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[soangelbaby]

hi loves ♡ this account has been marked, so i’ll no longer be posting here. i’ve moved to a new main : [ @dulcenenita ] all my fics will be reblogged / transferred there, and i’ll be continuing new work on that blog.

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[rotraised]

꒰ doctor!rafe x little!reader headcanons ꒱ ❞ reader is 18+ warnings ؛ medical play. ageplay. infantilization. innocence kink. babytalk. gagging. spit. + more. MDNI

❤︎ doctor!rafe who always greets you so affectionately, treating the doorway like it’s the moment he gets to unwrap his favorite little toy. “there she is… my tiny little patient. c’mere, angel. let doctor see that sweet face.” and he always cups your chin like he’s checking if you’ve gotten smaller since last time.

❤︎ doctor!rafe who finger fucks your throat to test your gag reflexes, snapping on a latex glove like what he’s doing is completely normal. two of his gloved fingers press against your tongue, cheeks bulging around his fist — then with no warning, he shoves them to the back of your throat and you gag immediately, throat tightening around him, eyes watering up. “there it is — you’re so responsive today, little one.” you try to breathe around him, drool sliding down your chin, and he wipes it with his wrist, still fingering your throat in small, precise thrusts like he’s measuring your limits, taking mental notes.

❤︎ doctor!rafe who checks your pulse by pressing his stethoscope to your clit, “hold still, sweetheart. doctor’s checking your vitals.” with that low, fake professional tone that always sends a heat straight to your core. he presses harder, just enough to make your hips jerk and your breath catch, “there it is… thump-thump. guess doctor’s favorite patient is a little sensitive today, huh?” and his words make you throb all over again.

❤︎ doctor!rafe who gives you the meanest cunt slaps to test your reflexes. lifting your gown with two fingers and leaning in like he’s inspecting a wound — then placing a sharp, humiliating slap right over your pussy lips that makes your whole body jolt forward like you’ve been shocked. “look at that. instant reflex — such a jumpy little baby.” he grins cruelly at you, like you’re a little lab experiment that he’s proud of.

[rotraised]

꒰ ͜͡➸ ─ ꒰ pervbro!rafe headcanons ꒱ warnings ؛ incest. infantilization. teasing. possessiveness. noncon. perverse behavior. unsolicited sexual behavior. + more. 18+ space only ❞ MDNI

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who steals your panties and bras, even the dirty ones. you think they’re getting lost in the wash, or that maybe you got rid of stuff without remembering. meanwhile, rafe is rifling through your drawers and hamper practically every night, searching for most prettiest, filthiest pair of underwear he can find, just to wrap it around his cock because he prefers the rough friction over lube, or shoving them in his mouth when he’s being just a little too loud.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who installed cameras in your bedroom without you knowing. he’ll fuck his fist to the sight of you changing, getting ready, even preparing for bed. he’s addicted and obsessed with everything you do, like you could just look at him or whisper his nickname in that sweet, innocent little tone, and he’ll literally get hard instantly.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who has been caught by sarah with your panties in his room. she instantly knew they were yours because you were together when you bought them. stealing his charger while he’s out because her’s broke and wheezie was being selfish, your lacy white thong was stuffed lazily under his pillow, stained with what she hoped wasn’t his cum. she never brought it up, just pretends she never saw it but she can’t even look at him without being reminded.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who sneaks in your room every night just to jack off over your unconscious body. he loves how peaceful you look, loves that you have absolutely no idea he’s doing something so filthy to you while you sleep. stroking his cock slowly — almost to match the faint snores flowing past your lips, and biting his lips so hard that he nearly splits the skin.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who pretends his fleshlight is your pretty pussy. he slides in steadily every single time, like he’s genuinely trying to imagine how you’d feel, how you’d wrap around him, how your wetness would cling to the thick veins of his cock. he’ll talk to it like it’s actually you, “fuck sissy, don’t move—” or “yeah, fuckin’ take it. let your big brother stretch your little cunt out.” while rutting recklessly into the sticky, plastic toy, that ends up ripped open in ten minutes and he’s on his fifth one.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who has ‘accidentally’ sent you his nudes once just to see your reaction. late at night, the notifications make you jolt awake and they’re definitely not what you were expecting. your brother’s full nude body — mirror pic — phone blocking half his face but you can see his jaw clenched, the veins in his arm, and the way his hand is wrapped around his glistening cock like he’s holding back something violent. your jaw drops and just as you swipe off you get the text, ‘fuck, wrong person. my bad.” and you just sit there stunned, unsure whether to keep or delete them.

