#farmhand!rafe

[bloodibambiidoll]

BEGGING for a farmhand!rafe cameron x farmers daughter!reader 😋🩵 (only if you want to ofc)

(Farmhand!Rafe x Farmers!Daughter reader)

Sorry this took me a bit, nonnie, but I hope you enjoy! Porn no plot, Mean!Rafe, bondage, choking, daddy kink, gagging, hair pulling, boot humping, corruption kink, Rafe calls reader “Cherry” (because he popped it) 18+MDNI!!

Rafe has you propped up in his lap with your hands bound behind your back with your floral panties while he thrusts his thick digits in and out of your dripping hole. He’s propped up against your claw foot tub fully clothed while your naked body presses against his muddy work clothes. His other hand has three fingers shoved practically down your throat to keep you quiet. The taste of his sweat and dirt should disgust you but it only makes your pussy clench around him tighter.

“Keep quiet, don’t want your mama to hear you’re doin’ more than just takin’ a bath in here, would ya?” He curls his fingers so they’re bullying your g-spot while the palm of his calloused hand rubs against your swollen clit. Rafe bites down in your shoulder so hard he you feel like it might draw blood and it has you gushing all over his hand. “Yeah, that’s it, fuckin’ squirt for me. Good fuckin’ girl.”

You writhe in his lap when his fingers don’t stop and he continues to thrust them into you until you’re cumming for him again, your juices dripping down onto the white tiled floor below you. The fingers in your mouth slide down your torso and splay across your stomach, leaving a trail of spit in their wake. Rafe pulls his digits from your pussy and sucks them into his mouth with a low groan.

“Always taste so god damn sweet, Cherry girl. Why don’t you get in your knees for me?” Rafe grabs onto your hips to push you off his lap before using the panties that have your hands bound to push you into your knees.

His large booted foot hooks under your ankle to turn you towards him and you practically drool at the sight of him. His dirty gray t-shirt is pushed up just enough to reveal a sliver of his waist and his shiny silver belt buckle. Those tight denim jeans did absolutely nothing to hide the massive outline of his hard cock and his dirty blonde locks were disheveled from how he hastily pushed his hat off his head earlier. His fingers lace through your hair so he can yank your head back, his eyes bore down into yours as his pink tongue wets his bottom lip. Rafe holds you there, not breaking eye contact as you hear him start to work on his belt so he can get his cock out. His foot slides between your legs, the leather of his boot gliding across your sopping cunt before finding purchase between your legs.

“Spit on it.” Rafe yanks your head down towards his cock and you gather spit in your mouth before letting it pool down onto his throbbing tip. “Stick your fuckin’ tongue out.”

As soon as your mouth is open Rafe is shoving it all the way down on his cock, not giving you a second to breathe as he hits the back of your throat. He holds your head there for a few moments before pulling you off. A gasp leaves you as you try to catch your breath, drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

“Had to getcha’ nice and spitty for me, sugar.” Rafe rubs his cock on your lips, spit and precum nearly serving as lipgloss. “Now let me fuck that pretty little throat.”

You open your mouth and he shoves his cock between your lips, gliding his shaft along your tongue. He shoves your head all the way down to the hilt again causing you to gag before beginning to use the ponytail grip on your hair to move your head up and down on his cock. Low groans leave him as he tries to keep quiet, your poor Christian mama downstairs making you dinner none the wiser of the fact that he’s corrupting her daughter for probably the thousandth time right above her head. Rafe’s foot tilts up so his boot presses harder against your throbbing pussy and it has you moaning around him as your eyes roll back. His large hand taps your cheek and your eyes fly open, locking with his.

“Eye’s on me, Cherry, you know the rules.” He continues to bob your head up and down on his dick while spit and precum drip from the corners of your mouth and the sight has him holding in a growl. “Hump it, hump my boot like a good little slut.”

You start to grind down on Rafe’s boot, the feeling of the cracked leather against your slick clit almost hurt but the pleasure outweighs the pain as you fuck his boot like a bitch in heat. He’s pushing his hips up into you now, his large hand splayed across the back of your head as he bullies your throat. Your legs twitch around his foot as they start to tire out, you’re starting to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen and it all hurts so good that it has you gushing on his work boot.

“Oh, you nasty little fuckin’ girl. You love this shit, huh?” Rafe pulls you off of him so he can lean down and kiss you filthily. He stands up, towering over you as he gazes down at you almost adoringly. Which is funny because he treats you like a fuck doll. He hooks his hands under your arms, manhandling you so you’re bent over the side of the bathtub. Rafe grips onto your asscheeks and pulls them apart, revealing your messy cunt to him. “Would ya look at that? So fuckin’ creamy, baby.”

