#Rafe Cameron imagine

[rafecameronssl4t]

Just like his dad || dad!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: inspired by this tiktok!!

Wc: 613

Warnings: boob obsessed Rafe hehehhehe

A/n: oh hey guys…. I’ve been here but just took a little break and worked on my other blog @bennyboyfics !!!

MASTERLIST (dad!Rafe au masterlist)

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Topper grins, lifting his glass as Rafe turns his head at the sound of his voice. You approach the table, adjusting your grip on your 1 year old old son, Ralph, who’s nestled in your arms, his tiny fingers curled around the fabric of your dress. His cheeks are rosy from the afternoon sun, and his curious blue eyes scan the table before settling on his father.

“Sorry, traffic was insane,” you sigh, pushing your sunglasses up to rest on your head. The heat lingers on your skin, but the sight of Rafe immediately softens the tension in your shoulders. Rafe is already rising from his seat, effortlessly reaching for your handbag and setting it on the table before leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hand finds the back of your chair, pulling it out smoothly as he waits for you to sit.

“I already ordered your favourite,” he murmurs, his voice laced with familiarity, his lips quirking into a small smile as he watches you settle in. Your eyes flicker with appreciation, and in response, you reach for his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The stubble there scratches lightly against your lips, and before you can fully pull away, Ralph wriggles in your arms, his hands reaching for his dad.

“Hey, buddy,” Rafe chuckles, easily lifting him onto his lap, his large hands securing the little boy against his chest. Ralph babbles in excitement, gripping onto Rafe’s shirt with tiny fists as Topper leans in, smirking. “Man, he really is your twin,” Topper marvels, running a hand through Ralph’s soft blond hair, which sticks up slightly in the humidity.

Rafe glances down at his son, a look of pride flashing across his face as he watches him curiously take in his surroundings. “Yeah,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Ralph’s head. “Poor kid’s already got my bad habits.” You roll your eyes, nudging Rafe’s knee under the table. “Let’s hope he gets more of my patience, then.” Topper barks out a laugh, shaking his head as Ralph lets out a delighted giggle.

As lunch winds down, you grab your handbag, slipping the strap over your shoulder while adjusting Ralph in your arms. His weight is familiar, comforting even, as he nestles against you, his little fingers toying with the fabric of your dress. “I’m sorry, I have to go, baby,” you tell Rafe, your voice tinged with apology as you brush a stray curl from Ralph’s forehead. “I promised Sarah she could look after him today.”

Rafe nods, reaching for your free hand, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your wedding ring. The simple touch makes warmth bloom in your chest. “That’s fine,” he murmurs, still twirling the band on your finger. “I’ll be home just after three—” But before he can finish, you feel a sudden, familiar tug—Ralph’s tiny hand sneaking under the neckline of your dress. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly shift him, but not before Rafe catches sight of his son’s wandering hand.

“Ralph!” you gasp, gently moving his chubby fingers away as he bursts into giggles, completely unbothered. Topper, who had been sipping the last of his drink, nearly chokes as he erupts into laughter, shaking his head. Rafe, on the other hand, simply smirks, tilting his head at you with amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “Like father, like son, huh?” he teases, his smirk deepening when you give him a look of disbelief, though the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head before leaning in to give him one final kiss. His lips linger against yours just a second longer than necessary, as if he’s reluctant to let you go. “I’m leaving,” you announce, shifting Ralph on your hip as you turn away. But as you walk off, you can still hear Topper laughing behind you, his cackling voice carrying over the chatter of the restaurant.

[rafes-slut]

Rafe hates condoms

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Rafe being a whiny brat, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, mild choking, praise/degradation, established relationship, toxic tendencies, possessiveness, explicit language.

Summary: If there’s one thing Rafe Cameron hates more than anything, it’s condoms. He doesn’t just dislike them—he despises them. The thought of something being between you two, even a thin layer of latex, makes his blood boil. But on the nights when you know you’re fertile, you insist—just to be safe.

Rafe was already worked up, eyes dark, hands rough as he dragged them down your body. His shirt was long gone, his jeans undone, your legs spread open on the bed where he had been kissing and touching you for what felt like forever. He was desperate—aching to be inside you.

But then you said it.

"Condom."

And just like that, he was pouting, pulling back like you’d just ruined his whole night. His brows furrowed, lips twitching in frustration.

“Are you serious?” His voice was laced with irritation, but beneath it, there was something else—pure, undiluted disappointment.

You sighed, already knowing this was coming. “Rafe, it’s just for tonight. Just in case.”

He flopped onto his back beside you, dragging a hand down his face like this was some unbearable punishment. “I don’t even wanna fuck anymore,” he muttered dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

“I don’t care.” He turned his head toward you, lips set in a stubborn line. “I hate them. Hate them. Why do you wanna put something between us?” His voice was softer now, more genuine, like the thought truly upset him.

“You know why.”

“I’d pull out,” he argued, but even he knew that was a weak excuse. You’d had this conversation before. Rafe didn’t pull out. Rafe buried himself deep inside you every time, groaning about how you were meant to take him. And honestly? You weren’t strong enough to stop him when he got like that.

“That’s not a risk I’m taking.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling onto his side to face you. His fingers found your hip, tracing slow, lazy circles. “You don’t trust me?”

“I don’t trust us.”

That made him smirk—because you were right. The second he was inside you, all sense of logic went out the window.

“I hate this,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your neck like a sulking child. “It’s not the same. I wanna feel you.”

“You still will.”

“No, I won’t.” His teeth grazed your jaw. “I need to feel you, baby. Need to be inside you, just like this.” His hand slipped between your thighs, fingertips teasing your soaked folds. “You want this too, don’t you?”

You did. God, you did.

But you stayed firm. “Condom, Rafe.”

His jaw clenched. He was fighting himself, torn between his desperate need to be inside you and his absolute hatred for anything separating him from you.

Then he sat up, running a hand through his hair with an exasperated groan. “Fine. Whatever. Give it to me.”

You reached for the nightstand, grabbing the small silver packet. But before you could hand it to him, he snatched it from your fingers and tossed it across the room.

“Rafe—”

“Oops.” His smirk was downright devious. “Guess we can’t use it now.”

Your eyes narrowed. “You think I don’t have more?”

“I think,” he murmured, rolling back over you, pinning your wrists above your head, “you don’t really want me to.”

Your breath hitched as he ground against you, his cock heavy and hard against your thigh.

“Tell me to stop,” he challenged, lips brushing against yours. “Tell me to put one on.”

You swallowed thickly, pulse racing. You should. You needed to.

But then he rolled his hips again, pressing against your entrance, teasing you, taunting you—

And all logic disappeared.

“Fuck it,” you whispered.

His grin was victorious. “That’s my girl.”

Then he was pushing inside, bare and deep, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him with nothing in between.