[soangelbaby]

baby sitter rafe who called his cum "milk" tons of times when making you drink it like a thirsty kitten, but one day you're regressed in front of your parents and you tug his shirt trying to get his attention saying "milk... milk.. wafe..." and he's actually in relief your parents aren't squinting hard to figure out you mean something different.

Wait can you write some one shot with this pls, wanna see how rafe will rafe try to play cool in this situation.

tw // ddlg, littlespace, babytalk, little!reader, cum referred to as ‘milk’, ageplay, reader is 18+, etc

u're sitting on the couch, legs tucked under u, stuffie hugging ur chest, tiny voice trembling just enough. rafe's there — messy and possessive, polo shirt half unbuttoned, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glued to u like u’re his favorite little toy.

and then u tug the hem, pouting up at him, soft and babyish, “milk.. wafe.. milk..” while ur eyes drop down to his lap, like u’re begging for ur favorite bottle.

and he melts, because yes, u're asking for it like the needy little u are, and the way u regress in front of ur parents has him a little turned on. he freezes for a hot second, heart hammering, like maybe he’s caught, but then he sees ur parents looking at him like "aww what a good babysitter." he smirks internally, because he knows exactly what u mean… and he's so relieved they don't.

rafe crouches down, cradling u a little, keeping it soft and paternal-like u're a clingy toddler. he brushes ur hair back, tilts his head, and pats ur cheeks, like “aww my little girl needs attention?" if you continue, he lets u tug and whine a bit, before redirecting like “oh, u want ur drink?" acting as if he's talking about juice or milk from the fridge. he even gestures vaguely toward the kitchen, ensuring to keep it pg in front of ur parents but in private later, he 100% punishing u.

[soangelbaby]

💭 thinking of bigbro!rafe who slaps your ass like it’s nothing & ward who calls him out…at first

late nights in the kitchen, when you’re standing at sink washing off some strawbs or getting a glass of whatever, you don’t even need to see him, you feel him before he even touches you. large hands hovering over your hips, curling around the satin fabric of your nightgown, you try to swat him away the first few times it happens, but never seriously, like you were afraid of pushing him too far. “stop rafey —” you’d mutter to him, soft, light, with a giggle like it was a joke, like he wasn’t your brother.

ward tries to intervene, getting fed up but ultimately fails, “rafe, quit it, she’s your sister for fucks sake,” his voice cuts sharply through the quiet, a little slurred from the bourbon in his hand. his eyes dark, teeth clenched, already exhausted. giving his son a look that screams more than just ‘knock it off’…

only for rafe to snap back, never flinching, “relax, i don’t do it outside the house. besides s’not like i’m touchin’ her pussy or some shit” low and cocky with a shrug of his shoulders then he bursts out laughing - dark, low, rattling, like it’s the punchline to some sick joke only he’s in on..

now, ward doesn’t even try to stop it anymore, like he full on starts walking away — brushing it off like a stress he can’t afford. telling himself rafe’s just being a stupid boy, because it’s easier to pretend it’s nothing, like he’s just acting out, that this is just another grab for attention or power.

and he notices your everything, the shorts, low-cut camis, the way rafe’s eyes never leave you.. he thinks about telling you to change, maybe once or twice he even opens his mouth to murmur, “you really think that’s appropriate around the house…?” but it comes out weak, unsure, hesitant, and you just shrug, “well m’ not goin’ anywhere, what’s the big deal?”

and he can’t say the truth. he won’t, he refuses. because that means admitting something’s wrong, something sick, and ward doesn’t deal with sickness, he only hides it and covers it up.

