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dark-fics-4-you · 8 months ago

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Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

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greengoblinswifey · 17 days ago

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Has dadbf Rafe ever gone too far sexually with her? Like maybe she had to use their safe word because she felt overwhelmed? I can see him absolutely crumbling inside knowing he pushed her too far

a/n— dbf!rafe is back, loved this <3 reminds me of the line in 505 by artic monkeys “but I crumble completely when you cry”

Rafe had you pinned beneath him, his hands gripping your wrists above your head. His kisses were rough, heated, everything was fast and relentless. The pressure of his hand on your throat was firm, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled, “You’ve been such a brat all week. Thought you could push me and get away with it? Hm slut?”

You tried to respond, but the intensity of his actions made it hard to breathe, not just physically, but emotionally. His body pressed you into the mattress, and his roughness wasn’t the usual thrilling kind. It felt too much, too rough, overwhelming.

“Rafe—” you tried, your voice faint and shaky, but he didn’t catch it as he kept going. You managed to choke out the safe word that you both had agreed upon, your heart racing.

He froze instantly, his grip on your wrists loosening as his eyes darted to yours in alarm. “What?” he whispered.

You swallowed hard, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you repeated the safe word softly, your voice breaking.

He immediately pulled back, his hands releasing you completely as he scrambled off you, sitting on the bed with wide, panicked eyes. “Oh my God, baby, I— I’m so sorry,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You sat up slowly, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to steady your breathing. “I just, It was too much. I felt overwhelmed.”

Rafe’s hands were trembling as he reached for you, but then he stopped himself, unsure if you wanted him to touch you. “I didn’t realize—I didn’t mean to—I swear I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he said, his voice cracking.

You nodded, trying to calm both yourself and him. “I know. You stopped when I needed you to. I’m okay now.”

But the look on his face was devastating. He looked like a man who had just shattered something precious. “I should’ve been paying more attention. I—fuck, I hate myself for this,” he muttered, running a hand through his buzzed hair in frustration.

His gentleness returned as he grabbed a blanket and carefully wrapped it around you. “You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice full of regret. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

He stayed beside you, stroking your curls and kissing your forehead as you calmed down. “I’m so so sorry,” he repeated over and over, his voice barely above a whisper.

When it was time to sleep, you turned away, still feeling unsettled. Rafe didn’t push it. He tucked you in, brushing your hair out of your face before whispering, “I love you.” You didn’t respond, and he quietly moved to the chair in the corner, leaving you to rest.

You woke up in the middle of the night to find the space beside you empty. Rafe was sitting on the edge of a chair in the corner, his head in his hands.

“Rafe?” you called softly, sitting up.

His head snapped up, and his face was etched with guilt. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

You climbed out of bed and padded over to him. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, his shoulders tense. “I feel like shit. I pushed you too hard, and I hurt you. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You knelt in front of him, placing your head on his knees and looking up at him. “Rafe, I’m okay now. You stopped when I needed you to. That’s what matters.”

“It’s not okay,” he said, his voice cracking. “You trust me, and I broke that tonight.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You listened when I said the safe word. You took care of me. That’s what trust is.”

He still looked unconvinced, so you stood and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek to his chest. His arms came around you slowly, and he exhaled shakily.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your curls, holding you tightly.

“I know,” you whispered back, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I forgive you.”

He kissed you softly and whispered, “I love you,” as his lips trailed along your forehead and cheeks.

“I love you too,” you replied, curling up with him on the bed. This time, when his arms wrapped around you, they felt like home. You both drifted off, holding each other close.

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princessbrunette · 9 months ago

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i want to suck on dbf rafe’s fingers. respectfully ofc

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thank god for the lock on your bedroom door.

if you hadn’t had one, your dads voice yelling out “sweetheart, i’m home!” might have startled you into a heart attack whilst you bounce on rafe cameron’s dick in your girly pink bedroom.

he jolts up beneath you, an adorably frightened look on his face as you both momentarily freeze. you clear your throat, placing a hand on rafe’s chest before yelling out “okay dad!” and immediately continuing to roll your hips.

“shit, thought you said he wasn’t coming home huh?” rafe mutters quietly with his teeth grit, trying to hold himself together and push aside the anxiety of being caught so he could get his nut. he did come all this way after all, now laying mostly naked on your bed balls-deep in his bosses daughter — so it was a little too late for sensible thinking.

“are you scared of getting caught?” you giggle, laying your hand over his and guiding it to run up your soft naked body as you ride him. he shudders, the irritation melting off his face just a little.

“you should be scared.” he shakes his head, leaning fully back against the stacked pillows once more.

“m’not.” you whimper quietly, before a mischievous smile possesses you. you moan loudly and his eyes that were on the verge of fluttering closed snap open. with each loud and obvious moan, you release a giggle like you knew what you were doing. the last straw was when you moaned his name.

“hey, hey shut up kid.” he grapples you a little, one hand holding the back of your head and the other placed firmly over your mouth. you slow your grinding to stare at him sweetly as you both catch your breath — rafe through his mouth and you shakily through your nose. “alright?”

you nod, and the hand on the back of your head slides down, resting on your hip once more encouraging you to continue riding him. you do so, and the hand over your mouth starts to let up too, until his fingers are ghosting over your lips effortlessly. in a haze of pleasure, you duck down — catching the tip of his pointer with your pink wet tongue, before sucking it into your mouth, letting out a little hum.

“shhhhit.” he whispers as he watches you, taking the initiative to add another finger past your lips. “yeah… you like that huh? that shut you up?”

“mhm’ueyes” your answer comes out whiny and garbled around his thick digits and he immediately pulls them out to give your cheek a wet little slap.

“hm? speak up.”

“yes daddy.” you mewl and he licks his lips, eyes subconsciously jumping to the door for a millisecond.

“yeah… yeah damn right… i’m your fuckin’ daddy.” he hums before stuffing his fingers back in.

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#anon #dbf!rafe #rafe cameron prompt #spoiledkook!reader

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drewsarms · 4 months ago

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ᝰ.ᐟ - 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 (𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌) @rafeyscurtainbangs 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿!!!

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི : 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𐙚: 𝖽𝖻𝖿!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𐙚: 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 “𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏/ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌” (𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒) , 18+𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 8 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖽.

“𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗅𝗒. “𝗔𝗿𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗥𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻? 𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.”

“𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘄𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻.” 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗉. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽.

“𝗜- 𝗜 𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽.

“𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘂𝗽!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋�� 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌.

“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗕𝘆𝗲 𝗠𝗿. 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻!”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝖺��𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋, “𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮! 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚!” 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄.

𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍: @fae-of-prey @rafecameroninterlude @shawtycoreee @nemesyaaa @venic-bxtch @bunnyrafe @starkeysprincess @starkeyisthelastname @starkeysbebe @nativegirltapes @oceandriveab @archiveofvirtue @wearemadeofstardust0

#dolly notes ໒ྀི #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron concepts #dbf!rafe

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sematarygirls · 1 month ago

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i just got the YUMMIESTTTTT smut request in my drafts. freaky soleil is reviving from her grave rn (i'm very rusty, so it's probably gonna be so bad)

#🎀#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ☀️ sol rambles .ᐟ #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #dbf!rafe

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erwinsvow · 6 months ago

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its literally dad’s best friend rafe drinking his beer with your father and checking you out everytime you float by in a short skirt (much shorter than the first time you had met him!) claiming you keep forgetting things outside 🎀

#dbf rafe #rafe cameron

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dark-fics-4-you · 4 months ago

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Crying in the Country Club ch. VI

dark!dbf!Rafe Cameron x dark!f!Reader

Warnings: dubcon if you squint, oral (f!recieving), implied p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, drug use, abusive relationship, manipulative behavior, physical abuse, aggressive behavior, mention of previous attempted assault, ptsd symptoms, infidelity, age gap relationship, secret relationship, love bombing, mentions of baby trapping, reader calls Rafe ‘daddy’

You glanced down at your outfit one last time before steeling yourself to go inside. You knew that Rafe would like the short skirt you had picked.

After spending more time with him recently you had gotten a sense of the types of clothes he liked you to wear around him. Skirts and dresses were his favorites, along with any tight, low cut shirts.

Rebecca had never worn those types of clothes as long as you had known her and you knew that was part of the reason why Rafe loved seeing you walk around his house in your tiny skirts, paired with revealing blouses that left little to the imagination.

Luckily for you and Rafe, Rebecca’s therapist had recommended she attend late night group sessions a couple times a week, giving you the perfect window to sneak over and see Mr. Cameron.

It had become a routine for you at this point. You told your parents that you were hanging out with Charlie, and they never asked any questions. They didn’t realize that Charlie had been spending most of her nights at her boyfriend’s house.

Entering the code that Rafe had given you, you unlocked the door and the pulled it open, letting yourself inside as you looked around.

There was no sight of Rafe, and for a moment you worried that maybe you had been wrong about the day Rebecca had therapy until you heard the muffled sound of music coming from down the hall.