[simpforboys]

Introducing older!dilf!husband!Rafe x bimbo!mistress!reader

➳❥ In which 34-year-old CEO Rafe Cameron met bimbo!reader at some company party a year ago, instantly attracted to each other despite the white-gold wedding band on his finger

➳❥ Even though Rafe has a wife, a six-year-old son, and a four-year-old daughter back at home. But Rafe's marriage was dead. The only reason he and his wife got married was because they found out she was pregnant with their son.

➳❥ He couldn't really resist the younger, sweet, air-headed girl with pretty tits and thighs that was giggling at everything he was saying

➳❥ Which ultimately led to bimbo!reader taking him back to her shitty little apartment, spending the night tangled up in her pretty pink bedsheets

➳❥ Throughout their affair, Rafe started funding more and more of bimbo!mistress!reader's life. He moved her out of her shitty apartment and into a luxury place, because he couldn't let his sweet baby live somewhere dangerous

➳❥ And the longer they keep their secret, the more and more in love bimbo!mistress!reader becomes with Rafe, and the harder it gets for Rafe to resist the urge to leave his wife.

oneshots

blurbs

[calypso-rt]

Rafe x Baker!Reader

-> headcanons + blurbs

ꕥ Rafe knew he was done for the moment he tasted Baker!Reader's desserts because if something this sweet could come from her hands, he could only imagine how life-changing it would be to have her heart.

You shouldn’t be here. The thought ran circles in your head as you adjusted the lace on your apron for the tenth time. The waiters sweeping past with trays of champagne looked polished and effortless. Meanwhile, you were you: a Pogue in a borrowed dress under a flour-dusted apron, standing behind a dessert table that probably cost more than your entire bakery. Meanwhile, Rafe noticed you the moment he walked in, your brows knit together in concentration as you adjusted a plate by a fraction of an inch. He lingered, watching as you smoothed your apron, took a deep breath, and finally looked up, only to find him staring. Your eyes widened slightly, and Rafe fought back a small smile. “Hi,” he said, stepping forward before he could think better of it. “Hi,” you echoed, hesitating. You glanced at the empty flute in his hand. “Oh—um, the bar is over there.” Rafe smirked. “Yeah, I know. But I think I’d rather be over here.” Your lips parted slightly, and he felt something warm spread through him at your flustered expression. “I—I’m just the baker,” you said softly, as if that explained why someone like him shouldn’t be talking to someone like you. Rafe tilted his head, intrigued. “So you made all this?” He gestured to the perfectly arranged pastries, the mini cakes adorned with edible gold leaf. You nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “First big event I’ve catered,” you admitted shyly. “I have a little bakery in The Cut, but—” “The Cut?” he repeated, brows lifting slightly. A Pogue. You braced yourself for whatever comment might come next, but Rafe only hummed, reaching past you to pluck a macaron from the tray. You opened your mouth to protest, those were supposed to be served later, but Rafe had already taken a bite. His eyes fluttered shut for half a second, and when they reopened, there was something almost boyish in his expression. “Holy shit,” he muttered, looking down at the macaron like it held the secrets of the universe. A startled laugh escaped your lips. “Good?” Rafe looked at you, serious. “I’d actually fight someone for another one of these.” You shook your head, amused. “Well, you don’t have to. You can just… take one.” Rafe smirked. “Nah, I like the idea of fighting for you.” Your breath hitched slightly, and he didn’t miss the way you quickly looked away, as if you could hide the sudden warmth in your cheeks. Rafe just grabbed another macaron, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m definitely coming to your bakery tomorrow.”

ꕥ Rafe Becomes Baker!Reader's #1 Customer (and Admirer)

The next morning, he actually showed up at your bakery. You were still wiping down the counters, your apron tied neatly over your dress, when the bell above the door chimed. “You’re here early," you blinked in surprise, fingers tightening around your rag. Rafe Cameron, in all his Kook glory, stood in your little bakery like he belonged there. His hair was still damp from a shower, pushed back like he hadn’t quite cared enough to style it, and his shirt was only half-buttoned over his undershirt, like he’d thrown it on in a rush. He looked out of place. And yet, somehow, he also looked… comfortable. “Yeah, I—uh—just need a coffee,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, after a beat, he added, “And like, one of everything.” You stared at him. “One of everything?” Rafe nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. Just, y’know… for variety.” Variety. You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to smile. “Alright, well, it’s gonna take a minute.” “That’s fine.” He rocked back on his heels. “I got time.” And he did have time, apparently. Because after that morning, Rafe Cameron started showing up at your bakery every day. At first, it was just for coffee and a pastry. Then it turned into two pastries. Then three. Then “I’ll just take a whole box.” And then, one morning, you caught him watching as you kneaded dough behind the counter. He was leaning on the display case, elbow propped up, watching you with the kind of lazy, amused smirk that made your stomach do something ridiculous. “What?” you asked, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. Rafe tilted his head. “Nothing.” You narrowed your eyes. “You’re staring.” He grinned. “Yeah, well. It’s interesting.” “Me baking is interesting?” “Kinda,” he said, like it was obvious. “I mean, you get all serious. It’s cute.” You fumbled the dough.

ꕥ Baker!Reader Was a Pogue. Rafe Was a Kook. It Was Complicated.

Rafe leaned against the bakery counter, watching you roll out dough with the kind of focus that made his chest feel tight. Your apron was dusted with flour, a smudge of it on your cheek, and your hands moved with effortless precision. He hated it. Not you... never you. But the fact that you worked so damn hard for so little. That no matter how many hours you poured into this place, it was barely enough to keep the lights on. That your oven broke last week and you had to shut down for two days because you couldn’t afford a repairman right away. He hated that. “You know you’re too good for this side of the island, right?” You glanced up, breath hitching slightly, before rolling your eyes. “I like this side of the island, Rafe.” He drummed his fingers against the counter. “I could buy you a place in Figure Eight.” “No.” “Okay.” He shrugged. “But if you ever change your mind…” You shot him a look, exasperated but amused. “I won’t.” Rafe didn’t push. He never did... not about this, at least. But he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him. Because every morning, he saw how early you got up. He saw the way you rubbed your sore wrists after hours of kneading dough, the way your eyes dimmed a little when you counted the register and barely made enough to cover next week’s supply order. You were so good at what you did. And yet, the world still made you struggle for it. It pissed him off. And Rafe Cameron hated feeling powerless. So, he did what he could. He came in every day. Bought more than he could eat. Slipped a few extra bills under the register when you weren’t looking. Sent other Kooks your way, dropping your bakery’s name at country club brunches like it was the hottest new trend. And when you got suspicious, when you narrowed your eyes at him after his third suspiciously large order in a week, he just smirked and said, “What? I like good food.” And that you believed. Because he did. But more than that, he liked you.

ꕥ Rafe Started Helping Baker!Reader Out… In His Own Rafe Way.

