c/w ౨ৎ massage, marking (with nails), unprotected p in v, #JustTheTip, hickeys, est. relationship, possessive!garrett, praise, daddy kink adjacent, riding, hand around the throat, post-sex fluff, pet names (baby, pretty, princess, daddy + no y/n), language, locker room chirping + a complete lack of willpower ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
Garrett had just finished showering, his hair curling at the ends as he walks over, already reaching for your hands. “Lemme see,” he murmurs, taking your fingers in his own. He turns them over, inspecting your fresh set like it’s the prettiest thing in the world.
“Like ‘em?”
“Love ‘em.” A smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.
“Approved?” You ask, winking like you even needed to beg the question in the first place.
“Definitely approved.”
You smile, hands resting heavy on his chest. “Good. They were expensive.”
Garrett snorts, fingers running through his wet hair. “Good thing I paid for ‘em then.”
“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, rising on your tiptoes for a kiss. His hands lift, taking two handfuls of ass, humming against your mouth when your arms wrap lazily around him.
“Anything for you.” His hands squeeze your hips. “Your week sucked. Glad you finally got to relax.”
“How was morning skate?” You ask curiously, and like clockwork, he starts rolling out his neck and his shoulders, wincing in pain. You raise your brow at him, trying not to laugh at his predictability.
Your nails drag, just a tease, tracing the line of his necklace until your fingers find the clasp, nudging it back to center. And, with that little touch, the man practically purrs, rocking ever so slightly with you like he just got exactly what he wanted. Or at least a tiny taste.
Garrett just shrugs, feigning innocence. “You know how it goes,” he says through a boyish smile.
“Mhmm…” You reach for the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as always.
Garrett’s skin is still warm from the shower, his tight muscles melting already beneath the slightest touch from you.
As soon as he hits his bed he lets out a deep, contented sigh, lazily sprawling out on his stomach. His curls are still damp from the shower, flattened slightly on one side where his head disappears into the comforter. His chain hangs loose against the back of his neck, glinting every time he shifts.
His brown eyes follow you as you crawl onto the bed; his smile spreads wider as he glances at you over his shoulder. You straddle him, running your fingers down his strong back, watching as goosebumps spread across his dewy skin.
“Oh my god.” His voice comes out low and rough.
“You’re so easy,” you tease, dragging your nails over his broad shoulders before pressing them into the tight knots you knew you’d find.
“Shittt,” he huffs, exhaling sharply as you nail that perfect spot, working out the tension. “Feels so fucking good, pretty.” His face presses deeper into the bed, big body softening with it.
You let your fingers drift into his damp hair, scratching your manicured fingers against his scalp. “Mpfhh…” He turns his heavy head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “I love when you get your nails done,” he murmurs, utterly relaxed beneath your touch as he lets out a little yawn.
You smile, winding one of his curls around your finger. “Yeah?”
“Oh fuck.” One of his legs kicks lazily against the mattress. “Damn, princess, they’re kinda sharp. You should keep ‘em like this forever.”
Leaning down to press a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling his slow, leveled pulse thump under your lips. “I’ll think about it.”
Garrett settles deeper into the mattress, already halfway asleep, completely at peace. “Gotta keep me up,” he huffs. “I’m gonna pass the fuck out.”
You press your nails a little harder into his back, making his muscles tense for a second before he softens into the mattress. “Too much?” You ask, pausing slightly.
“No—No, keep goin’.” His fingers flex against the comforter. “S’perfect.”
You smile as you watch the faint red marks appear where your nails dragged down, bright against his skin.
“Fuck,” Garrett hisses as you find yourself so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize how hard you had dug into his skin until it had already happened.
“Oh, shit—” You gasp, but Garrett just laughs, shifting slightly underneath you as he looks back at you.
“Don’t stop. C’mon,” he whines, wiggling his shoulders impatiently beneath you.
“I created a diva,” you whisper, and he sighs blissfully.
“Don’t even recognize myself anymore. You ruined me.”
You chuckle and shake your head, letting your nails trail more deliberately over his tight skin. Your fingers trace from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, following the line of his tattoo.
“Y’know,” he murmurs against your knuckles, smiling to himself. “I don’t think anybody’s ever been this excited to put scratches on me.”
You chuckle and his shoulders flex beneath your hands. Your thumbs press into a particularly stubborn knot, making him wince before a low moan follows, a weak laugh slipping out because it hurts so good.
You tilt down, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, tits pushed against his back, and he angles his neck to get a little closer.
“What did you say?” You ask sweetly.
“I—” He clears his throat, swallowing hard. “I said I don’t think anybody’s ever been this excited to put scratches on me—”
“Which is odd.” You cut him off, your voice soft and distracted, scratching your initials in, watching as they shift red. “‘Cause it sounds like you’re talking about other women right now. Couldn’t possibly be.”
“Just talkin’ out of my ass,” he mumbles. “No one but you. Only you.”
“Mhmm…” You giggle, nails running in a little heart over the expanse of his back. Your fingernail swirls and swoops, drawing a lazy little “mine”.
Garrett buries his face in the mattress. “I know what you’re doing, baby.”
You giggle breathily, rubbing out a little more tension when he catches you in the shameless act.
“Yeah,” you whisper, dipping down again, trailing soft kisses down his neck. You pause when you find the perfect spot, just above where the collar of his jersey will sit.
“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t stop you, instead slithering his hand behind his back, slipping under the band of your shorts and panties.
You suck down on his neck as he rolls his fingers on top of your pussy, groaning when he feels just how wet you are; knowing this close to the game time, he’ll have to wait to sink his thick dick deep, but he loves to tease just as much as you do.
“On your back,” you whisper, watching as Garrett obeys without hesitation, stuffing a pillow under his head. His fingers find you fast, slipping your little shorts to the side this time. Garrett dips the tip of his thick finger in your soaked hole, his eyes rolling back at how warm and wet you are.
You tilt in, pressing your lips to his, lingering there for a second before he pulls you closer, his other hand slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, gripping your ass.
“Baby,” he mumbles. “You gotta keep these on.”
“Okay.”
“I’m already losin’ this fight,” he breathes, pulling them down despite what he’s saying, chuckling against his mouth as you help him do it.
“You’re doing great, Gar—” His name trips up in a gasp as he presses his hand against your pussy, his middle and ring fingers thrusting deep.
“So jealous of my fuckin’ hand right now,” he grumbles, laughing at how pathetic he sounds as he pumps them in and out.
You grind into him, fucking yourself on his hand. The movement makes the muscles in his stomach tighten. His hair is already drying in messy curls around his forehead, one falling into his eyes before he blows it away with an impatient breath.
“You better keep this fuckin’ top on, alright?” He whispers when a soft satin strap falls. He lifts his hand to cup your cheek, brushing the other off your shoulder, sending the material sliding to your waist. “My mistake,” he whispers.
Your forehead falls against his and he sinks his fingers deeper, groaning at the feeling of your slickness dripping down to his wrist.
“I don’t know why I do this to myself,” he drags a hand down his face as he continues to torment himself with the thought of ruining you before his game, reluctantly pulling his hand away for the moment. “I gotta focus. Just make it so hard on me,” he smiles.
