GIVING INNOCENT!RAFE HIS FIRST BLOWJOB !

can u do a milo bellingham smut where he is fucking you while ur asleep then u wake up but he tells you “go back to sleep baby” and you fall asleep to the rocking motion?! like first he gets home late and sees u asleep but hes hella horny so he massages ur clothed clit for a while until ur extremely wet and then he pulls out his cock and fucks u

Yall how we feeling about this causeeee……

I think imma have to do this 😩

Haven’t even read it yet but rebloging cause I know it’s gonna be amazing 😩

Don’t Scream

dark!ghostface!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), smut, forced creampie, unprotected sex, home invasion, reader is assaulted by a stranger, choking, slut shaming, degradation, knife kink, mask kink, victim blaming

Gusts of wind swirled in the air, rustling the trees and the dry leaves on the ground that crunched below the man’s heavy boots as he approached the house.

The car in the driveway and the light shining through the window upstairs let him know that someone was home, and he was willing to hedge his bets that they were all alone.

The blond came to the front door, trying the doorknob once to find, shockingly, that it was unlocked. He quietly opened the door, looking around the dark downstairs entrance before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

His breath was hot underneath his mask, and he took a moment to adjust to the sudden quiet.

Except it wasn’t quiet.

Rafe wasn’t expecting to hear a soft moan from upstairs, and he froze in place, straining to listen to hear if his ears had tricked him.

Sure enough, he heard another, this time followed by a whimper, and he raised an eyebrow in interest as his gaze trailed up the stairs and towards to source of the noise.

Climbing up the unlit stairs, he could hear the sighs of pleasure growing louder behind one cracked open door and his cock twitched in his jeans.

He could hear the steady buzz of a vibrator now, and the loud whimpers were tempting him more than he could have imagined.

But even better was the view through the crack in your door. He could see your head thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted as you teased your clit with a small vibe. You were completely naked, one hand holding the vibe, the other tweaking one of your hardened nipples while you writhed on the sheets.

Out of all the houses on the street and this is what he walked in on? Shit, it must have been his lucky day.

Rafe reached for his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper to palm his dick in his large hand. He tried to keep his breathing quiet beneath the mask, watching you through the darkened eye holes as he slowly began stroking his cock.

It was almost unreal how beautiful you looked touching yourself, completely unaware of the danger lurking just behind your door. Your soft, labored breaths and the way you rolled your hips as you pressed the vibe to your clit as almost enough to send Rafe over the edge alone.

But when your hand slid from your perky breasts to your throat, lightly choking yourself as you breathily moaned , “daddy, please,” something inside Rafe snapped.

He pulled the knife out of his back pocket before pushing your door open with a loud bang that made you sit up in bed, shock and fear written all over your pretty face.

His large frame took up the entire doorway, and you couldn’t see his face at all under the ghoulish mask he wore.

You were too scared to react and in an instant, he was on top of you. Trying to fight back against the stronger man was useless, and he chuckled as he seized your wrist painfully.

Before you could even cry out, the intruder held the sharp blade to your throat and you froze. Your pulse was racing, adrenaline kicking every sensation into overdrive and you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips.

“Don’t scream.” He ordered, pressing the blade down against your skin in a warning.

It was only when his hips connected with yours and you felt his hard on against your bare cunt that you realized what his true intentions were.

Looking up at the masked man, you took a shuddering breath and hot tears came to your waterline, spilling past and trailing down your cheeks.

“Please-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, keeping the knife close to your throat when he finally released your aching wrist to yank his jeans down before pulling his boxers off.

He didn’t miss the surprise and apprehension on your face when you took in his size, but he wasn’t expecting to see a flicker of want as well.

Rafe shifted on top of you, parting your legs to fit himself between them. Your breaths were coming so fast you felt dizzy, and you were still in disbelief of what was happening.

You tensed when the man guided his tip between your slick lips. Wanting to move away, but fearing the knife at your throat, all you could do was squirm in his arms as he dragged it between your folds.

“God you’re soaked,” he groaned, taking his time rubbing the head of his cock across your cunt.

Your face burned with shame and disgust, and you tried desperately to choke down your unwanted whimpers when he nudged your already tender clit. Your tears were falling freely now and you trembled in fear at his touch.

“Why the hell are you crying, huh?” He sneered. His tip poked at your entrance and your thighs reflexively snapped around his waist, trying to slow him as you begged with your eyes.

“Guess you should’ve locked the door,” Rafe chuckled cruelly and you froze when you felt the head of his cock pushing into you.

The cry, or moan, that you let out was loud as the stranger sheathed himself inside of you in one stroke. The painful stretch made you squirm in his grasp and you heard him groan behind the mask.

Your mind went blank, tears streaming down your face as the man pushed himself deeper, his other hand coming to rest beside your head. When your hips met, he tilted back before slamming into you again and you whined, shaking beneath him. Your hands instinctively came to his shoulders, and he hissed when your nails dug into his skin.

“Or maybe you wanted this?” He wondered aloud, eyes flicking down to where your bodies connected. “So fucking desperate for cock you’d let anyone walk in and fuck you stupid.”

Your tear stained cheeks burned at his words, shame rising up in your gut when you felt yourself getting slicker around him as he built up the pace.

“N-no,” you sniffled pathetically, whimpering when he hit a spot that made you clench down around him.

Rafe finally removed the knife at your throat, tracing it down the middle of your ribcage, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly in anticipation. Your wide eyes were terrified, but your body betrayed you, and you hated the way you could feel yourself getting more wet with every push of his cock.

As much as he loved the fear and obedience the blade pulled out of you, he needed to touch you.

When he put the blade down onto the bed behind him, you took in a shaky breath, thankful to no longer have the sharp knife pressed to your neck, but his large hand quickly replaced it.

You squirmed in his arms when he grabbed one of your tits, squeezing your soft skin and pinching your hardened nipple. You whined loudly, blinking away more hot tears that slid down your cheek and chin, and dripped onto the hand at your throat.

“Look at me,” he growled, hips snapping against yours so hard that every thrust shook your body. You tried to focus your hazy eyes on the masked man above you, but you couldn’t stop blinking away your tears.

“Fucking look at me slut!” The hand at your throat jumped to your chin, harshly squeezing it as he forced you to look into the dark holes of the mask.

Like a switch flipped inside you, you jerked in his hold, elbowing him in the nose and knocking the mask out of place. Rafe cursed, releasing your throat to reach up, pull the mask off, and throw it across the room, allowing you a moment to pull away from him.

The knife fell to the floor as you scrambled across the bed screaming, “help!”, but the breath was knocked out of your lungs when his arms wrapped around your waist, roughly yanking you back underneath him.

You didn’t have any chance to catch a glimpse of him before he had pinned you face down on the bed. You sobbed as he grabbed your hips, pulling you onto your knees, one hand tangled into your hair to hold your head against the mattress while the other guided his hard cock between your legs.

You cried out when he slid into you again, trying to ignore the feeling building in your gut as he forced himself onto you.

Rafe pushed himself deep inside you, groaning at the change of angle. He bent over you, planting his elbow on the bed beside you and wrapping his arm around your throat.

You whined, reaching up to scratch at his forearm when he squeezed your windpipe too tight. His hips were snapping against your ass now, and he was hitting a spot that made you see stars.

When his lips came to your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, you winced, the twisted intimacy of his actions making your stomach churn.

“I think you wanted someone to break in and treat you like the whore that you are,” Rafe sneered, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.

“No-” you weakly protested and he laughed when you squeezed around his cock. You knew that you were getting closer to the edge but you were still trying to fight it.

“Is that what you were thinking about, huh? Getting used by the first guy to walk through your door?”

His cruel words made you cry harder and you could feel him pulse inside you at your distress as his cock dragged along your walls. A sickening pang of guilt and disgust rose in your gut when you realized each stroke was bringing you nearer to your undoing.

You whined when his muscular arm flexed, cutting off your airway. His lips came to your cheek, messily trailing across your skin and you shuddered, trying desperately to turn away but he held you in place.

Every punishing snap of his hips rocked your body, snatching unwanted moans from your throat that made your face burn with shame.

He was whispering something in your ear but you couldn’t understand. You whimpered a string of pleas when his cock hit a spot that made your vision go white and you trembled beneath him, crying as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Shit-” Rafe groaned as you squeezed around him in waves, choking you harder and never slowing his thrusts.

“Mm please-” you whimpered, clutching at his arm as you took a gasping breath. Your sensitive cunt was spasming around his length and you shook uncontrollably as he slammed into you.

“Fucking slut,” he grunted, chuckling in disbelief. “Makin’ a mess all over my dick after putting up that pathetic fight earlier.”

You let out a sob at that, tears staining your cheeks. The humiliation was rotting you to the core and his degrading words echoed in your ears, taunting you. You felt so confused by the conflicting feelings swirling in your head.

