Okay But Forreal How Would It Go Down If Babydolls Dad Caught Trailer Park!rafe Defiling His Precious

Okay but forreal… how would it go down if babydoll’s dad caught trailer park!rafe defiling his precious daughter 😫 I can just imagine him getting more suspicious about the time his daughter is gone and one day he catches her walking into Rafe’s trailer and barges in their to see her getting absolutely defiled and disgraced by Rafe who would just smirk and be like “think it’s about time we tell him he’s gonna be a grandpa or what?” UGHHH HE’S SO MEAN I LUV HIM

uh oh 🤭

With you being pregnant, you had been spending nearly all your time over at Rafe’s. You weren’t very far along, your bump barely noticeable to most. You were in your own little world, happy as can be to be pregnant with Rafe’s baby and very hormonal. You were even more clingy with him, nearly had a meltdown when he left to go get beer one night and needed dick all the time.

Your father had been growing a little suspicious of you here recently as you seemed to never be home anymore. It was now the third day this week you hadn’t been at the trailer when he had gotten off work and he couldn’t get past it. So much so he got in his truck and began slowly driving down the road to see if you were around the park anywhere. Surely he had nothing to worry about and you were just finishing up handing out the cookies you liked to make for everyone.

He was about to turn around when he spotted a flash of pink at one of a familiar trailer. His eyes widened in a flash of horror as he saw you walking into the run down dump that was Rafe Cameron’s. The same man that never paid rent on time, had a major attitude problem and got drunk all day off of cheap beer. What was his innocent daughter doing anywhere around that piece of trash? Your father didn’t know what he had expected to see when he barged in Rafe’s trailer door, but it definitely wasn’t you on that filthy man’s lap doing things he never thought you would ever partake in. He didn’t even have words to process the sight he saw in front of him.

You were so incredibly needy, Rafe’s huge cock stretching your leaking hole as he whispered dirty words in your ear. His large hands gripped your waist that was barely starting to round out, reminding himself you were indeed knocked up with his baby. He smiled at the thought, facial hair tickling your neck as you threw your head back against his broad shoulder. “Such a desperate little thing for cock now that I got you pregnant, huh?” His voice rough as you had barely walked through the front door before he had your pretty little pink dress up as you were begging to be filled.

It was the door slamming open that made his blue eyes look up an instant look of gratification on his face as he saw your father standing there in shock. You were so cock drunk too, that you couldn’t do anything but sit there and continue to take it up your fluttering cunt. He let out a small laugh, staring the old man right in the face as he continued to thrust upward. He was sick for doing this, but then again really gave zero fucks. He wanted this to happen, to finally show that miserable bastard that he had ownership of your sugary sweet self now.

“Well look who it is babydoll. Takin’ a bad man’s dick up your little fuckhole for your pops to finally see. Should we tell him he’s gonna be a grandpa?” Rafe’s voice raspy as your beautiful moans still echoed off the trailer walls. Oh he had you completely ruined and he was loving every dirty second of it. Here you were taking dick up your pretty cunt that he had broken open and nutted into, now to only be a hormonal mess that couldn’t get anything out but “Fuck me..”

Bestie umm sorry (I’m h*rny) but could you write a blurb about Rafe x reader having sex for the first time after revealing their feelings for one another ?

aaa great minds 🤭 i was just thinking about this!!

based on this fic, continuation of this blurb! 18+!

rafe is lying awake in bed, staring at his ceiling in the dark, feeling like he needs to mentally catch up to everything that happened in the past 24 hours.

it’s all because he drunkenly called her his girlfriend last night. that set off a chain of events that eventually made them face the feelings they have for each other.

and even though he can’t pinpoint when his revenge hook-up turned best friend with benefits claimed a piece of his heart for her own, in retrospect, he can recognize the hints of proof that they weren’t just friends.

if she was always just a friend to him, he wouldn’t have spent so much time thinking about her. he wouldn’t have been in practice, trying to perfect his lay-ups, unable to really focus because he was looking forward to hanging out with her after. he wouldn’t have had so much fun doing something as mundane as grocery shopping with her. he wouldn’t be out with friends, all the while wishing he was with her in her dorm. he wouldn’t have liked the corny pillowtalk after sex as much as he liked the sex itself.

and now, he can’t stop thinking about how she felt pressed up against the couch earlier tonight. he was hard, because he always is when she’s touching him, but she has an early class tomorrow and he still feels like he got run over from how hard he partied last night and he knows that the next time they’re in bed together, it’ll be different because now they both know it’s not just sex. so he dropped her off without trying anything.

