Billy Gambini X Reader *SMUT*

NSFW Alphabet: Hawk/Eli

Warnings: Mentions of smut!

NSFW Alphabet: Hawk/Eli

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Hawk is pretty good with aftercare, he makes sure that you're okay. His exterior expression turns hard and tuff to caring and loving real quick, who does he think he's kidding he is a complete Teddy bear inside.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Oh god he loves your mid waist, he loves leaving hickeys there so your parents can't see them unless your going swimming, he loves holding onto your waist when he goes down on you, he also loves gripping onto your waist while he fucks you senseless.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He loves to cum on your chest, he loves seeing his cum cover all over your perky breasts dripping onto your sides and stomach claiming you as his. He also loves when he cums in your mouth, watching you swallow his load.

D= Dirty Secret (Hawk's dirty secret) One time when you were sleeping he woke up completely hot and bothered from a wet dream so he got up and walked over to the chair in your room and slowly jerked off to the thought of you, you actually caught him but never told him, it kinda turned you on to be honest.

E= Experience (How experienced is Hawk) He's got some experience from watching porn and his imagination, so it's not hard for him to play out all of his thoughts and desires while making you feel like you're on top of the world.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) He loves to fuck you while you're on your side with your leg over his shoulder staring into each others eyes, he hits your spots more deeper and it makes both of your eyes roll back.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Yeah he likes to goof around during sex, most times when he says something that doesn't make sense while your giving him the time of his life he'll usually chuckle as will you but you'll carry on like nothing happened, then you'll laugh about it afterwards.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) It does, but he keeps it clean and slightly trimmed.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Hawk during the moment) Hawk can be pretty romantic when during sex most of the times on birthdays, and anniversary or something like that.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Hawk jacks off sometimes and when he does he'll be in the middle of jerking off and he will call you moaning and whimpering on purpose so you'll come over and help him because he knows you're a whore for when he whimpers. Cheeky bish.

K= Kink (How kinky is Hawk) Hawk can be kinky, he mostly just dicks you down really rough and fast. But he loves trying every position there is and he loves light chocking and he loves to tie your arms up if you're willing.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) His favorite place by far was in his closet while his cobra Kai friends were playing video games and screaming at his T.V. He doesn't know why he likes it so much, but he guessed it was because he had to watch you try to be quite when you came around him.

M= Motivation (What gets Hawk going) When you wear bikinis while at a pool party and your slowly smooth your body into the water soaking your hair, sometimes he can see your perky nipples through your top, no wonder he persuaded you to buy a white bikini top. But you in general can get this mans hot and bothered.

N= No (A turn off, something Hawk would never do) He would never hurt you or choke you to hard or do anything on purpose that would hurt you.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) Lets be honest he loves receiving, he loves watching your lips tighten around his cock and the way you suck his tip and edge him on, but he does love going down on you, he loves the way you moan when he teases you and fingers you while eating you out.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Hawk is pretty rough with his motions, he can make love to you in slow motions but you both prefer fucking most of the times over making love.

Q= Quickie (Hawk's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He doesn't mind them, he likes to have quickies when you both absolutely cant wait until you get home or in the car so you'll have them during lunch or class breaks.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) Sure, he doesn't mind taking risks. He does like to fuck you in the janitors closet in school if you both cat contain yourselves.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can go a full 2 rounds of 1 hour, he can cum in thirty minutes tops and he can make you cum in twenty, sometimes ten. When using foreplay it takes about 4 hours for the whole thing, without it about 2 hours.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really, his cock pretty much does the job. But you both experienced with your vibrator, lets just say you'll be using that more often.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) Hawk is a massive tease, he likes to watch you suffer and for you to be soaking wet before entering you. He will always edge you on during fingering or eating you out.

V= Volume (How loud is Hawk during the moment) Hawk has a big ego so he doesn't whimper unless you ride him or go down on him or he hits your special spot so deep in you. But he does the occasional moans your name in your ear and groaning.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Hawk) Hawk has a healthy obsession with your moans, it's like music to his ears hearing your whimpers and moans spill out like a sea of words.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) A solid 7 inches.

Y= Yearning (How high is Hawk's sex drive) His sex drive is high but not annoyingly high to where he wants to fuck you for 8 hours straight every morning and night.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Hawk fall asleep afterwards) Hawk sometimes has trouble sleeping as thoughts will cloud his thoughts so you'll both stay up and eat or watch movies after cuddling for an hour.

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Here’s another!

Should I do a Robby Keene X Reader?

If so, any requests?

Hawk x Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut, hate sex with hawk.

A Burning Passion

Oh how you hated him, your body burned with the fire and rage of how much you hated the new and 'improved' Hawk. Every inch of you despised the young teenage boy. As did he, he also loathed every part of you. He hated you with a burning passion, or so he taught himself to hate you.

Though you hated him, your body craved him, your body called for him, your body begged him to do all unholy things to you. You hated him for that. You hated being so vulnerable for another, it was so annoying for you.

You were mostly so angry at your body for wanting to taste him, feel him, oh how badly you wanted him inside you. This is how crazy and mad he made you, and it was just about the last straw for you.

Hawk could say himself of how much he hated you, your snarky remarks and comments. But oh- your beautiful body, made him hate you less and himself more for taking such a mad liking to you.

Wouldn't you know it the universe just so happened to have you both join the same dojo, not only did he annoy you inside of school; but outside of school too. Oh it was so tempting to swipe that annoying smirk off his face, but every time he called you princess, oh you melted and withered by his feet. Though you didn't show it to him, you could tell he knew it.

  A loud 'Quiet!' comes from sensei Lawrence as everybody's chatters immediately fall silent. Your day dreaming beginning to fade out as reality strikes you once again. You couldn't help but look at Hawk, it was a usual thing you would find yourself doing.

  You would check him out in his gi before starting a match with another cobra Kai. I guess he could sense someone staring at him so his eyes immediately met yours, you quickly looked back at sensei but you could tell he knew you were looking at him by the side smirk that slid across his face.

  "Today we're going to be doing matches, Hawk and Y/n; you're up first" Sensei says, your eyes internally widen as you look over at hawk to see him stepping his place on the mat with a sinister smirk.

  You clear your throat and place yourself in your spot on the mat in front of him, Miguel puts the flag up before quickly throwing it down "fight!" He yells as we get into our stances.

  "You're going down princess" He smirks as he trips you with his leg and pins you to the ground, earning him a point.

  "Point! Hawk" Miguel yells out, scoring the board.

  You both get back into stance before you land a kick in with your leg, catching him off guard as you trip both of his legs, pinning him down on the mat "I wouldn't be so sure about that 'princess'" You mock, with your own satisfied smirk.

  Hawk grits his teeth together as he glares up at you, "Point! L/n" Miguel adds your point to the score board as you and Hawk get back into your places.

  "You're gonna regret that 'Princess'" He says emphasizing the 'princess' with more venom and hate in his voice.

  Something about that catches you off guard as he lands a kick to your side and pins you down so your front is smushed up against the mat, he uses his hand to keep your back pinned and straddles half of your body with just one knee, he leans down to your ear "told you" he whispers sending chills down your spine causing you to get goosebumps, your body leaning into him to which he notices and chuckles before freeing you.

  You stand back up as the other point goes to Hawk, you started to not only get frustrated; but sexually frustrated. Your chest was heaving up and down as sweat started dripping down your neck and to your chest causing hawk to follow the movements, getting distracted by your chest letting you land a punch on him, roundhouse kicking his side and pinning his arms behind his back.

  "What? Loosing focus babe" You sharply finish, gritting your teeth as your lips hover over his neck causing him to gulp.

  "Point! L/n" Miguel yells placing your point on the board as you forcefully push hawk off of you.

  "Last person to get this point, wins" Sensei says with a harsh nod.

  Hawk lands a kick to your side to which you block, grabbing his leg and twisting it; pulling him closer to you before letting him go. Hawk almost growls like as he lunges for you landing punches left and right so fast you almost didn't make the blocks.

  You bend on your hand and knock him over, straddling his waist and pinning his hands over his head. Both of your chests heaving with sweat pouring off your body's.

  Johnny congratulates you on your win, everybody else claps along with him as Hawk forcefully pushes you off of him causing you to stumble back only slightly. He curses under his breath as he walks away, leaving you with your own bundle of thoughts.

