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drew starkey with fans! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 SO CUTE PLS

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https://x.com/softintimacy/status/1928814751892607472

perv!reader and nerd!rafe

18+ LINK!

oh this is 100% them… nerd!rafe loves eating her out but i feel like perv!reader was a bit hesitant about sitting on his face when he suggested it for the first time (when he finally managed to stutter it out because he’s still so awkward about it all) and she was worried about if she weighed too much but by the time she got her first orgasm, rafe had been humping the air and his boxers had an embarrassingly big of a stain of them from pre because of how much it’d turn him on.

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season one rafe is a sub

you can’t change my mind.

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── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ rafe cameron x preachersdaughter!reader mdniᝰ.ᐟ dark!rafe, inexperienced!reader, religious themes / guilt, implied childhood friends, fingering, tit sucking, dub con, references to cannibalism, a little blood at the end... . ༉‧��˚. word count;³`⁵k a/n ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა ahh I love this gif sm, listened to ethel the whole time writing ! wanted to give rafe an isaiah vibe kindaaa... can u guys tell ? planning a part two !!

"you poor thing. sweet mourning lamb."— ptolemea, ethel cain

rafe cameron was not religious.

but god you made him feel like he had to repent. you, the perfect preachers' daughter, homeschooled and sweet, foreign to the kook-pogue bullshit going on in the outer banks. he'd only caught glances of you lately, so different from the endless, humid summer nights of previous years, you'd grown, you'd changed. he wondered if you even remembered it, both of you being so careless and so much younger.

in church you'd always sit right up front, in your sunday best under your father's watchful eye, draped in white lace or thin cotton. your hair would frame your face so perfectly and the way you tapped your little heels into the dark wood beneath the pews, even the cross that hung around your neck delicately, snug between the swell of your chest made rafe dizzy with desire.

you were like a dream in the dusty, old church, a break in the underlying smell of rot and mildew that traced the corners of the small wooden hall. you still held that naive look in your eye from your youth.

still so clean, so pure— sinless.

all of it made rafes stomach turn, he felt sick, perverted, disgusting and hungry.

so hungry.

all while he stood tense and brooding beside his father, in the back of the service with his head full of filth, imagining you spread before him whining out his name like a prayer. he wanted to feel your skin under his teeth while he broke through your soft, supple flesh and hear that satisfying cry of pain fall out from your lips.

wanting to taint you, adulterate you to his own putrescence. he could have any girl on the island, but he wanted you.

that sickness in him seemed to spread, twisting into almost obsession over the years, as he found himself lurking after mass more and more often. throwing you lazy smirks and attempted conversations before you were inevitably tugged away by your father. god knows what provoked him, maybe the blasphemous desperation in his head, as he strode forward.

he held that usual smug quirk in his lip as he approached you, small, quiet you, with his typical unwavering confidence in the dim, close to empty hall. you were sorting out donations, busying yourself, trying to be helpful before you perk up at that all too familiar coo of your name.

“hey.”

you blink up suddenly, all smiling and friendly, “rafe—”.

he stares at the curve of your lips, his head feeling light as you sound his name, letting it leave your lips so gracefully, before glancing back up to your eyes as you tilt your head.

“it's been a while, I haven't seen you for the recent services.”, your voice was delicate and cherubic, just like the rest of you, so quiet the church mice would fill with envy. you turned properly, staring up at him. giving him the whole of your attention as you always did.

“I've had better things to do,” he nods, drawing out his words heavily, almost boasting, watching you practically beam up at him under his gaze. you always found him funny even when he was mean or borderline offensive, he liked that. suddenly his brow furrows as he leans closer. a tick in his lazy smile and he's all serious, staring you down. he lets his hand reach out to your small frame, tracing the skin of your shoulder with two long fingers, leaving trails of a burning sensation. you hold back a shiver as you shift on your feet.

“and I think you do too.”

a laugh bubbles from between your soft lips, shaking your head, half nervous half curious, but you know what he's doing. he always did this. cooing and coaxing you away from what was important. you're about to object when he interrupts.

“nah, nah— none of that shit, angel”, he huffs quickly, shaking his head right back at you, almost humoured by your attempt to brush him off, his dark hair tossing across his forehead.

“c’mon—”

the next thing you know you're being tugged away right under your father's nose just like you remember in your half formed, honey-sweet memories of childhood, stained by bible studies and sunlight.

suddenly you're sitting quietly and brimming with nerves in the passenger seat of his expensive truck parked out in the empty fields behind the church. he's sipping at a beer lazily watching you. the top buttons of his shirt undone revealing a slither of his tanned, summer skin. you know this was wrong, so wrong, but you couldn't help but want a taste of the sickeningly sweet temptation that was rafe cameron. was that so wrong ?

“your daddy's been keeping you away from me, huh?”, he smiles toothy and playful, hiding a simmering frustration and suddenly you don't know what to say. it was true, rafe grew up rough and mean and eventually, those hazy childhood afternoons were stripped away from you.

he gulps down the rest of his drink and you find your eyes dragging down to the bob of his throat and following the outline of his adams apple. you swallow back your need and adjust the length of your skirt, subtly pressing your thighs together.

“s'not like that's my fault,”, you mutter softly, all shy and awkward tugging at a loose string of your dress. he couldn't help but let his eyes drift to the skin of your thighs then again over the chain that dipped under the curve of your chest. a subtle reminder of what you were, as the little crucifix glinted in the dimming sunlight.

