#rafe x oc

[rafesbows]

ok weird request..

can you PUHLEASE do one with submissive rafe being loud in bed? like I mean excessively loud.. that's it!

his head is thrown back against the pillows, throat exposed, adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out another loud, broken moan. rafe doesn’t even try to hold back—not when your hips roll over him just right, not when your tight, wet heat is dragging him to the edge so fast he can barely breathe.

"f-fuck—baby," he whimpers, voice cracking as his hands grip your waist like a lifeline. "oh my god—oh my fucking—"

you press your palm over his mouth, barely holding back a giggle at how absolutely wrecked he looks beneath you. his lashes flutter, his brows pinched together in pure desperation, but that doesn't stop the muffled whines spilling against your skin.

"rafe," you tease, leaning down until your lips brush his ear. "you’re so loud."

he nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut as his hips buck up to meet yours. he’s completely at your mercy, panting against your palm, body trembling as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

when you move your hand, he immediately lets out the neediest moan you’ve ever heard, his head lolling to the side, his fingers digging into your thighs. "baby, please—please, i’m gonna—"

and then he’s gone, shuddering beneath you, his moans loud, completely helpless as he falls apart, pleasure overtaking every inch of him.

rafe is a mess beneath you. his fingers are gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white, his chest heaving, lips parted as the prettiest, most desperate sounds slip out.

"baby, please," he whimpers, voice wrecked, hips jerking up despite himself. his eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you, his lower lip trembling. "i—I can’t—"

you hum, tilting your head. "can’t what, rafe?"

he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows. "c-can’t hold it," he stutters, his body arching as you pick up the pace. "feels too good—fuck—too fucking good."

you run your nails down his chest, watching as he shivers under your touch. "so sensitive," you murmur, your tone full of amusement.

he nods frantically, his hands reaching for you, but he’s too weak to do anything but grasp at your wrists. "m’so sensitive," he echoes, his voice so soft, so needy.

you lean in, pressing your lips to his ear. "then be a good boy and take it for me."

rafe lets out the loudest, most broken moan yet, his whole body trembling as he completely falls apart.

@ rafesbows

[lolasangelz]

hii angel, can u write the story of the first pregnancy when reader has baby fever and would love to have a baby. she’s often talking about baby’s, but rafe‘s always like "yeah they’re cute but a lot of work" and all of that, so she thinks he doesn’t want a baby and then she stops talking about it and gets quiet and upset/sad, which he notices. one night, while making out, he asks her what’s wrong, since she’s been so distant. they talk about it and he admits, that he does want a baby with her, he just didn’t think now was the right time. but they come to the conclusion that they both want one now and so they have passionate sex that’s full of love

baby fever

w/c: 865

warnings: implied smut

a/n: honestly i think in this moment he wanted the baby but in my other fic i said he just ran a hand down his face when he found out but like idk im making it work

also pre-babies is defo s2 rafe then after is buzzcut-mullet

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It started small.

Georgia would pause mid-scroll to show Rafe a video—some toddler mispronouncing a word or a baby giggling uncontrollably at bubbles—and say, “Oh my god. Look at that face.”

At first, Rafe smiled. Said the usual things. Cute. Adorable. That kid looks like trouble.

But it kept happening.

When they passed a stroller, her head would tilt. She started buying baby gifts for friends like it was a sport—tiny shoes, muslin blankets, little matching sets she cooed over in store aisles. And every time, she’d glance sideways, like she was measuring something. Gauging a response.

Rafe stayed vague.

He didn’t mean to shut it down. Not exactly. But he wasn’t ready—not with the pressure from both families still crowding their marriage, not with the way he still sometimes woke up wondering if she truly wanted him, or just the version her parents needed her to accept.

“Babies are cute,” he said once, offhandedly, as she showed him a picture of her best friend’s newborn. “But they’re a lot of work, angel.”

She’d gone quiet then. Too quiet.

And after that, she stopped talking about it.

That was the worst part.

No more Instagram baby reels. No more casual mentions in bed at night—what would we name one? do you think they’d have my eyes or yours? Just silence. Stillness.

He didn’t notice right away. But eventually, it hit him like a slow, creeping ache—how her laughter had dimmed. How her smiles didn’t reach her eyes some days. How she curled into herself a little more at night, even as he reached for her.

And now here they were—two months into that ache, pressed against each other on their bed as thunder struck outside. Her skin was warm beneath his hands, soft and so familiar, but her mouth wasn’t kissing him back like it used to.

“Georgia,” he whispered into the curve of her neck. “Talk to me.”

She turned her face away. “I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.”

Her fingers curled in his shirt, holding tight like she was trying to stay grounded. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.”

She looked at him then. Really looked. And her eyes were glassy with the kind of sadness that made his heart twist.

“I just…” she began, and her voice wobbled. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to have kids with me.”

Rafe froze.

She pressed on, barely above a whisper. “You always change the subject, or laugh, or say it’s too much work. And I get it. I do. I just… I didn’t want to keep bringing it up if you didn’t want it.”

“Angel,” he breathed, guilt slamming into him all at once.

“I’d be a good mom,” she said quietly. “And you’d be a good dad. I just��I stopped talking about it because I didn’t want to make you feel trapped.”

He pulled her into his lap before she could finish. One hand at her jaw, one at her hip.

“Baby,” he murmured, forehead against hers. “I do want a kid. With you. I’ve just been scared.”

She blinked. “Scared?”

“Of getting it wrong. Of not being ready. Of messing it all up before we even start.” His voice cracked. “But I’ve wanted it. God, I’ve wanted it, I just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like I didn’t want you.”

She exhaled. Shaky. Relieved. Angry and full of love all at once. “You idiot.”

“I know.”

“Rafe,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

He kissed her then—deep and slow, like it meant everything. Like he was saying yes with his mouth, with his hands, with the way he laid her down and touched her like she was already the mother of his child.

It was different that night.

Not rushed. Not desperate.

Just full of everything they hadn’t said until now.

He whispered I love you against her skin, and she wrapped her legs around him, and they moved together like they were building something sacred.

Afterward, when her head rested on his chest and the storm outside had quieted, he said softly:

“Let’s try. For real.”

She looked up at him, eyes glowing.

And in that moment, he wanted it.

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[drewswife]

Hii, could I request Bf!Rafe x reader on period? Like maybe she got it unexpectedly during their sleepover and she feels really bad about it.

