rafeshit

[rafeshit]

and the funny thing is your post isn’t a fic of rafe x reader / drew x reader yet you still tagged it. glad to be blocked by bird brains who whine about ppl trying to reach an audience 😇

[rafeshit]

celebrity!drew x assistant!reader

warnings — none other than tensionn and kissin

summary — you surprise him at one his premieres that he begged you to come to

youve been Drew's assistant for months, tasked with managing his chaotic schedule and taming the problems in his daily life. It's a wonder you haven't lost your mind yet, given the constant demands and last-minute changes that come with catering to a celebrity. But somehow, you've learned to navigate Drew's world with ease, all while maintaining a sense of calm that eludes him. It's almost comical, really, you're the epitome of organization and precision, whereas Drew is a walking disaster, always running late and anxiety driven about the next big thing.

despite your different approaches to life, you've developed an unlikely friendship with Drew over the past few months. You've grown accustomed to his anxious energy, and he's learned to appreciate your no-nonsense attitude. As the days have turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you've begun to realize that your feelings for Drew go beyond friendship. You've tried to brush it off as a silly crush, but the truth is, you're hooked. You can't help but admire the way his eyes wrinkle at the corners when he smiles or how he stutters when he speaks to you. The problem, of course, is that Drew is a notorious playboy, always on the prowl for the next girl to pounce on. You're not naive enough to think you stand a chance.

today is the day of the premier for Onslaught, Drew's latest movie. He's been a nervous wreck all morning, pacing back and forth in front of the mirror as he preps for the red carpet. When he turns to you and says, "I don't understand why you're not coming with me," you know you have to draw a line. You can't keep enabling his dependency on you, no matter how much you care for him. So you say the one word that will likely send him into a wreck "No!" Drew's scoffs, and he storms out of the room without a word.

you have to admit that your relationship is a little inappropriate. drew latches onto you like a child does to a mother and he uses you as an anchor in everything he does because you do things so well. So you have to draw the line somewhere.

fast-forward to the premier, where Drew is currently sweating bullets during an interview. His anxiety is at an all time high, his eyes darting towards the crowd as he forces a smile onto his face. And then, suddenly, a hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He looks up, his gaze locking onto yours as you stand at the edge of the crowd, smiling brightly back at him. The camera flashes, capturing the moment, and for an instant, everyone’s eyes were on you. But It's just you and Drew, locked in this moment feeling as though you were the only two in the room.

As the interviews wrap up, you make your way over to Drew, he turns to you, asking, "You showed up. Why'd you show up?"

You take a deep breath, preparing for the aftermath of your earlier argument. "I'm really sorry, I just—" But Drew cuts you off, "Why?" He says practically demanding an answer.

"You know why," you say, winking at him.

He chuckles, shaking his head, and you both enter into the building engulfed in a room full of his colleagues. He hands you a glass of sparkling champagne. "Well, I suppose you're here now. Let's make the most of it."

As you sip your drink, taking in the atmosphere, Drew fills you in on the reactions to his movie surrounding Onslaught. His hand finds its way to your back, moving up and down in a gentle, possessive gesture that raises more than a few eyebrows among his co-stars.

Just then, a handsome stranger approaches you,"You look stunning in that black dress, miss." he says, his smile wide and his eyes inviting. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

You feel Drew's hand squeeze your back ever so slightly before it slips off, only to graze your butt in a gentle way. The stranger's eyes flicker to Drew, who was disinterested in the stranger advances from the start, "Sorry, she's unavailable," Drew says, ushering him away.

You turn to him, with a confused on your face. "Unavailable?" you repeat.

Drew offers a downward smile and shrugs. "Yeah. And you're fired."

You're taken aback, "What? Why?" This job has been your lively hood and the biggest break you could ever imagine, it would be catastrophic for you to lose it. You start to wonder where you messed up and if it was even fixable, because his words were certain and clear.

He smirks. "Because I can't date my assistant without it being a problem." Your eyebrows shoot up, and before you can process his words, Drew leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. His hands pull your waist closer to him, deepening the embrace. You both earn side eyes from everyone in the room but you two were far from caring.

Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer and finally He breaks the kiss, still holding your waist as he whispers in your ear, “this dress is coming off tonight.”

[rafeshit]

babydaddy!rafe x mom!reader

warnings — MDNI kissing, sexual acts, and tensionn :)

summary — you had a bad date and rafe picks you up on his motorcycle and things get tense

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you sit across from your date, trying to force a smile as he drones on about his job as an accountant. The conversation has been stilted from the start, and you glance at your watch for what feels like the hundredth time. You're desperate to get out of here, but your brother topper is busy at work and you can't call him to rescue you like you normally would and your mother was babysitting baby wren, the child you had 3 months ago.

you have been going out on dates every weekend in hopes of finding a fitting father for wren, but anytime you would bring up your baby girl each guy would make a fatal mistake — they would not even consider or shied away from asking questions about the most important person in your life. Which is this dates mistake, he would only talk about himself and what he’s interested in. you needed to leave.

you quickly dial the number of your brother's best friend and your baby daddy, rafe as your last resort. You've only talked to him a few times since the birth of your baby, and that was much better than the no-contact you had with him during your whole pregnancy. the baby was purely a mistake and after some disagreements you had broken up because of his drug usage.

you were so stubborn with him that he hasn’t met his child since the birth. You knew you were wrong for that but you couldn’t trust him, especially with his drug problem but you would update him about her progress and he would beg to see her — to which you were never ready to do. But nonetheless rafe would prove he was clean by monthly drug tests, and if you were honest with yourself you knew it wasn’t just the drugs that was keeping him from wren. It was because you knew that if you saw your baby in his arms you would want him back.

rafe answers on the first ring, and you pray he can sense the urgency in your voice. "rafe, I need a favor. I'm on a really bad date and I need you to come get me." You try to keep your voice low, because you lied to your date saying you had an urgent call that needed to be answered.

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Where are you?" He quickly says. You tell him the name of the restaurant, trying to keep your eyes from meeting your date's annoyed gaze. You hang up the phone and you can tell your date is getting suspicious, and you don't want to make things worse. You try to make small talk, but it's clear he's not buying it. He's getting angry, and you're getting scared.

You wait, feeling more and more trapped as the minutes tick by. Your date seems to sense your restlessness and starts to get agitated, his voice rising as he complains about how rude you're being. You try to stay calm, but your trapped, and you need Rafe to get here fast. You glance around the restaurant, hoping to see him walk through the door, but he's nowhere to be seen.

Finally, you see Rafe pulling up on his motorcycle through the glass of the restaurant. You breathe a sigh of relief as he walks towards you, his eyes scanning the area searching for you. He's dressed in his usual striped t-shirt and jeans, and he looks like a guardian angel sent to rescue you from this nightmare. He spots you and quickly walks over to you, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks.

You nod quickly, desperate to get out of there. "I'm fine, just want to go." Rafe nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he reaches out to take your arm.

That's when your date decides to intervene. He grabs your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneers. You feel a safe as Rafe's nearby, knowing he would protect you.

