your curtains were yanked open, and sunlight poured into your small bedroom, a sharp assault that had you squinting before you could fully process it. the tall, lanky silhouette of your best friend standing in front of the window made it clear who was to blame for your rude awakening.Â
âdaryl,â you groaned, though it came out more like a whine, pulling your pillow over your head in a futile attempt to block out the light. âwhat the hell? itâs like six am. go away.
âitâs actually ten,â daryl drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. you didnât have to look to know he was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed like he hadnât just barged into your room uninvited. âyouâre wastinâ the whole day.â
âitâs not ten,â you muttered, clutching the pillow tighter.Â
âitâs definitely ten,â he countered, the smirk practically audible in his voice. âcâmon, get up.âÂ
âno,â you said stubbornly, burrowing further into your blankets. âitâs my first day off in weeks. let me sleep.â
the silence that followed shouldâve been your first warning. daryl wasnât the type to give up easily, and quiet usually meant he was up to no good. you had barely a second to realise this before the pillow was ripped from your grasp and tossed across the room.Â
âdaryl dixon!â you screeched, sitting up so fast that your vision blurred for a second. if looks could kill, heâd be a pile of ashes and bone. âyouâre such a jerk! why canât you just let me sleep in?â
he shrugged his shoulders, completely unfazed, the fainted hint of a grin tugging at his lips. âyou done complaininâ, or do i gotta drag you outta bed?â
you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, the red numbers glaring back at you: 10:17. damn it. he was rightâ and that only made it worse.Â
âwhy are you even here?â you huffed, arms crossing over your chest. âwhat could possibly be so important that you had to wake me up like this?â
daryl stepped back towards the window, peering out like he hadnât already made his mind up. âfigured weâd take the truck out to the creek,â he said simply, shrugging. then, as casually as if it were his own, he plucked your pack of cigarettes off the dresser and slid one between his lips.Â
you rolled your eyes, but despite yourself, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch. that was darylâ gruff and infuriatingly persuasive. âand you couldnât wait until a reasonable hour to suggest that?â
âit is a reasonable hour,â he shot back, raising an eyebrow at you. âyouâre just mad i interrupted your beauty sleep.âÂ
âugh,â you groaned, but swung your legs over the side of the bed anyway. âfine. but next time, maybe consider knocking instead of staging a home invasion.â
âno promises,â he replied with a smirk as he lit the cigarette and tossing the pack back onto your dresser.Â
as you rummaged through your drawer for something to wear, daryl had now moved to the door frame, leaning against it as he watched you lazily. âwhereâs your old man, anyway?â he asked, his tone casual but curious.Â
âvisiting my granddad,â you replied, tugging a t-shirt over your head. âhe drove out to kentucky yesterday. said heâd probably be gone for a few weeks.âÂ
daryl nodded, his expression unreadable. you knew he didnât care much for your dadâ probably for a good reason âbut he rarely said anything outright.Â
âthat why youâre off today?â
âyep. first real day off in forever.â you turned to him, hands on your hips. âand i was gonna sleep in, but then you showed up.âÂ
âlike i said,â he drawled, pushing off the doorframe, âyouâre wastinâ the day.âÂ
the creek wasnât far from the trailer park, just a short drive down the winding dirt roads that snaked through your small town. daryl kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting out the open window, the breeze ruddling his hair. you sat beside him, letting the warm air whip through your own as the fields blurred past in shades of beige and gold.Â
once daryl had pulled the truck up under a tree, you were glad the creek was as serene as youâd hoped, the water reflecting the endless blue sky above. you kicked off your shoes and waded in up to your ankles, savouring the cool relief as the ripples lapped gently against your skin.Â
daryl lingered on the bank, lighting another cigarette before settling under the shade of a tree.Â
âyou always pick the best spots to nap,â you called out to him teasingly, splashing a little water in his direction.Â
âsomeoneâs gotta keep an eye on you,â he shot back, smirking as smoke curled lazily from his lips.Â
you rolled your eyes, but his words carried a familiar weight. daryl had always been thereâ steady and dependable, even when everything else in your life felt like it was constantly shifting.Â
by the time the sun climbed higher in the sky, you were lying side by side on the grass, staring up at the blue sky being filtered through the leaves of the trees. the hum of summer surrounded you, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of birds.Â
âthink this summerâs gonna be different?â you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.Â
daryl turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. âdifferent how?â
âi donât know,â you murmured, shrugging. âjust⊠different.âÂ
he didnât answer right away, his expression thoughtful. finally, he said, âmaybe.âÂ
for a moment, the world felt quiet and still, like it was holding its breath. darylâs gaze lingered, and there was something unspoken in his eyes that made your chest ache in a way that wasnât entirely unpleasant.Â
âcâmon,â he said eventually, standing up and offering you a hand. âletâs get back before merle gets all twisted up about us takinâ the truck.â
you took his hand, his palm rough and warm against yours. as you followed him back to the truck, you couldnât shake the feeling that maybe this summer really would be differentâ different in was you werenât sure you were ready for.
