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sweetestdesire · 11 months

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Congrats on your big accomplishment baby🫶🏻 i’m so so happy for you

May I please request martini

And tequila with Rafe using the prompts “you look like you were jealous” and “i’m not jealous”

THE JEALOUS TYPE

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, degrading speech, possessive behavior, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Rafe Cameron reclaims Fem!Reader.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for the request, baby. I’ll post your martini request in another post. I hope you enjoy!

come and have a drink at mine

"You're always with him, Y/N.”

Rafe’s hand cupped her breast roughly though her lace bra as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, biting and licking the flesh there. He vaguely heard a soft moan erupting from her lips, letting him know that she was enjoying all this.

Y/N bit his shoulder roughly, slightly drawing blood. "Ethan’s my best friend, you idiot.”

With a heavy growl, Rafe slid his hands under her knees and lifted her up, pinning Y/N against the wall roughly, his erection pressing against her center.

"Yeah, that's why he's always pawing at you." He spat sarcastically, dragging his nails up her sides deeply. She hissed in pain, arching her back slightly, in attempt to get away.

“Rafe, are you jealous?”

"I’m not jealous.” Rafe growled fiercely, grabbing her from the wall and slamming her onto the bed. He didn't need to hear her talking anymore.

Rafe tore her clothes off, fabric flying in every direction while his lips tongue and teeth searched her body, making her whimper and ache for more. He needed her to understand that she was his and only his.

He took a brief moment to look down at the panting woman beneath him. Her hair spread out against the cotton sheets seductively pleading to be tugged on and ran though. Eyes clouded over with lust and anger all at once peered up at him, boring into his dark ones. She was a goddess, and she knew it. He knew it. Everyone did. They had been together for three years now, and Rafe wasn't about to let one stupid douche bag get in that way of his paradise.

Rafe slid a hand up her inner thigh and trailed a finger up her wet slit, making her purr and coo with delight. "Such a dirty little whore you are, Y/N." He murmured, dipping a finger inside her core.

"Oh, God." She gasped, bucking her hips slightly. She was always so responsive to his touches. He loved it. He loved her.

Finally, after much teasing and ordering her to beg for it, Rafe slid into her, earning a low moan from deep within her small frame. Goosebumps formed on her skin, as she shivered for him, always so responsive to his every move. Whenever he first entered her tight body, it was always slow and sensual; mainly because he loved watching her shiver and moan like that.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly and went to kiss his parted lips, but he turned his head away from her, and sighed heavily, ignoring her hurt expression. Biting the inside of his cheek, he pinning her arms to her sides roughly and started pounding away at her body, taking her deep and hard, cursing at her and making her scream. But he would never hurt her. She knew this. No matter how angry he was at her, he would never.

"You're mine." Rafe growled, pushing into her body viciously. "Fucking mine."

He bent his head down and sucked at the sensitive flesh in the crook of her neck, getting what he was looking for. Y/N shook with ecstasy and moaned louder, trying desperately to fall over that delicious cliff. She tightened her muscles around his thick cock and bucked her hips as best as she could, panting heavily. A thin sheen of sweat covered their bodies, making them glide over each others skin with ease.

Rafe let go of her arms and held on tightly to her hips, letting her dig her fingers into his hair and yank forcefully at it, as she cried out his name. His fingers dug into her hips and he knew that there would be bruises. They would haunt him in the morning, but he didn't give a fuck right now. Y/N was his.

Y/N’s arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him against her, feeling his bare flesh against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, holding on tight as he held deep within her, resting for a few seconds, to compose himself. Her hands framed his face and turned his head towards her.

She looked deeply into his eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth before he turned away again, then pounded into her harder and faster, feeling his climax coming on soon. His hand slipped between them, and Rafe rubbed and twisted her clit, pushing into her roughly.

“No, Rafe. It’s too much. I can't." Y/N begged, bucking against him madly. She was shaking, tears forming in the corners of her gorgeous eyes.

Rafe kept rubbing and pinching her clit, pounding into her slick core, glaring into her eyes. Challenging her to let go. He knew she would. She wouldn't be able to stop herself. He would force it out of her, if he had to. She was his. End of story.

"You will." Rafe growled, panting heavily. Resting his lips against her ear, he whispered venomously, "You fucking will. You're going to cum all over my cock so hard, and you'll scream my name. My fucking name because you belong to me, Y/N."

And she did. With a loud gasp, a dramatic arch of her back and a loud cry erupting from her delicious lips, her orgasm took over her body, while she screamed his name, shaking violently with aftershocks while Rafe rammed into her a dozen more times before letting go himself. He sank against her, panting heavily, his heavy breath tickling her neck and ear.

“Rafe.” Y/N croaked, finally earning his attention.

Slowly, Rafe rolled next to her side, on his back, pushing his hair out of his face and groaned, "What?" He asked, barely able to think clearly.

She sat up gingerly, wincing a little. "Will you let me explain, at least?" She asked.

Rafe drew his brows together and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. "What's there to explain, Y/N?”

"Ethan’s gay, Rafe."

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an Ezra & Cricket One Shot: Brass Knuckled Debauchee Summary: Ezra, after abusing your healing talents, returns to make good on his debt... for a price.

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 4,752

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), weight gain, eating, edging, soft!dom Ezra being an overall ass, teasing, begging, crying, malfunctioning prosthetic limb, the occasional swear

Author's Notes: requested by two (count'em - 2!) lovely babes for the 900 Friendo Celebration - thank you to @xdaddysprincessxx and @morallyinept for bringing Ezra some love.

