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winterrrnight · 3 days
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Hey can you do after care with rafe? I feel like he would be so sweet and gentle after being so rough and mean!💗
hii nonnie! thank you for your request <3 since I don't write full on smut, this only focuses on the aftercare part!! I also didn't include the rough/mean part cause to be honest that's not my thing! hope you enjoy reading 💗 let me know your thoughts if you feel like 💗
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PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader
SUMMARY: rafe is a total softie after an intimate night with you.
WARNINGS: allusions to sex but absolutely no sexual content, no allusions to rafe being rough (because I don't write that), a lot of fluff!!
EDITH SPEAKS: since I've been experimenting around a lot with my writing lately, this ask in my inbox really caught my attention so I decided to work on it! please reblog and comment your feedback <3 🏩
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Rafe’s hands clutch onto the ends of the duvet as he pulls them to your neck, covering you under the warm duvet completely as he lies next to you.
“Better?” He asks softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You can already feel your eyelids heavy as the tiredness starts to kick in. You softly smile at Rafe and nod your head.
“Yes…” you say softly, and he smiles back at you.
“Okay… do you need anything? Water, tea, maybe something to eat?” He asks gently, moving his hand to brush out any strands of your hair falling in your eyes.
You shake your head, not really feeling like wanting anything. “No, I’m okay,” you say softly, closing your eyes just for a moment, as the warm duvet spreads comfort all throughout you. You can’t help but let out a yawn, bringing a hand to your mouth as you let it out. Rafe only chuckles at that, getting comfortable under the duvet himself.
You are quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders and gently pull him closer to you, letting him rest his head on your chest as you slowly weave your fingers through his hair in sleepy motions, those starting to make him sleepy too. He can’t help but nuzzle against your chest, your body heat along with the warmth of the duvet warming him up quickly.
The moonlight shines in through the pale curtains, and you keep your eyes closed, your fingers gently threading to Rafe’s hair. You momentarily open your eyes to see Rafe looking up, his gaze fixed at nothing particular.
“May I ask what’s on your mind?” You ask softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He softly smiles when he hears your quiet voice, involuntarily pressing himself closer to you, his arm draped across your waist as his fingers trace gentle shapes at your side.
“Just…” he takes a deep inhale, “how good of a time I had with you tonight,” he whispers. You can’t help but feel a soft ting of a blush on your cheeks, and a smile tugs on your lips.
“I had a great time with you too baby,” you whisper back. “You were… wonderful,”
“I was?” He asks gently, looking up in your eyes. You let your smile widen as you nod.
“Yes, yes you were…” you murmur, leaning down to him to kiss him gently on his lips. It’s a soft peck, and he can’t help but chase your lips, deepening the kiss a bit, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. His thumb gently strokes the soft skin of your cheek, and your fingers remain wounded in his hair, the strands silky against your fingertips.
You smile against his lips as you slowly pull apart, his fingers gently resting on your shoulders as his fingertips circle over the skin, making you sigh softly at the feeling it stimulates.
He tilts his face up to litter light kisses along your cheek, trailing down to your jawline and the side of your neck, whispering sweet little nothings to you, and you find yourself just immersing yourself in the feeling as much as you can, fluttering your eyes closed as the tiredness starts to take over you completely, his presence only elevating the feeling of comfort in you.
As Rafe notices you’re almost asleep, he smiles softly at the pretty sight in front of him and presses a final kiss to your jaw. “Sleep well baby…” he mutters, snuggling his head against your chest and finding himself falling into a deep slumber too.
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moremaybank · 13 hours
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thoughts on brothers bsf!rafe :3
idk why but my mind instantly went to rafe fucking you on your brother's bed. like that just makes me sooo aksdjhsjd 🫠 and with breeding kink!rafe ??? my heart is pounding. he'd make it soo messy too. just imagine it: the crude noises your pussy's making every time he thrusts into you. it's obscene, and rafe's living for it. his hands grip your hips, nails digging into your skin as he drags you back to meet his hips. one hand leaves your hip to smack the fat of your ass, instantly feeling the heat rise to the surface of your skin when he rubs it. "nasty girl, huh? letting daddy creampie her on her brother's bed? fuck." and all you can do is cry out for him because you're so wet and slippery and full of his cum. your walls are throbbing wildly, beginning to close in on him. "'n look how much you like it. just as fucked up s'me, sweetheart." his words rile himself up as much as they do you, and you know because he starts to twitch inside you. "tell me you want my cum. beg me to fill you up right here, make a fuckin' mess on all over his sheets," he grunted out, starting to sheathe himself into you harder, deeper. "give it to me. p-please. gimme your cum," you slur out, eyes rolling back when you feel yourself falling over the edge, "ah!" rafe throws his head back when your cunt grips him so tight that he can barely catch his breath. your orgasm triggers his, and he lets out a fuck! as he shoots his hot cum deep into your walls. as you two come down, he gives a few shallow thrusts, before pulling out and turning you onto your back. his hands run down the inside of your thighs, and then spread your pussy out to watch his cum pool out. not that he needed to that to see it, because you were both covered in it, and so were the sheets below you. and from then on, any time he even looked at that bed, he instantly sported a hard-on that was very difficult to hide.
i got carried away i'm sorry sjaksjd
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maybankslover · 2 days
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dropped your hand while dancing IV- rafe cameron
rafe cameron x kook!reader
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warnings: angst, angst, more angst, bit of fluff, milk pump, touching not in a sexual way.
summary: she decides to put her daughter's future above her feelings, will she be able to do it?. he wants to win her back, however long it takes.
