#rafe x you

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ a little dry humping never ruined a friendship.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. bsf!rafe x bsf!reader. dry humping, dirty talk & praise.

cherie's note — based off of this tweet!

your hips rolled against his like this was normal — like you weren't even thinking, and this was all just instinct. thighs straddling his lap, his large hands guiding your movements in rhythm with his. rafe's mouth was on you like he was starving — like he had anticipated this moment for years.

his back was slouched against his headboard, head tipped just enough for you to take what you wanted: sloppy kisses, open mouths, gasping against each other when the heat surged too fast. your lips slid against his like you owned them, tongue teasing until he groaned into you, that deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight to your core.

you could feel him under you — hot and hard through the thin material of his boxers, one of the only two things acting as a barrier in this moment— flimsy fabric, and a label you were dangerously close to ignoring.

best friends. nothing more.

"jesus," he muttered, breath ragged, hands gripping your waist with determination, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt like he needed to feel every inch of your skin. "you feel so good on me, baby."

a broken, throaty whine tore from your lips, raw and unrestrained, your chest rising and falling in frantic, shallow breaths. your eyes fluttered shut as your hips moved on their own, chasing friction like it was the only thing keeping you alive. every slow grind dragged your soaked panties across the thick, throbbing bulge straining against his boxers — each pass nudging your swollen clit with aimed precision. the wet heat between your thighs was unbearable, your need slick and shameless, seeping through the fabric that felt far too thin to separate you from what you really wanted.

"you're soaking through your panties... fuck, baby. you feel that?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes — his pupils blown wide, mouth swollen from kissing.

his words hung in the air, and for a second, the tension was almost suffocating. you could feel the heat creeping on your face, a mix of embarrassment and guilt. you swallowed hard, biting your lip to keep from responding too quickly, but your body couldn't lie.

"shut up," you whispered, your voice low, almost pleading. you didn't know if you were telling him to stop, or trying to distract yourself from the growing feeling in your stomach. but your hips still moved, still rocked, against the pressure of him beneath you, betraying every word you tried to say.

rafe smirked, but his eyes were still locked on you, unreadable — dangerous. "i'm hardly doing anything, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice rough, a little shaky. his hands glide against the skin of your waist, goosebumps rising in their path. "you're the one who can't stay still."

the taste of copper in your mouth was undeniable — teeth biting down on your bottom lip, hands gripping his shoulders in attempt of stability, trying to keep steady — trying desperately to keep yourself together. "you're one to talk — whose idea was it for me to sit in your lap, ray?"

rafe's gaze faltered down to where you were both pressed together, lips parting like he was going to say something, but he didn't. instead, he gripped your hips again, guiding your movements, slow and deliberate, just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

the pressure was building, slow and unbearable, like the air itself was too thick to breathe — suffocating. each grind of your hips against his sent a shock to your shaking body, tightening everything within you.

rafe's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling under you, his blue eyes half-lidded watching you with a hunger you couldn't ignore. "fuck, you're close, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with need, the words pulling something deep from within you.

"come on," rafe coaxed, his voice rough, low. "let go, baby. let me watch you come undone."

each roll of your hips made the pressure at your core spike higher, sharper. you were so close — until, finally, something snapped. the words sent a wave of heat crashing over you, the combination of his touch and his filthy praise pushing you to the edge. you gasped, nails digging into his chest, hips rutting harder against rafe, desperate for that release.

he lets out a sharp, unmistakable whimper, hot spurts of his own cum coating the soaked fabric of your lace panties, sticky strings of his release mixing with the wet mess between your folds.

for a moment, the air is thick with something undeniable — hot, heavy panting, chests heaving against one another as you both blink in astonishment, then break into soft, methodical laughter at the predicament you’ve found yourselves in.

"we're supposed to be—"

"friends?" he laughs, catching his breath, gaze flickering down towards where your messy cunt presses persistently against his crotch, "yeah, keep sitting on me like that and say it again."

[littlelamy]

could u do one where it’s like anxious reader and rafe going on a plane for spring break in like a priv island on the bahamas and reader gets anxious boarding and rafe is like helping her and talking to her softly abt all the fun things they will do there

you hate the walk up the steps the most. the hollow clink of metal underfoot, the heat off the tarmac baking your skin. your palms are already sweaty, clutching rafe’s hand too tight but he doesn’t mind. he just squeezes back, knuckles brushing yours as he leans in.

“almost there, baby,” he murmurs against your temple. his voice is so sweet, lazy like always, like nothing bad could possibly happen when he says it that way. “just a couple more steps and we’re in the pj.”

that’s the part that makes your stomach flip. in the air; no solid ground or escape hatch. you two (and a few on board staff) sealed in steel with your panic and a hundred what-ifs rattling around your skull like marbles in a jar.

you hesitate at the top of the stairs, eyes locked on the open cabin door, breath snagging.

“hey,” rafe says, gentle now. he tugs you to a stop, thumb rubbing lazy circles into your wrist. “look at me.” you do, barely. “you trust me?” his eyes are soft making you nod and gently smile.

“good.” he smiles back at you, easy and crooked. “then come with me. i promise you’re gonna like what’s waiting on the other side of this flight.” you listen, staring at his plump pink lips.

“just imagine it, yeah? white sand. clear water. no one there but us. i already booked the bungalow with the outdoor shower you like. and that place with the mango mojitos? we’re going every night.”

you sit down on one of the jet's couches, still gripping his hand like it’s the only tether you have.

“and you brought that black vs bikini,” he adds, smirking now. “don’t think i didn’t notice....you’re gonna kill me in that thing.”

you let out a breathy laugh, nerves still frayed but loosening thread by thread under his touch, his voice.

“you’ll be too distracted to think about turbulence,” he says, kissing your knuckles. “i’ll keep your mind busy.”

the plane hums to life beneath you. your heart jumps, but rafe doesn’t flinch, he just leans close and whispers—

“by the time we land, i’ll have you so ready for that beach, you’ll forget we ever left the ground.”

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

❛ YOU AND RAFE TAKE HONEY PACKETS BUT HE CAVES FIRST ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

“Okay, but you guys have to hear this,” Mia said, swirling her wine before taking a dramatic sip. “Last weekend, Aiden and I tried those aphrodisiac honeypacks—you know, the ones they’re always hyping up on TikTok? Holy shit, it was insane.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down on the table with a soft clink. “Insane how?” you asked, curiosity piqued. Beside you, Lila, who’d been scrolling her phone absentmindedly, perked up, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

Mia grinned, leaning forward like she was about to spill a state secret. “Okay, so you know those little packets you can get at sketchy gas stations or online? They’re like honey mixed with some herbal stuff—supposedly gets your blood pumping or whatever. We each took one, and I swear to God, within twenty minutes, we were clawing at each other like animals. I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like every touch felt electric, and I couldn’t think about anything except jumping him.”

Lila burst out laughing, her voice bright and sharp. “Oh my God, that’s fucking hot. Did you plan it, or just wing it?”

“Totally spontaneous,” Mia said, her cheeks flushing slightly—not from embarrassment, but from the memory. “We barely made it to the bedroom. I’m telling you, it’s like someone turned the dial up to eleven on every nerve in my body.”

You shifted in your seat, the wicker creaking beneath you, a slow heat creeping up your neck as you pictured it. Rafe flashed into your mind—his broad shoulders, the cocky tilt of his smirk, the way his hands felt when they gripped your hips.

