Rafe Cameron Prompt - Tumblr Posts

pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting rafe for the first time? 🍰

warnings: jealous rafe, topper calls you ‘doll’, a lil bit of flirting, slight fluff

“girl scout, two o’clock.” kelce cleared his throat, topper and rafe following his gaze. you stood at the receptionist desk, chatting with the director about your plans for the week. “is she really a girl scout?” rafe’s eyes trailed down the soft curls of your hair, stopping just above the neckline of your top.

“nah, we just call her that because she sells cookies and shit. ‘really good by the way, highly recommend.” kelce leaned back in his seat, forgetting all about the cards in his hands as you started making your way towards the three of them. rafe would be lying if he said the way his friends ogled you didn’t bother him.

“hey! what game are you guys playing?” you sat your basket down on the hardwood table, eyes flickering over to rafe. “just some solitaire.” topper shrugged, removing the cloth that covered your treats. “what do you got for us this week, doll?” if rafe was bothered earlier, he was even more so now.

you smiled, tilting the basket so they can all steal a peek. “shortbread and chocolate chip.” rafe didn’t care to look at anything else other than your face, his gaze sweeping over your features. “i’ve never seen you before.” he finally spoke up, his voice immediately drawing your attention.

“uhm, i don’t think i’ve seen you either..” you extended a hand, “what’s your name?” rafe didn’t hesitate to return your gesture, taking your hand in his. “rafe, and yours?” your heart skipped a beat when you felt his thumb stroke your skin. “y/-” kelce chimed in before you could answer his question.

“i’ll take two of each. and one of you.” rafe’s head shot in his friends direction, his grip on your wrist tightening. laughing nervously, you brushed off kelce’s remark. “actually, he’s not taking anything. i, however, would like the whole basket.” shaking your head, you waited for rafe to say he was kidding.

“oh! you’re serious-” rafe got up, taking the basket in his free hand as he led you two outside and away from his obnoxious buddies. “what the hell!” topper shouted. without protesting, you allowed rafe to take you to a more secluded space, your dainty heels clicking against the pavement.

“is everything okay? i-” rafe stopped in front of the country club’s garden. “do you have a boyfriend?” he blurted, making you stumble over your next few words. “uhm, well! no, but..” taking his wallet out of his pocket, rafe took a couple hundred dollar bills before cutting you off.. again.

“not that it matters if you do, cause i’ll just take his place.” the certainty in his voice made your face flush with a new profound sense of shyness. he placed the folded bills in your palm, a smile forming on his lips at your smitten expression. “how are you so sure that you’ll be my boyfriend?” you asked.

“because i always get what i want.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader getting handsy with rafe and even though he likes her sm, he takes her home and makes sure she’s safe 🥺

warnings: alcohol consumption, flirting, reader is v handsy lol (rafe loves it though)

you were such a lightweight, you knew having another drink wasn’t the smartest choice. after one shot and downing a margarita like it was a slushy, you found yourself dancing with your girlfriends in the middle of topper’s living room. rafe watched you from afar, his tongue running across his teeth as your skirt rode up your thighs.

“when are you giving that poor man a chance?” your friend giggled in your ear, making your eyebrows knit in confusion. “who?” you looked around, immediately spotting rafe in the corner. it was like he was trying to tempt you with the way he was manspreading, the thin material of his t-shirt doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath it.

“i don’t know..” you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he sent you a wink before bringing his cup up to his lips. “i think i’m gonna go say hi-” your friend attempted to pull you back, but you were already well on your way. “hi, rafe.” you chirped, your skin flushed due to the alcohol in your system.

he gazed up at you, your eyes twinkling underneath the soft lighting. “hey, sweetheart. you look pretty.” you did a spin for him, adjusting the small purse on your shoulder. “is this seat taken?” rafe shook his head, motioning towards the empty spot next to him. instead of sitting on the couch, you got comfortable in his lap, making him curse under his breath.

“well this works too.” he laughed, draping an arm across your waist. you blinked slowly, resting your head on his chest as you stroked the underside of his jaw. “i like your arms,” you whispered, “and your face..” rafe hummed, taking your hand in his own. “yeah? i like your face, too.” he cooed, adjusting your skirt so no one else can see the color of your underwear.

“take me home.” rafe nodded. “of course, i wouldn’t want you getting in an uber like this.” he took a sip from his drink, nearly choking when he felt your fingertips tug at the belt loops of his jeans. “no. take me home, rafe.” at first he didn’t understand, but when he saw you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, it was a look he knew all too well.

“what did you have to drink?” desperate to divert your tipsy mind elsewhere, rafe moved your hand away from his lower half. of course, he failed, only making you peck his cheek instead. rafe’s sanity was hanging on by a thread. your lips were soft against his skin, your perfume smelled so sweet, and worst of all, your ass sat perfectly where he needed you most.

“umm- i can’t really remember..” you trailed off, shrugging before nuzzling your nose into his neck. “fuck.” he said through gritted teeth, deciding he better get you back to your place before anything escalated. “come on, let’s get you home.” he helped you up, holding onto you tightly as he lead you two out of topper’s house.

you were laughing the whole way to rafe’s truck, a squeal leaving your lips when he hoisted you up into the passenger’s seat. somehow during the duration of the ride to your house, you managed to kick your feet up on rafe’s lap, humming sweetly to the most disgusting lyrics playing out of his speakers.

once you two pulled into your driveway, you let him carry you over his shoulder, too tired to protest otherwise. “are your parents home?” he put you down momentarily to grab the key from under the welcome mat. “of course not.” you yawned, sighing in relief once he got the door open. rafe watched you kick your heels off, tiptoeing to the couch before face planting into the cushions.

eyes trailing down your body, he looked away when he got to the bottom of your ass cheeks shamelessly peeking out from underneath your skirt. grabbing the blanket closest to your sleeping figure, he covered you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you stirred lightly, melting into his touch. the longer he stayed, the harder it was for him to leave.