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maybe something with crybaby!reader too, like he comes home from a long ass day and sheâs crying over the silliest thing ever.
but of course he makes her feel better.
love ur writing smm !!
he knew he was in for it when he came home and she wasnât waiting patiently for him. if he didnât know any better, rafe would assume the quaint trailer was empty â but the call you shared earlier on his lunch break detailed your plans around the house for the day, so there was no fuckinâ reason for it be as quiet as it was.
his confusion turned to concern when he heard little sniffles and sobs coming from the bathroom. rafe dropped his keys in the bowl and hurried off further into the trailer, in search of his girl.
pushing the bathroom door open with a rough hand, his mind went to the worst places when he saw her crumpled up on the floor. instantly he scooped her up onto the counter. his voice was a flurry of sounds she couldnât decipher through her tears. the warm cadence sheâs become so familiar with instantly providing some relief.
âhey, hey, baby â look at me, you hurt?â his hands are moving fast, holding her cheeks and checking for any injuries to that beautiful face.
she could only shake her head, hiccuping and trying to speak between sobs.
ârafeâ dadâ daddyââ
he hums and looks over her body. blue eyes checking off a list of whatâs ânormalâ. when he finds nothing bleeding or falling off â that intense gaze finds hers, urging her to calm down.
his voice cooed, low and rumbly in a way that always soothes her, âshh, dadâs here, what happened? hm? someone â someone do somethinâ tâyou orââ
âmuh â my nails!â she interrupted, voice a petulant mumble.
rafe froze, mouth agape and eyes blinking in confusion. he looked down and took her smaller hands in his. turning them over and feeling the smooth skin. no cuts, no bruisesâ
the fact that he didnât immediately know what she was talking about sends her into another spiral. yanking her hands from his and covering her eyes as sobs shook her shoulders.
âokay, okay, canât help if youâre cryinâ. talk tâmeâ what about your nails, honey?â
she sniffs and thrusts them in his face, rafe now seeing something out of the ordinary â chipped baby blue polish.
âwantedâ wanted to paint them fâyou. âcuzâ âcuz sâthe same color as your eyes but forgot they werenât dry yet so i tried to make dinner andâ and i ruined them!â
everyday the universe was testing his patience.
a sharp sigh out of his nose and rafe let his head fall forward. relief and disbelief pooled in his chest. she was this worked up over nail polish?
a low grumble of her name ceased her tears until they were just little sniffles of sadness. any other person and rafe wouldâve been out the door with a specific finger showing his annoyance. but this was his person, his precious girl, and if she was this worked up over nail polish â he was going to indulge her. he picked up his head, eyes tired from a long days work but soft in a way meant just for her. he spoke in that way that makes her all fuzzy for him.
hook, line, and sinker. reader huffed and nodded as she leaned forward into his chest. her little gasps punctuated his cooing. within minutes, she was putty in his arms, nuzzling closer and closer. rafe littered kisses over her hair, gently rocking her until her head lifted off his chest. wet cheeks and a red nose greeted him and he couldnât stop the adoring coo from falling out as he wiped her face.
âthereee you areâ my sweet girl⊠better now?â
she nodded at his words, almost hypnotized by the gentle tone of his voice. a little hiccup fell out when she caught sight of her messy nails, but rafe quickly shushed her.
âshh, no more cryinâ. yâgotta be a big girl, aâight? câmon, whaddaya need?â
she wished she had a picture of this big man patiently painting and blowing on her nails â that matched his eyes.
a/n: a big thank you to @starfxkrinc for letting me use tp!jj for kinktober! kicking off with a bang amirite. i hope i did him justice <33 happy halloween month!! đ
warnings: trailerpark!jj x fem!reader. bdsm? large age gap (legal doooeee), pnv, punishment, dacryphilla, dubcon??? tp!jj being his mean self as allwayysss. donât like donât read! youâve been warned!
as you usually did, you thought you could get away with being a brat unscathed. being bitchy and rude towards jj all day, then teasing him at work â all in all, you were begging for it to happen. it being jj pounding into your pussy and ruining it.
he ignored your cries â tried to anyway, â his eyes never straying from where youâre connected, watching the way your tight cunt has to stretch to accommodate him. your nails drag down his chest as you bitch and whine at him, making him huff through his nose with frustration.
