୨ ୧ ˚ ˖ caramba, 4k de seguidores!! eu estou realmente muito feliz :( eu jamais imaginaria que chegaria a tudo isso! eu amo todos os meus seguidores. Eu faço isso apenas por diversão e distração, fico extremante feliz em saber que muitos pessoas gostam e admiram o que eu faço, apesar de não ser uma grande coisa, eu amo fazer isso. Amo vocês minhas lunitas :( muito obrigada pelo 4k !! 🙁💗
once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!
today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.
once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.
"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.
"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.
"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.
"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.
"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.
୨୧┊synopsis: one mistaken confession was all it took to have your world stomped to the ground and kicked to the curb. who the fucks confesses to their parent’s friend and neighbor (whos almost 20 years older !?) that they wanna fuck? and now he’s avoided you like the plague because of it. luckily, two years have gone by since then after moving away for college and you’re no longer that naive little girl. but what if you see eachother again? and he’s no longer able to hold back? duh. you’re gonna finish what you started. cause if there’s one thing you’re not, it’s a quitter.
୨୧┊warnings: taboo cw! + age gap (reader is 19 and toji is 34) + fem! reader + first time + corruption kink + cunnilingus + loss of virginity + first time blowjob + fingering + morally impure thoughts + size difference + mutual pinning + humor + reader turns her stuffed animals away from the atrocities that are being done on her childhood bed + toji is a pervy man that plays hard to get + you are an insatiable minx that tests his limits everyday + sort of forbidden love? ig + semi slowburn but not rlly its just for the tension + more to be added as it goes along!
୨୧┊a/n: reader is on her winter bimbo shit. i know its the middle of summer but idc!! the original fic got deleted a long time ago so the first chapter comes out right after this <3 second, follows right after (i know ahh).
i dunno if uve done this(js ignore it if u have T T) casually dominant rafe habits w sweet n kook reader!!! id like to know if his hands are js magnets attracted to her waist whenever shes near :)) that is alll, ilysm pretty!!<33
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rafe is so naturally dominant. he doesn't realize it, but he's always manhandling or guiding you in some way shape, or form. it's simply instinctive.
he's very observant. he knows all the products you use and restocks them when you finish them with you asking. sometimes he'll even look up the ingredients in them to make sure your not using anything harmful. "can you stop using that glow recipe shit? shit's awful for your skin i looked it up" as he's adding the entire dermalogica line into his sephora cart and checking out, making sure it's on your account so you don't nag him about not getting the points.
his hands are like magnets, forces that are constantly glued to your body. his calloused palms resting on your hips as you walk through parties, guiding you and making sure that your not walking into people. his hands roam through your entire body, cupping your tits, grabbing your ass, pressed against your neck no matter where you are. he has no shame, everyone knows your his girl.
he's very particular about what you wear, even going as far to set out clothes for you before you go out because he knows how long you take to find an outfit. he likes pastel colors but hates neons, especially green. he loves mini dresses especially the ones that push up your tits and flow around your ass, but nothing too revealing.
he's a natural protector. always scoping out the people around you, death starring the creepy old men who attempt to check you out, as you mindlessly cling to his bicep. he knows how clueless you can be, and makes it his sole purpose to protect you.