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[rafeyssugar]

CHERRY GLOSS AND CIGARETTES

bf!rafe cameron x bimbo reader

she walked like sin on satin heels. bubblegum gloss, glitter on her lids, and that tiny pink mini barely covering her ass. everything about her said trouble, but rafe? he was the kind of boy who begged for it.

she twirled her gum around her finger like it was a cigarette and rafe cameron swore she was made in a lab. a doll. a daydream. a walking heart attack in heels that clicked when she walked toward him, always toward him.

“hi baby,” she purred, soft and sweet like cotton candy melting on the tongue.

he was leaning against his truck, hands shoved in his pockets, but the second she got close, all that fake nonchalance went out the window. she was wearing his varsity jacket over her outfit. god, she looked like a fantasy — his fantasy.

“you wearin’ that just to kill me?” he asked, voice low, gravelly, eyes drinking her in like she was his favorite kind of poison.

“no,” she said, giggling. “but if i did, would you die happy?”

rafe smirked, stepped forward, cupped her cheeks in those big, rough hands and tilted her head back like she was something precious. “i’d die fuckin’ euphoric, princess.”

she gasped all dramatic, plush lips parted like she was in one of those old romance films. “you’re soooo obsessed with me.”

“can you blame me?” he murmured, eyes flicking down to her lips. “look at you. you’re like... the end of the world.”

she blinked up at him, lashes thick and fake and flirty. “i don’t even know what that means.”

he laughed. soft. stupid. completely enchanted. “means you’d be the last thing i’d wanna see before the apocalypse.”

she tilted her head, letting that process with her glossed-up, bubble-brain pout. then she grinned like sunshine. “aww, baby, that’s soooo sweet.”

rafe kissed her like a man possessed. slow and messy and full of hunger. her gum got caught between their tongues, but she didn’t care. she moaned into it, fingers tangled in his golden hair, hips bumping into his, all heat and perfume and pink-sugar chaos.

he pressed her up against the truck door, his jacket falling off her shoulders, but she didn’t fix it. just kept looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“you smell like strawberries,” he muttered, burying his nose in her neck. “you’re gonna ruin me.”

“duh,” she said, giggling. “that’s, like, the plan.”

he groaned, head thudding against her shoulder. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

she bit her lip. “i do. that’s why i wear the little skirts.”

he looked down at her legs — long, smooth, tan, perfect — and nearly whined. she hooked one over his thigh, pouting up at him.

“you gonna take me to the diner or just keep kissing me till i’m dizzy?”

“both,” he said, without a beat. “diner first. dizzy later. maybe both at once.”

the neon motel sign flickered outside like a dirty promise. room 7 smelled like smoke and lemon cleaner, but rafe couldn’t care less.

not with her sitting on the edge of the bed in her thigh-high socks and panties, reapplying her gloss like they weren’t about to ruin the room.

“you look like a dream,” he muttered, kicking off his boots.

“i am a dream,” she said, smacking her lips. “and you’re so lucky i picked you to have me.”

“i’d thank god if i thought he had anything to do with it,” he murmured, crawling between her legs. “but i know you’re way too good for heaven.”

she giggled, squealed when he grabbed her thighs and dragged her closer.

“careful! i just did my nails.”

“then you better hold onto the headboard, baby,” he growled, yanking her panties down with his teeth, “cause i’m about to make you forget your name.”

she gasped, tossed her head back, eyes all heavy-lidded and pretty while he buried his face between her thighs. one hand in his hair, the other clawing at the sheets, high-pitched moans falling from her lips like a pop song stuck on repeat.

“rafe— ohmygod, rafe—”

he hummed against her, grinning, totally feral. “say it again.”

“rafe,” she whined, “baby, baby, please.”

he pulled back just long enough to look up at her, lips shiny with her gloss and her. “you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. all messy for me.”

she blinked down at him, face flushed, hair a mess, and god, he wanted to take a picture. frame it. tattoo it on his chest.