You’d been dating him long enough to know he’d be game for something like this, but the thought of him losing control? That was a whole different level of intriguing.

“Wait,” you said, cutting through their giggles. “So it’s not just hype? It actually works?”

“Works?” Mia echoed, incredulous. “Babe, I’m saying it’s dangerous. Aiden was begging me to touch him by the end of the night, and he’s usually the one playing it cool. You should try it with Rafe. Bet he’d lose his mind.”

Lila nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, he totally would. Rafe’s got that whole ‘I’m in charge’ vibe, but I bet you could break him with this. Make it a game or something—see who caves first.”

You chewed your lip, the idea taking root like a seed in fertile soil. The thought of Rafe—your Rafe, all sharp edges and simmering intensity—reduced to a needy mess because of you? It sent a shiver down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the cooling evening air. “Okay,” you said slowly, a grin tugging at your lips. “I’m in. Next weekend.”

Mia clapped her hands together, delighted. “Yes! Report back. I need details.”

. . .

“Hey,” you said casually, tilting your head to look up at him. His blue eyes flicked down to meet yours, a faint smirk already playing on his lips like he knew you were up to something.

“What’s up, princess?” he drawled, his voice low and rough, the kind that always made your stomach flip.

You shifted, sitting up a little straighter, your knee brushing against his thigh. “So, Mia was telling me about this thing she tried with Aiden. Those aphrodisiac honeypacks—you heard of ‘em?”

Rafe’s smirk deepened, his brows lifting slightly. “Those horny honey things? Yeah, I’ve seen ‘em around. Why? You wanna get freaky?” He chuckled, but there was a spark in his eyes, a flicker of interest that told you he was already hooked.

“Maybe,” you teased, running your fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his T-shirt. “But I was thinking we make it fun. Like a game. We each take one, no touching allowed, and the first one to cave loses. Winner gets bragging rights—or whatever else they want.”

He tilted his head, studying you with that predatory glint he got when he was intrigued. “You think you can outlast me, huh?” His voice dropped an octave, thick with challenge. “Baby, I’m made of steel. You’re gonna be begging me to touch you in ten minutes flat.”

You laughed, the sound light but edged with defiance. “Oh, please. You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me half the time. I give it five minutes before you’re on your knees.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, his smirk turning into something darker, hungrier. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You’re on, sweetheart. Next weekend. But when I win, you’re gonna owe me big.”

The heat of his breath against your skin sent a thrill through you, but you pulled back, meeting his gaze with a wicked smile. “We’ll see about that.”

. . .

The following Saturday night, the air in Rafe’s bedroom was thick with anticipation. You sat cross-legged on his bed, the navy comforter rumpled beneath you, wearing nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts and a pair of lacy black panties. Rafe stood across the room, leaning against the dresser, shirtless in a pair of gray sweats that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad and tan, a faint sheen of sweat already glistening in the warm light.

On the nightstand sat two small golden packets, their shiny foil catching the glow of the lamp. You picked one up, turning it over in your hands, the weight of it surprisingly light for something that promised so much chaos. “Last chance to back out,” you said, smirking at him as you tore the corner open.

Rafe snorted, grabbing his own packet. “Not a chance. You’re going down, baby.” He ripped his open with his teeth, the gesture primal and a little too hot for your liking, and squeezed the thick, amber honey onto his tongue. You followed suit, the sweet, herbal taste coating your mouth, a faint warmth spreading down your throat as you swallowed.

For the first few minutes, it was all bravado. Rafe paced the room like a caged animal, cracking his knuckles, his smirk intact. “Feeling anything yet?” he asked, voice cocky as he flexed his arms, the muscles rippling under his skin.

You shrugged, playing it cool even as a subtle heat began to bloom in your chest. “Nope. You?”

He shook his head, but there was a tightness in his jaw, a slight flush creeping up his neck. “Nah.”

Ten minutes in, the air shifted. The warmth in your body intensified, sinking lower, pooling between your thighs. Your skin prickled, every brush of the T-shirt against your nipples sending a jolt through you. You shifted on the bed, pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the growing ache.

Across the room, Rafe stopped pacing. His breathing was heavier now, his chest rising and falling faster. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands sticking to his forehead, and when his eyes met yours, they were dark—pupils blown wide, a storm brewing behind them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. He leaned back against the dresser, gripping the edge so hard his knuckles whitened. “This shit’s no joke.”

You bit your lip, the sight of him unraveling doing dangerous things to you. “What’s wrong, Rafe? Cracking already?” Your voice was teasing, but it came out breathier than you intended, the need starting to seep through your composure.

He laughed, but it was strained, jagged. “You wish. I could bend you over right now and still win this.” But his hands stayed glued to the dresser, and his hips shifted—just a fraction, enough to tell you he was fighting the same war you were.

Fifteen minutes, and the room felt like a furnace. Your pulse hammered in your ears, your body screaming for contact. The air smelled of him—sweat and musk and that damn cologne—and it was driving you insane. You curled your fingers into the comforter, nails digging in as you watched Rafe.

He was a mess now, his sweats tented embarrassingly, his jaw clenched so tight you thought it might crack. His eyes raked over you, lingering on the way the T-shirt rode up your thighs, and he groaned—a low, guttural sound that hit you like a freight train.

“Goddamn it, baby,” he rasped, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re killing me. Just—fuck—just let me touch you. Please.”

You smirked, though it took everything in you to hold it together. “That sounds like caving, Rafe.”

He growled, stepping forward, then stopping himself, fists balled at his sides. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he panted, his voice raw, desperate. “Look at you, sitting there all smug. I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you? Bet you’re dying for it just as bad.”

He wasn’t wrong. Your thighs trembled, slickness pooling in your panties, but you weren’t about to admit it. “Guess you’ll never know unless you lose,” you shot back, voice shaking but defiant.

Twenty minutes, and Rafe snapped—or tried to. He crossed the room in two strides, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands hovering an inch from your thighs. “Fuck it,” he breathed, his voice wrecked. “I lose. I fucking lose, okay? Just—please, baby, I need you. I’m going crazy here.”

You tilted your head, savoring the power, the way he looked up at you like a man unhinged. “Not yet,” you said, voice low and deliberate, your hand reaching out to graze his cheek—just a featherlight touch, enough to make him shudder. “You can wait a little longer.”

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and pure torment flashing across his face. “You’re kidding,” he choked out, his hands twitching, aching to close the distance. “Baby, I’m dying here. You can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, I can,” you replied, leaning back on your elbows, letting the T-shirt ride up higher, exposing more of your thighs, the edge of your panties just visible. His gaze dropped, and he let out a strangled sound, his whole body tensing like a coiled spring. “You said you’re made of steel, right? Prove it.”

Twenty-five minutes, and Rafe was a wreck. He’d slumped back onto his heels, hands dragging through his hair, sweat dripping down his chest. His cock strained against his sweats, a dark spot forming where he was leaking, and his breathing was so ragged it sounded like he’d run a marathon. “You’re evil,” he muttered, voice hoarse, his eyes locked on you with a mix of reverence and desperation. “Fucking evil, you know that?”

You shifted again, letting one leg fall open slightly, giving him a glimpse that made his jaw drop. “Maybe,” you said, smirking. “But you love it.”

Thirty minutes, and he was begging—really begging. “Please, baby,” he whispered, crawling closer, his hands trembling as they hovered over your knees. “I can’t—I can’t do this anymore. I’ll do anything you want, just let me touch you. I’m fucking losing it.”

