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Am I Okay Part 28

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| @murdockcastleslut | @arkofblake |@kimoralov3 | @my-name-is-baby |@honeyncherry | @marleymarleymarleymarley | @wdwbts101 | @rafegetinmybed | @raeven-marie43 | @the-oracle-at-delphinitely-not | @drewstarkeyswife0 | @littlelamy |

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firefighter! rafe ??

is this anything?? i just think theyre hot 😭

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warnings: possessiveness, fingering, public teasing (mention of others seeing reader), praise kink, light dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, overstimulation

pairing: firefighter!rafe x wife!reader

the front door slammed open hard enough to shake the picture frames.

you jumped, nearly dropping the bowl of brownie batter in your hands as heavy boots thundered down the hallway. you barely had time to process before rafe appeared in the kitchen doorway, his face still streaked with soot, suspenders hanging low off his bunker pants, undershirt clinging to his chest with sweat.

“rafe?” you blinked, brows raised. “baby, are you okay—?”

“you wore that to the station?”

his voice was low. rough. still laced with smoke and adrenaline. your mouth opened, but no words came out. he was already walking toward you, fast, hungry, eyes blazing like the fire he just walked out of.

“that little dress?” he growled, crowding you back against the counter, big hands already grabbing at the hem of the pink babydoll dress you’d worn when you brought cookies to his squad earlier.

“no bra, nipples pokin’ through. laughin’ with my boys like you ain’t the sweetest little thing in the world. you know what you do to me, don’t you?”

“rafe—” you whispered, breath catching when he lifted you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. “i—I just wanted to surprise you.”

he groaned, kissing you hard, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he owned it. one hand gripped your thigh, pushing the dress up to your hips, the other cupped your jaw.

“you did more than that, baby,” he rasped. “damn near got me killed today, couldn’t stop thinking about your little smile, the way you said "hi" to the chief like he wasn’t three seconds away from popping a boner over my fuckin’ wife.”

you gasped, but he was already sliding your panties down your legs, cursing low when he saw the wet spot.

“see that?” he muttered, dragging a thick finger through your slick folds.

“you love it when i get all possessive, huh? you like when i lose my shit over you.”

you whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as he rubbed slow, tight circles over your clit.

“missed you,” you whispered. “i just wanted to see you, wanted to make you happy—”

“oh, sweetheart,” he crooned, suddenly soft as he kissed your neck, “you do. always do. but you can’t walk in like that without me remindin’ you who you belong to.”

you nodded quickly, thighs trembling as he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you with a rhythm that made your head fall back against the cabinet. he bit your earlobe, chuckled darkly when you moaned his name.

“that’s it,” he murmured. “let me take care of you. gonna make you come so hard you forget your fuckin' name, sugar"

He let out a deep groan.

"i’m gonna bend you over this counter and fuck you so slow and deep, you won’t even want to wear that little dress out again unless i’m the one takin’ it off.”

your toes curled. his fingers moved faster.

“rafe—please—”

“come for me, baby. let me feel how bad you missed me.”

you shattered around him, crying out, thighs clenching, body shaking in his arms. he didn’t stop—kept stroking you, kissing you, whispering filthy praise until you were panting and squirming from the overstimulation.

and that's when you heard the unzipping of his pants.

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Hiii!! Can I request gynecologist rafe x fem reader that can’t orgasm and he helps her (some smut)

Tysm, love your stories!! <3

warnings: smut, taboo, age gap (19/29), medical kink, orgasm therapy, fingering, dirty talk, dominant!rafe, nervous!reader, lowercase

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x fem!reader

you’re not sure what’s worse—the paper gown, the stirrups, or the fact that the man standing between your knees is painfully attractive.

dr. rafe cameron.

“first time?”

he asks, voice low and smooth. he doesn’t look like any doctor you’ve ever seen. slicked-back hair, perfect teeth, sleeves rolled up to show strong, veiny forearms. his gold watch catches the light.

you nod. “yeah.”

his eyes flick down to your trembling knees. “nervous?”

“a little,” you whisper, even though your heart’s beating so hard it’s making your chest ache.

he hums, scribbling something on the clipboard.

“you’re nineteen. no birth control. no active partners. but you made this appointment yourself. so what’s goin’ on, baby?”

your cheeks burn.

god.

this is so embarrassing.

you look down at your hands, fingers fidgeting in your lap.

“i… i can’t finish.”

his brow lifts. “what do you mean?”

you hesitate. then, in a small voice, “i’ve never had an orgasm. not with someone. not by myself.”

he doesn’t laugh. doesn’t make a face. he just stares at you for a second like he’s reading you.