“Please fuck me.” You whine as you wiggle back towards him, the porcelain of the tub digging into your hip bones. “Want it so bad.”

“Please what?” Rafe grips onto the panties binding your wrists using them to yank you back so he can lean down and grit into your ear.

“Please, daddy?” You moan as you grind down against him causing his cock to slide between your asscheeks.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Rafe grips onto his cock and lines is up with your entrance so he can slip into your inviting walls. He leans back and uses your bind for leverage as starts to plunge into you at an unforgiving pace.

“Oh god, oh fuck, yes please. You’re so good, daddy.” Your hands dangle down into the forgotten lukewarm bath water as moans spill from your lips.

“What did I tell ya’ about bein’ quiet?” Rafe unlaces your panties from your wrists and leans down to shove them into your mouth, putting his hand over it for good measure. You gag around the material as he pistons his cock into you, pushing you both closer to your end. His other hand travels between your legs so he can rub circles on your clit with his rough fingertips and it has your legs buckling.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, sugar. Gonna knock you up nice n’ pretty then everybody will know who your real god is.” That’s what sends you over the edge, you moan around the drool dripping fabric between your lips as your entire body starts to shake. You practically see stars as you cum around his cock. “Yeah, that’s it, sugar.”

Rafe pumps his hips into you until he’s twitching inside you and painting your walls with his cum. He keeps cock nestled deep inside until he’s sure he’s done filling you up before pulling out of you. He yanks you up by the shoulders and turns you towards him, pulling your panties from your mouth.

“Pretty girl.” He cups your cheek gently, running his thumb asking your bottom lip before shoving his hand between your legs and gathering any cum that dripped out of you so he can push it back in. “Don’t wanna waste any. Wanna make sure it sticks. Now be a good girl for me, get cleaned up and go have dinner with your mama.”

Rafe pulls you into a messy kiss before patting your cheek and exiting the bathroom with a wink.

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[pintrestgrl]

Ranchhand!rafe x Bambi!reader

Bambis parents are on vacation and they gave the whole ranch to themselves 👀

omg yes i love them sm !! also if 🪼 anon sees this pls send more asks !! i love when i get them. and anyone else who wants me to write any ideas they have ! also i apologize if this isn’t the best, i was tweaking while writing this. anyways hope u enjoy anon !!

farmhand!rafe x bambi!reader.

he’d see you walking into the barn with those same skimpy little outfits you always wear, your pigtails hanging by your displayed tits.

you two had been hooking up for a while behind your parents back, sneaking off anywhere you could to get his cock inside you.

“rafeyy, guess what?”

“yeah, angel?”

“my mama and pops are going somewhere. for a few days, i think.”

“yeah? gonna have the house all to ourselves, baby?”

“mhm. just you and me, ray.”

he’d raise his eyebrows at this idea, already knowing how much more he could make you cum with no other circumstances surrounding you two.

the next few days, consisted of sex. nothing but it.

he found himself cumming inside of you in the shower, eating your pretty pussy out by the deck, and finally getting to fuck you on your own bed.

but, he did have an idea. a bad one, probably. but an idea.

he’d start kissing down your neck as you were doing your hair, whispering nothing but unholy words in your ear.

he’d grope you all down your body, squeezing your tits probably a bit harder then he should’ve.

he’d convince you to let him try something with you, telling you that he just wanted to make you feel good.

“if you like me, then prove it to me, angel. just let me make you feel good, yeah?”

he’d put his hand over your eyes, using his free hand to tightly grip your wrists together behind your back.

finally, he’d lead you into your parents room, finally letting you open your eyes.

you finally understood what he was doing, and immediately wanted to protest.

but, he shut you up with a kiss, leading you over to the bed.

he’d fuck you like he absolutely hated you, while whispering words of the exact opposite through groans.

you’d lost count of how many times he’d came inside you, the thick white liquid dripping out of your sore hole and onto your parents sheets.

tears were streaming down your face, but he had absolutely no intention of stopping.

and waste this opportunity of getting to fuck you as loud as he wanted?

no. absolutely not.

every one of your senses was overwhelmed, the hand on your clit,

the deep feel of his cock in your guts, and the aching feeling in your bent up to your head legs.

finally, he decided you’d had enough. at this point he was afraid you’d pass out with his dick inside you.

he pulled out, eliciting a quiet sob and whimper at the sensitivity inbetween your legs.

you laid there, chest rising up and down as you recovered.

he’d make an effort to find your thrown panties on the floor, sliding them on your body to keep his cum against and inside your pretty cunt.

you did eventually fall asleep in his arms, your sweat covered bodies sticking to eachother as his warm cum grew sticky against his skin.