You quietly closed the door behind you before nervously reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Usually he would have been waiting for you in the living room with two glasses of wine and his charming smile that made you melt into his arms. The two of you would hang out and talk about your day for about half an hour before you would inevitably follow him into his bedroom.

Over the several weeks that you had been sneaking over, he’d never not met you at the door. Maybe he got caught up doing work?

You set your purse down on the couch, walking towards the source of the pulsing music. When you found yourself in front of Rafe’s office, his door slightly ajar, you couldn’t help but pause for a moment, not sure what to expect on the other side.

When you swung the door open, you froze in surprise, and your sharp inhale alerted Rafe to your presence.

He was sitting at his desk, which was clean and tidy, save for the several white, powdery lines that he was crouched over.

He dropped the rolled up hundred onto his desk, sniffing once before wiping his knuckle against his nostril as he stood up, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Y/N…” he began, walking towards you as he took in the shocked look of betrayal on your face.

You couldn’t find the words that you wanted to say. For reasons you couldn’t really explain, your heart was pounding faster as Mr. Cameron got closer.

“Why are you..?” The rest of the question died on your tongue and you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

Rafe took another step towards you and the chill that passed through your body reminded you of the horrible night at the party weeks ago, only this time Rafe was the one scaring you.

“Just- just calm down, okay, sweetheart?” His tone was even, kind perhaps, but the way that his fingers were twitching and balling into fists at his side and the jumpy look in his eyes made you feel nervous.

“Is that coke?” You asked again, cringing internally when your voice cracked with emotion.

Rafe stared down at you with an unidentifiable expression. His jaw clenched and you took another step back when he drew closer to you.

When your back hit the wall of his study, you wanted to cry, fear clenching your gut so hard you thought you might be sick.

You made a move to side step him and walk towards the door to his study, but Rafe’s fingers tightened around your wrist, forcefully pulling you away from your escape and roughly pushing you against the wall of his study.

“Wait, Y/N-”

Yelping in pain, you froze, tears springing to your wide eyes as you were transported back in time to the house party with Mason.

“C’mon Y/N,” he chuckled, slurring his words. “We both know you’re looking for attention.”

Your chest felt tight, anxiety beginning to pool in your gut. “I’m not-” you tried to get past Mason again only for him to shove you backwards a second time, this time much harder.

You couldn’t catch your breath, and your heart was racing so fast you felt dizzy.

Rafe’s hard grip on your wrist loosened and he released you, face falling as he took in your panicked state.

“Fuck- I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to do that.” He sounded so different than he had just a moment before and his demeanor changed so quickly you didn’t have time to question it. “Are you okay?”

He gently grabbed your arm, examining the red, irritated skin he had wrapped his fingers around. You whimpered when he ran his fingers over the spot and he immediately withdrew his hand.

“I’m-” you began before your throat closed up with emotion. The injury likely wasn’t that bad, but that didn’t change the feelings that accompanied it. You felt startled, hurt, and betrayed, but most of all you felt scared; scared of the man you had know your entire life who had shown you an unforeseen side tonight.

“I’m okay,” you finally forced out, feeling guilty as the words left your mouth, and you couldn’t stop the tears that had started sliding down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he repeated again, and the pain in his voice made your heart hurt. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“A buddy of mine gave me some of his stash to try for the first time,” Rafe rambled, reaching into his pocket to pause the music. “I didn’t think it was going to make me act like this.”

“Oh,” you paused and sniffled, wiping away some of your tears.

“S-so this isn’t something you do regularly?” Your voice was quiet and timid, but your heart was still thumping in your chest.

“No, no. Absolutely not. Just a one time thing because Topper kept talking it up.” He reached out a hand to brush your tear stained cheek and this time you didn’t flinch away.

“Y-you promise?”

“Yes Y/N/N, I promise. And I’m so sorry I grabbed you. Turns out coke makes me a bit…” he sighed, “aggressive, and I just got scared that you would get the wrong idea about this. About me.”

You swallowed, trying to catch your breath as you calmed yourself down.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years, Y/N.”

Your breath caught in your throat at that and you looked up at him with shiny eyes.

“I mean it, the last month has been amazing. And you’re on my mind more often than not, which drives me kind of crazy at times,” he chuckled at that and you joined him, completely understanding how he was feeling.

“You’re intelligent, funny, and so sweet at times it hurts. Not to mention how beautiful you are,” he added the last part with a wink, finally taking in the outfit that you had chosen to wear.

You blushed as he looked you up and down.

“I mean, fuck, you look gorgeous right now. I feel so damn lucky.”

Your stomach flipped at that, and you were secretly thrilled to be hearing him say all of the things you’d always wanted him to.

“I just, I dont want this one stupid mistake to ruin what we have.” You could feel the regret in his voice chipping away at your fear.

Rafe’s eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips, and when he met your gaze again you gave him a slight nod.

He closed the distance between you, one of his large hands tangling into your hair as your lips met.

It felt gentler and more tender than usual, and you couldn’t help but melt into his arms when he deepened the kiss. His other hand hand found your back, pressing you closer to him when you moaned against his lips.

When he finally pulled away, you let out a soft, disappointed whine. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you almost dreamily. Up close, you realized how big his pupils were right now.

“Y/N?” Rafe’s arm was still wrapped around your back protectively. The rest of the house was quiet and you shivered in his arms at the intensity of his stare.

“I love you.”

You blinked in surprised silence, shocked to hear the words that you had wished to hear for so long whispered by him.

Before you could reply, his lips were on yours again, stealing your breath with another passionate kiss. With one hand on the small of your back to steady you, he slowly walked you towards his desk, only pulling away from you to sweep the contents on top of the desk onto the floor.

Rafe easily lifted you onto the desk, pressing kisses to your lips and cheek before trailing to your neck. You whined when he nipped at a sensitive spot, squeezing your legs around his waist as he sucked at your tender skin.

“I love you,” he groaned into your neck in between sloppy kisses. When he rolled his hips, pressing his clothed hard on to your core, you gasped, grinding your hips against him.

“I love y-you too,” you stuttered, finding speaking difficult as his scent clouded your thoughts. His large hands roamed down from your waist and under your mini skirt, squeezing your ass and pulling you in closer to him.

You could feel your panties growing slicker as Rafe kissed your neck, and you were almost sure he could feel it too as you greedily bucked your hips against him.

Rafe broke away, panting as he took in your flushed face for a moment before lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

His fingers brushed against your thighs before hooking around your panties and you lifted your hips to help him pull them down your legs. He splayed his hand across your stomach, lightly pressing and you laid back against the desk, heart racing as he pushed your skirt up.

Rafe spread your legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. The blond leaned closer and you shivered as he trailed gentle kisses down your inner thigh, stopping before he reached your core only to do the same to your other leg.

You were practically quaking with anticipation by the time he finally tasted you, and you whined his name as his tongue teased your clit.

His warm tongue slid up and down your slick folds and Rafe groaned at your sweet taste, one arm wrapping around your thighs to bury his face deeper.

He lapped at your clit hungrily, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he devoured your soaked cunt.

“Mm, y’taste so good,” he mumbled, and you arched your back off the desk when he slid his middle finger into you.

You whimpered as you squeezed around him, and Rafe held you in place as he curled the thick digit inside of you. His tongue never stopped flicking against your tender bud and the vibrations of his moans sent waves of pleasure through your entire body.

He slowly began thrusting his finger inside of you, and you rolled your hips to meet his pace, whining and squeezing your eyes shut when he circled your clit with his tongue.

The sounds of him groaning as he sucked on your clit made you gush around his finger. You cursed softly between gasps when he pushed his ring finger in, stretching you out before he even reached his knuckles

Rafe pushed his fingers deeper, holding your thighs in place as you squirmed on the desk. You tensed when you felt a new sensation, something hard and cool dragging inside you, but when you realized it was Mr. Cameron’s ring —his wedding ring— you bit back a moan, tilting your hips into his touch.

He curled his fingers as he thrusted them into you, the pace building as your cunt grew slicker and his tongue swirled around your clit.

Your hand came to his shoulder, digging your nails into his tanned skin as his skilled fingers massaged your walls. Each stroke made the pleasure between your legs build, and you felt embarrassingly needy even as Rafe fervently lapped up your juices.

“Daddy-” you whimpered, your nails clutching at his shoulders and leaving red marks on his back.

Rafe pulled away, replacing his mouth with his thumb, which circled your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

He could help but watch your face as he fucked you with his fingers, his pants getting tighter as your mouth fell open and your pretty eyes met his.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over daddy’s fingers?” He growled. “Making a mess all over my desk.”

You moaned loudly when his tongue found your clit again, and you arched your back off the hard wood when his fingers curled deep inside you, hitting a spot that made you clench around him.

“Fuck I’m-” you whimpered, so lost in the rhythm of his thrusts that you couldn’t think straight.