You scoffed at his actions before angrily throwing yourself up from the floor but not before sending a smirk towards Hawk on your way back to your spot causing him to scoff and bite his lip annoyedly.

You smile, half way proud of yourself on your win and will to anger Hawk more. "Alright, take a 10 minute break everyone" Johnny says as he walks to his office, with Miguel following.

Everyone sprawls out to their original break seats with their friends, it just so happened that you and Hawk had the same friend group. That being Aisha, Miguel, and Tory who wasn't absent today because of her mom.

Miguel comes back from Johnny's office as you both walk towards Hawk and Aisha, Hawks eyes almost immediately find yours causing him to scoff as you sit in front of him and beside Aisha and Miguel.

"Do you really have to sit here?" He asks rudely.

"Well of course I do darlin" You playfully tease in a country accent, causing him to roll his eyes annoyed by your antics.

"Oh come on guys, can't you for once stop hating each other" Aisha says sincerely.

"Never." Hawk harshly says as he throws daggers your way, his piercing eyes looking through your soul; only slightly making your heart leap a few inches.

You throw your hand up, his way "see there's your answer" You half agree.

Only if he knew the truth. Only if they all knew the truth.

Though out of the corner of your eye you could see hawk admiring you, and for the first time that actually made you confused on his true feelings for you. Using this to your advantage to hopefully get what you wanted, you purposely lean back on your elbows pressing your chest up; the gi slipping from your chest a little.

Only Hawk noticed as Aisha and Miguel started up a conversation on what to get Sam for their one month anniversary. Hawks eyes widened slight as his lips parted, his eyes following your movements; still gazing at your chest though.

Finally you decide to make yourself known, that you had caught him. You look at his eyes causing him to meet yours, his whole body freezing as he knew you seen him. You raise an eyebrow at him in 'question' as your lips turn into a tight side smile.

Noticeably he catches on and scoffs looking away, running his tongue over the edge of his lip. You noticeably bite your lip out of habit as your eyes focus on his lips, before trailing down his body and to the slight bulge in his white gi.

Luckily for him the gi was a little big on his waist so it wouldn't be noticeable unless you tightened the gi. Soon Johnny rushes out of the office in frantic, alerting us all that he had somewhere to be.

You rush up to check on him as he walks out the door, you high on his heels "Sensei, is there anything I can do?" You question in an attempt to be helpful as Hawk walks up beside you.

In a rush Johnny hands you the dojo keys, "you and Hawk close up, and please if you don't mind put the mats and stuff up for me" You give him a gentle nod as he rushes in his firebird, but not before giving a second glance as some of the students start leaving already.

Soon almost everyone is gone except for Miguel and Aisha, they walk up to you both "I wonder what that was about" Aisha says as every shakes their head clueless.

"Well we're going to wing stop, wanna come?" Miguel offers, you look at Hawk as you jingle the keys in your hand.

"We'd love to but we're gonna clean up the dojo... so we'll meet you there afterwards?" You question, Miguel nods as Sam pulls up and lets them both in.

Once they drive off you walk back into the building, not bothering to leave the door open for Hawk as you place the keys on a random shelf. "You're so unbelievable" Hawk scoffs as he walks through the doors, already folding some of the mats.

"I'm unbelievable? Then what does that make you?" You scoff as you fold up the other half of the mats, following Hawk into the back room.

Throwing them down to the side Hawk turns to you "oh come on, don't tell me you didn't know what you were doing in there!" He raises his voice as you smirk.

"Oh don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, because your friend say other wise" You point downwards as you place a hand on your hip.

He lets out a growl as he walks towards you, forcefully pushing you against the wall; resting his hand on your arm firmly. You let out a slight gasp as his eyes squint from anger, your breath slowly getting heavier as you lean into his touch; Hawk doesn't realize it yet though.

"You are so f*cking difficult Y/n" He says your name with such hate as he pushes you harder into the wall, his flame covered eyes staring daggers into your soul.

  You breath hitches as you feel yourself becoming very turned on, Hawk eyes you for a second before it downed on him. You were horny. A smirk plays on his face as he knows he's got you wrapped around his finger.

  "You know Y/n, if you wanted me you should've just said something" He laughs, as he brings a hand to your cheek, lightly stroking your cherry red cheeks.

  "I-I don't want you" You stammer, trying to deny him. Key word; trying.

  "Oh yeah, what would you do if I did this" He says as his hand drops to your middle untying the waist part of your gi before running his hand over your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and a very light moan to release from your lips from the contact of his skin on yours.

  Your eyes turn to a pleading look before you snap out of it and push him away from you, he stumbles back "don't touch me" you glare.

  Hawk smirks as you tie back your gi with a huff, "oh come on princess, don't fight it" He walks closer to you, this time you let him as he puts his hand on the wall behind you.

  Your eyes trail down to his lips before looking back up at his eyes, "just say the word" His eyes trail to your lips as he starts to lean closer, teasingly slow.

  "Please..." You beg, barley above a whisper.

  Hawk smirks as he connects his lips with yours, closing the gap between you he puts his hand on your cheek as you place your hand on the back of his neck, desperately pulling him closer to your body.

  Hawk tries to deepen the kiss but you deny it, he gets more desperate as he grips your thighs and carries you over to a smallish table in the corner of the room, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth as you had parted your lips lightly.

  You start untying his gi, as your legs spread for him before wrapping around his waist. He breaks the kiss with a smirk as he looks down "look at you, already spreading your legs for me" He laughs as he places a hand on your thigh.

  Your eyebrow raises in anger "shut the f*ck up" You lightly push his shoulder, he couldn't tell if you were serious, but neither could you; he finally decided on a decision which meant you were very serious.

  His laughing demeanor changes as his face holds more of an angry expression from your attitude, he forcefully undoes the knot on your gi pulling it down your middle to be met with your white lace bra.

  You gasp at the sudden action but let out a little moan as he leans down to kiss your neck, forcefully he grabs your hair that's in a ponytail and yanks it back, his lips still hovering over your neck.

  "You won't talk to me like that princess" He growls out as he wraps his hand around your throat, you were so turned on by his actions as you started grinding your hips against his bulge becoming needy.

  You let out a far fetched whine when he holds your hips down, stopping you from moving. "So desperate, don't worry princess.. I'll make sure you cum... eventually" He smirks darkly as he lifts your waist up so he could pull your gi down along with your underwear in one go.

  You let out a hiss as the cold air hits you, Hawk looks down as he runs a finger over your glistening pussy... already so wet. He gathers wetness from your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, creating slow circles with the pads of his fingers as you let out a couple of moans already.

You felt a burning sensation in your clit that meant you would be close to cumming soon, the burning only made it better as your head rested against his shoulder and your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he slowed down and sped up until he removed all touch from your needy body.

You groan at his actions, "hawk if you don't stop playing around and just f*ck me I will make you regret it" You scoff, unknown confidence coming from some where.

"Easy princess, don't worry... I am going to fuck you" He whispers huskily into your ear, nipping at your neck leaving little red bites.

Hawk starts to untie his own gi as he lets it fall down, his pale skin and lightly toned abs now ashore as he throws his gi with your pile of clothes. He's only left in his boxers for a second or two before he slips those off too.

His hard cock slapping against his toned stomach causing him to let out a groan at the cool air, quickly you jump down and get on your knees. You had waited long enough to taste him and now that you had him in your grasp you weren't turning it down.

His eyes widen slightly as his hand automatically goes to your now low ponytail as you grab onto his length slowly pumping his veiny cock. The tip of his cock was a deep red while the base of his cock showed deep blue veins as pre cum starts dripping from the tip to the base.

You practically drool as you fasten your pace with your strokes before running your tongue around his tip, his hands fall to your bra clip trying to fiddle with the clip, groaning once he couldn't get it.

You mentally smirk as you move your hands to your back, sucking on his tip before going all the way down, balls deep with no hands as you tug your bra off, your perky breasts being now free as your nipples harden.

"F*ck princess" Hawk moans at the sight of you using no hands as you gag on his cock.

"If I had known this mouth would've been good for anything other than talking we would've done this awhile ago" He smirks as he tugs at your hair.

You start sucking inwards, now becoming greedy with how fast or slow you suck him off. His head falls back as his hips start jutting into your mouth.

With a pop you let his cock fall out of your mouth and stand up bending over the table, but not before getting to see his angry expression when you stopped sucking him off.

