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Stepbro!rafe making you squirt while pounding you in missionary😩

wrote it here. thanks for the request, angel.

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— stepbro!rafe makes you squirt

warnings: mdni, stepcest, unprotected p in v, squirting, degradation, choking, overstimulation

“that’s it, baby—fuck, i knew this pussy could do it.” rafe’s got your knees pinned back, thighs trembling, body stuck between the mattress and the obscene stretch of his cock slamming into you. deep, deliberate, and merciless.

you’re soaked—practically dripping—can barely breathe through the sounds your body’s making, wet and messy and humiliating. his abs glisten where your slick coats him. “you’re gonna squirt for me, huh?” he grits, palm flattening over your throat. “gonna make a fucking mess all over your stepbrother’s cock?”

you try to shake your head but it’s already happening. pressure coils low in your stomach and snaps like a live wire, your entire body jerking as you cry out, high-pitched and helpless. “fuck yes—there she is. dirty fucking girl.”

he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even slow down. pounds through it like he wants to force another one out of you, like he likes watching you writhe under him, leaking all over the sheets like some pathetic little toy. “look at this fucking mess,” he growls, snapping his hips harder. “you were made for this, weren’t you? made to take my cock. made to squirt all over it.”

you’re babbling now, brain scrambled, body shaking, occasionally whimpering his name and he just leans down and spits in your mouth before you can finish the sentence. “swallow it.” and you do. he smirks. “good girl. now do it again.”

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hey! if you’re cool with it I’d love to request a smutty stepbro!Rafe x brattyreader something where she’s acting up and being a little tease and Rafe finally decides to put her in her place lots of possessiveness, degradation maybe even some blackmail would love if he makes her choke on it and records her while she’s sucking him off, using it to remind her what happens when she misbehaves if you’re comfortable writing that I’m totally down for whatever direction you take it in just love that rough,twisted dynamic between them thank you💋

wrote it here. thanks for the request, angel.

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— stepbro!rafe teaches you a lesson

warnings: mdni, stepcest, degradation, blackmail kink, spit, gagging/choking, possessive/rough sex, oral (m receiving), light humiliation

you were being a brat again. waltzing around in short skirt and no panties. his shirt clad across your bare chest (you never bother to wear a bra anymore).it’s the one you “borrowed” last week and never gave back. oversized and smug on you, smelling like his cologne.

you bent over the kitchen counter for absolutely no reason other than to grab a spoon, arching just so, humming some fake little tune like you weren’t flashing your stepbrother your bare ass at 9am on a tuesday.

he’d warned you the last time you pranced around like that, when he caught you moaning his name into your pillow and pretending it was someone else. but today he’s done playing nice.

“you think you’re cute?” he murmurs behind you, low and lethal. there’s something cocky in his voice, something dangerous. his hand slides under the hem of his shirt—his shirt—bunches the fabric in a fist right between your shoulder blades. you squeak, caught off guard. “thought i told you what would happen if you kept actin’ like a fucking tease.”

“or what?” you taunt, breathless. because of course you do. because you like pressing buttons. because you want to find out.

he chuckles, dark and mean. the sound rakes down your spine. “or i make you choke on it ’til you remember who you belong to.”

the next part happens too fast to process—he grabs your jaw, not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to silence that bratty mouth. walks you backwards, one step, two, until your knees hit the couch and he’s got you on them.

his phone’s already out. camera on flashed on.

“rafe—”

“nah, open up. since you like being a little attention whore so much, might as well make it official.” and you should say no. you should bite back, should shove him off and storm out like you’re the one in charge. but you part your lips like a good girl.

he hums, satisfied. strokes himself slow right in front of your face, lets your mouth water for it while the camera rolls. you can see your reflection in his phone case—mascara smudged from the tears you didn’t even feel coming, his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over and over.

“fuck, there’s my favorite little cocksleeve.” he tilts the camera down, makes sure to get the sloppy pop every time he pulls out, the spit trailing off your bottom lip. “look at you. ruined already. and we’re not even halfway done.”

you gag hard on the next thrust, but he doesn’t stop. if anything, it only makes him groan. he’s moving deeper now, like he likes hearing you choke. it gets him off knowing you’re trying so hard to please him. then, he pulls back just long enough to tug your hair, tilt your chin, force your red, teary face to look up at him.