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rafe was surprised when y/n asked him to stay with her until her parents came back which would be in another 15 days, he went to tanyhill to get some stuff and explain to his parents the situation. ward and anne were amazed by the news but happy wishing it would bring the former couple closer together and that rafe could be able redimish mistake.
"y/n/n where are you?" rafe entered the house he knew like the palm of his hand, growing up there with her, it held a lot of his happiest moments.
"hey you are here." she appeared from her dad's office.
"yeah just got here." a giggle from their daughter in her arms made rafe smile. "hi sweet thing." he extended his arms to hold her and y/n passed her to him.
"she's been in a good mood all day long thank you lord."
"my pretty girl you didn't give mommy a hard time today. such a good girl baby." he kissed her cheek and the baby hold his face with her little hands. he got closer to y/n and leaned down to kiss her cheek wishing he wasn't crossing any boundaries . "you look better today, got some good rest last night."
"yeah I hadn't slept like that in a good while, she still wakes up at least two times at night hungry, my whole body is tired and i haven't been able to pump any more milk but what she eats directly from me in at least 4 days so i haven't been feeling the best either." she sighed, the way she talked to him as if nothing had happened between them made him feel content. "she's asleep again, you have some kind of superpower." y/n laughed in a quiet tone.
"yeah something like that." he laughed with her. "let me put her in her crib I'll be right back."
when rafe came back he took some courage to offer his help.
"you know, if you need help with the pumping I could help you." y/n turned around from her place in the kitchen to look at him.
"it's not- not." she got nervous at his offering, at him seeing her naked again with the context and her postpartum body even if she was almost at her same weight as before, her tits were huge. and she wasn't sure it would be good for her to get herself in that position but her body was hurting a lot with all the milk she couldn't get out. "are you sure?"
"it's nothing I haven't seen before you know." he tilted his head to the side giving her a smile.
"alright, let's go upstairs. I got everything in my room." he quietly followed her on the path to her room.
he tried to not look while she took her shirt off but temptation overtook him, a few stretch marks from the pregnancy in her abdomen reminding him he hadn't seen her bump getting bigger as he should've, reminded him of all he lost by not getting his head in order, by not seeking help. once she had taken off her cotton bra off, he went closer to her daring to touch the skin in her stomach.
"what are you doing?" she asked with a confused look in her face but didn't move away from him.
"seeing what reminds me of how hard I fucked everything up with you." he looked up to her eyes. "of how I missed your bump growing, they are pretty." his hands traced the three lines she still had in her stomach.
"rafe." she touched his face and he leaned into her touch. she told herself she didn't want to be empathetic with him, to have him this close, that she wanted to push him away from her but it was all a lie. she loved him and it made her happy to know he thinks he made a mistake and hearing him say it, hearing him say that he still loves her. even when she couldn't make herself trust him like before yet.
"it's alright, let's get that milk out before it continues to hurt you." he smiled at her.
it all felt so intimate, it wasn't romantic or sexy to say the least but he was touching her once again, how much he had missed her skin, how much she had missed his touch. when they finished and y/n had gotten her shirt back on, they laid in her bed in silence for a while.
"thank you for helping me, I couldn't do it on my own for some reason this week."
"I'm here to help you, in everything you'll let me. I'm here for you."
"I know, I know." she turned her head to look at him, just to find him looking right back at her.
"can I ask you a question?" he asked.
"I don't know, what do you want to know?"
"do you hate me?"
she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. "I wish I did. it would be easier for me if I hated you, you know." when she opens her eyes, he's still looking at her. "I tried to hate you, but the only love I know is yours so it's been a little complicated to let it go."
he didn't say anything and she asked something she didn't know if she was prepared to hear the answer.
"was it someone else? like are you in love with someone else? was that it?" her eyes automatically filled with tears.
"no no no." he sat in the bed quickly. "no y/n/n I'd never cheat on you." he was hurt that the idea was even in her mind, he understood why tho. "I've never been with anyone else than you and you know that."
"I don't know rafe, you say you didn't love me anymore what else do you want me to think." she rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands. "we were meant to get married and for almost four months you wouldn't even kiss me more than twice in the whole day, the only thing that i could think of was that you were cheating on me."
"god i know, i know what it seemed but i promise you it wasn't like that. i don't know what happened, i was just numb for months didn't know what I was feeling and i didn't know how to express that. and when i realised that I still loved you it was too late, I had no way to contact you. the house is the same way you left it, I can't set foot inside."
y/n looked at him for a moment before standing up. "I need to take some aire. don't follow me." she left before he could say anything else.
"god." he rubbed his face with his hands, staring at the ceiling wondering if he fucked it even more this time.
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jjsbank444 · 2 days
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Having that heart clenching, chest aching, hands growing clammy new love with Rafe Cameron.
The one that has the both of you searching for each other across busy rooms filled with chatter that no longer engages either of you, until your eyes are locked on one another, eyes suddenly sparkling with adoration, affection and excitement, lips tilting upwards into shy yet determined smiles, no doubt excusing yourselves from your current conversation to meet in the middle just so you can spend quality time with one another.
The one that had Rafe more protective than ever before, a hot headed mess any moment he caught a stray guy steering in your direction with a cocky smirk, only to be turned away by you as you pointed towards Rafe the word ‘boyfriend’ falling from your lips that he could clearly make out, standing up a little straighter and gloating because yes, he was your boyfriend.