“how long you been tryin’?”

you shrug. “a couple of years.. i thought something was wrong with me.”

he steps closer. “nothing’s wrong with you.” a pause. “some girls just need a little help.”

your breath catches. “you mean…?”

his voice drops. “i mean, if you’re open to it, i can do an internal evaluation. a hands-on assessment. we’ll go slow. see if we can figure out what’s keepin’ you from letting go.”

you blink up at him, wide-eyed. “that’s… allowed?”

he smiles. “with your consent? yeah, baby. i’m licensed to make you feel good.”

you shiver.

he helps you lie back on the table, spreading your legs gently into the stirrups. the gown falls open. you’re bare under it. skin prickles as the cool air hits your center.

his eyes drag down your body, hungry. “pretty little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. then louder, “i’ll start with just one finger.”

you nod, breath shaky.

he gloves up, squirts a little lube onto his fingers, and presses one thick finger inside you. slow. smooth. your body clenches around the intrusion, and he pauses.

“tight,” he murmurs. “you ever use toys?”

you shake your head. “just fingers.”

“makes sense.” he pushes deeper, his other hand resting on your thigh to keep you still. “gonna feel around a little. let me know if anything feels good.”

you can’t speak—you’re already panting. he curls his finger upward, and your hips jolt.

he smirks. “there she is.”

he presses again. and again. and each time your back arches a little more. you’re gasping now, whimpering when he adds a second finger, stretching you wider.

his thumb brushes your clit, slow and steady. “you’ve been waitin’ for this, huh?”

“y-yeah,” you breathe.

“just needed someone to show you how your body works. someone who knows how to make you cum.”

his fingers speed up, thumb rubbing harder. your thighs shake, breath ragged.

“rafe—i—”

he mumbles low. “that’s dr. cameron to you, baby. say it.”

“dr. cameron,” you whine.

“that’s right. say it again when you come.”

your whole body is burning. your hands clutch the paper beneath you, hips grinding into his palm. it builds so fast you almost don’t believe it—your first real orgasm crashing through you like lightning, loud and hot and blinding.

you moan his name as you fall apart, legs trembling. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering, too sensitive to take it.

he finally pulls out, fingers glistening. he watches the way your pussy flutters, still clenching around nothing.

“fuck,” he mutters. “we’re definitely gonna need a follow-up appointment.”

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a girl can dream

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…DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER AU

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DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER who started the beginning stages of their secret relationship behind her father’s back when he found her crying one day at home. thinking she was all alone, she was hysterical as she paced the halls, her chest heaving as she tightly wrapped her arms around herself, a mix of both shame and rage weighing heavily on her heart. her parents promised her that they’d both be in attendance for what was supposed to be her big solo number that she put literal blood, sweat, and tears into, only for them to be nowhere to be found in the crowd of people watching the show. on top of her not having her ‘support’ system there, she was especially mortified at the fact that she messed up her routine as a result of not seeing their faces amongst the audience. rafe followed the sound of hyperventilative breaths until it lead him to find her curled up in the corner of her room, the soft pink tulle material of her tutu concealing her from his view. “y/n?” she jumped at the voice, her bloodshot eyes shooting up to meet dbf!rafe’s. he took one look at her mascara smudged face, and felt like he knew exactly what was going on.

DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER who stayed in her room talking until her tears dried, dbf!rafe sitting across from her on the floor with his back resting against her bed frame. “they don’t understand how hard i worked for this. i just needed them there, and they couldn’t even do that.” rafe zeroed in on her slippers, his eyebrows knitting together as he spotted the red patches adorning her tippy toes. “is that blood?” he reached for her foot, her body tensing as he softly stroked the satin material. the last thing she expected from him was to be so tender, the unfamiliar gentleness of his touch making something stir in her chest. “yes.. it happens all the time though, it’s fine.” she hissed, pulling away from him. rafe’s jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling as she avoided his burning gaze. “you’re overworking yourself, don’t you think?” she scoffed, resting her face in her hands as she shook her head. “no, no, you don’t get it— i have to be perfect,” she swallowed thickly, “it’s the only way they’ll look at me.” rafe felt his fists clench at his sides, her words bringing him back to when he was her age and desperate for ward’s approval.

DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER who have to cut their conversation short when they hear her father’s voice boom from downstairs, both swan!reader and rafe scrambling up from the floor as if they were getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. rafe left her room and snuck back downstairs where he pretended to walk out of the restroom, both him and swan!reader’s dad greeting each other as she listened in on them through the small crack of her door. “hey, man, thanks for waiting for me here, did y/n get dropped off from her recital already?” rafe cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyebrows knitting in faux confusion. “oh, i’m not sure—” swan!reader’s father waved a dismissive hand, motioning for rafe to follow him into the bar area. “it doesn’t matter, i heard she stumbled and took a fall,” he scoffed, “i pay thousands of dollars a year for her to be in that academy and she can’t even twirl and spin on a stage, ‘you believe that shit?” swan!reader felt like stomping downstairs and telling him that she only messed up because he wasn’t there, but instead she shut her door and let the tears flow again. it took everything inside of rafe to bite his tongue and keep his mouth shut.

DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER who start having regular ‘talks’ when no one is home. it starts with him dropping by ‘accidentally’ when her parents are out, both of them sitting a safe distance away from each other on the couch, the space between them lessening with each visit. he’s then giving her his cell phone number, telling her that she could reach out to him anytime.. and she takes full advantage. it isn’t until they start sending photos of random things to each other throughout the day that rafe starts thinking about whether or not he should be engaging with her like this. considering he has known her father since their college days, he only feels a smidge of guilt before she’s calling him one day in tears, her voice shaking as she could barely get out a clear sentence. “just hold on—” rafe was already rushing out of his office when he heard her broken sobs, “i-i’m coming for you right now, alright? don’t worry.” in no time, he was pulling up in front of her academy, his heart lurching in his chest once he spotted her crying on one of the nearby benches, her pink duffle bag hanging off of her shoulder.

DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER who end up back at his place due to swan!reader not wanting to go home, her arms crossed over her chest as rafe tried to talk her through her emotions. “i’m not going to justify what he did, because quite frankly, i know he’s an asshole, but your father just wants you to focus on your studies more—” her head shot in his direction, her eyes narrowing at his words. “so you think it’s fair that he has me taken out of my lead role?! he’s always saying that i’m not good enough but once i earn the chance to prove him wrong, he snatches it away from me?! i hate him..” rafe studied her for a moment, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he fought the urge to pull her into his embrace. he couldn’t understand why swan!reader’s father was the way he was, but it definitely wasn’t fair for her to be the one to take all the blows. “no, i don’t think you deserve that at all.” his voice is soft when he talks to her, it’s nothing like the harsh tone of her father’s when he’s barking out lectures. swan!reader can’t help but feel the overwhelming desire to feel him close, her feet moving before she can think. “can i?”

DBF!RAFE X SWAN!READER who find themselves approaching the line between right and wrong, dbf!rafe reaching for her hand as she stood between his thighs. pulling her down onto his lap, the two of them stare at each other, neither of them saying anything as rafe notices her eyes flicker down to his lips. “you’d make a really good dad,” she whispered, her hand feeling small in his, “you’re sweet and understanding..” rafe blinked, “..you don’t yell at me, you talk to me. i wish my dad was like that.” she pecked his cheek, her lips feeling pillowy soft against his skin. she continued pecking his face until she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, both of them sharing a look as the air grew tense. “we shouldn’t do this.” rafe was already giving in to her advances, his hands snaking down to her waist as he dragged her hips up the growing bulge in his slacks. “so take me home, then.” she lifted her arms up as rafe slipped off her top, leaving her in nothing but a white lace bra and powder pink leggings. “you are home.” was all he said before lifting her up and taking her to his bedroom.

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thinking about fuck buddy!rafe with a cross back tattoo…

You drew patterns across his inked skin after a hookup, his back slightly arched, his posture never perfect. Your nails dragged, marking him with the right amount of pressure. Hesitating, you opened your mouth to say something, to cross an unspoken line beyond your fuck buddies agreement.

“I didn’t know you’re religious,” you said fondly.

“I’m not,” He answered, before quickly whirling his head around. His gaze met yours. “But I can be. Are you?”

You were surprised by his warm reciprocation. Your mouth lifted with a small smile, and you shook your head softly. “No.”

“Good,” he exhaled a sigh of relief. His hand dropped to your naked hip and pulled you onto his lap. “I wouldn’t know what to do in church.”

“I don’t think we’re allowed in.”

“Why not?”

Your gaze dropped south to the shameless display of his body. “Premarital sex.”

He barked out a laugh. “Are you asking me to marry you?” he asked. “Because I’m crazy enough to do it.” His hot mouth met the curve of your ear. “And you’re crazy enough to say yes.”

@inthelibrarybtw & @promiscuousg1rl who saw it first <3

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“Not just friends, not yet lovers. Just two people tangled in something too hot to name.”

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE I NEED THIS DYNAMIC OMG

Backseat Confessions

Bsf!Rafe x Bsf!Reader

cw: smut, piv, oral (f. rec), unprotected sex

mdni 18+

Summary: A late-night drive with your best friend turns into something filthy and unforgettable when years of tension finally snap in the backseat of his truck — and Rafe makes it clear he’s done pretending you’re just friends.

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The truck was too quiet.

Engine ticking softly in the heat-soaked silence, windows cracked just enough to let in the summer air. My thighs stuck to the leather of the passenger seat as I shifted, trying to ignore the way Rafe kept glancing at me every few seconds — like he was waiting.

Like he knew.

We hadn’t even planned to go anywhere. Just ended up driving around after the bonfire like we always did, the two of us laughing too loud, avoiding the weight of everything that hung heavy in the pauses. His music low, my feet on the dash. Same routine we’ve had since we were sixteen.

But tonight was different.

“Why’re you all quiet now?” Rafe’s voice cut through the stillness, low and cocky. “You were talkin’ my ear off ten minutes ago.”

I glanced at him, heart ticking faster. “I’m not quiet.”

He smirked like he didn’t believe me. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console — close enough to touch. “Yeah, you are. You only get quiet when you’re thinking about doing something you shouldn’t.”

I swallowed hard. “Do you always have to say shit like that?”