You sighed as you stared at the absurd stack of cash in the tip jar. Again. “Rafe.” Rafe, who was currently leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just dropped an entire hundred-dollar bill for a pastry that cost three bucks, looked up innocently. “What?” You crossed your arms. “This is ridiculous.” “It’s my money,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “I do what I want with it.” You narrowed your eyes. “And what you want to do is leave a hundred-dollar tip for a muffin?” “Damn good muffin,” he replied, taking another bite. “Honestly, you should be charging more.” You huffed, shoving the money toward him. “I can’t take this.” Rafe just smirked, tilting his coffee cup toward you in a mock toast. “Good thing I already walked away.” He strolls off smugly, towering over the other customers. You wanted to be mad, but how could you be when you knew exactly what he was doing? And that wasn’t even the worst of it. Because then, suddenly, Kooks started coming in. Rich girls in designer dresses asking about your custom cakes, trust fund guys showing up with their dads’ AmEx cards to place catering orders. At first, you thought maybe people had just noticed your bakery. But then... “Yeah, I don’t care if you don't want cupcakes at your yacht party, you’re ordering from her.” You whipped your head around to see Rafe standing outside the bakery, phone to his ear, already negotiating your next big order. “Rafe,” you hissed, striding up and yanking the phone out of his hand. “I won't charge Kook prices—” “Then I’ll pay the difference,” he said easily. You stared at him, mouth opening and closing. “That’s not how business works.” Rafe shrugged. “It is now.” And what were you supposed to say to that? Because somehow, this was just so him. Helping in the only way he knew how. With money. With influence. With that damn smirk that made you want to yell at him and kiss him at the same time. You shook your head, shoving his phone back at him. “You’re impossible.” He grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your favorite customer.”

ꕥ Rafe Bragged About Baker!Reader to Everyone. Constantly.

“She’s the best baker on the island. No—actually? Best in the whole damn country,” Rafe declared, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. Topper rolled his eyes. “Bro, it’s a bakery, not a Michelin-star restaurant.” Rafe scoffed. “Shut up, you wouldn’t know good food if it smacked you in the face. Her croissants? Life-changing. Her cakes? Masterpieces. Like, people should be paying thousands for them.” Kelce raised a brow. “You mean, you pay thousands for them.” Rafe shrugged, unbothered. “Worth every penny.” His friends had never seen him like this: practically glowing whenever he talked about you. It was kind of ridiculous. And it only got worse when you started dating. “Yo, you gotta try this,” Rafe would say, shoving a pastry into someone’s hands before they could protest. “My girl made it. From scratch.” At parties, he’d corner people and pull up pictures on his phone, of cakes, cookies, pastries, like a proud dad showing off his kid’s school projects. One time, you even caught him filming an Instagram story of your bakery’s display case, narrating like a food critic. “Look at that. Perfection. That’s my girl.” And the way he beamed when he called you that? His girl? It made your stomach flip every time. One night, you were curled up on his couch, your head resting on his chest as he scrolled through his phone. “You know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “one day, you’re gonna have your own fancy bakery in Figure Eight. And I’ll be the first one in line every morning.” You snorted. “I like my little bakery in The Cut, Rafe.” He smirked, tightening his arm around you. “Yeah, yeah. But when you expand, just remember who believed in you first.” You rolled your eyes but smiled. Because as much as Rafe loved to brag about you, the truth was, he just really loved you.

A/N: i love them.

[poge-life]

well, alright then

[urmum-lovesme]

Hear me out…

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

☆Where she’s JJ’s older sister struggling to keep the house together and pay the bills whilst her brother’s constantly out with the Pogues and Luke is drowning further into his horrible habits - so she does the only thing she can think of to get fast money- become a stripper at one of the only clubs in the Cut.

☆The last thing she was expecting when she's doing her shift was to see Rafe and Barry dealing in the club, and when he saw her- he knew exactly how to use this 'new information' to his advantage.

☆So now, not only is she working two jobs at the strip club and as a waitress at the country club, she's stuck being nice to Rafe, practically kissing the floor he walks on, in desperate hope that he won’t tell her little brother where she gets her money from.

☆However, amongst all his cruel manipulation he can't help but feel different towards her when she comes to him with a serious problem- which leaves him conflicted as whilst he helps her out with her 'issue', those deep rooted feeling of hatred towards her he once had have started to change to something else...

🫦 I've got a whole series planned my hunny bunnies

[sarahsangelicdoll]

cw: link leads to twitter/x porn !! corruption kink

Rafe Cameron who’s had an infatuation with Sarahs oddly innocent best friend for god knows how long. Who seemed to be completely unaware of how slutty and whoreish she looked and sounded sometimes. He remembers so clearly the time you stayed over at the Camerons for a week while your parents were gone on a work trip and you ended up getting strep throat. Practically deep throating your popsicle to try and soothe the pain in your throat. And god, the noises you were making. If he didn’t know any better he’d think you were doing it on purpose. And somehow, someway, he’s managed to get his hands on you. Having you tied up to a chair, legs spread wide for him and mouth gagged with the same rope that had you tied to the chair. Roughly finger fucking you while muttering both a mix of degrading and praising words. And once he finally fucks you he feels like he’s in heaven, pushing past the barrier of your tight virgin pussy. Biting his lip while he started off at a slower pace to get you used to the feeling, but quickly sped up. His cock twitching against your plushy walls that felt so good wrapped around his cock at the way you looked up at him as if you were in awe. Eye’s teary at the foreign, somewhat overwhelming but pleasureful sensation that was shooting through your body. Moans spilling past the gag of rope in your mouth and toes curling as Rafe’s hips bucked into yours. Rafe already looking forward to corrupting his sister’s best friend even more.

[ivysprophecy]

Bad Reviews

Y/N and Rafe had been best friends in their time at the Kook Academy, what feels like eons ago. She left the second she moved her navy blue tassel to the left, never looking back on her musical dreams. Granted her parents and a few odd jobs helped her move from places like Nashville, Tennessee to New York City, New York, and finally Los Angeles, California where she finally took off at Island Records, ironically.

After releasing her album, Emails I Can't Send, which supposedly is about her relationships through the crazy teenage years spent in the Outer Banks, her career took off and only began to grow from there.

Imagine her surprise when she picks up a Loewe magazine and seeing her old friend on the front page looking admittedly delicious. Talking about his rise in the modeling industry with the help of his dad Ward Cameron, who must be expanding his empire for whatever reason he deems acceptable.

And suddenly she gets a brilliant idea, 'what better way to reunite with a friend than asking them to be a partner with you in your next project?' She had a music video she needed to film and here was this old friend in the modeling business looking for more work... couldn't be more perfect.

One little text can't hurt right?

part one -

[urcoolgf]

tattooed heart

pairing : bf!rafe x reader

content : fluff , makeout , suggestive content towards the end

summary : rafe gets a new tattoo, and surprises you (peep the ariana inspired title)

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"appointment, or walk-in?," the man behind the counter asked. he had tattoos all over– full sleeves on both arms, ink up to his neck, and a few facial piercings.