He gets the memo as he comes up behind you, gripping your waist he spreads your thighs further apart so he could get a better view. He bends down to kiss your back before going to your neck "it this okay?" He asks as the tip of his cock points to the entrance of your pussy.

You nod eagerly as he finally bottoms out and stuffs his whole cock into you, only letting you adjust to his size for a minute as he starts full on pounding into you, moans fall out of your mouth constantly as he keeps hitting the best spots in you.

"Your so tight princess, Damn~" Hawk moans out as he lifts your right leg so it's resting on the table, hitting your g-spot straight on because of the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You know all these years I thought you hated me... turns out you were only sexually frustrated" He laughs as his grip tightens on your waist.

"F*ck you" You hiss out, a moan slipping past your lips.

He chuckles "you are... well more like I'm f*cking you princess" He teases as he thrusts purposefully deep into your wet pussy.

His thrust seem to deepen even more which really surprises you seeing how so much deep he already is as the room starts to fog up slightly from the tension and sexual actions, the room smelling like sex as your boobs bounce with every thrust, your nipples only hardening more as they rub against the textured small table causing you to moan out.

The pit of your stomach starts burning as you feel your high approaching, as does Hawk when his cock starts twitching inside of you; indicating that he was indeed close to his high.

"You close?" He hums as your pussy starts clenching around his cock, only making him closer to his high.

"Mhm!" You moan out desperately as your answer as you grip onto the edge of the table.

The knot starts to get unbearably tight as his thrusts fasten, soon that knot snaps. Your core clenches against his cock as you cum around him, his cock twitching when he starts to pull out.

"Cum in me Hawk" You moan out desperately as he starts jerking his length off to get him there still breathing heavily.

"Are you sure princess" He moans as he continues to jerk himself off, you nod rapidly knowing you were already on the monthly shot which worked better than the pill.

He stuffs his cock back into your pussy, moaning once he cums inside of you. The warm liquid filling your insides up as your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back into your head... it felt so good~

"Y/n..." he moans out as his hips still from overstimulation, his nails digging against your back leaning red marks with each drag.

And they say only girls give scratches~

He pulls out of you as he watches his cum slowly fall out of your wrecked pussy, both of your breathing seized down as you both rested for a second from the previous activities.

You turn around grabbing your clothes and slipping them on in silence as does Hawk, not a word said between you for a couple minutes.

"So uh- what was that?" Hawk asked, as a lump forms in the back of his throat, waiting for your answer.

"It was just sex... nothing more" You state, and as soon as it leaves your lips you regret it.

Hawk scoffs "really? Just sex." He squints his eyes in anger as you hesitantly nod.

"Yeah. We hate each other, remember" You put your hand on your hip.

Hawk scoffs as he turns to look at the side, "alright, it was just a fuck." He says plainly as he angrily walks out of the dojo.

Shit.

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Here’s a lil something to cure your boredom ;)

Requests Closed!

Hey guys! I will be closing requests for about less than a week because I’ve been working on something for you! But I will finish the requests asked in a 2-3 day range!

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: None

Two in One

  The day started off normal as usual, which consisted of a daily routine of going to school, practicing Karate with Robby, your boyfriend, and relaxing after that. Though you had no Idea of what to do for a relax day so you called Robby over.

Once Robby came over you both got to talking and decided that you guys haven't been to the beach in forever so you planned to go to the beach, and afterwards have a spa/caring day with each other.

You both quickly changed into your swimsuits and grabbed a whole bunch of towels and needed stuff for the beach. Well actually you were going to the country club but one of the main beaches were there so it's all good.

You both got in your car and made your way to the beach, little jokes and blasting loud music here and there. As you placed your car in park Robby got out and grabbed the bag with the necessities before you could.

Robby holds out his hand for you gesturing for your hand to which you gladly except with a smile as you walk into the main area of the country club to get to the beach area.

Once you find a suitable area to sit out you grab your towels and place them on the ground and lay on them, both laying on your stomachs as you rest your heads on your arms both looking at each other.

You smile softly as you gaze into Robby's electrifying green eyes, greenish blue here and there. He was truly a sight for sore eyes, "this is nice" You hum softly causing Robby to smile, nodding.

  "Yeah it is, we really needed this. Especially with the whole cobra Kai thing" Robby's mood changes a little.

  You sigh knowing the deal with cobra Kai and Robby's dad Johnny, "do you wanna talk about it?" You ask curiously.

  Robby thinks for a minute before speaking up "I just want a normal chance at life you know?" He questions lowly as he turns to look at the ocean waves.

  "I know Robby, I wish I could do something to help spark your relationship with him" You smile as daringly as possible.

  "Whatever it doesn't matter anyways, I have you here with me and for that I am great full" Robby smiles as he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to his body now resting on his towel.

  You grab Robby's left hand and run your finger over the rings that laid there, humming softly as you do so. "You like?" Robby asks as you continue to swirl the ring around his finger, well one of the few that live there anyways.

  "Yeah... they suit you" You chuckle softly.

  This causes Robby to chuckle lightly as well, "can I have a kiss?" Robby asks puckering up his lips playfully as you sit up on your elbow to look at him.

  You chuckle but none the less press a small kiss to his lips, this is how the rest of the time at the beach was. It consisted of you and Robby goofing around, throwing food on each other, dunking each other in the water, and having little loving moments here and there.

  Two hours later and you both decided that it was a good idea to head home and start on your pampering time.

  You were prepared for the occasion, already having chips, candy, lotion, face masks, Chinese takeout which you both stoped to get on the way home, and of course yourselves.

  Both rushing to your room you get everything ready and organized, you lit a candle that smelt like cinnamon rolls because why not? And you also took out the Chinese food and set it on your bed with some drinks, chips and candy.

  You say down the stacks of pampering equipment and decided on watching a movie while eating, then doing the face masks and pampering each other.

  An hour went by as you and Robby finished up your food, you both sigh happily at your now full stomachs.

  You grab the face masks and sat them down in a row "Alright, which one do you want?" You question looking at Robby.

  He hums for a second as he scans the scents "lemon sugar sound nice" he nods his head at his choice as you take the mask out of the package and gently press it on his skin.

  "Here do this one for me please" You ask politely handing him your favorite face mask.

  "Yes ma'am" Robby says jokingly as you close your eyes and he applies the face mask to your skin, using the same techniques you used on him.

  You clap your hands together "now lotion" you raise your eyebrows up and down playfully as you grab a bottle of lotion.

  Applying some to your hand you grab Robby's arms and stared rubbing some of the lotion onto him while he starts giggling because he's ticklish causing you to laugh.

  You finish up applying lotion to Robby and he squirts a large amount on his hands causing his face to make a shocked on as you both look at each other wide eyed and start laughing.

  None the less he dips small dots with the over flowed lotion all over your legs and arms before rubbing it in. By the time you were done with that the face masks were ready to be taken off.

  Robby took yours off first, then you took his off next. Afterwards you both rinsed your faces off from the extra liquid and jumped on your bed hurrying into a cuddle position.

  "That was real nice" You chuckle happily.

  "I agree we need to do this more often" He says relaxed.

  You grabbed the chips and candy and placed it in between each other, while also watching 80s movies which were your favorites.

  After finishing all the junk food you turn down the tv a little and cuddle into Robby's side sighing happily as you both lure each other to sleep.

  Today was a good day

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This was requested by @multi-simp-page

Older Daniel LaRusso X Reader

Warnings: *Cough CHEATING cough* This was requested from wattpad!

The past is Present

  Before you moved you and Daniel had the toughest relationship, first you grew as friends, then best friends, then lovers..... it was hard for you moving away from someone you loved and trusted.

  Daniel took it hard too, if not harder. He feel in deep, from the moment he saw you he fell deeply in love. He knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.... but things don't always go the way you want them to.

After you moved Daniel stayed in his room more, didn't associate with anyone at school, barley talked to his mom, and even quit karate.

It had been more than 20 years before you came back. You bought an apartment close by to a job you had recently applied for. The pay was excellent and you wanted to move, at least closer to home.

Even after 20 years you still missed home, you never forgot about Daniel. In fact you only had few relations and they never lasted long. You were still caught up on Daniel, and you always would be.

You didn't know how he was doing, if he had a wife, or family but you knew he was doing good. He started his own car company which you were proud of.