and honestly, he’s kind of nervous. this is all new. he never thought of himself as the boyfriend type, but then again, he didn’t know a girlfriend was this - a best friend who knows him inside and out and still chooses to like him.

he decides he’s taking her out tomorrow night. and then she’ll come over and he’ll show her just how much he appreciates that she’s a part of his life because he really has never felt as happy as he does when he’s around her.

through their whole friendship, rafe has been the decision maker. he makes the plans and all she has to do is show up. she loves that he does the work, and she knows she could tell him she wants to something else, and she has, but most of the time, she lets him be the boss because he does it so well. at least, in making plans. she challenges his dominance in other ways.

so, when he tells her to be ready for dinner at 7 the next day, she happily gets dressed and purposely puts on her nicest lingerie because she has a feeling that the night will end in his bed.

it’s not weird to greet each other with a kiss, even though they used to only kiss minimally during hook-ups. it’s not weird to hold hands as they walk up to the restaurant. it’s not weird when she playfully shoves his shoulder from across the table when he teases her and he kisses the back of her hand instead of pushing her away. it’s not weird, because it’s all things they both wanted to do but never did because they called each other just friends.

he suggests they go to his place and the moment his bedroom door shuts behind them, his hands are dragging up her thighs, squeezing her ass under her dress, kissing her hard.

rafe’s typically the aggressive one but now she’s shoving him back into bed, her hands on his hard chest, and he smiles under the kiss, revelling in how eager she is for him.

“can’t wait?” he mumbles, pulling her down by her waist on top of him.

she laughs softly, their noses touching as she lies on top of him, feeling his fingers sinking into her skin over her dress.

“what, can you?” she whispers, grinding up against him, feeling how he’s already hard as hell for her.

“you kidding?” he says. “no. look at you. you’re fucking beautiful.”

he’s never used that word before. outside of the bedroom, they were hardly ever verbally affectionate, and during sex, he called her hot a couple of times. this is new.

“i am?” she whispers, pressing her cheek against his as she starts to unbutton his shirt.

he’s overtaken by how badly he wants her, flipping her onto her back, kissing and nipping at her neck as he pushes the fabric of her dress up to her waist.

she gasps in pleasure when he yanks down her panties and puts his mouth up against her. her hand finds his hair as he starts to lap at her, treating her like he’s been craving her taste all day, and honestly, he has been.

her legs are spread as wide as they can go so he can kiss and lick and suck every inch of her. the sounds of her soft moans, of his mouth against how wet she is, are so fucking good that his cock is aching at this point.

they meet eyes as he sucks her clit, his nose pressed up against her, and she looks like she’s living in pure bliss and disbelief, her chest stuttering with her hard breaths.

he pulls back with a smack of his lips, his face wet from her, staring at her as he runs his fingers up and down her middle, slowly dipping a finger inside her.

“how’s that feel, hmm?” he says.

“so good,” she whispers, bucking her hips up against his hand. “so fucking good.”

he adds a finger, stretching her out slowly. she breathes out shakily, pushing up against him.

rafe can’t wait any longer. he pulls his clothes off as fast as he can and stands over her, palming himself as she sits up to take everything off.

their clothes are bunched up at the end of his bed as he lowers over her, holding his cock at its base, nudging against her entrance as he presses his open mouth on hers.

she hugs him with her arms and her legs, capturing his big body over hers, feeling like she’s aching for it.

“i get so hard for you that it hurts, you know that?” he says roughly. she melts beneath him when he sinks into her, hard against soft, and squeezes around him even tighter.

this is different, they can both feel it, but different good because there’s nothing unsaid between them anymore, no walls up blocking them from sharing an intimacy they held for each other but didn’t allow themselves to feel.

he fills her with a deep, tight pressure over and over as he rocks into her back and forth, still wrapped in her limbs, their temples pressed together.

“you always take it so fucking good,” he pants against her ear. “my good girl.”

she plants a slow kiss on his cheek as his words wash over her. he always praised her before, but never called her his girl. he has a more intense claim of ownership over her than she realized.

“keep talking,” she whispers, earning a smirk from him.

“you like it when i tell you how tight you are?” he groans. “squeezing me so fucking good.”

“mhm,” she mumbles, blissed out. her hands drag up his back, her nails running over his bare skin, holding back how hard she wants to grip him as he keeps thrusting rough and slow.