"appointment for rafe... rafe cameron," he replied, his nervousness peaking through his 'tough guy' front just a little.

"sure, man. right this way," the worker led rafe back into the room. a few people were currently getting tattooed, a few pierced. there was art all over the dark walls– different tattoo styles, and other artistc pieces. he guided rafe to a black, leather chair before sitting himself in the artist's stool adjacent to it.

"i'm zach, by the way. i'll obviously be your artist today. so, what are we thinkin' of doin' rafe?," his vibe was calm, which put rafe a little more at ease– though he would never admit he was anything but completely chill about this.

"yeah, i got a pic. i want you to put this... right here," rafe replied, pointing from the picture on his phone to the spot just over his heart.

"nice. sounds good, man. let me draw up a sketch, then we'll place it, yeah?," zach replied, immediately reaching for his ipad to begin a sketch.

once he had finished it, he turned his ipad around to face rafe, but leaned over it, so he could look at it while explaining the different aspects of it to rafe– what colors would go where, and how he was going to shadow it.

"that looks perfect, man," the blonde said only semi-excitedly– he was still rafe cameron after all– he had a reputation around here.

"alright! i'm gonna have you take off your shirt. i'll place it, and then you can go look in that mirror right over there," he pointed to the wall diagonal from the chair, "and let me know what you think," he continued, "any changes, and i mean any, you let me know, okay?,"

"got it," rafe said, stripping himself of his t-shirt, and laying back in the chair. zach placed the stencil over rafe's heart, leaving a blue ink on the right side of his chest. he stood up, walking over to the mirror as instructed, analyzing the position and style of the temporary ink on his chest before it was permanent. he walked back over to the chair, and sat himself back in it.

"it's awesome," rafe nodded his head as a smirk spread onto his face.

"cool, man. alright, go ahead and lay back. we're gonna get started," zach said, turning around in his chair to grab some new gloves and other materials that he placed on his tray.

the soft buzz from the tattoo gun rang through rafe's ears as he felt the first few strokes.

not as bad as he thought.

—

"zach, man, you did an awesome job. this looks amazing. thanks a bunch," rafe said, admiring the now permanent ink in the same mirror he looked into a couple hours prior.

"happy to hear it. my buddy ryan's gonna get you checked out up front," zach replied with a smile, beginning to clean his station.

"thanks, man. have a good one," the blonde said before heading to the front counter to pay, and obviously leave a generous tip. rafe would never show it, but he was so excited to go home and show his girlfriend.

—

"baby! i'm home," rafe shouted, loud enough for it to travel throughout tannyhill. he was already excited, but his smile grew when he saw you hurry down the stairs, ready to throw yourself into his arms before he stopped you.

"wait! wait," he laughed, holding you in place by the sides of your arms.

"what?," you had a kind of sad look on your face, thinking you did something since he didn't want you touching him, "something wrong?"

"no, baby. nothin's wrong. wanna show you somethin'," he said, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. you stood in front of him with absolutely no idea of what was going on. once he pulled the shirt over his head your eyes shot open, and your jaw dropped. it was covered by clear plastic wrap, but it was plain as day what it was…

your eye. tattooed. over his heart.

the artwork was absolutely stunning, it looked so real. you reached out to graze your fingers over the plastic wrap– carefully. as if you could mess it up. as if it wasn't permanent.

"is that… that's my eye, rafe," you said without taking your eyes off the dark ink, shock still evident on your face.

"yeah, that's kinda the point, sweetheart," he laughed, bringing his hand up to cover yours, and press it into his heart.

"i– i don't even know what to say, rafe… you got a tattoo?!," that wasn't the prominent question, but you really didn't know what else to say. this was the sweetest, most unexpected thing he could have done.

"said my heart was yours forever, didn't i?," he asked with a smile, although the question was hypothetical because, of course he had said that, “now everyone knows.”

and he meant it.

“this is so sweet, rafe…,” you began, lowering your hand from his.

“but…?,” his brows furrowed, he felt the follow-up coming from a mile away.

“but… it’s also sexy as hell,” you said, eyes narrowing as you pulled him towards you. he wrapped his arms tightly around the small of your back as your lips collided. you could feel rafe holding back a smile against your lips, and it drove you mad. he moved his hands further down, playing with the plush of your ass a bit, before moving even lower. he bent down slightly to place his hands on the backside of your thighs– which was code for 'jump'.

with no hesitation, you jumped into his arms without breaking away from his lips, running your hands through his buzzed hair. rafe began up the stairs, still kissing you until you pulled away for a moment.

"you have no idea what that tattoo does to me… you're getting it tonight, rafe cameron," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making his eyes roll back. you pulled back to look at his face.

"oh am i now?, he said quietly, eyebrows raising as if he didn't believe you.

he believed you. and boy was he looking forward to it.

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[rafedarling]

DREW STARKEY in HAIM MV

[rafes-slut]

hi, can you write something where Rafe slaps his dick on the reader's face?

Filthy Habit

Warnings: Smut, explicit sexual content, degradation, slight dom/sub dynamics, choking, face slapping (with his d*ck), mild spit play, rough language, possessiveness, cum play, semi-public setting, slight overstimulation.

The room is still, save for the heavy rise and fall of Rafe’s chest. The only source of light is the faint glow from the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across his sharp jawline, his damp forehead, the lazy smirk pulling at his lips as he looks down at you.

You're on your knees between his spread legs, your own breath still uneven, your throat raw from taking him so deep. His cock twitches slightly in his grip, still slick with your spit, still messy with his release. You should be embarrassed—your lips are swollen, your cheeks are hot, and the evidence of just how much he loves using your mouth is smeared across your face. But when you look up at him, all you see is raw, unfiltered desire.

Rafe hums, dragging the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing a thin line of cum across your chin. "Look at you," he murmurs, tilting his head. "So pretty like this. So fucking messy for me."

Your thighs clench at his words, at the lazy dominance in his tone.

He leans back against the headboard, spreading his legs wider, giving himself more space as he wraps a hand around his cock again, stroking slowly. Even spent, he's still half-hard—because of you. Because of what you let him do to you.

Then, without warning, he grips the base and taps the tip against your cheek. The sound is obscene, the sticky remnants of his release smearing against your skin as he does it again. And again. Each tap is gentle but firm, a reminder of just how much he owns you.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice is rough, teasing.

You nod, heat pooling between your legs, your skin burning with humiliation and arousal. "Yes…"

Rafe chuckles darkly, dragging the tip down to your lips, pressing lightly until you part them for him. "Of course you do," he mutters. "You love being my filthy little thing, huh?"

You whimper as he slides just the tip inside, resting it on your tongue. His grip tightens in your hair, keeping you in place. "Fuck, baby," he groans, watching you. "You look so good like this. Covered in me. Fucking perfect."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and when he pulls back, you chase him slightly, desperate for more. But Rafe just smirks, tapping himself against your face one last time before finally leaning down to kiss you—deep, messy, claiming.