He leaned back in his seat, turning his head to look at me fully now. That lazy grin. That look in his eyes — like he was already inside my head and had no plans of leaving.

“What, am I wrong?” His voice dropped. “Tell me I’m wrong, baby.”

I hated the way he said that. Baby. Like it meant nothing and everything at once. Like it was some inside joke between us and I was the only one laughing nervously at the punchline.

I looked out the window. “You think you know everything.”

“I know you.”

The air thickened.

“You been squirming in that seat since we left the party. Wearing that little dress—” he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “Knew I shouldn’t’ve let you leave the house lookin’ like that.”

I turned to him slowly. “Let me?”

His smirk widened. “You know what I mean. All those guys staring at you and you still ran back to me the second it was over. Wonder why that is.”

I hated how much I loved hearing it — the me in his voice, all cocky and territorial. I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.

Rafe leaned closer, voice low and dirty. “Bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?”

I choked on my breath.

His hand slid across the seat and landed on my bare thigh, hot and possessive. “C’mon, don’t lie to me now. You been sittin’ over there all quiet, all flustered — got that look on your face like you want me to do something about it.”

“You’re not serious.”

His hand crept higher.

I shivered when his fingertips brushed beneath the hem of my dress. He raised a brow, daring me to stop him — knowing I wouldn’t.

“You gonna make me check for myself?”

God, he was filthy. Shameless and smug, and I loved it. Loved the way he looked at me like I was his even if we’d never said the words out loud. Not just friends, not yet lovers. Just two people tangled in something too hot to name.

“You’re all talk,” I muttered.

That did it.

Rafe shifted fast, climbing over the console with zero hesitation, forcing me back against the door as his mouth crashed into mine. Hot. Desperate. Possessive.

I gasped when his hand cupped me over my panties, his thumb pressing right where I needed it. “Yeah?” he growled against my mouth. “Still think I’m all talk now?”

“Fuck—Rafe—”

His fingers moved with purpose, slow and taunting. “You wore this little dress just to tease me, didn’t you?” His lips trailed down my jaw. “Knew you weren’t wearing a bra the second I looked at you.”

I whimpered when he pinched my nipple through the fabric, making me arch into his touch.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Always actin’ like you don’t want me, then you let me touch you like this. So fuckin’ easy for me.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I breathed.

He smirked. “Still lettin’ me feel how wet you are, though.”

He slid my panties to the side and dipped two fingers into me in one slow, slick motion. I gasped, nails digging into his arm.

“That’s it,” he murmured, curling them just right. “So fuckin’ tight. Been thinking about this for months. You have no idea.”

“Then why didn’t you do something?” I whispered, breath shaky as he fucked me slow with his fingers.

“Didn’t wanna ruin it.” His mouth found my neck, tongue dragging over my pulse. “Didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

“You already did,” I moaned. “The second you touched me.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean, slow and filthy, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Backseat. Now.”

My whole body jolted.

I scrambled clumsily into the back as he shoved the front seats forward, watching me with hooded eyes and a grin like he’d won a prize. By the time I sat back against the door, he was already between my knees, tugging my dress up, dragging my panties down and tossing them somewhere in the dark cab.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he muttered, pressing open-mouth kisses to the inside of my thigh. “How fuckin’ long I’ve been dreaming about this exact moment.”

I bit my lip as he licked a stripe up my center, slow and possessive. “Rafe—”

“Say it,” he growled. “Say you’ve thought about it too.”

“I have,” I gasped. “God, I have—”

“Say it.”

“I think about you all the time,” I confessed, panting. “When I’m alone. When I’m—fuck—when I touch myself, it’s only ever you.”

That made him snap.

He dove in, tongue working me over like he was starved, moaning against me like the taste of me was his new religion. I cried out when he sucked on my clit, when his fingers slid back inside me and curled just right.

“I’m gonna come—”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up until I was shaking, legs clenching around his head, hands fisting in his hair as I came hard against his mouth.

When he pulled back, his face was flushed and wet and smug. “So fuckin’ pretty when you come for me.”

He undid his belt with one hand, the other stroking himself slow as he watched me come down from it. He was thick. Hard. Leaking at the tip.

“C’mere,” I whispered, already reaching for him.

“You sure?”

“Rafe,” I breathed. “Please.”

Instead he pulled me onto his lap, my knees bracketing his hips as I lowered onto him inch by inch. The stretch made me gasp, made him groan.

“Fuck—so tight—so fuckin’ wet for me—”

When I sank all the way down, our foreheads touched, breath mingling.

He didn’t move right away. Just held me there, his hands on my waist, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered.

I kissed him soft, slow, until he started to move — thrusting up while I rode him hard enough to make the whole truck rock. The windows fogged. The air turned thick with moans and skin and gasped confessions.

“Fuck—fuck, you were made for me,” Rafe grunted, fucking up into me harder. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else touches you like this, you understand?”

“Yes—Rafe—please—”

He pulled my dress down to free my tits, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, moaning around them like he was worshipping me.

