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?"
mmmm thinking about sweaty make out sessions with luke with copious amounts of shameless dry humping!
luke catches your heavy breath in his mouth with his fingers in your hair, tugging your face closer to his until your noses knock and your teeth clash. his onyx curls feather over your fingertips when you weave your fingers behind his skull, and his chest expands against your pulsating one. "wait, wait," your breath catches against a notch in the back of your throat, and you swallow back your heart when it leaps up there. "can't breathe."
his halfie aches underneath your bottom; it's smothered by your quivering thighs and it chubs up with every brazen drag of your hips and wanton cry into his mouth. "took your breath away already, huh?" the corner of his lips dances up, and you kiss it away, erasing the smug expression.
"it's just hot in here," you excuse, limbs slick with uncomfortable perspiration. "don't get ahead of yourself."
luke laughs, then, chasing after your retreating mouth and catching your bottom lip between his gleaming teeth, surprising you enough to slip his tongue in against yours. he gathers each drop of saliva that oozes out, enthralled and inebriated on the taste of desperation that seeps out.
your clit throbs underneath the seam of your joggers, and you press further on it, catching the eager bud against the outline of the cock squeezed in between your legs. your lips slip against luke's and the threat of a bloody, swollen lip has your heart leaping again. "want you to cum," your hips drag lazily, and his dick responds accordingly.
"before you do?" he drawls, and you lap up the sarcastic remark with another low whine.
luke grapples sloppily for your hips, guiding your stuttered movements as you swivel downward, obscuring your selfish desires behind the quick grinding. "i'll clean you up," you preen, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss against his cheekbone when he pulls up for air again. "get you clean and everything."
the grey of his sweats darkens, the small patch growing in size with the betrayal of his hidden arousal, and luke groans through his teeth. pre spills from his rouged cock, and you move harder - faster. "you're such a whore," he teases against your mouth when you find it again, and your fingers tighten around the wiry strands of sweaty hair between them. "practically begging for it, aren't you?"
your eyes squeeze shut, jaw loosening with another tight mewl of rapture. he echoes the same noise, palm holding fast against the small of your back. burying his searing dick inside your cunt; tucking it inside those warm walls with his balls pressed tight against your perineum -- luke is losing it, eyes rolling back inside his skull as your grip on his hair yanks his head back, exposing his vulnerable jugular.
your seat below grows damp as ropes of warm cum paint the inside of his pants, and your lips seal around his bobbing adam's apple, sucking an angry mark into the pulsating flesh. he smiles again, cheeks cratering with audacious dimples, and you thumb soothingly at his tacky temple. "go on then," he swallows, chasing for some air to enter his breathless lungs. "clean me up."
ethan controlling readers vibrator and making her cum over and over again until she’s an overstimulated babbling mess
"no, no" ethan takes your aching jaw in his hand, forcing your eyes away from the ceiling and back onto his cynical grin. "look at me, look at me, there we go, there's a good girl," he says, painting away your tacky ears with a brush of his thumb.
you're a sniffling mess, lashes heavy with exaggerated tears as ethan wipes away the remaining tears that have slipped over your jaw. your hands lay limply around the wrist that dotes so lovingly at your lips now, pushing past them until two long fingers prod at the back of your throat, kissing it in greeting.
"now tell me what's the matter, huh? why you so sad?" he rolls the head of the vibrator higher up, drawing back the hood of your clit so that the intense thrum churns directly against it.
you groan, throat dry and in need of water, back lilting off the mattress until your balmy belly meets his. "no moving, no moving," he croons, his kisses wet and hot as he seals them across your cheekbones. "stay still, and you'll get what you want. that's what you want, isn't it, to cum?"
your answer means nothing to him as your grip grows firmer around his wrist, trying to budge it away to speak when it drops, a gentle weight, against your throat.
your complaint is a broken, whiny coo when he swirls the vibrator in tight, controlled circles against your quivering button. your drooling hole wets his dorm bed's sheets as it seeps viscerally from you, nipples hard and eager as ethan's forearm drags against them with every movement.
