#dbf rafe

[erwinsvow]

dad’s best friend rafe save meeee!!!!

[dark-fics-4-you]

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

⚠️CHECK ALL CONTENT WARNINGS BEFORE READING‼️⚠️

“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?”

[eroticnoices]

someone older.

dbf!rafe cameron x afab!reader

warnings: language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, and rafe is in his late 30s), cheating, male oral receiving, unprotected sex, pet names: doll & baby, body worship, plot twist & praising

it was so wrong.

but god how it felt so good.

—having your dad’s associate balls deep in your pussy. “you know this isn’t right, doll.” rafe gulped looking out the window to keep an eye on your father, grilling in the backyard.

i whimpered, clawing at his chest sitting down on his lap with a huff. “he’s not the boss of me anymore.. m a big girl now.” i leaned close to his ear and nipped at his lobe.

rafe closed his eyes, feeling the temptation slowly over come him. shit.. his wife? your father?

“come on.. no one will know.” i kissed his jaw. slowly circling my hips against his growing bulge. Rafe groaned throwing his head back against the chair. fuck. you were gonna kill him.

“please, mr. cameron? no one will know.. it’ll be our secret.” i smirked knowing he was cracking; and i was about to get what i’ve wanted for the longest time.

Rafe opened his eyes, and slid his hand up my back and to the back of my neck, “hurry..” he bit his lip. i giggled sliding off his lap and onto the floor; my knees digging into the hardwood floors, of my father’s study.

i took my time unbuttoning his slacks and loosing his belt, when rafe muttered “doll, please.” he rushed me. i rolled my eyes but complied, pulling his boxers down just enough to pull his cock out.

Rafe groaned, gripping my shoulder as i kitten licked his tip, leaving my lip gloss smeared. “fuck..” he clamped his eyes shut when i swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock, following his vein.

i closed my eyes, ignoring the sting in my throat when i took him all the way in. “holy- oh god. fuck, baby..” Rafes eyes shoot open and he grips your hair, when he feels you gag around him. i look up at him through my lashes and pull off. i stand up from my knees and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“want you to fuck me now, Mr. Cameron.” i smiled sweetly at him, still trying to put on the oh so innocent show. Rafe tried to catch his breath, blissfully unaware that my father had finished barbecuing. i smirked as i slid my baby pink thong off and shoved it into his pants pocket and placed myself right back where i started.

“is that okay?” i titled my head, running my nails down his chest to his throbbing cock. Rafe gulped, we already went this far.. Rafe nodded. “we gotta be fast though.” i kissed his cheek, as i lifted myself up and grasped his cock.

i bit my lip, trying my best not to moan so loud, as Rafe split me in half. he was definitely the biggest i’ve ever had. “holy fuck, mr. cameron..” i whimpered into his neck. Rafe placed his hands on my hips, easing me onto his thick cock. “y’so tight..“ Rafe groaned lifting my hips up and slamming up into me.

my eyes rolled, as i let out silent moans. “so much better than my wife..” Rafe panted as i bounced on his cock. he kissed up and down my neck, whispering soft praises.

i slapped my hand over my mouth when Rafe lifted me up and slammed up into me once more, his tip bruising my sweet spot. “fuck!” i yelled not being able to hold back my voice anymore. Rafe grunted, feeling me clinch around him. “fuck- shit.. y’gonna cum on my fat cock, doll?” Rafe grinned pushed my hair out of my face while he licked my neck.

there was a loud banging on the door when my father busted into the room. “What the fuck?!” next thing i new, i was getting pulled to the ground.

[princessbrunette]

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.

[stxrslut]

I need DBF!Rafe to put me into a headlock while fucks me...extra points if he gags me with his fingers to make sure I won't make a sound

NAHHH imagine readers father finding out about DBF! Rafe and reader

How does it happen?

What if he already had a wife at home?

rafe would literally show up at your door the moment he finds out you father knows and he’s begging you to go away with him. like just kissing on you and murmuring about how he’s gonna take you some place real nice and take care of your every need for ever.

