just testing out some different writing styles; enjoy🫶🏼
Gooner!Rafe who adds Innocent!reader on snapchat after seeing you around figure 8 in your cute mini skirts and baby tees and is instantly infatuated with you.
Once he learned your name, he looked up your instagram as soon as he got home. He spent the whole night letting out pathetic moans while jerking off to your innocent photos.
When you added him back on snapchat like you always do, Rafe wanted to see how far he could go with you. He started the conversation with a simple ‘hi’ and you responded with a sweet ‘hello!’.
The conversation flowed well, leading in midnight as you two began talking about the country club and kook things. Rafe’s boner was still raging and couldn’t wait any longer. He sent a shirtless picture in the middle of the conversation.
You thought nothing of it and sent him a photo back of you sitting up in your nightgown. Two loose straps held it up making your tits more prominent.
As soon as Rafe opened it, his cock started to throb and he pulled his boxers down and began to stroke himself. He clicked off the picture and saved it in the chat.
A smile grew on your face when you saw he saved it. You were enjoying talking to him and his company. You saw he was in the chat but not saying anything. You typed up his name with a question mark following.
He stopped stroking himself momentarily and apologized. He started typing again asking if you could help him with something. You started to get a bit skeptical but you agreed.
Rafe opened the camera and angled the phone to where it showed him holding his leaking cock and his face. The flash came on as he began record himself thrusting into his hand and let out groans and grunts.
He sent the little 5 second video with a caption ‘need you to help me cum’. When you opened the video and saw him, you let out an audible gasp. You didn’t expect that from him even though you had only been talking for at least 3 hours.
You asked him how you could help and he sent his number and told you to facetime him. You did as he said and he picked up almost immediately.
A smile grew on his face as he saw your face. “Hey pretty.” He licked his lips and you smiled. “So you needed some help?” you asked scooting up on your bed.
“Mhm, see this right here? It’s because of you.” He panned the camera to his throbbing cock in all of its glory. You bit the lip at the sight of him. You had watched porn before, but playing with yourself had never crossed your mind much.
“You ever seen a cock like this baby?” He chuckled in a raspy voice. You shook your head no and started to blush shyly. “Not as big as yours.” You said softly.
“Your body’s so pretty mama, especially those tits. Can I see em?” He rambled on. You thought about it for a minute but eventually ended up pulling down your straps revealing your perky pretty titties.
“Fuck.. Play with yourself nipples for me.” He instructed and you listened. You started squeezing your nipples and rubbing them until they were solid hard. You felt a pulsing sensation going through your lower half that you’ve never felt before.
“N-need you to play with that pussy too.” He stuttered as his hand continued to fist his cock at a fast pace. He couldn’t believe that he got someone as innocent and kind as you to commit these dirty acts.
“I-I’ve never done that before.” You let out a shaky breath. “Shit- making me wanna drive over to you and pound your shit in.” He smiled at your flustered expression. “Let me see her and i’ll tell you what to do.”
You sat the camera up on a pillow putting your body on display. You lifted off your gown and pulled down your panties. You nervously spread your legs in front the camera. It was clear what you and Rafe had been doing aroused you as your cunt glistened on the screen.
“Oh she’s fucking gorgeous. Go ahead and start to rub your clit honey.” You lowered your hand and rubbed your fingers through your wetness, letting out a little whine. You found your clit and pressed down on it gently and started to rub it around in a circle.
“Just like that princess.” He grunted with fast tugs at his cock. You threw your head back as you sped up, finally finding a rhythm. Your sweet mewls and whimpers sounded angelic in Rafe’s ears. He felt himself getting closer to cumming.
“Rafe this feels so good.” You moaned out and bended your knees up making you spread out more. Your toes curled as you felt a pressure in your stomach almost like you had to pee but you kept going, desperate for the feeling.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt the feeling in your stomach burst as your juices spill out of you. That on top of the continuous moans and whimpers is what set Rafe off and he began to cum all over his stomach while rambling and moaning.
As you both came down, You grabbed your phone and stared at the screen as Rafe cleaned himself off. Once he was finished, he looked at you with lust in his eyes. “So, when can I see you?” You asked timidly.
“Uh, you’ll see me around at the club. I’ll talk to you then.” He said dazedly. He just had one of the best nuts in his life and he needed some sleep.
“Oh ok.” You nodded your head and you two sat in silent for a few seconds before you broke it. “Well, goodnight. Thanks for that, it was fun.”
“Yeah definitely, thank you too.” He said hastily and hung up. As soon as he hung up tapped the red button and stopped the screen recording and saved it to his phone. Saving it for next time he needed to cum.
He also went into your chat on snapchat and saved the picture you sent. When you got the notification, you just smiled and turned your phone off and drifted to sleep.
(Can yall grammar check me if i messed anything up?😭)
Hiii!! I'm sliding in your inbox sweetheart🤭 first of all I hope you're doing good🫶🏻 I was wondering how do you think brother!rafe would react if his little sister asks him to teach her how to swim? (Cause I'm might be writting a drabble about it🙈💕)
I'm doing great!! Thank you for asking sweetie I hope you're good as well! Love youuuu 🥹🫶🏻 I just had to write a drabble myself because this thought is so cute but I can't wait to read your version if you write it!! 🤭💕
"Rafey! Rafey!" You shout, your bare feet slapping loudly on the floor as you run towards your brother's room, pushing his door open.
Rafe was laying on his bed, phone held above his face and lifts his head just as you reach the side of his bed. "What did I tell you 'bout knocking?"
With a huff you go back to the open door, knocking a few times. "Can I come in now?"
He shakes his head with a smile, dropping his head back onto the sheets. "Sure, kid. Come on in."
Not needing to be told twice you rush over to him, climbing onto his bed and throwing yourself on top of him. He grunts, putting his phone to the side, furrowing his brows at what you're wearing.
"Why y'wearing your swimsuit?" He asks, his hand hovering behind your back as you sat up just in case you fall backwards.
"Wanna learn to swim!" You grin.
"Okay? And what do you want from me then?"
"I want you to teach me." You smile brightly at him.
"Wha- nah, I ain't got the patience-" He starts but you whine instantly.
"Pleeeeease!" You beg him, mustering up your best puppy eyes.
Rafe sighs, he supposes he could try and teach you for a bit since he doesn't have anything better to do because his friends are busy right now. "Fine. I'll be outside in a minute."
"Yay!" You cheer excitedly, clambering off his bed again and rush out of his room.
He simply chuckles, getting up as well to put on a pair of swim trunks.
Outside you are patiently waiting for your brother, sitting by the edge of the pool and swinging your legs in the water. Soon enough Rafe comes out, wearing his blue trunks and sunglasses.
"A'ight, let's get this over with." He says, getting into the water to stand close to where you are sitting and reaches for the pool noodle. "We'll start with this. Just do what I say and you'll be a pro in no time, got it?"
You nod, putting on your goggles before slowly sinking into the water, quickly grabbing the noodle to not drown.
After Rafe teaches you the techniques on how to move your arms and legs for a while, letting you try it on your own with the security of the pool noodle a few times but now it was time to try it without any help.
"C'mon, just swim here." He encourages you, motioning you to swim towards him with his hands.
You hold onto the edge, suddenly unsure and a little afraid of letting go. "Rafey, m'scared!"
He rubs a hand over his face. "I get it, okay. But I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
"Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise. I'll tell you what, if you swim over to me now we'll go get ice cream afterwards, deal?" He suggests and you think for a moment.
With a nod you take a deep breath and start swimming towards him, moving your limbs just like he taught you.
"Just like that. Keep going, you're almost there." He smiles, cheering you up a little.
Eventually you reach him and Rafe grabs you under your armpits when you're within his reach, spinning you around in the water one time. "You did it! See, wasn't so bad huh?"
You giggle. "Thank you Rafey..."
"Not for that kid. I'm proud of you." He says softly, now secretly glad you asked him to teach you. Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened.
The first time you walked? Was towards him when he came home from the country club. Riding a bike? Rafe was the one who patched up your knee when you fell. And now he teached you how to swim.
"Now we get ice cream?" You ask, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Rafe has to punish you after you act bratty at a Christmas party.
CW: smut! 18+ only! mean!rafe, brat taming, spanking, anal, mirror sex, rafe fishhooks his fingers in your mouth, ends with sweet!rafe.
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“Rafe, ‘m sorry!” You cry out, fighting against the grip he has on your upper arm.
Rafe stops in his tracks, slowly turning to face you. You stop fighting, standing still, swallowing harshly as you meet his darkened over eyes.
“You’re… You’re sorry?! You just— Fuck! Babe, you just fucking embarrassed me! In front of all our friends! Why the fuck did you think it was okay to fucking act out like that? I mean… Jesus, I thought we were past that little bratty act you played when we first met, but I guess you still need to be taught a fucking lesson.”
You open your mouth to speak but Rafe throws his free hand up in the air, letting you know he didn’t want to hear anymore excuses from you. You knew you fucked up, you knew popping off at him and testing at his patience by disobeying him was a mistake, but you were sick of him treating you like a child he could control.
Rafe gets you out to his truck, opening the passenger door and tossing you inside before slamming it shut. The doors lock automatically, and you’re too afraid to attempt escaping. Rafe didn’t scare you, but you knew when he was angry like this, it was best not to push him any further.
The drive back to Tannyhill is uncomfortably silent, and the second you’re in the driveway, your hands grow clammy, shaking as you lace and unlace them together. Rafe throws the truck in park, shutting off the engine and letting out a deep breath. He places both hands on the steering wheel, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turn white as his head hangs between his arms.
“Out.” He demands, not once looking up.
You quickly obey, opening your door and hopping out of the truck. You silently stand outside the car, watching as he gathers himself before he too exits the truck. He rounds the vehicle, reaching you in seconds and gripping your upper arm again, making you cry out from the way his fingers dig into the underside of your arm.
“Rafe! Please… I promise I’ll be-”
Rafe stops at the front door, his keys fisted into his other hand. He grits his teeth, his jaw clenched as he rolls his neck. “Just… Stop fucking talking, alright? You’ve said and done enough.”