You knew that Daniel had been into fixing cars ever since you met him and Mr. Miyagi. You had also learned some karate, Mr. Miyagi taught you karate as well plus you watched and studied him teaching Daniel so you knew the moves.

  One thing you were looking for but not, you needed a new car. The only one who you really trusted with vehicles was Daniel. But you were scare that he would not know you or if he had a family. Not that you would mind but it would be weird for you.

  With a sigh you look up to see the LaRusso sign on the building. You knew there was another auto park, which was Cole something but you wouldn't dare trust someone you didn't know with your cars.

  Taking a deep breath you put your hand on the door, pausing for a second before entering. The room smelt like fresh cars and almost lemon cleaning supplies.

  A man that you recognize comes walking towards you or was Daniels cousin Louie. He stops for a second in shock, while you stand there bashfully.

  "Hey Louie" you say stuffing your hands in your pockets.

  "Y/n?" He questions.

  You nod your head "it's me" you chuckle at his shocked expression.

  He rushes towards you and pulls you into a tight hug, you hadn't remembered the last time Louie was like this. He always acted tough and playful towards everyone.

"It's nice to see you to" you joke at his antics.

  He pulls away "we've missed you, you should have seen how broken Daniel was when you moved he-" Louie confesses before someone interrupts him.

  "Louie what's taking so long?" You knew that voice, it was Daniel.

  You hadn't known what you were going to do when you saw him, you had no plan you simply just had to go with the flow.

  Louie moves out the way to reveal yourself, it seems like everything stops for Daniel as he sees his first love, that he never did get over and never will.

  "Y/n...." He says as his heart skips a beat.

  "Hi Daniel" you say bashfully feeling your cheeks heat up.

The stunned expression stays on his face as he walks up to you completely, "it’s been a while" you comment.

"It’s been to long...." Daniel states as Louie awkwardly walks away.

"So I came to buy a car" You start "- and see how you were" You finish.

"Oh- um of course!-" He claps his hands together before leading you over to some style cars he knew you’d like.

"So we here we have a Honda Accord with a 192-hp turbocharge, in both black, white, and red" he says pointing to the row of Honda’s.

"I like the white one" You comment as you study the out side of it.

"We’ll do you want to test drive it? I have time" Daniel asks as he holds up the keys in hand.

"That would be great Daniel" You smile.

"Okay great" He smiles as his do brown eyes pierce through yours.

Daniel hands you the keys and as he does so your hands touch, that same spark that was there at each touch once there again.

This causes you both to make eye contact before you clear your throat awkwardly "I think to drive a car we need to get in it" You joke, just like old times.

Daniel smiles and nods his head as he gets into the passengers side while you get in the drivers side, starting up the car.

You pull out of driveway and into the highway, it was silent at first the car drove good. But if you were totally honest you weren’t really paying attention to how smooth or good the car drove.

All you could feel and think about was Daniel gazing at you, of course you could see him out of your peripheral vision and you could feel the heat of his familiar stare.

"So... any family?" You asked as you take a right turn.

"Oh um- yeah actually I have a... wife Amanda, and a daughter Sam, and then there’s Anthony my son" Daniel comments, feeling something he’s never felt before.

"lucky girl" You say keeping your eyes on the road.

You didn’t know how to feel hearing about his family, you knew if he did it would hit hard. As it did, but you mostly felt happy for him. He got a life he always wanted.

Daniel couldn’t help but look at you, it felt all to soon. Of course he loved Amanda but he never stopped thinking about or loving you.

The love you had was just rare, "and what about you? Any lucky guy?" He asks trying to keep the conversation going.

You shake your head "none that were right for me" You say stoping at a red light, finally look at Daniel.

"He would’ve been a lucky guy" He comments randomly.

It was like there was a pull so strong that neither you nor Daniel could control. It was like someone was pushing you both together, until your lips met.

The kiss, his kiss was everything you remembered it was. It was filled with love, passion, and trust. Though it has been more than twenty years, you never forget your first love sometimes you never get over them.

You both pull away, breathless as Daniel leans his head on yours lovingly.

"I’ll take the car"

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Requests open anytime!

sexilene's kinktober 2024!!! ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡。

(i like to post my works sporadically so i'm sorry if i don't post the fics in perfect order! but i do promise i'll write them all before oct. 31!)

-if you would like to request one of the obx boys for an empty prompt go ahead!!! (the pink x)

৻ꪆ 01 - 80s!slasher!jj - phone sex

৻ꪆ 02 - john b - virginity

৻ꪆ 03 - jj - cockwarming

৻ꪆ 04 - 2000s!jock!rafe cameron - pussy eating + semi public sex

৻ꪆ 05 - toxic!exbf!john b - spanking + jealous sex

৻ꪆ 06 - rafe - fingering + cum eating

৻ꪆ 07 - x - spitting

৻ꪆ 08 - john b - size kink

৻ꪆ 09 - boynextdoor!jj - sex tape

৻ꪆ 10 - ghostface duo john b & jj - double penetration + knife play

৻ꪆ 11 - rafe - fear play + hunting you

৻ꪆ 12 - jj - beach sex

৻ꪆ 13 - stalker!john b - noncon + creampie

৻ꪆ 14 - perv!rafe - panties

৻ꪆ 15 - x - slapping

৻ꪆ 16 - historyprofesser!john b - daddy kink

৻ꪆ 17 - jj & rafe - threesome

৻ꪆ 18 - pope - dry humping

৻ꪆ 19 - boynextdoor!jj - choking

(i will be adding more as we get closer to october lol)

xoxo!

Stupid Z-band

Zed Necrodopolis X fem reader

Warnings: Smut, feral zed, breeding kink (basically), creampie, unprotected sex, this is just filth and me living out my feral zed moment.

Summary: Zed keeps tampering with his z-band in order to win the football games so him and the rest of the zombies can be accepted into Seabrook. His z-band malfunctions unexpectedly after he wins yet another game, but this time, it isn't a frenzy for human brains, it's a frenzy for you.

Seabrook High School erupted in cheers as Zed, once again, won another football game. He had tampered with his z-band to do so, but he didn't think it was a big deal— even though his arm felt like it was going to burn off any moment. You were cheering proudly along the rest of the cheerleaders— for Zed.

  Bucky shot you dirty looks, as a way to tell you not to cheer for zed— but as always, you dismissed them. Zed was your boyfriend after all... although, no one else in Seabrook High knew that. It was still too dangerous to out your relationship, since most humans still hadn't really came to terms with accepting Zombies.

  You wanted to run up and kiss Zed, but ultimately knew that wasn't the best thing to do in front of all of Seabrook. As the minutes passed by and it became later, more people left the football field. The cheerleaders were the only people left on the field, putting your stuff in your duffle bag you watched as the rest of the cheer team eventually scattered off, leaving you alone.

  Meanwhile, Zed was in the locker rooms. He threw his helmet on the bench as he panted, his face and jersey were covered in dirt and sweat, as well as his green hair, which was messily stuck to his forehead, his pale skin sticky and hot.

  Zed wanted nothing more than to take off the clad football jersey, until his wrist started burning and his Z-band started beeping red, the bold words 'OFFLINE' flashed across the small screen of the band.

  Zeds veins immediately darkened and trailed up his arms, all the way to his face. He grew paler, and the veins in his face grew darker. His fists clenched in an effort to control himself as he started to pant, though a light growl erupted from his zombie and he quickly realized this was more than a frenzy.

  He felt hot and.... aroused...

  Zeds 'game' pants felt unbelievably tight and restricted, he needed you. So, he rushed out of the locker rooms and went to the last place he saw you, the football field. Which, was completely empty now... not like his zombie cared in the moment, he would take you in front all of Seabrook in this state.

  You were bent over slightly, zipping up your cheer bag when you heard feet to grass movement and a noise between a growl and a pant. You turned around and were immediately met with Zed, you smiled before you noticed the state he was in "Zed! I'm so proud- hey, are you okay?" You asked, your face twisting with worry and concern. Zed would've melted from how sweet you sounded, but right now he couldn't control this frenzy.

  When you were in his reach, he grabbed you, yanking you with him to the middle of the football field. You let out a yelp in surprise "Zed, what are you doing?" You gasped, your voice was small and meek, and for some reason that turned on his zombie more. He said nothing, he couldn't say anything but let out a series of strained growls as his chest heaved up and down from panting; it was as if he was in heat and your eyes widened when you notice the strain in his pants.