ethan smirks again, perspirant curls dropping over his eyes and darkening the already-black irises. "tell me. use your words." he seethes, pushing the words out from behind clenched teeth, dropping the device so he can easily shove two crooked fingers into your weepy cunt, silencing your woes with a sloppy kiss against your mouth.
you cry out into his mouth, hips swiveling again as another climax teases you in your periphery, and ethan scoffs into your mouth, suckling your slick bottom lip into his own. "oh yeah, atta girl, you got it. tell me how much you want it." he pushes in deeper, the heel of his hand hard and firm against your clit. "tell me how much of a whore you are."
eddie telling venom to try and be a bit more gentle with reader during sex, and he tries, does well for 5 minutes, then gives up
eddie had allowed him to take over for once, allowing the symbiote to emerge from the confines of his human body and reveal himself in his goopy, onyx form. but he's unwilling to stay quiet, the male's voice an incessant chatter in venom's ear. "you're so much stronger than her," eddie reminds him as he drapes your thighs over your chest, tongue pushing into your ready cunt, the muscle writhing in until he can feel the divot of your cervix against it. "be gentle."
venom nearly roars back in retaliation, tentacles curling around your legs to prevent them from falling back into their natural position. but he refrains, retracting his tongue a few inches to keep from bruising your delicate walls, choosing to just piston it in and out until you're practically writhing underneath him.
"do you remember the last time you were this rough with her? she couldn't walk for an entire day. do you really want that to happen again?" eddie chants, the sounds echoing like an annoying game of pinball inside his brain.
'shut up!" he finally bites back, pulling away your dripping pussy and doing his best to ignore the perturbed whine that rolls off your tongue from it. "can't you see that i'm trying to work here?"
eddie is quick to snip back with a retort that has venom's blood roaring up to an irate boil. "you're not trying anything. be. gentle."
the alien shakes his head, shoving the voice into the deepest recesses of his mind so that he can properly focus his attention on you now, tongue lapping up all the way from your navel to your jawline. "he wants to be gentle," he purls in his husky, growly baritone. "i can't be gentle with you, pet. not when you taste the way that you do. i'm going to fuck you over with it until i have tasted every drop that you can release to me. and then i may give the stupid man a try."
she’s been clingy all day and rafe gets tired of it and yells at her then she cries, he comes to apologize by eating her out!!
"alright, get the fuck off," he twines, shaking you off the crooked arm you're looped around. "i need to get work done, and you're not helping. can you give me some space, please? jesus christ."
with a huff and a straightening of his spine, rafe returns his attention to his dimly-lit screen computer screen, the contents of which long lost in your memory. you're immediately frowning, blinking back the threat of tears that tickle at your waterline. you pick at the fraying end of your old sweatshirt when you slide off the edge of the bed, bare feet cold against the hardwood. "okay.. i'm just gonna go the bathroom."
the sorrowful tone with which you speak is enough to have rafe burying his face in his hands, an annoyed groan quickly chasing after the action. he rubs tiredly at his eyes before he moves upward to his eyebrows and then up to his hairline, until he's tugging at the short strands of hair. "stop that, come here," he commands, glancing up at your retreating figure through blurry eyes.
you pause at the doorframe, turning around and wriggling a toe into the junction between the transition strip and wood. "i just have to.. pee. and then i should head home, that's all. i have to feed my cat and everything, so..."
rafe closes the laptop, tossing it onto the edge of the bed so that he can fully lounge on the mattress. he tucks a hand underneath the weight of his skull, using his free hand to beckon you closer. "i said come here. don't make me repeat myself."
you return to his side with heavy feet, fingers wrestling snakes behind your back. "i don't want to be a burden anymore, today, rafe. i should just go home. don't worry about it."
rafe rolls his eyes near-immediately, reaching out to latch onto your wrist before you have the chance to turn around again. "i'm sorry, okay?" he starts, pulling you into his side so that he can press an awkward kiss against your clothed bicep. "i'm sorry. i was a dick, i know that. just come here, i don't want you to leave."
