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I absolutely love the way this is written.

One of the best things I’ve read on a while.

SUMMERTIME SADNESS. 🌸🐚

summary: you find rafe cameron in the woods

word count: 1.9k

authors note: She/her prounous are used in this, also this will be a multi chapter fic, so expect more parts soon if this one goes well!

“Shit!” Someone shouted from the trees, startled, your hand jerked, Ink sputtered from your pen, making great blots on the shell structure you’d been outlining.

The owl that had been resting on the lamppost all morning, lifted its wings and took flight into the clear blue sky.

you shuffled on your stool once the echoing died down, glancing curiously into the lush forest. No one ever came through the forest, especially after a storm like last night, the mud was too thick to travel through, you knew that much from experience.

You supposed whoever was cursing in the woods didn’t know about the mud.

slowly you set down your pen and stood up from your stool. After a quick glance through the screen door, and into the house to ensure your grandmother was still making dinner and otherwise too occupied to stop you, you slid your bare feet into your sandals and made towards the trees.

just as you expected, the mud clung to the bottom of your shoes like glue, making it extremely difficult to walk, still you persevered, your curiosity winning over.

The morning sun felt like a warm cloak around your shoulders. The bright sun bathed the forest in a sombre green and brown, the trees were dropping water from their leaves and the thick roots seemed to engulf the forest floor, but your feet remained steady, you knew this forest, you’ve spent your entire life in this forest.

The strangers voice — decidedly male, — only seemed to get angrier the closer you got, still, you continued to pushed through the thick foliage until you arrived to where the voice was coming from, on the old dirt backroads, that only lead to one place.

barry’s house.

you knew barry. He was big and intimidating, and always hung around men who were equally as big and intimidating, and they all did bag things, your grandmother told you so as she warned you to stay far away from him.

This stranger didn’t look like the type of men that usually hung around barry. Yes, he was big, and definitely intimidating, but something about him seemed oddly clean.

His jeans were blue, the nice natural kind of blue and not the kind that came from washing it one to many times. His shirt was nice and crisp, and unlike most the other boys around here, wasn’t covered in some random ambiguous stain.

His hair wasn’t very neat, but you figured that was because he was continuously running his hands through it as he paced around with a phone pressed to his ear, but you noticed the gold rings that adorned his fingers, and the every expensive watch that sat on his wrist.

You concluded that this guy must be a kook.

You weren’t familiar with kooks, you mostly kept to yourself and your side of the island. You never attended any of the parties Johnb and JJ threw, and after your parents died, your grandmother had insisted on homeschooling you.

so it’s safe to say you were unacquainted with the status quo, but even you knew that kooks never came this deep into the cut, ever.

And as this strangers paced around the mud, dirtying up his expensive sneakers, looking so completely out of place, you understood why.

The stranger suddenly spins around and kicks over his motorbike, knocking it into the mud with a shout. You flinch from where you had been silently observing him from behind a tree. But he doesn’t stop with just one kick. He kicks the bike repeatedly, over and over again until you’re sure the bones in his foot will shatter.

He stops after a while, probably realizing that he’s no match for the scrap of metal, and you watched curiously, contemplating wether or not to speak up, as he pressed the heel of his palms into his eyes and began muttering to himself.

“Hello.” you call out, fiddling with the seashell bracelet on your wrist.

The stranger head snaps up, and he glances around with furrowed brows until his eyes land on where you’re still partially hidden behind the thick tree.

You step out from behind the tree after a moment of silence and him staring at you with a blank expression, hands still hovering uselessly around his face.

You become a little shy the longer he stares at you without saying a word, you’re sure you looked a sight at moment. Your long white skirt had turned brown at the hem from the mud and you hair was wild, tangled and untamed mess. Your skin splattered with bits of paint and ink.

“The fuck’re you doin in the woods?” he asked incredulously, pinching the bridge of his straight nose, as if you appearing from behind the tree was the cherry on the top of his already horrible day.

“oh, well- i live there.” you answered simply, folding your hands behind you and bouncing on your feet.

“You live in the woods.” He replied, not as question, but a statement, almost a confirmation, like it made perfect sense as he nodded to himself.

“No i don’t live in the woods, silly.” you giggled and his face seem to scrunch up at the name. “I live through the woods.” you swung around to point in the general direction of your quaint little cottage. “My house is just through there, i live alone with my grandmother because my mo-“

“Okay! christ, i don’t need to know all that shit- i really don’t, okay?” He interrupted, eyes wide. “Do you just go around tellin random men that you live alone in the fucking woods with your grandmother.”

“you’re the first guy i’ve talked to in a while” you replied, conversationally.

“right, okay.” he nodded turning around to lift up his muddy bike.

“it’s because i never leave my house,” you continue, unperturbed by his seemingly prickly personality, and grumpy attitude.

“My grandma usually goes into town for shopping, and food n’stuf, and i just stay at the house and draw, i like to draw a lot. i was actually drawing before i came over here to see you because you yelled really loudly and it scared me.” you pout thinking about your ruined seashell back at the house. “it was a seashell by the way, i can show you later. But anyway the only guys that live around here are barry and his friends but my grandma says i’m not aloud to talk to barry.”

He says nothing in reply to you, infact he grabs his bike by both the handles and begins dragging it through the mud and up the dirt road.

you lift your skirt slightly and follow closely behind him. “do you know barry?”

He sighs and glances up at the sky, running a blinged-out hand over his face before glancing down at where you stood next to him on the other side of his bike. “yeah, i know barry.”

“i figured.” you nodded glancing back up at him with a wrinkled nose smile. Up close you noticed that one; he was very tall, practically a whole foot taller than you if you had to guess, and two; he had the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen.

“is that where you’re headed now?” you asked glancing up the road curiously. “To Barry’s house?”

“yes.”

“Then you can’t tell my grandmother that i’m going with you.” you gasped reaching over to grasp his large hand in the handle bar, he stops completely at the gesture. “She’ll be so mad.”

“Maybe you should take your little ass home then.” He suggest, and you cracked a small smile at his language, but quickly sober up as the severity of the situation comes back to you.

“But you don’t want to go alone.” you nodded solemnly, looking into his blank face with wide eyes as you warn him. “He’s very scary and he does really bad things.”