[jjsgirly]

prettiest thing i've ever seen … farmhand!rafe cameron ! 18+, mdni. ༄.°

you were so graceful, rafe thought as he watched you tend to the little flower garden you had beside your house while he worked out the field with the other farmhands, tending to various things, getting all sweaty underneath the golden rays of the sun.

you were the only daughter of the man he worked for, which meant he was extremely protective over you. you were cute, soft spoken, and never lingered too long around any of the farmhands that worked on your father's property, excusing yourself with apologetic smiles and dainty curtsies.

rafe was absolutely, completely, and utterly enamored with you; he had been ever since he got a peek at you hiding behind your minotaur of a father, spying on him from behind his shoulder and clutching onto his shirt. you were enrapturing, and he had started to long in that moment to get closer to you, though those thoughts were quickly shut down as soon as your father introduced you to him with a firm tone that read "don't fucking touch her or even come near her," which he heeded because he needed this job (especially now that he knew what a cute lass was residing in that big ol' house).

despite being cautious and obedient around you with your father's tone ringing in his ears like tinnitus whenever he got even a bit closer to you than he probably should've been (wasn't his fault his job required him to be all over the place on the damn property and you just so happened to be there, too), he found it increasingly more and more difficult to be compliant the longer he dilly-dallied around you.

he was drawn to you in ways he couldn't even begin to describe (and in ways he probably shouldn't have been). he was like a fish attracted to bait with you, your sweet smile leering him in, and fuck, those fucking eyes that looked at him, big and round, resembling a doll. how he longed to see them from other angles and perhaps how your mouth would fall agape, delicate, soft noises leaving them as he—

fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

to say he didn't constantly imagine you in perverse situations with him would be an understatement. all the time, 24/7, and probably 365 days a year if your father would keep him for that long. lord, he hoped he would, just to see your pretty face. he knew it was wrong to be thinking about his employer's daughter like that, but if he just so happened to see you doing one of your many mundane activities, wearing those dainty dresses that you always do, and just needed to bend over to retrieve something, he couldn't help it with the blood rushing to his dick. it kind of just always seemed to happen.

he loved you, truly. you were a ray of sunshine that he looked forward to seeing every day when he woke up, always wanting to look his best for you, even if whenever you saw him he was always sweaty and smelled like musk, dirty from work, but he made sure to smirk and keep his distance, waving to you. he wanted to hold you, tangle his stout fingers into your hair, and lavish you in attention like you so rightfully deserved; you already managed to capture all of his, not that he was complaining. he wanted you so bad, so fucking bad.

you were down bad for one of your father's farmhands. it was unintentional. you hadn't meant to become so caught up with him, but you were, and you were starting to come to terms with it.

god, he was so perfect in your eyes. he worked with the many other men out in the field of your father's property, and you'd purposefully linger on the front porch and watch him work, leaning against the railing with your eyes glued to his strong, muscular form, sheen with a layer of sweat, his dirty-blond hair sticking to his dewy forehead, and his eyes that were the color of the sky glowing underneath the sunlight whenever it hit him at the right angle.

he was sweet, always polite around you whenever he was near, and incredibly respectful. if he was wearing a hat, he'd take it off when you were around, keeping it either at his chest or his side, and would put it back on when you left. he'd smile and call you "miss" or "ma'am," a drawl mixed in with the formal titles. his gaze would shy away from yours if you ever made eye contact, which you found endearing and would giggle about to yourself. he was just the definition of a gentleman through and through.

you had become interested in him when he had first gotten hired, hiding behind your father the whole time as he showed him around the property, telling him where everything was and such, ending the little field trip in front of your house. he was told to never step foot on the threshold unless absolutely necessary and that the house was meant for family only. he nodded. then his sapphire eyes drifted to you lurking behind the large frame of your father, which made you blush. you were shy; always had been when getting introduced to new people, but even more so when they were that hot.