Huge thank you to @strang3lov3 , @noxturnalpascal & @bitchesuntitled for their beta badass skills and to my ever lovely beta fish, @neverwheremoonchild. None of you will understand the depths of gratitude I hold you all in.

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You’d cared for him when his appendage was newly parted from his person, after a young woman dumped him off at your meagre midwife’s centre.

You hadn’t delivered a baby in at least eight cycles, but you were busy tending to broken bones and crushed limbs from the mine nearby, so the idea of caring for a wound caused by a missing arm wasn’t far from your everyday.

What was far from the standard men in your care was that this one wouldn’t shut up. Truly. You’d never met someone so close to death spew such a narrative. You almost wished to have him out of his misery just to stop his linguistic vomit.

Thank Kevva for sedatives.

You didn’t even want to know his name, worried that if you had his, he’d need yours and there was no way someone this sick and wounded that could carry on like he’s memorized a thesaurus wasn’t capable of performing a hex or a curse on you.

After three blessedly quiet and devoid-of-narration days, the open wound where his arm once hung from was no longer festering and the fever that wracked his body broke. Despite your own desire to keep him silent, you stopped administering such a high dose of the sedative, and you allowed him to regain consciousness.

For the first little while, all you heard was his steady, deep breathing, so you left the room to grab some water and liquified sustenance for him, figuring that when he would finally come to, he’d be hungry.

“To what do… do I owe the pleasure?”, you heard croaked as you walked softly back into the room.

“Oh good…”, you replied flatly. “You’re awake and talking.”

The remainder of his stay that time had revolved around you doing what you could to keep his mouth occupied enough to keep it quiet; you fed him. By the time he’d left, he’d made you aware of his name – Ezra – and bestowed a nickname on you for lack of giving your own. Cricket. He then made the terrible promise to return to see you and left with a wink and a smile.

Your whole body bristled at the thought of having to deal with him again.

*****

The first return visit he made, his confidence and vocabulary were still obnoxiously inflated. Whining of a bruised rib, you resumed your frustrated feeding to keep him down to two to three sentences and responses between mouthfuls.

The second time he returned, he stated that he had been ‘brutalized by a deviant, one who you should not even be told of his true form else your fragile and virtuous mind be stained’. There wasn’t a single mark on him, save for a bite on his only arm that looked to be self-inflicted. He enjoyed himself, smiling between bites of food.

By the third visit – complaining of a sprained toe - you knew that he knew that you knew what you were doing - and vice versa. Despite this, you fed him, and he ate very well. After several days of ‘healing’, he hauled himself up and it was then that you noted his flight suit looking like it was getting tighter around his middle.

Those visits happened in a fairly rapid succession, but a longer period – more than six cycles at least - lapsed before he darkened your doorway and approached your desk once again. Without even looking up, you knew it was him, having heard his cavalier long-form salutations being crooned out at anyone he passed approaching your unit.

“What now?”, you sighed in irritation, dropping your head into your hand, not bothering to look up at him – something you would come to regret to save yourself future embarrassment. You didn’t see him close your door and lock it behind him.

He approached your desk, and his hand came into view along with a mechanical one; the smooth-as-silk tongued devil was now outfitted with a prosthetic arm that looked like it had been stolen from a brass skeleton and had gears added. Your eyes followed the mechanical limb up to the hem of his shortened sleeve, hiding the joint between it and what remained of his actual arm. The new colour of his clothing caught your attention, too, pulling your eyes to his torso. Yes, it was definitely a different colour. He was no longer in the moss greens and soil browns you’d associated with him. Now, he was in a dark blue flight suit with a gold zipper that looked to just be barely holding together.

Your brain paused to take in what was in front of you.

“No more chirps for me, sweet Cricket?”

His raspy, southern drawl sounded sweeter than you’d noticed before as your eyes took in the added weight on his middle. Before looking up to his face, you noted the way the zipper rippled from the strain and the clear indent his belly button made as the fabric pulled taut across his expanse.

His face. As soon as you took it in, you regretted not doing it first. He’s held you in his big brown eyes’ gaze before, but you’d been able to avoid being trapped. But this time you couldn’t help but let them absorb you. His smile widened as he slightly leaned forward, arms putting further weight on your desk.

“You seem at a loss for word, Crick-“

“You’ve been eating well.”, you managed to croak out in a somewhat aloof-sounding voice, nodding towards his middle.

He didn’t shrink back at your comment; instead, it seemed to embolden him. “You started me on a path of decadence that a mere man such as myself isn’t able to easily shake.”

He stood to his full height, eyes never leaving yours. “Is that all you noticed?”, he grinned, lifting his brass appendage, bringing the crude and simple brass hand to his face, smoothing over his moustache.

Your lips parted then closed and parted again before you were able to spit out, “I saw y-… I see you got a new… limb.”

His eyes gleamed at you, seeing his every move had you further in his grasp. You inwardly scowled, chiding yourself on how quickly you were falling under his spell. Narrowing your eyes, you shrugged at him.

“Looks old.”

If it stung him, he didn’t show it; he simply kept that smile on his face and continued to look down at you from across the desk. “I’m not its first owner.”

The pleasantries had only lasted a few more moments before Ezra moved around your desk and hovered over you.

“I’m here to return the favour, Cricket.”

“...Favour?”

“For all the hard work you put into bringing me back to my full health.”, he cooed lowly as his brass hand cooled your cheek with its feather-light touch.

“It’s nothing... I was just doing my j - “

He leaned over you further, cheshire grin pulled menacingly across his face. His voice slipped into a lower pitch and his eyes darted from your eyes to your mouth.

“Doing your job would have been to send me away when I appeared with erroneous and fabricated injuries and illnesses. You, my sweet Cricket, stepped over and above the threshold of your employment and I intend to repay you for your sweetness in full.”