  One of his hands went to the back of your neck, wrapping his hands around your hair, in an attempt to expose your neck to him. When he realized that wasn't enough, he yanked your head back with the hand wrapped in your hair, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you squeak out a moan.

  Zed hurried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing at every spot he could, smelling your sweat vanilla perfume which caused the veins in his hands and face to grow darker. He nipped at your neck, not enough to actually bite you, but enough to mark you. Your hands gripped onto his chest as a way to steady yourself, and your touch set him off, he growled as he threw you on the grass of the football field, not wasting a second before he climbed on top of you.

  You weren't scared, you and Zed had done this many times but not when he was like this. He was feral and didn't give you a moment to breathe, but when he ripped your cheer top in half— exposing your bare chest, you finally remembered where you both were "wait, Zed what if we get-" You gasped, but were quickly cut off when he kissed and nipped at your boobs, forcing your thighs open with one hand and sitting him self in between them.

  You were panting now, looking at your zombie boyfriend as your hands went to touch him, but again, his zombie growled as you touched him, bringing him back to the main thing he needed you for. Zed loved you, and he was always so sweet during sex, he was almost never rough, but you couldn't help how soaked you were from this whole situation.

  Zed didn't even bother to take off your cheer skirt, he only ripped the center of it and your underwear in one clean tear, you gasped when you felt him lifting your skirt up so it bunched up on your hips, you were exposed to him and his face now rested in between your thighs. Everything happened so fast you barely had time to adjust to his mouth attaching to your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your hips jolted in surprise, you managed to rest on your elbows to look at him, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist so that his hands rested on your stomach, you looked at his arms and moaned at the sight of his dark purple veins throbbing. Your eyes moved up to his face and before you could get a good look at his face he forced you back down with one of his hands that rested on your stomach.

  Zed ate you as if you were his last meal, his tongue circling your clit so effortlessly and his mouth slurping up your juices. The sounds were lewd and filthy, but it only seemed to turn his zombie on more. He ate you out as if it was for his pleasure, not staying long enough for you to cum. His zombie didn't know whether or not he wanted you like this or on all fours, and he growled impatiently as he finally decided to flip you. His zombie strength allowed him to flip you over with ease so that you were on all fours.

  You whined softly at the quick movement and turned back to look at him, your eyes widened once you realized his pale cock was now exposed, it seemed as if he was even bigger now that he 'zombied out'. He wasn't just bigger or paler, but the veins in his cock had grew darker as well and you moaned softly at the sight, but were quickly cut off when his hands grasped your hips and he forced your ass closer to him.

  Zed ran his cock back and forth between your folds, collecting your wetness just enough for him to slide into your pussy, but he didn't just go halfway in, he completely bottomed out and you let out a noise between a moan and a yelp as the tip of his cock reached the spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

  "Oh my god- Zed" You babbled out, head falling against the grass. He didn't allow you any time to adjust, but you were so soaked that the stretch didn't hurt. His zombie growled at your already fucked out tone, gripping your hips harshly as he set an unforgiving pace. The tip of his cock reached your sweet spot with every harsh thrust he gave you, you were so drunk on his cock that you didn't even care that you were in the middle of the football field.

  Zed was unable to say anything, only grunts and growls came from his lips while he panted and fucked you harshly. He couldn't stop, with each thrust he grew more animalistic and feral. His zombie wouldn't stop until he had you cumming on his cock and until he was spilling into you. The thought of him finally filling you up made his nails dig harder into your hips and his pace speed up.

  The side of your face was forced into the grass when he leaned over and pressed your head into it. Your mouth fell open as a series of moans fell past your lips. You cried out his name as he snapped his hips against yours, and you felt the coil in your lower stomach when the tip of his cock hit that place inside of you with each thrust. The hand that was on your head, which happened to be the one he had his z-band on, went to the side of you as he used his other hand to keep your hips in place.

  One of your hands gripped onto the arm he placed beside you, clawing at his arm for dear life as he fucked your brains out. Zed growled but didn't remove his arm from you, instead he fucked you even harder as he felt his release near. The need to cum inside of your pussy overwhelmed him and his zombie wasn't going to give out until he filled you up. He was so deep inside of you that you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach, and that thought alone made you cum. You cried out as your cum splashed against his cock, making him thrust even easier than before.

  Zed panted harder as his zombie kept him going, he wasn't tired by any means, but he needed to cum. So when you clenched around his cock from being so overstimulated he growled and finally spilled his cum deep inside you. You let out a gasp and your hand kept its hold on his hand that was on the ground next to your head, you whined as he didn't stop cumming. His hips had slowed and his cum dripped out of you while he was still inside of you. Your hand clawed at his z-band by accident, causing it to beep and turn green, the words 'ONLINE' finally popped up on the small screen.

  Zeds veins slowly returned to normal, but he was extremely tired and his whole body ached. He was still panting, but once his vision cleared and he noticed how fucked out you looked, he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy almost immediately and you whined. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry baby" he repeated constantly, despite the hurt his body felt from his zombie taking over for so long.

  You let out a whine in response, not able to move and he quickly realized and lifted you up and into his lap after he put his pants back on. He covered your bare chest with the ripped cheer top and pulled your cheer skirt back down as his hand cleaned off your cheek and hair which was covered in grass. Despite how sore you already started to feel, you noticed the harsh color of red on his wrist, around his z-band. "Zed... that was amazing, but you've got to stop tampering with your z-band" You managed to say, your voice weak from all the moaning and crying out you did.

  Zed cracked a small smile when you confirmed that you were okay and you enjoyed it and he sighed when you mentioned him tampering with the z-band "I know.... Just... I have to win one last game and then I'll stop" He reassured you, and you hated the fact that he had to hurt himself just to be accepted into Seabrook. You nodded softly, "promise?" You said softly, looking into his brown eyes and he gently kissed your lips "I promise..."

★ turned tables

a fic collab with @rafeyscurtainbangs

description: rafe has been your bully for as long as you remember. when you finally take the courage to stand up to him at midsummer's, it changes your relationship in more ways than one.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: mentions of bullying, violence, smut, degradation, name calling, slapping, rafe calling reader mommy.

rafe's pov:

I downed another drink before the night started, planning on getting shit faced for the entire evening. kelce was yapping about some girl as I leaned on the bar, head nodding in disinterest. where’s top? we were supposed to-

my jaw tightened as I swiveled my head to look behind me. Topper was chatting up some absolute stunner, though I could only see her from the back. she had this petite, black dress on with these black gloves that made my dick ache. her bare legs were accentuated by the thick, black boots she wore, making her as tall as topper. I smirked, watching the fat of her ass almost spill out of her dress. she was so fucking sexy. as she leaned forward to laugh, a sliver of her face got revealed. my heart stopped.

y/n?

a bubble of anger rose inside me. what the fuck was she doing around a kook like topper? I had been giving her hell since she moved here because, look at her, she just fucking deserves it. everything about her irked me, and I couldn't help myself but tear her down every time I could. she shivered at my presence around her every single time, a look of fear glazing her doe eyes. I felt excitement in makin’ her look bad, especially in a setting like this, and I wasn’t gonna miss my opportunity. I walked over to them, my presence making her freeze.

"hey top.... y/n" shooting her a look. she held her drink tighter, keeping her eyes on him.

"oh... hey, rafe, what are you doing here...." topper said confusedly, as if I was cock blocking him.

"oh, nothing, just had to ask y/n what she's doin’ here... you know the help isn't allowed out here, right?" I spat, a smirk creeping on my face at her embarrassment. I could see her coward away, a look of shame on her face.

"rafe, c'mon man—" topper sighed, but I interjected.

"no, no, no—" I laughed, seeing the tears glisten on her waterline. "—I just think it's really rude of her to come to our soirée when she knows she's not fuckin’ welcome here by anyone.” I knew I hit the dagger when she took a deep breath, turning to topper.

She stepped toward the bar, moving in front of me in an attempt to cut me off. She wobbled on her pretty little heels, sloshing her drink slightly. 

“Why don’t you have another mai tai, princess?” I taunt before she slams her tumblr glass on the counter.

“Oh, no… Shit. Did you need some liquid courage to talk to Top? I asked in a smug tone. 

She rolls out her neck slightly, taking a little breath. “No… Just needed a little liquid courage to be around you, Cameron.”