"mm. yes, this is my daughter." your father's voice lowered, bordering dangerous territory as he slightly shifted so the new farmhand could see a bit more of your face. his large hand made contact with the top of your head and gave you a few reassuring pats, knowing how timid you got with strangers.

that was as far as the introduction went; it never really did go past that with the other farmhands either. your father never told them your name because of something—overprotective spiel, something—they didn't need to know it anyway. you rolled your eyes at the notion, but you didn't protest; after all, your father was a scary man.

from that moment on, though, you were smitten by that dirty-blond, blue-eyed farmhand and wanted to get close to him, know more about him, and converse as people rather than employer and employee, but you knew you couldn't, not with the strict, unspoken rules in place that kept him hundreds of feet away, it seemed.

you thought about him a lot, usually at night and nestled away in the comfort of your room, a hand between your legs, back arching off your plush mattress with your lower lip tucked underneath your teeth to stifle any noises that left you. it was only human to, you supposed, but you were raised properly and felt a bit guilty for being so dirty, even in your own room, by yourself, but you couldn't help it. the images of him hovering over you, making you writhe in pleasure with pearly tears prickling your eyes, gasping out his name that you didn't know and could only guess, guided your hand to pump two of your fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, flushed, and breathing heavy. the night would end with you whimpering out pathetically, wanting to call out his name but couldn't; it was frustrating, then you'd clean up and drift off to sleep to dream of him some more.

"goodmornin' miss daisy," rafe would call out to you as you emerged from behind the front door of your house and wave to you, a smile spreading across his lips as you'd wave back with a hint of puzzlement on your soft features.

"y'know, 'cause of those pretty flowers you tend to. thought i'd name you somethin' i can call you other than miss all the time." he clarified for you, watching as you nodded with understanding.

the nickname made your heart flutter in your chest as you strolled across the porch and to the side stairs that lead to your small garden, eyeing them. honestly, you hadn't even really taken time to notice what breeds of flowers you were taking care of until now, noticing that you were, indeed, caring for a patch of daisies tucked away in one of the flowerbeds.

you went along with your morning routine, tending to your garden and occasionally looking up to see rafe work in the field. it was an early morning, usually you'd get up a bit later than this but you were roused from your sleep unexpectedly by your father knocking on your door, opening it a bit to tell you he had to be somewhere early, and you sleepy acknowledged it with a hum. after he had shut the door and you flopped back down to go back to sleep, it finally clocked you, and you shot up with a sudden burst of energy. early. early. early.

you knew that the farmhands were already up, their schedule much different from yours, so you knew the farmhand you were interested in was already out, doing his tasks, and you quickly got out of bed and got dressed and such, dolling yourself up as the singular thing going through your mind on repeat was to get him into your house and spend time with him. get to know him. converse with him like people instead of employer and employee. maybe even… it made the blood rush through your veins.

placing down the water container on the small wooden bench beside your garden, you turned around and stood there, admiring rafe from afar. he looked fucking delicious. sweaty, shiny, and hardworking. you felt your legs go a bit wobbly as you started to prepare yourself for what you were about to do, the blood rushing through your veins pumping in your ears. with small, tentative steps, you made your way across the space of land and approached rafe with a gentle smile, stopping to stand a few feet away as he paused his ministrations.

"i don't think you're supposed to be out here, miss daisy-lou." he commented gruffly, his bright blue eyes narrowing as he inspected you with suspicion, wiping his dirty hands along his light-washed denim jeans, staining them with grime.

"i—i know i'm not but, um, i just thought you'd like to take a small break? god only knows how many breaks daddy gives ya and i'd like to offer you somethin'. tea or coffee, perhaps? it is still early, after all." you explained carefully, hoping he'd accept, and clasped your hands behind your back as you gazed up at him with those killer eyes.

rafe stared at you for a long while, partially because he was skeptical and partially because he was ogling you and your beauty. fuck, you looked insatiable. dressed in a white dress made of cotton with intricate lace trim, sheer white thighs with mary janes, and two white ribbons tied in your hair, you looked like a fucking angel that he wanted nothing more than to strip down, corrupt the innocence of, but those were inside thoughts, not outside actions.

"i mean, i guess. i wouldn't mind a cup of coffee or whatever you have, miss daisy-doll." he answered, reaching one of his hands up to rub the back of his neck with a small grin gracing his lips as any thoughts of this being unprofessional had left his mind at the look of you lighting up like a firefly, eyes twinkling with cheer.

he couldn't fucking believe he was inside the house that he had been explicitly told not to step foot in. loitering in the kitchen as you stood by the coffee machine, humming a tune, and tapping your nails against the countertop as you both patiently waited for it to be done.

when it had finished brewing, you got out one of your father's coffee cups and poured in until it was a little half full. "cream or sugar?" you asked politely, hearing rafe grunt before responding with a slight strained voice, "none. thanks, though." and turned around on your heels with a wide smile, eyes full of mirth.

you drifted towards the man as he leaned against one of the cabinets, the hat that he had been wearing in his hand, as per usual with you, and passed the cup over to him. he reached out rather hesitantly, taking it from your small, warm hands, a spike of adrenaline coursing through him after touching your skin for a few seconds.

you stood there, close to him, no longer a few feet away but rather inches away, eyes glued to his face as he lifted the cup and took a drink of the coffee. plain, black coffee. bitter, yet sweet, wondering if he could taste you in it since it was brewed by you.

there was nothing but silence for a few moments, neither of you talking, just simply staring at the other, nerves wracking your brains as you both processed the fact you were in each other's presence without the air of being cordial, though now it was replaced with a tension that either of you wanted to admit just yet.