“is that right?”

“Yes.” you nod so vigorously that you become slightly dizzy afterwards.

“Like what?” He drawls staring blankly at your panic.

“like-like drugs n’stuff.”

“Right” he nods, stroking his chin, and catching his https lip between two fingers as he glanced up the road and then back to you. “Lemme ask you something though, what the hell do you think i’m going to his house for?”

“To say hello.” you reply like it’s obvious.

“Go home, kid.” He says, taking his bike and continuing up the road without you.

“Wait!” you scramble desperately after him, but your sandals get caught in the mud and you fall to the ground. “He’ll kill you!”

He stops in his tracks at that, turning around slowly to stare with narrowed eyes at where you’re crumpled on the ground. “What’d you just say?”

“umm…” you swallow nervously, your sandal had completely emerged itself in the mud and there was no hope of you escaping unless you took of your shoe completely, and that would mean mud between your toes, and your grandma wouldn’t let you into the house. “i’ll tell you but you have to help me up first.” you hold out your arms for him and wait patiently.

He curses and stomps over, grabbing you beneath your armpits and effortlessly lifting you off the ground. You stumble slightly at the momentum, giggling as you grasp his biceps for balance.

“Now, tell me what the fuck you said.” His large hands engulfed your shoulders completely he grasped them, shaking you to keep your attention and bending slightly at the waist to loom into your eyes.

“Well…”you start quietly, intimated by the look in his eyes, you start fiddling with your seashell bracelet. “One time i had to go to church with my grandmother and then she took me to her strawberry ice cream afterwards, it was really good, it had actual strawber-“

“I don’t give a shit about your ice cream, get to the point.” He all but snarls.

“I am!” you hiss back, “You’re very mean.”

“m”about to get a whole lot meaner.” he promises, “if you don’t start talking.”

“Okay!” you voice cracks slightly and you resist the urge to start tearing up at his tone. “Like i was saying, while i was eating my ice cream, i heard two guys talking. And one of the guys told the other guy if he doesn’t get barry his money he’s going to kill him!”

He takes a quick step back and sighs loudly, a hint of relief in his eyes as his fists balled and shake slightly and he tounges the inside of his cheeks.

“The fuck does any of that shit have to do with me?” He asks still looking up at the sky.

“Don’t you get it! you have to give him money to go to his house and if you don’t give him money he’s going to kill you!”

“That’s not what the fuc- kid, listen to me- are you listening?” you nodded softly, doe eyed and worried for him. “Go the fuck home, now.” he enunciates each word slowly.

“But what if you don’t have enough money and he kills you!”

“He’s not going to fucking kill me!” he explodes and that crazed look from earlier is back. “And even if he does, why the fuck do you care? i’m not your Goddamn friend, kid.”

“But we could be and we can’t if you’re dead!” your eyes do water this time, and it seems to set something off in him because his eyes shut and he takes a deep breathe.

“Go home.” He says for the third time, turning around to retrieve his bike, you go to follow after him but he calls over his shoulder. “if you follow me you’re gonna fucking regret it.”

“Fine .” you sniffle sadly, “but if the cops come looking for your body, i’m not even going to tell them where you are!” and with that your turn around bolt back into the trees.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron prompt #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe fic

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dazedvivenne · 2 months

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Can u write about smut w rafe/drew where reader is jealous of him spending too much time w a different girl/boy ?

RAFE CAMERON - EROTIC MOUTH

Short summary; You go to Barry’s house since Rafe hasn’t talked to you for days.

Trigger warnings: Throat fucking, face fucking, DUB-CON, degrading words, Barry watches, DARK! RAFE CAMERON.

A couple days has passed since you had last seen Rafe, you knew he was spending a lot of time at his dealers house. You didn’t know why though, which raised suspicions that he could be cheating on you.

Rafe usually spent his days with you, at least one hour a day. A couple days without Rafe felt strange and lonely, like a weight you needed was lifted off your shoulders.

You decided you would show up at Barry’s house without a warning, hoping to catch him in the act, but at the same time hoping to catch nothing at all.

You got onto your bike and started peddling to Barry’s house, you knew where it was cause Rafe brought you there once. Just to show you off to Barry.

Rafe’s truck was parked on Barry’s driveway. You peddled through the grass of Barry’s front lawn, a couple of chairs on the lawn. The grass was overall, you hoped off of the bike. Letting it fall to the ground as you creepily walked onto the porch of the house, tiptoeing your way to the front door.

You stood in front of the door, grabbing onto the doorknob, not prepared to see anything.

You took a deep breath before swinging the door open and stepping in the house, you saw Rafe sitting on the couch smoking. Barry was sat on his recliner.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Rafe immediately stood up, approaching you and grabbing your wrist to look you in the eyes. “You think you can just barge into my friends house?” Rafe asked angrily.

Your eyes watered, “Rafe I wanted to see you.” You admitted, pulling your wrist away from Rafe’s deadly grip.

Rafe rolled his eyes, “You could have called or texted, not just walk into this fucking house. You’re lucky Barry didn’t shoot your ass. Apologize.” Rafe demanded aggressively, clearly he was mad at you for this.

You look at Barry, “I’m sorry for walking into your house without knocking or announcing.” You spoke softly, keeping your cool.

Barry chuckled, his gold tooth shining into your eyes. “It’s alright princess.” Barry smiled, picking up his beer and taking a sip of it. The nickname he called you made Rafe’s blood boil.

Rafe towered over you, his eyes piercing through your body. “You know-“ Rafe hummed for a moment. “I think you should get on your knees.” Rafe offered with a smirk, not caring that Barry was right there.

You glance at Barry then back at Rafe, “Right now? Here?” You stumbled on your words, you didn’t want to give Rafe a blowjob in front of Barry.

Rafe nodded his head, leaning closer down to your ear. “Get on your fucking knees.” Rafe whispered in your ear, his voice husky and deep.

You obliged, dropping down into your knees. Rafe pushed some of your hair out of your face, your hands unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles.

Barry’s eyebrows raised, he wasn’t expecting Rafe to do this in front of him. But he didn’t mind. Barry leaned back in his chair, watching as you pulled Rafe’s underwear down to Rafe’s mid thigh.

