Yes. Yes We Are.

cop!rafe gives dumb!reader a warning (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

summary: officer cameron has had quite the uneventful night. he’s told to park on a quiet backroad to speed trap, but ends up making a stupid girl give him head instead of making her pay her ticket!

cw : smut, 18+, flirting, teasing, breast play, blowjob, reader is stupid and flirty, she’s a bad driver, lots of ‘like’

a/n : cop!rafe has a 70’s porn stache and that’s final! also i didn’t proof this very well sooooo sorry. also send me hc’s for cop!rafe and dumb!reader if you like them paired together!

officer cameron’s mouth opened wide as he yawned, rubbing his face with his hand. earlier that night he was called to bust a group of teenage delinquents that were t-p’ing their teachers’ home. ‘just go home, guys’ he told them, hands positioned at the top of his vest—and anticlimactically enough, they did, without much fuss.

his second dispatch of the night was at a run-down gas station just outside of town. the cashier, an older, frail-looking man had called 911 in hopes for the cops to detain the homeless man that was loitering out front. rafe explained to the clerk that he wasn’t able to arrest the homeless man because he wasn’t technically doing anything illegal.

“sir, in the state of north carolina its not illegal for him to sit outside a public building. unless you have a no loitering sign posted out front, which,” he glanced toward the two double, glass doors for a moment, “…it looks like you don’t have.” the older man gave him a glare and muttered, “ain’t no wonder why crime rates is goin’ up—they got pretty boys who don’ know nothin’ ‘bout anythin’…”

that was 2 hours ago.

rafe had been told to ‘speed trap’ on a dark, secluded backroad just north of town. he’s been sitting in his black suv for two hours doing absolutely nothing because no one comes down this road anymore. he was most-likely going to bust a couple of horny high-schoolers who parked on the side of the road to have sex—that’s probably about as entertaining as his night will get.

‘there’s jack shit goin’ on…’ he thought to himself before his tired eyes fluttered shut and the back of his head hit the seat. the soft singing voice on the radio was like a lullaby to his exhausted mind, as his breathing slowed and head began to droop to the side.

CLUNK!

the car jolted foward.

“what the fuck!—“ he shouted, his hand already gripping the handle of his door as he twisted around to look behind him. the red glow of his taillights illuminated the sleek, white bmw that had just plowed into the back of his suv. shoving the door open, he stepped out into the warm september air, his boots crunching against the gravel shoulder as he stomped toward the offending vehicle. he barely had time to process his frustration before he was knocking on the driver’s side window, his patience already worn thin.

“roll down your window.” his tone was sharp, authoritative—ready to chew out whatever dumbass had just rear-ended a cop car in the middle of an empty road. the window lowered with an soft-sounding hum, and rafe’s planned berate died on his tongue as he saw the woman behind the wheel.

big, glossy eyes blinked up at him, framed by your thick lashes. plush, overlined lips wobbled into a pout. long, perfectly curled hair cascaded over your bare shoulders, the strands catching the faint glow of his headlights like spun gold.

you were stunning.

you also looked like you were about to cry.

and the first words out of your mouth?

“omg, i think my car is broken?!” you squealed in a high, valley-girl like voice. rafe exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. it was clear to him that it was going to be a long night.

rafe stared at you, blinking slow like he needed a second to process what the hell he just heard. her car was broken? he resisted the urge to laugh. not because it was funny—because it was so damn stupid that it almost knocked the anger right out of him. almost.

his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he tipped his head toward the crumpled front of your clearly expensive bmw. the left headlight was completely busted, shards of glass littering the pavement, and the front bumper had a nice little dent where it had kissed his suv.

“yeah,” rafe deadpanned, arms crossing over his broad chest. “that tends to happen when you slam into a parked car.” your plump lips parted in an exaggerated gasp, manicured fingers flying to your chest like he’d just accused you of murder.

“i did not slam into you mister,” you insisted, shaking your head, curls bouncing with the motion. “like—ugh! i barely tapped you. my car is literally so sensitive.” you flailed her hands toward the bmw, like it was some fragile piece of art instead of a luxury car you clearly couldn’t drive. “i barely even touched the gas, i swear.”

rafe’s patience was hanging on by a thread.

“you were going fast enough to knock my car forward,” he muttered, glancing back at his own vehicle, which had very much been affected by your little “tap.”

you didn’t acknowledge that. instead, you let out a dramatic sigh, you gaze flickering to him like you’d just now noticed he was wearing a police uniform.

“wait—are you, like, a cop-cop?” you voice was drenched in the kind of obliviousness that only came from never having to deal with consequences. you batted your thick lashes, glossy pink lips curving into something dangerously close to a smile. “oh my god, that’s so funny, i thought you were just, like… a guy in a police car.”

rafe shut his eyes for a second. breathed. counted to three.

it didn’t help.

“license and registration,” he gritted out, reaching for the notepad in his belt.

your face fell.

“wait, no.” you reached out, lightly slapping his forearm with both hands like you were scolding him. “you don’t have to do all that. i mean, look at me!” you gestured to yourself, blinking up at him with glassy, bambi-like eyes. “do i look like a criminal?”

rafe arched a brow. “you look like someone who just crashed into a cop car.” you huffed, crossing your arms in a pout, your cleavage very much on display in the low-cut, hot pink crop top you were barely wearing.

“this is actually, like, so sexist of you,” you announced, twisting a loose strand of your hair around your finger. “you’re totally, like… abusing your power or whatever. just because i’m, like, a girl, and i might’ve, like, barely hit you, you wanna give me a ticket?”

rafe had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“license. and. registration,” he repeated, his voice low, firm.

you groaned, throwing your head back dramatically before shifting in your seat, digging through the mess of designer handbags, receipts, and random makeup products littering your passenger seat.