"where's your father?" rafe asked finally, already suspecting he wasn't in the house or he would've probably been dead as soon as he stepped through that door, but he wanted to hear it directly from the horse's mouth, just to make sure he was correct.

"daddy had to leave early this morning, work-related, i'm guessing. sorry, i didn't tell you earlier; i thought it wasn't important." you answered matter-of-factly, shifting your gaze away and moving towards the kitchen island, blue eyes following you intently, and leaned your hands on the edge.

he hummed. "well, your daddy don't want me near you, daisycakes, or frankly anywhere near this house," he stated with a sigh, placing down the coffee onto the counter behind him, barely even drunk out of.

"i'm old enough to be around who i want, talk to who i want, and do what i want. he's no longer the dictator of my life." you responded with a pout tugging at your lips, irked by the fact it was your overprotective father that made it impossible for you to do just this. talk to rafe.

but it was true, you were of age, no longer a child, and you could do what you damn pleased. the sentiment had a smirk edging at the corners of rafe's lips, his gaze roving up and down your figure as you stood by the island with your back turned to him, and he couldn't ignore the itch to get closer to you.

"yeah, miss daisy? what is it that you want then?" he cooed, pushing himself away from the cabinet and over to you with heavy steps, the floorboards creaking quietly underneath the weight of his boots that had you straightening, heart pounding in your chest as he drew closer and closer, fingers pressing harder into the granite countertop.

you didn't answer for what seemed like an eternity as rafe now stood directly behind you, his large, calloused hand reaching out to hover for a few seconds over your hip before grabbing onto it and pulling you back, pressing you against him. his warmth enveloped you, seeping into your skin through your dress and making your head dizzy from how fucking close he was now.

your head tipped back to look up at him, his angular features peering down at you with a smug ass grin split across his face, his eyes darkened with an undeniable lust pooling behind them that had you pushing your thighs together with anticipation.

the next word that left your lips had him reeling in pleasure, knowing damn well that it wasn't an invitation for conversation you had offered but an invitation for him to do as he pleased, to give you what you both so desperately wanted, and he obliged happily, that saccharine toned, "you." on repeat in his mind.

your poor bed creaked in protest, your headboard slamming against the wall as you hugged yourself closely to rafe, arms wrapped around his neck, back arched off the soft mattress, his cock balls deep inside of you, hitting that gooey spot inside of you over and over again with keen precision, your legs loosely locked around his waist.

his hands supported him, gripping the light blue frilly bedsheets as he drove himself into your inviting heat, groaning against your ear as it squeezed around him so nicely, your gummy walls a snug fit for his thick, heavy cock, which had you gasping for air as it repeatedly speared you, harsh and fast.

"s'good, never had such a perfect little cunt wrapped around m' dick before. holy shit," he rasped, dropping onto his forearms and pressing your back against the mattress, angling himself to plunge his cock deeper inside of you, drawing whines from those pretty lips.

"too deep! noo, t-too deep!" you whimpered helplessly, pearlescent tears welling up in your watery eyes as rafe lifted his head just enough to gaze down at your scrunched-up face, flushed, forehead dewy from sweat, and mouth agape with moans being pulled from the back of your throat.

"yeah, doll? too deep?" he mocked you, giving you a feigned sympathetic look, bringing one of his arms down, his hand purchasing at your hip, pressing his rough fingers into the supple flesh that'd surely leave bruises later, and lifting you a bit more, shifting and folding you, pistoning his dick even deeper.

you threw your head back against your pillows, arms leaving rafe's neck to grab onto anything around you, needing to ground yourself as you felt like your soul was leaving your body, getting transported to heaven. the dirty-blond took the opportunity to lean in and attach his lips to your neck, marking it up with searing kisses and bites, making his way to your collarbone.

"so perfect. so, so fucking perfect. the prettiest damn thing i've ever seen." he murmured against your moist skin, his hooded sapphire eyes peering up at you through his damp bangs that had become matted to his forehead.

you whined at the compliment, white-knuckling onto your bedsheets, and clenched around rafe's dick, having him see stars as his jaw went slack, a low, gravelly groan leaving his mouth as he gave your hip a smack, earning another clench around his dick and a whimper.