“never said it was.”

“but you said it like it was—”

“y'know you really piss me off sometimes.”, he raised his voice above yours in the small of his truck abruptly, making your head whip up, blinking up at his dark eyes boring through your skin. a beat passes as you stare at each other before he rolls his jaw and tosses his beer bottle out into the brambles that hid you two from roaming eyes.

“d’you even know what you do to me?”

you shake your head softly before trying to get words to bubble up through your suddenly dry throat, his tone firm and serious. your mouth opens to speak but you only manage a little murmur.

"rafe— i— i dunno what your talking ‘bout…”

your lip catches between your teeth as you force your eyes down, keeping them to yourself.

a soft sigh leaves your lips as you tense, clasping your hands together tightly in your lap, you knew this wouldn't go over well. he's still staring you down, you can feel it. how burdensome his gaze was as he watched you swallow down your discomfort.

rafe lets his tongue wet his lips before he lets out your name.

“look at me.”, his command sits heavy in the air and almost on instinct you do as told, batting your lashes all pretty up at the taller man.

he hums in approval.

“now c'mere.”, he pats his thigh lightly, not breaking eye contact with you. your stomach flips.

“I cant—”

“yes you fucking can.”, he huffs out steady and assertive. his unfaltering resolute sent a throb between your legs. you couldn't help but shift, moving over the centre console with trembling limbs. crawling over him, clumsily falling into his lap. he stayed quiet a moment fixing your position with big, sturdy hands, pulling your thighs around him and getting you close.

warm palms rubbed over the soft skin of your thighs as he held you in place. his face leant forward, your foreheads pressed together. you could feel his steady breath and the loose wisps of his hair brushing against the sides of your face. you're still tense as ever but he doesn't seem to realise, too busy taking you in. making sure you're real.

you look like a vision and he's almost second guessing himself, his hands squeeze at your flesh and flick at the hem of your dress. he feels his tongue grow heavy with want, needing to satiate it with your taste.

“missed you,” he murmurs lowly, “missed this— us—”

you furrow your brows unsure of what to say, you weren't familiar with this rafe. he was changed and capricious with a wild and rabid glint to his eye. it made you nervous not knowing his next move but you nodded quietly anyway.

he lets his fingers dip under your skirt, smirking when your breath hitches and you fist at the bottom of his shirt.

“nervous?”

“rafe— I just think—”, you huff a little overwhelmed and excited but the pit in your stomach was telling you this was all wrong.

“I don't think I can do this…”, your eyes glance down at your necklace, the cool metal of the cross pressed against your chest. you suddenly feel icky, on the edge of sacrilege.

“well I think you can.”, he's unusually calm, almost smug as he brushes his lips with yours, it's unnerving and makes you want to sink away into nothing.

you're both close now, the air's heavy and tense, he palms around you, massaging at your waist.

“rafe—”, you breathe out against his lips.

“I'll be slow, soft— I swear”, he nods, desperate and lustful, eyes half lidded as he takes you in, all flush and sun kissed.

“but that's not the point—”

he kisses you anyway, it's sudden and startling, making you gasp. at first, it's soft. it's nice, sweet enough for you to like it. just his lips against yours while you squeezed your eyes shut tight.

until one firm hand trailed up your back to clasp at the nape of your neck. you let out a little noise against him, before pushing back abruptly to allow yourself a lung full of breath but he's pulling you back in all too fast, letting his teeth nip sharply at your bottom lip. a little pained whine escapes your throat and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

you gasp his name around the hot muscle feeling your thighs tightening around him as he tilts his head, it's messy and gross, teeth clashing together as he licks into your mouth desperately. rafe wants more of you. all of you in your entirety, to consume, to devour.

his hands palm over your little dress, clasping at the soft fabric that covered your skin groping over your waist, tummy and eventually the fat of your tits.

“please—”, you whine softly, not even knowing what you were asking for but whatever it was you wanted it bad. he's too busy moving his mouth lower to hear your plead, biting down hard at the supple skin of your neck making you cry out and back up into the steering wheel with a jump.

he blinks up at you with blown out pupils, panting out like a starved man.

“let me have you.”, he nods, clasping onto you.

you try shaking your head, but he's already pulled down the top of your dress to begin tugging at the lace of your bra making you arch. you couldn't say no. not now, not with all the need blooming between your legs and soaking through the thin, white cotton of your panties.

you watch him, half in awe half in horror, groping at you.

that seed of disgust in the pit of your stomach growing, branching out and taking over all feeling, twisting into want.

rafe groaned, you could feel his hard cock beneath the fabric of his pants pressed up against the wet of your clothed cunt. he leant his head down to your chest muttering in a haze.

“so pretty— so fucking soft—”

he covered your tits in rough bruising kisses, cupping them in both hands and letting his tongue drag over your perked nipples. you shudder into him, holding him tight.

“bet you fuckin’ love this—”

his mouth focused on the sensitive nubs feeling them harden under the weight of his tongue as he began to suck hard, letting his rough hands knead at the rest of you.

