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riding rafe n he gets all whimpery and needy
â bf!rafe whimpering while u ride him
warnings â p in v, switch!rafe, riding, lewd language
you shift your weight, settling more fully on rafe's hips, the friction sending an immediate jolt through both of you. his hands grip your waist, fingers spreading possessively, lifting and lowering yourself onto his thick length, setting a teasing pace, enjoying the low groans rumbling in his chest.
he's usually the one setting the tempo, pushing you, demanding more. but tonight, you feel bold, taking control, wanting to see if you can unravel that carefully maintained composure of his. you find a specific angle, grinding down just so, hitting that spot deep inside that always makes his breath hitch.
his grip tightens involuntarily, knuckles turning white for a second. "yeah," he breathes out, the word rougher than usual. "right there."
you smile, a slow, knowing curve of your lips, and repeat the motion, adding a subtle circular grind at the base. that's when you hear it â not a groan, but a soft, choked whimper that seems pulled from him against his will. it's faint, almost lost beneath his ragged breathing, but you definitely heard it.
his eyes fly open, meeting your, wide with a flicker of surprise, maybe even embarrassment, before quickly squeezing shut again as you continue your movements. intrigued, you lean forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace slightly, deliberately targeting that spot again and again.
another whimper escapes him, louder this time, less controlled. his hips lift instinctively off the mattress, chasing your movements. "fuckkk," he gasps out, the word shaky. "please⊠don't stop."
the plea hangs in the air, raw and needy. this isn't the usual demanding rafe. this is different. and you're addicted. you slow down slightly, dragging out the sensation, letting him feel every inch as you slide up his shaft before sinking back down with agonising slowness, milking another low, desperate sound from him.
"rafey?" you whisper, leaning down close to his ear.
"god, yes⊠please," he repeats, his eyes remaining tightly shut. "it's too much⊠fuck, keep going." he sounds wrecked, completely lost in the sensation you're giving him. tremors start to run through his thigh, his entire body tense beneath you, coiled tight like a spring about to snap.
you ride him with relentless focus now, moving faster, harder, fuelled by his increasingly desperate sounds â the whimpers, the broken gasps, the choked repetition of curse words. his usual control is completely gone, replaced by this raw neediness that makes your own climax surge closer.
he arches beneath you, a full-bodied shudder racking his frame, his voice finally breaking on a high, strained cry as his release rips through him. you feel him pulsing hard and deep inside you, the intensity triggering your own orgasm just seconds later. you collapse on his chest, trembling and breathless, feeling the frantic hammer of his heart beneath your ear. he wraps his arms around you tightly, clinging almost desperately, his breathing coming in harsh, shuddering gasps against your hair.
he doesn't speak, just holds you, needy even in the aftermath.
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© written by ditzyrafe â do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!
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Hi how are you doing? Youâre my favorite rafe writer so Iâm missing you
Oh my gosh really?? This means so much to me, Iâm so sorry for being MIA, I hope to resume all my works this summer
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rafe making you tell him about your day or else he stops âŠ

you were already breathless, already clutching at the sheets like they were the only things grounding you. rafe had you on your stomach, legs spread, one arm looped under your waist to keep your hips tipped up and vulnerable while he rocked into you slow and deep, each thrust just shy of roughâjust enough to keep you dizzy. and then, like the menace he is, he slowed to an unbearable crawl.
ârafeâwhyâd you stop?â you gasped, hips twitching back against him, whining when he stilled completely.
âyou didnât tell me about your day,â he muttered low against your ear, that shit-eating smirk painted all over his voice. âand if you donât start talkinâ real soon, iâm not movinâ.â
you blinked, confused, desperate. âwait what? iâi canâtââ
âoh, you can,â he interrupted, dragging his hand up your spine slowly, watching the way you shivered under his palm. âyou donât shut up any other time of the day, baby. what happened, huh? cat got your tongue?â he gave one sharp, teasing thrust that made you jolt forward with a broken moan, then pulled out just enough to hover.
you whimpered into the pillow, cheeks burning. âiâŠi had an iced coffee this morning,â you mumbled stupidly, and he snorted, gripping your hips again.
âthatâs it?â he mocked, pulling out completely, âno drama at the nail salon? no girls talkinâ shit behind each otherâs backs? câmon, baby, i like when you rambleâmakes me feel important.â he dragged his cock back through your slick, just brushing your entrance, refusing to push back in.
you let out a soft sob, trying to press back against him, but he just held you still with one hand. âughâokayâokay! umâmy friend jenna got a new purse and i told her it was cute even though it was really ugly, andârafe, pleaseââ
he rewarded you with a slow, deep thrust, humming in approval as you clenched around him. âsee? not so hard,â he muttered, voice smug. âkeep goinâ, sweetheart. or iâll stop again.â
and you did. voice shaking, brain scrambled, you kept talkingâstuttering through mundane details while he fucked you slow and steady, drinking in every word like it was his favorite goddamn show. you swallowed hard, cheeks flushed, your voice coming out soft and babbled. âokay, okayâi woke up late⊠um, and my hair looked really bad so i put it in a clip, but then i hated that tooâso i redid it like, three timesââ he started to move, hips rolling at a lazy pace, dragging every inch of him through you so deeply it made your knees curl. âand i went to starbucks but they burned my latte,â you continued, breathless already. âso i had to go to a different one, and they were out of pumpkin cream, andâand then jenna showed me her new guy sheâs talking to, and he was so ugly, rafe, like, way out of her leagueââ
his pace picked up slightly, and you gasped again, barely managing to keep talking, voice all high and shaky. âi told her he was cute but i lied, and thenâand then we went to target for toothpaste but i left with likeâlike five candles, and a new perfume, andââ you hiccuped a moan as he drove into you harder, your speech stuttering. âi-i forgot what i was sayingââ
âtarget,â rafe grumbled, thrusting faster now, hips snapping forward with more force. âyou were at target, baby. keep goinâ, youâre doinâ sâgood.â
your brain was turning to mush, fingernails digging into the sheets as your voice pitched up with every breath. âumâiâi dropped a candle in the aisle, and this old man saw and i got so embarrassed, and thenâiâoh, fuuckââ your voice cracked into a moan as he hit that spot inside you just right, over and over again now. the pressure was unbearable. the pace was ruthless. your words crumbled with each thrust.
