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eva
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BIG GUY
18+ MDNI — protected piv , vanilla , soft!rafe , bigdick!rafe , swearing, nicknames eg ‘ma’ and ‘baby’. FT. RAFE CAMERON X AFAB!READER
“c’mon ma, it’s okay.” he murmurs gently, grabbing your hips and pulling you to hover over him. he’s looking up at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars, and it sends a shiver up your spine. glancing down between the two of you, you catch sight of his cock standing to attention, the tip red and swollen and desperate for any kind of attention.
everytime i read a rafe fic where he’s supposed to be a husband or a dad or something and they mention his hair moving or being longer or something i ignore it bc that man has a buzz cut. husband! rafe or dad!rafe has a buzz cut and i cannot see it any other way
Rafe comes home after a particularly long day…
dad!rafe x mom!reader
c/w: none
783 words
Blinking rapidly, you clear the tears from your eyes as you throw your hands back into the sink, yanking out yet another dirty dish caked in food that sat out far too long. Music blares from Winnie’s room; bass thumping through the walls while she and her friends scream over it.
From the living room comes the clashing sound of plastic, Poppy and Rory shrieking as their fake lightsabers smack together, running circles around the glass coffee table—getting way too rough for comfort—the puppy following right behind them, barking with every other step.
“Pop. Rory—” You warn as you step around the kitchen island to the living room just as the back door flies open.
“Is it that bad?” Max laughs as he walks in with a group of his buddies fresh off the boat, sunburnt beyond belief, glassy-eyed from a few too many drinks, water dripping off all of them as they trail straight across the freshly cleaned floor. “It’ll tan. I’ll be fine—Ma, boats outta gas. Love you—” He hollers before his bedroom door claps shut.
You purse your lips, the weight of your anxiety settling heavy in your chest as you turn back toward the kitchen, already forgetting when you left the sink in the first place—your mind too scattered to try and recall.
It’s overwhelming. Everything is.
“M’home,” Rafe calls from the front door.
You don’t look up right away, but you hear the familiar shuffle—his shoes kicked off near the door, the quiet thud of his briefcase landing on the marble floor, the whisper of silk as he loosens his tie.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him slow down, his head cocking slightly when he sees you, already trying to get a better look at your face.
“Baby?”
⋆˙⟡ come back, baby (reupload)
⤷ after leaving rafe in a desperate attempt at freedom, you find yourself back at his door, where he's waiting furious and upset that you left.
cw: smut, manipulation, dubcon, guilt-tripping, degradation, toxic relationship.
You weren’t even in the door before Rafe was on you.
He ripped the keys from your hand, slammed the door shut behind you, and cornered you against it. His eyes, bloodshot, angry, scanned your face like he hadn’t seen it in years.
A SIZE TOO SMALL!
💌🎭 “ i don't actually mind seeing you like this. ”
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing : husband!rafe x reader
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ contains : fluff, slight suggestive
ᝰ.ᐟ🖇️ this actually happened to me so i had an idea 💡
you were in a rush, walking through the store like there's a bomb ticking strapped around your body as you excuse yourself through the people shopping there, too. a sigh of relief escaped you when you finally reached the part of the store you needed the most at this moment—the undergarments section.
it was almost silly to look at you rummaging through the rack so quickly it almost looked suspicious from your body language. without any double take, you take a few sets of panties from the rack labeled with your size before going straight to the counter for checkout. what you didn't notice is that someone had seemingly put the wrong size in the section, making it a size smaller than the ones you need.
you were oblivious, glad that you had made it home before rafe had come home from work until the moment you had a try on session right before bed, after taking a shower. rafe was still in the shower, both of you getting ready for bed after the long day you had of running errands.
imagine being chris’ best friend, sitting next to him on the couch while some random movie plays, you’re cuddled up on his lap because that’s how all best friends sit together, right? anyway, you start playing with his hair, slowly pushing him to into a sleepy haze, and yet when you stop, he’s flashing you those tired, heavy lidded, insanely attractive yet slightly innocent eyes, silently begging you to keep playing with his hair. and you do, but in a split second, he’s hooking your thighs over his so that you’re straddling him and pressing his lips to yours, softly mumbling how much he loves kissing you against your lips, not realizing he completely blurred the lines of your guys’ friendship beyond repair.
the sexual tension blurring lines in a friendship trope is so special & important to me
need this so bad omfgg
Surprise! (3)
Drew Starkey x fem!singer!reader
Summary: reader and Drew celebrate the release of the ‘Perfume’ music video!
