks up at that, giggling and tossing a blue tutu at him. He dodges it with a scowl.
“Not a chance.” he murmurs sternly, flicking your nose tauntingly.
He glances at the stupidly sexy bunny ears on your head- yeah, definitely saving those for later.
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He slips out from your tight arms slowly as to not wake you, groaning as the moonlight penetrating through the blinds hits his half lidded eyes.
You feel the loss of weight at your side instantly, arms instinctively reaching out for him. “where y’going.” you mumble, voice all soft and delicate from sleep, eyes still closed.
“Take a leak, that alright?” he grumbles, sliding a hand over his face as he stands. you whine, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with your fist. “you’re gonna take so long!” you half whisper, half shout.
“don’t be a baby.” he snaps, but even so, you’re right behind him, sliding your hand into his as he guides you through the stark hallway. your little feet pad on the cold hardwood floor until you finally reach the bathroom, and Rafe doesn’t bother to turn the light on.
“Can i have my hand?” he mutters, you giggle quietly as you take your hand away from his, practically falling asleep against the doorframe as you wait for him to pee.
“Can’t even fuckin’ piss without you clingin’ to me.” he murmurs harshly, but he doesn’t mind really, he thrives off the fact you can’t even sleep without him next to you.
Your head rests against the doorway, hair an endearing mess of bows and clips and tangles, droopy eyes fixed on the large outline of his cock in the darkness.
Finally he finishes, footsteps heavy as he makes his way toward you, grabbing your wrist lightly. “bedtime bunny.”
You nod sleepily, holding your arms up at him like a needy child. he groans but picks you up anyway, carrying you back to bed while you cling to him like a monkey.
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softdom!rafe being overprotective when bunny!reader helps Wheezie with boy problems…⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The ice cream parlour is just the right amount of busy, kids running around and teenagers mingling. You and Wheezie had pleaded for Rafe to take you here, and now, the two of you were giggling over gossip and ice cream flavours. He on the other hand, was slumped next to you on his phone, secretly enjoying your excitement, but overall a depressing spoil sport.
You’re sucking on your spoon, oblivious and happy. Wheezie had quietened, and you’d noticed the way she’d been staring at a rowdy table not far from yours. A small but loud group of boys, one in particular catching her gaze.
You furrow your brows curiously. you nudge her softly, smiling playfully.
“What’s his name?” you whisper teasingly, humoured by the way her cheeks flush at your annoyingly sharp insight. She sighs.
“Marcus.” in the quietest whisper.
“That’s cute!” you giggle, but she rolls her eyes at you.
“Who’s Marcus?” Rafe grumbles, suddenly interested in conversation.
Wheezie freezes, as do you, before you burst into little nervous giggles, winning you a sharp kick under the table from the very flushed girl. “Hey!” you yelp, but Rafe isn’t humoured. “Wheezie.” he commands, no room for defiance or distractions.
“A boy.” she huffs, avoiding eye contact.
“A boy that she’s gonna go speak to!” you plead, prodding her arm tauntingly, earning a small smile from her.
“Nobody’s speakin’ to no-one.” Rafe mutters, arms crossed as he leans against the table.
Wheezie sighs again, slumping in her seat, arms crossed and lips pouted. “He probably thinks i’m weird anyway.” she mumbles.
Rafe barks a laugh at that, serving him a spoon flying at his head from you. “Be nice.” you whine, but his smirk doesn’t falter, instead he raises his hands in a taunting, mocking surrender.
You roll your eyes, turning back to Wheez, gaze softening. “If he thinks you’re weird, then he’s the weird one.” your voice is soft, encouraging, at least it’s encouraging enough to send her in his direction. Rafe shoots you a look, it could’ve been disgust, but it also could’ve been silent admiration, either way, the boy looks star struck.
You squeal when she reaches his table, all tension dropping when the boy meets her with a friendly smile, stepping away from his friends to greet her. You sink into Rafe’s side, hugging his arm, all giggly and excited. “Isn’t that so cute!?”
“It’s disgusting.” he scoffs, but you choose to ignore his negativity, still all bubbly with anticipation and awe. He slips his arm around your waist, and despite his fake disinterest, you can see the way his eyes aren’t straying from that boys table, his jaw tightening when he notes the boy laughing, stepping too close for his liking.
You gasp, tapping Rafe when the two get closer, the boys hand landing on her arm as they laugh, you let out small squeals at the adorable innocence of it all. “Rafey-!”
“Hey, no touchin’!“ He shouts from across the parlour, sending a streak of silence to fall upon the once loud chatter and clinking of glasses. It’s the kind of silence that drags, the stares burning into the two of you but Rafe doesn’t seem to care one bit. You nearly die, never mind Wheezie, whose face turns from excitement to a horrified flush of red.
“Oh god.” you squeak.
The car ride home is silent, as one would imagine, but Rafe isn’t having it.
“No boys fuckin’ pervin on my little sister? Y’got that?”
In bed later that night, Rafe’s lay between your legs, watching Top Gun on his phone whilst you play with his hair. The atmosphere is cool with a sweet intimate breeze, but you can’t help but think of what happened.
“Don’t you think you went a little hard on Wheez?” you whisper, hands working gently in his sandy blonde hair.
He barely pays any mind, “She’ll live.” he grunts, eyes zeroed in on his phone.
“Yeah, but-“ you start, but he gives you no room to debate with him. He groans, closing his phone and turning to you, resting on his elbow. “Fine.” he snaps, but his gaze softens when he catches your expression, all mopey and soft.
He swipes a calloused hand over his face, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I’ll make it up.” he mutters, eyes shut briefly as the words he speaks basically pain him.
You smile, sweet and satisfied, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Rafey!”
“Yeah yeah.” he scoffs in dismissal, but pulls you in anyway, kissing you with a deepness that makes you squeal and wriggle into him with little happy giggles.
i have a request for autistic reader if you’re interested?! reader being on the verge of a meltdown/coming out of one and needing deep pressure to help her calm down. maybe he starts by squeezing her hands and when thy doesn’t work he tries to hug her tightly instead and in the end the only thing that works is him lying on top of her🤗🤗feel free to ignore this if you don’t like it! i’m autistic myself and have lots of ideas for fics hehe
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autistic!reader x softdom!rafe
Authors note: I am not trying to infantilise autism! i just simply want people to feel seen and heard.
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Warnings: majority fluff (we lovee) crying, overstimulation.
Your bike is a faded pink from the sun, screeching lightly as you stop in front of Tannyhill. it’s looks out of place in comparison to Rafe’s dark BMW parked lazily at the large front gate, the overly fancy, pearly white steps and perfectly tamed greenery surrounding the entrance.
You set it down gently, sniffling before you even make it into the house.