“Oh?”
“Baby,” he mumbles.
“Mhmm,” you hum, rocking against the stiff bulge between his thighs instead.
You whisper his name as you roll your hips. Your head falls back, hands sliding over your chest, and Garrett shuts his eyes for a second like he’s trying to remember every reason he wasn’t supposed to be doing this.
“Just—Fuck. Just the tip, okay?” He mumbles sheepishly.
“What?” You ask teasingly, looking down at him. He’s so gone he’s practically begging with his eyes.
“Just a little,” he breathes needily, hooking a hand around your neck, pulling you down to his lips.
“Garrett Graham,” you whisper. “You said no sex before games.”
Garrett’s head presses deeper into the pillow, his hips shifting beneath you as you grind against him.
“I say a lot of stupid shit,” he mumbles under his breath. “I don’t know what you thought was gonna happen,” he rambles and he tugs his clothes down, his cock hitting his bare skin with a slap.
"Only the tip," you breathe as you thrust your hand between the two of you, taking hold of his cock.
"I'll take it," Garrett whispers as his head meets your pussy. A rough sound rumbles through his chest as he looks up at you again. "This is for me?" He asks shakily.
"Yes, daddy."
“I can’t do this,” he mutters, huffing out a breath, palms slapping over his eyes. “Don’t say that unless you’re tryin’ to start shit, alright?”
He takes control, gripping his dick in his fist, running his fat tip through your slick folds, swirling softly on your clit.
He slows down slightly, a smile spreading on his lips as he glides lower.
"Mmm... Right there," you whisper against his mouth as his head toys with your entrance. His lips press against yours as you widen your thighs, dropping down on his tip, feeling a big stretch.
"Fuck me," he pants.
"Feels so good, Garrett," you whimper. His hold on your hips tightens, muscles trembling like he’s fighting against himself. His heels sink deep into the mattress, press up just enough to stroke just a little.
“So damn good. It’s not fair.” His eyelids fall and his jaw locks tight.
His blunt fingernails dig into your flesh, his gaze dropping to the place where you barely connect, his long thick dick throbbing, your slickness rolling in a tear down the side of his cock.
He pulls you down a little farther on his length and your gaze snaps to him.
“Shhhh—Shh,” he whispers, pulling you down to his lips. “Let me—Just fucking take it, alright?”
Garrett squeezes his eyes shut for a second before finding your mouth again, gripping your hips when you’re all the way down.
He pushes you down a little more, making your eyes roll back in your skull, filled to the brim with him. The sight of your pleasure is almost too much to take.
“Ride me,” he mumbles, lips dragging against yours.
You sit up, knees sunk into the mattress, nails dragging down his strong chest as he draws a heavy breath. The gold chain around his neck slides across his skin as his head tips back into the pillows. His throat works around a swallow before his eyes find you again.
You start to ride him, grinding slowly, like the pace alone will make up for his lack of self-control when it comes to his little pregame rule.
Garrett drags a breath through his nose, his voice rough when he whispers, “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shaking his head once. “My willpower’s fuckin’ shot when it comes to you.”
You shift your weight and he groans low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as you circle them.
“That’s it.” His thumbs drag over your hips. "Easy, baby. Just like that."
Your nails dig into his chest as you begin to move, slow and steady at first, your body finding its rhythm while his muscles tense beneath your palms, his mouth falling open.
“Call me that shit again.” His eyes squeeze shut for a second. "Wanna hear it."
Your hands drift a little higher, thumb resting the hollow of his throat with your hands wrapping and squeezing.
“Daddy.”
"Christ. Yeah. Fuck yeah. Tight... Tighter," he moans as you ride him, your hips finding a deeper rhythm as your hands tighten around his neck, his eyes fluttering open just enough to find yours, fighting to stay open like he doesn't want to miss a second of it.
You lean back slightly, hands braced on his strong thighs as he fills you over and over again. His praise slips from his lips between gritted teeth.
You feel your orgasm building, sharp and fast, the pressure coiling in your stomach, and he feels it, too. Garrett sits up, wrapping his arm tight around your waist, the other twisting in your hair again as your body trembles uncontrollably. You gasp, swiveling your hips, grinding down as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy.
"Cum for me, baby. Let go. Show me how perfect you are, huh?”
Your whole body clenches, back arching as you cry out, pulsing hard around him, your orgasm triggering his own. Your name falls from his lips, hips jerking as he buries himself deep, cumming hard, holding you so close.
Garrett melts back into the mattress, pulling you with him, finding his lips for a tender kiss.
"Christ, baby," he breathes. "You’re so good to me, baby. You know that?" He whispers as his hands hold your cheeks, forehead resting against yours.
“Mmm—You are so, so good to me,” you whisper, feeling him smile into your kiss.
You pull back ever slightly, eyes falling enough to see the dark mark blooming where your lips had been, the soft red hue of where your hands were wrapped blushing on his skin as well. You rub your thumb across it, trying your best to catch your breath.
“You know,” he starts, his voice low and rough, “you always tease me for liking to mark you up…”
“Because you do.”
A smirk spreads on his kiss-swollen lips as he studies you a little. “Yeah, I do—” Knock. Knock.
“G, you alive?” Logan calls from the other side of the door. Garrett groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.
“No,” he mumbles and you giggle, tilting your head to rest it against his. Knock! Knock!
“C’mon, Romeo. Car leaves in five,” Logan tries again.
“Leave without me.”
“Can’t,” he laughs, “Coach likes goals. Get your ass movin’.”
He blows out a breath as you lift off him nice and slow, thighs trembling, making him chuckle breathily. You roll your eyes and drop to the mattress, wrapping yourself up in his blanket.
You watch him step into his dark slacks, tugging them up his thighs before fastening the button. Your gaze drifts higher, catching on the sharp lines of his waist disappearing beneath the waistband of his slacks, the chain hanging against his chest, the way the damp ends of his curls are already starting to dry around his ears.
A smile starts pulling at one corner of his mouth when he catches you staring.
He gives you a quick wink.
“Stop,” you mumble, fighting your own smile.
Garrett shakes his head to himself before turning slightly, checking the fit of his pants. His attention catches on the scratches.
It’s impossible not to look.
His hands slide into his front pockets, broad back tightening as he shifts, the scratches standing out even more against his skin.
“Garrett.”
“Hmm?” He asks, still looking, fully distracted.
“Garrett Graham?”
“Pretty girl?” His jaw tilts slightly, laughing through his nose when he sees the little mark on his neck, fussing with his chain.
“You love it.”
His bottom lip tucks between his teeth as he’s caught in the act, reaching for his black dress shirt hanging nearby.
“M’not gonna sit here and pretend this shit doesn’t look good, baby,” he mumbles.
The shirt slides over his biceps, draping over his shoulders. His chain catches the light against his chest as he fastens each button, chuckling under his breath like he’s tucking away a secret.
He reaches for the tie draped over the back of the chair, looping it around his neck, turning on his heels.
You crawl on the bed as he walks toward you, making your way to the edge. You rise up on your knees and his hands find your hips.
You fasten a knot in his tie, a little smile playing on your lips.