“ughhh, fiiiine. but, like, can i just say—this is actually so embarrassing for me right now?” you tossed a loose curl over your shoulder, sending him a look. “you’re, like, totally ruining my night.”

rafe exhaled a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “same to you, honey.”

officer cameron waited, watching as you dug through the mess in your passenger seat, tossing aside random receipts, lip gloss tubes, and what looked like a small, sparkly dog sweater.

he was this close to losing it.

finally, with a triumphant little gasp, you pulled out a thick booklet and shoved it toward him, flashing a proud, dead serious look.

“is this it?” you asked, nearly pouting.

rafe stared at the object in your hands.

the car manual.

he dragged a slow hand down his face. fuckin’ hell.

“no.” his voice was flat. so, so flat.

your perfect brows furrowed, lips pushing into a pout as you flipped the manual open, like you were actually about to prove him wrong.

“are you sure?” you flipped another page, scanning it with intense focus. “because, like, it totally has stuff about the car in it. like, see?” you turned the booklet toward him, pointing at a diagram of an engine. “that’s my engine.”

rafe let out a slow, controlled exhale through his nose.

“that’s the manual. i need the registration.”

you blinked up at him. “okay, well, what does that look like?”

his patience snapped. “you don’t know what a registration looks like, but you had this ready to go?” he tapped the thick booklet still clutched in your manicured hands.

you huffed, rolling her eyes. “well, yeah. it was, like, in the glove thingy. and it’s literally about my car, so—why wouldn’t that be it?”

rafe tipped his head back, staring at the sky like it might grant him the strength to deal with this girl.

you were still flipping through the damn manual, nodding like you’d just cracked a code. “oh! maybe it’s this part. it says ‘registration’ right here—”

he glanced down.

you were pointing at a section about registering the fucking bluetooth.

rafe actually laughed this time—a sharp, disbelieving sound as he braced both hands on the edge of your window, leaning in a little too close, his eyes burning into yours.

“you’re kidding,” he muttered. “you have to be kidding.”

you looked up at him, wide-eyed, genuinely confused. “why would I be kidding? i literally don’t joke about stuff like this.”

of course you didn’t.

rafe’s jaw ticked as he straightened up, rolling his shoulders back. this was a waste of time. he should’ve just written you up and sent you on your way—but something about you? it was entertaining. infuriating. and maybe, just maybe… kind of fun.

“move over,” he ordered.

you blinked. “huh?”

rafe gestured toward the passenger seat. “move. i’ll find it myself.”

your lips parted in outrage. “you can’t just, like, get in my car!”

he smirked, slow and lazy, hands braced on his belt. “i can when the driver is too incompetent to find her own registration.”

you gasped, offended. “did you just call me incompetent?”

“yeah, sweetheart.” he opened the door. “now, move.”

rafe barely had the door open before you huffed dramatically and shimmied over to the passenger seat, arms crossed tight over your chest. the movement made your light gray sweatpants ride low on your hips, the little rhinestone “JUICY” across the back catching the glow of his headlights. your hot pink crop top clung to you like a second skin, dipping low enough to keep rafe’s eyes very distracted—not that he’d ever admit it.

you popped your gum, blowing a big, obnoxious bubble before snapping it back between your teeth with a loud crack.

rafe clenched his jaw.

this girl was going to kill him.

sliding into the driver’s seat, he scanned the absolute disaster zone that was your car. the smell of vanilla body spray and expensive leather filled his nose as he shifted through the chaotic mess of designer bags, old coffee cups, and random beauty products littering the center console.

“fuck,” he muttered, pushing aside a half-empty bottle of baccarat rouge 540 like it was a crime scene. “you live in here?”

you gasped like he’d just insulted your entire bloodline.

“excuse me?” you whipped around in your seat, long hair spilling over your shoulder. “this is, like, so rude. my car is literally clean.”

rafe held up a crumpled chick-fil-a bag he’d just unearthed from under a louis vuitton tote.

you waved a dismissive hand, chewing your gum even louder. “okay, well, i got that, like, yesterday.”

he arched a brow. “so?”

“so, that means it doesn’t count.”

rafe exhaled through his nose, deciding not to engage in that particular brand of insanity.

instead, he yanked open the glovebox and—finally—there it was. the damn registration. crinkled, barely legible, but it was there.

he snatched it up, flashing it in your face like a trophy. “this. this is your registration.”

you blinked, blowing another big, dramatic bubble before snapping it again.

“okay, well, like, how was i supposed to know that? it literally looks like all the other papers.”

rafe let out a slow, painfully controlled breath, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

with a sharp exhale, he exited your vehicle and stalked back toward his suv, pulling the driver’s side door open with more force than necessary. sliding into his seat, he braced his elbows on the center console, rubbing a hand down his face before flipping open his ticket book. the dim glow from his dashboard illuminated the small slip of paper in his hand as he scribbled down your information. his pen scratched against the ticket book, each stroke slow and deliberate—not because he needed extra time, but because he knew you were waiting.

and you were impatient.

he could see you through the rearview mirror, still sitting pretty in your tiny pink crop top, tapping your long, manicured nails against the steering wheel. every few seconds, you’d huff, shifting in your seat, chewing your gum obnoxiously loud.

rafe smirked.

you were so fucking bratty.

finally, he tore the ticket from the book with a slow rip, taking his time as he slid out of his car and made his way back to your open car door.

you immediately perked up, your big doe eyes locking onto him as he leaned down, leaving his right hand on the top of your car.