“come here,” she whispered.

he climbed up over her, hand slipping under her bra, squeezing just to make her gasp. she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she owned him — which she did.

he slid in slow, thick and deep, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

“god,” he hissed, “you’re so— tight— fuck—”

“told you i was a dream,” she whispered, biting his lip. “don’t wake up, baby.”

he laughed. “never could.”

they moved together like it was choreography. like a vintage tape left on repeat — her moaning his name, rafe whispering mine, mine, mine in her ear, her pink nails scratching down his back, her lips parted just enough to look obscene.

when she came, it was loud and pretty and perfect. when he did, he swore he saw stars.

after, she laid on his chest, tracing hearts on his skin.

“you’re, like, so obsessed with me,” she mumbled, yawning.

“you don’t even know the half of it,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

and when she fell asleep, lips parted, cheeks pink, hair a mess, rafe just stared at her like she was everything. because to him? she was.

and he'd burn the world down just to keep her soft and spoiled and smiling like that.

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SWEET LIKE TROUBLE

bf!rafe cameron x bimbo reader

you were so annoying. like really. you were clingy and soft and always cold. you couldn’t open water bottles. you refused to learn how to put air in your tires. you cried when your lashes didn’t go on right. you had an entire separate bag just for your lip glosses and perfumes. and you made rafe stop walking every time you saw a flower on the ground that was “too cute to leave behind.”

you were the kind of girl that other girls got exhausted by. but rafe? rafe was in love.

like stupidly. sickly. head-over-heels obsessed.

not that he’d say all that. he’d just tell you to stop wearing skirts that short in public. and maybe he’d keep your strawberry perfume in his glove box. and maybe he’d never tell you no. ever. no matter how bratty you were being. he’d just groan and say “fuckin’ hell, babe…” like you were a burden. but he was already pulling out his wallet, already giving you his hoodie, already texting back where are you the second you left his sight.

“rafe,” you said, curling your legs into his lap as you laid back on the couch, your voice high and sweet and already getting him in a mood.

he didn’t look up from his phone. “hm?”

“what’s my middle name?”

his eyes flicked to you. “what?”

you pouted. “you forgot?”

he narrowed his eyes. “…no?”

you squinted. “then what is it.”

he paused. “…baby.”

you blinked. “wrong.”

“it is when you’re mine,” he smirked.

you groaned, throwing a throw pillow at him. “you’re so annoying!”

rafe caught it mid-air, laughing under his breath. “no, you’re annoying. you make me take selfies and look at your nail inspo board like i know the difference between baby pink and ballerina pink.”

you gasped. “they’re completely different!”

“sure, babe.”

you sat up on your knees, arms crossed, fake-pouting now. “you don’t take anything seriously.”

rafe put his phone down. his smile softened. “i take you seriously.”

you froze. then blinked at him.

“you do?”

“duh.” he reached over, tugging you into his lap like it was second nature. “you think i’d let just anyone cry in my car over lash glue and still kiss her forehead after?”

you giggled. “okay but that was literally a crisis.”

“you called me at 2am.”

“my lashes were lifting!”

he rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. not when you were straddling him, arms around his neck, smelling like something fruity and way too expensive. not when you kissed the corner of his jaw and whispered “love you, baby” like it was the easiest thing in the world.

he didn’t say it back. not with words.

just held you a little tighter. tilted your face toward his with both hands and kissed you slow. long. soft. like you were made of glass and pink clouds and sugar.

you hummed against his lips. then pulled back with a grin. “you’re blushing.”

“shut up.”

“you are,” you giggled, cupping his cheeks. “you get all red when i say your name. rafe.”

“stop.”

“rafe rafe rafe—”

he kissed you again just to shut you up.

and maybe because he missed the taste of your lip gloss already.

later, you were laying in his bed wearing one of his old t-shirts that hung off your body like a dress. your legs were cold, so rafe threw a blanket over you. you made him paint your nails (badly). he made you watch heat for the fourth time. you fell asleep on his chest halfway through. he pretended to hate it. but he didn’t move a muscle for hours.

you whispered something half-asleep into his shirt.

“what’d you say?” rafe murmured.

you blinked slowly, nose nuzzled into him. “said you’re my favorite.”

his heart thumped. he swallowed. “oh.”

“i’d pick you. every time.”

he blinked up at the ceiling.