Tannyhill is nothing short of a safe space for you, a place that you could feel any emotion unapologetically without public stares. You’d been suppressing the feeling of dread that had been plaguing you all day, sweaty palms and an undeniable sinking feel in your chest- it had been too much public interaction, closing crowds in the town, then someone had bumped into you. A man, followed by his rowdy group of friends. It was small, hard but still somewhat subtle, but the way they laughed when you flinched, exchanging looks and shouting crude comments as they passed.
“ y‘better watch where you’re going bitch.”
The door clicks behind you as you walk in, lacking your usual playful skip or whistly saunter.
Your breath is already heavy, eyes glassy and cheeks damp. Your little mary jane’s pad on the marble floors as you search for Rafe; first the dining room, then his room, then the balcony where you usually found him smoking a joint. but to no avail.
It’s only when you hear his voice, loud and amused from his father’s study, that you whimper slightly, just at the thought of his presence being close. His words get clearer as you get closer, you stop at the doorway when you approach, despite the way you had been longing for him the whole day.
“Holy shit.” he chuckles deeply, phone held up to his ear as he paces his office absentmindedly in conversation. You’re small in the doorway, leant against the side, lip trembling, and tears falling before you can stop them.
He spots you instantly, your indescribable sweet perfume too fragrant and familiar to miss. He turns, smiling before catching your expression. His expression darkens, smirk falling faster then it had appeared.
“Yo Top, I’m gonna have to go.” He doesn’t wait for a response, Toppers muffled voice cutting out as he throws the phone to the desk.
He’s by your side in two strides, hands on your cheeks. “Baby, what happened?” his voice is deep and concerned, but the way he sounds like he’s already ready to punch someone for you is horrifyingly comforting.
You shake your head, unable to answer. You fall into his chest, hands over your face, knees practically buckling.
“Come sit baby.” he commands gently, pulling you over to the living room and out of the cold study, still wrapped up tight in his arms somehow.
He pulls you till you’re in his lap on the beige leather couch, arms tight around your waist. “Y’gotta tell me whats wrong.”
His voice is low, but you can’t concentrate.
You felt like you were going to pass out, but not in the dizzy way, just the way your body felt limp and numb, like you had no control, no pressure holding you down to earth.
You sniffle, pulling back. “C-can you just hold me please?” you mumble, eyes closed as you concentrate on what you’re trying to explain.
His brows furrow, but his eyes soften. “Sure baby.” he mutters, already pulling you back into him, arms tight around you. It’s like a momentary relief, to feel so tight and squished against him, but it’s not enough.
You sob again, too exhausted and upset, but it’s not helping. You pull back again, looking up at him desperately. “No like-“ you close your eyes, whining softly. “Tight.” you felt horribly indirect, but you didn’t know how to word it, how to describe to him what it was like to not even know what you wanted yourself.
He nods, trying to understand, hand on your cheek. “I don’t wanna hurt you baby-“ he whispers, but you shake your head, sobbing again.
“I don’t care, y- you won’t.”
He nods again, taking your noticeably trembling hands in his, he squeezes tightly, but still, not tight enough. He watches your every reaction, the way you’re still sobbing, tears falling and lips pouted. He pulls you into him again, your head under his chin, tanged legs deadweight on his thighs.
His arms are strong, grounding but it’s still not fixing the aching like discomfort that won’t go away. “Better?” he whispers hopefully into your hair, neck straining to see your face.
You sit up, hands clinging desperately to his neck. you shake your head, eyes flickering to a close. “Oh baby-“ he mutters, holding your waist, stroking the hair from your eyes.
He knew that you couldn’t calm down like most people did, but now, he felt totally helpless. “What can I-“ he hesitates, you sniffle.
“Lay on me.” you say, pulling at his neck, his brows furrow, but he lets you pull him down gently. “I’ll hurt you-“ he mutters nervously, you don’t speak.
It’s only when he finally lands on you with a grunt that a wave of comfort and warmth fills the overwhelmingly empty void- his broad weight all warm and crushing.
You sigh instantly, all shaky and whiny. You don’t dare move your legs from beneath him, your small uneasy body completely covered by his muscly limbs. You stay quiet for a moment, simply to taking in the way the pressure against your body evens out as he sinks into you further.
“Better.” you hum into his neck, still sniffly but overall calmer.
“Yeah?” he replies breathily, eyes closing and nose all nuzzled in your hair, the sweet, strawberry scent of your shampoo filling his nose like it always does.
He caresses your cheek with his thumb, but you pull away with gentle defiance. you were too overwhelmed for anything else right now, still recovering from your meltdown. “Not yet.” you whisper, eyes closed as you revel in the ecstasy of relief, just his body on yours. He chuckles quietly, “Alright baby.”
Later, you’re practically asleep beneath him, nuzzling into his neck absentmindedly with little sniffles and hiccups. He’s melted into you, satisfied with whatever silent exchange this was. this wasn’t about him, but he was humoured by how much he had started to understand your quirks, especially by the way you were both joined in an almost sync like state of peacefulness and bodily warmth. It was like helping you helped him in ways he’d never admit.
HIHIII IM THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THE TOURETTES!READER x RAFE FIC!! i loved it sm i can even rn AAAAHH 😭😭 - can u write a fic where the reader has an overstimulating day and rafe notices and gives her head to make her feel better and her tics “magically” go away?? ur writing is so well done and sorry im a freak for ts
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softdom!rafe x tourettes!reader
Warnings: head (female receiving), some fluff, teasing, fingers in mouth.
Authors note: you can never have enough smut on this page >.< !! thank you dearly for the request anon, keep them cominggg!
You’re sat on the couch, all nuzzled in a knit blanket, your favorite ‘friends’ coffee mug in two hands. you’re blowing on the swirly brown liquid gently, eyes wide as you get lost in an old disney movie that you’ve rewatched about a hundred times whenever you’re feeling down.
Rafe walks in, lips twitching up in a smirk and eyes softening as he sees you all small and warm in the middle of the large couch. he also notes your small, subtle tics, more frequent in sequence than usual. it’s weird, it’s like an uncontrollable hint on how you’re feeling.
He doesn’t make a big entrance, he comes to the back of the couch, leaning down and kissing your cheek deeply. you flinch, giggling quietly but it doesn’t reach your eyes. it makes him give you an overly observant look, but he doesn’t question it now. “Coffee?” he asks curiously, eyes zeroing in on your little mug.
You shake your head absentmindedly. “Hot chocolate.”
He smirks again at that, jumping over to sit next to you. you flinch again, holding your mug tighter. “Rafe!” you squeak, head twitching as you look at him. His chuckle subsides, smiling small. “Sorry baby.”
His eyebrows furrow, noting your whole demeanour; the comfort movie playing, your tension, the way your lips are pouting in that undeniably cute but moody way that you cant control.
Your head twitches again, nose scrunching.
“Y’kay sweetheart?” he grunts, you feel his sharp gaze now. you turn, rolling your eyes subtly, he’s in one of those moods. the type of mood where he was so annoyingly concerned about you, like you could break at any moment. or maybe it was you, in all fairness, you had been in a shitty mood all day.