(hi thxs for the req hope u like it!)

Rafe stirred beside you, his arm heavy but comforting across your waist. Sunlight peeked through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. You snuggled deeper into the pillow, a soft smile gracing your lips. Last night was perfect.

Until a dull ache in your lower stomach pulled you from your sleepy haze. You groaned softly, trying to ignore it, but a sudden wave of warmth and a familiar uncomfortable feeling sent a jolt of panic through you. Your eyes widened as the realization hit you. Your period. Now.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you. You shifted slightly, a silent apology to the pristine white sheets beneath you. You felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your chest. This was so not how you wanted your perfect sleepover with Rafe to go.

Rafe mumbled and tightened his grip. "Morning, baby," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice even. You needed to figure out what to do, and fast.

You carefully wiggled out of his embrace, your movements slow and deliberate. "I... I need to go to the bathroom," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

He blinked sleepily. "Everything okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, just... just need to," you said quickly, pulling the covers up a little higher as you stood. You hurried to the bathroom, your mind racing. You hadn't packed any supplies, completely caught off guard by this unwelcome arrival.

A quick check confirmed your fears. You sighed, leaning against the cool tiles. This was mortifying. How were you going to tell Rafe? What if the sheets were ruined? You felt a blush creep up your neck.

Taking a deep breath, you decided honesty was the best approach, even though it made your stomach churn with nervousness. You walked back into the bedroom, your shoulders slumped slightly.

Rafe was sitting up now, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked at you, his expression softening with concern. "you seem a little off. Everything alright?"

You fiddled with your fingers, avoiding his gaze. "Um, not really," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I kind of got my period."

A beat of silence hung in the air, and your anxiety spiked. You finally looked up, bracing yourself for… well, you weren't even sure what you were bracing for. Disgust? Annoyance?

But Rafe's expression was anything but. His eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Oh, Are you in pain?"

His gentle tone surprised you. You nodded slightly. "A little. And... I didn't exactly come prepared." You gestured vaguely towards the bed with a mortified look.

Rafe's eyes followed your gaze, and then he looked back at you, his expression understanding. He immediately got out of bed. "Don't worry about the sheets. We can take care of that. The important thing is that you're comfortable."

He walked over to you and gently pulled you into a hug. You buried your face in his chest, a wave of relief washing over you. His warmth was comforting, and his reaction was the opposite of what you had feared.

"Let me see what I can find," he murmured, stroking your hair. "I think my sister might keep some stuff here"

He pulled away and headed towards the closet, rummaging through it for a few moments. He emerged with a small, unopened box. "Bingo," he said softly, handing it to you with a reassuring smile.

Your eyes welled up a little. "Rafe, you're the best."

He chuckled softly and cupped your face in his hands. "Of course Now, why don't you go take care of things, and I'll go downstairs and make you some tea? And maybe find some chocolate?"

You nodded, a genuine smile finally gracing your lips. "That sounds perfect."

As you headed back to the bathroom, you couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful for Rafe. He hadn't been grossed out or annoyed. Instead, he had been nothing but sweet, understanding, and caring.

When you came back to the bedroom, the sheets had been changed, and a steaming mug of tea and a small bowl of chocolates were waiting for you on the nightstand. Rafe was propped up against the pillows, a soft smile on his face.

He patted the spot next to him. "Come here, baby. Let's cuddle and watch some TV."

You snuggled into his side, feeling warm and safe. The cramps were still there, but they were overshadowed by the presence of Rafe beside you.

"Thank you, Rafe," you whispered, leaning your head on his chest.

He kissed the top of your head. "Anything for you, sweetheart. Now, which movie are we watching?

tags, @spencerreid66 @zenithsturniolo @starrii-sturns

a/n: please let me know if this is bad🙌🏽

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[verityasian]

Fratboy!Rafe x NerdyRoutledge!Reader Fake dating AU

I also have a Rafe Cameron bot if any of you are interested.

He’s a little more dirtier than others I don’t know why but enjoy..🫣

Also there’s an example of the chats I had with him for my other delulu girlies. Don’t judge me..!

Other bots

JJ Genrette

Rafe hadn’t planned on asking you —John B’s nerdy sister. In fact, you were the last person he expected to rope into something this stupid.

But there you were—leaning against the railing at that packed college party, sipping something neon green, eyes flicking to JJ across the yard like he didn’t just walk past you without a second glance.

And there she was—Sophia. His ex. Laughing too loud, hanging off that finance major with the perfect teeth, throwing side-eyes like she wanted him to react.

He crossed the space between you before he could talk himself out of it. You looked up at him, surprised but not unkind. You’d always been decent to him, despite the wreckage he carried.

“Hey,” he said, lowering his voice so no one else would hear. “Wanna fake date me for a while?”

Your brows lifted. “Excuse me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “Sophia’s here. She’s trying to piss me off. Thought maybe I’d beat her to it.”

You tilted your head, catching on. “And what’s in it for me?”

His eyes followed yours across the yard—right to JJ, who was now lighting a cigarette for some girl Rafe had never seen before.

“I saw you looking,” he said. “Make him jealous. You look like you want to.”

———

Here’s an example? A snippet? Of how he is 🫣

[itneverendshere]

the aftermath of sex with rafe and you’re about to roll out to leave and he’s like “what’s going on” and you’re like “oh you want me to stay?”

decided to use this request for bitchy!pogue!reader, bc i love their dynamic in my last drabble for them and wanted to see their relationship develop!! hope that's okay and thank you for the request!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

said it a million times, only stay with you one more night - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe

your breath was still shaky as you lay in rafe’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. the room smelled like sex and bad decisions—the same old combination every time you found yourself tangled up with him.

what the fuck had you done? again.

you groaned internally, rolling to the side and blinking at the mess of clothes on the floor. your clothes. you needed to get out of here, like you always did after. this was a routine by now—fuck rafe, get dressed, leave before shit got weird.

but, of course, it was always weird with rafe.

he was your worst mistake on repeat, the asshole kook you swore you hated but couldn’t seem to stop ending up in bed with. and you weren’t entirely wrong. he was an asshole. that perfect jawline of his clenched every time he looked at you, like he wanted to snap or—snap you in half, depending on the day. he acted like he couldn’t stand you most of the time, and you loved it.

especially when you knew exactly where that frustration would end up: right between your legs.

you knew the deal. this thing with rafe was nothing but sex. pure tension. you loved driving him insane, loved the way his face would twist, how his hands would grip your hips with just a little too much pressure, like he had something to prove. but the second it was over, he always turned cold. he’d stare at you with that same look—disgusted, maybe even regretful—like he couldn’t believe he’d let himself touch you.

and you weren’t about to stick around for that bullshit.

with a sigh, you pushed the covers back and swung your legs out of the bed, standing up with a wince as your body reminded you just how hard he'd fucked you. the soreness in your thighs was a not-so-subtle reminder of how you ended up here, naked, in his bed again when you swore to yourself that the last time was really the last time.

you didn’t even bother looking at him as you reached for your jeans on the floor, pulling them on quickly. you needed to get out of here before he started up with that whole “i don’t even know why i did this” attitude, like you were the problem.