“ugh, finally,” you groaned, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “i thought i was gonna like, die of boredom.”

rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “tragic,” he murmured, then held out the ticket. “here. make sure your daddy’s card doesn’t decline.”

you snatched it from his hand, rolling your eyes—but when you looked down at the amount, your jaw dropped.

“wait—WHAT?!” you screeched, shaking the paper in his face. “you’re, like, literally joking. there is no way you’re charging me this much!”

rafe just smirked, leaning in closer.

“speeding, reckless driving, and hitting a cop car?” his voice was low, smug. “sounds about right.”

you huffed, your nails scraping against the paper as you dramatically threw your head back. “ugh! this is sooo unfair!”

then, suddenly, you paused. your lips pursed, eyebrows furrowing—and rafe could see it happening. that little spark of mischief, the way you scanned his face, glossy pink lips slowly curling into a smug little smirk. you had an idea.

“you wouldn’t want my daddy to be mad at me, right?” you said sweetly, biting your lip, lashes fluttering up at him. “‘cause like, that’d be really bad of you.”

your fingers toyed with the hem of your crop top, pulling it down ever so slightly—just enough to make his gaze flicker, just enough to remind him how tight it was stretched across your perfect, perky tits.

rafe exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening. “you really think that’s gonna work?” he muttered, though his voice was noticeably rougher now. your smirk only widened. you leaned in, so close he could smell your sweet perfume and the bubblegum on your breath.

“can’t i, like…pay for this in a different way?” you murmured, your voice dripping with fake innocence, fingers trailing up the front of his uniform, playing with one of the buttons.

rafe’s gaze dropped to your lips—your glossy, plump, parted lips—and for a split second, he let himself imagine it. you, on your knees. looking up at him all needy and desperate, your bratty little attitude gone as you sucked his hard cock, choking as he forced you to deepthroat him.

“you’re out of your damn mind,” he muttered, eyes still maintained on your lips.

despite every reason to shut this down—your spoiled attitude, your blatant bribery, the fact that you’d just crashed into his damn car—he found himself rooted in place, his pulse thudding a little too hard, a little too fast.

your fingers were still playing with his uniform buttons, long nails scraping just lightly enough to send a chill down his spine. you knew exactly what you were doing.

your lips parted as if you were going to say something else—maybe another whiny complaint, maybe another suggestion for how you could make this ticket disappear—but before you could get the words out, he reached up, gripping your chin between his fingers.

the playful smirk vanished from your face. your lashes fluttered, lips parting slightly as you stared up at him, your usual bratty confidence flickering under the weight of his stare.

“sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, just barely grazing your bottom lip. “you crash into a cop car, you pay the fine,” rafe continued, voice low, gravelly, his blue eyes darkening as he tipped your chin up further. “that’s how it works.”

you swallowed, your throat bobbing under his grip. then, suddenly, you let out a soft giggle. you tilted your head, nipping at the tip of his thumb before flashing him a sly, knowing smile

“or,” you whispered, your voice breathy, tempting, “you could just let it slide…” your giggle was soft, sweet—too sweet.

rafe went still. for a split second, he just stared at you, his grip tightening around your chin as the words sank in. you were bratty. you were spoiled. just so damn obvious.

and yet, he could feel the heat creeping up his neck, the urge to call your bluff pressing down on him like a weight.

his jaw ticked, his eyes flickering to the empty road, the pitch-black stretch of kildare that nobody ever drove down this late. the only sound was the soft whistle of the crickets in the distance, the occasional whisper of wind through the trees.

nobody was around.

nobody would see.

his eyes snapped back to you.

before you could react, rafe’s hand dropped from your chin, and instead, he began undoing belt. “better get to fuckin’ work then, hun.” he muttered, voice heavy with lust.

you gasped, eyes widening at the sight. his thick, hard cock sprung out of his trousers, now eye-level with you.

rafe just stared down at you, his chest rising and falling. he gripped your jaw and brought it towards his red-tipped dick, pressing it onto your glossy lips.

rafe swore he’d seen the smallest smirk on your lips before your mouth parted, inviting him in. his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as your hand came up to hold him steady at his base, cock going deeper into your throat with every lick.

gaining confidence, your movements became more fluid, bobbing your head onto his length with ease—like you were a pro at this, giving cops head to avoid paying tickets.

“fuck.” rafe groaned, throwing his head back in bliss, guiding the back of your head with his left hand. his right hand came down to your tube top, forcing it down to reveal your tits. you giggled on his cock, using your free hand to make a show of squeezing and playing with your boobs for him to watch.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut…. givin’ a cop head so you don’t have to pay for ticket…” he humorlessly chuckled, gripping your hair tighter as he thrusted into your mouth faster.

spit bubbles were falling from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the white leather of the drivers seat. he leaned down, grabbing a handful of your tit, massaging it as he groaned.

you stared up at him with doe-like eyes, silently begging for his cum. he recieved the message, grabbing your face with both of his hands, fucking your mouth at a fast pace.

gulg gulg gulg

your mouth made the explicit noise as you impulsively moaned around his member, scratching at his wrists, almost at your limit.

“shit—gonna cum all over that pretty face—“ rafe moaned, pulling out of your throat, jerking himself off, other hand forcing your mouth open wide.

his hot cum spurted out in white ropes, landing on various places of your flushed face. his movements on his cock slowed, as he gained his sense of reality back.

he looked down at your cum-cover face—laughing when he saw the bimbo-like look in your eyes.

“well,” he started, putting himself back into his trousers, grabbing a couple of napkins from the inside of your door. he wiped his white semen off of your face, making you giggle. “i guess i could let you off with a warning, instead.” he smirked, giving your red face a light slap.