“Gonna fill you up,” he gasped. “Gonna come so deep inside this pussy you’ll feel me for days.”

“Do it,” I whispered, clawing at his shoulders. “Come in me, Rafe, please—”

He growled and fucked me faster, rougher, until my vision blurred and I was coming again, crying out his name as he spilled inside me with a curse and a moan that sounded like ‘mine’.

We stayed like that, panting, trembling, stuck together in the heat and sweat and quiet.

Then he kissed my shoulder. My collarbone. My mouth.

“You ruined me,” he whispered. “There’s no going back now.”

“I don’t want to.”

He smiled against my lips. “Good. ‘Cause you’re mine now.”

And I knew — with the way his arms locked around me and his come still dripping down my thighs — that I’d never belong to anyone else again.

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a/n: this fic is brought to you by sexual tension, a hot truck, and the complete inability to act like normal best friends. rafe went feral and honestly? good for him. if your bsf isn’t fingering you in the passenger seat while saying insane shit like “you’re mine now,” what’s the point. thank you to my brain for cooking this up at 2am and thank YOU for reading my backseat filth.

♥️ lani

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♡ grinding in rafe’s lap at the club

warnings: drinking, heavy petting, semi-public sex, dry humping, dirty talk, rafe cums in his pants, suggestive ending

a/n: i imagined this song playing, so i just had to include it..

rafe watched you the entire time you were ordering drinks from the bar, his credit card in your hand while you swayed to the song playing over the speakers in the nightclub. though you were usually accompanied by your friends, rafe decided to rent out your own little section so you two can enjoy a night out together by yourselves, his eyes raking down your body as you leaned over the counter. you were so sexy without even trying, it drove rafe crazy to see how oblivious you were to all of it. the stares, the double takes, he knew you made him look better being on his arm.

to say you were his pride and joy would be an understatement. rafe flaunted you and showed you off in every way he could, always making sure you were front and center and in the spotlight in every social situation. he watched the way you slipped his card back in your purse, your hips moving deliciously as you made your way through the packed crowd with prettily dressed drinks in your hands. rafe was quick to take you in his lap, draping a possessive arm around your waist as he did so. taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass, you looked up at rafe as you licked the rim, his gaze dropping down to your sparkly lips.

jaw clenching, you blinked away from him and shifted your weight, eliciting a groan to rumble from his chest. threading your fingers with rafe’s, he leaned back against the lounge couch, manspreading so you sat smack dabbed where he was growing hard already. placing your drink down on the table in front of you, the lights dimmed as the song changed. with his fingers still interlocked with yours, you reached back and circled your hips over the growing tent straining against his pants, watching as his head rolled to the side. “you’re fucking killing me..” he hissed, his eyes stuck to where your dress rode up your thighs and exposed the bottoms of your ass.

smiling to yourself, you leaned back against him, resting your hand in the curve of his neck as you rocked yourself on top of him, his chest rising and falling at the perfect amount of friction rubbing against his clothed cock. “cum for me, and i’ll give you all the rounds you want back home.” you whispered, nipping the sensitive flesh behind his ear. that was enough for rafe to cup your tits over your low neckline, his mouth moving to your neck as he licked and kissed at the skin there. “you’re so perfect, baby—” he groped you, “and all mine.” closing your eyes, you didn’t care about anyone seeing you two in your intimate state.

rafe imagined getting you home and taking you on the couch in this god forsaken dress of yours. he’d bend you over in front of the large mirror and fuck you stupid with your heels still on, fisting your hair and forcing you to look at him until you couldn’t take it anymore. hearing your moans echo in his head and play on repeat was enough for him to grip your waist with an unforgiving force, your hips slowing down as he felt his cum spurt in his boxers. resting his forehead on your back, he breathed heavily against your skin until he came down from his high.

bringing his drink up to his lips, rafe mumbled a ‘thank you, baby.’ before taking a swig and pulling you up with him. “let’s get you outta here,” he held you flushed against his frontside so no one can see evidence of your earlier activities, “we got a long night ahead of us still.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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um crying! hello? this is so sweet

dad rafe x wife reader fluff or smut idk i love them so much

or they just had their first kid and he’s so so scared and they reassure eachother and stuff aww 🥰🥰🥰

not sure what i’m talking about but do u get my jist!!

Hi nonnie!!! Thank you for your ask 🤭💕 I decided to go with a little fluff. Rafe and Reader are a young married couple bringing home baby #2 from the hospital <- this is another story from the dad!rafe au but they don't need to be read together. Just post-baby sweetness.

c/w: petnames

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“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Rafe looked at you from the driver’s seat.

“I’m perfect, baby,” you whispered, forcing a small smile as you fought to keep your eyes open.

“Let me get the door for you, princess,” he murmured, already slipping out of the car with a gentle urgency.

He rounded the car, carefully opening your door, offering his hands to help you to your feet. Then, without a word, he turned to the back seat, popping open the door to the car seat. A soft smile spread across his lips as he carefully drew back the car seat cover.