“…even over strawberry acai?”

you paused. “mmm… close call.”

he laughed. “fuck you.”

you smiled against him. “love you too.”

he didn’t say it back. again.

but his hand stayed in your hair. his lips pressed against your forehead. and when you fell asleep for real, he whispered it into your skin like a prayer.

love you. love you. love you.

you never even noticed he said it. but he didn’t care.

he’d say it a thousand times if he had to.

[rafeyssugar]

INTRODUCING BIMBO READER

𐂂 . bimbo moves through life like she was made to be admired. not touched—not unless she lets you. she doesn’t walk—she struts, hips swaying like her body’s permanently synced to a song only she can hear. her nails click when she points, her lips shine when she pouts, and her eyes flutter when she wants something—which is always.

she doesn’t cling to rafe like baby. she doesn't toddle, doesn’t whine. she poses. angles herself toward him like a camera’s always watching. lips parted, head tilted, voice syrupy sweet. “daddy,” she hums, running a finger down the middle of his chest. “don’t you wanna spoil me?” it’s not a tease. it’s a prophecy.

𐂂. she looks exactly like what people whisper about behind tinted windows. platinum hair, shiny lip gloss, a closet full of pink and tiny things that barely count as clothes. her tops never reach her belly button. her heels are always a little too tall. and she never, ever brings a bag—why would she, when rafe’s hands are so much bigger?

he carries her phone, her powder compact, the perfume she sprays on his neck “just to mark him.” she asks dumb questions on purpose and calls him sooo smart when he answers. she knows he likes when she plays dumb—especially when she bats her lashes and gasps, “wait… is that illegal?” like it’s hot.

𐂂 . bimbo doesn’t cry a lot. she cries cute. glittery tears and perfect sniffles, her mascara somehow still flawless. she doesn’t sob. she gets quiet. lips trembling, voice high and helpless, blinking up at him like the world just hurt his favorite toy.

“daddy,” she whispers, pout deep enough to drown in, “you raised your voice. that’s actually, like, emotional damage.” he stares. she blinks. “are you gonna kiss it better orrr…?”

and rafe just groans, thumb already wiping her fake tear away. “you’re so dramatic.” “mhmm,” she hums, leaning into his touch. “and pretty. don’t forget pretty.”

because if there’s one thing about bimbo, it’s that she always gets what she wants. and if there’s one thing about rafe, it’s that he gives it to her. every time. no matter what it costs

💌 hiiii did u miss me ? it’s been like 2 months since i wrote anything (oopsie) but i’m back now n i have so many messy lil thoughts to turn into fics 💖 thank u for being patient w me ily forever. new rafe stuff coming so soooon 🧸💋

[rafeyssugar]

hey hey, just wanted to drop in and say hi since i kind of disappeared without saying anything. last post was april 6, and i didn't really plan on going quiet, it just sort of happened. life’s been busy lately—college exams are coming up, and i’ve been trying to focus more on that, even though my brain isn’t always cooperating lol.

i wanted to apologize for going MIA out of nowhere. i know a few of you were interacting regularly and i genuinely appreciated that. it wasn’t anything personal or dramatic, just needed a break. sometimes it gets overwhelming being online all the time, even if it’s something you enjoy.

i don’t know when i’ll be fully back or posting consistently again, but i didn’t want to vanish completely without saying anything. i really do enjoy being on here and connecting with you all, but i think a little distance is helping me reset.

hope you’re all doing well and taking care of yourselves. i’ll still be around, just quieter than usual for now. thanks for sticking around ♡

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NSFW CONTENT!! MINORS DNI!!

helping daddy!rafe relax after a bad day

rafe training ur throat

fucking + fing*ring combo

eating your ssa

eating you out for being a good girl

rafe loves seeing you squirm

fucking your sweet little tight hole

using you like his lil toy

making you drink his milk

morning fing*ing

aftermath of disobeying him

cant get enough of your tits

sub rafe

EATING.

fucking his cum back into you

a/n: should i keep going with this new theme?? kinda wanna reset my whole account ngl, lmk what’s worth keeping and what should go in the drafts 🫶 also lemme know if y’all want more of this!!

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choke me and tell me im pretty

daddy!rafe x baby!reader

the room was quiet, the only sound the slow hum of the ceiling fan and the faint crash of waves in the distance. you were in his lap, curled up against his chest, your small hands resting on his shoulders. rafe had been watching you for the past few minutes, his blue eyes dark, filled with something unreadable.

you could feel it—the shift in the air, the way his grip on your waist tightened just a little.