“alright.” he groaned quietly, sparing you one more glance before locking the door behind him. he made a mental note to call you and check on you first thing in the morning.

your best friend rafe holding you because you needed it <3 a bsf!rafe cameron x gn!reader blurb <3 extremely self indulgent cause my touch starvation has been acting up because of my period I think 🥰 <3 part two to this <3 cw: talks of bottling up emotions, venting, reader breaks down in rafe’s arms, reader is hyper independent, super comforting, lower case is intentional <3

rafe always knew that you had a knack to start putting others before yourself. with the way you made sure everyone else around you was doing okay, but simultaneously forgetting to check in with yourself the same way was becoming a habit for you, and when rafe found about it, he was determined to help you break that habit.

he also knew you weren’t the best at voicing what you needed, let it be just a helping hand for a simple task. he knew you preferred to do everything on your own; but he wanted to change that. he wanted you to ask for help when you needed it, he wanted you to talk about what’s been bothering you instead of attempting to solve it on your own, and he wanted to be that person for you.

he wanted you to trust him irrevocably, just the way he could always trust you.

everytime he ever saw you all alone, he could see you were deep in thought. even from a far distance he could see the gears working overtime in your brain, and all he ever wanted was to provide you a safe space where you can spill out every single thought in your head and begin feeling better. he knew he had begun cracking the hard shell of your mind that protected all your thoughts, but that was the bare minimum. he still hadn’t learnt what he wished he could.

you both were at a party, but you were quick to make your way out of the large, tight crowds without anyone noticing (but rafe did) to the garden of the huge party mansion, where you sat all alone, in that familiar way of your knees hugged to your chest as you just… thought.

“hey,” rafe said softly as he sat down next to you on the lush grass. he had followed you out the moment he saw you left.

usually, you were one to respond with a quick smile and sweet words, because that’s how you were: you had mastered hiding your true feelings behind a facade.

but right now, no words came out. you were silent, your gaze fixed on your knees, and rafe could feel the tension radiating from you.

“drink?” he asked gently, gesturing the red cup in his hand towards you. you just shook your head, mumbled a soft ‘no, thank you’, and let yourself drift in your thoughts.

a silence fell over you two as you heard the thumping bass and the blurry music from inside the party, the indistinct chatter of people inside floating outside to the garden.

you suddenly let out a loud huff, burying your face in your hands. it looked as if you were overwhelmed, completely tired out, and you had way too much on your mind.

he saw you slowly lift your head up from your hands, a shuddering breath escaping you as you rubbed your palms on your thighs, looking around everywhere but at him. he caught a glint in your eye as one of the lights in the garden reflected in your eye; a glint of tears.

“hey hey,” he said softly, keeping the cup in his hand on the side and wrapping his arms firmly around you. he felt you tense at the sudden contact, but you were quick to relax. he figured you were on the edge of breaking down, and the moment he took you in his arms, you tipped off the edge, and the tears began to flow down.

your hands fisted his shirt tightly, as if he’s the only thing keeping you grounded in this overwhelming, confusing moment. your head felt like a mesh of thoughts, not knowing what they all entailed or meant, but what you did know was that it hurt.

rafe tightened his hold around you and let you bury your face in his chest, allowing you to let out as much as you felt like. he didn’t know how many days, weeks, months, years of stress you were carrying with yourself at that moment, things that bothered you immensely but you just kept on burying them in your overfilled heart. he felt his heart shatter at the sight of you breaking down, but he also knew he wanted to get to the bottom of this, and to help you.

“shh… you’re okay, I’m here, I’m here for you,” he whispered softly in your ear, rubbing his hands up and down his back to soothe you.

he felt you tighten your hold on him and squeeze closer to him, your quiet sobs muffled by his chest.

what he didn’t know was how much you craved to hear the words he just told you.

Beyond talented 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Ex!Rafe who’s lowkey talking to someone new and Ex!Reader, who decided she’s taking a dating break, finally see each other again, and ofc Rafe can’t let her leave again without taking what’s his so they both say “just the tip” and the tip doesn’t work so they try cock warming, and reader can’t stay still so she’s bouncing in his lap till they both cum 😫

okay so i just wrote something very similar to this request but i liked them both so much i had to write them.

he spots you on the other side of the country club, sitting at the bar with your friends, plush tits busting out of the baby blue dress he loved so much.

he thinks you must do it on purpose. sitting here so perfect, long legs crossed at the knee and lips glossed.

it’s why he charms you away, asking you to talk to him outside, telling you he has something so important to discuss.

whatever was so important ends up with you pressed against the side of his truck, mouths mushed against each other in sheer desperation, “not sure your new girlfriend would approve of this rafe.” you mumble against his lips.

he just shakes his head, bending down a bit to capture your puffy bottom lip, sucking the sensitive plumpness into his mouth.

“she won’t know.” he announces, sounding more like an oath to himself than anything else. it was a futile declaration, you both knew it.

he picks you up, large hands under the expanse of your waxed thighs, “in the truck yeah?”

once he’s got you in there, placed on his lap all pretty, grinding against him through his khaki shorts, you tease him a bit more.

“you told me you’re not a cheater.” you smile at him, batting your thick lashes as you pull your panties to the side inconspicuously, ensuring you stain the front of his shorts.

he scoffs, “said that to you, didn’t i?”

and shame on you, that makes you happy, biting your lip with a pleased hum of acknowledgment.

“just the tip, yeah?” he asks, eyes shutting momentarily when he sees the patch you left for him. he pulls his cock out, stroking it with a closed fist, “you’ll be good?”

you nod, but the second you feel the thick, hot stretch of him you can’t help yourself, sinking down on him entirely.

the sound he releases is pornographic, a pained groan that makes you giggle, “m’sorry rafe.” you pout, beginning to bounce on his erection, pulling down the top of your dress to expose your chest, “m’sure she’ll forgive you.”

This.

i’m sure someone’s said this, but this is so like sexy dilf husband rafe to me. he’s a little aged up, is cocky and a tad bit arrogant. he’s athletic, works out, takes care of his health, always looks really fucking good. he works under his father at cameron development, making tons of money. the kids are in high school and being cameron’s they are of course popular. he’s a proud football dad to an all star son and a cheer dad to his spoiled little princess of a daughter. he’s the man that all the moms have a secret thing for, and husband’s wish they could be like. he’s a young dad, but gives his kids a life most don’t have. expensive vacations, designer clothes, and riding to school in luxury cars.

he is absolutely crazy about you too, his gorgeous wife and mother to his children. the two of you are like the hot young parents with beautiful kids and lots of money to show off. he spoils you rotten, making sure you have everything you want and need without question. and… just because the two of you are older with kids, doesn’t slow this man down at all. he will give you the same pipe for hours on end until you are a crying mess and he’s given you multiple cream pies.

random thoughts

hey guys im thinking of making a oneshot of rafe. should i? or should i not cause i want to so bad

✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°. 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑦 ✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

sweetheart!reader and rafe being all cute and sappy

warnings: none, just fluff.

a/n: this is my first ever blub (ig that's what you'd call this..?" and i don't fully know how to work tumblr yet, so bare with me yall.

