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“I wanna lay you down, I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine”
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© sfoiasturn | est. jan 2025
inspired by @chrisweetheart
last divider from @hyuneskkami
pairing: Dark!Farmer!Clark Kent x Reader
synopsis: You've always lived down the street from the Kent Farm in a broken home. You were always the barefoot, soft-spoken, and easily forgotten little girl. Except now, Clark is running the family farm, and you're not so little anymore.
warnings: age gap, abused!poor!reader, injured reader, caregiver dynamics, emotional manipulation, dubcon, hurt/comfort, possessive!clark, morally gray clark, power imbalance, krypto being a menace
word count: 5k
The knock on the door was so faint that Clark was sure he was the only person on planet Earth who heard it. He lowered the mug of hot coffee that he’d almost taken a sip of. Krypto was already at the front door. He let out a single bark before he rested back on his hind legs. He thought of every visitor as a new toy for him to play with. Clark stepped in front of the unruly beast, protecting whoever was on the other side of the door, before cracking it open.
Clark’s brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of you. He didn’t expect how much he would have to lower his gaze to take all of you in. Your head tilted so far down he could barely make out your features. That was your intention, undoubtedly, as you held out a wicker basket in front of you, towards him.
Dark! Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader x Dark! Nate Jacobs
Warnings: mention of previous NON CON, sexual content, light choking kink, size kink, controlling & obsessive behavior, extreme jealousy, abuse, violence, mention of drugs & alcohol, bullying, classism & discrimination, psychotic! Rafe...
A/N: Long chapter to hopefully justify the long wait. Let me know your thoughts and opinions!
The morning starts slow—warm light leaking through your curtains, the lazy hum of the ceiling fan, the familiar comfort of your brother moving around the house. He smells like work and sleep and motor oil, already half-dressed for the garage even though it’s barely ten. He mutters a tired good morning on his way out, and you nod back, grateful he’s too exhausted to notice how giddy you are inside.
It’s your first real day off in a while. No uniform. No polos. No running tickets at the club while pretending you don’t feel someone watching you from across the course.
Just a normal summer day.
You pull on your bikini—the one that makes you feel a little prettier than usual—then toss a loose, sun-softened T-shirt on top. Shorts. Sandals. You’re not even fully awake, but your body moves easily, like it’s been waiting for something good.
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: You were so desperate to make Rafe Cameron yours that you never thought a day would come where you didn't want him to be.
Warnings: NON-CON, mentions of blood, loss of virginity, witchcraft, yandere behavior, morally ambiguous reader, pogue!reader
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OOOORGH
he’s pathetic which i love even though it’s not by his own conscious will. which absolutely makes it hotter…
+ love how reader can do no wrong in his eyes. i’m a twisted woman so i can foresee reader getting fed up with him & trying everything in existence to get rid of him (trying to ghost him, cheating, restraining order) and failing ultimately 😭 bc again she can do no wrong in his eyes. he’d think he’s the problem n try to fix it somehow.
Reader enjoying rafe's moans during it
Whimpering
Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron × Girlfriend!Reader
Warnings: explicit smut, whimpering!Rafe, overstimulation, messy desperate sex, language.
You’d never heard him like this before.
Rafe was usually composed, controlled—even when he fucked you rough, his voice was low, dark, gritted through his teeth. But tonight. Tonight was different.
His forehead was pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple, his hips snapping into you with desperate rhythm. And every thrust tore another sound out of him—high, shaky, ragged whimpers that he couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck—oh, fuck, baby,” he gasped, his breath hot against your lips. His voice cracked mid-word, his body trembling as he pushed deeper. “You’re—so fucking tight, I can’t—I can’t—”
You were gone. The second you heard that first broken moan fall from his lips, your body reacted on instinct—clenching around him so hard it made his knees buckle.
He whined. A full-on whine that had your head spinning. “Don’t—don’t do that, baby, please, I’ll lose it—”
You tightened again on purpose, watching his face twist, his eyes squeeze shut as another shaky groan broke free. The sound alone had you gasping, clutching at his shoulders, your nails dragging down his damp skin.
“God, you’re killing me,” he babbled, fucking into you harder now, desperate. His lips brushed your jaw, your ear, whispering messy curses between moans. “Fuck—I’m—please, don’t stop—don’t stop clenching me like that, I’ll—fuck—”
The way his voice cracked on the last word wrecked you. Your body was out of control, pulsing around him with every thrust, squeezing him tighter, milking every whimper he tried and failed to swallow back.
He was loud now, too loud. Each thrust knocked another moan, another broken plea out of him. He was panting against your mouth, half-kissing you, half-crying into your lips as his thrusts grew sloppy.
“Baby, I can’t—oh, fuck—I can’t hold it,” he whined, his hips stuttering. “You feel so—oh my god—you feel so good, please, let me—”
You couldn’t take it anymore. The sounds spilling from his lips, the way he was unraveling under you, the raw need dripping from every moan—it pushed you right over the edge. Your body seized, your walls clamped down around him in waves, and he broke completely.