âyou gettinâ dumb on me?â he teased, voice low and smug against your ear. âyou were talkinâ so much just a second ago.â
you shook your head desperately, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a half-whine, half-sob. âi was justâoh my god, i wasâi was trying toââ
âyou were tryinâ tâwhat?â he purred, snapping his hips hard enough to make the bed creak. âuse your words, honey.â
you were shaking now, the rhythm pushing you closer and closer, your voice nothing but a stream of breathy moans and pathetic mumbles. âiâi canâtârafeâcanât even thinkâfeels too goodâfeels so good, pleaseââ
he chuckled lowly, âthen just be my good girl and let me hear you,â he rasped, his thrusts punishing now, no mercy in the way he fucked you into the mattress. âthatâs all i wanted. that sweet voice.â
you sobbed his name, hands clawing for something to hold onto. rafe just groanedâwatching you cum underneath him, ruined by your own voice, by your own stupid little story, by the way you couldnât stop whimpering through it all.
a/n :: this is not an original idea
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getting distracted by the tv while rafe is fucking youâŠ
the room was warm with the weight of it all. his body pressing into yours, the rhythm of his hips steady and deliberate, every roll deep enough to make the headboard creak, every breath that passed through his clenched jaw warm against your skin. he was focused. too focused. one hand held your thigh high, the other gripping the sheets near your head, his gaze occasionally flicking to your face to catch every gasp, every twitch of your lip, every shiver when he hit that perfect spot.
you looked perfect. quiet and breathless. slack-jawed with your bottom lip just barely caught between your teeth. to him, it was obviousâhe thought he had you completely fucked-out, drunk off his cock. thought you were silenced by pleasure. thought he was the only thing you could feel, the only thing you could think about.
but then it happened. a sudden, sharp, uncontrollable burst of laughter tore out of your mouth. it wasnât breathy or soft. it wasnât a moan. it was a cackleâone you tried to smother with your palm too late.
rafe stopped instantly, his hips stilling mid-thrust, his head lifting from the crook of your neck. his breath was shallow. his brow furrowed slowly, almost confused, like maybe heâd heard wrong. you watched his brain try to catch up with what just happened, and you felt the shiftâhow the air between you changed in an instant. âthâfuck was that?â he asked, voice low, controlled, but teetering.
you blinked up at him, trying to hold back the laughter already threatening again. âhuh?â
his eyes narrowed, and you felt his cock twitch inside you, still hard and heavy. âyou just laughed.â
you hesitated, fighting the grin already rising to your lips. âno i didnât...â
he tilted his head slowly following your gaze, and turned his face just enough to glance over his shoulder. the television still glowed behind him. a ridiculous voice filled the silence that had suddenly blanketed the room, followed by a burst of laughter from the impractical jokers cast. his jaw tensed so hard you could see the muscle tick. he turned back to you, eyes unreadable. âyou were seriously watching the tv?â
you bit your lip to hide back your shit-eating grin, yet failing miserably. rafe blinked once, hard, then looked back at the screen like it had personally betrayed him.
âiââ you started, already laughing again as you tried to explain, âit was just that part where sal asked that guy to put a baby in him iââ
âare you fuckinâ kiddinâ me right now?â his voice cracked around the words, not from anger, but disbelief. âyouâve been watching that stupid fuckinâ show this whole time?â
you tried to sit up, but he leaned forward, caging you in with one palm beside your head and the other still gripping your thigh. you were grinning wide now, smug, playful, entirely too pleased with yourself. âdonât be mad! you were doing so good i figured i had time to be entertained on both fronts.â
his eyes narrowed further, âyouâŠwere multitaskingâŠwhile i was fucking youâŠâ
you nodded, mock-encouraging. âmhm. iâm very good at time management. really in tune with that work-life balance, yâknow?â
the laugh that escaped him was not amused. he sat up on his knees, pulled out of you so abruptly it made your breath hitch, and dragged both hands down his face in stunned, borderline offended silence. you watched him, still giggling like a menace, clearly not understanding what kind of fire you had just set.