you woke up, the sun glaring through your windows. you look down and see rafe, tangled in your light pink bedsheets with the sun on his face. you grab your phone and start taking pictures of him. "𝚑𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒!" you thought, snapping pictures like somebody's mother. rafe's eyes slowly opened. and he looks at you. "why're you takin' pictures of me?" he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "you just looked so cute, i had to!" you say, smiling. "oh really? that's what this is about? you think i look all cute 'n shit?" he says, sitting up. "precisely." you say, standing up. "you're the prettiest princess i've laid eyes on, rafe!" you say. "i am not a princess, alright. get that straight." he says, sauntering over to you and placing his hands on your hips. you nod, and start giggling. the two of you get ready for the day and go out to the beach, and to dinner. "rafe, can we watch tangled? it's my favorite movie." you say, after changing into a pair of your bed time shorts, and rafe's hoodie. he hesitantly sighs, and says, "fine." "yay! thank you!" you say, planting a big kiss on his lips. midway through the movie, rafe lays his head on your chest and drifts to sleep. you pull your phone out and snap a few pictures. you are getting ready to post them on your instagram story, with the caption "my beautiful, beautiful boy. i love you, rafey." you put the song Beautiful Boy, by John Lennon on in your story. you turn off the movie and whisper to rafe before going to sleep yourslef, "goodnight, my beautiful boy." you kiss his forehead, then go to sleep.

a/n ARGHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE TO ME AND IDK WHY!! the idea to create this came from the movie beautiful boy, and i knew that i wanted to make something with the song (it's been on my mind since i saw the movie.) sweetheart!reader is like on of my favs, it's so adorable!

kinktober... possibly... 😈😈

hey guys, ive been thinking of doing a kinktober (im feeling a little freaky, and i dont usually do smut whenever i write) so should i? i'm very compelled. LMK POOKIE BEARS!!! (also i wouldnt be doing one everyday, probably 4-5 times a week max, and that's if i dont have writers block)

THANKYOU MY QUEEN THIS WAS SO GOOD. WHEN RAFE SAID WHAT HE SAID BEFORE SHE WAS GUNNA LEAVE FOR LUNCH- LORD MY JAW DROPPED. my lord this was good. Gang yall have to give this a go🙏🙏🙏🤍🤍🤍

Give us some drama baby cakes. Reader cheats on Rafe w JJ and Rafe finding out would be the shit sis🤞🤞

no big deal,right?…right?- r.c and jj 🎀

where r has a drunken mistake with an old friend and rafe finds out

cw: drinking, swearing, drugs, cheating, allusions to sex

rafe was away for business again and instead of moping around you decided to have a little fun. it had been while since you had gone out without rafe constantly looming over you shoulder and scaring off any guy who would even look in the general direction of you. don’t get me wrong you loved rafe, how couldnt you? he provided for you, financially but also emotionally. rafe wasn’t the big bad guy everyone saw him as, at home when it was just the two of you, he was sweet, doting and constantly reassuring you that you were the only one for him. some saw his protectiveness over you as suffocating but you knew what it was. true love. still that doesn’t mean you don’t want to go out without your boyfriend having a dominating arm around your shoulders the whole night. now he was away, you saw this as the perfect opportunity to do just that. you was wearing a short, white, ruffled mini skirt with a gorgeous baby pink halter neck that showed off your boobs perfectly, finished off with some white sandals and some of the finest jewellery you owned. you heard through the grapevine that there was going to be a party down at the boneyard. and where there were free drinks, there you would be.

you stood around awkward with a plastic cup full of beer in your hands, normally rafe would parade you around showing you off to all his friends and you would be able to make small talk easily with them. but with no rafe to introduce you to people, you were starting to feel kind of lonely. you made your way over to sit on a log near the fire, hoping that people would see you were alone and make conversation with you. as you circled the rim of your cup with your freshly done nails, someone sat next to and said, “what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” usually you would be disgusted with some boy saying something like this to you but as you turn to say some remark back, you’re face to face with a familiar blonde. “jj!” you exclaimed, bringing him into a hug, happy to have found a friend. well not really a friend anymore.

you used to be a pogue before your dads business finally took off and the kook prince claimed you as his. you used to get up to mischief with jj, pope, john b and kie. but especially with jj. you hadn’t put labels on anything and the others didn’t know but whenever either of you got needy or had a dry spell, you and jj would hook up. it was purely, no strings attached and it worked for the both of you until rafe made you promise to stay away from, in his words, “those dirty pogues” and being the good dutiful girlfriend you are, you obeyed. you cut off all contact with your friends, not messaging them, well occasionally messaging kie when she dm’ed you every now and then to ask how you’re doing. they didn’t resent you for it, but it made their hatred for rafe only increase. but you knew they always had open arms for whenever you wanted to come back.

“how have you been?” you asked, desperate to catch up with your best friend. throughout the night, you and jj caught up and he brought you over to the others, them all bringing you into a massive bear hug and making you tell them all you have been up to recently. as the night progressed and you got even more drunk, pope and kie had gone off in their own conversation and jj had gone off to talk to some girl from the island, proper jj style. you felt so happy to finally be back with your friends, the people you truly felt comfortable around. rafe made you hang out with topper and kelce, you thought they were nice and they welcomed you into their friend group quickly but it was never the same as hanging out with pogues. your found family. feeling reminiscent, you stared off into distance watching waves lap onto the shore gently. john b being the caring person he is noticed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, “what’s on your mind pup?” he asked. you didn’t want to tell him about how you feel with rafe and his friends and that you don’t feel yourself around them because you knew how the pogues felt about the kooks, and if you told john b now you would never hear the end of it. how rafe is too controlling. how you shouldn’t have to cut off all your friends just because some stupid boy told you. how rafe made your life a living hell for the majority of it and now he’s suddenly in love with you. so instead you decided to say, “yeah could really do with a joint right now” which wasn’t the biggest lie ever, rafe had made you quit all that saying it would fuck up your body, yet every night he would get through a little white baggy. john b reminded you that you knew where they kept a stash in the twinkie and that you’re always welcome to help yourself to some.