you blink back the next layer of tears that portend their descent, slowly accepting and leaning into his embrace. "i'm sorry," he continues, placing a wet kiss against a hidden junction underneath your jaw. "just stay, please?"
you comply, with a heavy sigh, easing into the bed next to him and tucking yourself rightfully at his side. "i don't want to bother you, though. you have stuff to do."
he rolls you over him, however, so that you're planted on his other side on your back. "yeah, i have stuff to do, what about it?"
he hooks his fingers into the bands of your sleep shorts and panties, drawing the fabric down your quivering thighs. "do you have a problem with that? is that okay?" he poses, tossing the discarded clothing onto the floor beside the bed. "but i just need a quick snack, and it may be the only way to show you how sorry i am, baby."
you nod, albeit hesitantly, when he pries your sticky thighs apart, teeth already sinking into the supple flesh of your inner thigh. "yeah?" he confirms, smoothing his hands over the delicate surface. "well i'm sorry, princess. don't ever leave, alright? want you close forever."
i can't stop thinking about venom actually trying to be gentle while fucking reader. like he's always so intense, but he loves his baby so much and she loves him and he can't help but slow down his thrusts when she whines. he's just so long and thick, kissing her cervix with every thrust, tummy thick with a bulge
his deep-rooted, primal instincts are screaming at him beside eddie's accompanying lazy baritone when he slows his movements, allowing you to catch your breath underneath his shadowy figure. "he wants to know if you are alright." he purls, tone softer than his usual gruff, doing his best to ignore the near-painful throbbing of his cock inside your wet cunt. "he said i am going too hard."
you nod, breathless, chest heaving with each heavy gulp. "i just.. i um.. i just need a second."
the symbiote nods, delving into nuzzle his goopy head under the bend of your chin, tongue darting out to drag lazily over your balmy breast, the tip of it curling hungrily around your pebbled nipple. "it feels good, doesn't it?" he coos, another tendril detaching from his body to draw back the head of your clit to expose the raw muscle. "i always take such good care of you, don't i, princess?"
you affirm his inquiry with a warbling cry, squirming on his thick cock, desperate for the stimulation that he once provided you. "almost there, vee.." you preen, gasping wetly when the tongue tugs at your nipple, his cock pushing into uncharted depths. your ba k presses off the cushion of the mattress, chasing after an orgasm that's dancing on the horizon, teeth clenching.
"i love you," venom coos, the sound so warm when it drifts past your eardrums, now flicking that tentacle against the clit with just the right amount of pleasure. "our perfect girl, taking my cock so well. not even eddie takes my cock this well, you should know," he can't help but jab at his counterpart, who's groaning with exaggerated embarrassment.
you whine, mewling around each shove of his cock up into your wet pussy, your walls stretching with every rough movement. "easy," he chides, now. "don't let the stupid man teach you anything - i'm not going to deal with another brat."
heavily fantasising over Luke eye fucking his girl who always matches her camp half blood shirt with a short denim skirt in any circumstance 😇
a daughter of aphrodite is one of style - and grace, luke gathers - and he's basking in the glory of the outfit you've managed to throw on this early morning. despite the sun's bashful head barely peeking through the thick bramble of trees surrounding the camp, charm bracelets dangle from your wrists, earrings bounce in your earlobes, and your lips slathered in lip gloss when you step out of your cabin. luke observes as fingers rub carefully around the drying coats of mascara on your lashes, thighs pressing tightly together to rid of the goosebumps that erupt to the surface.
luke slouches further into the rickety, unforgiving bench in the dining area, bracing his elbows against the top of the picnic table. "that's messed up, man," grover grouches at his left, and his neck snaps to find the owner of the complaint.
his lips quirk upward while his knee begins to bounce against the weathered grass underneath the sole of his foot. "what, it's a crime to check out my girl? c'mon now."
he returns his gaze back to your nearing figure, the hoops of your denim skirt strung through with a chain belt that raps against your thigh with each fatigue-induced step. your hips rise and fall as you walk, belly peaking out over the waistline of the article of clothing when your arms stretch over your head in a stretch. "you're a pig," the satyr twines, and luke doesn't bother giving him another glance.
closing in on the pair, you slot yourself between luke's open, spread thighs, your face pulled into a sour expression. "why do we have to eat breakfast so early?" your bracelets jangle noisily when you go to rub at your eyes while luke's hands, cold in their touch, glide over the swell of your hips, finding each other at the small of your back.
you grumble about the fierce chill of his fingertips when he draws you in closer, stamping a sloppy kiss above your navel and chasing it with a few more. "'morning t'you too, princess," he drawls, and your hands drop into his tussle of curls.