Rafe’s left hand bundled all of your hair into a fist of his. You slowly put Rafe’s tip into your mouth, sucking on the tip, swiping your tongue over his slit. A low groan coming out of Rafe’s mouth.

Your hands stroked Rafe’s shaft, you thought you were going at a good pace until Rafe’s grip on your hair pulled you away from him.

“Sit still, alright?” Rafe requested, knowing it wasn’t a request and more of a demand you stayed still on your knees.

Rafe slaps his cock onto your cheek, Barry chuckles a bit as Rafe does this. You felt slightly humiliated, being used in front of an almost stranger.

Rafe rubbed his tip onto your lips, “Open.” Rafe commanded, his hand gently cupping your jaw, your mouth was now fully open. Rafe slid his cock into your wet mouth.

Rafe’s hips started bucking into your mouth, his hands started to grip onto the back of your head, he was fucking your face roughly.

Your hands grabbed onto his thighs, trying to push him away from you so you could at least get some air. Rafe’s hands pushed your head even further into his pelvis, your nose against his happy trail.

You breathed rapidly through your nose but it felt impossible when Rafe’s stomach was against it. You started to gag a bit on Rafe, it made him moan. Feeling the vibration of your throat onto his dick.

“You’re such a slut on letting me fuck your face in front of Barry.” Rafe grumbled, his hips bucking into your face at an even faster pace.

Barry licked his lips, enjoying the view of tears running down your face as you choked on Rafe’s dick. Barry’s hand went down to his clothed cock, his hand rubbing it for some friction to get rid of his boner.

You felt your throat burning as Rafe’s cock slammed into it, hot tears pouring down your face as gag and gasps for air escaped your mouth.

Your fingernails started to dig into the flesh of Rafe’s thighs, Rafe continued to do this, enjoying the view of you on your knees. Rafe hoped this would prove you were his little bitch to Barry.

Finally Rafe’s hips stopped bucking into your throat, his cock resting in your mouth as he came into your mouth.

You felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth then squirt of liquid hit the back of your throat, after a few moments of Rafe grunting, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, a string of salvia leaving your mouth.

“Swallow it.” Rafe grunted, watching as your swallowed all of Rafe’s cum. “Good girl.”

You panted heavily, Rafe’s hands went under your arm pit and picked you up. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Rafe asked with a smirk.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as he wiped away your tears.

“Bye, Barry.” Rafe said smugly, walking out of Barry’s house with the slam of the door.

#rafe cameron angst #smut #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #dark rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you

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dazedvivenne · 2 months

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Hi luv, i hope you're doin well. Kindly write a oneshot story of roman godfrey and/or the Marquis Vincent de Gramont? Surprise me about the ploooot, pls. Thank uuu!

I don’t do suprises, if you request something and your saying

“Surprise me”

“Can you write smut with Rafe Cameron”

And you’re not specific, chances are I won’t write anything for you lmao.

Anyways REQUEST ARE OPEN.

#smut #ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #kai anderson #evan peters #rafe cameron #kit walker #roman godfrey

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dazedvivenne · 2 months

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Okay I got this one from the ice breaker book but could you write something of Drew Starkey and reader where Drew gets home after a long day and strips reader and then walking over to the bed and lying down and when reader asks what he is doing he says something like “I’m waiting for you to come over and sit on my face. What does it look like I’m doing?” AHHHH THANK YOUUU!!!!

DREW STARKEY - PLEASURABLE TASTE

Short summary: Drew gets home and wants you ontop of him.

Trigger warning: cussing, mentions of cum, lots of oral, typical smut.

Drew walked into the apartment tired from running around all day while acting, it always got him very exhausted at the end of the day.

Drew unties his shoes and kicks them off, tossing his jacket on the coat rack. Walking into the living room of the house, you were sat on the couch watching a random movie with Justin Long casted in it.

Drew walked straight to the bedroom you both owned, leaving the door open on purpose. Slipping out of his grey joggers, pulling his shirt off of his body. Jumping onto his bed with a sigh.

You curiously walked into the bedroom, wondering why Drew didn’t greet you with a kiss and a hug as he usually does. You cross your arms over your chest, leaning on the door frame.

Rafe was laying on his back in the middle of his bed with a hard-on. He was fantasying about you all day, the curves of your body left a dent in his mind, wanting your perfect body on top of his. He felt hungry for you.

“Honey what’s wrong?” You asked with care, getting closer to the bed, Drew sits up, smirking at you.

Drew pulls your waist close to him, ripping your shirt over your head, pulling your pyjama bottoms down, leaving you not your lacy underwear. Drew’s fingers wrapped around the waist band of your underwear, slowly pulling them down.

You kicked them off, once you were fully nude Drew just laid back down. This left you feeling even more confused. “What’s your problem?” You ask softly, your nude body having the cold air hitting it, your nipples getting hard.

“My problem is you’re not sitting on my face.” Drew groans, “What else would my problem be?” Drew asked with a hushed tone.

You crawled on top of Drew, sitting on his chest. Looking down at him with a smile, “I said my fucking face baby.” Drew’s husky voice turning you on.

You slowly got closer to his face, shying a bit out. You and Drew had never done this before so you didn’t want to push any limits or suffocate Drew of anything.

Drew’s muscular arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you on top of his face. His arms pulling you down so you were sat on top of him.

You felt Drew’s nose against your buzzing clit, Drew’s arms tightened around you as he started to eat you out like a mad man. A loud moan echoing out of your mouth.

“I love you.” Drew mumbled into your heat, his tongue licking your hole as his nose rubbed your clit. Drew’s hands travelled up to your breast, massaging them while always toying with your nipples.

“I love you too.” You whimpered, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realized you were being to loud. You back arched.

Drew’s hand left your breast and suddenly gripped at your wrist, pulling it away from your face. “Let me hear all your pretty moans.” Drew demanded, his hand letting go of your wrist and grabbing onto your hip.

You nodded your head, more moans and whimpers escaping your mouth. You felt your hips start to buck into Drew’s face as you felt your climax build up, “M’close.” Your voice was mumbled now, focusing on reaching the height of your climax.

Drew’s nose rubs your fast but his tongue stays at the same pace. Licking all of your juices up, his hand gently slapping your ass.