âiâm over here,â he said finally, gesturing wildly between you, âliterally dripping sweatâsweat,âtrying to make you cum and youâre tuned in to tru tv?â
âoh, donât make it sound lame,â you said, giggling into your hand. âthey were in the middle of a challenge. i got invested!â
he said nothing. just stared. jaw clenched. breathing slow. and then he moved. it wasnât rushed or angryâit was focused. his hands grabbed your waist and flipped you over onto your stomach with effortless strength, and before you could say another word, he had pulled your hips up, forcing you onto your knees, chest flat to the mattress. you gasped at the sudden position change, fingers clenching the sheets as you turned your head to look back at him. ârafeââ
âshut up.â his voice was gravel and dangerous. a warning that went unheeded.
you were still smiling. even as he shoved back into you with one brutal thrust, even as your body lurched forward from the force of it, you still tried to laugh. âokayâokay,â you panted, trying to speak between the quick, sharp breaths his movements were forcing out of you, âjeezâthatâs more like itâmaybe now iâll actually start paying attention.â
he gripped your hips tighterâtoo tightâand slammed into you again. âstill got jokes huh,â he muttered, voice harsh and breathless, chest rising and falling fast behind you. âstill fuckinâ laughing.â
you cried out at the next thrust, your knees slipping slightly on the sheets, and for a split second, you lost that smirk. but it crept back as you adjusted, still trying to cling to that bratty little smile even as your body betrayed you. âyouâre being dramatic,â you managed to say, voice thin. âit was one laugh.â
rafeâs hand fisted into your hair, yanked your head back just enough to make you gasp, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke directly into it. âyou want dramatic?â his hips snapped forward, burying himself all the way inside you, the force of it knocking the air from your lungs. âgo ahead, baby, laugh.â
you could only whimper. the smile was gone. he fucked you harder, rougher, each thrust sending your body forward, your arms straining to hold yourself up. you werenât making jokes anymore. you were barely making sounds. your breath hitched with every impact, little cries slipping from your throat each time he bottomed out.
âi fuck you like this,â he growled, voice low and dangerous, âand you give your attention to a fuckinâ prank show?â
you tried to speak, to defend yourself, but the words dissolved into moans, your face pressed into the mattress, your body trembling under the weight of him.
âwhereâs that little attitude now, hm?â he asked, pulling your hair again, forcing you to look back at him. âwhat happened to that smart mouth?â you whimpered something that mightâve been an apology, but he didnât let up. his voice dropped to a whisper, words like a promise. âiâm gonna make you forget what channel that shit was on.â
a/n :: IJ was the only funny show i could think of. i did not mention joe for a reason đ«”đ»
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i just know Bluecollar! rafe has a breeding kink, ugh. Like before you got pregnant with your second he tried every second he could to get his rough hands on youđââïžhe would be so rough hitting it from the back while you have to force yourself to be quiet đ© okay please help me
YOU GET ME. he LOVES being a dad(dy)
like, the second you even hinted at wanting another baby? it was game over. this man took it as a challenge.
"yeah? you wanna give me another one, sweetheart?" he muttered against your ear one night, palming your stomach, pressing his boner against your ass. "you sayin' you wanna be full of me again? walk around all cute, carryinâ my baby?"
from that moment on, every chance he gotâevery stolen moment, every night emmett fell asleep early, every time he caught you bent over the kitchen counter, every time you so much as sighed his wayâhe was on you. and he was ruthless about it, too.
youâd be folding laundry, minding your damn business, and suddenlyârafe was there. pressing his already hard cock up against your back, his big hands sliding around your waist, his lips hot against your neck. "baby," heâd murmur, already tugging down your pants. "right here on the dryer, yeah? let me put another one in you."
and at night? when emmett was fast asleep and the house was quiet? forget it. one second youâd be climbing into bed, expecting a good nightâs sleepâand the next? rafe had you on your knees, bent over the mattress, ass in the air, his belt hanging loose around his waist.
âyou want it, baby? you want me to give it to you?â and before you could even answerâhe was slamming into you, deep and rough, making you bite into the pillow to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. "shhh, baby," he cooed, mocking, teasing, completely wrecked. "you don't want emmett hearinâ how bad his mama wants another one of my babies in her, do ya?"
this man couldn't make up his mind for the life of him. because if you were too quiet? if you buried your face too deep in the pillow, trying to hold back your moans? rafe would grab your hair, tilt your head back, force you to look at him. "nuh-uh, baby. i wanna hear you--wanna hear how bad you need me to knock you up."
and when he gets close to filling you up, heâd grab your waist, slam you back onto him, his voice low and wrecked against your earâ"take it, baby. take all of it...shit--gonna pump you so fuckin' full, you wonât even have to take a testâyouâll just know."
and if you somehow didn't end up pregnant after that? he'd double down next time.
"this oneâs stickinâ, baby," heâd growl, holding your legs open, using his fingers to shove any of his cum that threatened to spill back into your pussy "gonna make sure of it."
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when are we getting the drew starkey fic
wow so I genuinely forgot abt that work. LMAOOO. I acc needed this reminder omgđ€Łđ€Ł midterms are killing me rn I fear, maybe 2 weeks frm now đ
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he's still dripping saltwater onto the hotel bed when his phone buzzes, throat tight from shouting at ward on the yacht, some bullshit about respect that doesn't matter now, not when his screen lights up with your name. again. fucking finally.
he told you to call.
told you to keep him updated, send pictures, let him hear your voice so he didn't lose his mind being stuck here with roseâs fake ass laugh and his dad pretending he gives a shit. but you havenât. barely a word. a missed call he couldnât answer at dinner, some half-assed text before bed last night. itâs not enough. not even fucking close.
he snatches the phone up before it stops vibrating, fingers still damp as he unlocks it, andâ
jesus christ.
his breath gets knocked straight out of him like a gut punch. the video starts with you spread out on your bed, wearing the tiny lace panties he bought you last summer, the white ones with the little satin bow at the front. the ones he told you not to wear when he wasnât around. your skinâs soft in the low light, thighs shifting, a teasing little wiggle of your hips before your fingers dip between your legs, pressing against the wet spot already showing through. he can hear you, a soft, breathy sigh, and his cock twitches to life in his swim trunks.
his jaw clenches as the video plays. his grip tightens on the phone.