[soangelbaby]

need big brother rafe next🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

tw incest incest kink dubcon + more :P see rules for more

he didn’t mean to go all the way…

your parents were supposed to return from their night out hours ago. no texts, no calls. dinner on the table. and before they left, ward had scowled at rafe from across the kitchen. “keep your distance,” he’d growled low enough that you almost didn’t hear it. “you’re too close lately.”

now it’s nearly midnight. the food’s gone cold. the lights are dim. you’re sitting too close. again. your bare legs curled up beside him. a blanket draped lazily over both your laps. random film on for background noise as you both pretend to pay attention to avoid the tension thickening in the air. “they’re not comin’ back soon,” he finally mutters, like it means something more than what it is. “got at least another hour..” you don’t answer. you just glance at him, wide-eyed. heart hammering. like you had a feeling this was coming.

and your hesitation is all he needs. in a flash, he’s on you, snatching the blanket off, gripping your waist hard as he inserts himself between your legs, “rafe..” you murmur, voice hesitant despite your hands slowly trailing up his back, pulling him closer to you. his mouth crashes onto yours, desperate, frantic, full of need. like this is everything he’s been trying not to do. but he’s doing it now, kissing his little sister like he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t. “you want this, don’t lie.”

his cock’s heavy, thick in his hand as he strokes it once — twice. the tip already flushed and leaking. it was bigger than you had imagined, and you weren’t sure you could even take it. your hand rests on his chest, stopping him, “i can’t, rafe,” rafe brings his freehand up to your lips, shushing you, before reaching down to lift up your oversized tee, “shh, i know baby. just the tip, okay?” he sees the soaked circle in the middle of your thin panties, “shit — you been sitting here like this the whole time?” you nod slowly, bringing your hands up to cover your face. rafe huffs, snatching your arms away, he grips your jaw hard, “then don’t fuckin’ hide” he tugs your panties to the side with ease, slipping his dick between your pussy and the wet fabric, “you’re a sick little thing, y’know that?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, disbelief that his little sister had been sitting here, so quiet, so innocent but dripping wet for him.

the tip of his dick brushes over your clit, sending a jolt through you, eyes snapping shut, back arching sharply. “ugh rafe-” your lips quivered, hands shooting up to fist his shirt, fingers curling around the cloth, “yeah? you fuckin’ like that?” he panted, eyes glued to the sight before him. your face flushed pink, pretty lips parted, sticky juices coating him and your thighs. “like when big brother plays around in the mess you made for him huh?” dragging his length down to your slit, pushing in barely, just teasing, and that alone made you cry out again, stuttering a string of ‘yesyesyes’ eyes rolling, body shaking. rafe smacked his lips, eyes flicking up to the ceiling to keep from not slamming into you completely. bottom lip sucked between his teeth biting hard enough to draw blood. but when your hips buck into him, tip slipping past that tight little ring of flesh? he loses his damn mind, hands dropping beside your head, face buried in your neck as he rams his way into your pussy.

“f-fuck no! rafe!” you shout, nails digging into his hips, tears pricking your eyes as you inhale deeply, and he just groans, breath hot against your neck “m’ sorry, m’ sorry” like he couldn’t help himself and you know he isn’t. not moving for a moment, and you can still feel the stretch, how deep he drove into your little cunt with no warning, no preparation. “you wanted it, fuuck — yeah, you wanted it,” he places sloppy kisses on your skin, mumbling about how you’re so tight and taste so sweet. you’re still trembling, still sobbing, but as he starts to slowly rock into you, pleasure starts matching the pain. fingers tangled in his hair, soft gasps and whimpers falling out both your mouths.

“not gonna last, y’feel so good sissy,” rafe presses his forehead to yours and his cock twitches inside you, a pornographic moan escapes his lips, “so good — fuck m’ cumming — shiiit” he releases inside you. thick, hot load painting your walls, so full it starts to gush out of you. your own orgasm, your first, washes over you directly after. the feeling so intense it feels like your soul physically left your body, screaming your brother’s name so loud you’re sure the neighbors heard it. and then, you hear the car in the driveway, followed by the slam of three car doors. rafe pulls out of you in an instant, hissing in unison as you adjust yourselves back to normal. and when ward, rose, and wheezie enter the living room? it’s like nothing ever happened, like rafe’s cum isn’t leaking out of you, like he didn’t just take your virginity.

and when the lights finally go out, rafe’s already meeting you in your room for round two…

[soangelbaby]

Pervy dad Clark who’s always wanted to fuck his little girl and finally gives in when under the influence of red k

18+ space only. MDNI. tw - noncon, incest, red kryptonite influence, crying, grooming implications, fear, manipulation, creampie, power imbalance, size kink, restraint, forced orgasm, emotional & physical abuse, reader is 18+

it would lead back to all those nights you would say you had nightmares and asked if you could sleep in his bed, you thought nothing of it, he’s your dad.. but clark? oh he knew he teetering on the edge of heaven and hell whenever you pressed up against him, your face buried in his chest, tracing over that kryptonian scar.

