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── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! bsf!rafe . . . precious!reader

❛ watch your mouth

The truck groans as Rafe throws it into park, headlights slicing across the yard. You push the door open before he can come around to help you, bare legs swinging out first. The hem of your skirt climbs higher when you hop down, too short, too soft, too you.

Barry’s standing on the porch with a beer in hand, smirking. Rafe barely gets a breath in before Barry whistles. "She really left the house like that, huh?” Rafe doesn’t answer. Instead, he lunges forward, hoodie already off, wrapping it around your hips so quickly you stumble. You laugh, bright and drunk on the way your heels click up the steps. You don’t look back, but Rafe does. watches you until the door shuts behind you.

Barry takes a sip. "Are you ever going to stop pretending you’re not in love with that girl?” Rafe lights a cigarette. jaw clenched, thumb flicking the lighter until it sparks. “We’re just friends.” Barry laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “You almost fought me for saying her name once.”

Rafe doesn’t answer.

Inside, the music pounds. The crowd swallows you in seconds. But Rafe never loses sight of you. not once. He trails a few steps behind while you dance. while you accept drinks from your friends. while your laugh bubbles over in neon light. You spin in that stupid skirt, and his hand shoots out, tugging it down before anyone else can see too much.

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a dad.” “No,” he says, low and flat. “I’m someone who doesn’t want assholes staring at you like that.” Some guy tries anyway. walks past too slowly. It looks too long. Rafe steps in front of you so naturally it doesn’t even look like a choice. arms crossed, shoulders broad, eyes daring. The guy walks away.

You barely notice. You’re smiling again. safe. Rafe just stands there like a soldier with his hands in his pockets, jaw clenched and eyes following you like he’s not allowed to touch.

And when you come stumbling back into his space, dress twisted, glitter on your cheeks, reaching for him like it’s home—he softens. lets you loop your arms around his neck. tucks your hair behind your ear with a calloused knuckle.

“Having fun?” he asks, voice low. “Always do when you’re here,” you say, and it cuts him clean open. He holds you tighter after that. lets you laugh against his chest, hands splayed wide across your back. guys glance. stare. Try to figure it out. but none of them come close.

Not when Rafe’s posted up in every corner you walk toward. not when he’s adjusting your straps, fixing your hem, giving dirty looks to anyone who looks twice. not when Barry walks by again and mutters, “Still just friends, huh?” And Rafe nearly throws a punch.

You grin when you see them. Grab Rafe’s hand and squeeze. no words. Just that soft, knowing look, like you see right through him. Like you know exactly how much he’d burn down for you.

He carries you out of the party when your legs give up. one arm under your knees, the other against your back, and your head tucked into his chest, laughing drunk complaints into his collar. “Put me down; I can walk; I’m fine.” “You’re not walking anywhere in those heels,” he says, smiling. low. fond. like he loves the weight of you in his arms.

“You’re always so bossy,” you mumble, words slurred, cheek pressed against his throat. “But you smell good. like soap and cologne. And you’re always warm. That’s annoying.” He grins—stupid, wide, helpless. “you’re drunk.” “You’re pretty,” you say, poking his jaw. “Your face is all mean, but you’re nice. secretly. Don’t think I don’t know.”

His laugh rumbles through your spine. “Don’t tell anyone. It ruins my rep.” Your fingers curl into his shirt. Your perfume clings to his throat. His muscles shift under your body, strong and steady, and you don’t fight him this time. You just let him take you home.

like he always does.

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stepbro!rafe teaching reader how to ride his dick?

— stepbro!rafe teaching u how to ride his dick

warnings — STEPCEST, corruption kink, unprotected sex, lots of praising, riding, reader is a virgin, lewd language

"okay, easy now," rafe murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through you. his hands are firm on your waist, a grounding presence as you sit nervously, awkwardly, on his lap. you're straddling him on his bed, naked and trembling, the reality of what's about to happen crashing over you in waves of fear and dizzying excitement. your parents could walk in at any moment, but none of you care.

he can see the apprehension in your eyes. a slow, predatory smirk plays on his lips. he loves this — your innocence, your inexperience.

"don't be scared," he soothes, though his eyes hold a possessive, hungry glint that's anything but comforting. "i'll take care of you, sis. just listen to me." his thumbs rub slow, hypnotic circles on your hipbones, a deliberate motion to calm and arouse you simultaneously.

he shifts beneath you, positioning his thick, hard cock at your entrance. you gasp, instinctively trying to pull back, but his grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place. "shh," he whispers. "just relax for me. let me feel you."

he reaches down, his fingers finding your slick folds, coating his own length with your wetness. "see? already so wet f'me." his touch is confident, knowing, utterly different from your own fumbling explorations.

"now," he says, his voice dropping lower, becoming instructional. "i'm going to guide you down. i want you to go slow. feel every inch of me stretching you out. got it?"

you can only manage a shaky nod, heart hammering against your ribs. he guides your hips, and you slowly, tentatively, begin to lower yourself. the sensation is overwhelming — a sharp pressure, a stretching that feels both foreign and incredibly intimate. you wince slightly, stopping halfway.

"that's it, that's it," he praises softly, his own breathing becoming more ragged. "you're doing so good. so fuckin' tight…" he encourages you with a gentle upward nudge of his hips, urging you to take more. "just a little more, sis. take it all for me. i know you can."

driven by his command, you sink down the rest of the way, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips as you take him completely. the feeling of being full is breathtaking, intense. you stay still for a moment, impaled, adjusting to the sheet size of him inside you.