That kind of love that had you staring up at him with love-heart eyes, heated cheeks and erratic breathing any moment he was nearby, the tug on your heart strings stronger by his magnetic pull.
“You having fun baby?” He asked as he leaned down, lips pressing against your exposed shoulders as you shuddered under his touch.
“Yes Rafey.” You smiled up at him which only made his own heart beat faster. And maybe you weren’t having fun until this moment, until you had his unfazed attention but any moment that the tow of you were side by side was nothing shy of exciting and beautiful.<3
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sexyxdylanxobrien · 9 hours
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imagine just getting absolutely railed in a mating press by rafe
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shellxrls · 1 month
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asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..
he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.
he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.
consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.
you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”
“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.
“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.
“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”
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ipetite69 · 2 months
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no bc rafe would be utterly obsessed with you
so 99% of his ig profile would be just pictures of you two together
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forevergirlposts · 17 days
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sweet!rafe x mean!gf !!?? pt 2
the other ones were so fun i had to do a part two already ….. lowkey sub rafe … he’s literally in love with you ….
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devinedoll · 8 days
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imagine giving flowers to rafe,randomly he's just so confused because wtf and he's staring at you like 🤨🤨
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the morning rafe would agree that he’s gone entirely soft for you is when he awakes with a plush pink bunny cradled between his arms. if barry could see him now, he would laugh in his face.
he acknowledges the bunny, hating that he’s snuggling it on the bed like some pussy-whipped weirdo, but what he hates more is that he’s not snuggling you.
he’s padding out of the room, adorned in the sluttiest outfit a man could wear, a pair of loose grey sweatpants.
he’s instantly hit with a pleasant aroma, waffles, eggs, pancakes, toast, you’d made it all. and you look utterly edible yourself, prancing around the kitchen to 90s pop, clad in one of rafe’s large t-shirts.
what catches his eye though, isn’t the bottom of your plush ass cheeks that become exposed when you lift your arms up to reach something in the cupboard, or how cute you look up on your tip toes, it’s the vase of fresh tulips trimmed and watered in the middle of the island.
rafe being rafe, immediately thinks the worst, “and who got you those?” he questions, walking over to pluck a piece of bacon off the plate you were moving.
you jump slightly at his presence, setting the plate down and throwing your arms around him, “good morning rafe!” you announce, “got up to make you breakfast but i left you bunny so you wouldn’t get lonely”
he’s nodding, arms placed around your waist, eyes still trained on the fresh flowers, “kid, who got you the flowers?” he repeats.
you seem momentarily confused, before a wave of understanding washes over you, “oh the tulips!” you exclaim, jumping up to place a kiss onto the boys cheek, “got em for you!”
his face twists with confusion, eyeing the pink flowers, “got em for me?” he repeats.
you smile up at him, his sweet girl who he definitely doesn’t deserve, “yep! i always love when you get me flowers and i know you’ve had a hard week, wanted you to feel special too rafey” you explain.
he seems to melt a bit at your words, still confused, but deep down he appreciates the sentiment, “know i’m a boy kid..”
you nod, “yeah i know, just thought it may help”
he’s smiling at you, plucking another piece of bacon to pop in his mouth, “yeah, alright.”
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Rafe with a girlfriend who has chronic migraines Part 2!
He’d give up all the money in the world for you. He doesn’t care about the hundreds of dollars he spends on expensive memory foam pillows and body pillows. Rafe swears he’s never felt such heartbreak than when you silently cried against him in complete and utter agony. He buys the $400 cefaly machine and pays for the overpriced at home acupuncture. He does yoga with you in the garden because any other form of exercise triggers a migraine instantly. He never gets upset or disappointed when you cancel plans because of a migraine.
He takes the best care of you, he knows to take you to a dark room to lay in and is immediately at your side with an ice pack and some water. He’s always got your meds on hand and snacks for you to take them with. His freezer is stocked with TheraIce headache hats in every color made. He buys the fanciest diffuser he can possibly find to make his room smell like lavender while you sleep the pain away. He gets you a stanly cup, and an owala bottle, and a hydro flask, and a yeti, just to get you to drink more water.
Hell, he even buys you an immensely overpriced lapis necklace after reading about its supposed history of healing migraines.
He constantly brags about how brave his precious girlfriend is, how strong she is. Topper broke his arm once and Rafe’s reaction was: “Ok and? Y/n has migraines everyday and still gets up and does shit, get the fuck up.”
You are his everything, his other half, his twin flame. And he will do absolutely anything to make life easier for you<3
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mvybanks · 3 months
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the deal — the one where you almost break up
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a/n: writing flangst just to feel something oh how i love being a woman😫 on a serious note, don’t kill me pls + this can be read as a stand-alone but it’s a post-series blurb from the deal !!! (i know this is longer than a blurb but we all know that i don’t care)
warnings: FLANGST!!!, rafe is mean, mentions of things that happened in the series, ward being a terrible parent, not proofread (will do it tomorrow🫡)
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You and Rafe are in a fight.
Or at least what started out as just a fight.
It’s rare for either of you to be mad at the other, but he truly has crossed the line this time and you feel like your relationship is hanging by a thread now.
He had gone back home for a couple of days, that turned out to be a week, and although you didn’t know what was the reason, you didn’t think much of it, it was a habit of his and you believed that he only wished to see his sisters. However, when he came back, he wasn’t your Rafe. You couldn’t recognize the man that had walked inside your apartment and to be honest, you didn’t want to get to know him.