[simpforboys]

frat!perv!manipulator!rafe who gets something from topper’s dumb gf…

warnings: oral (m), cheating, ditsy!reader, cursing, ball worship

series masterlist

shoutout my roommate for helping me w the idea

“Rafey?” You call out after Topper leaves the shared frat room.

Rafe was sitting at his desk doing his business analytics homework, headphones over his fluffy hair as he sat in only grey sweatpants and a tight black shirt.

“What, sweetness?” He pulls his ear out of the headphone, dropping his pencil as he turns to give you his full attention.

You give him a big grin, biting on your lip as a small, shy giggle leaves you. Your eyes trail down to his crotch, the outline of his dick on display in the grey fabric.

His gaze catches where you’re looking at, a small smirk curling onto his lips.

“Wha’s that look for, baby? Hmm?” He asks teasingly, heart pounding against his chest as the familiar stirring in his cock starts.

“I like your pants, Rafey.” You mumble, your feet in the air behind you as you lay on your stomach.

“Jus’ the pants, huh?” He questions cockily.

You giggle, rolling off of Topper’s lifted twin xl as you cross the room over to Rafe.

He watched as you sank to your knees in front of him, batting your eyelashes up at him as your hands ran over his clothed bulge.

“Careful, sweet girl. Ya don’t know wha you’re gettin’ into,” he grunts.

It was the first time you ever initiated anything. Everything had all been on him… but fuck.

After he ate your pussy on Friday night, he’s been trying not to bend you over and fuck you until you grow a brain in that airhead of yours.

“Can I suck your dick, Rafey?” You murmur in that soft, sweet voice of yours.

And it took everything in him not to cum right then and there.

As soon as he nods, you tug his sweats down, mouth watering as you see his dick for the second time.

“Is it aching?” You ask, wanting to help him.

“Mhm, yeah, baby. S’hurtin’ s’bad…”

You stare up at him as your hand grips the base of his big dick, your tongue sticking out to swirl around the thick mushroom tip, already leaking precum.

His eyes roll back and he places his hand on the back of your head, already trying not to cum.

“Good girl… really good girl.”

You push your head down more, your hand moving to massage his balls. His cock was bigger than Topper, balls heavier, less hairy.

He was just… better.

“Fuck — oh my god, fuck, yes.” He practically whines, hips bucking up into your mouth.

You giggle against him, staring up at him with those pretty eyes as you push down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, cock buried deep in your contracting throat.

He’s already leaking precum down your throat, toes curled, his other hand moving to push his hair back.

“Takin’ my cock like a fuckin’ slut, sweet girl. Look a’ya… as soon as your boyfriend leaves you’re crawlin’ over ‘ere, wanting t’suck this big dick.”

You pull back, gasping for air as spit spews out your mouth, eyes glossy.

“Mhm, Rafey, you’re so big.”

You murmur, before the hand that was fondling his balls moves to wrap around his girthy cock, stroking it slowly as you dip your head down to suck one of his balls in your mouth.

“Shit… jus’ like that. Worship those balls, baby.”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, still stroking his dick as you slurp on his sack, spit rolling down your chin and neck.

He lets you suck for a bit before he guides you back onto his shaft, his hands grabbing your head as he pushes his hips in and out of your slutty mouth.

“Gonna cum f’ya, sweetness. Ya want me to fill that pretty throat?”

All you could do was gag and choke on his cock, gurgling noises and his grunts filling the dorm room.

And as soon as your hands touch his thighs, he’s spewing hot semen down your esophagus.

“Swallow it all… fuckkkk…”

His eyes are rolled back, toes curling as he pants and whimpers.

His sweet girl just gave him the best god damn blowjob of his life, and he didn’t even need to initiate it.

Yeah. He’s definitely going to fuck you.

[ghostofwriting]

In London: how strange that i don’t know you at all

Rafe x Reader

warnings: mentions of cheating

Word Count: 2,036

In London: Series Masterlist

Note: This is part of the In London universe, and it can be read standalone. If you want to read the series in chronological order (so far) this would be part one. I strongly recommend reading them in order of release for the shock value lol 🤗

Summary: The aftermath of what happened when she found out about what he had done. (vague because of spoilers especially if you're reading in chronological order).

She had always known Kildare Island in a way few others could ever understand. She knew the salt in the air, the feel of the sand between her toes, the warmth of the sun on her skin, and most importantly, she knew Rafe Cameron. She knew him better than he knew himself. She knew what made him tick, what hurt him, how deeply he truly loved.  For the past four years, she had built her life around him, their relationship a steady pulse of both passion and tension that echoed through the waves of their youth. They’d grown up together, laughed together, fought together, and loved each other fiercely.

She thought she knew him. 

Everything came crashing down in a single, gut-wrenching moment. She had never been one to eavesdrop, but that day, she couldn’t ignore the whispers. The soft laughter that floated to her from behind the old boathouse. The voices she recognized immediately, unmistakably. Kelce’s and Topper’s.

“I feel awful. I feel like this is something she should know.” Kelce.

“It happened so long ago. Let bygones be bygones.” Topper. 

“She’s our friend too. She should know that her boyfriend was fucking around with her so called best friend.” The way he says it makes her suspect that he knows she’s listening.  She wants to believe that he knew she was there and decided to tell her “accidentally” to save his ass from Topper and Rafe. 

She loved Kelce. He was one of her closest friends. Even still, he kept this from her for who knows how long.

She feels her heart stumble, a cold shiver runs down her spine. Her legs give way beneath her, but she steadies herself against the wall, watching as the world she has known shatters before her eyes. The reality of it hits her like a wave, crashing with such force she can hardly breathe.

For a long moment, she stands there, trying to process it, trying to hold it together. But all she can hear is the sound of her own pulse in her ears. She stumbles back and rushes inside to gather her things. She doesn’t notice Barry standing in front of her as she hurries, grabbing things in a fury. She was supposed to stay the weekend, stay for the rest of her life and now it’s all over. 

“Hey? Are you good?” Did Barry know? She freezes for a second. Did they all keep this from her?

Barry was her friend too. But weren’t they all supposed to be her friends? They were more Rafe’s than hers. Did she even have any friends? She thought she had Kie to call her own and look at how they ended up. 

With her best friend underneath her boyfriend. She wonders how many times it happened. Was it a summer long affair? Was it once or twice? Were they both drunk or was she out of town? Maybe she and Rafe had fought and she drove him to Kie. Did it matter? Would any of that change the outcome? 

“I need to leave.” She says to Barry, sidestepping him. 

“What? You were making us breakfast in the morning.” He says innocently, as if her vision wasn’t closing in on her.

“Make your own damn breakfast.” Her voice wavers as she continues to grab her things. Where the fuck is her notebook?

