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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Baby Daddy: Booty Call

TW: smut. Language. Dark! Toxic rafe.

SUMMARY: You decide to play with your ex.

WORD COUNT: 1800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Baby Daddy: Booty Call

"Rafe?" You asked into the phone.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, appearing all the gentleman he'd used as a mirage to hide his gaslighting tactics and toxic wayward ways. For that, and an idea from a friend from work, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Is he okay?" He asked for details before the tension in his voice turned to silence.

"He's asleep..."

"Do you need something? I'm in the middle of a video meeting..." You grinned wickedly at the idea. You wanted to torment him for all the ways he barged into your life and pulled reluctant orgasms from your silent desperations to feel his touch again. Only this time, it would be on your terms. Even more so as he was technically in the middle of work.

"I'm just laying here..." He took a deep exhale. "Remembering how much you like these little lace panties..."

Your name came as a warning on his end of the call. "I don't think you'd want them very much right now though..."

"No?" He played along.

"They're ruined in the middle...soaking right through them." He could hear your smile through your words and it only amounted to a "Jesus Christ" Almost too silent to hear.

"I thought I heard you here earlier tonight. And it made me think of how you come when you want...take me against the wall...yep, panties are definitely ruined now..."

"Fuck...are you touching yourself?"

"Maybe."

"Tell me." He ordered as you hesitated.

"God dammit! Tell me right now." He remained quiet enough to not interfere with his meeting but loud enough for you to know you got to him.

"I have a nice...thick...vibrating little toy that I've taken a liking to lately. Oh shit!" You gasped as the buzzing was heard at the end of the call.

"Shit, baby, you shouldn't have to use a toy...you should be riding my cock right now..." He groaned. "Slapped on the ass for your little games..."

"But it feels," you paused to kaon, "Soooo good...I already wanna come...you've never made me come that fast..." You added insult to injury.

"You close?"

"Maybe..." You teased again. "Got my hands twisting my nipple like you do with your teeth when you use your fingers on me...bet you want to right now, don't you, Rafe?"

"So fucking badly." He moaned.

"Bet you want me there on my knees beneath your desk while I choke on you?"

"Baby, I'm gonna blow before I even get my pants off..."

"Ahhh...ahhh...Oh my God..."

"Fuck-" The sound of his belt and rustled fabric made you grimace. You meant to end the call here. Prepared to silence your ringer the rest of the night before getting off on the toy set on a medium speed directly against your clit. Its perfect suction and vibrations made you curl your toes. But you deserved to come. And he deserves to know it wasn't because of him. Not this time at least.

"You fucking your hand for me, Rafe?"

"Fuck yeah..."

"They can see you?"

"I muted myself...it's a voice call on my computer..."

"Rafe!" You gasped.

"Fuck! Did you come?! Don't tell me I missed it!"

"No...but that...oh my God..."

"Fuuuuck....I have to see you..."

"That wouldn't be appropriate...I'm only wearing the matching bra and since we aren't married-"

"I've made you come more times than I should have and you're denying me?" You saw the incoming call. "Answer the fucking call, you need to see how hard I am for you...fucking hell..."

"I'd rather hear it..." You could hear the sound of him spitting in his hand and the rush of fabric and the slipped slick made around his cock.

"Oh shit...you hear that huh? Imagining that dirty little mouth that's so fucked the next time I see it. I don't care where." He broke for a second, moaning and groaning as you silently rolled your eyes to how he sounded.

"Parent teacher conference is next week and I'm using one of those closets to make you take me on your knees. Maybe sneak over between meetings and take your ass-" You gasped at the thought, "Been so long since I've had you that way..."

"Oh God..."

"Maybe even make you dinner and finger you beside our son...giving you another baby before he goes to sleep-"

You heard the sound of his chair thrown behind him by the wheels rushing on the wooden floor.

"I'm gonna come...right on my fucking desk where you should be swallowing it!"

"Come for me Rafe..."

"Yeah?"

"Please..."

"Fuck." He hissed before offering those shuddered breaths you knew so well.

"Your turn." You had already come beneath his own release. Your ankles wrapped tight as your other hand came over your mouth to keep him from hearing you.

"Nah...just proving a theory."

"And what would that be?"

"Hearing you come does nothing for me now-" And with that, the call ended.

Victory never tasted sweeter. Your body buzzed with peace as you slipped off to sleep. The buzz existing between your legs as you could feel it worsen. God, it was orgasmic. Almost too real...

Your body arched in your sleep as the intensity heightened.

"Fuck..."

"That's it baby .." Rafe was at your feet, vibrator between your legs, as you fought the way he knew exactly how to make your eyes roll. Your attempts to stop him were in vain as your arms were bound to the bed.

"Can't have you trying to lie to me and say you don't want it-" He looked between your legs. "Pussy is already crying enough to tell me what you're too stubborn to..."

"Oh God..." He turned up the speed.

"You didn't let me see you come...so now I'm gonna make you do it for me in person..." He moved higher.

"It's too much!"

"Maybe you'll squirt then..." He winced before his second hand came to your breast.