Rafe’s thick fingers were stretching you out so deliciously, and the feeling of his tongue teasing your clit had you twitching in his arms.

You couldn’t stop the tension that had been building inside you from bubbling over and you whined as you came undone. Rafe groaned against your clit as you tightened around his fingers, pulsing with overstimulation as he continued lapping at your sensitive bud.

Light headedness flooded your brain, and you felt dizzy when he finally pulled away to kiss you. You leaned into the kiss, allowing him to messily push his tongue into your mouth as his thumb traced along your jaw. The aftershocks of euphoria made you feel almost high and you enjoyed the taste of yourself on his tongue as his lips slid against yours.

When Rafe drew back, you let out a disappointed whine, but the realization that he was unzipping his pants to free his hard cock had you eagerly lying back down against the desk as you spread your legs.

He pushed into you with one stroke, stretching your slick, sensitive cunt out around his length, his lips smothering yours to swallow your moans.

The package arrived at noon two days after Rafe had told you that he loved you for the first time.

You were sitting in your bed reading a book when your mom knocked on your door.

“One second!” You planted your hand on the bed beside you to sit up, wincing momentarily at the dull pain that pulsed in your wrist. Pulling your sleeves down to cover up the bruise, you climbed out of bed and opened your door to see your mom holding a black gift bag.

“Long sleeves in this weather?” She half joked before you could ask her what she was holding.

“It’s chilly in the house, Dad keeps it at like 60°,” you shot back, hoping your discomfort didn’t show in your voice or face.

You curiously eyed the gift bag in her hand, happy to change the subject.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know, I just found it on the porch… but it looks like it’s addressed to you,” she winked with a joking tone. “Do you have a secret boyfriend you’re not telling us about?”

Your mom laughed and you chuckled too, but your heart skipped a beat.

If she only knew the half of it, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sure it’s just a stupid prank. Maybe some frat boy I met at a party or something,” you tried to sound nonchalant, but you eagerly took the bag from her, not wanting to give her any chance to snoop inside.

“Thanks mom,” you said, and she walked away as you shut the door behind you.

Barely able to breathe, you carried it to your bed, taking the tissue paper off the top to reveal a smaller, blue bag inside.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you read the logo on the bag and you reached inside to pull out the small matching box that was tied up with a white ribbon.

No fucking way, you thought to yourself as you untied the ribbon and opened the Tiffany & Co. box.

Inside, laid out on a bed of satin, was a necklace with a small rose gold pendant that to the unsuspecting eye could have been an abstract shape, but you knew exactly what it meant.

In your excitement, you accidentally knocked the bag over on your bed and the small letter that tumbled out caught your eye.

You ran your nail under the wax seal of the envelope, pulled the letter out, and unfolded it.

Dear Y/N,

A beautiful girl like you deserves beautiful things. I hope you enjoy this gift and wearing it reminds you of me.

Love,

R.C.

You had to stop yourself from giggling with happiness as you read and reread the letter again and again.

No matter how many times you reminded yourself, you still couldn’t believe it.

Rafe loved you!

You could feel all of your dreams coming true as you remembered how those words sounded on his lips.

Setting the letter down, you picked up the box again, gently pulling the necklace out and walking over to your mirror to try it on.

After fastening the small clasp on the back, you beamed as you admired the gorgeous necklace against your skin.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but imagine how you would look pregnant. You pictured yourself glowing, full and round with Rafe’s child, one ringed hand resting on your belly along with your husband’s as he stood behind you.

There was nothing in the world that mattered to you more than having that life and you believed more than ever before that you were going to make it happen

No matter what it took.

#dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron #citcc #crying in the country club #dark rafe cameron #older!rafe cameron #dbf!rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader #dark rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut

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greengoblinswifey · 1 month ago

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Hi, I’m new to your blog and I love your content, congrats :)

By the way, I read this and I’m obsessed https://www.tumblr.com/greengoblinswifey/764724824935432192/swim - would you ever be interested in writing more about them?

pairing— dad’s best friend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary— Ever since fucking your dad’s best friend during a family vacation, you and Rafe have been sneaking around, unable to resist each other. Over the weekend, with the house to yourselves, things escalate.

warnings— age gap(rafe is 40, reader is 20), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, nipple play, degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink.

a/n— i don’t usually write part 2s of fics written long ago but just this once, enjoy <3 original fic here.

It all started on the family vacation. Your dad’s best friend, Rafe Cameron, had joined your family for the trip and you ended up in his hotel room, with his cum inside you by the end of the night. After you had returned back to Kildare, you and Rafe found yourselves alone on your balcony. The air was thick with sexual tension, the kind that had been built since everything that took place. “We can’t keep doing this,” he had murmured, but the way his eyes lingered on you told a different story. His resolve faltered the moment you kissed him, and from that night on, everything continued.

Since then, it had been a series of secret moments and hushed exchanges. Late night meetups, stolen kisses, and hook ups in the shadows of your dad’s house became your new normal. One night, you slipped into the kitchen for a glass of water, knowing Rafe was still downstairs. As you tiptoed pass, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the pantry. “You’re gonna get us caught,” you whispered, but the way his lips grazed your neck made it impossible to push him away. Footsteps echoed down the hall, and your dad’s voice called out, “Rafe, you still here?”

Clearing his throat, Rafe pulled back from you but his hand slipped to your pussy. “Yeah, just grabbing a snack,” he answered smoothly. You stifled a moan as your dad walked past, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away from him.

Another time, you told your dad that Rafe was giving you a ride to a friend’s house. Instead, he drove you to his place. “You’re terrible,” you teased as he pulled you inside, his hands already roaming your body. “You love it,” he shot back, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that left you breathless. He didn’t waste any time, lifting you onto the couch, his fingers tracing the edge of your shirt and ripping it off along with the rest of your clothes. He fucked you on every surface of his house that night—the kitchen counter, the hallway wall, the bathroom counter, even outside on his balcony.

The closest call came when you and Rafe were tangled up in his bedroom. He had you under him, his mouth on yours and fingers in your pussy, and you were too caught up in the moment to hear the sound of your dad’s car pulling up outside. The jingle of keys snapped you both to attention. “He’s here,” Rafe hissed, grabbing your clothes and ushering you into his closet. You pressed your back against the wall, heart pounding, as the bedroom door opened.

“I swear she’s hiding something,” your dad said, his voice low but firm. “She’s been so jumpy lately. You don’t think she has a boyfriend, do you?”

Rafe’s voice was calm, steady. “She’s a good kid. Probably just going through a phase. She’ll be fine.”

Your chest tightened as you heard your dad sigh and leave the room to hang in the living room. The door clicked shut, and Rafe opened the closet. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, but the smirk on his face told you he wasn’t complaining.

A family dinner at Rafe’s house carried on, the table filled with laughter and chatter. You had been stealing glances at him all evening, your dad oblivious to the fire crackling between you two. After a while, you excused yourself, saying you needed to use the bathroom upstairs.

A few moments later, just as you were fixing your hair in the mirror, the bathroom door opened quietly, and Rafe stepped in, locking it behind him. Your heart raced as you turned to him. “Rafe, are you crazy? Everyone’s downstairs!” you hissed, but the smirk on his face silenced any real protest.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’ve been driving me insane all night looking so fucking sexy.” His lips brushed against yours, and before you could respond, he had you pressed against the sink, his cock slipping inside you.

“Daddy,” you moaned as hands slid down to your clit rubbing firmly, louder than you intended.

The next second, your dad’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Sweetie? Everything alright?”

Panic flooded you, but Rafe was faster. His hand clamped gently over your mouth, his lips grazing your ear. “Answer him,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding as he thrusted inside you.

You struggled to find your voice, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Y-yeah, Dad. Everything’s fine!” you called, your voice trembling.

Rafe chuckled softly, his hand dropping from your mouth and back to your clit. “Good girl,” he murmured, though the teasing gleam in his eyes made your pulse quicken. He pressed his lips to your neck again then picked up the pace inside you, making you moan softly, “Daddy,” before you could stop yourself.

His hand quickly covered your mouth again, smirking. “Careful, princess,” he murmured, his voice filled with amusement.

Once you both came, you quickly adjusted your dress and hurried downstairs, still flustered. Your dad looked up, giving you a curious glance. “You okay? You look off.”

You waved it off, trying to sound casual. “Just tired,” you muttered, avoiding eye contact.

A few minutes later, Rafe strolled in, calm and collected. He poured himself a glass of water, catching your eye briefly with a knowing smirk. You refused to look at him, your heart still racing, as you silently prayed no one had noticed anything.

Your parents had left for the weekend, trusting Rafe to keep an eye on you and your little brother while they were away. It was your dad’s idea, of course. “Just make sure they don’t burn the house down,” he had joked before leaving, clapping Rafe on the shoulder. Rafe, ever the perfect best friend, had agreed without hesitation, offering his usual smile.