"you’re so pretty," he murmured, thumb tracing slow circles against your skin.

your breath hitched, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. "rafe—"

his hand moved before you could say anything else, sliding up, fingers curling around your throat. not too tight. just enough to make you aware of it.

your pulse pounded beneath his palm, and rafe’s smirk was lazy, teasing. "look at you," he murmured, thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat. "so fuckin’ pretty."

your lips parted, but no words came out. you didn’t know if it was because of the way his grip tightened, stealing the air from your lungs, or because of the way he was looking at you—like you were something fragile, something his.

"this all it takes, baby?" he mused, tilting his head, studying you. "just my hand around your throat, and you’re already goin’ dumb on me?"

you whimpered, small and breathy, hands scrambling to hold onto his wrist—not to stop him, just to anchor yourself.

his smirk deepened. "so fuckin’ precious."

his other hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch almost gentle—such a contrast to the way he was holding you.

"y’know that, right?" he murmured, voice low, melting into the space between you.

you nodded, barely able to move with the way he was holding you.

"nah, baby," he smirked, fingers flexing around your throat. "wanna hear you."

"i—" your voice was barely a whisper, breathless, shaky. "i know."

"mm," rafe hummed, thumb brushing along your jaw. "that’s my pretty girl."

he loosened his grip just enough to let you take a shaky breath, but before you could even steady yourself, his lips were on yours.

slow at first. teasing.

his mouth moved against yours like he had time, like he wanted to savor you. his free hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp against his lips.

rafe groaned, deep in his chest, using the sound to slip his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the little whimper that escaped you.

his hand around your throat tightened again, just slightly, just enough to make your head spin. your hands curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

the kiss turned hungrier, messier, all heat and desperation. rafe was everywhere—his hands, his mouth, the way his body pressed against yours, pinning you against the mattress.

you barely even noticed the way he moved, flipping you onto your back, settling between your legs like he belonged there.

"that’s my pretty girl," he murmured against your lips, voice rough, teasing. his grip on your throat flexed again, making your breath stutter.

"rafe," you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging, needing.

he smirked, dragging his lips down to your jaw, your throat, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

"so needy," he muttered, teeth grazing against your pulse point, making you shiver. "wonder how much prettier you’d look beggin’ for me."

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c'mere, baby

daddy!rafe x baby!reader

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it starts with rafe standing by the car, keys in hand, jaw tight. his patience is already wearing thin, and you can tell by the way his fingers flex around the key fob, by the sharp breath he exhales.

"get in the car, baby," he says, voice firm but not yet sharp.

you stand your ground, arms crossed over your chest, lips pressed into a pout. "i don't wanna go."

"not asking, sweetheart." his tone is a little harsher now, clipped. "get in."

you shake your head. you don’t care about the plans he made, about the fact that he’s clearly not in the mood for your brattiness. you don’t want to go, so you won’t.

rafe exhales, long and slow, like he’s trying to hold back his irritation. but then, his patience snaps.

"get in the fucking car!"

his voice is sharp, cutting through the warm summer air.

your stomach drops. your heart stutters. it’s rare that he speaks to you like that, rare that he’s actually mad.

you don’t move. don’t speak. just stand there, staring at him, eyes growing glossy.

then, the silence stretches. ten seconds. maybe more.

and rafe notices.

notices the way your lips quiver just a little, the way your hands clutch the hem of your oversized sweater. notices the way your eyes shine, threatening to spill over.

his expression crumbles instantly.

"oh, baby," his voice drops, all the frustration melting away, replaced with nothing but regret.

he takes a slow step toward you, but you don’t move. don’t even blink.

his throat bobs.

"c'mere," his voice cracks, softer this time. "c'mere, baby. m’ so sorry."

still, you don’t move.

he steps closer, hands reaching for you, desperate now. "c'mere, sweetheart," he pleads, voice thick. "fuck, i didn't mean that. didn't mean to yell at you."

his arms wrap around you before you can process it, pulling you tight against his chest, lips pressing to the top of your head, then down to your temple, then lower, warm kisses trailing along your cheek.

