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sorry for not posting guys!! im in the process of moving!

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would u write for aot on this account ??

just curious <33

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absolutely!! im a multi-fandom account but i (obviously) cater more towards the OBX fandom!!

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PLS WRITE ABOUT ABOUT HOOKING UP WITH SARAH CAMERON AT A PARTY!!

warnings: fem4fem, oral (reader receiving), best friend dynamic, party background, alcohol mention, teasing, begging, praise, exploration, wlw, public setting

the party was loud.

the bass thumped through the walls of the house, the lights dim and pink-tinted, bodies brushing past each other in a blur of perfume, sweat, and summer air.

but you didn’t care about any of that—not with sarah cameron giggling into your ear, her arm thrown over your shoulders like you were hers.

you always let her touch you like that.

she was your best friend, after all.

but tonight? her hand was lingering lower, fingers brushing your waist, her lips a little too close to your neck when she whispered,

“you look so fucking pretty, babe.”

you turned your head to meet her eyes, tipsy and glossy, and shimmery.

“you think so?” you asked, voice honey-sweet and flirtatious, twirling a piece of your hair.

she smirked, eyes dragging down your tight dress, the gloss on your lips, the glitter on your chest. “i know so.”

you don’t remember how you ended up upstairs.

the bedroom door clicked shut behind you and suddenly the music was muffled, but your heartbeat wasn't.

she pushed you gently back onto the bed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "lay back, pretty. i wanna see everything.”

you giggled, legs swaying off the edge of the bed. “sarah…”

her mouth was on yours before you could say anything else—soft, hungry, like she’d been thinking about this for longer than you had.

her hands cupped your cheeks, her tongue tasting of strawberry and tequila.

you gasped when her hands slipped down, palming your thighs, then sliding up under your dress.

"did you wear this little thing for me?"

you nodded, breathless, grinding your thighs together when her nails scraped along your skin. "you like it?"

“i wanna tear it off,” she muttered, mouthing down your neck. “you always dress like a little doll. you know that? all this pink and lace—makes me want you even more.”

she pulled the dress up, bunching it at your waist, lips trailing down your body.

“god, you even wore matching panties,” she murmured, pressing a kiss over the soaked fabric.

“you’re so fucking cute.”

your thighs trembled as she pulled them down, slow and deliberate, tossing them over her shoulder. then she paused, fingers spreading you open, just staring.

“you’re perfect,” she whispered.

“sarah..” you whined, hips lifting toward her.

she licked a stripe up your pussy and you moaned—head thrown back, fingers tugging at the sheets.

her hands gripped your thighs, keeping you open, tongue exploring, slow and teasing.

when she sucked your clit into her mouth, you nearly cried.

“that’s it, baby,” she cooed. “just let me make you feel good, that's what best friends are for!”

you reached down, fingers tangling in her blonde hair, tugging when she licked a little deeper, a little rougher.

your moans filled the room, the party downstairs a distant memory.

and when you came—legs shaking, mouth gasping her name like a prayer—she didn’t stop. not until your thighs tried to close and your moans turned breathless.

sarah crawled up, pressing a kiss to your lips. you could taste yourself on her mouth, and it made your head spin.

"you taste like sugar."

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Is gyno!rafe serious about reader or is it just for fun

hes 100% serious about them!! rafe is a total asshole buttttttt he has a soft spot for the reader!!!

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i'm so in love with gynecologist!rafe oh my godd!!! can you write smth where one day reader gets scared that something's wrong with her since she had the most painful period in her life and she comes to Rafe (of course) and he immediately notices that she's stressed and worried and after examining her he calms her down and reader fall even harder in love with that protective and caring side of him <33

warnings: none!

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x reader

your legs were cold against the exam table, but your palms were hot with nerves.

you’d never had cramps like this before—sharp, deep, relentless. something just didn’t feel right. and that tiny, anxious voice in your head kept whispering the worst.

so you went to the only person you trusted.

rafe walked in, white coat half-buttoned, brows furrowed the second he saw your face.

