Your delicate little manicured hands would cling to his thick biceps, using them as leverage as he pounded your poor little soaked hole. You were a whiny mess getting fucked by your first big dick, not knowing what to do with yourself as the pleasure was more than your sweet self had ever experienced. He had one of your legs over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his muscled waist while he drove his hips into yours.
“You have such a pretty pussy.” He rasped out, hooded blue eyes glancing down to watch your tight cunt getting reamed by his huge pipe. You were making such a goddamn mess too, his cock covered in a sheen of your sweetness. “Greedy little hole, isn’t she?” He laughed amused, watching your sex just suck him right back in.
You nodded your head, loving the dirty words in his low velvety tone. Your pussy was definitely greedy for his big dick and you thanked your lucky stars that you met Rafe Cameron. There was no way you could fuck anyone else again, and the thought of it made you only cling to him more. “K-keep f-fucking me.” You squeaked out, pretty toes curling as he continued to hit your sweet spot. With your tiny voice though, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he slowed his hips down.
He slowly pulled out, a huffy mewl leaving your glossy lips as you were now empty. You were about to protest when he slammed back in full force, a hand coming up to wrap around your smooth neck. “Daddy’s little hungry slut can’t get enough now, can she?”
Do you think you could write a fanfic about rafe coming home after a really hard day in particular of dealing and they didn’t get as many sales as usual and Berry and rafe were pissed off at each other so instead of coming home and being all sweet and clingy to age regression reader he yell’s at her for accidentally getting paint on the table well painting him a picture and he yells and screams at her and she runs and goes and hides, and he ends up finding her in the back of the closet and pulls her out and apologizes then he comfort her after yelling saying how he never meant to scare her:3🦈🎀
Painting and Yelling
Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader
Warnings: age regression, yelling, mentions of drugs/dealing, hurt/comfort, some cursing
Today has been exhausting for Rafe, not only didn't he make the promised sales but also came into a conflict with Barry because of it and now they're not talking with each other.
When Rafe called you to tell you that he's on his way back home you could hear that he's upset and exhausted, so the second he hung up you quickly gathered art supplies to draw him a picture to cheer him up.
Since you want this one to be special you decide on painting with acrylic paints instead of crayons. You are so focused on drawing the picture, using all the tips you can remember from those videos you watch on YouTube sometimes that you don't notice the paint you accidentally get on the table and the sleeves of your hoodie.
The sound of the front door opening and closing, indicating Rafe's arrival has you squirming on the chair with anticipation of his reaction to your picture that you have put a lot of effort in.
Rafe enters the living room, rubbing the back of his neck as he makes his way over to you. "Hey..."
"Hi daddy! Look what I made for you!" You smile at him, holding up the picture for him to see.
He doesn't look directly at what you were holding up but more at the mess you made on the table and yourself. "What is this?"
"A picture..." You frown at him, isn't it obvious? It's not the first time you gave him a drawing, so his reaction confuses you.
He breathes through his nose, pinching the bridge of it with his fingers. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the damn mess you made."
As you finally look at the table and take notice of the paint stains on it and on your sleeves. You start to try and explain yourself. "I just-"
"God I- I had a long fucking day and the last thing I wanted was to take care of shit like that. Can't you just once- just once, use the few brain cells you possess or is that too damn hard!" He suddenly interrupts you, his voice rising.
Before his brain can comprehend what he just did, seeing the way your eyes widen and fill with tears, your bottom lip quivering, he opens his mouth to apologize but you quickly get up and bolt out of the room and upstairs.
"Wait- baby!" He calls after you, his head dropping as he hears a door slam shut.
He runs a hand through his hair, cursing at himself for shouting at you when he promised himself that he would never let that happen and still couldn't keep his temper in check yet again.
Glancing at the picture on the table he felt even worse. He grabs it, a small smile on his face at the different shapes and messily drawn 'daddy' in the center of it.
Meanwhile you are hiding in his closet, picking at your lambs fur with tears rolling down your face constantly, trying not to sob out loud. His words hurt you deeply, even more so that it was directed at your little self.