Quickly unlocking the door, he tosses you past the threshold, slamming it shut behind him. He turns to face you, his pretty eyes darkened over, his anger evident in the way his nostrils flare and his jaw ticks. He lets out a slow, calm breath. “Upstairs. Now.” He demands, and the tone of his voice leaves no room for arguing.
You slowly let your head fall, playing with your fingers as you silently make your way up the stairs. Rafe’s heavy breathing can be heard behind you, followed by the loud thump of his feet hitting the stairs with each step he takes. You reach your bedroom door, your sweaty palm reaching out and grasping the handle.
Swallowing the knot in your throat you push the door open, making your way into the dark bedroom and slowly stripping yourself of your dress— the least you could do is make this easier, the less Rafe has to ask of you, the better.
Rafe strolls in behind you, leaving the door wide open as he makes his way toward you. He wraps his arms around your waist, his ringed fingers splaying against your stomach, sending a chill through your body. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as he runs his nose up the length of your neck. “Such a good girl, already stripped f’me…” He runs his hands up your sides, reaching your chest and cupping at your breasts harshly, pulling a sharp breath from you. “Unfortunately for you, that’s not enough. You embarrassed me, baby… You showed your ass and acted like a fuckin’ brat tonight… So… You know what I have to do.”
You softly nod your head. “I know… ‘M sorry Ra- ahh!”
Your words die, a scream escaping you when he grips your upper arm, his grip bruising as he digs his fingers into your skin. He drags you across the room, forcing you to stop in front of the dresser that sits against the back wall of the room, a large mirror sat on top of it. He pushes you forward, forcing your body to bend over the cold wood. Your fingers grip at the sides, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding on.
The sound of fabric ripping has you gasping, Rafe pulling your underwear clean off your body and tossing the shredded fabric onto the floor. Goosebumps line your arms and legs as the cool air in the room hits your soaked core and you press your thighs together. Rafe harshly slaps the backs of your thighs, making your head fall forward, a cry of pain and pleasure falling from your parted lips.
“Open your legs, baby, you know how this works.”
You slowly spread your legs, lowering your face down onto the dresser, the cool surface sending chills through your body. Rafe pushes off the dresser, putting some space between the two of you. You hear him open the closet door, the unmistakable sound of his belt being pulled from a hanger fills your ears. You lift your head, meeting Rafe’s eyes in the reflection. He smirks at you as he wraps the leather belt around his hands, slowly making his way toward you.
He steps behind you, slowly unwrapping the belt from his hand and bringing it down, dragging it across your ass. You suck in a sharp breath, body tensing as he continues to drag the leather belt across your skin. Goosebumps prickle across your arms, opening your mouth to speak but only a shrill scream escapes as Rafe lifts the belt, bringing it down to connect with your skin, a loud crack echoing through the room.
“That’s one. Gonna need you to count each one, baby. If you miss one, we start over.”
Tears fill your eyes and you swallow over the knot clogging your throat, mumbling a weak “Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” Rafe rasps, doubling the belt over and snapping it twice before he runs it over the red, sensitive spot on your ass.
Slap! The leather meets your skin again, on the left side this time, and you allow the tears to spill over. “T-Two..” you choke out.
Rafe continues his actions, slapping the leather belt against your ass before soothingly rubbing at the skin. By the time he’s done, your ass is red, raw and sore. Mascara stains your cheeks and your eyes burn, nostrils clogged from how hard you’d been crying.
Tossing the belt to the ground below, Rafe drops to his knees, his hands softly rubbing at your ass, making you hiss in a breath at the sting of his hands on your sore skin. His tongue darts out, licking at the deep red, welted marks left by his belt, his lips leaving soft kisses on the skin before he mumbles, “Look so perfect with your ass marked by my belt…” He places another soft kiss to your sore skin before he rises to his full height, towering behind you.
He wraps a hand in your hair, pulling your tear and mascara stained face off the dresser and forcing your bloodshot eyes on him through the mirror. “Do you think that was enough punishment, baby?”
You swallow thickly, knowing that he doesn’t believe it was. Rafe really believes in getting his point across, and ten slaps to your ass with his belt isn’t enough, so you slowly shake your head ‘no’.
He smiles widely, his eyes shining as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth. “Right answer, such a good girl, aren’t you baby?”
“Y-Yes… Your good girl, Rafe.” You stutter out, giving him your own weak smile.
Rafe releases your hair, letting your head fall forward. You loosen your hold on the dresser, allowing your muscles to relax for a moment as you listen to him remove his clothes behind you. You force your head up, meeting Rafe’s intense gaze through the reflection of the mirror once more, your eyes flitting down and staring at his long, thick cock.
Rafe smirks at you, spitting into the palm of his right hand before he tightly grips his cock, stroking himself as he slowly walks toward you again. The weight of his body presses into your backside, and you inhale sharply through your nose. Rafe continues to stroke his dick, coating his length with his spit before his left hand makes purchase on your hip.
“Relax, or this’ll hurt more than it needs to, baby.” Rafe rasps, pressing the swollen tip of his dick into your tight hole.
A whimper escapes you when his thick head disappears inside you, a low groan leaving Rafe as he places his right hand on your other hip, keeping you still as he slams his hips forward, burying himself inside you.
“Fuck! Rafe, s-so good! You’re so b-big… It hurts…” You whimper, tears spilling down your cheeks as Rafe keeps his hips flush against your ass. He lets out a low grunt, slowly pulling himself out and slamming forward again. Your hips slam against the dresser with each brutal thrust of Rafe’s hips, choked out sobs escaping you as he pounds himself into your ass.
“Takin’ my cock so good baby, my little slut loves when I fuck her ass doesn’t she? I think that’s why you misbehave…” He trails off, running his hands up your sides until he reaches your face. He hooks his index and middle fingers of both hands into the sides of your mouth, pulling tightly, forcing your mouth wide open and forcing your head up, putting your eyes on his through the mirror. “You misbehave because you love being punished… Don’t you, baby? You love when I shove my cock in this tight little ass, you love your ass being spanked raw.”
You try and choke out a response, but the way Rafe’s fingers were hooking into your mouth only had drool running down the sides of your lips. Rafe chuckled darkly, “Awww poor thing, can’t even fucking talk when I got you fish hooked like this. Turned you into a babbling, drooling mess.”
Rafe smirks, a low groan escaping him when he feels your tight ass squeezing at his dick. He pulls his right hand from your mouth, spitting down into his palm and landing a harsh slap against your sensitive skin before he begins pistoning his hips at a brutal pace, the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin bouncing off your bedroom walls.
“That’s it… That’s my girl, I feel your ass squeezing my cock… You gonna cum f’me? You gonna cum just from having your ass fucked, baby?”
More hot tears spill down your cheeks, your mind hazy as you slowly nod your head the best you can. You feel your pussy clenching around nothing while your ass tightens around Rafe’s cock. His thrusts become choppy, hips stuttering as his dick swells inside your ass. You cry out his name as a warm feeling takes over your body. You cum harder than you think you ever have before, and Rafe’s right behind you, dropping his left hand from your mouth and burying his face into the crook of your neck. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he cums inside your ass in long, slow spurts.
Once he comes down from his high, he’s kissing softly at your shoulder, kissing over the teeth marks he’d left in your smooth skin. He slowly pulls his cock from your ass, gently peeling your fingers off the sides of the dresser and lifting you into his arms. He carries you into the bathroom, placing a loving kiss on the top of your head as he whispers, “You know I love you, right? Please don’t make me have to do that again anytime soon… I hate hurting you.”
omlll i LOVED this, especially since anal is like one of my biggest kinks 😋
“The sound of fabric ripping has you gasping, Rafe pulling your underwear clean off your body and tossing the shredded fabric onto the floor. Goosebumps line your arms and legs as the cool air in the room hits your soaked core and you press your thighs together. Rafe harshly slaps the backs of your thighs, making your head fall forward, a cry of pain and pleasure falling from your parted lips.”
this did something to me oml gimme a minute
““Takin’ my cock so good baby, my little slut loves when I fuck her ass doesn’t she? I think that’s why you misbehave…” He trails off, running his hands up your sides until he reaches your face. He hooks his index and middle fingers of both hands into the sides of your mouth, pulling tightly, forcing your mouth wide open and forcing your head up, putting your eyes on his through the mirror. “You misbehave because you love being punished… Don’t you, baby? You love when I shove my cock in this tight little ass, you love your ass being spanked raw.””
“You try and choke out a response, but the way Rafe’s fingers were hooking into your mouth only had drool running down the sides of your lips. Rafe chuckled darkly, “Awww poor thing, can’t even fucking talk when I got you fish hooked like this. Turned you into a babbling, drooling mess.””
STOPP THIS IS SO HOT PWINMCHAURIFB
““That’s it… That’s my girl, I feel your ass squeezing my cock… You gonna cum f’me? You gonna cum just from having your ass fucked, baby?””
Yes yes i would 😩
This entire fic is SO good and i will be rereading it on numerous occasions, Rafe + anal is just… *chefs kiss* 💋
hi baby!! i was wondering - how doctor!rafe and you would meet?🧸
hi angel !! eeeek, ive been thinking about it & i’m a sucker for meet-cutes so prepare yourself cause it's cliche but it fits so well
warnings — fluff, meet-cute (v cliche), that's pretty much it
a/n — me writing fluff ??? thats new
one minute, you were singing and dancing in the shower to get ready for a date, and the next, your roommate was driving you to the hospital after you had clumsily slipped, bumping your head when you fell in the shower. the entire ride there, you were groaning, holding your head, “i don’t need to go to the hospital, i’m fine!”. your roommate couldn’t help but snort, “fine? you could have a concussion, you just don’t want to go because you hate hospitals.”
“i can’t help that they freak me out,” you bickered, rolling your eyes. “glad to see you still manage to have a little attitude after hitting your head, maybe you didn’t hit it hard enough,” your roommate teased. “look, my brother is a doctor at the hospital, he’s just going to check your head to make sure you’re okay. there’s nothing to be scared of,” she reassured. “it’s not like you’re giving me much of a choice, sarah,” you winced, pressing the ice pack to your head.