he was always so warm, his body temperature way higher than humans, large arms draped around you, one in your hair, the other rubbing the soft skin of your waist…

but tonight was different.

he had avoided you almost all day, you had no clue why, he could barely look at you with his heat vision flaring up and stomping out the room like he had seen a ghost.

you were upset, more than upset, you felt rejected, for the first time ever, you felt like your father was rejecting and abandoning you. you didn’t take it well, you couldn’t, you wanted to throw a tantrum, stomp and beg for answers, but you couldn’t — not without possibly pushing him away more, not without risking going too far.

but then of course it happened.

another nightmare, another disgusting dream, maybe it was about losing him, maybe it was because you couldn’t fathom ever being on this earth without him.

so you did what you always do. headed to his room so he could calm you, take care of you, make you feel safe again. one of his oversized long sleeves hanging low on your thighs, tiny shorts on but no panties underneath, tonight you wouldn’t need em..

now you were laid in his bed, just like all the other nights, but this time he was pressed up against you, chest to your back, one arm around your waist. you didn’t know why he was holding you so tight, breathing different, breathing heavy, “dad, you okay?”

his breath fans across your ear, hot, ragged, wrong. he doesn’t answer you right away, just tightens that iron grip around your waist until you squeak, the sound making something dark twist in his gut.

“don’t… ask me that right now,” his voice is low, guttural, almost a growl. not the gentle tone he usually uses when you crawl into his bed, not the dad you know.

you shift a little, trying to look back at him, but the way his hips are pressed flush to your ass makes it impossible not to notice how hard he is. rock solid, throbbing, pulsing against the thin cotton of your shorts like he’s about to tear right through them.

your lips part, words dying on your tongue. “dad…” it comes out half-whisper, half-whine. he buries his face in your hair, muffling a sound that’s more animal than human, the red-k twisting him up in ways he can’t control. “you have no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, fingers splaying wide over your stomach, dragging lower, lower.

you gasp, hands gripping his forearm instinctively, nails digging in. his other hand tangles in your hair, holding you still as his hips grind forward, slow, deliberate, sinful. “nightmares, huh?” he rasps, voice trembling with restraint that’s hanging by a thread. “or is it me you’ve been dreaming about?”

your breath hitches when you feel him tug at the hem of your shorts, the soft cotton sliding against your thighs as his fingers dip under the fabric. “wait, what’re you doing?” shrieking, your voice cracks, high and frantic, hands scrabbling at his wrist.

clark shushes you, lips brushing your temple, but it’s not comforting this time. his grip on you tightens, body caging yours like steel. “stop fighting me, angel.” he growls, thick and animalistic, the red-k burning hotter every time you wriggle against him.

panic claws at your chest, vision blurring as tears well in your eyes, “no — daddy, please! stop, i don’t want this!” you try to plead, but that single line makes him jolt like he’s been struck, the denial hitting him like gasoline on fire. he doesn’t, dragging your panties to the side with one harsh motion, ignoring your weak attempts to push him away.

“you think i can stop?” clark snarls, his large clamping down over your mouth before you can scream, muffling your sobs as he presses himself against your slick cunt, not even giving you a chance before the tip of his cock forces its way inside.

you jerk at the stretch, at the burn, at the overwhelming feeling of your dad filling your pussy. “fuck — so tight,” he groans into your neck, “all those nights you pressed against me, crying ‘bout a dream.. this is what you’ve needed huh?” his hips snap against your ass harder, his free hand moves lower, splaying over your belly, feeling himself rut into you.

pressing down, the sensation going straight to your core, another sob-moan leaves your lips but swallowed by his hand that’s soaked in tears and spit, “so deep in you, babygirl. i feel you, gonna cum on daddy’s cock?” you shake your head, but your body betrays you, trembling and clenching hard, an orgasm rips through you against your own will.

“fuck yes,” he grunts, thrusts turning brutal as he fucks you through it, wet and obscene noises filling the dark room. “that’s my good girl — my perfect girl.” and then he’s spilling inside, twitching, sticky streams of cum flooding you while he holds you down, panting against your skin, careful not to waste a single drop.