“you've never done anything like this huh?”, rafe draws out lazily leaving a trail of spit over you, kissing softer now, over his marks and then over the cross that lay against you flush skin.

you swallow in shame “n—no…”, you whisper out.

he watches you carefully, like prey, like you could jump away at any moment but he knows you won't, because your pliant like that, docile and meek. that's what he adored about you.

a humoured laugh is let out against your chest as he still kneads your tits, his chin balanced perfectly in the dip between them.

“shit I could cum just like this—”, he smiles proudly as you flush.

one of his hands move to cup your cheek, stroking softly as if to calm you.

“you can feel how hard you got me right?”

you nod shyly at his whisper.

“that's right—”

he takes your hand pulling it down to his thick, hard length, making you palm over it sending a jolt through your soaked pussy.

“mhm— all that— just for you angel…”, he whispers lowly nipping at the skin of your chest again.

“you want it?”

“please—”, is all you can get out.

he laughs a little louder.

“that's all you do huh?”, rafe lets go of your hand squeeze at your thigh, pushing up the fabric of your skirt revealing your soaked through, now sheer panties, plastered to your throbbing cunt.

he lets out a groan at the sight, a calloused hand hovering over your sensitive folds.

“just beggin’, always begging— not everything's a prayer angel.”

you twitch with a gasp, humping up into his hand as he lets one finger trace over the slick fabric.

“don't need to beg me for anything,”

your little panties are pushed aside, letting him run a long finger through your folds, collecting the wetness from your heat as your face twists quietly in pleasure. you're holding onto his arms tight, like he's your only life line, only connection to reality as your head spins.

“not when I'm gonna give it to you anyway, whether you like it or not sweetness your mine now—”

he hums with a little smile bringing his finger to you face, staring at the glistening tip. at this point he's talking to himself, your mouths too heavy to reply, too heavy to curse him or push him back.

you glance at it shyly, almost ashamed.

“that's all you angel.”

his smile tugs wider at your obvious discomfort, the grimace on your face almost making him giddy. he smears the slick across your lips before pressing into your mouth.

“rafe, no—”

“uh uh, none of that—”

you taste yourself, your sweet slick, hesitantly letting your tongue lap over it, swapping it for your spit.

he nods, drawing out a hum of awe. it was like you knew exactly what to do, how to please him. he presses another finger between your lips as his cock twitches in need confined against his pants, but he knows to be patient. he watches you babble and drool over the two fingers, spit bubbling around them.

the truck is hot and brimming with perverse desire, the steering wheel digging into your lower back now as he shifts you to get a better view of your pussy. he stares at it a moment before once again tugging the drenched cotton to the side and pressing his spit covered fingers to your clit. he swears he can feel the bundle of nerves twitch under the pressure. you let out a sinful moan and he's tracing your soft, glistening folds forcing out a louder one.

“so fucking pretty—”

your nails dig into whatever you can grab of him as his free hand moves to kneed at your tit, pinching and pulling it's little overwhelmed bud that stood up firm and flushed.

long fingers dip between your folds, making your brain turn to mush. he's taking his time exploring you, spreading you apart and taking in your needy hole, clenching around nothing and the twitch of your pretty clit, he traces everything as if he were studying you like scripture.

suddenly he plunged his fingers into your cunt, and you moan out his name louder, louder then any prayer that's left your lips.

one slow, aching thrust, then another and another until he's found his rhythm, pumping through you and working you down. his name leaves your throat in desperate, chanting cries and tears prick the edges of your eyes. he lets his thumb press against your clit hard, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.

he's so rapt he's forgotten about his own heavy, leaking cock straining against your thigh. he doesn't slow down, even as your eyes begin to flutter back with each gasping, lewd breath of yours or whine of his name. you grow closer and closer to release the knot in your stomach only getting tighter as you felt yourself falling further from reality.

his fingers stretch out your tight cunt, curling sweetly into that soft spot that makes your breath hitch. you feel light and endless and so, so close.

you're getting desperate. eyes screwing shut. you crave release carnally, it's a sweltering hot need in the pit of your stomach. another curl of his long, teasing fingers, leaves your cunt gaping and letting out lewd squelches, you feel yourself twitch, thighs spasming lightly.

you're right there and suddenly it's all gone, he's paused, you whine blinking up at him, panting with need as your little hands squeezed at his sides.

“rafe—”, you cry out tearily as he pulls out his fingers now drenched in your sweet slick, already sucking up the taste of it while keeping his eyes locked on yours.

he holds back a mocking smile, he loved seeing you like this, tainted by his efforts.

“rafe please— I need it, need it so bad—”, it's like your falling over yourself, your discipline crumbling as you fall deeper into temptation.

“I know angel,”, he mutters, pulling his now clean fingers from his mouth, still calm as ever, enjoying the show your putting on for him. his hand reached down to his pants, undoing them just enough to pull out his aching cock, it stood flush against his stomach, the tip pink and angry, beading with pearly white pre cum.

your panting and desirous, staring at the scene before you as he pulls closer to your heat.

“rafe, we cant—”

“you really don't fuckin’ trust me huh?”, he smirks lazily giving himself a few tight pumps.

“we're not doing shit sweetness—”

you believe him for half a second before he's rubbing the slit of his fat cock head against your clit, you cry out arching into him.

“holy shit—”, he groans. “youre so fuckin' wet angel— already soaking my dick—”

rafe runs the heavy tip through your folds, careful as not to drag into your cunt.