"perfect," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before he opens them again, locking onto your gaze. his hands stay on your hips, a firm guide. "start slow. lift up… yeah, like that… now back down. good."

you begin to move, awkward at first, but he guides you, his hands steering your hips, teaching you the motion. "that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "find the rhythm. feel how i move inside you. now, a little faster. arch your back. yeah… fuck, just like that, sis."

he watches you, a possessive heat in his eyes as you slowly learn to ride him. he's not just taking your virginity; he's teaching you, moulding you, ensuring that your first time, your every move, is orchestrated by him, for him.

"you're a natural," he groans, his hips beginning to lift off the bed to meet your downward thrusts. the pace quickens, your movements becoming less thought-out, more instinctual, driven by the incredible friction and the overwhelming feeling of him filling you.

he lets go of your hips, letting you find your own pace now that you have the hang of it. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, hair falling around your face, lost in the building pleasure. but rafe isn't done teaching.

"good," he pants, his eyes dropping from your face to your chest. "now give me these."

before you can react, his hands cup your breasts, lifting them, weighing them. then, he leans up with a groan, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. a sharp, electric jolt shoots straight from your nipple to your core, making you cry out. the combination of sensations is dizzying — the deep fullness of him inside you, the rhythmic pounding as you ride him, and the hot, wet pull of his mouth on your sensitive flesh.

he switches between them, lavishing each breast with equal, hungry attention, his tongue flicking and teasing while you continue to move above him. he's teaching you a new lesson now: how to handle multiple pleasure points at once, how to completely lose yourself. his hands never leave your breasts, squeezing and palming them, moulding them for his mouth.

the pleasure builds with unbearable speed, intense and overwhelming. your rhythm becomes frantic, desperate. you feel his own control slipping, his hips slamming upwards with more force. "that's it, sis," he murmurs against your wet skin. "cum for me. make a mess of your stepbro's cock."

and you do. your orgasm rips through you, a shattering, full-body convulsion that makes you scream his name, collapsing forward onto his chest as his mouth continues its relentless worship, swallowing your cries as he milks the very last drop of your release.

"did so good sis. but you'll definitely need some more practice."

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rafe x reader x jj threesome???

Mine to Break

Rafe Cameron x JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Warnings: Pre-smut buildup includes possessive themes, toxic lust, and emotional manipulation. NSFW / MDNI. M/M/F threesome, DVP, spitroast, spit play, face-fucking, sensory deprivation (blindfold), forced orgasm, vibrator overstimulation, breath play, collaring, degradation, praise kink, light bondage (restraints), consensual slapping/spitting, slight M/M tension, orgasm control/denial, cumplay, marking, breeding kink. Ruin kink.

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It started with one look — across the bonfire flames, your eyes met Rafe Cameron’s. Heat coiled in your belly, and you hated that it felt good.

You were a Pogue, through and through. Grew up on the rougher side of the island. Grew up running barefoot through the dirt with JJ Maybank beside you — that wild, sunburnt boy who got you into more trouble than anyone ever should.

And maybe that’s why you liked Rafe. He was trouble, too — but the kind wrapped in cashmere and cocaine. Kook royalty, with a violent streak that everyone whispered about.

JJ hated Rafe. Hated him more than anyone.

So when Rafe cornered you that night behind the beach bonfire, whispering filth in your ear, fingers grazing your bare thigh beneath your skirt… you didn’t stop him.

You let him touch. Let him taste.

You didn’t know JJ saw.

But he did.

And when you snuck off with Rafe to the Cameron house — up the winding stairs, down a hallway that reeked of expensive bourbon and old secrets — you didn’t expect JJ to follow.

But maybe you wanted him to.

Maybe a dark, secret part of you wanted to be caught. Wanted to be shared.

Rafe shoved you against his bedroom wall, mouth hot on your throat. “You think you’re so innocent. So pure. But I saw the way you looked at me.”

You moaned, body arching, chasing the friction. “You don’t know me.”

“I know you’re dripping,” he growled. “And I haven’t even put a finger inside you yet.”

Then the door creaked open. You gasped, pushing against Rafe’s chest — not in fear, but surprise.

JJ stood there. Leaning against the doorframe. Expression unreadable. Eyes dangerous.

“You’re a dumb bitch,” he said casually. “Letting him touch you?”

Your chest heaved. “JJ, I—”

“You want to get fucked, fine. But I’m not letting him take you alone.”

Rafe grinned, hand still under your skirt. “She wanted both of us. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

You opened your mouth — and didn’t deny it.

JJ stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. The lock slid into place.

Your breath caught.

The air changed.

This wasn’t going to be a fight.

It was going to be a lesson.

Your back hit the mattress, skirt hiked up around your hips, panties somewhere on the floor, heart hammering like a war drum between your ribs.

JJ stalked toward you like he’d been waiting years for this.

Rafe already had your wrists in one hand, silk tie looping around them like he’d done it a hundred times before. "You gonna be good for us, baby?"

You nodded — or tried to — but JJ was already between your thighs, dragging a thick stripe of spit up your inner thigh before biting down, hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Don’t lie to us," JJ growled. “You wanted this. Wanted us to ruin you. Admit it.”

You gasped. “I—I did. I want you to break me.”

Rafe fucking moaned.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Your wrists were yanked over your head and tied to the headboard. Rafe reached into his nightstand — came back with a blindfold and a sleek black collar. Your breath caught.

“Too much?” he asked, voice low.

You shook your head, already squirming. “Put it on me.”

JJ smirked, watching Rafe buckle the collar around your throat. “Fuck. Look at her. Already soaked.”

“I haven’t even touched her clit yet,” Rafe said, flicking it with two fingers. You jerked. “So responsive.”