“Hey, baby!” You ran to him as he had opened the front door, for you had given him a key to your apartment.
If there’s one thing that he had always loved was being welcomed by your sweet embrace, engulfed by your comforting perfume and finally being able to relax against you. But that didn’t happen this time.
“Hey,” was all he said. No emotions behind it, no joy of seeing you again after an entire week, and that had already alarmed you. Hell, what had already made bells go off in your head had been the little to none contact when he was away.
You were only able to place your hands on his chest before he kept walking inside, ignoring you, while he reached the bathroom and left you at the entrance. Where was your boyfriend?
You went to lie on the couch and stayed there until he came back in the living room. You could tell something was wrong and you were unsure if you had done something to make him upset.
“How was your trip?” You only asked, not wanting to pry on his behavior immediately.
“I don’t feel like talking.” He coldly exclaimed, making your lips seal shut.
And so you remained in silence for what seemed an eternity. An uncomfortable silence; one that you had never experienced with Rafe and it was hurting not knowing what was going on.
Finally, you attempted at getting an answer, gently placing one hand on his shoulder as he sat next to you on the couch. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You inquired, worry laced in your voice.
“Nothing’s wrong. I told you I don’t feel like talking, Y/n, for fuck’s sake!” He groaned, shaking your hand off and breaking your heart in a million pieces as he did so. He got up from his seat, not even noticing the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes.
“Just tell me if it’s something I did. This isn’t you.” You whispered, heartbroken.
This isn’t you.
This isn’t you.
The words kept echoing in his ears. The same ones he had pronounced. He let out a humorless laugh, “What, you think you know who I am, then? This is me! Make your fucking peace with it.”
You also left the couch, anger running through your veins as your eyes were focused on the stranger in front of you. “No, I won’t make my fucking peace with it, Rafe! You left for a week, you avoided me, then you come here, in my apartment, and keep ignoring me. I think I deserve an explanation!”
“You know what? Yes, I left for a week and I wanted to come back to my loving girlfriend. Is she here by the way? Because she sure as hell isn’t in front of me now.” He raised his voice once again, his tone accusatory.
Shaking your head, you matched his tone. “Don’t you dare turn this on me! Jesus, Rafe! You’re acting as if you hate me. We haven’t talked for a week and you’re still ignoring me. You’re here and you still feel distant.” Although it went unnoticed by him, a tear ran down your cheek as you pronounced the last words, and even that felt like a punch in the stomach because nothing that you’ve ever done has gone unnoticed by his always attentive gaze. Not a day has gone by where you weren’t his sun and every star in the universe, where you weren’t the reason why to everything, to all of his breaths. And yet, you felt like this has been the first day.
“I’m here, Y/n! I’m fucking here, aren’t I?! Stop lying and bullshitting me with this stuff. God, is this what you always do, you lie to everyone until you find someone better? Huh?! Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Your whole world stopped. You felt like the ground beneath you had fallen and had brought you with it. You were gasping for air and felt lightheaded all at once as everything in you ached. How could have he thrown that in your face? Your ears were ringing and your voice broke as you murmured, “Get out.”
The thing is that Rafe had regretted what he had said immediately. The hated filled words had spilled from his venom-tainted lips, but it hadn’t been your fault. Nothing was ever your fault, because you were his universe — you still are and have never stopped, because his whole life revolves around you and he wouldn’t want it any other way. So, he only let out a whispered “What?” as he felt a pang in his chest.
“Get out of my house.” You repeated looking at the ground before you raised your head to stare at him, “Get the fuck out of my house!” You yelled then, pointing towards the door.
He took a step closer to you, “Wait —“
But you were quicker, putting even more space between you, “If that’s what you think of me, why don’t you just break up with me? If that’s how you feel, why are you still with me?”
“Baby —“
“Shut up. Just — Shut up! Get out of my house, I don’t wanna see you.” You raised your voice once again as tears ran freely down your face.
“ I —“ He kept attempting to say anything, to make it right, but you interrupted him each time for the sound of his voice wasn’t a comforting melody anymore, but the reason of your pain.
“I don’t wanna see you again. I don’t wanna hear your voice. Get. Out!” And that’s when you began to physically push him away. He couldn’t stop you, nor did he want to upset you further, therefore he left.
However, he could hear you crying from outside, he listened as you sobbed against the door and punched it. He wished he was able to come back inside and take you in his arms, to console you, but he knew he wasn’t who you wanted in that moment, indeed he was the last person you desired.
But he stayed.
He stayed outside until he listened to the sound of your steps taking you far away from the door; until his back and his legs hurt and he had to sit down; until his heart screamed for you, loudly, bleeding for the tears that he had caused you; until now.
Softly knocking, “Can I come in?” He tries to choke out, the lump in his throat now impossible to swallow. Guilt. That’s what it is.
You’re sitting on your bed, the door of your room showing you the entrance, and you can hear the muffled words coming from the other side, but you won’t give in. You listen to him, pleading for you to let him in, because he wants — no, he needs to know that you’re okay, for he hasn’t heard from you for over three hours.
So, yes. You and Rafe are in a fight, but you’re not sure if this is the end of your relationship as well.
What you’re not aware of is that he has the key sitting in the pocket of his jeans, and although he’s dying to use it, he wishes for you to open the door, for you to tell him that you can find it in your heart to forgive him, to just hear him out; but he knows he doesn’t deserve it. As time passes and the lack of answer continues, his fear increases. Are you okay? That’s all he keeps thinking about. Therefore, he decides to open the door, slowly walking inside while looking for you.