"come for me, daisy. need it, doll. need it s'bad, you have no fucking idea." he growled, moving his hand from your hip to start rubbing fast, short circles on your puffy clit, causing you to lift your hips up more, your lower body going with it, and let out a gasp, petals fluttering around rafe's slick-coated cock.

"noo, no! too much! please, no!" you choked out through the tears that were now streaming down your cheeks, your voice breaking as you reached your hand out to try and push his hand away, landing you a smack, and immediately drew your hand back to the bedsheets, crying and sniffling from the overwhelming amount of pleasure that crashed over you.

"uh-uh. come for me, daisy-doll, come around m' cock. c'mon, come for me." he continued, overstimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves, watching with predatory eyes as you began to convulse around his length, legs starting to tremble, and inaudible moans leaving your lips now.

your hand flew to the base of his neck, digging your nails into it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a hiss of pleasure, leaning down closer to you. "want your name, please?" you asked him through incessant sniffles, his lips curling upwards into a prideful smirk, and hummed, brushing them against yours in a fleeting kiss.

"rafe," he told you before you were thrown over the edge, locking your legs around him and drawing him in closer, spasming around his dick as you came hard, screaming out his name as if you were calling out to a god, nails digging into his skin, making him follow suit and come inside of you.

his body fell limp on top of yours, sticky with sweat, his hard dick softening inside of you. both of you panted, gathering your bearings, and your eyes started to flutter shut as rafe lifted his head from your cleavage, looking to your blissed-out face, and smiled, lifting his hand from between your legs to cup the side of your face, stroking your skin with his thumb.

"what's your name?" he asked after catching his breath, still yet to know what it was after all this time.

you nuzzled into the warmth of his hand, a small, dazed smile pulling at your lips as you hummed, telling him your name. his eyebrows raised, repeating your name; it sounded like velvet on his tongue, making you giggle and nod your head.

he smiled. "pretty name for a pretty girl," he whispered softly, elated to finally know the name of the graceful daughter of the man he worked for, even more so that he was now closer to her than he'd ever been, now never going to leave her side, or bed, for that matter. he'll die happily, right there. with her.

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[lovrsin]

introducing …. “ pasture princess ”

[princessbrunette]

thinking about the western!pogues au…… send me thoughts …… mm …… farmhand!jj…. outlaw!johnb……. bountyhunter!rafe working for his dad ……..

[echobx]

recs list - Rafe Cameron (part 2)

info: links to my reblogs of the work, unless it's a series that is unfinished, then it links to the writer's post || one tag per blog, no matter how often you're mentioned

fics:

(older)husband!Rafe × mistress!reader @crookedteethed

someone who lets you break them twice @itneverendshere

Frat President @rafecameronssl4t

older!rafe × ditzy!reader who works for him @seasons-of-death

Slap @rafeandonlyrafe

Nasty Girl @xxbimbobunnyxx

series:

Sleeping with the Enemy @nadvs

Home Before Dark @/nadvs

Played me like a Clarinet @/itneverendshere

Well Kept @harryspet (unfinished)

headcanons:

soft love for Rafe @cute-sucker

Rafe × girly!reader @rafeacs

blurbs, drabbles and concepts:

bsf!Rafe helping you have your first orgasm with someone @/seasons-of-death

Rafe finding his girl's blog @rafecameroninterlude

dad's boss!Rafe taking your virginity @babygorewhore

stepson!Rafe taking himself what he believes is his @blueicequeen19

making out after a date @/rafecameroninterlude

comforting s2!Rafe @ridher

how dad's bsf!Rafe and reader met @erwinsvow

giving bsf!Rafe head for the first time @2tarbell

husband!dilf!Rafe @starkeyisthelastname

riding Rafe in the Country Club @bowdownperv

mad!Rafe fucking you from behind @et6rnalsun

Rafe understanding your cravings @crvptidgf

(raw) riding Rafe @/rafecameroninterlude

Rafe loves dollie!reader's new shirt @lovlidollie

bsf!Rafe begging you to let him fuck you @rafescokewhore

stepbro!Rafe treating you like a Kook & fucking you like a Pogue @starkeysprincess

dilf!Rafe @/starkeyisthelastname

husband!doctor!Rafe @/starkeysprincess

the fight @littlelamy

tire swing sex with farmhand!Rafe @shawtycoreee

stripper!reader pulling the condom off blue collar!rafe mid-fuck @/cameronsprincess

reader doesn't want bsf!rafe to go out @/seasons-of-death

stepbro!rafe × drunk!reader @/shawtycoreee

Rafe secretly hooking up with Sarah's best friend @/babygorewhore

Rafe loves when men fawn over your his tits @/rafescokewhore

reader trying to study but Rafe has other plans @s0lidar1ty

trailerpark!Rafe breeding you @/starkeyisthelastname

jealous!Rafe @/starkeysprincess

Rafe showing you how wet you are @/rafecameroninterlude

these are all my 08/24 to 09/24 recs ^~^

part 1 here

[manheeiim]

rafe cameron coded songs - part one

summary: rafe cameron coded songs || warnings: drinking, smoking, rafe is mean || genre: established relationship, fluff, angst, headcanons || word count: N/A || a/n: more coming soon