âmiss you, rafey,â your voice, saccharine sweet, a little breathless. âwish you were here.â
your fingers slip under the lace, pushing it aside, and fuckâhe gets a perfect view of your glistening folds, of how wet you already are for him, all from just thinking about him. his free hand curls into the sheets, nails digging in. his cockâs aching now, straining against his shorts, but he doesnât move, just stares, entranced, pupils blown wide as you tease yourself, spreading slick with slow, lazy strokes. you always did love putting on a show for him.
his teeth sink into his bottom lip when your fingers slide inside, a needy whimper slipping out, hips lifting to meet your own touch. he should be there. should be the one filling you up, wrecking you like only he can. his jaw flexes. his breathâs coming short now, heavy, uneven. your back arches, your pace picking up, and he hears itâhis name, the way it tumbles from your lips, needy, desperate. his head tips back against the headboard, exhaling sharply through his nose. heâs so fucking hard itâs painful.
then you bring your other hand up, two fingers dipping into your mouth, coating them in spit before trailing down, pressing against your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. his vision goes white-hot for a second. his hips jerk up involuntarily. your moans turn breathy, higher pitched, his name slipping out between them like a prayer, like itâs the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.
then youâre gasping, thighs squeezing around your own hand, chest heaving, back arching high as you come with a soft, broken cryâ
and the video ends.
his thumb hovers over the screen, like maybe if he presses just right, itâll play again. like he didnât just watch the whole thing burned into his memory in perfect, agonizing detail. his pulse is hammering in his ears. he drags his tongue over his bottom lip, glancing toward the bathroom where the showerâs still running.
his fingers fly over the keyboard.
youâre fucking dead when i get home.
he hesitates, staring at the screen, then addsâ
call me. now.
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pleaseee do a full fic of single dad rafe đđđ
This is like the 4th ask Iâve gotten abt this work. Ykw guys. Consider it handled 𫣠Coming soon to a city near you
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Please i need single dad rafe please im begging
Should I give them a full fic or some more headcannons?đ€«
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i loved the dental student headcannon!! iâm in the dental field and i never read about someone writing about it before ! it was awesome đ«¶đŸ
I'm so relieved to hear this. I'm the furthest thing from a dental student (I'm a Film Major), so I'm glad that I didn't completely butcher it. LOL.
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Bubblegum Ballerina
Pairing: Dental Student! Reader x Single Dad! Rafe
Summary: Spring rolls around with new beginnings, starting with a new placement for you in a pediatric dentist's office and meeting a patient's handsome (and single) dad.
Just some headcanons unless it should be a full-fic??
Single Dad! Rafe would bring his five-year-old daughter Ella to the dentist ten minutes early because he hates being late and knows that his little girl would do anything to try and stop him from taking her because she hates the dentist. She once even hid his shoes just so she wouldn't have to go.
Single Dad! Rafe would immediately lean over the counter and whisper to the familiar receptionist he'd seen for years, asking about you the second you whisked Ella away and out of sight.
Ballerina! Ella would ramble in her chair to you about her upcoming ballet performance and how her daddy bought her a new tutu because he tells her she's the best ballerina ever.
Dental Student! Reader could listen to Ella's cute stories and pink passion projects for hours but when the dentist entered and it came time to start her cleaning Ella immediately started to fuss, squirming and refusing to open her mouth.
Dental Student! Reader would do her very best to keep Ella relaxed, offering to hold her hand and telling her stories about magical ballerina's that got to dance with fairies as a treat for going to the dentist and staying calm.
Ballerina! Ella hated the mint-flavoured polish and always asked if they had the bubblegum flavour after trying it once and now refuses to have anything else.
Single Dad! Rafe lights up when he sees his daughter running to him with a clean bright smile and a goody-bag that she says you helped pick out for her, making sure everything is extra awesome like she is.
Single Dad! Rafe who nearly trips over his words when he finally gets to speak to you about how everything went, hoping that she wasn't too much to handle, showing that he's well aware of his daughter's anti-dentist antics. He's both happy and sad to hear that Ella has a small cavity, but the joy creeps in when he realizes he gets to see you again soon.
Dental Student! Reader scans Rafe's hands looking for any signs of a ring or implications of a Mrs. Cameron and she's not as subtle as she thought she was when Rafe grins and waves his left hand to regain her attention (but actually to show the lack of a wedding band)
Ballerina! Ella who begs reader to come to her ballet performance so that she can see the new tutu her daddy bought her and watch her dance. Rafe immediately apologizes for her outbursts and insinuates that you're a very busy person but you accept without thinking.
Single Dad! Rafe brings two bouquets of flowers to the recital, one for you and one for his little ballerina who ran off to show all her friends the flowers her daddy got her. Leaving the two of you to talk and address the budding romance between you.
- nsfw! Rafe who hasn't fucked anyone since the divorce struggling to hold himself together when he sinks his cock into you for the first time. Leaning down to whisper filthy praises into your ear.
- Further down the line when things get more serious, the two of you would get a secret kick out of sneaking away from Ella's friends' exhausting birthdays for a quickie in the back of Rafe's truck parked 2 blocks away, reappearing just in time for the candles.
- Single Dad! Rafe who has a tiny little breeding kink and gets hard anytime he thinks about filling your stomach with his cum and knocking you up with his baby. "You'd look so perfect walkin' around the house--tits all big n' swollen, belly round with our baby. Whaddya' think? Hm? You want that for yourself? Wanna be my good little housewife that takes care of our child while I'm at work before I come home n' take care of you?"