You hear footsteps approaching the bedroom and push yourself more into the corner of the closet, pulling your knees to your chest as the bedroom door opens.
"Baby?" Rafe calls out again softly, not surprised he doesn't receive an answer but notices his closet door slightly ajar and walks over to open it.
He sees your sock-clad feet beneath his hanging clothes and crouches down, his heart breaks at the sight of you, your cheeks wet and avoiding to look at him.
"I know you probably don't want to have anything to do with me right now but...I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled at you and said those things. I'm sure you don't believe me but I didn't mean anything I said... you're- you're the smartest little someone could wish for and I'm so thankful for being allowed to even see this side of you." He starts reaching out to rest his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing over your skin.
He waits a moment to see if you will reject his touch, when you don't he takes that as a sign to continue. "I really like the drawing you made..."
You lift your head when you hear the rustling of paper, seeing him admire the picture with a smile.
"It definitely deserves a special place on the wall." He says, straightening himself and walks over to the cork board that already has a few of your pictures pinned on it.
You slowly crawl halfway out the closet to watch him hang it up. He steps back to look at it again, a hand on his chin as in deep thought. "I think that's the best one you made so far."
"Really...?" You sniffle.
"Really." He confirms, stepping closer to you and holding his hand out. You hesitate for a moment before placing your hand in his, letting him help you up. He instantly pulls you into his arms, holding you in a tight embrace and kisses the top of your head. "I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to scare you or anything. Think you can forgive me?"
You think for a second, pulling your face from his chest. "Can I has ice cream?"
He chuckles, relieved that you seem to accept his apology. "Of course, baby. You can even eat on my bed and watch a movie, sounds good?"
"Two scoops and sprinkles." You look at him seriously and he sighs, pressing his lips into a thin line.
"Fine, but only if I get a kiss." He smiles at the way you quickly stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. "Another?"
bf!rafe cameron x daddy issues!reader ¡! ❞
warnings: swearing, drinking, implied drinking problems, implied body shaming, mentions of anxiety, degrading comments
summary: “What did I do to deserve you..”
based on this request!
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Your light pink heels tapped down the long staircase of Tannyhill, the curved architecture giving you the perfect princess moment. The only difference was that instead of a ballroom of people at the bottom, it was simply your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron. It didn’t matter, though. People would have thought you were real royalty just by the way his jaw hung when he saw you in the pretty dress he picked out just for your birthday present. It swished around your thighs, bringing his favorite parts of your body to focus… maybe too far into focus.
Your soft giggle broke him out of his star-struck trance. You couldn’t help it, he looked so cute in his formalwear for your birthday dinner. Just as your heels touched down on the ground, Rafe swept you up into his loving embrace.
“Looking fuckin’ amazing, hm?” He said with a grin, love coating his gaze as he looked down at you. All you could do was giggle.
You poor thing, he always left you speechless.
Rafe’s face softened. Any form of laughter that left your sweet, glossy lips was music to his ears. You kept him close to him for a while and he let you, of course. Tonight was supposed to be fun, a care-free date between you and Rafe. However, it was your mother’s genius idea to bring the family together and celebrate your special day, all together. A family reunion on your birthday.. why did Rafe let you agree to this?
“Gotta cover up..” He muttered, busying himself with your cardigan and handing you one of his bigger zip-ups.
“Thank you..” You said gently, letting him help you drape it over your shoulders to keep you warm.
“Mhm.. you ready princess?” Rafe asked cautiously, still prepared to call you in sick from this whole thing.
“Yeah..” You said, a small frown on your face as you wrapped yourself closer into his sweater.
“Okay, let’s go, yeah?” He said, obviously disappointed that you were so insistent on this, somehow still supporting you.