You held his gaze, letting the tension stretch one agonizing second longer, then nodded. “Okay,” you said softly, victorious. “You lose.”

. . .

His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard while his other hand kneaded the opposite side. The sensation—amplified by the honey packets still coursing through you—had you arching into him, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your nails dug into his scalp.

“Rafe—slow down,” you gasped, half-laughing, but he shook his head, his teeth grazing your skin as he moved lower, kissing and biting a frantic path down your stomach.

“No chance,” he growled, hooking his fingers into your panties and dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. He paused then, just for a second, staring at you—spread out, glistening, trembling—and the look in his eyes was feral, reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, before diving in.

His mouth was relentless, tongue plunging into you, lapping up every drop like he’d been starved for it. You screamed, hips bucking, but he pinned you down with an arm across your waist, his other hand spreading you wider for him. He sucked at your clit, hard and fast, then slow and teasing, every movement driving you higher, the aphrodisiac making it all too much, too good.

Your hands twisted in his hair, pulling hard, and he moaned against you, the vibration sending you spiraling.

“Rafe—oh God—I’m gonna—” You couldn’t finish the sentence before it hit, a blinding orgasm that had you shaking, clenching around nothing as he kept going, drawing it out until you were whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.

He pulled back, lips shiny, chest heaving, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like a man who’d just won the lottery. “You taste so fucking good,” he said, voice rough as he shoved his sweats down, freeing his cock—red, leaking, impossibly hard. He climbed onto the bed, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach with ease, pulling you up onto your knees.

“Been thinking about this for thirty fucking minutes,” he rasped, lining himself up and thrusting in deep in one brutal stroke. You cried out, the stretch overwhelming, perfect, your walls fluttering around him as he set a punishing pace. His hands gripped your hips so hard you knew you’d bruise, but you didn’t care—every slap of his skin against yours, every grunt and curse spilling from his lips, was worth it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, one hand sliding up your back to fist in your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you. “So perfect—shit, I’m not gonna last.”

“Don’t,” you managed, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. “Come for me, Rafe.”

He did—hard—his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a broken moan, his fingers digging into your skin. The feel of him, hot and pulsing, tipped you over again, a second wave crashing through you as you clenched around him, milking him dry.

He collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat, breathing like you’d run a race. His arm snaked around you, pulling you close, and he pressed a lazy kiss to your temple. “You’re a fucking sadist,” he muttered, but there was a grin in his voice. “Making me wait like that.”

You laughed, breathless, nuzzling into his chest. “Worth it, though, right?” “Fuck yeah,” he said, already sounding half-ready for round two. “But next time, I’m winning.”

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[rafeyscumangel]

༊·˚ Ditzydoll!reader showing Rafe how proud she is of him for staying clean for two weeks

a/n: had this idea for so long and finally wrote it 💞 having major writing block rn. I really wish more people were there for Rafe while he was literally struggling with a drug addiction.. and should i make a part two of this where it leads to soft sex ??

“I.” Kiss “Am.” Kiss “So.” Kiss “Proud.” Kiss “Of you!” You practically squealed before placing a whole bunch of kisses to all over Rafe’s face. Grin forming on your face as you felt his grin against your cheek. Your manicured hand holding his head in place.

Rafe chuckled, attempting to ignore how his insides were doing backlfips at your actions. His hands resting on your hips ‘n rubbing soft circles along the skin of your thigh while you sat up on the counter. “‘S only two weeks baby.” He murmurs, attempting to downplay his progress, which in his mind, truly wasn’t the biggest deal.

You gasp at his words, instantly pulling away from his face as you bit your cheek. Giving him an un approving look as you shook your head ‘no’.

“Two weeks is a big deal!” You scolded, your hands falling down from his face to rub and down his chest. “Think of how much coke you used to do.” You hummed as you straightened his shirt out. “It was practically everyday.”

You sighed as you finished straightening his shirt out, looking back up at Rafe.

You smiled softly at the sight that awaited that made your heart speed up. Rafe looking at you with a softness reserved only for you, his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled genuinely. A smile also reserved for you only.

Rafe hummed, right hand coming up to brush some of your hair out of your face. His touch feather light. “You think so?” He asked, tone quiet as he soaked in the peace of the moment.

“Know so.” You grinned, Your words soft and confident before you wrapped your arms around Rafe and placed your lips to his. His own arms circling around your waist while he returned the kiss. Hand running soothingly up and down the length of your back.

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

Rafe taglist; @rafestoothbrush

[moondustbaby]

Built From Love pt.2

Blue Collar!Rafe Cameron x SAHM! Reader

cw: smut but nothing too crazy lmao

mdni 18+

Summary: Rafe comes home from a long day running his construction company to his wife and their two kids, soaking in the warmth of their chaotic, love-filled home. Later that night, after the kids are asleep, he reminds her just how much he’s missed her.

Part 1

⸻

His hands were already under my sweatshirt, rough palms skating up my sides like he needed to feel every inch of me. The second my leggings hit the floor, his mouth followed, kissing along my inner thigh with a low groan.

“I think about this all damn day,” he murmured, voice low and gritty, beard scraping my skin. “You, sittin’ at home, lookin’ like this, waitin’ for me to come back and ruin you.”

I whimpered, head dropping back against the wall as he spread my thighs wider, sinking to his knees in front of the dryer like it was an altar—and I was something holy.

“Rafe,” I whispered, hands tangling in his hair.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, kissing me once, slow and filthy, right where I needed him.

His tongue moved with purpose, not slow or teasing—he knew what I liked, what made me tremble, what had me gasping his name before I could stop myself. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to hold me steady as my hips rolled against his mouth, desperate and greedy.

I came like that, with his name in my throat and his scruff rubbing my skin raw in the best way.

He stood after, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark as he unbuckled his belt. I reached for him, pulling his jeans down enough to free him, both of us too eager to waste time. He kissed me again, this time with no space between us, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other lined himself up.

The stretch made my jaw drop, and Rafe grunted against my mouth, pressing in slow, steady, deep.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned. “So tight… always so fuckin’ tight.”

My legs wrapped around his waist as he started to move, each thrust dragging a moan from my chest. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the quiet laundry room, the rhythm getting faster, rougher, until I was clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growled, lips brushing my ear. “Mother of my kids. My fuckin’ wife. Look at you.”

I couldn’t look—I was too far gone, too close, clenching around him as he fucked into me like he couldn’t get deep enough.

“Come on, mama,” he rasped, thumb circling my clit. “Wanna feel you.”

That did it.

My whole body locked, head falling forward against his shoulder as I came hard, thighs shaking. He wasn’t far behind—one more thrust and he was groaning my name, hips stuttering as he came deep inside me.

He held me there for a long minute, both of us breathless and boneless, chest to chest.

Then he kissed my forehead and muttered with a crooked grin, “Guess I gotta do more late-night loads of laundry.”