Warnings: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), praise, swearing, male masturbation, dirty talk, missionary position, sex on couch, daddy kink, protective piv sex, boob worship (?), drinking wine, fangirling
Part one, part two, part four
taglist is full :(
Two weeks had went by.
Two long, busy weeks of you not hearing much from Drew, other than the promotions and photo stills you would send him.
It was finally the release day, and within 18 hours, the video had already reached 200 million views.
You were currently sitting on your light grey couch, flicking through Netflix movies when your phone buzzed with a notification.
Drew Starkey: Hey, congrats on the success of the video. I’m still very honored you wanted me to he apart of it. You still down to celebrate?
𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩.
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨/𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: smut, reader slaps rafe, Rafe slaps reader, degradation, really mean rafe, reader is crying like the whole time, dom!rafe, sub!reader, unprotected piv, rafe is pretty soft at the end, rushed,
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“Fuuuck” Rafe groaned as he brutally slammed into you
“I-i” you were speechless.
Rafe was way too big for you but oh, he made it work alright
Pain was overtaking the pleasure and you didn’t know how to deal with it so you just held tight onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin making scars
“Thats it thats it shiiit”
“Rafe! It h-hurts slow down please!!” You manage to tremble out staring up at him with tears running down your face
“Aww poor little y/n can’t handle this fat cock?”
You shake your head even though you couldn’t process what he was saying
“Slow slow slow!” You try push his lower abdomen away but just can’t
your cries and begs make him go even more crazy.
he groans and somehow speeds up Making you scream
“No!” Your eyebrows furrowed and you couldn’t take it anymore
You slapped him across the face
It went dead silent. You started up at him with an angry face as he looked to be unfazed, just staring right back at you
you panted as you felt relief, you finally felt in control, powerful, the tension was intimidating
but that intense moment ended very quickly
he slapped you back, not too hard, just to return it
Then he carried on
All the control you had just felt now long gone, your mouth dropping open, tears and snot immediately rolling down your face
You cried and cried
“Fuckin brat”
You dug your nails deeper into his skin but he didn’t care, and if he was being honest he loved the pain and pleasure
“Can’t just fuckin take it huh?”
You went to go yell something at him or slap him again
but as soon as he sensed it he flipped you over onto your stomach
“I-it hurts!” You screamed
“It’ll feel amazing soon baby, we just need to,” he panted “need to get this tight little cunt stretched out huh?”
He delivered a hard smack to your ass probably making a red hand print
“Please…. Y-you’re too b-big to go inside me rafey” you cried while rubbing your cheek where he hit you back before,
He grabbed your arms and held them still in one of his so u would stop squirming and focus on the intense burn and stretch happening
“Fuck, gonna cum” he groaned
For some reason you felt yourself about to cum as well but didn’t want to admit it so you just cried into the pillow even harder
He held you still and groaned as You felt his warm cum painting your insides
you unwilling released yours at the same time but the feelings you felt earlier over powered the five seconds of pleasure you had
And for some reason as soon as he pulled out you ran to his arms sobbing into his chest
“You lied… you said it will feel good”
You mumble as he cradled you
“It hurt” you hugged him tighter
He shushed you caressing your back
“I know, i know,”
“I stretched you out good. so it will feel better next time, alright?”
You nod feeling relieved that it’s over and your back in rafes arms, forgetting like nothing just happened
“And i felt you cum before i did” he smirked
You looked up at him, a little smile spread across your face
“Okay you caught me” you giggle
sleepovers
rafe cameron x female reader
kiara, sarah, whezzie & reader
This was your first sleepover now that you had a close group of friends, the Pogues. You spent the summer hanging out with them, and this weekend, Sarah suggested a sleepover at her house.
cw: +18 MDNI, SMUT, oral (f rec), fingering, angst if you squint, adults skinny dipping, adults getting drunk, adults smoking weed, accidentally flashing tits (lol), overstim if you squint...
word count: 6.1k
note: a bit long but just wait for it😏😏
buzzcut ⁺‧₊˚
summary: rafe got a buzzcut and calls you to show you
warnings: none
a/n: this is a very short one guys, i’m sorry 😔
-> dividers credits: @bhavihelps & @anitalenia !!
part 2!! :)
rafe went with topper and kelce to topper’s right after he got his new haircut. he was very much pleased with his new look, but he was lowkey nervous about your reaction. but just a little bit.. he knew he looked good.
"have you told her?" topper said while he was busy playing a video game. kelce was sprawled on the couch while he stared at rafe and waited for his answer. rafe simply shook his head before he took his phone out of the pocket of his shorts.