𐙚 you can be the boss - lana del rey (unreleased)

"You taste like the fourth of July, Malt liquor on your breath, my, my,"

I feel like it's obvious that he not only obviously does drugs a lot but he also drinks a lot, hence him tasting "like the fourth of July" and having the taste of Malt liquor on his breath often.

"He had a cigarette with his number on it. He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?”

I know he's never explicitly seen smoking cigarettes on the show but I feel like he would, especially in certain au's about him such as father figure bf!rafe, dad's best friend!rafe, farmhand!rafe, etc.

"He has a white Corvette like I want it,"

I can totally see maybe dad's best friend!rafe having this car and just going on late-night drives with him, your hair flowing behind you, the cold air hitting your face, making you tear up a bit.

"He tells me to, “Shut up, I got this”

He totally is the type to take over everything because he doesn't want your pretty little head to worry about anything other than maybe, what you want to have for dinner, or what you're going to get done to your nails this time.

"You’re wrong but you’re so much fun,"

Rafe is so wrong for reader in like, all of the au's but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be fun to be with at times. Despite the hard times with him, you still had so much fun with him and that'd make all of the bad times seem worth it in the end.

"You say you treat 'em mean, to keep 'em keen,"

He totally believes that being mean to you sometimes is totally fine because he believes he's helping you in life. He believes he's helping you learn and grow, though, most of the time, he has no excuse.

ᥫ᭡ link to my masterlist

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

as a gentle reminder, my inbox is always open if you have an idea for me ♡ love you all so much, mwah mwah

[bloodibambiidoll]

ೀ Rafe Cameron Masterlist ೀ

✶ ALL WORKS ARE FEM!READER AND 18+ NO MINORS ✶

One shots:

White Rabbit

Rafe goes to Barry for help with his “pogue problem” but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barry’s cousin in the most unsuspecting way. He can’t stay away from her, despite Barry’s protests, especially when she’s just as unhinged as he is. Takes place during season 2 episode 4 “Homecoming”

There’s No Such Thing As Purity

You and Rafe are childhood best friends and as far as he’s concerned you’re an innocent angel he needs to protect from the world. But he discovers a whole other side of you when you accidentally send him nudes that were meant for someone else.

Angel Face, Devil Thoughts

The first time Rafe Cameron saw you, he knew he had to have you. Whatever it takes. (Collab with my love @babygorewhore)

Run, Kitty, Run

When Rafe catches you touching yourself without his permission he decides to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. (Technically part 2 to this blurb but can be read as a standalone)

Baby’s Gotta Gun

You’ve been in a situationship with Rafe for over a year and when you show up to his party that he invited you to and there’s another girl all over him, you’ve finally had it.

Butterfly Fantasies ✶ Dad’s Best friend!Rafe ✶

You’ve been teasing Rafe for months and when he sees you flirting with another man, it’s his final straw.

After Midnight ✶MFF threesome ✶

You and your girlfriend have been playing a game of cat and mouse with Rafe for months and tonight you deicide it’s finally time for you to catch a mouse…

Nasty Girl ✶ Older!Rafe ✶

Rafe is an arrogant dick, over a decade older than you and your dad’s boss, you shouldn’t want anything to do with him. So why can’t you stay away?

Say It

You and Rafe both want to make your relationship official, but neither of you want to say it out loud.

Pray To Me

You’re a new nun at Father Cameron’s covent and he just can’t seem to get you out of his mind. He feels damn near possessed by you. But the problem is that you feel the same…

Rafe And His Weird!Girl Masterlist

Blurbs જ⁀➴.

