#rafe sad

[lacydear]

ex wife reader going to rafe's house after feeling sad.

you didnt know what was wrong, you weren't on your period, ella was with sarah so you should of been more relaxed. except you weren't. it had been a week since rafe left the house after staying for atleast a month in yours to make ella feel more comfortable. maybe it was him that was missing; his coffee in the morning.

the soft kisses he would press against your skin at night when both of you just couldn't control eachother and inevitably run back to one another. he was the cure to many of your problems. but possibly the man reason to most of them.

in an attempt to feel better, you drive yourself to his house, needing to be in his arms again. surely he would also be missing you. so with a trembling hand, you knock at the front door of his house. you wait for a good minute before a girl opens the door.

the girl's probably the most beautiful girl you've seen. she's young, beautiful dark hair and bright gleaming eyes. she's a sight for sore eyes. and she's wearing his shirt. same shirt you used to wear. "hi!" she says softly, arching her eyebrow curiously at you.

you just stare at her, not trusting yourself with talking because you know you'll end up sobbing. you didnt need this, you were already feeling horrible as it is and this happens to you. "rafey!" he comes up from behind a couple seconds later. "im coming im coming-" his heart stops when he locks eyes with you.

in the eyes of others you would look fine, hot, put together. but he knows you better than anyone else. he can see the exhaustion in your eyes. in the way your shoulders slump. but most importantly he can see the way your eyes rake over his shirtless body and messy hair. "w-what are you doing here?" he mumbles, clearing his throat.

"i-" you start, but you shut up. looking down at the floor. you can feel the tears forming without you being able to hold them back. but how could you? he's with another woman days after telling you how much he needs you back. its a cruel cycle, a cycle you thought you escaped for once and for all. "give us a minute." he mumbles, pushing you back softly, giving the girl a small nod before closing the door.

"look im-" "no. dont say anything. you dont owe me anything." you whisper, rubbing your arms softly. trying to bring yourself some comfort. "i just- i needed you." you continue, eyes locked on the floor. "i didnt know you would be busy." he shakes his head furiously, hands cupping your cheek. "im not-"

"dont touch me." you cry out, ripping his hands off your cheeks. "i dont need your lying. it was clear what was happening and im so stupid for thinking we had atleast something back between us." you cry out, burying your face into your hands. "i keep humiliating myself, all in hopes that you would atleast try for me again."

he stares at you with a pained expression. how can he defend himself when he literally has hickies and bite marks around his neck and collarbone. "please.." he says aimlessly, reaching out for you again. "you dont understand- i thought you wouldn't want anything more to do with me and-"

"why would you think that? we spent days telling eachother how much we miss eachother. you spent hours telling me how much you need me." you take a deep breath in, but it doesn't help to slow down the tears down your cheeks. "and i stupidly believed you." you stare at him, his heart breaking even more at the sight of your pretty face now contorted into a pained expression. "if you have anything to tell me, tell my lawyer first. dont ever, ever reach out to me if it isnt about ella."

with a final sob, you rush to your car. he doesn't even try to follow you. he knows you mean it, atleast for now. "fuck." he groans, clenching his fists as he watches you drive off at a dangerously high speed. "fuck fuck fuck..."

he for sure lost you now.

[spankyourlocalbrat]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ✦

pov. rafe cheated on you, and since your worst nightmare came true you can’t help but resent him when you’re supposed to be accepting his mistakes and flaws like you promised.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, cheating, betrayal, cheater!rafe, no proof read, angst, emotional distress, guilt, references to child abuse, references to drug abuse, trust issues

the worst part wasn’t that you found out, it was that you had always known it could happen.

there had always been this quiet fear living somewhere beneath your ribs, tucked away where you pretended not to notice it. the kind of fear that only came with loving someone like rafe, someone who loved hard, someone who destroyed everything just as easily.

you used to tell yourself love was a choice, that staying was a choice, that forgiveness was a choice.

and every single time rafe came home with bruised knuckles, another fight, another lie, another apology hanging off his tongue, you chose him.

every single time.

because that’s what you promised. you promised you’d love all of him; the broken pieces, the ugly parts, the anger, the mistakes. you held his face in your hands one night and whispered against his lips that you weren’t going anywhere.

“even when i screw up?” he’d asked quietly. “especially then.” you whisper back, planting soft kisses all over his cheek and jaw. you meant it. god. you meant every word. until this came along, because nobody ever tells you there’s a difference between forgiving someone’s flaws, and surviving their betrayal.

the moment you heard the truth, everything inside you went painfully still, it didn’t feel like your heart shattered, it felt like it simply stopped.

‘i cheated on you’

rafe had cheated, one sentence, four words. crazy how that destroyed everything, and they erased every promise the two of you had ever made. you stared at him across the living room while he begged. his voice shook, his hands trembled, he looked terrified.

but in a way it was great to see that, because you wanted him terrified, truly because you couldn’t breathe, because somehow he still expected you to look at him the same way you always had, like he hung the moon, like he was worth saving.

he kept saying your name, over and over, as if saying it enough times would rewind everything. “baby. please.” he softly said. you hated that your stomach still flipped hearing his voice, you hated yourself even more for it. “i made one mistake.” he assured, and you laughed, but it came out so broken.