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RAFE CAMERON PROMPTS ;àŒ
a collection of drabbles + blurbs of thoughts that were shared with me !
this will only include asks of thoughts that were written as a drabble/blurb since tumblr allows no more than 100 links on a post
shorter + future prompts will still be under #rafe prompt ;àŒ
ê° general ê± êŁà§ rough wall sex êŁà§ using restraints on you êŁà§ s2!rafe never had female attention & is a whimpering mess
ê° stepbro!rafe ê± êŁà§ treats you like a kook but fucks you like a pogue êŁà§ showing him your new belly button piercing êŁà§ breeding êŁà§ using a spreader bar on you êŁà§ giving you a hard time till you vocalize what you need êŁà§ obsessed with your ass & makes you bounce on his cock êŁà§ ruining your makeup + making a mess all over your face êŁà§ catching you with jj êŁà§ hearing you moan jj's name from your room êŁà§ favorite positions (seasons 1-4) êŁà§ teasing you & telling you to put it in yourself êŁà§ bratty!stepsister!reader teasing rafe at the country club êŁà§ teaching you how to ride him êŁà§ training you to call him 'daddy' êŁà§ finally being comfortable calling him 'daddy' êŁà§ walking in on you humping your pillow & refuses to help
ê° random !rafe au's ê± êŁà§ biker!rafe fucking you on his motorcycle êŁà§ doing a tiktok prank on trailerpark!rafe
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Yes gawdđ©
⥠just dilf!rafe making sure everything is to his liking when his precious little bunny comes home from all of her beauty appointments!
warnings: fluff, bunny being a lil clingy, suggestive language, use of the nickname âdaddyâ (pls scroll if itâs not for you), heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, finger sucking, slight overstimulation
a/n: i recently got all of my beauty appointments done so this felt fitting lol. read more of dilf!rafe x bunny!reader here <3
wc: 1.4k
while rafe never let you step out of the house by yourself, there was very few instances when he did. going out with your girlfriends and paying for all of your appointments was one of those things, and he didnât mind in the slightest. the day would start very early in the morning so that youâd have enough time to get everything done. rafe would watch you from the front door as you basically hopped down the driveway in excitement before getting into your best friendâs obnoxiously pink car, your lip gloss still sparkling on his lips from when you kissed him before leaving.
maybe it was the father instinct inside of him, but rafe made it a point to always pay for you and your besties meals, the idea of you going hungry or having an empty stomach just not sitting right with him. you and your friends would start the day by knocking out whatever took the longest, so that all of you could breeze through the extra upkeep and still go shopping afterwards. despite rafe tracking your location and checking where you were at religiously, he still wanted you to text him and send him photos and updates throughout the day.
heâd smile down at his phone whenever your contact name, which you came up with by yourself, would pop up on his screen.
[1:15 PM] bunnie à«źê° Ë¶âą àŒ âąË¶ê±á âĄ: i miss you sooo much already daddy. thank you for the food it was yummy <3 me and the girls still have a handful of things to do but iâm hoping to be done soon!!
[2:57 PM] bunnie à«źê° Ë¶âą àŒ âąË¶ê±á âĄ: i think youâre going to reallyyy like the color of my nails!! my toes came out super cute too đ
[4:03 PM] bunnie à«źê° Ë¶âą àŒ âąË¶ê±á âĄ: (1 attached image) look at this pink flatiron at the salon! i need one just like this! pretty pleaseeee!
heâd reply to each message, even going ahead and buying that flatiron with overnight delivery so you could have it in your pretty hands in no time. you two would go on like this until youâd finally send him that âon my way!â text, a relieved sigh falling from his lips. as much as he liked for you to have your girl time, he selfishly wanted to have you all to himself more than anything. rafe had already been anticipating your arrival, your favorite candles already lit up upstairs in his bedroom. it wasnât long before he heard the faint bump of music outside, your playful yelp sounding from down the driveway as you struggled to carry all of your shopping bags.
rafe was quick to help you out, your best friends teasingly telling him hi as he briefly waved at them before guiding you inside. âoh, i missed you!â you didnât waste any time in throwing your arms around his neck, the scent of sweet vanilla filling up his senses. you clung to him like a koala, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he made his way upstairs. âyeah? i missed you more.â you breathed him in, smiling softly against his chest as he put your bags down on the chair he had in the corner. âeverything go good?â he took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the soft globes of your ass.
âmhmm!â you nodded, âiâm happy with how everything came out.â rafe pecked your lips before helping you up on your feet. âlet me get a good look at you.â standing up, you couldnât help but feel shy as he scanned over your figure agonizingly slow. âyour hair looks real nice, baby, that style suits you.â your cheeks heated at the simple compliment. âwow look at your lashes, âyou try out a different lash map?â you gasped softly, hitting his shoulder playfully. âlook at you using girly terms!â rafe was bound to learn about the stuff youâd be rambling on and on about, your lashes being one of many things he now knew the intricacies of.
âyour eyebrow lady did a real good job, too.â you wiggled your brows suggestively, fluttering your lashes at him while he took your hand in his. âyou were right, i absolutely love this color on you,â he took in the pinky nude of your manicure, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, âlet me see those toes.â you giggled, bringing your foot to his lap as you held onto his arms for leverage. âwow, you got a bow charm?â you smiled down at the sight, âyes! isnât it so cute? she even put on some rhinestones for free because iâm a regular!â rafe massaged the back of your calf, guiding you back down on the bed.