<3

18+

wally clark that’s a little very obsessed with his girlfriend. wally clark that gives off pure golden retriever energy until someone looks at you a few seconds too long and suddenly he’s all over you, gripping your waist from behind and burying his face in your neck. wally clark that can’t keep his hands off you at the best of times, his hands finding their home on your hips in particular or the back pocket of your jeans.

wally clark that gazes down at you with a grin when you’re trapped between him and the mattress, that goddamn gold chain dangling in front of your face. “you look so fucking pretty under me, baby”. wally clark that’s like a completely different man behind the safety of a locked bedroom door, fingers leaving marks on your waist from his tight grip, mouth staining any part of you he can reach a dark purple. “what’re you gonna tell your friends when they ask what happened?” “gonna say it was you” “you’re fucking right you will, baby”

i think i wanna ride it until you cum inside me

I need to rewatch it because I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing I could see through my own tears.

Wally Clark being an absolutely wreck in the background the entire episode?

Yeah, that broke me

🤤

Someone Who Needs Me | Older!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie’s been working really hard and you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does.

WC: ~1.6k

Warnings: fluff, smut, age gap (Eddie’s in 40s and R’s in 20s), mixed POV, possessive!Eddie, sexist co-workers, swearing, mention of piv sex, one teasing use of “daddy”, brief oral m!receiving. Not much plot these guys are just in love and horny for each other idk 18+ ONLY MDNI

This is a second part to Sweet Like Sugar

When you walked into the kitchen and saw Eddie’s lunch box still sitting on the counter, you sighed and gave a fond shake of your head.

Poor, Eddie.

Between picking up extra hours at the garage and working to repair your water-damaged trailer, he’d been trying to burn the candle at both ends and as a result was starting to get a little forgetful.

A few days earlier you’d found his wallet tucked behind the celery in the fridge, and he kept misplacing his rings and the keys to his car.

He laughed it off by saying it was just his “old age” finally catching up to him, but you knew the truth was that he was pushing himself too hard.

You were staying with Eddie until he could get your trailer back into livable condition, but he was in no rush to finish — he liked having you around. The man who, for years, had relished in his solitude now found himself hooked on domestic bliss and the truth was, he never wanted to be alone again.

He loved seeing your pretty face every evening when he got home from his shift at the garage — even though the days were long, your sweet kisses kept him going.

He loved the sound of your voice, the light in your eyes and the soft perfume that you wore; how your scent filled his home and lingered in his sheets. Every morning when he pulled your warm body close in the early hours before dawn, he wondered to himself how he’d ended up with an angel like you.

And now that you were his, he never wanted to let you go.

As soon as your trailer was repaired, he planned to suggest that you put it up for sale and move into his place with him for good. He knew it was fast, but at his age he didn’t see the point in playing games — he just hoped his intentions wouldn’t scare you away.

He needn’t have been worried. You were all in.

Living with Eddie was the first time in your life you had ever felt truly safe and appreciated, and you couldn’t imagine going back to dating the immature guys your age. None of them could ever hold a candle to Eddie — they couldn’t even hold a match. He was the man of your dreams and took such good care of you.

You had an appointment that afternoon across town so you decided to leave a little early and drop Eddie’s lunch off at the garage on your way. It wasn’t much, but it was the least you could do to show him that you cared.

In your eyes, he deserved to be treated like a king.

When you pulled up outside the garage, you felt a little thrill of excitement. You loved visiting Eddie at work.

He always looked so good with his silver-flecked curls tied back and his big hands darkened with grease — for some reason the scent of motor oil on his skin really got you going.

As you walked into the garage you were greeted by a chorus of hoots and whistles courtesy of the mechanics eyeing you in your daisy dukes. You just rolled your eyes and ignored their stares as you looked around for Eddie, but you didn’t spot your boyfriend right away.

“Hey Ed, yer girl’s here,” someone hollered and Eddie rolled out from under a car, then sat up on the creeper and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands.

He’d tied a bandana around his head to keep loose strands of hair out of his face, and he looked so good that it made your stomach flutter.

“You forgot your lunch, so I thought I’d bring it by,” you said as he took the tin from your hands, then gave you a shy dimpled grin before his eyes dipped to the floor.

He still wasn’t used to having someone worry over him, and at times it left him feeling a little flustered.

“I swear I’d forget my fuckin’ head. Thanks sweetheart, you’re so good to me.”

He leaned in to kiss you on the cheek and your face started to get warm. Even after being together for months he always had the same effect on you, and you had to suppress the overwhelming urge to jump him in his greasy coveralls.

“It’s the least I can do. You work so hard.” You grabbed the material at his waist and pulled him close so you could press your glossy lips to his. You parted your mouth as you tilted your head, forgetting where you were for just a second and letting the kiss linger a bit too long for in public.

But Eddie didn’t care who was watching.

He grabbed ahold of your hips and squeezed them tight as he leaned into the embrace, letting his tongue caress yours and groaning against your lips. He wasn’t oblivious. He’d heard the obnoxious whistles and catcalls from before and had no qualms about showing those guys that you were his.

He could feel himself getting hard and wondered if maybe you’d be up for a quickie outside in his car that was parked in its usual secluded spot behind the garage. You’d visited a few times before on his lunch breaks, bouncing on his dick in the crowded backseat while he buried his face in your cleavage and sucked on your perfect tits.

But you pulled away a few seconds later and busied yourself with straightening his collar, derailing his horny train of thought.

“I’d better get going or I’ll be late for my appointment,” you said, giving him a little wink. “I’m heading over to the spa this afternoon for the usual.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a playful raise of his eyebrows and his cheeks flushed a little pink as he leaned in close so no one else could hear. “You need some money? Maybe get them to do that thing I like?”

Eddie loved it when you got your bush waxed in the shape of a landing strip just like the girls in the porno mags he used to read as a younger man. He also loved any opportunity he could find to spoil you.