"m’ sorry, angel," he whispers against your skin, his arms holding you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. "so, so sorry."

his hand moves to cradle the back of your head, pressing you closer, his breath fanning over your ear.

"didn’t mean to scare you, baby," he murmurs. "hate seeing you like this."

you sniffle, and he sways you slightly, trying to soothe you, to make up for the sharpness in his voice earlier.

"didn't like that," you mumble against his chest.

"i know, baby," he whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your cheek. "promise i won’t do it again, okay? swear it."

you nod, still quiet, still curled into him.

his lips find your temple again, lingering there before he tilts your chin up.

"let me make it up to you, yeah?" his voice is coaxing, warm, dripping with guilt. "we’ll stop and get you something sweet before we go."

you pout slightly, still reluctant.

"whatever you want, angel," he promises. "ice cream, candy, you name it. just wanna see my pretty girl smile again."

you mumble something, barely audible, but he catches it.

"what was that, baby?" he asks, tilting his head.

"want ice cream."

his lips twitch, finally, a small, relieved smile forming. "yeah? okay, baby. ice cream first, then we go."

and maybe, just maybe, you’ll let him take you where he wants.

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“ah, fuck—” rafe hissed, his eyes flickering down to where your pretty manicured fingers stroked his cock. you were currently perched on your side, your free hand cradling his head to your chest as you ran your fingertips along the side of his neck. “you like that?” you whispered, your eyebrows knitting together as rafe pulled down the lacey trim of your nightdress. taking a handful of your ass, you gasped softly when you felt him slip one of your tits into his mouth, his tongue circling around your sensitive bud. “yes, it feels so fucking good, beautiful.” rafe gripped your flesh, the slight shockwave of pain shooting straight to your cunt. smiling softly, you pressed a kiss to his head before picking up your pace, the man in front of groaning at the sensation. you whispered praises in his ear, telling him how much you loved watching him come apart like this. rafe continued suckling on you until his hips started moving on their own accord, his high sitting hot and heavy in his core. unable to refrain from moaning, rafe let go of your tit with a pop! his jaw falling slack as he started thrusting into your hand. “can you cum for me, please?” your voice sounded sugary sweet in his ears, your words of encouragement only making him groan as he held on to the soft skin of your hip. “o-oh, god, yes— yes, i can do that for you, baby..” you shushed him, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his face before he cursed, his cum spurting onto his stomach in thick, white ropes. rafe shook as each wave of pure unadulterated pleasure washed over him, his bottom lip pulled tightly between his teeth. you gradually slowed down your movements, allowing him to come down from his climax with ease. “holy shit,” he panted, “you’re perfect.”

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daddy’s paradise

daddy!rafe x baby!reader

the sun hung high in the sky, painting the ocean in endless shades of blue. waves lapped gently at the shore, palm trees swayed in the breeze, and the heat settled thick and heavy over everything.

perfection.

except—

y/n was pouting.

rafe had given her everything. first-class flight. five-star resort. a private island with no one else around, just her and him. she had a suitcase full of bikinis that barely counted as clothing, a villa bigger than most mansions, and an infinity pool that overlooked the ocean.

and yet—

she still wanted more.

"what now, princess?" rafe sighed, lounging back on the chair. his swim trunks hung low on his hips, muscles golden from the sun, a glass of whiskey in his hand. unbothered. or at least, he was trying to be.

y/n stood at the edge of the pool, her arms crossed, lips pushed into a perfect little pout. she knew exactly what she was doing.

because that bikini?

it was pink, tiny, and practically invisible.

two pathetic little triangles covered her chest, tied together with thin strings that looked like they could snap at any second. the matching bottoms were even worse. just strings and a scrap of fabric that did absolutely nothing.

rafe had been staring for the past twenty minutes, trying not to lose his mind.

"you’re ignoring me," she whined, tilting her head. her voice was honey-sweet, all soft and needy.

rafe exhaled sharply. fuck.

"am i?"

"yes." she pouted harder. "i’ve been so good, daddy. don’t i deserve attention?"

his jaw flexed. "princess, we are literally on a private island because you batted your lashes at me and said, ‘but daddy, i wanna go somewhere pretty.’ and now you’re telling me that’s not enough?"

y/n blinked up at him. "no," she said sweetly.

rafe dragged a hand down his face, trying so hard not to look at the way her chest pushed against those tiny pink strings.