You sucked in a few shallow breaths and nervously swallowed. This was a side of him you hadn't seen, assuming that he was a submissive and pliant brat who’d chosen you to dote on him. But no. There was no favour he intended to pay back. He was just sizing you up and wrangling you into his web, and now he was out loud declaring that you were his prey. His eyes were dark and fixed on you, in contrast with the gentle smile on his face.

“Don’t be nervous, sweet Cricket. You can tend to your own wounds afterwards. Now, let me hear you chirp.”

His brass arm shot out and gripped your wrist tightly and he pulled you from your seat. Dragging you to the maternity room, he tossed you onto the low soft bed.

“Ezra!”, you squeaked as your body hit the push mattress below you.

He dropped to his knees and crawled up, forcing your legs apart, and his belly barely grazed your middle as his face lined up with yours. You let out an involuntary whimper.

“Oh, sweet Cricket. How badly I wanted you on your back, making those sweet vocalizations your namesake promised me.”

His flesh and bone hand gently grazed your face and moved to the back of your head, softly fisting your hair, forcing your head to stay still as he traced his nose along the contours of your face. His eyes remained half lidded and he watched as your own rolled back when he pushed his knee into the crux of your thighs, knowing he had all but your verbal consent.

“This is all you need, sweet Cricket? Someone to light the way?”

All you can muster as his hold on your hair tightened and his knee applied more pressure was a light whine through your parted lips.

You wanted to respond, but the moment you opened your mouth, Ezra’s brass arm made a clunk sound and began to shudder.

“Oh, for Kevva’s sake.”, he muttered, sitting up on his knees as he examined the arm. It made a mechanical sound before it shuddered again, then a higher pitched noise droned as the arm vibrated.

You watched him sitting between your parted legs as the realization of what he had at his disposal dawned on him. Your eyes widened as he turned and looked at you like a starved man with a wild grin.

“Sweet Cricket, I think I could go for a bite to eat.”

*****

Once you’d gotten some finger foods together and brought them back into the room, you found Ezra laid back in a mountain of pillows on the bed. He nodded his head towards you and raised his hand, beckoning you to him.

“Come on, Cricket. Tend to your weary traveller.”

His eyes were glued to you, cascading up and down your form, as you hand fed him. He’d had a few pieces of the savoury pastries when you felt the cool touch of his brass hand slide between your thighs.

“Curious...”, he mused as he chewed. “… that when I make a certain motion with my appendage, it malfunctions in such an amusing manner that I know you will find benefit in, pet.”

Your brows furrow in question and before you can ask how that could benefit you in any way, the arm made that clunk sound again. You felt the vibration between your thighs and your eyes widened.

“Ez – oh fuck!”, you gasped as he pushed his knuckle up against your mound and held it there firmly.

Your mouth was open, allowing shallow panting breaths to puff out and your eyes were closed with your brows pinched as the shuddering vibrations pulsed against you. You’d never felt anything like this before in your life and you thanked Kevva.

The low amber tones of his voice cut through to you and pulled you out of your silent prayer. “Now, sweet Cricket. We are both here to derive enjoyment from one another given we both now have the intel on each other’s vices. You can’t go holding out on me to seek your fruition – that is not fair.”

He pulled his hand from contacting your core, and your eyes snapped to his, a pleading whimper bubbling out from your pouting lips.

“Uh-uh, Cricket. We will play fair.”, he growled in warning. His smile dropped as his features darkened, and he nodded towards your suspended hand holding a small meat-filled pastry. “Don’t you dare hold out on me.”

Shakily, you brought the morsel to his mouth and as he took it in and let his tongue touch your finger, his hand once again pressed against your core.

*****

Ezra had continued to eat and finished over half of platter. But every time you started to get close to your peak, he would pull his hand away, leaving you a shaking mess.

“P-please… Ezra, please!”, you begged mere seconds away from ecstasy.

“I am not finished, sweet Cricket.”, he said with a mouthful. “You will be sated when I have found my fill, and we are not yet there.”

You could have screamed at him, strangled him in a rage. “Ezra please! I - ”.

The warning look he gave you stopped any further pleading. Your mind reeled, trying to find some way to get relief. You could kick him out and try to finish yourself off with your fingers, but you knew it would be fruitless; you’d never gotten this worked up on your own before and you doubt that you had anything in this clinic that vibrated at that frequency.

As you trembled and panted, Ezra watched, amused at how clearly you were seeking a solution to the problem he’d created for you.

“Cricket…”, he cooed, soothing his biological hand up your arm and to your face. He gently guided your chin towards him. “Sweet Cricket, come back to me.”

When your frantic gaze met his, his eyes softened and creased as he smiled. “I will not leave you unfinished. I repay my debts, darling nurse.”

You sighed in defeat, nodded, and took a deep breath. Your eyes trailed down to his noticeably rounder middle that made the already strained zipper pull at the seams of the fabric. He shifted in what looked like discomfort.

You put down the current half-filled plate of food and reached for the zipper tag, tugging it down. It only got to the beginning of the swell of his belly before you met resistance. You tugged a little harder, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Suck it in.”

“Now, Cricket, let’s not be hast-“

“I said suck it in.”, you snapped back far more forcefully than intended.

Ezra froze then nodded. “Sweet girl, I will try, but…” You saw his middle pull in slightly. “… the profound conundrum I experienced in getting it on…”

The zipper finally moved, and he groaned as his stomach expanded. “Sweet Kevva… such relief.”

