dark rafe stealing bimbo readers bikini tops bc “he doesnt like tan lines”
a last minute pick-up for a boat ride meant that there was no time to slip into your bathing suit before hopping onto the boat. so you nearly trip in slipping your legs through your bikini bottoms, already bent at the waist to rummage through your back. there's too many shades of pink in the bag, and you struggle to find the vibrant hot pink that matches the bottoms. "rafe?"
he doesn't hear you the first time, and you're forced to retreat from the safety of the bottom floor of the boat, hands strapped against your chest to hide from potential strangers. "rafe, have you seen my top anywhere? i think it fell out in your truck.. fuck."
rafe steps away from the steering wheel, already sipping at a beer. "hm?" he swallows and then stares. "nah, haven't seen it."
"you sure? it's quite bright," your eyes narrow when his lip quivers, too late to hide it behind another swig of beer. "you'd see it."
"everything you own is fucking pink, kid," he reminds you with a pointed look, and your shoulders drop. "and you leave your shit everywhere. the fuck am i supposed to know where it is?"
the top in question is shoved into the glove compartment near the wheel, and rafe quirks an eyebrow as if to dare you to argue. you pout. "well i can't go swimming then. i can't go in with nothing."
rafe shrugs. "don't see why not. besides, the tan lines are getting annoying."
a scowl pops up, and you don't try to wrestle it down. "really? you get to look at my tits every night and you're complaining about tan lines?"
rafe sets his drink down, reaching down to pull off his polo tee. "don't like 'em. let 'em tan naturally." his heels thunk noisely against the floor when he walks over, hands pulling away your own.
"see?" he says in a whispery, gravelly tone, finding your lips in a chaste, fleeting kiss. "look how pretty they look," he pinches a nipple lightly between his fingers and you mewl. "they deserve some sunlight, don't you think?"
mean!rafe teasing crybaby!reader until she starts crying and he drops his mean act 🥹🤞🏼
she had gotten all pretty for him - golfing skirt tickling at the middle of her thighs and teasing up her backside, and pink, low-cut shirt leaving a bit too much to the imagination. she'd taken the role as his caddy, handing him his desired golf clubs with batting eyelashes and dopey smiles despite his passive appreciation for it. her heels thud against the side of the golf-cart with the action of her swinging legs, the cracked leather of the seat digging into her palms. "rafe?"
rafe's line of sight shifts from the bouncing golf ball back to his girl, and his brows pinch together as he stalks back to her. "what do you need this time?" he snips, handing her the golf club, which she slips back into its home.
she huffs, hands splaying in her lap, now, as she turns back to him. "can't we do something else, now? we've been doin' this all day."
rafe's eyelids obscure his blue irises in a slow blink of perturbance before he scoffs. "you already impatient, princess? i knew i shouldn't have brought you, huh? only like it when i take you shopping, don't you?"
she pauses in her swinging, jaw ticking in her endeavor to blink back the tears that portend their descent. "that's not true," her trill is laden with a glum attitude, and it cracks with her denial. "i just like spending time with you. why do you have to say that?"
his facade splinters at its corners, and he gnaws at the inside of his cheek in contemplation as the girl wrestles against the tears that now coat her cheeks. "okay, okay," he finally caves, hooking a hand around her head and pressing her firmly against his shoulder, fingernails scratching at her scalp. "easy with the tears, kid."
she warbles against the muscle, hands pushing meekly against his chest. "you're so mean!"
rafe coos, leaning down to bury his nose in her hair so he can press a kiss there. "i'm not mean, baby," he assures her. "i'm just teasing you, alright? just a small joke, princess. don't worry about it, okay? i didn't mean it."
she wrangles herself free, chin digging into his armpit while she looks up at him with bleary eyes. "and you did promise we'd go shopping after."
his eyes roll as if by their own accord while one hand creeps down to pinch gently at her thigh. "sure, kid. we'll go shopping. just no more crying, okay? can't get you anything if you're crying."
could you maybe write luke castellan x crybaby!reader who’s being awfully mouthy to him in bed after they wake up, so he has to tell her off?
ok ok i used this ask as an excuse to start writing for stepbro!luke oops - so dark content under the cut pookies
discomfort bleeds from your limbs like thick sap, and the bulge of luke's thick, muscled calf brushes against your shin in his rousing movement. his nose twitches with the tickle of a curl across the bridge of it, his arm draped heavily over your collarbones. the sheets, which have barely been worn in from your step brother's new arrival from the strange camp your father's new wife keeps mentioning, shift noisily when you twist to look at the clock.
it's early - too early, and that much is shown by the fatigued parting of luke's lips beside your cheekbone - but time isn't a factor with the empty bed in the master bedroom and the family car gone from the garage downstairs. "luke, i've gotta shower," you muse, and the brunet scoffs indignantly, even in his sleepy state.
