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[dsfault]

she does I KNOW IT 😜

[dsfault]

i fear that’s me :/

[hearts4hughes]

PLEASE some rafe is an asshole to everyone but reader fluff!!!!

everyone hates him. your friends think he’s rude. your neighbor crosses the street when he sees him coming. even the barista at that coffee shop on main visibly flinched when rafe smirked and said “don’t fuck up her drink again.”

and okay, fine, he can be a dick—he likes being a dick. it gets him what he wants faster, and he hates small talk, and he genuinely doesn’t care if anyone likes him—as long as you do. and you do.

you hear his voice before you round the corner. it’s sharp, disdain curling off every syllable. whatever conversation was happening on the boneyard bench before you got there has clearly gone downhill fast.

“jesus, topper,” rafe snaps, “do you ever think before you open your mouth?”

topper’s standing, arms out like he’s trying to defend himself, but rafe’s leaned back on the bench, legs wide, jaw tight, murder in his eyes. you pause for half a second. then you move. without saying a word, you slip between them and drop onto the bench beside rafe. it’s casual, innocent, like you didn’t just sit next to a loaded weapon.

he doesn’t react right away. not verbally, at least. but his hand finds your knee almost instantly. it settles there like it belongs, thumb rubbing over your skin in a slow circle. like he wasn’t just seconds away from strangling his childhood best friend.

topper blinks. “oh. hey.”

you give him a polite smile. “hi.”

rafe doesn’t look at topper again. he doesn’t need to. the shift in him is obvious, almost absurd. his posture eases, his voice drops an octave. “hi, baby,” he says, like the word tastes good.

“hi, rafey.” you blush with a grin. “you done verbally assaulting your friends?”

“depends,” he mutters. “you gonna keep me from finishing the job?” you roll your eyes, but your hand slips into his anyway, fingers threading through his lazily. he squeezes once, like he’s already won something. “he was being an idiot,” rafe mutters under his breath, mostly to you now. “saying dumb shit like you wouldn’t be able to handle…”

“handle what?”

“nothing,” topper cuts in quickly. “it was a joke, dude.”

rafe levels him with a look that could kill a lesser man. “it wasn’t funny,” he says flatly. then, turning to you, he melts. his eyes soften, his lips curl into a smile. “you okay?”

you nod. “just tired.” rafe hums in reply. his hand moves, slides around your shoulders like it’s second nature, pulling you closer. you end up curled into his side, chin tucked near his collarbone, and he kisses the top of your head like it’s just another tuesday.

“rest,” he says, mouth brushing your hair. “i’ll deal with him.”

“you’re so dramatic,” you murmur, voice muffled by his shirt.

he smirks. “you like it.” god help you, you do.

topper stands awkwardly for another beat, then finally mutters, “i’ll just…go.”

“great idea,” rafe calls lazily, already playing with the hem of your sleeve like he didn’t just verbally eviscerate someone two minutes ago. as soon as topper’s gone, he exhales—long and slow—and rests his cheek against your head. “thanks for saving his life,” he murmurs. “i was close.”

“you’re awful.”

“i know,” he whispers. “but i’m nice to you.” it’s true, and when rafe is nice, it’s not performative—it’s real. it’s in the way he runs his fingers through your hair, in the way he always has a hoodie for you before you ask, in the way he’d go to war for you and sleep soundly after.

rafe cameron is an asshole to everyone—except you. and he doesn’t even knows how not to love you.