“pussy’s fucking crying for me— shit.”

“rafe— just don't—”

“I won't put it in, m’not stupid—”, he pants out already knowing what you were thinking as he rubs your clit faster with his cock head, he's squeezing the base tight and he swears he sees stars.

you feel yourself getting close again, your release building up to its peak, making you feel light headed, divine even. this is the closest to heaven you'll ever get on earth.

you cum fast. your mind goes white hot and blank for a second as you cry out, feeling your toes curl. he holds you close needing to feel you, to smell you, to taste you. your little shaking arms wrap around his shoulders as he draws out the rest of your orgasm staring down at your creaming cunt. you arch sharply and he watches your tits bounce slightly with every shock of your peak, convulsing around him as he milks out every last drop of your ecstasy, like it's a godsend.

it's transcendent.

and it doesn't take rafe long to follow, when he cums he bites— hard. enough to leave little pricks of red on your skin and that sweet, metallic taste on his tongue. the taste of you was heavenly and all consuming, now that he had it he only wanted more.

he cums over your quivering pussy, his filth dirtying you, tainting you in his sacrilege. a small huff of satisfaction leaves him as he watched the thick cum drip down your folds in hot spurts.

you're both spent, leaning against eachother. you don't even feel the sting of broken flesh with your head so dizzy in the after math of your orgasm. rafe stays in place, lapping over the bite soothingly with his tongue. your blood tastes thick and syrupy sweet in his mouth, making him let out a quiet moan.

rafe cameron was not religious.

but the taste of you made him feel like god.

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A slutty polo and biceps? We are so back

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it as was supossed to be a business talk on his yacht, but things took a turn.

tw. dom!rafe, yacht sex ??, slapping and all that stuff.

the yacht is massive. sleek. black like oil under the moonlight. it cuts through the water with a quiet authority, just like him.

you knew this meeting was going to spiral the second rafe cameron looked at you from across that long marble table, drink in one hand, blouse already undone like he hadn’t even tried to play it clean. he’s all sharp edges and money and menace, and you know that look in his eye. not business. not anymore.

“You came all this way for a contract?” he asks, voice rough, low. there’s amusement in it. something darker too. “Or was it for me?”

you should say it’s for the deal. for the power. for the merger.

but your legs cross under the table and you don’t answer fast enough.

“Thought so,” he murmurs, already standing. already coming around the table like this is his yacht, his world, and you’re just something to conquer in it.

he doesn’t ask permission. just presses in close behind you, warm hand wrapping around your jaw, tilting your head so your lips part on instinct. “All those boardrooms. all that power. but here?” his voice dips, lips brushing your ear, “you’re nothing here.”

you shouldn’t let him do this. you’re a fucking business woman who has limits.

but your back arches when he bends you over the table, cheek pressing to cold marble. the glass of whiskey he was drinking from clinks nearby, still sweating from the night air. the low thrum of music from the yacht’s speakers vibrates through your spine.

his hands are everywhere—pulling up your dress, pushing aside your panties. rings cold as they drag along your thighs, parting them with obscene ease.

“Look at you,” he mutters, kneeling behind you, breath hot as it ghosts over your soaked heat. “you’re fuckin’ dripping. all that power, and yet you’re still so fuckin’ needy for me.”

you gasp when his tongue meets your clit, slow at first, like a dare. his grip bruises your thighs as he holds you still, licking you like he owns you, like you’re not his equal, like you’re just some pretty little thing that stumbled into his world.

you try to stifle a moan. he slaps your thigh for it, sharp and fast.

“Don’t hold back now,” rafe growls. “let them hear you. let the whole fuckin’ marina know who’s making you fall apart.”

you can’t breathe. can’t think. his mouth is relentless, tongue fucking into you, lips sucking on your clit, and it’s too much—too hot—too filthy on this goddamn yacht with the city lights glinting off the water and his name in your mouth like a prayer.

you come undone with a cry, legs trembling, core pulsing around nothing, and still—he doesn’t stop. licks you through it, eats you like he’s starving.

when he finally pulls back, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.

“Deal’s off,” he says.

you blink, dizzy. “What?”

“Don’t need a contract to own you.”

and when he unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down, you don’t protest.

not when he pins your wrists behind your back.

not when he fucks you like the deal already belonged to him.

not when you moan his name so loud the whole damn harbor hears it.

he’s already inside you before your mind catches up.

your legs are shaking, wrists pinned behind your back with one hand like you’re nothing more than a plaything he’s decided to ruin. and rafe? he doesn’t go slow. he doesn’t ask. he thrusts into you like he’s got a point to prove—deep, rough, fast—and the obscene slap of skin echoes louder than the waves outside.

“Fuck—listen to that,” he grits out, hand tightening on your wrists, pulling you back to meet every thrust. “so fuckin’ wet for me. and you’re supposed to be what, my competition?”

you try to form a sentence. try to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a moan. a messy, broken thing that makes his smirk stretch wider.

“Yeah, that’s what i thought.”

his other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head up so you’re forced to look at the reflection in the massive glass window in front of you. the city lights shimmer behind it, but all you can see is you—bent, ruined, flushed—his body behind yours like a shadow, like a monster made of silk and teeth.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and gravel-deep in your ear. “so pretty when you’re being used.”

he angles his hips just right, and suddenly your knees nearly give. your pussy clenches hard around him and he groans, sharp and low.