He shoves the guy off you, his arm coming between you and your date. "Touch her again and I’ll fuck up your face," he spat, getting the guy to back off. You let out a light gasp as Rafe turns to you, he offers a reassuring smile.

"Come on, let's go," he says, his voice softening as he looks at you. You nod as Rafe takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant. You can hear your date yelling behind you, but you don't look back. You're safe now, thanks to Rafe.

You follow him to the motorcycle and Rafe hands you a helmet, you put it on and climb onto the back of the bike. Rafe gets on in front of you, and you wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the rumble of the engine beneath you.

before you guys speed off rafe utters, “how’s wren while your out here trying to catch some dick she could’ve been with me, learning who her father is.” you sigh, “she’s with her grandma and I was looking for a father not some fix.”

“why look when you have a perfectly good one here.” He says, revving the engine of his motorcycle. As you speed away from the restaurant, you look back and see your date standing alone in the parking lot, his angry face receding into the distance. the wind whipping through your hair and you cling to Rafes chest.

Your hands roam around his torso, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. You're acutely aware of the tension building between you. Rafe's hand brushes against your leg, ever so softly as he used to do when you guys dated. You glance at him, but his eyes are fixed on the road ahead. You can't help but squeeze him tighter, your grip on his chest growing firmer.

The bike turns into a driveway, and you look around, confused. This isn't your place. Rafe kills the engine, and he gets off the bike and approaches you. He takes off his helmet, then reaches out and removes yours, tossing it across the lawn with a carefree grin. he turns to face you. “this isn’t my place, what are you doing?” You asked.

"You can't touch me like that and expect me not to drive to my place," he says, you try to play it cool, but your words come out stuttering. "W-what?" Rafe takes a step closer, "Do you want me?" he asks. You try to say the right thing, but your mind goes blank.

"We shouldn't..." you trail off, knowing it's a weak excuse. Rafe inches closer, "That's not what I asked. Do you want me?" He says again. You try to deny it, to push him away, but your body betrays you. You nod, barely perceptible, and the word escapes your lips in a whisper. "Yes."

he take no time to lean in, his lips claiming yours in a sensual kiss. Your lips do not break apart as you he walks backwards towards the door of his house, fiddling with the doorknob until he manage to open it. He continues backing up, all the way to the couch in the living room. Your kisses are quick and intense as he tosses off his shirt.

He throws you on his lap and starts biting your lip in between kisses in the more pleasant way possible. His hands, roam from your neck to your back and then to your butt, which he squeezes with intensity.

You begin to grind against him, his hard on rubbing against your clit was only making it better. He tosses you onto the plush cushions beside you and slips off the couch angling his face in between your legs, he slides your lace underwear to the side and begins piping his fingers into you, in which you let out soft moans, taking in the feeling.

He uses his free hand to unzip his pants and begin stroking his dick at the same pace he's pumping his fingers into you. He beings to work his fingers faster and his tongue went to your clit, swirling at a prominent pace, matching the speed with how he is stroking his dick.

Your hands clutch his hair, gripping it with vice. His fingers begin to hit your cervix and your one pump away from comeing. Finally you feel the band in your stomach snap and body begins to shake. He gets up, pushing the tip of his dick into your cunt to come, his hands jerking the rest of his dick off as he pumps his warm come into you, painting your walls white.

Finally he comes to a stop and plops down on the couch next to you, zipping up his pants. "God, that felt so good, I’ve missed you so much." He breathes. You're still catching you breath when suddenly the door knob starts to fiddle and rafe quickly throws on his T-shirt and you slip your underwear to its appropriate place. The door opens and in walks your brother, topper. "Oh! Hey sis what are you doing here?" He asks, holding bags of Chinese food.

You stutter, "had a bad date and rafe picked me up." You innocently smile.

"Yeah we were just sitting here, chattin’" Rafe smiles. “I think we’ve came to an agreement that wren will be in my life a lot more.” he says looking to you for approval, you nod, thinking that wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“im glad you two worked things out.” Topper places the Chinese food on the table and claps his hands together, "well who wants to eat!?" You look to rafe and he nods, and three of you enjoy egg rolls and rice.

this made me hungry ngl 🥲

[rafeshit]

cocky!rafe x cocky!reader

warnings — none other than LOTS of angst and kissing

summary — enemies to kissing on a ski trip, inspired by a TikTok

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as you strap on your skis, you gaze out at the snowy peaks surrounding the lodge you and your friends were staying at. your friends were chatting excitedly near the ski lift, while rafe, the bound of your existence stands off to the side, his usual annoying smirk plastered on his face. you can't help but roll your eyes, you've had to put up with his condescending attitude for years, and the constant bickering between you two has become exhausting and more frequent.

but, for the sake of this trip, you and Rafe agreed to a 72-hour truce as requested from your friends.

now that you had your gear on it was time to start skiing, you and rafe were adrenaline junkies at heart, so you guys made your way to the hard ski slopes as your friends stuck to the easier trails.

as you pause at the top of the ski slope, Rafe looks over at you, "I bet you can't beat me down there," he says, in the most arrogant way possible. you raise an eyebrow, and with a cocky grin on your face you say, "I've been doing this my whole life, good luck!”

rafes smirk widens. "Challenge accepted."

as you fly down the mountain with your skis carving effortless turns, you let out a gut wrenching laugh. You're so far ahead of Rafe, it's humiliating. You pull out your phone to record your dominance, planning to rub it in his face when you reach the bottom. you can't wait to see the look on Rafe's face when you show him the evidence of your victory.

suddenly, he appears out of nowhere, his skis harshly digging into the snow as he catches up to you. You're still holding your phone out, grinning from ear to ear, when he grabs you by the waist and plants a sudden helmet-to-helmet kiss on your cheek.

You're dumbfounded, the laughter dying on your lips. You ski for a few seconds, trying to process what just happened before coming to a stop. You rip off your helmet, tossing it to the ground, and turn to face Rafe, narrowing your eyes.

"What the hell was that?!" you shouted, rafe saunters over, unhitching his helmet, and gives you an innocent look. "What was what?" he asks, pretending like he has no idea what you're talking about.

"You kissed me dumbass!" you accuse. Rafe shrugs, giving you a smile. "That was hardly a kiss. our helmets were in the way." You can't believe his audacity, acting like it was no big deal. “Awe, did a little kiss get you flustered?" Rafe teases.

You immediately shake your head, "Absolutely not, I'd rather die."

Rafe raises an eyebrow, "I think you kind of liked it."

"Not in a million years," you insist.

Rafe takes a step closer, getting a good look at your face. "Your blush says otherwise," he smirks.

we’re you blushing? You thought, you couldn’t tell from how cold it was but you try to brush it off. "It's just the 20 degree weather and skiing down the slopes..."

Rafe interrupts you, ��no, the blush when i said kiss… what’s that about?” He asks you jokingly.