"of course not."

she kicked her feet in the water, making little splashes. "daddyyy."

"princess."

"don’t you love me anymore?" she whispered, eyes big and glassy.

rafe groaned, gripping his glass tighter.

she was gonna kill him.

"y/n—"

"because," she interrupted, voice soft, "you don’t even wanna swim with me…"

he clenched his jaw. she was playing with him. she knew exactly what she was doing, standing there in that barely-there bikini, pouting up at him like he hadn’t been staring at her chest this whole time.

"you could just ask nicely," he muttered.

"i did," she gasped. "so nicely. and you ignored me, daddy. you made me sad."

jesus christ.

she was a menace.

water droplets clung to her skin, her cheeks warm from the sun, and rafe was barely holding it together.

y/n was spoiled, impossible, completely irresistible.

and she knew it.

rafe exhaled sharply, setting his drink down. "fine."

she beamed as he stood, towering over her before stepping into the pool.

and the second he was in?

she was on him.

arms wrapping around his neck. legs locking around his waist. her tiny bikini-clad body pressing against him, all warm and soft and fucking perfect.

"hi, daddy," she whispered, grinning.

rafe ran a hand down his face. "jesus christ."

she giggled, nuzzling into his neck. "love you."

"you better," he muttered, gripping her hips. "you just dragged me in here like i’m your personal floatie."

she pulled back, giving him her sweetest doe-eyed look. "but you are."

rafe groaned, gripping her tighter. "ruined. i am ruined."

y/n just smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "mm. yeah, you are."

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busy mouth

dilf!rafe x baby reader

your legs dangle off the edge of the kitchen counter, bare feet swinging as you watch rafe move around the kitchen, his broad back flexing under his fitted shirt. he’s fixing you a snack, muttering about how you “never eat enough” while you sit there, completely content just watching him.

“you’re starin’, baby.” his voice is smooth, laced with amusement as he glances at you over his shoulder.

you huff, crossing your arms. “’m not.”

he smirks, setting a plate in front of you before stepping between your legs, his big hands bracketing your thighs. “no? so you just lookin’ at me like you wanna eat me instead of this?” he tilts his head at the food, his tone teasing.

your cheeks burn, and you shake your head quickly. “nooo.”

he hums, clearly unconvinced. his thumb comes up to your lips, pressing lightly against the soft pout you didn’t realize you were making. your lips part, and without thinking, you let him slip his finger inside, your tongue instinctively curling around it.

his smirk deepens, eyes darkening just a little as he watches you, his free hand coming up to smooth over your hair. “mm, that’s cute, princess. you just needed somethin’ to suck on, huh?”

you let out a little whine, cheeks heating further, but he only chuckles, pulling his finger from your mouth and tapping your chin.

“eat, baby,” he says, voice softer now as he pats your head. “then i’ll give you somethin’ else to keep that pretty mouth busy.”

you swallow hard, pressing your thighs together, and reach for the plate—because you know rafe always keeps his promises.

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eye contact

daddy!rafe x baby reader

rafe notices it the second you do it.

the way your eyes drop, darting to the floor, to the couch, to your fingers playing with your sleeves—anywhere but him. he hates that. not because you don’t want to look at him, but because he knows you do.

“baby.”

his voice is firm, but it’s not mean. not yet. he’s patient, so, so patient with you. but this? this tests him more than anything else.

you shift, fingers curling tighter around the hem of your sweater. “mhm?”

“look at me.”

your breath hitches. you shake your head, cheeks burning. “can’t…”

rafe exhales slowly, tilting his head. “why not?”

you shrug, the movement small, hesitant. “‘s too much…”

his jaw clenches, but he softens when he sees the way your lashes flutter, your chest rising and falling just a little faster.

he takes his time with you, always. so he reaches out, fingertips brushing against your chin, tilting it up. he barely applies pressure, but you follow the touch easily, letting him guide you.

and for a second—just a second—your wide, glassy eyes meet his.

then, just as quick, they drop again.

rafe sighs. “baby.”

your breath stutters. “s-sorry…”

he shakes his head. “no, y/n, you know i don’t like that.”