You moan loudly, feeling the butterflies in your stomach go loose, riding Drew’s face as you came all over his mouth. “Fuck.” You shouted, your chest heaving.

Once your high was over you got off of Drew, your hair slightly messy now. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t apologize, I fucking loved that.” Drew chuckled, licking his lips for the last taste of your juices. Drew’s hand running down to his hard-on, rubbing himself through his boxers.

You giggle a bit, crawling in front of Drew, slowly pulling his boxers down. His member springs out of the thin fabric underwear, you saw the glossy tip, knowing that was pre-cum.

“Fuck-“ a groan escapes Drew’s mouth, “You don’t have to do this honey.” Drew grumbled, watching as you grabbed onto his member and pumped it into your mouth.

Licking his pink tip, tugging the skin down then letting it fall back up only for you to tug it down again. Sucking on Drew’s tip.

Drew’s hand goes to your head, running his fingers through your hair, forcing your head a bit further down. “I’m close.” Drew groans, his hand pulling and pushing on your head.

Your mouth bouncing up and down on Drew’s dick, feeling his penis twitch in your mouth then you felt shots hit the back of your throat, you stroked it a little slower so Drew could ride out of his high.

You sucked all of his cum into your mouth, you took his penis out of your mouth with a pop. You smile at Drew. “Now we’re even.”

#drew starkey smut #drew starkey #rafe cameron #drew starkey x reader

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dazedvivenne · 2 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you would right a henry bowers fanfic?:0

I love the Richie toziers older sister vibe or cousin, with the Y/N being maybe feminine but strong? Like she could see the bullying and step in?

HENRY BOWERS - DREADFUL

Short summary: Henry is bullying your younger brother and you decide to step in.

Trigger warnings: bullying, cussing, mentions of burning human skin, a knife.

“Shut the fuck up.” Henry spat at Richie, ripping Richie’s glasses off of his face and tossing them on the ground. Patrick Hockstetter immediately stomped on them, breaking them in half and shattering the lens.

Richie felt his eyes go blurry, he knew he was going to get on trouble again if another pair of glasses went “missing” for the millionth time.

It was only Patrick and Henry picking in Richie, why? Cause Richie didn’t pass Henry the basketball in physical education class, Henry wasn’t even on the same team as Richie.

Richies back was pushed into a small tree as Henry held both sides of Richie’s face, gripping his cheeks as he waited for Patrick to pull out his lighter. “Hurry the fuck up!” Henry shouted at Patrick, Henry couldn’t get in trouble from his father again, it always hurt a little to much.

Patrick tossed the lighter at Henry, Henry caught it. Smirking at Richie, “Faggot.” Henry mumble, getting the lighter light and holding it against Richie’s fore arm.

A loud screech escaped Richie’s mouth, feeling his skin melt away. His heart was pounding in his chest, he was terrified Henry would go to far. Something Richie always dreaded, the consequences would come out of aggression, not a simple conversation.

Patrick stood beside Richie, holding his arm so Richie wouldn’t squirm to much. Patrick enjoyed watching the pale skin turn into bubbles, the smell of burning filling up his nostrils.

Patrick chuckled, staying silent as Henry started to ramble on about how Richie should do as he says or things would get way worse.

Finally Henry pulls the lighter away from Richie’s skin, since there was no more fluid in the lighter. Henry placed his palm over the second degree burn.

Richie let out a loud scream, tears how pouring down his cheeks that were no longer being held by Henry.

“Get the fuck away from him!” The three boys suddenly heard, each of their hearts raced at a different pace, hearing such a feminine voice use foul language.

Henry let go of Richie, Patrick held onto Richie to make sure he didn’t run away like a coward.

Henry faced you, his face scrunched up in disgust. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” Henry asked, slowly approaching you, starting to smirk as he got closer to your smaller frame.

You scoff, “Are there any other retards around- oh Patrick’s right there.” You spoke with a slight edge of aggression, no fear heard in your voice though you felt terrified of what Henry could do to you.

Henry grabs onto your wrist, “Why don’t you join your sissy brother?” Henry chuckled deeply, finding humour in such a tense situation.

You quickly pulled out your pocket knife from your back pocket, “Let go of me.” You demanded, pointing the blade into the flesh of Henry’s hand. Feeling a sensation of power.

Henry looked at you with weary eyes before letting go of your wrist, “You lucky you have that pocket knife, I would have fuckin’ lit your hair on fire otherwise.” Henry grumbled, walking away from you.

You watched as Patrick and Henry walked away from you and your brother, “I won’t forget this!” Henry shouted at you.

You ran over to your younger bother, wrapping your arms around his cautiously, being sure to not make his pain further more unbearable. Richie’s arms wrap around your back, his head burying into your chest.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper to Richie, knowing he already feels totally humiliated.

#henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #richie tozier #bullying #it movie #it 2017

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dazedvivenne · 3 months

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Heyy, can you please write reader begging rafe cameron for just the tip when reader is ran out of condoms and is not on birth control? plss 🙏🏼

RAFE CAMERON - FEELINGS THAT WILL NOT GO WITHOUT BEING RECIPROCATED

warnings: Smut, stepbro!Rafe, stepcest, p in v, female receiving, no protection.

Rafe had a lot on his mind, money, his addiction, one of the other things on his mind was you. His newly introduced step-sister.

You were sweet, beautiful, submissive, and most importantly sexy. Some of the things you did without thinking about it shocked Drew, like when you forgot to wear a bra in a white dress. He could see your nipples through your shirt but he didn't say anything.

A lot of the simple things you did turned Rafe on, when you tie your long hair up, when you move your hair out of your face when laughing, biting your lip out of habit, when you passionately talk about something you love.

It all made Rafe want to rock your world, he didn't want to call it a quick fuck, that's no fun. Plus you were way too hot to only fuck once. So he would have to take your pleasure into consideration.

It was all a peaceful evening for Rafe until you came downstairs in your pyjamas, it was a Brandy Melville two piece. The shorts were to short and showed off half of your ass, and the long sleeve shirt was nearly see through. Of course you wouldn't be wearing a bra.

Rafe was with his two friends, Topper and Kelce. It annoyed him whenever they spoke about how attractive you were, Rafe would think it but never say it out loud.