“hey,” his voice dipped low, gentle, “you okay, baby?”

you shook your head, biting your lip. “i—I don’t know. my period’s been brutal. like, way worse than normal. and i just… it hurts. it scared me.”

he didn’t waste time. hands warm and sure, he helped you recline. “okay. let’s take a look, alright? i’ve got you.”

his examination was quiet, focused. he didn’t rush, but he didn’t make it clinical either—not with the way his thumb stroked soft circles into your thigh, or the way he murmured, “i’m right here,” every time your breath hitched.

when he finally sat back, eyes meeting yours, he smiled—warm, reassuring.

“nothing alarming. just a rough cycle. sometimes hormones throw curveballs. but you’re okay. you’re safe.”

and maybe it was the relief, or the way his voice wrapped around you like a blanket—but your chest swelled with something thick and tender.

you’d always known rafe could be rough, commanding, dangerous in the way he touched you when the doors closed.

but this—this soft, protective version of him, brushing your hair from your face and whispering, “i hate seeing you like this, sweetheart”—

this was the part of him that made you fall even harder.

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A date w gyno!rafe but he asks the reader to wear a vibrator (reader is unaware of what it actually is but agrees) rafe then uses it during the date.. while talking to the waiter etc ! You can choose the ending! Thank you

warnings: mdni, public teasing, vibrator control, light humiliation, medical kink undertones, dumb!reader, dom!rafe, orgasm denial, power play, praise, light degradation, unprotected sex, creampie

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

you should’ve known something was off when he handed you a little remote-shaped device and told you to put the other piece in your panties.

“just wear it for me, sweetheart,” rafe had murmured as you were getting dressed for dinner. he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, watching your reflection in the mirror. “promise it’ll make things… more fun.”

you hadn’t questioned it too much. you never really did when it came to him. not when he was in his office with gloves on and fingers deep inside you—checking your cervix—not when he’d muttered, “bet no one’s ever taken care of you like this, huh?”

so you nodded. wiggled the little toy into place and finished getting dressed, lip gloss shimmering and heart thudding.

he was being so sweet tonight. picked you up with a bouquet in hand. opened the door for you. told you how good you looked in that short little dress. but then…

the second you sat down at the restaurant, your thighs pressed together nervously, he pressed a button.

buzz.

your eyes flew open, hands gripping the edge of the table.

“what’s wrong, baby?” rafe asked innocently, lifting a menu like he didn’t just turn on whatever the fuck was tucked against your clit.

you blinked at him, breath shuddering. “rafe—what is that?”

“what’s what?” he asked, smirking. “oh, you mean that? you agreed to it, didn’t you?”

you whined softly, leaning forward. the vibrations weren’t unbearable, but you were so sensitive already. this morning he’d fingered you before your shower and told you not to touch yourself for the rest of the day.

“people are gonna see,” you whispered, panicked. “someone’s gonna know.”

he clicked the button again, casually flipping through the wine list. the setting intensified. your hips jolted.

“so what if they do?” he murmured under his breath. “bet they’d wish they were me.”

the waiter came over while your thighs were shaking. rafe ordered for you, speaking calm and low, all while the vibrator kept pulsing in waves. it had a pattern—slow, then fast, then mean. every now and then, it would pause, just long enough to make you think it was over… and then come back full force.

“you alright, miss?” the waiter asked, glancing your way.

you managed a nod. forced a smile. “yeah,” you said, voice strained. “just—tired.”

rafe glanced over at you smugly. “she’s been a little sore lately,” he added. “nothing i haven’t taken care of before.”

your cheeks burned.

after the food came, you could barely touch it.

you were panting, squirming, pressing your palm against your lap. rafe wouldn’t stop.

he edged you over and over, taking tiny bites of his steak and sipping red wine while your body shook under the table.

“please,” you whimpered, eyes glassy. “rafe, i-i can’t—”

he leaned close. gripped your thigh under the table.

“be a good girl and take it.”

—

you didn’t even make it inside his house.

as soon as he parked in his driveway, you were crawling into his lap, babbling.

“m’sorry, m’sorry—need it, ive been good, haven’t cum all night, please—”

“i know, baby.” his voice was low and sweet. he was already pushing your panties to the side, cock hard and leaking against your thigh. “i know. such a good fuckin’ girl for me, huh?”

you nodded, tears clinging to your lashes.

he didn’t tease this time. didn’t drag it out. he just pulled the toy out, tossed it into the passenger seat, and pushed all the way in with one hard thrust.

you screamed.