[blondwhxrewrites]

Fic Recs (OBX)

dark fic = *

a circus ain't a love story - baby daddy! rafe.

dbf!rafe

bsf!rafe

daddy!jb

dad!rafe

rafe being obsessed with his girls

rafe and bunnies

slasher!rafe *

80s!slasher!john b *

Kitty and Rafe ^_^

rafe cameron x bsf!female reader

best friend!rafe x reader

Rafe being obsessed with babies

bambi!reader

bsf!rafe

coach!rafe x soccermom!reader

rafe, topper, and kelce, helping to teach you how to drive….

family ~ rafe cameron

Crimson Red *

dark!jj x reader x dark!rafe *

Dark! Rafe

JJ and John B

John B

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[coryosbaby]

Giving dbf! Rafe… giving 70s au… giving…giving…

[nemesyaaa]

i love you mean!rafe, soft!rafe, dark!rafe, bsf!rafe, bf!rafe, toxic!rafe, sweet!rafe, sugardaddy!rafe, frat!rafe, pogue!rafe, pornstar!rafe, pervbsf!rafe, sensitive!rafe, dark!rafe, crybaby!rafe, dark!soft!rafe, kook!rafe, drugdealer!rafe, fwb!rafe, stepbro!rafe, older!rafe, jealous!rafe, heartless!rafe, clingy!rafe, slut!rafe, killer!rafe, kind!rafe, outlaw!rafe, cowboy!rafe, prisoner!rafe, criminal!rafe, camp!counselor!rafe, vampire!rafe, photograph!rafe, protective!rafe, possessive!rafe, teacher!rafe, lovely!rafe, dad!rafe, husband!rafe, bassist!rafe, guitarist!rafe, mean!bf!rafe, childhood!friend!rafe, crybaby!rafe, bratty!rafe, skater!rafe, pirate!rafe, demi!god!rafe, soldier!rafe, villain!rafe, manipulative!rafe, biker!rafe, actor!rafe, sexfriend!rafe, stalker!rafe, no!social!media!rafe, driver!racing!rafe, boxer!rafe, supportive!rafe, dbf!rafe, ex!boyfriend!rafe, babydaddy!rafe, bodyguard!rafe, onlyfan!rafe, pervy!rafe, jedi!rafe, fighter!rafe, tattoo!artist!rafe,.........(too lazy.)

you're the only barbie in the world !!

[stvolanis]

❥JCS MASTERLIST❥

( so far )

Elvis: ❥ All Dolled Up PT.1

❥ All Dolled Up PT.2

❥ All Dolled Up PT.3

❥ Broken heartstrings

❥ Pretty Stars

❥ BIRTHDAY BOY

Stranger Things: ❥ Don’t Wanna Grow Up. (Jim Hopper)

❥ Nancy Wheeler (Drabble)

❥ Strawberry Kisses (Nancy Wheeler)

Scarface: ❥ LOVE GAMES (Tony)

❥ soft lovin’ (Tony)

Saltburn: ❥ Farleigh Start Drabble

❥ HOT & HEAVY (Farleigh Start)

❥ Toxic! FWB! Farleigh Start

❥ Vixen. (Farleigh Start)

❥ lover<3 (Farleigh Start)

❥ Mean! Farleigh Start

❥ Love & War (Farleigh Start)

❥ Farleigh Start x Innocent! Reader

❥ Farleigh Start w/ size kink

❥ Farleigh Start x Hybrid! Reader

❥ Intruder Alert! (Farleigh Start)

❥ Hearts & Kisses (Farleigh Start)

❥ last saltburn related post (reposts excluded) :’)

THE LOST BOYS: ❥ supernatural S/O

GUNS N ROSES: ❥ Pink Roses. (Axl)

HAZBIN HOTEL: ❥ Now I know you better (Alastor)

OUTER BANKS: ❥ Rafe Drabble :)

❥ Another Rafe Drabble..

❥ jj Drabble

❥ summer lovin’ (jj)

❥ Rafe & his hybrid!puppy gf drabble

❥ rafe & his praise kink Drabble ;P

❥ dbf!Pope drabble

❥ rafe w/ his housewife drabble

❥ subby john b drabble

❥ mean rafe drabble

❥ jj w/ his prince albert piercing :)

❥ stepbro! rafe

❥ best friend! rafe

ON MY BLOCK: ❥ Spooky w/ Bimbo!Reader

❥ Spooky x reader fluff

IWTV: ❥ Armand drabble

❥ Lestat drabble

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[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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[erwinsvow]

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."