You skipped down the stairs, your breast bouncing with each skip. The shorts riding up your thighs, "Ward told me to watch the movie with you." You exclaimed.

Toppers jaw hung low, taking in all of your beauty. Topper wouldn't mind leaving Sarah for you, you were a different type of beauty.

Rafe rolled his eyes, "Whatever." Rafe grumbled, acting annoyed but secretly loving the situation you're getting yourself into. Watching as you walked over to the couch and plopped down beside Rafe.

Kelce licked his lips at the sight of you, "Want a blanket? It's gonna get cold." Kelce offered, his hand out with a fluffy blanket.

You nodded your head and took the blanket from Kelce, "Thank you." You smiled at Kelce, snuggling into the blankets warmth.

You were sat in the middle of Rafe and Topper, both of the boys were distracted by your presence. How could someone be so unbearable perfect.

The lust in the air was getting unbearable for Rafe, "I'm gonna put on The Godfather." Rafe spoke up, using the television remote to turn on the iconic movie.

You nodded your head, scooting closer to Rafe and resting your head on his shoulder. You rested your head on your biological brother all of the time so it didn't seem strange to you.

Rafe attempted to focus on the movie, but that was hard to do when he could see right down your shirt. He tried acting casual about wrapping his arm around the back of the couch.

Hours after the movie had finally ended, Topper and Kelce feeling tired. “I think I’m gonna go home, you two take care.” Topper said respectfully, getting off the couch and leaving the house by the front door.

Rafe stared at Kelce, waiting for him to leave. “Ain’t it passed your bedtime?” Rafe joked towards Kelce. Knowing his parents are particularly strict.

Kelce chuckled and shook his head, “Your right… I’m gonna go now.” Kelce stood up, “Bye Rafe… (Y/N).” Kelce mumbled as he walked out of the big houses front doors.

Rafe looked down at you, “You tired yet?” Rafe grunted, glancing at your lips which you noticed but decided to ignore.

You shrugged your shoulders, sitting up and stretching, arching your back with your arms in the air. Only if you knew how intoxicating this was for Rafe.

Rafe watched carefully as you did this, “I…” Rafe was go hypnotized by the curve in your back as you arched it, he wondered if he could make your back arch as he made you feel good.

When you were done stretching you turned to your Rafe, “I think it’s best if we both get some rest.” You suggested, acting as if you hadn’t felt a strange feeling for Rafe currently. You wanted to deny those feelings as much as possible, but they kept growing.

Rafe nodded his head, biting his lip, “Or…” Rafe was feeling brave in this moment. Placing his hand on your lower back, “We could fuck.” Rafe said bluntly.

You gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth and giggling. “You’re kidding… right?” Your giggles stopped when you saw a serious expression on Rafe’s face.

“Don’t you feel something between us?” Rafe wondered, rubbing your back cautiously. The both of you knew how wrong this was, this is why no one ever made a move until now.

You scrunched up your nose while thinking, acting as if you’ve never thought about this before. “But you’re my brother in law…”

Rafe chuckled deeply, shaking his head and rubbing his jaw. “That’s nothing. Just cause are parents are married doesn’t mean we can’t fool around.” Rafe proposed, only if he knew how ridiculous he sounded right now.

“Actually that’s exactly why this is wrong.” You argued, propping yourself closer to Rafe. “But there something about you i need.” You whispered in Rafe ear, sultry and sweet was the way you spoke.

“Fuck…” Rafe grunted, not expecting you to reciprocate his proposal. Watching as you crawled over onto his lap, kissing down his neck.

This is all very unexpected for Rafe, this only ever happened in his head. Never before had he ever expected you to do this to him. Especially because you were the one doing all of the moves he wanted to do on you.

Rafe gently grabbed your throat, pushing you away from his lovesick neck. “I wanted to guide this.” You muttered, “You seem inexperienced.” You added.

This aggravated Rafe a little bit, “Shut up, I got this.” Rafe blurted, his dominant side coming out. How did you think Rafe Cameron was inexperienced? He was known for being a slut.

You smiled excitedly, liking that you got to be submissive instead of being in charge, cause truthfully you didn’t know what you were even doing.

Rafe lightly pushed you onto your back, while holding onto your throat, “I’ve got a burning desire for you (Y/N.)” Rafe husked, letting his fantasies unwind, he could do anything he wanted with you.

You were shocked with the way Rafe used his words, “You make me feel like I’m on a buzz.” You admit, blushing slightly.

Rafe smiled, biting his lip and bringing his hand to the waist band of your shorts. Gently tugging them down, you weren’t wearing panties. Who could have predicted that.

Rafe smirked, kissing your inner thigh as you kicked off the thin material you called shorts. Rafe placed both of his hands on either side of you hips, holding you down onto the couch.

Kissing up to your flower, when he got to it he started licking your wet folds like a mad man. Forget his cocaine addiction, this was way more addictive.

Tasting every inch of your pussy, little whimpers escaping your mouth. Trying to be as quiet as possible since you didn’t want to get caught by either of your parents.

Rafe sucked on your clit, rubbing his face in between your thighs, “Taste so good.” Rafe relished, feeling his shorts tighten around his member, ignoring it since he was so focused on the sweet taste of you.

Rafe gave you one final lick before pulling away from your heat, sitting up in front of your spread legs. Pulling his shorts down to his mid-thighs, eager to feel the insides of you.

You bite your lip as Rafe lined himself up with you, stroking himself to the sight of you. Pure bliss in this moment for the two of you.

“Are you on the pill?” Rafe asked, his voice husky and low. Still stroking himself, he didn’t have a conform with him. It’s not like he was expecting this to happen.

You shook your head, “It’s fine. Just please.” You moaned, bringing your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in circles and your other hand groped your breast. “Please fuck me, Rafe.” You whined out.

Rafe shook his head, “I can’t risk getting you pregnant, you’re still my step-sister after all.” Rafe reminded you, feeling his heart beat a bit faster as you pleasured yourself since Rafe wasn’t.

You rolled your eyes, “Please… at least just the tip.” You begged, biting your lip while looking into Rafe’s eyes. Ecstasy’s in each other’s eyes, getting high off of each others pleasuring eyes.

Rafe smiled, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all of the whimpering.” Rafe teased, chuckling a bit to himself. He knows exactly what you want.

