#SpoiledAndLoved

[rafeyssugar]

you want daddy to give you a taste, baby?

daddy!rafe baby'ing y/n (aka my fav)

y/n is curled up in rafe’s lap, her back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around her like she belongs there. (she does.)

they’re out on the balcony of his house, the night air warm against her skin. rafe’s got a cigarette between his fingers, lazily bringing it to his lips, exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the air.

y/n watches, wide-eyed, lips parted slightly as she traces lazy patterns on his arm.

“you wanna try, angel?” his voice is low, teasing, like he already knows the answer.

she nods, tilting her head back to look up at him. “mhm.”

rafe hums, tapping his fingers against her thigh. “don’t think so, baby.”

she pouts. “why not?”

he exhales, smirking. “’cause you don’t need to, sweetheart. you’re too soft for this.”

y/n frowns, playing with the hem of his shirt. “but you do it.”

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “yeah, well. i’m not you, princess.”

she shifts in his lap, turning to straddle him, her hands resting on his shoulders. she gives him her best pout, lashes fluttering.

“please, daddy?” she murmurs, tilting her head, voice soft, sweet, dangerous.

rafe’s grip on her tightens. his jaw flexes.

“baby,” he warns, but she just smiles, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then another, trailing them down his neck.

“just one time,” she whispers.

rafe exhales, shaking his head. “gonna be the death of me, angel.”

but he gives in—because he always does when it comes to her.

he takes another slow drag before holding the cigarette up to her lips.

“breathe in slow, baby,” he murmurs, his free hand resting on her waist. “just a little.”

she nods, lips wrapping around the cigarette, inhaling carefully.

but it’s still too much. she pulls back with a cough, eyes watering, fisting his shirt as she buries her face in his chest.

rafe chuckles, rubbing slow circles into her back. “too much for my baby, huh?”

she whines, nuzzling closer. “don’t like it.”

he smirks, tossing the cigarette aside before cupping her face, wiping away the tear that slipped down her cheek.

“told you, angel,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “not for you.”

she sighs, looking up at him with bleary eyes. “but you taste good when you do it.”

rafe raises a brow. “yeah?”

y/n nods, playing with the chain around his neck. “mhm.”

he grins, tilting her chin up. “you want daddy to give you a taste, baby?”

she nods again, breath hitching slightly.

so he leans in, slow, deliberate, brushing his lips against hers before finally kissing her—deep, lazy, like he’s got all the time in the world.

when he pulls back, she’s dazed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

rafe smirks, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. “see, baby? don’t need a cigarette. you can just get high off me.”

she exhales, sinking into him, letting him wrap her up in his arms.

“mmm,” she hums, already dozing off against his chest.

rafe just smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“that’s my good girl.”

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[rafeyssugar]

love bites

daddy!rafe x desperate reader

the room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon that spills through the window, casting shadows across the bed. rafe’s got y/n in his arms, her body nestled against his, as they lie tangled in the sheets.

he can’t help himself—he’s always got his hands on her, tracing the curve of her neck, his fingers brushing over her soft skin as she sighs in contentment, nuzzling closer to him.

“daddy,” she whispers, voice small and needy as she shifts in his lap, her fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“yeah, angel?” he hums, kissing her forehead, hands gently trailing down her back.

“want you to make me feel good,” she says, her voice low, almost a pout, and the way she looks up at him with those wide eyes of hers—so sweet, so innocent—sends a rush of warmth straight to his chest.

“yeah?” he asks, voice low and teasing, though there's a hint of something darker behind his words.

y/n nods, shifting again, her lips brushing over his collarbone, hands lightly gripping his shirt. “yeah, daddy. need you to spoil me.”

rafe smirks, fingers gently threading into her hair as he pulls her closer. “spoiling my baby girl, huh? you’re already spoiled, angel.”

y/n lets out a little whine, turning her head to expose the delicate skin of her neck. “just wanna feel you, daddy.”

he doesn’t hesitate. his lips move down her neck, pressing soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin before his teeth graze lightly, just enough to make her shiver.

“so soft for me, baby,” he mutters, nibbling on her neck, feeling her pulse race under his lips.

y/n lets out a quiet moan, fingers digging into his shoulders, and it only encourages him further. he sucks on her neck, marking her—leaving love bites that will stay for days, signs of ownership, proof that she’s his.

“daddy,” she gasps, her back arching as his lips trail lower, his hands moving to her waist, fingers splayed over her skin.

“that’s it, angel,” rafe murmurs, kissing the spots he’s marked, his thumb gently brushing over the little red hickeys he’s left behind. “just for me. nobody else gets to have you like this.”

she’s too far gone now, her breathing shallow, her fingers running through his hair, tugging him closer as if she needs him to be even more attached to her than he already is.

“can’t get enough of you, baby girl,” rafe groans, trailing his fingers up and down her back, pressing soft kisses to her neck. his other hand moves to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slightly, just enough to feel her skin against his.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks softly, pulling her in tighter.

“mhm,” she breathes out, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into him. “feels perfect.”

his hands wander, exploring the soft curves of her body as he marks her neck again, sucking a little harder this time, leaving a darker bruise, a reminder of who she belongs to.