You held out an upturned palm and he immediately dropped his gaze to the long, painted nails that gripped his shoulders every night in bed; those sharp pink tips that dug so deliciously into the soft flesh of his ass when he was buried inside you, urging him even deeper.

He walked over to where his jacket was hung on its hook and took a couple twenties out of the pocket, then handed them to you along with a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered quiet enough that only he could hear, and his cock twitched at the sound of the name that was meant for just for the two of you.

“Shit—baby, you can’t just say that here,” he stumbled as your glossy lips curled into a sly smile.

“Oops, sorry.” You shrugged, feigning innocence as you turned to walk away. “I’ll see you at home later, okay?”

One of the guys let out another low whistle as you swayed your hips on the walk back to your car and you smiled to yourself when you overheard Eddie’s gruff final warning.

“You’d better watch yourself, Derek.”

It was Friday evening, so when quitting time rolled around the guys asked Eddie if he wanted to join them at the bar, but he said no. He knew you were waiting for him at home.

The men all jeered and got their digs in about how Eddie was pussy whipped, but he didn’t give a shit. He knew they’d give anything for a chance to go home to you.

When he walked up the creaky steps to the trailer, he could hear the faint sound of you singing in the kitchen and when he opened the door he was met with the pleasant aroma of the food you had prepared.

He sat down at the kitchen table to untie his boots and you walked over to greet him, wearing his favorite frilly apron and a smile.

“Smells good in here, whatcha cooking?” He stood up and gave you a teasing wink. “You know if you keep this up, you’re going to spoil me.”

“I’m making your favorite,” you purred, stepping close and running your newly manicured nails down his coverall covered chest. “Why don’t you go get showered while I finish up?”

“Good idea. I’m so fuckin’ stiff, I can barely move.” He grimaced as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

You furrowed your brow at the way he groaned with each bend of his aching muscles. He’d been working much too hard.

“Do you need me to help?” you offered sweetly, your wide eyes brimming with concern. “Dinner’s pretty much finished. I can just keep it warm.”

He nodded and a lazy smile stretched across his face as he watched you reach behind your back to pull loose the bow in your cute little apron.

“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna need some help.”

And you helped him, down on your knees under the warm running water, your fresh nails gripping his muscular thighs as he rested his back against the tile shower wall.

His breath came out ragged as he carded a hand through wet curls to push them out of his face, while using his other hand to guide your head up and down his slick cock.

“So fuckin’ good for me,” he mumbled, the soft praise spilling from his lips as he gazed down at you with naked adoration.

And you were. Such a good fucking girl.

Thank you for reading! 💕

A/N: I have another little part to this where reader sells her trailer and Eddie doesn’t like their new neighbor 👀

Taglist Lovelies 🏷️ : @mrsjellymunson @hippiegoth97 @princesssunderworld @madelynraemunson

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thinking about… rafe putting a remote control vibrator in your pussy then forcing you to go shopping with him.

CW: 18+ only! use of a vibe in public, rafe is cocky, strong language, some making out in a dressing room.

note: i wrote this at 11:40pm, so don’t judge if it sucks just randomly thought of this lil concept and yeah, this came to be!

daydreams

“c’mon baby, it’ll be fun…”

those were the words rafe used to convince you to let him shove a small silicone vibrator up your pussy before the two of you went out to shop for the day.

at first you’d thought, ‘sure why not, it couldn’t be too bad.’

but now you’re eating your words as you try and keep your composure in front of the saleswoman who’s going through an abundance of dresses with you.

“i think this one matches your skin complexion, the color would just pop against your skin! it’s also got this sexy little slit the runs up mid-thigh—”

her words are cut short when you gasp loudly, squeezing your thighs together as you grip the dress rack.

the woman gives you a concerned look, asking if you’re okay. you nod your head before you slowly drag your gaze up from the floor, finding rafe sitting on a small couch pushed against a wall, his tongue pressed firmly against his cheek as he smirks back at you, clearly amused by the entire situation.

“i— oh, god.. i agree with you c-completely.” you stutter out, legs wobbling as another orgasm washes through you. your skin is on fire, a flush creeping up your chest and to your face. “i’ll go try this one on, thank you!”

you quickly grab the dress, stumbling toward the dressing room and leaving the poor saleswoman to stand confused by the rack of dresses.

once inside the safety of the dressing room, you drop onto the bench, pulling your skirt up to the tops of your thighs, sliding your thong to the side and going to remove the damned toy rafe put there.

you’re just about to pull it out when the vibration frequency is upped, a knock on your dressing room door making you jump. you know it’s rafe, the fucker probably wants to come in and tease you, probably tell you you’re not allowed to remove the toy, well fuck him.

you stand off the bench, letting your skirt fall back down before unlocking the door and swinging it open, finding a very amused rafe standing on the other side. he pushes you back into the room, stepping into the small space, shutting and locking the door before his tall frame towers you, backing you up against the mirror.

“and just what do you think you’re doing, huh?” he asks, his voice low and demanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

you shove at his chest, “i’m taking this stupid thing out. i’ve not been able to concentrate in one fucking store, rafe. not one! you’re.. god you’re so infuriating sometimes.”

rafe laughs, the sound deep and rich, sending butterflies erupting in your stomach. he reaches into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone and stopping the vibrator. you sigh in relief at the loss of stimulation.

he grips the back of your neck, turning your head up so you’re forced to look him in the eyes. his head dips down, nose brushing against yours as he kisses the corners of your lips.