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[ditzyrafe]

riding rafe n he gets all whimpery and needy

— bf!rafe whimpering while u ride him

warnings — p in v, switch!rafe, riding, lewd language

you shift your weight, settling more fully on rafe's hips, the friction sending an immediate jolt through both of you. his hands grip your waist, fingers spreading possessively, lifting and lowering yourself onto his thick length, setting a teasing pace, enjoying the low groans rumbling in his chest.

he's usually the one setting the tempo, pushing you, demanding more. but tonight, you feel bold, taking control, wanting to see if you can unravel that carefully maintained composure of his. you find a specific angle, grinding down just so, hitting that spot deep inside that always makes his breath hitch.

his grip tightens involuntarily, knuckles turning white for a second. "yeah," he breathes out, the word rougher than usual. "right there."

you smile, a slow, knowing curve of your lips, and repeat the motion, adding a subtle circular grind at the base. that's when you hear it — not a groan, but a soft, choked whimper that seems pulled from him against his will. it's faint, almost lost beneath his ragged breathing, but you definitely heard it.

his eyes fly open, meeting your, wide with a flicker of surprise, maybe even embarrassment, before quickly squeezing shut again as you continue your movements. intrigued, you lean forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace slightly, deliberately targeting that spot again and again.

another whimper escapes him, louder this time, less controlled. his hips lift instinctively off the mattress, chasing your movements. "fuckkk," he gasps out, the word shaky. "please… don't stop."

the plea hangs in the air, raw and needy. this isn't the usual demanding rafe. this is different. and you're addicted. you slow down slightly, dragging out the sensation, letting him feel every inch as you slide up his shaft before sinking back down with agonising slowness, milking another low, desperate sound from him.

"rafey?" you whisper, leaning down close to his ear.

"god, yes… please," he repeats, his eyes remaining tightly shut. "it's too much… fuck, keep going." he sounds wrecked, completely lost in the sensation you're giving him. tremors start to run through his thigh, his entire body tense beneath you, coiled tight like a spring about to snap.

you ride him with relentless focus now, moving faster, harder, fuelled by his increasingly desperate sounds — the whimpers, the broken gasps, the choked repetition of curse words. his usual control is completely gone, replaced by this raw neediness that makes your own climax surge closer.

he arches beneath you, a full-bodied shudder racking his frame, his voice finally breaking on a high, strained cry as his release rips through him. you feel him pulsing hard and deep inside you, the intensity triggering your own orgasm just seconds later. you collapse on his chest, trembling and breathless, feeling the frantic hammer of his heart beneath your ear. he wraps his arms around you tightly, clinging almost desperately, his breathing coming in harsh, shuddering gasps against your hair.

he doesn't speak, just holds you, needy even in the aftermath.

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[dsfault]

obsessedddd

Could you do O- overstimulation with blue collar rafe but maybe he’s getting overstimulated? Like post orgasm torture or something??

O- Overstimulation

blue collar!Rafe x wife!Reader

mdni 18+

He didn’t expect to come that fast the first time.

But you’d dropped to your knees the second he got out of the shower—towel still slung low on his hips, skin flushed from the heat, hair damp and curling at the ends—and honestly? He didn’t stand a fucking chance.

You swallowed him down like you missed it. Like it was your favorite thing in the world. And maybe it is, because now he’s flat on his back in bed, breathless and panting, trying to recover while you crawl back up between his legs.

“Baby,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Fuck. That was—”

“Too much?” you ask innocently, pressing kisses to his hip, his lower belly, the flushed base of his cock.

His hands twitch on the sheets. “No, jus’… gimme a minute.”

You smile, kitten-licking at the sensitive head. “You always say that.”

He hisses. His thighs tense.

“Too sensitive,” he groans, voice cracking as you take him in again. “Jesus—fuck, I already came—”

“I know,” you whisper sweetly, rubbing his stomach with one hand as your mouth works him slow. “But you’re still hard, baby. Look at you. So full and pretty.”

You can tell he’s trying to stay still—trying to be good for you—but his hips keep stuttering up into your mouth, breath getting shakier every time you swirl your tongue.

“You’re gonna do it again,” you murmur, pulling back just long enough to stroke him slow, teasing his tip with the pad of your thumb. “You gonna come for me one more time, baby?”

He whines.

Full-on, shaky-throated, desperate whining. You grin.

And when you wrap your lips around him again, tongue pressed tight to the underside of his shaft, he chokes out a broken, “Oh my god—baby—please—”

He doesn’t even finish the sentence.

He just comes.