“stop being dramatic, you’ll live,” sarah shook her head, “maybe…” she added, holding back a giggle when you glared at her. she pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, quickly getting out to help you out of her car and into the building. sarah led the two of you towards the front desk, helping you lean against it as she talks to the receptionist.
at this point, you zoned out, looking around until your eyes landed on a tall figure. “sarah, you didn’t tell me that hot doctors actually exist,” you smacked at her arm to get her attention as the man started to approach the two of you. “sarah? what are you doing here?” his deep voice rang through your ears, making you feel even more lightheaded than you already were.
“my roommate slipped and hit her head in the shower. she hates hospitals, but i figured if i asked for you, maybe she’ll feel at ease with someone i know,” sarah explained. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking back and forth between the two, “this is rafe, my brother. rafe, this is my roommate,” she introduced the two of you. your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, thanking the fact that sarah didn’t hear you call her brother hot.
you avoided eye contact with rafe as he guided you and sarah to an examination room, guiding you to sit down. your nails scratched at the examination table in anxiousness, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by rafe. “hey, s’okay, i’m just gonna check your head, eyes, and ask a few questions to ensure you don’t have a concussion,” he informed.
nearing the end of the examination, sarah stepped out to answer john b’s call. “alright, last thing i need to do is check your eyes, is that okay?” rafe asked, earning a nod from you. “how did you fall?” he questioned, “oh, i…was singing and dancing in the shower and slipped,” your face flushed in embarrassment. “you were having your own little concert, huh?” he chuckled, trying to ease your nerves as he shone the light in your eye, your breath catching in your throat at how close he was as he checked both eyes.
he turned his penlight off, “luckily, you didn’t seem to hit your head too hard, but you do have a mild concussion. i want you to take it easy for the next few days and rest.”
“okay, thank you, doctor cameron,” you smile softly. “you can call me rafe, you know. it’s not like we’re complete strangers considering you’re my sister’s roommate,” he pointed out. “okay, well, thank you, rafe,” you grin, “think you helped me just a little with my fear of hospitals.”
“yeah? guess being a hot doctor helps, huh?” he teased, enjoying the way your face turned colors before letting out a sigh of relief when sarah walked back into the room.
Every mid-December, the palace comes alive in an entirely novel way with the bustling preparations for the annual winter ball that the king and queen host to celebrate ‘another wonderful year’.
The once quiet and calm castle transforms into something colorful and vivid with the mouthwatering smell of cakes and pastries cooking in the ovens of the royal kitchen, along with maids and other servants whirling around the long hallways as they place intricate decorations and shiny ribbons all over the broad staircases and windows.
She’s grateful she doesn’t have to partake in the hustle and bustle all that much since her primary duties include taking care of the prince and ensuring he has everything and anything he could possibly need.
Although right now, she sort of wishes she could be stringing up polished ornaments or garnishing elegant baked goods because apparently, being the prince’s personal maid sometimes means sitting quietly in his bedchambers (as per his request to keep him company while he’s reading) with her own thoughts and the sounds outside the door her only source of entertainment.
Therefore, she’s elated when he suddenly turns to face her in his armchair— flitting his eyes over to her from the hefty book that seems to have made him exasperated rather than enthralled.
“Will you join me for a walk? All this noise is makin’ m’head hurt.”
There’s enthusiasm in the nod of her head; a yearning to see the fresh layer of snow covering the trees and painting the entire kingdom with its powdery whiteness— the aftermath of last night’s blizzard. She doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the crystalline snowfall glittering under the touch of the afternoon sun— or maybe a certain pair of aquamarine eyes, but that’s beside the point.
“That would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” she easily agrees.
“How many times do I have to tell you how much I despise that name? There’s no need to use it when s’just me,” he scolds her before he’s straightening up and stretching out his arms over his head.
“My apologies, it’s a habit,” she rises to her feet as well; trying her hardest not to let her eyes linger on the sliver of his stomach peeking out from underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.
“I don’t want your apologies, want you to use my name,” he says before stepping closer— standing tall before her and forcing her to blink up at him in order to meet his eyes. “Go on, sweetheart, say it,” he practically orders; eager eyes fixed on her face.
She hesitates under the sudden attention. He’s always seemed so fascinated by her and she doesn’t know why.
“Um…Rafe.”
He lets out a hum of approval. “That’s good. You ready to leave?”
“Y— yes, uh, Rafe.”
“Good job. Not so difficult, is it?” he coos at her almost mockingly— fingertips grazing the skin of her cheek when he tucks a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear.
She merely shakes her head— a warmth dusting over the apples of her cheeks when his touch lingers on the side of her face afterwards. And for a moment, she thinks she’s going to drown in the lagoons of his eyes, but then he clears his throat and offers the palm of his hand for her to take.
And it’s rather unusual for someone of his status to do; a prince who’s bound to wear the crown one day holding his maid’s hand isn’t exactly something that’s written in any book regarding the royal etiquette. However, he’s never been one to allow for dreadful rules and traditions to dictate his behavior, especially not towards her.
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“Are you looking forward to the winter ball?” she asks when they stop by the stables to check up on his horse, Jupiter.
“You know I hate dancin’,” he mutters out as he watches its teeth grind on the carrot he brought with him.
She smiles because she does know, before letting out a wistful sigh. “I wish I could attend.”
“You do? Why?” he’s perplexed by her enthusiasm towards something he considers as more tedious than anything— having to plaster on a smile for an entire night and socialize with people he doesn’t necessarily care for in order to humor his father never being something he’s particularly taken delight in.
Especially when Sarah is going to be the one receiving all of their father’s attention anyway. Not that he cares (he does) but he would appreciate it, if for once in his life, his old man would show him even an ounce of the care he seems to so easily shower his sisters in.
“Well, I’d love to wear a ball gown, but mostly for the food,” her feather-light voice brings him back to the moment.
“I’ll make sure to bring you a plate ‘n you can eat it in my room then, yeah?” he promises as he runs his fingers through Jupiter’s black main.
“You would do that?”
“If you promise not to tell the other maids or they’re gonna accuse you of gettin’ special treatment,” his tone is playful.
“They already do that,” she points out. “They think we spend too much time together.”
“And what do you think?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy your company,” she answers truthfully. After all, she has grown quite fond of Rafe throughout the years. Sometimes she just wishes he wasn’t so overwhelming, in every sense of the word.
“Yeah?” a smirk pulls at the side of his mouth, seemingly pleased with her answer.
She’s certain he’s well aware of the effect he has on her— the effect he has on everyone. And she thinks that he enjoys it; relishes in toying with her for his own amusement simply because he can. He can practically do anything he wants since his father is oftentimes gone for long periods of time; fulfilling his duties for the kingdom and whatnot.
And she knows Rafe doesn’t particularly mind the fact that his father is rarely home because he’s always been hard on him, much harder than on his sisters because whether he likes it or not, he’s set off to be the new king one day. And his reputation of having female guests over more often than not whenever his father is away doesn’t necessarily help with gaining his approval.
After all, rumor travels fast around the palace.
Rafe once admitted to her that he often felt like a disappointment, and that the pressure of everyone’s expectations sometimes made him wish he was nothing more than a stableman. After all, he does get along with horses better than he ever has with his family— it’s not exactly a secret amongst the royal court.
“Would you wanna go for a ride with me? Think Jupiter’s gettin’ bored,” he suddenly asks.
“Oh, I would love to but I’ve never, um, ridden a horse before,” she timidly admits.
“No? You wanna know how it feels? You could jus’ sit behind me, don’t need to do anythin’, yeah?” he coaxes her to say yes with a seemingly sincere smile; already walking Jupiter out of its stable and leaving her no choice but to follow them outside.
“Really?” the frosty air causes a shiver to crawl up her spine when she eyes him, hesitant.
“Mhm. Promise nothing’s gonna happen, I’ll take care of you. ‘N I know you’ll like it, s’very freeing,” he assures her as he’s already saddling up the horse, seemingly aware that she could never refuse him of anything.
“Okay...if you insist,” she tentatively agrees with a nod that he rewards with a beaming grin; the icy snowflakes sticking to his hair making him look like something straight out of a fairy tale.
Then, he’s lifting her up to straddle the entirely too big of an animal that sort of still scares her— strong hands gripping onto her hips and leaving her momentarily starstruck at how effortlessly he does it; as if she weighs nothing more than the carrot Jupiter was just chewing on.
He follows soon after, settling down in front of her with ease before looking at her over his shoulder. “Need you to hold onto me unless you wanna fall,” he instructs, seemingly reveling in the fact that he gets to be the one teaching her something new.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” she says, gingerly setting her hands on his waist, movements uncertain.
“Gonna need you to hold on tighter, promise I won’t bite,” he huffs out a laugh before he’s grabbing her arms and wrapping them around his middle more firmly— forcing her to fully lean against his back when the sudden clip-clopping of Jupiter’s hooves against the snow-covered cobblestone causes her to let out a surprised shriek.
“Good?” he asks, seemingly amused at the way she’s practically clutching onto him as the cottony snow prances around them.
She manages out a hum, wondering if he can hear her poor heart loudly thumping in her ribcage when he decides to pick up the speed some more, as if she wasn’t already terrified.
“Rafe! Can you slow down?” she squeaks out when Jupiter seems to only accelerate further underneath them.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he lets out a hearty chuckle in response, apparently finding amusement in her utterly frightened state while she wonders why she let herself think for even one second that he had pure intentions.
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“Y/N? Will you go look for my son? I fear he’s once again escaped his responsibilities to God knows where,” the king requests with an exasperated sigh while she’s crouching down and helping a servant clean up the sharp pieces of a shattered wine glass— the sound of laughter and dancing flourishing around them.
And she could swear she saw Rafe conversing with a guest only a few short moments ago. However, as she looks around in an attempt to locate the missing prince, he’s nowhere to be found.