“Fuck me hard, please.” You ask nicely, hoping Rafe will do as you asked. Watching as he lets go of his dick and spreads your legs a bit more.

Rafe slowly lined himself up with you, tapping the tip of his penis on your hole. Teasing you after all of the begging, “Hmmm,” Rafe hummed in pleasure.

You impatiently put the tip inside you with your hand, Rafe grabbed your wrist and slammed them into the couches cushion. “Don’t fucking act like a slut.” Rafe whisper shouted in your face.

You nodded your head submissively. Unexpectedly Rafe forced himself inside your hole aggressively, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Rafe slapped his hand on your mouth as the other one held onto your waist.

Rafe slowly bucked his hips into yours, feeling his penis slam into your walls. A delight for the both of you.

As the two of you fucked roughly on the couch, a storm started to form in the skies. It would be noticeable if either of you broke eyes contact.

Rafe grinding into you, your mumbled moan and whimpers into Rafe’s hand. “Good girl, keep quiet for me.” Rafe rasped, his strong hand leaving a red mark on your waist.

You felt like you were on your honeymoon in the middle of a beach, fucking for the first time. But in reality you were on a couch in your step-father’s house, for the second time in your life.

Rafe threw his head back, grunting as his hips snapped into yours. Sweat starting to form on the boys body, his hair now shining in the pale moonlight.

“I’m close.” Rafe warned you, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder, slamming into your cervix now. A whole new feeling taking over your body, pain and pleasure.

You moaned out loud, not caring if either of you ever got caught. This was the most divine moment of your life.

You felt Rafe’s cock twitch inside of you, coating your walls with his thick cum as you nearly screamed with orgasming.

Rubbing your clit as your thighs began to shake. Rafe still softly jumping you, riding down from his high. The feeling eventually died down for you as well.

Rafe pulled out of you, his cum slowly dripping out of your vagina, a beautiful sight to see for Rafe. His mind taking a photo of this blissful moment with you.

Rafe lent over and kissed your forehead, “I’ll buy some plan-B tomorrow.” Rafe mumbled into your forehead.

Getting up to go get a towel to clean the both of you.

#rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #drew starkey smut #drew starkey

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dazedvivenne · 3 months

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Can we get an angsty to fluffy Drew Starkey x reader?❤️❤️

DREW STARKEY - DELICATE

(This is very short cause I don’t know what to do.)

Drew stormed over you angrily, “Are you seriously mad about me having a friend?” Drew shouted at you.

You rolled your eyes, “She clearly likes you more than that!” You shouted back, angry that Drew couldn’t see the obvious signs of his girl best friend having a crush on him.

Drew shook his head, standing right in front of you, chest to chest. “So what… you don’t think I’m loyal, huh? Is that the problem?” Drew grit through his teeth, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

You broke the eye contact, “You spend more time with her than you do me…” you muttered sadly, tears welling up in your eyes.

Drew sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s just… she’s kinda… she never leaves me alone.” Drew admitted, smiling at you. “You know id do anything for you?” Drew smirked, his hands making way to your neck, gently cupping your jaw.

You blushed a bit, no matter how long you were with drew, he always can make you blush like a teenage girl. “I guess.” You shrugged.

Drew smiled, leaning down to kiss your lips. “I love you.” Drew mumbled before kissing your lips softly. His hands moving to your back, pulling you closer to his delicate touch.

Drew hugged you as he kissed you passionately, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. His hands rubbing your back.

Drew pulled away after a little bit, “I’ll make us dinner, alright?” Drew offered, it wasn’t really an offer, if you said no he would do it anyways.

You nodded your head, your eyes watching as Drew walked off to the kitchen, you smiled and for a moment you felt truly happy, happier than ever.

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Thinking about Kevin walking around the hospital while his sister's eye injury is getting taken care of, Then finding you in one of the rooms all alone, vulnerable and completely high off pain killers after some particularly bad pre-period cramps. He chats with you, Convincing you he's a nurse who needs to make sure you're ok down there so he can feel you up and have his way.

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN - TAKEN CARE OF

WARNINGS: Oral, fingering, DUB-CON, blood fetish (the blood being period blood), gullible, unknowing!reader.

Kevin had been waiting in the hospital waiting room for hours now, sitting beside his worried father and distraught mother. He was relaxed but bored.

He was there due to something Cecelia had done, she got the some sort of chemicals in her eyes. Kevin heard her screams and called the ambulance for Cecelia, he wasn’t expecting to spend the rest of his night in the hospital.

Kevin looked at his parents for a moment, “I’m going to go for a walk.” Kevin announced, examining his father’s facial expression, he looked shocked that Kevin was going for a walk.

“Alright, Bud. Just don’t take to long.” Kevin’s father asked politely. Rubbing his forehead, stressed with the situation Cecelia had gotten into.

Kevin nodded his head and stood up from the uncomfortable chair, resting his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked off, he didn’t know where he was going but he wanted to do something fun.

Kevin was walking past all of the closed curtains that contained patient in them. Trying to peak in them to see something interesting, of course nothing there was interesting.

Kevin sighed, walking over to the vending machine and slipping a five dollar bill in it. Selecting what he wanted, then he grabbed the bag of Cheetos from the bottom of the vending machine.

Kevin leaned against the wall, his head resting back as he opened the bag of Cheetos, slowly eating the cheese puffs.

With disinterest, he threw the bag on the ground. Kicking the bag away from him to hide the evidence. Kevin chuckled, he saw a glimpse of a patient behind a curtain.

It was a girl, no older than him. He could only see the side of her face, she looked like a doll. Kevin thought for a moment, until he came up with a plan.

Kevin grabbed a discarded doctor jacket, he took off his jacket and put it on top of the vending machine. Then he slide his arms into the doctor jacket, luckily he was wearing a white shirt so it looked somewhat unprofessional. The only thing that was unprofessional was his black jeans.

Kevin shrugged, straightening the jacket out. Walking past the front desk and picking up a pair of latex gloves, sliding them on. When the receptionist turned around for a moment he grabbed a clipboard with a pen on it.

He quickly walked away with the necessity’s of a doctor. He cleared his throat before walking past the curtains. He smiled at you, “Hello, I’m Mr. Khatchadourian. I’ll be your doctor today.” Kevin spoke with wisdom.