“fine.” you answer, voice small and so over it. your head twitches again, fingers tightening around your coffee to stop you spilling it.
“Fine.” he repeats as if testing it. he groans, pulling himself closer till he’s completely crowding your space. “Y’being a brat sweetheart?”
It’s a small tease in attempt to cheer you up, his voice dripping with the smirk that he couldn’t stop appearing on his lips. but it’s your breaking point. you don’t look at him, don’t react, just sit there all pretty, pouting and annoyed.
“Hey, hey, i was js’jokin with you.” he mutters, smirk fading, hand coming to your cheek. but your nose scrunches again, hand splaying around your mug till it falls to your chest in an almost flinch like matter. it’s small, but enough to make your shirt slightly sheer with the warm liquid of your once loved hot chocolate. “Noo!” you whine, eyes already glassy with tears. he grabs it before it can tilt any further, placing it on the ground. “Shit, my bad baby.” he mutters, but you’re eyes are lost, overwhelmed and annoyed with a hidden sadness.
“You had a bad day?” he asks, eyes concerned as he leans up. you finally give in, nodding gently as you look down at the soaked shirt. he sighs, pulling at it.
“Let’s get this off, yeah?” his tone is concerned, but matched with an equally plotting tone that he can’t control. you let him pull it off, whimpering gently.
“This was my favourite shirt.” you whine quietly, it was your favourite shirt, (obviously his, oversized and reeking of his cologne).
“It’ll wash baby.” he chuckles, pulling it over your head. your bra underneath is white and lacy, a little bow in the centre that he thought was cute.
You watch him, nose still scrunching, head twitching, eyes sad and wide. he throws the shirt, tilting his head before holding his arms out for you. it isn’t an offer, but a command. you’re still sniffly, but happy to do so, crawling into his lap in nothing but tiny pink plaid pj shorts and that lacy white bra.
He cradles you, your head under his chin. “What happened sweetheart?” he mutters into your hair, stroking your back. you shake your head, stubborn and sad. “Just a bad day?” he whispers now, voice deep and patient. you nod this time, pulling away to look at him.
He strokes your cheek with his thumb, smiling. he hated when you were sad, but a small (not so small) part of him loved when you relied on him, crawled into his lap like he was your only way out of a bad mood.
your nose scrunches again.
“You want me to cheer you up baby?” his voice is somehow deeper, rough with an underlying thought. you, oblivious, nod, smiling playfully. he chuckles, kissing your forehead, laying another one on your jaw, then your neck. you twitch, giggling.
Then, his hand cups your jaw, he kisses your neck, sloppy and teasing. you giggle again, head twitching away from him. he groans, grabbing you tight and spinning you to your back.
Your head hits the cushions, you’re flustered for a moment, but then start giggling again. “Shhhh baby.” his hand comes over your mouth, another coming to your shorts. his finger hooks over the top, tugging at it tauntingly.
You giggle, it’s muffled by his hand, but when his finger grazes your hip, you pause, which makes him laugh this time, dark and satisfied. “Good girl.”
For the first time that day, you’re completely still, anticipating the next events. when he finally pulls down your little shorts, his eyes reel at the sight of you all bare and vulnerable.
He kisses your thigh, you nearly bite his hand at the teasing feeling, already getting worked up with impatience. “You’re so beautiful.” he groans deeply, looking up at you for a moment before he’s completely between your legs.
His mouth is everywhere, lips kissing your now aching clit, tongue flicking against your entrance. your lips part, and when he notices, he slips two fingers into the warmth of your mouth.
He grazes the back of your tongue, his own tongue working in swift motions on your now soaked pussy. you mumble against his fingers, a half moan, half stifled plead for more. he chuckles again, the moment so brief before he makes contact with you again.
His free hand grabs your thigh, pulling it to the side with such rough need that it makes you whimper again.
Without any warning, he moves his hand, slipping two fingers into your entrance in alarming pace, feeling your tight, gummy walls around his slender fingers.
Your head tips back, hands hitting his shoulders as you desperately reach for support. He curls his fingers inside of you, practically making you scream with pleasure and pain.
He doesn’t dare move until he has you completely undone, making you moan his name when his fingers finally release from your mouth and entrance.
“Rafey!” you mumble, hands tangling in his messy hair. he kisses your clit, tongue soaking up all your cum like it was gold.
“feelin’ better?” he slurs, smirking with that stupid confidence of his. you nod anyway, head tilting back as you catch your breath.
“Idiot.” you mumble playfully, breathless and sickly sweet.
He comes up, kissing you so deeply that you can taste yourself on his tongue. “Your idiot.” he mumbles, all smiles and ego.
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hihiii!! I read ur autistic!reader x rafe Cameron fic and really felt seen as I have some of the traits. as a person w Tourette’s syndrome I rarely see any tourettes!reader x rafe fics - would you be down to write one of rafe comforting them while they have a tic attack?
tourettes!reader having a tic attack in front of softdom!Rafe. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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(I love my tourettes guys and girlies and anyone else in between, i hope you find this post respectful and not damaging in any way shape or form!!)
Rafe notices as soon as you walk into Tannyhill- the way your shoulders are tense, lip pouted, hands fidgeting at your sides.
He straightens up from the counter, dropping his phone down with a lazy thud as it hits the white marble. “Hey baby.” his voice deep and upbeat as he tests your mood.
When you reply with a small, “Hi”, voice all quiet and exasperated, he walks over, sliding his arms around your waist and pulling you close. he places a kiss into your hair, the sugary strawberry scent of your favourite shampoo filling his nose. it makes him smile. but it’s the way your voice is shrunken, lacking your usual playful, bubbly tone and uncontrollable excitement over nothing that concerns him.
“y’day okay?” he mutters, brows furrowing when you don’t melt into him like you usually would, your hands still restless at your sides. you nod simply, pulling away with a guilty gentleness, your keys jingle as you place them onto the counter next to his phone, your little ladybug keychains all noisy and clinky. he can see the way you clench you hands together, suppressing your movements.
In truth, you’d been surpressing your tics all day. it was a brunch with your friends, a few other girls you didn’t know had joined. your tics didn’t bother you that much, they were normal to you, but the way those strange girls blatantly giggled at the noises you made.. it caused a deep shame to rise in the pit of your tummy. they weren’t polite, awkward little laughs, they were poorly concealed and taunting. it made you feel like you were back in highschool, surrounded by immature people who were too ignorant to know why you twitched, made noises or ‘distracted’ a silent classroom.
His eyes trail over you, you let out a whiny, high pitched noise, a usual tic of yours- but it’s the way it sounds relieved, shaky and desperate that only fuels his solicitude.