“go ahead,” rafe whispers. “scratch me up. i’m yours, baby. you fucking own me.”

his words send her over the edge, her nails digging into his skin, moving with his thrusts, running over his shoulders.

the sting hurts him in the best way. he holds her head in his hands to keep her steady, pulling back just a bit to lock eyes with her again.

he stares at her, in complete awe that he feels this good, that he found home in a person and that she found it in him, too.

“i’m yours, too,” she whimpers. “i always was.”

he kisses her hard. his thrusts start to get less rhythmic as he feels his body dissolving into an orgasm, starting to softly tremble as he puts all his weight on her.

the friction of him against her, the heaviness of him, the taste of him, the hardness of his body as she squeezes her limbs around him, makes her body go numb before she reaches a hard, mind-blowing peak, a tangle of yes’s spilling out of her mouth.

rafe doesn’t have the energy to get up right away as they start to tumble down from their orgasms. their chests are heaving, heads swimming with pleasure.

he gives her countless soft, lazy kisses before he stands, leaving the room to get her a towel. she’s in a daze as he cleans her up.

rafe wraps his arms around her once he lies down next to her, her nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as they lay tangled, naked together.

“that was…” she breathes. “the best we’ve ever done.”

“yeah,” he half-chuckles. they’ve hooked up so many times, in so many positions, and in so many places, even in her college library, but nothing beats the thrill of what just happened.

because it was an entirely new level. and there’s no coming back down.

“what i left marks?” she says, tracing her finger over his shoulder. the realization hits her. “oh my god. what if people can see while you’re playing?”

rafe huffs a self-assured breath, imagining the scratches she left on him, red lines running over his skin and underneath his jersey on the court.

“good,” he says simply. because then they’ll know he’s taken. and the girl standing court-side cheering for the other team will know it best.

✩ Lost Without U.

✩ you’re leaving for a trip and toji’s showing you how much you’ll be missed.

✩ toji f. x fem!reader

✩ warnings & tags : raw sex, multiple orgasms, reader is a business woman, breeding, reader is thick (i love ass), oral (f recieving), rough sex, overstimulation. listen to the track for some added vibes <3

“toji—mhm—wait…i was drinking that” you whined and let out breathy moan, as he removed your wine glass from your hold and kissed your neck. he ignored your words and continued to kiss on the soft spot, eliciting a louder moan from you.

“wait, wait! i have to be at the airport in three hours, you know i can’t miss this trip” you reminded him, sucking in some air while he sucked and nibble on your most sensitive piece of flesh. but, the raven haired male wasn’t removing himself from you.

you were going to be gone for a month, he needed to show you how much he was going to miss you.

“won’t take that long, now stop stalling and come sit yer’ pretty ass on my face” he tugged on your robe and sat back onto the plush sheets on your king sized bed. you sat there for a moment, reality hitting you at full speed. you were going to be without your boyfriend for an month due to work, you were going to miss every part of him.

crawling over, you hovered over his face; his scarred lips turned up with a smirk before you lowered yourself on top of him—smothering him with your thickness. toji’s big hands held onto your thighs, holding you down while his tongue began to explore your warm cunt. “fuck!~”

his tongue dipped in and out of your hole, dripping with your love and his spit, he then sucked on your throbbing clit—sucking on it like it was his favorite piece of candy, driving you crazy. you couldn’t help but to rock your hips against his tongue, adding more friction against your clit. one of his big hands popped your thigh, making you yelp out. he was good with his tongue, he knew all the right spots to lick—especially your other hole.

your eyes shot open and you tensed up at the feeling, the two of you were nasty; but not this level of nasty. he rubbed your thighs, letting you know it that it was alright; before he teased the whole some more. the muscles in your body started to relax, when you realized how good a tongue in your ass felt—and soon you were bouncing up and down on his tongue.

“f-f-fuckkk, s’good baby~” the ball in your stomach exploded while you continued to bounce on his tongue, clutching your boob as you rode out your orgasm. this was your very first orgasm after having your butt ate and it was a different kind of experience—one you wanted to have over and over.

you tried getting up from his face; hoping to give him some air, but he kept you down. “toji, baby. can you breathe—shitttt!” he swirled his tongue on your sensitive clit, sucking on it once more—draining your cunt of cum as it drips out of you. you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, when the next one came over you.

“wait! wait—“ your words came out jumbled as you came once again all over his face. toji had a way of mind fucking you, always leaving you satisfied. when you finally calmed down from the second one, you realized that he had not cum yet. and as you reached down to touch his fat bulge, he got up and lifted you off of his face. “baby you hadn’t—“

“don’t need to, not yet.” tonight was all about you, he was going to worry about his nut later; after you got all of yours. he was so attentive to you and your needs, it made you even more aroused than you already were. you crawled over in him and kissed him, inviting your tongue into his mouth; traces of your wine mixing with the remnants of your juices.