“Princess kook?” Barry hesitantly says “what’s wrong?” His voice is deep, serious.

“Like you fucking care.” Barry looks at her, he’s worried now. She never talks like that to anyone. She’s feisty when it comes to protecting her friends but she’s not mean. He knows her. Something is wrong. 

Kelce and Topper come into the house then and look at her as she scrambles around the small space. 

Barry gives them a concerned look and Kelce looks at him with a guilty expression. 

“He loves you.” Kelce says and she stops what she’s doing but doesn’t turn to look at him. “He loves you so much. It was a mistake.”

Barry frowns, “what?”

“Oh fuck.” Topper says. 

She turns and looks at the three of them lined up like a firing squad ready to execute her. 

She’s already walking dead.

“If he loved me he wouldn’t have fucked my best friend.” There’s a sharpness to her tone, something they had never heard aimed at them before. If you loved me you wouldn't have hidden this.

Barry’s eyes widen and he blinks like he’s trying to blink away the surprise. 

“It was a phase. He was drugged up and under so much pressure. When he came out of it he swore us to secrecy, he didn’t want to lose you." She looks at Kelce like he’s speaking in tongues. None of what he says matters. None of what anyone says matters. It won’t change anything will it? The minute she found out was the moment she checked out.

“I don’t care.” She says and finally finds the notebook. Her notebook where she wrote down all of their important dates, all the little thoughts and scribbles of quotes and song lyrics that remind her of him.

She’s running out of the boathouse and towards the docks before any of them can stop her. She’ll go home and she’ll figure out what the hell to do with her life then. 

Where is he? Is he with her? Kelce said they were over.

+++

Once she’s home, she finally lets herself break down. Her mom finds her curled up on her bedroom floor shaking as the sobs rip through her.

Once she can gather herself enough to talk, she tells her mom everything. Tells her that she doesn’t want to be on the island because everyone she thought was her friend betrayed her. It’s suffocating, it’s burning at her lungs. She wants to be able to breathe again and she doesn’t think she’ll be able to do that here. Not under the weight of everyone she ever loved stabbing her in the back. 

Her mom suggests that she go on a trip, for however long she needs to get away. When her mom leaves her room she books a one way ticket to London. She needs to leave. Now. She wasn’t going to stay here. Not another day. Not on this island, not where everything reminded her of him, of them. It was over. No matter how much she still loved him, no matter how deeply intertwined their lives had become, there was no coming back from this. 

They were supposed to move in together in a few months. They were supposed to start their next chapter and now the book was on fire.

She didn’t waste another second after that. She started packing only her necessities, her footsteps quick and scattered throughout the house. It was like she was racing to a new future, a new life, far away from the friends that had hurt her, the boy that had shattered her heart. 

She would get her mom to mail her everything else she might need.

+++

Her mom drops her off at the docks so she can catch a ferry to the mainland so she can catch her flight from there. The sky is beautiful and golden mixed with purple hues, as if Kildare is saying goodbye, she’s going to miss the sunsets here the most. 

She should have known that he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. 

“Sweetheart! Wait!” The shout cuts through the air like a blade, and her body goes rigid, her heart stutters painfully in her chest. She doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s him. She can feel his presence behind her. She closes her eyes, her hands gripping the strap of her bag tighter.

“Don’t go,” Rafe’s voice is raw, desperate. She hears him come closer, his breath ragged as if he had run all the way from Tannyhill, through the town square to the ferries. “Please, just… talk to me.”

She finally turns, facing him for the first time since she found out. His eyes are wide, frantic, filled with unshed tears and a pleading desire to fix the damage he had caused.

“Talk to you?” she laughs, but it’s hollow, bitter. “There’s nothing left to say, Rafe. You and Kiara… you’ve said it all.”

The silence stretched between them, heavy and depleting the atmosphere around them of any air.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this,” Rafe finally speaks, his voice breaking.

“Didn’t mean for me to-? Rafe, you chose this. You chose her over me the second that you decided to cheat. You don’t get to say ‘sorry’ now. You don’t get to fix this.”

Rafe stepped forward, his eyes pleading. “baby, please… You’re everything to me. I don’t want to lose you.” She doesn’t speak, just stares at him. It’s like he’s morphed into someone she doesn’t recognize in the last 24 hours. The boy she fell in love with would have never done this. He wouldn’t have hurt her like this.

“I swear to you, it ended a while ago.” 

She shook her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but she held them back. She had cried enough for him, enough for them. She wasn’t going to break for him anymore.

“You already lost me, Rafe,” she said, her words sharp, though her voice trembled. “What you did to me, what you did with Kiara—it’s unforgivable. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t be with someone who would betray me like this. It makes me sick. I can’t look at you because it makes me sick.”

“Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I never meant for it to happen. I should’ve told you sooner. I ended it, okay? I ended it before things went too far.”

“But they did go too far, Rafe,” she replied, shaking her head, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed. “It doesn’t matter when it ended. What matters is you did it. You broke my trust, and I can’t stay here, not like this.”

He stood there, frozen, the silence between them suffocating. "You don’t have to go. I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me."

But it was too late. The love that once defined their relationship had crumbled beneath the weight of betrayal. She wasn’t sure she’d ever love the person standing in front of her again, not after everything that had happened.

“I’m leaving, Rafe. I’m leaving for L-for a long time. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from you, from all of this.”

“No.” His voice dropped to a whisper, but it was firm. “You’re not going anywhere. Not like this.”

She could see the panic in his eyes now, the desperation that flooded his every movement. He reached for her, but she pulled away, stepping back as if his touch might burn her.

“Please, don’t do this. We can fix this. I can fix this. I love you.” His words were frantic, falling from his lips like a prayer, a plea for salvation.

Her heart was breaking all over again, but there was no room for him anymore. Not in her life. Not after what he had done. “No, Rafe. This is goodbye. I need to move on. I need to find myself again. You took that from me.”

And with that, she turned away from him, her heart heavy, but resolute. As she walked towards the ferry that would take her away from the island, from the only life she had ever known, Rafe’s broken voice called after her one last time, but she didn’t turn around.

She pulls out a hundred dollar bill and slides it to the ticket attendant. “Please don’t let him get on.” She points behind her and the burly man gives her a nod. She boards the ferry and sits quietly in a corner, avoiding looking out into the distance, she doesn’t want to watch it all disappear.

The world was vast, and she was ready to find her place in it again. But Kildare Island—Rafe Cameron—that was a chapter she was leaving behind. Forever.

[rafesbabygirlx]

You are THE BEST 😫

I won’t stop thanking you btw 💗💗

MY GOOD GIRL

Frat!Rafe x Reader

Summary: After some jealous tension at another frats party. Rafe brings you back to his to not only punish you for your behavior but show you you’re his and he’s yours.