“Right away, Your Majesty,” she’s quick to answer with a polite smile.
“Thank you,” he nods gratefully, seemingly fed up with his son already.
She ensures that the poor girl who accidentally cut her finger on the broken shards is not going to faint before tiptoeing up the broad flight of stairs in order to reach the higher levels of the palace— the loud music and blooming celebrations echoing around the halls.
“Your Highness? Are you in there?” she knocks softly on the mahogany door leading to his bedroom.
However, she isn’t granted a response.
“Rafe?” she tries once more before pressing her ear against the wood separating her from the muffled sounds she can now hear from the other side— brows furrowing when something akin to a whimper reaches her ears.
It sounds nothing like Rafe; it has a higher pitch, something more feminine than his usual drawl. And as she stands there, contemplating whether something is wrong or if she should just leave, the volume only amplifies.
And in a moment of cloudy judgement, she finds herself pushing down on the handle.
However, she curses her curiosity the moment the door cracks open and she’s faced with the view of some woman’s naked back. Her long, beautiful hair reminds her of lady Lydia (a daughter of one of the dukes invited to the ball) with none other than the prince himself underneath her sweaty form.
The sheets that she changed this morning are crumpled and creased around them and without the barrier of the door, she can now hear Rafe’s low grunts as well— can see how his big hands guide her movements. And they’re both panting heavily, seemingly lost in some haze— maybe the same one that forces her to stay rooted to her spot in the doorway.
With her eyes as wide as saucers and mouth parted, she’s not entirely sure how long she stands there for. Until out of the blue, she notices Rafe’s eyes flickering over to her— a smirk tugging at his mouth when he catches her staring.
She tries to move her legs but they won’t listen; making his lazy grin only grow in tandem with his strained groans that seem to only increase in volume as he locks his eyes with her.
And she can’t breathe; the air clogging her lungs instead of flowing through as her dazed mind tries to get her to do something, anything to get her to leave the room but his heady gaze seems to have hypnotized her— compelled her to stay right where she is.
All at once, a gravelly noise rumbles from his chest— his head dropping against the cushion of his fluffy pillows, seemingly reaching some sort of a peak in his search for pleasure as the woman above him begins to slow down her movements. And that’s when she’s finally able to step away; shutting the door behind her before scurrying down the stairs with bated breaths and heart pounding in her ears.
When she reaches the bottom, she accidentally stumbles into someone holding a golden serving tray— causing it to topple over to the floor with a loud clatter.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes before her wobbly legs are scrambling off in an attempt to locate the nearest escape route to the garden.
And once she’s managed to make it outdoors, she feels like she can finally breathe— the crisp December wind granting her heated skin an opportunity to cool down as she sits down on one of the wooden benches with a sigh.
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c/w: stepcest, he’s her father figure, kinda angsty, slight somnophilia & some dubcon fingering, use of dad, 18+ mdni!
wc: 880
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Her relationship with her stepdad has always been rather strange.
But she’s never really minded, because it felt nice to have someone fill that hollow pit inside her, the one that’s always been there, haunting her ever since her father left when she was just a little girl. An itch she could never quite scratch.
It didn’t help that her mother was never exactly present in her life either— always too busy with work or looking for solace from the bottom of a wine bottle or blaming her for everything wrong in her life.
She was sixteen when her mom brought Rafe home for the first time. And she never quite understood why he had married the woman in the first place— why he filed for divorce only after she’d moved out for uni, and not the moment he found out his wife wasn’t spending all those late nights in the office, but instead in the bed of a stranger.
However, she didn’t much care for his reasons because he’d always been more of a parent to her than the people who were supposed to. She always secretly wished he would’ve been her real dad— not just someone she assumed felt obligated to take her under his wing when he found out how horribly she’d been treated all her life.
That’s why she never really paid too much attention to his lingering touches or the borderline controlling tendencies that always seemed to fizzle to the surface whenever she’d do something he deemed bad. She was just happy that she finally had someone who made her feel safe, protected. What more could she really ask for?
It felt nice when someone cared.
And now, even if she’s legally an adult and capable of making her own decisions, she prefers when Rafe makes them for her. After all, is it so wrong to just want to be taken care of?
Because university was a lot. And the never-ending deadlines, assignments and all the late nights she spent trying to understand something she just couldn’t, had grown into this hurricane inside of her. It swallowed up everything that once made life beautiful and worth living; hiding them away from her, until she was crying to her phone nearly every night with her daddy on the other end, trying to calm her down, but to no avail.
And she could only take it for so long until one day, she was knocking on the door of Rafe’s brand new house with tear-soaked eyes and a suitcase— his strong arms wrapped tightly around her the only thing able to placate her in months because with him, everything felt secure.
And she liked spending time with him and living on the island, had even gotten a weekend job at a surf shop (despite his protests) because she wanted to do something useful, something other than loitering around the house that felt more like a spooky mansion whenever he was at work.
The empty hallways and her spacious bedroom were especially unsettling at night when she’d had a bad dream— more often than not making her tiptoe over to Rafe’s bedroom with a pout, asking if she could sleep there instead. ‘Of course you can, sweetheart’ he’d always murmur; voice gravelly with sleep and already making space for her under the covers…
Then one night, as she’s peacefully snoozing off in his warm embrace, his fingertips slip past the waistband of her fleecy pajama bottoms— merely grazing at the smooth skin of her lower tummy, telling himself he’s just trying to do something with his hands so sleep could find him faster.
That’s until he notices she’s not wearing any panties, getting an insatiable urge to tuck his fingers between her soft thighs— already meeting a sticky mess there. After all, he only has so much self-control around the innocent little angel he swears was sent from heaven just for him to taint; to ruin.
And it’s not like she seems to mind with the way she snuggles closer to him in her sweet slumber; the round of her ass pressing closer and closer against his crotch with every unconscious shift of her hips.
Only when he begins mindlessly thumbing at her clit, does she stir— drowsy voice panicky when she mumbles out something inaudible.
“Shh. S’just me, relax, yeah?” he hushes her, wet fingertips rubbing lazy circles over her weepy cunt when she whines— a complaint already blossoming on her tongue, something about him being gross, no doubt.
“Is dad not makin’ you feel nice?” he coos, other hand dragging her closer with a grip on her thigh when she tries to pull away.
“This is— you shouldn’t…” she stumbles over her words, trying to wriggle away from his overwhelming touch.
“Shh, what do I always tell you, hm?” he clicks his tongue, his hold firm as he coaxes her to tell him what he wants to hear.
Momentarily, she gets distracted from squirming around as she searches through her fuzzy brain before whispering out the answer. “…dad knows what’s best.”
“There you go, that’s m’girl,” he breathes out, pressing a gentle kiss to the apple of her cheek as a reward— smiling against the skin when she lets out a muffled whimper, because his hands do feel nice.
What’s in My Bag Interview || Drew Starkey x actress!reader
Summary: Reader partaking in Refinery29’s What’s In My Bag interview!!!!!!
Warnings: none!!!
Word count: 1,127
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The camera pans in as two smiling women stand before a white table. One speaks first, "Hi, I'm Brianna," she says, flashing a grin. "And I'm Sara," the second chimes in, her energy equally lively. "And we're about to spill it!" Brianna declares. "And guess whose celebrity bag this is!" Sara finishes.
Off-camera, you sit comfortably in front of a monitor, arms crossed and lips curved into an amused smile. as the two dive into your bag with giddy curiosity. The first item they fish out is your phone. "Okay, wait—no case?" Brianna gasps, holding it up for the camera to see. "Bold choice," Sara agrees, examining it closely. Then her eyes narrow.
"Wait, who’s this on the wallpaper?" They angle the screen toward the camera, revealing the photo. "Is this her boyfriend?" Sara guesses, her tone suddenly conspiratorial. "Or maybe just some random guy at Disneyland," Brianna jokes, though the way she squints at the image suggests she doesn’t fully believe it.
Behind the monitor, your shoulders shake with silent laughter, enjoying the speculation. Next, Brianna pulls out your sunglasses. "Ooh, vintage Chanel," she gushes, inspecting the delicate details on the frames before showing the camera, "she's got style." "Agreed," Sara nods.
Then she pulls out something heavier. "Okay, so there's a camera in here, like old school film camera" Sara announces, holding it up. Brianna digs deeper in your bag, before pulling out a roll of film. "So is this a clue? Should I open it?" Sara wonders aloud. "Maybe don’t," Brianna laughs nervously as they exchange giggles.
"Okay, next—Ted Gibson Texture Spray," Sara announces, holding up the bottle like a prize. "We love this!" "So good," Brianna agrees, nodding. "So she's got great hair," Brianna continues as you make eye contact with the camera that is focused on you and playfully flip your hair. "And what’s this?" Brianna pulls out your hand cream.
"How do you even say this? Goe… Go-ee oil?" Brianna stumbles, sniffing it cautiously. "Interesting smell," Sara comments, scrunching her nose. "It kinda smells like sunscreen," Brianna comments as you let out a soft snort, leaning closer to the camera and whispering "I thought it smelled good!"
Sara's hand then closes around something shiny and gold. "The only way out is through," she reads from the surface of a coin, inspecting it closely. Sara furrows her brow. "Is this… a medal?" "No, wait—it says ‘challenge coin,’" Brianna corrects, turning it over in her hands.
"Is this, like, a secret society thing?" Sara wonders. "Or maybe a movie prop?" Brianna counters. Behind the monitor, you laugh to yourself, your shoulders shaking slightly. "Drinking game!" You say lowly to the camera, amused by their speculation. "Maybe an actress?" Brianna says as Sara hums thoughtfully.
You turn your head to the camera again, winking. Sara then pulls out a small pin with the text “LOVE DC, GO” embossed on it. "Okay, are you from DC?" Brianna asks, holding it up for the camera. Laughing, you shake your head. "Initials!" you say quietly, clearly enjoying yourself.
"Ooh, cute," Sara pulls out your nail paint. "OPI in the colour 'Girl', super cute," Sara says. You flash your nails at the camera. "Did these in the car on the way here!" you confess with a cheeky grin. Brianna then pulls out your car keys. "Keys to a Mercedes," Brianna observes, dangling them in the air. "She’s driving in style," Sara teases.