 “where are you going?”

you didn’t even look back at him as you yanked your top over your head. “leaving. what’s it look like?”

the bed creaked as he sat up, and you could practically feel his eyes burning into your back. “what the fuck is going on?”

you paused, one arm halfway through your top, rolling your eyes at his tone. now he wanted to act like something was different? “what do you mean, what’s going on?” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from every word. “’m leaving. you know, like i always do after we fuck.”

rafe didn’t answer right away, and for a second, you thought maybe he’d just let it go. but then he surprised you.

“you don’t have to go.”

you turned around slowly, narrowing your eyes at him. “what? you want me to stay now?” he never asked you to stay. hell, he was usually halfway out the door emotionally before you even got your clothes back on.

his face hardened at your reaction, that familiar pissed-off look settling into his features. “yeah, i don’t know, maybe i do.”

you laughed, genuinely surprised. “since when? you want me to hang around and play house after?”

“do you always have to make everything so fucking complicated?”

you raised an unimpressed brow, “okay, i think you hit your head on the bedframe earlier.”

“shut the fuck up and get in bed.”

you froze, mid-laugh, because—wait—what? rafe cameron, the king of "get out before i pretend you don’t exist," actually wanted you to stay.

“excuse me?” you blinked at him, fully expecting him to break character any second

he was unpredictable like that. one minute, he was treating you like you’re beneath him—like you were the dirty secret he couldn't believe he kept hooking up with—and the next? he was saying stuff that made your heart do this stupid thing it had no business doing.

“get back in bed,” he demanded, like he actually expected you to listen.

“why? so you can flip back to being a fucking asshole in the morning?”

he rolled his eyes and groaned like you were the exhausting one here, “can you just—” he hesitated, clearly fighting with whatever stupid thoughts were bouncing around that kook head of his. “just come back to bed.”

and oh god, why did he have to sound almost...vulnerable?

you stared at him, fully aware this was a bad idea. the two of you didn’t “do” feelings. shit, he barely “did” conversation after sex. this wasn’t just out of character for him; it was out of this planet.

so you crossed your arms and tilted your head, leaning against his dresser like you had all the time in the world. “are you serious right now, cameron? you actually want me to stay? for what, a cuddle session? netflix?”

he gave you that trademark irritated look, tongue poking his cheek. “you’re so fucking difficult.”

“yeah, well, you’re not exactly easy, baby.”

you smirked, half expecting him to snap again. but instead, he did something you never saw coming. he ran a hand through his messy hair—full-on frustrated—and sighed. a real sigh. and then, in this quiet voice that was so unlike him, he said, “maybe i just don’t want you to leave.”

you felt your stomach flip. no no no. this wasn’t part of the deal. you two weren’t supposed to catch feelings. but the way he was looking at you, all raw and real for once, made your brain go foggy. you could leave right now. walk out, just like you always did, like a smart girl.

but something in his voice was pulling you back, like maybe this time was different. “rafe…” 

“just stay,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours, and for the first time since you started this whole messed-up dance with him, you saw something in his face that wasn’t anger or lust or annoyance.

it almost looked like...he cared. maybe you’d stay, just to see what this was about.

you weren’t about to let your guard down completely. you weren’t some naive kook princess. you knew how to protect yourself—especially from guys like him, because let’s be honest, rafe was a certified disaster in human form. and you weren’t any better.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “if i stay, you’re not gonna pull some ‘i don’t know why i did this’ bullshit tomorrow, right? ‘cause ’m not dealing with that again, cameron.”

he huffed, but there was this softness to it. “can you just stay without turning everything into a fight?”

“turning it into a fight?” you raised a brow, incredulous. “that’s literally your specialty.”

rafe’s jaw tightened—again—but instead of snapping back like usual, he just stared at you. “’m not asking for forever, alrigh’? just one night. jesus.”

one night.

you could do one night, right?

you climbed back onto the bed, settling into the sheets next to him. it felt...weird. not in a bad way, just different. usually, you’d be out of here by now, shorts half-buttoned, sneaking out like some guilty secret. but this? lying next to him, clothes still off, in his bed, with his scent all around you? it felt more intimate than any of the wild, angry sex you’d had with him before.

“happy now?” you muttered, glancing over at him.

rafe didn’t say anything for a second. he just looked at you, like he wasn’t sure how to act either. “yeah. maybe i am.”

it was bizarre, how different this felt from all the other times. there was no rush to leave, no awkward scramble to avoid the inevitable “i shouldn’t have done that” speech. just the two of you, lying there in silence. you felt his hand brush against yours under the covers. it wasn’t a big, dramatic move, just his fingers lightly grazing your skin.

it was such a small thing, but somehow, it felt... huge. rafe was the last guy on earth you ever expected to be soft, especially with you. but here he was, in this tiny, almost awkward moment, doing something that felt closer to intimacy than anything else you’d ever shared. what the hell was happening?

“you’re acting like a human being. it’s weirding me out.”

he smirked, but it didn’t have the usual arrogance behind it. “maybe 'm just tired of being an asshole.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “that would be a first.”

he didn’t fight back like you expected. instead, his hand moved a little under the covers, and suddenly, his fingers were really holding yours, not just grazing but actually intertwining with your own. you blinked down at your joined hands, feeling your heart flip-flop in a way that annoyed you. this wasn’t what you signed up for, not even close.

but then again, when had anything with him ever gone according to plan.

“why are you doing this?” you asked quietly, trying to ignore how fast your pulse was beating.

rafe’s jaw clenched—again, with the jaw clenching—but this time, it didn’t feel like frustration. he was thinking, actually thinking about what to say, and that alone was enough to make you nervous.