You were desperate for him to touch you again, but seeing him fat and swollen before you, knowing it was your work that was filling him out. Ezra watched your gaze turn hungry and almost feral. Granted, he felt that way as he watched you teeter on the edge of falling apart over and over. He wasn’t ready to let the power he held over you go, giving him the drive to get through, bite by bite. But that power began to slip the moment his vulnerable and considerably rounder middle exposed, and it left him feeling uneasy and unsure.

“A change of flavour… is needed, my sweet Cricket.”, Ezra crooned, trying to exude as much confidence he could muster, despite his self-consciousness lingering in the back of his mind. He swallowed down a moan as your blown-pupiled eyes met his. He pushed a faux-confident smile and spoke softer. “Something sweeter, perhaps?”

Letting a small huff escape, you nodded and got up from the bed, cursing him under your breath for having this much power over you.

As you stood in the small kitchen area, waiting for the food rehydrator to loudly prepare the freeze-dried baked goods, you didn’t hear Ezra huff and grunt as he got off the bed and saunter into the kitchen. You weren’t alerted to his presence until his belly hit your back and his brass hand went to your hip.

His nose and mouth pressed against the back of your neck, whispering filth as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed.

“You leave yourself so vulnerable, sweet Cricket... back to the door, not an ounce of concern…. any rapscallion of low morals could take advantage… of your sweet, supple figure…”

You let out a light, breathy whine gripping his hand as he kneaded your breast. As much as you wanted his hands on you, you wanted his mouth on your own more, so you pushed your body back against his, making enough room between him and the counter for you to turn around. His brass hand stayed on the curve of your waist, not offering any resistance, and his other hand cupped your cheek, holding it in place while he kissed you softly. His lips moved against yours like he was able to read your mind, or maybe even needed this point of contact as badly as you did. His mouth parted and his tongue pushed for entrance into your mouth, and once it was granted, the kiss fevered and boiled over. You felt your core throb with need and want, soaking your pants and already ruined underwear, and he crowded you against the counter. So wrapped up were you in his mouth and teeth and tongue, that you didn’t feel his brass hand move from your waist.

In one swift move, Ezra shoved your pants down in the front enough for his brass hand to slip with no barrier into your folds. The cool touch you would have expected from it was long forgotten as the metal now met your body temperature. Still engulfed in the kiss that was beginning to rob your breath, the telltale clunk barely registered in your mind until the vibrations started. Sending a jolt through your body, you pulled your face away from his and let out a shrill gasp.

The timer on the rehydrator went off, and Ezra chuckled darkly, watching your brows draw together and your eyes flutter.

“The rules stay the same, Cricket. Sweet or savoury, I will have my fill and you will have your petite mort. But one will meet the other at the same time.”, he said in a wickedly soft tenor. “Now, you can begin holding up your end, sweet girl.”

Once again, Ezra ripped away any power you might have had or believed you had, edging you with each bite, withholding his metal hand’s vibrations from the moment his mouth was empty to the moment your hand shakily pushed another bite past his lips. Overstimulation mixed with the pent-up fury of being denied an orgasm had you panting rapidly, tears threatening to spill over. High pitched whines and shuddering whimpers were all you could produce, and it was music to Ezra’s ears.

“You… create the most… glorious cricket song…”, he mused softly as he chewed the mouthful. “Keep chirping, sweet girl…”

You were coming to a point where you weren’t sure you would make it. Your brain felt like it was filled with the static from a communicator’s blank channel and your hearing and sight felt fuzzy. The coil tightening in your cunt was hitting a painful level, causing you to drop the next pastry you’d picked up with your shaking hands.

As soon as it hit the floor, Ezra tsk’d you, and pulled his hand right out of your pants. The pained sob that burst from you from the loss of contact was loud and harsh, and the tears finally spilled over, staining your cheeks.

“P-please… I… I can’t!”, you cried out, jutting your hand out clumsily to grab his wrist as he pulled back. His dark eyes scanned your desperate ones, pausing momentarily, before his gaze shifted to one of pity and amusement.

“You can’t what?”, he mocked with a cruel grin. “Can’t what, sweet Cricket?”

A rasped and pained whine peeled out of your throat as your head fell to his shoulder, and his hand gripped your hair and pulled back, forcing you to look at him. You looked ruined. Your cheeks flushed and eyes wet and lidded, your lips parted, turned down and chin quivering. He shoved up back and up onto the counter.

“Oh, come now, sweet Cricket. Don’t look at me like I won’t give you your due.”, he whispered, ghosting his mouth over yours. His brass fingers traced lurid shapes along your inner thighs, causing your body to shiver and that coil painfully wind up in your core once more.

“I asked you for something sweeter, pet,”, Ezra mockingly cooed as he pulled back, your face involuntarily following his to try and capture his lips against yours. He shook his head, smile tugging at one side of his mouth. “Something sweeter and you dropped it on the floor. It’s precious currency, Cricket, and you mishandled it.”

Your eyes followed his, stuck in the trance he’d put you under. He could have told you to do anything, given any order and you would have obeyed to your detriment. His brass hand moved to your throat, long, metal fingers grasping just tight enough to keep you precariously seated on the edge of the counter. His thicker middle forced you legs open wide, and his other hand took its place between your legs and without warning, he shoved two fingers into your core.

Your mouth and eyes widened as a wrecked gasp escaped you and your hands went to grab onto what ever meaty part of him you could grab for stability. Ezra hummed in response as the pads of his fingers felt the walls of your cannel twitch and flutter at his intrusion.

“Good Kevva, sweet girl…”, he groaned, watching your face contort. “As much as this contraption of a limb can bring me such sadistic joy at your expense, my own digits needed to feel the silken walls of your inner sanctum.”