Your brother barely stuck around. The moment dinner was over, he was out the door to meet his friends, leaving just you and Rafe in the house. You could feel his gaze on you from the moment your brother left, and by the time the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway faded, you knew exactly where this night was headed.

“You’ve had my dick hard all day,” Rafe said as you walked past him in the living room, his voice low and teasing. Before you could respond, he caught your wrist and tugged you gently onto his lap. “You’re such a tease, you know that?”

“I haven’t done anything,” you replied, though your smirk gave you away.

“Exactly,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw. “It’s the ‘nothing’ that’s killing me.”

The kiss started soft, but it didn’t take long before it deepened. His hands were everywhere, on your waist, your thighs, your ass—as he pulled you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough. “Daddy,” you gasped between kisses, “not here. My mom will kill us if anything happens to her expensive couch.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to scoop you up effortlessly, carrying you to the kitchen. He placed you on the counter, his lips finding yours again. His hands gripped your thighs as he pressed his hard cock between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “Can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.”

He couldn’t wait. Usually your hook ups were a barrage of his lips all over you, including on your pussy but he needed you immediately. He’d have the rest of the weekend to make you feel his mouth and his fingers in your pussy and your mouth slobbering all over his dick.

“Fuck,” you both gasped, your foreheads pressed against each other as his big, thick, cock penetrated your tight pussy. No matter how many times he fucked you, your pussy couldn’t get used to how big he was. Those were the perks of being with an older man, your dad’s best friend.

When you finally adjusted to his size, he began rolling his hips to meet yours steadily, his muscular figure flexing and towering over you. You could be as loud as you wanted and your moans echoed throughout the kitchen.

“That’s it, I love hearing you moan. My dirty fucking girl, so fucking dirty letting me fuck you on your parents’ kitchen counter,” he panted, his signature smirk making its way to his lips.

“Mhmm—you can fuck me all over their house too,” you croaked out.

The twitch of his cock inside you told you the idea was daunting and turned him on. His thrusts sped up and he leaned down, ripping the sorry excuse of a crop top you had on and sucked on your tits. You ran your fingers through his hair as he did, spreading your legs even wider to take his dick.

“F-feels so good daddy, I love it when you suck on my tits,” you murmured.

He moved to the other, swirling his tongue then taking it between his teeth, his pace relentless as he pounded into you.

“Cum for me, cum for you daddy, I can feel how tight you’re getting,” he growled, leaning up to wrap his hand around your throat.

At his command, your entire body shook and your release hit you like a truck. You cried out, the sound bouncing off the walls as you squirted on his cock and the counter but he wasn’t finished with you.

He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brought you into the hallway that led to the stairs. He pushed you against the wall, lifting and slamming you onto his cock.

“Oh my God,” you mewled, nails dragging across his back surely to leave deep red marks.

You held on for dear life as he slammed up into you, his cock stretching you out and making your pussy quiver.

“Fucking take it like a good girl,” he growled, “you can fucking take it. You love my cock.”

He held under your ass, slamming you down on him as he thrusted up into you, your tits bouncing wildly.

“Yes daddy! I love your cock!” you moaned.

Only he could have you like this—screaming while he fucked you. Your brother could be home any minute but you didn’t care, all you cared about was Rafe fucking you rough.

The kitchen, the back patio, the hallway—he didn’t seem to care about stopping himself, letting the thrill of the moment guide him. Each time you came, he’d fuck you on a different surface again, he was relentless.

When you finally made it upstairs to your bedroom, you were both breathless, laughing quietly as he stumbled inside. Rafe closed the door behind him with his cock still inside you and your legs wrapped around him, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m going to hell because of you,” he murmured.

“Good,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Then we’ll go together.”

His grin was devilish as he pressed you back against the bed. “I’ll make it worth it,” he promised, his hands roaming your body.

The night continued as he pushed your legs to the back of your head, thrusting so deep, you could feel him in your cervix.

“You’re fucking me so good daddy,” you moaned.

“I know baby, I’ll never get tired of this tight pussy.”

He held your legs behind your head as he continued pounding into you. He felt your pussy flutter around his cock and he knew you were about to cum for the fourth time.

He reached down, rubbing rough circles on your clit as you sobbed.

“C-can’t,” you managed to say, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

“Yes the fuck you can,” he growled, “sluts who let their dad’s best friend fuck them will cum as much as I want them to.”

With that, you let go. Your body arched off the bed and your fingernails dug into his back, trailing all over as you writhed and shook from the soul crashing orgasm that took you over. Rafe continued fucking you as you squirted, soaking the sheets below and all over his abdomen.

“That’s my dirty fucking slut, good girl, I’m so proud of you baby. Now it’s time to take daddy’s cum,” he cooed.

He pounded into you, groping your tits as he did and before long, you could feel ropes of his cum spurt deep inside your pussy.

You both moaned in pleasure and you lay tangled together in the sheets, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced circles on your back. “Doing this is so risky,” you murmured sleepily, though you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

Rafe kissed the top of your head, his voice soft and affectionate. “Worth every second.”

The rest of the weekend was nothing short of chaos, though not in the way your parents might have imagined. You and Rafe couldn’t keep your hands off each other everytime your brother left the house. Every room became a new playground—kissing in the hallway, tangled sheets in your bed, the two of you reveling in the freedom that came with an empty house.

Rafe had you memorized, and you him. His hands traced every inch of you, and yours left their mark, quite literally. Long, red scratches adorned his back from when you couldn’t help but dig your nails into him while he fucked you. He wore them proudly, a smug grin every time you glanced at them.

By Sunday afternoon, reality set in. Your parents were due home, and the house looked like a tornado had swept through. You scrambled to clean every surface with your cum, laughing as Rafe teased you. “Who knew you could actually clean?” he joked, watching you wipe down the counters.

“I’ll throw this at your head,” you threatened, holding up a sponge, though the smile tugging at your lips softened the blow.

By the time your parents walked through the door, the house was spotless. Your mom looked around, pleasantly surprised. “Wow, you actually cleaned?” she said, raising an eyebrow at Rafe. “No maids this weekend?”

Rafe, ever the smooth talker, grinned. “She wanted to surprise you. Thought you’d appreciate a break from the usual.”

Your mom beamed, clearly impressed. “Well, it’s a nice change. Thank you, both of you.”

Later, the whole family gathered by the pool—your dad, your brother, his girlfriend, and Rafe, who lounged shirtless in a chair and your mom cooking. You tried not to stare, but the marks on his back were a glaring reminder of your weekend.

Your dad noticed too. “What the fuck happened to your back?” he asked, squinting. “Did you get into a fight with a cheetah?”

Rafe, completely unfazed, smirked. “Nah, just got into a sex fight with this hot chick.”

Your dad burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Well, I hope I get to meet her someday.”

Rafe chuckled, his eyes flicking to you for the briefest moment. “We’ll see,” he said.

You chose that moment to walk by, your hips swaying just enough to catch his attention. You didn’t look back, but you knew Rafe was watching, his grin widening as he took in the sight of you.

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princessbrunette · 9 months ago

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dbf!rafe thought he was doing a pretty good job at pretending he didn’t care too much about you. but it was coming to the late afternoon, and he’d driven past you wandering around town on your own wearing one of those stupid little mini skirts you’re crazy about and he had to do his duty and command you come with him. for your safety of course. he’d hate if some sick older guy got his hands on you.

“get in. c’mon.” he’s already acting irritable with you and it only spurs you on to act mischievous.

“why so glum, hm?” you pout, letting a small giggle slip through as you fasten your belt — the friend of your fathers glancing around the area briefly to see if anyone had seen his bosses daughter climb into his car before zipping off.

“what’d i tell you last time i saw you just— just walking around asking for trouble?” he berates and he’s not even sure why he’s so wound up. you just got him so pent up and touchy that he always found himself being this way with you.

“asking for trouble? mr cameron i was just hanging out.” you laugh, stretching your legs and going to rest your feet on his dashboard. he shoves your legs off, sending you a scalding glare.

“in that little skirt? yeah i wasn’t born yesterday, alright— you were probably off meeting guys.” he grumbles and you turn your head to him, heart fluttering at the jealous tone he had failed to conceal.

“oh no, not hanging out with guys my own age… that would be the most awful thing in the world, right?” you sark, and he resents the way he can hear the pretty smile in your voice without even turning his attention away from the road. he huffs out a scoff, shaking his head as he pulls up to the traffic light.

“told your old man i’d look out for you, right so — so i am just telling you that you shouldn’t be wandering around meeting guys dressed like a hooker. i know how guys brains work, okay — i am a guy. s’why i’m taking your ass home where you can’t get into any of that shit.” he rants, and before you can complain about him calling you a hooker your attention is caught by his promise to bring you home and you shoot up in your seat.

“no, please. just— anywhere else. not home.” you suddenly sound serious, and he nearly misses the stoplight turning green to glance at you in confusion.