“tastes so good, get in my favorite position” he pulled away from your lips, a spit trail following and landing straight on your chin, while tugging your robe off; revealing your plush body to him. your pussy throbbed at his authoritative words and you immediately assumed his favorite position.

you were face deep in your satin emerald green pillow, your ass up high in the air just how he liked it. he looked at how pretty your cunt was, dripping with excitement; shiny from where he licked at—almost smothered from the fat of your ass. he could explode in his pants just from looking at you, but he calmed himself down and freed his stiff, tan cock from his briefs—lining up with your slick coated entrance.

you inhaled as he began to stretch you out, “always so tight for me, shit.~” he praised, the feeling of your walls clamping down around him made him throw his head back and his other one to throb. toji quickly pulled out, making you whine as he beat his dick against your plump cheeks.

“about to make cum already.” he chuckled before slamming right back into you, causing your eyes to go wide. he held your back down as he stroked in and out of you, the sound of your ass and his thighs clapping together filled the room; along with the smell of sex. he looked down at your slick sticking to the base of his dick, a white film becoming more and more visible with each stroke.

your eyes were low and lidded, the feeling so pleasurably overwhelming, you couldn’t but help but to bite the pillow underneath you. “daddy, fuck me harder~” you begged, looking back at your boyfriend as he fucked you. the scar on his lips contorted up in a smirk and he pushed you back down into the soft pillows. he loved hearing you beg, but he loved hearing you scream even more.

he held your back down, putting a leg up on the bed as he fucked you, his stroke deep and hard; hitting your spot and cervix at the same time. your eyes rolled back into your head, pleasure mixed with a little bit of pain coursed through you; sending chills up and down your body. it felt so good, he fucked you so good and it was no surprise that you were cumming within minutes.

“you cummin on daddy’s dick? hm?” your mind couldn’t even comprehend his question, too busy focusing on your orgasm. the room was silent, only your ass clapping and the sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout your bedroom, before you let out a loud moan—riding out your orgasm while throwing your ass back on him.

“shit!~” he couldn’t help himself anymore, he put his foot back onto the carpet underneath him and pushed held onto your waist, pounding your cunt anew. the brut force followed by his grunts made you even wetter and he slipped right out of you. “aht aht, put it back in~!” he grunted and you reached underneath you and gripped his soaked cock, pushing it back inside of you.

he continued to pound your cunt silly, your walls so slippery and gummy, it made his balls twinge. he couldn’t hold himself back anymore and let out a primal growl, paining your pink walls, white. he filled your tummy up almost to the brim, wiggling his cock inside of you until he was finished, before pulling out of you.

you thought the two of you were done, until he grabbed you by your ankles and flipped you over onto your back.

“need to see that pretty face while you’re cumming” he chuckled, pushing his sticky tip right back inside, finding comfort in your walls once more. he held your legs, pushing them back towards your head, dipping in and out of your cunt—streams of his cum pooling out with each stroke.

“look at that pretty face, fuck. ya gonna let me put a baby in you? so pretty and swollen with my seed. you want that, hm?” toji asked, leaning down and groaning in your ear—making him so deep inside of you.

you nodded your head frantically, agreeing to everything he said, feeling so close to your own orgasm. you reached between the two of you, rubbing your slippery clit while he pumped in and out of your pussy. “gna cum for you, sh-sh-shittt toji~!” your eyes rolled back into your head and your toes curled up, as you came once more for him.

“mmm, that’s what i like to see. good girl, cumming around this dick fa’ me. so fucking good fa’ me” he stood back up from your ear and held your legs, paced becoming faster and sloppier as he spurted in you once more.

“shit, y/!n~!” he let out a breathless moan, filling up your tummy completely this time—pulling out of you once you finished. you laid there in a orgasm fueled daze, while toji grabbed some of your things and entered the adjoining bathroom, before coming back into the room.

he picked you up with ease and carried you into the bathroom where he drew a bubble bath and even lit some candles. your eyes watered and once he placed you inside of the tub, you pulled him close and kissed him.

you were going to miss him, but when you get back you were going to get him pregnant.

Nah cus like I used to have a crush on Milo Manheim back in his zombie days and now I see him everywhere again I'm like--- how'd he get so much hotter.

[📷] 240811 | ATINY ZONE

AAAAAA MATZZZZ!!!