“stop.” you said, simply, and he swallowed hard. “please don’t look at me like that.” he pleads. “like what?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “like you hate me.” he answered, but you went quiet.

you honestly wished it were that simple, hate would’ve been easier and so much cleaner.

hate didn’t wake up at three in the morning reaching for someone who wasn’t yours anymore, hate didn’t remember every forehead kiss, every i love you, every future you built together, hate would’ve let you leave.

instead you resented him, resented the girl, resented every memory that now felt counterfeit, resented the way your heart still betrayed you every time he cried.

but most of all you resented yourself, because you’d promised, you’d promised to love him through everything. even through the panic attacks, through the drugs, through the fights, through his father’s abuse, through every ugly thing that made rafe—rafe.

but nobody warned you that one day that you’d have to decide whether cheating counted as one of those things, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop wondering if loving him had finally cost you yourself.

[rafedaddy01]

Dub con with rafe:

rafe f ing his daughters best friend in the middle of the night against a wall when she just wanted to get a glass of water

She doesnt want it but it feels sooo good

S cking on her tits and filling her up

Quiet Sweetheart

-

You pad your feet along the cold tiles. The house is dark and silent. You left your best friend sound asleep in her bed to come downstairs for a drink, unable to sleep from the thirst. The kitchen is dark with only the moonlight shining through the window to give you a path towards the fridge.

You pour yourself the ice cold beverage and gulp down the liquids, feeling refreshed and ready to pad back upstairs when a figure startles you. You’re back hitting the wall and you silently gasp but then feel relief when your best friend’s dad, rafe, enters the kitchen. His tall figure coming into light. Hes shirtless, his sweatpants hanging down on his hips, his abs flexing as he walks towards you. Eyes on you as he reaches with one hand for the fridge handle, pulling it open. The light illuminates your figure more. The skimpy white tank and short sleeping shorts leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Rafes eyes trail down your chest, where your nipples poke at the fabric, and down to your thighs that are squeezed into the shorts.

“It’s late” he says turning his head back towards the fridge and pulling out the pitcher of water. “Couldn’t sleep?” He pulls a glass from the cupboard and pours himself some of the liquid. Gulping it down and setting the glass onto the kitchen island. You shake your head, looking down at the tiled floor. “Was just thirsty, is all” you mutter, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Rafe made you feel like that. He’d always be watching you whenever you were over, always stern and authoritative. He would never actually say anything to you, he barely spoke to you. This is the most he’s said to you in all 4 years you’ve been coming over.

Rafe is the most feared man on the island. After his father’s death he took for the family business and turned it into an empire. People cowered in front of him. He intimidated you, you dont know why you allowed him to make you feel this way. He’s never done anything to you. “You don’t have to be scared of me” you were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadnt realized he was so close. “W-what? I’m not, sir” you stuttered on your words. He rolled his eyes, “and you don’t have to call me sir” he stepped closer, caging your body against the wall. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Not only because his natural scent of Cardamom and Sage enveloped you, but because there was nowhere to go even if you tried to move. “A pretty thing like you..” he cut his sentence short. His fingers moving up to push a strand of hair out of your face. He lifted your chin upward with his thumb and pointer finger so you could look him in the eye. “You know I watch you whenever you’re here.” He continues speaking, not even paying attention to how uncomfortable he’s making you.

“So pretty, sweetheart” his eyes go lower to your chest. Hands moving down to palm your tits through the materiel in the way. You whine, but not in pleasure, more in fear. Fear of not knowing what he’s doing or what he’ll do next. But your to scared to move. Back still firmly against the wall as he lifts the hem of your shirt up and you hear him groan when your plump tits are exposed. “God.” He mutters, “these are.. beautiful” he gropes them in his palm. “How many times I’ve imaged seeing you like this. How many times I’ve touched myself to you” he continues talking but he’s not even talking to you. He’s just thinking out loud. “and now I can have what I’ve always wanted” he reaches for his sweatpants lowering the cloth down and pulling his hardened length out. You gasp and your eyes widen in shock, “Mr. Cameron, I-i don’t think-“ he shushes you, “that’s right, sweetheart. Don’t think” he swiftly turns you around, yanking at your short and panties and spreading your legs wider.