You're starting to feel frustrated, trapped in this conversation. "Fine," you mutter, rolling your eyes again. Rafe takes another step closer, to the point where you were mere inches apart, "If it didn't bother you, let me do it again. One kiss. If it bothers you, then fine, but if not, then I'll go down and tell our friends you beat me so hard."

"I'm not gonna like it." you spat.

Rafe took that as an opportunity to his own advantage. "If you do, I get to do it again, and again, and again."

You throw up your hands, "Screw it, fine. Do it." you shrug. Rafe's eyes light up and he leans in, his lips brushing against yours, not connecting just yet, then he grabs you by the waist shoving your bodies together connecting your lips, his tongue slips into your mouth which surprises you and he sort of just does it one sided. you couldn’t lie, although it was one kiss, his plump lips felt so satisfying against yours.

As Rafe pulls back from the kiss, you find yourself leaning forward, your lips still parted, craving more. You're taken aback by your own reaction, but Rafe seems to revel in it. He gives you a smirk, "Yeah, I thought you'd like it.”

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you realize you've been caught. Rafe takes advantage of your momentary distraction, leaning in again to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, you don't try to resist. You let yourself get lost in the touch.

his hands cradle your face, rubbing your cheek ever so slightly.

you never thought you’d end up kissing rafe, ever. But since you lost the bet, it seems like you’ll be kissing him more often…

[rafeshit]

video!rafe x video!girl

warnings — MDNI voyeurism(?), m!masterbation, sneaky, comeshot, dubcon(?)

summary — rafe can’t keep his hands to himself on video call (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

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you were sat in front of your laptop, checking yourself out on the screen as you waited for the call to connect. You were thousands of miles away from Kildare, in California, but the distance didn't feel so far when you were on video call with your best friend. Finally, the call connects and you see rafes handsome face appear on the screen.

"Hey, y/n." Rafe smiled, “I’ve missed you, hows life in Cali treatin’ you?" He asked, making you smile. Cali treated you well but all of that meant nothing since you didn’t have rafe with you.

"It's okay, I guess. Just missing you and the gang. Can't wait to get back to Kildare," you said, with a wink. You'd always been aware of the power you held over Rafe, and you couldn't help but tease him with it. you continued talking, telling him about how the internship was going.

Rafe's face turned serious as he listened to your voice. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and his pupils dilated ever so slightly. You knew that tone of voice that you put on, one that you'd perfected over the years, had a way of getting under Rafe's skin. He was always so submissive to your charms. You can see it in the way he’d lick his lips and stare at your mouth as you spoke.

"Sounds great, we've missed you too," Rafe said, his voice a little tighter than usual. "Can't wait to have you back." He leaned in, “so we can have some… fun.”

You knew what fun meant all too well, you both would fool around occasionally when you were in each others presence but you have always established that you were just friends. Best friends at that.

You thought for a second before responding, "Hopefully I’ll be back in a few weeks. Depends on how things go with my internship."

Rafe's grin returned, and he leaned in closer, "Well, when you do get back, I have something we could do in mind." His voice was low and suggestive. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and Rafe's eyes seemed to lock onto that movement.

"What is it?" you asked, knowing the answer. You knew that Rafe loved to tease you and you were happy to play along.

"Let's just say it involves us, a quiet night in, and maybe a few boundaries being broken."

"I'm listening…" you said, your voice still seductive, still teasing. You could sense Rafe's excitement building, and you knew that he was struggling to contain himself. Rafe chuckled, "I'll fill you in on the details when you get back. Trust me, it'll be fun."

You laughed, continuing to discuss how life was in California. Then the conversation leads to what you have planned for when you get back, going into detail about how rafe will be the first person you see…. And fuck. He tells you to go into detail about what will happen when he sees you and you don’t hold back telling him the explicit things that were on your mind.

You notice his hands fiddling with something out of the camera view, but you don’t question it, you continue talking, going into detail about every position, every move, every kiss you would delight him with.

Rafe is losing his fucking mind about the way your voice drops to a seductive whisper as your speaking. He’s been feeling the tent in his pants grow more and more by the way you talk, rubbing and touching himself through his jeans until he couldn’t take it anymore. He unzips his pants, gripping his dick with vice from under the table.

He moves his arm up and down ever so slightly in hopes of not alerting you. His eyes stayed glued to your lips and the way puckered out every time you said “fuck”. you mentioned how you’d fuck him in the car, in the country club golfing closet, in the bathroom of a restaurant and his imagination ran wild with those words.

His hands fisted his dick up and down, now going at a faster pace, not caring if you would notice it or not, to which you didn’t as you too got lost in your own imagination. He would let out soft groans and discrete cuss words that went unnoticed.

Now, he could feel his dick throbbing as he squeezed his dick as tight as he thought your cunt would grip it. He bites his lip to hold back a loud grunt as he’s reaching his high. The soft sound of his hands moving with a quick pace filled his room, fortunately it didn’t get picked up by the microphone attached to his computer.

He feels the band in his stomach snap and the cum beginning to rush to his tip, now he didn’t care if you would see him playing with himself as you spoke. With quick words he says, “fuckkk, stick your tongue out f’me.”

you pause your words, and furrow your brows, tilting your head to the side, “why?”

“just do it.” He grunts. You notice his hand moving with a quick pace up and down, you don’t question it as you stick your tongue out making an “aaa” sound, coming in closer to the camera.

suddenly he gets up from his chair and in view is his dick, to your surprise, he comes closer to the screen and jerks off vigorously painting his screen white, you are shocked at the sudden move but you continue to stick your tongue out as the screen turns to a pasty white.

“Fuckkk y/n.” he groans, milking every last drop. The moans die down and it is silent on his end for a few seconds until he wipes the screen clear, you pop your tongue back in your mouth with a smile, finally seeing his face back in the camera. “Damn rafe you couldn’t contain yourself could you?” You tease.

He chuckles, “yeah don’t cream your pants.” He says as he good-naturely rolls his eyes. “Your voice, your lips, your face was just too much f’me. I missed you so much.” He says, tossing the tissue paper to the side and taking a seat.

“Don’t worry it won’t be long until I’m back, then we could do it all over again but in person.” You wink.

[rafeshit]

AS REQUESTED (MDNI)

summary — shower sex with rafe

warnings — (unpro) p in v, sucking, and whimpering.

You step into the shower, the warm water hitting your skin from the shower head, and Rafe follows closely behind, his eyes locked onto yours with a smile. It’s the first time you have ever showered together, and it was a sight for sore eyes to see your perfectly curvy body and voluminous hair reflecting against the glass walls. As you move under the showerhead, he does the same, letting out a contented sigh as the water washes over him.

As you begin to lather up your hair, Rafe tilts his head back, closing his eyes, and lets the water run through his brunette locks. You can't help but stare at the sight of him, his chiseled features relaxed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

You find yourself enchanted by the way the water streams down his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the curve of his pointed nose. Your gaze lingers on his lips, just slightly parted, and you think of what it would be like to kiss them when they are so red and plump from the hot water.