âdamn, bunny, and your skin is so soft, you got that full body wax?â you welcomed him between your thighs, running your freshly manicured nail down the side of his jaw. âyes, i know how much you like it..â he kissed you deeply, his lower half grinding down on where you needed him most. you couldnât help the whine from leaving your lips, your glazed orbs shining with something mischievous. âdo you want to see how that came out, too?â rafe smiled, his fingers already hooking between your skirt and the waistband of your panties. âyeah? you gonna let daddy inspect you?â
once your clothes were off and forgotten about on the floor, rafe took your thighs and spread them open to expose your bare cunt, the look on his face making you take your bottom lip between your teeth. âfuck,â he marveled, âyouâre just so pretty, you know that?â you smiled, melting under his gentle touch. he looked up at you as if to ask âcan i?â before you nodded. rafe sat back on his heels, stroking your glistening folds as you writhed with desire. âi need to be inside of you so bad..â oh, how bad you needed that too. ârafe, we canât have sex for at least a full twenty-four hours.â you pouted.
âbut we did it last time.â you giggled, shaking your head. âi know, but iâm so sensitive..â rafe sighed, leaning down so he could whisper against your lips. âwould a little touching hurt, though?â you gasped when he slipped a digit inside your entrance, his long digit filling you just right. with the pad of his thumb, he began rubbing hard circles on your clit, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. âyouâre so perfect, always dressing and getting dolled up the way i want you to.â he curled his finger, nudging that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars.
your back arched softly off of the bed, your fingers intertwining with his own. he kept his eyes on your trembling form, your mouth falling open as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. âiâm so close, ray..â the man above you lowered his head between your thighs, popping his digits into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his fingers. âso soft and smooth, i could eat this cunt for days.â you cried out loud when you felt his tongue prod at your opening, the tip of his nose finding your sensitive bud. âfuckkk!â you covered your mouth at the slip up, yelping when you felt rafe pinch your inner thigh.
âwhat have i told you about cussing?â he groaned, pulling away from your soaked pussy before diving back in again, your hands shooting up to cup your tits. rafe watched your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest being a telltale sign that you were going to finish soon. you felt the familar heat begin to simmer in your tummy, your thighs threatening to snap shut as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every stroke of rafeâs tongue. âoh, my god!â your eyes rolled back when the band in your tummy finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pure bliss.
your breath shook as you thrashed against rafeâs mouth, your thighs locking around his head as he pinned you down by your hips. your mouth opened but no sound, except for a pathetic shriek came out, your hands fighting rafe off in an attempt to pull away from him. that only made him grip you tighter, his tongue working relentlessly on your poor cunt. it wasnât until you tapped out, your nails digging into rafeâs arm before he gave you a final kiss, his gentle hands massaging into the skin of your calves. you whimpered as rafe helped you come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your vision hazy.
rafe licked his lips clean, palming at the hard-on in his boxers. âhow about just the tip?â all it took was one blissful glance at him through your lashes before he was yanking you towards the edge of his bed by your ankles.
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sometimes prissy!reader has a bit of an attitude ⊠itâs safe to say season 1 rafe doesnât tolerate it.

your wispy eyelashes almost touch your eyebrows as you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, who was telling you that there was still another two whole hours of the golf game left.
it wasnât your fault, the weather was beating down on you and making your soft skin sweat, your thighs were so hot that they were sticking to the seat in the golf cart, and you ran out of water and beer an hour ago, and the cart girl was no where to be seen. you were promised a comfortable and relaxing day, and instead youâre hot and bored.
rafeâs lip curls up in annoyance at your eyeroll, and he scoffs and walks away, leaving you pouting in the cart. heâs trying to enjoy the day, thereâs no way that heâs letting his prissy girlfriend spoil the fun by needing his constant attention.
fanning at yourself when the sun blares down on you, youâre truly putting on a show for rafe, exaggerating so he can take you home. even with his baseball cap that he stuck on your head at your third complaint, and the last sip of his beer that he gave you half an hour ago, youâre still not satisfied. heâs starting to think youâre never satisfied.
ârafe, do you have any sunscreen? i think iâm getting burnt,â you call out after he swings the golf club.
âyou think i pack fuckinâ sunscreen? not my fault youâre wearing a tube top, little shoulders bound to get burnt,â he steps back to let topper take his shot. âtop, you got any for my girl?â
ânah, man, never pack that shit,â topper answers. rafe can hear you groan from your seat, and usually youâre at least saying âthank youâ for checking, but youâre so bored that youâre beyond sweetness.
âdo you guys have, like, anything? this is so boring,â you complain from the cart.
topper asks, âdid you bring your phone?â and you tell him it died.
rafeâs frankly done with your subtle tantrum, stomping over to you, swinging the club in circles as he walks. if your brain wasnât so foggy from the heat then youâd admire how his arms look in that polo top, but you can barely even think.
âhow about you keep score? hm, kid, how does that sound?â he offers, handing you the scorecard.
âthatâs boring, i donât even know how golf works, donât know how to do this,â you complain. ârafe, i just wanna walk home, iâm done with this, so boring,â
âall iâm asking is for you to keep score.â
âi donât have a pen.â
âuse your lipliner,â
your lip curls in distaste, a habit picked up from your boyfriend. âthatâs stupid, its like, $40,â
âhey,â he scolds. âdonât know where this little attitude came from but it stops now, okay? shit, babe, just trying to enjoy the game. you wanna, uh, you wanna walk home? that what this is? is that what youâve come to?â
âare you dumb? iâm in heelsââ he cuts you off instantly, not liking your insinuation one bit.