“You should be so fuckin’ lucky,” I sigh. 

"topper— can I have a private word with rafe?" she smiled sweetly, her hand swiping away a tear. she walked away, looking behind her to gesture for me to follow.

★

she walked up the stairs and into the resort, maneuvering through the white hallways until she entered an empty room. I followed her eagerly, wondering what she was gonna do to me. I bit my lip as I let my mind wander. she definitely wants to fuck, why else would she want to "talk with me in private"? Fuck I wanna talk too. Might be a little hard with her mouth shoved full of my cock. my dick got hard thinking about her on her knees for me, begging me to finally accept her.

she closed the door on us before turning to me, making me instinctively lick my lips. she walked up to me close, her face sweet as she looked at me.

"why'd you pull me in here, baby, finally come to your senses and let a kook use you?" I teased, undoing my belt.

"...mmm not quite," she purred, smiling as she took her gloves off. it would be a lie if I said she wasn't turning me on right now. I couldn't wait to fuck-

after a swift movement of her arm, I grabbed my face in pain, her hand hit my cheek, hard. the look in her eyes was scary, making me step back in fear. what the fuck was that? I stood there in shock at her actions, tears welling in my eyes from the pain. Before I could get a word out, she grabbed me by my collar, pushing me into the wall with her forearm on my throat, knocking the wind out of my chest.

"you better watch what you fuckin’ say to me next time," she spat. her intensity gave me chills. I cowered away at her anger, too stunned to speak. "tell me you understand me," she hissed as she dug her forearm into my throat harder. I couldn't talk, let alone breath, her new persona had me frozen to the wall. "I said, tell me you fucking understand me" she raised her voice. holy fucking shit.

"god- fuck I understand!" I quivered, bending over to grab my throat as she let go.

she scoffed at my weakness, putting her gloves back on as she straightened herself out. She looked at my limp figure as she strolled toward the door; my cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as I continued to cough and tear up from her actions.She looks back at me in disgust, sucking her teeth as she tries her best to hold back a laugh. “pull yourself together because Jesus Christ, Cameron… I barely touched you.” I swallowed hard, her words ringing in my mind as her beautiful, cruel eyes flickered back to mine. “Pussy.”

★

I couldn't think straight the whole night. After I had the courage to return to the party, I immediately regretted it.

"yo rafe, we've been looking for you- oh shit," topper exclaimed, seeing the bright red handprint on my face. him and kelce started laughing uncontrollably, frustrating me deeply. "hey- she finally put you in your place!" kelce boomed. "—oh, the tables turned for you, didn't they, cameron?" topper cried, laughing; he and kelce falling over each other.

upon their teases, my eyes landed on y/n, who was staring right back at me. her eyes softened, and her posture slouched; how was she the same person who had just hit the fuck out of me in the backroom? I shook my head, embarrassed and flustered from what the night had become.

y/n's pov

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I whimpered to myself as I walked to the car, leaving midsummer's. why the fuck did I do that. you couldn't believe you finally stood up to your bully, rafe cameron. it was relief mixed in with guilt—guilt about how you could've handled the situation better. but did you see the look on his face? he was absolutely stunned and fearful at your new attitude towards him. you winced as you replayed his shaking eyes, looking back at you, holding his tears back from the pain. you shook your head, needing to sort things out with him. you needed to say sorry, or else it would haunt you forever. you drove over to tanneyhill in the dead of the night, still in your clothes from the party. you pulled up to the mansion, walking up to the porch in a hurry.

you knocked on the door, hoping that someone would answer. it was extremely late in the night, but luckily, you were greeted by rose, who looked like she was just about to leave.

"oh- hi, sweetheart, can I help you?"

"Hi, can I see rafe? I need to tell him something." you fidgeted with your gloves.

"oh um—" she looked behind her. "—I think he's sleeping already, but you could go and look" she smiled, letting you in before leaving the house. you thanked her, walking past her as she pointed which room he was in on the second floor. you got to his door, heart beating out of your chest.

"rafe?" you whispered, knocking quietly. no answer. you sighed in frustration, not wanting to go in there unannounced. you had no choice when you were met with silence on the other side of the door, slowly turning the knob and peaking your head into the dark room. he was nowhere to be seen. you slowly trickled in, closing the door before moving slowly as you searched around for him. you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard sounds coming from his bathroom, but no light came from the crack beneath the door. you walked up to the door, putting your ear on it.

he was whining, incoherent words babbling from his mouth. you couldn't tell what was going on until you listened closer.

"...y/n... fuck, please..." he groaned in a needy, high pitch voice, slick sounds of his fist shaking his length barely audible. you stepped back, putting your hand over your mouth as you realized he was jerking off, to you. you listened again, the wetness between your legs flooding at his sounds."need it s'bad, mommy fuck-" he begged. you stared at the doorknob before twisting it open. you flipped the lights on to see rafe leaned over the bathroom sink, his blue suit undone and cock in his hand, body shaking from the pleasure. his movements jolted at you, barging in, hiding his exposed self from you.

"god, y/n- what the fuck!" he cried. he didn't sound mad, more like embarrassed.

all of a sudden, a switch flipped in you, and you're guilt for him subsided. you slowly began feeling the power you had over him in that backroom at midsummer's, making your eyes turn darker as you stared at him with lust. "y/n, get out..." he cried weakly, the red mark on his face still prominent.

"aw baby.... did I do that?" you fake pouted, walking up to him and caressing his red marked face. he took in sharp breaths, nodding like a child at your words. crazy as it sounds, he was desperate for you to yell at him again and show him how much power you had. your new aura was driving him crazy.you bit your lip, tsk'ing as you looked him up and down. he was pathetic and soon to be putty in your hands. you looked below at his aching hardom he was trying to hide from you. "did I do that too?" you cooed, referring to his leaking, aching hard-on. your gloved hand caressed the length as he moaned, nodding his head feverishly.

”what, baby? no words?” you whispered in a soft pouted tone. “that’s not like you. you’re usually runnin’ your mouth like a fuckin’ bitch,” you whisper, swatting your gloved hand against his cock, making him gasp and double-over, puffing out a breath. “shoulda figured you had a momma kink. pathetic little boys usually do,” you sigh as you reach behind your back, grabbing your zipper. 

rafe stands their dumbfounded as the metal splays open, peeling the material off your body, leaving you in the lingerie you put on on the off-chance that you got lucky with topper. he stands there, mouth agape, like a deer in the headlights, eyes falling down your body, a pathetic moan creeping out his throat. “holy shit,” he pants. You turn around on your heels, rafe quick to follow behind you like a puppy as you walk into his room. 

he unfastens his bow tie, letting it lay loose on his broad chest, ripping at the buttons of his shirt, his eyes trained on your body. “You know, cameron. this isn’t middle school. If you wanted my pussy you coulda just begged like a real man,” you scold as you grab him by the collar of his shirt, shoving the 6'2 mess of a man onto his bed as he fumbles over his words still. “Does he speak?” You ask condescendingly, raising an eyebrow as he looks back at you in awe and horror. 

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect—” he whimpers, his voice hoarse and worn with lust. “—just perfect for me. fuck… you're. you're-” he babbles as you climb onto the foot of his bed, crawling toward him slowly. “i’m what? thought you didn’t want me? i thought i wasn’t welcome around you? now you're whimpering and fisting your dick in the sink… to me?”

“yeah-“ 

“say. it.” 

“i’m whimpering and f-fisting my dick in the sink.”

“like a?”

”like a - like… fuck. like,” his voice trails away as you tug at his slacks, the blonde quickly yanking them down his thighs embarrassingly fast. 

you mock his stammer, looking at him with the same dumb expression he’s wearing. "what did I call you after I slapped you? I need to hear you say it before I think about touching you.”

“a bitch?” he responds hastily, going with a safe answer. looking at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for you to praise him. 

“try again.” 

“a pussy…” he whispers. nodding with you as you confirm his answer, a smile spreading across his lips that he actually got it right— the man so blissed out he’d call himself whatever it took just to get a piece of you. 

“that’s right, rafey. you’re a pussy. are you a virgin too? Your boxers are still on… Did you want me to rub one out through the fabric or what?” you ask through a laugh. he tugs his boxers down just as fast as his slacks, his body rigid against the headboard. His cock slaps against his toned body, precum leaking down his sweat-glazed skin. 

you wrap your gloved hand around his thick dick making him whine and whimper out your name. your satin gloves move up and down his long cock. rafe takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, muscles flexing at the sight of you. 