Harder than before. Loud and trembling, thighs flexing under your hands as his whole body shudders from the release. You swallow it all, stroking his hip while he rides it out, and when you pull back, he’s wrecked.

Sweaty. Flushed. Chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, throwing an arm over his eyes. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his abs. “You’re welcome.”

a/n: hiii i know it’s late but i was bored and felt inspired to write another one of these 🤪 this time blue collar!rafe is the one getting overstimulated, and honestly?? he deserves it. one little bj and he’s all sweaty, shaking, moaning through his second orgasm like a good boy 🥵 thank you for the request angel, this was so fun to flip around!!

♥️ lani

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[drewswife]

summary — you and Rafe take your 1-year-old baby girl to play with snow for the first time

warnings — fluff, rafe getting sappy when she says 'dada' for the first time

a/n — im having major baby fever i WILL be writing 82348 baby fics, also i didn’t edit this sorry if there’s any mistakes :/

It was a day I’d been looking forward to for months. Not just because it was the first real snow of the season, a soft, silent blanket covering the lawn, but because it was her first snow. Our little girl, barely a year old, was about to experience the magic of it for the very first time.

“You ready, little one?” I whispered, bundling her up in a tiny, puffy snowsuit that made her look like an adorable marshmallow. Rafe was already by the door, tugging on his own gloves, a wide, excited grin on his face. He’d been just as eager as me, maybe even more so.

“She’s going to love it,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual. He had this way of getting ridiculously sappy around her, and it was one of my favorite things about him.

We stepped outside, and a collective gasp escaped us. The world was transformed. The trees were frosted, the grass a pristine white, and fat snowflakes drifted gently from the sky. Our daughter, held securely in Rafe’s arms, blinked owlishly at the falling flakes, her eyes wide with wonder.

We found a clear patch of snow in the backyard, far enough from the house that she could really explore. Rafe carefully lowered her to the ground, and for a moment, she just sat there, looking at the white expanse around her. Then, tentatively, she reached out a mittened hand and patted the snow. Her eyes lit up.

“Snow!” I cooed, making a small snowball for her to look at.

She giggled, a pure, joyous sound that echoed in the quiet, snowy air. Rafe, who had been kneeling beside her, beamed. He started making a tiny snow angel, his movements careful and deliberate, and she watched him, utterly captivated.

“Dada!”

The word was soft, barely a whisper, but it cut through the crisp air like a bell. Rafe froze, his head snapping up. His eyes, usually so sharp and intense, were suddenly wide and glistening. He looked at me, then back at our daughter, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Did you hear that?” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

I nodded, my own eyes welling up. It was the first time she’d ever said it, and of course, it was for him. He was her whole world, and way she looked at him, with such adoration, melted my heart every single time.

“Dada!” she said again, a little louder this time, reaching out her hands towards him.

Rafe didn’t hesitate. He pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her snowsuit, murmuring indistinguishable words into her hair. He was completely gone, a puddle of sappy, loving dad.

I just watched them, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the chilly air.

“she couldn’t have said my name first” i pouted

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[cherrygirlfriend]

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[urcoolgf]

short blurb because this gif is so sweetheart¡reader coded ‪‪❤︎‬

rafe always loved how clueless you were. it wasn’t that you were dumb, more like you chose to not know about anything that didn’t interest you. ever since you started dating, you’d been even less interested in knowing anything than ever.

rafe took care of everything for you; he paid off all your phone bills, credit cards, paid for your beauty appointments, and shopping sprees. he just wanted you at home, hanging out with your friends, or doing whatever you wanted—taking care of yourself, and taking care of him.

even in moments like these —where anyone else would be frustrated—he was just swooning even more.

“no, baby, he’s coming over to get a spark plug. go into the garage, it’s in my box on the shelf to the left. i don’t want him messin’ up my stuff searchin’ for it,” he chuckled lightly, knowing damn well this was probably confusing you. usually he never asked you to get anything from the garage—or in general—but his friend was in desperate need, and rafe just happened to have a spare in the garage.