“shhh,” he hushed, but there was no one around. just the streetlights and the cool night air filtering in through the cracked windows. “take it. let me fill you up, sweetheart. you earned it.”

you were already clenching around him, body snapping like a rubber band, orgasm hitting so hard it left you crying.

and rafe? he just grinned and fucked you through it.

“that’s it,” he groaned. “gonna put a baby in this little pussy one day. make you wear that toy to a family dinner next time. maybe your friends’ll see how dumb you get f’me.”

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this is so exciting!! thank you guys so much!!!

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girl you are cranking out the gyno rafe fics!! i love it.

I was wondering if you could do one where rafe and the reader are a bit more serious but not official and she has a appointment and while she’s waiting she sees another girl walk out of the examination room with rafe and she gets a little worried that she’s having sex with other girls the same way he does with her and she gets all closed off. maybe we could have smut outside the office and he shows up at her place or something and she tells him how she feels and he fucks her to prove she’s all he cares about.

warnings: medical kink, jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie, rough/soft dynamic, dirty talk, emotional sex, light angst, comfort

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

a/n ::: thank you so much!! im trying my best to keep up haha!!!

you showed up to your appointment early—just enough time to maybe see rafe, maybe sneak in a kiss.

but instead, you saw her. tall, pretty, walking out of the exam room with him. rafe behind her, wiping his hands, smiling soft. saying something only she could hear.

you felt sick.

he smiled at you like that.

he wiped his hands like that after he touched you.

when it was your turn, you barely looked at him. didn’t smile, didn’t tease. let him touch you, examine you—but you gave him nothing.

he knew something was wrong. asked once, and you brushed it off.

but when you didn’t answer his texts after, he showed up at your place.

stormed in.

“you gonna tell me what the fuck that was?”

you just stared at him.

“was she special?” you asked quietly. “do you fuck them all like this?”

his eyes darkened.

“you think i look at anyone the way i look at you?”

you didn’t answer.

he stepped in close. “she was a newbie, baby. first-time patient. i was being nice. but you? you’re the only one i want. only one i’ve ever touched like this.”

you swallowed. “prove it.”

he bent you over the couch in seconds.

“this pussy’s mine,” he groaned, sinking into you, rough and deep. “only one i need. only one i dream about.”

your head dropped, moaning into the cushions as he fucked the insecurity out of you—slow, hard, possessive.

“say it,” he whispered against your ear. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped. “rafe, i’m yours—!”

he came deep inside you, groaning through his teeth.

“you feel that? that’s mine, too. all of you is.”

and when he pulled you into his lap after, kissing your temple, still inside you—there was no more doubt.

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pls gyno!rafe with a huge breeding kink and cockwarming reader until she’s in sobs begging for it

warnings: medical kink, cockwarming, breeding kink manipulation, soft coercion, size kink, begging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dirty talk

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

it was a saturday. after hours. the clinic was locked to the public, the lights dimmed low except in the private exam room you knew all too well.

and you were perched on the edge of that padded table, gown already pushed up to your waist, thighs trembling, panties lost somewhere on the floor.

“look at you,” rafe murmured from between your knees, large hands parting them slowly. “couldn’t even wait ‘til monday, huh?”

you shook your head, shame heating your cheeks. “i-i needed to see you.”

“yeah?” he raised a brow, eyes dipping between your legs, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. “and what exactly were you hoping i’d do, baby?”

your lips parted. no answer came.

you didn’t need to speak. your body always said enough.

rafe stepped closer, unbuckling his belt slow, like he wanted you to watch.

“you booked this appointment like a good girl,” he said softly, guiding his thick cock through his fist. “so you’re gonna do what i say, right?”

you nodded.

“words.”

“yes, sir.”

his smirk deepened. “atta girl.”

he didn’t prep you with fingers. didn’t taste you like he usually did. didn’t tease, didn’t ask what was wrong.

he already knew what you wanted.

so when he grabbed your hips and sank into you with a slow, unforgiving roll—stretching you impossibly wide—you sobbed.

loud. high-pitched. already crumbling.

he didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, cock nudging something deep inside you that made your legs twitch.

but he didn’t thrust.

he stayed still.

full.

thick.

warm.

your walls fluttered around him instinctively, desperate for more. he groaned, breath heavy against your neck.