A/N: Part twooo, also first smut that i’m posting so lmk what you all think ☺️

[rafesangelita]

imagining rafe finding out another man been buying things for reader and him losing it

warnings: dealer!rafe, jealousy/possessiveness, unprotected sex, rough handling, choking, arguing, mentions of sex work/stripping, slight dumbification

a/n: thank you so much for this request anon!! i had a similar prompt to this one but i wasn’t sure how to word it lol. join my private community today for girly advice and talks! let me know if you’d like an invitation ♡

it was subtle at first— rafe would see you waltz into barry’s trailer late at night with a brand new pair of pleasers, leaving behind a trail of perfume that wasn’t your signature scent. you were getting your hair done more often, even your nails started changing more frequently. he really took notice one day when barry had left to go run some errands, foolishly leaving you two alone together. rafe had your knees pressed into your chest, your pretty pedicured feet rocking with each of his thrusts as the pendant on your anklet glittered underneath the dim lighting of your room, the small detail instantly catching rafe’s attention.

he looked down at the little thing, a silver playboy bunny charm dangling from the dainty chain. “h-hey, when did you get this?” he cursed under his breath, pressing a kiss to the back of your calf as you cried out from the feeling of his pubic bone slamming down on your sensitive bud. your heart dropped at the question, your cheeks heating as rafe fixed his eyes on your face. “oh, nothing! s’just a little gift one of my regulars got for me..” you moaned, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as rafe’s jaw clenched.

he was definitely mad now.

picking up his pace, he reached down and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. “what the fuck do you mean one of your ‘regulars’ are you fucking this guy?” rafe was livid, considering he had already told you he wanted you to quit dancing at the club since he pretty much funded you and bought you whatever you wanted without hesitation. attempting to get out of his grip, rafe only tightened his hold on your face, his eyebrows pinching together as you struggled to find your words. “hmphh— no! r-rafe, i’m not fucking him!”

he swallowed thickly, letting go of your cheeks only to wrap his hand around your throat instead. “so why is he buying you gifts and shit?” rafe said through gritted teeth, “what is he getting you that i can’t?” you knew rafe was just mad because he felt threatened, the thought of another man spoiling you and making you happy with their money instead of his pissed him off like no other. “he just puts some extra money in my pocket, that’s all.. plus a little bit of interest..” you looked over at your vintage purse collection, rafe following your line of vision.

what used to be like six bags sitting in the corner of your room, had now grown into an easy twenty, the evidence of your claims making him pull out of you with a hiss. “you’re fucking joking, y/n. you’re letting another man buy his way with you?” you couldn’t help but feel exposed, rafe’s demeaning tone making you want to curl in on yourself. “i’m not letting anyone ‘buy’ their way with me, asshole. except you, but clearly i’m sooo wrong for that.” you scoffed, pulling your sheets over yourself to hide your body from rafe’s view.

“i didn’t say you were wrong for that, you dummy. what i’m mad about is the fact that you’re still working at pink sugar when i told you to leave that place a long ass time ago. why are you still there?” rafe was quick to get his boxers back on, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as he plopped down at the edge of your bed. “instead of questioning me, you should ask barry why he hasn’t moved us out of this shit hole yet,” you sat up against the wall, “you and barry make all of this money but we’re still in the same spot! i do what i do so that i can get out of this fucking trailer, rafe.”

you were right, and rafe knew it. as much as he had been telling your brother to at least get a nicer place for y’all, your brother always put the money back into his pawn shop where it barely made any profit. rafe looked back at you, a mix of both sadness and irritation written all over your face. “if a man is buying me gifts and giving me money, essentially allowing me to get out of my situation, then i’m going to do what i have to do. the gifts are just tokens of appreciation for my time. and no, i’m not having sex with this guy. he’s a lonely loser who makes way too much money for himself who just wants to blow it. i’m not gonna say no to that.”

rafe listened to you carefully, his hard gaze softening as he reached out to stroke your legs under your sheets. “look.. i want you to pack your stuff and stay with me then. if you let me take care of you— not just spoil you and buy you stuff, but really let me cover everything, you know i’ll do it. you’ll be out of this trailer and you could leave the club for good, i don’t want none of this dancing shit keeping you from me anymore.” your heart was racing in your chest, everything you’ve ever wanted now offering itself to you at your feet. “but what about barry?” you sighed, allowing rafe to come up and wrap his arms around your shoulders.

“he’ll get over it, babe. i’m sure he’ll be more thankful than anything to know that you’re not in that environment anymore. you know your brother is a simple dude, all he needs is this trailer and a cold case of beers in the fridge and he’s happy.” you laughed softly at his words, your cheek resting against his chest. “i promise i’ll make him fix up the trailer so you don’t have to worry about him over here. i’ll clear out the yard and install a new ac unit if it makes you feel better, does that sound good?” you nodded, pressing a kiss to rafe’s knuckles. “yes, please. he’s too stubborn do it himself.”

[sweetlolita666]

Dilf!rafe and size kink

TW; squirting, size kink, manhandaling, dominance, use of daddy, anal penetration ,vaginal penetration, breeding kink, chocking, hair pulling , over stimulation ,praising kink,degradation kink etc

You were laying on top of Rafe, all spread out, with you back to his chest and your legs bent outwards while he pounded his thick cock into your already abused and swollen pussy “d-daddy! Please I c-can’t- no more!” you managed to cry out, but that only made rafe slap your clit and grip your hair harder, pulling your head back, making your back arch even more, you were completely stretched out for rafe to use “shut up, look how well your tiny pussy is taking my cock” a white ring of cream appeared at the bottom of his dick from your three earlier orgasms “such a whore for daddy, just a tight hole for me to use” he moaned out gripping your throat harder.

All you saw were black specks as your eyes rolled at the back of your head and you gripped his forearm that was chocking you harder “fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum” you screamed out, your voice hoarse from fucking for hours straight, your legs shaking and clit pulsating.

“Not yet” Rafe drilled his thick pipe into your hole harder, hitting that spongy spot at the end of you cunt repeatedly, “please, please daddy, use me” you moaned out desperately wanting him to break you.

Suddenly he pulled out of you making you turn your head at him with cum on your face from him face-fucking you before and tears in your eyes, “what are you d-doing, d-daddy please” a hiccup escaped your lips as you pleaded for him to fuck you “don’t worry baby, I just wanna feel all your holes” he grinned as you winded your eyes. Lifting your ass and arching your back more he stuffed his cock into your tight ass hole. The pain mixed with pleasure, had your eyes rolling at the back of your head once again, as a high pitched moan escaped your pouted lips “oh my fucking god, that’s it daddy, fuck me” at that Rafe started aggressively pumping you full of his cock inside your ass .

“fuck, gripping me so nice” your tits bounced up and down at his rapid pace as you chocked out moans while sobbing “your dick is so good daddy!” You sobbed more, lightheaded from his pipe drilling inside of you, feeling him inside your guts.

Suddenly a scream escaped your mouth as his fingers settled on your swollen clit and grunting loudly Rafe started rubbing on your red bud. Rafe moaned out as he abused your hole and rubbed faster your clit, high pitched broken moans coming from you on top of him “fuck don’t s-stop, I’m gonna cum!”

You screamed out as fireworks exploded in your vision, your pussy gripping him like a vice as he hissed and finally your belly snapped and you screamed out as clear liquid drenched your thighs and his cock. Moaning he rode you through your high as he pumped your ass full of his cum “fuckkk, let me pump you full of my cum” you whined “please daddy need your cum” your hole milked him dry as you slumped against him, body shaking.

“such a good girl”

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[lolasangelz]

georgia's birthday

w/c: 427

a/n: ive wrote 5 fics today to be scheduled... also im done my girl math gigi is like 28 in this (and has 4 kids 😬)

rafe is mullet daddy in this

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

georgia woke up to silence. which, in a house with four kids, was suspicious.

she blinked, stretched, then turned toward rafe’s side of the bed.

empty.

a note sat on the pillow in his handwriting - barely legible, all loops and smudges.