"it’s a surprise." rafe smirked and unlocked his phone. "you’re so screwed." kelce chuckled out before he sat up so he could take a sip of his beer. rafe rolled his eyes and kelce smirked. "you know how girls are." topper agreed. "sarah cried when i cut my hair."
kelce pointed at topper. "see?" rafe groaned. "that’s ‘cause topper’s dating a bitch." topper shook his head. "hey, don’t call your sister bitch man." rafe chuckled and smirked when he finally got to find your number and started calling you.
"you’re about to be single or.. you’re about to have the best sex of your life." kelce mumbled quietly and rafe shook his head at his comment with a small smile spreading on his lips. "you’re stupid."
then you finally answered. "hii!" rafe’s smile got wider thanks to hearing your voice. "hey baby."
meanwhile you, on the other side, were just laying in your bed, watching a movie. "what’s up? are you still at topper’s?" rafe cleared his throat. "yeah. i uh.. i have to show you something."
you raised your eyebrows at that. "show me what?" he rubbed his freshly buzzed hair and smirked wider at her reaction. "i’ll facetime you, okay?" you smiled in confusion on the other side. "sure."
rafe quickly did what he said but purposely turned his camera off. he smiled when he saw your face. "i can’t see you." you said with a small chuckle. he wasn’t chronically online as you so you thought he was just dumb and accidentally turned his camera off.
"oops.. my bad." he teased and turned his camera on. your eyes widened but you stayed silent.. he was like 10 times hotter than before.. HOW was that even possible. your lips parted a bit as you kept staring for like a minute.. in silence. he chuckled with a smirk. "do you like it?" he turned his head to the side so you could see it better. you snapped back to reality. “mhm?"
"do you like it?" he repeated. you nodded with this shy but also teasing smile. "like it? i love it." he smirked and looked at kelce & topper, giving them a knowing look. he knew you’ll love it.
he couldn’t help but smirk wider as you admired him, not even saying anything. "cat’s got your tongue, baby?" he teased and you couldn’t help but smile back. "what? i can’t stare at my boyfriend?"
"oh of course you can." he got up and just walked away from his two friends so you two could get more.. talkative.
"no but seriously, it suits you so well." you genuinely meant every word. he literally can pull off anything. he smirked softly at you. "thanks, baby." your eyes landed on his face again.
"how much longer are you staying at topper’s?" you shifted on your bed slightly, you could feel you got wet already just from looking at him. jesus, you felt pathetic but damn.. he looked insanely hot.
he smirked before he licked his lips. "why?" you shrugged before you ran your fingers through your hair. "just.. i’m home alone tonight."
"i’ll be there in five."
Credit:@vxnitra
RAFEHUB
“Picked Up & Pounded: Standing Creampie Leaves Her Legs Shaking”
(in which your boyfriend, Rafe, switches things up a bit in bed😛)
frat boy!rafe receives bug repellent to the face and make up head for his troubles
sloppy toppy. 1.2k words. ⌞frat boy!rafe x bug!reader⌝
Chris is so the type to cuss so much while fucking you. The way his mind probably genuinely wandered off when he said this? Oh yeah he’s a freak.
~Matthew is not safe. He is quiet but he was thinking the exact same thing as Chris
~Imagine Chratt oiling your body up—getting you ready for the sex session they’re about to give you
~Chris would say something like “yeahhhh fuck that dick.” and i may get controversy for this(when do i not😪) but he would definitely call you a bitch.
~He would be like “ahh fuck bitch.” So yeahhhh his irl voice being deeper in person according to the fans who have met him? mhm
~Dilf!Matt in action with his outfit, stance and quiet but loud demeanor.
~The motion Chris is rubbing the fucking asparagus….he would treat your pussy so good oml😩
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sᴜᴘᴇʀʙᴏᴡʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜʀɪs
Summary: Chris brings you to the superbowl with his friends.
A/N: okay, so I know nothing about football so I had to do a tiny bit of googling lmao, I hope I got all the terms and stuff correctly. If not (just pretend they’re correct lmao)
The stadium was unreal.
The second you walked into Super Bowl, it felt like the entire world was vibrating, lights flashing, music blasting, people screaming in jerseys you didn’t recognize. You clung to Chris’s hand, half in awe, half overstimulated.
“I cannot believe you brought me here,” you laughed, looking around at the sea of red and gold and whatever other colours were happening.
Chris just grinned down at you like this was better than the game itself. “Wouldn’t wanna be here with anyone else.”
You knew absolutely nothing about football. Like absolutely nothing.
So when you got to your seats and the game started, you leaned into him immediately.
“Okay,” you whispered, “explain this to me like I’m five year old.”
He lit up.