As he pumped his fingers in and out of you, he dropped his forehead against yours and hummed again, answering your repeated whining pants and moans.

“Keep chirping, Cricket… sing me your evening song… that’s it….”

As you felt your peak come careening in, he felt your walls convulse and slicken up. The soft tenor he’s just lulled you into a steady rhythm with fell away and the low chuckle followed by his fingers being removed made you scream out and dig your nails into the fattened flesh of his upper arm and shoulder.

“EZ-EZRA! PLEASE! FUCK-PLEASE!”, you sobbed out in a shriek.

His brass hand’s hold tightened around your throat, and he shoved your shoulders flush with the wall behind counter roughly.

Your desperate eyes looked him over as best as you could, given the position he had you in. His bloated and full stomach moved with each laboured breath he took and the strain he put himself under to wreck you was fully apparent. You could feel the outline of his clothed hard cock seated against your thigh and the sweat beading on his forehead. He wiped his face and parted his lips to take in deeper breaths; his irises were indiscernible from his pupils as he looked down at you.

You had never known need like this, and you felt as though you were going to succumb due to your lack of orgasm as a final line in the life that Kevva had written for you.

“P…please…”

“Is it my cock you want to be impaled on, pet? You want to whine and mewl while I rut my quiver bone into your sopping celestial cavern?”, he coolly growled, but there was a slight waiver in his voice. You saw the same desperation in the dark abyss of his eyes.

You nodded dumbly and he scowled, baring his teeth, and tore his brass hand off you, trying to make quick work of getting his flight suit off his shoulders. The arms were tight around his fleshy arms, and you shakily sat up and tried to help. Once his arms were free, you tugged the material over his waist, taking note of the roll of flesh sitting just above his waistband, showing just how much he had been indulging. You gave it a squeeze, revelling in the sound he made, sucking his breath thru his teeth at your fingers.

“Marvel the fruits of your labour, Cricket… The destination you set me on course to has made me beyond redemption and unfit for galactic adventuring…”, he grunted breathily, shoving his flight suit off his legs before kicking it off entirely. “You have effectively rendered me useless beyond what effect I am able to wield on you.”

He shoved his mouth against yours before you could respond or ask what he meant, sucking you into a bruising kiss. His hands gripped your hips, pulling your twitching cunt flush with his weeping, hard cock, knocking the plastic plate that held the desserts onto the floor at his feet. Fumbling slightly, he pulled back and gripped his member, before lining it up with your entrance and pushing it in all at once. The sting of his intrusion melded perfectly with the relief of finally connecting, and the sound you made caused Ezra to almost break. His eyes softened and his brows tented, body tense at the gentle yet firm, warm hold you had on him.

“I’m af-afraid I’ve pushed too far to allow for… for niceties and gentle welcomes, sweet Cricket…”, he panted against your face, teeth clenched as he tried to focus and draw this out as long as possible.

“Please move...”, you begged in a strained whine.

“If I move to fast, sweet Cricket, I will... end this fortuitous connection with an... an early release, and that would render me- fuck!... render me less than a gentleman...”

“You’re no gentleman... now shut up an-and fuck me!”

It seemed that your tight walls and frantic begging were too much for Ezra, and he pulled out with a grunt, followed by a whine as he came onto the plate on the floor. The vulgar sounds of his panting breaths mixed with the sploot of his spend had you seeing red.

“You asshole!”, you screeched, shoving him off you.

He panted and held his hands up in surrender as you charged at him.

“Cricket... forgive me! You’re too sweet... your sacred cavern was too - “

The slap you landed across his face stopped his fancy wordplay. “You fucking bastard!”

Ezra’s eyes flashed in anger, and he stood to his full height, towering over you.

“That was uncalled for, Cricket.”, he snarled. “I will take the wrath of meeting an end without you by my side, but I will not allow you to besmirch my good mother with a question of my paternal lineage.”

You stared at him, eyes wide with anger at his audacity, and before you could say another word, he tackled you to the floor. You tried to fight him off but the moment you heard the clunk of his brass arm and felt two metal fingers punch up into your slick heat, you ceased your struggle.

“See, sweet Cricket? I may be a wayward traveler, but even I know the dangers of leaving a woman on the precipice of completion... “

“Don’t stop... please... don’t stop...”

The vibrations of his arm and the smooth curves of the worn metal fingers found a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“I plan to keep demanding your company each time I move through this sector, and-”

“Oh Kevva... Ez-Ezra!”

He leaned forward and ghosted his mouth over yours, speaking in a low, husky growl, “... if I were to fail you now, what kind of welcome would I receive the next time I darken your doorway?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and your body arched off the floor. Pent up energy burst from your burning cunt, sending wave after wave of precious release through your body. The scream that peeled out of you was dampened by Ezra kissing you forcefully.

His movement slowed and he slowly pulled his brass hand from your core. You were greeted with his grin as he looked over his brass hand.

“You’ve polished only two fingers for me... there are three more.”, he cooed, placing a delicate kiss on the end of your nose. “Next time.”

“N-next time?”

He nodded and stood up with a grunt. You sat up carefully, and it seemed you both took note of the plate on the floor, covered in his cum. The chastisement was on your tongue, but never became words out loud as you were struck speechless as you watched him pick up the plate and fling it out the window.

He turned back to you, standing naked in the kitchen, fat and sweaty, with a grin on his face.

“There is always a next time, Cricket.”

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laurzzz · 5 days

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NO WAAAAAY!!!1!!11!!11!1

Sub count is still going up despite my unpredictable posting schedule, that's pretty dope y'all

#laursdraws #sona art #soyjak meme #milestone #next stop. 100k /silly /j #if i ever reach 100k in my lifetime i can finally accept that i am 'popular'-- at least to a small extent lol #anw aCK gtg have class #i'll answer them asks sooner or later

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fluffy-ami · 8 months

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SIS HELLO AND CONGRATS ON 300+ FOLLOWERS!!