making your way to the twinkie, you couldn’t tell if it was the seventh vodka cranberry you had or just from trying to walk on the uneven sand in your sandals but you were stumbling over your own feet and your head was spinning. you were sitting in the twinkie rolling a joint when the door slid open and the blonde from earlier slipped into the free space next to you, “care to share, m’ lady?” he asked as you lit it up taking the first drag passing it to him as you exhaled, “of corse, fine sir” god had you missed the way the banter would flow so easily between you and jj and your friends, it seemed that around rafes friends you were always carefully deciding what to say not wanting to offend any of them or create a scene or embarrass rafe. however you couldn’t deny how tense the atmosphere got as he sat closer to you. what could go wrong having ex friends with benefits in a close, remote space? its no big deal, right?… right?taking the last drag of the blunt, you asked with heavy eyes, “so what happened to the lucky lady you were with earlier?he just dismissed it by shrugging his shoulders. but you persisted, “no seriously, what happened jj? are girls finally seeing you for the playboy you are? not falling for your tricks anymore” you teased letting out a little giggle. “acting as if you didn’t fall for them” he attempted to joke but it came out more serious and spiteful. you stopped laughing and looked to the floor of the van, “come on jj, that was a long time ago, i’m with rafe now.” sensing the tense atmosphere you tried to change the conversation but jj interrupted you. he leaned closer to you, foreheads nearly touching, exchanging oxygen, “don’t you miss this pooch, me and you? the fun we had?” you looked away from him but he grabbed your jaw and forced you back into the original position you were in, face to face, “answer me.” as quite as a mouse you repeated, “i’m with rafe now” you didn’t want to admit you had miss the little rendezvous you had with jj, you know it’s different the situationship with jj and the relationship with rafe. but during the middle of the night, you couldn’t help but miss how well jj knew your body and afterwards could go back to being best friends. with rafe you couldn’t even crack a joke without it turning into a full blown argument nine out of ten times. jj just rolled his eyes at your response, pushing away from you, “fuck rafe. come on baby, you and me one more night” and before you knew it, you craved, you like to think it was the alcohol or weed in your system, or maybe you really did just miss jjs touch, but you lunged forward locking your lips with jjs plush pink ones. you straddled his lap as you groaned at the euphoric feeling of him kissing down your neck. “take these off for me baby girl” he plucked at the straps of your top and you seductively dropped it to the floor. jj groaned “fuck, you don’t know what you to do me cupcake” and went back to his assault on your neck moving down to your boobs. the windows of the twinkie started to steam up as you and jj went further with you little adventure.

coming down down from your high, jj never failed to get you to, you got hit with regret. you shot up and started chucking your clothes back on and running your hairs through your hair trying to get rid of any indication of what just happened. “jj this was a bad bad idea. promise me you will never speak to anyone about this, please? this should’ve never happened, i love rafe” but jj just scoffed “sure, you ‘love’ him” you didn’t find jj funny and you snapped back “jj please! you don’t know shit. just promise me you won’t tell anyone about this” “okay, yeah, sure whatever. i promise” he held out his pinky finger mockingly but you didn’t accept and you just rushed out of the twinkie.

youd probably only been walking for a total of ten seconds when topper approached you, “yo girl, surprised to see you here!” he exclaimed clearly drunk, “thought rafe was away?” he asked slightly glancing back to the twinkie with windows still fogged up. fuck. your head ran with a million thoughts. does he know what just happened? did he see you go in with jj? who else saw? will he tell rafe? has he already told rafe? not wanting to raise further suspicion you tried your best to keep it cool, “yeah he is, thought i’d still go out have some fun though, it’s a bit boring here. i don’t know anyone” hopefully he would be convinced and forget about what he saw. “well you have me now, know rafe would kill me if he knew i let his girl be alone while drunk” for the rest of the night you spent it with topper and his other mates, feeling a lot better because you were now sure topper doesn’t know what went down and maybe the two other drinks helped as well. top called you two an uber and let you sleep at his while he slept on the couch, having piece of mind you were safe and knowing how your parents could be when you get too drunk. the next morning you made you and him breakfast but classic topper he was still sound asleep, so you wrote out a little note “thank you top, see you at the country club with rafe today” you ate your meal and made your way back to tannyhill, it was only a ten minute walk so it didn’t take long at all.

when you got back home you showered off your hangover and started to doll yourself up. rafe would be home in a few hours and you wanted to be the perfect girlfriend for when he arrived. in your mind, what happened with jj was still replaying and you felt heavy with guilt. but rafe would never have to know and it would all be fine. while telling yourself this over and over again, you blow dried and curled your hair, lotioned your whole body, applied the perfect amount of makeup and put back on the necklace with the ‘r’ pendent on. you knew rafe wouldn’t be able to resist you when he got back in.

as he stepped through the door and dropped his bags, you leapt into his arms squealing, “rafey!” you expected him to litter kisses all over your face and tell you how you’re looking like an angel, but all he done was place a half-hearted kiss on the side of your head, placed you to the side and muttered, “ ‘m tired, gotta do more work” and made his way to his office. you followed him while whining, “but you’ve been away for so long” dragging out the “so”. usually rafe would fall into your siren trap but today he snapped, he turned around, towering over you, “stop bein’ a fucking brat. told you i’ve got work to do” you froze. why was he acting like this? tears threatened to spill from your eyes, your lip quivered and you slipped into your bedroom. rafe had never not payed you attention like he’s doing right now, what’s got into him? you passed it off as him just being stressed out from work and the long flight, but he didn’t even end up inviting you to the country club with him. you felt left out and neglected that he didn’t bring you with him, even if you did complain the whole time about being bored. you felt as if he didn’t want you around at all. that night, you two laid in bed and he let you cling to his arm as you watched a tv show, but before even warning you he abruptly turned onto his side and turned off the light, you were left there speechless, you couldn’t believe his behaviour today.

what really pushed you over the edge was when you went downstairs about to head out for lunch with your girls and rafes deep voice muttered, “who you dressing up like a slut for now?” before turning around you rolled your eyes knowing that if rafe saw that he would lose his shit. you thought you were lost for words before you turned around but as you spun on your heel, you were met with buzz cut rafe. “what?” you were in disbelief from his comment and his new hair, “rafe your hair?” he just scoffed, as if you were the one in the wrong here! “don’t act stupid now princess? who are you meeting?” your eyes were wide with shock, you couldn’t focus on his questions with this new look on him, “rafe why didn’t you tell me you were gonna cut your hair?” he menacingly stepped closer to you until your back was pressed against the kitchen island, “i’m not gonna ask again, where are you going?” your heart dropped with realisation. oh. my. god. did he know about jj? is this what this is about. is this why he’s been acting off with you since he got home? but perhaps he didn’t know. maybe he just has a bad deal at work when he was away and he’s still tense. so you acted innocent, “baby i don’t know what you’re on about, jus’ wanna know why you cut your hair?” your feigned innocent weeped out of you, giving him those deer eyes he couldn’t resist. but just like you he didn’t back down either, “you know exactly what i’m on about” he leaned into you. “baby i really do-” you tried to get another word in but he took a step back and roared, “you know exactly what i’m talking about!” you were scared and tears rolled down your blushed cheeks, you were scared of rafes behaviour and the fear of him catching you out on your little secret. “topper told me everything. how he saw you and your little pogue boyfriend sneak into a dirty van and how you came out later all flushed” you wanted to be sick, rafe was never meant to find out, you were sure topper didn’t see. how could you be so careless. much calmer now after seeing your glossy eyes rafe asked, “i thought i told you to stay away from them?” you let out a heavy sob and clung yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “i’m so sorry rafey… i was bored without you and i wanted to- to go out and i went to a party… and i had too many drinks and - and jj found me and were started talking and he convinced me it was a good idea- i saw topper after and i didn’t think he saw anything… i swear, swear i was gonna tell you- i’m so sorry” you let it all out. rafe wrapped his arms around you embracing you in a hug. he lightly smirked knowing those pogues haven’t got anything on him and knowing you’ll never leave him and find anyone better than him. he whispered into your hair, while devising a plan on how to get back on jj, “it’s okay baby, gonna make it up to me yeah?” you gently nodded your head against his chest letting out a final sniffle.