They then pull out some gum. "So she's definitely someone who talks to people a lot," Sara guesses as Brianna pulls out some cash. "Canadian money?" Brianna says, unfolding the bill. "Is she Canadian maybe?" Sara questions. "Wait—there’s also Barbadian dollars. Are you Bajan?" Brianna asks, genuinely curious as she looks at the camera.
You silently laugh, throwing your head back, unable to hold yourself back. "A fan favourite!" Brianna gasps, holding up your Baccara Rouge 540 perfume. "She smells good!" Sara comments. They then pull out some bar wrappers. "She's on the go! I feel like she is someone who travels a lot. She's either an actress, or a travel influencer." Sara comments.
"She's an important person, obviously, she's in front of the camera. Whether that's her own, or other people's camera." Brianna guesses. "Can we get a hint?" Sara questions. "She's in the Outer banks cast," the producer says as the two girls look at each other with a knowing look. "Is it Y/n Y/l/n?" They say, "Yes! You're right!" The producer confirms, and you step into view, pulling off your headphones with a big grin as they squeal.
"Hi!" you greet, waving as you step onto the set. "You’re even more gorgeous in person!" Sara exclaims, pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you return the embrace before turning to Brianna. "Aw, thank you! It’s so nice to meet you both!" you say, settling between them.
"How did it feel watching us go through your stuff?" Brianna question, "Hilarious," you admit, still laughing. "I was cracking up the whole time," you say as they chuckle. "I thought this was a good clue because we shot OBX in Barbados the past couple seasons," you say picking up the Barbadian money as their mouths drop in synchronised surprise.
"And this," You pick up the coin, "Charlie, who plays Big John in the series, gave everybody this coin for a drinking game. It’s part of a drinking game and basically, if someone challenges you with their coin and you don’t have yours, you buy drinks." You explain.
"And I think it says," You start, opening the coin package, "yeah, Outer Banks season three," You chuckle. "Oh my goodness, we should have opened it but we didn't want to be nosey," Brianna says as you laugh. "Yeah, no you should!" You say. "Now we know next time," Sara adds on as the three of your chuckle.
"This is a pin I got when we wrapped Glass Onion," you explain, holding up the small, gold-embossed pin. "The ‘DC’ stands for Daniel Craig," you add with a smile. Their eyes widen, and Brianna lets out an excited gasp. "Love Daniel Craig!" she exclaims, her tone brimming with enthusiasm.
"Same," you chuckle, enjoying their reactions. "This is actually my second pin, though," you admit, tilting your head slightly. "I lost the first one but he was sweet enough to give me this replacement just last week in London," You explain.
Next, you pick up your phone. "This is my co star and boyfriend Drew Starkey," You reveal with a grin as the girls erupt into cheers "I thought this would be another fun clue," You chuckle. "That we failed," Brianna chuckles. You laugh. "One of my favourite people. Hi, babe!" you add with a wink at the camera.
summary; being with rafe means being with the camerons which means going to large events full of businessmen and looking pretty while your boyfriend makes his face known. these events are the kinds of things you can’t get out of, even if you are absolutely not in the right headspace and being there will cause more of an inconvenience for you and rafe than not
content; subspace, ddlg themes, thumb sucking, fingering, ‘dad’ nickname
authors note; trying out a new format for my fics! basically the same just without a moodboard lol
you walk into the venue, hanging from rafe’s arm like an accessory. your dress is uncomfortable, your heels are rubbing at your feet, your hair is pulled back and it’s hurting your scalp. normally these are all things that you can put up with for the few hours that these functions last for, but today you’re not feeling right, you’ve been using your head for too long and you need to be taken care of right now.
that’s not an option, rafe had made that ever so obvious when you’d nearly slipped away in the car trying to mouth at his neck. he’d told you that you can’t stop thinking right now, and he is not going to be letting you slip away until after the function when you’re back in the security of your own home.
you’re halfway gone already whether he likes it or not, inside the venue he has to keep you close to his side, and he doesn’t miss that absent look in your eyes. you stay quiet while he mingles with many businessmen whom you do not know, answering with nothing but little incoherent murmurs when you’re addressed.
rafe chuckles, “excuse me sirs,” he looks down at you and then back up again, “my girlfriend is feeling… under the weather tonight.” he explains before turning away, taking you with him. as you both walk towards the dining hall he leans down to speak to you, “can’t do this right now.” he tells you, “you’re gonna keep being a big girl like I’ve told you to, ‘kay?” it’s not a question, it’s a command, you must stay there, stay with rafe.
“m’trying.” you huff, still leaning against him, trying to be as close to him as you can, “it’s hard… just need you dad..” you look up at him with wide eyes. you need him to get it, you need to have him take care of you.
“dont care, you’re gonna hold out okay?” and that is the end of the conversation as you take your place in your assigned seats for the meal. rose is next to you, ward is next to rafe. there are two more businessmen at the table, each accompanied by their wives.
you take a moment to look at the set menu. it’s all fancy shit that you don’t want! you want to be at home, this stupid function is so dumb. you need to stop thinking, but you can’t.
you’re half tuned into the small talk of the table when the waiters bring out starters. steak tartare. you have to stop yourself from gagging when it’s placed in front of you, what an abomination of food. you can’t believe that the concept of riches became, and this is what they came up with for it.
you don’t manage one bite before subtly spitting it out into your napkin. you can’t do this anymore, you can’t sit here, you can’t think anymore. you push your chair back and stand up, lip wobbling as you don’t even make an excuse before you push your chair back and stand up.
upon realising that you’ve drawn eyes, you send rafe an urgent look and he sighs in deep annoyance before standing with you. “excuse us. she has an upset stomach.” he makes something up before placing a hand on your lower back and starting to walk you towards the restroom.
rafe pushes the door open and leads you inside. it’s a large, rather extravagant bathroom. there’s a parting area where the sink is, and then another door leading to the toilet area. rafe ushers you in and takes you to the counter where the sink is, lifting you up to sit on it. it seems he’s finally accepted that you can’t hold out in this headspace anymore.
you sniffle, it’s all crashing down on you now, finally in a private space with the one such unlikely person that you feel safe with. “I need-”
“I know.” he cuts you off, sighing exasperatedly, but his gaze softens and he brings his hand up to your face, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb so you can take it in and suck, “need dad. m’here.” he speaks defeatedly.
you take his thumb thankfully, closing your eyes and finally allowing yourself to slip into that oh so happy place. your whole body relaxes and you find yourself falling forward to be supported by his upper body where he stands in between your legs in front of the counter.
“there you go,” he sighs, reluctantly providing the care that you need from him. “just suck on dad’s thumb.” he rubs your back, letting you fully relax into your headspace. you feel serene, all of your troubles melting away. you’re safe now. safe with dad.
he sighs, “can never do this when it’s convenient can you?” even though the most prominent tone in his voice is clear frustration, you only allow yourself to notice the small amount of affection. it brings you great comfort, and with no understanding of his rhetorical question, you nod against his shoulder.
he chuckles, rubbing your back, “m’gonna take care of you, then you’re gonna be my big girl again until the end of this thing,” he presents, pulling you back so that your wide eyes make contact with his. “think that’s fair?”
you look up, “don’t wanna be a big girl,” you shake your head, “want to stay with dad.” you tell him, voice quiet from being relaxed, and warbled around the digit that remains in your mouth.
he tuts gently, “gotta compromise,” he tells you, curling his thumb in your mouth just a little to cause you some sensation. “can you do that? make a compromise for dad?” he raises his eyebrows, making a clear command, not a request.
you huff moodily, but you nod, knowing that if you don’t do as he says then you’ll be forced to come out of this headspace much sooner than what would be your compromise. “just,” you start, pulling his thumb from your mouth for a second so that you can talk, “just look after me now dad. please?”
he nods, “alright, alright.” his hand comes down, thumb now soaked in saliva. he slips it under the short skirt of your dress and brushes your clit through the lace of your underwear, making you shiver from much needed stimulation.
you shift around slightly on the marble counter, allowing your skirt to ride up a little and bunch around your hips. rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your glossy cunt to him, making your need for him so obvious.
he smirks, and his thumb brushes through your folds, as you react physically he supports you like a pillar, strong and sturdy and there for you. you let yourself go limp against him and he lets himself push two fingers inside.
slowly but surely, he starts to finger you, and he does it good. he doesn’t treat you like this often, normally there must be something in it for him. so it’s such a relief when he does something specifically for you, just for you.
you relax into bliss for what easily feels like hours even though it’s not. pleasure that reaches you so well, so deeply like it’s in your bones. you open your mouth, nearly biting his shoulder to muffle the noises that you want to make. there’s sure to be a large patch of slobber there when you’re done but you don’t care.
your whole body squirms, as much as it can in this limited space of movement. your legs shake, and your belly ripples with every wave of blissful pleasure that washes over you.
you can barely think of where you are by the time that climax finally reaches you. all thoughts leave your mind and the only thing you can do is whimper a small “oh, dad!” as it happens. it lasts you a minute, and you are completely out of breath afterwards.
“hey,” rafe pushes you up from where you lay limp on his shoulder, “gonna come back to me now,” he tells you, “come back to rafe.”
rafe. rafe. rafe. you don’t want to, you want to stay with dad in this thoughtless state of mind. but it’s not an option, so you must return to your uncomfortable, half gone headspace for the rest of the night until he can take you home and be dad for real. not quickly and rushed like this.
with great difficulty and great reluctance, you nod. “rafe,” you murmur sadly, “m’here with you rafe.”
rafe smiles affectionately, “there you go, good girl.”
warnings: pet names, swearing, new relationship, kissing, they have not had sex yet, brief unprotected p in v, fingering, spanking, oral (female receiving), oral (brief; male receiving), praise, teasing, soft!rafe, handjob, finger sucking, cum tasting, ownership kink, sex toys, brief rough sex, rafe goes through the readers things, thigh slapping
All of my asks got deleted 💕😭 so I'm not sure who requested this, but thank you! The premise is that Rafe goes through your things while you’re showering and finds out you might not be as innocent as he thought.