[soangelbaby]

miss this acc so dearly

god, you and me both babe 😩

[dulcenenita]

ִ ♡🧁 ︎ ֺ sucking rafey through his pants ﹚

꒰ ✉️ ꒱ adult content smut car sex oral sex male receiving daddy kink

the denim of your boyfriend’s jeans is already soaked through at the front where his cock is throbbing heavy against the zipper, thick and warm like it’s aching just for you. you’re on your knees between his spread thighs in the back seat of his truck, parked behind the country club where the party is still going, but he doesn’t care about any of that right now. his big hand is tangled in your hair, firm but not rough, guiding your face closer against the fat bulge straining under his clothes.

“fuck, look at you,” rafe murmurs low, voice all gravel and heat, hips twitching up slow like he can’t stop himself. “sucking me off through my jeans like you can’t get enough of this dick, baby. you that needy for me tonight? can’t even wait for me to unzip?”

you moan soft around the thick ridge of him, mouth open and warm as you drag your tongue up the length of his clothed dick, still feeling every vein and pulse through the rough fabric. the denim tastes like him — salt, musk and that faint hint of his cologne mixed with coke dust — it makes your pussy flutter around nothing. you suck a little harder, lips sealed sweet over the fat head where a wet spot is blooming, pre-cum seeping through so you can taste him for real.

rafe’s head tips back against the seat with a deep groan, fingers tightening just enough in your hair to make you feel owned. “yeah… just like that, princess. keep using that pretty mouth on me even though i’m still zipped up. you feel so fucking good.”

you whimper and nod, spit already slipping down your chin, darkening the front of his jeans as you bob your head slower. your hands slide up his thighs, fingers pressing into the muscle while you nuzzle your cheek against the heavy weight of his balls through the denim. he’s so full, so hard it has to be uncomfortable, and you love knowing you made him like this just by looking at him earlier with that little smile.

“goddamn, baby,” rafe breathes out, free hand coming down to cup the back of your head, rocking up gentle into your mouth like he’s savoring every second. “you’re making such a mess of my pants… gonna have to walk back in there with your spit all over me. but i don’t mind. i like everyone knowing how bad you want daddy’s cock.”

you pull off just enough to catch your breath, strings of spit still connecting your swollen lips to the soaked fabric. “daddy… please,” you whisper, voice all soft and shaky. “i need it. want you to cum in your jeans while i keep sucking you through them. wanna feel you throb and spill for me even if i can’t taste every drop.”

rafe’s eyes go darker, that soft-fucked-out look he gets when you call him daddy all sweet and needy like that. he pulls your face back down, gentler this time, nose brushing the zipper as he holds you there. “then keep going, baby,” he says, voice low and rough but warm around the edges. “suck daddy’s cock just like that. make me cum in my jeans for you… i wanna feel it leaking down my balls while your mouth stays right here, all warm and wet for me.”

you dive back in with a broken little moan, sucking and licking and mouthing at him slow and deep like you’re worshiping him, the wet sounds filling the entire truck as you work him careful, feeling his cock twitch and pulse under the denim. rafe’s breathing gets heavier, hips rolling up lazy into your face, cursing your name soft between praises while you take care of him through his pants exactly the way he likes it — messy, desperate, and all his.

[ioverthought]

. 󠄀 ֺ 󠄀 𑣩𑣨 ׅ ORIGINALS MDNI rafe loves sending you nut videos. kissing rafe while he cums. rafe eats you out against your will. rafe can never go just one round. rafe loves to call you his bitch. rafe loves eating you to sleep. rafe threatens to kill himself if you leave. rafe can't keep his mouth closed during sex.

. 󠄀 ֺ 󠄀 𑣩𑣨 ׅ THINKPIECES hiring a hitman analysis. melting the cross analysis. topper thornton character analysis. sarah cameron character analysis. clark kent character analysis. the cameron family rot analysis. rafe's childhood analysis. rafe's ED analysis.

. 󠄀 ֺ 󠄀 𑣩𑣨 ׅ FANDOM POLITICS x reader inclusivity discussion. dark content discussion. trauma awareness lesson. aesthetics over morals. fandom culture decline. fandom shipping hypocrisy. fandom gender hypocrisy. two.