“Sensitive,” JJ added, climbing behind you on the bed. “Good. I like her squirming.”

Rafe reached between your thighs and pushed two fingers in — slow, knuckles-deep, curling just right. Your breath hitched.

JJ slid a thick, plug-in vibrator into your pussy next, clicking it on low. The hum sent a shiver through you.

“She’s gonna come so fast,” Rafe said. “But she won’t be allowed to.”

You moaned in frustration, hips twitching. “Please—”

“No.” JJ’s palm struck your cheek, not hard — just enough to shock. “You take what we give you.”

Rafe grinned. “And nothing more.”

They edged you for minutes that felt like hours.

Fingers. Tongues. Ice.

JJ spat on your cunt. Rafe licked it off.

Your clit was swollen, body shaking, tears slipping beneath the blindfold. Your arms ached from pulling on the restraints.

And still — they didn’t let you come.

Until finally, Rafe leaned over you, lips brushing your ear. “You want to come?”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered.

“Then take both our cocks.”

Your body tensed.

Rafe flipped you over. JJ held your hips up. Rafe’s cock pressed to your entrance — big, blunt, and already wet with precum.

And then JJ pressed beside him.

You cried out — stretched wide, too full, brain going blank as they both fucked into your pussy at the same time.

“Fucking tight,” Rafe hissed, gripping your throat. “You were made for this.”

“She’s taking it,” JJ growled. “Look at her, fuck — clenching like she wants to milk us dry.”

They fucked you together, pounding in from behind while your face was buried in pillows, drooling, screaming into the sheets. You didn’t know where one cock ended and the other began — just fullness, heat, pain-pleasure overload.

You came, hard. Convulsing. But they didn’t stop.

Not even when your body sagged.

Not even when your voice cracked.

“You’re gonna take our cum,” Rafe snarled. “Every drop.”

“Gonna breed this perfect little cunt,” JJ echoed. “Fucking mark you. Make sure no one else touches you again.”

Rafe reached around and rubbed your clit, fast and mean. JJ bit your shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

You came again — mind shattering this time.

And then they did.

Rafe came first, loud and possessive, hips grinding, cock twitching deep inside you.

JJ followed, spilling hot and thick, groaning your name.

Your body slumped between them, dripping, ruined, ruined, ruined.

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You couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.

JJ kissed your shoulder, softer now. “That’s what you wanted, huh?”

Rafe chuckled, pulling off the blindfold. “Told you we’d break her.”

Your eyes fluttered open. Fucked-out. Raw. Wrecked.

And smiling.

“Again?” you rasped.

They both looked at each other.

And smirked.

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— stepbro!rafe is big

warnings: mdni, stepcest, unprotected sex

his thick tip presses against your drooling entrance. then, slowly he sinks in. “fuck,” he grunts. only his tip is inside and he can barely fit anymore.

“too big!” you whimper, already feeling hazy from the delicious stretch. he chuckles and shakes his head, staring into your eyes. he pulls his tip out and tries the thrust in again, but your tight cunt halts his entry.

“never had a real dick, huh?” he spits, grabbing your ankles harshly and throwing them over his shoulders.

his words land like a slap. it’s true. all the boys you’ve been with in the past weren’t anything compared to the length and girth of your stepbrother.

you try to snap something back, but all that comes out is a choked gasp as he thrusts again, deeper this time, the head of him forcing past the resistance. you feel split, branded. your hands claw uselessly at the sheets.

“relax,” he growls, like it’s easy. like you’re not being cracked open by the sheer weight of him. he’s watching you fall apart, eyes dark and greedy, hips grinding slow just to hear the way you whimper. “you’ll take it,” he murmurs, almost gently now, dragging his palm up your thigh and gripping hard enough to bruise. “every inch. even if i have to break you open for it.”

and you want him to.

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— stepbro!rafe may have a breeding kink

warnings: mdni, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation

“fuck,” he groans, relentlessly moving in and out of your soaked cunt. he has been pounding into you for an hour now. you checked out after your third orgasm and his second. now, you lay limp and overstimulated as he continues his assault on your pussy.

“rafe, feels so good.” you manage to whimper out. it’s the first coherent thing you’ve said in a few minutes. he replies with a grunt and smushes your head deeper into your pillows.

“damn right it does,” he smirks and slaps your ass. you begin to approach your fourth orgasm of the night as his long cock keeps kissing your cervix. “gonna cum for me again?” he chuckles, reaching his hand around you to rub circles on your clit. you practically scream in response. thank god everyone is out of the house again today. your cunt clamps on him like a vice, suffocating his thickness.

“rafe!” you call out, reaching your hand back to grab onto his forearm.

“rafe!” he mocks your tone in a high-pitched voice. “rafe, what?” he asks, grabbing onto your hair and pulling your head up. he leans forward, hitting even deeper inside of you at this angle. “rafe cum inside of me? or rafe fill me with your cum?” he degrades. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll do just that.” and he does.

with a few final punishing thrusts, he paints your walls white. he moans, releasing so deep inside of you. he keeps himself buried in you, just to make sure it sticks. and when he finally pulls out, he takes his fingers and stuffs his release back into you. “can’t waste any of that.” he murmurs, three fingers deep inside of you.

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rafe likes to make you cry when he fucks you

His hips were already rocking against yours, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated right through you. Rafe’s hard cock was buried, deep, inside you, stretching you to your limit with every thrust. You gasped, head thrown back against the pillows on his bed, the sheets tangled around your legs. He had that intent look on his face, eyes sharp and focused, watching every little twitch, every ripple of pleasure that crossed your face.