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* the red indented text is the Tumblr story *
Reader’s POV:
Rafe lay sprawled on your bed, his large body barely contained by the queen mattress. His legs were draped off the edge, lazily tossing a football into the air as he waited for you to get out of the shower. The faint hiss of water running in the bathroom had an oddly calming effect, but it did little to take his attention from the nagging temptation right beside him… your phone.
He wasn't the snooping type—or so he’d like to think. You were sweet and trusting, and your relationship was so new. The last thing he wanted was to screw it up by overstepping. But the phone vibrated again, its screen lighting up, and curiosity got the better of him.
"This is fucked," he mutters to himself, glancing toward the bathroom door to make sure you wouldn't catch him nonetheless.
He froze as he unlocked the screen, his jaw falling slack with shock. It wasn’t TikTok or Instagram… It wasn't Pinterest or anything he had seen on Wheezie or Sarah’s phone. This was something entirely different. “Shit,” he whispers, running his hand over his smirk as he continues to read the porn on the page before him.
Your fingers stroke the underside of his thick cock, making him moan into his mouth; his breaths choppy as you wrap your fingers around him, rubbing with the cadence of your kiss. Your fingertips ghost over his swollen tip, making him seethe through his teeth before biting your lip.
His palm slams over his lips as he gasps and chuckles— eyes widening on the page as he reads. What the fuck is this? Is this a romance novel? I mean—I guess… He thinks to himself. Not just romantic in the generic sense, but detailed, explicit, and absolutely nothing like what he was expecting his sweet, innocent girlfriend to read. I mean, what the fuck is Kinkmas, anyway?
Rafe palms at his cock, already pushing against his pants. Finding him not getting off on the words he was consuming but the woman consuming them. His mind spins with the thought of you reading this with one hand on your phone and the other in your panties, playing with yourself as you read each filthy word.
Rafe's lips twitch into a grin as he scrolls down a few lines. “No way…” He shakes his head in disbelief, reading a little more.
He spits in your mouth, his climax landing on your tongue. “Swallow it, baby,” he whispers against your lips, gentle yet commanding, sending chills down your spine.
The contrast between the innocent image he had of you and the vivid story on your screen sent a rush of warmth through him, his body tingling, heart pumping fast. He even found himself getting a little bashful at the thought of it, turning slightly only to see his blushed cheeks in the reflection of your floor-length mirror.
"Wow," he whispers.
Unable to help himself now, Rafe's curiosity grows. He returns the phone to the bed and lets his eyes wander around your room. It’s cozy, filled with little personal touches—string lights, a collection of books, the aroma of your sugar cookie candle wafting in the air. His eyes fall onto your nightstand, and for just a second, he does hesitate. But he wants to know more.
"C’mon, man. Don't do it," he whispers, scolding himself, already reaching for the handle.
The drawer opens, nothing out of the ordinary: the chapstick he loves, an extra phone charger, a small wrapped Christmas present for him. His heart flutters as he sees it, and he smiles at himself, proud for at least not giving that a shake to guess what’s inside.
“Damn…” He freezes again. A pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs from your Halloween costume were tucked to the side, half-hidden by a scarf. He grabs the scarf, pulling it out nice and slow, finding a black satin bag below it.
Rafe’s heart races, a mix of surprise and exhilaration coursing through his veins. “Holy shit, princess. What do we have here, huh?” He whispers, grinning like he had just found hidden treasure. He can only imagine what’s inside; he had a couple of ideas based on the silhouettes alone. He never imagined you’d have something like this. Not you, the girl who blushed when he kissed your forehead in public.
“Damnit.” He slams the drawer shut as he hears someone walk by, making the contents rattle. He lifts his fingers and runs them through his hair. His heart pounding in his head softens, letting him hear a new sound.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. He looks down at your phone, but the screen is black— no call or alarm coming in. His eyes double as he looks down in the other direction, getting closer to the source. He grabs the handle, pulls the drawer open, and sees the contents inside shifted from how hard he shut it.
He pulls back the scarf, watching the satin bag vibrate and turn slowly. Rafe snatches the bag and peers inside, gasping again as he sees your toys. He didn’t recognize two—more familiar with the third. He pulls the rabbit vibrator out of the bag, watching in awe and lust as it swirls and shakes. He snaps himself out of his daze enough to shut it off.
Rafe looks down at his body and then toward the door, curiosity getting the better of him. He tosses the bag to the bed and loops his fingers around his grey sweats, tugging them down enough to release his aching cock. His length slaps against his shirt, standing straight with a slight curve.
He lifts the vibrator in one hand, hissing at the contact when he wraps his fist around the other. Rafe holds them up next to each other, smiling smugly as he catches all the differences playing in his favor. He could see all the veins and ridges of his cock where the toy was smooth, the girth of his dick wider than the silicone shaft. Rafe pumps his dick a few times, feeling the blood pump through it.
He tosses his head back as he drags his hand up a little more, lowering his eyes again to watch the bead of precum that was gathered at his swollen tip roll slowly down the side. Rafe looks back at the toy one last time, thinking about your warm, wet cunt swallowing up the smaller silicon tip— your glossy hole fluttering as the shaft vibrated with you.
He rolls out his neck, feeling himself embarrassingly close to cumming at his thoughts alone. Rafe puts the toy back in the satin bag carefully, setting it down in its place softly, shutting the drawer slowly, attempting to compose himself as the bathroom door opens.
You step into the room, wrapped in a towel, your wet hair cascading over your shoulders. Rafe struggles to sit up, his big body floundering slightly as he attempts to look casual—his usual swagger long gone. His cheeks flush even more; lip, bitten between his teeth to hold back his nervous chuckle, which quickly breaks loose.
"What's so funny?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow as you walk over to your dress, grabbing your lotion from the top.
Rafe’s pretty eyes draw to your hands as you spread the creamy white between them, swirling it over your soft skin as a smug smile plays on his perfect lips.
Rafe stands up, crossing the room in a couple of strides before wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He tilts down, kissing your forehead, then your nose, lingering on your pillowy lips before tucking himself in your neck, lips dusting your ear. "I found your shit, princess,” he rasps, his voice deep and teasing,
You freeze for a second, your mind racing. "My shit? Wh-What do you mean?”
"The handcuffs, your stories, the—" he pauses, his smile spreading along your warm, dewy skin, "…the toys. And I thought you were a good girl." He pulls away, expecting to see your flustered face, surprised when he catches the twinkle in your eye. Your head tilts slightly, eyes falling into a lusty haze.
"I never said I was."
Rafe blinks, caught off guard by your confidence. He lets out a laugh, pulling you in tighter against him. "Goddamn, princess," he teases, his voice warm and hungry.
You set your hands on his chest as you look up at him. "Is that a problem?"
Rafe's eyes darken slightly, his laughter softening as he leans in for a kiss. "It’s fuckin’ perfect," he mumbles against your lips, his excitement and affection for you only growing. "You keep surprising me, pretty."
"Could say the same," you counter with a smirk, tugging him in by his shirt. “Lookin’ through my shit like I have something to hide.”
"That’s true," he says, smiling into your kiss, eager to see what other surprises you had in store or what those two other toys were that he’d never seen before. “Let me apologize to you. Yeah?” He asks as his eyes fall to your towel, looking back up at you quickly. You give him a little nod, and he tugs at it fast, watching the fuzzy white material fall around your feet.
His eyes work up your body slowly, hands holding and kneading the fullness of your hips. Rafe’s big hands trace your soft skin before cupping your breasts, squeezing, and watching the way your body reacts to his touch.
Grabbing for his white t-shirt, you pull it over his head. Your lips claim his as your fingers dance over the deep indentations of his abs, his cut v-lines disappearing below the band of his sweats. You curl your fingers under the elastic as your tongue slips in his mouth, swirling with his as you tug his pants off.
Rafe lifts you off your feet into his arms as your tongues tangle together, your body rolling into his with the cadence of your kiss, the wetness of your soaked pussy transferring to his hot skin.
He lays you down on the bed and crawls on with you— the mischievous grin on his face spreading wider. “Grab your phone,” he hums against your lips. “Open it, princess. Think you have a story you need to finish. Yeah?” he says, stretching his big arms around the back of his head as he relaxes into your pillows.
Your eyes fall down his perfect body, Rafe’s stiff cock trapped between the band of his White Calvin’s and his warm skin, the man incredibly hard. His tip’s messy with precum, pooled on his tip, making you lick your lips. You reach out your finger, pressing it against his swollen head, swirling it slowly, tracing his slit as his mouth falls open. Lifting your finger, you bring it to your lips, sucking down as he watches you close.
“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper. He leans forward, his grin even more smug at the new title. "You want me to read it out loud?"
Rafe shrugs as he tucks himself into you, kissing along the column of your neck. "Why not? I'm curious,” he hums before sucking down on your sweet spot.
Your heart starts to race a little faster, pussy throbbing as Rafe’s large hand traces up your body, squeezing your upper thigh. With a deep breath, you pull up the story again, sliding your finger to the part where you left off.
Rafe adjusts his position, turning into you, his head resting on a shared pillow. "C’mon baby, let me have it,” he mumbles as his rough fingers draw along your soft skin.
Your voice comes out steady at first, reading a few lines, though. Looking at the next couple of words, you feel your cheeks warm up, skipping a few, but he stops you with a slap to your inner thigh, making you whimper with pleasure. Rafe chuckles lustfully at the sound that pours from your lips, turning slightly to get a better look at your pretty face.
“M’gonna let that slide ‘cause you're so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters drunkenly, his little punishment doing nothing but revving him up more. “You skipped somethin’, sweetheart. Don't cheat me out of the good parts."
"Okay, baby…” You smile.
He chuckles dizzily and leans in closer. "C'mon, keep going. I like hearing you read,” he praises as his fingers cup your pussy, pushing against your sex, making your head fall back. “Keep readin’,” he hums against your ear.