Suddenly, Rafe's eyes flicker open, and he catches you staring. A husky chuckle escapes his throat, and he raises an eyebrow, clearly delighted by being watched — you can't help but smile, sheepishly, as Rafe takes a step closer, his wet body inches from yours. "Like the view, huh?" he asks, teasingly.

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed, but Rafe just laughs and leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm glad you do," he whispers.

You quickly wash the conditioner out your hair and Rafe's hands slide around your waist as soon as your finished. before you can react, he lifts you up, holding you against him. You wrap your legs around his hips, feeling his hot skin against yours. He leans you back against the shower wall, the cold glass frame contrasting against the heat from his body.

As you settle into his embrace, Rafe's lips find yours, his kisses slow and passionate. The water continues to pour down around you, creating a shell of warmth. You feel his hands roaming up your back, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he deepens the kiss.

Your hands tangle in his hair, the wet strands slipping through your fingers as you pull him closer. Rafe's eyes remain closed, his focus solely on the kiss, but you can't help but open yours, taking in the sight of him, his face inches from yours, his features so red and plump.

As he shifts his weight, his body presses against yours, Rafe's lips move down your neck and his mouth is hot against your skin, you tilt your head back, exposing your throat to his attention.

After a while of sucking on your neck he looks down, seeing that he was hard, he looks you in the eyes, begging to fuck you. You give him a simple nod, to which he lets out a delighted chuckle. He carefully holds you with one hand, and uses the other to position himself inside you, once it slips in you both let out an audible moan.

He starts to slowly fuck you against the glass door, the sounds echoing through the bathroom. “Do you like that?” He asks breathlessly, not because you were heavy, you were light weight in his arms, but because of the steam filling up the shower and entering your lungs, making it even more sensual.

“Yes, Rafe” you breathlessly whisper. He sends sloppy kisses your lips and the trails down your neck until he manages to angle himself to your breasts, he begins sucking on your nipple, hard, sensual sucks that send shivers down your spine.

He releases your tit with a *pop* and focuses more at the task at hand, which was fucking you. He begins to move at a faster pace, the banging of the glass door getting louder. He holds you against his chest like a koala, digging deeper into your cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet even inside your pussy.” He mutters.

You could barely breathe when rafe starts pounding into you at a more frequent pace, kissing your cervix. Cock ramming into you so hard you knew you’d walk sideways for a week. Your hands scratched helplessly at the glass pane finding little to no grip. You start to feel his cock twitching inside of you, and you cunt gripping it with vise.

“your sucking me so well,” he whimpers, “keep doing that and im gonna come.” But you were already orgasming, loud, grueling moans escaping your lips. Hes keeping his thrusts at a pace that keeps you going, so you continue sucking him further hitting your sweet spot.

alas a loud grunt comes from rafes mouth and his pace falters, becoming more sloppy as he paints your walls white. “shitttt,” he moans, his face contorting as he throws his head back in satisfaction, you tilt his head back to face you, “keep your eyes on me baby.” you say, to which he struggles to achieve, he continues thrusting leaving every drop in your tight cunt, practically fucking the come into you.

finally, he pulls out, watching it drip out with content. he plants your feet back down on the floor, and he kisses your cheek, “you did so good f’me,” he smiles, “let’s get cleaned up.”

[rafeshit]

STARSTRUCK (inspired) drew x fan!reader

warnings — none

summary — you are trying to get home when a celebrity hits you with a door.

you were in the city of new york, eager to get home after a long day. the city lights were shining, illuminating your path, but you're too tired to appreciate it. You've been looking forward to collapsing onto your couch, and shedding off the white dress you wore to a party.

As you turn the corner, you're suddenly slammed into by a door that read “set stage”, flung open by a suited figure. "Ow!" you cry out, clutching your head as you stumble backwards. Your world spins for a moment before you collapse onto the pavement. You lie there, dazed, and confused.

The suited figure, dressed in a black suit and tie, rushes to your side, "Oh my god, did I just hit you?" he asks, worry evident in his voice. You gaze up at him, your vision blurry, and reply with sarcasm, "No, the door just flung open by itself. Good job, door." You can't help but roll your eyes, even as a sharp pain shoots through your head.

He looks taken aback, but then mutters, "Oh, this isn't looking good." You struggle to sit up, wincing as the pain intensifies. As you take in the man's features, your eyes widen in recognition. You've seen that face plastered on billboards, magazine covers, and movie screens. "Wait, you're drew star—" But before you can finish, the man's hand closes around your mouth, his eyes darting around nervously.

"I'll get you free tickets to my movie if you don't scream my name," he says, his voice urgent in desperation. You shove his hand away, irritation flooding your system. "I don't want tickets to your stupid movie. I want to go home." You try to stand up, but the world spins again, and you stumble backwards.

“wait your not a fan of me?” He asks, visibly hurt.

you roll your eyes, “not in a million years.”

The man's expression turns grave. "I'll drive you to a hospital, my car's just around the corner." You hesitate, not wanting to get into a car with this stranger, no matter how famous he is. You've heard the stories about celebrities and their games,"I don't want to get into the car with you," you say.

He raises an eyebrow. "Would you rather walk all the way home with a concussion?"

You cross your arms, trying to sound braver than you felt, “I’d rather play in traffic.”

The man's gaze flicks towards the alleyway, he must have heard the distant chatter of fans approaching, because he quickly says, "Enough with the bratty act, follow me." There's a tone of authority in his voice that makes you hesitate, but your head is pounding, and you're not sure you have a choice. You struggle to your feet, realizing that your head hurts more than you initially thought. Maybe getting into the car with this... celebrity is all you got.

You follow him, grunting as you hold your head, and get into the black car parked nearby. As you sink into the leather seats, he says, “would you mind sinking a little lower I don’t want the paparazzi seein’ you”.

You roll your eyes, sinking lower. The man slips into the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror as he starts the engine.

As you settled into the luxurious car, you felt annoyed at being stuck with this stuck up celebrity. Drew glanced at you in the rearview mirror, attempting to make small talk. "So, how's your head feeling?" he asked. You shot back with a healthy dose of sarcasm, "Oh, it's just peachy. Thanks for asking, Mr. Celebrity."

Drew's expression remained calm, but you detected amusement in his eyes. He continued to drive, navigating the city streets with ease, until you finally arrived at the hospital. As you entered the emergency room, the lights only added to your growing headache. A doctor approached you, asking a series of questions about the accident. After a quick examination, he led you to a private room for a scan.

The wait felt long, but eventually, the doctor returned with the results. "Well, the scans came back empty, so I think you'll be just fine," he said with a reassuring smile. Drew peeked his head into the room, "So, she'll be okay?" The doctor nodded, adding, "Just make sure your girlfriend drinks water and stays off her feet for a while, just to be safe."

You quickly corrected him, "He's not my boyfriend." Drew chimed in, "Yeah, unfortunately." You rolled your eyes, retorting, "God, you're so full of yourself." Drew shot back, "I wasn't being cocky, I was just saying anyone who dates a brat like you is in for a treat." To which you laugh at.