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “i just—” He stopped himself, taking a deep breath like the words were hard for him to get out. “maybe i don’t hate you as much as i thought i did.”

that threw you for a loop. he was never this honest. you stared at him, eyes wide, waiting for the punchline, but there wasn’t one. he wasn’t smirking, wasn’t trying to act like he didn’t care. he just... said it. like it was the most normal thing in the world to admit feelings when feelings weren’t even on the table.

“Wow,” you breathed, genuinely shocked. “you really hit your head earlier.”

he snickered, but it sounded different—soft, even. “Yeah, maybe I did.”

“should i call for a doctor?”

it was unsettling seeing him like this, not lashing out or shutting you down with a snide comment. 

“you don’t always have to make everything a joke.”

your eyebrows shot up at that, the surprise clear on your face. “excuse me? that’s literally what we do—” you gestured vaguely between the two of you. “that’s our thing.”

he just sighed, shaking his head like he was genuinely exasperated with you. before you could throw out another sarcastic remark, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

his hand gripped the back of your neck with just enough pressure to hold you in place, but there was a tenderness in the way his fingers tangled in your hair. his lips met yours gently at first as if testing the waters, and the softness of it scared you. you were so used to him being all teeth, nipping, and biting, that this moment of quiet, hesitant intimacy caught you off guard. he kissed you like he was savoring it—like this was something he wanted to remember.

his thumb brushed lightly along your jawline, as the kiss deepened, his lips pressing a little harder against yours, but it still lacked the aggression you’d come to expect from him. there was no desperation here. his tongue flicked against your bottom lip, gentle but insistent, and without thinking, you parted your lips, letting him in. your bodies stayed close, but it wasn’t the usul closeness that came from lust. the slow, languid rhythm of his mouth against yours was intimate in a way that felt too personal.

rafe was kissing you like you were someone he cared about, like you were more than just another way to burn off steam. this wasn’t what you two did. you weren’t supposed to share soft touches and slow kisses. you were supposed to fight, tear each other apart, then fuck like it was the only thing holding you together.

when the kiss finally broke, you felt dazed, staring at him like you didn’t recognize the person in front of you. rafe, however, didn’t seem fazed. he just looked at you with those piercing blue eyes, still holding the back of your neck like he was afraid you’d bolt the second he let go.

“i meant it,” he said quietly, his voice a low, “i don’t want you to leave.”

“i don’t do this,” you muttered, shaking your head. “we don’t do this.”

rafe’s grip on your neck loosened, but his hand didn’t move. “i know. just tonight.”

you closed your eyes, breathing him in. he smelled like sweat and sex and something that made your entire body hurt in a way you hadn’t expected. maybe he wasn’t asking for forever, but staying here with him felt like it could change everything.

one night and you’d worry about tomorrow when it came.

[amandabbbbb]

poor baby is fully talking to no one…. he needs me

[grapejuice32]

Sex Through The Seasons

masterlist here Rafe x reader

Season 1 Rafe who is honestly kind of inexperienced, he fucks you in missionary, your legs spread to accommodate him, your arms wound around his back, your palms resting on his upper back. His arms lay either side of your head, his face buried in your neck as he ruts into you desperately, probably cumming too soon, finishing before you and whining into your skin as he does. 

Season 1 Rafe who loves it when you give him head but doesn’t eat you out, never having eaten anyone out before, only using his fingers to get you off after he’s already finished so that he can go to sleep.

Season 2 Rafe who’s more experienced now, he will rest his forehead on yours, one of his hands slid under your back to lift your hips as he fucks you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms over his shoulders, fingers tangled into the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moans softly against your lips as his cums in time with you, his free hand rubbing circles timed with his thrusts to get you to finish at the same time as him.

Season 2 Rafe who still loves the way you take him in your mouth, fisting your hair in his hand as his head tips back, his lips parted as he sighs and whines when he grows close to cumming. He fingers you before sex, not specifically to get you off but because he doesn’t rush to get himself off anymore. He’s eaten you out a few times but it’s still a rather rare occurrence. 

Season 3 Rafe who likes to either have you in missionary, your legs hooked over his shoulders as he practically folds you in half or has you bent over the edge of the bed, one hand in your hair, pulling your head up every now and then when he bends down to kiss you, the other hand gripping your hip tightly, his ring cold against your skin. He has you cumming much before him, sometimes managing to have you on your second orgasm as he finishes.

Season 3 Rafe who chooses to eat you out over fingering you and will sometimes slip two of his fingers into you while he sucks on your clit. He still loves when you suck him off, but it doesn’t happen as often and if it does, he prefers to wait to cum with you, rather than in your mouth. 

Season 4 Rafe who doesn’t have a preference, everything is filled with passion no matter where or when you’re doing it, you best believe that the two of you have fucked everywhere possible. When you’re in missionary, he has a hand slid under your waist, holding you close to him, when you’re on top he has a hand on your hip and another on your back, holding you close so your chests are flush. He has you cumming at least twice before he’s finishing, talking you through it and telling you that you can give him another as he slides a hand between the two of you to rub circles on your swollen clit. Even quickies in the bathroom are tender and passion filled, if you’re sat on the counter, he’ll have a hand cupping the back of your head so you don’t get hurt, another holding onto your thigh, his forehead pressed against yours, pressing messy kisses to your parted lips. 

Season 4 Rafe who eats you out like you’re his last meal, often he’ll come home and eat you out until you’re shaking before cleaning you up, getting you water and calling it a night. He savours the times you give him head, something that doesn’t happen as often as it used to because he gets too impatient to get you off, to touch you so he can hear the sounds you make.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[rafes-slut]

You let him hit raw for first time

Pairing: rafe cameron x bitchy!reader

Summary: after he was beghing you for months to hit it raw you finally let him. But he gets too excited to last long

Warnings:( Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Praise & degradation, Rafe being obsessed with you, Slight power struggle, Bitchy attitude (from you), Begging (from him), Possessiveness, Probably some light choking/gripping, A lot of dirty talk

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"Come on, baby. Just once. Just let me feel you."

It had been Rafe's favorite thing to beg for since the start of your relationship. His obsession. His mission.

Every time he had you underneath him, his body pressing yours into the mattress, his hands gripping at your waist or your wrists or your throat—he'd ask. He'd plead. He'd run his lips over your ear, whispering filthy promises about how good it would feel, how much better it would be, how you’d never want to go back.