You don’t even raise your head when he comes in, you don’t give him the satisfaction of your attention. Once he enters your room, tears streaming down his face, he reaches his hand to gently cup your cheek, “Baby,” he whispers. But you’re quicker, instinctively running away from his touch. The action breaks him completely.
He falls on his knees, sitting in front of you, as he shows his raised hands to you. “I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, sweetheart.” He says quietly for the uncomfortable sensation in his throat doesn’t allow him to speak at a normal volume. “I didn’t mean it, please.” Rafe repeats once again before a long string of hushed ‘i’m sorry’s leaves his lips. Finally, he lets his head fall on your closed knees and his fingers delicately grab your calves while the never ending apologies make him sound like a broken record.
You can’t help but cry with him, although your gaze is still on the wall beside you, and yet you can feel the pain written on his features.
“My father was there.” He mumbles against your clothed skin.
“What?” The word leaves your lips but you don’t even realize what you’ve asked until he continues.
“My father was home. He never is when I go back home, but he was there this time.”
You‘ve learned about Rafe’s relationship with his father; he’s told you a lot — actually, he’s told you everything about it, because he wanted you to know him, and you do. You know him better than anyone else in the world. “He was mad. Said that I’m ungrateful for never showing up when he’s there and that this isn’t me. He just— he kept yelling, saying that I’m a piece of shit who deserves nothing. I don’t deserve his kindness, I don’t deserve my sisters, I… I don’t deserve you.” He murmurs the last words, which finally makes you look down at him.
Your heart is in a thousands of pieces as you softly ask, “Me?”
Rafe stares up at you and bloodshot eyes bore into yours. “You. He never stopped saying that, until I believed him. I know you deserve better, I’ve always known that, but I guess hearing this from someone else, out loud, it made it real. So, I pushed you away and I’m sorry. I’m not finding an excuse, I swear, I only want you to know that it’s not your fault and that I take full responsibility.”
In a moment of weakness, you let your hand faintly touch his jaw and your thumb brush against his cheek, causing him to rest his head further in your palm.
“I’m sorry about your father, Rafe, I really am, but what you said hurt me, and I didn’t think it was possible for you to ever cause me so much pain.”
Twisting his neck, he kisses the palm of your hand and tightly shuts his eyes. “I know. I know and I’m sorry. I will regret this for the rest of my life, but I promise you with everything I have, with every single cell of my body, that I will never do that again. And I know how this sounds, but if you just give me one more chance, I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I want to deserve you.” At last, he gets up and holds your face in his hands. “I love you so much, baby. So, so much.”
“The rest of your life, huh?” You playfully ask.
He lets out a wet chuckle. “The rest of my life, baby. You know I’m here for the long run.”
“You better act like it, then, Cameron.”
Rafe rests his forehead on yours, breathing you in and nodding his head at your words. “Can I kiss you?” He mumbles, his mouth almost touching yours.
“Please.”
Your lips connect to each other’s and it feels as if this is the first time you’ve been able to breathe in the past hours. He goes to sit next to you on the bed, never leaving your lips, before he grabs you and manhandles you until you’re sat on his lap. Rafe holds you impossibly close, scared that you’re going to leave as soon as he lets you go. However, unbeknownst to him, you could never leave him, not when he shows you how much he loves you over and over again, and especially not when you go to sleep in each other’s arms and the only thing that helps you sleep is the feeling of his skin and the sound of his voice, repeatedly whispering ‘i love you’s with his lips pressed against your head.
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moremaybank · 4 months
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thinking about rafe cameron giving his girl booty rubs. his large palms aren't nearly enough to hold the ample amount of flesh in them. in fact, this is the one time where they're incapable of taking up all the space available. he kneads the doughy flesh with strong hands, pulling them apart so he can sneak a peak at your folds. the more he squeezes and plays with the full cheeks of your bum, the more arousal he watches seep out of your hole. he bites at the cheeks, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave prints behind on your soft skin. he sucks harshly enough to leave behind hickies, slaps them to watch the blood rise to your skin and turn your flesh crimson and raw. his cock grows against his pelvis as it's restrained by the cotton of his boxers, jumping and straining to be nestled in the snug comfort of your sopping walls. he watches with pride as you rut your hips against the mattress beneath you, trying to gain friction against your poor, neglected clit. you whine out for him, begging for him to stop dragging out the foreplay and just satisfy you the way only he knows how. but he denies you as if it's nothing to him. his thumbs string along the insides of your cheeks, each time creeping closer and closer of your pussy. he spreads your folds, watching more slick pool from you until your core looks like a glazed dessert laid out just for him. glistening, awaiting his arrival. he can smell your sweetness, his tastebuds salivating the more he thinks about feeling you coat his tongue. "so wet, angel..." he breathes, the pad of his thumb pushing into you just slightly. "you need daddy's cock that bad?" he rises onto his knees, shoving his boxers out of the way and drawing his cock out. he lines himself up with your entrance. "bet if i just slipped myself inside..." he murmured, narrating his actions as he sheathed himself into you. he hissed in content, closing his eyes as he wet his lips. his balls kissed your bum, and he was elated by the cries escaping you. "see that? yeah. soaked 'n tight 'cause my whore needs to be fucked until she's broken."