May I request lee!Kunikida or Ango? If not, just go for any bsd character you like most <3

Have a wonderful day/night! <3

.......you will get both 🫵🏻 (i love u), I'll just post them separately and tag you once I'm done with my little Ango doodle! Have this for now✨🌸

✨silly doodles silly doodles silly doodles✨ I am so normal about them I swear- (click for slightly better quality lol)

(Milestone ☁️ Top 5 Favourite Fandoms + Recently added) Requests are still open! 🌟

#answered asks #nat the fluffball 🐀#tickling #my stuff #tickle art #art #ami's art #bungou stray dogs #lee!kunikida #ler!dazai #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #help I was so soft while drawing them 🥹#pls I adore lee kunikida so much oh god thank you for giving me the opportunity to draw him 🙏🏻😭✨🌸#thank you so much and have a wonderful day too sis <3 #just wait until I deliver your boi ango to you sis 😎🍺#300 followers #milestone

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buglaur · 1 year

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sim download, phil quigley

cc included, all outfits are base game + dlcs

thank you to cc creators

do whatever you want with him

download at simfileshare

#hit milestone thank you :)#sorry i cant offer more yet i'm rly tired i finished exams today!!!#ts4 #sims 4 #dl #❤️❤️❤️#i'm gonna answer asks soon i promise

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dirk-cubed-ama · 3 months

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THANKS FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!! 🎉🎉🎉

DIRK: Alright. 50-follower special. My honest review of the outfits I was sent.

DIRK: First off, what the fuck is this fit.

DIRK: My problem isn't even that it's revealing, this shit is straight-up TACKY. I wouldn't even wear this on a dare.

DIRK: The shoes are practically falling off of my feet, and what the fuck is up with the rhinestone belt? Like, genuinely, this would be almost tolerable without that.

DIRK: 2/10. Better shoes, less rhinestones, more outfit. Jesus fucking Christ.

DIRK: Better. I like that it's less revealing.

DIRK: I wasn't a fan of the pants at first, but they grew on me. Academia isn't really my "aesthetic," but I look cool as fuck. I'll give it that.

DIRK: 8/10. Not my style and some accessories wouldn't hurt.

DIRK: I'm never fucking doing this again.

Okay, let me just say, from the bottom of my heart: thank you. I never expected this blog to get much attention. Maybe just some love from my IRL friends and that would be it. I wanna say I really, really appreciate everyone who's sent in asks. Especially the people I see in the notes on pretty much every post. You're what inspire me to keep this blog going.

Can't wait to see y'all at 100! 💪

Expect a loredrop. ;)

#ask dirk strider #dirk homestuck #dirk hs #dirk strider #homestuck #ask ultimate dirk #homestuck ask blog #dirk answers #cubed #ultimate dirk #happy 50?!#follower milestone #thanks for 50 followers!#holy shit

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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year

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I wonder if in Federation schools with very mixed students (like how Keiko taught a ferengi, a human, bajorans...etc) certain historical questions have multiple acceptable answers. Federation teacher has to spend half their time fact checking the answers that their alien students wrote down because for ‘Inventor of the Telephone’ one student wrote ‘Alexander Graham Bell’ another wrote ‘Rahguk son of Mor’ another wrote ‘What is a telephone?’ and another wrote ‘Vashermock The Kyern spoke to your human Graham Bell through a series of long forgotten dreams so technically it was the inventor - the human’s hands were moved by its wisdom.’

#Just thinking about how different societies probably reached similar milestones with different people and in different ways <3 #also I love whenever star trek says 'and that historical moment??? it was actually aliens v_v yeAAAAH it was aliens all the way down.'#star trek #also if my teacher was an alien and I was a kid I might be tempted to straight up lie about my answers so I'll bet that's also a thing HEHE

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dabisqueen · 5 months

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*Last one I promise…*

When he finally succeeds in making you his, his obsession of you doesn’t end, if anything, it increases…

•When you two are together, he’d follow you with his eyes when you’re not looking, always desperate to keep you in his line of sight.

•When you invite him to stay the night for the first time, you notice and find it odd that he seems to already know where everything is, never asking “Hey, babe, where do you keep xyz”?

•After his first official invite, he sometimes “invites” himself over, waking you up in the late hours of the night, his hands running up your thighs under your nightshirt. As you shake the fog of sleep from your head, enjoying his touch, you try to remember if you left the door unlocked for him or if you gave him a spare key…

•When you two walk together, he’ll keep one hand shoved in his pocket and the other always placed lightly on the small of your back to either guide you as you two move through the shadows he’s so familiar with or to protect you from any harm (perceived or otherwise) when on a busy street.

•When the seasons change and the air turns cold, he finds it cute that you hold on to him, craving the heat that he naturally emits. He’ll tease you for being “clingy”, but secretly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

•He wants to be the center of your world, after all, you became his. Anything that takes your attention away from him for too long will be taken care of. This, of course, can cause tension between you two… but most of those tensions are quickly worked out when he places a hand on your hip, lifts your face to meet his, and quirks an eyebrow while rolling his tongue over his front teeth. (That look alone lets you know damn well what time it is.)

This had me squealing... i want him to treat me like that! I love it so much 💙💙💙💙💙

Thanks for this submission, have one more 🎟️

➡️ last chance to win a free commission for yourself by entering my Obsession Milestone Event! Tomorrow at midnight is the deadline.