Kevin watched as your face turned confused, eyeing his body. When he realized you were going to speak he spoke up again, “Remind me why your here.” Kevin demanded softly.

You were in a lot of pain, “I have really bad period cramps. The nurse already gave me some painkillers.” You informed Kevin, holding onto your stomach.

Kevin nodded his head, writing it down on the clipboard. “Are the painkillers working?” Kevin asked, he was really getting into the role of being a doctor now.

You shook your head violently, “No. I’m really worried it’s not just period cramps. Like maybe…” you thought for a moment. “Maybe my appendix burst?” You mumbled.

Kevin let out a little laugh, “I doubt that’s the case.” Kevin acknowledged. Writing some random words on his clipboard.

Kevin thought for a moment. “I’m going to do and an examination. I’ll get the supplies and you sit tight.” Kevin tells you, putting the clipboard down.

You nodded your head, you found the doctor slightly unsettling. He had a dark aura to him, you didn’t like it. But he was really hot.

Kevin left the curtains, hoping to find some supplies to make him look professional. Kevin walked into the storage cabinet, it was mainly just dresses for the patients. Kevin grabbed one for you, as well as a couple of towels, and fresh gloves.

Kevin gently shut the door and walked back over to the curtains you were in. “I need you to put this on, please keep your underwear off.” Kevin commanded.

Holding his hand out with the dress, you took it and Kevin left the room for a moment. Without peaking through the curtains cause he was going to see whatever he wanted in a moment, it was all about patience.

“It’s on.” Kevin heard you speak softly. Kevin walked into the room, you were standing in the dress, of course it didn’t flatter you at all. But that wasn’t important right now.

Kevin placed one of the towels on the bed, “Please lay down on the towel, make sure to have your pelvic area on it.” Kevin knew this would definitely get messy.

Kevin watched as you got onto the bed and laid back, having your bottom on top of the towel.

Kevin approached you, “I hope you feel comfortable with me doing this.” Kevin stated, grabbing the doctor chair, putting the right in front of where you were laying down.

“Do what you have to do, Mr Khatchadourian.” You responded, laying down in discomfort.

Kevin slowly lifting the dress over your knees, exposing your self to him. “Knees in the air, Hun.” Demanded, lighting tapping your knee.

You did as you were told, staring up at the ceiling. You could have swore the nurse had wrote you off as free to go. Maybe something showed up on the blood test she did on you.

Kevin spread your legs, you were fully exposed to him now. Kevin’s mouth slightly parted, seeing your folds covered in blood. For some strange reason Kevin found blood extremely arousing.

Kevin licked his lips, bringing his gloved hand to your pelvic area. “Stay still.” Kevin commented.

His thumb resting on your clit, you let out a slight whine. His other hand spreading your labia apart, getting a better view at where the blood was coming from.

Kevin slowly put his index finger inside of your vagina, “How does that feel?” Kevin asked, his voice deep and husky.

You shrugged, “Feels kind of good.” You muttered embarrassedly. A loud gaps left your mouth as Kevin slid another two fingers into your tight hole.

Kevin slowly started to rub your clit into circles, his fingers moving in and out of you. His eyes caught you clutching onto the bedsheets. Throwing your head back.

Kevin licked his lips, feeling a tightness in his jeans. He took his thumb off your clit and placed it over his hard-on. Rubbing it through the thick jean material.

Kevin leaned into your vagina, his breath against your clit. You squirmed a bit, caught off guard when Kevin started to lick your clit. Licking your pussy clean of its fresh blood.

“Feels good, huh?” Kevin grumbled into your clit. His fingers now curling inside of you, still pumping in and out of you. As his mouth sucked on your clit.

When moans started escaping your mouth, Kevin knew you were close to climax. Kevin gave your clit one last kiss, then he moved away from your pussy, taking his fingers out of your vagina.

“How do you feel now?” Kevin asked with a smirked, blood covering all around his mouth. Kevin grabbed a cloth and wiped his mouth.

“It feels better.” You admitted, strangely enough your period cramps were now gone. But now there was a pleasuring sensation all bellow your legs.

Kevin nodded his head, tossing the cloth at you then walking out of the curtains. Feeling satisfied, still having a boner popping out of his jeans.

#ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #smut #we need to talk about kevin

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dazedvivenne · 3 months

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I forgot to add hashtags.

Hi! Please can I request an angst fic for Kit Walker being inside Briarcliff? Thank you

SORRY - KIT WALKER

Short summary: Kit has recently been commissioned to Briarcliff and you go to visit him, which goes wrong quickly.

Warnings: Choking, aggressive behaviour, mentions of murdering.

It had been weeks since you saw your fiancé, Kit Walker. He recently committed to Briarcliff after being accused of murdering his female friend and two other unnamed women.

Of course it scared you, you knew Kit could never do something like that but prior to leaving to Briarcliff he was getting more aggressive towards you.

You shrugged it off, assuming his workplace was a very dangerous and stressful place to work at. Excusing Kit’s behaviour because you loved him and never wanted him to leave you.

Weeks after the incident, you are finally able to visit Kit. Which even just thinking about it made you blush, you decided to wear something beautiful for Kit. A expense Betsy Jersy dress, it had a white collar over a red dress white white buttons on the front.

It flattered your body quite nicely. You brushed your hair and made it look big and fluffy. A little bit of makeup wouldn’t hurt, so you put it on. A typical blue eye shadow, eye liner, red lipstick, and some mascara.

Once you felt completely with your look, you put on your white church shoes and left your house, getting in your fiancé car. Driving off to Briarcliff which was a somewhat long drive.

You let your hand rest out of the rolled down window, the other hand resting on the wheel, turning the wheel whenever necessary. You foot gently pressed on the gas.

The drive there was very peaceful, but once you arrived at Briarcliff you felt this strange feeling wash over you.

You closed the car door and walked to the front doors of the building, only to be greeted by two male security guards.

“I’m here to visit my fiancé, Kit Walker.” You informed the security guards, “I spoke with Sister Jude Martin, she said I could visit during visiting hours today.” You added onto your statement.

The two security guards let you inside the building, the heavy doors slamming behind you. Which made you yelp.