“Is she asleep?” you asked quietly, stepping closer.

“Mhmm… She’s out,” he hummed, then turned to you with a look that melted your heart. He leaned in for a kiss, slow and warm. “You did so good, baby. Did I tell you that?”

“A few times,” you whispered against his lips. “You did, too.”

“Please,” he huffed, pulling back with a grin before shaking his head, hanging it dramatically. “I almost passed out—”

“But you didn’t,” you assured, eyes heavy with affection.

“Needed to stay strong. Like you. I hate seein’ you in pain like that… You’re so strong. You're incredible. You know that?”

“Thank you, baby. I thought it’d be easier the second time,” you murmured.

“You handled it like a champ… Umm… Sarah said Max is really excited,” Rafe added gently.

“Really?” You asked as he pulled open the front door. “I was a little worried about him,” you sighed, picturing your sweet boy’s face.

“I mean… the idea’s growin’ on him. He just doesn’t wanna share you. I know how that feels,” Rafe adds with a wink. You smiled, heart swelling.

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“Hi, babe,” you whispered as Sarah appeared, tiptoeing toward you, her eyes wide and glassy with emotion already.

“They’re home!” Wheezie cheered, bouncing up from the couch, trailing behind her sister. Both of them were glowing, their cheeks already wet with happy tears.

“Can we see her? Is that okay?” Sarah asked, voice catching. Rafe nodded, stepping aside so they could peek into the car seat.

“Winnie Cameron,” you whispered. Sarah bit her cheek, making a few tears tumble down her cheeks.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “We’re gonna put her down, okay?”

With quiet steps, you both made your way down the hallway. Like a nightlight, a soft glow spilled from the room past Max's door. You opened the door gently and stepped inside.

Rafe set the car seat down and slowly pulled back the cover, his fingers unfastening her with a confidence that came with baby number two. He lifted her into his arms, settling her against his strong chest.

You stepped back, breath catching at the sight in front of you. Standing in the nursery, Rafe haloed in the pale light through the window. Winnie looked impossibly small against his large frame, her delicate head tucked under his chin.

Rafe looked at you and smiled before gently laying her down in the crib. He wrapped her up tight in a swaddle blanket carefully, lovingly. Winnie didn’t even stir.

“She’s beautiful, sweetheart. Just like you,” he whispered, eyes still fixed on your daughter.

He reached for you, pulling you close, and you melted into him, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Then, from just outside the door came a little cry.

“I got him, baby,” Rafe assured, cupping your face. “Why don’t you get some rest, yeah?”

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“Hey, Max,” Rafe whispered as he entered your son’s room. “How are you doin’, buddy?”

“Daddy?” Max’s voice was thick and groggy, tears already welling as he scrambled upright. “You’re home.”

“I’m home,” Rafe whispered, crouching beside him. Max looked up at him with wide blue eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too… Why were you gone so long?” He asks as his bottom lip wobbles. Rafe quickly catches a tear on Max’s little cheek with his thumb before it can go any further.

“Mommy just needed a little extra rest, bud. Did you get your bedtime story and song?”

“Auntie Sarah read my story,” Max sniffled, “but she forgot my song.”

Rafe climbed into the tiny bed, settling in beside him. Max snuggled into his side, his small body warm and soft, head resting against his daddy’s chest.

Rafe chuckled, ruffling his hair. “That’s because she knew I was comin’ home… What song?” He asked softly.

“Mommy’s song,” Max said with a sleepy sigh.

“Mommy’s song, huh?” Rafe smiled. “Good choice, buddy.”

He started to hum the melody, then sang—gentle and low—the same song you danced to at your wedding, the one you sang to him every night since the night you brought him home.

Max’s little body relaxed immediately, his breaths deepening. He was out within seconds; nothing but dark lashes and round cheeks, his rosy lips parted.

“I love you, buddy,” Rafe whispered, kissing his forehead. He laid him down gently, tucking the blanket around his chin before stepping off the bed and easing the door shut behind him.

He turned toward their bedroom—until another cry echoed softly from the nursery. This one is smaller. Softer. Brand new. “Baby girl…”

He pivoted without hesitation, crossing the hall and slipping through the door. The sound grew louder, tiny and perfect, as Winnie’s soft wails filled the room.

“Hi, princess,” he whispered, scooping her in his arms. She quieted almost instantly as if she already knew.

He carried her to your bedroom, holding her close, taking in that new baby smell he hadn’t been able to appreciate the first time, both of you too young, too overwhelmed. He pressed his lips to her temple, letting his heavy eyes shut momentarily.

You were already there, unbuttoning your silk nightshirt, your skin glowing in the soft light. He watched as you opened your arms, smiling as he laid Winnie against your chest.

Rafe crawled beside you, curling into your side, hand resting on your hip, forehead resting against yours as his eyes shimmered because his whole world was right here... In this house. All his.

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need. desperately.

standing ovulation or whatever they say

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✮⋆˙ cherie's milestone celebration!