“this video?” he says, tapping the screen once. “i’m keeping it. so next time you’re skipping around being a fuckin’ brat or telling on me to your little stepdad, remember it. remember that i can ruin you.”

you blink, dazed, and completely ruined. you can barely think, drunk on his cock. he smirks. “so smile for the camera, baby. show me how much you love being mine.”

note: how is everyone today?

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Stepbro! Rafe helping sweet!reader with the tension between her legs

wrote this here. thanks for the request, angel.

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— stepbro!rafe helps release sweet!reader’s tension

warning: mdni, stepcest, fingering, light condescension, sub!reader, dom!rafe,

you’re sitting cross-legged on his bed like you don’t know any better. like your thin cotton shorts and baby-pink tank top aren’t driving him out of his fucking mind. “what’s wrong with you?” rafe asks, voice thick with amusement, watching you fidget for the third time in under a minute. your thighs press together again, almost subconsciously. he doesn’t miss it.

“nothing,” you say quickly, eyes downcast. too innocent. too rehearsed. he’s already up from his desk chair and moving toward you before you can finish your next breath.

“mm,” he hums low, standing at the edge of the bed now, arms folded across his chest. “you keep doing that thing with your legs, though.”

your cheeks burn. “what thing?”

“that little rub.” his smirk deepens, lazy and cruel. “like you’re trying to get yourself off without anyone noticing.” your mouth opens but nothing comes out. rafe tilts his head. “you’re worked up, huh?”

you shake your head, but it’s weak, useless. your body’s a dead giveaway. you’re flushed, restless, chest rising and falling too fast. “poor baby,” he murmurs, suddenly softer. patronizing, sweet. like he’s indulging a tantrum you don’t even know you’re throwing. “bet it’s been driving you crazy all day.”

you nod before you can stop yourself, eyes glassy. your voice is barely a whisper, “hurts.”

he exhales a quiet, almost cruel laugh, like you’ve just said the cutest thing. “yeah? hurting that bad?” your lip trembles, and he climbs onto the bed, settling between your legs like he belongs there. he pulls you down onto your back with an easy tug. you go willingly. because of course you do. “it’s okay,” he murmurs, nudging the waistband of your shorts. “i’ll fix it.”

you make a little sound—high, needy—and rafe shushes you, dragging his fingers down the soft cotton until they slip beneath the hem, where it’s warm and wet and soaked. “jesus,” he breathes, grinning. “you’re dripping, sweetheart.”

your thighs twitch when he touches you. not rough. not rushed. just fingers teasing through your folds like he has all the time in the world. “been like this all day?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.

you nod, lips parted. “tried to—tried to help it, but—”

“but what?” rafe murmurs, sliding one finger in with little resistance. your back arches, a quiet gasp falling from your lips.

“but it didn’t work,” you whimper. “nothing helped.”

“of course it didn’t,” he coos. “you don’t know what you’re doing. ’course you need me.” you moan, the noise so soft and pathetic. your hips begin chasing the press of his hand when he adds a second finger, curling them just right. you clutch at his wrist, thighs fluttering around him. “that’s it,” rafe says, condescending and pleased. “just let me take care of you.”

and you do. crying out, clenching around his fingers, face wet with tears you didn’t even notice. and he just watches, smug and fond, whispering little nothings like “that’s my good girl” and “knew you’d fall apart for me.”

because you’re so sweet. so pent up. so fucking his. even if you’re not supposed to be.

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stepbro!rafe cums prematurely and you haven’t even finished :( he’s all embarrassed and red and then fucks you so hard so you forget it😫

wrote this here. thanks for the request, angel.

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— stepbro!rafe finishes first

warnings: mdni, stepcest, unprotected sex, creampie

you don't even say anything. just blink up at him, dazed, thighs still trembling from how close you were—and then not. rafe's breath catches like you slapped him. he's still inside you, barely, and already softening. flushed all the way to his ears, his jaw tight with shame. "fuck, i-baby, i didn't mean to-"

you tilt your head, all faux sweet. "you're done?"

his eyes flicker. something feral cracks open under the humiliation. "don't say it like that."