“Fuck—there it is,” he breathes, “right there, huh? that’s your spot, baby? this little pussy was made to take me.”

you’re babbling now. gasping, whining, begging for something you can’t even name. the stretch of him. the sting. the brutal pace. it’s too much and not enough, all at once.

“You gonna cum again on my cock?” he whispers, fucking you harder now, chasing it. “gonna let go like a good fuckin’ girl?”

your yes is barely a whisper, barely a sound at all, and it earns you a slap to the ass so sharp it echoes.

“Say it louder. let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”

“You—fuck, rafe—it’s yours,” you cry, voice cracking, thighs trembling. “all yours.”

that’s all he needed. he drives into you harder, rougher, and suddenly you’re tipping over, cumming around him with a scream, body arching, legs giving out—but he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow. not even when you twitch and whimper and beg.

“Too much?” he taunts, breath hot on your neck. “nah. i think you can take it.”

he keeps fucking you through it, and you don’t even know what’s real anymore. only that his name is the only thing in your mouth. only that his hands feel like chains, and his cock feels like heaven. only that you’d sign away every deal you’ve ever closed if it meant he’d keep breaking you like this.

and when he finally spills inside you, groaning your name like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say, you realize—

you didn’t just lose the deal.

you lost the whole game.

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hii!! can i request a blur for military! rafe coming home right when reader is ovulating?? maybe she climbs into his lap and starts humping him. maybe he makes her mark herself come before he gives her what she actually wants. 🤭

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you don’t even give him time to take his boots off.

the second that door clicks shut, your arms are around his neck, legs around his waist, lips pressed hot and greedy to his. he chuckles, low and rough, barely steadying himself as you start rocking in his hold like you haven’t touched him in years.

“slow down, sugar,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. his palms settle heavy on your thighs, that southern drawl curling in your stomach. “barely been home ten seconds and you’re already climbin’ me like a damn tree.”

“you know what week it is,” you whisper, burying your face in his neck, breath warm against his skin. “i missed you. i— i need you.”

his smirk is practically audible. “missed me or just missin’ what i do to you?” he sits back on the couch, dragging you into his lap, letting you roll your hips with just enough friction to make you whimper. “look at you. gettin’ worked up all on your own.”

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, then trails down your throat, slow and maddening. “you gonna make yourself come like a good girl before i give you what you want? or you need me to guide that pretty little hand again?”

you nod, already breathless, already aching, and he leans in, murmuring against your mouth—

“go on. show me how much you missed daddy.”

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Helping his girl out ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content WARNING: Rafe × Bimbo!Reader, smut, fingering, squirting. +18 MDNI.

Rafe pushed open the door, his shoulders slumped from a grueling day at Cameron Development. Deals had fallen through, investors had been relentless, and the weight of it all had him dragging his feet as he stepped inside, expecting his girl’s usual bright greeting—her bouncing toward him arms open, her voice calling, “Rafey, you’re home!” But tonight, there was nothing. No footsteps, no chatter, just silence, and it threw him off.

Frowning, he dropped his keys on the counter, his tie already loosened, and made his way through the penthouse, his steps heavy on the hardwood floor. A faint sound drifted from their bedroom, soft, whiny moans mixed with the gentle splash of water and a sweet, floral scent that hit him as he neared the door. His confusion turned to curiosity, then a flicker of heat, as he pushed the door open and followed the noise to the bathroom.

The sight stopped him cold. She was in the bathtub, the water bubbling with lavender-scented foam, her body on all fours, her ass slightly raised, glistening and full of foam. Her fingers were between her legs, toying with her pussy, but they fumbled, her long, freshly manicured nails making it clumsy, ineffective. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her breaths coming in shaky whines, her eyes glassy with unshed tears as she struggled, her body trembling with need. The sweet scent was stronger now, her arousal—that sweet musky scent he loved—and it hit Rafe like a punch, his tiredness evaporating, replaced by a surge of raw desire.

She looked up at him as he stepped closer, her teary eyes locking with his, her bottom lip trembling as she whispered,

“I’m sorry, Rafey… I was so hot, I needed to cum, but I can’t… my nails are too long.” Her pout was unmistakable, those doe eyes pleading, asking for help without saying the words, and that was all it took to snap his control.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, careful not to ruin his shirt as he knelt by the tub. He didn’t waste time, his hand sliding into the warm, bubbly water, finding her pussy already soaked, her lips swollen and slick. He pushed three fingers inside her in one swift move, her tight walls gripping him as she gasped, her head tipping back, water sloshing around her.

“Rafey—oh God!” she moaned, her voice breaking, her body rocking forward as he pumped his fingers hard, curling them to hit that spot deep inside her. She stayed on all fours, looking up at him, her mouth open, drool pooling at the corner as her eyes rolled back, her tits bouncing slightly with each thrust of his hand. She looked so fucking good, her face twisting with desperation, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her whines turning to screams as he added a fourth finger, stretching her wide.

“Take it, princess,” he growled, his thumb brushing her clit, making her jolt, water splashing over the tub’s edge as he fingered her relentlessly, his knuckles disappearing into her dripping cunt. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking, and with a final, deep thrust, she came hard, squirting around his hand, a gush of warm liquid flooding the water, soaking his sleeve despite his efforts to stay clean. He didn’t stop, working her through it, his fingers pumping until she was trembling, every last drop milked from her as she sobbed his name, her pussy pulsing around him.