And every time, you told him no.

You liked making him work for it. You liked the way his jaw clenched, the way his grip got tighter, the way his frustration seeped into every rough thrust. Because Rafe Cameron didn’t lose, and telling him no? That made him desperate to win.

But tonight?

Tonight, you felt mean.

Maybe it was the way he’d been looking at you all night, the way his hands had barely left your body, like he was starving. Maybe it was the way he pulled you onto his lap the second you got to his house, hands palming your ass, lips dragging along your jaw. Maybe it was the way you wanted to ruin him.

So, when he kissed you breathless and muttered against your lips, "Please, baby, just once," you smirked.

"Fine."

Rafe froze. His pupils dilated so fast you thought he might pass out. His lips parted, brows pulling together like he was trying to process what he just heard.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You heard me."

And then?

He lost his fucking mind.

The second his cock pressed inside, with nothing in between, he let out a sound you’d never heard before. Like an actual, feral groan, deep in his chest, his body shuddering against yours as he bottomed out.

"Fuck," he gasped, dropping his head to your shoulder. His hands gripped your thighs like he wanted to bruise them, like he needed to ground himself. "Fuck. You feel—Jesus."

His breath was hot against your neck, his whole body shaking with restraint. Like he wanted to ruin you, but he was trying—failing—to keep himself together.

"You good?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

Rafe let out a low, humorless laugh before he pulled back to look at you. His blue eyes were dark, wild, possessive.

"Oh, baby," he rasped, voice dripping with something dangerous. His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat, tilting your chin up. "You just fucked up."

Rafe didn’t move for a second. He just stayed there, buried inside you to the hilt, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt around him. Like he was already dreading the moment he had to pull out.

“Holy shit,” he rasped, voice all shaky and breathless.

You smirked, just a little, running your hands up his arms. “What? You’re not gonna punk out on me, are you?”

That snapped something in him.

Rafe let out a choked laugh, but there was nothing funny about the way he gripped your waist. “You think I’m gonna tap out? Oh, baby.” His fingers dug into your skin, holding you down. “I’m just trying not to bust the second I move.”

You laughed, but the sound cut off when he rolled his hips—just once, slow, deep.

His whole body shuddered. His head dropped forward, forehead pressing into yours, his jaw clenching like he was physically fighting his own body.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, voice wrecked. His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, and his grip on you only got tighter. “Oh my God, this is—this is so much better—”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, dragging your nails up his back. “C’mon, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “I thought you were dying for this. Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.”

That did it.

Rafe’s hands jerked your hips up, making you gasp, making you feel just how hard he was struggling to keep it together.

“You love running that mouth, don’t you?” he gritted out, glaring down at you. “Think you’re so fucking funny.”

You smirked up at him, dragging your fingers through his hair. “You begged for this, Cameron. If you can’t handle it, just say so.”

That was the final straw.

Rafe let out a sharp breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you were still talking, still teasing him when he was this close to fucking losing it.

“Okay,” he muttered, half to himself, like he was officially done playing nice. His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing you into the mattress, tilting your chin up so he could look you in the eyes when he said—

“Don’t fucking move.”

Then, he pulled out—all the way—before slamming back in, forcing a gasp from your lips as he stretched you again.

Rafe let out a broken groan, his body shuddering as he tried—tried—not to let it get the best of him. But you were so tight, so fucking warm, and there was nothing, nothing, in between.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasped, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Baby, I swear to God, I can’t—”

You laughed, breathless. “Already?”

His grip tightened around your throat in warning. “Shut up,” he muttered, voice shaking.

You did, but only because you were too distracted by the way he was trembling above you, holding himself back, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw popped.

You could feel how desperate he was. You could see the way his abs tensed, his muscles flexing as he fought for every ounce of self-control he had.

He wanted to ruin you. He needed to.

But he was so close, and it was killing him.

Rafe let out a shaky breath, glaring down at you. “I hate you,” he muttered, his voice all breathless and wrecked.

You smirked. “No, you don’t.”

And then, you moved. Just a little. Just enough to make him jerk inside you, to make his whole body seize up.

“Oh, you bitch,” he groaned, his grip tightening as he thrust forward, his restraint finally snapping.

[shrimpybbq]

rafe in bed

synopsis: rafe loves his precious girlfriend so so much, but the one thing he loves slightly more is fucking her

i feel like (controversially) when rafe is deeply in love with his partner and in a committed relationship, i don’t think the sex is that rough or kinky

sure, they get down and dirty but there’s always lots of hand holding, and rafe loves the feeling of his girlfriend’s body pressed up against his

rafe likes to feel connected and close to his girlfriend and sex is no different for him

i think he really likes any position where he can see her face, and the expressions that he draws out of her. he loves missionary for that reason, and he’s always nuzzling his face into her neck as he cums

rafe is absolutely obsessed with eye contact - he needs to see how good he makes her feel, and vice versa

if it's not missionary, he probably has his girl on her stomach, his hovering body pressed up against her so tightly she can barely breathe as he hits it from the back, his hips slamming against hers

rafe has stamina and he can easily go two or three rounds in one night, though they’re often interrupted by the sound of their son crying in the nursery, but otherwise that man would go allllll night if he could

when he and high school gf were actually in high school, i picture lots of sneaky sex: think car sex, sex in rafe’s room at tannyhill while everyone else is sleeping, sex in unoccupied classrooms at the academy. they were both so desperate for each other that it didn’t really matter when or where

while I don’t think he’s super kinky, I do think he still loves control, and he loves to exert his power in bed

she can be on top, but only if he’s controlling the movements

delayed gratification and not letting her cum until he tells her to!!

rafe loves affirmations in bed too, needing to be reassured how well he’s doing and how much gf loves him

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby.”

“You wanna cum? Yeah? Beg for it.”

“Look at me - who’s making you feel this good, huh baby? Who? Hmm - me, yeah - I thought so.”