Warnings: kinks (spanking, daddy) fingering, oral-f, missionary

Half inspiration from this TikTok

Half inspiration from these GIFs from @maddiesfreaky ✨

A/n - I said I’d be back every now and then on my break and it came a bit sooner than expected. I’m not fully there yet… but I can’t help when I get that little itch. 🫶🏼

Thank you @nemesyaaa for being my second set of eyes on this. Lord knows it needed it <3333

It started at the party. Loud music, flashing lights, bodies moving to the beat, but all you could focus on was him.

Leaning against the bar, smirking at some girl who was way too into him. And he wasn’t stopping her.

You weren't the jealous type. At least, that's what you told yourself. But something about Rafe - about you - always felt like a game of tug-of-war, and you were tired of pretending it didn't bother you. You've only been together for about 2 months, but his charm and popularity on campus couldn't stop the amount of attention he'd get.

You downed the rest of your drink and pushed through the crowd until you were right beside him.

"Having fun?" Your voice was sharp, challenging.

Rafe barely glanced at you, that damn smirk still in place. "Yeah. You?"

Your eyes flicked to the girl who was now conveniently pretending not to listen. "Oh, I’m great," you shot back. "Love watching you flirt with every girl in the room."

His jaw twitched. "Are you seriously doing this here?"

"Guess that depends, are you seriously gonna act like you weren’t just eating up all that attention?"

Rafe exhaled through his nose, his fingers tightening around his glass before he slammed it down on the counter. "Alright. We’re leaving."

You let out a humorless laugh. "Like hell we a-"

But Rafe didn’t give you a choice. His hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you through the crowd.

"Rafe, Rafe, let go!" you hissed, trying to yank free. He didn’t stop until you were outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as he practically dragged you toward his car.

"Get in."

You crossed your arms. "Or what?"

His gaze darkened, his body tensed like he was barely holding himself back. "Don’t test me right now, Princess."

You hated when he called you that. You hated that he knew exactly how to push your buttons.

But you got in the car.

The drive to the frat house was silent, but the air between you two crackled, thick with unsaid words and barely restrained anger.

The second you stepped inside, you spun on him. "What the hell is your problem?"

Rafe scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "My problem? You’re the one who started this shit in the middle of a party."

"Because you were acting like an asshole!"

"I wasn’t doing anything!" He took a step closer, eyes burning into yours. "You wanna act like you don’t care, but the second some girl looks at me, you lose your mind."

You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him see how right he was. "Screw you, Rafe."

He let out a low laugh, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "You already did, sweetheart."

You shoved him. Hard. But before you could move away, his hands shot out, gripping your arms as he backed you against the wall.

"You wanna keep fighting?" His voice was low, dangerous. His breath was warm against your lips. "Or you wanna admit why you're really pissed?"

You glared up at him, your chest heaving. "Screw. You."

Rafe's eyes darkened. And then-

His mouth crashed against yours.

Rough. Desperate. Like he was trying to prove something. Like you were still fighting, even now.

You should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve slapped him for being such a cocky bastard.

But instead, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him back just as hard.

Rafe’s hands slid down your arms, gripping your waist so tightly it was like he was afraid you’d slip away. But you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. Not when the heat between you had finally boiled over, spilling into something neither of you could control.

You tugged at his shirt, needing him closer, needing to feel something other than the anger still simmering beneath your skin. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, and you gasped—just enough for him to take advantage, slipping his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss until all you could taste was him.

"You're such a pain in the ass," he muttered against my lips.

You bit back a breathless laugh. "Takes one to know one."

Rafe groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. His hands slid lower, gripping your thighs before lifting you like you weighed nothing. You barely had time to gasp before he turned, walking you both toward his bed.

"Rafe."

"Shut up." His voice was rough, his eyes dark as he dropped you onto the mattress. He braced his hands on either side of you, hovering above you like he was still deciding if your were about to fight or—

His lips found my neck, and you shivered, your hands gripping the sheets. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You let out something between a sigh and a laugh. "Good."

Rafe pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes searching yours. "You don’t get it, do you?"

You frowned. "Get what?"

His jaw tightened. "I don’t want anyone else. I never have."

Your heart stuttered, but your weren’t going to let him off that easy. "Then why act like that?"

His fingers brushed your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Because I’m a goddamn idiot."

You swallowed hard. "Yeah. You are."

Rafe smirked, but it softened just enough to make your chest ache. "Guess I should make it up to you, then."

'Yeah. You should."

Rafe's lips ghosted your neck up to your ear, "but first, I think you deserve a little punishment for the way you acted earlier."

Before you can even comprehend what he means, Rafe lifts off of you, sitting on the bed and pulling you up so you lay across his lap. Pulling up your dress half way, to reveal your black lingerie.

As you lay across Rafe's lap, you felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"What are you going to do?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe's lips curled into a sly smile. "I think a little spanking is in order, don't you?"

You swallowed hard, your heart racing with anticipation. "I suppose I had it coming."

Rafe's hand came down on your skin, the slap echoing through the room. You gasped, the sting spreading through your body. But to your surprise, you felt a thrill of pleasure mixed with the pain.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Rafe asked, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, your face burning with embarrassment. Rafe's hand came down again, the slap harder this time. You cried out, the pain and pleasure mingling together.

"What's my name baby?" Rafe asks you as yet another strike comes down onto you.

"Daddy!" You scream out as you flinch at the pain.

"That's right, baby. You call me daddy. And as your daddy, it's my job to discipline you and make sure you're behaving."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Rafe's hand came down on your skin again, the slap harder this time making you cry out louder.

"You're going to have to be a good girl and take your punishment like a champ," Rafe said, his voice low and husky. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

You nodded, your face burning with embarrassment. "Yes, Daddy," you whispered, the word feeling more natural this time.

"You're such a good girl," Rafe whispered, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm so proud of you for taking your punishment like a champ. But I think that's enough now, no?" You just nod your head.

Rafe lifts you up and lays you back down on the bed. He takes off his baseball cap that he always wears backwards and god it makes him look so fucking sexy. His shirt follows. Next is your dress, he practically ripped the thing off you. Leaving you in only a matching black thong and bra.

He yanks your legs to the edge of the bed and kneels in front of you. He pushes the pad of his thumb to your clothed clit and applied the slightest bit of pressure.

As Rafe's thumb began to rub against your clothed clit, you felt a surge of pleasure and your eyes fluttered closed. He leaned in, his hot breath whispering against your skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a smile.

"You're so wet already, baby," he whispered, "I can feel it through your thong."

You nodded, your face burning with embarrassment, but Rafe just chuckled and continued to rub. Suddenly, he pulled your thong to the side and his mouth was on you, his tongue licking and sucking your sensitive flesh.

You cried out, your hands grasping for something to hold onto, and Rafe's hands came up to grasp your hips, holding you in place. His tongue was like a flame, burning hot and intense, and your felt yourself melting into his touch.

"Daddy," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but Rafe's ears perked up and he looked up at you with a smile.

"Yes, baby?"

