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Rafe is obsessed with your boobs, he loves the way your chest feels against him when you're hugging or making out. He'll pull you closer just to be able to rest his face there, breathing you in like you're all that matters.

Perhaps you are.

His favourite distraction is when you wear low cut tops, especially at home—when he knows that no one else can see you like that. That it's for his eyes only, that really turns him on.

However, the sensation of knowing that other people can see how good you look while still knowing that you're his wins all prices.

There is nothing better.

Nothing better than people being jealous of him all cause he has you.

He loves buying you expensive lingerie, only to end up begging you to take it off so that he can kiss and suck on your nipples, leaving pretty marks on your pretty skin.

Rafe is the type to hug you from behind and subtly rest his hand underneath them like it's the most innocent and normal thing.

But it's really not.

I love my autistic kings and queens/ anyone else in between!! i am soooo interested in anymore requests that you have since this was such a fun one to write ᰔᩚ

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autistic!reader x softdom!rafe

Authors note: I am not trying to infantilise autism! i just simply want people to feel seen and heard.

Cutest strawberry divider from @strangergraphics!!

Warnings: majority fluff (we lovee) crying, overstimulation.

Your bike is a faded pink from the sun, screeching lightly as you stop in front of Tannyhill. it’s looks out of place in comparison to Rafe’s dark BMW parked lazily at the large front gate, the overly fancy, pearly white steps and perfectly tamed greenery surrounding the entrance.

You set it down gently, sniffling before you even make it into the house.

Tannyhill is nothing short of a safe space for you, a place that you could feel any emotion unapologetically without public stares. You’d been suppressing the feeling of dread that had been plaguing you all day, sweaty palms and an undeniable sinking feel in your chest- it had been too much public interaction, closing crowds in the town, then someone had bumped into you. A man, followed by his rowdy group of friends. It was small, hard but still somewhat subtle, but the way they laughed when you flinched, exchanging looks and shouting crude comments as they passed.

“ y‘better watch where you’re going bitch.”

The door clicks behind you as you walk in, lacking your usual playful skip or whistly saunter.

Your breath is already heavy, eyes glassy and cheeks damp. Your little mary jane’s pad on the marble floors as you search for Rafe; first the dining room, then his room, then the balcony where you usually found him smoking a joint. but to no avail.

It’s only when you hear his voice, loud and amused from his father’s study, that you whimper slightly, just at the thought of his presence being close. His words get clearer as you get closer, you stop at the doorway when you approach, despite the way you had been longing for him the whole day.

“Holy shit.” he chuckles deeply, phone held up to his ear as he paces his office absentmindedly in conversation. You’re small in the doorway, leant against the side, lip trembling, and tears falling before you can stop them.

He spots you instantly, your indescribable sweet perfume too fragrant and familiar to miss. He turns, smiling before catching your expression. His expression darkens, smirk falling faster then it had appeared.

“Yo Top, I’m gonna have to go.” He doesn’t wait for a response, Toppers muffled voice cutting out as he throws the phone to the desk.

He’s by your side in two strides, hands on your cheeks. “Baby, what happened?” his voice is deep and concerned, but the way he sounds like he’s already ready to punch someone for you is horrifyingly comforting.

You shake your head, unable to answer. You fall into his chest, hands over your face, knees practically buckling.

“Come sit baby.” he commands gently, pulling you over to the living room and out of the cold study, still wrapped up tight in his arms somehow.

He pulls you till you’re in his lap on the beige leather couch, arms tight around your waist. “Y’gotta tell me whats wrong.”

His voice is low, but you can’t concentrate.

You felt like you were going to pass out, but not in the dizzy way, just the way your body felt limp and numb, like you had no control, no pressure holding you down to earth.

You sniffle, pulling back. “C-can you just hold me please?” you mumble, eyes closed as you concentrate on what you’re trying to explain.

His brows furrow, but his eyes soften. “Sure baby.” he mutters, already pulling you back into him, arms tight around you. It’s like a momentary relief, to feel so tight and squished against him, but it’s not enough.