The doctor excused himself to retrieve some paperwork, leaving the two of you alone. You turned to Drew, asking, "So, Mr. Movie Star, what's it like finally not being the center of attention?" Drew's response was filled with sarcasm, "I'm literally killing myself over this." To your surprise, you laughed at his remark, and he smiled, adding, "Just because I'm a movie star doesn't mean I'm not human." You nodded, "I know, but that doesn't make you exempt from me going off on a guy who hit me with a door." Drew chuckled, "Yeah, I guess so."

As the conversation continued, you proposed an idea, "Hey, how about you give me an autograph and I'll sell it to pay for this hospital bill?" Drew agreed, "Deal, pretty girl." However, he added a condition, "You can't tell anyone about this, not even your closest friends, or else the press would get the wrong idea."

You assured him, "I wasn't planning to, you're not that big in my world." Drew replied, "Right," but you quickly added, "But now you are, since you're my knight in shining armor." A smirk spread across his face at the remark.

Before long, the doctor returned with the paperwork, and Drew got up to leave, grabbing his suit jacket and a piece of paper. He scribbled his signature on it, handing it to you with a small note attached,

"I really hope you're gonna be okay." Your eyes widened as you gazed at the autograph, accompanied by a wad of cash and his phone number. The note read, "I'll pay for your bill, but give me a call, and maybe you could ride in my car to a restaurant and not a hospital. Sell it if you want, but I'll be really sad if my number gets leaked."

A small smile crept onto your face as you read the message and the brat in you softened ever so slightly. Maybe he isn’t who you thought he was.

[rafeshit]

MDNI

[rafeshit]

sweet!rafe x sad!reader

warnings — tw: tiktok ban

summary — tiktok gets banned and rafe comforts reader

youre laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as the sun begins to set through the window of your boyfriends condo. Your fingers scroll through the feed, liking and commenting on posts without registering what they're even about. suddenly, a screen takes over, announcing in bold black letters "TikTok Banned in the USA."

Your heart shatters as you process the news. No, no, no. This can't be happening. You've spent hours crafting your own videos, perfecting your dance moves, and even gaining ten thousand followers by showcasing you and rafes relationship to the public. It's not just an app – it's your life.

before you can even react, your boyfriend Rafe walks into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes from a nap he had taken. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, noticing the distress on your face.

You hold up your phone, and he takes a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Awe dont worry, babe. It's just an app. We'll find something else to do together," he says, brushing your hair softly.

You sigh, already feeling the water works coming. "It's not just an app, Rafe. It's my everything, my friends... my escape." You let out a weak chuckle, trying to hold back the tears. "I know it sounds silly, but it just feels like a part of me is being taken away."

Rafe pulls you closer, “We can find new ways to express ourselves," He pauses, his eyes squinting at the screen. "Who knows? Maybe we'll even start our own YouTube channel."

“No rafe!” you groan, “that means we’ll have to start from scratch”

“that’s fine, it will be a fresh start, maybe it will work out for us?” He assures you.

You toss your phone across the room groaning, “God. Your dad was a trump supporter and honestly for the first time in my life I think we need that guy for once.”

he brushes his hand along your back, “it will be replaced back on your phone once he’s in office baby, I promise everything will work out fine.” he smiles.

you give him a flat smile, and suddenly he lifts you up, scooping you in his arms, “now that you dont have TikTok distracting you all the time maybe we can spend some quality time with eachother!”

you squeal as he runs into the bedroom and tosses you on the bed. “what could we possibly do?” You ask.

“I think I have something in mind.” He smirks.

You furrow your brows, “no, rafe I dont feel like-“

“Not that.” He quickly says, “let’s think about some YouTube channel ideas, we could start off with a Q&A or maybe a gaming video? You know you love COD.”

you smile at that, “or maybe we could do the ‘we listen and we dont judge challenge’, I can learn so much about your dirty secrets i know you have been keeping from me.” You raise an accusatory brow.

“Anything you want baby, im down for it.” He says, collapsing on top of you and tickling you, earning fits or laughter from you. Rafe always knows how to cheer you up and it didn’t seem so bad that TikTok is banned since you could spend more time with your boyfriend.

(this is satire)

[rafeshit]

dad!drew x pregnant!reader

warnings — fluff and stuff :)

summary — drew being overprotective when you leave a hotel to see a swarm of paparazzi and fans at the doorway

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You stand in front of the hotel room mirror, applying a final coat of mascara as Drew sits behind you, watching with an admiring gaze. You're both getting ready to head out to dinner, and you can't wait to dig into the food.

"Drew, I have been craving seafood all day," you say, setting the mascara wand down on the counter. "I hope they have some options at this restaurant." You groan, all you need right now is seafood, your whole pregnancy you had been craving it like clockwork.

Drew's face lights up with a smile. "You're in luck, because I checked the menu online and they have an entire section dedicated to seafood. You're going to be in heaven baby."

You let out a squeal, happy to hear that, and Drew gets up from his chair, walking over to where you stand. He drops to his knees, his hands on either side of your belly, and presses his lips to your stomach through the tight black dress, sending kisses all over your stomach. "Hey there, buddy," he coos, speaking to your bump. "Mama's been craving some fish, huh? Are you hungry, baby?"

As if on cue, the baby kicks, and you both laugh at that coincidence.

"Looks like someone's excited for dinner," Drew says, chuckling, looking at you.

You run your hand over your belly, feeling the pressure of the baby's kicks. "I think someone's been listening to our conversation," you say smiling.

Drew plants one more kiss on your stomach before standing up, holding out a hand to help you turn around. You take one last glance in the mirror, making sure your makeup is perfect, before grabbing your bag and nodding at Drew.

"Ready to go?" he asks, and you nod. as you head out the door, Drew wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You lean into him, and step out into the hallway. As the elevator doors slide open, you and Drew step inside, pressing the button for the lobby. The ride down is quick and quiet, and your hands are interlocked with Drew’s as he kisses you on the cheek.

As you exit the elevator, you push through the glass doors, and surprisingly you're met with a swarm of paparazzi and screaming fans. You blink, taken aback by the chaos. "How did they even find us?" you wonder out loud, grasping Drew's arm for support. You'd only arrived in town today, and you'd been discreet about your whereabouts.

Drew shields your face from the flashing cameras, as you step outside. "Let's just get through this," he mutters, guiding you through the crowd. Fans reach out, begging for autographs and pictures, but Drew politely declines, mentioning your dinner reservation. You nod in agreement, trying to stay focused on getting through the crowd.

But just as you think you're making progress, a paparazzi grabs your arm, yanking you back. "How's the pregnancy going?" he asks, his camera lens inches from your face, flashing bright white flicks in your face, practically blinding you.

You stumble, almost losing your balance, but Drew quickly reacts, catching you. He shoves the paparazzi away with his shoulder, giving him just enough force to get him to back off. "Watch yourself, dick wad," Drew spat, "You could've hurt her."

The paparazzi sneers, but Drew's warning is clear. "You're going to need to do better than that if you want a shot," Drew adds. You take a deep breath, continuing through the crowd. Drew wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in even closer.