“Wait for me outside the locker room, yeah?” He asks.
“Garrett,” you sigh.
“What?”
“I’ve been waiting outside that locker room after every home game all season.”
“True,” he hums proudly. “Very true.”
“You really asking?” You chuckle and he smiles when the knot presses up to his throat.
“Just like hearin’ you say it, pretty.”
Your hands smooth the tie flat against his chest before brushing down the front of his shirt.
“Of course I’ll be there.”
“That’s my girl.”
Garrett reaches his stall and pulls off his jersey, dragging it over his head slowly, pulling himself out of his shoulder pads next. The scratches down his back earn about half a second of silence before the chirping starts.
“Jesus, G,” Logan laughs. “You get in a fight we didn’t see?”
Garrett looks over his shoulder like it’s news to him, which only riles the guys up even more.
“Nah, those aren’t from the game, boys,” Dean smiles, stating the obvious as Garrett rolls his eyes, reaching for a towel as another teammate whistles low.
“Weren’t there yesterday,” another teases, and heat climbs up Garrett’s neck.
“My girl got her nails done, alright?” He mutters, staring into his stall instead of turning around to hide the fact that he loves this shit.
“You better have paid for them, buddy. That’s how we’re doin’ it,” Dean laughs.
“Maybe I did.”
“Daddy,” Tucker adds, pointing toward Garrett when he finally turns around. “Addin’ that one to the playbook—”
“Enough,” Garrett mumbles smugly.
“She’s got Garrett Graham breaking all his rules.”
“A couple back scratches never hurt anybody,” Garrett breathes.
“Mhmm… That’s all that happened. We all believe you, G. You can stop gettin’ all red.”
“That hickey appeared on its own too, by the way,” Tucker piles on.
“Blushing like a slut, Graham,” Dean snickers, and that finally sends the room over the edge.
“No I’m not.” Garrett drags a towel over his face, trying to hide the grin that won’t leave his lips.
“He fuckin’ loves it—”
“Maybe I do. Now what?” Garrett mutters, back to the boys. He doesn’t even bother arguing because they’re right.
He fuckin’ loves it.
Garrett drops onto the bench, still shaking his head as the chirping starts to die down.
He reaches for his phone, trying to settle into a normal rhythm.
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He bites the inside of his cheek as the text bubbles come in fast.
Garrett groans, dropping his head into one hand, the other resting on his knee. He chuckles under his breath, rolling his eyes when he catches Dean smirking from the corner of his eye.
“Don’t,” Garrett grunts.
Dean just smiles, wrapping a fresh towel around his waist as he heads toward the showers.
Summary: Your boys love to fight for your attention, but sometimes you forget who the actual child is
Warning: cute fluff, jealous James, Sirius and Remus making jokes, living the best mom life, mamas boy Harry
“Do we really need the music this loud?” Sirius asked as he stumbled into the kitchen. You smiled as you turned back around and placed a coffee mug on his chair. This was a typical morning for you. You wake up, get Harry up, make breakfast in the kitchen and have your own little concert.
“Oh it’s mandatory” You said with a smile as you shifted over to the stove and flipped a pancake that needed to be flipped.” Tell Uncle Padfoot Harry” You said as you looked down at your son who his glasses were falling off of his face.
“Mommy!” Harry said as he tried to fix his glasses as they were falling off his face. “Mommy play music” Harry said as he grabbed his glasses and shoved them back on his face.
“See, he knows what’s up” You said as you put some pancakes on a plate. You poured another one in the pan while you got Harry’s plate together. You knew the way he liked to dip his pancakes into the syrup and butter at the same time. “Ready to eat?” You asked as you placed your hands on your hips and looked down at your younger son.
“Mommy help?” Harry asked as he held up his tiny arms for you to pick him up. You smiled as you grabbed Harry and put him in his high chair. He smiled when he saw his plate and grabbed his fork and went to town on them.
“Is it your turn?” You asked as you turned around and looked at Sirius. He was half awake at the table. The boys had a fun night out on the town and now they were paying for it the next morning. James had practically fell into bed and held on to you and not wanting to let go.
“I thought you’d never ask” Sirius said with a smile. You smiled as you playfully rolled your eyes and walked over to the counter and made him a plate. You knew the other two were going to wake up pretty soon anyways.
“Here you go” You said with a smile as you set the plate and walked over to where Harry had syrup all over his face. You smiled as you kissed his head, but as long as he were eating you didn’t care the mess.
“pancakes?” you heard James say as he practically clung on to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and clung on to you like a kola. “Missed you” James mumbled as he kissed your neck. you smiled as you flipped a pancake.
“You better not crud her before I get my breakfast?” Remus said as he came down the steps and moved over to the counter with the coffee machine. you heard James grumble as he held on to you even tighter.
“My wife, I can do what I want” James said as he clung on to you even tighter than before. you smiled as you placed even more pancakes on a plate and passed them to Remus who gladly took them.
“Mommy? Help!” Harry said as his fork fell on the ground. You turned around and saw Harry had syrup all over his face and his pancake was all gone. His glasses were also covered in the sticky substance as well.
“Oh you’re such a mess!” You said with a smile as you pulled away from James and walked over to your son. You had picked him up and brought him over to the sink to wash his face.
“You think if I put syrup all over my face she would love me again?” James asked Remus and Sirius as he took a seat at the table. You scoffed slightly as you were cleaning up your son. You were able to pick him up and grab James plate and gave it to him.
“Sorry mate, but I think she would like you less” Remus said as he took another bite of his pancake. Sirius snorted and James didn’t look like a happy camper. You laughed as you walked over to James and kissed his cheek.
“I love my boys either way” You said with a smile as Harry was clinging on your leg. You smiled as you put his plate in the sink and picked him up. You knew he was gonna need a bath.
“Mommy loves me” Harry practically shouted as he rubbed his syrup filled face into your cheek and put his sticky hands in your hair.
“Welp, I’ll need a bath too” you said as you didn’t pull your son away from you. He was only a little bit and he truly didn’t know any better anyway.
“I’ll help with that one” James called as he leaned on the counter and you rolled your eyes as you walked out of the room.
Summary: Nothing was a challenge for Dean Di Laurentis, until his latest girlfriend but a run for his sex drive. What is really a problem?
Warning: mentions of sex, throat fucking, daddy kink, dean being a coward, name calling, little bit of degrading, mentions of porn
You weren’t the famous Dean Di Laurentis’s type. Well, did he really have a type? He would hook up with any girl that showed him any sort of interest. But you? You were different and that made him even more interested in you.
You weren’t the type that followed him around constantly texted him. You didn’t even walk up to him. Which he wasn’t used to that. You stood there at a party awkwardly at your good friends Hannah’s side and waved. Girls didn’t wave to him.
But since then? You guys had been inseparable. Hannah and Garett were a little on the fence. I mean, you went to the library to study instead of going to parties. You weren’t a big drinker, you would go up to people stating the facts on why alcohol was bad. You weren’t shy and didn’t speak unless being spoken too. You were one of those.
One day before you and Dean had ever gotten intimate, John Logan who was working on the sink for the third time this week had told him. ‘It’s always the quiet ones’. Dean didn’t know what he meant until Logan winked and 2 weeks later he knew exactly what he meant.