You sob again, too exhausted and upset, but it’s not helping. You pull back again, looking up at him desperately. “No like-“ you close your eyes, whining softly. “Tight.” you felt horribly indirect, but you didn’t know how to word it, how to describe to him what it was like to not even know what you wanted yourself.

He nods, trying to understand, hand on your cheek. “I don’t wanna hurt you baby-“ he whispers, but you shake your head, sobbing again.

“I don’t care, y- you won’t.”

He nods again, taking your noticeably trembling hands in his, he squeezes tightly, but still, not tight enough. He watches your every reaction, the way you’re still sobbing, tears falling and lips pouted. He pulls you into him again, your head under his chin, tanged legs deadweight on his thighs.

His arms are strong, grounding but it’s still not fixing the aching like discomfort that won’t go away. “Better?” he whispers hopefully into your hair, neck straining to see your face.

You sit up, hands clinging desperately to his neck. you shake your head, eyes flickering to a close. “Oh baby-“ he mutters, holding your waist, stroking the hair from your eyes.

He knew that you couldn’t calm down like most people did, but now, he felt totally helpless. “What can I-“ he hesitates, you sniffle.

“Lay on me.” you say, pulling at his neck, his brows furrow, but he lets you pull him down gently. “I’ll hurt you-“ he mutters nervously, you don’t speak.

It’s only when he finally lands on you with a grunt that a wave of comfort and warmth fills the overwhelmingly empty void- his broad weight all warm and crushing.

You sigh instantly, all shaky and whiny. You don’t dare move your legs from beneath him, your small uneasy body completely covered by his muscly limbs. You stay quiet for a moment, simply to taking in the way the pressure against your body evens out as he sinks into you further.

“Better.” you hum into his neck, still sniffly but overall calmer.

“Yeah?” he replies breathily, eyes closing and nose all nuzzled in your hair, the sweet, strawberry scent of your shampoo filling his nose like it always does.

He caresses your cheek with his thumb, but you pull away with gentle defiance. you were too overwhelmed for anything else right now, still recovering from your meltdown. “Not yet.” you whisper, eyes closed as you revel in the ecstasy of relief, just his body on yours. He chuckles quietly, “Alright baby.”

Later, you’re practically asleep beneath him, nuzzling into his neck absentmindedly with little sniffles and hiccups. He’s melted into you, satisfied with whatever silent exchange this was. this wasn’t about him, but he was humoured by how much he had started to understand your quirks, especially by the way you were both joined in an almost sync like state of peacefulness and bodily warmth. It was like helping you helped him in ways he’d never admit.

well, he is the blood of the dragon, after all.

snuggling with maegor means snuggling with a bear. is he even breathing? it's hard to tell with how still he gets. his arms will wrap around your waist and stay there for hours to no end, and if you move, maegor will grumble for you to stay quiet. it's almost adorable seeing him sleepy. half-lidded violet eyes gazing at you, silver strands of hair falling on his forehead. hands that could (and have) teared through heads holding you firmly, as if he's the one cuddling you and not the other way around.

Malcolm Todd with monkey Todd

Alby's panting in his face and Niall's never felt more terrified.

Flat on his new dorm bed with Alby lying over him, straddling him, braced on his elbows, thick eyelashes fluttering pretty, and Ruben. Ruben as naked as the two of them. Ruben pressed to Niall's cheek. Mouth on Niall's flushed skin. Breath washing over Niall. Their fingers sharing the tight space inside of Alby.

"This right here." Ruben says and he's rubbing and Niall feels him rubbing and Alby is biting his lip and a low moan spills out of him, his eyes closing, his mouth hanging open, his cock leaking onto Niall's stomach. Ruben smiles against his cheek. He says, "This is the good spot. Keep touching that and you'll have every boy creaming themselves."

"Uh-huh." Niall manages, matching Ruben's touch, following his tight circles.

Alby starts rocking back onto their fingers.

"Right there, Bambi." Alby sighs out and Niall feels Ruben stiffen. His smile turning sharp.

"Not Bambi to you." Ruben chides. He nuzzles at Niall's hair and Niall can't think.