"Had to jerk off after I called you again...you have no idea how fucking hard you make me..." He teased your nipples before his sentence came to an end.

"Because I know you baby. You call me to get you off. Deny it all you want but this little toy," he made it song at its highest setting against you. "Is only a placeholder until you're too desperate to deny my cock..."

"Fuck, Rafe...please!"

"You want my cock, bunny?" You bit your bottom lip to the word.

"You made some dirty promise to me...how about we make you show me you deserve to come..." He used only two fingers to turn your head to the side as he bent over you and parted your lips with his cock. Slow strides made into your throat as you took him greedily.

"God dammit, you're making such a mess..." He slipped two fingers inside of you and focused the vibrator on your clit. Full speed.

"You do not come until I say, so you understand me?" You whimpered before he hit your clit.

"Tell me you fucking understand me-"

"I understand-" But when his fingers returned, he was a menace. fucking your throat at the same speed of his fingers as you trembled beneath him.

"See baby....you love being ruined by me-"

"Fuck-" You gasped as he withdrew his cock and stroked it against your breast.

"I thought about you waking up with an ass full of me...ooh damn, might have to next time, that almost made me come just thinking about it..." He began to stroke.

"Shit...I also wanted your mouth to make me come...make you cry for me..." He brushed a tear from your cheek.

"But you're too good at that so I don't want your punishment to be over just yet..."

"No...I'm taking this pussy. She’s still fucking crying." He rounded his palm to your clit and made the perfect pressure as two fingers fucked you senseless.

"Come right now for me..." Your body unbuckled for him. "Harder!" Suddenly you sprayed. Cum coating him as he growled.

"Fuck, I love when you squirt!" He grinned. "More! Give me more!" He lowered beside the bed and fucked you even harder, the second orgasm building fast.

"Tell me."

"I'm gonna-"

"Tell me baby, I wanna know."

"I'm gonna fucking come again!"

"All over me, come the fuck on...oh yeah...goooood girl...oh yeah..." His fingers finally withdrew as he climbed on the bed.

"You're gonna take my cock now..." You shook your head. "Shh...shh...shh...make me come hard like you did and maybe I'll let you get one more..." You raised your hips to meet him as he slammed home once. Your body quivering as he pounded into you. The bed at war with the wall as he tore into the sheets beneath you. Every ounce of hatred and lust felt in every bitter thrust as perspiration offered the perfect glide for one another.

"Untie me! I want to touch you!" He knew what this meant. And with a single glide of his grip, he untied your dominant hand as you were adjusted onto him from below.

"Ride that cock baby, yeah...you know how..." He moaned beneath you, back arching and nails leaving bloody trails at your legs.

"Fuck!"

"Come for me! Rafe I wanna feel it-" You moaned as he stretched you to a bittersweet reach.

"Yeah?" He gripped you in place.

"Then you take every last fucking drop you little slut...oh yeah...oh shit..."

"Yes!" You gasped as he pistoned his release inside of you. The feeling of his jolting cock making you want even more. A mindset he shared as he pulled the vibrator to your clit. An arm around your backs and his body pressed to yours, you whimpered and thrashed, as he remained inside you.

"Fuck, you still feel so good coming right now..."

"I'm close!"

"You think I don't fucking know it?" He taunted. "Ooh baby...you're gonna do it again, aren't you?"

"I'm trying not to!"

"But if you do..." His fingers teased your ass. Your eyes rolled as he applied just minimal pressure. "You know it makes this easier for both of us..."

"Fuuuuuccckk..."

"Yeah, you love wherever I touch you because I always make you come, don't I?" He pushed the vibrator harder hasn't you, "don't I?!*

"Oh fuck yes?"

"So you know it’s stupid to play games with me, right, baby?"

"Yes! Oh God!"

"Oh yes..." And suddenly he stopped. The most mind bending release refused as he untied your other hand and simply walked to the door.

"Bad Girls don't get to play with their toys..."

"Rafe!"

"Next time you call, you let me see you..." And then he was gone...

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dancingundermoonlight101 · 3 months

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Hey it's me again 🙃

Would you be interested in writing a Medieval Royalty AU with a side of arranged marriage? They can either know each other beforehand or just meet on the wedding day. Whatever tickles your fancy.

That is me just mashing all of my favorite tropes together.

I hope that you're not overworking yourself with all of these demands, so if you need a break just ignore my ask

Anyways

Great work on my previous ask so thanks again and in advance ❤️

Walls high, higher than needed. Pearly white and pure. Pillars held up the roof, and colored windows set for an awe-inspiring view. High-caste mechs and femmes sat in rows with their pretty clothes and jewls. And at the very end, there stood a white, blue, and red painted mech. Wearing a beautiful yet appropriately modest suit that didn't hide the natural beauty of his armor. He was smiling, but it was a smile that didn't reach the optics. He seemed tired. Perhaps a little anxious, if one were to notice the slight shake of his frame every time he breathed.

All too soon, a powerful step echoed through the church-like room.

Not a single bot had heard or even noticed the large doors open, as they were too loud and enthralled by the gossip they spoke amongst themselves. Yet now, all helms were turned back to stare at the awaited mech.