“you’re not taking it out, sweetheart. you’re gonna be a good girl, and keep that shit in the entire time we’re out,” he pauses, turning your head to the side so your neck is exposed to him. he leaves gentle, wet kisses along the side of your neck, his teeth nipping the front of your throat before he pulls back. “if you’re good, you’ll be rewarded for it when we get home, i promise.”

you’re panting, desperate to get this toy out of you but also desperate to be good for rafe, to be rewarded for listening and doing as you’re told. your lips part, a small squeal escaping you when rafe tightens his hold on the back of your neck, craning your head back and pressing his lips firmly against yours. his kiss is hard and possessive, hot and needy.

his tongue slips past the seam of your lips, tangling with yours as he presses the front of his body firmly against yours. you grip his hips, pressing him harder into you and moaning against his lips when you feel the outline of his hard cock pressing against your stomach. rafe deepens the kiss, one hand still firmly gripping the nape of your neck while the other makes purchase on your hip, squeezing tightly as he rubs himself against you.

small whimpers and whines escape you, rafe swallowing every single one of them as he continues to claim your mouth— licking, sucking, biting, claiming you.

he finally breaks away from you, breathing as heavily as you while his forehead rests against yours. his blue eyes search your face, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips before he leans in to press one more soft and gentle kiss to your lips.

finally releasing you, he steps back, adjusts himself then looks at the dress you have hanging on the hook in the dressing room. “i love that one, lets go pay for it and move on to the next store, i’m ready to get you home now.”

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Mine now. 🤤🤤🤤

— ୨ৎ bsf!rafe showing your date what he was missing out on.

synopsis: after getting stood up by your date, your best friend decides he's gonna show him what he could've had. authors note: i'm honestly not sure how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out before i lose motivation. anywayss, enjoy!!. . .♡ content warnings: not proofread. a little rushed cause i'm tired lol. contains smut, mdni. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. oral f.receiving. fingering. praise. on call during sex.

rafe laid on his bed, his head resting comfortably on his pillows with his arm draped lazily over his eyes. he had been listening to you talk about your day for the past hour, just barely listening to bits and pieces. he was really only waiting for you to skip to the lunch date you were supposed to have that afternoon, but you were so stuck on the topic of wanting to try out a new lip combo—whatever that was. so he decided it would just be quicker to just ask you himself.

“what about that date?” he cuts you off mid sentence, moving his arm from his eyes to peer over at you while you leisurely span around in the swivel chair at his desk. “with uhh...what was his name? ayden?” your glossed lips pull into a frown, stopping your spinning “andrew,” you correct, your finger twirling around a loose thread on your shorts. “and it didn't happened. he never came”

rafe's eyes shifted to yours, an annoyed furrow in his eyebrows forming at your admission “you mean that asshole never even showed up?” he scoffed, now fully sitting up against the headboard.

“nope,” your murmur, shifting in your seat “not only that, but he texted me an hour later to tell me he didn't feel like coming.”

“what a pussy,” rafe muttered under his breath, pushing his greasy hair away from his forehead as he tried to suppress an eye roll. he hated it whenever someone wasted your time or let you down. he always thought any guy who you even batted an eye at was incredibly lucky. “he just doesn't deserve you then. n i already told you that you were too good for him. don't know why you don't listen to me. you need to go after guys who would treat you better.”

your lips purse, tilting your head sideways as you toy with the polish on your manicured finger. “uh huh. and who would that be, hm? you?”

“yes.” rafe’s answer is almost immediate and without hesitation. he had no shame, no remorse, no fear. he was straightforward and honest to a fault. “i’d never let you down, you know that. and i'd show you what your date should've done.”

your fingers stop picking at your nail polish, your lips pulling into a thin line. you knew rafe was a good friend, he always had been. but boyfriend material? you weren't so sure. you've seen the way he's run through girls like t-shirts; and you refused to be one of his discards. “rafe—” you started, but he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“nah, nah. don’t ‘rafe’ me. i’m serious. you don't wanna date me? fine. understandable. but at least let me help ya out. y'know, as your friend. i could be uh...setting a standard or...whatever you wanna call it. i could give you a better time than he would've.”

you weren't stupid, you knew what rafe was trying to do. it's how he got all of the island girls to flock over him─manipulation. but was it really manipulation if you wanted it too?

‎ ‎ ─── ✷ ⊹ ࣪

“you taste so fuckin' good. shit — you're drippin for me.” rafe groaned, his eyes trained on drenched folds before they locked on your face, watching the way it contorted in pleasure with every swirl of his tongue against your clit. “feel good, yeah?”

you were only able to force out a few incoherent sounds, the overwhelming pleasure making your brain fuzzy. any guy you've ever slept with never offered or made the slightest effort to eat you out like this. so the new sensation of rafe's tongue had you seeing stars and gasping beneath him. “c'mon, i asked you a question, i want actual words, alright? i want you to tell me how good it feels. and look at me when i'm taking t'you.” rafe spoke against your sex, the vibration of his words making your hips twitch.

“mngh....y-yes.” you breath out, forcing your eyes open to lock to his, “feels good...s'good.” you whimper, glossed lips parting as you stare down at him.

“mmh, there ya go, that's my girl. when i ask something i expect a real answer, yeah?” rafe murmured as two of his long fingers easily slipped into your soaking hole, pulling a mewl from your lips and making your back arch off the mattress slightly. “fuck baby, you're perfect — s'fuckin tight.” he groaned, watching the way your narrow pussy sucked in his fingers, a ring of your slick coating the base of his digits. “y'been giving this pussy to amateurs i bet. don't worry though..i'll stretch ya out real nice.” rafe murmured, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud, your eyes rolling back while his fingers moved in slow, deep strokes, finding the spongy spot that made you cinch around his fingers.