Finally, you see the black sedan waiting for you, and Drew opens the door, helping you inside. You collapse onto the seat, exhaling a sigh as the door closes behind you. "Are you okay?" Drew asks, moving a piece of hair from your face.

You nod, still shaken up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Drew takes your hand and scans your face. "Anytime, baby. Now, let's get to that seafood, right?” He offers a smile, to which you could reciprocate.

As the car pulls away from the curb, you start to feel dizzy. The encounter with the paparazzi was more than you can handle, and the motion of the car isn't helping. You sway slightly to the side, feeling like you're going to faint.

Drew's eyes snap to yours, "Hey, hey, are you okay?" he asks, quickly releasing his seatbelt and moving closer to you.

You nod, trying to assure him, but the words get stuck in your throat. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. Without hesitation, Drew takes your hand and pulls you into his side. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and begins to speak softly into your ear. "Take slow, deep breaths, baby. You're alright now. I've got you."

You nod, already feeling better as you lean into him. He tenderly strokes your hair, his fingers gentle against your scalp. "That was a close call back there." he says, verbally upset about it.

As the car continues to move, Drew holds you tight. Your dizziness begins to subside and after a few minutes, you feel well enough to sit up straight again. Drew helps you adjust your seatbelt and hands you a bottle of water from the car's mini-fridge.

"Here, drink this," he says, "You must have gotten dehydrated from the shock."

You take a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat. "Thank you.”

Drew smiles, "Anytime, baby. Now, let's get to that dinner and get you those crab legs."

“Thank God.” You chuckle. Upon arrival at the restaurant everything else went smoothly, you had a nice romantic dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city and you enjoyed your seafood by clearing off the entire plate. When it came time to go back to the hotel drew made sure to step out the car first and make a pathway for you by telling the fans that you were expecting and needing the space. They obeyed, because they were respectful as always.

Finally you reach the hotel room and collapse on the bed, drew following suit. he wraps his arm around your tummy and smiles at you, to which you smile back. He places a kiss on you lips and you both then prepare to get ready for bed.

[rafeshit]

morning!rafe x reader

warnings : MDNI! hickeys, biting, praise talk, fingering, orgasm.

summary — rafe wakes up next to you, marking your body.

rafes body is pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath that graced your skin. His fingers dance across your figure, leaving trails of goosebumps — his touch becomes more possessive, more insistent as he wraps his arms around you, holding you so close that you can feel his heart beating against your chest.

his lips graze the curve of your neck, Its then that you realize what he's doing. He's about to mark you, claim you as his own. you feel his breath whisper against your ear, "You're mine.” he murmurs, “No one will ever have you like I do,” and you can't help but to lean into his touch.

his fingers move to the curve of your neck, and he slightly tightens his grip as he applies a gentle bite. It's a soft, comforting pain, one that makes you feel wanted, needed, craved. You can't help but moan softly at the pleasure of that.

he continues trailing down your neck with soft bites. As he releases the bite, his lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "You're beautiful when I mark you up like this." he murmurs.

You turn your head, catching rafes gaze. His eyes are dark and intense, filled with a possessiveness that has always made you weak in the knees. You can see the desire in his eyes, the need to claim you, to make you his.

his hands move to cradle your face, his thumbs tracing the curves of your cheeks. You lean in, your lips meeting his in a hungry, desperate kiss. As you kiss, you can feel Rafe's heart pounding against yours, the excitement of it all very present.

His lips move to the base of your throat, where he leaves a series of gentle bites, each one a promise of possession. “you’re doing so good f’me” he praises.

He begins to suck on your neck, vicariously leaving hickeys in every spot he could find, which was your favorite part because when he did this he would leave soft kisses in the places he marked, showing how tender and passionate these love bites we’re for him.

His fingers dance across your skin, tracing the curves of your body as if memorizing every inch of you. he takes a good look at your neck, admiring his work with a satisfying nod. But he knew your body so well, to the point where he knew you were wet at this point, his hand travels down into your pants and he begins to rub your clit. you spread your legs wider, giving him more access.

you let out a soft moan, which earns an "aw" from him, knowing just how satisfying this feeling is for you. you feel his breath against your ear once more, as he slides two fingers into your slit. "do you like that?" he whispers, pumping his fingers in and out at the pace you like most.

"mhm" you manage to let out, but that was not satisfactory for him.

"use your words or im stopping." he threatens, which causes you to let out, "yes, I like that." he begins to pump faster into you, you're a moaning mess at this point as he buries his face in your neck kissing and sucking your skin when he hits the sweet spot in your cunt.

your high was arriving, "im coming." you moan dwelling in the way his soft fingers worked in you.

"tell me how bad you need this." he quickly says as your panting, you grasp on his arm for comfort, riding out your high. you squirm, digging deeper into his arm, sure to leave fingernail markings, "so badly.." you let out.

"how bad do you need me baby?" He asks pumping faster.

"needed you so badly rafe." you mutter into the crook of his neck, feeling the band in your stomach shap. you breathe vigorously as he works his fingers even faster, reaching euphoria and the highest of highs. you let out one last shaky breath as you finish, your legs finally coming to a stop after shaking so precariously.

he slowly slips his finger out your slit, "good girl." he praises you.

he moves his hands to your waist, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he pulls you in to cuddle. “everyone knows your mine now, or else I fuck you so hard the whole town will know my name.” he says. you nod your head to his words, still reeling from throbbing of your neck. you know that he would go at nothing to make that happen.

[rafeshit]

hitman!rafe x target!reader

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, slight coercion (maybe dubcon?), praise kink, swearing, threats, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, riding.

FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT DONT JUDGE ME

(my third fic of the day!? check out my others ones🤭)

You're sitting in your cozy room, lost in thought as you scroll through your phone. It's a typical lazy Sunday afternoon when suddenly, you're shaken by a loud thud coming from upstairs. You sit there for a moment, wondering if you should investigate, until your curiosity got the better of you.

You make your way upstairs, calling out to see if anyone's there. No response. You reach the top of the stairs and notice that the attic door is slightly ajar. You push it open and find a stranger sprawled out on the floor, clutching his side. He looks up at you, his eyes squinting in pain.

He attempts to sit up. "I was just looking for a place to... um... get shelter for the night. I saw your attic window open and thought it would be a good spot to hide from the rain."

You buy into his lame excuse, feeling sympathy for the stranger as you see he’s bleeding. You rush to help him, noticing the deep gash on his forehead, he must’ve fallen on the golf clubs right next to the attic window. You usher him to sit on a box, but he winces in pain.

"I think I have some band-aids around here somewhere," you say, rushing off to grab the first-aid kit. As you're applying the band-aids, your eyes glance over to his black leather jacket, and see a gun peeking out of the inner pocket. Your heart starts racing, "What's that?" you ask, trying to stay calm.

The stranger follows your gaze, before he flashes a reassuring smile. "Oh, that's just for protection. I've had some... issues with some not-so-nice people in the past. I like to be prepared, you know?"