[dark-fics-4-you]

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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i loooveeed your older!rafe fic sm i gotta request more😩🤭

let’s do older!dbf!rafe who catches reader being verbally abused by her boyfriend & protects her from further harm & this is how their affair starts.

but oh- her dad catches them in the act!🫣 „but daddy i love him!“ & when her dad hears about how he saved her from her shitty boyfriend he kinda accepts it but is still finding it weird🤭

older!dbf! rafe cameron x afab!reader

warnings: abusive ex, age gap (reader is 20, rafe is 43), unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, creampie, fucking on multiple surfaces, praising, female & male oral receiving, fingering, scratching, back shots, car shenanigans, semi public sex, biting, dirty talk, creampie, getting caught

Rafe sat at the bar, sipping his whiskey, when he overheard the vile insults being hurled at the young woman sitting next to him. She was clearly drunk, and her boyfriend was taking advantage of her situation to berate and belittle her.

"Let go of me, Brad!" she slurred, trying to tug her wrist free from his painful grasp. "Don't you dare walk away from me, bitch!" Brad snarled, his face red with anger. "You think you can just leave me here?" the girl winced, her eyes welling up with tears as he dug his fingers painfully into her skin. Brad raised his other hand, balling it into a fist, and that was when Rafe had heard enough. He stepped in, grabbing Brad by the collar and wrenching him away from her.

"Stop it, please!" she cried, her voice wobbling as she tried to pull Rafe and Brad apart. Rafe growled at Brad, completely ignoring the girls cry to make him stop, "Never lay your hands on a woman like that, especially not if she's with a piece of shit like you. Show some respect, asshole." Rafe released his grip on Brad's collar, shoving him backwards. Brad stumbled, righted himself, and then spat at Rafe, "Mind your own business, old man!" He turned to the young woman, his face contorted with anger. "We're done, hear me? I'm leaving!" brad said before storming out of the bar.

Rafe watched Brad storm out of the bar, then turned his attention to the young woman. She was rubbing her wrist, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice a stark contrast to Brad's harsh tone.

She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, sniffling. "yeah...thank you...I'm so sorry...he's never...I mean, he's grabbed me before, but not like that...I'm so embarrassed..." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Come here.." Rafe murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug. She burrowed into his chest, sobbing quietly. After a moment, he said, "I can take you home if you'd like." She sniffled, pulling back to look up at him.

that’s when y/n got a good look at the man.

he was taller than her; basically towering over her.

he was gorgeous.. blue eyes that were so intense, he had some scruff growing, that made you wonder what it felt like between your thighs—

"Yes, please...but you don't have to, you already did so much..." She hiccuped again, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. Rafe gave her a warm smile, that made her knees buckle, brushing her hair out of her face. "Nonsense, it's the least I can do," he insisted. "Besides, I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you take a cab home alone, not after what just happened." He helped her gather her things.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Rafe turned to her and said, "I'm Rafe, by the way. Rafe Cameron." He extended a hand, waiting for her to take it.

and that’s how this whole situation started.

months later, rafe and y/n found themselves entangled within in his sheets, limbs entwined and bodies slick with sweat.

Rafe groaned as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, sweetheart.." he hissed through gritted teeth.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he continued to pump into her, his thick erection stretching her, filling her completely. y/n moaned beneath him, her fingernails scoring his back as she clung to him, her inner muscles clenching around him with each thrust. "Oh, angel'," Rafe drawled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I told you I'd show you what it's like with an older man, didn't I?" He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her. “how much better i could take care of you.. hm?”

"You're so tight, so responsive...you were wasting your time with that boy," he groaned, his breath hitching as she scored her nails down his back once more. "I know what you need, sweetheart."

He shifted his angle, his powerful hips bucking against her as he drove into that spot that made her see stars. His thumb found her swollen bud, circling it expertly as his beard-roughened face nuzzled against her breasts. "cum for me, angel.”

y/n’s back arched, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned his name, her voice hoarse and broken, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. She was drowning in sensation, consumed by him. "Rafe..." with a guttural groan, Rafe buried his face against her neck and stiffened, his hips jerking against hers as he found his own release. He pulled out of her, his warm seed spilling onto her belly as he praised her. "So beautiful, sweetheart, so perfect..."

the bedroom door suddenly slammed open, revealing a red-faced Mr. Y/L/N. "Y/N!" he roared, his eyes darting between his daughter's naked form and Rafe's bare backside. "Rafe? are you fucking serious?" he barked at Rafe, who quickly grabbed his pants and covered himself. Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he took in the scene before him. "Rafe," he said, his voice tight. "We're business partners. I didn't realize our working relationship extended to...this." He gestured to y/n's prone form on the bed.