you make a small, helpless noise, fingers twisting in your sleeves. “tried…”

“i know,” he murmurs, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “i know, pretty girl. but i wanna see those eyes.”

you blink up at him, lower lip jutting out slightly. “but…”

“but what, baby?”

your voice is barely a whisper. “makes me all shy…”

rafe hums, leaning in. “yeah? my sweet,pretty girl gets all shy when i look at her?”

you nod, so small, so vulnerable, it makes something deep in his chest ache.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering. “we’ll work on that, baby.” a pause. then, softer, but with that same edge of authority— “but right now? eyes on me,yeah?.”

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TWITTER P*LINKS : RAFE CAMERON

NSFW CONTENT!! MINORS DNI!!

baby reader :

fingering aggressively

teasing your cunt

forcing you to ride him

morning s*x

anal

fucking you with a plushie in ur hands

overstimulation

making love to you

[rafeyssugar]

omg. please don’t ever stop writing about baby reader and daddy rafe. they are perfect.

thank you so much! i'm glad you love them, i'll definitely keep writing about them!

[rafeyssugar]

messy little baby

daddy!rafe x baby!reader

the first time rafe stopped at a gas station, it was barely twenty minutes into the drive. he hadn’t even settled into the rhythm of the road before a small, hesitant voice from the passenger seat piped up, “daddy… i need to pee.”

he sighed but pulled off the highway anyway, watching as she shuffled out of the car with sleepy little steps, rubbing her eyes like she hadn’t just woken up an hour ago. he waited, arms crossed, leaning against the car until she came back, buckling herself in with a content sigh.

the second stop came not even an hour later. she was squirming again, tugging at his sleeve with those wide, pleading eyes. rafe groaned, but he still pulled into another station, watching as she rushed inside. when she came back, she flashed him a small, nervous smile.

“promise i won’t ask again…” she mumbled, playing with the hem of her sweater.

the third stop had him gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. it was getting ridiculous.

“bunny,” his voice was firm, eyes flicking down to where she was curled up in the seat, hands fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. “this is the last stop, got it?”

she nodded quickly, disappearing into the store. rafe ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. when she climbed back in, he gave her a look, one that said no more stops. she just nodded, pressing her lips together.

but now, barely forty minutes later, she was shifting again. pressing her thighs together, bouncing her knee, stealing anxious glances at him. she hesitated before whispering, “daddy… i have to pee.”

his grip tightened on the wheel. “no.”

“but—”

“no, bunny. i already stopped three times. you can hold it.”

her face crumpled, her lower lip trembling. “but daddy…” she whined, wiggling in her seat.

he shot her a look. “i said no.”

she tried. she really did. she twisted her fingers in her sleeves, squeezed her thighs together, squirmed in the seat, but soon, a soft, helpless whimper escaped her lips. rafe’s jaw clenched.

and then—

a sharp inhale. a tiny gasp. her eyes went wide, hands flying to her lap as warmth spread beneath her.

rafe cursed under his breath, immediately pulling off onto a dirt road leading into the trees. he parked, turning to her with a hard look, but her eyes were already glassy, tears welling up as she sniffled.

“s-sorry…” she mumbled, voice thick and wobbly.

rafe sighed, running a hand down his face before getting out. he walked around, opening her door, unbuckling her and lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered, carrying her deeper into the forest. he set her down on a patch of soft grass, kneeling in front of her. her cheeks burned as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her wet pants, sliding them down along with her underwear. she whimpered, hands flying to cover herself, but rafe simply tsked.

“don’t be shy now, baby,” he murmured, grabbing a water bottle from his back pocket. he uncapped it, tilting her chin up. “you made a mess, yeah? gotta get you cleaned up.”

she nodded meekly, letting him pour the cool water between her thighs, his free hand gently wiping her down, making sure she was clean.

“such a messy little baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her knee. “daddy’s gonna have to teach you better, huh?”

her breath hitched, eyes going wide as he smirked up at her.

rafe sighed, shaking his head as he crouched in front of her, his hands steady as he wiped away any lingering wetness from her thighs. she was sniffling softly, eyes glassy and full of embarrassment, but she stayed still, letting him take care of her.