"Fuck baby, just like that," he rumbled, breath hot against your ear as he leaned down, a possessive hand gripping your hip, pinning you to the mattress. His fingers dug in, just enough to leave a mark, and you arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips. The rhythm was picking up, a frantic pulse that mirrored your own racing heart. He was moving faster now, that thick length sliding in and out, slick and hot, hitting that sweet spot every single time.

You could feel the edge getting closer, a delicious, unbearable tension building low in your belly. Your eyes were squeezed shut, caught up in the rising tide, but then his hand was on your jaw, fingers a little rough as he angled your face up, forcing your eyes open. His blue gaze bore into yours, an almost predatory glint there. He thrust hard, one deep stroke that made you cry out, and he leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"Cry for me," he demanded, those words a jolt, cutting through the haze of pleasure. "Come on, baby. Cry for me."

No, not like this. Not now. You tried to pull away, a small whimper catching in your throat, but his grip was firm. He didn't let you go, just held your face captive, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he plunged back into you, harder this time, pushing you right to the brink.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, so intense, it was almost pain. A tear escaped, then another, hot trails down your temples as he watched, his eyes devouring every single one. You felt your control shatter, the dam breaking, and you sobbed, a ragged sound escaping you just as your body convulsed around him, clenching tight as he emptied himself deep inside you. He held your tear-streaked face through it all, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

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( 💭 ) thinking about rafe fucking you raw . . .

he goes absolutely feral whenever you let him hit it without any protection, loving the feeling of just how good you feel when there's nothing between the two of you.

rafe would be panting and moaning, eyes screwed shut as he forced himself even deeper inside of you.

he'd hold your legs apart, leaving a patch of marks on your thighs from how roughly he was gripping your skin.

"god, darlin' you feel so fucking good. are ya gonna let me put a baby in you, hmm?"

rafe wouldn't even last minute more before he came inside of you, grunting as he stilled inside of your pussy.

once he pulled out, his cock would quickly be replaced by his fingers. he'd shove them deep into your dripping hole, murmuring that he didn't want any of his cum to spill out.

placing his other hand on your stomach, "can't wait for you to have my baby in here soon" he'd hum as he rubbed your belly gently, a dazed look on his face.

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“god bless america, and that bikini”

military!rafe x wife!reader

warnings: patriotism, teasing, possessiveness, smut (18+): oral (f receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex (backyard), dirty talk

a/n: divider by @konigslittleliebling

you never stood a chance the second you stepped out in that bikini.

bright red, tied at your hips, thin as a string and barely legal for the neighborhood block party. and judging by the way rafe dropped the spatula and nearly burned the hot dogs, he wasn’t handling it well.

"jesus christ, baby," he muttered, lips parted, hand already adjusting his grip on the grill tongs. "you tryin' to get me dishonorably discharged from this cookout?"

you gave him a sweet smile, sunglasses on, hair pinned up, baby on your hip. “what? it’s festive.”

"ain’t nothin’ ‘festive’ about my dick bein’ hard next to your daddy’s lawn chair,” he growled under his breath as he grabbed a burger bun. “go sit your pretty little ass down before i bend you over the cooler."

but you didn’t listen. not really. not when teasing him was your favorite pastime — especially when he was in full dad mode, muscles glistening from the sun, camo shorts hanging low on his hips, dog tags sticking to his chest.

you bent over the picnic table slowly, grabbing watermelon slices for the kids, and you heard him curse so softly behind you, it made your thighs press together.

the kids didn’t notice. too busy shrieking with glowsticks and kicking in the baby pool. the dogs were passed out. the fireworks hadn’t even started yet.

you passed behind him again on purpose, brushing your hand across his back.

“you good, sergeant?” you said sweetly.

“keep it up,” rafe gritted. “we’ll see how cocky you are once your knees hit the grass.”

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later, when the burgers were eaten and the sparklers burnt out, the kids passed out under a netted play tent on the patio — and rafe found you behind the shed, pretending to clean up.

he grabbed your waist from behind, lips to your neck.

"you done playin’ with fire, sugar?”

you turned in his arms, fingers sliding into the waistband of his shorts.

“depends,” you whispered, “you gonna put it out?”

he didn’t even let you finish. his mouth was on yours, hands slipping under your thighs, lifting you against the siding of the house like you weighed nothing.

"been thinkin’ about this all damn day," he growled. "every time you bent over, every time you said my name… you think i didn’t notice?"

his hand slipped down, pushed your bikini bottoms to the side, fingers teasing but not giving.

"rafe," you breathed.

he kissed the corner of your mouth. "shh. lemme take my time. daddy’s been deployed too long for this pussy not to remember who it belongs to."

and god, the way he worshipped you.

he tugged the fabric down your thighs, kissed your stomach, your hips, your inner thighs like you were sacred — before dropping to his knees right there in the grass.

your back hit the shed door. his tongue hit your clit. and the sky exploded with red, white, and blue behind him.

you were shaking when he finally stood back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"god bless this country,” he muttered, “but god damn do i love this pussy more.”

he fucked you slow after that — hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, the other gripping your thigh like a lifeline. fireworks bursting in the sky while he chased his own.

"tell me you’re mine," he said, breathless against your lips.

"i’m yours," you whispered. "always yours, rafe."

and when you came for the second time, legs wrapped tight around him, he kissed your forehead and whispered, “happy 4th of july, baby. now let’s go put the kids to bed.”

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Hey, I was wondering if you could write something including using sex toys for the first time with bf!rafe. And how it would be like very new and intense for both but Rafe still tries to be the more dominant one.