[rotraised]

꒰ ͜͡➸ ─ ꒰ pervbro!rafe headcanons ꒱ warnings ؛ incest. infantilization. teasing. possessiveness. noncon. perverse behavior. unsolicited sexual behavior. + more. 18+ space only ❞ ❤︎ lovenote ؛ i cant stop thinking ab him tying me up and just keeping me hostage to breed.. or at least him just fantasizing ab it and he just can’t stop jerking off ugh… also wanna expand so might make into fics which is why they’re short! ˎˊ˗

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who steals your panties and bras, even the dirty ones. you think they’re getting lost in the wash, or that maybe you got rid of stuff without remembering. meanwhile, rafe is rifling through your drawers and hamper practically every night, searching for most prettiest, filthiest pair of underwear he can find, just to wrap it around his cock because he prefers the rough friction over lube, or shoving them in his mouth when he’s being just a little too loud.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who installed cameras in your bedroom without you knowing. he’ll fuck his fist to the sight of you changing, getting ready, even preparing for bed. he’s addicted and obsessed with everything you do, like you could just look at him or whisper his nickname in that sweet, innocent little tone, and he’ll literally get hard instantly.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who has been caught by sarah with your panties in his room. she instantly knew they were yours because you were together when you bought them. stealing his charger while he’s out because her’s broke and wheezie was being selfish, your lacy white thong was stuffed lazily under his pillow, stained with what she hoped wasn’t his cum. she never brought it up, just pretends she never saw it but she can’t even look at him without being reminded.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who sneaks in your room every night just to jack off over your unconscious body. he loves how peaceful you look, loves that you have absolutely no idea he’s doing something so filthy to you while you sleep. stroking his cock slowly — almost to match the faint snores flowing past your lips, and biting his lips so hard that he nearly splits the skin.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who pretends his fleshlight is your pretty pussy. he slides in steadily every single time, like he’s genuinely trying to imagine how you’d feel, how you’d wrap around him, how your wetness would cling to the thick veins of his cock. he’ll talk to it like it’s actually you, “fuck sissy, don’t move—” or “yeah, fuckin’ take it. let your big brother stretch your little cunt out.” while rutting recklessly into the sticky, plastic toy, that ends up ripped open in ten minutes and he’s on his fifth one.

𝜗𝜚 pervbro!rafe who has ‘accidentally’ sent you his nudes once just to see your reaction. late at night, the notifications make you jolt awake and they’re definitely not what you were expecting. your brother’s full nude body — mirror pic — phone blocking half his face but you can see his jaw clenched, the veins in his arm, and the way his hand is wrapped around his glistening cock like he’s holding back something violent. your jaw drops and just as you swipe off you get the text, ‘fuck, wrong person. my bad.” and you just sit there stunned, unsure whether to keep or delete them.

[rotraised]

꒰ doctor!rafe x little!reader headcanons ꒱ ❞ reader is 18+ warnings ؛ medical play. ageplay. infantilization. innocence kink. babytalk. gagging. spit. + more. read at your own risk!

❤︎ doctor!rafe who always greets you so affectionately, treating the doorway like it’s the moment he gets to unwrap his favorite little toy. “there she is… my tiny little patient. c’mere, angel. let doctor see that sweet face.” and he always cups your chin like he’s checking if you’ve gotten smaller since last time.

❤︎ doctor!rafe who checks your pulse by pressing his stethoscope to your clit, “hold still, sweetheart. doctor’s checking your vitals.” with that low, fake professional tone that always sends a heat straight to your core. he presses harder, just enough to make your hips jerk and your breath catch, “there it is… thump-thump. guess doctor’s favorite patient is a little sensitive today, huh?” and his words make you throb all over again.

❤︎ doctor!rafe who gives you the meanest cunt slaps to test your reflexes. lifting your gown with two fingers and leaning in like he’s inspecting a wound — then placing a sharp, humiliating slap right over your pussy lips that makes your whole body jolt forward like you’ve been shocked. “look at that. instant reflex — such a jumpy little baby.” he grins cruelly at you, like you’re a little lab experiment that he’s proud of.

❤︎ doctor!rafe who finger fucks your throat to test your gag reflexes, snapping on a latex glove like what he’s doing is completely normal. two of his gloved fingers press against your tongue, cheeks bulging around his fist — then with no warning, he shoves them to the back of your throat and you gag immediately, throat tightening around him, eyes watering up. “there it is — you’re so responsive today, little one.” you try to breathe around him, drool sliding down your chin, and he wipes it with his wrist, still fingering your throat in small, precise thrusts like he’s measuring your limits, taking mental notes.