Rafe pounded into you, his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he chased his release. His arm closed around your neck and he groaned loudly when you struggled beneath him, tensing around him.

He pushed deep inside you, gripping you uncomfortably tight as he painted your walls with his sticky seed. You whined as he held you in place, forcing you to milk every last drop from his throbbing cock.

When he finally released you, you took a gasping breath, desperate for air. Rafe pulled out of you and you didn’t get the chance to linger on the feeling of disappoint that flashed through your mind because he quickly flipped you over onto your back.

His hand wrapped around your tender throat and you cringed, fear gripping your heart that he wasn’t done with you yet.

Rafe examined your red, teary eyes and the way your lip quivered as you struggled to meet his gaze.

The man’s cold stare terrified you.

You were frozen as he leaned closer, softly pressing his lips to yours. When you reluctantly kissed him back out of fear he chuckled against your lips before slowly pulling away.

When he stood up, pulling his pants up and grabbing his knife and the mask he had thrown across the room, you laid on the bed, still in too much shock to move.

Rafe walked back to the side of your bed, smirking as he took in your broken state.

“I hope you start locking your doors. ‘Cause when I come back, I want more of a challenge.”

Should I do a Robby Keene X Reader?

If so, any requests?

S2!rafe cameron x kook!drug dealer! reader

summary ; so....reader's snorting a line of coke on rafe's dick, and rafe taking pill of ecstasy on reader's pussy...just two losers getting high together (2k3 words.)

warnings : mentions and using of drugs. smut (without real plot.). oral (f. receiving). minors dni.

"so why did you call me? need me for somethin’?"

“ oh please, you’re the one that needs something, when have i needed you for anything?“ after all, you were the dealer, and it was your client so you were right. “ and if you didn’t want to hear from me, you probably shouldn’t have given me your number?”

“ so what, you're just bored ? ”

“ i have something for you. ”

you shook your head, sitting comfortably on the edge of your bed. with one hand, you waved a bag with colorful tablets inside in front of him with a smile falling on your lips.

rafe's eyes lit up, as if suddenly your call was worth it.

“ it’s kinda sad that your face only lights up like that when you’re about to take drugs. ” you rolled your gaze, realizing that you now had his full attention. "you want it? of course, you do. we all know rafe cameron would do anything to get high."

“ and you like that. ” he shutted. “ when your ass is spoiled by my money.”

he came closer to take the bag but you moved your hand away, being much faster than him. he gave you one of his confused looks, his jaw clenching, all frustrated by your move. “don’t play with me like that. just give it to me.”

“ mmh, let me think ? no.” you ordered. “ you want it ? earn it. no kook privilege here.”

rafe started laughing, a nasally laughter that loudly echoed in the room, as his tongue hollowed the side of his inner left cheek with a smirk. “ i don’t beg, quit being a bitch, i don’t beg to have to ‘earn’ this shit. ”

you looked at him warily, knowing full well that he would. “ i think you’re gonna start listening, because you’d do anything to get what you want. if not, it doesn’t really matter to me, i have plenty of clients from figure eight who will pay me twice the amount you do. i just have to call them right now, just give me a sec... ”

his need for drugs was kinda sad,and you felt slightly guilty for using it against him. but as a businesswoman,you easily learned to take advantage of others' vulnerabilities, to use their weaknesses. you had been raised like that, there was nothing you could do about it. and it wasn't like rafe cameron was a nice guy. it was even he who encouraged all this violence within the island.

he finally knelt down, his icy glossy-teared gaze meeting yours, his lower lips trembling and begging you to shove the damn pill in his mouth. he could almost drool on the floor because he was so desperate for this shit.

“it’s immediately less fun when you’re the one begging.” you commented, noticing his blue eyes shine because of the impatience you were putting him through.

“ i did what you asked me to. so no more playing bef…”

“ before what? what could you possibly do? kill me? you gonna try to drown me, or maybe strangle me.. people talk y’know. look, i don’t have time for your bullshit, I’m in charge right now, this little power struggle isn’t going to get you anywhere. i’m not one of your little friends and i’m not scared of you. i don’t need your money but you need drugs, so who do you think is going to win here? get it together or get out. ”

rafe cameron hated this feeling, the way you making him feel shitty, the way you felt so superior to him with your worlds. it was — too much, too humiliating for him.

he was seething, a mixture of rage and sadness, but above all need and weakness. he needed this drug, as much as he needed you to give it to him now. you were terribly making the blood boil in his bulging veins. his body was tense, and inside his mouth, it was foaming. you could see he could die from this. he would have liked to be able to use violence on you, but he was incapable of doing so. you held him helpless.

"you’ve never been in this position before, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it."

you brushed aside the strands of his bangs. “just look at that face, you are pretty, i’ll admit it” you traced his lips with your thumb, brushing it softly. with a mocking tone, you said. “ i don’t get how anyone could be intimidated by you, you’re such a baby. or maybe you’re just like this with me. ”

“ don’t call me that. ”

“then don’t give me a reason too. you’re not better than anyone. now relax, let’s just have fun." and you placed a colored pill against your tongue before pulling your lips over his, slowly sliding and driving the drug into his mouth.

you pressed your tongue against his in a mixture of dripping drool, pushing the colored pill against both of your mouths as they sought each other, sharing each other's taste. you claimed him, as you slobbering directly in his tongue, sucking the pill that had passed from one mouth to the other, from his saliva to yours, slipping in your lips and outside his, before returning to him. “ open up, rafe.” and you released the drug down his throat.

you leaned back, a trickle of saliva stretching from his tongue to your parted and swollen lips. you were breathing heavily as if he had stolen your breath during the kiss.

“ we're not done yet. " you replied in his ear, giving his earlobe a lick.

you sat on the edge of the bed again, removing your skirt and panties before spreading your thighs to let him view your perfect and sweet pussy. you placed a new pill on your tongue, caged around your two fingers before a load of drool caused the drug to slide just between your cunt.

“oops, so clumsy.” you scoffed. " you wanna get that or should i ?"

he moved closer, settling between your thighs but you grabbed his face, gently squishing his cheeks like a little boy. “i know with an ego as big as yours it’s hard to say thank you. you should try using your manners once in a while ”

“ stop trying to mess with me, just give me the damn pill.”

“ mmh…asking like that ? surely not. ”

you wedged the drug between the slits of your wet cunt lips. you could feel rafe’s burning gaze on your thighs, but also that this whole situation was turning him on deeply. drugs as much as sex.

he needed that taste again. he was addicted to it. “come on, get your shit.”

and you didn’t need to say it twice, before his mouth was rushed against your pussy, claiming it as his tongue prodding your lips to find the aphrodisiac candy. you moaned at the feeling of him wrecking your dripping cunt, lapping in it through the pill of drugs. you clenched around him, as he slurped into your soppy folds. he slipped it into his mouth, before giving your pussy a strong and heavy lick, while he gripped your left thigh. his nose was big enough to lolling your clit, getting him so ticklish, to gently caressing your skin. the wet tip brushing it. your hips moving at his messy pace. the way he sucked you was just — so good.

you were completely on cloud, the vision of his dirty face buried between your legs, his sweaty bangs ghosting his forehead, his teeths gripping into your cunt, as his tongue circling around your clit, wetness smeared sloppily through his jawline making you even more wet, and getting him hyped by your little and pretty moans that fell into your lips. the slurpy noises of his mouth devouring you in sync with your desperate voice, tongue smacking your bud. you let your hands hold him in a tight hold in his hair, as you lost yourself against him.

your legs were caged above his broad shoulders, while your hips slapped his cheeks harshly. you were sensitive, gurgling and trembling under the weight of his warm tongue as it touched your sensitive spot to the deep, slurping every single drop of juice dripping in and out of your sweet needy cunt. he lapped every corner as a dog, wrapping and curling his breathy lips around your pulsating bud, groaned everytime he feels it tense around him. and jesus — he loved your damn taste.

his breath was warm, fanning over your spreaded slit which was soaked directly on his tongue. his hold was tightened, literally digging into your flesh, as his mouth filled you so well. she looked even bigger in you, getting her way further in your insides. he was so starved, sucking and sucking as your taste was making him feel even more high than drugs. you could literally see stars, and draw them. your vision was blurred as you reached heaven.

his tongue was heavy and slobbery against your dripping pussy, mixed between his own saliva and your own wetness, which made his entire jaw shiny with the mixture. and with that, the ecstacy effect began to build, making the pleasure even stronger and hotter.

the way your body arched as he eaten your pussy like he hadn’t touched anything, licked anything in months.

you had re-slipped a pill to give him even more of an appetite, feeding him like a starving man. you could feel his short cutted grunts against your pussy, as your hips rubbed his face.

your head was spinning, and your stomach was spiraling. it felt so good, but you were so lost. the drugs, the sex, rafe, everything was wonderfully good. why go to heaven when you have everything here?

rafe had never felt so good, he loved cocaine, he cherished this drug that he had broken and which he could no longer live without. but honestly, he liked drugs in general, anything that would make him high and unstable. he needed this to survive.

he sometimes dreamed of being clean, but it was impossible. all this shit was too much — too important for him. when you came in his mouth, releasing all your heavenly juices on his tongue, you blocked his breath by pulling him harder against your soaked and juicy cunt, forcing his throat to gasp, and swallowing everything that came to his cavity.