“okay! i’m at the box… wait– what’s a spark plug?,” your soft, cheery voice just melted him. he couldn’t help but smile, and shake his head on the other side of the phone.

“i’ll send you a pic, angel. check your messages,” he quickly snapped a picture of a spark plug from the car he was currently bent over. the oil from his hands making marks on his phone screen. he didn’t care—oil smudges were a second nature at this point.

“give me a second…,” he could hear your voice fade slightly as you pulled the phone away from you, and the clicking of your nails on the screen when you checked his text. “um… okay. are you sure you don’t just want him to come in here, and get it himself?,” your jokingly helpless tone made rafe smirk as he stuffed his phone back between his shoulder and cheek, hands finding their way back to the engine of the car.

“don’t want him in my stuff, that’s all. you got it, baby,” he could hear you rummaging through his things, metal clinking metal, a few louder bangs here and there like you had dropped something. he should’ve been pissed—if it were anyone but you he would have been—but it was just something about you that made it kind of endearing. cute in a way.

“wait– oh my God, i found it! ahh yay! i did it baby!,” you squealed, holding it between your soft fingers like a trophy. the shiny silver dulled by the old fluorescent lights that hung in the garage. “what do you want me to do with it?”

he laughed lightly at your excitement, even something as little as that had you squeaking with pride. “good job, baby. proud of ya. just put it on the kitchen counter, he’ll be there in a few to pick it up.”

“okay!,” you chirped. “come home soon! i miss you, baby,” you began pouting slightly, making your way back into the house and placing the part on the counter carefully like it would shatter if you were any less gentle with it.

“i miss you too, angel. i’ll be home as soon as i can. cut out a little early for my girl, yeah?,” he smirked, temptation laced in his words.

“yes please! i love you! bye baby.”

“i love ya more,” was all he said before you hung up, leaving him to chuckle to himself at just how lucky he was. sure, you were a little clueless, but that’s what he was there for—to handle things, to handle you. and that? that was his favorite job of all.

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[dsfault]

LOVE POSTED !!! WE CHEERED

all the ways I left

you thought you were better. in a better place, a better state of mind, better judgment, that you had gotten over it. just yesterday miles away. from family, friends, him, god especially him. away from all of it. the shitty place. shitty town. shitty people.

and yet, here you were.

but why you’d never understand.

and when you locked eyes, there they were:

same eyes. same voice. same ghost of a smile that used to mean everything.

and she looked like everything he’d tried to forget.

just like that, the past walked back in, wearing the same perfume and a thousand unspoken regrets.

something that wasn’ his anymore or maybe never had been. not when they’re so slippery that they don’t feel there even when you’re holding them.

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[dsfault]

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[hearts4hughes]

ೃ࿔:･ bsf!rafe is a ‘gentleman’?

“he opened the door for me.” sofia says it all dreamy, like it means something. like it’s rare, fragile, and blooming with potential.

you don’t even look up from your phone. “mm,” you hum. “he’s been doing that since he was thirteen.”

sofia blinks and scratches the back of her neck. “seriously?”

sarah snorts. “it’s true. he used to forget, and she’d just stand there in front of the door with this little princess expression until he realized.”

“okay-” you cut in, glancing up finally, a little smug. “it wasn’t like that.”

“oh my god, yes it was,” sarah says. “you wouldn’t move until he circled back like a sad little butler. even my mom started calling him your footman.”

you roll your eyes but don’t deny it because it was kind of true. it started small in the second grade. at the school doors, you just… paused and expected, with your foot practically tapping the ground. rafe, confused but eager to impress even then, jogged back and opened it. you smiled and he lit up.

then it was car doors…and pulling out your chair…and standing on the traffic-facing side of the sidewalk. not because you asked, but because you expected. you’d grown up around the kind of southern men who took off their hats when they walked inside and never let women pump their own gas.

and rafe just adapted. he learned your world like it was a second language. you never noticed. not until girls like sofia started fawning over “how sweet” he was.

you didn’t have the heart to tell them he still slammed doors when you weren’t around. that his idea of flirting was practically insults and bruised knuckles. that the only reason he even knew to grab your coat when it was cold was because the one time he didn’t, you gave him the silent treatment for an hour.