Love your stuff, and only do it if you’re comfortable with it. Xx

— using sex toys w. bf!rafe

warnings — use of sex toys, lewd language

the smooth, silicone head of the vibrator presses against your clit, sending a deep, buzzing thrum through your entire body that's both intensely pleasurable and strangely alien. you gasp, hips bucking slightly off the bed, hands fisted in the sheets. opposite you, rafe watches with a focused curiosity, his dark eyes glittering with excitement. this is new territory for you both, a landscape of buzzing plastic and remote controls you're navigating together for the first time.

he holds the small remote, thumb hovering over the buttons. "more?" he asks, his voice a low, husky rumble.

you can only nod frantically, already lost in the unfamiliar sensation. he smirks, a low, predatory curve of his lips, and presses the '+' button. the vibrations intensify, becoming a frantic, almost overwhelming buzz that makes your teeth chatter slightly. a low moan spills from your lips.

"good," he murmurs, clearly aroused by your reaction. he sets the remote aside for a moment and reaches for the other toy he'd picked out — a sleek, curved butt plug. he rolls the cool, weighted silicone in his palm. "ready for more, baby?"

before you can answer, he's pushing your legs higher, exposing you completely. he lines up the plug with your entrance, then slowly, deliberately, pushes it inside. you cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, the strange, deep pressure. it's not painful, but it's intense, stretching you in a way you've never felt before.

he leaves it there, a constant, weighty presence, before picking up the remote again. he turns the vibrator back on, pressing the vibrating head against your still-throbbing clit while his fingers, slick with lube, find your folds. the combination is overwhelming. the deep pressure from the plug, the intense buzzing against your clit, his knowing fingers stroking and teasing — it sends your senses into overdrive.

"rafe!" you cry out, pleasure so sharp it's almost painful.

"look at you," he groans, his own breathing becoming ragged. "taking it all. such a good fuckin' girl." he experiments with the patterns on the vibrator, switching from a steady hum to a frantic pulse, watching your body arch and convulse with each change. the plug inside you adds a unique, deep ache to every movement, every throb of pleasure.

he guides you expertly towards the edge, pushing you higher and higher with the relentless combination of toys and touch. your orgasm hits with staggering, unfamiliar force, a shattering release amplified by the new sensations. your body convulses violently, muscles clenching hard around the plug, as you scream his name, completely undone by this new, electrifying world of pleasure he's just unlocked for you.

"think you can handle my cock stuffed inside too?"

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OMG IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR NEW POST

Pls can you write something about being at a party with bsf!s1!rafe and him constantly staring and getting jealous of any other guy. I love your writing sm 💖

✮⋆˙ jealous s1!rafe can't seem to control the possessive feelings he has for his bestfriend!reader.

warnings — none, really! possessive and jealous bsf!s1!rafe. mentions of drinking.

cherie’s note — ilysm thank you for the request! so sorry it took me so long — been super swamped with irl stuff as of late. i hope you enjoy, cutie!

you didn't even like the guy that much.

he was cute enough, sure — tall, clean smile, backwards cap in that frat-boy kind of way — the kind of guy who had probably excelled in lacrosse in high school and still bragged about his winning goal. but he was charming in that performative, bro-ish way, leaning just a little too close when he talked, fingers brushing your wrist when he handed you his drink so you could "smell how strong it was."

you laughed at something he said — something that definitely wasn't that funny — and the sound came out louder than it should have, especially over the blaring music, and the thumping against the floor boards. a little forced, a little flirty. he grinned like he'd won something, stepping in close enough that his arm grazed your waist, thumb brushing the exposed skin near your hip as if it were casual.

you didn't notice it right away — but rafe did.

he saw everything from where he stood across the room, absentmindedly listening to topper and kelce argue over which preppy boat was superior, solo cup hanging loose in his hand. the flash of your smile. the way your body tipped toward the guy, even if it was just from the loud music, struggling to hear each other properly. the hand on your waist.

yeah — that was it.

he took one, final slow slip from his cup, jaw flexing, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek as that familiar burn settled deep within his chest.

muttering something under his breath, he excused himself from conversation with his best friends.

and then, he was moving.

the small, forced grin on your face faltered the minute you noticed rafe standing behind the boy, one hand on his shoulder as he effortlessly spun him around where he stood.

"yeah — nah. she's good," rafe said casually, stealing a lazy sip from his cup in that arrogant way you'd grown to recognize. his eyes flickered to the guy once, slow and dismissive. "find someone else to bother."

the guy gave a half-laugh, confused, but didn't push it. just held up his hands in surrender, and backed off.

you blinked up at rafe, startled, heart still skipping from how fast it all happened.

he didn't even look at you — not at first. he stood where the boy had been just seconds ago, taller, broader, his body cutting off the space around you like a wall. the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smoke of marijuana, and something faintly sharp — whatever cheap liquor had been in his cup — surrounded you now. familiar.

he took another sip, lips curling around the rim in that unbothered, cocky way he always did when he was pissed but pretending not to be.

"we're leaving," he said finally, voice low and flat.

your brows pinched. "what? why?" you shifted your weight, suddenly uncomfortable with his possessive tone.

"'cause i said so."

you scoffed, "you can't just— rafe, i was talking—"

"yeah?" his brow ticked, voice all lazy venom. "looked like he was doing more than talking."

you swallowed — hard, dryly.

"don't argue," he spoke smoothly, not even lookin at you. his hand was already sliding around your wrist, firm and final. "let's go."

he didn't let go of your wrist until the cool-night breeze bit against your skin.

and when the front door slammed shut behind you, you weren't sure if you were more angry with him... or at yourself for always going. always listening.