You're not entirely convinced, he looked shady, dressed in all black, but you let it slide, focusing on tending to his wound instead. As you continue to nurse his injury, you ask a few questions like what his name was, he was Rafe — a perfect name for such a strange guy. There's something about this stranger that doesn't add up. You can't quite put your finger on it.

As you continue to tend to Rafe's wound, you learn that he's from out of town, and he's been traveling for a while. As you're talking, Rafe suddenly pushes you away, and he reaches into his jacket, pulling out the gun. Your heart stops as he points it at your head, his body towering over you making you glued to the ground.

"You know, I've been watching you for a while," he says, “You're a nice girl, but you're a loose end. Someone wants you taken care of, and I'm the one who's gonna do it."

Panic sets in, and you start to babble, saying anything and everything to try and get him to stop. You promise to do whatever he wants, to give him anything he desires, just please, please don't pull the trigger. As you stay there pleading you realize who could’ve wanted you dead… your ex.

"I'm not a bad person," you say trying to connect with him on a human level. "I don't deserve to die. Whatever my ex did, I didn't do anything to him. This is all a mistake. Please, have mercy." You glance around the attic, desperate for a distraction, and spot a small photo on a nearby trunk. It's a picture of your family, smiling and happy. You were a little girl in that photo, with a life you thought was long ahead of you.

"Look, this is my family," you say, pointing to the photo. "They need me. If you kill me, you'll be taking away their loved one. Is that really what you want to do?” You see hesitation in Rafes eyes, and you know you're getting to him. You keep pushing, trying to find the right buttons to press. "I'll do anything," you plead. “Just please, don't kill me."

Rafe's gaze lingers on the photo, and you can see the humanity in his eyes alas. Slowly, he lowers the gun, tucking it back into his jacket. You breathe a sigh of relief.

Rafe's gaze lingers on yours, "You know, I've never not completed a job before," he says, his voice shattering the silence with curiosity. "There's something about you...that makes me…not pull the trigger."

You're still shaken, but you try to compose yourself. "What do you want?" you ask.

Rafe smiles, his teeth almost as pale as his skin, and his eyes crinkle in the corners as he says. "Let's start with why you're wearing that... interesting nightgown."

You blush. You'd forgotten you were still wearing your thin, silk nightgown, and Rafe's gaze is lingering on it in a way that makes you feel exposed. It was practically see through.

"It's just what I was wearing when I heard the thud," you say.

Rafe raises an eyebrow. "You sleep in that dainty thing?"

You nod, "Yeah, I like to be comfortable when I sleep."

He chuckles, biting his bottom lip. That move made you feel something. You wasn’t sure, what. Rafe's gaze lingers on yours, and you see something there, something that looks almost like attraction. But then it's gone, replaced by his usual cold, brooding look. Just as you're about to ask him to leave, you hear your parent's voice calling out from downstairs. "Hey, sweetie, are you okay up there?"

Rafe's eyes flick to the stairs, and he grabs your arm, pulling you towards the corner of the attic. "Shh, hide," he whispers, “I’ll blow your fucking head off if you say anything,” he threatens, his breath hot against your ear. You both press against the wall, holding your breath as your parent's footsteps creak up the stairs. You can feel Rafe's chest against your back, his breath on the back of your neck, and you're acutely aware of how close you are.

You shout out, "Yeah, Mom, I'm fine! Just looking for something."

There's a pause, and then your parent's voice calls out again. "Okay, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything."

As soon as the footsteps fade away, you turn to Rafe, not realizing how close you are until your faces are inches apart. Rafe's eyes lock onto yours, and you stare into those piercing ocean blue eyes, for a moment, you just breathe, your hearts beating in sync. Then, Rafe's gaze drops to your lips, and you can feel his eyes tracing the curve of your mouth. You part your lips, and Rafe leans in, his lips lightly brushing against yours.

It's a gentle touch, a soft caress, but it somehow manages to turn you on. You feel like you're melting into him, like your entire world has narrowed down to this one kiss. But it's over all too soon. Rafe pulls away, his eyes locked onto yours. You thought that was it, until he pushes your shoulders back to lay on the floor.

“you wanna get outta this?” He asks, to which you nod your head vigorously, “then get on your knees.”

You obey, moving quickly to get on your knees. He takes off his long black leather jacket which reveals a bulge in his pants. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, he grabs your chin, making you look up at him, “you see what you did to me, wearing that dainty gown?.. handle it.” He urges. “It’ll be worth way more than the 10,000$ your ex offered.”

You nod, and he quickly unzips his dark colored jeans, he pulls his hard cock out, his size drawing a breathless reaction from you, making your mouth water on its own. “don’t just look at it.” he spat. “get on with it.”

You fist his shaft, moving your hand back and forth as you see pre-cum dripping out of the tip.“come on, put your fucking mouth on it.”

You wrap your mouth around the tip and then glide your lips down his shaft, you can feel him throb against your throat as you suck him, his fingers placed into the back of your hair ushering your mouth to go further. You bob your head back and forth, earning groans from him, “fuck, just like that.” he moans.

“Youre doing so good f’me,” with that pride of information, you go faster. he’s a moaning mess until your fingers loosen their pace and you pop the cock out of your mouth. He feels the instant void of touch and he looks down at you, his expression brooding. “I wasn’t finished.” he spat.

You simply smile at him and then usher him to sit on a box, you sit on his lap, gliding his cock into your cunt, he throws his head back and groans, “fuck this is even better.” his hands wrap around your waist and he lazily moves your hips up and down taking his cock inside you fully.

now you were a moaning mess, “feels so good.” you groan, throwing your hands around his neck and pushing his head up to face you so you can have eye contact as he’s relishing inside you. His eyes are in a daze as he lifts your gown up to see you bounce on his shaft more clearly.

his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, guiding your movements as you rode him. the friction of his hardened cock hitting the spot that drives you wild was satisfying driving you closer to an orgasm. your hips falter as youre about to ride out your high, “keep going, im about to come.” he whimpers, throwing his head back once again.

“Im coming,” you say, letting out a moan in sync with him as you both reach your high, his hands pulling you to his chest as he begins to fuck into you because you could not bare to ride any longer. your cunt sucks him into you further as his cock is pumping loads of come into you. “shitttttt” he mutters, releasing all he has inside you.

you both come to a pause and you get off of his lap, watching the come drip out of you, he stands up and tucks his cock back into his pants, zipping it up fully before grabbing his jacket and throwing it on. He digs in his pocket for a slip of paper. He hands it to you uttering the words, "If you need a job done, call me," he says, "Or... if you want to just go out." he smirks. “and… make sure you take the pill. don’t want a one night stand running around do you?”

You nod, taking the paper, and watch as Rafe turns to leave. You smile to yourself, still reeling over what just happened, already making a mental note to call him later.