“I think my dick about to fall off” Dean said as he stood infront of Garett who was trying to peacefully lift weights. Garett looked at him with a concerned. “I mean, okay not really. But she makes it seem like it. Yesterday we had sex 3 times in a row. I can’t usually go that long. Girls are always one and done. She? She’s different” Dean said as he shook his head. He was shocked the first time you had asked him to fuck you again.
He thought it was a one time thing and you would be lot as soon as you made a mess on his cock but that was wrong. He was convinced that you went into the bathroom later to pleasure yourself again. He had never seen a girl with that high of a sex drive. He assumed your last boyfriend was just a dick and you would grow out of it. But you were far from that.
“Is the sex not good?” Garett asked as he dropped the weight at his feet and checked himself out in the mirror. Dean was known to be a ladies man and fuck like there was no tomorrow but this was different. His friend would never back away from something like this.
“No. It’s fucking perfect. Best I ever had actually. She’s the kinkiest girl I’ve ever met. She’s wearing me out” Dean said as he sat down on the bench. He had abandoned working out 30 minutes ago when he could not stop thinking about you. I mean it wasn’t a problem. Dean never thought he would complain about sex ever.
“Just talk to her. I’m sure you guys could work something out” Garett said as he shrugged his shoulders. Dean probably assumed his sex life with Hannah was boring. Which it probably was. Dean nodded and he knew what he was going to do.
“Hey, sweetheart” Dean said as he walked into his bedroom. Practice had ran a little late that usually and you were sitting in his bed with his hoodie on and some random pj shorts reading a book. You smiled as you shoved your book to the side and stood up to meet him.
“Hi” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he picked you up softly and wrapped his arms around your waist. Moments like this made Dean so lucky to have a girl like you.
Okay, don’t get him wrong he loved you. He loved the fuck out of you. He just didn’t expect a girl like you…to be so damn horny all the time. It didn’t match him, it knocked his out of the park. And how was he going to tell his sweet beautiful girlfriend you really did nothing wrong that she was way too much in the bedroom?
“Wanna talk to you bout something” Dean said as he let go of you softly and sat down on the bed. you sat down right next time him and you looked up at him. Dean, the guy that never got nervous before a game and had ran around campus naked one time for a bet…got nervous in this moment right now. It was like all the words he was going to say completely vanished.
You looked at him with your big eyes innocently, you had no idea that your world was about to be crushed just like that, just by a couple simple words by your boyfriend. Dean looked at you and sighed. You licked your lips as you nodded his head to keep going.
“Yeah? You’re scaring me” You said slightly as you shifted as you looked at him. You racked your mind of things that had happened today to see if you had done anything wrong. And of course Dean was clueless. You did nothing wrong. And you of course would never do anything wrong in his eyes.
“Nothing baby, forgot” Dean said as any serious conversation he wanted to have with you ran from his head. The way you were looking at him he couldn’t stand it anymore. He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. You maimed into his mouth as you move on top of his lap. You were already grinding softly on his lap. “Damn, baby. So eager huh?” Dean asked as he pulled away and watched you rut your needy cunt in his grey sweatpants.
“Been thinking bout you” You mumbled as you already felt the heat in your cheeks start to rise. You felt embarrassed how easy you were for your boyfriend. One minute you were worried he was going to break up with you and the next you thought about how many positions you could do in the next hour.
You were a closeted child. You didn’t watch YouTube or tv that often you weren’t allowed. The only thing you had access to were books. And sooner or later you learned about sex. I mean your parents didn’t pay attention to the books you brought home from the public library because they were books…right? You kept your grades up and you were the perfect child.
The books got more and more explicit as you got older. And the more you read the more you wondered what it would feel like to have those things get done to you. Going into collage still a virgin was not a very big flex to you. But when you saw Dean at a party you knew he was the perfect guy for you. You’ve heard stories about him and how skilled he was with the women.
He would be perfect for your first time. He would know how to make you feel good and he would say all the right stuff. And you woudknt get attached…but you didn’t know how good his cock felt and how perfect and innocent you seemed to him. But he was wrong. And sleeping with you was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
“Yeah? Wanna show me how bad you missed me?” Dean asked as you eagerly nodded your head. Dean was the one enabling you anyway. He was just as bad as you were. He never met a girl who wanted to fuck his cock so bad before. He would usually have to do something in return, but with you? You would get off to just that.
“Yes daddy” You said with a smile as you got down on your knees. Dean felt his cock get even more hard in his sweatpants. Any thoughts he had were gone before all he thought about was fucking your throat.
“Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me” Dean said as he gripped the back of your hair and shoved you closer to his clothed cock. You smiled as you felt your panties starting to stick to your warm cunt. You were so turned on and wet you couldn’t take it.
You pulled down Deans pants and his boxers. You didn’t want to waste time at all. His cock was big, the biggest you’ve ever seen. And you haven’t slept around a lot of guys before. But you did have a little bit of experiencing watching porn. You thought his cock was pretty, the slight curve at the end, the pretty pink tip and the veins on the under side of his cock.
You leaned forward and slowly moved your tongue around the tip of his cock. You tasted his pre cum, the sweet and salty taste hit your tongue and you never been so eager to take his whole cock in your mouth. You slowly started to stuck him off. With the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth you jerked him off. You realized that you were actually pretty good at this.
It was the best Dean has ever gotten his whole entire life. He didn’t know that a bookworm could fulfill his sexual needs like this. He didn’t also know that he could be so fucked out he couldn’t take it. He was sure she was going to drain him before the time he hit 30. But if this is how he was going out he didn’t mind?
“Daddy’s gonna use your throat” Dean granted as he stood up. You smiled as his cock slipped out of your mouth, and you looked up at him with your big innocent little eyes. “Stick out your tongue” Dean muttered, and you easily stuck out your tongue and looked up at him. He slapped his cock against your tongue, a couple times. “So fucking beautiful” he muttered more to himself than anything.
You moaned against his cock. His cock twitched on your tongue before he shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as you gripped onto his thigh. Your nails digging into his skin as he held the back of your head as he pushed his hips further into your mouth.
“You like that? Choking on daddy’s cock?” Dean grunted as he couldn’t help but go even faster than he was before. You didn’t say anything, but you dig your freshly manicured hands harder into his thigh and he knew he was right.
Spit was dripping down your chin but you didn’t care. This is where you belong just like this. And you didn’t care how pathetic you looked. You needed to be handled like this. You needed to be handled like a dumb slut by him. That’s what made you open your mouth even wider.
If anyone was upstairs, Dean of course didn’t care, they would hear the lewd noises coming from his room. Deans soft grunts, the sound of choking. If Garrett had walked by he would have just rolled his eyes. He knew that Dean was forced wrapped around your finger. I mean who wouldn’t? If Garrett had a girl like that he wouldn’t leave his room. 
“Fuck, baby. Daddy’s gonna cum” Dean grunted as his hips started to twitch as ir became more sloppy then before. He leaned his head back as he felt his balls tighten up. He released inside your mouth and kept your head all the way down on his cock as he spilled down your throat. His warm salty seed filled up your mouth as you swallowed it all.