“ i want to try something with you.” you said in a lower tone, as you reach his pants, his hard and thick dick stretching the fabric.

he followed your gaze to his boner, not aware of what you were talking about, but the way your eyes were fully gawking at it, getting him even more excited, especially with the effect of drugs inside his mind.

“ i want to get high on your cock. doing a line on it…will you let me ? ”

“ you're sick.”

“ well duh, i hang out with you, don’t i?. ”

“ give me that coke, gonna get the line for ya. ” he offered as you handed him the drug.

he couldn't help but sniff the smell of the coke, as his nose was plunged into the white powder, making him even harder.

you can see the volume of his size growing against your eyes. “ can't you stop it, actually ? ”

“ don't be funny. ”

you took down his pants and his boxers. his cock was tense and big, fully erect right in front of your face. he placed the drug in a straight line on his flesh, while you salivated, watching the powder disperse over him.

“ stay still, rafe. ” you gently shouted.

“ do you really think i can control it ? hurry the fuck up. ”

“ don't stress me out. it's my first time doing this. ” you replied as you lowered your face above his stiffened cock, feeling the tense of his body through the hard rock. his curvy tip flopping some precum drop in the air, as your nose pointed toward the drugs.

it was the first time you experimented something like that, and you felt giddy about it. you blocked one of your nostrils before snorting the entire line at once,while rafe held your head during the whole process. his hand gripping tighter in your hair when the coke reached your nose. and you giggled the next second and doing it again just to feel the sensation another time. his dick twitched against your cheeks, tapping your skin with some lazily slaps.

you were about to step back, when he pulled you away by the neck, your hair falling over his grip, and face leaning toward him. “ already done ? don't run away. you gotta clean up your mess first ”

you lapped his cock to get him clean, rolling your tongue over his sensitive length, the fat shaft throbbing over your mouth, as your saliva soaked him. .

you were high — mouth licking innocent with stoned-looking filled with dizzy eyes. you needed more. but the moment you were about to talk, rafe came between your lips, spurting his warm loads inside you.

“ you wanted a thank you ? here it is. now we're done. ”

“ we all know that you will come back to me. ”

“ babe.” he cutted. “ you wish i came back for you’, but we all know why i came back. ”

“ pretend to not like it if you want, but don't forget to say my name when my taste will still drip from your mouth while you're kissing others. ”

“ glad that you're aware that you're not the only one. now, i'm leaving. don't call me. ”

“ don't need to call you when you will be at my door like a dog. ”

“ do i really have to put my dick in that mouth to shut you up ? or you gonna be a big girl and do it alone ? ”

“ oh oh. seems like you’re just looking for an excuse to do it, but your dick isn’t big enough to keep me quiet.”

“ not big enough ? ” he repeated with a smirk. “ keep talking, sweetheart before i'm gonna stretch that mouth open to death with that not-big-enough dick. ” he came closer, towering you with his height “ glad that you love yapping because after that, i can promise you that you will have something to talk for the entire year. now open that mouth. bigger. want to be a whore ? then make daddy fit in. ”

Miguel + Robby X Reader Pt 1

Warnings: May be sad to some! This is also THE special I’ve been working on and now it’s completed! It is over 5,000 words long but will be separated into 2 parts for being to long!

The Choice

You wait for your lovely boyfriend Miguel to walk out of his history class as you stand out of the way of the other people walking out the room.

Soon Miguel walks out, sulking with his head down. You stop him "hey baby" You say sweetly as you grab his hand and tug him back a little to which he does.

He doesn't have a smile on his beautiful lips and he looks tired which alarms you as you know he's in distress. But none the less Miguel speaks "hey..." he says almost forcing a happy tone.

You place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in for a small but genuine kiss which he returns. "I'll catch up with you" Demetri says pointing down the hall.

Miguel turns around "yeah, yeah" he reply's with a little wave before he slowly turns back to you.

"What's wrong?" You ask obviously worried, as you hold onto his hand tighter.

"Uh, nothing I was just a little distracted while taking the practice... test-" Miguel starts as his frown only grows.

"Why?" You ask genuinely.

He thinks for a second, not meeting your eyes as he shakes his head "the tournament, I don't have a lot of time to prepare so" He says obviously lying, but you hold off on it for now.

"Well, you're going to do amazing" You reply with a smile.

He nods his head as a long pause came between you both as he puts his head down before looking back at you "so uh what'd you do last night?" Miguel questions.

"Oh, a family dinner" You reply with a eye catching smile.

"I'd like to meet them some time..." Miguel says shaking his head as he continues to frown.

You almost say yes as fast as you can, but soon you remember about what your dad said about Cobra Kai's but you could care less; Miguel is an amazing boy and if he doesn't like him he will have to go through you first.

Your eyes sparkle as you set yourself on a decision "I'd love that!" You say excitedly, catching Miguel off guard.

His whole demeanor changed into a happy one, as you continue to rant "oh babe and don't be alarmed if you see a boy there, his name is Robby and he learns karate with my dad and also works for him" You reply honestly.

Miguel's smile widens, as you told him the truth it made his heart beat ten times the normal rate. "Oh! And I'd love to meet your mom" You say excitedly.

Miguel feels his heart swell over how excited you are "you have nothing to worry about there, she'll love you just as much as I love you" He reply's as he sees hearts flowing around his vision.

"Oh and of course my Yaya, I think she'll definitely fall in love with you" He says, feeling more excited.

"I can't wait to meet them, and I love you too Migi" You say letting go of his hand and wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Does tonight sound good?" You question as you both pull away.

"Tonight sounds perfect..." He agrees, feeling as though he was the luckiest boy on this earth.

"Perfect!" You say excitedly as you grab Miguel's hand and lead him down the hallway, seeing as it was the end of the day meaning school is officially over for today.

  "Okay so, what should I wear?" Miguel asks nervously.

  "Come as your handsome self" You reply, with a smile as you peck his cheek.

Miguel blushes at the compliment "I can't wait to meet your family" he says nudging your shoulder a little.

"I can't wait for you to meet them to!" You reply pressing your intertwined arms together against your body.

  "I'm sure they'll love you" You incur-rage.

  "What about your dad? You know with the whole Cobra Kai rival? With my sensei?" Miguel questions, suddenly feeling insecure.

  Miguel had of course known about your dad, and everything that sensei told him but he loves you and he doesn't care that you're a LaRusso or about a family rival.

  You sigh "honestly Miguel, that's between them two I'm not going to ruin something amazing for me over a teenage rival" You state honest.

Miguel smiles, showing his braces that manage to make him look even cuter "I honestly don't get it either" He shakes his head, with a chuckle.

"Well I could 100% see why Johnny would still be in this mind frame, I mean you wouldn't want someone swooping in on your girl would you?" You half joke, I mean you love your dad but sometimes he makes choices that weren't always the best.

"No I definitely wouldn't..." Miguel says stopping to admire your piercing eyes.

  You blush slightly at the sneaky comment, "okay okay..." you nudge his arm playfully causing him to smile goofy.

  "Tonight is going to be amazing"

TIME-SKIP

The drive back was pretty comfortable, you dropped Miguel off back at his as he got ready while you drove back home to get ready and inform your parents.

  "Hey mom have you seen dad?" Sam asks as she walks into the kitchen, looking around.

  Mom drys her hands from doing the dishes and walks over to Sam "no, he's out and I need to talk to you" She says placing her hand on her hip.

  "Did you get into a hit and run accident a few months ago?" Mom questions furrowing her brows.

  I raise my brows at this, definitely interested Sam doesn't say anything except looks down guiltily. Moms jaw drops "oh my god" She says in disbelief.

  Sam snaps her head back up determination in her eyes, "it wasn't me driving mom- I swear- it-it was Yasmin" Sam starts but before she could finish her story mom interrupts shaking her head. 

  "I don't care who was driving, I you should have told us this- I mean do you know how much trouble you caused?" Mom asks healing her head down, giving Sam a serious look.

  "Im sorry..." Sam says biting her bottom lip.

  "Sorry is not going to cut it- I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're grounded" Mom reply's holding her hand out "give me your phone" she finishes.

  Sam opens her mouth in shock "why?" She asks using hand gestures to show her emotions.

  "Because as long as you have internet-" mom points at the stairs "sending you to your room is like sending you out to play" She says as Sam pulls out her phone lazily.

  "Don't forget her lab top and smart watch" Anthony buts in with a cheeky smirk as he bites on a pickle he got out of the fridge.