“he brought me a drink before i even asked,” sofia adds now, hopeful. “that’s sweet, right?”

you shoot sarah a look. she doesn’t even try to hide her laugh. “he only does that because of her.”

“what?”

“i mean, come on. you think he was out here reading etiquette books? he learned all that shit from being around her twenty-four-seven.”

sofia falters. “i…guess that makes sense.” her cheeks burn with something unusual.

you hum again, biting back a smile as you scroll. because rafe may be a lot of things—loud, reckless, occasionally unhinged—but to you, he’s always been the guy who brings your favorite snacks when you’re pissed. who pulls you behind him in a crowd without thinking. who mutters “careful, babe” every time you trip over your own feet, even though he’s the reason the hallway lightbulb’s still out.

and when he walks in ten minutes later, sweaty from god-knows-what and shirt halfway untucked, he barely glances at sofia. he sees you on the couch, sees your blanket slipping, and without a word, tugs it up over your shoulder before dropping down beside you.

you smirk. he doesn’t notice. but sofia does and for the first time, she finally gets it. rafe doesn’t do those things because he’s nice. he does them because he was raised on your standards. even if he never says it, you both know the truth…

if rafe cameron’s a gentleman, it’s only because you trained the beast yourself.

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[ditzyrafe]

— wanting to procreate w. bf!rafe

warnings — breeding kink, needy!reader, lewd language

a/n — the request is here

the ache deep in your womb is a constant, throbbing companion, a primal urge that happens almost every other day. it's more than just desire for rafe. it's a deeper, more fundamental need: to be filled, to be seeded, to feel it deep inside of you.

you wake him up before dawn, crawling on top of him, your hips already grinding against his sleepy, semi-hard length. "rafe," you whisper, your voice husky with need. "i need you, rafey… please…"

he groans, blinking up at you through heavy lids, a confused frown etching his brow. "baby, it's still dark."

"don't care," you murmur, already guiding him inside you, the familiar stretch a satisfying feeling. "need to feel you. need you inside me, daddy." you start moving, noticing his confused reaction to the new nickname.

he catches on quickly, his initial drowsiness replaced by a familiar, dark fire in his eyes. he knows this mood, this particular intensity you get. his hands grip your hips, meeting your thrusts, his own desire igniting rapidly. "i get it, you wanna get filled deep. ain't that right?" he growls against your skin, the words a filthy promise.

"yes," you gasp, riding him harder. "fill me up, rafey. all day. don't stop."

and he doesn't. the day becomes a blur of tangled limbs and slick skin, punctuated by your increasingly desperate pleas for him to cum inside you, again and again. you move from the bed to the shower, his hands splayed on the wet tiles as he takes you from behind, the hot water sluicing over your bodies. you fuck on the kitchen counter while breakfast burns forgotten on the stove, his fingers tangled in your hair, your cries muffled against his shoulder. each orgasm is a stepping stone, each time he spills himself deep within you.

"is this enough?" he pants, hours later, sprawled on the living room rug, you straddling him agains, relentless in your pursuit. "fuck, baby. you're insatiable."

"not yet," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him deeply. "more. i need more of you inside me." you can feel the subtly twinges in your abdomen, the heightened sensitivity, your body primed, waiting. every cell seems to scream for his seed.

he groans, but his hips lift, meeting your renewed rhythm. he's tired, you can see it, feel it in the slight tremor in his muscles. but your relentless need, your explicit desire to carry his child, seems to fuel a different kind of energy in him, a possessive, primal drive to provide, to claim you in the most fundamental way possible. he watches your face, the desperation in your eyes, the way you bite your lip to stifle your moans, and a dark, satisfied smirk plays on his lips.

"my horny little baby."

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