Megatron.

Optimus has heard the stories. Kings in Kaon were chosen by a show of strength rather than heritage. The previous kings having to either be defeated.. or slain.

Another step was taken. Light seemed to hide Megatron's face in shadow. And Optimus had to squint in an attempt to see the face of his soon to be conjux.

The previous king was slain some years ago, after he ruled without a single mech or femme being successful in defending him. All prior challengers to the old king were suspected to have been assassinated. But why would the kingdom of Iacon care? Kaon and Iacon bots could never see eye to eye. Iacon finds the high-caste of Kaon to be barbaric and much too lacking in attire. While Kaon finds that the high-caste of Iacon to be two-faced with clothes too frilly to possibly be comfortable or even possible to transform in.

Optimus can only speak for himself, but he finds that instead of the propaganda of Kaon being more barbaric than Iacon, it's instead a difference in culture. He has seen what Kaonian clothes look like. And they're actually quite—

Optimus's optics widen. Gasps are heard, and the backround music that he had tuned out long ago paused.

"Beautiful.." He mumbled despite himself. Utterly enchanted by how his soon to be conjux looked like. Yet, at the same time, understanding the shock and horror of all the other Iaconian bots.

Megatron had decided to wear his scar-ridden armor and a singular flowing red cape. A gold necklace adorned his neck, and a confident, cocky smirk spread to his lips. Almost as if he wanted this exact reaction.

Something made Megatron's smirk falter, and his confident steps pause. Everyone was staring at Megatron. But the King in question seemed to only have optics for Optimus.

Optimus felt like he was being devoured alive by those red optics. It sent a shiver down his spinal strut. Megatron seemed to have noticed, and a mischievous, lustful grin spread to his lips.

Megatron began walking forward again. Closer and closer until he was on his spot, right across from Optimus.

"You look quite divine.. Optimus, was it?" Megatron reached over to hold Optimus's servo. Kissing the back of it with a smirk.

The Prime felt speechless. He was thankful, though, that he had been taught to always have the last word. "You look quite good yourself, Megatron, King of Kaon."

Megatron laughed out loud, startling everybot who had been wispering to silence once more.

"Lying does not suit you, little Prime. Best not do so again." His grip on Optimus's hand tightened. Making him wince. A silent warning on Megatron's optics. Smile gone.

All too soon, this fantasy that Optimus would maybe have a peaceful, somewhat happy marriage where he and Megatron could see eye to eye was gone. Optimus hadn't lied. He did like how Megatron looked like. But if this is how he's being treated in public, Optimus can only assume the worst of what may happen behind closed doors. He was prepared, though. His father, the current king of Iacon, had prepared each and every one of his heirs to be married off. While also giving them the opportunity to prove themselves as future heirs. Optimus, third in line, did his best to prove himself to his father. He had hoped he would become king and choose whom he would get married to. The choice had been made for him without his knowledge. He only got a hint that that's what his father wished to do for him when his "what to expect and do if you have a failing marriage" classes increasingly got more and more intense.

"I'll keep that in mind," Optimus conceded. Not wishing to argue so soon or openly.

Megatron's smile came back, and the wedding finally seemed to be picking up the pace and running smoothly.

When the kiss was finally announced, Optimus grew weary. A weird glint in Megatron's optics made Optimus sure that the mech was up to something.

His hunch was then proven right when the innocent kiss that was supposed to last less than a second continued for longer than that, getting more and more heated. One of Megatron's servos was holding the back of his helm, preventing him from moving it. While the other held his waist, which stopped any attempts to try and run or walk backward.

Optimus hit his limit and began hitting Megatron's shoulder. Demanding for him to release him and stop! The king of Kaon, thankfully, did just that soon after with a self-satisfied grin. Having gotten one last bite on the Prime's lower lip.

"Well then, shall we?" Megatron picked up Optimus bridal style before the Prime could answer. "The little sounds you made from such a simple kiss were absolutely sinful~ I hope I can hear more.." He wispered to Optimus as they walked off.

Optimus covered his face with his hands. Refusing to be seen. Optimus doesn't care how heated his frame became because of those words. He's not about to dance to Megatron's tune! He'll be sure to give the mech an audial-full about boundaries!

#megop #optimus prime #megatron #megatron x optimus prime #transformers #uhhh #idk what else to tag this with #royal au??#bro I hope i did this right #I actually had a lot of fun writing this #wrote this in school #it's actually fluff!!#Megatron is actually going to be really doting and caring #after he gets the stick up his aft removed #he has stigma about Iaconian mechs #he thinks they all lie through their teeth #and he got angry bc he thought Optimus lied #bc Megatron did the bare minimum #Optimus actually likes the battle worn warrior look #he thinks it's pretty #and hot #and beautiful #but he's not about to just fall for looks #definitely gonna be a little shit to Megatron #lots of misunderstandings and shinanigans ensue #I'm thinking angst #but then they would finally communicate #and realize they were both being idiots #and that they loved eachother <333 #HEMHEMHEMHEM

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