“and why the hell not?” he drawls and suddenly you’re a lot more quiet. he raises his eyebrows waiting for a response.

“i’m fighting with my parents. i just… i don’t want to see them yet.” you sigh, staring at your manicure in your lap. as much as he wanted to teach you a lesson and drag you back into the house to your father, he knew what it was like to have a rocky relationship with his parents. because of this he sighs after his slight hesitation and turns in the direction away from your house.

“ah… shit, alright fine. the fuck do you wanna go then? gotta drop you somewhere, alright?” he relents and you beam.

“really? thanks mr cameron.” your elated expression calms itself into a pur as you lean across the gear stick and press a kiss to his cheek. he clenches his jaw.

“watch it.”

to this you respond with a giggle and he relaxes a little, knowing he had a little more time with you.

“where do you wanna go then? haven’t got all day, kid m’not a fuckin’ taxi.”

“hmm, your place?” you’re quick with your answer, almost like you had it planned. he’d given in a few times, let you have your way with him even though he knew it put his career on the line — and he told himself and you that this could go on no longer.

he huffs out a laugh, scratching at his cheek and shaking his head, choosing to ignore the suggestion. your bottom lip curls over at this, frowning a little.

“raaafe.” you whine and he resists an eye roll.

“what you’re — you’re serious about that shit?”

“mhm… i missed you…” you coo, and he feels your warm body lean across the centre console again, a clawed hand finding his thigh as you speak into his ear. “c’mon dad.” you groan and he feels a hot rush of blood fly through him at the nickname. god you were sick.

“don’t fuckin’ call me that.” he turns into his driveway at tannyhill, parking up infront of the house haphazardly before turning off the car and not making any move to get out.

“just wanna play a little bit.” you complain, kissing down his white shirt leaving lipgloss prints that he’d soon complain about down the expensive material as he watches you with parted lips, feeling your hot breath fan over his hardening crotch.

“well if you’re gonna suck me off just fuckin’ do it alright. don’t wanna hear that shrill ass little voice unless you’re tellin’ me how good that shit tastes. c’mon.”

you couldn’t help but obey.

#rafe cameron prompt #dbf!rafe #spoiledkook!reader

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nemesyaaa · 4 months ago

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wzkkdkzkeie could read about that trope a lot, it's so hot i can't. and not you talking about tennis ??? girl, i'm in and i nee more. im gonna walk with you for sure ! 😎😎‼️

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི : 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𐙚: 𝖽𝖻𝖿!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

“𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘂𝗽!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋, “𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮! 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚!” 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄.

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stvolanis · 2 months ago

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OUTER BANKS DRABBLES

✎ Rafe :)

✎ Best friend! Rafe

✎ Stepbro! Rafe

✎ JJ & his prince albert piercing

✎ Mean! Rafe

✎ Subby! John B

✎ Rafe x Housewife! Reader

✎ DBF! Pope

✎ Rafe praise kink

✎ Rafe x Puppy Hybrid! Gf

✎ JJ who acts like a virgin

✎ Rafes Development

✎ Rafe x pogue! Reader

✎ Drug Dealer! Rafe

✎ Jealous Rafe

✎ BBF! Rafe

✎ JJ and John B sharing reader

OUTER BANKS ONE SHOTS

✎ summer lovin’ - JJ Maybank

“𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦”

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rafedaddy01 · 4 months ago

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Could I request a part 2 for the dbf rafe where she threatens to tell her father he assaluted her ?

She now comes over every day after work

Rafe stays extra late because of her

He doesnt want to disobey her and is now already waiting with his c ck out

His wife calls while they are f ing for a third time

His c m already dripping out of her

And y/n makes him pick up the call

Him telling his wife "he will be right home"

While he is f ing y/n against the glass wall just like she wanted

Ofc 💕

Rafes already waiting for you, like the good little boy he is. He won’t admit it, not even to himself. But he gets excited every time you come into his office now. He has the primal need to want to satisfy and obey you, be good for you.

“Such a good boy” his eyes roll back at your praise, and you haven’t even touched him yet. You’re simply standing between his thighs, praising him for having his cock out and already ready for you.

You finally press a kiss to his lips and his body softens.

“I want you to fuck me against the window today, can you do that for me?” He nods absentmindedly, not even caring what it is you’re asking for, just wanting to succumb to your every request.

“Good boy” that phrase alone from your lips makes his whole body shiver.

“Come here then” you call him over as you strip and wait by his enormous office window.

He comes up behind you, running his tip through your folds, getting satisfaction from the way your face shifts, your eyebrows coming together and your lips parting as he pushes in.

“Fuck me hard” you command him.

“Anything f’you” you mumbles as he pushes all the way in. Waiting a second before he pulls out and pushes back in harder. Pressing your body against the glass and giving you all he has.

His phone rings, but he ignores it. He knows who it is. It rings again. And again, and you finally tell him to answer it. He doesn’t want to, he knows he won’t be able to contained himself, your pussy is too good, his wife will notice the shift in his voice if he speaks. But of course he can’t say no to you.

“H-hello” he clears his throat, slowing his hips but you push back onto him, fucking yourself on his cock and reaching under to play with his balls.

“Yeah, yes! I’ll be home soon, honey. I-I just have to finish this paperwork” his breath is weak and panty as he speaks fast, almost fumbling his words.

“Love you too” he hangs up and you smirk as you watch his face, he’s shaky and sweaty and scared, and you love it. You love making him feel like this. Such a powerful man, brought down by you, made pathetic and needy for you.

“Now fuck me and forget all about that wife of yours” you turn back around, body pressed against the glass as you continue throwing yourself back onto him as he meets you halfway with his thrusts.

“There we go, see all better now” you tell him as he grunts and moans in your ear, telling you thank you over and over again. Rafe is now yours.

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erwinsvow · 6 months ago

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how dad's best friend rafe and reader met ♡

"do you need anything else, mister cameron?"

the soft-spoken words come from somewhere behind him—and said with such sincerity he's a little taken aback. rafe's been to a million and one of these—events and outings and even smaller, more intimate dinners at home like this one—but the wife of whichever business partner he's entertaining this time has never asked this specific question in this specific way.

you sound young, pretty. it's not surprising—half the men at his work are a walking, talking stereotype with a divorce under the belt and a young girl on their arm, and you must to belong to one of them.

he turns around getting ready to tell you he doesn't need anything, but when he's face to face the sentence seems to evaporate into thin air.

you're not one of them—the wives who plaster on a smile and make small-talk while keeping one eye on the clock. no, rafe is sure that you're not.

he was right about two things at least—you are young, and you are very pretty. you smile sweetly at him, eyes blinking in anticipation of his answer.

his own eyes flicker down, first to your left hand. a breath releases by itself, the relief of not finding a wedding ring or engagement band on your fingers completely evident. then they wander down a little—taking in the hem of your dress which dances above your knees. finally, back to your waiting eyes, a little concern dancing around them.

"mister cameron?" it snaps him out, and rafe clears his throat. his hand tightens around the glass of scotch he's been clutching onto, and any tighter will have it shattering.

"no, no, m'fine, thank you. and it's just rafe, actually. rafe is fine."

your polite smile deepens a little, eyes meeting his own and then looking away quickly. he doesn't need your words to tell him—body language and those pretty eyes are enough for a guy his age to decipher you completely.

you're a little flustered, maybe you weren't expecting his response. now that he thinks back a little, just over the last half-hour he's been here, he's seen you floating around, each time with a drink in your hand, off to deliver it to whichever coworker of his was an asshole enough to make you fetch a drink instead of getting it themselves.

it doesn't make much sense—you're here as a guest too, not a waitress, and you know names before introductions are made, and yet-

"i don't know if my dad would approve of that," you say with a laugh, a sweet, sincere laugh to match all of your other sweetness.

things start clicking—remember the name on the invitation for tonight and the coworker who always talking about his family and then it finally comes back—'my daughter's home from school, so you'll get to meet her.'

"yeah." it comes out quiet.

rafe clears his throat, suddenly feeling a little tight even though he was just fine a moment ago. he takes a sip of scotch while looking back at you, and this time he drags it out. starting from your cute heels to your matching dress, the long expanse of exposed skin in between them. how you play with your hands while talking to him, particularly fiddling with that left ring finger. it just makes him think he should get you something to put on there, something to play with instead of your soft skin.

"yeah, kid. wouldn't wanna make him upset, would we?" the question teeters on the edge of teasing. he doesn't want to be too upfront, doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

what rafe's failed to recognize is the way your eyes have been glued to him since he walked through the door. how you had to go through a seemingly endless list of your dad's work-friends before you could make your way over to the one you wanted to talk to. and while he's taking in you, you're taking in all of him, staring up at a man who towers over you wondering what exactly is hiding underneath his suit jacket.

"i mean.. he doesn't have to know everything. right, rafe?"

"yeah, kid.." he falters, staring at your expression trying to understand what you're really thinking. you smile back at him brightly, taking a step closer. "right."