The loudest sound you’d ever heard ripped out of him—half-growl, half-whimper as he spilled inside you, collapsing against your body. His hips kept moving, shallow, desperate thrusts, like he was chasing every last ounce of high he could get.
You were shaking, wrecked, your body twitching beneath him. But you couldn’t stop listening. Every shaky breath, every broken moan he let out into your neck, every soft whimper of your name it burned itself into your brain.
When he finally stilled, chest heaving against yours, his lips brushed your skin in soft, messy kisses. He was still whining a little under his breath, every exhale broken like he hadn’t fully come down yet.
MISSED YOU | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ⌗6
❥ shy!reader riding rafe’s bicep.
based on this ask !
warnings : smut under the cut (mdni) , bicep/arm kink , kind of inexperienced!reader , bicep riding obviously , soft!rafe (kinda) , praise , pet names ( baby, doll )
also this is my first time writing so i’m so sorry if it’s bad and my first language isn’t english so sorry if there’s any spelling errors
“ you know i can see you staring baby “ rafe chuckled as he saw you staring at his biceps — a little too long. And when he saw your cheeks turning a light shade of pink? he knew enough, but still you tried to deny it.
“ w-what? no i wasn’t– “ but you both knew you were lying. you’ve been staring at his biceps for what feels like hours. “ you like them baby? like how big they are hm? “ he asked, your thighs pressed together even harder than they already were, and you nod slowly, like a kid who’s been caught taking candy out of the cupboard when you were clearly told not to.
“ so cute , you wanna touch them ? “ he asks, already knowing the answer as you got closer to him. you slowly run your manicured nails over his biceps , and you just look up at him, innocently batting your pretty lashes at him. “ they’re so.. big.. “ she practically whispered, but loud enough for rafe to hear and he let out a soft chuckle.
“ i have an idea baby, come on “ he grabs your hand and starts leading you both upstairs. he opens the door to his bedroom and he lets you go inside first, because ladies always go first (duh??).
he walked after you and closed the door, which he didn’t bother locking because they were alone in the house for a few days anyways, ward had left for a business trip, rose went on a short vacation and she took wheezie with her, and sarah hasn’t been home for a few days as she’s always running off to god knows where with her pogue friends.
“ so what was your great idea? “ you ask, just go get a smirk from rafe in return “ c’mere baby “ he sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you on his lap. his hands immediately grip your waist. “ d’you wanna ride it? “ he asked with a shameless grin on his face. “ i don’t know how to , rafe… “ you weren’t inexperienced, you’ve done almost everything you can think of with rafe, but you’ve just never done this.
“ i’ll help you baby, ‘s gonna feel good c’mon “ before he lays back on the bed he takes his shirt off, showing his muscular upper body, you bite your lip at the sight, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second.
rafe is laid back on the bed, his head resting against the pillows, his arms by his side, flexing his muscles, and you, still on his lap, almost too turned on to think. “come sit on it , doll “ you lick your lips and slightly nod, slowly crawling off his lap.
rafe cameron and his drive for overstimming his gf :(
✧ warnings: oral (f!receiving, porn w no plot, p in v, overstim)
"rafe, please," you pleaded for the tenth time tonight, desperately trying to push your boyfriend off your plush, trembling thighs. "can't take it anymore." a harsh smack landed on your skin, earning him a small whine from you. "haven't had my fill, angel."
reader and rafe first time having sex- readers not a virgin, but rafe is just bigger than she’s had before🤭🫣 talking her through it, being gentle, massaging her tits and back to help distract her from the difference 🥹
— fucking big dick bf!rafe for the first time
warnings — size difference, unprotected sex, lewd language
you're stretched out beneath rafe on his bed, every muscle in your body tense, your fingers gripping his biceps so tightly your knuckles are white. this isn't your first time, not by a long shot, but it might as well be. you've never felt anything like this — like him. he's only partially inside you, but the sheer, thick pressure is already overwhelming, stretching you in a way that borders on painful. a whimper escapes your lips, part discomfort, part frustration.
he immediately stills, his expression softening from intense desire to genuine concern. "hey, look at me," he murmurs, waiting until your wide, anxious eyes meet his. "we can stop if you want…"
you shake your head quickly, a stubborn refusal mixed with your fear. you want this. you want him. "no," you whisper, your voice shaky. "don't stop. it's just… a lot."
a slow, understanding smile touches his lips, tinged with a hint of pride. "i know," he says softly. "i know. just relax for me. let your body get used to it. i'll go slow."
he doesn't move inside you yet. instead, his hand, large and warm, comes up to cup your breast. the unexpected touch is a welcome distraction. his thumb brushes gently over your nipple through the thin lace of your bra.