âshut the fuck up sweetpea, âkay? you were askinâ for this.â he growled, making you screw your face up at him.
ân-nuh uh! youâre a fuckinâ liar.â you half complained, half moaned.
he glared at you, his fingers leaving a bruising grip onto your hips as he fucked your cunt like it was the last thing heâd ever do.
one hand left your hip, wrapping firmly around your throat and squeezing hard enough that your moans are now limited to little strained squeaks.
he put almost all his weight into that arm, the other forcing your hips still to the bed so that he could use your cunt until he was done.
your hands pushed and clawed at his wrists, lip wobbling as you tried to gasp for air â tears streaming down your face and mascara staining your cheeks.
âquit fuckinâ scratching me!â he tightened his hand around your neck, making your eyes roll back and a hardly there sob fall from you.
his eyes flickered back down to your pussy swallowing him whole, dripping down onto the old, used sheets. he looked back up to your hands pushing at his chest and clawing at him, letting out an frustrated grunt as he slowed his thrusts.
he released you, and just for a moment, you thought he was going to stop â until you fluttered your eyes open and saw him leaning over to grab something from one of his dingy shelves above his bed. duct tape.
you made a pitiful attempt of pulling away, shaking your head with a whine but he shoved you back down, using one large hand on your chest to keep you down.
taking the edge between his teeth, the hiss of the tape accompanied your whimpers and little ânoââs and âiâm sorryââs.
he grabbed your wrists, his hand fitting both, and wrapped the tape around them so you couldnât push him away. you continued to whine and complain, making him rip off another piece with his teeth and putting it over your mouth, slapping it gently to make sure it was stuck nicely. you cried, looking up at him through your wet lashes as he stared down at you.
he doesnât think heâd ever get tired of making you cry.
he tucked a hair behind your ear, thrusts picking up very slowly, merely a grind.
âyouâre makinâ me do this, sweetpea, yâunderstand that?â he asked, voice surprisingly quiet and soft for what he is. you gave a pathetic nod, sniffling as you whined muffedly. he leaned down, kissing your lips through the tape as he began ruining your perfect pussy once more.
the mini-mart was a relatively popular spot for the youth residing in the park. with cheap snacks and drinks, shelter from the heat, and owners who didnât give a shit. what more could someone ask for?
dallas was someone who often found himself there, and it happened to be his hangout spot of choice today. accompanied by tim and johnny, dallas boredly sipped on the ice-cold coke in front of him.
the three of them were currently sat at one of the numerous tables out front. he listened to tim ramble on about curlyâs latest shenanigans, though it went in one ear and out the other. johnny was the one paying attention, though the poor boy was almost passed out from the heat.
dallasâ current thoughts were directed towards you. though it had been a week since your previous meeting, the brunet still kept his brain occupied with you. from the way your nails grazed on his skin, to the smile on your glossy red lips. dallas was nothing short of infatuated.
it wasnât to say he hadnât run into you, since that was incorrect. dallasâ interactions with you since then had been brief, though they still had him hooked. it was small waves or smiles while he was freelancing throughout the park, and you just happened to walk by.
as dallas lazily sipped on his coke, he caught sight of you. the brunet watched, eyes practically dazy. tim, who had been forced to listen to dallas discuss your meeting far too many times, let out an almost-cartoonish groan when he realised who dallas was looking at.
âiâm telling you, she ainât nothing but bad news.â tim murmered.
despite the fact tim almost never saw his sister without you, he was never fond of you. it wasnât your friendship with angela that bothered tim so much; he didnât care. it was the way you âled onâ most of his friends, before kicking them to the curb instantly.
âwho gives a shit..?â
johnny still stayed silent, mostly due to his lack of connection with tim. regardless, he still looked at dallas with his big, doe eyes, and his gaze was curious. johnny just continued smoking his cigarette, deciding to ask dallas about it later on.
âanyways,â dallas hummed, âiâll be right back.â
tim only scoffed in annoyance, flicking dallas off as he watched the brunet scurry into the store.
the bell of the door rang as dallas stepped onto the linoleum of the store. grabbing a pack of cigarettes to make his encounter with you look more coincidental, his eyes darted around as he sought you out.
the man walked through the aisles, trying to seek you out. as he stumbled into the candy aisle, he saw you. dallasâ eyes looked you up and down, eyes gazing from your signature hand-me down cowboy boots to your hands. they were reached to the top shelf, in a desperate attempt to grab a bag of sour gummies that were just out of your reach.
feeling someone pressed up against your side, and seeing a familiar arm reach up and grab the candy for you, you turned to the see who it was. dallas.