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hacked-by-jake · 2 years

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Congrats hbj 💛🥳

Awww! Thank you so much, dear Anon! I really appreciate it and it makes me really happy that you took the time to write to me! It means so much to me! Thank you! And I hope you will have a wonderful day/evening/night! 🥺💚🥰

#cute anon #hbj answers #milestone answer #personal #<3<3<3<3<3<3

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heavenlyhischier · 5 months

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Hi!!! My love I am so excited for your celebration!!

Could you do these prompts with Jack Hughes? ❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜ ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

NOT SUPER HAPPY WITH IT BC IM WRITING THIS AT WORK BUT ENJOY ILY

warning: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT— smut, unprotected sex

Summers had always been your favorite time of the year, and that feeling only grew when you started dating Jack two years ago. You now found yourself at their lake house a good majority of your summer, spending your time on the boat or just outside while you enjoyed the warm air as the sun beat down on your skin. It brought a whole new meaning to summer for you, and you were eternally grateful that it was Jack who had done that for you.

Everyone had decided to have a more relaxed day, branching off to do their own things until the evening. You, of course, ended up outside by the water, splayed out on the lounger as you let the sun hit your skin. Jack was sitting next to you, and you thought he was scrolling through your phone, but his eyes were dragging the length of your body. He was taking in every dip, every curve, every freckle as if it was the first time he’s seen you with a bikini on before, and it was causing all of the blood to rush to his cock.

“Baby,” He called out, voice rippling through the breeze and breaking you away from your thoughts, “C’mere.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, sliding your sunglasses to the top of your head to narrow your eyes at him, “Why? We’re not gonna fit on the chair together.”

“Just want you,” He shrugged, a coy smile toying at his lips, “We’ll fit, just gotta sit on my lap.”

You let out a soft laugh, getting off of the chair to take the few steps needed over to him. He gently pat his thighs, gesturing you to straddle them as he gave you a playful wink. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you placed your knees on either side of him, careful to not slip off the chair, and relaxed against him. You immediately felt his bugle pressing to your inner thigh, and heat flooded everywhere in your body.

“Jack,” You mumbled, “Let’s go inside.”

He gripped your hips, pushing you down on his erection as he let out a small moan. Your eyes flutter closed when he adjusts your body so your center is pushing against him, the pressure moving from your thigh to your clit. With your finger nails digging crescent shaped marks in his skin, you repeat yourself in hopes that he would get the hint, but he shakes his head.

“What? We’re going to fuck right here? What if some sees us,” You whisper though no one’s around to hear you anyways.

“They won’t, baby, I promise. Need you right now,” He groaned, “Please.”

Despite the fear of getting caught, you couldn’t help but feel a little exhilarated by the thought too. Jack’s eyes are boring into yours, wide and pleading as he waits for your response. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you let out a small nod, and Jack is quick to lift the the both of you so he can tug his shorts down his legs enough to let his cock spring free.

“It’s okay,” He assured you as he watched your eyes dart around you, “No ones going to come out here, and no one can see us from the water.”

You swallowed thickly as let out a deep breath, letting yourself focus on the situation in front of you rather than the possibility of what could happen. Jack reached a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, silently asking you if it was okay to keep going. In response, you pull your bottoms to the side and grab the base of his dick, dragging it through the wetness between your folds.

“Shit,” He hissed when your grip tightened as you lined him up with your entrance.

You let out a breathy, whiny moan as you sink onto him, his thick length filling you up entirely until you couldn’t take anymore. Your hands fly back up to his shoulders to steady yourself as you wait for the dull pain to subside. Jack is letting out a string of quiet moans as he feels your walls clench around him as you adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the desire to buck into you. He doesn’t mind the sharp sting from your nails in his shoulder, the only feeling he cares about is the way you feel wrapped around him.

After what feels like forever to Jack, he watches as you lift your hips up before slowly rocking back down against him. He pulls you into his chest, his lips capturing your own in a passionate kiss as you set the pace. The pads of his fingers are harshly pressing into your flesh as he tries to control himself, but the way you dragged your pussy against him was sure to ruin any self control he thought he had.

“You feel so good, baby,” He groaned against your lips, his hands slowly beginning to move you at his pace, “Being such a good girl. Taking my cock when anyone could see you.”

Your movements are slow and shallow, the way you’re sitting on him not providing you with enough room to do anymore than that, but Jack is quick to take over. He’s holding you tightly as he slams into you, your moans loud as they bounce off the trees and across the water. The desire to stay quiet long forgotten as the man beneath you hits into you deeper and harder with each thrust.

He didn’t want to let go of your hips due to the unstable nature of the chair, and since Jack knew your body better than his own soemtimes, he knew how to guide you to your release with just his cock. He could feel your walls flutter around him, and he knew that you were about to reach your breaking point, but so was he. He never lasted long when you were on top of him, the sight alone was enough to send him to orgasm.

“Let me cum in you, please. I want to fill you up,” He whines as he nearly sends himself over the edge.

“Okay,” You manage to force out through strangled moans.

His hips stutter underneath you as your orgasm is tearing through your body and you have to bite his shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming out. Jack is a mumbling mess of moans and curse words as he shoots his load into you, filling you up with his cum as his movements slow down. Your moans turn into whimpers as he carefully continues to rock himself into you, the feeling proving to be a bit too much for your arching core.

“Jack, how are we going to clean up before going inside? I don’t have a towel,” You ask, slight panic settling in your chest as you snap your head up to meet his gaze.

“We’re right by the water baby. We’ll be fine.”

#kayla🩷#⭃ abby answers asks #jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes smut #2k milestone!