When she finally slumped, breathless, he pulled his hand out, her cum dripping from his fingers as he cupped her jaw with his other hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks still red, her lips parted as she panted.

“Next time you’re feelin’ hot, you better wait for me, baby,” he said as his thumb brushed her swollen lip already picturing himself between her legs devouring her for the next couple of hours. “This pussy’s mine to take care of—got it?”

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🧘‍♀️🕯️Rafe cameron will have facial hair in s5🧘‍♀️🕯️

[feverg1rl]

making out w/ brother’s best friend!rafe

warnings - making out lol, not proofread!

a/n - getting rid of my taglist since i won’t be posting for rafe that much anymore!! also this is terrible im sorry 😭

the summer heat was blistering through the floor to ceiling windows of the house. the air conditioning unit had blown out around thirty minutes ago, leading your very impatient brother to make an emergency trip to get a portable fan.

“he’s not home,” you shrug to rafe, who was currently standing by your front door. he shoved past you, bumping your shoulder in the process. you scoff, watching him plop down on the sofa, draping his legs up on the beige ottoman.

twenty minutes pass, no sign of your brother, and rafe is now eating a popsicle, still sprawled out on your couch. you try your best to ignore him, you really do, but you can't help but eye his biceps, which were in full view now that he's shed his sheer button-up shirt, only leaving him in a white tank top.

you fan yourself, definitely because of the heat, and you internally groan.

"have you tried calling him?" rafe's raspy voice broke through the estate. "he's your friend, you try" you grumble. "he's your brother." he quips back. you sigh, pulling out your phone.

"it's dead," you plop yourself down on one of the loveseats, adjacent to rafe. "jus' tried myself, hes not picking up, probably flirting with the girls in the shop" he lets out a soft chuckle. you glance towards him.

"so? what should we do then?" you ask, turning towards rafe. you observe his features; sharp jawline, sunkissed skin, slightly contoured cheekbones.

he pats the cushion next to him on the couch, "come here"

you know you shouldn't, like, really shouldn't, but for some reason, an unknown force pulls you towards him. next thing you know, your faces are inches apart.

his hand reaches up, caressing your jawline. your hands wander, lightly scaling up his back and grabbing a tuft of hair. you both pull each other in, lips connecting like two puzzle pieces.

his hands move up toward your head, pulling you deeper towards him. you stifle a moan, letting it out when he slips his tongue into your mouth. you pull out for a moment, catching your breath, “that’s…” his cheeks are flushed red, lips slightly swollen, “spontaneous, I know.” he smiles, finishing your thought.

you watch as his eyes move down toward your lips again, pulling you in. both of you becoming so enthralled with one another that neither of you heard the front door opening, your brother catching you both like a deer in headlights.

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BETTER THAN HIM ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content WARNING: bsf!rafe, smut, voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), piv, unprotected sex, tit sucking, breeding kink. +18 MDNI.

“He cheated on me,” she said, voice flat, staring at the ceiling. “In St. Tropez. Some French chick he met at that club.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, his beer pausing halfway to his mouth. Her boyfriend, ex now, he guessed, was a dick anyway, but this?

“Fuck him,” he said, setting the bottle down hard. “You’re too good for that asshole.”

She laughed, bitter, then looked at him, eyes glinting with something dangerous.

“Liar.” 

But it sounded like she was daring him, and that was all it took. Rafe was on her in a heartbeat, pinning her to the couch, his lips crashing into hers, no holding back. She kissed him back just as hard, hands yanking at his shirt, manicured nails scraping his skin. The tension from weeks of teasing in St. Tropez snapped like a rubber band, and they were tearing at each other’s clothes, her shorts hitting the floor, his jeans following.

He shoved her thighs apart, dropping between them without a word.

“He never did this right, did he?” Rafe growled, remembering a drunk confession she’d made months ago: how her ex barely went down. Rafe wasn’t that guy. He spread her open, her pink pussy already wet, and dove in—tongue flat and slow, licking up her slit, tasting her like he’d been starving for it. She gasped, hips bucking, fingers twisting in his hair.

“Fuck—Rafe—”

He sucked her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, then buried his face deeper, lapping at her like a man possessed, her juices coating his chin.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled against her, thrusting his tongue inside, making her moan loud and desperate.

She came fast, thighs clamping around his head, shuddering as he licked her through it, not stopping until she was a trembling mess. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with a smirk, climbing up to kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“That’s how it’s done,” he said, shoving his boxers down. His cock sprang free, and her eyes darkened with want. An hunger that she had been holding back.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, spreading her legs wider, and Rafe didn’t need to be told twice. He lined up and slammed into her, one brutal thrust that buried him balls-deep, her pussy tight and hot around him. She cried out, nails raking his back, and he set a punishing pace, the couch creaking under them.

“Gonna fuck you so good he’ll feel it,” he growled, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard before ducking down to suck one into his mouth. He bit the nipple, tongue swirling, then switched to the other, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “These are mine now—been dreaming about them.”

Her moans were loud, egging him on as he pounded into her, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

“You’re so—fucking—big,” she gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a fuckin’ champ—so tight, so wet for me. He never fucked you like this, did he?” He grinned and she shook her head, breathless, a sign that made him thrust harder, like he was getting revenge. Fuck that dickhead Jack. He thought.