“don’t come downstairs yet. wear something soft. love you.”

she smiled. okay. so maybe today wouldn’t be like every other day.

she pulled on one of his old t-shirts - the one she always slept in - and wandered to the bathroom. there were fresh flowers on the counter.

and then- a knock.

emerson’s voice came through the door, whisper-screaming.

“mama, can we come in now? it’s time.”

she opened the door and was instantly surrounded. tiny hands, loud voices, a blur of bunny slippers and wild bed hair.

“we made you breakfast!” maddie grinned. “daddy made the pancakes but i did the whipped cream.”

“i put the sprinkles,” grayson added.

“mama me help!,” maggie said proudly, chocolate already on her chin.

rafe stood in the hallway behind them. soft-eyed, messy-haired. holding a tray.

“it’s not gourmet,” he said, handing it over.

on the tray: pancakes stacked a little too high, strawberries cut into crooked hearts, black coffee, a single candle already half-melted.

“they wanted to sing,” he added.

so they did. loudly. out of sync. maggie tried to eat the candle wax.

gigi sat on the edge of the bed and laughed until she cried.

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

the rest of the day was simple. breakfast turned into cartoons, then into a lazy late-morning walk. the kids raced ahead. rafe and gigi walked behind, fingers brushing, talking about nothing.

he kept looking at her like she was something rare. something he was still learning how to hold.

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

later that night, after bath time and bedtime books and three separate rounds of “i need water,” the house was finally quiet.

gigi stood by the window, brushing her hair out. the breeze was warm, and her eyes felt heavy in the best way.

rafe came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist.

“happy birthday,” he whispered into her neck.

“you already said that.”

“i know. say it again anyway.”

she turned in his arms and looked up at him.

“this was the best one,” she said honestly. “even though it was… small.”

“small’s good,” he murmured. “i like the quiet ones. just us.”

"just wait a few years for your 30th"

"it's like 2 years away"

she leaned in, kissed him. slow. sleepy. warm.

“you’re getting soft,” she teased.

“i’ve always been soft for you.”

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

[cherrygirlfriend]

Hiii darling, I was thinking about how reader loves to give nerd!rafe a boner in the most inappropriate times just to see how red and nervous he gets

three times when perv!reader got nerd!rafe hard at inappropriate moments. 18+

thank you for the request!! i hope you enjoy love <3 btw, i’m starting a taglist for rafe! feel free to lmk by comment or dm if you want to be added!!

⭑.ᐟ rafe and you were sitting in the school cafeteria, your lips pursed as you watched your crush eat, talking in between swallows about a new game he’d stayed up to play for the entire night. you nodded along, even though you really had no clue what he was talking about. it didn’t really matter; rafe always looked so cute when he started rambling about his interests.

“it’s such a scary and immersive experience, and the ghosts are different types! some of them are actually based on japanese folklore like oni, onryo, obake… you can also play it with your friends, and i think we should really do that. i have a ps5 in my dorm and you could play it on that while i play on my pc.” rafe mumbled excitedly before he turned to look at you, his brows furrowing when he realized that you’d been staring at him, “is… is there something on my face?”

“no. i just think you’re cute.” you said nonchalantly, placing your hand on his upper thigh, the boy’s eyes widening and a pink tint slowly starting to appear on his cheeks. rafe looked away to hide his flushing face, but as you squeezed your thigh, you couldn’t help but look down and notice him hardening. “we should totally play it together.

⭑.ᐟ after five months of being together, you decided to introduce rafe to your parents, the boy now sitting at your dinner table. he looked adorable, wearing a dark blue sweater vest over a button-down, dressed like he was going to church instead of your home.

“i’ve gotta say, rafe, you’re not like most guys my daughter brings home.” your father crossed his hands, his shoulders resting against the dining table. “dad!” you chided in embarrassment, feeling your face turn hot. “what, sweetheart? it’s true. most of the boys you’ve brought home to meet us have been the type of boys no man wants within five feet of their baby girl.”

“well, i’m not a baby anymore.” you mumble, your lips turned down into a pout while rafe lets out a small chuckle next to you. his hand moves to take yours under the table, intertwining your fingers, your pout turning into a small smile, “don’t worry, sir. i intend to take good care of your daughter.”

after dinner, rafe had insisted on doing the dishes, earning a delighted, clearly approving look from your mother. as your boyfriend stood at the sink, you couldn’t help but approach him from behind, your arms wrapping around his torso, turning your head so your cheek was against his back. “you know, my parents really like you.”

“mmhm, you think so?” he hummed, his muscular back warm against your cheek as he continued doing the dishes. “that’s good.”

“no it’s not.” you pouted, “it means we’ll have to break up.”

at your words, your boyfriend turned around in your arms and you looked up at him, “we have to break up because your parents like me?” rafe asked, his hands wet and soapy and a dumbfounded look on his face, “yeah. i can’t have a boyfriend that my parents like.” you grinned mischievously, pressing a small peck on his lips. “you’re impossible.”

“mmhm. how impossible am i?” you asked, pressing yourself into him, rafe letting out a low whine, “angel, we’re at your parents’ place.”

“i’m well aware.” you bit down on your lower lip and pressed yourself into him again, another whine leaving rafe’s lips as he closed his eyes, and you could feel him starting to get hard, his growing erection pressing against your leg. but when you did it for the third time, rafe let out a whimper and you knew you had him hooked, “wanna make my parents like you a little less and sneak into my old room?”

⭑.ᐟ if there was something that could bore you to death, it would be history class. you sat with your friends, simply admiring your boyfriend’s side profile, rafe choosing to sit a few rows ahead of you because he knew if he sat next to you, you’d never let him get anything done; you were never too good at paying attention in class, but it definitely helped to be dating the smartest guy who was meticulous about his notes and more than willing to share them with his girlfriend.

you leaned your head on your hand, a small smile on your face as you watched him, scribbling notes into his notebook, his glasses close to falling off his nose; you’d asked him once why he just didn’t use a laptop, and he’d told you writing via hand helped him remember better. it was so adorable.

you took out your phone, hiding it out of view from the professor, but as you glanced at rafe, you couldn’t help but want to tease him.

going into the hidden folder of your photo gallery, you scrolled through it a bit until you found a picture of yourself taken in the shower; or more like, a picture of your tits, your bare chest soaped up, the picture cropped so you could only see your pouty lips, your arm covering your nipples.

you shared it to the contact ‘my love ♡’ along with the message ‘bored :((’, and when the screen said that it was delivered, you watched the screen of rafe’s phone lit up. discreetly, he put down his pen and grabbed the phone.

delivered turned into read, and within seconds, his phone was face down on the desk, and rafe whipped his head to look at you, his cheeks red and eyes wide; you simply blew him a kiss.

when rafe turned back around to face the professor, though, you couldn’t help the grin that took over your face when you noticed him adjusting his pants at the crotch before going back to taking notes.

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[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ cherie's milestone celebration!

hihi! thank you all for so much love and support, it baffles me that anybody is interested in the stuff i write, and is willing to stick around for more. so grateful i get to share my writings so vulnerably and i can have others enjoy my creations. thank you from the bottom of my heart, i appreciate every single one of you! <3

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RAFE CAMERON

rafe fucking his cum back into you.

rafe & his gamer girlfriend.

his fav position so he can watch your tits bounce & where you both connect.

there’s nothing he loves more than making you a squirming mess.

poor guy couldn't even make it home before pouncing on you. :(

throat training his favourite girl. <3

the kinds of videos in his phone.