“Fuck me…” Those are the only two words he needed to hear, pulling you exactly where he wants you again. You hold your breath-
You try your best to focus, your voice trembling slightly as the story's tension heats up. Rafe pushes two long fingers inside you, resting his thumb on your clit. "Don’t stop now… I think he’s gonna fuck her, baby. Shit’s gettin’ really, really good," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy.
You clear your throat, trying to disregard him, but he moves between his thighs, lips landing on your shoulder, soft and warm, tracing upwards.
Swathing your arms around his neck, nails clawing into his massive shoulders as you bury yourself in his neck, whimpering as you take every… every.
Your words stumble, fumbling over the last sentence as he loops his massive arms around your thighs, tugging you to your back.
"Rafe…" you say, barely louder than a whisper, the phone trembling in your hands as his warm breath fans over your pussy.
"Mhmm," he replies, definitely enjoying your distraction.
And look at you takin’ it all, baby,” he drawls…
You manage to get a few more words out, shaky and rushed, as Rafe flattens his tongue, licking a line up your slick folds. He chuckles against your skin, his breath hot as he presses a kiss against your clit.
"You're terrible at this, pretty," he teases, his grin infuriatingly smug and devastatingly handsome.
"That's because you're distracting me!" You whimper, tossing your phone down in defeat.
Rafe laughs as he crawls towards your lips, kissing you tenderly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "I was only tryin’ to help, baby," he whispers innocently before biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he traces up your thigh.
You huff at him playfully, any resolve that may have remained melting as he holds your cheeks in a single hand, puckering your lip. "You're cute when you're flustered," he whispers, kissing your lips.
You gasp as you feel Rafe run the tip of something familiar through your glossy folds—too cold to be him, too wide to be his fingers.
“You gonna let me play with you, princess?” Rafe asks, letting your cheeks go. You look between your thighs and see your vibrator in his fist, the pink tip glistening with your essence.
You slip your hands down his muscular body as warmth builds in your stomach, rocking your hips as Rafe teases you. Wrapping your fingers around Rafe’s thick dick, you hear a buzz, feeling the toy tremble, making you squeeze Rafe’s cock a little tighter. He moans against your lips, turning it up to the highest setting.
“You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” you pant as he switches his hold, letting the little rabbit's ears flick against your aching pearl.
“Anything?”
“Shit,” you mewl as he drops down to your drooling hole again, letting the swirling head circle your entrance, Rafe teasing you with just the tip. “Anything.” Your hips buck up slightly, and Rafe pins you down by the hip, holding you in place.
“Mmm... Where are you going, princess?” He asks as your chest rises rapidly, breathing quicker than you were before.
“Fuck, Rafe,” you gasp and moan as he stuffs it inside, the toy gliding effortlessly through your wetness. Rafe holds it in place, making you squirm and move some more.
“This is just round one…” He whispers against your trembling lips. “You gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy for round two?”
“Yes… Yes, shit. Please fuck me.”
Rafe kisses you deeply as he pushes it in and out, making you cry out against his lips, arms drifting around the back of his neck, holding on tight.
"I… Fuck, Rafe. I'm gonna cum."
"Tell me when, baby," he breathes through a smile.
"Fuck... Ugh. I'm-" He draws out quickly, plunging his cock inside, robbing you of your breath.
Rafe’s big hands grab your hips with a bruising grip as he fucks into you fast and hard, making you see stars. “Rafe, Sh-Shit,” you whimper as you cum around his cock, muscles spasming again and again. Rafe’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he gives you a few more punishing thrusts, making your breasts bounce as his toned hips smack against you.
You pull him to your lips, kissing him deeply, pushing him to roll yourself on top; his long, thick cock sheathed deep in your cunt still. You whimper at his size, feeling the delicious stretch between your thighs, nails running down his chest as you smile.
“How was that, princess?” He smiles, watching the way your legs tremble, the man gripping your thighs tightly before reaching around, spanking your ass, making your pussy tighten around him.
“So fucking good,” you smile as you throw your head back, rocking your hips, listening to the sounds of your soaked warmth and his deep moans.
Grabbing your phone, you hand it to him with a smile, lifting off his throbbing cock, seeing it sheened with your climax. “We’re not done with the story,” you whisper as you draw backward, slotting yourself between his thighs before running your tongue up his pulsing dick as he looks down at you, half-lidded and desperate.
“You want me to read this while you do that?” He asks dreamily, huffing out a deep, jagged breath as you spit on his tip.
rafe would never call himself clingy. clingy was for guys who didn’t have their shit together or needed constant reassurance. but with you, it wasn’t insecurity—it was something else entirely.
he wasn’t sure when it started, but the second you walked into a room, it was like his body moved on its own. at toppers’ parties, his hand found yours before you even said hi to anyone. you were his grounding force in the chaos, and he wasn’t about to let you slip away.
“stick with me,” he muttered, fingers laced tightly with yours. his voice was low, the kind of tone that was more of a command than a suggestion. you weren’t complaining—his hand was warm and steady, making you feel more at ease in the wild, drunken crowd.
“i thought this was supposed to be a chill thing,” you teased, trying to match his long strides as he led you through the sea of bodies. your tone was light, but you couldn’t help smirking at the way he scanned the room like a hawk. he always had that protective edge, though he’d never admit it outright.
“yeah, well, topper’s definition of ‘chill’ is breaking every piece of furniture in the house,” rafe said, rolling his eyes. his thumb brushed over the back of your hand like it was second nature. “where the fuck is topp, anyway?”
you shrugged, barely holding back a laugh as you glanced around the room. “you’re asking me? i thought you were keeping track of him.” his jaw ticked slightly, but his focus never wavered from you for long.
when someone brushed past you a little too closely, rafe’s grip on your hand tightened. his shoulders tensed, and he pulled you into his side without missing a beat. “you good, princess?” he asked, his voice dropping in that way that made your stomach flutter.
“i’m fine, rafe,” you said, rolling your eyes but feeling secretly pleased at how much he cared. it wasn’t like the guy bumped into you on purpose, but rafe wasn’t about to let it slide. “you’ve asked me that, like, five times tonight.”
“yeah, well, just making sure,” he shot back, his lips twitching into a grin that didn’t quite mask his protective streak. he glanced down at you, eyes scanning your face as if checking for any hint of discomfort. “can’t have anyone messing with my girl, right?”
later, when the two of you found an empty spot on the couch, rafe was already pulling you down next to him. “sit,” he ordered, his voice taking on that familiar commanding edge.
you raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, sinking into his lap with a sigh. before you could even get comfortable, his hands were sliding over your legs, his fingers brushing gently over your skin.
“rafe,” you said, leaning back against him as his hands roamed, moving up to your thighs and rubbing slow circles over the soft fabric of your dress.
“relax, princess,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and almost playful as he traced his fingertips along your legs. “you’re too tense.”
you shot him a look, feeling the heat of his hands on your skin, but despite your attempt to act nonchalant, you couldn’t stop the warmth flooding your chest. “you’re impossible,” you muttered, but didn’t move away.
“nah,” he whispered with a smirk, fingers continuing their teasing path along your legs. “i just know how to get you to relax.”
later, when you nudged him and told him you needed to use the bathroom, his reaction was immediate. “cool, i’ll come with you,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. you stopped mid-step, looking at him like he’d grown another head.
“rafe, i’m not gonna get lost. it’s the bathroom,” you said, already exasperated. his expression didn’t budge, that familiar mix of confidence and stubbornness plastered across his face. “you don’t need to come with me.”
“it’s not about you getting lost, princess,” he said, smirking in a way that made your pulse quicken. the nickname rolled off his tongue effortlessly, like he’d been calling you that forever. “just making sure no one tries anything while you’re gone.”
“so, what? you’re gonna stand outside the door like a security guard?” you asked, crossing your arms in challenge. his grin widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he had other plans. “you’re unbelievable, rafe.”
“not standing outside, babe,” he said with a wink, already following you toward the tiny bathroom. you gaped at him, half-annoyed and half-amused, as he casually shut the door behind you. “i’m coming in with you.”
“rafe!” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper as you gestured around the cramped space. his nonchalant demeanor made it even more infuriating, like this was the most logical thing he could’ve done. “you can’t just—this is weird!”
“what’s weird about it?” he asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. his gaze was steady, like he genuinely couldn’t understand your objection. “not like i haven’t seen you before, princess.”
your cheeks flushed at his comment, and you smacked his arm lightly in protest. “rafe cameron, you’re impossible,” you muttered, turning toward the toilet with a defeated sigh. “at least turn around or something.”
“fine, fine,” he said, laughing as he spun to face the door, his shoulders shaking slightly. his smugness was practically radiating off him, and you knew he was enjoying every second of this. “just say the word if you need me, babe.”
when you were done and washing your hands, he turned back around without missing a beat. his eyes softened as they landed on you, his usual teasing replaced with something gentler. “you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
“i’m fine, rafe,” you said, shaking your head with a small smile. his concern, as ridiculous as it was sometimes, always managed to make your heart ache in the best way. “but you’re never living this down.”
“don’t care,” he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. his lips brushed against your temple, his hold on you firm and steady. “you’re stuck with me, princess.”
thinking abt how rafe would be like when he takes the !readers virginities >.<
warnings: first times, sooo much praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, dirty talk, corruption kink, guided masturbation, oral (f. receiving), body worship, teasing, cream pie, overstimulation, hair pulling, breeding kink
a/n: i really enjoyed writing for all of my !readers in this format, so feel free to send in more req’s like this one <3
wc: 1.6k
₊˚⊹♡ bambi!reader:
poor bambi is soooo nervous, she’s trembling as rafe slips off her panties, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear as he whispers the sweetest things to her. “m’gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl..” he’d insert his fingers in your mouth, telling you to get them nice and slick for him so he could ‘prep’ you for his cock. you’re gasping and whimpering his name when he finally curls his digits inside of you, your thighs threatening to shut around his hand when his thumb finds your sensitive bundle of nerves. “doing so good for me, bambi, ‘promise i’ll have you crying for another reason instead.” and he did. soon, your tears of discomfort turned into ones of pure bliss, your walls fluttering around the welcomed intrusion that was his cock. you’d be staring up at him with those doe eyes of yours while he pounded into you at an unforgiving speed, one hand stroking your clit, and the other wrapped around your neck as he made you unravel until you couldn’t take it anymore.