𐙚 magestic ahh lighting 𐙚

he so smexy tho🤭

I NEED ME SOME TRAILERPARK!RAFE SO BAD. #needthat #dreamthat

gotta give credit where it’s due because i can’t stop thinking about this filthy idea after what @islandclubchampagneroom @rafescurtainbangz said 💦🫠 am i messed up for this? or do we want more? 🙈

Trailerpark!Rafe who has lived a rough life and isn’t a very nice man. He’s mean, and real rough. Working shitty odd jobs to pay rent and afford a pack of cigarettes and a case of beer. You catch his eye one day when he strolls into the dingy office to pay what he can for the month. You sit behind the desk all pretty and shit, tits nearly hanging out of the little white sundress you wore. You would glance up at him with big eyes, red sucker between full lips as you couldn’t help but stare at him. You were the sugary sweet and naive daughter of the owner of the park, who had never had boyfriend let alone been touched by a man. Rafe could practically smell the innocence and wanted to ruin you, his blue eyes peering down at you through the hat he wore.

It didn’t take much for you to fall for his tricks either, so sheltered from the outside world and what a bad man he really was. You found him so handsome, not caring if his hands weren’t the cleanest or he smelled like cheap cologne. You couldn’t help but chase after him, following him like a lost puppy around the trailer park. You’d always come by his place, giving him a basket of sweet treats you had made, or asking if you could watch him work on his truck.

Before long he’d invite you inside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he sat back against the torn couch, your gorgeous little self practically humping him like a bitch in heat as his rough digits played with your drooling hole. His veiny forearm would hold you in place across his lap, giving your cunt a firm smack to keep you from squirming as he slid a thick finger in.

“Quit fuckin movin, gotta stretch this pretty lil thing out for my cock, baby doll.” His voice deep and raspy with a nasally southern drawl that only made your cunt clench for more.

rafe cameron x mean!reader

“babe wakeup lets go again”

it’s currently 8am and i have college at 9 but i just had to answer this😩 i’m not very good at writing mean!reader because i love the dom!rafe x soft/innocent!reader trope but i tried my best!🫶🏻

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Rafe had been insatiable, constantly begging you to let him fuck you, he had even resorted to begging, “Please cmon’ just the tip” and “I swear i won’t even move, just keep me warm please babe.”

Less than an hour ago he had you face down ass up, his body covering yours due to his much larger frame, his hips pressed up against your ass, his cock bruising your cervix. “F-fuck, love this pussy… and she sure as shit loves me.” he gloats while winds his hips back so just the tip was inside and pounding forwards with one deep thrust. Bottoming out and beginning to fuck you like he hates you.

His arm wrapped around your stomach, playing with your soft bundle of nerves, so overwhelmed with pleasure you couldn’t even find your words. Shortly after creaming all over his cock and him filling you up with his thick heavy load, you had fallen asleep as you usually do. Prepared to be out for the night since you had satisfied your sex fiend of a boyfriend already. Wrong.

You woke to the feeling of his hips grinding into your ass from behind, his length wedged between your asscheeks.

“Rafe what the fuck.” you mumbled, still sleepy. “Babe wake up let’s go again.” he whispered, his body coddling your own. “What time is it?” you asked, lifting your eyes to rub away the crust.

“Uhh like.. one am.” Rafe mumbled, embarrassed that he was already so horny for you. He really tried not to wake you, he thought rubbing his cock in between your ass would be enough to make him cum but give him an inch, he’ll take a mile.

“Jesus, fuck Rafe we only had sex two hours ago what the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Sh-shit, i know baby i can’t help it, just wanna’ be inside you all the fuckin’ time.” he defended, his hips stuttering as he thrusted into you, dry humping you in the middle of the night.

You shook your head, still annoyed your sleep had been disturbed “The only way your gonna’ cum is if you keep grinding on me cause’ my pussy is way too sore to deal with you right now.”

“i know, fuck i-i’m sorry babe, please let me just put the tip in i promise it’ll be like m’ not even there. I’m beginning you please baby.”

You knew you were being mean but you needed to put your foot down for once “You say that everytime. You can’t control yourself and you know it.” you seethed.

“So as i said, either keep humping my ass like a dog in rut or you can finish yourself off with your hand over the toilet, choice is yours Rafey.”

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hiii okay this is my first time asking something and is terrifying and you don’t have to do this of course

rafe cameron takes the shy girl out for a date at the beach and at the end he fucks her senseless

also can i be 💋 anon?? 

ofc you can bby!! and dont be scared omg i would love to hear each and every one of your thoughts! also if you have sent me a request in my asks i will get to it after i publish my concepts!

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“your wine taste good sweetie?” he asked, his lips wrapping around the bottle in his hand, taking a swig of beer.

rafe surprised you, taking you to a private spot on his family owned beach; he had even hired a waiter to serve you underneath a beautiful open fale facing the jewel like ocean. contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend had never treated you poorly, never raising his voice, always buying you gifts and treating you like a princess. he practically worshiped the ground you walk on.

“mhm.” you nodded happily, sending him one of your famously shy smiles. his large hand reached across the table intertwining his fingers with your own much smaller ones.rafe had always been soft on you, you just seemed to have a way of comforting him with a sense of calming. he was so used to hearing crashing waves that he had forgotten what a calm ocean sounded like until he met you.

pushing his chair back he stands gently, keeping a hold of your hand. pulling you softly to stand. he leads you to the edge of the deck, standing behind you with his hands holding your hips as you lean over the wooden ledge, admiring the motionless sea and the crimson pink sky, watching as the sun begins to set.

“beautiful, huh?” he whispers, pressing kisses to your forehead. running his lips down til he reaches your neck, sucking and biting your soft skin gently.

you moan weakly at the sensation, clenching your thighs together to relieve some tension and throwing your head back in ecstasy. you push your hips further into his, listening to him grunt you begin to grind in circular motions, his grip tightening as he guides you, feeling his hard length in between your ass cheeks. His hands move from your hips to lift your dress over your ass.

At his newfound discovery he lets out a low whistle “no panties? naughty girl.” he drawls.