“feel that?” he whispered. “how good you take it? fuck—so tight around me already.”

your hands clawed at the edge of the table, back arching.

“please—please rafe—need you to move,” you whimpered, eyes glossy, face hot. “s’too much.”

his hand rose to your cheek, stroking it almost lovingly.

“too much?” he echoed, tilting your chin. “or not enough?”

you let out a breathy sob, head tipping back.

he kissed your throat gently, like he wasn’t splitting you open, keeping you filled to the brim with no relief.

“you know why i’m not moving, right?” he murmured. “because i like keeping you like this. warm and dripping.”

your pussy clenched again, helpless, soaking.

he chuckled darkly. “you’re already leaking down my cock, sweetheart. barely touched you and you’re messier than any patient i’ve had on this table.”

you whimpered. “rafe—please—"

“no,” he said softly. “not until you mean it.”

his thumb circled your clit once. a single stroke that nearly made your vision white out.

“mean what?” you whispered.

he leaned in, lips brushing yours. “that you want me to breed you.”

your breath hitched.

his cock pulsed inside you.

“that’s what you came for, isn’t it?” he murmured. “not an exam. not reassurance. you wanted to be filled. stuffed full until you couldn’t think straight. just like a good little breeding toy.”

your tears spilled over again, jaw going slack.

he wiped them with his thumb. “go on. ask for it.”

“please,” you gasped. “please rafe, breed me—need it—need to feel you cum inside me, please—”

his groan was ragged.

he drew his hips back an inch, then slammed forward.

you screamed.

finally—finally—he gave you what you needed. brutal, deep thrusts that punched moans from your throat, your legs trembling violently around his waist.

“so fuckin’ needy,” he growled, hand tangling in your hair. “gonna cry for me the whole time, baby?”

you were already sobbing.

“that’s right,” he panted. “let me hear it. let everyone in this clinic know you’re getting bred like you were made for it.”

his thrusts only grew meaner, rougher, more possessive with each stroke.

you were breaking.

you were blissed-out.

you were cockdrunk and crying and full of nothing but rafe cameron.

and god, you never wanted it to end.

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hiii !! could you maybe do something like inexperienced!rafe who’s never rlly orgasmed before or anything so reader helps him out and gives him a bj. he pulls away too quickly because he felt all weird (he was about to cum) but once reader reassures him he lets it happen — and then afterwards, he wants more so he pushes her back onto his dick :p

warnings: virgin!rafe, blowjob, overstimulation, praise, subby!rafe, soft dom!reader, cumplay, begging, size kink, creampie

pairing: inexperienced!rafe cameron x reader

rafe had always pretended he knew what he was doing.

it wasn’t hard—he had the looks, the height, the charm when he wanted to use it. girls would talk about him like he was some kind of sex god, and he’d just nod, let them believe it.

but the truth was?

he’d never even come before.

not with someone else. not even alone, not really. he’d tried a few times, desperate and confused, but every time it started feeling too intense, too weird, too hot, he’d panic and stop. like his body wasn’t his anymore. like it was too much.

and then came you.

you were gentle with him, patient in a way no one else ever had been. when you kissed him, it wasn’t to tease—it was soft and slow, fingers brushing the back of his neck while you whispered praise against his lips.

“you’re doing so good, baby.”

and that alone almost made him dizzy.

but tonight was different. he had told you, cheeks red and gaze avoiding yours, that he wanted to try. really try. to go further. to finally let go.

you smiled and nodded. “okay, sweetheart,” you murmured, guiding him to sit back against the pillows, his legs spread and bare, cock twitching nervously against his stomach.

“just relax. i’ll take care of you.”

his breath hitched as you kissed down his chest, all slow and sweet, until your lips hovered just above the flushed tip of his cock. you looked up at him through your lashes.

“tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

he nodded fast, gulping. “o-okay.”

and then your lips were around him.

warm, wet heat. your tongue flattened along the underside, and his hips jerked before he could stop himself. his hands shot to your hair, unsure if he wanted to pull you off or keep you there. his chest rose in ragged gasps.