“Alright, baby,” he said, scooting closer so his knee pressed against yours. “So a touchdown is when they get the ball into that end zone over there. That’s six points. That’s like the main goal.”
You blinked at the field. “So they just run into each other repeatedly until someone makes it across?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Kind of. Strategically.”
He nodded toward the field again. “And see that guy who keeps throwing the ball? That’s the quarterback. He’s basically the leader of the offence. He decides the play, throws the ball, hands it off, everyone kind of revolves around him.”
You watched the quarterback clap his hands and yell something. “So he’s like the main character.”
Chris grinned. “Exactly. Main character energy.”
Every few minutes he’d lean down to explain something new, why everyone was yelling, why the crowd lost their minds after certain plays, what the referees were signalling. You didn’t retain half of it, but you loved the way his voice got softer when he talked directly into your ear so you could hear him over the crowd.
And every five minutes;
“You want something? I’ll grab you a drink.”
“Popcorn? Water? Candy?”
“Bathroom break? I’ll walk you.”
You rolled your eyes at him the third time. “Chris, I’m okay.”
“I know,” he said, brushing his thumb over your hip. “Just making sure.”
As the sun dipped lower and the stadium lights grew brighter, the temperature dropped fast. You had been so focused on looking cute, tiny crop top, high waisted jeans, that you forgot it was February.
A gust of wind hit and you shivered, trying to subtly tuck your hands under your thighs.
Chris noticed immediately.
He always noticed.
“Baby,” he said quietly, leaning down so his forehead almost touched yours. “You cold?”
You shook your head too fast. “No, I’m fine.”
Another shiver betrayed you.
He gave you that look, the one that said you’re not fooling me.
Without another word, he was shrugging out of his red jacket. It was warm from his body, heavy, way too big on you. He draped it over your shoulders and helped guide your arms through the sleeves.
“There,” he murmured, zipping it up halfway himself. “Better?”
You melted a little. “You’re gonna freeze.”
“I’ve got layers,” he said. “And you shaking is distracting me from the game.”
You laughed softly, but your cheeks burned at how sweet he was being. The jacket smelled like his cologne and laundry detergent, and you instinctively curled into his side.
He wrapped his arm around your lower back, pulling you flush against him, his hand resting warm and steady against your waist. Every time the crowd roared, he’d instinctively pull you closer like he was shielding you from the noise.
At one point you jumped when fireworks went off after a touchdown, and he just laughed, kissing the side of your head. “It’s okay. That means they scored.”
“For who?” you asked.
He paused. “Good question.”
You both started laughing.
Midway through the third quarter, his friend Oliver leaned over from the row behind you. “Yo, you two are disgustingly cute. Hold still.”
Before you could protest, Oliver snapped a picture of you in the stands, stadium lights glowing behind you, Chris’s arm tight around your waist, your hands tucked into the sleeves of his oversized red jacket.
Chris looked down at you right as the photo was taken, smiling softly instead of at the camera.
Later you’d see the picture and realize he wasn’t watching the game at all in that moment.
He was watching you.
During halftime, when the music got louder and everyone stood up, Chris turned fully toward you. “You having fun?”
“I have no idea what’s happening,” you admitted. “But yes.”
“That’s all that matters.”
He bought you hot chocolate even though he already offered three times before. He held it while you adjusted the jacket sleeves. He wiped a little whipped cream off your lip with his thumb and didn’t even tease you about it, just smiled like you were the best part of the night.
As the fourth quarter got intense and the crowd stood on their feet, you felt him tense beside you, eyes locked on the field.
“What’s happening?” you whispered dramatically.
“This is it,” he said. “Last chance.”
“For what?”
“To win.”
You nodded seriously like you understood.
When the game ended, fireworks, confetti, everyone screaming, you barely processed who won. You were too busy looking at Chris, cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement, hair messy from the wind.
“Best date ever,” you told him.
He leaned down close, voice soft despite the chaos around you. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Even if you still barely know what’s going on.”
He laughed under his breath and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, squeezing your hip gently. “You looked cute trying.”
And as you walked out of the stadium wrapped in his jacket, his hand locked securely in yours, you realized something:
You might not understand football.
But you definitely understood how loved you felt.
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what’s dealer Chris up to with bunny reader?
They have some stuff to do today but Bunny is very veeeeeerrryyyy sleepy…
So, Chris is helping her get ready. He picked out a comfy outfit she loves, held her in his lap while she did skincare/makeup, & he’s even doing her hair 🥲
“Still not awake, huh?”
Bunny just glares at him & he tries not to laugh in her face 😭
“That’s okay, I’ll take care of you. Just stay right here, bun.”