"just focus on this," he whispers, his gaze dropping to watch his own hand. he circles your nipple with his thumb, the slight friction sending a pleasant jolt through you, pulling your focus away from the intense pressure between your legs. "feel good?"
you manage a shaky nod, your grip on his arms loosening slightly as you concentrate on the new sensation. he continues the gentle ministrations, his touch patient, deliberate. he leans down, his mouth replacing his hand, sucking at your nipple through the fabric, the wet heat making you gasp. while he distracts you, he pushes forward just a fraction of an inch more, a slow, careful stretching.
you tense again, but the pleasure from his mouth on your breast is a powerful distraction, keeping the pain from overwhelming you completely. he teases you with his tongue, sucks gently, his other hand moving to your other breast, palming it, weighing it. he's deliberately dividing your senses, coaxing your body into relaxing, into accepting him.
"that's it," he praises against your skin, feeling the subtle shift as your muscles begin to yield. "you're doing so good, baby. so tight f'me." he moves again, another slow, deliberate inch, burying himself deeper. you gasp, but this time it's mixed with a flicker of genuine pleasure.
he continues this patient assault on your senses — the hot pull of his mouth, the gentle kneading of his hands, all while slowly, painstakingly, inch by agonising inch, sinking himself fully inside you. by the time he's completely sheathed, you’re panting, a confusing mix of discomfort, relief, and arousal.
he pulls back slightly, looking down at you, his eyes dark with barely restrained passion. "see?" he murmurs, his hand still gently squeezing your breast. "knew you could take it all."
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© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!
˚୨୧⋆ .ᐟ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . . SLYTHERIN!MATT
ꫂ᭪ sixth year. pure blood. girls swoon over him. radiohead on repeat. the kind of boy your parents warned you about. silent stares. perfect grades. soft heart but cold eyes. wants you to hate him. hates that you don’t. old books. defense against the dark arts. favorite spell is sectumsempra. favored by professor snape. hooks up with you in secret.
˚୨୧⋆ .ᐟ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . . GRYFFINDOR!CHRIS
ꫂ᭪ sixth year. pure blood. top chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team. care of magical creatures class. favorite spell is expelliarmus. very empathetic. he’d burn down all of hogwarts just for you. has had a huge crush on you for a while. always breaking school rules. insanely charming.
˚୨୧⋆ .ᐟ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . . HUFFLEPUFF!NICK
ꫂ᭪ sixth year. pure blood. your best friend. always your go to person to gossip with. poetry. herbology. the smiths. favorite spell is protego. observes in silence. worries for you a lot. has a pet cat in his dorm. always has a bright smile. knows what’s going on between you matt and chris. yellow.
˚୨୧⋆ .ᐟ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . . RAVENCLAW!READER
ꫂ᭪ fifth year. half blood. hooks up with matt on the low. spills all the tea to nick. liked chris in the past but thought they should remain friends. smartest of all the ravenclaws. books books books. did i mention books? lana del rey. ancient runes class. favorite spell is confundus. started off the year quiet. now the whole school knows her name. finds comfort in studying. libraries. vinyl records. flawless grades.
♥︎ 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘼 𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙇 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 . . .
you’re a fifth-year ravenclaw at hogwarts, sharp-witted, observant, and more guarded than you let on. you’ve always kept your heart at a distance, busy burying yourself in books, potions essays, and the safety of knowing exactly who you are. until now.
chris sturniolo, a sixth-year gryffindor, was once your closest friend. he liked you, a lot. everyone knew it. but he never said anything, and you never asked. maybe it was bad timing. maybe you weren’t ready. maybe you just didn’t see it.
matt sturniolo, his older-by-two-minutes-brother, is a sixth-year slytherin with a reputation for being cold, clever, and untouchable. you fight constantly. snide remarks in the library. lingering stares across the great hall. heated arguments that turn into something else entirely. something neither of you talk about.
you’re hooking up with him in secret. late nights in empty classrooms, broom closets between classes, fingers pressed to lips so no one hears. it’s supposed to mean nothing. it’s not supposed to feel like this. chris is still kind. still steady. still looking at you like he never stopped. and part of you wonders what it would’ve been like, if you’d let him in before matt ever touched you.
nick sturniolo, the hufflepuff, is your best friend. the only one who sees everything. the only one who knows what you’re doing. and the only one who hasn’t said a word. this isn’t a story about choosing between them. it’s about what happens when you don’t know how to. when fire pulls you one way and familiarity pulls you another. when your heart won’t make sense and your body keeps secrets your mouth won’t speak. it’s messy. it’s complicated. and it’s not supposed to be happening. but it is.
𓂃 ravenclaw!reader is a self insert, but you can imagine yourself or anyone else you would like to. this will not have a specific “ending” on who ravenclaw!reader ends up with. i’m leaving that up to the readers imagination! feel free to request prompts with a specific brother (or multiple) and i’ll write it! (ONLY platonic prompts for nick since all he is in this au is readers best friend!!!!!) nick does not have a love interest as yet, i will add one in the future for him! also um…i am a matt girl so this may be a littleee biased i may write more for matt but i’ll try my best to feed chris & nick girls too!!!!! also, this is NOT my original au. if you know a specific creator who has created a concept like this before let me know so i can give credit where it is due. also my girl @mattsangelbaby’s absolutely amazing slytherin!matt au motivated me to finish and post this go check her au outtt <33333
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your hair looks sooo sexy pushed back 😫 it will always do it for me
i swear.