“such a messy little baby,” he muttered, balling up the damp wipes and tossing them aside. “thought you were a big girl. guess not, huh?”

her cheeks burned, fingers twisting into the hem of her hoodie as she whispered, “i—I tried…”

rafe huffed, shaking his head. “not hard enough, clearly.” he tapped her knee, watching as she flinched. “bet you didn’t even really have to go that bad, huh? just wanted attention.”

her eyes widened, shaking her head furiously. “n-no! i really had to!”

“mhmm.” he didn’t look convinced, brushing his knuckles over her cheek before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “you’re just lucky you’re cute, baby. otherwise, daddy might’ve been mad.”

her lip wobbled, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. rafe sighed, already knowing she was about to get even clingier. he stood, reaching into the backseat for the spare clothes he always carried for her—because really, at this point, he knew better.

“arms up,” he murmured, and she obeyed instantly, letting him tug off her damp hoodie and replace it with a fresh, oversized one. he guided her feet into clean sweatpants, pulling them up snug over her waist before giving the fabric a little pat.

“there. all clean.” he smirked as he brushed his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “feel better now, baby?”

she nodded quickly, but her fingers were already curling into the hem of his hoodie, tugging lightly. “can we go now?”

rafe hummed, brushing a thumb over her cheek before standing to his full height. “yeah, yeah. let’s go.”

he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, carrying her back to the car and settling her into the passenger seat. she curled up instantly, pulling her sleeves over her hands, still looking a little shy.

the road stretched ahead as rafe pulled back onto the highway, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her knee, squeezing gently every now and then. the car was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between them.

until—

“…daddy?”

rafe groaned. “baby, no.”

“but i just—”

“no. absolutely not.”

she pouted, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “…but i’m hungry.”

rafe ran a hand down his face, already flicking on the turn signal as he spotted a gas station up ahead.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

she just giggled, nudging his arm with her nose before curling up again, already knowing she’d won.

[rafeyssugar]

INTRODUCING BABY READER ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.🧸ྀི

🍼 . baby moves through life like she was made to be taken care of. she doesn’t walk—she toddles, trailing after rafe like a lost little thing, her hands always reaching, grabbing, needing. she doesn’t blink up at him in confusion like bunny—no, baby knows what she wants, and what she wants is him. all the time. every second.

when she’s not holding onto him, she’s pouting about it, tugging at his sleeve, wrapping herself around his arm, nuzzling into his chest with a soft little whine. “daddy,” she murmurs, voice small and sleepy, “hold me.” it’s not a question. it’s not even really a request. it’s a fact—she belongs in his arms, and she doesn’t like when she’s anywhere else.

🍼 . she looks exactly as soft as she is. oversized sweaters that swallow her frame, delicate pastel colors that make her seem even more fragile, like something that needs to be protected. her sleeves are always too long, her hands barely peeking out, but that’s okay—she’s never carrying anything herself, anyway. rafe does that for her.

he dresses her, feeds her, holds her drink up to her lips because she pouts when she has to do it herself. she’s spoiled, completely and utterly, but not in a bratty way. she doesn’t demand—she just expects, with wide, innocent eyes that make it impossible for him to ever say no.

🍼 . baby doesn’t cry a lot. she just whines. soft and needy, never loud, never demanding, but always heartbreaking enough that rafe has to drop whatever he’s doing to soothe her. “daddy,” she mumbles against his chest, voice trembling with something that isn’t quite sadness but isn’t not sadness either. “missed you.”

he huffs, amused but not surprised, rubbing slow circles into her back. “baby, i was in the other room.”

she sniffles, burying herself deeper into his warmth. “too far.”

and rafe just sighs, pressing a kiss to her temple. “needy little thing,” he mutters, but he doesn’t pull away. he never does.

because if there’s one thing about baby, it’s that she hates being apart from him. and if there’s one thing about rafe, it’s that he lets her.

[rafeyssugar]

i think someone already wrote and made bunny reader

hi love, my version of the bunny reader is my own creation. while there may be similar concepts out there, this character and the way i’ve developed her is unique to me. everyone brings their own spin to things, and this is how i’ve chosen to portray her.

[rafeyssugar]

ooo your blog is so teaaa

thank u boo 😭😭🩷🩷