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syschsc · 1 month
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bf!rafe who picks up his gf everyday after school, she’s 18 and should be driving but he knows she gets really scared about that. And who is he to deny his princess anything
the car is real nice and warm and he has for food you to eat, “here you go baby.” he says as he reaches into the back seat pulling out a burger and fries from your favorite spot.
“aww rafeyyyy, thank you so much.” you pout a little, heart warming at his thoughtful act. he kisses your pout, not caring about your strawberry lip gloss smearing across his lips.
“of course baby, I know how you get after a long day. gotta take care of my girl.”
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rafeysbafey · 1 month
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you laid on your back with your legs spread wide, ankles hooked over rafe’s shoulders as he leaned forward, cock hard in his hand.
his other hand found place on your hip, holding you in place as he nudged the head of his cock against your soaking folds.
“let’s try this one last time, k?” he hummed, watching as you nervously nodded your head in agreement, big doe eyes peering up at him.
the sight of you alone had rafe holding back, just wanting to fuck you into oblivion until you were begging him to stop.
he slowly pushed himself into you, a small whimper leaving your lips as you looked down to where he disappeared.
without stopping, he pushed himself fully in, your hips meeting rafe’s as your walls stretched painfully to accommodate him.
“t-too big,” you whispered, eyes looking up to meet his, a small smirk on his face as he tsked lowly.
“but you’re my good girl, you can take it,” he darkly smiled, blue eyes pouring into yours as he started to move his hips.
your mouth dropped open as you felt him drag himself along your walls, his tip already poking at your g spot and balls slapping lightly against your ass.
“fuck, look at that,” he groaned, eyes trained on the slight bulge in your stomach, a faint outline of his cock prominent as you let out a surprised gasp.
“so tiny i could just split you in half.”
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hotchsstuff · 1 month
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little fears - dad!rafe cameron
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summary: daddy daughter day doesn't go as planned. your daughter is frightened and just wants to be held by her dad.
warnings: none, fluff, girl dad rafe
it's daddy daughter day, which means rafe takes a day off from work, regardless of any important meeting his assistant planned more than five months ago. rafe left his business phone at home, wanting to dedicate all his attention to daisy. she was now three years old but it seemed like yesterday when you held her in your arms for the first time. she was a bubbly child, running around the house all day without tiring out and playing outside with her gardening toys. she loves helping you out, passing you tools as you watered the flowers. rafe swore you made him the happiest man on earth.
today rafe decided to take daisy to her first swimming lesson. you didn't want your daughter to grow up with the fear of water as you did. rafe was trying to keep his cool but he was feeling nervous, what if daisy hated it? if she did, rafe would immediately rush her home but you wouldn't approve of that because she needs to give it a try. rafe sighed as he entered the building, holding tight daisy's little hand.
"daddy, where are we going?" daisy whispered, looking around with curiosity. with her free hand she was holding a bucket full of rubber ducks. they were her favorite toys and no matter where they went, she would bring them along. each of them had unique names, teeny, tony, tappy. daisy was strangely fond of weird names.
there were so many kids crying and yelling for their mothers. that was not a good sign. rafe gulped, looking down nervously at his daughter.
"we're in the pool, baby." rafe exclaimed, keeping a smile on his face as he picked her up in his arms "are you excited to play?"
daisy seemed to hesitate but eventually nodded, wrapping her short arms around her dad's neck. she was in her yellow swimsuit, matching her ducks, but her initial excitement vanished as she saw the wide pool.
rafe sat on the poolside and gently soaked daisy's feet in the water, scrutinizing her face. daisy was quiet for a moment, looking at her surroundings and her dad before bursting into tears.
"oh, angel." rafe immediately stood up and wiped her tears away "don't cry, it's alright. daddy's here, okay?"
daisy's cries didn't seem to quiet down, fists grabbing her dad's shirt "let's call mommy, yeah baby?"
rafe dialed your number and after a few rings you picked up "hey baby, is everything okay?"
as soon as daisy heard your voice she began crying again, startling you. it was unusual for her to cry, she was always a happy kid, and helping someone else if she saw them upset.
rafe quickly reassured you that she was safe, she was only a little bit frightened. he brought the phone close to daisy's ear, so you could talk to her.
she sniffed and with a quivering voice called for you, a soft mommy leaving her puffy lips.
eventually, she calmed down after listening to you and let rafe take her out of the building after changing into some dry clothes. you understood that it was not the right time and you'd try again in a few months. as for now, you were waiting for them to come home and comfort your daughter with some sweet ice cream.
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whorefordrew · 2 months
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Holy Trinity
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put ya seatbelts on bc she looong
warning: everything sex. atp the only warning i'll give is possible unedited mistakes.
you’re full on sobbing at this point. mascara has now painted your under eyes black, and everything is blurry from the constant tears of pleasure, frustration and pain.
bound and gagged, you were helpless under the three men who’s brought you near multiple orgasms but never actually let you over the edge. no cock, just punishing fingers and mouths.
“put this shit on her,” rafe tosses a tie to topper after quickly rummaging through his dresser. topper then crawls closer to where your head is, your teary eyes connecting with his slightly apologetic ones before he conceals your vision with the tie. a quick brush of his fingers down your cheek is the only thing you feel before all masses on the bed disappear and the room in plunged into complete silence.
every touch of the air on your skin and the whisper of slight static is suddenly much more defined as every other sense of yours has been constricted.
you yelp when hands suddenly grip your hips to pull you to the edge of the bed until your ass hangs over the edge. a rough hand then pulls the gag out of your mouth and under your chin.