[multihaven]

princesskook!reader and rafe being coked out and dry humping at a party

DRY HUMPING W/ RAFE . . .

the party’s a chaotic blur, a haze of thumping bass, spilled drinks, and bodies packed into some kook’s sprawling beach house. the air’s thick with the sharp tang of liquor and weed, laughter and shouted conversations fighting to be heard over the music. you’re perched on a couch in the corner, legs crossed, your tight little dress riding up just enough to make you feel like the princess you are.

rafe’s next to you, one arm slung around your shoulders, but he’s not all there—his eyes are glassy, pupils blown, that jittery edge to him that only comes when he’s been sniffing lines all night. he’s coked out, buzzing with energy, his leg bouncing as he talks too loud to some guy across from you, his hand gripping a red solo cup that’s mostly vodka by now.

you’re annoyed, lips pursed, arms crossed under your chest, pushing up your cleavage just enough to make rafe’s boys sneak glances. you’re over this scene—over the sweaty crowd, the sticky floor, the way rafe’s too wired to notice you’ve been giving him the silent treatment for the last twenty minutes.

you’re horny, aching for him, the kind of need that’s been building all night, fueled by the way he looked earlier, all sharp jawline and fitted shirt, before the coke took over. you want to go home, want him to take you apart in your bed, but rafe’s not picking up on it, too caught up in his high.

“rafe,” you say, voice sharp, leaning into his side, your hand on his thigh, nails digging in just enough to make a point. “can we go? i’m bored.”

he doesn’t even look at you, just laughs at something the guy says, his hand squeezing your shoulder absentmindedly. “chill, baby, we’re good,” he says, voice loud, that outer banks drawl slurring slightly from the liquor and the coke. “party’s just gettin’ started.”

you huff, rolling your eyes, shifting so your dress hikes up a little more, knowing he’ll notice eventually. “rafe, i’m serious,” you whine, leaning closer, your lips brushing his ear, voice dropping to that bratty, pouty tone you know gets under his skin. “i wanna go home. now.”

he finally glances at you, eyes flicking down to your legs, your cleavage, then back to your face, and there’s a spark there, that dark, hungry look he gets when you push him. but he’s still buzzing, not ready to leave. “what’s the rush, princess?” he says, smirking, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your thigh, gripping it hard. “you lookin’ this good, we ain’t leavin’ yet.”

you scowl, crossing your arms tighter, turning your body away from him slightly, giving him the full brat treatment. “fine, stay then,” you snap, voice dripping with attitude. “i’ll just sit here and die of boredom.”

he laughs, low and rough, and you feel his hand slide higher up your thigh, fingers brushing the hem of your dress. “oh, you’re gonna be a little bitch tonight, huh?” he says, voice teasing but with that edge that makes your pulse race. he leans closer, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot. “what’s got you so worked up, baby? tell me.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold onto your annoyance, but the way his hand’s creeping up your thigh, the way his voice is all low and dirty, is making it hard. “i’m horny, rafe,” you admit, voice a little whiny, turning to face him, your hand grabbing his wrist to stop his teasing. “and you’re just… ignoring me.”

his smirk widens, eyes darkening, and you can tell he’s getting off on your attitude, on the way you’re practically squirming already. “poor thing,” he says, mock-pity in his tone, his hand slipping under your dress now, fingers brushing just close enough to make you tense. “my princess all needy and i’m not givin’ her what she wants, huh?”

“rafe,” you hiss, glancing around, aware of the crowd, the people not far off, but he’s already moving, shifting you so you’re straddling his thigh, your dress hiked up just enough to stay decent. your eyes widen, and you grab his shoulders, whispering, “what are you doing? people can see.”

“let ‘em look,” he says, voice rough, one hand on your hip, the other gripping the back of your neck, pulling you close so his lips are at your ear. “you’re my girl, yeah? gonna take care of you right here.” he’s high, reckless, and you know he doesn’t care who’s watching, that possessive streak in him flaring up at the thought of anyone seeing you like this, knowing you’re his.

you’re about to protest, but then he flexes his thigh, the hard muscle pressing right against you, and you gasp, the friction hitting exactly where you need it. “rafe,” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, and he chuckles, low and dirty, guiding your hips to rock against him.

“that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with that drawl, his hand on your hip setting a slow, steady rhythm. “just grind on me, yeah? gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good.” his words are filthy, coaxing, and you’re too far gone to care about the party anymore, your body moving on instinct, chasing the pressure, the heat.

you’re trying to be discreet, keeping your movements small, but it’s hard when he’s watching you like that, eyes locked on your face, all intense and hungry, like he’s getting off on every little sound you make.

“fuck, you’re so hot like this,” he says, voice low, his grip tightening on your neck, pulling you closer so he can kiss you, messy and deep, tongue claiming you. “my needy little princess, humpin’ my leg in front of everybody.”

you moan into his mouth, half-embarrassed, half-thrilled, the risk of it all making it hotter. people are close, but the couch is tucked in the corner, and the music’s loud, the crowd too drunk to care. still, the idea that someone could see you, could know exactly what you’re doing, sends a thrill through you, mixing with the way his thigh feels, the way his hands guide you.

“rafe, please,” you whimper, voice shaky, and he smirks against your lips, flexing his thigh again, making you jolt. you’re soaked, you know you are, probably leaving a mess on his jeans, but he doesn’t care, just keeps you moving, keeps coaxing you with that low, dirty voice.

