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(Edit: DON'T MIND THIS this is wrong and old, I will make a new one)
Meet The Artist
Aaa I wanted to polish this better but sadly I won't be getting my hands on my computer for at least two weeks so I guess I will post this for now
(I am going to make a digital, and polished, version tho)
(This is extremely messy I am so sorry)
Pushed too far
Summary : You’ve been teasing Rafe all day, pushing his limits. But when you take things a step too far, he finally snaps.
Warnings : 18+ MDNI, smut, fingering, p n v and teasing (I think that's it but if there is more let me know!!)
It started off innocent enough. A playful brush of your hand against Rafe's thigh under the table during lunch, a lingering look, a bite of your lip. You loved how his jaw tightened, how his eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desire. It was a game, one you had mastered, but today you decided to push a little further.
As the afternoon sun poured into the room, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the living room. You sauntered over to where he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV but you knew he wasn’t paying attention to whatever was on. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and almost tangible.
You climbed onto his lap without a word, straddling his thighs. He stiffened beneath you, his hands instinctively gripping your waist. You could see the conflict in his eyes—half of him wanted to toss you off, and the other half wanted to pull you closer.
"What's wrong, Rafe? Don't you like it when I play with you?" you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction as you began to rock your hips against his. The friction, even through your clothes, was delicious, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.
He exhaled sharply, his grip on your waist tightening. “You really like to push me, don’t you?”
You grinned, your lips inches from his. "Maybe I just like seeing how far you'll let me go."
His eyes narrowed, and before you could react, he grabbed the back of your neck and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was anything but gentle; it was fierce, all tongue and teeth, as if he was trying to devour you. You moaned into his mouth, the sound only spurring him on.
Without breaking the kiss, Rafe’s hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly as he ground you down harder against him. The sensation made your head spin, a wave of heat pooling between your legs. His control was slipping, and that’s exactly what you wanted.
You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. “Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted breathlessly, loving the way his eyes flared with anger and lust.
Rafe’s expression darkened, and in an instant, he had you flipped onto your back on the couch, his body hovering over yours. His hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
You couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at your lips. “Maybe I just like seeing you lose control.”
Something inside him snapped, and you could feel it in the way his grip tightened on your throat, the way his other hand yanked your hips against his, grinding against you with a desperate need. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to snap?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a whimper as his hand slid under your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was rough, almost punishing, but you loved every second of it.
“I’ve had enough of your games,” he hissed, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts. You bucked against him, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers found their way between your legs, teasing you through the thin fabric of your underwear.
“Rafe…” you breathed, but your voice was lost as he pressed down harder, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You were quickly losing control, your teasing turning into desperate need.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice barely more than a growl. “To see what happens when I stop playing nice?”
You couldn’t form words, only nodding as your hips moved against his hand, chasing the release that was so close. But Rafe wasn’t going to let you off that easily. He suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.
“Not so fast,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
You whimpered, a mixture of frustration and arousal building inside you. He was so close, his body pressing down on yours, his hand still around your throat, and you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. But he was in control now, and he was going to make you beg for it.
Rafe leaned down, his lips hovering over yours. “Say you’re sorry,” he demanded, his voice soft but commanding.
You swallowed hard, your pride battling with the overwhelming need coursing through you. But as his fingers slid back between your legs, teasing you just enough to drive you crazy, you broke.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaky.
“For what?” he pressed, his lips brushing against your jaw.
“For pushing you,” you gasped as his fingers dipped under your underwear, grazing against your wetness. “For teasing you.”
Rafe’s eyes glittered with satisfaction as he finally gave in, his fingers plunging inside you with a force that made you cry out. He didn’t hold back, driving you to the edge with a relentless pace, his mouth on yours swallowing every moan, every desperate plea.
When you finally shattered, it was with a force that left you trembling in his arms, his name a broken whisper on your lips. He held you through it, his fingers slowing but never stopping, prolonging your pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess beneath him.
You were completely wrong when you thought he was done. He moved slowly, with purpose, his hands steady as they unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, dark with an intensity that sent shivers done your spin. When his pants finally dropped to the floor, you gasped, unable to tear your eyes away.
He was rock hard, every inch of him throbbing with need. The sight alone was enough to make your breath hitch, a wave of heat pooling in your low in your belly. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them done with a deliberate slowness that made your pulse quicken.
As he lined up with your entrance, you felt a surge of anticipation, your body already aching for him. He pressed forward, a rough but measured force that stole your breath. Every inch that stretched and filled you brought a mix of pleasure and pain that bordered on overwhelming, your body clenching around him instinctively. His movements were controlled, each push slow, deep, leaving you with no choice but to feel every single moment.
As he pushed deeper, you felt every nerve in your body light up, your breath catching in your throat. The slow, deliberate rhythm he set was torturous in the best way, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. His hands found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, anchoring you to him.
The room was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure—your soft gasps and his low, guttural groans merging into one. The sensation of him filling you, combined with the raw, almost primal connection between you, was overwhelming. It was as though time slowed, every second stretching out as you moved together, lost in the intensity of the moment.
His pace began to quicken, the roughness of his thrusts increasing as the tension between you built to a crescendo. You could feel the pressure mounting inside you, each movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of sensation in their wake as you arched into him, desperate for more.
His breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered your name, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. It was as if he was claiming you with each thrust, marking you as his in a way that was both possessive and intensely intimate.
The world around you faded, leaving only the feeling of him inside you, the heat of your bodies pressed together, and the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume you both. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he shifted, hitting that perfect spot that sent you spiraling over the edge, your body trembling "Rafe. I-I'm gonna cum" you cried out, the release crashing over you in wave after wave of ecstasy.
He followed you moments later, his grip on your hips tightening as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his body shuddering as he found his own release. For a few heartbeats, you stayed like that, locked together in the aftermath, your breathing heavy and your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all.
When it was over, he pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes still dark with desire. “Next time,” he warned, “think twice before you start something you can’t finish.”
You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath, but you couldn’t help the small smile that played on your lips. You knew you’d do it all over again. After all, pushing Rafe Cameron’s buttons was your favorite game.
The Old Basement. One more my old digital speedpaint created without graphic tablet, only mouse)
A simple snowy landscape, trying to let the simple shapes be and not get carried away in the detail like I usually do!
i just like this, also love the drawn presentation of chub.
Soft girlies ~
I drew these for my third artbook, which you can get a signed copy of for 20% off right now through my publisher! The sale ends on Sunday so be quick ~ https://store.3dtotal.com/collections/loish-books
Roughed out a growth sequence.
Have a silly animation test *kisses u gently on the forehead* hope you're having a great day!!
Infertile Lands
My conscience is closed off
I need sleep
Sundew depletes the last glimmer of hope
I bound and adhere myself together like the endometriosis that infiltrates my shell
We are all Ignorant to the law of life blood
Watching the world go by as I am casted out to the edge of the sea
Somatic memories from menarche still linger
My body is like a parasite insidious like mistletoe
The cactus has been exsanguinated and what was the cost?
Only
Cordyceps
Feed off me
(The art I made inspired from my journey with highly suspected endometriosis. Too many people born assigned female at birth have this terrible disease. It can cause terrible periods, chronic pelvic pain, infertility, and many more complicated symptoms. I just want to make clear I am okay, endometriosis and/chronic pelvic pain is just a lot.
Art is made by me!✨🎨🖌️
I want a man to masturbate using my throat. 🫶
Anna Nalick - In The Rough