You’re taking your jacket off, distracting yourself with the shopping bags sprawled on the floor at your feet. you’re shaking, so slight that a normal person wouldn’t have noticed, but rafe does.
He walks over, he’s almost angry. he hates the way you shut him out, hold things in till you physically can’t. he crouches down to where you’re struggling with the mess of new clothes and heels, grabbing your chin gently. “Baby talk to me.” his voice is firm, gentle enough to soothe you, but it’s not a question. your neck jerks, not purposefully, face falling from his grasp. you squeak, sniffling as you stand up. “I’m fine.” your hand hits your chest, its small tics like that, that start to escalate. you’re finding it harder to hold them back now, despite your want not to.
Those girls had gotten into your head, the anxiety, tension, held back tics? it all counted up, and you were grasping at the strength to carry on holding back, stay to your definition of ‘strong.’
He breathes out patiently, standing back up. he towers over you now, contradictory to his soft, low crouch before you. you avoid his gaze, small whistles and hums catching in your throat. his hand grazes your back, making you jump.
You move, trying to distract yourself with anything. you’re desperate for a way out, but the attack is coming and you know it. your hands shake, mind distant and barely noticing as Rafe tries to speak to you, centre you, ground you.
You’re at the sink, rinsing cups you had left out that morning, breathing quickening. “Sweetheart, y’gotta tell me what’s going on-“ you drop a mug, you flinch as it clatters to the sink. he’s at your side, pausing instantly. the tics unveiling uncontrollably as the last straw hits.
You’re whistling, short and abrupt, hand slapping your shoulder and uncomfortable hums continuously sounding from your pouted lips. “Baby?” he asks, stepping forward.
“Nope- nope.” you mumble, neck jerking to the side. he’d seen you tic continuously before, little built up outpours when you got too excited or happy. but it had never been like this, so uncomfortable for you, distressing and frantic.
“W-what happened sweetheart?” his voice is soothing, but overwhelming. you’re crying, trying to walk away, but he takes your arm gently. you shake your head, unable to speak. he gets the hint, crouching down before you once again.
He’s practically your height even on his knees, hands coming to your waist to attempt to calm you. “Can you look at me?” voice ever so gentle. “Can you do that for me baby?”
It takes struggle, hands fidgety and your little hums and whines following eachother in a rapid sequence. he doesn’t know what to do but be present. you finally look down at him, eyes glassy and desperate.
He sighs in relief when you finally meet his gaze. “What happened today?” he whispers, he’s angry, but not at you. you shake your head again, unable to communicate. your neck jerks again, you’re shouting little “no, no” ‘s continuously.
He stands up, taking your head in his hands to stop the jerking. his grip isn’t tight, just soft and grounding. he mutters a breathy “okay.” more to himself than you, caressing your right cheek with his thumb. “Y’gonna breathe with me, alright?” you nod, fist hitting your chest.
He nods with you, breathing in deeply. you copy him the best you can, shaky and panicked. “Out.” he whispers, breathing out slowly. this time, your breathing is more calmed, still shaky but equally soothed.
You whistle again, eyes closing briefly. your head movements have stopped, only your hands twitching now.
He takes that opportunity to pull you in, arms wrapping around your shoulders and head resting on top yours. you finally sink into him, sobs muffled into his chest. his eyes flicker to a close as he hears your cries. “You did good baby, okay?” he mutters into your hair, stroking your back.
He pulls back just enough to see your face, calloused hand coming to your face. he wipes your tears with his thumb. you hum again, body jerking, but it’s more of a flinch, less intense.
“They were laughing at me.” you mumble when you meet his eyes, hands shaking and body small with sadness. he crumbles, not weakening, but tensing. his anger rises once again, jaw clenching but he bites his tongue.
He pulls you back in instantly, holding you tight into his chest. his expression is cold above you, but his arms soothing and warm.
Later, he makes you explain it in detail, holding your hand as you retrace the steps of your shitty day. your in his lap, tics still coming every now and again, but you’re calmed, swaddled in the warmth of his chest and a silky smooth blanket.
He kisses your forehead, hand on your cheek, finger swiping under your eyes even though you had stopped crying. “I’ll make sure no one makes you feel that way again baby.” he mutters, cradling you in his broad arms, tense with rage and but at the same time, so possessive that it makes you feel secure.
Two nerds in love!! bunny!reader x nerdy!rafe intro °❀.ೃ࿔* +saying “i love you” for the first time during intimacy!!
Warnings!: smut; p in v, sub!rafe, praise, very fluffy :3, etc. banners aren’t mine!!
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Your relationship wasn’t completely odd, just…unexpected.
Bunny!reader is a bubbly girl, but a complete hidden nerd on the inside. we’re talking stacks of sci-fi/fantasy books lining her bright pink bedroom walls, funko pops of all her fav movie characters, anime debates on reddit. on the outside, you could’ve guessed her to be the stereotypical daddy’s money brat- all frills and freshly manicured nails. but really? she’s all niche podcasts and sparkly, bedazzled x-box controllers.
Nerd!rafe is exactly how he looks- glasses and a cheesy, shy smile. he’s bashful about his impressive comic collection, star wars dvds and extravagant lego sets.
bunny!reader isn’t exactly shy, she’s popular in every clique- partying, gossiping with the rich girls, geeking over new anime movies, nerding out over biology with the library kids.
nerd!rafe tends to stick to himself, just him, his three close friends, and his gorgeous little girlfriend that he still blushes around like he has a childish crush on her (he does).
You’re in his dorm as usual, white knee high socks and a tiny blue blouse. your little legs are kicking absentmindedly in the air as you read from your textbook. Rafe comes in from his study group session, placing his satchel over his chair neatly. you turn, giving him that familiar, sweet smile that makes him melt. you’ve been together for just under a year, yet, he’s still so shy with you. you’re his first girlfriend after all.
He closes the distance slowly, carefully as if approaching a spooked animal, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “How was your study session lovey?” you ask softly, looking into his eyes with nothing other than gentleness.
He smiles shyly, muttering a small “good.”, his eyes darting to your lips. you don’t notice of course, you weren’t exactly the best at catching social cues.. He had barely seen you all day, palming himself in philosophy when he got a hard-on just at the thought of you in his bed, the realisation that he couldn’t leave class to be with you was suffocating. the expression on his face was priceless when he realised what was happening in his pants, snapping at his friend when he gave an amused look.
All that built up tension, and he finally had you to himself, in the privacy of his own dorm- but he still struggled with the fear of initiating any physical contact, despite your promises that you didn’t mind at all. he’s a total softie, submissive as fuck unless you beg for him to be rough, even then he’s still cautious of hurting you.
You were more used to affection than he was, sexual tension or anything intimate- but him? a total nun, but it only makes you love him more. the way his body reacts to every subtle touch you give him, how his breath hitches when you kiss him. it makes you giggle like a little girl whenever he turns a bright, beet red, pulling a pillow over his lap whenever your hands linger too long on his body.