Car Sex With Goth!Baddie!Reader

Feeling his beard on your thighs while he goes down on you

Farmhand!Rafe x Farmer’s Daughter!Reader

Asking Rafe To Buy You A Collar

Frat!Rafe Washing Your Car

Rafe Giving You A Wedgie (you like it)

Sit On It

Daddy’s Home

Sub!Rafe Headcanons

Divider by @cafekitsune

[pintrestgrl]

this was my own idea bcs i simply have too much energy and not enough asks but here u gooo

this is loosely based on a scene from lolita bur not the same backstory, also a hint of the movie ‘pearl’ if u squint.

farmhand!rafe x bambi!reader

he would first see you when your father was hiring him to work for the farm, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

you were laying on a towel on your front, the sprinkler raining down on you in the blazing summer heat.

that awfully skimpy, tiny bikini on your pretty body had his dick hard immediately.

you were just laying there, innocently kicking your feet as you read your magazine. oblivious to the way he was staring.

god, he wanted you.

over the few weeks, you’d talk to him from time to time. visiting him in the barn as he worked, bringing him water and sandwiches. always in those barely there denim shorts, and the plaid knot tied top holding your tits together.

until one particularly boring early morning on the farm, your parents out for the day, you decided to mess with him a little.

you walked out into the barn to talk to him as he worked, as you did most of the time. but instead, you wore nothing but the tiniest pair of panties you owned.

his eyes widened as he saw you, and he immediately got red. he tried not to look, but god you were distracting.

you teased him and teased him, brushing your tits along his arm, bending over, hand messing with the string of your panties.

he eventually, lost his shit and gave in.

he’d fuck you during the early mornings in the barn, cock deep inside your tummy as his hand went to play with your tits.

he would whisper sweet promises to you, telling you he’d get you off this farm one day, to take you somewhere else.

he’d promise to marry you, cum deep in you and give you his babies. he’d even throw in an ‘i love you’ after a while into the whole relationship.

he’d set up a camera in your room, that of course you didn’t know about.

he’d watch at his own home as your fingers pumped in and out of your pretty pussy, or while you innocently humped the teddy bear he managed to sneak you.

you’d moan his name, and he’d watch as he stroked his own cock, your panties he stole in his hand.

you swore that you might’ve loved him, and he did too. he promised you the world, in return for your presence.

he’d never ever find another girl like you, so pretty and corruptible.

[rafesangelita]

hiii i’m just gonna send all the questions i wanted to ask at once so i don’t spam your inbox if that’s ok!!!

(11) 3 fave fics rn

(21) would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

(13) what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

(17) what do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

(64) something you love to see in smut

(74) you’ve posted a fic anonymously. how would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

11.) oooooooo anything @nemesyaaa writes is my favorite!! this car sex piece by @nativegirltapes 😩 and this farmhand!rafe fic by @shawtycoreee — i would just like to point out that there’s so many fics i’m in love with, these are just my current faves at the moment!! all my mutuals works are AMAZING!!!

21.) i would love to!!!! i’ve been wanting to do this but i’m not really sure who would be open to it, and what kind of work it would be, etc… but i’m totally open to collaborating for sure <33

13.) using the correct your/you’re & their/there/they’re — it really bothers me if i see these terms misused or if i misuse them myself 😭

17.) music!!! alongside going to pinterest and watching movies and tv shows for some kind of inspiration <3 early 2000’s romance movies inspire me ALL THE TIME

64.) hmmm this is really hard.. but when smut is so descriptive you could VIVIDLY imagine it>> that’s going to do it for me every single time.

74.) lol i think if i posted a fic anonymously, people would know it’s me if it begins and ends with some kind of witty dialogue.

ask me a question!

[starkeysprincess]

Do u know of accs that aren’t just smut? It’s all the same now and I’d like something other than just that x

i’m so sorry i don’t know many 😔 but i know @littlelamy , @httpsdrewstarkey have a few that aren’t smut I believe plus @drewstarkeys-world has some fluff + angst fics, @shawtycoreee wrote a cute little farmhand!rafe fic & @rafeyscurtainbangs also writes more than just smut !!

[bunniidollii]

full-length fics

rafe cameron

jj maybank

john b

drabbles

rafe cameron

jj maybank

john b

moodboards

ghostface!rafe

farmhand!johnb x farmersdaughter!reader

[lovrsin]

farmersdaughter!patty (my oc) x farmhand!rafe ❤︎

in the outskirts of sunkist, louisiana, patrica dunn tries her best to ignore her fathers farmhand and neighbor, rafe cameron.

[princessbrunette]

i can’t remember if its something you’ve written before im having a brain fog but ive been lying in bed all day thinking about the boys in a cowboy!au

just the hats and the heavy machinery nsnwjsj honestly milk me like you milk them cows. christ on a bicycle!!?!/!:!/! need

- 🐙

oh it took over my blog for a while, check out my western!pogues, farmhand!jj, outlaw!johnb, bountyhunter!rafe tag :) also i wrote a full length fic on outlaw john b ! you might like it

[iminlovebutimkeepinitlowkey]

What do you guys want to see from me the most?