“oh—fuck—wait, wait—”

you pulled back instantly, lips shiny with spit, brows pinched with concern.

“too much?” you asked softly.

rafe’s face was burning. he looked ashamed, breathless.

“i just… it felt weird,” he whispered. “like i was gonna—i dunno—it was building too fast. i got scared.”

you cupped his face and kissed his cheek. “baby, that just means it’s working.”

his eyes widened.

“you’re supposed to feel like that,” you giggled, nudging your nose against his. “and when it gets too intense? that’s your orgasm coming. don’t run from it, rafey—let it happen.”

his jaw clenched like he was thinking hard. then, after a second, he nodded. “okay,” he mumbled. “just… try again?”

you smiled. “of course, handsome.”

this time, he didn’t stop you.

you were slower, more teasing—swirling your tongue around the head until he was whimpering, thrusting up into your mouth without even realizing. you took him deeper, moaning around him, and his legs shook.

he was already close—so close—and you could tell. he kept whispering little “oh god”s and “i-i can’t—i think—”s, until his body finally locked up and—

he came.

hard.

in your mouth, gasping like it knocked the air out of him, his hips twitching as ropes of cum spilled down your tongue. he looked wrecked—eyes unfocused, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink and glowing.

you pulled off with a little pop, licking your lips with a smile.

“see?” you teased. “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

rafe blinked down at you, completely stunned. “i… i didn’t know it felt like that.”

you laughed softly and kissed his hip. “baby, that’s only the beginning.”

he was still breathing heavy, but there was something different in his eyes now. a hunger.

“can we… can we do more?” he asked, almost shy.

your brows lifted. “more?”

his hands grabbed your waist, pulled you up onto his lap like he didn’t even realize how strong he was being. his cock was still hard—slippery, twitching, sensitive—and he pressed it between your legs, desperate now.

“i wanna feel it again,” he whispered, voice low and hoarse. “but inside you. please…”

you stared at him for a second, then gave him a slow, sultry smile

“you want me to ride you, pretty boy?”

he nodded, eyes pleading. “i need it. i need to be in you—need to come again, please, please—”

you didn’t make him beg much longer.

you sank down onto him slowly, inch by inch, and he cried out at the stretch, eyes rolling back. your walls clenched around him, and his hands dug into your hips, overwhelmed all over again.

you leaned in close, pressing kisses to his neck as you whispered, “there you go, baby. just like that. let me fuck you through it this time.”

and he did.

he let you ride him until he was whining for more, clinging to you like he’d never let go. and when he came again—deep inside you, moaning into your mouth—it was even better than the first time.

because this time, he knew he didn’t have to be scared.

not with you.

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should i make a taglist or is it still too early?

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gyno!rafe and reader going on a real date plspls ajajsjk

warnings: medical kink, praise, fingering, slight possessiveness, doctor/patient dynamic, soft smut, light manipulation, dominant!rafe, subby reader, public teasing

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x reader

you still couldn’t believe you were here.

not on the sterile, too-bright exam table. not with your legs spread and your hands clenching the edge of crinkling paper sheets.

no, this time you were across from rafe cameron in a dimly lit steakhouse.

soft jazz playing overhead. a glass of wine sweating in your hand. his gaze heavy across the table, like he was still trying to memorize you in real time.

“you nervous, sweetheart?”

you blinked, eyes snapping up to his smirk. he leaned back, strong arms folded, perfectly tailored shirt stretching across his chest.

you didn’t answer right away. you were too busy trying to keep your thighs pressed together under the table.

“kinda,” you finally whispered.

rafe tilted his head, and his voice dropped low, intimate. “you weren’t nervous last week when you were whining on my fingers. what’s different now?”

heat exploded in your cheeks.

“rafe…”

he chuckled.

smug.

knowing.

he reached across the white-linen-covered table and brushed his thumb along your knuckles, gentle and sweet like he hadn’t once told you to 'open wider for me, baby, just like that.'