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

that being said, please be advised that this post includes links to NSFW videos/pictures. please do not engage if you are a minor, thank you! all of these links are posted on twitter/X and will not work unless you have an account + are logged in. be mindful of the content you consume!

RAFE CAMERON

rafe fucking his cum back into you.

rafe & his gamer girlfriend.

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

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

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

throat training his favourite girl. <3

the kinds of videos in his phone.

BSF!RAFE

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

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

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

FRAT!RAFE

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

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

STEPBRO!RAFE

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

testing the waters with his sweet little stepsis.

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

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

helping each other get off.

cumming against your clothed, soaking slit.

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

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

first time home alone together.

POGUE!RAFE

taking care of his good girl. <3

loves being in control and making you take it.

size kink.

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showered in secrets | drew starkey

pairings - drew starkey x secretgf!reader

warnings - smut, unprotected sex (p in v)

summary - you and drew are in a secret relationship. or at least it’s a secret until drew forgets it is and follows you into the shower, prompting madelyn to interrogate you as to what he was doing.

masterlist

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the house is buzzing with excitement, the kind that only comes from the anticipation of a night out with your closest friends. you, along with drew, madison, jonathan and chase have decided to get ready at madelyn's house and have some drinks there before going out.

you're always at her house due to living close by and she always jokes about how you may as well move in from how often you're there, even to the point of having your own drawer full of clothes, shower stuff and a spare toothbrush. it's perfect for an impromptu sleepover.

"mads, can i use your shower please?" you ask, already going to grab your stuff.

"course, you know where it is." she replies, flashing you a smile.

you grab your stuff and a fresh towel and disappear into the bathroom. the sound of the shower running fills the bathroom as you step in, taking a minute to relax in the hot water. you're wrapped in your thoughts, unaware of drew letting himself in and calling out madelyn's name when he's met with a seemingly empty apartment.

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meanwhile, drew is looking for you, a frown on his face when he sees you're not in the kitchen or living room. his frown deepens when he sees you're also not in madelyn's room while she's doing her hair.

"hey, is y/n here yet? thought she'd have been the first one here. not me." he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"she was actually," madelyn laughs, curling the last piece of hair, "she's just in the shower."

"oh, thanks." drew smiles, already making a beeline for the bathroom before he has a chance to realise what he's doing.

"drew?" she says, but he's already gone, "she's showering!"

his brows furrow in confusion, wondering why that was an issue, forgetting your relationship was a secret, "yeah, i know!"

stepping into the bathroom, the steam surrounds him and he takes a few seconds to stare at you, not having noticed he's in there.

"you should lock the door you know." he smirks, leaning against the door.

his voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you spin around, eyes widening in realisation that he might've just blown your relationship.

"what are you doing in here?" you hiss.

his smirk falters once the realisation seems to register and you watch as his eye widen, mouth opening to say something but nothing comes out.

"oh my god, drew." you groan, a sigh leaving your lips.

"shit." he chuckles awkwardly, "i asked madelyn where you were and she told me you were showering and well, i've never really not thought about joining you in the shower and i didn't realise and i'm so sorry i-"

"come here, stop rambling." you cut him off, reaching a hand out with a soft smile on your face.

stepping towards you, he grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. your heart melts at the way he's looking at you and you can't help but lean forward and cup his jaw to bring him into a soft kiss.

"are you mad at me?" drew asks.

"no, but you have to sometimes think before following me into the shower."

his smirk returns and there's a playful glint in his eye, "i do think about it. that's why i always end up in the shower with you."

you roll your eyes but don't stop the giggle escaping your lips, "you're impossible."

drew hums in response before letting go of your hand and pulling his shirt over his head wanting to join you. you go to tell him it's a bad idea but he's already kicking away his trousers and boxers and stepping in, his tall frame towering over you.

"you know, i don't think mads would appreciate if we fucked in her shower." you mumble, but a smile tugs at your lips regardless, arms wrapping around his neck.

"hey, i said nothing about fucking," he leans closer, arms sliding around your waist, and whispers, "but i reckon we have at least a bit of time before she gets too suspicious, don't you?"

you scoff, shaking your head from his boldness, "you're a bad influence, drew."

"yet you still love me." he mumbles, starting to kiss your shoulder, trailing up to your neck.

"course i do," you reply with a genuine smile, "always going to."

drew smiles against your skin and playfully bites at your neck, teasing you. you're so close to giving in, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin and large hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. glancing at the door, you bite your lip, contemplating, knowing your friends might be just down the hall by now.

"fuck it."

pulling his face from your neck, you stand on your tiptoes and capture his lips in a heavy kiss. he reacts instantly, walking you a few steps backward until your back is pressed against the cool tiled wall. the kiss is intense, messy, desperate, making you forget all about the fact your friends are probably wondering where you two are.

he pulls back, breathless, "gotta be quick."

rolling your eyes, you tease, "wow, romantic."

"shut up." he murmurs, but there's no malice in his words, "don't have time for foreplay baby, you gonna be okay?"

