#prisoner!rafe

[audreyownsdiamonds]

⛓️ prisoner!rafe gripping the phone while you tell him what you are wearing

The phone line crackles with a staticky hum, but Rafe's voice comes through sharp as a blade.

"What are you wearing?"

You shift on the bed, your body wrapped in a silky robe. A moment ago you told him you just ended a shower. Of course, on purpose, knowing what he would ask.

"I'm wearing that black lace set you like," you say, tracing a finger along the strap. You love the way his breathing tenses when you tease him. "The one with the little bows."

A sharp inhale. You know he is gripping the phone, frustrated that it isn't your neck.

"Fuck." he finally grits out, jaw clenched. "You're doing this on purpose."

You bite your lip, smiling, playing with the fabric. "I don't know what you mean."

"Bullshit."

"You're sittin' there, all pretty, knowing I can't do a damn thing about it." You exhale, he was right after all.

"You could…if you were here."

"Christ—" a vibrant growl blesses your ears. Damn him. Luckily for you, he was more worked up. Probably with veins standing out on his neck, trying to keep his composure.

"Tell me." he straightens his seating. "Tell me what you'd do if I was there."

"I'd start by taking off my robe." You lean more into the phone, sensually saying every word. "Let you touch me."

"Yeah?" he asked with a ragged breath.

"Yeah." you drag a finger down your chest, thinking of how aroused he must be. "I would let you take all this off me, having me naked, only for yourself."

The line goes so quiet you think it disconnected until you hear the faintest, gritted-out groan.

"Rafe?"

“They are gonna cut this call,” he speaks with a strained tone. “Fuckin—keep talking.”

“Or what? Will you punish me?”

“I will, as soon as I get out of here.” Your stomach flips. No part of you would object to that. More so, you would throw yourself at him, wanting him to do it.

Before you can answer, the automated voice interrupts.

“THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING.”

Rafe exhales, obviously not happy about it. “You are cruel, baby.”

You laugh boldly. “You love it.”

“No, you love it. But that’s until I get out. Then, you are done.” he answers roughly, pampering your mind with the knowledge that he will act up on the threat.

[princessbrunette]

prisoner!rafe was finally, finally being released, and you just didn’t know what to do with yourself. you barely slept the night before, deep cleaning the house, re-choosing the perfect outfit, making snacks to lay out for him. you felt like your brain wasn’t even working anymore at this point, but what you did know — was that it was about damn time he came home.

you see him at the gate to tannyhill, dressed in the outfit he got locked up in and you feel like you’re dreaming. he’s filling his clothes out more than before, the grey long sleeve shirt now straining against his arms, chest and back — his thighs even seeming to push against the material of his khakis with each step. a million things are running through your head as he approaches, like what the first thing he wants to do might be.

maybe he’ll want to walk around, observe everything at tannyhill that you’ve moved around or adjusted to fit your comfort whilst he was gone. perhaps he’s starving, and you’ll be rushed into the kitchen to start an early dinner. rafe could be tired, and want to slump right down for a nap— or maybe rant about the last day he had locked up.

he’s suddenly infront of you and you’re frozen, staring up at him with big doe eyes before you grab eachother simultaneously, pulling one another in for a bone crushing hug. rafe grips your cheek, kissing you so violently that there’s spit and gloss all over your chin and teeth clash before he pulls away — eyes darting all over your face. what he says next confirms what he really wants to do first. moreso, who.

“yeah uh, take these fuckin’ clothes off before i rip ‘em off. alright?” it’s almost a threat, but you practically vibrate in excitement.

the two of you race inside, and by the time you’ve reached your bed you’re only wearing your skirt, panties and bra. you approach the bed excitedly, stomach bursting with butterflies but apparently it’s not quick enough for rafe’s liking because he effortlessly lifts you under the arms and tosses you onto the bed like you’re nothing, your squeal muffled into the pillow. he’s chasing you up the bed on his knees, and when you try to push yourself up by the hands to readjust yourself — rafe shoves you back down.

your skirt has ridden up to your waist, and when you helplessly glance over your shoulder from your arched position — rafes pulling his cock out all with one hand.

“look uh, i might… i might not last as long as i want to, alright i— i was locked up for a long time. my balls are god damn blue. i’ll… make it up to you.” he winces, slowly jerking himself as you lock eyes. rafe is careful not to overexcite himself.

your brows furrow, reaching back and peeling your panties to the side — revealing the soaked folds that have been waiting nearly a year just to feel him once more. “d’nt care rafey, want you to cum inside.” you whine, and he swears he nearly busts then and there.