“c’mon, baby, you can do it,” he says, lips brushing your ear, his hand on your hip grinding you down harder. “wanna feel you come like this. wanna see my pretty girl lose it f’me.” his words are your undoing, the praise and the filth mixing with the pressure, and you’re trembling, so close, your breaths coming fast and shallow.

you’re trying to hold it together, but it’s too much—his voice, his hands, the way he’s watching you like you’re his whole world. “rafe,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, and he groans, low and rough, his own breathing uneven now, like he’s right there with you.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he mutters, his hand slipping to grip your ass, urging you faster, harder. “come f’me, baby. right here, let everybody know you’re mine.” his words push you over, and you’re coming, hard, a soft cry slipping out as you shake against him, clinging to his shoulders, his neck, anything to anchor you.

he’s not far behind, his grip bruising as he tenses, a low “shit” hissed against your ear as he comes, his jeans probably a mess now, but he doesn’t care, just holds you close, kissing you sloppy and deep as you both come down, panting against each other.

you’re dazed, giggling softly, still straddling his thigh as he leans back, smirking, looking way too pleased with himself. “still wanna go home, princess?” he teases, voice rough, his hand stroking your back, possessive and soft all at once.

you swat his chest, half-embarrassed, half-satisfied, but you’re grinning, leaning into him. “you’re such an asshole,” you mutter, but you’re kissing him again, slow and sweet, knowing you’re not going anywhere for a while.

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[multihaven]

⋆˚࿔ trailer¡park reader && rafe cameron

TOO DUMB TO THINK.

The air is thick with smoke, hazy tendrils curling through the dimly lit room, clinging to your skin, seeping into your lungs. The couch beneath you is worn, springs digging into your back as Rafe fucks you into it, each brutal thrust shoving you deeper into the cushions. Your body feels weightless, boneless, a pliant thing made only for his use. Everything is slow, syrupy, your mind slipping between the cracks of consciousness, drowning in the pleasure he forces on you. Your limbs are slack, useless, your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused as you stare at the ceiling, watching the smoke swirl above you.

Barry leans against the doorframe, a blunt dangling from his lips, watching like he’s studying a piece of art. The ember glows as he inhales, the scent mixing with the musk of sweat and sex. His eyes are hooded, dark, flickering between where Rafe splits you open and the ruined expression on your face. He exhales slowly, smoke pouring past his lips, lazy amusement curling at the edges of his mouth. ❝Fuck, man, she’s just a dumb little slut for you, huh?❞ His voice is thick, dripping with something that makes your stomach clench, makes your thighs tremble where they’re spread wide, forced open by Rafe’s unforgiving grip.

Rafe laughs, the sound sharp, teeth flashing in the dim light as he drags his fingers down your spine, pressing into your skin like he wants to leave bruises, wants to mark you from the inside out. ❝You don’t know how good she is until you’re the one making her scream, Barry.❞ His voice is rough, strained, pleasure thick in every syllable. His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt, making you jolt, making your back arch, a wrecked whimper spilling from your lips. You’re so far gone, teetering on the edge of oblivion, floating in the space between pleasure and nothingness, between reality and something dreamlike, something deeper.

Barry exhales another cloud of smoke, the glow of the blunt flickering as he grins, sharp and knowing. ❝She looks like a fuckin’ doll, man. You see how pretty she is like this? All fucked out and dumb for you? ❞ He steps closer, the heat of his presence pressing against your skin, making your lashes flutter. His knuckles brush over your cheek, slow and deliberate, his touch light but condescending. ❝Are you even still in there, doll? Or did Rafe already fuck you stupid? ❞

Your lips part, a breathless sound escaping, but no words come, only the softest whimper, the barest acknowledgement that you can still hear them, still feel everything, even if you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything but take what Rafe gives you. Barry chuckles, dragging the blunt across his lips before tapping ash onto the floor, like this is nothing more than some casual conversation, like you aren’t laid out, trembling and wrecked between them.

Rafe grips your chin, forcing your head back, making you look at him, his pupils blown wide, sweat beading at his temples, golden skin glowing in the dim light. ❝Still with us, sweetheart?❞ His voice is sweet and teasing, but there’s a cruel edge to it, a twisted sort of satisfaction in the way you struggle to focus, to hold onto the fraying threads of lucidity. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours, but he doesn’t kiss you, just lets his breath fan over your mouth, lets you chase the contact, lets you beg without words. ❝God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Can’t even fight it, can you? ❞ You shake your head, or at least you think you do, but your body doesn’t really belong to you anymore. It belongs to them. To him. To the hands that grip you too tight, to the mouths that spill filthy words into your ears, to the eyes that devour every little reaction you give, drinking it up like something sacred.

Barry hums, the sound low, appreciative. ❝She’s fuckin’ ruined, man. You got her trained real good. ❞ He drags his fingers over your parted lips, pressing them into your mouth, watching as your tongue flicks out instinctively, your body moving on autopilot, doing whatever they want without hesitation. ❝Bet she’d let you do anything to her right now.❞

Rafe groans, his pace stuttering for half a second before he doubles down, thrusts rough and punishing, pulling wrecked sounds from your throat, your hands clutching at the cushions, searching for something solid in the mess of sensation. ❝She’s already let me,❞ he mutters, mostly to himself, his voice wrecked, his grip tightening. ❝Fuck, baby, you feel too fucking good. Can’t get enough of you. ❞

The heat builds again, sharp and all-consuming, sparking behind your eyes, curling in your gut. You whimper, thighs trembling, body tensing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming. Rafe feels it, curses under his breath, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin. ❝Are you going to cum for me, baby?❞ His voice is hoarse, ragged, desperate. ❝Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over me?❞ Barry watches, grinning, his gaze locked onto the way you fall apart, the way you shatter, moaning and trembling, your body wracked with pleasure, boneless beneath Rafe’s unrelenting pace. ❝That’s it, baby,❞ Barry murmurs, voice low, smug. ❝Give him a fuckin’ show.❞