”take the glove off, y/n. please! please, take the gloves off,” he corrects himself quickly, praying you’ll forgive his lack of manners, tears gathering in his eyes, cheeks flushed red because he knows you won’t. 

“who’s in charge, rafe?” you ask as you wind up, slapping the flesh of his inner thigh, making him yelp, the tears gathered in his eyes roll down his cheeks.

”y-”

*SLAP*

you crack his thigh again before he can even get the word out. his beautiful blue eyes stare at you pooled with lust, cheating heaving with his panting breaths, body trembling with adrenaline. “you’re in charge, princess.” 

“princess?”

”mommy…” He hums as you start to stroke again. “please… m’begging you. please. please. please. take off the glove.” 

“no,” you smile sweetly. 

“no?” He whines through a huffed breath.

“touch this dirty dick with my bare hands? no. I am in charge, rafe. I make the rules. and, I can change my mind whenever I’d like so you better start acting like a man that deserves this pussy.” 

rafe looks back at you like time’s stopped completely, fluttering his lashes, completely surprised. “your pussy? you’re gonna let me fuck you?” his thigh tremble uncontrollably, breath shuddering from the pleasure you’re giving him and the thought of more. the though of your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his dick. 

”you should be so lucky,” you hiss, using his words from midsummers as you pull off his cock. he gasps, wanting desperately to cum; you, edging him cruelly instead. his head falls back in sexual exhaustion, hitting his wooden headboard with a thud, his eyes pinching shut, the blonde was so hard it hurt. 

his eyes lift open as you stand up on the bed, pulling your panties down your thighs, tossing them to the side. he looks up at you half-lidded, his bottom lip quivering with want, as you lower yourself onto him. your wet cunt pressed against his upper thighs just inches away from where he wants you most. you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath. 

you grind nice and slow, lifting your hands a little higher, grabbing both ends of his undone bow tie. you lean in slightly, teasing him further, the eldest Cameron tilting in as well just hoping for your lips against his.

“I fuckin’ hate you, Rafe.” 

“I’m sorry,” he answers pitifully. “I’m so sorry, I-”

”I’m not done,” you tut. ”I fuckin’ hate you. I hate that you think you’re better than me. I hate that you treat me like shit. I hate that you can’t treat me with respect. I had to break you first.” 

“You deserve respect,” he whispers as you loop the bow tie around his neck fully, his eyes widening by the second. 

“yeah? no shit.” you pull both sides hard, tightening the satin fabric around his neck as tight as you can. he grits his teeth, sputtering out a breath, spit seeping out of the corner of his lips. his eyes roll back in his skull, his muscles stuttering, rafe cumming in ropes on his body and yours—his dick completely untouched. you snicker at the mess. rafe’s cheeks blushing in complete and utter embarrassment. “I’m sorry. please - just please don’t stop, mommy. m’sorry. Alright? I never do that. just keep goin’-“

”you think I’m gonna stop?” you ask in disbelief as you wrap your fingers around the base off his dick, pulling to his throbbing tip, making his mouth hang open. you lean in brushing your lips against his, pulling back as his lips chase yours. “i’m gonna ride your cock ‘til you’re crying for me, princess.”

“i love you,” he mumbles drunkenly against yours lips. 

“sure you do.” you grab the cum-laced glove shoving it between his lips, making his eyes double. he moans around the satin as you grab his dick, slamming down on his lap, your drenched pussy taking him all. 

you reach behind your back, unclasping your bra as you start to bounce on his cock. rafe whimpers and cries get swallowed up in the material, completely overstimulated. you grab his wrists, guiding him to grab your tits. he squeezes and pinches, and you scold him with a slap across the cheek again, earning a whimper from him.

you feel your stomach start to coil with pleasure, your release within reach. you grab the gloves from rafe’s mouth, making him reach for a full breath. “sh-shit,” he stammers. “fuck. you gonna cum, mommy?” he asks hopefully, feeling you tightening around him, the sloppy sounds of your cunt filling his bedroom. you whimpered in response, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. 

“play with my pussy, rafe.” he nods submissively, rubbing little circles with his rough fingers. you throw your head back, rafe’s lips quickly finding your neck, kissing wherever he can reach, your body too close to your climax to reprimand him for not asking first. 

“m’gonna cum,” you moan. 

“come on, pretty. so fucking good to me,” he mumbles hot against your neck. you lose your tempo  and he snatches your hips in his large hands, fucking up into you, his cheeks wet his tears. 

you match his gaze, teetering on the edge of your climax. he looks at you pleadingly, praying you won’t tell him to stop completely and finish you off with his fingers. “such a good boy for mommy,” you shudder between panting breaths. “maybe I’ll let you cum in my pussy-”

he whines and cries pitifully, your words having the ultimate effect, rafe doing just that. You smile wickedly, grabbing his flushed, tears-drench cheeks in your slight hands. he matches you gaze as you bounce of his laps, sobbing like a child telling it "feels so fucking good’ ‘please, mommy, please,” as he begs for your orgasm.

“look at you,” you moan as you hit your finish, clenching and creaming around his cock as he buries himself in your chest, his big body fighting for air. you grab his cheeks, prying his face off of you, forcing his beautiful, pathetic gaze on yours as he looks back at you consumed in only thoughts of you. not wanting to mess up by speaking, just waiting for your beautiful words. 

you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss against his quivering lips. his big strong arm wraps around your waist, making you smile with satisfaction about how easily it would be for him to have overpowered you from the jump but this is what he wants. 

you brush his bangs out of his face, capturing his chin between your manicured fingers. 

“good boy.”

thank you so much to @rafeyscurtainbangs for helping me like crazy to write this!!! loved collabing with you 💗🤭

WAKING UP TO YOU ₍₁₎

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe, mention of drugs, like one f word

authors note: i need to stop making new series when i havent even finished my last 😭 i get so bored when i near the end of a series LMAO im so sorry. guaranteed this is about to be my next potential series if people like it !!

next

you wake up with a start, disoriented, the remnants of sleep clinging to you like a heavy fog.

the first thing you notice is the warmth of the sun pouring through the windows, casting golden stripes across the room. you blink slowly, your surroundings coming into focus, and that's when the confusion sets in. this isn’t your apartment.

it’s . . . tannyhill. the camerons’ house. the place you’ve only ever seen on screen, the walls adorned with the unmistakable coastal vibe of the outer banks.

you push yourself up on your elbows, heart racing as you try to piece together what happened. just last night, you were in your own bed, scrolling through your phone, drifting off to sleep amidst the noise of the city. how did you end up here, in this bed, in this house?

your mind races, trying to catch up with your senses.

the sheets feel soft against your skin, and you notice the faint scent of salt and something warm, familiar, clinging to the pillow next to you. it feels like a dream, and the longer you sit there, the more bizarre it all seems.

no.

your heart starts to pound. this is wrong. you were in your apartment last night, you were sure of it. how could you be here now? how could any of this be happening?

you take in the opulence of the room. it's exactly like the show, down to the little details you never thought you'd see in person. the bed feels massive, the room impossibly large.

the panic begins to rise in your chest, your breaths becoming shallow as your mind races to make sense of it all.

and then, from the corner of your eye, you see movement. the door to the balcony swings open, and your blood turns to ice.

rafe?

he steps inside as casually as if he’s done this a hundred times before. and he probably has—because in this world, it looks like waking up next to you is normal for him. but for you? this is waking up next to a stranger, someone you’ve only seen on a screen, a character, an actor.

and yet, here he is, in the flesh, shirtless with his t-shirt dangling loosely in his hand like he’s about to put it on.

you freeze, eyes locking onto his bare chest, the sight almost too surreal to process. his body is toned, like you’ve seen a few times in his films, but now he's standing here, so nonchalant, as if this is all part of your routine together.

your breath catches, panic bubbling up inside as your mind screams at you to make sense of it. but no sense can be made. he’s real. he’s right there.

he catches your gaze and pauses for a beat, his expression calm, almost indifferent, as he pulls the shirt over his head. there’s no shock in his eyes, no alarm at your presence. instead, there’s a faint, almost ghostly hint of a smile on his lips, like he’s seeing something that comforts him. like this is just another morning. another day with you.