“C’mon baby, you can give me another one.”

rafe is mostly a grunter. he lets out low, strained groans when he feels her warm pussy clench around him, echoing fill the room with each thrust he makes. it’s only when he’s about to cum does he let out a few moans, his voice rising in volume as he tilts his head back

rafe wandering around the house with his shirt off, forgetting about the red scratch marks down his back - he just makes her feel so good she can't help it. he only smirks if anyone comments

after high school gf falls pregnant with charlie, rafe is scared for a bit and uses condoms every time they have sex, but after his son is a little older, i think rafe goes in raw - it's his favourite state and he just feels so close to her. his gf began taking birth control so he feels more comfortable now, and it’s not like he’s sleeping with anyone else

(part of him isn’t opposed to knocking his girl up again either, but he doesn’t say that just yet…)

i think rafe loves to have his girl trapped under him, unable to run away from the pleasure he’s giving her. he likes to cage her in, keeping her pressed against the bed as he thrusts harshly over and over again, her body writhing and wriggling against him. he likes to know he’s making her feel good

sloppy making out as he fucks - nuff said. there's so much tongue its almost embarrassing, but its so so hot (gimme gimme plssssss)

also bathtub sex!

rafe wants to feel wanted, especially in bed

rafe who loves to hold hands as much as possible. eating her out holding hands, entering her holding hands, and most definitely cumming inside of her holding hands. he wants to feel loved, and to him, sex with his person is intimate and important

basically moral of the story is that rafe fucks good, a little nasty sometimes, but so good

[khioneee]

trying to break up with your fuck buddy, rafe

rafe paces. back and forth. hand running through his hair, jaw tight, eyes sharp with something between frustration and disbelief.

‘you want to stop?’ his voice is even, but there’s an edge to it.

you nod, arms crossed over your chest. ‘yeah.’

‘why?’ his head tilts, eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for an answer that actually makes sense to him.

‘i don’t like what this is turning me into,’ you say, voice steady. ‘it’s not who i am. and i don’t want it to be.’

he exhales sharply, turning on his heel and pacing again. ‘where is this coming from?’

‘i’m not blaming you for anything, rafe.’ you sigh, feeling the weight of this conversation sink into your bones. ‘i just realized i don’t want to be another girl in your rotation.’

he stops mid-step, turning to face you. ‘rotation?’

you hold his gaze. ‘you know what i mean.’

his jaw tenses. ‘you knew what this was,’ he says, voice low, careful.

‘i did,’ you agree. ‘and now i know i don’t want it.’

he drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. ‘i thought everything was fine.’

‘it was,’ you admit. ‘but i’m a ‘girlfriend’ kind of girl, rafe. i have boyfriends, not fuck buddies.’

rafe lets out a dry laugh, almost disbelieving. he starts pacing again, steps restless, like he needs to move or he’ll explode.

then, from outside, a familiar voice cuts through the tension.

‘rafe! come on, man, we’re waiting!’ topper, followed by laughter and girls’ voices, high and sweet.

your stomach turns, but you don’t react. instead, you nod toward the door.

‘you should go,’ you say softly.

a pause, a sharp inhale. his jaw clenches. ‘we’re not done.’

‘i said what i needed to say.’ you swallow the lump in your throat. ‘you have girls waiting for you.’

he stops pacing. his expression hardens. ‘you think that’s what this is about?’

‘i think it doesn’t matter,’ you answer. ‘because you’re not my boyfriend, and you don’t owe me anything.’

his hands curl into fists at his sides. ‘you’re doing that thing again.’

‘what thing?’

‘acting like you don’t care.’

you inhale sharply. ‘i do care, rafe. that’s the problem.’

something flickers in his expression. for the first time, he looks uncertain. like this wasn’t supposed to happen. like he never considered the possibility of you walking away.

he starts pacing again, steps quicker now, frustration rolling off him in waves. ‘so what? you’re just done?’

you nod. ‘yeah.’

he stops. looks at you. then, after a beat, he says, ‘fine.’

you hesitate. ‘fine, what?’

‘i’ll be your boyfriend.’

you blink, caught off guard. ‘what?’

‘you want a relationship?’ he shrugs, like it’s the easiest fix in the world. ‘done.’

‘that’s not how this works.’

‘why not?’ his voice is sharper now, defensive. ‘you said you don’t want to be just another girl— fine. be my girlfriend.’

you shake your head, a humorless laugh escaping. ‘jesus, rafe.’

‘what?’

‘you don’t even want to be my boyfriend. you just don’t want to see me with someone else.’

his jaw tightens, and for the first time, he stops pacing. stands still.

‘you can’t just decide to be in a relationship because you don’t like the idea of losing me,’ you say, voice softer now. ‘that’s not love, rafe. that’s possession.’

his lips part slightly, but no words come out.

‘you don’t know how to do this,’ you continue gently. ‘how to be with someone in a way that isn’t just about control.’

he exhales, slow and deep, fingers rubbing at his jaw as he looks away for a moment. when he meets your gaze again, there’s something different there. hesitation, sure. but also something you weren’t expecting.

fear.

‘i don’t want to lose you,’ he admits, voice quiet now.

your breath catches. ‘then be better.’

rafe swallows. ‘tell me how.’

‘you already know how,’ you whisper. ‘you just have to choose it.’

the silence stretches between you again, but this time, it’s different.

it’s not heavy. it’s hopeful.

then, from outside, topper calls out again. ‘rafe! you coming or what?’

rafe doesn’t even look toward the door.

‘nah,’ he calls back, eyes still locked on yours. ‘i’m good.’

your heart was about to try to break out from behind your ribs.

his gaze softens. ‘stay?’

you hesitate. ‘rafe—’

he shakes his head, stepping closer. ‘if i say i can do this, then i can do this.’

you search his face for the lie, the excuse, the escape route he’s bound to take. but there isn’t one.

he raised your hands to his mouth and kissed the tip of each of your fingers in turn. your thumb, your index finger, your middle finger, your ring finger, finally your pinky, and then, your gaze caught the black cross that rested on the centre of his chest.

you wonder if his heart beats steadily.

his lips twitch, just slightly, into the kind of smirk that used to make you roll your eyes. ‘i’ll be the last boyfriend you’ll have,’ he murmurs. ‘you’ll see.’

your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not with dread.

‘okay,’ you whisper.

he grins, triumphant. ‘yeah?’

you exhale, a small smile creeping onto your lips despite yourself.

‘yeah.’

an. inspired by rory and logan.