  Sam looks at him and mumbles under her breath as Mom holds out her other hand, for Sam to put the watch in.

  Sam walks away sulking, "even I can't believe that happened" You mumbled, Sam had never really gotten in trouble. Yeah you knew her knew friends were apart of the popular group and they were kinda like the mean girls- well not really Moon, she's a sweetheart.

  "Me either" Mom agrees in disbelief.

  You had never really gotten in real trouble either, Your mom Amanda and Dad Daniel were a little more easy on you seeing as you were a couple months older than Sam.

  You never did rub it in her face though, you always treated both Sam and Anthony equally. Sometimes more rough with Anthony seeing as he can be a pain most days.

  You and Sam had a bunch of things in common, for example you were both fighters, you both loved people unconditionally, and you both did karate.

  Well Sam quit eight years ago, but you never did you actually enjoyed doing it. So while everyone was asleep you would do it up in your room, you were surprised dad quit for the simple fact that he always talked about kicking the competition on commercials but quit in real life.

But this was it, you were fixing to tell Amanda about Miguel "Hey mom, i was wondering if I could have a guest over tonight?" You nervously question, biting your bottom lip.

She turns around from the sink "of course honey, who is it may I ask?" She questions.

"It's my boyfriend, Miguel" You admit, feeling your heart race just a bit.

Amanda smirks as she nods her head "ahhh okay, yes you can have him over just inform your dad when he gets back from dealing with his karate rival" She rolls her eyes playfully at the end statement, causing you to laugh; relived.

After a couple minutes goes by Sam is sitting at the kitchen table doing homework still sulking about being grounded while Anthony is rubbing it in her face about her not having internet.

Soon the doorbell rings causing Anthony to lay his iPad down before getting up excitedly "maybe that's the drone I bought from Amazon" he says as he rushes towards the door.

Amanda soon realizes what he said as she looks up from her paper work, following him behind "you bought a drone?" She questions as she follows him to the door.

Sam sighs as she keeps looking at moms purse which held her phone "dude you're just gonna torture yourself even more" You reply as you take a seat in front of her.

She rolls her eyes "I know but I was supposed to go to a party with Moon and now I can't even let her know I'm not coming" She sighs.

"I'll text her for you" You reply pulling out your phone.

"Really? That'd be great! Just let her know that I'm grounded" Sam grumbles as she says 'grounded'.

"Sure thing" You laugh as you send the quick message to Moon.

"Anyways, I'm having my boyfriend over for dinner" You say nervously, at what Sam would say.

Her eyes widen "do tell" She smiles.

"It's Miguel, I'm sure you've seen him around before" You comment.

She thinks for a minute "oh yeah, we had a class together last semester but I don't remember him to much" She exclaims.

"Hey Robby what's going on?" You hear your mom ask.

"Well, I'm going to see what's up" You nod your head towards Sam and she salutes you, a sister thing you both had.

"-you know what... never mind come on in.." Amanda says using hand gestures.

"Hey Robby" You smile as he walks in the house.

You and Robby had grew close, but it was mostly friendly on your part... his not so much but you didn't know that.

"Hey, how's it going?" Robby smirks slightly, as always.

Amanda walks back to the kitchen table as Robby follows you around "it's going..." You chuckle.

"What about you?" You questions politely.

"Same old for me" He reply's holding onto his backpack strap.

"So what shall we do while we wait on my dad?" You question walking out to the back patio with the pool.

"well.. do you know karate?" Robby smirks.

"Ohhh-" You laugh "-as a matter of fact I do smart one" You raise your eyebrow.

"Well then show me..." He teases as he sets down his backpack and pulls off his jacket.

"Alright-" You cock your head to the side as you pull off your light jacket as well.

Robby gets into stance as you follow behind "show me what you know" You nod your head up suggestively.

"Okay..." He smirks as he lands a kick to your side to which you immediately block.

He raises his eyebrows as he try's to land a punch to your face to which you block with your hand swapping it away before kicking under his foot causing him to tumble down, you following as your foot was caught with his.

You let out a laugh until you soon realized you were straddling Robby's waist which immediately shut you up as Robby looked up at you and you rested your hands on the concrete being you.

"Well this is awkward..." You spit out as you noticed the awkward tension built up.

You pull yourself off of his lap as you reach your hand down and pull him up as well "are you okay?" You question with a chuckle trying to move the awkward tension away.

Robby clears his throat "uh yeah all good" He reply's as you both get into your stances.

You place a kick to his side to which he misses on blocking and he kneels over holding his side causing you to laugh "watch yourself" You chuckle.

He stands back up straight with a small smirk as you go to strike a punch on his face to which he block, keeping his hold on your hands and pulls you closer to him, your body's colliding causing your eyes to widen as they stare into his green orbs.

Nothing is said as you both stare into each other's eyes, slowly leaning closer. Robby's eyes land on your lips and that's when you realize what you're doing.

You pull away "oh my god" You gasp, feeling guilt rush over your body at even looking someone in the eyes like that other than Miguel.

Meanwhile Robby is confused "what is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He questions worriedly.

You can't be mad at him, I mean he doesn't even know you have a boyfriend for god sakes. "No uh- I just it's not right- I have a boyfriend- I couldn't do that to him" You state.

Robby's head falls "oh...-I understand" He lifts his head back up nodding.

Clearly you could see his heart cracking, and it broke yours to at the sight but he needed to know the truth.

"I'm sorry- I didn't tell you sooner- or anyone for that matter-" You ramble feeling like it was somewhat your fault.

"No hey i get it- it's none of my business of who you talk to" Robby says sliding his jacket back on.

"But still I'm sorry-"

"I get it alright- I know okay" He confirms as he stops to look you dead in the eye, almost staring into your soul.

He kneels back down grabbing his backpack before walking back into the house, you grab your thin coat and walk over to the door leaning your back onto the wall listening in to the conversation.

"Oh hey Robby would you like to stay for dinner?" Amanda questions.

"No thank you Mrs. L, I wouldn't want to intrude" Robby says with a polite smile.

"Oh it's no bother at all you know we love having you over" She admits, with a smile.

"Okay I'll stay..." Robby sighs defeated, as Amanda smirks satisfied.

"Make your self at home" She says sweetly as Robby walks into the living room, and sits down awkwardly. Clearly not fully comfortable yet.

You sigh as you walk into the living room and sit down on the other couch opposite of Robby, causing his attention to go on you and suddenly you were regretting not going to your room because of the awkward tension.

"Hi" You say, as if you both hadn't almost kissed despite you having a boyfriend.

"Hey..." He reply's even though he kept his tone mono.

You sigh and throw your head against the couch pillow, fully letting your body relax. As you did this you went into deep thought, you loved Miguel with everything in you but you didn't know if you liked Robby or not.

Your mind kept wandering back to the almost kissing session you and Robby would've had if you hadn't pulled away. I mean you felt something but it didn't feel as strong as when you met eye contact with Miguel.

Maybe it was because you hadn't know Robby as long as you knew and been with Miguel.

You run your hand through your hair and down your face following around your neck as you relax into the couch deeper.

While doing this Robby couldn't help but stare, he thought you were stunning. He slowly leant back into the couch finally getting comfortable now as he gazes up at you. You couldn't even feel his gaze at how deep in thought you were.

  Robby knew what he wanted and he knew he wanted you, he wanted be the one you loved, cuddled, and cried to when you were feeling sad. He scoffed internally as he thought about you having a boyfriend.

  Soon your phone started ringing, you picked up your head from the comfortable couch as you had almost fell asleep, you lift up and grab your phone out of your back pocket to see who was ringing you.

This is my first request ever so I’m sorry if I’m not clear enough. 😭😭 so Ethan breaking in readers home and he’s horny he just fúcks her right then and there while she sleeps. Reader is dumb so before all of this she doesn’t really notice that ethan likes her even after several obvious hints. If you’re not comfortable with this it’s fine! You’re an amazing writer!!

i was literally about to write something similar! thanks for the request

unconscious confession — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan can’t help but touch you in your asleep

contents : smut somnophilia (DONT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE). non con. dark!ethan. wc 1.0k

He slid through the window that lead to your living room, treading quietly. You had a safety ladder—for fire escapes—right by your apartment, that lead to an alleyway. If it was anyone other than Ethan you should have felt concerned.

Though in all honesty Ethan’s intentions with you were not exactly honourable. Your house was dark, all the lights switched off for the night. Ethan silently stepped through your house until he reached your room. He was careful not to make a creak, even though he knew how much of a deep sleeper you were.

Ethan shut your door behind him as he finally glanced at your sleeping form. His breath hitched.

Your duvet was halfway down your body, resting by your hips as the moonlight shone through your window. He would have tried to crawl through there, but he wanted to make sure you were sound asleep before he got too close.