“Remember what you were gonna tell me?” You asked as you stayed on your knees as you looked up at him. You licked your lips as you watched as he looked down at you with clouded eyes.
“No, baby. Come here” Dean mumbled and you gladly did so as he kisses you on the lips. He would have the balls to say something later. But for right now? This is what he wanted.
summary: jj doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut and it obviously shows.
warning: drinking, mentions of sex, jj not thinking, established relationships, pet names, hints of sex, mature themes
“And then her dad walked in. It was actually crazy” JJ said as he was laughing with his friends by the fire. It was some crazy hook up story that he was telling everyone. And the girl in that story was not you.
“Are you serious? How do you even get away with that?” Pope asked as he sat across from his friend. You were perched on JJ’s lap and quiet. Which is something like typically like you. You always said something. Or interrupted one of JJ’s stories because you had something better to say.
“You don’t. I ran out of that house as fast as I could I forgot my pants” JJ said as Kie shook her head at the ridiculous story. John B who annoyingly found his story funny pissed you off even more. It wasn’t funny. Why would he be telling stories about different girls he hooked up with.
“Dude, I’m surprised you chilled out” John B said as he took a sip of the beer he had in his hand. Sarah who was sitting on John B lap was half awake. It was late and everyone was slightly buzzed and clam. Expect you.
“Of course I did. How could I not when I have the most perfect woman sitting right infront of me?” JJ said as he leaned over and kissed your cheek multiple times. You grimaced as you tried to push JJ off of you.
“Looks like someone doesn’t feel the same way” Kie said with a smile as she looked at you. It was obvious to everyone how easily JJ pissed you off. Normal people would have told you guys to break up already. But you two? That’s for life. You would get upset and JJ would be right there saying the right things.
“No, she’s lying. Right, baby?” JJ said as he tried to pull you back into his lap but you were already gone. You had walked over to the beer cooler and picked out a random beer to drink. you didn’t care you were pissed off.
“I don’t know why don’t you ask that bitch you fucked?” You asked as you took a sip of a beer and sat down in. Much to you liking rather far away from JJ. Kie and Sarah laughed and Pope made a ‘oo’ noise.
“Okay, don’t do me like that” JJ said as he scrambled over to you. He stood behind your chair and wrapped his arms around you pulling you into him. “You know your my favorite bitch to fuck” JJ said as he laughed and you turned around and hit him on the head. “Dang, mama” JJ mumbled as he held his head.
“You should learn when to stop speaking JJ” Sarah said as she leaned closer to John B as she closed her eyes again. JJ shook his head before he kissed your cheek.
“Nah, she loves me” JJ said as he completely ignored all the comments that he was getting that was probably going to help him in the end anyway. You looked up at him and he smiled at you. He leaned in to kiss the side of your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile. “There she is. See, I know how to win my girl back. Take notes gentlemen” JJ said with a proud smile as he sat up straighter and finished the rest of his beer.
“Try any of that on me I’m killing you” Sarah said sternly to John B which made him laugh. You smiled as you knew your ass of a boyfriend was going to win you over either way.
Your favorite hockey player with a little bit of a rocky childhood, but he is beautiful. And he would fix your kitchen sink, your car and maybe your heart
How Does This Work?: Every Malcom Todd Song will be a blurb on your one and only John Logan! It will include some smut or it might be just a fic in general. It just depends on the song and the vibe! And feel free to send in some song requests!
Summary: You and Logan had broke, and Logan had never told you why. But watching you at a party he realized he had made a big mistake.
Warnings: Drinking, mentions of fucking, break up, stupid Logan, Garrett the only one using his head.
“He’s staring” Allie Hayes practically shouted over the music. You had turned around and she was not wrong. The one and only John Logan, star hockey player, ex boyfriend was exactly doing what your friend was saying. You smiled as you turned back around to your friend.
“Good, let him” You said as you smiled as you contuined to sway your hips to a random song you didn’t even know the lyrics too. It was a Saturday night and you were not going to let your ex boyfriend ruin your mood.
“I absolutely love this new Y/n!” Allie shouts as she took your hands and spun you in a circle. You both were in your own world. And this was perfect. Considering you had went through 6 bags of hot Cheetos in 2 weeks…this is what you needed.
Across the room was John Logan, he was standing in some frat guys kitchen. His hand was gripping the white marble making his knuckle turn white against them. Dean was probably talking his ear off but Logan didn’t seem to care. I mean he broke up with you right?
“Hey, guys!” Hannah said as she ran up to you guys and hugged you both. You smiled as you hugged her tight. Behind her, her guard dog, Garrett Graham was smiling holding a beer. You were always glad they were together. It seemed like they were perfect for eachother in a way.
“Hey, when did you get here?” You asked as you let go of your her and held on to your red solo cup tighter then before. You weren’t dancing and you weren’t even thirsty. You were probably going to grab another one anyway.
“Juts a couple of minutes ago. Thought I’d stop by. How have you been holding up?” Hannah asked as she got serious as she squeezed your arm. You knew this was coming but you didn’t want to sit and dwell on it anyway.
“Pretty good actually. It’s awkward sure. I mean, Allie and I have eachother Atleast” I said as I grabbed my arm around allies shoulder who was rolling her eyes at a slow song playing.
“Yeah for sure. What’s more dangerous than two single girls?” Allie said as she turned her focus on to the conversation infront of us. Garrett snorted as he took another swig of a beer he had in his hands. “Sorry didn’t know he was allowed to speak tonight” Allie said as she glared at Garrett.
Allie was not a big fan of love. She had broke up with Shawn and love was not a good subject for her. You had found it funny because a second later she would be crying because she wanted to be in love. Allie was probably not the best to be single with.
“Sadly it does. Do you guys wanna go somewhere else?” Hannah asked as she looked behind me and Logan was not Subtle about his staring. Which was not surprising. He broke up with you and he didn’t even give you a reason. So why should you sit here and be upset about anything? “Because he looks like he is going to kill someone. Control your friend” Hannah said as she turned around and elbowed Garrett.
“What can I do, babe? He is like obviously still inlove with Y/n.” Garrett said as he shrugged his shoulders. You looked up at him confused. It made your heart beat faster. You guys had been dating for over a year. You love that fact that he was still needing you.
“Wait, really?” You asked, maybe a little too eager but who cares? You still had some serious feeling for him. And if you find out he was just as miserable as you were feeling in these past few weeks? You take it.
“Okay, someone is eager” Allie said as she placed a steady hand on your shoulder to try and bring you back to life a little. The last thing she needed was for you to please over Logan the rest of the night but turns out it was already heading out in that direction anyway.
“Well, he kept stalking your instagram last night. Dean was making fun of him because he always talks about you. I think it’s starting to annoy Tucker. We tell him to get back together with you.” Garrett said as he shrugged his shoulders not seeing the big deal in all of this. “I probably shouldn’t be telling you all of this, but…” Garrett said as he looked down at Hannah.
Hannah looked pleased that her boyfriend was in her side anyway. Y/n smiled as she turned back to Logan who was now listening to Tucker probably talk about something stupid. You had turned your body to face him. You knew this was the way to go about things anyway.