Rafe knew how these things played out. He could predict it now, keeping you close as the two of you tried to socialize awkwardly with your family and then eventually your father showed up. Usually it was late, most of the time he was already a little drunk, and there was a 100% chance that he was not going to leave the reunion sober by any means. That’s the basic routine besides the fact that in-between downing every drink on the table, your precious daddy would degrade you until you ended up right back in Rafe’s arms.
Right back where you’ve always belonged.
The car ride was silent besides your girlie music and the soft sound of Rafe’s hand occasionally brushing against your dress when he rubbed your thigh comfortingly.
You had a tendency to react poorly in anxious situations, he knew this for a fact. Rafe planned on keeping you very very close tonight.
Pulling up the prolonged driveway of your mother’s expensive house on figure 8 made you want to throw up. She moved from your old house into this atrocity of a mansion, so at least there weren't any prominent reminders of your lonely childhood. It comforted you enough to take Rafe’s hand and let yourself out of the car.
The two of you winced as you walked up to the door. Neither of you really wanted to be there all that much, Rafe arguably hated it even more than you (which was impressive).
He reached over your head to knock on the door. Five hard knocks that echoed through the soft music playing within the house. Your eyes darted around the cars, thankful to not see your father there yet. Maybe he forgot, he could be so drunk off his ass that he forgot about you.
For the better, probably.
Your mom eagerly opened the door, instantly wrapping both you and Rafe in a tipsy yet somehow still loving hug. Rafe greeted her with a hesitant smile as you slowly worked up the motivation to plaster on your own faux smile for the rest of the night.
Then began the awkward greetings. Your aunt and uncle instantly greeted you, your aunt marvling at Rafe for maybe a second too long. He smiled kindly at them. Rafe had always been better at putting on a nice show. You were thrown around the room, embraced in many of your family’s drunken arms and sluggish greetings. Somehow, even through all of the commotion, Rafe’s gentle hand remained on your back.
Hours passed and you felt a gasp of relief leave you as you realized the reunion was nearly over and your father had yet to make a show. You stood near the front door with Rafe over your shoulder, giddy to leave the moment that the clock struck 9pm.
You felt his hand come down to your waist and clutch you closer to him, causing you to flinch slightly in surprise. Your heart stopped, realizing quickly why his grip was so prominent on your side.
Dragging himself into the house through the long, arched doorway was no one but your own father. His drunken gaze skimmed over the crowd before instantly dropping on you. One quick and judgmental up and down look comprised his purpose; to make your life hell.
His suit was too tight on his body as he breathed sharply and made his way over to both you and Rafe. You avoided Rafe’s gaze entirely, not wanting to witness the narrow stare of his eyes.
“Dad!” You said softly, beginning to pull away from Rafe until he pulled you right back to him. Your fake smile must have been obvious because all you got from your father was a scoff and a judgmental glance before he stumbled into the party.
Rafe was already urging you out of the door by the time your mother came to tell you that it was time for cake, “your favorite!” She said with a squeal, motioning to a chocolate ice cream cake.
Which wasn’t your favorite, but you’ve learned not to care.
You got ushered to the large dining room, Rafe shuffling behind you and looking ready to kill anyone who took one step too close to your shaking body. All of your family surrounded the table, leaving barely enough room for you to fit in next to your fast-melting cake
A short and unorganized rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ was sung by the slurred voices of your family as you stood quietly, shyly smiling and feeling Rafe’s comforting hand holding yours. More cake was brought out to provide for all of the guests as your mother happily laughed with drunken joy.
Your piece was brought to you, a smaller slice than most. As you leaned down to grab your fork, you felt the plate leave your weak grip. Standing up in an instant, you were ready to pout at Rafe and tell him to get his own slice. However, you were met by your father’s mean and unforgiving stare.
“You don’t need… this.” He said plainly, obviously scanning your outfit and figure.
Tears swarmed your eyes as he spat more at you. Over time you had learned to tune him out, but you hadn’t heard his words for months now, nearly a year.
“It’s disgusting that you walk into your mother’s house looking like a slut.” He said with a scoff, either unaware of the tears dripping down your face or choosing to ignore them (it was the latter).