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #dbf rafe #sorry this is soooo short i need to go study i just wanted to get something down

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dark-fics-4-you · 8 months ago

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Crying in the Country Club | ch. III

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, strangling, choking, gaslighting, self harm (very, very brief and not a recurring thing), drug use, alcohol, age gap crush, obsessive thoughts, controlling behaviors, kinda baby trapping fantasies

You thought that you were imagining it at first, that your wishful daydreaming was making you see things, but after the fourth time you caught him staring at you, you knew that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Stretching out on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, you had chosen a light pink string bikini for the day, one that you had purchased with Rafe in mind. Your matching pink sunglasses helped you watch him without looking too conspicuous.

It wasn’t unusual for Mr. Cameron to do yard work, but considering the balmy heat, you were a bit surprised to see him trimming the grass and pulling up roots as you suntanned.

Much to your delight, he had opted to work shirtless, and you snuck peaks of his sweaty, muscular chest when he was looking away from you.

You were grateful as well that Charlie wasn’t even here today. After your golf game, Rafe had texted you, reminding you that their pool was open anytime you wanted.

Getting that text after such a close time with Mr. Cameron had almost made your heart explode. You were certain he was sending you signals that he was interested.

And with the number of times you had caught him sneaking glimpses of you, just today, you were feeling incredibly confident.

The sun warmed you and you felt a bit sleepy and you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering.

You so desperately wished that he would come up to you as you laid face down on the chair with your bikini top undone and pull off your skimpy bottoms before covering your mouth and stuffing his cock into you.

That thought had you squeezing your thighs together and you wondered if he would be able to tell how wet you were if he looked over at you right now.

Flipping over onto your back, you made sure your tits were covered by your bikini before relaxing. When you looked out across the lawn, you say him staring at you again, but he held your gaze for a few moments this time before turning back to the yard work.

A jolt of pleasure ran up your spine and you felt your bikini bottoms grow slicker when you had met his eyes.

Five times in one day couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Mr. Cameron was checking you out, and that thought alone made you feel so much more attracted to him.

You closed your eyes, wondering if he felt conflicted at all, considering his wife, but given how much time you had spent with them, you struggled to imagine that he had any real attachment to her.

He didn’t understand how much you could offer him, how much you wanted to give to him.

His family was a mess, that was true, but why should that stop you?

Once Rafe understood how much better you were than Rebecca, and how good you could be as the mother of his child, you were sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her for you.

You wanted so badly to give Rafe the family he deserved. Someone who would stay at home while he earned the family money, ready to bend to his every demand. Someone put together enough to handle raising a child that would actually amount to something.

But how could you make him see? Doing chores around his house was a good start. You wanted him to see you stepping up where his wife wouldn’t. And to be honest, you wanted Rebecca to feel threatened by the risk of you taking her place.

Rafe deserved someone who could give him all of the things that he needed in life. Someone who was pretty, young, and submissive to his every desire, completely unlike his current wife.

You despised thinking about the fact that they slept together. You hoped that they hadn’t in a long time since Charlie was born, and based on their attitudes towards each other, you thought that may have been the case.

Why would he even want her when you were so close?

At the sound of his deep voice coming from right beside you made you jump.

“How’s the suntanning today, kid?”

Your eyelids cracked opened to see him standing over your chair, and you quickly reached behind you back to tie your bikini top.

“You tell me,” you sweetly smiled as you sat up, pulling the string of your top a bit to the side to show off the contrast of your tan vs the line that had been covered.

His eyes followed your movements, but you swore you saw him also quickly glance at your chest, eyeing the way your perky tits threatened to spill out of the skimpy material.

He hummed in response, his adam’s apple bobbing before he cleared his throat, seemingly shaking himself out of a thought, “looks nice.”

“Thanks!” You beamed, reaching up to remove your sunglasses. “Are you still working on the lawn?”

“I was about to go inside actually, getting too hot out here,” he paused, considering his next words. “You wouldn’t want to share a drink with me before dinner, would you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you maintained your composure, shrugging as if you weren’t practically jumping out of your skin at his offer.

“Sure, that sounds great!”

After walking inside, you told him what you wanted before grabbed your bag and walking to Charlie’s room to change into shorts and a pink top that perfectly accentuated your cleavage.

When you walked back downstairs, Rafe was at the bar, mixing your drink and holding his glass of whiskey.

“Thanks, Mr. Cameron!” You took a seat at the bar across from him.

He chuckled at that and shook his head, “Y’know you don’t have to always call me ‘Mr. Cameron’, kid.”

“I know! That’s just what my dad taught me… Rafe.” You giggled as you emphasized his name. “It just feels more polite.”

Rafe finished pouring your drink out of the mixer, and you grabbed the cool glass when he passed it to you.

He watched as you brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a sip and enjoying the sweetness.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Mmm, it’s really good!” You took another sip, this time tasting more of the alcohol.

Your gaze landed on the sweating glass in Rafe’s hand.

“Could I try yours? I’ve never had whiskey before.”

He laughed, passing the glass to you and you put your cocktail down on the table.

“You’re probably not gonna like it kid.”

You shrugged with a smile before raising the glass to your mouth and taking a small sip.

Rafe was right.

The high alcohol content brought an immediate heat to your face, and the flavor made you gag a bit.

He laughed when your face contorted in disgust, “what did I tell ya?”

You quickly grabbed your sweet drink to wash the nasty flavor from your mouth before giggling.

“Oh my god, Rafe, how do you drink that stuff?” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s not so bad. You get used to it after 35 years,” he chuckled, grabbing the glass when you passed it back to him.

You suddenly realized that Rebecca was absent. She was always the one who cooked around the house.

It was actually very odd that she hadn’t made an appearance today.

“Where’s Rebecca?” You casually asked, hoping he didn’t pick up on the nervousness in your voice.

Rafe frowned, looking at his drink for a moment before taking a swig.

“She hasn’t been feeling great.”

“Oh.”

“She’s upstairs sleeping, probably won’t even come down for dinner,” he chuckled, but it lacked humor, and you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

There was an awkward silence as Rafe seemed uncomfortably lost in thought. You were beginning to think that you had said something wrong, running over your conversation and thinking about all the ways you might have just fucked everything up, but then the moment passed as soon as it came, and Rafe was smiling at you again.

“So I guess that means cooking is up to us tonight, Y/N.”

You happily set to work with him after deciding on what to make for dinner, chicken pasta in a creamy red sauce.

Chopping the required veggies wasn’t difficult, although Rafe did have to step in to help you cut the onions when you got too teary eyed.

Washing your hands off at the sink gave you more opportunities to sneak peaks of him as he cut the chicken breasts into better portions.

You liked watching the skillful way he chopped up the meat and vegetables. There was something undeniably attractive about watching Mr. Cameron cook.

It wasn’t a sight you got to see very often considering Rebecca usually handled the meals.

Returning to your cutting board of veggies, you started cutting the tomatoes into chunks when a sick idea crossed your mind.

You only hesitated for a moment before placing your finger in the way of the knife’s path, careful to only nick yourself, but you still hissed in genuine pain when it sliced into your skin.

“Fuck-” you cursed, not even having to fake your reaction as your voice wobbled. “Mr. Cameron?”

You turned to him, showing him the cut on your finger as blood began dripping out of it. Tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Shit,” his arm came to your back as he led you to the kitchen sink, turning on the warm water and testing it for you first. “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushed to the bathroom as you let the water run over your finger, watching the crimson seep out from the cut. Your lower back tingled where he had touched you.

Rafe returned, grabbing your hand gently and examining it before wrapping the bandaid around your finger.

The close contact with him made your heart thump harder in your chest and your cheeks flushed when he looked into your eyes with a concerned look.

“Is that better?” His voice was quiet and tender, and you felt your heart melt a bit as he held your gaze.

“Yeah,” you responded breathlessly, leaning in just a little bit more.

Several moments passed where the two of your stared at each other in silence. Rafe’s pupils flicked down to your lips before finding your eyes again and a chill passed through you.

The air seemed to crackle with tension around you. Your heart was thundering in your chest.

Was this the right time to make a move? Hasn’t he been giving you signs all night?

Everything you had seen so far was undeniable.

He wanted you, and you were beginning to think that he wanted you to know that.

The sound of a door closing upstairs made both of you jump, and Rafe took a step back from you, clearing his throat as he turned away before twisting the knob on the stovetop back on and staring down at the pan.

“Rafe?” Rebecca’s voice called out as she descended the stairs.

You grabbed your cocktail, taking a large gulp to try to calm the anxiety that was quickly spreading through your body.

“Yeah Becca, I’m in the kitchen. Making dinner with Y/N.” He responded, his head swiveling to the kitchen door when she entered.

“What time is it?” She asked, her voice shaking a bit before her eyes fell to you, examining your outfit.

You picked up your phone to check the time, “it’s 6:52.”