“i’m messing with you,” he said, eyes softening. “but you do look pretty when you blush.”

you squirmed, cheeks hot, thighs squeezing together again—because his thumb was still stroking your hand, slow, steady. comforting.

and all you could think about was how those same fingers had once been deep inside you while he told you you were 'so good for your doctor.'

the waitress brought your food, but you barely tasted it. not with the way rafe kept dragging his foot up your calf under the table. not with how he watched your lips every time you licked a little sauce off them.

halfway through the meal, his voice dropped again.

“you wet, baby?”

you almost choked on your drink.

“rafe—!”

“sweetheart,” he warned gently, with that fake-patient tone that always made your stomach flip.

“you know i hate being ignored.”

your mouth parted. your breath caught. you couldn’t answer. not really. and that silence must’ve been enough, because his gaze darkened.

“that’s what i thought.”

he pushed his plate away. leaned closer.

“be honest,” he murmured.

“you wore that little dress for me, didn’t you? the one that clings to your hips and shows me exactly where to put my hands?”

you nodded, shy.

“atta' girl.”

he didn’t make it to dessert.

neither did you.

he got you to the car and barely had the door shut before he was pulling you into his lap, your back to the wheel and your knees straddling his thighs.

“you know,” he murmured, slipping his hand up your thigh, “i’ve been thinking about this since the first time you walked into my office.”

you whined as he tugged your panties aside, fingers skimming right over your slit.

“rafe—someone could see…”

“let ‘em,” he muttered, pushing two fingers inside with practiced precision. “i’ve earned this. you’re mine now.”

your body arched at the stretch, his fingers curling just right, hitting that spot that made your legs shake.

“fuck—just like that—”

“you remember how you sounded on my table?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your jaw.

“so sweet. all needy. i knew you’d take me so good, sweetheart. knew your pretty pussy just needed a little training.”

you moaned, hips grinding down on his hand shamelessly. he was working you open so slowly, like he had all the time in the world—like you weren’t about to fall apart right here in his lap.

“m' gonna come,” you gasped, “please—please—”

“go on,” he coaxed. “come for me, baby. make a mess. i’ll clean it up.”

you did. hard. with a cry muffled into his neck and your whole body trembling in his hold.

he held you close after, lips brushing your temple, still stroking you with those big warm hands.

“you hungry again?” he murmured. “we can pick up dessert.”

you giggled against his shoulder. “not unless it’s you.”

rafe groaned. “jesus. don’t start, baby. i’ll take you right here.”

and honestly, you wouldn’t have minded.

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this is kinda long but anyways

so basically reader gets a bf and needs to get tested for something as she’s sexually actives but she knows rage will be mad so she books in with another gyno is the clinic but rage finds out and takes the appointment

warnings: (RUSHED), medical kink, possessive behavior, fingering, oral (f receiving), jealousy, unprofessional conduct

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x reader

you tried to be smart.

you booked an early appointment with a different gynecologist at rafe’s clinic, hoping to avoid drama.

but when the door opens… it’s him.

jaw clenched, eyes cold, voice low.

“so you let some guy fuck you and now you’re sneakin’ around behind my back?"

"you're MY patient.

you stammer, “dr.cameron—i didn’t think you’d—”

“strip, now.

you’re trembling as you lay back, legs in the stirrups. he’s already between your thighs, fingers spreading you open.

“fucking soaked,” he mutters. “he doesn't touch you like i do, huh?”

you gasp when two fingers slip in deep, hitting your spot. then his mouth—sucking your clit with purpose, not stopping even when you cum.

“i’m yours,” you cry. “dr. cameron, please—”

and with that, he stops.

“you’ll ask for me next time, matter of fact, you'll ask for me every time."

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Gyno!rafe eating reader out.. like he would lick her then ask how it feels then he would try another angle or whatsoever and ask her again- til she accidentally squirts on his mouth/ face ✊🏻🙂‍↕️

warnings: medical kink, oral sex (f receiving), manipulation, squirting, virginish!reader, power imbalance

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x reader

"it says here," rafe said, skimming your chart, "you’ve been with four partners."

you nodded quickly, trying to seem relaxed on the table. the paper stuck to your thighs. your fingers twisted the edge of your gown.

“mm.” he hummed. “interesting.”

you blinked. “what?”

his eyes flicked up. calm. unreadable. but the corner of his mouth twitched.