“Thank god you have a boyfriend, hopefully he keeps you in your place.” Your father sneered as you vaguely watched Rafe push through the crowd to get back to you after he was pushed away in the cake swarm.
“What did I do to deserve you?”
Your stare was blank when Rafe finally got to you, shoving your father away without hesitation and taking your purse from your slouching arm as he pulled you away from everyone. Rafe’s grip on your body was persistent as he took you through the house, through the front door, and eventually through his car door. You were still trying to tune out everything that had happened, proving to be non-responsive when Rafe begged you to answer his questions.
“C’mon princess, tell me what he said.” Rafe said through gritted teeth as one hand gripped his steering wheel with white knuckles and the other softly brushed over your palm.
The world was silent, your eyes deep and dull and you stared down at your pink heels when Rafe took you into Tannyhill.
“Hey, baby.. talk to me.” Rafe said gently, his thumbs already flicking away your tears as the two of you sat on the luxurious couch. His pleading voice eventually got back into your head and you nodded softly.
“Oh sweetheart..” Rafe whispered, starting to say something else before you let yourself fall back into him and bury yourself into his warm body. You hid away from the spiraling world as he whispered into your ear.
“I got you, princess. I’m here.”
“Want you to only listen to my voice, don’t let him stay in your head.”
“I love you, sweetheart.”
His lips peppered two soft kisses against both of your rosy, swollen cheeks before more tears poured out of your eyes. You were slowly coming back to yourself and Rafe couldn’t fully tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Your body came to you in small tremors, your poor shoulders shaking as your sweet and honey-like voice rasped over with deep sobs.
Rafe held you close, whispering gently into your ear for a while, eventually feeling you relax into his arms.
“I’m sorry I… I just-“ You started, trying to apologize for your sudden outburst.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Focus on me.” Rafe said, kissing you softly and smiling as he felt your sticky lip gloss smear against his lips.
You smiled back, suddenly focused on the way he looked down at you, opening his mouth to tell you more.
“Aw look at that..” He said, kissing your smile and grinning into the gentle contact before pulling away.
“What did I do to deserve you..” He whispered with adoration in his eyes as he scooped you right back up and held you to his chest.
❝ you're a fool,
if you thought that
i'd just let this go
i see red, red, oh red ❞
pairing: jealous!rafe x fem!reader
context: you just turned 21, and are celebrating your birthday at the club in town with your boyfriend and closest friends. unfortunately for you, rafe isn't much of a dancer. but caught up in a drunken haze, you dance with your friends anyway.
words: 1.8k+
warnings: definitely +18. mdni. daddy kink, dom!rafe, degradation, teasing, edging, hair pulling, orgasm denial, p in v sex, rough sex, public sex, unprotected sex, oral m&f receiving, SMUTTT
"babyyyy," you drawl, the alcohol definitely hitting you now, as you try to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. "come dance with me."
rafe chuckles at your attempt and sips on his whiskey, amused at your drunken state, "i don't think so, princess."
"fine," you pout, rafe's eyes lingering on your picture perfect lips covered in red lipstick.
it was your 21st birthday and you had convinced rafe and your friends to celebrate it with you at the new club that opened in town—this time, without your fake id.
"come on, tiff," you said, turning to your blonde best friend. "you come dance with me."
she was more than happy to join you, the both of you gleefully strutting towards the dance floor as no hands by waka flocka blasted through the speakers.
rafe rolled his eyes and shook his head, as a deep chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes focusing solely on you as strobes of red, blue, and purple danced across your soft skin.
you kept your gaze on him as you swayed your hips along to the beat, your hands trailing over your body clad in a glittery little black dress.
tiffany danced beside you, the two of you catching male gazes on the dance floor as you shook your hips together.
rafe held eye contact with you the entire time, slowly sipping on his drink when another guy came up behind you and began snaking his hands around your waist.
a sly smirk came across your lips as the amused look on rafe's face drops and you see him sit up, his adam's apple bobbing from anger.
serves him right for refusing to dance with you on your birthday.
in your drunken haze, you continue grinding your hips along with the guy behind you, who was now holding you way too close for rafe's liking. you throw your head back in a giggle, knowing damn well he was now bothered, as he got up on his feet and set his drink down on the bar.
he immediately navigated his way through the crowd, which seemed to part for him, his giant demeanor getting closer and closer to you, until his hand wraps around your wrist and you're pulled away from the guy behind you.
he drags you to a dark and secluded corner of the club that's tucked behind and under the stairs that led up to the second floor.