BSF!RAFE

eating you out & making you squirm after he accidentally yells at you.

clinging to anything for stability while rafe fucks you, and it just happens to be the teddy bear your ex-boyfriend gifted!

it's not wrong if he doesn't stick it in, right?

FRAT!RAFE

shoving your face against the mattress of his grungy dorm room.

quickie in his truck (the snapback stays on during sex).

STEPBRO!RAFE

rafe loves playing with your pussy almost as much as he loves actual sex.

testing the waters with his sweet little stepsis.

absolutely adores that tiny excuse of a skirt, gives him easy access. continued.

trying to keep you quiet while your family's home + size kink.

helping each other get off.

cumming against your clothed, soaking slit.

he catches you fucking yourself, so he'll met you halfway and spare you the work.

needs to have his hands on you whenever he feels like.

first time home alone together.

POGUE!RAFE

taking care of his good girl. <3

loves being in control and making you take it.

size kink.

[littlelamy]

“do we have enough pastel sprinkles?” you asked, peering into the mason jar. a smear of flour streaked your cheek, and your shirt—one of rafe’s oversized button-ups you’d stolen and tied at the waist—was already dusted in powdered sugar and smudged with vanilla.

“babe,” rafe drawled, one hand braced on the counter beside you, the other finding your waist with practiced ease, “you bought four bags. unless you’re planning to baptize the whole island in sprinkles, i think we’re good.”

you scrunched your nose at him. “i just want it to look nice.”

“oh, totally,” he smirked, dragging a finger through the cookie dough just to lick it slow, lazy. “you think Jesus cares if the frosting’s piped crooked?”

you reached for his hand, smacking it lightly. “blasphemy,” you whispered in mock horror, though your smile betrayed you.

“hey,” he leaned in, pressing his flour-dusted forehead to yours. “he is risen, babe. that’s the point. nobody’s judging your bunnies.”

“except ward,” you laughed softly, melting a little at the familiar smell of sugar and warm dough rising in the oven and the fresh spring breeze pushing through the cracked window above the sink.

you heard the patio door creak as ward’s deep voice called something from the yard—he was laughing, probably at sarah tripping over her long sundress chasing wheezie with a jellybean basket. you leaned your head against rafe’s shoulder, just for a second.

“i like when your dad and family are happy,” you said.

rafe didn’t say anything for a moment, just reaches down and slipped both arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. “you make everything feel easy,” he said into your hair.

then—like a switch—he suddenly swiveled you around, pinning you gently between the counter and his chest, mischief glittering in those ocean blue eyes. “but seriously, if i frost one more bunny i’m gonna lose my mind.”

you laughed, breath puffing against his neck. “we only have three dozen more.”

“oh my god,” he buried his face into your neck and groaned. “kill me now.”

“you just said Jesus is risen...you're not allowed to ask for death on easter.”

“well…” he trailed kisses up your throat, “…i could rise too, but that’d be a different kind of sunday celebration.”

“rafe!" you say, slapping his arm gently, "don't be dirty."

he grinned devilishly, but it softened when he saw the fluster of your cheeks. “okay, okay. let’s finish your holy cookies.”

you dipped a finger in the pale yellow buttercream, smearing it on his mouth.

“that’s what you get for being dirty.” he kisses you anyway, frosting and all.

notes: happy easter! ✟

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

vocal rafe, i need rafe whimpering and moaning.

❛ YOU TURNED RAFE INTO A WHIMPERING MESS ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

You’re straddling Rafe, your thighs clamped around his hips, his body sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled beneath him. The room’s dim, just a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds, illuminating the sweat beading on his skin. His chest heaves, muscles taut, and his hands grip your thighs with a desperation that makes your breath hitch. His fingers dig in, almost bruising, like he’s terrified you’ll slip away. You’re trying to be in control, but the way he’s stretching you, hot and thick, is making it near impossible to stay composed.

You roll your hips slow, torturously, and Rafe’s head snaps back, a loud, broken groan ripping from his throat. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, voice trembling, already unraveling. His lips are parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy, locked on you like you’re his entire world. “Please—shit, you feel so good.” His voice cracks, raw and needy, and it sends a jolt straight to your core.

You lean forward, hands braced on his chest, nails scraping his skin just enough to make him shudder. “Already begging?” you murmur, aiming for snarky, but your voice betrays you, shaky with how good he feels. You want to tease him, want to make him squirm, but the pleasure’s too intense, coiling tight in your belly. You grind down harder, and Rafe lets out a sound that’s half-moan, half-whimper, so loud it fills the room.

“Goddamn,” he chokes, hands sliding up to your waist, clutching you like he’s drowning. “Can’t—fuck, I can’t take it. You’re too much.” His hips jerk up, sloppy and desperate, chasing you as you lift and sink back down, taking him deeper. Another high-pitched whimper spills from him, his head thrashing against the pillow, and it’s driving you wild, how he’s falling apart so completely.

You try to smirk, try to hold onto that control. “Look at you,” you breathe, but the words come out more moan than taunt, because he’s hitting every spot inside you, making your thighs shake. “So fucking needy, Rafe.” He groans again, louder, his hands roaming now—your hips, your ass, your back—like he needs to touch every inch of you to survive.

“Please, baby,” he whines, voice high and wrecked, eyes fluttering as he stares up at you. “Need you so bad—fuck, I’m obsessed with you. Just—don’t stop, please.” The way he’s begging, so unashamed, makes your head spin. You lean down, kissing him hard, messy, all tongue and teeth, and he moans into your mouth, needy and unrestrained, his hands pulling you closer like he can’t get enough.

You pull back, sitting up to ride him faster, the bedframe groaning under the force. Rafe’s a mess, his moans turning into a desperate chant of “fuck” and “baby” and “please,” each sound louder, more frantic. His hands are everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples, sending sparks through you. “Need you,” he gasps, voice breaking, hips bucking wildly now, no rhythm, just pure desperation. “Can’t—shit, can’t fuckin’ live without you.”

You want to tease him again, want to call him out for being so damn loud, but you’re too far gone, the pleasure building too fast. “Rafe,” you moan, nails digging into his chest as you grind against him, chasing that edge. He lets out a choked sob, his eyes wild, pupils blown, and grabs your wrists, pulling you down so your foreheads touch.

“Baby, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna come,” he whimpers, voice raw and trembling, his hands shaking as they clutch you. “Please, let me—need to feel you.” His words, his neediness, the way he’s completely at your mercy—it’s too much. Your orgasm crashes through you, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you clench around him, shuddering.

Rafe’s right there with you, his back arching, a loud, desperate moan spilling out as he comes, his grip on you bruising. “Fuck, baby,” he gasps, over and over, his body trembling as he rides it out, still making soft, needy sounds, even as you both collapse, panting, sweaty, spent.

You slump onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you instantly, still shaking, still clinging like you’re his lifeline. He’s murmuring into your hair, barely coherent— “so good, so fuckin’ perfect”—his voice hoarse, wrecked. You try to muster something snarky, but all you manage is a breathless, “Oh my god,” your body still humming.

He huffs a weak laugh, that cocky edge barely creeping back. “Told you I need you,” he mutters, lips brushing your skin, still needy, still obsessed. You don’t argue, too blissed out, feeling him soften inside you but still holding you like he’ll never let go.

𓂅 notes ― i need vocal rafe.

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[xoxochb]

soft/girl dad! rafe I love you this will cure my baby fever

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“give her your finger back!”