“t-touch me.. please rafe.” you whine, feeling hot underneath his gaze. His fingers run through your slit, gathering your sweet juices as you whine in pleasure, turning your head and watching as he lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking gently, panting at the taste of your sopping pussy.

“you know i love you, right honey?…” he whispered, pulling down his slacks, his hand wrapping around his fat cock, he begins rubbing his tip up and down against your hole, pushing his hips into you slightly, just deep enough that your walls began to swallow his thick mushroom tip as you cry out. you nodded shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks in anticipation.

“good. cause’ i’m gonna’ fuck you like i don’t.”

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rafe 69???!??

💋anon

also i LOVED the way you wrote my ask x

I’m so happy you liked it🥺🫶🏻 i love ur asks!!!

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your hands grab at rafes calves as your sat on his face, his tongue exploring your insides, from sucking your throbbing clit to licking and shoving his tongue inside your tight pussy to practically making out with your asshole.

you suckle his tip, tasting him as his salty precum leaks onto your tongue. you lift your head with a loud whine as he pushes his thumb into your asshole, slipping into your usually tight hole with ease. “f-fuck rafe…” you sob at the intrusion.

he shushes you, his large hand quick to push your head back down onto his cock, forcing you to deep throat his thick length, gagging as your nose meets his full balls.

“fuck thats it… take this fat cock in your filthy mouth, you fuckin’ dirty girl” he groans, bucking his hips up to fuck your throat while he pushes his tongue into your cunt.

your creamy juices covering his face as you cum with a loud cry, bucking your hips further into his mouth, riding his face. “god… how do you taste so fuckin’ good” he growls, burrying his face in between your cheeks.

tears stream down your cheeks as his hips jerk “f-fuck, gonna’ cum so far down your throat you’ll be tasting me for weeks, baby.”

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okay but rafe somno is everything <3

ooooh!! this prompt had my tummy going 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thinking about S1 drug dealer rafe??

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your fast asleep when rafe gets home from his casual illegal activities, the ones he keeps secret from you since he thinks “your stupid little brain can’t handle daddy’s job, baby…it’s best you don’t know.”

as he enters your shared bedroom groaning quietly as he spots you spread out on your front, the small light on your bedside illuminating your figure. your pink nightgown that he payed for having ridden up your thighs, your clean shaven pussy (as per his demand) on show practically calling his name.

he silently removes his shorts and boxers, palming his already hard cock as he climbs into the silky sheets, laying his weight gently on top of you, moaning as he pushes his fat cock into your pussy, your walls clenching instinctively around him.

You awaken with a cry at his intrusion “oh, fuck daddy, wh-what are you doing?!”

he shushes you “shhh, let daddy have his fun… not as if you didn’t know what you were doing wearing that slutty little outfit.” he begins thrusting into your sopping pussy, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust as he pounds his hips into your ass listening to you whimper, your clit throbbing, begging for his attention.

his hand wraps around your waist, reaching down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves “bet you wanted this to happen, huh? you wanted daddy to come home and stick his cock in your cunt while you were sleeping, didn’t you?” he mocks, pulling your head up and down by your hair, forcibly making you nod.

“damn right you did.. f-fuck, taking this dick so good f’ me, gonna’ cum inside you baby, teach you a lesson f’ teasing me this late at night.” he growls condescendingly as he gaslights you into apologising around his length considering the fact he bought the nightgown….

knowing you would wear it and knowing he could conjure an excuse to punish you for it.

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rafe with a piss kink?!?

i just seen your bucky one😻😻

-💋

god you need to send me asks more often! i love all of the ones you send me🫶🏻 rafe would be soooo mean about it…

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your sat on rafe’s lap watching a movie together like you usually did on friday nights (since he didn’t approve of you going out without him and you didn’t want to spoil girls night by taking him with you) your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs intertwined as you sat on the couch, him only wearing a pair of boxers and you in your skimpy “pajamas” that he had chosen out for you.

you began to squirm around on his lap, your plump ass pressing into his cock as you clenched your thighs, desperately needing to go pee but not wanting to disturb rafe or miss a good part of the movie.

“quit squirming.” he mumbled, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movement. you knew you shouldn’t have drank all that water earlier, rafe had warned you, you’d be up and down to the bathroom all night but you were so thirsty from your yoga class. so you downed around 3 glasses of water at once.

you whimpered quietly, the pressure on your bladder becoming too heavy for you to withstand. you attempted to get up, thinking if you didn’t mention it he wouldn’t question you. silently you shifted, moving away from his lap in an attempt to stand.

rafe was quick to tighten his grip on your hips, pulling your ass back down against his cock. a thick hand wrapped around, gripping your throat in a strong hold making you moan quietly.

“where do you think you’re going, hm?”

“r-rafe, let me go, i gotta’ go pee.”

“huh…” he sighed in false thought, a wicked smirk appearing on his clean shaven face. “nah i think you can hold it a little longer baby, just be quiet and watch the movie.” he thrusted his hips up gently against your pussy, his cock clearly hard, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, his tip catching against your clit.

you whimpered yet again, clenching your thighs together quickly as you felt a dribble of liquid drip through your panties, soaking your shorts and leaking onto rafes cock. sighing at the slight relief you felt, praying he hadn’t noticed, your cheeks flustered due to your embarrassment. however you weren’t as lucky as you had hoped, nothing got past rafe. you should’ve known.

“fuck baby, you pissin’ on me now? filthy fuckin’ slut. do i need to do everything around here? including taking you to the damn bathroom?” he growled from behind you, his chest rumbling, acting as if he was mad. when in reality his cock had never been harder, so ready to burst out of his boxers and fuck you til’ you can’t breathe.

“i’m so sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to. i swear it was an accident.” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks out of pure humiliation. you couldn’t hold back any longer, a steady stream of piss gushing out of your pussy, turning his boxers dark as you soaked his lap. crying and moaning at the sensation of finally being able to let go.

rafe groaned at the feeling of your hot piss soaking his cock, dry humping you roughly through your release.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know baby. your such a nasty little whore, pissing all over me, but its okay. daddy loves filthy girls like you, gettin’ me so hard. fuck.”

rafe pushed you off his lap and onto the floor, your knees hitting the hard surface making you whimper. he watched you with a dark grin as you looked up at him with a confused expression in your puppy dog eyes. “w-what are you doing?” you questioned. closing your eyes as he reached out, stroking the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you gently.

suddenly your eyes burst open in shock as you felt a warm liquid begin to hit your chest, looking up to see rafe pointing his cock at your tits and face, his hot piss soaking your body in the most violating way possible. you sobbed as he marked you, confused as to why he was doing this.