“we own you, do you understand?” rafe
you nod, throat dry from your muffled screaming along with the anticipation of what’s to come.
a sharp sting lands on your cheek making you cry out, “use your fucking words or we’ll put that gag back in.” kelce
throughout the night, you’ve come to memorize the way each of them talked and touched you. rafe and kelce were both aggressive and rough, the former being more confident than the other given that he’s your boyfriend. then topper was almost shy, but doesn’t hesitate to do what the other two tells him to do to you. afterall, he’s also here with the desire to fuck you until you’re on the verge of passing out.
“yes, i’m yours…all yours,” you whimper, face burning knowing that all their predatory gazes are set on your face and naked body.
“good girl…” rafe coos, lips quickly placing a wet kiss onto yours, too quick that you try to chase them when they part from you, “top.”
rafe’s known firm hands leave their place from your hips before getting replaced with less rough ones which you guessed were topper’s.
shivers run all over your skin as topper caresses your body softly, his touch a complete opposite to rafe’s and kelce’s. your mouth drops open when his thumbs spread your soaking slit then a dribble of warmth slides through it and down your ass. spit.
with a quick pop of a button and an opening of a zipper, the head of a cock is positioned right on your entrance. he teases still, using his cock to collect your juices up and down your cunt, momentarily catching onto your clit.
“topper, plea-“ you cut yourself off with a surprised scream when he suddenly plunges his dick in to the hilt. he was smaller than rafe, but not any distinctively less pleasurable. you were much too riled up to not feel as much pleasure from his dick alone.
the man on top of you groans, “s’fuckin tight”
while he stays there for a moment, the floorboards creak under two sets of feet and weight drops down on the couch by the side of the room. the thought of the other two men sitting and just watching makes your face burn hotter.
the slight embarrassment doesn’t get much time to sink in as topper pulls his hips back until only his tip is inside then shoves back in with so much force that the headboard bangs against the wall. you gasp out his name, your bound hands try to hang on to him but they’re quickly shoved back down above your head on the mattress with one of his hands.
“keep them there, sweetheart,” topper breathlessly commands in your ear. you nod, moaning and gasping at each thrust of his dick against your walls.
his hands and mouth are everywhere. your tits, hips, waist, neck. no surface of your body is left untouched.
“beg him to make you cum, baby,” you almost jump at the sudden voice of rafe by your ear. you hadn’t even hear him walk over with you being too busy chasing the pleasure of topper’s dick.
you swallow past the moans and manage to speak with a crack in your voice, “please let me cum, i need it so bad, topper please…please…plea-“
lips place themselves on yours mid word at the same time a chest presses down on your writhing one. you know those lips didn’t belong to rafe, but rather topper given that they feel more foreign and gentler.
“cum,” one word is uttered from topper’s lips against yours before you erupt on his cock. white dots appear in your concealed vision, the feeling of finally getting to cum after being edged one too many times makes the orgasm more intense than it should be. you were sure you squirted as your inner thighs felt more slippery than they previously were.
topper was in a trance, seeing you flood his cock and feeling your walls practically milk him got him on the edge but his pleasure is cut short by rafe’s domineering hand that pulled him back from you.
he’s about to protest about the stolen orgasm but quickly retracts after seeing rafe’s expression daring him to contradict him. he swallows and sits where rafe was once sitting on the couch, cock still hard and wet from you.
“kelce,” another abrupt demand from rafe. the summoned man was almost skipping towards where you laid panting with shaking legs spread open on the bed. you can’t blame the man, he’s waited his turn all night long.
“damn topper, you got her fucking soaked,” kelce chuckles as he grips your tits with more vigor than topper.
one hand grips your throat, making your breath shallow before the rest gets stolen from kelce thrusting inside you in one go. holy fuck he’s thick.
there’s a slight pain from the unusual stretch but kelce has no remorse for you as he immediately picks up a brutal pace. your hands clutch the sheet above your head, trying to ground yourself from the brutality of kelce’s thrusts.
“fuck, she really is tight, y’should share her more, rafe,” kelce groans, his fingers tightening briefly around your neck, “gonna need more of this pussy, never had one so tight and wet.”
“don’t count on it, this is the only chance you’re getting,” rafe replies with a serious tone. when rafe says something, he always means it.
“kelc, fuck kelce,” you moan, almost screaming it out.
“yeah, scream my name, slut,” he grits out, pounding into you somehow harder than he already was. he pulls out and quickly flips your whole body over as if you were merely a doll and pushes back in. he’s so much deeper this way, with your feet flat on the floor and hips digging onto the foot of the mattress.
you’re screaming and crying into the mattress as kelce grips the fats of your ass and slams continuously into your pussy. your clit was throbbing for release again, already feeling like you’re going to squirt your orgasm out.
it only builds up more when kelce grips your hair and wretches your head back to place his mouth at your ear, “you wanna cum again? i can feel your squeezing my cock like a whore.”
“please, kelce,” you sob out, voice hitching at every punishing thrust, “please i wanna cum-s’bad”
“aw, the little whore wants to cum,” he laughs in your ear, “go on then, fucking cum”
with one more squeeze of kelce’s hand around your throat and pull on your hair, you’re orgasming again. your ears are ringing at this point, it felt as if you’ve left your body and went into some kind of outer universe.
rafe didn’t have to tell kelce to pull out after you came, the man, after pulling out of you with a slap on your ass, drops back down on the couch and watches your body heave on the bed with a smug look.
you’re exhausted and on the verge of passing out but you’re ready to go again when familiar lips travel up your spine in soft kisses. they kiss along your cheek until finally landing on your lips where you’re resting your head on its side.