[rotraised]

꒰ ͜͡➸ ─ ꒰ bigbro!adrian chase headcanons ꒱ warnings ؛ incest. infantilization. teasing. possessiveness. dubcon. coercion. + more. 18+ space only ❞ ❤︎ lovenote ؛ this has been in the drafts for a while… ˎˊ˗

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who always assumes you’re innocent even when he doesn’t know the full story, even when you’re clearly in the wrong, he still defends you. his loyalty is blind in a way that’s almost delusional — the second your name is involved, his brain rewires itself to believe you’re incapable of wrongdoing.

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who is weirdly domestic. his violence and his caretaking exist side-by-side without contradiction — he’ll kill a man and then be home by 7:15 making you grilled cheese because you forget to eat and it stresses him out.

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who lowkey loves when you yell at him. your anger lights him up in a way he doesn’t want to admit, something warm and ego-stroking that sinks under his skin. whenever you do, he gets all smug like, “aww, look at you getting all feisty — adorable.”

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who always ‘accidentally’ ends up in your bed — he falls asleep on your floor or curled against your legs, then migrates like some nocturnal creature and wakes up tucked against your shoulder like it’s the most normal thing.

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who is incredibly overprotective. his awareness of you is constant, hypervigilant — threaded into every routine and every risk assessment he makes. you can’t walk anywhere alone, not to the mailbox or even the trash. he’ll be like, “what if someone kidnaps you? what if a bird attacks you? what if the wind blows too hard and you fall?”

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who he memorizes your entire existence like you’re his favorite thing to monitor. he knows what time you get home, what time you shower, when your period starts, when you have your mood swings, literally everything. there’s not a thing he doesn’t notice about you — you’re his life.

ꔫ bigbro!adrian who he stalks anyone who interacts with you, pretending it’s for your safety but he really just doesn’t trust a soul around you that isn’t him. he’ll run background checks on them and their families, hack their social medias, memorize their school and work schedules — swearing he’ll use this information to hurt anyone who even looks at you wrong.

[rotraised]

꒰ ͜͡➸ ─ ꒰ president!rafe headcanons ꒱ warnings ؛ incest. infantilization. m!oral. possessiveness. dubcon. coercion. praise. daddy kink. controlling behavior. obedience kink. subtle brainwashing. + more. 18+ space only ❞ ❤︎ lovenote ؛ i won’t be sleeping peacefully tonite and it’s because of him. my daddy issues are going crazy rn!! i just need him to bounce me on his lap and tell me i’m his sweetest girl <3 my heart YEARNS for it.. ˎˊ˗

Ꮺ president!rafe who makes his darling daughter hide under his desk during late-night bill signings, like it’s your own sick national tradition. one signature for congress, one slow tug of your hair for him. he’ll whisper, “this is the only way i stay sane, sweetheart.” he says that even though you both know it’s not sanity — it's obsession.

Ꮺ president!rafe who demands you call him ‘daddy’ or ‘sir’ because he loves to make you feel small and dependent on him. sir is for the public. hearings. cameras. press conferences where you sit behind him, quiet, obedient, legs crossed, eyes down, wearing something he picked because it looks innocent enough to make people underestimate you. but daddy is for private — when he has you bent over the desk in his office, reminding you that everything you have came from him choosing you.

Ꮺ president!rafe who has a thing about your appearance. he picks what you wear for each occasion, what you’re not allowed to wear, how your hair and makeup should be done, like you’re his personal little doll. and he ‘fixes’ you constantly; straightens your collar, smooths your skirt, tucks stray hair behind your ear with fingers that linger a second too long, even your posture by pulling your shoulders back from behind. chest lifted, spine straight. his chin hovering near your ear as he murmurs, “pretty girls don’t slouch.”

Ꮺ president!rafe who calls you his little legacy tells you you’re the only one worthy of carrying his last name, sharing his world, everything. he tells you you were born to be on his arm, born to sit in the oval office with your legs crossed just how he likes, born to inherit the entire world he's building piece by piece.