He clears his throat, sitting up nervously. “How was your day?” as soon as he asks, you start rambling about your annoyingly dense physics professor, clique drama, etc. he tries to listen, he really does, but the way you’re completely oblivious to what he’s going through is killing him. his half hard cock pulsing in his pants, the shame still lingering as he recalls how flustered the simple thought of you had gotten him.
You stop talking, his brows furrow when he realises you had asked him a question- his mind was too elsewhere to have heard it. “Rafey are you even listening?” you whine, turning to lay on your side as you face him fully. the sight of your curvy, small body against his bed, the way your little skirt barely covers your ass due to the way you’re sat.. he’s like a damn dog in heat.
He nods, eyelids fluttering closed as he breathes out- trying to focus. you’re starting to catch the hint now, eyes flicking to his obvious hard on that he couldn’t hide. you giggle instantly, moving closer till you’re on your knees in front of him. “d’you want something lovey?” you practically purr, tone sweet and taunting. he can’t help the groan that catches in his throat.
You’re slightly above him as you stay on your knees- meaning his wide blue eyes flicker up your body, eyes landing on you, looking up- nothing if not yearning, silent and hopeful. he hesitates, before shaking his head, trying to brush it off. “I- im fine bunny, just finish your work.” he mutters, not able to hold your gaze.
You place your hand on his jaw, lifting it up so he’s looking back at you. you can’t help but smile at the way his cheeks flush, glasses slightly askew. “you can tell me if you want something.” you mumble in a happy giggle. his jaw clenches, hand coming over his crotch with a cruel slowness, in hope that you wouldn’t notice his fully hard boner. (you did)
Sex wasn’t completely rare for the two of you. but you both had nerdy interests. the two to you spent most nights building lego, watching youtube minecraft videos till you fall asleep. but now? both of your needs had joined in almost a sync, his cosy, perfectly organised dorm turning into a warm, intimate setting in mere moments. the change of atmosphere didn’t help the already strong desires swirling through his mind.
Slowly, your hand trails onto his fly, unzipping it just to test for a reaction. his hardness is firm and twitching beneath you. “You know i’ll make you feel good if you just ask.” you mumble softly, tone very matter of fact, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. Rafe already struggled with mustering up the courage to hold your hand in public, let alone ask for intimacy.
He hums an intoxicated reply, eyes flicking away from you briefly before they come back up- wide and needy. you give a little laugh, hands coming up to his neck as you lean in with teasing closeness. “Just ask for it baby, use your words.” you whisper, he hums again, hanging onto your every word.
He clears his throat again, fixing his glasses, tongue darting out to wet his lips before speaking. “I- i want you.” the words are a stuttering mess- the timid tone so contradictory on his deep, manly voice. you give him a small kiss on his cheek, as if already apologising beforehand. you were gonna make him spell out exactly what he wanted, torture him till you gave him every desire and more.
“I know baby, but what else?” you answer, trying to hide the lingering tone of teasing that you can’t control. you scooch forward slightly, landing in his lap, legs straddled around him. he breathes hard out his nose, tongue pressing into his cheek but he’s completely wrecked with anticipation.
“I want you to-“ he starts, but you kiss his neck with mocking slowness, just to hear his breath hitch. you hum, a sign for him to continue. “I- i want you to make me feel good.” he finally finishes, letting out a shaky breath as he finally manages to communicate.
You stop with the kisses as soon as he speaks- lifting your head up to meet his eyes. you give him a smile that is nothing short of praise, sweet and satisfied. “Alright.”
The bed creaks as you sink down on top of him- stifling a sweet, breathy moan. but he has less self-control, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he groans deeply. “Oh bunny-“ he whimpers, looking up at your tiny body above him that’s getting used to his undeniably large length.
“I know sweet boy.” you mumble, hands bracing yourself on his chest as you take another inch with carefulness.
It doesn’t take long before you’re grinding back and forth- his hands finally finding you waist as he helps lift you up and down against his gurthy, veiny cock that’s practically swimming in his own pre-cum and your sweet, slippery juices.
He groans again, moans falling from your parted lips. “s’this okay?” he mumbles, eyes never straying from your face as he watches every little reaction you make. he’s searching for pain, fear or overstimulation anywhere on your flushed face. even completely wrecked beneath you, he’s still checking that you’re alright.
You nod quickly, “yesyesyesyes.” you whine, making him smile a little, feeling some sense of pride at the sounds that his shaft are causing you to make. you’re wearing your white, knee high socks, blouse still tight on your perky chest. your skirt and panties are quite obviously discarded, though perfectly folded on the bedside cabinet. the act of discarding clothes had been rushed, but it was unlike Rafe to not be thorough.
“Take my shirt off baby.” you plead with a whimper, hips bucking when his thrusts from beneath you hit the perfect gummy spot inside of you. “y’sure-?” you cut him off before he can finish, nodding profusely. “Yes Rafey.”
He starts at top, most buttons were already undone, your titties already practically popping out. he finally gets it undone, letting you shrug it off till it falls behind you. he groans again at the sight of you, completely bare beside those pretty little socks.
He almost finishes right there and then, but he forces himself to hold on longer, seeing just how much you’re enjoying his length like the needy little angel you are. “A-am i doing good sweetheart?” he asks, he wasn’t looking for praise, but he was genuinely just concerned- always ready to put your pleasure before his. you nod, tipping your head back as you near an orgasm. “sososososo good my boy.” you whine, body snapping forward to kiss him.
The kiss is sloppy, he grunts into it, hips grinding against you whilst you take a momentary break. one hand comes from your waist, cupping your cheek with such gentlemanly softness it makes you whine sweetly. when you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath- his gaze lacks darkness. his expression is pure yearning, eyes wide with pleasure. you start to move your hips again, every sound is slippy and sharp.
He groans deeply suddenly, not cumming yet, but so so close. it’s when you take his full length, a shock of pleasure shooting through him that he didn’t even know was humanly possible. “Oh-“ his head tilts back- your legs shake around him. he groans, deep, high on pleasure. “I love you.” he exclaims, his voice is shaky, desperate and whiny. his eyes are flickering back, mouth open.
You freeze, eyes widening and breath hitching. he tenses instantly, eyes snapping open as he realises what he’s just said. You’d always ended texts with little ‘love you’s’, he sent hearts and kisses- but never this, not so raw, not so intimate and real.
“I-“ but he’s completely speechless, hips slowly stopping beneath you, hands freezing on your waist and cheek. your eyebrows furrow; gaze softening.
“I love you.” you reply without a second thought, the whole world coming to a pause. the horrible feeling of dread that had formed in his stomach, vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. he smiles, a real smile. authentic and so relieved.
He pulls you into a kiss, the two of you laughing softly at the whole exchange.
Your hips start moving just as quick as before, the two of you cumming in unison and collapsing into a sweaty, sweet mess of love and limbs.