Your shirt was slightly ridden up, showing a sliver of your stomach. Your hair splayed out around you, as your chest slowly heaved up and down. Ethan walked closer, not taking his eyes off you.

You looked beautiful, unaware and peaceful. Ethan dragged his gaze along your face, as he brushed a stray hair from your cheek. His finger halted, continuing to brush across your cheek bone.

Ethan had always found you pretty. When you joined the group, having met everyone at Blackmore University, you fitted in wonderfully. Always a bright smile on your face as you made everyone laugh. Ethan could never take his eyes off you.

He had tried to sit closer to you whenever you all would gather. He had tried to help you with anything and everything you needed. He had dropped hints—some extremely obvious—about his feelings for you. But you just never seemed to notice him.

Ethan began to trace your face. His pointer going down the bridge of your nose, until he reached your lips. When he lightly brushed along your bottom your head shifted slightly, but you still stayed asleep, unaware of the boy beside your bed.

Ethan drags his finger to your top lip, loving the feel of the plump flesh. He drags his finger across the space between your lips, feeling a slight bit of your spit. His chest had already started heaving, as stepped closer, his knee hitting your bed, as he pried your lips open, slowly and carefully.

He then dipped his finger inside, the warmth of your mouth sent a shiver all the way through his body and straight to his dick. He began to brush over your tongue, before pulling his finger out. He was growing heavy and dazed, as your mouth stayed cracked open a fraction.

He began to shift his gaze down your body. You were just in a loose large shirt, the shape of your breasts telling him you indeed were wearing no form of a bra.

Ethan shifted to the end of the bed, grabbing the edge of the duvet by your hips and pulling it down. He then crawled onto the your mattress, his legs coming to kneel on either side of your hips. He stared down at you, tilting his head as he observed the fall and rise of your chest.

He was mesmerised, and turned on. He then placed his hands by your head, just hovering over you, his breath hitting your face. He watches you for a moment, and that’s when his morals came to call, telling him how wrong this was.

But Ethan was hard, his throat tightening at the thought of your body being on display for him. How you would feel in his hands.

Ethan leant down and placed a delicate kiss to your cheek, testing the waters. He leaned back to look at you. You didn’t even move. Ethan grinned as he began to place sloppier kisses to jaw, leading all the way to your ear. He darted his tongue out to lick your earlobe, as the feel of your skin against his tongue and lips made him want to grind into you. But he refrained, wanting to feel all of you first.

He rounded your neck, as he licked up the side. He was like panting dog just wanting your attention. He kissed and sucked on your soft skin, unintentionally leaving marks you’d probably question the next day.

Ethan’s hands dug into the mattress as he leant back to his knees. He could see his saliva glistening in the moonlight, all over your neck.

His cock was rock hard. There was no way he was stopping now. His hand touched the bare sliver of your stomach as he widens the gap, pushing your top to reveal more of you. You slightly shifted, but as Ethan grew to realise, you weren’t waking up. You were a deep sleeper indeed.

Ethan began to just touch you, tracing his hands across your skin, rubbing, and leading all the way up until he felt the bottom of your breast. He gulped as his other hand went under your shirt. He started to fondle your breasts, squeezing and and tracing your skin. He peeled your top over them, to rest, scrunched up by your neck.

Your nipples are peaked, the coldish air helping even more so. Ethan just stares for moment, trying not to orgasm right there. He was pathetic, but also desperate. His fingers began to circle around your nipples, feeling the bumpy skin. He then switched to his thumbs, rubbing across both. You shifted, the most you had. Ethan looked up to your eyes, seeing that they were still shut.

He started to quicken his pace, liking the feel your nipples. He then pinches one, earning your body to shift.

Ethan noticed the way you slightly rubbed your thighs together. You were wet, and the thought of feeling how much, made his eyes roll. He reached down to lick one nipple experimentally, before kissing your stomach. He shuffled back, eagerly reaching for the band of your loose shorts. Ethan helped you out of them, by placing a hand on your back and raising your hips. Slowly—of course.

Any sort of fast movements would most likely get to wake. Ethan began pulling the duvet completely off, along with your shorts, all the way down your legs. Goosebumps had begun to litter across your thighs and calves. Ethan dropped your shorts at the end of the bed before tracing his finger up your leg to reach the spot he’d been craving.

Fuck, he was starving. He slowly began to rub you over your panties. He went harder over your clit, going in a figure of eight. He caught a quiet whimper leave your throat. Looking up from his spot at the edge of your bed, he saw your brows had begun to knit together, as you go to rub your thighs again.

Ethan grabs your thighs, pulling you further apart so he could see. He kept one hand on your thigh while the other went back to stroking your pussy. A wet patch had formed on them, making Ethan’s pride inflate.

He settled between your legs, peeling your panties off and tossing them to the side. He spread you wider. You shivered slightly as the air surrounded your open pussy.

Ethan watches as he pulled apart your lips with two of his fingers. You were soaked, and Ethan panted at the sight. He held you open, as his thumb began to spread through your wetness, brushing over your clit repeatedly. You shifted, a moan caught in your throat. He then brought his thumb back to suck your taste off. His grin was almost scary as he leant in, licking quickly at your pussy.

Your legs shifted, but Ethan kept them held down, as he began to lap at your pussy, slow and torturous strokes of his tongue. He covered your entire pussy with his tongue, before he pushed it into your weeping hole. You sleepily moaned as Ethan pulled in and out.

He then pulled away, and kissed your inner thigh. He looked up at your face. You had a cute almost in pain look about you. Your lips pursing as your brows furrowed. Ethan’s eyes grew dark as his fantasies wandered.

He crawled up your body, finally pressing his clothed cock against your pussy. Ethan’s breath hitches. He stares at your lips, before kissing you. He sucked on your bottom lip, pulling way to take off his belt.

Your lips were red from Ethans sucking, and as he pulls his cock out, pumping himself slightly, he kisses them again. He liked kissing you, even if you were t able to kiss him back.

Ethan adjusts himself—slightly preparing if you were to wake—before he pushes the head of his cock into you. He hisses at the feeling of your warmth. Your body is hummed to life, while your mind stayed knocked out, probably dreaming your getting fucked instead.

Ethan began to slowly thrust into you, feeling you clench around him. His breathing was uneven as he uses one hand to play with your tit. Rolling it between his fingers as if this were an addiction.

You feel groggy, disorientated, and…horny. You weren’t sure what was happening. Your eyes slowly blinked awake as a pressure fills you inside. A moan slips past your lips before you could stop it. You then felt the body on top of you. But in your sleepy state all you can feel is pleasure.

You can spot messy curls in the moonlit room. And a body, thrusting into you. Your head falls further into your pillow as you whimper. You felt so good.

Ethan seemed to realise you had woken up. He was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off yet, but when he saw your heavy lidded eyes, he realised that you were a heavy mix of sleepy, confused and fucked out. He quickened his thrusts, aiming higher inside you. You choked a moan as your back arched against your bed.

Ethan didn’t dare speak, for fear of ruining whatever state you were in. He just kept thrusting, getting closer and closer to his expending orgasm. Fuck, he felt good, and you felt amazing clenching around him.

He stares down at your fucked out face, open mouth, hooded eyes, and bare body and couldn’t find it in himself to regret.

You hadn’t noticed him before. And maybe you wouldn’t even now, in your haze. But Ethan leant down and kisses you, wanting to feel you kiss him back.

And you do, head spinning with pleasure. Ethan growls into your responding mouth as your tongues clash. He didn’t regret it.

And maybe that makes him immoral, or psychotic or just simply fucked up. But he would do anything to touch you, hold you, and gather your entire attention. He thrusts harder into you, making you fall apart underneath him.

Ethan would do anything to have you kissing him. Panting against your mouth he finally spoke. “You look so pretty…y/n.”

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may i introduce you to my blog!

im going through a stray kids obsession (and a writers block) but i write for milo!

I’ve got two Milo fics out atm (one zed and one Wally). If you wanna send in rq i’m totally down, i’ve still got pt. 2 of Poison coming out soon so i’ll make sure to keep an eye out for rqs!!

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I so can’t wait for part two of Poison! I’ve been dying to see what you come up with 😩

hiii i might’ve sent this in already (you can just ignore this if i have) but i was thinking dealer rafe + sex pollen (like maybe a new drug he’s selling or something) possibly with dubcon?

warnings: dealer!rafe, kinda mean!rafe, reader is a stripper (you could read her lore here), brother’s best friend trope, dubcon (rafe drugs reader without her knowing), implied enemies, slut shaming (?), bratty behavior lol, rafe calls reader a bitch, rafe walks in on reader humping her pillow, manipulation, blackmail, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, hair pulling, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, pull out method

a/n: i made a fic not too long ago with rafe on viagra lol, so this one will have the tables turned <3

wc: 3.3k

“are you sure this stuff even works?” rafe looked down at the little pink pill barry placed in his hand. “trust me, it does.” he winked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down to reveal the assortment of hickeys littered across his skin. “my girl nearly ate me up, country club.” rafe sighed through his nostrils. at least one of them was getting laid. rafe had been so busy lately, he felt like he couldn’t catch any downtime. between selling with barry and dealing with his own shit at home, having sex was the last thing on his mind. surprisingly.