"mhmm, i'll be fine."

drew's arms encircle your waist again and lift you up, letting your legs wrap around him. your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck and you look down in between your bodies, watching as he strokes himself a few times.

"ready?" he asks, noticing the way your breath hitches when he positions himself at your entrance.

"yeah."

he pushes forward, both of you letting out a low groan at the feeling. the stretch is teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure, your jaw dropping in a silent moan. slowly, he continues to fill you until he's bottomed out, patiently waiting for you to tell him to move.

"shit," he moans when your pussy clenches around his length, "feel so good baby, so tight."

"move." you breathe out, head lolling forward to rest on his shoulder.

the sound of skin slapping soon fills the small bathroom and you can't help but bite down on drew's shoulder to silence the moans threatening to escape.

"look at me," he demands, forcing you to lift your head and look at him, "you okay?"

"harder," you beg, pulling slightly at his hair, "please."

immediately, he complies, thrusting deeper and harder than before. you don't even realise how loud you're being until drew's lips are back on yours in an attempt to silence you.

you throw your head back when a particularly harsh thrust hits your g-spot perfectly and drew takes the opportunity to slide a hand down to rub circles on your clit.

"c-close." you whine, squirming in his arms due to your high quickly approaching.

as much as he loves to hear every moan and noise he can draw out of you, there's not a chance your relationship has the chance to stay a secret if he doesn't cover your mouth when you cum. so, he tells you to take over rubbing your clit and his hand covers your mouth instead, knowing any second now your high would hit you.

"cum for me y/n." he encourages, "come on pretty girl."

seconds later, your back is arching off the wall into his chest as your orgasm rips through you. his hips stutter, the feeling of your pussy clenching around him triggering his own orgasm.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." drew moans, his cum shooting into you.

his hand drops from your mouth, uncovering your giddy smile. you don't know how he still has the strength to hold you up, so you press a quick kiss to his lips and let him set you down, though your legs still feel like jelly.

"i love you." he mumbles, hands squeezing your hips as if emphasising his point.

"i love you too. think anyone heard us?" you question, grabbing your shampoo bottle, since you do still need to properly shower.

"probably."

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ten minutes later, you're standing in front of the mirror staring at a faint hickey that's starting to form on your neck. clearly, your 'no visible marks' rule has gone out the window. you'd kicked drew out before getting on with washing your hair, not needing any more distractions. but now you wished you hadn't purely to get the chance to scold him for leaving a mark.

a voice brings you back to reality, "y/n? you out the shower? i need to pee."

it's madelyn.

"uh, yeah hold on!" you call back, readjusting your top and sorting out your hair, attempting to cover the mark.

when you open the door, she stands there, arms crossed. she's looking over you as if she knows something but can't quite figure out what.

then she spots it. what you thought was a faint mark turns out to be getting darker the more time passes. she decides not to bring it up though, wanting to see what you'll admit to her first.

"thought you needed to pee?"

"not anymore," madelyn replied, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her, "took you ages in the shower, you shaving your legs or something?"

you narrow your eyes at her, trying to figure out if she's being genuine or if she knows something. normally, she's easy to read, but now you don't know.

"just wanted to relax before the chaos hits soon." you gulp when she asks the next question.

"any idea why drew's hair was dry when he got here and it's now wet? or why he seemed to disappear for twenty minutes?"

your stomach flips and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. pathetic excuses fill your mind, excuses you know she'll never buy in a million years and you don't know what to say.

"what? how would i know? why're you asking me?" you laugh dryly.

"cause i know he had the whole 'greasy bangs' phase but i know drew enough to know he'd never be seen in public wearing this much hair gel and i don't have some luxurious pool he could've been using while i was finishing my hair."

"maybe he just... i don't know, splashed some water on his face or something?" you stammer, avoiding her gaze.

"okay, now i know you're lying. spill, i know something's going on with you two." madelyn smirks.

you sigh in defeat, "fine, but you can not say a word to anyone. i mean it."

her eyes light up and she nods quickly, "i promise. not a word. please tell me!"

you look between the door and her for a few seconds, thinking over the pros and cons, but she's your best friend. you have to tell her.

"i-uh, okay. me and drew are together. and not in a 'friends with benefits' kind of way. like, we're dating, have been for about four months," madelyn's jaw dropped, her hand covering her mouth, "but it's a secret so please don't mention it to anyone later. you're the only one that knows."

"oh my god, i knew it. you're so cute together." she squeals, hugging you.

"keep your voice down!" you whisper-shout but return her hug nonetheless.

"i want details later." she pleads.

"yes boss."

"also, i know you guys totally just had sex in the shower. i don't care, but if you don't want anyone to find out, cover the hickey. the hickey makes it so obvious." she winks at you before leaving the bathroom.

yeah, you definitely need to cover that.

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HELLRAISER (2022) dir. David Bruckner.

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MINOR DNI!

[GIFS] DREW STARKEY AS TREVOR

drew sex scene in HELLRAISER (2022) under the cut