At that, you noticed her tense, and when she pathetically apologized for sleeping in so late, again, you had to bite back a giggle, keeping your face as neutral as possible.

It seemed Rebecca Cameron was slacking even more than you thought.

No wonder Rafe had been so obviously struggling to hold himself back.

In comparison to his mess of a wife, you must have seemed heaven sent.

Rebecca and Rafe exchanged an unreadable look for several seconds, but Rafe was the first one to interrupt the silence.

“Y/N, could you set the table? We’ll finish up dinner in here.” He didn’t break eye contact with his wife and you mumbled out an “okay, Mr. Cameron,” before grabbing a stack of plates, silverware, and napkins, and carrying them out of the kitchen.

As you set the dining room table, making places for four people in case Charlie showed up (though you doubted that would happen), you could just barely hear Rafe and Rebecca’s muffled voices from the kitchen. You strained to listen in to them and your eyes widened when you heard your name.

“I’m just saying, sometimes it seems like Y/N’s here more than Charlie is recently.”

There was a long pause.

“What are you saying, Becca?”

Another silence. You crept closer to the door to listen in.

“I mean, don’t you think it’s just a little strange that she’s not off hanging out with other college boys with Charlie more often?”

“We’ve always let her come over to use the pool if she wanted, the Y/L/N’s don’t have one,” Rafe replied with unfamiliar gruffness.

“She’s been walking around all summer in little- little fucking bikinis and short shorts, Rafe! I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

Rafe scoffed before chucking humorously, “you slept in until almost 7 o’ clock today, Becca, I don’t think you’re really in the right state of mind to be making wild accusations like that.”

They were arguing about you!

Your pulse was racing with excitement. Was this the first time this had happened? Even Mrs. Cameron, who was an idiot, could see your flirtations with her husband.

You clearly made her insecure, and that thought alone made you feel incredibly gratified.

Their voices had quieted down so you sat at the dinner table waiting, and there was about a minute of hushed whispers, before Rafe finally stepped out of the kitchen.

Your heart fell when you saw what was clasped in his hands however.

“Hey kid,” Rafe nervously shifted on his feet, looking down at you before offering you the leftovers container with a generous serving of pasta inside. “Becca’s um- not feeling great again, you know how her illness can be. I think it’d be best if you went home now.”

You frowned, incredibly disappointed that Rebecca was robbing you of enjoying a meal with Rafe. You and him had worked hard on it together.

You had literally bled for it!

Not wanting to upset Rafe, although sure that his wife forcing you to leave had pissed him off, you reluctantly grabbed the container before standing up to leave.

You looked up at him, silently willing him to make a move, to tell you what he was really feeling, but his stoney face revealed nothing.

Gathering your backpack and purse, you said goodbye sadly before opening the front door and walking to your car.

You slapped the wheel in frustration, wiping away the angry tears falling past your lashes before pulling out of their driveway.

Rafe stood inside the house, watching you through the window as you drove off.

He sniffed, jaw ticking as he stalked back into the kitchen to find his wife.

Becca was still in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter looking frustrated, but she jumped a bit at his appearance.

“I sent Y/N home.” She could tell by his voice that his anger was simmering just beneath the surface and his words sent a pang of anxiety through her chest.

He walked past her to the empty counter space, pulling the bag of coke out of his pocket, arranging the white powder into a long line and leaning over to snort it.

Rafe stood up again, his twitchy knuckle rubbing under his nose to brush away any extra residue as he turned to her.

“Don’t fuckin say shit,” he snapped after her lips parted and she looked at him with a mix of fear and judgement.

The taller man approached her and with the counter behind her back and nowhere else to go, she shrunk in on herself as he harshly glared down at her. She knew that he’d only be more pissed off now.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t make me so goddamn miserable all the time.”

His hand shot out, gripping her small wrist tight and she cried out in pain as he looked down his nose at her in disgust.

Rafe never laid a hand on Rebecca in front of other people, which is why she had felt confident enough to talk back to him when she knew someone else was at home, when she assumed that she would be having dinner with her husband and another person.

But now she was so very alone.

He twisted her wrist painfully and she whimpered, tears quickly coming to her eyes. But her husband had much less sympathy for her tears than he did for yours.

“I’ve been getting really tired of your shit, Becca.”

She struggled against him, trying to escape his hold, but that only made him more engaged.

His large body caged her in, easily allowing him to wrap both of his hands around her throat.

Rebecca’s fearful eyes widened, and she managed to choke out his name before her cut off her wind pipe.

Rafe’s veiny fingers tightened around his wife’s throat, ignoring her as she desperately scratched at his hands and arms.

Her face grew more and more red as she hopelessly gasped for air. Rafe slammed the back of her head against the cabinets before throwing her to the ground.

Rebecca took a panting breath before sobbing in pain and cowering away from the blond, but he was just getting started.

“I don’t want you to bring up Y/N anymore.” His voice was scarily even. “I think your obsession with her is getting unhealthy.”

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greengoblinswifey · 4 months ago

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Swim

summary— your dad’s best friend accompanies your family on a trip to California and things take an unexpected turn.

pairing— dad’s best friend!rafe x fem!reader

warnings— age gap(rafe is 40, reader is 20), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, ass slapping, degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink, face fucking, fingering, reader is referred to as little girl by rafe a few times.

Part II

The sun glistened off the California shoreline, warm against your deep skin tone as you strutted along the beach in your skimpy black thong bikini. The ocean breeze felt good, and you were aware of the heads turning as a few boys nearby tried to catch your attention, throwing casual compliments your way. Your dad noticed and frowned from his chair, clearly uncomfortable with what you were wearing.

“She’s still your little girl, man, but she’s not a little girl anymore,” Rafe Cameron, your dad’s best friend’s voice cut through the air, smooth and relaxed. He sat next to your dad, sunglasses on, trying to look nonchalant. But you caught him staring, his eyes roamed your body, lingering just a bit too long on your curves. You bit your lip, pretending not to notice, but you could feel his gaze burning into you.

“Still, that bikini’s a bit much, don’t you think?” your dad muttered, flipping his book shut and shaking his head.

Rafe chuckled lowly. “She’s twenty, dude. You can’t control what she wears forever. And trust me, plenty of girls her age wear less.” He was trying to sound casual, but you didn’t miss the way his voice dipped, almost possessive. You smirked to yourself, knowing full well you’d caught his eye. The man you’d be pining after for as long as you could remember.

Your dad sighed, grumbling under his breath as he pulled his sun hat lower and reclined back, clearly defeated. Rafe’s eyes were still on you as your mom walked over to rub sunscreen on your dad’s shoulders. With your dad’s attention elsewhere, you decided to push the boundaries.

You walked over to where Rafe was sitting, your hips swaying slightly as you approached. “You two used to swim a lot back in Kildare, right?” you asked innocently, tilting your head as you looked at him. “Wanna join me for a swim, Rafe?”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, we did. And you’re right, I could use a dip.” He stood up, tall and broad, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your stomach tightened just watching him, the tension between you thick and undeniable.

You both glided into the cool water, and you felt his large hand subtly rest on your lower back as you moved deeper into the waves. Every little touch sending a pulse of heat through your body. As you floated in the water, one of the boys who had been hitting on you earlier passed by, smirking.

“I didn’t peg you for the caregiver type,” he sneered, glancing from you to Rafe with a raised brow.

Before Rafe could say something snarky, you cut in, your voice dripping with confidence. “I like my men older, and more experienced.” You met the boy’s eyes with a smirk. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle beside you, clearly pleased. “Damn right, she does,” he muttered under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

You swam a bit deeper, away from prying eyes, and Rafe stayed close, his hands accidentally grazing your ass as he floated you. You could feel him stealing glances at your chest, your perky breasts barely covered by your bikini top. The air between you two sizzled.

“Oops,” Rafe said with a teasing grin as his fingers brushed over your ass again. You knew it wasn’t an accident, but the thrill of it all only made your heart race faster.

“Careful, Rafe,” you teased, meeting his gaze with a mischievous glint. “Wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea, would we?”

He laughed softly, his voice deep. “Not unless you want me to.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between you two growing. He floated closer, his body brushing against yours, and you could feel the tension crackling in the space between you.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes flicking from your lips to your body.

“You seem to like it,” you said back, feeling bolder with each word. His eyes darkened, his hand slipping down to your hip, his fingers skimming the edge of your bikini bottom.

“Maybe I do,” he admitted, his voice husky. I’d like to fuck it, was what he wanted to say. You floated closer to him, your chest nearly brushing his as the waves gently rocked you together.

He leaned in just a little, his lips hovering near your ear. “Keep teasing me like that, and we’ll see what happens.”

You smirked, biting your lip. “Promise?”

Rafe grinned wickedly, but before he could say anything more, the sound of your family calling broke the moment. You both pulled away, but the heat between you lingered as you returned to the shore, his eyes never leaving your body.