Later, the two of you are cuddled in matching spider-man pjs, 1996 star trek appearing on his laptop. you’re lay on his chest, caressing his cheek softly and tangling your legs with him. he’s half asleep, cradling you with an extraordinary gentleness. this whole night is a high he’ll crave again and again, probably in philosophy.
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𑣲he’s my white feather hawk tail deer hunter..𝜗𝜚˚⋆࿔
he can ride me around on his john deer mower *meow* ;3
dom!rafe making autistic!reader order for herself: ღ⊹ ⋰∵
warnings: majority fluff! heavy ddlg themes, praise, kissing, head (female receiving).
top pictures from @vanilla-moon19 !!
It starts with little things, Rafe answering strangers for you if they ever asked you for directions, ordering for you on dates- till it turned into something much more frequent. when someone asked for your name, you would look up at him to answer, every public interaction involved him speaking for you. it wasn’t a conscious decision on your behalf, just Rafe being Rafe. he babied you too much, then used it against you in arguments. but he’d never let you escape the vulnerability he held you in- it was intoxicating, having you rely on him for even simple tasks. he needed you to need him.
He also knew how you got in public, tuning out any interactions that aren’t necessary, the loud noises, the way people walk to close. he’s your protector, and you’re his little girl.
Till one day, you two are strolling down the street on Melvards, right by the beach. you’re licking on a strawberry ice cream Rafe had gotten you, he wipes your mouth every time you make a sticky mess, the pink creaminess melting down your small hand. you’re skipping, him sauntering behind you with his usual tense, intimidating demeanour. he was more like a bodyguard than your boyfriend.
You stop before a cute, little coffee shop- little cake pops and pastries in the window. your doe eyes widen, you turn to Rafe instantly, excitement written all over your flushed face. “Pleaseee!!” you look like a little kid seeing a puppy, bouncing up and down with nothing but hopefulness.
The man of steel, ‘Kook King’, yet a flash of puppy eyes and a sweet smile and he was weak, it was almost impossible to say no to you when you looked like..that.
He nods slowly, rolling his eyes, already carrying three shoe bags from three different heel stores. “One condition though sweetheart.” he purrs, already anticipating your reaction. You’re still bouncing up and down, nodding quickly.
“Y’gotta order for yourself.” his words hit a low blow of anxiety in the pit of your tummy. your face crumples slightly, head tilting. he tuts, “ ‘gotta do something for yourself sometime angelface.” he retorts to your expression. you furrow your brows at him, shaking your head in denial.
He scoffs, coming closer, lips by your right ear. “You’ll get something nice later if you can do it.” his voice is deep, teasing and lustful, but you don’t read it right. you bounce up and down again. “More ice cream?” you exclaim. he just chuckles, low and dark.
“Sure baby, if that’s what you want.”
Inside the shop, it’s exactly how you imagined it, pastels, plants, bows and intricate golden cutlery. It’s a girls pinterest board. you’re still twitching with excitement, forcing Rafe to hold your ice cream as you look around. He pulls you back into the line gently when it’s finally your turn- mumbling a little soft encouragement when you squeak into his side in nervousness.
“You’re a big girl baby, you can do it.”
You approach the counter, eyes wide as you wait for the woman to turn to you. When she does, you freeze up, but Rafe gives you a little push.
“I like your nails!!” you exclaim, noticing the workers little ladybug nails against the wooden counter. It’s not exactly the usual script when ordering coffee, but it’s close enough.
The woman, a sweet, whimsy looking woman in her thirty’s, name tag that says Tracy, smiles deeply. “Well thank you sweetheart! What can I get for you?” you ease up now, feeling comfortable around the not so strange stranger.
“A caramel frappe with the little chocolate thingys on top please!” you say sweetly, barely needing to sink into Rafe’s side for comfort. The woman nods, still smiling.
“Of course! Cash or card honey?” Rafe hands you his black card without a second thought, and you hand it to Tracy politely.
When she turns to make it, you look up at Rafe, eyes wide and satisfied with yourself. He places a soft kiss on your nose, he wasn’t really one for cheesy pda, but when you deserved it? he didn’t hesitate.
You leave the store with your caramel frappe, and two free cake pops that you got from your pure sweetness. Rafe lets you have both.
“Rafey?” you mumble, frosting smudged around your strawberry-glossed lips. he turns to you, smirking as he wipes your mouth. “Yes baby?”
“Do I get ice cream now?” you ask innocently, remembering his previous promise. he chuckles, low and raspy.
“Oh baby, you get something much sweeter.”
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Tannyhill is light and airy, your shared bedroom even lighter as you practically float into the air from pleasure. Rafe is between your legs- you’re in nothing but your new heels that he made you model for him. baby pink with a chunky heel- they click together when your thighs squeeze around his head. This was his ‘something sweeter’, a little reward for your big girl act today.
“You did such a good job today bunny.” he mutters, tongue teasing your clit with no restraint. you moan, sweet, whiny sounds that make everything worth it for him. his eats like a man starved, like your cum was heroin and he’d do anything to get it.
“This is better than ice cream!” you whimper innocently, making him laugh, but he goes right back to sucking and biting softly at your slick cunt.
“Such a good girl.” when you come into his mouth.
Bunny!reader *distracting* nerd!rafe whilst he tries to tutor her…ღ⊹⋰∵
Warnings: submissive rafe, teasing, fluff!! kissing.
amazing themed dividers from @vrtualseraph !! and @tsumiinum !!
You’re in Rafe’s dorm, sprawled on his bed in a tiny little skirt, all giggles and smiles. he’s beside you, sat uniformly with a notebook in his lap, rubbing his temples as you laugh over something silly for the 100th time today.
“Bunny, y’gotta focus.” he says softly, he was serious about studying, but you? a giggling mess, doodling over pages that were supposed to be full of equations.
Your giggles fade out, cheeks flushed pink, your sweet little smile still lingers- but you clear your throat, sitting up to try be serious. “Okay, im ready.” you say sweetly, crossing your legs childishly.
He smirks, nodding before lifting his notebook back up. "So- linear transformations, the eigenvalues, that’s this here, tell us which vectors are scaled, n- not rotated-“ he starts, diving back into the work with ease. he catches your expression, scarlet lips parted and eyes widening in confusion. He knew he got carried away with this type of thing, but your pretty little face was the perfect expression of ditzy.
He opens his mouth to speak, pushing up his glasses before stopping, smiling patiently. "Think of it like this bunny, if you want to find the exact middle of two numbers, you just add them up and split them in half."
He dumbs it down perfectly for you, but you’re still fidgeting with your sparkly rainbow pen, trying to sit still but something fidgety and uncontrollable won’t let you listen intently for longer than a minute.