“so.. what? we’re supplying this now?” rafe placed the pill in a small bag, his business partner shaking his head. “i’ll tell you what; you could try it out yourself and decide if you want to make a little bit of pocket change off of it.” barry winked. “and who the hell would i give this to?” just then, you walked through the door, your heels clacking with each step. you looked up at rafe and rolled your eyes. “does he not have a home? why does he always have to be here?” you walked past him, your perfume intoxicating rafe more than any drug him and barry had laid out on the table.

“nice to see you too.” rafe watched you walk down the hallway, your hips swaying deliciously in that mini skirt of yours. “watch those eyes.” barry nudged him. clearing his throat awkwardly, rafe pocketed the pills, knowing exactly who he was going to have the pleasure of trying them out on later. “look, i got some money waiting for me on the mainland, i was wondering if you could break all this stuff up and bag everything while i’m gone? i’ll throw you a few hundred if you do.” rafe nodded, not having anything else planned for the rest of the day. “thanks, man. i’ll be back in a few hours.”

with that, barry left, leaving you and rafe alone in his trailer. you had changed out of your outfit and into a pair of sleeping shorts, fuzzy slippers adorning your feet as you pulled a pink crop top over your head. rafe could hear your music playing from your room, the mere presence of you making it impossible for him to focus. “where did barry go?” you walked out, opening the fridge even though you knew it was empty. rafe looked back, swallowing thickly as he eyed your bare legs. “uhm— he said he needed to get some money on the mainland, so it’ll be a while before he comes back..”

you noticed the way rafe’s voice lowered at the last part of his sentence, his suggestive tone making you raise a brow. “oh, really?” you took a seat across from him, leaning forward as he glanced at your chest. he hummed, his leg bouncing as he tried his best to distract himself from the curves of your breasts spilling out of your top. “yeah.” he weighed out some blow before putting it in a small baggie. the only reason why rafe felt on edge around you was because he knew he couldn’t have you. you were aware of this, and in turn you made it really hard for him to resist you.

“so, uhh— how was work last night?” rafe needed to make conversation or he was going to become stuck fantasizing about those pretty nails of yours digging into his skin. “since when do you ask me about my job?” you giggled, twisting open your water bottle before taking a sip. “well i have to form some sort of imagination of the place since barry said it’s off limits and all.” rafe met your eyes momentarily. “so? is barry is your daddy or something?” you watched as rafe’s jaw ticked. he didn’t think hearing the word ‘daddy’ would sound so enticing leaving your mouth til’ now.

“no, but i wonder where yours is.” he shot back in an attempt to put a wall back up. “that makes two of us.” you laughed. rafe shook his head, a hint of a smile on his lips. “seriously though, i think you would like to see me perform..” you scooted closer to him, making rafe draw a sharp breath. barry would kill him if he tried to make any kind of move on you, let alone go to the club where you danced at. “yeah, right. your brother would really have it out for me if i did that.” rafe scoffed. with the way you were looking at him right now, he was starting to think fighting barry would all be worth it.

“what if i invited you? what would he say then?” you were dangerously close to him now, your breath fanning the side of his neck. rafe’s fingertips itched to touch you. just as rafe was about to fall into your trap, you whispered in his ear; “too bad i would never do that, though.” you got up, nudging his shoulder with a laugh. rafe glared at you.“that’s real funny, is that how you trick those poor old men into giving you money down there?” rafe snarked. “no. unlike you, they might get a kiss on the cheek.” you winked, getting your phone from your room.

rafe made sure you were out of sight before he took the pink pills out of his pocket. throwing a couple in your water bottle, rafe shaked it until they fully dissolved. maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but you did have a point in what you said earlier. what if you came onto him, and not the other way around? “how long are you going to be here?” you came back, chugging the water bottle before plopping down on the couch. well, that was easy. “just until i’m done with all of this.” rafe muttered, the sight of your ass peeking out from under your shorts making him wet his bottom lip.

for the longest time, you had always been the forbidden fruit, the one thing he could never have. and he hated it. “well get on with it.” rafe swore you had enough sass for the entire island to have some. ignoring your comment, rafe got back to work, the sound of the tv providing background noise for the two of you. about fifteen minutes passed, and rafe could see you squirming from the corner of his eye. you looked bothered, your thighs rubbing together as rafe fixed his attention on you. “you alright over there?” you sighed, flashing him a look as you crossed one leg over the other.

“m’fine!” you were so sexually frustrated right now, it was like a wave of lust had just washed over you. rafe watched the way your eyes fluttered closed, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “are you sure?” rafe spoke again, and this time the sound of his voice made butterflies swarm your tummy. opening your eyes, you leaned the weight of your head on one hand, inspecting the man who sat not too far away from you. while there was always a tension there between you two, you couldn’t deny just how handsome he was. blue eyes, sharp features that made him look rough, his shoulders..

you shook the thoughts out of your head. leaving the living room with a sigh, you threw yourself on your bed. with each aching minute that passed, you only grew hotter for the man in your living room. you cursed under your breath, making sure the blanket you had hung up in your doorway was blocking all view from the outside before you grabbed your small pillow, tucking it between your legs as you grinded your hips into the soft material. with your shorts and your underwear in the way, it was hard to get any of the friction you needed. “fuck!” you whimpered in frustration.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ you cried, feeling the most neediest and horniest you’ve ever felt in your life.. and that’s saying a lot. you continued rocking your hips on the playboy logo of a pillow, sitting up so you could rut against it shamelessly. your fingers dug into your sheets as your clit barely grazed where you needed it most. a moan slipped from your lips, the sound catching rafe’s attention. he paused all movements, his cock stirring in his pants when he heard another moan, this time followed by a whine. rafe listened to you until he couldn’t sit there any longer.

creeping up to the entryway of your room, rafe swung your makeshift curtain out of the way, revealing the sexiest sight he’s ever seen. there you were, shorts and underwear long forgotten on your bedroom floor as your teeth pulled on your bottom lip. “what the fuck are you doing?” you gasped, your eyes shooting open as you rushed to cover yourself. “what the hell, rafe!” you shrieked, scrambling underneath your bedsheets. “humping a pillow, y/n? how pathetic do you have to be to do that?” you glared at him, your lips parting slightly at the erection in his pants.

“i—” you couldn’t find your words, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. “what would barry think of this if i told him?” rafe stepped closer, “he already thinks you’re a slut for being a stripper, imagine if i told him you were humping your pillow like a dumb bunny while i was just in the next room? he’d hate you.” your heart dropped at his words, panic settling in the pit of your gut. “no, please, don’t tell him!” you sat up, tears pricking your eyes as rafe took a seat at the edge of your bed. “i don’t know what’s happening to me, okay? i’ve never felt like this before!” you cried out.

“what do you mean?” rafe acted coy, as if he didn’t just drug you with enough horny pills to keep you soaked and needy for days. “i’m just— ugh, you’re the last person i should be explaining this to!” you rested your head in your hands, the wetness between your thighs making you shift uncomfortably. “tell me,” rafe urged, “or you’ll be stuck explaining this to your brother..” he shook his head, resting a hand on your blanket-clad thigh. the weight of rafe’s hand made a shiver run down your spine. “okay, okay..” you sighed, finally meeting his eyes. “one minute i was fine, and then the next.. i’m like this.”

rafe watched the way you shrunk in on yourself, your eyebrows etched in embarrassment. the way you were acting right now was such a stark contrast to your usual bitchy attitude. “like what?” rafe pushed forward, wanting, begging you to confide in him to help you out with your little problem. your lips parted, your gaze shooting down to the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. oh, how bad you wanted to kiss it. “like..” your voice was barely above a whisper as rafe slowly pulled the covers off of you, “like i need to be fucked.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together, your words making his cock twitch.

“sucks to be you.” rafe stood up, about to leave your room before you stopped him. “wait!” you cried out, “where are you going?” you crawled to the edge of your bed, fisting the back of his shirt. rafe smiled to himself, internally singing before he turned around to see you on your knees, your eyes wide and needy as you gazed up at him. “what? i’m leaving.” rafe pulled away, in which you shook your head. he was having way too much fun right now. “no!” you pulled him down, “please stay..” you looked down at his lips, running your nails across the back of his neck. “help me, help you.”

rafe leaned in first, taking your lips with his own as you moaned against his mouth. “you’re gonna help me, alright.” he pulled you on top of his lap, your thighs settling on either side of his waist as he fought to take off your baby tee. lifting your arms up, rafe groaned when your tits fell softly out of your top. tossing the garment aside, you let out a moan when rafe attached his desperate mouth to your sensitive bud, his tongue circling your nipple as you held him close to your chest. you moaned with every stroke of his hands against your skin, your hips grinding on his erection.