You swallowed hard, your body felt like it was on fire. "Please, Daddy," you whispered, your voice cracking with desire.

Rafe's smile grew wider and he leaned back in, his tongue licking and sucking your clit. His fingers slid inside you, curling and uncurling, and you felt yourself building towards a climax.

As he fingered you, Rafe's mouth never left your clit, going at it with an intensity that had you crying out in pleasure. You were so close, so close, and then Rafe's fingers curled inside you and you came, your body shuddering and convulsing as he helped you ride out the wave of pleasure.

Rafe's mouth never left you, even as you came, and he continued to lick up every ounce that spilled out of you, drawing out the pleasure and making you feel like you were going to lose your mind.

Finally, he pulled back, his face flushed with excitement, looking up at you with a smile. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby," he whispered.

You smiled back at him, your face still flushed, breathing still heavy. "Thank you, Daddy," you whispered feeling shy all of the sudden.

Rafe's smiled wider and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your skin. "You're welcome, baby," he whispered directly into your ear. "Now, let's do it again."

He tugged down your panties as you unhooked your bra. He stood taking off his pants, his boxers following. Once you were both naked he settled in between your legs laying down so your chest was flush with his.

His eyes burned with intensity and his voice was low and soft. "You're mine, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Mine only. No one else gets to touch you, no one else gets to have you. You're mine."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as his words sent a surge of pleasure through you. "Yes, Daddy,"

Rafe's eyes flashed with excitement again at your words and he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, claiming you, owning you, and you felt yourself melting into his touch.

As you kissed, Rafe's hands roamed your body, claiming every inch of you as his own. His fingers slid into your hair, pulling your head back, and his mouth slid down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin.

"I belong to you, baby," he whispered against your chest. "You're the only one I want, the only one I need. I'm yours, completely and utterly yours."

You felt a rush of pleasure and possession at his words, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I'm yours, Daddy," you whispered back, "And you're mine." Confirming what has been settled. There is no going back.

He moved back up, his eyes wide glossed over in a haze of lust, locked onto yours. He wasted no time crashing his lips back into yours. As you kissed, he slid inside you, his cock filling you, claiming you, stretching you wide.

He fucked you hard, his hips pounding against the back of your thighs, and you felt yourself building towards another climax. "You're mine, baby," one hand was pressing hard against your waist as the other stayed interlocked with yours. "My only girl. Forever and always, you're mine."

As he spoke, his body continued to slam into yours. He pushed you further and further to the edge. Still being sensitive from your first orgasm, when you came, you came hard. Your body shuddering and convulsing as you rode out the second wave of pleasure.

Rafe's body followed yours, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. After you were done, he laid down onto you, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I love you, baby, you're mine, and I'm yours. Daddy loves you."

You smiled, your face still flushed, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close. "I love you, Daddy," you whispered, repeating his words. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever and always."

tags + some moots 💗

@rafestoothbrush @weluvwbb @itsforeverandalwayz @butterfly-ibuki @megiiite @maybankslover @siredbtches @bigenergy777 @percysley @aupernatural-teenwolflover @slut4you @rafegf-real @skywalker0809 @snowtargaryen @kieeslove @leather-n-velvet @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @diasnohibng @slut-4-gojo @akobx @jjmaybankmylovee @slurpdew @rafesheaven @cameronsprincess @littlelamy @inthelibrarybtw @frankoceanluvr11 @writingroom21 @v3n1ce-bxtch @pedrosprincessxo @nemesyaaa

[rafesplaymate]

stripper reader and down baddd rafe like he spends all his money just to talk to her

these are my fav customers ngl …

Pathetic!Rafe x Stripper!Reader

ᡣ𐭩. ݁˖ . navigation. ᡣ𐭩. ݁˖ . masterlist.

warnings: sex work. slight smut. grinding. titty sucking. pathetic men.

a/n: need him like this.

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He needs her.

So fucking bad, he can’t take it anymore.

He’s desperate to know her, touch her, have her near him. He doesn’t care if it’s pathetic, as long as she’s his for the night —that’s all he needs. But he so desperately wants her forever.

“You’re so fucking lame, you know that?” She tells him with a patronizing purr. Her plush thighs straddling him as she grinds herself against the throbbing bulge in his pants. Her barely there, exotic g-string barely covering the meal inbetween her legs. Rafe having undone her the strings of her top as her perfect tits sway sensually in front of his fucked-out face. His eyes glazed over with unadulterated lust as he succumbs to the goddess on top of him.

He’s sure this is sinful heaven.

The hot pink lights of the private room cast a sultry glow over them. Music playing lowly in the background as she slowly grinds to the tempo. Arms surrounding him as she grips the top of the cushioned seat. Her sweet, smelling perfume engulfing him in a scent that he’s come to associate with her only. Not worried about the body glitter she slathered on —dusting over his own body as well. A reminder she was there every time he goes home.

“You give me all your fucking money, just to get a chance to talk to me. It’s so sad.” She mocks, bending down to lick at the lobe of his ear before she bites it softly. His large hands tightening their grip on her hips, as his fingertips dig grape-sized bruises into them. His stringy hair a mess and pushed back, face flushed-red as he bucks his hips up against her. Pathetic moans falling from his lips.

“Yeah-yes! Fuck. Needed to know you, you’re-ah fuck-you’re all I think about.” He whimpers, eyes shutting tightly as she kisses down his neck. Biting softly, then licking a long stripe from his neck all the way to his chin. Dragging it across the bottom of his lip till she flicks it up sensually. Her eyes gazing down at him lustfully through faux lashes. Prompting him to open his eyes and look at her.

He’s staring at her like she’s his salvation.

A pathetic, trust fund brat who she wants to suck dry. Metaphorically and physically.

She lets out a soft purr as she grinds down on him harder, bringing a hand to grip his flushed face between her french-tipped nails and digging in —as she bites his plush bottom lip. Sinking her teeth in and pulling back till she lets it go; feeling his hips buck up once more as blood starts dripping from the wound she created. Throwing her head back as his bulge catches onto her clit, letting out soft whines from her glossy pout. Her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she digs her nails in; grinding against him harder.

Rafe leans forward and catches one of her perked-up nipples in his mouth. His hands sliding up her back as he begins grinding up into her. Pulling her body toward him so he can worship the soft peaks with his swollen lips. Her desperate whines satisfying his need to please her entirely.

Desperate to make her happy.

She leans forward and runs her fingers through his hair; gripping it and tugging his head back till he drops her tit from his lips. A string of saliva connecting them as he whimpers up at her. A pitiful picture of desperation sitting right in between her legs.

She wants to wreak havoc on him.

“I’m gonna ruin your life.” She says as she smirks down at him, his head nodding as much as he can with the grip she has on his hair. Feeling his strong hands slide up her back and dragging his blunt nails down as begs her to give him everything. Letting out one last piteous plea…

“I’ll let you do whatever you want. Just as long as you become mine.”

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