"i like the smell," his voice cracks as lethargy squeezes at his vocal cords, suckling your jaw with warm lips until your head drops back and luke can stir you closer. "means i got you all worked up, doesn't it?"
your thigh drapes across his pelvis, bare, flaccid dick stirring underneath the goose-pebbled flesh, and luke captures your heavy head in his palm when it drops to the side. "you're gross," you press between your teeth when he worries the other hand between your legs, swiping taught fingertips between your spread legs to find your weepy cunt.
"i can feel that you like it," he gruffs, flicking impassively against your arousal-slicked clit until you're chasing after the stimulation with stuttered gyrations of your hips. "so quit lyin' about it."
you hide the warmth of your cheeks in his pectoral, and his cock prods angrily at the inside of your knee.
"they'll be back soon." you continue your unabashed grinding down onto his fingertips, which now swirl teasingly against your eager hole.
"they will." he confirms, pressing a middle and ring inside, cheeks dimpling with a cheeky smile.
"i should shower. they can smell you on me." he buries them inside your cunt until the palm of his hand is pressed flush against your ass.
"i can smell me on you." he seethes, nose shoving into your cheek when he captures your swollen bottom lip between his teeth, worrying at it fervently. "you won't get up."
he scissors his fingers, spreading them inside your warm, vice-like pussy until the pads brush against a vulnerable spot. your belly tenses and seizes, toes curling against the noisy sheets, and you moan into luke's open, wet mouth. "i'll do it right now."
luke's fingers tighten around your skull, twisting unconsciously around your hair until he can draw you away from his saliva-soaked lips. "do it," he spits, and you want to chase back for the taste of his tongue. "be a good girl and go take a shower. see what happens."
your eyes narrow, but your irises still soften when he manages to wriggle in a third finger, aware that your tight cunt will manage considering its previous abuse from the cock that's spilling, begging, onto his happy trail, now.
"and if i don't?" you whisper.
he leans in, his breath his hot against your face when his fingers screw tighter in your hair, and pain spirals out of your scalp. "i'm sure my cock tastes different when it hasn't already been between your legs, hm?"
you swallow thickly. "can i see?"
luke's heart leaps up into his throat, and he nearly chokes on it; nearly loses his composure. "if y'can before mom comes up, yeah."
subby!reader sitting ontop of the sink watching mean!rafe as he pisses and she accidentally lets out a whimper as he finishes and tugs on his cock to get the last drops out and he just cocks his head and is all like "you're such a whore, i can't believe that turns you on."
i felt so dirty writing this. #noregretstho. i'd let rafe piss on me fr
she's been attached to his hip all day, with fingers that struggle to leave the belt loop at the small of his back, or hands that slip under the fabric of his shirt to feel the thrum of his heartbeat underneath her palms.
in compromise, he had taken her into the bathroom, propped her atop the marble countertop, and allowed her to watch as he tugged down the zipper of his shorts and freed his aching cock, bladder full and in need of release. her fingers curl around the edge of the countertop, feet swinging with delight as he pisses, one hand brushing away the strands of hair that drop into his line of vision, obscuring his aim.
the soft cock twitches as he tugs on it, then, trying to rid of the last few drops with a low hiss, and you whimper, mouth salivating and pussy pulsating.
rafe glances over with a scoff, tucking himself back into his boxers and then into his shorts, eyes rolling. "are you serious right now?" he steps closer, pinching once at her chin. "you are such a fucking whore, you know that?" his head cocks to the side, ideas spurring to life behind his dark irises. "you like that, huh? anything turns on my stupid girl.. isn't that right?" he pats at her cheek now, stalking off and leaving her to jump off the counter and follow him like a lost puppy. "just the way i like it."
he's so stoic about it, biting back a smile when you squeal with glee, bouncing on your toes, gratefully accepting the necklace that's draped over your awaiting hands. his indifferent expression stays glued to his face as you throw your arms around his neck, peppering sloppy kisses over his furnace cheeks, his hands anchoring at your pelvis. "alright, alright, easy, puppy dog, it's no big deal."
but you're gushing, thrusting it back into his hands and turning around, helping him slip the piece of jewelry around your throat and clasp it at the nape of your neck. he clicks the lock into place, the key of which dangling around his own neck. "there we go, hm? let's keep it like that, i don't want you taking it off."