Rafe stood up, pulling his pants on and quickly tying the belt. He approached Mr. Thompson, opening his mouth to apologize, but the older man cut him off. "Just leave, Rafe," he said, his voice cold. "I need a moment with my daughter."

as soon as Rafe closed the door behind him, y/n sat up in bed and turned to her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "But Daddy, I love him!" she pleaded. "He saved me from that awful boyfriend of mine; brad! you hated him too! and he's kind and caring and he makes me so happy, Daddy," y/n continued, her voice trembling. "Can't you just... let us be together? Please?" Mr. Y/L/N sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his daughter, seeing the desperation in her eyes. "No, y/n/n.." he said firmly, though his heart ached at the sight of his daughter's tears. "Not right now. I need time to process this. You're my little girl, and the idea of you with Rafe...it's just too much."

y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Daddy. I understand," she said, wiping away her tears. But as soon as her father left the room—

she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Rafe: ‘Meet me tonight.’

Later that night, y/n snuck out of her bedroom window, carefully navigating the trellis she'd used countless times as a teenager. Rafe was waiting for her in his car, his face etched with concern. "I'm so sorry about your dad," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. y/n cuddled against his chest, nuzzling his neck. "He'll get over it," she insisted. "I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. He'll realize that eventually. And until then...we'll just have to keep sneaking out." Rafe smirked, his arms tightening around her. "Is it bad that I kinda like the sneaking around part?" he asked, his voice low and husky. y/n laughed softly, her heart fluttering at the possessive way he held her. "I think it's kinda hot, actually..”

They spent the evening on a little date, going to a quaint diner for milkshakes and fries, then strolling through the park hand in hand. Finally, they arrived at the movie drive-in, where they settled into Rafe's car with a blanket and a bag of popcorn.

As the movie began, Rafe's demeanor shifted. He became more focused on y/n than the screen, his hand slowly creeping up and down her thigh. He'd start at her knee, his touch light and gentle, then slowly drag his hand higher, his palm brushing against her inner thigh. y/n's heart raced as Rafe's hand continued its slow, torturous journey up her thigh. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible with his warm touch igniting a fire beneath the surface. She felt herself getting wet, her panties growing damp with desire.

y/n squirmed in her seat, parting her legs ever so slightly to give Rafe better access. He took the hint, his hand sliding even higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her underwear. "Rafe.." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.

Rafe leaned over, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers slowly slid beneath the fabric of her underwear. "Shh..” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We're just watching the movie, remember?" His fingers gently parted her folds, slowly caressing her wet warmth. Y/N bit her lip to keep from moaning as Rafe's fingers expertly stroked her. She tilted her hips, encouraging him to touch her more deeply. His thumb found her swollen nub, circling it slowly as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her.

"You don't have to be quiet, sweetheart," Rafe murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "The movie's loud enough to drown you out, and we're in my car. No one's going to hear you..”

y/n let out a loud whimper as Rafe's fingers picked up pace. "Oh god, Rafe!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the car's interior. He chuckled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy.

y/n's hands clutched at the dashboard, her knuckles turning white as Rafe's touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Rafe, please, I'm...I'm gonna..." she broke off with a loud moan, her body convulsing as she came hard against his fingers.

Rafe's hand gentled, slowly easing her through the aftershocks as he brought his shiny, wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "Now, unbuckle my pants, like a good girl.”

With trembling hands, y/n reached over and unbuckled Rafe's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips, allowing her to push his pants and boxers down just far enough for his hard length to spring free.

Rafe praised her with a low, "Good girl," his voice thick with desire. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, gently guiding her down onto her knees on the passenger seat. "Just like that, sweetheart. Now, wrap your hand around me and stroke." Rafe's breath caught as y/n wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching as she slowly stroked him. "That's it, just like that.." he praised, his voice low and gruff. "doing so good, sweetheart. It feels so good..”