You walked over to the front desk, straightening out your dress. “Where is the visitor area?” You asked politely, “I’m here to visit Kit Walker.” You said happily, not caring if the front desk lady would judge you for seeing “The Bloody Face” killer.

“His room his number 89. If he’s not there please come back to the front desk.” The lady spoke kindly, a fake smile plastered all over her face.

You nodded your head with a smile, walking past the front desk and going over to the stairs, there were so many stairs. You started walking up then until you saw the 80s numbers.

You go onto that floor, walking on the hard floor. Once you found Kit’s room, you knocked on the door with a big smile on your face.

Minutes later the door swung open, seeing Kit wearing a light blue button up, royal blue pants. His face had a couple of scratches. He still looked handsome as ever.

You watched as Kit’s face turned bright as he recognized who it was. His smile was so big his eyes shut, he left his arms open and you jumped into them.

Your legs wrapped around his torso, your arms wrapped around his neck and Kit squeezed your back out of joy.

You pulled away and kissed all over his face, his face now stained with red lipstick kisses. “I’ve missed you so much, Kit.” You whispered sadly, your hands on his shoulders as he closed his door and sat you on his bed.

Kit smiled, “I missed you more, It sucks in here.” Kit mumbled the last part, standing in front of you. Kit cupped your cheek and bent over to kiss your lips, a sloppy but passionate kiss was shared between the two of you.

You pushed Kit away gently, looking into his eyes with pure lust. You wanted so much more than just a sloppy kiss, you needed Kit inside you.

Kit sat down beside you, “I…” Kit cleared his throat, catching your attention.“I have a question… Do you think I did the killings?” Kit asked seriously, staring deeply into your eyes.

You swallowed a loud bit of air, nervously you shake your head after a couple of seconds. “No, honey. I know you could never do something like that.” You answered hesitantly.

Kit felt his eyes water, “You think I did it?” Kit asked in disbelief, his mouth slightly parted.

“No! No. That’s not what I said.” You argued, watching as Kit stood up stressfully running his hands through his hair.

Kit shook his head, “You had to think about it.” Kit mumbled, looking down at you. “I would have never thought for a second that you ever do something like murdering… but you… you believe it?” Kit barked, his sadness turning into anger.

You stood up, gently touching Kit’s back. Attempting to calm him down by rubbing it, but he just pushed your hand away. “Kit…” You spoke softly, jutting your bottom lip out.

Kit ignored you, he was angry. You seriously thought Kit could do something do heinous and sickening. “No!” Kit shouted at you, “You seriously think I could do something like that?” Kits gaze darkened.

His hands making way to your throat, softly squeezing it. “You think I could do something like this?” Kit squeezed a bit harder, grunting angrily.

Your eyes watered up, trying to breathe air but Kit aaa blocking your air way. “Kit! Stop.” You cried out, trying to push away his threatening hands.

Kit let go of your throat, slowly, not realizing what he just did. Until he saw the bruises forming on your throat. Tears started streaming down his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Kit cried.

You held onto your throat, you were scared of Kit how. He had never put his hands on you, no matter how angry he was. Now just tried killing you, it terrified you how quickly someone could change.

You ran out of Kit’s room, running down the flight of stairs. Kit following behind you, calling out your name.

It didn’t matter how sorry he was, cause it could happen again. Maybe it is just best if you left him alone for a while.

You left the building through the front doors, Kit chased after you concerned, when he tried to run out of the building he was tackled by the two body guards.

You ran to your car and got in it, watching as the guards held Kit onto the ground, Kit’s eyes watching as the car drove off.

#kit walker #evan peters #light angst

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Request: Love your writing <3 Could you make a Dom Kai Anderson x Sub Reader one where he spanks her and has dacryphilia and a breeding kink? Maybe they have a fight before and this is how she makes it up to him 💗

SLUT - KAI ANDERSON

Short summary: Kai and you got in an argument, which ends up with you being punished.

Warnings: spanking, swearing, daddy kink, aggressive behaviour, abuse.

(very short)

You and Kai never got along the best, but you still loved each other which was confusing.

Kai had recently got angry at you for not scrubbing the dishes properly, if left scratches on the dish. His favourite dishes.

Kit was now being an asshole to you, completely immature of him. Shouting “Slut” or “Whore” whenever you walked past him, of course you couldn’t say anything unless you wanted to get hit.

Kai got home a couple of hours ago, he was sitting on the couch doing something on his laptop. You walked past him, grabbing a book off of the book shelf.

“Whore!” Kai yelled at you, when you turned to look at him, he acted like he was too distracted by his laptop.

You shook your head at Kai, “Grow up.” You mumbled, turning back to the bookshelf, grabbing a Stephen King book. It was thick.

“What did you say?” Kai asked, his voice sounding deep and dark. He slowly shut his laptop and stood up from the couch, approaching you angrily.

You turned around to look Kai in the eyes, “Forget it.” You muttered, Kai grabbed the book out of your hands and tossed it across the room. Looking down at you with his dark eyes.

“Speak up, Slut.” Kai demands, grabbing your wrist and squeezing it. Hoping to hurt you until you would speak up.

Once the pain was unbearable you said, “I said grow up!” You shouted in pain. Wincing when Kai raised his other hand, he grabbed a hold of hair, tugging onto it.

“You know I don’t like it when you talk back to me… you know the consequences, Princess.” Kai chuckled deeply, sitting down on the couch with his hand still on your arm, yanking you over his lap.

When you were bent over Kai’s lap he let go of your arm, softly rubbing your clothed bottom. “Don’t talk back to Daddy ever again.” Kai asserted dominance, using the nickname Daddy for himself.

Both of his hands on the pants elastic band, aggressively pulling them down to your knees. Your ass presented for Kai’s view.

His large hand harshly slaps your butt, “Say you’re sorry.” Kai shouts at you, his hand slapping your butt again.

“Sorry!” You cried out, the stinging of your butt being unbearable. There was now red handprints on your butt.

Kai smirked when he heard your soft cries, “Good girl.” Kai husked, pushing you off of his knee. Unbuckling his pants, “Now get on your knees and make it up to me.”

#kai anderson #evan peters #smut #spank my ass #kai anderson smut #american horror story

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