The door banged open mid-thrust, and her ex stormed in—Jake, red-faced and wide-eyed, keys dangling in his hand like he’d planned some grand apology. He froze, staring at them: Rafe balls-deep in his girl, her legs spread, tits bouncing as he fucked her senseless. Rafe didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch. He kept going, hips snapping forward, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned louder, caught in the heat of it.

“Look at this, huh,” Rafe called out, voice dripping with venom. He grabbed her jaw, tilting her head toward Jake, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look how I’m fuckin’ her good—better than you ever did, you piece of shit.”

Jake’s mouth opened, but no words came out, his face twisting with rage and humiliation. Rafe smirked, slamming into her harder, making her cry out, her eyes locked on her ex as Rafe railed her.

“She’s mine now—so, watch her take a real man cock.”

He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider, and went deeper, his cock hitting spots that had her screaming.

“Oh, fuck—Rafe—yes—” she chanted, too far gone to care who was watching. Rafe’s hands gripped her thighs, his pace brutal, dirty talk spilling out.

“Gonna fill this pussy up—make it mine. He’s never getting you back after this.” Jake stood there, rooted, as Rafe sucked her tit again, biting down, then licked a stripe up her neck, owning every inch of her.

Her pussy tightened, her second orgasm crashing through her, and Rafe felt it, her walls pulsing, milking him.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock,” he groaned, thrusting through it, his own edge hitting fast. He didn’t pull out—fuck that. He buried himself deep, groaning loud as he came, pumping her full of his cum, hot spurts flooding her, so much it started leaking out around his cock even before he finished. “Fuck, take it all,” he rasped, hips jerking as he emptied inside her.

He pulled out slow, her pussy a mess, pink, swollen, dripping with his load, creamy white streaking down her thighs. Rafe glanced at Jake, still frozen in the doorway, and smirked, spreading her open with his fingers so her ex could see his masterpiece.

“Look at that—filled her up, fucked her right. You’re done, champ.”

She lay there, panting, fucked-out and glowing, a smug little smile on her lips as she caught her breath.

Jake’s fists clenched, his face purple with fury, but he didn’t move... just stood there, watching his ex get claimed in a way he’d never come close to. Rafe leaned back, cocky as hell, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Get the fuck out,” he said, voice cold, and Jake finally turned, slamming the door behind him. She laughed, pulling Rafe down for a kiss.

“You’re an asshole,” she murmured, but her eyes said she loved it—and he wasn’t done with her yet.

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Calling exbf rafe to tell him good night like the TikTok trend, you know he will eat that shit up!! He will be trying to play it off cool but blushing really and taking that as a sign she wants him back,

you’re curled up in sarah’s bed, legs tangled in a thrifted blanket that smells like lavender detergent and your childhood secrets. her room’s glowing with that late summer golden ligh—windows cracked open, cicadas humming, a forgotten candle flickering in the corner. both of you are belly laughing, the kind that makes your stomach sore and eyes watery.

you’re scrolling through tiktok, passing the phone back and forth like a shared lifeline. somewhere between a “get ready with me” and a recipe for baked feta pasta, you see it. it’s a video with two girls, similar to you and sarah, laying down and giggling while one calls their ex to say ‘goodnight’.

you freeze, thumb hovering over the screen. sarah looks up from her bag of pretzels, face already twisting into a mischievous grin. “oh! you have to do that to rafe.” a giggle leaves her lips at the mere thought of torturing her lovesick brother.

you scoff, but you’re already smiling, and chuckling at the possibility. “what? no. that’s evil.”

you and rafe had broken up two months ago, after two years of being tangled up in each other. it hadn’t been ugly, not exactly, just…inevitable in that slow, splintering way. like something sacred wearing thin at the seams. it wrecked him anyway. left him half-alive and mean about it, walking around like he didn’t bleed for you, like he wasn’t still sleeping in the hoodie you left behind. no one really talked about it, but everyone knew—rafe cameron hadn’t been the same since.

“exactly,” she says, beaming. “and besides, he’s so not over you.”

you roll your eyes, but your heart’s beating faster. you grab your phone anyway. “you’re insane,” you mutter, voice breathless with laughter.

“and you love it,” sarah sings, flopping back onto her pillows. “now shhh. put it on speaker.”

your fingers hover for half a second too long over his name before you press call. the phone ringing bounced through the walls of sarah’s bedroom. he picks up on the third ring.

“hello?” his voice catches halfway through the word. it’s low, hesitant, not quite put-together. there’s a pause, and some ruffling in the background. he’s grabbing for a shirt or maybe a recording device to document that this actually was happening.

you swallow a giggle, face already warm. “hi, rafe,” you say like sugar. “just calling to say goodnight.” he’s on the other line flushed, and trying to figure out if you’re serious or if this is a dream.

“uh…” his voice shifts, softens. you can hear the way he bites back a grin.“okay? sweet dreams, baby.”

your eyes widen. sarah clutches your arm like you’ve just won the lottery. “goodnight,” you say, voice a whisper now.