Rafe's hand covered hers, guiding her as he showed her how he liked to be touched. "A little tighter," he instructed, "and a bit faster." He let her take over, his head falling back against the seat as she pleasured him. She loved the feel of him in her hand, his skin so hot and silky. She could tell he was close, his breathing growing faster, his hips jerking up to meet her strokes.

Rafe's grip on her hand tightened as he neared his climax. "Fuck, y/n you're going to make me...ah!" He came hard, his hot cum shooting out of him in thick, creamy pulses as he pumped his hips against her hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Rafe let out a satisfied sigh, his body relaxing back against the seat. "y/n.." he breathed, "You're incredible." He reached out, gently cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to his. "Come here," he said softly, pulling her up onto his lap.

y/n straddled Rafe's lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, mixed with the salty tang of him. He ran his hands up and down her back, his touch tender and soothing.

a few days later, y/n juggled several shopping bags as she let herself into the house, calling out, "I'm home!" She dropped her bags in the hallway and headed for the kitchen, skidding to a halt in the doorway. Mr. Y/L/N was sitting at the kitchen table, his face unreadable. "Dad?" Her dad took a deep breath. "y/n, I've been thinking a lot lately. You’re 20, and...well, I think it's time I give you some more freedom." He paused, running a hand through his hair. “know I can be...overprotective.." he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment. "But it's only because I love you so much, and I just want to keep you safe. But I realize now that shutting you out and not letting you date is probably doing more harm than good."

"So, I've decided to trust you more. You're a smart girl, and you deserve to have a normal teenage life. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "whoever you're seeing, they'd better treat you right. You understand?" y/n launched herself at her dad, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You have no idea how much this means to me." She pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "So, does this mean I can see rafe again?"

Her dad hesitated, his jaw tensing. "Rafe's a good man," he finally said. "But he's older than you. And he's my business partner." He sighed, "Just...promise me you'll take things slow, okay?"

y/n nodded eagerly, hugging her dad again. "I promise, Dad. I'll be careful, I swear." She kissed his cheek goodbye, then hurried out the door, practically skipping to her car. She drove to Rafe's house, her heart racing with excitement as she pulled into his driveway.

She rang the doorbell, shifting from foot to foot nervously as she waited. The door swung open, revealing Rafe shirtless, with low-slung sweats and a lazy smile. "Hey, beautiful," he drawled, pulling her inside and kissing her deeply. rafes pulled back from the kiss, frowning slightly. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, even as his hands roamed over her curves. "Not that I'm complaining." He nipped at her bottom lip. "But you're acting extra needy tonight..”

Rafe's eyes widened briefly before a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, then..." he murmured, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, his hands and mouth continuing to explore her body. "No more sneaking around..no more hiding..” Rafe's hands slowly pushed up her tank top, baring more of her skin to his touch. He kissed along her collarbone, his fingers toying with the hem of her top. "Lift your arms," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Rafe's kisses trailed down her body, his hands following suit. He unhooked her bra, his hands gently squeezing her breasts before his mouth followed, lavishing attention on each peak. He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs as he knelt between them. "You have no idea how hard it's been..” Rafe growled, his hands skimming up her sides. "I'd have kept sneaking around to be with you, no matter what your dad said." He nuzzled into her neck. "I'm so addicted to you, angel..”

y/n writhed beneath him, her breath hitching. "Well, thankfully we don't have to sneak around anymore," she purred, her hands tangling in his hair. "Now you can have me whenever you want." Rafe groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "Whenever I want, huh?" He nipped at her skin, his fingers tracing the waistband of her jean shorts. "And what if I want you right now? On the bedroom floor, up against the wall, bent over the couch...”

y/n whimpered, her body aching with need. "Yes," she hissed, arching into him. "All of the above. God, Rafe, you're killing me." She wiggled out of his grasp, shimmying out of her jeans and underwear in one go. Rafe grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Well, since you're offering...I think I'll start with the floor."

y/n giggled, her voice breathy as Rafe dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. "The floor, huh?" she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so romantic." Rafe chuckled, his hands gripping her backside as he kissed the side of her mouth. "Romance later," he promised, his voice growing darker.