“sssshiiiit.” he sighs out in a whisper, letting go of his own shaft to spread your glossy cunt with his thumb, appreciating the fat lips and tight holes. “bet you kept that shit so tight for me huh? holding out for your man n’shit, that right?”

“yes daddy. only want you inside.” you moan, arching harder for his viewing pleasure and he hums, his fat tip gracing your entrance.

“well you’re gonna get just that alright, hold on t’somethin’.”

knowing what he’s like, you scoop a pillow between your arms, hugging it close and sinking your teeth into the plush white. it had been too long, the stretch was going to be lethal.

[luvelola]

kinda wanna start writing again but for prisoner!rafe…

[grapejuicebrat]

how would prisoner!rafe treat his little princess

you know what does that mean, being rafes girl? oh yeah of course you know. it’s you. his little princess, naive girl who doesn’t even know what did her man do to get in prison.

actually rafe said something about stupid cops and that he doesn’t even thing he is guilty for anything because he didn’t do anything obviously!

and of course you believe him. your sweet rafe couldn’t kill someone. he likes to cuddle at night like a teddy bear and he is always so carrying, and so kind and so polite to you. well, he can be rude sometimes but of course not to you. to stupid fuckers, who don’t know how to do their work properly.

rafe always makes sure that he knows where are you and who you are with. most of times he is with you because he can’t just trust your little friends. what if someone tries to hurt you? he has to be here.

and after all of that someone tries to say that this man killed someone? no fucking way.

he makes sure to tell you that he is not a killer every time he brings you to orgasm and every time he makes sure you hear him. if you don’t - he stops his movements and waits. waits until you open your doe eyes and gasp out a cry. rafe repeats himself giving you a thrust and you moan, nodding your head.

rafe smiles - he is fucking obsessed with you.

[rafesgirl-14]

Currently thinking about ex-prisoner!rafe. Send in any thoughts or headcanons, you all have 💖

[audreyownsdiamonds]

⛓️ prisoner!rafe dirty talking to you on the phone

The phone receiver is warm in your hand, the line crackling with static. On the other line you hear breathing which makes you jump. You finally get to hear him.

Rafe’s rough and low voice speak up. “You miss me, sweetheart?" he purrs, all cocky despite literally being locked up.

You miss him so much. You want him so bad.

As you were about to answer, a slow exhale crackles through the receiver. “You lonely, baby?”

His voice was doing wonders, pressing your thighs together without even being near them. But you couldn’t let him get to you so easily. “No.”

A dark chuckle. "Liar. I can hear it in your voice—you’re fucking desperate." His tone drops, sinful, tempting. "Bet you’re touching yourself right now, aren’t you?"

You bit your lip painfully. He tsks, the sound crawling on your skin rapidly.

“Let me listen.” A guard behind him yells at someone, but Rafe doesn’t budge, doesn’t lower his voice. It gets thicker, from his extensive hunger.

“You think about me? When you touch yourself?” The crispy raspiness in which he talks, has you puffing little sighs.

"Tell me. Tell me how bad you need me."

"Rafe—" Your breath is shaking, pulsing your thighs together, aching. “ Yes, I do.”

“Do what?”

“Yes, I—I think about you, when I touch myself.”

"Say it louder." A beat. Then, quieter, dangerous. "Or I’ll hang up."

You whimper. "Rafe—don’t, I—I need you."

"Louder."

"I need you—"

“Where do you need me, sweetheart?” His voice drops, hearing you mumble sounds.

“Everywhere, Rafe! On me! In me! “ A whimper slips out before you can do anything about, it stretches and Rafe growls at its lingering vibration.

The line goes silent for a heartbeat. Until he grips back the receiver. “Next time I call”, he murmurs ”you better be fucking yourself. I wanna hear you cum to the sound of my voice.”