“my spoiled little baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice full of affection and desire. he gently pushes her back onto the bed, hovering over her, making sure she feels completely safe in his arms.

“you’re mine,” he says softly, his hands sliding up her sides, his lips brushing over her forehead. “forever, baby.”

she looks up at him, eyes soft but full of that wildness he’s come to adore, and her voice is barely above a whisper. “forever, daddy.”

rafe smiles, kissing her forehead. “good girl.”

his fingers run through her hair, as he pulls her back into his arms. “now, let’s just relax. no worries, no stress. just you and me, baby.”

y/n curls up against him, feeling the heat of his body against hers. she sighs contentedly, letting herself melt into his touch, knowing she’s safe in his arms—his spoiled, sweet little girl

[rafeyssugar]

100 followers special – thank you!

i can’t believe we hit 100 followers.

when i first started writing, it was just something i did for fun, something that lived in my head. i never thought people would actually love my stories, let alone keep coming back for them. but here you are—reading, engaging, and making this experience even more special for me.

so, from the bottom of my heart—thank you. 💕

to celebrate, here’s a y/n x daddy rafe story—because i know y’all live for the tension, the possessiveness, and the way rafe cameron just owns what’s his.

enjoy.

yours to obey (y/n x daddy!rafe)

the house was packed.

bodies moved through the dimly lit space, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of expensive liquor. music throbbed through the speakers, shaking the floors beneath you, but none of it mattered.

not when you could feel rafe’s gaze burning into you from across the room.

you had felt it the second you laughed at topper’s joke, the second your fingers brushed his arm—a meaningless gesture, harmless. but rafe didn’t do harmless.

he did control.

and right now, you were testing him.

your outfit was nothing short of provocative. a tight lace corset top hugged your body perfectly, the black fabric molded to your chest, accentuating your curves. your mini skirt was a deep crimson, the hem barely brushing the tops of your thighs. but it wasn’t just the outfit—it was the effect it had on everyone in the room.

the tight corset, the exposed skin, the way you moved—it was all a little too much for rafe. but it wasn’t for him, not tonight.

you adjusted his suit jacket draped over your shoulders, the black fabric hanging loosely over your arms, swallowing you up in its elegance. it was his. of course it was. and somehow, it made you feel like you belonged to him even more.

from the corner of your eye, you saw him tilt his head slightly, the movement subtle but commanding. a silent warning. a promise that this wouldn’t end well for you.

your breath hitched.

you knew better. you knew exactly how far you could push before he snapped.

but tonight, maybe you wanted to push.

maybe you wanted to see how much he could take before he reminded you exactly who you belonged to.

you took another sip of your drink, acting unbothered, pretending not to notice the way his grip on the glass in his hand tightened, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

then, he moved.

slow. calculated. purposeful.

the crowd seemed to part for him as he made his way toward you, like they could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface.

and then he was there.

towering over you.

radiating heat and dominance and something so undeniably rafe that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“having fun, baby?” his voice was calm. too calm.

your fingers curled around your cup, heart hammering. “yeah.”

he hummed, eyes flickering to topper for half a second before locking back onto yours.

"that so?"

you nodded, suddenly feeling like prey under his gaze.

he reached out, his fingers ghosting over your waist, barely touching you—but you felt it everywhere.

“you wanna tell me why you’re acting like a fucking brat tonight?” his voice was still soft, but there was an edge to it now, a warning woven into every syllable.

“i’m not—”

his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“you are.” his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “and you know what happens when you act up, don’t you?”

your stomach flipped.

your mouth opened, but before you could respond, rafe leaned in—his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered:

“go upstairs. now.”

your pulse spiked.

he didn’t have to say it twice.

you set your drink down, slipping away from the crowd, your legs feeling shaky as you climbed the stairs.

the second you stepped into his bedroom, the door clicked shut behind you.

then, silence.

thick. heavy. suffocating.

and then—

“you think i’m fucking stupid?”

his voice was calm, but his presence was overwhelming. you turned, only to find him standing there, watching you, his jaw tight, hands flexing at his sides like he was trying to control himself.

“i—”

“shut up.”

your breath hitched.

he took a step closer. then another. until your back was pressed against the wall, until he was caging you in, his hand trailing down the side of your neck, slow and deliberate.

"you think i didn’t see you down there?" his fingers tightened slightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. "acting like a little slut, laughing at topper’s jokes, touching his fucking arm like you wanted me to do something about it?"

your lips parted, but no words came out.

rafe leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“tell me,” he murmured. “did you want me to get mad?”

your breath was shaky.

“maybe…”

he let out a dark chuckle, his thumb stroking the hollow of your throat.

"you love testing me, don’t you?"

you swallowed.

he tsked, shaking his head. “guess i’ve been too fucking nice to you, baby. letting you get away with too much.”

his hand slipped lower, curling around your waist, pulling you against him. you could feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing into you.

“but that stops now,” he whispered. “you’re gonna remind me who you belong to.”

your pulse pounded in your ears.

he took a step back, his gaze dark and unrelenting.

"on your knees."

a beat of silence.

then, you obeyed.

seriously, thank you all for your support, your love, and your feedback. writing has always been my escape, and knowing you guys enjoy these stories just makes it even better. i can’t wait to bring you more.