"rafe, let go," you yank your wrist out of his hold as he backs you up against the wall.
his closeness to you and the coldness of the wall cause goosebumps to rise upon your skin as you look up at him through your dark lashes.
"you really think you were gonna get away with that?" he spat, his face inches away from yours.
you give him doe eyes and blink, the alcohol giving you more confidence against him than usual. "get away with what?"
a bitter laugh emerges from his mouth and he shakes his head at you. "don't play dumb, pretty girl."
his hand snakes up the small of your back and takes a grip of your hair, making your head tilt back, as you smirked.
"you know i don't like that," he muttered against your cheek.
"so what are you gonna do about it…" you focus your eyes on him, the spot between your legs getting wetter and wetter with every single word that falls out of his mouth. "daddy?"
his piercing blue irises turn a dark shade of blue as the words leave your mouth, the bulge in his pants now pressing up hard against your stomach. "on your knees," he says, his grip on your hair tightening. "now."
you happily oblige, the smirk on your face growing wider as you slide your back down the wall and get on your knees, your gaze never leaving his.
rafe watches as you begin to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free.
a single vein ran through his length, the tip already red and leaking precum when you cup his balls and wrap your fingers around him, slowly beginning to stroke up and down.
"you know better than that, slut," for some reason the sound of rafe calling you that turns you on even more and you press a kiss to his tip, before wrapping your lips around it. "much better."
you only take half of him in your mouth at first, switching between sucking and swirling your tongue around it, as your free hand pumped the rest of his length.
"open wider, whore," rafe demands.
you do as you're told and rafe gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail, thrusting the whole of his length into your mouth with no mercy.
the gagging noise that springs from you only makes him become rougher, now fully fucking your face as your eyes watered and you played with his balls.
"keep grabbing them like that, baby," he groaned, tilting his head back.
it’s not long before his load shoots down your throat and without hesitation, you swallow it before rafe pulls you up to stand.
"you like how i taste?" he asked, wiping over your now messy red stained lips with his thumb.
you nod at him slowly, your eyes only focused on him. "you're such a little slut, aren't you?" he smirks and hikes your thigh up by his hip, his cock pressing up against your clothed clit.
you gasp at the contact, your hands snaking behind his head and tangling into his hair, inherently pulling his face closer to yours. "daddy, please," you whisper against him, your eyes fluttering shut with desire as you grind against him to cause friction where you want it.
"that's right whore," he teased, continuing to press against you, as his thumb rubbed small circles on the inside of your thigh. "use your words."
"rafe, please…" you pleaded, his name leaving your mouth before you could stop it.
he tsks at your use of his name, "wrong name, princess." he pulls his hips away from yours, and you groan from the lost of contact.
"wait, wait, no…" you said. "daddy, i meant, daddy. please give me your cock."
"too late, baby," he shook his head at you, and whispered against your lips. "now don't make a sound."
quickly tucking his dick back into his boxers, rafe gets down on his knees in front of you and hooks your thigh over his shoulder, aligning himself with your pussy.
he immediately rips your lacey red thong off, causing you to scold him, even though you knew he'd just take you to get a new set tomorrow morning.
"what the fuck, rafe?"
he looks up at you, a scowl present on his features as his fingers dig into your thigh. "what. did. i. just. say."
don't make a sound. his demand relays in your head, but you don't dare speak another word to him.