you give the chain a tentative tug, spinning around to give him a show of the necklace, the pendants - just tiny letters, r and c - resting just above the swelling peaks of your breasts. "do you like it?"
he snorts in laughter, pinching at your chin. "of course i do, i fuckin' bought it, kid."
and then you're hugging him again, cheek to cheek, excited laughter lilting through the air. "oh i love it, rafe! thank you! thank you!"
and he's finally allowing a soft smile to crack threw as he pats twice at your ass. his voice is husky, a deep baritone at the shell of your ear. "i know you do, baby. just needed a way to show who's you are when i'm not around, hm?"
dark!rafe that spanks you every-time you "misbehave" in public
"oh.. pretty!" you gasp, pushing up on tiptoes to get a proper glance at the sparkly necklace in the back, fingers rapping against the protective glass. "i like that one!"
rafe sucks at his teeth, distracted by the flurry of people that are rushing by the jeweler's window before he turns his attention back to you, eyebrows popping upward in question. "which one?"
you pout, dropping back onto your heels. "you weren't even paying attention." the drawl is more of a whine as you adjust the strap of your costly purse against your shoulder. "you said you would!"
rafe scoffs, bracing an elbow against the glass box and using his free hand to adjust the sunglasses propped atop his head. "easy with the whining. what do you want?"
arms cross over your chest, and you bite back another whine. "why should i tell you now? what if you don't pay attention. but then pain is bleeding across your bum as he swats at it, frilly skirt jolting upward and nearly revealing the rosy hue of your new undergarments.
your mouth falls open, hand flying back to protect against another spanking. "hey! what was that for?"
rafe points in the direction of the glass, unabashed by the scowl you're now sporting. "you gonna pick one or what? i don't have all day, princess, let's go."
Perv!Stepbro!Rafe watching Reader shower and get dressed everyday “just to make sure she doesnt forget anything” and if she does, then he gets to take her then and there
he leans against the porcelain back of the toilet, foot tapping against the tiled bathroom floor as he observes tendrils of soap slip around the curves of her body, delving between her legs before finding the white honey-comb tile of the shower floor. "there we go," he praises, sitting up a bit straighter, palms smoothing over his jean-clad thighs to rid of the giddy clamminess that clings to them. "just like that, kid, you know how to do it."
her lips stretch into a grateful smile at the praise, reaching over to grab the face wash off the shelf. "i know how to shower, rafe," she quips, squirting a nickel-sized amount of the soap into her open hand. "don't need your help... like with the other stuff."
rafe shrugs, blinking back a blank expression. "i'm only here to help, don't you understand?" his head cocks to the side now, as she rinses her clean face under the stream of the shower jet. "i only want you to learn."
she blinks away the water that clings to her lashes as she nods. "i know," she simpers, shutting off the water and opening the glass door to retrieve her towel. "thank you, rafe."
rafe clucks his disapproval near immediately, rising from the closed toilet to pull the button of his jeans from its eyelet. "you forgot a step, baby," he chides, yanking down the zipper. "but do you remember what happens when you do forget?"
her fingers stall around the thick fabric of the towel, frowning at the male, although excitement swirls in her eyes. "just like last time?"
his nose wrinkles with the grin that he flashes. "just like last time, baby. over the counter now, lemme see what i'm working with."
dark!rafe making you cum infront of his friends while there just casually talking as if shes not there
i'm gonna go with barry because i just LOVE that fucking dynamic
you're draped over his lap, nose tucked into his shoulder while he massages lackadaisical circles inside your warm cunt, eyebrows raising as barry sits back and takes a long drag of the joint pinched between his fingers. rafe frowns at the sight. "you gonna share that or what, man?"
you moan into his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as his thumb brushes over your swollen clit. "rafe.."
he tuts, looking down. "the adults are talking, sweetheart. just stay quiet, alright?" he's kind enough to kiss at your temple before glancing up at barry. "c'mere, asshole."
barry scoffs, rising from the seat to hand his friend the dying blunt before he finds his seat once more. "you've got your hands busy, man. thought you'd give it up for a second. she's already a mess anyway, should give her a break."
rafe manages to slip the joint between his lips, taking a long and heavy drag, fingers inside you moving faster now. "nah, she can take it, can't you baby?" he beams, blowing the smoke against your parted lips and into your whining mouth. "just give me a sec, alright, man?" rafe grunts, smirking as you begin to squirm in your spot, chasing an orgasm that dances on the horizon. "she'll be done in a minute. then she'll pass out and we'll be able to talk business."