“Hey, where are you going?” Allie asked as she grabbed your arm and turned you back around. You looked at her and then sighed. What were you doing? You we’re going to go and break your promise that you and Allie had made tonight. No ex-boyfriend’s. And Allie was keeping her side of the deal. Why would you break yours?
“Nothing. I’m staying here and having fun” You said with a smile as you ignored Logan behind you. Because there could have been a slim chance Garrett was not even telling the truth and you were going to go make yourself look stupid. And you did not need that tonight.
“That’s my girl” Allie said as she squeezed you in a big hug and let go of you and kiss both of your cheeks. “I knew you had a brain” Allie said as she turned and looked at Garrett and practically stood infront of him to look at the three of you guys. “Okay, let’s go have fun” Allie said with a bright smile.
“What about me?” Garrett asked as he looked at you all confused that you were taking his girlfriend away from him. They did come to the party together, and now he was standing alone, looking like an idiot.
“Designated driver? Right? Game tomorrow? One drink limit?” I asked as I scrunched my eyebrows as I didn’t even bother to listen to him before you grabbed my friends hands and you ended up in the middle of the dance floor.
“You seriously need to get your girlfriend back” Garrett said as he walked into the kitchen as he was left in the dust. He did think that you and Logan were a good couple together. Any knew exactly why Logan had broke up with you anyway, and he wasn’t gonna sit there and tell you that. 
“Exactly! That is what I was trying to tell him, and he wasn’t going to listen to me. He sits and stares at her, but does nothing.” Dean said as he threw his hands up in the air. He was trying to have a good time with his friends before the game tomorrow and his one friend was in a relationship, and the other one was completely heartbroken. And Tucker? It’s Tucker. 
“I already told you this” Logan said as he wanted to avoid this conversation and he took another sip out of his red solo cup. The sensation burnt his throat, but it felt good at the same time. He hated the fact that he had to watch you dance, and he couldn’t even come over there kissed your cheek or anything. And he Knew that you both were going home in different places it killed him.
“Told us what? That you were afraid of a relationship? You guys dated for a year you sound like a pussy” Garret said and he was being completely blunt, but he didn’t care anymore. He was getting tired of his friend, acting like this, especially when he had something good in front of him.
“I wasn’t going to say it” Tucker said as he shrugged his shoulders, obviously agreeing with his friend. Everyone in that room probably knew what was going on. You guys had such a good stable relationship and one random Tuesday. Logan did not want to do it anymore. And he practically completely ghosted you.
“It’s complicated” Logan said as he shifted on the balls as his feet. He didn’t feel comfortable in this conversation anymore. No one blamed him either. He was faced with a hard decision and he didn’t know what to do anymore. But he saw how much good of a time you were having, and he wanted to be a part of that.
“Not complicated enough of you are looking at her like that” Garrett muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. And Logan did hear it all right. Maybe a little much. 
Friends with benefits with the one and only Dean Di Laurentis was completely worth it…
“Am I just not loveable?” You asked as you sat down on your best friend’s bed. Dean who was shirtless of course in sweatpants on his phone. You had just gotten back from another terrible date, that ended in guessing if you should just be a lesbian instead.
“Yeah, I love you” Dean said as he smiled and winked at you. You rolled your eyes as he was obviously flirting. You didn’t know when he stopped flirting. You laid on your stomach as you dropped yourself up with your hand.
“Are you even listening to me?” You asked as you scanned your best friend’s face. He had a dumb smile on his face and he sat his phone down. The sad thing is, that he was your best friend. He knew your Starbucks order, your favorite movie, words to avoid when you’re having a bad day. He knew you from the inside out. Maybe a little too much from the inside.
Dean and you had hooked up a couple of times. Nights when you’re both drunk and bored. You’re in collage and aren’t tied down? But you of course want something more than a casual hook up. Dean is fun every once in a while but you want to be cuddled to sleep and not worried about leaving before you even wake up.
“Yes of course. Ryan took you out on a shitty date and it made you realize that your inlove with me instead” Dean said as he shifted closer to you. You rolled your eyes and sat up on his bed. Dean wasn’t the type of guy to be shy about what he wanted. He had made comments like that to you before but you didn’t know if he was genuine.
He would say one thing and the next he is making out with a girl right infront of you. And you knew how he was practically he told you everything about what he has done with multiple girls. And you did try to ignore that strange feeling in your gut when he brought home other girls or texted other girls.
But he wasn’t your boyfriend though. But he sure did act like it. On nights you did have dates, he stalked your location constantly messages asking if you were okay. Staying up just in case you needed a ride or excuse to leave the date. You just tried to remind yourself that he was just being a good friend.
But Allie and Hannah had to remind you that friends do not do that. And which made you even more confused. There had been times you gave yourself space and not talked to him but he would show up at your door with your favorite take out food and ask if you were mad at him.
And that stupid blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes and how he made it seem nothing was his fault. And gosh he was so fucking funny that there has been times you had always peed yourself because he would make fun of a guy you were talking too.
“Dean, that’s not what I said” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him to make sure you weren’t going to fold in. You didn’t really know why you were here. No that would be a lie. You hadn’t had sex in a week and you knew someone who could get you off in less than 5 minutes.
“Well that’s pretty much what I heard. You’re in my bed wearing my favorite color. Are you sure you weren’t supposed to go out with me instead?” Dean asked as he smiled and pulled on the dress that was riding up your thigh. You may have thought of Dean when you pulled on a certain red dress.
“No” you said shyly as you avoided any sort of eye contact with him. He smiled as he knew he was right. And the fact that you didn’t storm off out of his room was only proving his point even further.
“Talk to me, pretty girl. You need me huh?” Dean asked as he hooked his finger under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes scanned your face. He knew exactly what you wanted and you were going to give up that easily. You slipped yourself on top of his lap and his hands found your hips easily. “Slow down tiger, don’t make me take you right here already” Dean said as he smiled as his lips ghosted your neck.
“Do it then” You said as you ran your fingers through his soft blonde hair. He groaned into your neck as he slightly pushed his hips into you. You smiled as you knew you were going to get what you wanted. And of course it was going to be from your best friend.
wrecked - you get into an accident with Rafe's car
everything with you - after meeting Sarah's newborn, you and Rafe go through a rough time because his future plans regarding your relationships do not align with yours
First choice - being an incredibly reserved person, it took Rafe a long time to finally feel comfortable enough to let you see him break down
IT’S SAFE HERE - where ex!rafe cameron wants to protect you after JJ’s death
i’ve got you pt2 - after getting a terrifying message from you manipulative ex, you lock yourself in the Camerons’ guest bathroom, spiraling into panic as everything starts to fall apart. what you don't expect is Rafe walking in and completely losing it when he realizes what’s going on.
too fast, too close - rafe’s reckless driving finally catches up with him on a rainy night
just don't close your eyes - Rafe almost loses you and your baby when complications occur during the birth
call it survival - you were just trying to survive, keep your head down, follow the rules, and stay invisible. Rafe Cameron never played by the rules, and he became your savior before you could fully break
the bet - Rafe agreed to bet on you with his friends in hopes of getting you out of his system. but when he got hooked on you, the last thing that he ever wanted was you finding out the truth in the worst way
so not fair - you spill every cringe date experience to your best friend Rafe, and he tries to act like he's okay with it until he finally snaps and blurts out something that might end up in him losing you.