“mgnh...fuck, rafe. i—” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets under you, your words being punctuated by rafe purposely humming around your clit, the vibration making your hips twitch. “mmh yeah i know, pretty girl. gonna cum, yeah? go on baby...make a mess f'me.”

his hands squeeze your thighs as they start to tremble, a loud whine falling from your lips as your orgasm hits, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, glossy eyes squeezing shut. rafe groans against you, lapping your juices as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “yeah, that's it, baby...good girl.”

you felt completely boneless, muscles trembling and skin buzzing all over as you slowly try to come down, catching your breath as he pulled himself up to hover over you, his hand tapping your trembling outer thigh “open up f'me baby.”

your eyes flutter open, thighs shaking as you slowly let them fall open. your eyes half lidded as you stared up at him. rafe groans softly at the sight before him, positioning himself between your legs and slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your glistening lips, teasing your clit slowly.

“fuuuck” rafe groaned as he started to slip his twitching member into your leaking cunt, his eyes fluttering at the sensation of him bottoming out. “shit baby, you're so fuckin' tight...suckin' me in s'good” rafe grunted, his hips starting to snap against yours as he drove his cock in and out, watching your lips part and eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

your head falls back onto the mattress as you mewled beneath him, your lips opening but no words leaving your mouth, already too cock drunk to form any coherent sentences. “bet you needed this, hm? needed this pussy taken care of s'bad, you just had to be fucked by your best friend — you like that, don't you, baby? you like your best friend's cock stretching you out?”

before you could even process what rafe said, the sharp, jarring sound of your phone ringing pierced through the air. the loud and harsh sound causing rafe's eyes to snap up in annoyance, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuckin' christ — who's calling?”

with your brain slowly working to catch up to the situation, the persistent ringing of your phone seemed to finally sink in. your hands fumble around as you search for the phone, eventually finding it. glancing at the caller id, your eyes flutter in surprise, and you let out a whimper, forced to keep your eyes open as rafe's hips continue their relentless rhythm. “w-wait,” you stammer, struggling to catch your breath as you see andrew's name flash across the screen. “i — shit — i need to-”

“answer it.” he ordered, smirking down at you as he watched the name flash on the screen. “let him know your best friend's takin' good care of this pussy.” rafe murmured, noticing the hesitance in your expression.

“wasn't a question.” rafe grunted, taking your phone from your hand without any consent, his thrusts getting rougher as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. “mmh, y/n's busy. fuck— y'know you're really missin' out though, man. this pussy's a fuckin' dream.” rafe spoke between breathy moans, the sounds of skin slapping and both you and rafe's moans clearly heard on the other end by andrew. “hear that? s'the sound of quality pussy, she’s sucking me in so tightly. bet you wish you were me huh?”

“hey, what is…” andrew's voice comes through the other end of the line, his words trailing off when he realized who he was talking to. “rafe?” rafe's smirk only widens at the sound of the obvious confusion and uneasiness in andrew's voice. “uh huh..” rafe groaned, “fuck man, she's takin' my dick so well; she even makes the prettiest noises f'me wanna hear?” the condescending, almost faux sympathy in rafe's voice was clear, it was obvious he was getting off on this.

he angled the phone closer to your face, making sure the sound of your lewd, almost pornographic moans and whines were clearly heard over the phone. “mmh yeah, all those pretty sounds just for me. but i uh— fuck, she might need to call y'back, man. gonna fill this pussy up soon.”

true to his word, rafe led you through four quivering orgasms after he hung up, letting himself go after your fourth one, his hips stuttering as his cock twitched, his warm liquid spilling inside of you.

“that definitely wasn't our last time...pussy's mine now.” rafe breathed out, collapsing next to you.

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Don’t forget “Rhonda you are technically like 20 years older than everyone that’s gonna be here tonight, so why don’t you just tighten your girdle, girl.”

Wally is unhinged this season.

“You’ve been here four years babe, try forty”

“Where can we find a bazooka?”

“Why didn’t you break the glass?”

“Maybe she was like a secret brew master. Like making prison hooch”

“Oh my God Rhonda can you please take her back? You wake it you buy it”

“Out of the closet or the pottery room?”

Charley: like body shots?

Wally: ooh I miss those

Homecoming? Guess not. PT 2

NSFW

Summary: Wally finally asks you to homecoming and then realizes you are wearing someone else's sweats?

Author's Note: Part 2 is finally hereeee! I am so down to see where this goes if you want a part 3 let me know! Love you guys-L

Pt 1-

https://www.tumblr.com/spiceforyou/777128599509712897/homecoming-guess-not?source=share

You stood there in a state of shock. Wally your best friend, the only boy you'd ever been attached to just told you that he had dreamt of you under him on more than one occasion? You were dizzy. You didn't know whether it was from the possible frostbite, the closeness to him, or the fact that Wally's lips had been on yours seconds before but you were in overload.

Wally could almost see the cogs turning in your head as you tried to catch up to the present. An adorable look of concentration on your face as you sorted through the information. He wanted to kiss you again so bad and he needed you to change because who's fucking sweats were those? He'd never seen them and he was positive they weren't his. His fit you in the most adorable way hanging slightly off your hips and you had to roll them at the ankle to not step on them.

"Whose fucking sweats are those? I know for a fact that you have more than half of my closet in here and those aren't fucking mine, Princess." He asks in that husky tone that makes your thighs clench together. You glance down as if you had to think about whose they are. "I am pretty sure they are mine actually." You say as if you didn't purposely put on clothes that weren't his. He lets out a deep growl resting his forehead on yours before grabbing your hips and directing you to sit on the bed. He then turns around and opens your dresser before pulling out his sweats and his hoodie sitting them gently on top of it.