âthanks, dal.â you hummed, looking him up and down through a thick coat of mascara.
âyeah it- it ainât a problem.â dallas murmured back, your southern drawl making him feel practically weak.
he was almost lost for words as you snagged the bag out of his hands, barely breaking eye contact with him.
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TRAILERPARK!RAFE letting reader play dress up in his clothes âcause he knows his girl loves fashion and modeling. if he could heâd buy her all kinds of expensive things to wear, but seeing her in his shirts was just as mind reeling.
âwhaddaya think âbout this one?â her voice gentle and airy, posing seductively and playfully under his intense gaze.
it was just such a sweet sight.
the way the fabric of his nicest button up swished at her thighs. the way the sleeves fell well past her hands. jesus christ. rafe sips his beer as he trails his gaze up her exposed legs, smirking at the goofy smile on her face.
he pretended to think over the question. the answer is easy: she is gorgeous, she always is. rafe just enjoyed winding her up.
âhmf, dunno... why donât you gimme a spin?â
ârafeeeeââ she whined, feeling embarrassment (even though this was her idea) creep up her spine.
the thought of spinning for him, showing herself off for his cerulean eyes to appreciate all of her, made her heart pick up speed in double time.
âcâmon, do a spin fâdad, baby,â that low voice, commanding and comforting, always got to her. with an encouraging nod of his head and that sexy little smile on his pink lips, reader really had no choice.
with a playful pout, she spins around. the shirt lifts slightly and shows off the edge of her panties. the little show makes rafe adjust on the worn couch, man spreading further to accommodate the throbbing length of him, already half hard.
heâs ready to grab her and bend her over the couch. hell, he was ready two outfits ago. but her smile and cute poses rendered him soft. just not between his legs.
her sweet voice mumbles about having âjusâ one more, daddyâ and rafe needs a cigarette, now. his knee is bouncing incessantly but he nods and tries to will himself to be a little more patient.
but when she shyly steps out of their bedroom minutes later, sporting a pink lace lingerie set heâs never seen before, he freezes and drops his pack on the floor.
his mouth is suddenly very dry, âgodâdamnâŠâ
reader is holding her arms behind her back, shuffling slightly as she gauges his reaction. she spent a little extra on the set to spoil him; he deserved it and more.
âdâya like it, daddy?â
rafe whistles and leans back further, raking a hand through his grown out buzz cut. his eyes canât seem to focus on one thing. from her batting lashes, cleavage pushed together from the bra, and the way the underwear straps are sitting on her hips, he more than likes it.
âshit, baby, sâuhâ theâ the prettiest little thingâve ever seen,â he mutters dumbly, eyebrows kissing his hairline from his wide eyes.
she giggles and pushes some hair away from her face. he huffs out a chuckle at her adorableness and beckons her closer with a crooked finger. she pads around the coffee table and stands in front of him. having her now in front of him makes rafe feel like he won the lottery. nah, any amount of cash was dull in comparison to her.
âyouâre jusâ⊠gorgeous,â a press of his lips to her hipbone. her hands immediately find purchase in his hair, now grown out enough to give her something to hold onto. the realization of the passage of time made her smile.
âyeah?â
âhell yeah.â
his hands pulls on her hips, urging her to come to closer. she climbs into his lap nimbly and straddles him. their bodies immediately settle together comfortably from nights spent in this position and many more. his firm bulge presses eagerly between her legs and he pulls her closer by the small of her back, leaving her to arch into him.
the friction and weight of her makes his brain feel fuzzy with want, want, want.
âseriously, iâ iâve never seen somethinâ as beautiful as you, sugar. takinâ my damn breath away, jesusâŠâ
his gravelly praise and appreciation of the outfit makes her feel flush, a pleasant haze bathing her senses.
her smile is bashful as she leans in for a kiss. rafe hums as her lips meet his and her hands slide up his chest, the warmth of her palms felt through the fabric of his shirt. nipping at her bottom lip until she smiles, and he uses the moment to slide his tongue into meet hers. nothing has really ever felt more right in his life. at least until she mumbles her next words against his lips.