Hi Ivory 😊👋

So uhm, I don’t know, can I request something for ben plunkett, fluff please 😊

Maybe with a very shy reader. Well it takes place after the movie, if it's okay. Uhm the reader is at the same university as him and is smart and helped him in the lessons and he adores her because he thinks that she is cute. So he tries to talk to her more and then after some weeks they are getting friends very soon but they fell in love in each other but neither of them knows each other’s feelings.

One day he wanted to kiss the reder but got interrupted to kiss them 3 times. And one time he has finally the opportunity to do it.

So I just realized that I got carried away, I'm so sorry. But I thought it's cute 🙈

Thank you so much 😊

THIRD TIMES A CHARM ; BEN PLUNKETT

a/n ; i love that little dork ben so so much he means the world to me actually

warnings ; afab!reader, fem pronouns, fluff, no smut just cut because i go on too much, not edited or proofread yikes.

world history being an elective confused you, as a history major you couldn’t help but wonder why someone would subject themselves to this class by choice. it was mandatory for you, but there was about ten students from other majors that shared the class with you.

ben plunkett was one of these students, you actually don’t know why he took the elective, you assumed it was just to get extra credits on his degree because there was no way he was enjoying the class. you could tell in the way he zoned out in lectures, or worked on homework for other classes at the back of the room.

you weren’t all that surprised when he came to you for tutoring, your professor posted your grades on the class board to encourage ‘healthy competition’ and your name frequented the top of the list while ben’s floated somewhere along the middle.

tutoring ben was easy, he was smart enough to catch up on his own, that much was clear every time you asked him a question and he answered correctly without hesitation. why he needed the help was beyond you, but you did it anyway, you were enjoying it surprisingly.

the longer the two of you spent together the more obvious it became that you liked each other. you were quiet, not stupid, it didn’t need to be pointed out to you that ben liked you, whether or not he knew how obvious it was was another thing. you weren’t all that discreet either, though you’d never actually tell ben how you felt, unless of course he told you first.

meeting in the library quickly evolved into meeting at coffee shops, his usual ‘hey!’ replaced with a ‘you look really pretty today’ or ‘there’s my good luck charm’. coffee shops then evolved into dorm rooms the closer you got, half studying half just spending time together with the excuse of tutoring to mask any feelings that could slip through.

eventually ben asked you to come over to watch a movie, no mention of textbooks or homework, just you, him and his old macbook thrown on his bed to watch some movie he’d probably seen a million times before.

that was the first time he tried to kiss you.

his arm was lazily draped over your shoulders as you lay back together, eyes focused on the small screen and trying to ignore the way your stomach lurched every time his hand brushed against your arm. he’d leant in when you turned to ask him about the movie, and you were more than willing to let it happen, only for his roommate barging in unannounced to ask about leftover pizza in the kitchen.

the second time was in the library.

this time you were actually studying for a test, it wasn’t one of the big ones, just a mid semester exam to see how everyone was doing with the syllabus so far. usually you sat across from each other, but more recently you would occupy the seat next to ben, just to share a textbook of course.

“you look really pretty right now,” ben mumbles, face close to yours as you both lean over the same textbook, the two of you close enough that your foreheads could touch “oh, god, i didn’t mean to say that out loud. i mean - you do look pretty right now, you always look really pretty but-“

“ben, relax..” you giggle, already feeling the blush creeping across your face as you interrupted his anxious rambling “you look really pretty too.”

there’s a brief silence where you both find yourself leaning in again, only for bens phone to ring out loudly leaving him to scramble to silence the call from his best friend mandy.

the third time was at the campus bar.

your friends had invited you out to celebrate the end of finals, ben’s friend mandy had come up to visit him. instead of blowing one off for the other, ben simply merged the two and brought mandy along to meet the group.

the two of you didn’t get to talk much, between mandy talking his ear off as they caught up and your own conversations with you friends, you were both too preoccupied to fawn over each other.

“hey, come help?”

ben placed his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention as he passed, taking one for the team and offering to grab the next round.

he refused to let you pay for your own drink no matter how much you insisted, the pair of you shamelessly flirting now that you had a moment to yourselves.

it was a horrible sense of deja vu as you both leaned in, getting so close only to be stopped by mandy’s voice calling out to him from the table. something about someone wanting a different drink.

you shut your eyes to hide the eyeroll, missing how ben completely ignored mandy to bring his hand to the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss. an actual kiss.

“finally”

you accidentally mutter aloud when you separate, ignoring the jaw dropped stares coming from your table as you remain in each others personal space.

“you know what they say, third times a charm.”