"good girl," he appraisingly nods at your silence, and turns his attention back to your center. "so so pretty," he purrs, swiping his thumb down your soaked clit.
you bite your lip to hold back a moan, as he pushes your thigh back against the wall to open you up and leans his face in closer to blow air at your clit, making it pulse desperately.
a small whine leaves your mouth and rafe looks up at you, a smirk playing at his lips as he brings his thumb up to your clit to rub small circles while he darts his tongue out and runs it through your folds. his thumb only picks up its assault on your clit when you tangle your hands through his hair, your hips grinding against his face.
“let me hear you, doll,” he muttered against you.
you finally let your moans out freely, only loud enough for rafe to hear as his tongue laps rapidly at your slit, going up and down, side to side, and in and out.
“fuckkkkk,” you whine, your orgasm building in your core as rafe continues his assault on your pussy. “yes daddy, just like that.”
but just as you were about to release, he pulls away, causing a whine to fall from your lips.
“shhhhhh,” he tells you, slowing down the circles he rubbed on your clit.
your orgasm builds up again when he picks up the pace, but goes back down as his thumb slows.
“daddy… please,” you pleaded, looking down at him when he continues the same thing over and over again.
“does my little slut wanna cum?” rafe teases, his tongue just slightly grazing your clit.
“mmhmm,” you nod, tilting your head back against the wall.
rafe’s voice drops a level. “i didn’t hear a yes, whore.”
“yes, daddy,” you drawl out, twisting his hair between your fingers. “please let me cum.”
“are you gonna be good?” he asked, taking pleasure in seeing you beg for it.
“i’ll be good, daddy,” you say, nodding your head again. “i promise.”
he chuckles at your desperation, before finally giving in. “you want my tongue or my cock, baby?”
“your cock,” you answer almost immediately, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you up.
rafe slowly rises to his feet again, his hand never leaving your thigh and hooking it around him. he hikes your dress up to your waist to give him full access and reaches his other hand down to pull out his hard cock and align it with your center. he drags it through your slickness, the warmness making him groan before he pushes into you with no warning, making you take all of him at once.
a moan slips out when your jaw drops and rafe moves in and out of you slowly, teasing you on purpose.
“faster…” you whined, closing your eyes to take in the pleasure.
“you’re in no position to make demands, sweetheart,” rafe tuts, his hand reaching up to grip your hair. “i’m gonna fuck you however i want.”
he continues his slow pace just to torture you a little longer before finally giving into what you both want, speeding up his thrusts, the sounds of his balls slapping against you ringing loud and clear.
“fuckkkk you feel so good, daddy,” you mewl, rafe mercilessly pounding into your g-spot and making you moan aloud.
“you like that, slut?” he spat, pulling your face closer to his and kissing you harshly.
“mhm,” you nod against him, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulls your head back and begins assaulting your neck with kisses.
the mix of his hard thrusts with sucks on your sweet spots causes the orgasm to build in your core again, as you tightly hold onto his shoulders to keep your leg from giving out.
“right there, right there,” you cry out, your high inching closer and closer with every thrust of rafe's hips.
"cum for me, doll."
you both reach your high at the same time, your body trembling as rafe shoots his load into you, his pumps slowing down.
"how's that for dancing?" rafe smirks against your cheek, as he lets his body fall limp against yours, his lips placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
you come down from your high, panting, "we're dancing every time we come here."
soooooo confession—this is the first real piece of smut i've written, and i enjoyed writing it wayyyyyy too much. i hope you enjoyed it too ;)
Drunk!reader leaning on Rafes chest at a party as he handles business. You whine wanting to go home or that you have a headache from people’s loud conversation. “Hey…Hey!” He slightly slaps your cheek as you slowly pass out but awakened by his touch. “You said you wouldn’t back down tonight.” He say taking a small amount of the wight powder from a mini bag. “Open.” He demands. With your mouth open he uses his finger to spread the powder in the insides of your mouth.
next thing you know, you’re back up dancing,drinking and making friends. Rafe is over in the conversation keeping a eye on you while he stresses about selling.