"like what?" you blink again, innocent, but your tone drips with bite. "like you couldn't even last two minutes in your stepsister's pussy?"

he growls. actually growls. next thing you know, he's flipping you over, pinning your wrists down, dragging himself back to life against the mess he already made of you. then he fucks you like he's got something to prove. like he wants to ruin the memory of that first time so completely it never happened. like he needs to make sure the only thing you remember is how he made you cry when you came.

twice. maybe three times. (you lose count somewhere around the second apology.)

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stepbro!rafe finds a dildo in reader’s drawer?

wrote it here. thanks for the request, angel.

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— stepbro!rafe finds a dildo in your drawer

warnings: mdni, stepcest, masturbation mention / use of sex toy, voyeurism / snooping, sexual innuendos

he knows it’s wrong to snoop. you could be out of the shower any second now, but he doesn’t care. snooping isn’t as wrong as having his tongue inside his stepsister’s pussy and that’s happened more than once.

“fuck it,” he murmurs, looking towards the door of your bathroom and back to your room. he can still hear the taps of water hitting the shower floor and your hums as you scrub yourself head to toe. quietly, he slithers over to your bedside drawer. rafe knows something is up with you. you’ve been turning him down, not showing up to his room at night, and avoiding him. at first he could ignore it. he could play that game too. but now it’s been two weeks without you and he’s going insane.

he tugs open the drawers of the white beside table. whatever’s in here must hint to your recent attitude. he riffles through your junk, tossing your various makeup products and jewelry behind him. it’s not until he makes it to the third and bottom drawer that he finds something. the thick, pink object catches his eye. it’s beneath your magazines and polaroid pictures (he pocketed some of those for later).

“what the—” he blinks, holding the dildo in his hand. it’s blush pink with a large tip and even larger shaft. rafe estimates it’s around eight inches. the base has suction cups for anchoring. he almost chokes on his spit. you replaced him with a piece of plastic.

“rafe?” you furrow your brows. he’s kneeling beside your bed, hunched over as he examines something. he whips his head to look at you. his mouth is agape, eyes dark, and pants incredibly tight. that’s when your gaze drops to what he’s holding. “oh my god!” you squeal, clutching your bathrobe and running towards him.

he doesn’t even flinch. you scramble across the room, wet hair dripping against your collarbone, robe yanked shut in a panic as you grab for the damn thing. your hand closes around the base just as his does, a ridiculous little tug-of-war over eight inches of silicone and mortification.

“give it back!” you hiss, cheeks flushed and eyes wild.

he holds it out of reach, arm locked straight like you’re some bratty kid he’s teasing. “this is what you’ve been using instead of me?”

“i—no—” you stammer, horrified. “you don’t get to ask me that!”

“i think i do,” rafe says, voice low, dangerous. his gaze flickers from your mouth to your damp collarbone to the angry twist of your fingers on your robe. “you’ve been avoiding me. locking your door. and now i find this in your drawer like it’s no big deal?”

you glare, still clutching the robe like it’s armor. “because it’s not a big deal, rafe. it’s a toy. people have them.”

he tilts his head, tongue resting against his teeth, and god you hate how smug he looks—like he’s already won something. “not when you’ve got me,” he murmurs. “not when i’ve had you whining under me so good you forgot your own name.” your mouth opens, then shuts, and rafe sees it—that flicker of memory behind your eyes. the way your jaw tenses, like you’re holding it back. “don’t act all innocent now,” he continues, standing slowly. the toy’s still in his hand. “you’re the one who crawled into my bed that night.”

“that was a mistake,” you snap, even though it wasn’t. not even close. “this—this situation is a mistake.”

his gaze darkens. “say that again,” rafe says, stepping closer, his voice now a whisper-sharp threat. “say it like you mean it.”

your back hits the edge of the dresser, breath catching. “i said—” but you don’t get to finish, because suddenly his mouth is on yours. the plastic toy clatters to the floor, forgotten, as he presses you back like he’s making a point. your hands push at his chest, just for a second. then they’re clutching his shirt, dragging him closer.

he groans into your mouth, dragging his teeth over your lower lip like he wants to hurt you and worship you in the same breath. when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing hard. his voice is rough, thick with months of frustration and something darker. “now, you’re gonna show me how you use that toy.”

your pulse skitters. you try to find your voice, but it comes out a whisper. “or what?”

his lips twitch into a cruel little smile. “or i’ll make sure you can’t walk to your drawer.”