“rafe,” you whisper against his kisses with a relieved undertone.
“shh, it’ll be over soon, but you can take more, yeah?” rafe continues with his kisses, flipping you to rest on your back along the way.
you nod, still returning his kisses lazily. you feel his finger travel up your arms that are laying limp above your head before the ties on them are removed.
rafe then flips the two of you so that you’re straddling his hips. you wrap your arms around his neck, your hips moving with as much strength as they can over his, trying to pleasure both yourself and him.
he’d abandoned his jeans, now only wearing boxers which made it easier for him to slip his cock out and position himself at your entrance. one of his hands hold a firm grip on your hip but nonetheless lets you create the pace as you lower yourself down on him with a breathless moan.
“there you go, baby,” rafe praises when you’ve finally taken him 9 inches deep. rafe moves your hand so that they’re resting on his chest and lays down, “ride my cock and don’t stop until i tell you to.”
you follow his command immediately after finding a comfortable place for your knees. your hips roll forward and backward, up and down, relishing the feel of every vein of his cock dragging along your walls at every movement. although your vision was still restricted by the tie, you know rafe’s gaze was on your face, following every expression you make with his hands behind his head.
“get over here,” rafe suddenly says making you briefly pause at confusion but he makes you continue moving with a slap at your tit, “top, get behind her and get the lube. kelc you take her mouth.”
your breath hitches and your hips stutter but don’t dare to stop.
topper’s gentle hands are back on you and pushes you slightly forward so he could access your ass. kelce’s rough hands are in your hair and shoves your face until his dick is at your mouth. rafe sucks on your tits as they bounce above his face. everything and anything is happening all at once and you’re just a subject to all of it. you’re their little fucktoy.
topper’s fingers slide inside the tight ring of your ass with the help of the lube making your mouth drop open and giving kelce the opportunity to shove his dick inside.
kelce fucks your mouth until you’re gagging and choking, rafe fucks into your pussy, hitting your cervix and that spot deep inside you, and topper finally stretches your ass open with his lubed up dick.
you’ve never felt so full. you can’t help but whimper and cry on kelce’s cock. it feels as if topper’s dick was never ending, and along with rafe’s cock, it feels even bigger.
all at once, they fuck you. they fuck you like you’re just a blow up toy, a little flesh light for them to enjoy. you were nothing but a piece of meat to pleasure them.
rafe under you, topper behind you, and kelce in front of you, they fuck your holes until you’re a whining, choking mess between them.
kelce’s the first one to cum. he holds your head still, your nose touching his pelvis as he cums deep down your throat with a loud groan. when he finally lets go, you swallow down everything he released and finally take as much breath as you needed after the intense throat fucking he gave you.
kelce parts from you with a messy sloppy kiss, tongue and all, before you hear him drop down on the couch once again with a long satisfied groan.
topper was next. the boy couldn’t take it any longer, he could feel rafe’s thrust through the thin skin separating the two of them and with the constant tightening of your walls, he was a goner. his hands grips your hips to the point of pain and he was sure he would leave bruises on your skin. his thrusts stutter until he stills deep inside you making you gasp at the foreign feeling of someone cumming inside your ass.
you whimper from the sudden emptiness when he pulls out but is comforted from the light kiss topper leaves on your nape.
that leaves you with rafe who’s feet are planted on the mattress and is still thrusting into you from underneath. you drop your head down, tired and cockdrunk.
your forehead meets the pillow right next to rafe’s head, just feeling around with your senses you’re able to place your mouth right next to his ear.
“one more please…daddy,” you breathlessly whisper alongside punctuated breaths.
“fucking hell,” rafe grunts and before you know it, you’re on your back, body folded in half under rafe’s hands. he holds the backs of your knees and presses them down to your chest as he fucks you harder than before. you’re screaming again as he fucks you into the mattress and touches your reddened clit. “such a tease, baby”
“please, c-can i cum?” you hiccup through the pleasure.
“go on, cum on daddy’s cock,” rafe leans down, folding you into yourself even more which puts more pressure on your clit and makes it faster for you to reach the edge.
you cum with a choked scream, tears seeping into the tie over your eyes and nails digging into your boyfriend’s back.
rafe fucks you through it, thrusts never waning. “gonna cum in you, baby. make you a mommy, you want that?”
“yes, yes, cum inside me, daddy. wanna make you a daddy, please,” you gasp, half sobbing from your orgasm.
rafe groans, and all light comes to your vision when he slips the blindfold over your head. he thinks you’ve never looked any more beautiful than you did now with your eyes teary and glossy.
his forehead drops down onto yours, his baby blues keeping yours trapped. his face scrunches up as he shoves himself inside you down to the hilt and coats your insides white.
you sigh, your hands caressing his shoulders through the shivers overtaking his body.
rafe’s whole body drops down on yours, providing you with comfort despite being twice as heavy as yourself.
“get out,” rafe mumbles into your skin, eyes closed as he rests his head on your chest.
the two other men leave silently knowing it was them rafe was talking to, both completely satiated.
it’s silent for a moment and you think rafe has fallen asleep due to his quiet breathing but then he speaks up, “come morning, ’m fucking another load into you ‘n actually give you a baby”
you giggle tiredly, playing with his hair, “i’m holding you to that….” whisper “daddy”
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