“you’re sure about that number, sweetheart?”

your face burned. “i—I mean, yeah. why?”

he set the chart down. pulled on a fresh pair of gloves. the snap made you flinch.

“just seems odd,” he said lightly. “you’re… very tight. no scar tissue. no signs of repeated penetration. very little swelling. and your reactions?”

he pressed two fingers in — slow and shallow — and you gasped.

he looked up at you from between your knees, all mock concern.

“see what i mean?” he cooed. “you’re already shaking.”

your hips tried to pull back but he caught them in place, grip firm.

“i think you lied to me.”

he smiled.

“but that’s okay.”

“w–what are you—”

“we’re going to do a little responsiveness test,” he said, voice suddenly low, coaxing.

“don’t worry. its just my mouth.”

before you could ask anything else, he was already there — tongue flicking softly, testing. his hands pushed your thighs wider. your stomach trembled.

he licked slowly, patiently, pausing only to ask—

“does that feel good?”

you nodded, dazed.

“better like this?”

he angled his mouth differently, sucking just a little harder.

“what about now?”

your breath hitched. your body arched. something was building fast—

“you’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured, lips wet and hot against you. “gonna give me the truth, baby? or do i need to keep going?”

you barely got the word out. “please—”

and then it snapped.

a rush of heat, wetness, pleasure so sharp it made your vision white. you squirted hard, body jerking, thighs trembling in his grip — and rafe just groaned into it, tongue still lapping like it was nothing.

when you finally stopped shaking, he leaned back, face glistening, smirk wide.

“that,” he said, voice dark with pride, “is the reaction of someone who’s never been touched right.”

[rafesbimbo]

Hey beautiful girl, Can you do one where rafe eats pussy but doesn't stop when she reaches her climax? Thanks pretty 😽

warnings: smut, pussy eating, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, fingering

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

you don’t know when it shifted, when sweet turned into filthy—when the gentle brush of rafe’s mouth over your thigh became something hungrier, more desperate, more ruthless.

maybe it was when you moaned his name for the third time. or maybe when your hips started grinding into his face like you didn’t care about anything else. either way, he’s got you now.

spread out on the bed, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair, eyes fluttering closed as he devours you.

“fuck, rafe,” you gasp, voice cracking under the weight of your release. “i—I’m coming—”

he knows. oh, he knows.

he feels the way your walls clench around nothing, how your thighs quake, how your belly jumps under his grip. but he doesn’t let up. doesn’t even slow down.

his tongue stays pressed to your clit, flicking and curling and circling with maddening, messy precision. one of his arms is looped under your thigh to keep you open, and the other—god, the other has two fingers stuffed inside you, curling deep, relentless.

you sob out something half-formed, writhing under him, but he just groans into your cunt, lips sticky with your slick.

“oh no,” he murmurs, voice muffled, filthy against your soaked pussy. “you don’t get to come and be done, sweetheart. not when you taste like this.”

he flicks his tongue faster, nose bumping your clit now, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips.

your hips jerk, overstimulated, nerves fried and still sparking. “r-rafe, I can’t—fuck, i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he mutters, pressing harder, fucking his fingers into you deeper. “you will. i’m not stopping ‘til this pretty pussy gives me everything.”

you cry out, thighs trying to snap shut, but he just groans, gripping tighter, spreading you wider, burying his mouth even deeper between your legs.

“look at you,” he pants, licking up your slit slowly, teasing. “squirming like a little slut, acting like you don’t love it.”

and he’s right—you do.

you’re soaked, dripping down your thighs, back arching with every flick of his tongue. and when he slips in a third finger and curls them just right—your body locks up.

your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

you scream for him, legs trembling violently as your hips roll helplessly against his mouth. and he moans into you, like he’s the one coming, like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you fall apart under him.

but still—he doesn’t stop.

“atta girl,” he breathes, mouth shiny, eyes dark. “give me another.”

your thighs are twitching now, the world white around the edges, and he’s already diving back in, hungry like he didn’t just make you come twice.

like he needs to ruin you a little more.

and you? god. you let him.

because it’s rafe.

and he always gets what he wants.