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i’m back from the dead…

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ty for reviving the stepbro !rafe tag

my pleasure baby😛

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— guidelines

do’s: the basics (smut, fluff, angst), stepcest, unprotected sex, breeding, degradation, bondage, somnophilia, period sex, exhibitionism, cockwarming, threesomes, corruption kink, size kink, spit, daddy/sir kink

don’t’s: piss kink, incest, non-con, any kink involving fecal matter, rape, pegging, pedophilia/ageplay, raceplay

only writing for rafe cameron as of now.

note: be kind. everyone is human. inbox hate will not be posted or responded to. hate on any of my posts (via comments or reposts) will be deleted. if you don’t agree with or like my fics, just scroll or block me. this is a safe place <3

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— masterlist

stepbro!rafe catches you sneaking a boy in

stepbro!rafe may have a breeding kink

stepbro!rafe is big

stepbro!rafe finds a dildo in your drawer

stepbro!rafe finishes first

stepbro!rafe helps relieve sweet!reader’s tension

stepbro!rafe teaches you a lesson

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— stepbro!rafe is big

warnings: mdni, stepcest, unprotected sex

his thick tip presses against your drooling entrance. then, slowly he sinks in. “fuck,” he grunts. only his tip is inside and he can barely fit anymore.

“too big!” you whimper, already feeling hazy from the delicious stretch. he chuckles and shakes his head, staring into your eyes. he pulls his tip out and tries the thrust in again, but your tight cunt halts his entry.

“never had a real dick, huh?” he spits, grabbing your ankles harshly and throwing them over his shoulders.

his words land like a slap. it’s true. all the boys you’ve been with in the past weren’t anything compared to the length and girth of your stepbrother.

you try to snap something back, but all that comes out is a choked gasp as he thrusts again, deeper this time, the head of him forcing past the resistance. you feel split, branded. your hands claw uselessly at the sheets.

“relax,” he growls, like it’s easy. like you’re not being cracked open by the sheer weight of him. he’s watching you fall apart, eyes dark and greedy, hips grinding slow just to hear the way you whimper. “you’ll take it,” he murmurs, almost gently now, dragging his palm up your thigh and gripping hard enough to bruise. “every inch. even if i have to break you open for it.”

and you want him to.

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— stepbro!rafe may have a breeding kink

warnings: mdni, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation

“fuck,” he groans, relentlessly moving in and out of your soaked cunt. he has been pounding into you for an hour now. you checked out after your third orgasm and his second. now, you lay limp and overstimulated as he continues his assault on your pussy.

“rafe, feels so good.” you manage to whimper out. it’s the first coherent thing you’ve said in a few minutes. he replies with a grunt and smushes your head deeper into your pillows.

“damn right it does,” he smirks and slaps your ass. you begin to approach your fourth orgasm of the night as his long cock keeps kissing your cervix. “gonna cum for me again?” he chuckles, reaching his hand around you to rub circles on your clit. you practically scream in response. thank god everyone is out of the house again today. your cunt clamps on him like a vice, suffocating his thickness.

“rafe!” you call out, reaching your hand back to grab onto his forearm.

“rafe!” he mocks your tone in a high-pitched voice. “rafe, what?” he asks, grabbing onto your hair and pulling your head up. he leans forward, hitting even deeper inside of you at this angle. “rafe cum inside of me? or rafe fill me with your cum?” he degrades. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll do just that.” and he does.

with a few final punishing thrusts, he paints your walls white. he moans, releasing so deep inside of you. he keeps himself buried in you, just to make sure it sticks. and when he finally pulls out, he takes his fingers and stuffs his release back into you. “can’t waste any of that.” he murmurs, three fingers deep inside of you.