âdaddy⊠wanna take a picture fâya wallet?â
big thank u @fae-of-prey for helping with this!!!!!!đđ
can i just say that i love you?! you write trailerpark!rafe so well and iâve waited so long to find a writer that created a work solely based on him! my obsession with trailerpark!rafe literally came from that short film drew did with rudy đđ
anyways i saw that you were looking for blurb ideas and honestly i canât get trailerpark!rafe and reader doing cute domestic things together like going to the grocery store, washing the truck together, and maybe us seeing how rafe asked reader to move in with him and seeing his reaction to her adding her sweet touches to the place and making the trailer more homey for them.
thank u my love :C ur so sweet and i appreciate the message!!!! wrote something a little small just detailing rafeâs feelings about domestic stuff đ ENJOY!!!!
TRAILERPARK!RAFE who loves how reader has become his life.
he had watched her grow up beside him, neither family abundantly rich. but her chalk drawings of butterflies and hearts stretched along the path of her family home â the colors and softness always enraptured rafe, as well as the furrow of her brow when she yelled at him for killing some little bug. then she turned from a little girl with dirt on her cheeks into a mature woman with curves and determination she definitely didnât have before.
he was sixteen when he fell in with love her, with her soul.
so he asked her to move in with him on their six month anniversary, all bashful and unsure in the way only she could make him. he was nervous about asking her to just come over, yet alone move in with him in such a shitty little trailer; void of decoration and love. he had always wanted to be more for her, for them. this precious woman that wormed her way into his heart since the moment they met at twelve.
it was cute, the way he was avoiding looking as he drove. she could see his ears turning a bit red, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. heâd been on edge the entire evening â shifty eyes and shaky hands so unlike the man she had come to know and love so dearly.
it all made sense when he spoke lowly, eyes still on the road ahead:
âso, uh... whaddayaâ ahem⊠was thinkinâ âbout you maybe â uh â movinâ in?â
âyouâ you want me to?â
rafe couldnât imagine anything better. so he nodded. and so did she.
the drive continued with her head on his shoulder, both biting back cheesy smiles at the next step theyâd decided to take. rafe brought her hand to lips, pressing a long kiss to her knuckles â his fears of being not enough were washed away as his place eventually became their place.
there she was that very weekend, all tender and sweet and telling him where to put her stuff amongst his. he sees her in the furniture they picked, the flowers on the kitchen table, the pictures of them on the walls, in the very foundation of the trailer.
(then of course they fucked on every surface available, âchristeningâ the space.)
her hands soothing and gentle on his arms when he comes home to her. rafe never was good at being gentle like she is â he thinks loveliness lives in her bones as she kisses his cheek and mumbles something about dinner that she made him.
but it was the first night after they moved in together, he saw her in the bathroom preparing for bed and felt all air leave him. he canât imagine a life without her in it. doesnât want to even entertain the idea. the thought of a place without her burns in his mind â searing and almost painful. he canât believe there was a time when she wasnât his.
can i âšpretty please âš make a request for how trailerpark!rafeâs first time with reader was? was he as nervous as she was? was it a planned thing or did it just happen while they were too caught up in each other? oooh and how was the aftercare?
thank you xoxoxo đđâïžâš
AH okay so i like to think this happened after one of their first dates!!! having been friends growing up, they were already pretty comfortable with each other. so by the time feelings and desires start to get into the mix â they can hardly control themselves.
sheâs straddling his lap in the truck & melted into a mewling, whiny mess in his big strong arms. the more she squirms and rolls against his hard bulge the harder rafe finds it in him to slow down. he sweet talks her into his trailer between lingering kisses, swallowing her little moans.
âhow âbout weâ mmfâ get you inside, hm? youâd like that, sugar?â
he has her sitting on his bed, her wide eyes looking all over the room. itâs so rafe, from the smell of his sheets to the pile of clothes in the corner. a shy smile forms on her pink lips as she stares up at him standing in front of her. rafe is breathing heavily, feeling like he could die from how badly he needs her. his thumb holds her chin, stretching up to tap her bottom lip. a groan rumbles in his chest when she kisses the tip of his finger â wrapping her sweet little mouth around the thickness of it.
the sex is deep and sensual. practically making love rather than fucking. no, thatâll be next time⊠he knows itâs her first time ever and heâs determined to make it something to remember (and also maybe have her coming back for more). the weight of his body resting on hers is grounding during the sensations of his perfect cock kissing her gspot. groping hands and shudders against the others warm body are the themes of the night. though the aftercare might beat it from the way heâs nuzzling her body, his softness and care swallowing her consciousness whole. with his whispered affirmations & sweet nothings, it was a perfect, perfect time.
âdid so good fâme, baby. most perfect girl ever, huh? my good, wonderful girl.â