âhey! heyââ you expect him to grab your jaw or wrist but he grabs your nipple through your shirt, tugging at it so youâre dragged closer to him.
âdonât speak to me like that, aâight? not fair to me. tried to bring you out here for a fun day, donât need the fucking insults. say something nice to me or donât say shit at all. or i can bring you home right now and give you some shit, and i promise you you wonât like it. sit in the cart, keep score, be nice. can you do that?â he continues. you nod, and he pinches your nipple harshly, making you squeak, then lets go.
you watch rafeâs vieny hand adjust your top after that, then watch as it moves up to your cheek. he pats it, gives you a nod with some pretty harsh eye contact, then leaves.
he always knows how to shut you up.
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Tap Out
Just thinking about Rafe's super gorgeous, beautifully breathtaking girlfriend who is notorious for giving people a hard time. Especially him.
She got that million dollar Million dollar oow, oow And all I want to do is touch it Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout,
Rafe stands tall and brooding in front of the bed where you sat while he hits replay on the overbearing series of voicemails you'd left him while he was out.
"Hi Rafe, I know you said you and Barry had to go take care of whatever it was that you saidâI don't know; I wasn't really listening, but I just saw this new coach bag online, and I need you to send me a picture of your credit card front and back so I can get it. Thanks in advance baby."
You stay silent and unbothered by the replay.
He plays the next one, "It's almost midnight, Rafe. When are you coming home? I miss you. The bed is so big and empty without you in it. You remember that night we came back from the Blue Diamond charity gala and we barely made it up the stairs? The way you fucked me so good, left me aching for you for days--mmmm, wanna feel you like that again, come home Rafeyy."
Your boyfriend huffs as he moves to play the last one except this one is silent for the first few moments until some lewd sounds can be picked up. It's wet and sticky. It sounds like Thanksgiving mac and cheese being stirred in the pot. Soon, the faintest string of moans can be heard.
Most wouldn't be able to pick up on it, but not Rafe. His ears are trained to the sound of your voice. He's accustomed to every pitch, tone and frequency your pleasure can take on.
You stand, ready to plead your case, "You were gone for hours, what was I supposed to do?" Your arms cross defensively and they suddenly drop when Rafe's big hand is holding you by the throat, squeezing tight enough to have you gasping.
"You think this shit is funny?" His voice is strict, unwavering and serious. "What if Barry heard this? Huh?" Your eyes roll, defences refusing to crumble even with a limited supply of air, "It's Barry, he'd probably thank me-"
You need to learn when to shut up at the end of a rhetorical question because now Rafe had you bent up like a pretzel. One hand is still around your neck while the other holds you at the waist.
Your legs are shaking as he brings you to what you thought was your third orgasm but is actually the fourth (you'd blacked out during the second one). "Rafe- no- s'too much," You murmur, voice broken and weak from all your screams.
"Nothin's too much for you." He groans, punctuating his sentences with a sharp snap of his hips. It sends you reeling and your eyes roll back as you feel that familiar heat begin to unfurl in your core.
You shake your head repeatedly, "I can't--Rafe! Please." You beg, so incredibly turned on by the sight of your hot boyfriend who looked down to where your bodies connected. The way your slick covered his cock down to his balls. It pulls a groan out of him from his core.
You admired the sweat that gathered over the thin hairs on his chest and that piercing blue gaze that would glance up at you from time to time to taunt you like now. "You know what to do if you can't take it sweet thing." You do know what to do, but you refuse to back down, you're so close.
"O-oh shit I'm-" The words escape and your climax is stolen from you when Rafe stops completely and pulls out, his hands move down to your hips, shamelessly displaying his physical dominance over you and flipping you onto your stomach effortlessly.
He grips the flesh of your waist and manhandles you until you're being pulled back against him, the beautiful sight of your plump and juicy ass in his hands is enough to send him to the heavens above or maybe the firey pits below.
You're already too weak to hold yourself up on your arms, so you let yourself fall into the sheets. Your cries muffled into the pillows as Rafe slowly presses back into you, stretching you back open. His rhythm picks up with nothing but urgency and mercilessness.
Your back arches, and you cry out his name when you're blinded by your own orgasm. Coming undone once more and he comes soon after with a breathy chuckle. His hips are still rolling into yours lethargicly when he whispers, "You got one more in you, baby?"
"Fuck no. I'm done." You whine, your fists tapping out on the pillow and his pace slows until he finally stops, slowly pulling out.
"That'll teach you to fuck with my voicemails when I'm not here." He lays himself down beside you, carefully moving the stray strands of hair out of your face to admire you.
Your lips were swollen from all the sucking and biting he'd done to them earlier, your cheeks flushed and your body is spent. You grin, "You know you liked it, especially that last one." Rafe exhaled, even in your drained state you can still find time to be bratty.
"I did, I did. You sounded so fucking pretty playing with that perfect pussy of yours. Had to go rub one out in Barry's bathroom because of you." You smile a little bigger at that. "Good." Is all you say and Rafe can only roll his eyes as he moves to hold you in his arms.
You both lay there, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies until Rafe speaks up softly, "Tuesday." He says, and your head looks up at him with a confused tilt. Without having to ask him, he explains, "The purse you want. I ordered it. It'll be here on Tuesday."
Just when your smile couldn't get any bigger, it does, and Rafe can't help but to be in awe because god you're so fucking gorgeous but you're such a pain in the ass.