“fuck that’s it, take my piss you filthy slut, is that what you are, yeah? you my dirty piss slut? soaking my cock then letting me mark you up. bet you fuckin’ love it. dirty girl, look at you, just writhing in my hot puddle of piss. who knew you were such a whore, baby.”

write something guy wrenchingly sad about how rafe’s dad treats him and he calls you in the middle of the night to comfort him. he ends up coming to your house or you go over to tanneyhill to be with him :)

this is so s1 rafe coded🥺my poor deprived baby😔

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its 2am when your phone buzzes, waking you up from a deep sleep. rafes name flashes across your phone, sending you into alarm. worry courses through your veins making you sit upright in shock, quickly pressing answer.

his ragged breaths are the first thing you hear as you pick up, his sobs echoing down the phone. “hey-hey baby, rafe, whats going on? are you okay?” you ask, hurriedly.

he sniffles “m-my dad.. we g-got into a huge fight and i-i don’t know wh-what to do.” you can sense his tension through the phone. rafe was never good and expressing his emotions, he preferred showing himself through actions rather than words. so him calling you at this hour and actually telling you what was wrong, you knew it had to be serious.

“oh my sweet boy, why don’t you come over? or i can come and pick you up? just stay calm for me baby, can you do that for me?” you soothe. which appears to calm him slightly as his breaths begin to slow.

“uh, yeah, yeah i-i can do that. i’ll drive, don’t w-want you leaving the house alone this late at night.” running his fingers through his greasy locks, shaking his head at how stupid he feels, crying. especially in-front of you, to you. and even though he’s in no state to drive, you know better than to argue with him on this, his innate need to protect you still shining through even in his most vulnerable moments.

“okay rafe…i’ll see you soon, drive safe for me baby.”

within 10 minutes you hear a knock at your door, you race downstairs unlocking the door in a hurry, the sight is anything but pleasant.

rafes nose is bust, dry blood caked around his mouth, a clear indication that the fight with his dad was anything but civilised. and this wasn’t the first time either. his tears staining his cheeks and his face flustered, a light shade of pink, his hair sticking to his forehead and his arms shaking as he looks down at you in embarrassment.

“oh, sweetheart.” you whisper gently, pulling him inside and into a hug, slowly he wraps his arms around your waist as his sobs begin to deepen, his heart rate increasing rapidly as his body racks with his cries. he leans down, burrying his face into your neck, sniffling so he doesn’t end up leaving snot all in your hair- not that you care, him being your main priority.

“you wanna’ talk about it?” you coax, your voice soft. he shakes his head, his grip on your waist tightening. you lift your hand, intertwining your fingers in his locks, stroking his head gently, soothing his desperate cries.

“that’s okay, your okay. let it all out…my sweet baby, i’m here for you. and i always will be, you know that right? i’m never leaving you, no matter what. we always stick together, you hear me, baby boy? always.”

rafe eating it from the back and it leads to him eating readers ass

s3 rafe is such a booty muncher idc he’d be sooo into it, like being able to claim every hole you have? absolutely. he’s such a daddy.😩

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you moan as rafe lifts your ass in the air, pulling you into a doggy position, your face smushed against the pillows.

“fuck i’m never getting over this sweet ass.” he mutters to himself as he grips the flesh of your cheeks, spreading them wide as he spits onto your already dripping hole.

he’s quick to lean forward, licking a long strip from your clit to your hole before plunging his tongue inside and fucking you with it. you cry out at the sensation as he lifts a hand to rub your tight bundle of nerves.

“fuck rafe… feel’s s’ good.”

he pulls away slightly, a string of juices attached from your cunt to his lips “yeah? you like it when daddy eats your pussy? i know baby, daddy’s gonna’ take care of you.”

soon enough he dives back in, his lips wrapping around your clit, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive button, you press your face further into the pillows, your moans growing louder and louder as he works at your cunt.

you wiggle your asscheeks in his face, swaying side to side causing him to let out a deep groan, beginning to palm his hard cock through his pants as he eats you out.

“god, fuck you taste so damn good.. i’ll never get sick of eating this pretty pussy.”

all of a sudden he pulls away, licking another strip up your pussy, except this time he doesn’t stop at your hole.. his tongue slithers its way up to your asshole. you yelp in surprise and push forwards, collapsing from the shock. of course this doesn’t deter rafe as he grips your hips in his large palms, pulling you back up to his mouth.

“stay fuckin’ still.. let daddy enjoy his meal, baby.” you reach back to grip his head, his new buzzcut making it difficult but you manage, pushing his face further inbetween your asscheeks.

his tongue continues to explore your rim, swirling around the tight ring of muscle, practically making out with your asshole. he slowly pushes inside, moaning into your ass at the sweet taste. his hand raising and slamming down against your cheeks, a clapping sound reverberating around the room.

“oh god.. i’m gonna’ cum rafe, fuck daddy, you eat me so good.” you cry out, the knot in your stomach tightening. you never imagined being able to cum just from him eating your ass, not even touching your cunt. but yet, here you were.

“mhm? you gonna’ cum with my tongue in your ass? filthy fuckin’ whore, such a dirty girl f’ me…but it’s okay, daddy loves dirty little whore’s like you.”

okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me

omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretation😭

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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.

rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day… when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.

“rafeeeeey.” you whined in a high pitch tone.

he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. “quit distracting me. what dya’ want?” he pants in the summer heat.

“i’m boreddddd” you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.

his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight “what’ve i told you about the whining? daddy’s tryna’ play a game here, sweetcheeks.”

you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes “can you teach me? please rafey…i’m so bored just sittin’ here, daddy please.”

he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.

“you know what? sure pretty girl, c’mere.”

you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.

rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.

“that’s it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.” you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.

you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low “fuckkk.” at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.

“rafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!” you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.

“yeah babe, daddy’s super proud of you.” he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.

he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.

you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. “daddy! wh-what are you doing?!” you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadn’t… yet.

rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.

“nice panties, baby. where’d you get em?” he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.

knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because that’s what wealthy daddy’s like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.

2. Rafe x innocent (and kinda naive/ airhead?) reader where reader and rafe are dating (still very new) and reader keeps reminding him she wants to wait longer (when they are making out/feeling each other up) and he keeps trying to go further, so he tells/manipulates her that it’s not normal for girls to not want to go further and something could be wrong, so he “checks” her (rubbing her clit and fingering her) and asking things like “does that feel good?” “Doesn’t that make you want more?” “Something probably is wrong if you want me to stop”, just so he can convince her to say she wants more (so then he fucks her).   