“night,” he murmurs back. then, like he can’t help it, he murmurs, “call me tomorrow?”

you hang up before you can say yes. you toss the phone onto sarah’s floral comforter like it’s radioactive, then bury your face in one of her overpriced anthropology pillows and scream loud enough to rattle the fairy lights above her bed. your face is tomato red, ears hot, skin warm to the touch. you can still hear his voice in your head, syrupy and low.

sarah’s shrieking, “baby?! oh my god, he’s still in love with you.” she barks out laughter until her body can’t hold itself upright. she falls onto the bed beside you, clutching her stomach.

on the other side of the line, rafe leans back in bed like it’s no big deal. as if his pulse isn’t sprinting and his ears aren’t burning. he tosses his phone onto the side table, arms crossed behind his head, smug little smirk tugging at his mouth.

she wants me back so bad, he thinks, biting back a grin.

but his cheeks are pink, and his heart’s thudding out a rhythm he hasn’t felt since you used to sleep in his shirts. he tries to play it off, eyes flicking toward the ceiling like he’s already moved on. but three seconds later he’s picking up the phone again just to check if you texted. just to look at your name one more time.

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rafe definitely uses your vibrator on you during sex.

(repost)

he's thrusting his cock into you relentlessly. your eyes are squeezed shut and his hands are holding your knees to your chest.

his fingers spread your lips apart and he reaches one out to brush over your clit— drawing out a moan from you.

"taking it so good, princess..." he praises with a slight rasp in his voice.

you whimper as he repositions himself, his dick hitting a different spot and sending a warm feeling to your stomach.

you hear your bedside table drawer slide open then shut again after some rummaging sounds.

next, you hear a buzzing noise ring out through the room.

before you get chance to react, the vibrator is already pressed harshly against your clit.

your eyes shoot open and you look down, seeing the vibrator pressed against you and his hands pressing on your stomach.

"you thought i wouldn't see this thing? huh?" he taunts, his pace increasing.

you try to speak but your minds fuzzy.

"mhm... you're lucky i'm not insecure— or i'd be mad. some men would feel threatened, but not me. i know i can still make you feel so fucking good." he pushes your knees further open.

rafe pulls the vibrator away for a second before pressing it back against you, your legs twitching when he does.

"you love taking my cock don't you, babygirl?" he breathes out, the sound of your pussy squelching at each thrust fills the room along with your breathing.

his hand reaches out and he palms your breast, massaging it then rolling his thumb over the bud — he runs the toy down your slit, letting it brush his cock before dragging it back up and swirling it around your clit.

he looks at your fucked out face, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips and he turns the intensity up.

"such a pretty slut for me"

- request fic

[feverg1rl]

⸝⸝ fuckboy!rafe x christian girl!reader 𓏲 ࣪₊

— IN WHICH rafe is determined to break your facade of innocence.

warnings/tags: smut, unprotected sex, manipulative rafe, lots of allusions to religion.

rafes fingers graze the golden cross chain on your neck as he fucks you into oblivion. he can’t help but think of how big an oxymoron the pendant is. meant to represent your chastity and devotion to god.

well right now, your god is rafe. your salvation is the way his hands grip your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin, his hot breath on your neck.

he’d been watching you for months around school now—always keeping to yourself, quiet in the way you moved, studious. you barely talked to anyone, and for rafe—who’s face had been printed in every gossip blog in the city—that was intriguing.

his tip brushes your cervix with every measured thrust, all seven inches bringing you to heaven as his cock splits you open. you’re a virgin, naturally, and you squeeze rafe so tight that even despite his penchant for being a ladies man, he’s not so sure he’ll last. your nails dig into his forearm as he taunts you, hot tears brimming your waterline.

“you like that, angel? tell me how much you like it.”

“I—I like it, rafe. god, I-“

“no—angel,” he punctuates with a particularly hard thrust. “there’s no god here. just me. no one to save you but me.”

you babble mindlessly as his movements continue, his hips slapping against yours, his own grunts starting to slip as his orgasm nears. he can feel you’re close too, with the way you clench around him and the way your hips jerk upwards.

he brings his long fingers down to that little bundle of nerves, circling your clit with a practiced efficiency that has you crying out for jesus himself. in seconds your orgasm is washing over you, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

rafe himself spills into you with a low, breathy groan, face burying in the crook of his neck as he comes.

he collapses down on to you, the both of you breathing heavily from exertion, both covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“you’re mine, angel. you hear me? you pray to me, now.”

and in the back of your mind, you can almost hear your mothers shriek of disapproval, can remember all those nights you spent in church praying for forgiveness. there’s no coming back from this.

no amount of repent could relieve you from this sin.

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i wanna bite a chunk out of his arms so bad 😣😣

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thinking about innocent!rafe finding ur toys and not knowing what they’re for

"rafe honey, do you know wh-" your words fall short as you see him sitting on the bed, your box of sex toys spread out next to him.

he whips his head up to look at you, a pink flush spreading across his tanned skin at the sight of you catching him.

"i was just- i just found these and i uh- i wanted to look" he stuttered.

how sweet. you slowly made your way closer to him, trying to hide the grin that was forming on your face.

standing in front him, you picked up the pink vibrator that was now laying on the sheets.

"know what this is for?" you asked him, already feeling like you knew the answer.

he glanced at the toy in your hand then back at you, before slowly shaking his head.

"oh, there's so much you need to learn, and there's so much i need to teach you" you teased, passing it back to him, the object looking small in his big hands.