[rafeshit]

rafe cameron x reader head cannons MDNI

rafe is always ready to fight for you. some guy bothering you at club? his teeth get knocked out. some girl trying to bully you? he tosses a drink at her

rafe thinks its his fault everytime youre sad so he usually cheers you up by taking you out to dinner or staying in to watch your favorite shows while cuddling

takes pride in making you loud enough for other people to hear, strokes his ego too

after care KING

calls you “sweetheart” and refers to you as “beautiful”

he often squeezes your ass randomly

rafe fixes up your outfit/appearence and when you are wearing something a little too showing he forces you to change

rafe is very patient with you so when you throw a fit over something he listens and trys to calm you down

rafe tries not to raise his voice at you because he knows it makes you scared

more into degrading than inflicting pain on you, hell just push you hard against the wall and will f you aggressively while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear

when you walk away from him in an argument he grabs your arm and tells you to “come here now” and you love hearing that

rafe shows his love through action and not words because he knows they mean nothing to you

hes lowkey a bit too rough at times, not intentionally but he gets so into it that he loses control of himself, will shower you in kisses/praises if you can take it though

rafe makes you feel extra special whether it be buying you your favorite things or carrying you when you dont feel like walking

you never need to crave his validation because he will always give it to you

raises a brow before putting a wad of cash in your hand

into marking, he wants to show everyone that your his and that your body belongs to him, whenever hes taking you he makes sure to cover your body in hickeys

you often get scared that he will leave you but he assures you hes here to stay

he always buys you new clothes and shoes he thinks youd like to wear. If you say you want something he will stop at nothing to make sure you get it

when “daddy” slips out during sex it turns him on even more

when hes drinking or doing cocaine he always keeps you attached to his hip, never letting any of his friends touch it, which you admire.

makes you do a fashion walk in all your lingerie, if it turned him on he would order you to come closer so he could take you. as soon as you both finished you would pick another set and repeat the process.

will tease you a bit before giving you what you need but when he does hell praise you so much

yes its as veiny as his arms and you love it

likes to be big spoon because you love when his big arms wrap around you and takes care of you

not uncommon for him to call or text you in the middle of the night. whether it be for a booty call or just to hear your voice

is addicted to your beauty and points it out every time, “fuck why are you so gorgeous”

there isn’t a person in the universe that loves you more than him and he knows that so he always tells you he loves you

[rafeshit]

teacher!rafe x teacher!reader

warnings — MDNI none other than fluff, flirting, see through blouse, and leg touching.

summary — you are a teacher working at a college, when you are in the library you get assistance from a fellow staff member.

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youre standing in the library, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of dusty books. You're searching for a specific title, one that you need for your next lesson plan. As you scan the shelves, your fingers trailing over the spines of the books, you finally spot it. It's just out of reach.

you stretch up onto your tiptoes, straining to grab it, just as your fingers brush against the cover you feel a presence behind you. you turn your head to see mr.cameron, the handsome teacher from the math department, standing inches from you. His chest is pressed tightly against your back as his arms reached above you. you can feel his heartbeat flutter against your back as he does this.

for a awfully long second, you're frozen, rafes body is warm against yours, his muscles firm and flexing as he grabs the book. You feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivers to shoot down your spine.

alas, he takes a step back and he hands you the book, his fingers brush against yours, you turn to face him, meeting his eyes. for a moment, you both just stare at eachother.

you have seen mr.cameron around the halls and in the break room frequently but have never came in contact with him, this closely at that. if you were honest with yourself you would admit that you have had a little crush on him.

he had seen you around too, purposely going to places where you were just to see you in the tight black skirt you always wore. he had noticed that the white button up youd wear religiously would unknowingly show the black bra you wore on fridays like clockwork. today was friday, so he was in luck to be so close to you that your shirt was practically see through at this angle.

"thank you," you say, breaking the silence.

rafe smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners showing his age. "No problem," he says with a nod.

you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his arms around you, his lips on yours, his veiny hands traveling along your body. but you were too shy to ever make a move. youre a teacher, after all. You can't let yourself get distracted by a fellow staff member, so you attempted to keep things professional and keep your distance.

but as you take the book from rafe, your fingers touching, you can't help but to want more. It's like you're both in on a secret, a secret that only the two of you share — there was a mutual attraction that went unnoticed by the both of you, but in this moment you both were aware of that mutual feeling.

you manage to crack a joke to crush the awkwardness, "I was about to fall off my tiptoes if it weren’t for you,” you chuckle.

rafe nods, his smile pressing. "well good thing I’m your knight and shining armor," he says.

You laugh, feeling a little more at ease. "Well, in that case, I'm grateful for my clumsiness."

Rafe takes a step closer, "would you like to grab coffee with me at the brew across the street?" he asks, "I think we have some things to discuss."

You nod, "I'd love to.” your eyes instinctively look to the floor, trying to hide the blush that was creeping to your face.

Rafe smiles, catching it. "Great," he says, “I’ll see you after school?”

“okay.” you nod, quickly walking away. you tuck your hair behind your ears as you bite your lip making your way to your respective classroom. did he just ask you out? you think to yourself. you quickly shake your head trying not to get ahead of yourself and focus on the task at hand, which was teaching.

the day went by slowly as you anxiously wait, Finally, the clock struck 7, and you couldn't get out of the school fast enough. You grabbed your bag, shut off the lights, and headed to the Brew across the street.

As you walked in, you spotted Rafe waiting for you at a table, smoking a cigarette. "Hey," you said, taking a seat across from him.

"Hey yourself," he said, snuffing out his cigarette. "You looked beautiful today by the way."

You blushed, "Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."

he smiles and adjusts himself in his seat, “but…” he says, which makes your heart beat a little faster, “your top is so see through that I can see your bra underneath if I’m close enough.” he makes yourself aware.

you quickly look down, covering your exposed breasts, feeling a flush of embarrassment.

“don’t worry though, I’m not complaining, I’m admiring actually…” he says, which makes you comfortable enough to remove your hands from your shirt, “but your students might find it distracting.” he acknowledges.

“right…” you say. the waiter comes over and takes you guys’s order, you settled for a black coffee as he settles for a typical frappuccino.

you continue talking, noticing his eyes going to your shirt frequently, it didn’t bother you, you found it cute how he couldn’t keep his eyes on yours for half of the conversation. you guys discussed your college days and what made you want to start teaching. It was nice to learn more about him other than the fact that he taught math, and was really good at it.

as you laughed and joked, you found yourself brushing your leg against Rafe's under the table. You meant it to be an accidental touch, but as soon as you made contact, you knew it was intentional.

Rafe's eyes locked onto yours, a look of delight written all over his face. He didn't say anything, but you could tell he was thrilled by the touch when his hand would lightly brush against your leg under the table.

You continued to talk, the conversation flowing easily. But now, there was a charge in the air, a very noticeable spark of attraction between you two that you both couldn't ignore.

As you wound down, Rafe looked at you,"You know, I really enjoyed this," he said. "Maybe we can make it a ritual. Grab coffee after every school day… with less leg rubbing and more hand holding hopefully, maybe both?”

You smiled, “I'd like that.”

as you parted ways, you couldnt help but bite your lip as you made your way home. You had a feeling that this was just the beginning of your relationship with mr.cameron.

[rafeshit]

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