-💎

ur asks have me going FERAL. your brain is so beautiful and it must be treasured and protected at all costs. i actually hate the way i wrote this but i was too far in to change it by the time i realised i didn’t like it😒😒 nevertheless, this is a long one guys so buckle up!! (1.5k words!!!😱😱)

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you and rafe had only been dating for a few weeks, relationships were pretty much a whole new thing for you since your upbringing hadn’t really allowed it. you hadn’t had sex before, ever. and rafe wasn’t going to be patient for much longer, the furthest you two had went is making out, when it got heated you pulled back.. pushing him away and saying you didn’t feel well.

rafe was getting desperate, you didn’t even realise what you did to him. he was painfully hard most of the time since you were oblivious to how sexual you were being. such as bending over right infront of his face, showing him your cutesy pink panties or accidentally grinding against his cock when you squeezed past him in the kitchen. rafes frustration was at its peak and he couldn’t take it any longer.

rafe stretched his arm around your waist as you both lay in bed watching tv, biting his lip in thought before reaching out to grip your jaw gently, turning you to face him. he leant forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, it didn’t take long knowing rafe before it got heated, as his tongue began battling your own for dominance you pulled away, taking deep breaths as you stared up at him with big innocent eyes.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he muttered, lifting his thumb to wipe his drool from your mouth.

“n-nothing rafe, i just.. i don’t… i can’t go any further with you, i-i don’t think i’m ready for that.” rafe’s patience was out of the window by now, all rational thoughts evaporating as his cock grew harder, straining against his pants, desperate to be inside your sweet cunt.

“baby…” he sighed. “this isn’t normal.”

you stared at him with a confused expression, your eyebrows knitted. “i-i don’t understand, did i do something?”

he was quick to shut that thought down “no, no, no, my sweet girl, it’s more about what you didn’t do. see, other girls your age…they love being good for their daddy’s, and i just don’t think you are being good f’ me.” tears began to whell up in your eyes, his negative feedback not sitting right in your stomach. “daddy?” you questioned gently, your bottom lip wobbling.

“yeah, i’m your daddy, baby. and i think it’s about time you start calling me that. it’s true, no? i take care of you, i feed you, pay for your clothes, hell, i even take you to the bathroom. i may aswell be your daddy, so that’s what your gonna’ call me from now on, you got that?” he speaks softly, not wanting to discourage you or push you further away but needing to be firm enough so you understand. he’s testing the waters. seeing how easy it is to control your sweet mind in ways only a man like him could.

“i mean.. yeah, that-that makes sense i guess.”

a sly smile appears on his face, his thumb wiping a salty tear from your cheek “good girl.” he lifts your skirt with one hand, pushing into your panties and rubbing your clit, you gasp in surprise at the new sensation. “daddy! w-what are you doing?” you ask in shock.

rafe sighs “daddy needs to give you a check up baby, just to make sure nothin’s wrong. all i need to do is rub that sweet button of yours and fuck my fingers into your pretty pussy, mkay?” your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. “mkay, daddy.” you moan. rafes fingers stray from your clit to your entrance, his cock growing impeccably harder from the feel of your wetness, your pussy leaking around his hand.

“d-daddy, feels s’ good.” you whimper as he pushes his fingers into your hole, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick digits. “yeah? you like that? you like it when daddy fingers your sweet pussy?” he groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

he picks up his pace, fingering you roughly until the knot in your stomach begins to tighten, you grab at his wrist, pushing him away, which doesn’t really do much since your strength is no match for his own. “daddy! stop, i-i think i’m gonna’ pee.” you whine, embarrassment flooding through your veins. your cheeks flushed from the humiliation.

he lets out a small laugh, his famous smirk still painted across his face “no baby, your not gonna’ pee.. your gonna’ cum. your gonna’ cum with my fingers deep inside your cunt. ask me. ask daddy for permission.” he growls, a flip switching inside his brain. “p-please daddy, make me cum, please can i cum? please please please.” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you try desperately to hold back.

“cum.”

he growls, watching as your legs begin to shake, your pussy sucking his fingers further into your cunt. you cry out as your body spasms, a thick creamy fluid leaking out of you and into rafes palm. “that’s it, let it all out. dirty fuckin’ girl. creaming all over your daddy’s fingers.”

your breathing begins to slow as you come down from your orgasm although rafe keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, catching you in a deep kiss. he takes your hand in his own and leads it down towards his cock, making you instantly recoil. rafe lets out a mixed groan of annoyance and sigh of disappointment under his breath. you look towards the bed, feeling guilty as ever. he turns you to face him again, his pretty blues simmering in darkness. “listen. pretty baby, i was trying to be nice earlier but… i think there is something wrong with you. all the other girls your age wanna’ fuck daddy, so why don’t you? i’ve been so patient with you sweets but, the clock’s tickin’.”

rafes fingers begin to fuck into you once again at a rapid pace, your whimpers and cries filling the room as he fucks you with his fingers. “see? doesn’t that feel good? doesn’t that make you want more?” you nod your head, dazed with pleasure. not even fully understanding his questions. “good girl.” he mutters before taking his cock out of his pants, before you even realise whats happening, rafe had removed his fingers and crawled on top of you, pushing the mushroom tip of his swollen fat cock against your entrance.

your eyes burst open in shock at the feeling “wait, wait, wait, da-DADDY! Oh fuck!” you practically screamed as rafe bottomed out in your pussy with a single thrust. essentially, popping your cherry. his hand is quick to cover your mouth as he glares down at you from above. his sanity is long gone by now, the crazed look on his face scaring you into submission.

“shut the fuck up. i-i’m done playing games now. your gonna’ shut your pretty little mouth and-and daddy’s gonna’ fuck your cunt until he cums deep inside you, okay?” you didn’t respond seeming as his hand was covering your mouth.

he lifted his palm from your mouth before quickly striking you across the face, you cried out as your skin began to fluster due to the impact of his hit. he swiftly gripped your jaw making you look him in the eyes once more “you-you fuckin’ answer me when i’m talkin’ to you. you nod your fuckin’ head when daddy asks you a question.” this time you were quick to nod your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed a “y-yes daddy.”

if anything they just seemed to turn rafe on even more. “good… good girl.” he groaned before pummelling his cock further into your cunt, he began thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking you so hard the headboard began to bash against the wall. your screams of pleasure probably being heard for miles. “ohhhh shit, you see that, you fuckin’ slut?” he pointed your face towards where your cunt and his cock connected, a pool of pink cream surrounding the base of his cock, a mixture of blood and cum. you were too far gone to talk at this point, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as you simply nodded your head, your eyes rolling back.

“fuck i can’t believe you tried to hide this shit from me, tried to hide how much of a greedy fuckin’ cock slut you are. it’s okay though baby, daddy loves when you turn into a desperate little whore. gonna’ have you writhing on this fat cock every day of the week from now on.”