His prettiest headache.
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bitch did you just stab me? WJAT THE FUCK IM CRYING TO BAD
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rafe with pogue!reader with a mouth. sheâs so sweet unless you donât deserve it. and we all know rafe has done some things to get him in the dog house. sheâs not afraid to put anyone in their place. but he finds that bending her over id the best way to shut her up.
mmfff. I love this ask.
Pairing: Sweet Girl! Reader x Rafe Cameron
a/n: answering some requests bc i'm finally back lolll
Rafe considers himself a lucky man to have a girlfriend like you--the luckiest, some would say, and he wouldn't disagree. You're sweet, kind, empathetic and probably too good for him if he's being honest.
You're the girl who bakes fresh bread and brings it to the nursing home on the weekends and volunteers her time at the local food banks whenever you have the chance.
It's a stark contrast to your stone-cold boyfriend who was rarely caught smiling in the presence of others except for his closest friends, but even they had a hard time making plans with him.
He's hard to get a hold of, and no one understands that more than you do at this moment. You're currently sitting at the elegantly set table in a reserved section of the Italian restaurant Rafe had booked just for the two of you.
Your diamond-embroidered watch which was a valentines gift from your overbearing boyfriend receives another frustrated glance from your intense stare. With precision the minute hand strikes, signifying the top of the hour and the end of your patience.
You couldn't believe Rafe had stood you up, despite your efforts to call him and the few gentle reminders you sent to his number. They were all in vain.
"Would you like more bread, ma'am?" The waiter comes back for what you guess is the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. Your cheeks rose over at the repeated question, realizing you'd have to admit that there was no one joining you any time soon.
"No, I'm alright thank you. Just the check will be fine." Your words paint a perplexed expression on the waiter's face before he visibly understands what's happened.
The waiter is sweet when he returns with the bill, "He's an idiot."
You didn't quite catch what he whispered under his breath, "Pardon?" His shoulders relax as a small smile graces his lips, "The guy's an idiot for standing you up." It's said thoughtfully, not with any ulterior motives, and you agree, feeling what was just surface-level disappointment morph into a simmering bitterness.
Rafe was going to deal with a bitch at home.
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You found yourself stirring your freshly blended smoothie behind the kitchen island as Rafe continued his desperate attempts to get back in your good graces. "I'm so sorry, baby. The meeting went long and I couldn't get out of it." His hand tries to wrap around your waist from behind and you smack him away.
"Don't even, Rafe." The words come out through clenched teeth. He's startled but not surprised. He's seen this side of you before, though only once when a rude cashier had been insulting to your mother at the store.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? The meeting ran longer than-" You don't even give him a chance to finish when you interrupt, "Oh my god, Rafe. Leave me alone!" You scoff, trying to push past him with your drink in hand but he holds you at the waist, cautiously taking the cup from you and placing it on the counter behind him.
He holds a stern gaze as he talks down to you: "Listen, I get it. You're upset, but you're not even giving me a chance to expl-" He tries to reason with you, but you don't want to hear it from him.
"Shut Up." You make dead eye contact, his towering height not intimidating you in the slightest. You're pissed off and now Rafe is too. Within the blink of an eye Rafe had you pinned down to the cool marble of the island with an arm behind your back.
"Ow~ Rafe!" You whine and he chuckles. "M'sorry baby. Am I hurting you?" He tightens the hold he has on your pinned arm, pressing his hips into the fat of your ass giving you a vivid understanding of where your attitude was taking you.
"You're such a fucking-" With his other hand he forces your head back down against the counter roughly but making sure not to hurt you. "Don't you dare." He warns from behind and you bite your tongue at the harsh tone he was using. He was not in the mood to play around.
"I'm sick of you avoiding me. I'm tryna talk to you-- tell you I'm sorry and you're not fuckin' listening." He curses as he lets your arm go, now moving its way under your dress the caress your ass.
He leaned forward, ensuring the breath of his words would tickle the shell of your ear as he spoke. "Such a shame too, you're usually such a good listener. A good girl." An icy chill runs down your spine as you feel him flip up the fabric of your dress.
There's a laugh, one of amusement.
"No panties? Thought I was supposed to be going to dinner with my girlfriend, not a whore." Your lip is tucked between your teeth when you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. "Huh? Where's all your backtalk now, dollface?" You whine, arching your back up against your boyfriend.
"Rafe please-" He doesn't let you beg before he's sliding himself between your soaked folds, letting himself be overcome by the wet, hot sensation of your contracting walls. "Tell me you forgive me," He all but purrs in your ear. His words paired with the way his cock stretched you so good, you almost said it.
Almost.
"Fuck you."
He made you eat those words. The way he pistoned his hips into yours over and over with no remorse filled the kitchen with the lewd sounds of flesh against flesh. Your acrylics scratched against the marble tops desperately searching for something to hold on to.
"Say it." He grits and you shake your head, pathetic moans slipping with each thrust he gives you. "N-no!" He angles his hips, the head of his cock perfectly hitting the sweet spot. "Oh fuck- Rafe! I'm-"
"I won't let you finish until you say it-"
"I forgive you, fuck! I forgive you. Let me cum, please please-"
He gives you everything you need to stumble over the edge of ecstasy and more, he finishes soon after you. His weight leaning on your back, feeling his chest heave as he catches his breath.
"The waiter called you an idiot, you know." You mumble, cheek still pressed against the counter. "I am an idiot. I'm sorry, baby. Let's put this gorgeous dress to good use and let me make it up to you."
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