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trivijoy · 1 year

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omg I had to sacrifice my gif quality so that it would be small enough to upload 😭 fawk u tumblr

anyways I'm like 2 days late wtf but thank u so much for 200+ followers 🫶🏾 I hit 200 like the same day as my 1 month anniversary which is literally insane 😨 I'm so thankful for all the friends I've made here in such a short amount of time 💓 and I'm proud to say the quality of my content is finally improving (no, do NOT go scrolling down my blog to find my first moodboard 😞). Thank you again I love y'all sm 💗💗

P.S. IF I HOSTED AN EVENT WOULD YALL JOIN PLZ LMK !!!!!

some of my fave moots/blogs (in no order I love all yall girlies the same 🫶🏾)

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@kysbot @hyeism @y-unjins @boos2bies @y-eora @wonwonyoyo @2ilove @wintys @haewrin @luv-zia @yoyojoy ++ many many more I can't tag more than 50 😭

#trivijoy #trivijoy : milestones #trivimilestones #PLS ANSWER THE P.S.#I BEG

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sweetestdesire · 11 months

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howdy babes <3 can i get a tequila shot for rafe with prompts “please. make me feel good. no one else can like you”, “you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me”, and “have a little trust in yourself, you can take it” w maybe some overstim?? thank u if u decide to write!!

FAR TOO SENSITIVE

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, bondage play, use of sexual toys, overstimulation, degrading speech, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which after a full day of being teased, Rafe Cameron has some fun.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for the request, my love. I hope you enjoy!

come and have a drink at mine

"You're so goddamn stubborn. And this wet little pussy keeps getting you into trouble, doesn't it?” Rafe flipped the vibrator on the lowest setting and pressed it against her clit for less than three seconds.

Y/N shrieked, her eyes popping wide and her entire body going rigid. As soon as he pulled it away, she sagged, looking shocked. She stared up into his eyes. The defiance was definitely fading, replaced by that pleading look that he knew and loved so well.

"Please, Rafe. Please, let me cum. Make me feel good. No one else can like you.”

He chuckled, pulling back to look into her eyes again, enjoying the way she blushed as he mocked her. “It doesn’t matter how much you beg, sweetheart. You don't have my permission to cum. But you will, and you won't be able to stop yourself. And when you do, I'm going to keep this pressed up against your clit and fuck you hard until you cum for me at least another four times."

Rafe wondered how many times in a row she had managed to bring herself to climax. Judging by her horrified expression, it was probably less than five.

"Does that sound good to you, baby? Sound like a fun way to spend the day?”

Y/N shook her head, her hips thrusting up and her arms pulling against the rope that kept them bound to the table.

"It'll be fun for me.” He insisted. “You’re mine, and I take care of what belongs to me.”

With that, he flipped the switch again, skipping the lowest setting and going for the most powerful. Y/N gasped, sputtering, her entire body going tense with effort. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. But a moment later, his suspicions were confirmed as the stimulation overwhelmed her. She began to shake, her lips trembling, and then she bent double with a delicious gasp.

Y/N tossed her head back, screaming, her face and body slick with sweat, her eyes wild. She was gorgeous as she came, her body glowing, her nipples hard and high in the air. Her legs strained against the ropes, twitching.

Rafe just watched as she shrieked, the pleasure becoming too intense, becoming painful. She began twisting in her bonds in earnest, desperate to get away from his torture. The moans of ecstasy quickly turned into cries of despair as he pressed the vibrator harder against her clit.

"Enjoy yourself. I’m sure your little stunt you pulled in front of Topper feels so worth it now, doesn't it?" Rafe said.

Y/N bucked against him again, eyes wet and wild. Her panting shifted into grunts as, unwillingly, she followed her body's relentless climb back up to climax. Then, her grunts twisted into shrieks, and finally, screams.

In less than a minute Y/N was cumming again, her body twisting and flailing in the ropes that kept her tied down. She heaved and struggled to catch her breath, her head lolling weakly against her shoulder. At this point she was half-awake. A little whine, long and low, escaped her throat whenever she wasn't moaning.

"What is it, baby? What's the matter?" Rafe feigned concerned, showing her an exaggerated pout.

"Please, Rafe.” Y/N whispered. “Please, no more. I can't take it, I can't do it again."

Even as she spoke, she ground herself down against the buzzing orb pulsing on her clit. She was rocking back and forth a little, her hips drinking in the sensations, her body driven by the need for another impending completion. At some point, her body gave in to the stimulation and just craved more and more, no matter how much it hurt.

"Two more times.” He said. "Have a little trust in yourself, you can take it.”

"Please, Rafe.” Y/N whined, sobbing a little. "I really can't. I can't take this.”

"You love it, though.” Rafe said, mockingly. "This is what you wanted, yeah? You're fucking soaked.”

Y/N cried out hoarsely, tears spilling down her cheeks. It had been less than ten minutes since her first orgasm. When she came down, she went completely limp, breathing hard. She looked up at him and whined, her eyes lidded, her lips damp and parted.

"Awe, sweetheart.” Rafe said, feigning sympathy. Then his eyes pierced hers, devoid of affection or mercy. "One more."

Her entire body heaved and her mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. Y/N seemed far beyond the ability to make any noise. He gave her four deep, brutal thrusts of the toy in a row, his lips peeling back in a snarl, the sadistic drive to cause as much pain as possible taking over.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back in her head, then closed. She shook from head to toe, her face contorting, tears dripping down her cheeks. She had soaked the sheets beneath her completely.

Rafe watched, breathless, enthralled, as her body gave one final, tremendous twitch. He chuckled, turning the toy off. Then he backed away, reaching for his belt buckle.

“You didn’t think that we were done yet, did you?”

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