By: @lacyydollette
BUZZED
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗!𝐁𝐅!𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
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HIS PRETTY GIRL
By: @lacydear
RAFE IN: “SEEING HOW LONG IT TAKES HIM FOR HIM TO MELT.”
ex wife reader going to rafe's house after feeling sad.
By: @barebearbows
CURRENT BOYFRIEND - you prank boyfriend!rafe by calling him your "current" boyfriend for a tiktok video
Home - Telling boyfriend!rafe you want to go home when you initially were gonna sleepover at his house.
By: @rafesangelita
pranking Rafe by telling him another man did your Brazilian wax
unwarranted touching
By: @crushpunky
kook! reader and Rafe’s new girlfriend don’t get along
Rafe and Kook!Reader, help a lost child
rafe and kook!reader make some tik toks
By: @ririsaltar
Puppy eyes immunity - Rafe finding out you're the first person who doesn't fall for his daughter's puppy eyes....he's in looooooove
Aftercare - aftercare with s2!rafe after sex
By: @whorelaud
reader doing the ‘he’s the best big brother ever’ trend on bf!rafe
bf!rafe making it up to his stubborn girlfriend
By: @onlxrafe
yours - he has eyes for you and you only.
golfing - rafe teaches you how to play golf
rafe's an asshole to everyone on the island except you. By: @severedlamb
A Golf Lesson with Rafe After a Boozy Brunch… by: @rafesteddy
ANGEL DUST . . . by: @rafeslovebug
Beach day! by: @t0jismain1
belly piercing - you got a belly button piercing and rafe sees it for the first time. by: @rafesfavgirl
Coping mechanism - Rafe’s therapist suggests a simple coping mechanism: a stress ball. Wanting to support him, you buy him one. Unfortunately, Rafe has a habit of squeezing things a little too hard. by: @loveislikeathunder
Country Club - Rafe brings you to Barry’s for a “quick” drug run. Barry flirts, you stir the pot, and Rafe’s one sarcastic comment away from losing it. Chaos, jealousy, and one very annoyed country club boy. by: @moondustbaby
Flower prank - reader saw a TikTok trend where girls send themselves flowers and pretend they’re from their boyfriend, so she tries it on Rafe by: @pinknoisebaby
little miss nothing - He spent months comparing you to the ex he couldn’t let go of, and you slowly lost yourself trying to measure up. by: @angelicstarkey
MISREADING - a few accidental one-sided encounters lead Rafe to insanity… by: @calumsargwife
POOR ETIQUETTE - your husband has some of his employees come over for a boys’ night that doesn’t go quite as well as you’d hoped when they start talking about their opinions on women. by: @morguesiren
Rafe coming home to you asleep by: @rosiecherie
Rafe Cameron x Shy GF by: @rafesproperty
Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin’ On - It’s not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if you’re not married to Rafe. by: @i-love-ptv
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 - you irritate the fuck out of Rafe. by: @s0urw00lf
𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 - topper and kelce are tired of rafes new girlfriend stealing the spotlight, so they invite her to boys night to see why she’s so special. by: @bucksdoll
The Hardest Thing - Some secrets never stay buried. by: @midnox
The One He Reaches For by: @sunsetmade
Under His Watch - After some time apart, you go to one of Rafe’s parties and end up in a vulnerable situation, but Rafe is always watching and will always protect you. by: @k2padfoot
US - rafe cameron had been yours since the moment you met. by: @2tarbell
PARK PRINCESS ! … PRINCESS, THE BELLY OR THE BACK? - rafe can’t seem to get one thing out of his mind while with his girlfriend- and it’ll cost him more than he imagined by: @maplesuckerr
Jealously Issues - it’s Rafe weekend so he picks up his daughter for school not expecting a surprise. by: @prettyyangelll
Feelin Lucky - When you're getting hit on by a loser at your local college bar “boyfriend” Rafe comes in to save the day.
Two Truths and a Lie…
Getting Even After a Break Up…
I’ll Win You Back. Don't Worry... Do you forgive me?
Making Rafe late to the masked gala…
College/rafe x reader - Rafe’s best friend helps him make the best of his buzz cut era and he gets whatever he’d like in exchange.
Snooze… Putting Rafe on the Jumbotron
Thin Ice - NHL!Rafe gets caught smiling at the Ice Girl after scoring a goal on his way back to the bench; his winning night just turned into a loss—now he needs to make it right
Good Girl - After a few drinks at a hockey party, Rafe gets teased about what a good girl you are, but Rafe knows the truth
By: @rafescherie
bsf!rafe keeps 'accidentally' slipping inside after promising to just rub against you. (18+)
jealous s1!rafe can't seem to control the possessive feelings he has for his bestfriend!reader. (18+)
perv!bsf!rafe & his infatuation for his best friend. (18+)
cockwarming bsf!rafe during a movie. (18+)
By: @ririsaltar
High for this - you and rafe pop pills during a party and fuck through the high at a beach party (18+)
Titty sucking - rafe crying 'cause of ward being an asshole, you're trying to comfort him but he figures out a different way helps much better (18+)
Use me - you getting bored of your toys so you use rafe instead (18+)
By: @angelicstarkey
atta girl (18+)
no one compares - a little tension mixed with a suggestive tiktok might just be the way to tip Rafe over the edge. (18+)
ride it right - your valentine's day tradition has quite the interesting twist after you confess something to your roommate (18+)
sucking bsf!rafe off while he's on the phone (18+)
By: @mrsbarnesblog
distraction - you were sent by your friend to distract Rafe Cameron while they were stealing the map from his house (18+)
real estate - Rafe and your boyfriend are working on a project together, and you both can’t help the attraction you feel from day one. He can’t miss an opportunity to show that you can do better. (18+)
By: @filthyrafe
ill make it fit… (18+)
rafes biceps… (18+)
By: @anon-188
seven minutes of heaven - victoria's secret fashion show, a backroom, and one very impatient rafe cameron. (18+)
sports car - rafe got a new car. he wanted to show off. you wanted to show him up (18+)
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 - After a whole day of you using Rafe’s credit card, he thinks it’s time for you to pay him back. by: @etheralfairydust (18+)
when rafe gets soooo pussy drunk.. by: @rafesangelita (18+)
princess - i’m just obsessed with the concept of rafe calling his s/o “princess” because i’m a whore by: @glossiercheek (18+)
someone who lets you break them twice by: @itneverendshere (18+)
Rafe’s pillow princess - Rafe treats you how you should be treated, worshipping you like no other man could by: @anneliese-and-erika (18+)
sex ban by: @artemisiasmuse (18+)
Jealousy Falls - your situationship gets jealous when he finds out that your childhood friend is coming to visit. by: @morguesiren (18+)
sleepy "dry" humping with rafe by: @severedlamb (18+)
summary: it’s Rafe weekend so he picks up his daughter for school not expecting a surprise.
warning: mentions of violence, sweet rafe being an amazing dad, talks about cheating, rafe being two sided, jealousy issues, reader not really caring, anger issues, wrote in third person kind of?