"hi," you battle a yawn with a shy grin, yelping when luke blows a noisy raspberry into your abdomen. your squirm away proves fruitless when he grabs two handfuls of your backside, squeezing at the fatty flesh through the thick fabric of your skirt.
your fingers tighten in their knotting in his hair, pulling his head back so you can see the narrowing of his eyes against the rising star behind you. "you're a pig," you echo grover's criticism with a seal of your mouth over his, printing a sheen of cherry lipgloss over his puckered lips when he pulls you into his lap.
your bare knees are suddenly vulnerable against the splinters of the wooden bench, but the taste of his tongue - blueberry pancakes and over-pulped orange juice - is far too distracting. that, and the firming up of his dick underneath your bottom. "... but g'morning."
Here's a very dirty thought about my baby lip gallagher... So he is teaching the virgin reader how to fuck so she can do it with someone she likes.
In the end, we get two whores with high libidos who do domestic things but claim they are not dating.
sTOOPPPP i fucking love this concept so much god bless
the energy drink on the bedside table goes half unconsumed when you lean over to place the drink atop its scratched surface, retracting only to roll over onto your back. your legs are balmy with sweat, still spread to reveal the wet pussy that lip was previously savaging with two crooked fingers and a tongue that could lap at your clit for hours. you've just managed to placate their tremblings, but you're still trying to catch your breath. "well, yeah. should feel like that," he huffs, drying off his soggy digits with a spare t-shirt in the corner of his bedroom.
you push up onto your elbows, blinking dopily at him. "that.. that feeling.. there," your eyes flit down to the mound between your legs that swollen and pulsing with red-hot heat. "are you sure that's normal?"
lip shrugs, kneeling his way back onto the mattress so he can flop down beside you, supporting the back of his head with a forearm behind it. "well, i don't know if it's the same feeling for you as it is for us, but i figure it is."
he reaches across his chest to fetch the pack of cigarettes on the opposite end of the bed, offering you one despite your frequent vehemence. he's all chubbed up, cock leaking a steady flow of precum that traces the journey of the thick vein that lines the length of it. "here, c'mere, kid," he grunts, the lighter clicking. "get between my legs."
eager to please, you obey, settling yourself between his thick thighs and bracing your weight on your forearms. "grab my dick, stupid," he snorts, inhaling a lungful of smog.
you obey, grappling the girth of him with enough fervor to have him hissing with discomfort. "okay, okay, easy," he chides through a coughing plume of smoke. "gentle, alright? you don't want to rip it off, do you?"
warmth paints your cheeks like acrylic on a canvas, and you're easing your grip on him. "alright, now, spit it your hand, yeah?" he commands, and you obey.
the immediate lubrication is astounding, and you're quick to learn, pumping at his shaft with inquiring eyes up at the male to assure his pleasure. "is that good?" you whisper under your breath, and he barely catches it, for he's too focused on not spilling over your hand like a pubescent boy just learning about porno mags.
he nods, suddenly at a loss of words. "just uh..." he's forced to clear the frog in his throat. "run your thumb over the head, just there, - oh shit," his head falls back, hips bucking into the sticky palm of your hand. "ease up on the grip again, babe, you're gonna make me fucking cum."
you're pouting, legs stilling in their kicking motion against the mattress. "but isn't that what you want? i mean- isn't that what guys want? to cum?"
his lips downturn momentarily before he's straightening them out in a pursed expression. "no yeah just uh..." another inhale. "drag it about it, alright? make 'em want it. works every time, i swear."