"I am going to need you to change. Right now. Mine will be warmer anyway and we need to get you warmed up." He says as if it is a fact. You give him an annoyed look before saying "No. I am perfectly cozy in these." You cross your arms over your chest as if to solidify your point. A smirk graces Wally's face as he walks back towards the bed towering over you. He grabs your chin making you tilt your head up at him before saying "Princess, you are either going to change yourself or I'll do it for you. And you better decide quickly." His tongue darts out wetting his lips at the thought of getting to undress you.

You stare at him mouth agape before you realize, closing your mouth so quickly that your teeth clack together. "You wouldn't." you challenge him. The enticing thought of him undressing you making your skin heat. His smirk grows as he gently runs his finger along the collar of your sweatshirt, goosebumps popping up as he does. He leans down mouth brushing your ear. "Looks like you've ran out of time." he murmurs gruffly. His lips leave your ear as his hand wraps around your throat gently guiding you to lay back as he crawls on top of you.

His hands rest on either side of your head and his knees press into the bed between your legs, his hot breath fans your face as you look into his darkened eyes. "Tell me you want this. I need to hear it. And quickly before my control runs out." he says eyes locked on yours. A smile makes it's way onto your face, a gentleman as always. "Wally, did you notice that I'm under you? Is this what you've dreamt about?" You tease him batting your eyelashes up at him.

He sucks in air through his teeth before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His cock is getting harder by the second but he has to here you say this is what you want. He needs to hear it. He will beg if he has too. He wraps his hand around your throat again this time tightening his grip until he hears a whimper leave you. "Tell me this is what you want. Please." he says his grip loosening slightly.

You desperately want to clench your thighs together his hand around your throat making your head spin and your panties dampen. "Wally, I want you." you whine out of breath. As soon as those words leave your lips his meet your neck. He kisses and nips gently down your neck lowering himself down onto you, hips pressing into yours prying a cry from your lips. He lets out a strained grunt as he rolls his hips up into your. You rotate your hips over his whining as you do, your legs wrap around his hips pulling him tighter against you and your hands tangle in his hair.

Wally drags his hands down your covered breast giving them a squeeze before his hands slide under the hem of your sweatshirt. He continues to nip at your neck and collarbone leaving small purple bruises as he goes while his hands slowly lift the hem up your body like he can't be bothered to separate from you. You whine needing more friction, needing to feel him. You tug on his hair pulling his lips begrudgingly off your neck and helping him pull your sweatshirt over your head.

His hips buck into yours at the sight of your bare breasts a throaty groan leaving him as he pulls his own shirt off. As soon as the shirt is off he attaches his lips to your breast and toys with the nipple of the other. "Wally...I need mmm" You try to get out as he traces his teeth gently over your breast. "Mmm what do you need Princess?" he asks as he pulls your other breast into his mouth.

"Sweats off. Now." you pant out tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. He hums against your before trailing his hands down to tug his own sweats off and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of yours. He leans back to kick his fully off before helping you remove yours all the way. He looks down at your cotton covered pussy practically drooling at the damp spot in them. He lays down in between your legs grinding his cock into the mattress as he breaths in your sweet scent.

He looks up at you a smirk on his face "This all for me? Am I the reason this pretty pussy is weeping?" He asks as he drags his knuckles gently over your center. You cry out at the sensation feeling so good but needing so much more. "Yea, it's all for you Walls." you whimper out lifting your hips towards him. "Mmm that my good fucking girl." He groans out as he lowers his head to lick a stripe up your clothed center. He bites your inner thigh causing a squeal to leave you before soothing it with his tongue.

He pulls your panties down your legs tossing them on his sweats before he spreads you open with his thumbs. His tongue teasingly swipes down your center before swirling around your clit, the air leaves your lungs as you fist the sheets in your hands. He drags his tongue down to your center before going back to sucking on your clit. He runs his fingers through you getting them nice and wet before pushing them slowly inside you.

His hips buck at how tight you grip his fingers as he slowly fucks them into you. You are a writhing whimpering mess as he gets you ready for his cock. He looks up at your blissed out state and he can't help but pulls his fingers from you before shoving them in his mouth licking them clean. A pout graces your lips until you see his fingers in his mouth causing you to clench around nothing.

He crawls back up your body trailing kisses from your clit to between your breasts before kissing your lips roughly. He pushes his boxers off his hips kicking them off to add to the pile before he grabs ahold of his cock. He taps the head against your clit delighted at the whines that leave your mouth before slowly circling your center with it. He grabs your face with the other hand making you watch as his cock sinks into you. He watches as your mouth falls open and a cry leaves you the farther he sinks in.

Once he is fully seated he wraps a hand around your throat and finds your clit with his thumb of the other hand rubbing tight circles into you. He thrusts into you a scream of his name leaving your lips as he lets out a whimper. Fuck he needs to make you cum soon the sight of you writhing under him squeezing his cock so good has him about to cum already. He quickens his thrust along with his thumb adding a little more pressure to your throat. "Princess, fuck you feel so good. Better than any dream. Squeezing me so damn tight. Need you to cum on my cock." He rasps out thrusting even faster. Your legs begin to shake and your head feels fuzzy as you feel your core tighten.

His filthy words and the head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot making your rake your nails down his back and bite into his shoulder as you spasm around him. The burn of your nails and teeth paired with your cunt tightening around him makes his hips stutter before he groans out "Fuck Princess." as he shoots his spend deep into you. He thrust a couple more times before pulling out of you and flopping down pulling you into his side.

You are hazy and your legs are still twitching as Wally plants a kiss to your forehead. He gently pulls the cover over the two of you before snuggling into you. Watching as you drift off.

If I write Wally Clark x reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, etc. here ranging from fluff to smut to angst would you read it?