[sweet4rafe]

FIRST TIME ˎˊ˗

summary: the handsome cowboy hired by your father to help around the farm has been eyeing you, for weeks. on this fateful summer evening, rafe finally decides to do something about the attraction he felt towards you— his employer's daughter.

the barn smelled like hay & fresh wood, warm even with the night air creeping in through the gaps in the beams. you were used to it, used to the quiet hum of crickets outside, the occasional rustling from the horses in their stalls. what you weren’t used to was him.

rafe was leaning against the old workbench, arms crossed, watching you with that lazy sort of gaze that made your stomach feel tight. he’d been helping your dad with repairs all week, sleeves pushed up, hands always busy with something, lifting, hammering, fixing things you never paid attention to before. you’d barely spoken more than a few words to him, but the way he looked at you now made it feel like he already had you figured out.

you wiped your palms on the front of your dress, swallowing hard. “shouldn’t you be heading home?”

he tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “you tryna get rid of me, berry girl?”

your face felt hot. that’s what he called you after catching you out in the fields, basket in hand, fingers stained red from fresh picked fruit. like he thought it was cute. like he thought you were.

“no,” you muttered, shaking your head, “just… my daddy don’t like me talkin’ to boys much.”

“yeah?” rafe pushed off the bench, closing the space between you. he didn’t touch you, just stood close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “good thing i’m a man, then.”

your breath caught. he was teasing, you knew that, but it didn’t make the heat pooling in your belly any less real.

his hand lifted, fingertips ghosting over the end of one of your braids, tugging at the ribbon tied at the end. “s’cute,” he murmured. “all done up like this. makes me wonder if you’ve ever had someone mess ‘em up before.”

you shook your head, wide eyed, not trusting yourself to speak.

“thought so.” his fingers brushed your jaw next, tipping your chin up higher. “you ever been kissed, sweet?”

your silence was answer enough.

“shit,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “shouldn’t be looking at me like that, then. makes me wanna ruin you.”

your knees nearly buckled at that, something unfamiliar twisting inside you. your inexperience must’ve been obvious, because rafe hummed, guiding you back until your spine met the wooden stall behind you.

“c’mon,” he coaxed, voice low. “just a little taste. lemme show you how it feels.”

your lips parted to protest, but rafe was already there, dipping down, mouth slanting over yours. it was softer than you expected, but only for a moment. then he was tilting his head, deepening it, swallowing the tiny noise that slipped from your throat.

his hands found your waist, gripping firm as he pulled you flush against him, and oh, you felt him. thick and hot, pressing into your stomach through his jeans.

you gasped, pulling back slightly, and rafe just smirked, breath fanning against your lips. “you feel that, baby?”

you nodded, dazed, fingers clutching at his shirt.

“s’all for you,” he murmured, sliding a hand lower, gathering the hem of your dress. “if you wanna stop, tell me now.”

you didn’t. couldn’t.

so when his fingers slipped between your thighs, you let him.

his fingers traced along the inside of your thigh, warm and rough, calloused from days of working under the sun. you shivered at the touch, your breath hitching when he dragged them higher, teasing.

“you’re shakin’, baby,” rafe murmured, his lips barely grazing your jaw. “nervous?”

you nodded, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. you’d never done this before, never even thought about doing something like this in the barn, of all places, but rafe was looking at you like you were something to be devoured, and the way he touched you made you feel like you could trust him.

“don’t be,” he soothed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, a stark contrast to the filth spilling from his mouth. “gonna take care of you.”

his fingers finally dipped between your legs, brushing against the cotton of your panties. you gasped, instinctively trying to press your thighs together, but rafe clicked his tongue, prying them back apart.

“none of that,” he chided, amusement lacing his tone. “lemme see how sweet you are.”

he pressed down, slow and deliberate, rubbing tight, lazy circles over the fabric. a whimper escaped your lips, your back arching slightly against the wooden stall.

“fuck,” rafe breathed, watching you. “this all for me?”

you nodded, of course it was, it had only ever been for him, but the confirmation made something dark flicker in his eyes.

“such a good girl,” he murmured, slipping his fingers beneath your panties, dragging them through your slick. your whole body tensed at the foreign sensation, hips twitching as he spread it over your clit, circling it with the lightest pressure.

“rafe,” you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for, but he understood.

“shh, just let me do it, baby,” he soothed, slipping a finger inside you. your walls fluttered around the intrusion, the stretch unfamiliar but not unwelcome. rafe groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck. “fuck, you’re tight.”

your breath came in soft, uneven pants, your fingers gripping his shoulders. he moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, before sliding a second finger in, scissoring them carefully.

“you’re takin’ it so well,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, making you look at him. “feel good?”

you nodded frantically, unable to speak, pleasure buzzing through you like nothing you’d ever felt before.

rafe smirked, leaning in to press a messy kiss to your lips. “bet you’d feel even better wrapped around my cock.”

your breath hitched at his words, the insinuation making your head spin.

rafe pulled back just enough to gauge your reaction, fingers never stopping their slow, torturous pace. “you want that, baby?”

your thighs trembled, your answer coming out in a desperate, breathless whimper.

“yeah?” rafe chuckled, fingers curling just right, making you keen. “then you better hold onto me, sweetheart. ‘cause i’m about to show you what you’ve been missin’.”

[lolasangelz]

doubts

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the rain started at about 4 am.

georgia woke first. not from the storm, but from the familiar weight shifting beside her — rafe, always a restless sleeper when work crawled too deep into his bones.

he sighed, heavy, and she reached for him without thinking. hand on his chest. grounding.

“can’t sleep?” she murmured, voice scratchy.

he didn’t open his eyes. “just thinking.”

“about?”

he paused. then, softer than she expected, “grayson’s speech therapy. emerson’s field trip. whether or not maggie swallowed that button yesterday.”

georgia huffed a laugh. “it was a cheerio.”

“still looked suspicious.”

her fingers curled into his t-shirt. she didn’t say it, but she’d been thinking about the same things. the way emerson had clung to her shirt that morning, whispering he didn’t want to go. the way maddie had started drawing pictures of them with sad faces and too many clouds.

the house was full of noise during the day, but in the stillness of night, the quiet echoed louder.

“do you think we’re doing okay?” she asked.

he turned his head, finally looking at her.

“you mean as parents?”

she nodded. “as… us.”

rafe didn’t answer right away. just slipped his hand beneath the blanket, found hers, laced their fingers together. his thumb brushed her knuckle.

“we’ve got four kids under six, gee. a whole legacy on our backs. a marriage everyone’s still waiting to see fall apart.”

“comforting,” she deadpanned.