“you were sleeping for a while,” he says, his voice low, calm, as if you’re supposed to know exactly what he’s talking about.

but you don’t. you can’t.

your heart is pounding so hard you swear he must hear it. you feel like you're glued to the spot, unable to move or speak. he words are there, tangled in your throat, but no sound escapes.

and rafe? he doesn’t even notice. he’s too busy pulling the shirt over his head, smoothing it out with one hand as he heads toward the dresser, rummaging for something—maybe his keys, maybe a wallet. your eyes follow him, wide and unblinking.

every little detail is telling you this is really happening. the weight of the sheets, the soft scent of the ocean drifting in from the open balcony, the way rafe moves so effortlessly around the space—it all feels too tangible. too vivid.

he throws a glance over his shoulder, not catching the absolute terror that must be written across your face. instead, he just adds, “you good?” like, yeah, just a weird morning. what the hell are you supposed to say?

he turns back to whatever he’s doing, seemingly satisfied with your silence, and your mind is racing.

your eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that could anchor you back to reality, something that tells you this is just a dream, that you’ll wake up in your own bed any second now. but nothing happens. you’re still here. still watching rafe cameron move around like this is just another ordinary day.

and then he looks at you again, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he’s starting to sense that something’s off. not that he’s alarmed—he’s just . . . curious. “one of those realistic dreams again?”

the question hits you like a freight train. the way he says it, so casual, so knowing, makes your stomach churn. it’s clear that, in this reality, the version of you he knows has had these ‘realistic dreams’ before. does he think this is just another one of those?

you know you have to respond, have to say something to keep him from getting suspicious, so, you muster the courage to mutter, “yeah . . . something like that.”

the words feel foreign on your tongue, forced, like they don’t even belong to you. your voice sounds small, uncertain, and you hope he doesn’t pick up on it. but rafe? he just nods.

“i’m heading out to take care of some business,” he tells you, vague, the way he always is when it comes to whatever shady dealings he’s involved in. his voice has that low, dry edge to it, like he’s not too concerned with explaining more than he has to.

you swallow, your mind racing. business. you’ve seen the show. you know what kind of business he’s talking about. barry, he’s a drug dealer. or his dad, ward, who’s capable of anything.

suddenly, you wonder just where you are in the timeline of this world. does it follow the plot of the show? or is this some kind of alternate version of it, where different rules apply?

your eyes stay locked on him as he steps closer, and suddenly, the air shifts. he’s walking toward you with a purpose, and something in the way he moves makes you realize what’s coming before it even happens. you’ve seen this before—rafe being possessive, intense. you know what he’s about to do. but knowing still doesn’t prepare you for it.

he leans down, his hand brushing your hair back gently as his lips press against yours in a kiss that’s too soft, too familiar for how absolutely terrified you feel. the moment his lips touch yours, your mind goes blank.

you feel it—the warmth, the pressure, the sensation of his breath mingling with yours. it’s real. it’s terrifyingly, unmistakably real.

when he pulls back, you’re frozen. your hand instinctively reaches up to touch your lips, your mind racing with the reality of it. this isn’t just a dream. dreams don’t feel this real.

rafe pauses, noticing how off you are, his eyes narrowing as he studies your expression. he tilts his head slightly, and for a second, there’s something almost tender in his gaze.

“hey . . .” his voice is low, murmuring like he’s trying to ground you. “i’ll see you later, alright?”

you can’t speak. your throat feels too tight, your brain too scrambled to form words. you just nod, barely, enough to make him think you’re okay.

he gives you one last look, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face before he turns and walks out of the room, disappearing into the hallway.

you don’t move for what feels like minutes. the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance is the only thing grounding you as your mind whirls. you’re trapped in his world—his reality—and there’s no telling how or why. but the one thing you do know?

this is real. too real.

because if this isn’t a dream . . . then where the hell are you?

the slam of the front door echoes through the quiet house, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches, the reality of everything sinking in, and you can’t help the way your hands start to tremble.

you sit up carefully, trying not to make a sound as you pull the covers off your body. your skin prickles from the cool air against your bare legs, and when you glance down, you realize you’re only in a shirt—one that definitely isn’t yours—and your undergarments. it hits you all at once: this is rafe’s shirt. his scent clings to it, the familiar mix of cologne and something inherently him.

your feet touch the cold wooden floor as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, toes curling at the sudden chill. every movement feels deliberate, cautious, like any wrong step could wake you from this strange, twisted dream—or worse, prove it’s not a dream at all.

quietly, you push yourself off the bed, heart hammering in your chest as you make your way to the door. you peek your head out, eyes scanning the hallway. it’s empty. eerily quiet. thank god. but the silence makes everything feel even more surreal.

you pull back into the room quickly, your fingers brushing your hair behind your ears, trying to still the panic rising in your chest. you need answers. you need to figure out what’s happening—and fast.

your gaze darts to the nightstand, where your phone sits charging. finally.

you grab it with shaky hands and immediately swipe it open, your fingers moving fast as you pull up your contacts list. the plan forms in your head as you scroll, desperate. maybe this is all some elaborate prank. maybe your friends are messing with you, and any second now, someone’s going to pop out and yell “gotcha!”

but as you scroll, the names that appear make your stomach drop. none of them are familiar. faces and names you’ve never seen before fill your screen—until you see his name.

rafe.

then sarah. wheezie. even ward and rose.

your breath catches in your throat as you keep scrolling. it’s his family. it’s them.

you swallow hard, continuing to scroll, fingers trembling as the names blur together until you see the ones that make your heart stop.

jj. pope. kiara. john b.

the pogues.

you stare at the names for a second, your brain short-circuiting. your thumb hovers over jj’s contact, the one name that stands out to you more than the others.

without giving yourself time to second-guess it, you hit ‘call.’ the ringing fills the silence of the room, and your pulse quickens with every passing second.

the ringing feels like it goes on forever. each tone stretching out the anticipation, the nerves, the sinking realization that someone is actually going to pick up. your heart races, and just when you consider hanging up, a click echoes through the phone line.

“y/n?”

you flinch, eyes widening, mouth falling open. it’s him. it takes a few seconds for you to even remember how to speak, your mind stalling out completely. then you somehow force out, “hey, i just wanted to see how you’re . . . doing.”

the words stumble out of your mouth in a mess, and you internally cringe at how awful it sounds. god, could you be any worse at this? you wouldn’t blame jj if he called you out for the obvious lie, the way your voice shakes just slightly with every word.

but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. instead, he sounds casual. like he’s known you for years. “yeah, i’m good. why? do you wanna come over? kie’s here.”

your mind reels. kiara’s there? you’re friends with kiara? that’s news to you, but good to know. in this world, apparently, you’re on good terms with the pogues, at least you think.

you quickly pull the phone away from your ear to glance at the time, realizing it’s probably morning. or maybe early afternoon. time doesn’t even feel real right now.

“yeah, i’ll . . . i’ll come over,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant even though nothing about this is normal. the words slip out of your mouth before you really think them through. “where is over?”

“the wreck,” jj replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. right. of course. “but be quick.”

your chest tightens. why do you need to be quick? fear creeps into your voice as you ask, “why?”

there’s a pause, one that feels like it stretches forever, before jj finally responds, his tone softening. “cause we miss you.”

and then, just like that, he hangs up.

you blink, staring down at the phone in your hand as if it’ll give you answers. it doesn’t. you’re left standing there, your mind racing, trying to process what just happened. they miss you?

the idea that jj misses you, that kiara’s waiting for you at the wreck, is both exciting and terrifying.

your eyes dart around the room, like maybe you’ll find some clue that explains how this is all happening, but there’s nothing. just the same four walls, rafes room, his scent lingering in the air, and the echo of jj’s voice in your head.

your mind spins as you sit on the edge of the bed. what is going on in this world?

the characters you know from the show are behaving so . . . normal, so real. there are these new relationships, bits of information that seem to imply some kind of history, things that don’t align with what you know. you’re in their world, but there are gaps—huge, gaping blanks that terrify you because you don’t know what role you’re even supposed to be playing.

you glance around the room, trying to calm yourself as you get up to grab some clothes, already dreading the ride to the wreck.

how the hell are you actually supposed to get to the fucking wreck?

a/n: let me know if u would like to be part of the tag list thru any replies, anons, dms, etc !! notifications are always on <3 this will also lowkey be a jj & rafe x reader series i fear