“what— no, she bit me!”

you throw a pointed look towards rafe and scoop your baby into your arms. she had begun to let out soft, barely audible cries after he had taken his finger out of her mouth. she did not like that very much.

“here, my love.”

you seat the baby on your tummy with her back against your thighs. from here, you let her gnaw on your finger now to soothe her cries. they turn into quiet hiccups gradually. you exhale when she is content.

“she’s dramatic.” rafe pokes her tiny head. you slap his hand lightly.

“she’s not dramatic, she has big feelings,” you correct. you place a kiss to the spot he had poked.

“she’s six months old how big could her feelings possibly be?”

“well—” you ponder. “well she’s only a baby and you have to be nice.”

rafe smirks and lays back against the bed, hands behind his head. “I am nice.”

“you upset her. say sorry to her.”

you remove your finger from the infant’s mouth and hold her out to her father. he takes her from your hold and lays her along his torso. his mouth finds her head in a feather-light kiss.

the baby’s tiny hands reach for his face as she babbles incoherently, a smile wide gracing her lips.

“look, she’s smiling, I am nice.”

your face is unamused. “okay.”

rafe brings the baby’s head back to his lips twice more. she begins to giggle at the affection.

“don’t get her too riled up, she has to take a nap soon.”

“she’ll be fine.” he ignores your words and continues playing with the child.

you sigh and slide downwards to rest on your side. you tuck your hands beneath the side of your head and admire the scene unfolding before you. a smile appears over your mouth. you bite down on your bottom lip.

you slide in closer to your husband and your child until deemed physically impossibly to go any farther. you allow your head to rest upon rafe’s shoulder. the baby squeals when you reach her line of sight, one of her tiny hands finding your face as well. you place a kiss to her little fist.

and not much to your surprise, with the stimulation of both her father and mother playing with her she was unable to nap that afternoon.

[rafesheaven]

meeting handyman!rafe for the first time ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

warnings — handyman!rafe being a lil perv, suggestive, icky/sleazy behavior, no real smut in this one ! a/n — reupload from prev. blog (originally posted 8/18)

꒰ — handyman!rafe m.list ꒱

the keys on his belt loop jingled as he made his way to apartment 4B, chewing on tobacco, and muttering something along the lines that today was supposed to be his day off. his fist made contact with the door, briefly knocking but there was no answer.

his patience starts to wear thin, his boot thumping against the floor as he knocks harder. just as he turns around, ready to walk away, he hears the sweet sound of your voice, “hello?”

rafe turns around, his eyes raking your body, you looked just about the sweetest thing he’s laid his eyes on. his eyes shamelessly raked up and down your figure, noticing your nipples poking through the thin material of the oversized shirt you had on, and your hair was in a messy bun. “sorry I didn’t answer sooner, i just woke up,” you sighed, trying to rub the sleep away from your eyes.

he smirked at your sweet and innocent demeanor, “s’not a problem, doll face. i was sent to fix an issue you’re having with the sink.” you didn’t say a word, your face burning from the nickname, “you gonna let me in?”

“oh...right, sorry,” you ushered an apology, stepping aside to let him into the apartment. you shut the door behind him, “kitchen or bathroom?” he questions. you turn to face him, and it wasn’t until now that he realized how small you were compared to him. his cock stiffened in his jeans at the sight of your big, doe eyes looked up at him, “huh?”

“the sink,” his voice was gruff, and you felt a shiver run up your spine as he stared down at you, “oh, um, the bathroom." he looked at you expectantly, and you realized you had to show him where your bathroom was, muttering another apology under your breath.

as you led him to the bathroom, his eyes were glued to the hem of your shirt. he could tell you from the way your shirt rested a little below the curves of your ass that you had nothing on under but a pair of panties.

he stepped into the bathroom, groaning to himself lightly at the intoxicating yet sweet smell of your body wash flooding his nose. his toolbox clanks against the cool tile floor as he set it down, “what’s the issue you’re havin’?” he murmured.

you frown, “it keeps leaking; i had to remove everything from the cabinet. i can’t even use the sink without water getting everywhere." rafe’s eyes were glued to your soft lips, watching them move as you rambled, and all he could think about is stuffing your mouth full with his cock, “you’re ramblin’, doll face.”

you squeak out an apology, your face burning from embarrassment, “do you think you could show me the problem?” he gestures to the sink, and you nod compliantly, moving past him to open the cabinet under the sink.

rafe knew what the problem was based on what you described and from the maintenance ticket he received, but that wasn’t stopping him from wanting to see you on your knees, bent over. you could feel his gaze on you but don’t think much of it as you bend over.

“where is the leaking comin’ from?” he grumbled as he stood behind you. “here," you pointed, turning your head to look back at him. he pointed his flashlight towards the pipe, squinting his eyes as if he couldn't see a damn thing, “where?”

when you leaned forward more to show him where the leaking came from, your shirt rode up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the baby pink lace panties adorning your flesh. “do you see it?” your saccharine-like voice rang through his ears, still facing away from him.

he licked his lips, eyes locked on the delicate panties around your hips, “mhm, i see what i was lookin’ for, doll face. s'nothing i can't handle.”

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[rafesangelita]

so anyway I was thinking about something about bitchy!Kook!reader (since she's my ultimate favorite)

maybe rafe has gifted her a promise ring at some point in their relationship, and despite all their highs and lows, even in their worst nights, she has NEVER taken it off

and maybe they are in a heated argument and they're mad at each other (but not broken up, just mad) and they are attending a party and he notices that she isn't wearing it, so he loses his absolute shit and drags her somewhere, making a scene and telling her how much he cares about her (in his own way, ofc) and how hurt he is until she simply smirks and tells him that she's taken it off because she's getting it cleaned up

-🦉

warnings: arguing, slight angst, light fluff

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“can you fix your face? ‘at least try to act like you want to be here with me right now?” rafe whispered in your ear, a slight pinch of irritation lacing his tone. you swallowed thickly, flashing him a glare as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so he wouldn’t draw any unnecessary attention towards you two. “i told you i wanted to leave a long time ago and instead of wrapping things up, you disappeared for another drink. i’ve been sitting here on this couch with you for over two hours now, listening to your idiot friends talk about their latest escapades. how about you fix your fucking face?”

rafe looked around to make sure no one caught any of the words that just left your mouth, his jaw clenching as he gripped you by the back of your neck. “is that how you’re gonna act right now? that’s what we’re doing?” at this, you trailed a hand down rafe’s stomach, your nails digging into his flesh hard enough to make him hiss and let go of you. “grab me like that again and i’ll leave your ass in front of everybody.” rafe knew that wasn’t an empty threat, considering you’ve already done it before and topper still hasn’t let him live the embarrassment down.

rafe gave you a curt nod, his eyes raking down your form before they rested on your bare fingers. “what the fuck?” he spoke out loud, the group conversation coming to a halt. without another word, rafe got up, dragging you along with him as he guided you two outside to his truck. “oh, now you wanna go home?” you scoffed, managing to pull away from him before he hoisted you into the passenger’s seat, his body wedged between the door as he took ahold of your hands. “i know we’ve been fighting a lot recently, and i’m sure we get on each other’s nerves all the time, but taking off your ring? are you fucking serious?”

your eyebrows knitted in confusion, your mouth barely opening before rafe started going on a rampage. “i bought you that ring to uphold a promise to you, y/n, and i’ve kept it. through all of our bullshit, through all of our problems, through damn near everything; you’ve never taken that ring off. even when we were close to leaving each other once and for all, you were still wearing it. that ring saved us, and now? you’re just giving up like that?” rafe sounded pained, his voice dropping slightly as his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. “rafe—” you tried to interject again, but still he continued.