“hey princess” Rafe said with a smile as he picked up his 5 year old daughter from pre school. She was wearing a pink dress and pigtails with pink bows in them. He knew he was going to have to return his daughter the exact way or his ex girlfriend would not be happy.
“daddy!” August said with a smile as she held out her arms for him to pick her up. Rafe gladly did so as he put her in the car seat of his truck. “I learned how to make the color pink.” August said as she was already talking off rafes ear and he hadn’t even got in the front seat.
“Yeah, sweetheart? How do you make it?” Rafe asked as he looked at his daughter in the rearview mirror. It was Friday and he knew he would only have her for the weekend due to Y/n and Rafes agreement.
“White and Red. Daddy, since it’s Friday can we get ice cream?” August asked as she looked out the window. One of their things they did every Friday was get ice cream. It was kind of like their tradition. And he was not going to break this tradition at all.
“Of course we can” Rafe said with a smile. August crinkled up her nose just like her mom did when she got excited. August was the exact carbon copy of her mother. And Rafe loved it. It was like having Y/n around when she wasn’t. And he knew he would have Y/n back eventually anyway.
When Rafe pulled into the local ice cream shop he got August out the the car seat and she practically ran inside the store. He had already gotten used to the looks of him being a dad. The ‘Rafe Cameron’ being a father? Some people would laugh and say it was impossible. But here he was with a mini version of his ex girlfriend.
“Can I get sprinkles?” August asked as she turned around and looked at her father with big puppy dog eyes. Rafe melted instantly. How could he deny that face? She was definitely turning a little too much like her mother.
“Of course.” Rafe said as he gave the lady working his daughter’s order. August smiled as she held on to rafes hand with both hands as they walked down the line to pay. Rafe have a generous tip as he held the ice cream until they got a seat.
“Mommy would be so mad if she saw me eating ice cream before dinner” August said as she giggled as she could not sit still in her seat. She was sitting across from Rafe and enjoying her ice cream a little too much.
“Yeah, Princess? How about we don’t tell mommy? So we both don’t get in trouble” Rafe said with a smile and wink. He loved purposely forgetting something at his house of August because he knew how made Y/n would get. She would call Rafe and chew his as for about an hour and he would love it.
He knew she would call him after August was in bed, she would be in the kitchen with her hands in her hips talking about how easily forgetful Rafe was. And Rafe would just say how he was going to drop it off tomorrow. He would make sure August would be at school and he would do his best to stay long as possible.
But lately all of his advances would work. Coming over in the afternoon, charming his way into the bedroom and making love to her like it was the first night they met. Until Y/n would finally realize this was a terrible idea and kick him out. But recently, she would just slam the door on his face. No more listening to him and his excuses. She didn’t have time for it.
“Mommy has a new friend over” August said casually as she continued to eat her ice cream. It had gotten all of her face and her pink dress that she knew he was going to have to get out before he took her back home on Sunday. Rafe lips faltered for a split second before fixed himself.
“Yeah? What about this friend?” Rafe asked as he was doing his best to show August that it was okay to talk to him. Rafe was an angry person and he did one hell do a job to never show that side infront of August. So no matter how hard he was holding his phone in his hands he kept a smile on his face.
“His name is Chris. He is funny. He helps a lot around the house” August said as she took another messy bite of her ice cream. She was so pure and innocent he didn’t know what was going on. But Rafe knew exactly what was going on. Y/n had got a boyfriend.
“That’s good. Mommy needs a helper. Why don’t we send a picture to mommy? I’ll make sure to tell her you had dinner first” Rafe said with a smile as he took out his phone and took a picture of August. With the caption; “Took August out for ice cream. Make sure to show this to Chris”
Rafe knew exactly what he was doing. And he knew by Sunday he was going to have a long talk with Y/n. He knew Y/n was not going to respond to his petty message. She was way more mature than he was. But by Sunday? He was going to have a field house.
Rafe tried to do his best to forget about Chris but August didn’t stop talking about him. It wasn’t her fault because she had no idea what was going on, but the thought about another man being in his house made him angry. Being around his family made his blood boil. And he was not going to let that happen for long.
I mean, sure he had girlfriends on the side, but they weren’t anything serious. They tried to stay long enough to meet August but Rafe always broke up with them before that could even happen. He knew no one could ever replace Y/n so why even bother? Y/n was his girl no matter how much she wanted to deny it. It was plan and simple.
So by Sunday evening when Rafe got August inside his truck and drove to the familiar neighborhood, he knew exactly what to say. He was not going to let this go easily. How could she possibly move on just like this, sure than five years but they have a child together and shouldn’t that mean something? That’s what Rafe thought anyways.
“Come on, pumpkin” Rafe said as he got August out of her car seat and she practically ran to the front door. She started to knock as Rafe was still getting the rest of her stuff out of his truck.
“Hey baby, did you have fun?” Y/n said as she leaned down to pick August up. August was already rambling about how much fun she had and Rafe tried to keep his composure in front of August.
“August, go put all of your stuff in your room. Daddy needs to talk to mommy” Rafe said as he handed her book bag over to August. She gladly took it, and Rafe placed a kiss on her forehead before she ran past Y/n to her room.
“Rafe, come on. What did you expect?” Y/n said before Rafe could say anything. She knew exactly what he came here trying to do. And she wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. She felt that she had every right to move on. It’s been five years. Why wait around for a man that was never going to change anyway?
“Where is he? Is he here right now?” Rafe asked as he was trying to stay calm, but the anger flared up inside of him. He wanted to practically kill that asshole. For being near his family like that. No man should be around his daughter more than he is.
“Where is who? Chris? He is probably at home” Y/n said that she already felt a headache starting to form. She did not want to deal with any of his bullshit right now.
“Is he your boyfriend?” Rafe asked as he wanted to get at the bottom of everything. If they were truly dating, then he was going to simply take August and never let her back inside the house with another man there.
“No Rafe. Don’t be ridiculous. Just go home” Y/n I said as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door frame. She knew exactly how Rafe was going to react. He wasn’t even her boyfriend and neither was Chris. They didn’t have any right to react like this.
“Apparently to August they are. Tell me where he is Y/n. Because I’m not going that another fucker near my girl and my kid” Rafe said as he was starting to get more angry than he was before. Because if he did see this man in real life lord knows what he would do.
“Rafe, calm down. You need to go home before you do something you will regret” Y/n said as she just wanted him to leave. She still loved him, no matter what and she didn’t want him to do anything he would regret. She knew exactly how he was and how angry he would get because of this. Chris was just a friend and nothing more.
“Y/n, baby, don’t tell me what to do okay? You wanna go and fuck another man behind my back? After everything?” Rafe said as he didn’t want to blow up in Y/n face. Y/n rolled her eyes. He did this all the time when they were fighting. He always referred to them as if they were still together. 
“Are you serious? I’m not fucking anyone. And if I was it’s none of your business. So please go home” Y/n said much firmer this time. Rafe looked at her before he huffed and walked away. He got in his truck and speeded off. Y/n sat there completely confused and she knew Rafe was going to call her drunk about it later on tonight.
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