[princessbrunette]

oofff flashing criminal!rafe through the divider glass when you visit him in prison 🥰🥰🥰

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you promise yourself you won’t cry, and you don’t — brows etched in a permanent knit as the stoic officer leads you through to the visitation centre. you’re seated infront of a glass window and a telephone, awaiting the men in uniform to escort your boyfriend into the room.

he’d been in jail for a few weeks now, and today was finally the day you were able to visit him. it had been long and lonely without him, your communication wittled down to measly 2 minute phone calls that was likely listened in on by guards or other prisoners. you’d only hoped he had been doing okay, trying to put the horror stories you’d heard of prison out of your mind.

they bring in rafe, the man looking already more bulky from his time away, head shaved and orange uniform worn lazily, the shirt open to reveal a wife beater. you try to swallow down the urge to fully check him out, the concern getting the better of you as you snatch the phone to your ear, staring at him with wide glassy eyes. a smirk tugs at his lips at the eagerness as he raises his own to his ear.

“hi, baby.” his voice comes through drawled but clear as day.

“hi, are you okay in there? do you need me to send you anything? i— i just recently got in touch with this lawyer who said there may be a loophole —”

“yeah uh, let’s not talk about that a’ight? another time. i’m… i’m in here now, okay so— let’s just talk. normal shit.” he raises his eyebrows, to show it’s not a request but more so a demand— however at the end his expression melts into a reassuring smile. you sink a little in your seat, sucking in a deep breath.

“yeah, sorry.” you shake your head and he waves you off with a hand to show he didn’t mind, leaning back in his seat with his legs spread a little, phone still pressed to his ear. you stare at eachother in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “that dress… i haven’t seen that one.”

“its new.” you nod, looking down at yourself. he presses a few fingers over his lips, nodding slowly as he stares at the way the fabric is taught around your chest.

“mm… walkin’ round lettin’ other guys see you like that, huh?” he speaks but it’s soft, like he’s not really accusing you of anything — but old habits die hard. you frown, shaking your head anyway and he returns your gaze with his eyes hung low.

“wore it for you.”

“yeah…” he glances at the robotic officers stood stationed at the back of the booth, minding their business whilst simply doing there job. “why don’t you uh… gimme somethin’ to remember when i head back in? hm?” he cocks his head, eyes jumping down to your chest again.

“like what?” you sit forward slightly. you wanted to help him with whatever you could, you just wasn’t so sure what he was getting at.

“like… why don’t you pull that dress down for a sec? just real quick baby, i’m tryna see something.” he lowers his voice, and your eyes naturally flutter at the nasally rich-boy drawl that comes through the phones receiver. you burst into a giggle, looking around at the other visitors.

“rafe!” you sweetly scold, and whilst his lips jump up just a tad, he sits forward like he means business.

“m’not joking, okay? look if— if i could reach through this glass n’grab those fuckin’ titties right now i would, but i can not so i’m beggin’ you to work with me here. you don’t know what it’s like in here, kid — i’m a man starved, a’ight, please.” he drops his voice even more to hiss in a desperate whisper and you look around, wetting your lips as you consider making your move.

you return your gaze to him, and as your dress was strapless all you had to do was pull it down. you giggle mischievously as you do so, pushing your tits together with your hands, squeezing at them a little before yanking your dress up after you suspected the officer taking peeks. rafe grins, pleased — before shifting in his seat, adjusting his crotch area and glancing around. “mm, s’what i’m talkin’ about baby.”

“i miss you.” you’re still giggling, the smiling gently fading into a pout and he presses his lips together with a nod.

“miss you too. when i get outta here it’s fucking over for you, hope you know that. don’t expect to be walkin’ for a few days. that’s a damn promise.”

“well, i look forward to it, big bad rafe cameron.”

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[princessbrunette]

prisoner rafe who tells u to send polaroids of the dirty things he makes u do… just for proof

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“look, you can put it in an envelope and i’ll be able to get it when i collect my mail. it’s not hard, baby.” rafe stares at you through the glass, gaze so intense it borders on a glare. you’d made the mistake of telling him you had been fucking yourself to stay satisfied, and to a man starved — the news was torture. he needed photographic evidence.

“rafe they go through your mail, the officers are g’nna see all my parts.” you giggle, hoping the protectiveness was enough to wear him down. he scratches his jaw in thought — desperately finding ways to see your pretty pussy again.

“i don’t care about that, alright — just need to see you. ‘know i miss you, right? a lot.”

“i miss you too…” you pout, huffing out your nose. “fine i’ll… i’ll find a way.” you relent and he nods.

“good… good girl, baby. you - you understand right? it’s hell in here without you i … i just need a little something.”

“i’ll make it good for you rafey.” you smile, the secrecy of the whole thing kind of getting you off.

“yeah… i bet you will.”

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