"Right now, I just want to bury myself inside you and hear you scream my name." His hands tightened, wanting her to flip over on her knees and palms. Rafe's hands kneaded her backside as he aligned himself with her core, his thick length pushing inside her inch by inch. He gave her time to adjust, his lips exploring hers deeply. His calloused hands were a stark contrast to her soft skin, his fingers flexing as he held onto her.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and thrust forward again, his pace quickening. "Like this?" he asked gruffly, pulling out of her and pushing back in as he hit it from behind, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him. She could feel every inch of him, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before.

“Yes! shit.. just like that," y/n panted, her fingers clawing at his black carpet. "You're so deep...you touch...you touch something inside me." Her words were punctuated by his powerful thrusts, her breath hitching with each movement. "Harder, Rafe, please." Rafe chuckled darkly behind her, his fingers tightening on her hips. "You think you can handle it, angel?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Without waiting for a response, he sped up his pace, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside her over and over.

Rafe's pace grew faster, his breathing ragged. "You're taking my cock so well, sweetheart.." he praised, his hand snaking around to toy with her puffy clit. He slapped her backside once, twice, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with their moans. "Such a good girl.” His large hand splayed across her stomach, his fingers splaying over her pretty belly as he pistoned in and out of her. His calloused palm caressed her hip, squeezing her backside appreciatively before delivering another stinging slap. “so fucking beautiful..and all mine.”

y/n's fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her front. "Desk," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Want you...on the desk..." Rafe understood, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stood, still buried inside her. He carried her to the desk, his strong arms cradling her backside as he perched her on the edge. He leaned her back onto the desktop, his hands braced on either side of her. "Better?" he asked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

y/n smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah," she whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck. She drew him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Now, don't be gentle," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and drove into her with force, making the desk screech back. "Like this?" he asked, his voice gruff. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging gently. He pulled her head to the side, his lips finding her throat. y/n's head fell back, her mouth parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling sharply as her hips canted forward to meet his powerful thrusts. "yes! f-fucking perfect..”," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "Mark me, please."

Rafe's moan echoed through the room, the feelings overwhelming him. He suckled at her shoulder, leaving a dark hickey before biting down on her neck, marking her with another bruise as he continued to pound into her. His teeth sank into her flesh, his hips slamming forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel her nails scoring his back, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him on.

The sensations became too much for both of them. y/n’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she climbed closer to the peak. Rafe's breathing grew ragged, his face burrowing into the crook of her neck as he neared his own release.

"Rafe," y/n whimpered, her body quivering. "I'm— i’m close..." Her insides quivered around him, her release nearing. “shh, it’s okay baby, let go for me..”

Rafe's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with brutal intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he growled, his own release threatening to overwhelm him. "Tell me where you want my load." "Inside me," y/n moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Rafey, I want to feel you...come inside me. Now, please, now..." Her words spurred him on, her inner muscles tightening around him.

Rafe's eyes rolled back, his face contorting with pleasure. The pressure became too much, and with a guttural moan, he buried his face in her neck and came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her as his hips continued to jerk forward; making y/n whimper at the slight overstimulation.

His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest as his body shook with the force of his release. y/n’s own body convulsed, her nails digging into his back as she found her own peak, milking him for every last drop.

Rafe collapsed against her, his breath hot against her neck. "You did so good for me, baby," he praised, his voice hoarse. "You took all of me like such a good girl." He pressed gentle kisses to her skin, his arms tightening possessively around her. "my sweet girl..” They stayed entwined on the desk for several long moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rafe gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, where he stepped into the shower with her, carefully cleaning her up. "I love you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at the words, her eyes widening in shock. This was the first time Rafe had ever said "I love you" to her, and it meant the world to her.

[princessbrunette]

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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[stxrslut]

Teasing dbf!rafe by wearing your tiniest bikini around the pool when he’s home 🤭

and he gets sooo frustrated with you !! he’s just laying out on the deck chairs with your dad and then you come out and take a seat in the nearest one, wearing what he would describe as three small patches of fabric and some string.

you can just see him adjusting himself when your dad isn’t looking and he keeps shooting you super pissy looks.

when your dad gets up to go to the bathroom he’s turning to you and seething out a little “go back to your room and fucking change. can’t be out here wearin’ shit like that.”

when you don’t do so he just purses his lips and suppresses his frustration. later at night when you all go to a big function at the country club he’s dragging you out to his car so he can ‘teach you a lesson’