Rafe quickly straightened up as your mom called out from the shore, waving you both over. “Dinner time!” she yelled, gesturing to the towels where your dad and brother were already sitting, towels wrapped around them.

You exchanged a quick look with Rafe before nodding and heading toward the shore. The air between you two still buzzed with everything that had happened in the water, but you both played it cool, keeping some distance now as you approached your family.

“Fun swim?” your dad asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between you and Rafe, though his tone was light.

“Yeah, it was great,” you replied, flashing a smile as you grabbed your towel to dry off.

Rafe casually plopped down next to your dad, pulling a beer from the cooler. “Like old times,” he said, clinking his bottle against your dad's, his tone easy, though his eyes briefly flicked over to you as you settled on the towel across from them.

As everyone settled into conversation and dinner, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Rafe. He looked relaxed, chatting with your dad like nothing was out of the ordinary, but you noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when he thought no one was watching. That same electricity sparked every time your eyes met, and you found yourself playing with the hem of your bikini absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting back to the water.

After dinner, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the beach. Your little brother and parents decided to go for a sunset walk along the shore, leaving you and Rafe behind at the towels.

“Want another swim before they get back?” Rafe asked, his voice low as he stood, extending a hand toward you.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing in the direction of your family as they walked off, before nodding and taking his hand. “Why not?” you said, your pulse quickening as he pulled you to your feet.

You both glided back into the water, the cool ocean now contrasting with the lingering heat between you. This time, when his hand brushed your lower back, there was no mistaking the intent. You turned to face him, your bodies close again, the space between you disappearing just like before.

Rafe leaned in, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, “Thought about what you said earlier, about liking older, more experienced men.”

You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. “Still thinking about that, huh?”

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to your waist. “Hard to forget when you're parading around in that little bikini, little girl.”

You felt your heart race, the playful banter quickly turning into something more as his hand slipped lower, his fingers grazing the curve of your ass. “Rafe-” you started, but the warning in your voice was half-hearted at best.

“I can stop," he murmured, though his hands stayed where they were, "but I don’t think you want me to.”

You didn’t respond with words, but the way you pressed your body closer to his was answer enough.

Rafe pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours as the waves lapped around your legs. “We should head back,” he said, though there was a hesitant note in his voice that didn’t quite match the determination in his gaze. “This is wrong.”

“Yeah, but you’re not known for doing the right thing, are you?” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled. “No, I’m not,” he admitted, leaning closer. “You can stop this right now, you know? I won’t push you.” His gaze locked onto yours, searching for any sign of uncertainty.

You didn’t want to stop. Instead, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you whispered, “I don’t want to stop.”

His hands moved to your ass, squeezing as he captured your lips with his. The kiss deepened, filled with urgency, as the ocean swirled around you both. Rafe broke the kiss, his breath hot against your cheek. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, looking into his eyes. “I want this, Rafe. I want you.”

His signature smirk appeared, the corners of his mouth curling up. “Then let’s go.”

You pulled out your phone, quickly texting your brother to cover for you. With a rush of adrenaline, you followed Rafe as he led you back to his hotel room, the weight of what you were about to do hanging in the air like a charged storm.

Once inside, the door clicked shut behind you, and Rafe turned to you, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. “We can take this slow if you want,” he said, but the way he looked at you told you he wasn’t sure he could handle that.

You didn’t want slow. You stepped into the bathroom, your heart racing as you took a deep breath. “Let’s shower,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions.

Rafe followed, his eyes darkening with hunger as he watched you. You turned your back to him and slowly peeled off your bikini. You glanced back at him, and you could see the awe in his eyes. “Wow,” he breathed, taking a step closer. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

You smirked, biting your lip at the way he looked at you like you were a masterpiece. He slipped off his swim trunks, revealing himself, and you gasped at how impressive he was. “Wow,” you muttered, your heart racing.

Rafe stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over both of you. He pulled you against him, his hands exploring your body as you gasped at the sensation of the water mixing with his touch.

As the water poured over you, he slid his fingers down to your pussy, finding you already eager and soaked. You moaned softly as he teased you, his other hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin.

You moaned again, the heat pooling low in your belly. “Daddy,” you whined, feeling a rush of thrill at how wrong this all was.

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Calling me daddy when your real daddy is probably wondering where you are.” He smirked, clearly enjoying your submission. He shifted his grip, and you felt the intensity of his fingers as they curled inside you finding that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could hardly catch your breath.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He continued teasing you, his movements becoming more urgent.

You could feel yourself on the edge, his relentless movements pushing you closer to ecstasy. Every touch sent shockwaves through you, and all you could do was surrender to the pleasure as you felt yourself about to explode.

“Do it, cum for daddy, sweet girl,” he ordered and as he did, you felt yourself let go on his fingers. Your moans filled the bathroom but were masked by the sound of the shower.

“That’s it, that’s a good little girl.”

You smiled and he finished cleaning you up before you stepped out of the shower and dried yourselves off.

Get on your knees,” he commanded softly as soon as you were out the bathroom, a mix of dominance and lust in his voice.

You looked up at him, heart racing, excitement coursing through you. There was something thrilling about this moment, something you had never experienced before. With a slight nod, you sank to your knees and looked up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Rafe smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I’m going to use your mouth like a pussy. Just like this.” He stroked your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips. “You ready?”

“Yes daddy,” you breathed, the word slipping out before you could think. You were ready for whatever he had in mind.

He guided you closer, your heart pounding as you felt his presence looming above you. “Just remember,” he said, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear, “you can always tell me to stop.”

You nodded, determination filling you. You wanted this. You wanted him. Fuck telling him to stop.

With that, he held your head firmly, guiding you as he pressed forward. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat rising between you. He thrusted harshly, your breath hitching as he filled the space around you.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching you closely, his expression a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “You’re doing so well for your daddy.”

As you adjusted to him, he began to set a rhythm, a harsh pace that filled the hotel room with the sound of muffled breaths and gagging. You could feel his hands in your hair, holding you in place as you surrendered to the moment, feeling exhilarated as he shoved his cock into the back of your throat like there was no tomorrow

“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “So eager, such a perfect slut.”

The air around you was charged, and in that moment, you knew that everything had changed. You were both aware of the boundaries being pushed, the thrill of doing something forbidden igniting a fire within you.

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, and you’re gonna swallow every last drop of my cum yeah?” You said something inaudible with his dick down your throat and he let out a mix between a chuckle and a moan.

“Here it comes slut, open up that fucking throat, yeah, fucking take it, swallow it whore.”

You nodded, parting your lips as you leaned forward, ready to please him. He watched you, eyes dark with desire as you took him in, the heat of the moment consuming you both. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding you as he thrust gently into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised, his breath hitching as you adjusted to him. “Just like that. Keep going.”

You complied, taking him deeper as he let go, your mouth filled with him. The sensation of him spilling into your mouth was overwhelming, and you didn’t hesitate to swallow every drop, relishing the way he looked at you afterward, part shocked, part completely enthralled.

As you caught your breath, he lifted you up from your knees by your neck, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. He threw you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the intensity of the moment. “If we do this, there’s no going back,” he warned, his voice low and serious. “Your dad would kill me if he found out.”

“I don’t care about that right now,” you replied, your heart racing with excitement and danger. “I only care about the daddy in front of me.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you said, biting your lip. “I want your cock, right here, right now.”

With a low chuckle, he climbed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “Then let’s make this count,” he said, locking eyes with you as he prepared to take you further than you ever imagined.

“Please daddy.”

With a swift motion, he captured your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Good,” he said, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. “Then let’s see how much you can take.”

He thrust into you hard, filling you completely in one smooth motion. A gasp escaped your lips as pleasure and pain intertwined, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear as he pressed his weight into you, dominating the space between your bodies.

“Tightest fucking whore pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming into you again, harder this time. You moaned, feeling the pleasure build with each thrust. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, a wicked glint in his eye.

“M-mhm,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Use your words, baby,” he said, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to remind you who was in control. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels amazing, daddy! Don’t stop!” you cried out, your body responding to his every movement.

He released your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he picked up the pace. “You’re going to be my little secret, my fucking cock slut, my baby girl,” he growled, his lips brushing against your neck as he left hot kisses along your skin. “No one else gets to see you like this. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

A shiver of excitement raced down your spine at his words. “Yes, please. I want you to ruin me,” you replied breathlessly.

With a primal growl, he increased the intensity, thrusting into you with a relentless rhythm that had your body and the bed shaking. “That’s it, baby. Take it all,” he encouraged, his voice laced with raw hunger.

You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter within you. “I’m so close!” you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, his hips driving into you with fervor. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

With a final thrust, you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you screamed daddy. Rafe followed closely behind, burying himself deep as he filled you, the heat of his release mixing with your own.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting for breath, your bodies intertwined. “What did I tell you?” he murmured, kissing your forehead softly. “You’re mine now.”

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