“holy, fuck!” rafe pulled away for a moment, looking down between the two of you where you grinded on his shorts. you were so wet, you left a wet patch where you rutted against him. leaning back on his hands, rafe watched as you used him to get yourself off, your glossy cunt sparkling underneath the light of the setting sun filtering through your blinds. you were so pretty like this, rafe felt like he could cum from looking at your pleasure filled face alone. “does that feel good?” rafe groaned when you picked up your pace, his length just throbbing to get out of the confines of his underwear.

“mm, fuck— yes, rafe!” you kept moving until your hips stuttered, your first orgasm hitting you pathetically as you whimpered and whined for something more. still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you got down on shaky legs, not wasting any time in getting rafe’s shorts off. you were so desperate for his cock, rafe smirked when he saw the way your eyes widened when his length sprung up against his stomach. just as you reached for what you needed most, rafe stopped you by grabbing your hand. “nah, you don’t get it that easy,” he shook his head, “lay down.”

those were his last words before he had you laying flat on your bed, your head hanging off the edge as he fucked your throat mercilessly. “thought you were just gonna get what you wanted, huh? fuck no.” he said through gritted teeth. tears were streaming down your face, the noises bouncing off of the walls right now were nothing short of obscene. “always walking around here acting like a spoiled brat, fuck you.” rafe spat, the tip of your nose hitting his pubic bone. he held your hands in his, not allowing you to have any leverage as he fucked your face.

your tongue was dancing around his cock, the sensation bringing him closer to that glorious edge. “o-oh, fuck..” rafe sucked in a breath, stilling as you swallowed around his tip. pulling out to give you some air, you managed to gasp before he slid back in, a mixture of spit and precum connecting you two together. “m’gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours until you choke..” his hand snaked down to the apex of your thighs where he gave your soaked folds a harsh slap. you squealed at the stinging sensation, his cock continuously hitting the back of your throat.

sure enough, you gagged around him, his hot cum painting your tongue. rafe doubled over with a hiss, his mouth falling open as you took every last drop. “that’s perfect. yeah, fuckin’ take it.” rafe slapped your cunt once more, eliciting a whine from your lips as he pulled away. you were breathless, your wrists burning from the unforgiving grip rafe had on them. in one swift movement, rafe flipped you onto your back, using his large hands to pin your thighs to your mattress. “beg for it, you fucking slut.” rafe teased your entrance with his glistening tip, your eyebrows knitting together at his cruel ministrations.

“please! i need you so bad, ray!” fuck, you were a mess right now. with your lipgloss smeared all over your chin, those tear stained cheeks, and disheveled hair.. rafe couldn’t help but admire the sight. everything rafe wanted was so close, yet so far, he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. who knew when you would be so needy and pliant for him like this again? “really? i don’t think so.” he quipped. letting out a shaky breath, you reached down between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance before sliding him in with a pierced gasp.

rafe’s eyes screwed shut, his hips moving on their own accord as he finally gave in to you. the man on top of you was in a daze. you were so warm, and so wet, he didn’t know how he was going to pull through with the way you were sucking him in with every thrust. “fuck.” he leaned down, taking your lips with his own. he tasted so good on your tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he fucked into you. his pace was brutal, his toned stomach smacking against your clit as you moaned in his ear. “oh, my god!” you couldn’t help your nails from raking down his back.

“look at you..” he pulled away, grabbing a fistful of your hair so you can meet his eyes. “you’re just a bimbo whore with tits for brains, you know that?” you whimpered at his words, the degrading statement only making you clench around him tighter. rafe groaned, he should’ve known you’d be into that shit. unpinning your thighs from your bed, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he caged you between his arms, his biceps on either side of your face. he was a lot closer like this, the intimacy of it making your heart flutter in your chest. “i always thought you were h-hot.” you managed to mewl.

“yeah?” he inserted a thumb between your lips, your tongue circling around his finger. “mhmm— yes!” rafe watched with dark eyes as you started sucking on the digit. “why the fuck didn’t you said anything then? we could’ve done this a lot sooner, baby.” he tsked. pulling his hand away from your mouth, he replaced his thumb with his lips, swallowing all of your pretty sounds. cupping his face, you pulled away with a bated breath, your orgasm beginning to simmer in your core. “rafe?” your face morphed into one of full blown pleasure, your eyebrows knitting together as rafe stared you down.

“you’re close?” he could tell by the way your thighs trembled at his sides that you were about to hit your peak. you nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his as he watched you come undone beneath him. you paused, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your lips parted in a silent moan. rafe knew as soon as you were able to get a breath out you were going to be in hysterics. sure enough, you gasped, a sob ripping from your throat as your body shook. from your head to your toes, you were buzzing in pure bliss. rafe stroked your face, bringing you down from your high with whispers of praise.

“so fuckin’ pretty.”

“shhh, i’m right here.”

you embraced him once more, pressing a kiss to his neck before he pulled out, using a hand to fist his length until he spilled onto your folds. you pouted, your teary eyes gazing up at him through your eyelashes. “why didn’t you stay inside?” you whined, the man on top of you breathing heavily. “w-what?” he panted, his cock twitching with sensitivity. “i wanted you to cum inside me, why did you pull out?” rafe did a double take at your words, his mind reeling with ideas of filling you up. “you’d be okay with that?” a hint of a smile played on his lips when you hummed in agreement. “wanna go again?”

you two were so busy building up foreplay, that neither of you heard the front door open. “i forgot my stupid wallet!” barry shouted. you moaned, your hips chasing rafe’s hand as he buried his fingers in your cunt. “did you hear that?” rafe froze, looking at the doorway of your room. “it’s nothing, i left the tv on, remember!” you turned his attention back on you, both of you laughing against each other’s skin. “y/n, have you seen my—” you and rafe jumped when barry barged in, a scream escaping you as you scrambled to cover yourself.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, country club!”

how did you feel about the Milo manheim leaks? 🎤🎤🎤🎤

I was so shocked when I heard about it! I didn’t see the leaks, but I heard he was like 16 in them and that’s just crazy! I literally heard about it on tiktok like the second day and they already took them down.

The Jacket (part 1/2)

Summary: Alive!reader gets assigned a new locker, finds Wally‘s letterman jacket and decides to keep it

Includes: Wally Clark x reader, smut

A/N: I just love Wally & Rhonda‘s friendship

"This is not what I meant when I asked for a new locker."  You said, scrunching your nose in disgust.

„Yeah, it's like they haven't cleaned it in decades" Your friend dusted her hands off.

A comical cloud of dust came out of the locker, when you finally managed to open the jammed metal door. Coughing, you stepped back.

Meanwhile, unbeknown to you, two students were watching. Dead Students to be exact.

„Hey, isn't that your locker, hot stuff?" Rhonda pointed her lollipop towards the situation.

The footballer turned and nearly tripped, running over to you.

„Stop panicking, it's not like you could do anything about it anyway." The brunette rolled her eyes and started following him.

„They promised my my mum they wouldn't give my locker away and now I see some-„ Wally tried to find the right words, holding onto Rhondas arm.

She raised a brow at him „Hot cheerleaders taking over your locker ?"

„I'm serious! All the stuff I have on me is in there, what if they throw it away?" He said, watching you hold up his letterman jacket.

„You're right, they really havent cleaned this in ages." You looked at your friend.

She reached inside, pulling out a blue and white jacket. You took it from her and held it up. „It's cute don't you think? Kinda vintage."

„Oh my god. look." She pointed at the stitching at the right top. ‚Wally' it read in white italic letters. You looked at her. „You think it belonged to the stadium guy?"

„Possible? I mean there's other stuff in there. Maybe he wants it back." Your friend crossed her arms. „We could go to the library at lunch and look into the yearbooks to find out."

The bell rang, interrupting your little locker investigation.

„Sounds like a plan." You said, before walking to class.

—

Wally anticipated lunch break and already waited in the yearbook section, when Rhonda suddenly appeared next to him.

„What are you doing here? Aren't you busy catching gossip in the teachers lounge ?" he asked, cocking a brow at her in question.

She smirked. „I love gossip, but seeing your big star student slash jock ego getting crushed by two human girls is even more entertaining to me"

Wally mocked her smirk and rolled his eyes. He was about to reply when he heard you and your friend entering the aisle.

„1981, 1982- ah here Yearbook of 1983. The trophy cabinet has a table with all, the state champion teams and his name was listed in that year."

Rhonda leaned her head on Wally‘s shoulder, or at least as far as she could with their height difference. „Oh superstar, even state champion? Aww, if I wasn't dead I'd feel sorry."

„Fuck you, Rhonda."  Wally scoffed, trying to concentrate on you skipping through the yearbook pages.