₊˚⊹♡ sheep!reader:
rafe felt like he was corrupting you with his filthiest fantasy yet. here, in front of him, he had your legs spread apart while he instructed you how to touch yourself. “doesn’t feel like you!” you’d cry out in frustration, your fingers doing nothing to stimulate you the way rafe’s did. he’d pinch your side for getting loud, a whimper leaving your lips at the action. “i just want you to do it yourself one time, baby, that’s all i’m asking.. y’think you can do that for me?” looking up to meet his heated gaze, you’d welcome his lips in a kiss before pathetically rubbing yourself over the pink cotton of your underwear. “you look like you’re close.. if you cum for me, maybe i’ll put it in..” that was all the encouragement you needed, rafe’s large hands cupping your tits as he pulled you onto his aching cock. you yelped when he poked at your entrance, your bottom lip raw from biting it so hard as he bounced you up and down his length. “poor baby, ‘gonna be so sore tomorrow, hmm?” burying your face in his neck, rafe would shush you while stroking your skin tenderly.
₊˚⊹♡ latina!kook!reader:
latina!kook!reader had rafe mesmerized the second he saw her, so now that she was bare beneath him, he couldn’t believe his eyes. far too perfect to be real, he made sure not an inch of her remained untouched. he was gentle as he lapped at the wetness between your thighs, his fingers intertwining with your own as your moans filled the air of your room. “you taste so sweet, angelita.” your eyes would flutter shut as your first orgasm of the night hit you in soft waves, each one magnifying the last. rafe kept tasting you, not being able to get enough until you begged him to be inside of you already. “por favor dámelo, ray— please give it to me, ray.” he cursed under his breath when he heard those words leave your mouth, both of smiling into a kiss as he sat between your folds. “ima give it to you, gorgeous.. i’ll give you whatever you ask for.” your face twisted in pain when he thrusted into you, the man above you holding you by your chin. “you’re so fucking perfect, i could cum just by hearing your voice.”
₊˚⊹♡ bitchy!kook!reader:
rafe is so smug that he gets to be her first fuck, he keeps saying things like, ‘you really gonna let me pop your cherry?’ which only makes her roll her eyes, even as rafe’s tapping his glistening tip against her clit. “can you stop being annoying—” your words die in your throat when he slips inside, both of you gasping as you enveloped every inch of him. “ah, fuck, why do i feel like i’m the one losing my virginity here?” rafe was whispering against your skin, your nails digging into his flesh when the dull ache between your legs turned into pure bliss. you’re kissing him frantically, your teeth clashing together as he pins you down to the mattress by your hips. “tell me you love this shit.” rafe is pulling your hair, forcing you to look down at where you two are connected as you gasp at the sight. “fuck you.” rafe laughs before flashing you a glare. “you already are.” in seconds, he has you in a mean mating press, the words “i love it, i love it, i love it!” is all you could muster as he fucks you absolutely stupid.
₊˚⊹♡ bitchy!pogue!reader:
she’s annoyed when rafe keeps bothering her about it, his fascination only growing for you when you let it slip that you’ve never slept with anyone before. “come on..” he’s in your ear, fingers slipping under your shirt, “just the tip, i promise.” what a lie that was. all it takes is barry leaving the trailer for a few hours before he’s bending you over, pressing your head into the pillows as he digs you out. your glittery nails are clutching your sheets for dear life, your hips moving to meet his thrusts when he starts stroking your clit. “i’m the only one who can fill up this cunt, you hear me?” you’re too busy crying tears of pleasure to acknowledge him, a yelp leaving your lips when he pulls you up against his chest. “just a brainless fuck doll, that’s what you are.” you’re nodding, letting him rut into you until he’s spilling into you, his seed making a mess between your thighs as he rubs your clit into overstimulation. “i’m gonna break you in just fine, babygirl, just wait and see.” you’re a fucked out mess by the time he pulls his clothes back on, his palm delivering a sharp smack to your ass before he’s leaving to conduct ‘business’.
₊˚⊹♡ kook!sweetheart!reader:
rafe is unsure, even as your robe slips off of your body, revealing the gorgeous lingerie set underneath. “i want it to be you,” rafe is welcoming you onto his lap, groaning when you drag your hips against his, “i want you on top of me.. inside of me..” your voice is soft in his ears, his skin feeling hot against yours. “is this what you really want? ‘want me to fuck you?” your wrapping your legs around his waist, both of your lips melting together perfectly. rafe could see the desire in your eyes, along with the nerves as he’s laying you down on your back. unsnapping your bra with one hand, he’s marveling at sight of your tits as they spill out of the lacey material. after making sure you came at least three times around his fingers, you were feeling ready as ever when he finally aligned himself with your entrance, his hand taking yours as he slowly pushed inside. you didn’t feel any pain, the stretch around his cock making you moan. “you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen, taking me so good like this..” rafe praised you, talking you through it all until you came, again and again, with a cry of his name.
₊˚⊹♡ farmer’s!daughter!reader:
a particular cowboy couldn’t wait to rock your world for the first time, even if it meant having to take you in the barn at three in the morning so you two couldn’t get caught by anyone. rafe is enthralled by your smile as the moonlight peaks through the old wood, casting its light onto your bodies. “sit still, sweetheart, i’m trynna make this as painless as possible..” rafe is holding you down, clamping a hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles. “you won’t hurt me—” as soon as he breaks into your walls, your shrieking at the mere girth alone, your eyes rolling back when you felt the ridges of his cock stroke the soft spot inside of you that made you see stars. hands flying out to hold onto his biceps, rafe starts thrusting into you until your whimpers turn into moans, your heels digging in his lower back so he could go deeper. “fuck, darlin’, i might have to breed you.. ‘lock this pussy down.” you clenched around him even tighter at the prospect of having him finish inside of you. “please, i want it!” you kissed his fingers, taking the digits between your lips as he smiled down at you. “yeah? have us some babies running around here?”
₊˚⊹♡ pogue!sweetheart!reader:
rafe was reeling when you told him it was your first time when he was already inside of you. “what?!” his eyes widened as you peered up at him innocently. “it’s okay!” you winced when he pulled out, his hands finding your own. “baby, why wouldn’t you tell me?” he was pressing kisses to your knuckles, concern etched all over his face. “i just didn’t want to make it a big deal..” you were whispering now, still needy for your boyfriend as he rolled on top of you. “i could understand that, but at least i’d be a bit more, you know.. gentle.” you laughed, throwing your leg over his hip so he was resting on your mound. “what if if i don’t want you to be?” rafe shuddered, the drop of your voice making his cock twitch. “those are dangerous words..” his jaw clenched as you sighed dreamily. “you could always just say no—” just as you pouted, he caged you between his arms and gave you exactly what you were asking for. of course, he still started off soft, kissing you warmly as his hips barely rocked into yours. but as soon as you were whining, begging for more force, his thrusts became brutal as he plowed into you like there was no tomorrow.
many will say that rafe is not the affectionate type, but it only takes a bit of knowing him to be able to recognise the subtle mannerisms he uses to show affection
he places a hand on the small of your back, a little gesture that you’d notice him performing right at the start of your relationship. he does it when you’re both laying in bed to provide some contact. he does it in large crowds to provide guidance. he does it whenever he gets the chance to, to show you that he’s there, and he’s not going to leave you.
he buys you gifts, all day every day he’s on the lookout for trinkets or treats that he could buy you. if he sees something that you like, then he’ll get it for you. things like charms for bracelets, bouquets of pretty flowers, things he personally thinks are rather idiotic. but he gets them for you, because he knows it makes you happy.
physical touch and eye contact when he needs to convey something important to you. it stems from how he was raised, whenever ward needed him to know that something was important he would grab him by the shoulders and bore into his soul. rafe does it more gently, more caringly, but he does it, he holds you firm, he looks you in the eyes. he makes sure that if you need to know something, you know. no sugarcoating when you deserve the truth.
he shows you off, at large events he always makes sure you’re seen, he’s proud to have you. you’re his girl and he wants everyone to know about it. he thinks it’s so perfect the way you look beside him, you being there simply looking the way that you do pleases him, and he wants you to know about it!
gentle touches in private, in the evenings when you’re laying in bed, maybe he’ll lay you naked across his chest and stroke your back ever so slightly with the ends of his fingers. it’s a small occupation for him, but more importantly it’s a relaxing sensation for you that makes you feel oh so content in his arms.
affectionate little smirks when he sees you do something so inherently you. a little quirk showing itself, a silly saying or a clumsy action that just makes him feel a surge of emotion towards you. he can’t help but make his lip curl upwards, refraining a chuckle as he feels the need to — as they say — gobble you up right then and there.
random conversation about random things, whilst rafe is a very common sense kind of person, he occasionally indulges in pondering your random, rather dumb, probably easily answered questions. because he knows you’re not asking for a real answer, you’re asking for his attention and his affection.
keeping you happy, as your relationship grows rafe learns the ins and outs of your moods, and he learns how to regulate them. if you’re feeling down he knows when you need a nap, when you need a snack, when you just need a tight hug. he keeps your mood up, he makes sure that you’re never down in the gutter for more than half an hour.
“I love you”s. they’re so rare, but when he says it, he means it. sometimes it’s because you do something, or just because he gets caught in his own mind. he suddenly feels the need to tell you that he loves you. he was never told that growing up, and so he doesn’t remember to do it often. you suppose, that’s what makes it so genuine when he does say it.
now just imagine rafe (or drew) giving you this look when you give him attitude or said something you absolutely should not have in front of friends and he’s looking at you like this, trying so hard not to bend you over and spank you so fucking hard right then and there. no, alas, he will have to settle for pounding you into the mattress later.
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