He drones on, obviously passionate about the subject, but your mind drifts elsewhere. slowly, gently as to not knock his perfectly lined stationary, (ocd king), you crawl closer to him. you can’t contain the teasing, playful smile that plays on your lips- putting a hand on the notebook and pushing it down slowly so you can see his face.
He looks confused for a moment, then flustered. your back is arched, mid crawl, that stupid little skirt riding up. you’re looking up at him with innocent eyes, the type of expression that you don’t have a clue what does to him.
“Bunny-“ he mumbles, not able to hold your gaze. your brows furrow, smile widening at his bashfulness. “ ‘m listening.” you say teasingly, quite obviously not listening. he tilts his head, giving you a look, but you double down, sitting on your knees before him. “promise!” you whine sweetly, and that tone, god that tone, he can’t deny it.
He gives you one last look before looking back down at his notebook. “so, i-i did this one for you, so you’re gonna have to have a go at this one for me.” he looks up, pointing at the equation, you barely give it a second glance before nodding innocently. you barely move, but you place a hand in his crotch ‘accidentally’, to lean closer to look at the work. he grunts- breathing in sharply. “Bunny-“ he mutters, looking up at you in panicked surprise.
You hide your smile instantly, putting on your best innocent act. “What baby?” you say, taking the notebook from his hands, pulling back like you didn’t just give him a hard on with one touch.
He recollects himself quickly, fixing his glasses and sitting up. you sit criss-cross, pretending to read the work- but you can’t help the little glances, his flustered expression, the way he pulls a pillow over his lap..
He clears his throat, adams apple bobbing. you let out a little, bratty sigh, tossing the notebook between you. “can you explain that one again please?” you ask softly, voice small and fed-up with this already.
He nods instantly, happy for a distraction from whatever was happening below his pants. he starts to explain it again, ever so patient with you, barely noticing when you slip off the bed. he grunts, stopping halfway through a sentence when he feels your lips against his neck behind him.
He turns his head, only to be met with that familiar, childish smile- despite his urge to finish studying, he loved it when you looked like a little kid getting caught doing something bad. your bottom lip catches in your teeth, you pause, waiting for a reaction. “the test is worth half your grade bunny, y-y’gotta focus.”
you give him a pout, clinging to him from behind like a little monkey, resting your chin on his broad shoulder. you whine like the little bunny you are, hoping to change his mind. Rafe was lenient, not bossy unless it meant something, but now, the competition was between either studying, or the need quite obviously pulsing below the pillow covering his crotch.
he sighs, but you give him your little sparkly eyes, all doe and needing. “i don’t care about the test!” you whimper, he can’t ever say no to you, and you knew it. you plant another kiss on his neck just to test for an answer.
Rafe closes his eyes briefly, letting you kiss him, his head tips back ever so slightly, leaning against your shoulder behind him. you let out a little, content noise at his silent response. you move from behind him, arms snaking around him till your hands clasp around his neck, legs straddling around his.
You land on the pillow covering his crotch, you giggle softly before pulling it out from beneath you- you land on the hardness of his lap, sending another groan through his throat.
“bunny-“ his deep, hushed voice trails off, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. you hold him, hand intertwining with the perfectly combed strands of his hair. you giggle again, kissing his cheek like a gentle apology. “y’gotta behave yourself.” he mumbles into you, a simple hum escapes your lips, not a promise, just acknowledgement.
He lifts his head, taking your lips in a hesitant, shy kiss that makes you smile. you slip your tongue into his mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. you can feel the warmth of his cheeks, his slender fingers possessive on your waist. the notebooks lay forgotten, just passion and softness filling the room now. you rock you hips slowly, it could’ve just been simple readjusting, but he knows your games.
can u do a story of him being like insanely mean and jealous because someone dm’d reader on insta (and she didnt even reply he was being dramatic) and eventually they have like majorly rough/mean sex and she’s apologizing but he doesn’t care?
Author’s note: ur my first anonnn!! also *meow*!!!! i chose doll reader for this one, i hope you find it fitting!! 𝜗ৎ
Doll!reader x dom!rafe —— minors scroll !!!
Warnings: Extreme overstimulation, edging, fingering, unprotected p in v, angst, force, power imbalance, angry intimacy, violence (slapping during intimacy) very, very mean Rafe!! heavy cnc.
The message lights up the screen, Rafe’s eyes pulling away from whatever designer heels you were showing him.
“Who the fuck is that baby?” his voice is firm, distant as he presses on the message. you’re oblivious, the light in your eyes fading and a bratty groan escaping your perfectly glossed lips as his attention pulls away.
“I don’t know!” you whine, but he pulls the phone from your freshly manicured hands with swift ease. It’s instagram, the direct message screen opening to the man’s profile. Two messages, one a very provocative compliment, the other a question mark at your lack of response.
“What is it Rafey?” you practically whimper, trying to catch a glimpse of your phone over his broad shoulder.
“Don’t fuckin’ Rafey me, who is this asshole?” he looks at you with firm, accusatory eyes that make your stomach drop.
Your face crumples, glossy lips parting in surprise before you can even muster a word. “I- I don’t know, I don’t know who that is!” you start, knowing Rafe’s anger, it was best to diffuse the situation as fast as possible, but it already seems too far gone.
He laughs, a deep, cruel chuckle at your defensiveness. “Lying slut.” He gets up from the bed, tossing your phone to the side without a care for where it lands. It hits the hardwood floors with a thud, you flinch, lips pouting and eyes wide as you wait for his next move.
“I promise, I-“ he cuts you off, scoffing as he undoes his belt with his large, calloused hands.
“Not another word.” he warns, you’re lay on your front, neck strained as you follow his towering figure approach the end of the bed, swinging the belt in his hand.
“No, really I-“ the breath is forced out of your lungs as he grips your ankles tight, flipping you over onto your back in one swift twist of his veiny arms.
You gasp, now fully facing him- the dark smirk etched onto his stone carven face was horrifyingly dangerous.
His undone belt is still tight in his hand, his eyebrows creased. “Are you a slut, dollface?” his question is firm, intimidating and curious.
You shake your head instantly, propped up on your elbows to see him. your submissiveness and true fear of being in trouble only fuels the need growing in his pants.
“Use your words.” he practically growls, but his smirk can be heard in his tone.
“No!” you exclaim instantly, fresh blowout bouncing around you as you whine.
He tuts, all condescending and disappointed. he gets onto the bed, slowly making his way toward you till he’s straddling your knees, body broad and head tilted to one side. “You like the attention, don’t you slut?” he purrs, soaking up the look of shame on the pretty little face below him.
You shake your head, eyes glassy. you hated getting in trouble with Rafe, especially when your only purpose was to please him.
He takes your wrists, holding your them together with one hand in a harsh, pressing grip, putting them above your head. There’s no gentleness whatsoever, not when he ties his belt around your wrists tightly, no room for movement. “You know what happens to sluts sweetheart?”