„Sorry I'm not into footballers, sweetheart." She sucked on her lollipop again, leaning against the shelf.

Wally took a deep breath. He was a nice guy, really and he liked Rhonda, but sometimes her attitude just got to him.

„Maybe, footballer dick is just what you need to get over your brooding and depressed mood."

Rhonda laughed. „ Ew." She pushed his shoulder.

„Turn to the exceptional students pages." Your friend said and flipped through the book.

There it was, a full double page.

In loving memory of Wally Clark stood under his picture. Fluffy black hair, chocolate brown eyes and charming smile, wearing the exact same jacket you found in your locker today.

„He's dead?" It sounded more like a questioin than a statement coming out of your mouth.

„Sad, he's sexy." You friend stated.

Rhonda nearly choked on her lollipop and Wally swallowed, before a smirk crept upon his lips.

„She did not just say that?" The shorter ghost crossed her arms.

„He is." You agreed before nudging your friend.

„You think he was a fuckboy ?" She laughed and you joined in. Taking the book from you she read the different things written about him.

„Look, this cheerleader wrote ‚He loved eating jelly filled donuts' Oh I'm sure he did" She wiggled her eyebrows.

„Well if I was born back then, I wouldn't mind him tasting my jelly filled donut." you said giggling.

After chattinf some more, the two of you put the book back and left, still giggling about the handsome footballer.

Wally's face burnt bright red and he felt like his cheeks were on fire. He knew that girls had found him cute back when he was alive, but he never heard girls talk about him like that.

„Congratulations stud, now you're a teenage girls' wet dream in two centuries." Rhonda joked and patted his shoulder.

„What do you mean ?" Wally asked nervously.

Of course he had sex before and he did like it rough, but he was in a relationship before he died and even now he only had one partner to relief his teenage hormones. Wally never wanted to use someone for their body, but this ‚trapped in the school as a ghost’ situation didn't really allow any relationships.

„What I mean is, that girls are or were obsessed with you. When you came to this school I couldn't go anywhere without the female students talk about ‚tall and sexy' you are and how hot you look during football practice."  She made a disgusted face and Wally looked at her in shock.

„Oh and don't we forgot about your girlfriend back then. She was very descriptive to her friends about your dick and how exactly you used it to bring her to the edge."

Wally now leaned against the shelves, trying not to freak out.

„But that was long ago, most of the ghosts here died after me." He said, trying to make himself feel better.

„I don't know why you're freaking out so much? I should be freaking out. Of disgust." She tried to calm him.

„You're right. I just thought- I can't believe I was so naiive." he said, looking down.

„Hey Wally, you're a nice guy." she said, making him smile. „Still entitled tho."

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

—

A few days later you were able togive Wally's mother the stuff you found in his locker. She seemed like a nice woman and you felt a little emotional at how grateful she was.

Especially because you decided to keep the letterman jacket. You gave it to the dry cleaners and basically lived in it ever since picking it up. It was slightly oversized on you but extremly comfortable.

But there was also something different since you wore it. You felt... watched. Just like today, when you got dressed after swimming club.

After leaving the shower, you put a towel over the bench to sit down. You took little longer than usual and had the changing room to yourself.

Suddenly, it's like something tickled over your back, down to your hips. A pleasant sensation. You shivered, reaching for the jacket to cover yourself.

You called out for someone. But you really were alone. Your friend had joked earlier  that Wally Clarks ghost would come for you, because you didn't give back his jacket. Luckily you didn't believe in ghosts and when you sat down on the bench, yet another thought invaded your mind.

You leaned back and opened your legs slightly. Wouldn't be the first time someone touched themselves in the locker rooms. The boys did it all the time after practice.

Your fingers travelled from your navel down to your already wet heat. Exploring your folds, before finding your clit, you closed your eyes. Wally Clark appeared behind your lids. He kneeled between your legs, strong hands holding your hips.

He kissed the creamy skin of your thighs upwards, the dreamiest of chocolate brown bedroom eyes looking up at you. He licked his plump lips before speaking against your folds, the vibration making you hiss out.

„Quite the unusual offer. Letting me eat you out so I'd forgive you for stealing." his tongue lapped up the wetness of your folds and one of his hands found your breasts, kneading them softly before pinching the nipple. One after one.

„Wally, please." You moaned and circled your clit faster. The feeling of being watched heightened your pleasure from the fantasy.

He sucked on your clit and his other hand also left your hip. Two of his fingers pushed inside you, pumping. „Mmmh" he moaned against your sensitive spot. You shivered and moaned his name again and again.

Goosebumps spread over your skin and you were sure his fingers would feel even better than your own. Shifting slightly on the bench, you were sure the towel underneath you was already soaked. The tight coil in your lower abdomen let you know you were close.

„If you weren't already late I'd edge you. Looking so pretty spread out for me on the bench." His fingers curled up and he switched between sucking and licking at your centre.

You came, biting down on your lower lip, so you wouldn't be heard in the nearby hallway. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to reality again and pulled his jacket together in front of your chest. You felt sick, pleasuring yourself to a dead boy. You decided to sit for a bit before redressing and drying your hair.

Wally still kneeled in between your legs. His lips glistened with your juices and he laughed „So much better than a jelly donut"

Licking his fingers clean, he tried to calm his nerves. His hard cock strained against the grey sweatpants, so he sat up and adjusted himself. He really tried holding back, knowing what he did was technically a grey zone of consent, but seeing you spread out on the bench, naked and wearing his jacket, he just couldn't not help you out. Also, you did say you wouldn't mind a few days ago.

He just wished you could see him. It made him dream on his own, about you two. Maybe on the bleachers or in the teachers lounge. Wally really liked the couch in the teachers lounge.

He watched you get dressed and waited for you to leave so he could take care of himself.

—

The thoughts of Wally haunted you throughout the next few weeks. Maybe his ghost did haunt you. So you decided to help the homecoming committee decorate the school with posters and decoration up until the late night to take your mind off it.

You fell asleep in the Gym. Waking up in the middle of the night on the hard floor you sighed. You were about to collect your stuff and leave when you heard a moan. Looking up, your jaw nearly dropped to the Floor.

Wally sat upon a gym mat, the ghost of a cheerleader who died in the 90s after dropping from a pyramid sat in his lap.

There was an obvious tent in his grey sweatpants. Her cheer skirt was tucked into the seam revealing her bare pussy with two of Wally's fingers knuckle deep inside. There was a wet spot on his crotch and the squishy noise of his fingers pumping at a fast pace hollowed in the gym.

Her moans were swallowed by his lips, hungrily devouring her mouth.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. Envious of the girl. Wally pushed a third finger inside, keeping the rough pace. The blonde girl reached down to rub her clit, but Wally slapped her hand away.

He pulled away from her, biting her bottom lip.

„You only get to do that when my cock has been inside of you."

Your head fell back against the wall. God, you must be really going crazy. Hallucinating or dreaming, but you couldn't tear your eyes away.

The blonde pouted. „M'sorry Wally."

He helped her climb off his lap before he stood up on the mat. She was already getting on all fours with spread knees. Meanwhile Wally pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his impressive girth. Getting on one knee behind her, he pumped himself with his head thrown back, before guiding himself inside her.

He started with slow thrusts, obviously not doing this for the first time. The blonde under him closed her eyes, mouth agape in pleasure.

Wally picked up the speed while kneading her asscheeks. Your eyes widened when he spread them, letting a string of his spit drip onto her other hole. He massaged it with his thumb and the blonde responded with screaming his name „Please, Wally. Please Please Please." she writhted under his touch as he pressed down with his thumb.

Your -or more his jacket felt too hot all of a sudden and you felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra. Pressing your thighs together you tried to get some relief.

The blonde bit her lip to silence her pleas buz Wally slapped her cheek „No. No. No. Baby. I wanna hear you. Let them hear you." His hand went back to her ass.

„You can pleasure yourself now." he instructed and her fingers immediately found her clit, circling roughly.

After her first orgasm, he pulled out. His dick dripping with her juices, the head angry and red. Wally helped her turn on her back, legs draped over his shoulders, guiding just the tip inside.

She whimpered. „Please come on my tits, Wally. I want to taste you."

You bit your lip at her voice, full of need and desire.

He smirked and started jerking above her chest. Her hand joined him as he put his abover hers, guiding her how he liked it.

He groaned her name as he came. Thick spurts of his glassy cum decorating her rosy nipples, up to her chin, which she greedily licked up.

She started licking him clean. „Thank you, Wally. Mmmh." He pushed her head down further, and looked up.

You stared at him wide eyed as you made eye contact with him. At first his gaze looked dazed from pleasure, but then he thought you could see him.

But that wouldn't be possible would it? Humans can't see ghosts.

Wally tucked himself away and helped his companion fix herself, but when he turned around you were gone.

He was definitely going to seek you out tomorrow.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, let me know in the comments & leave me some love 💕