Ꮺ president!rafe who uses you to validate his righteousness. he’ll make you kneel between his legs, slowly sucking him off while you say everything he wants to hear — “you did so good tonight, daddy.. you got the entire country eating out of your hands.. they almost see you like i do..” and rafe just fucking groans in response, throwing his head back as he thrust his cock deeper down your throat because your words literally knock the wind out of him.

[dulcenenita]

18+ space only — telling rafe he’s doing no nut november. it’s early in the morning, you’re both in your shared bathroom, sat at your vanity getting ready for the day while he finishes up at the sink. after, rafe makes his way over to you, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, “you wanna bless me before you leave outta here, baby?” he mumbles, pressing sloppy kisses against your skin, breathing in the sweet scent of you completely.

you hum, eyes fluttering as you make eye contact with him in the mirror, “it’s the first of november, babe.” that little wicked streak in your voice slipping out, and rafe stiffens slightly, tilting his head as your words sink in. a subtle hitch in his breath, a flex of his fingers against your hips, but he doesn’t respond, just stares, so you continue, “and that means… you’re doing no nut november.” the way it comes out it too soft and teasing, like you didn’t just drop a bomb on him.

rafe huffs out a laugh with a slight shake of his head, jaw locking as his hands tighten around waist, squeezing you. the air is thick with the tension of him trying so hard not to react, but you can feel it — every part of him already straining against the thought, every muscle tense, every inch of him aching. “you’re fuckin’ joking.” he groans, making you giggle, brushing a hand over his arm around your stomach, leaning against him like it’s nothing, like you’re notcasually condemning him to torture, “i just wanna see how long you can last! c’mon rafe, it’ll be fun.”

his arms drop from your body, and he stands up straight with a quickness, running a hand over his jaw, “fun? yeah, for who exactly?” rafe glares, the words are teasing but his tone is anything but. you tilt your chin just slightly, letting the light catch the curve of your mouth as you apply your liner, “for me, rafe. all for me.” he scoffs, tries to sound casual, and you know he’s imagining all the ways he’ll fail before the month is over. that smirk — half cocky, half frustrated, spreads across his face, and he mutters, “you’re evil, baby.”

you laugh under your breath, soft and airy, the kind that drives him insane because it means you’re two steps ahead. “and imagine how good it’ll be after you finish it. after you’ve gone a whole month without touching me. like, just think of me as your reward!” rafe drags his tongue across his teeth, jaw tight, eyes never leaving yours. the smallest smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth, but it’s strained, like he’s trying not to show how much that got to him, “you’re gonna regret this, angel. i promise you.”

you grin, satisfied, grabbing your bag and standing up. “then be good for me, okay?” you say, patting his chest lightly as you pass by him. he watches you leave, silent, fists flexing once at his sides before he exhales hard through his nose, muttering to himself, “fuckin’ november.”

[ioverthought]

and you guys keep saying ‘x reader should be applicable to all’ and only mean it when it comes to skintone? how is it for all if you only write fem!reader? oh.. because you don’t mean everyone, you mean everyone within the limits of what you personally identify as.

if “x reader” was truly supposed to be for all, then every single fic would have to be genderless, raceless, ageless, shapeless, accentless, emotionless, sexless — and at that point it’s not a damn story anymore, it’s a tax form. 😭

[ioverthought]

So did you miss the point where OP said it would literally be fine if you just tagged it with white reader or… it’s not hard to find phrases to be inclusive and actually all-reader friendly plenty of other writers do it. All OP was saying is if you’re gonna give your xreader physical traits and characteristics tag it to reflect that, it’s like y’all miss the point on purpose.

i understand wanting inclusivity, but forcing every emotional expression to fit a narrow racialized idea isn’t it.

as a mixed afro-latina, my writing naturally reflects me. blushing, gestures, small physical cues — these aren’t race-specific. asking me to tag myself as ‘white’ or censor these details erases both my identity and the reality of poc experience. inclusivity works when it allows all writers to exist in their own voice, not when it polices them.

FOR THE PPL IN THE BACK, blushing is not a race (nor an indicator of race) it’s an emotional response that happens across all races and body types. flushed cheeks aren’t a physical trait, that’s fundamentally incorrect from a biological standpoint. writing for yourself isn’t exclusion. policing poc writers for expressing natural emotion is performative, controlling, and erases real lived experience.

authenticity > “universal comfort” always.