“They get punished.” he answers, not waiting for a reply. you let out a small, shy squeak- eyes wide and bottom lip catching between your teeth nervously. “Rafey-“ His hand slams over your mouth, head coming closer till his lips brush your ear. “Y’speak again and i’m not just gonna use you like the little slut you are, but im gonna burn all those fuckin’ bags you spend all my damn money on.”
You look at him with a mix of fear and shame, wriggling your hands under the uncomfortable pressure of his leather belt practically cutting off your circulation.
He releases his hand from your mouth, hands ripping at the low neckline of your lacy pink babydoll top, your perky boobs spilling out- you squeak again at the roughness, squeaking even louder when he pinches your sensitive nubs.
“You’re gonna be my little bitch, aren’t you dolly?” you whimper, but nod anyway, trying to contain the noises of discomfort that get caught in your throat. next is your matching lacy shorts, they’re thrown across the room, landing next to your cracked phone (he’s gonna buy you ten new ones when this is over). you’re completely bare beside your little white panties covering the last parts of you.
Rafe already didn’t have a shirt on, his pants falling down from the loss of his belt- he takes them off next, his veiny, pulsing dick springing out of his boxers.
You let out a little, uncontrollable sound of pleasure- your body already reacting to the sight before you. he chuckles, gaze dark and dangerous.
“Needy whore.” he mutters, coming back on top of you- fingers tracing the heat of your cunt beneath your panties. he rubs your clit with a softness that can only be described as teasing- the belt around your wrists clatters slightly as you react.
“Rafe-“ you mumble, scared to speak, but unable to contain your need, the feeling of shame and want causing a horrible, deep anxiety feeling in the pit of your tummy.
“Shut up slut.” he circles you clit with a harsh touch so contradictory to his gentleness before- it makes you jump, the sudden roughness, your back arches into him. you’re practically grinding against his fingers, whimpering at his purposeful, punishing teasing. He then stops abruptly, he can feel the wetness seeping through your folds, soaking your panties and making them sheer at your entrance. he groans, but you whimper harder, fidgeting at the sudden loss of pleasure. “No!” your cheeks are a flush pink, eyes glassy and nose running.
He pulls your panties down fully, too distracted with the need to see how wet he’s making you- and when he does, another groan escapes his lips. despite his pleasure with your needy state, he wasn’t going to give anything to you, not until you begged for it, cried for release. Rafe digs his head into the crook of your neck, biting down hard on the soft, sensitive skin before him- it makes you squirm, a cry falling from your parted lips. “Y’wanna be a little slut-?” he mutters firmly into your neck, breath warm and musky. “do shit behind my back?” he accuses with a belittling tone, tears are falling down your face now.
“I-im sorry!” you exclaim- trying to reach out to him but you’re completely helpless, body pressed into the silk sheets by his heavy body, wrists unable to move. “Please, Rafey..I-“
He bites down harder, tongue slipping out and grazing the sore bite mark. “ ‘don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses dolly.” he mutters, moving slightly till his lengthy shaft slips between your plushy thighs- hand gripping your small waist, practically covering the whole surface.
Rafe pulls at your thighs, spreading your legs open. Every touch lacks his familiar softness, every harsh movement making you sob harder. you’re all snotty and damp with emotion, body quivering below him.
He slips his cock into your folds, but not pressing yet- he flicks his tip up and down with taunting slowness, grunting deep in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing hard. “Don’t-!” you plead, trying to move your body closer, hips bucking. your tied wrists coming up, whimpering as you try reach out. he grabs your wrists with unexpected force, slamming them back to their previous place. his other hand is still teasing your pulsing folds with his length.
“Speak when I fuckin’ tell you to!” he shouts, you sob harder. you feel completely vulnerable, bare and tied up, legs pressed down under his body.
“Fuck, baby-“ the nickname slips out when he sees your state, but the anger lingers, not ceasing until he’s finally given you the punishment you deserve. “you wanna do bad things?” he presses his cock into you- not bothering to pace you, forcing you to take every inch of him in one quick go. You cry out, pain and pleasure mixing into a messy feeling in your lower belly. “you’ve been such a bad girl-“ he growls. the revelation hits hard, you hated not being anything other than perfect for him. you squirm when he pushes further, crying out when he hits the gummy part inside you.
“No im- im your good girl!” you plead, pain overtaking pleasure when he pumps further inside of you. he grips your neck, pushing your thighs wider without a care for how much it’s hurting you.
“Such a bad girl.” he repeats tauntingly, jaw clenched as he thrusts deeper and harder in swift movements of his hips. you cry out once again- moving your tied wrists up instinctively. “im a good girl!” you exclaim back, voice soft with exhaustion and overwhelming shame.
The sound that cuts through the air is nothing short of a sharp slap, it’s not horrifyingly violent, but it’s enough to make your head snap to the side, landing in the contradicting softness of a pillow. “Fuckin’ slut, say it!” he growls, hips moving quicker, snapping in and out of you with unreal depth.
Sobs slip through your glossy lips, your fresh blowout now messy from the friction of the pillow- yet to him, you’ve never looked better.
“I’m not bad!” you cry, legs shaking and eyes shut tight.
He growls again, despite your state, your wetness was sticking to your thighs as it drips out of you, soaking his cock and making every thrust smoother and slippier.
“You’re an attention seeking whore.” his hand comes back to your neck, already feeling your thighs shaking against him as you near an orgasm. “And im your fuckin’ daddy, not him.” he grunts, nearing release himself. You moan, a half pained, half pleasured sound, your thighs shaking when you finally finish. He doesn’t stop, if anything, he speeds up just to spite you, making you scream.
“Say it dolly.” he pumps faster, adams apple bobbing when your cunt releases a slippy liquid, making every sound more wet and desperate.
“You’re my daddy!” your tone is breathy and whiny, yelping from overstimulation as he continues. your legs close around his waist as you attempt to get away, sobbing when he doesn’t pull out.
“You gonna cum for me again slut?” he groans, hand tightening around you neck till you squeal. you shake your head, whimpering and sobbing. “No! no, enough!” he grabs your face, making you look at him. “I’ll tell you when it’s enough.” he snaps, but he doesn’t have to demand again- your legs squeeze around him, mouth wide as you whine, cumming for a second time.
He cums hard with one final thrust in an almost sync with you, riding both of your aftershocks with a softness that drives you insane. he finally kisses you, breathless and sloppy.
Your eyebrows furrow when his weight slips off you, but you’re too whiny and tired to pay too much attention. it’s only when you feel Rafe’s weight back on top of you, hear the sound of a phone camera snapping when you open your eyes. “Rafey-“ you start curiously, but he cuts you off, smirking as he looks at the picture on your phone.
“gotta show that fuckface who you belong to.” he grunts, eyes dark and amused. you whimper, cheeks warm with embarrassment. “and what you look like when im done with you.” he kisses you softly, tossing the phone to the side as he sinks back on top of you.