And you do. You unravel, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you spent, ruined, floating somewhere between reality and something far more dangerous. Rafe groans, burying himself deep, chasing his own high, his breath hot against your ear as he spills inside you, claiming you in every way that matters. The room spins, the smoke thick, the weight of their gazes still heavy on your skin. Barry takes another drag, exhales slowly, watching you through the haze. ❝Shit, man,❞ he drawls, flicking the last of his blunt into an empty bottle. ❝She’s a fuckin’ dream.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : just something filthy and fun <3 hope u enjoy, mwah !! trying to get through anon requests soon, I promise !! also… what do we think about Barry being involved? be honest 

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[multihaven]

Hi! Can you do S (spit in mouth) with best friend rafe?

Thank you!!

S – Spit

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

mdni 18+

It starts with him teasing.

Like always.

You’re sprawled across Rafe’s bed, both of you slightly tipsy, some movie forgotten in the background, your legs tangled like they always are. He’s leaning over you now, grinning like a menace, two fingers pressed to your lips.

“Open,” he says.

You roll your eyes. “Why?”

“Just wanna see somethin’.”

You open your mouth anyway, because you always do what Rafe says when he asks like that—low, lazy, confident. His thumb drags along your bottom lip, and then he hums, all soft and mocking.

“Good girl.”

Your thighs clench.

He doesn’t miss it.

His eyes flick down, something darker passing through them. Then he leans in close—closer than best friends should—and tips his chin.

“Stick your tongue out.”

Your heart pounds. “Rafe…”

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “Just a little. Be good f’me.”

So you do. And he spits.

A slow, lazy drop right onto your tongue—warm and obscene—and you don’t move. You don’t flinch. You let it sit there, breath shaking, until he growls, “Swallow it.”

You do. You fucking do.

And that’s it for him.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, mouth crashing to yours in a kiss that’s messy and desperate and so long overdue it makes your whole body ache. He rolls you under him, hands everywhere, grinding into you hard enough to make you gasp.

“Always knew you were filthy,” he hisses, lips dragging down your throat. “You want my spit but won’t let me fuck you? That make sense to you, baby?”

“You never asked,” you pant.

He pulls back, breath ragged. “I’m asking now.”

You nod before he even finishes the sentence.

And when he slides your shorts down and shoves his fingers inside you—rough, deep, possessive—you’re already moaning for more, already arching into him like this was always gonna happen.

Like you’ve been waiting for it.

And Rafe? He leans over, breath warm against your cheek, and whispers:

“Next time I spit in that mouth, it’s gonna be right before I fuck it.”

a/n: omg i think i blacked out writing this?? this somehow turned into the filthiest best friends to lovers spiral of all time. rafe is definitely the type to say “swallow it” like it’s a love language. thank you baby for requesting a letter!!

♥️ lani

nsfw a-z

[multihaven]

hiiiii!! i’m obsessed with literally everything you write!! i’ve been listening to sports car by tate mcrae lately and kind of am dying to have a fic inspired by it!! you can totally choose which rafe works with it-just please not step bro :)

— bf!rafe fucking u in his sports car

warnings — public sex (kinda), car sex, unprotected sex, lewd language

a/n — omg i love tate mcrae! i've never written anything like this before so i hope you like it <3

the roar of the crowd fades as rafe slams the car door shut, cocooning you both in the surprisingly plush interior of his low-slung sports car. the air inside is thick with the scent of burnt rubber, adrenaline, and rafe's sweat. he just won, the victory still blazing in his eyes, a wild, untamed energy radiating off him in palpable waves. he doesn't even bother taking off his racing helmet immediately.

"that felt fucking good," he growls, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet, turning to you in the cramped passenger seat. his eyes, visible through the visor, are electrifying, predatory.

before you can offer congratulations, he's on you. he leans across the centre console, pushing you back against the door, his mouth crashing down onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss that tastes of triumph and raw power. the helmet bumps awkwardly against your forehead, but neither of you cares.

his hands are rough, impatient, yanking at your clothes. he pulls your top off, fumbling with the clasp of your bra with one hand while the other shoves your skirt high up off your thighs. the gear shift digs uncomfortably into your hip, but the discomfort is lost in the sudden, overwhelming surge of his need.

"need you," he snarls against your lips, finally ripping off his helmet and tossing it carelessly into the back. his hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, his face flushed. "need you now."

he doesn't wait for permission. he unzips his racing suit just enough, freeing his thick, hard cock, already slick with pre-cum. he grabs your hips, lifting you slightly, angling you awkwardly over the console, and then slams into you with a force that steals your breath.

the confines of the car make it brutal, raw. your legs are cramped, your back pressed against the window, but the sheer, animalistic intensity of it is intoxicating. he fucks you with the same aggressive, relentless energy he just displayed on the track — fast, hard, taking what he wants. each thrust is a powerful, jarring impact, making the car rock slightly on its suspension.

"fuckkk," he groans, burying his face in your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder as he pounds into you. the scent of him — sweat, adrenaline, victory — is overwhelming, primal. you cling to him, nails digging into the tough fabric of his racing suit, your own cries muffled against his skin.

the gear shift, the steering wheel, the tight space — it all adds to the raw, illicit thrill. he pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, a wild, triumphant smirk on his lips. "this is for winning," he pants, before driving into you again, deeper, harder, pushing you both towards a frantic, explosive release that mirrors the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. he cums with a guttural roar, collapsing against you, pinning you against the car door.

"fuck- you're my good luck charm, baby."

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