“i love you, and i know i fucking suck at showing it, but you know i do. you’re the only person who puts up with my shit and still loves me as i am. you work with me even though i make it really hard, and you don’t throw my mistakes in my face every chance you get. you’re patient with me when i least deserve it.. i could go on and on about everything you do for me.. please just put your ring back on.” you weren’t expecting rafe to pour his heart out to you, your anger from earlier dissipating into nothing as your gaze softened. “i can’t—” rafe groaned, kneeling down onto the step bar of the truck as he held your hands to his chest.

“why?!” you couldn’t help but laugh, your resolve crumbling as rafe looked up at you desperately. “what’s so funny? i’m literally about to have a panic attack right now.” you laughed harder, shaking your head. “rafe, i’m getting my ring cleaned! i’ve been trying to tell you since you dragged me out here but you kept interrupting me.” your boyfriend let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his shoulders falling in relief. “when did you take it?” you helped him off his knees, rolling your eyes as he pulled you into his embrace. “remember, i told you i was going to the mall with chanel? i dropped it off there and i’m supposed to go back for it tomorrow..”

rafe nodded, his hands running up and down your back. “well, we better get you another ring for when you’re getting the other one cleaned. i can’t have you giving me heart attacks like that.”

[murdock-slvt]

❝ BOY NEXT DOOR! rafe is a prick. you hated him, but he certainly loved you. ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄

boy next door! rafe becomes infatuated with you once your family moves in next to the cameron household. rafe is the “bad son” of ward, and you kept your distance from him.

you were just trying to get through university with your new friends and learn your way around the new town you live in. your parents traveled a lot for their work, and your sibling was away for their own work; so you kept the house clean and did whatever you wanted whenever your parents decided to leave the house. (which was practically every other month)

rafe watched you for weeks, and weeks turned into months with his eyes watching how your parents leave for weeks then return to only do it over and over again. ward and rose became buddy-buddy with your own parents; rose inviting your mother to fancy dinners, gifting them rose’s homemade bread during thanksgiving and fresh fruit and vegetables during christmas, and ward invited your father to golf outings.

bottom line is; you began to detest rafe, and rafe began to get obsessed with you.

when he got the chance, he teased you and he made your live a little more annoying. he always “checked” up on you (more like annoying you whenever you checked the mail or took out the trash or mowed the lawn) and made sure to be the best person he could— even though you knew damn well behind the smiles and “sir” and “ma’am’s” was a prick who teased you and wasn’t shy about how he felt about you, you’d sometimes see his eyes peeking on you through his blinds when you’d undress… he wasn’t slick and he knew you knew that.

would it be bad to say you were slowly warming up to him? maybe. you didn’t know when it began, but your feelings slowly began to change about the cameron boy…

but to hell if you were going to admit it to rafe.

your mother and father were going to vegas for their wedding anniversary, and rafe being rafe, he started to ask your parents if he could “help” them with their lawn as they’re gone.

“I think your daughter could handle it! but sometimes you need a little help, Y’know?” you’d hear that sentence every single time rafe caught your father on the porch.

your father and mother thought about it, and after a week of silent deliberation; they hired rafe, to help take care of the lawn and plants during the three week anniversary trip.

the first week wasn’t that bad. you went to school, hanging out with friends and doing things around the house like refilling your pet’s food bowls and folding laundry when a fresh batch finished. you kept the inner house clean, pilling up the mail for your mother and father to go through when they get home, and you kept the house locked up at night.

rafe meanwhile kept checking on you, cleaning the lawn every fucking day and doing shit your father said he’d do months ago. you didn’t know if he was trying to impress you, himself, or your parents.

sometimes you’d invite him in, mainly because he sat on your porch swing until you answered the door, or because you felt bad for the prick, but he kept his distance (even if you could feel his hand sliding down your back, or his gaze becoming a lot more than just a friendly gaze)

when your panties began to disappear from your drawer, you had an idea in your mind on who did it but you never confronted him.

when you’d see his eyes peering to your ass while you finished putting the dishes away from your dishwasher after the dinner rafe made for you two, you never let him know.

sometimes when he peered through his blinds at night, and you kept your curtain opened a little on accident, he stroked his thick dick watching you rub your little cunt to a shitty porn video on your laptop. you could always sense another pair of eyes on you from afar, but never thought too much about it.

you didn’t hear him one night. you didn’t hear him coming through the back door downstairs, but you certainly began to smell his shitty cologne that probably costed more than it needed to.

he walked in on you, right as you got to the best part of the porn scene you were watching on your laptop you used for school… and he couldn’t help but be a good neighbor and help out.

here he was, with your back against his chest, his baseball tee brushing against your back as three of his thick fingers pumped in and out of you, licking the inner parts of your ear as he forced you to continue to watch the video you were watching.

“feel good, baby?” his hot breath brushed against your ear, making you shiver as his middle, ring, and pointer fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb touching your vulva.

you nod, soft moans leaving your mouth. “f-fuck… ‘yea… so good.” you moan. you couldn’t help yourself, really, giving into the cameron son.

he smiles like the bastard he is, watching the video with you, watching as the guy fucks the girl in doggy, her ass jiggling with each thrust of the guy’s hips. the wet sounds were absolutely amazing, mixing in with your and rafe’s own sounds from his fingers and your sobbing pussy.

“r-rafe… rafe… oh god.” you whine, grinding against his thick fingers. you hated how you easily came apart for him. you really did.

he’s making you so much closer than your own fingers ever did.

he curled his fingers deliciously, rubbing against your walls with his fingertips as he brought you closer to the edge. “yeah? you close? you wanna cum all over my fingers like a good slut?”

again, you can only nod with intense enthusiasm. “yes, yes, yes… gonna cum! gonna cum all over ‘our fingers…!” your words slur, drool dropping on your chin.

rafe goes faster, his hand moving at a fast pace to the point he thinks his hand is going to fracture and he’s going to have to take you to the hospital with broken fingers in you.

he’s so quick, curling his fingers fucking perfectly. he makes you hit your orgasm right when the girl in the video hits her own orgasm.

“there you go… good girl… cum all over me like a little whore…” he coo’s directly in your ear, and it’s so fucking patronizing, like he knows he finally got what he wanted after months of waiting.

your eyes roll back, your vision turning complete white as the wet sounds of your pussy, the video, and rafe’s whispers hit your ear all at once. it’s overwhelming in the best ways possible. “rafe! rafe… rafe… oh god…”

grinding against his fingers to ride out your orgasm, you slump against the bed, weak and so high on cloud nine it’s delicious.

your cum decorates rafe’s fingers as rafe closes the laptop with his right hand, putting it on the bedside table next to your bed.

his fingers grab your chin and presses a soft kiss to your lips, you instantly kiss back as your hand reaches up to hold the back of his head.

rafe finally pulls out his fingers, your walls clenching around his fingers, almost to keep them within your pussy. “seems like your pussy doesn’t want me to leave…” he says with a smirk on his face as he brings his fingers up to his mouth.

the moment your cum hits his tongue, his eyes are rolling back, and you can only moan at the sight. “delicious.” he says lowly.

he rolls you onto your back and begins to undress the both of you, finally living out his wet dreams after months of peering through blinds and imagining.

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