“my point is,” he said, lips brushing her hair, “we’re still here. still trying. i think that counts for something.”

georgia bit the inside of her cheek. let herself breathe that in.

they didn’t talk much about love — not out loud. not in words. but it was in the way he watched her when she wasn’t looking. in the way she ironed his shirts even when she was mad at him. in the way they met in the hallway outside the kids’ room every morning like clockwork, both half-asleep, both somehow in sync.

she shifted closer, her leg sliding over his. “you’re getting soft in your old age.”

“twenty-nine is ancient,” he agreed.

“ancient and annoying.”

he leaned in, pressed his lips to her jaw. “but still hot.”

“debatable.”

they were quiet for a beat. the kind of silence that didn’t need filling.

then —

“grayson’s probably going to wake up soon,” she whispered.

“maggie’ll be next.”

“we’ve got maybe an hour.”

rafe’s hand moved up, warm against her spine. “then let’s make it count.”

she smiled into his chest. “no sex if you’re thinking about buttons again.”

“no promises.”

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by seven, the house was alive with sound. cereal hitting the floor. grayson crying over the wrong cup. maddie arguing with emerson about whether maggie could technically be considered her ‘baby’ if she didn’t do any of the work.

georgia handed rafe a coffee while balancing maggie on one hip and wiping banana off her sleeve.

“still think we’re doing okay?” she asked, raising a brow.

rafe looked around — at the mess, the noise, the absolute unraveling of any illusion of control.

then he looked at her. hair tied up, sleep still in her eyes, soft chaos curled into her like it belonged there.

“we’re doing perfect.”

and even with grayson screaming in the background, even with cheerios underfoot and a meeting in thirty minutes, georgia smiled.

because they were.

in their own way.

they really, really were.

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[drewswife]

rafe loves that your a bit of a bimbo

You were snuggled on Rafe's lap in his office while he worked. He'd asked you to wait, but you really wanted to be near him, and honestly, he looked pretty cute concentrating.

"And he was talking about how the whole thing costed 100k, which is fine but stupid," he said, gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

Tilting your head, your eyes narrowed slightly as you didn't quite follow what he was saying. Your fingers traced patterns on his scalp. "So he wanted the 100k why? Couldn't he get it himself?"

"No, sweetheart, the whole deal was he gave me 100k, and I take care of it," he explained, his lips curving into a smile as he spoke close to your ear.

"Huh? That doesn't make sense," you said, a little pout forming on your lips. Rafe noticed and gave you a quick kiss.

"Yes, it does because—" he continued, going back to explaining. You rested your head against his chest, a little confused by all the business talk. You honestly didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Okay, so does he want the money or not?" you asked, a little frustrated.

Rafe couldn't help it and burst out laughing, throwing his head back.

"What? Why, why are you laughing? Stop it!" you said, crossing your arms with a pout.

"I'm sorry, baby," he replied, kissing your cheek while still chuckling softly

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[stvolanis]

brothers best friend! Rafe who stroked his cock to the thought of the way you looked in your little bikini when he was at your house for your brother, spurting heavy ropes of cum when he remembered the way your boobs almost kept slipping out of your flimsy top, and the blush that coated your cheeks when you adjusted it—wondering if anyone saw, but of course, rafe did.

brothers best friend! Rafe who was supposed to be staying the night for your older brother, but somehow ended up finding himself in front of your cracked door, watching the way you rode your stuffed animal. He couldn’t seem to control himself as his hand slid into his boxers, whining, wishing it was him. His hand was pressed to his mouth as you played with your sensitive buds, afraid he’d moan too at the sight in front of him.

brothers best friend! Rafe who made sure to sit next to you at the dinner table. Laughing at your brothers sports jokes as he trailed a hand up your thigh. Your breath hitched as you felt him rub you through your panties, and suddenly you were happy you wore a skirt. Rafes cock was unbelievably hard, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you silly as he watched you lick some sauce off that had accidentally gotten on your finger.

brothers best friend! Rafe who tightly held his hand over your mouth after you’d gotten a little too loud from the way he pounded into your pussy mercilessly. His cock stretched you open, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout your girly room. Tears brimmed your eyes, but all you could do was clutch the sheets beneath you as his tip hit your cervix repeatedly.

brothers best friend! Rafe who had made you cum at least 3 times on his cock, the wetness on your bedsheets below you proof of his work. You were so fucked out, unable to form a coherent sentence—only able to moan Rafes name repeatedly. “Good girl, princess. Know it’s a lot, but you can give me another one, yeah?” He whispered softly in your ear as he lazily fucked into you still. Your pussy was beyond sensitive, and your nearly screamed as his hand came down to play with your clit—but you didn’t want to disappoint him. “Y-Yes, oh my god, Rafe!” You whimpered out. Rafe hummed in approval as your legs shook from overstimulation, but he didn’t let up. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered.

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[rafesbows]

ahh pls do rafe fingering reader who’s trying to tell him abt her day and every time she tries to speak he just curls inside of her bc he thinks it’s funny to watch her struggle to speak

you're curled up on rafe’s lap, tucked against his chest, trying your hardest to tell him about your day. you can feel the warmth of his palm resting on your thigh, fingers idly tracing circles against your skin, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary, he’s always touching you.

“so then i was—” your breath catches in your throat when his fingers dip between your legs, pushing past your panties without warning.

you shoot him a glare, shifting slightly in his lap, but he just smirks. “don’t stop, baby. you were saying?”

you huff, trying to focus, ignoring the way his fingers tease at your entrance. “i was saying—i was saying that—” your words falter as he pushes two fingers inside, slow and deliberate.

“yeah?” rafe murmurs, lips ghosting over your temple as he curls his fingers, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “what about it?”

you whimper, gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to stop him, but he just chuckles, thrusting his fingers deeper, fucking into you with a lazy rhythm.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he coos, “finish your story.”

you try. really, you do. but every time you open your mouth, he twists his fingers just right, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“what’s wrong?” rafe taunts, voice dripping with amusement. “you were talkin’ so much a second ago.”

your head drops against his shoulder, breathy whimpers slipping past your lips as his pace quickens. he’s enjoying this—watching you struggle, watching your body betray you.

“god, you’re cute,” he murmurs, voice laced with something almost affectionate. “so fuckin’ cute when you try to act like you’re not falling apart for me.”

you don’t even try to fight it anymore, letting your hips rock against his hand, chasing that high you know he’s more than happy to give you.

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