You feel the pressure of his tip push into your hole. The stretch and reality of what’s happening bringing tears to your eyes. “Quiet baby” he chuckles breathlessly “don’t wanna wake anyone up” he snuggles himself fully in you and you whimper. This might be wrong and disgusting, but why does it feel good. He places his palm around your mouth, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering “brace yourself, sweetheart. I’ve dreamt about this for far too long and I won’t be gentle” before pulling back and snapping his hips into you roughly. The tears spill from your eyes. You don’t want this, but you can’t help the way he fills you up, his tip already finding that spot inside you that has your thighs shaking and a sadistic smirk painting Rafes face. Taglist

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[maybankslover]

dropped your hand while dancing- rafe cameron

rafe cameron x kook!reader

sixth part

warnings: angst, angst, more angst, bit of fluff and more angst. talks of sex in a flashback. catholicism is included, priest, church.

summary: what happens when the only love you've ever known leaves you? what happens when you have a baby with him?

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rafe maintaind his distance from her the following days, respecting her space and allowing what she had said to him sink in his mind.

she was right, he hurted her and even the word hurt seemed small and insignificant to describe what he had done to her. he knew they would never go back to the way it was even if he tried.

"my parents are getting back tomorrow afternoon." she mentioned while they prepared dinner.

"I can leave in the morning, i know your dad can't stand the sight of me." he chuckled trying to lighten up the talk.

"heard me cry one too many times." the words escape from her before she could even think. "sorry."

"no, don't apologise. I know what I did." the conversation died down 'til a few minutes later when she spoke again.

"do you think we could take sky to the house someday soon?" he smiled.

"I'll get tanyhill cleaning lady to go clean tomorrow and we can go on friday." his chest warmed at the sight of a small smile forming in her face.

"it's good with me."

the next morning came way too fast for them. rafe didn't want to leave, the past two weeks waking up and falling asleep with their baby in the same house, seeing y/n first thing in the morning was a sight he didn't know if he would ever see again and now wonders when he'll be able to do it again.

"I'll see you two on friday then." he kissed sky's cheeks repeatedly.

"yeah, I'll meet you there." she gave him half a smile.

"nah don't worry, I'll come pick you up after work around four pm." he kissed sky one more time. "I love you skylar bear." the second he placed her in her mother's arms she started to cry extending her tiny arms towards him.

"daddy's gotta go sunshine. say bye bye to daddy." she kissed her head in a try to calm her down.

"I'll see you baby, I promise you honey." he kissed her cheek and made his way to his truck knowing that she wouldn't let him leave if e stayed for a few more minutes.

when he arrived at tanyhill, his parents were sitting in the living room.

"son you're back." ward looked at him while rafe plopped down on the sofa across from them closing his eyes.

"yeah y/n's parents are coming back today."

"how was everything?" anne smiled at him.

"weird but nice. it's the first time in months that we're in the same room, the first time with sky looking like." he paused. "like the family we would've been."

"there's not even a little bit of hope of you two reconnecting at some point?" ward asked.

"not sure dad, I hurted her really bad. I wish I could fix it but I said to her face that I didn't know if I loved her two months before our wedding." he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. "you know what's even worse, I made her feel worthless for months dad, she thought I was cheating on her due to my lack of interest in the months prior to the end of our relationship." he laughed ironically. "she shouldn't even let me see my daughter and she would be right to do so. I ruined her, us, everything."

"rafe honey." his mom got up from her spot and sat next to where his body laid. "you made a mistake, there's no one we would love more to be your wife than y/n. you know how much we love her but maybe it's time to move on and find someone new."

"anne!" ward exclaimed. "don't you dare rafael, not without exhausting every single possibility of getting your family with you. don't forget that even if you can find someone new, she can too and someone else can replace your place in sky's life." his father stood up giving him a sharp glance before leaving the room.

"mom, I love you but don't you ever try and tell me to move on from her."

the next two days until friday came they exchanged texts mostly about sky and some others about their day.

on friday, rafe arrived to her parent's house at 15.58 pm ringing the bell just before the clock could say 16.00 pm.

her dad opened the door. "rafael."

"edward, how are you?"

"fine, thank you. y/n/n he's here." her dad looked back to call for her. "take care of them."

"with my life."

"yeah, you said that once too, look where we are now." rafe felt the same as he did at 16 the first time he came to get y/n to go to their first date and edward stood behind her at the door.

"rafe!" she stepped outside of the house. "bye dad, see you later." she kissed her dad's cheek before walking to rafe's side.

"hey." he smiled at her when a gasp of surprise shifted their attention towards it's source. "and there she is, my little princess." he took her from her mother's arms before kissing his baby's chubby cheeks.

the drive there was short and quiet, an old playlist playing softly.

she stared at the house for a solid minute while he took their baby out of her car seat.

"you got the key?" she asked.

"yeah, here." he handed it to her and started their walk to the front door. the cushions on the porche swing were no longer there neither the flowers she used to grow.

once inside their minds went to the same memory.

flashback

"baby." her laugh echoed in the still-empty house while he picked her up the same way newlyweds do.

"home sweet home." he smiled kissing her cheek.

they had an air mattress on the floor, a champagne bottle in one hand and take-out food in the other.

"can't believe it's finally ours." y/n's arms circled around his neck once he had lowered her to the ground.

he kissed her. "I love you for eternity."

"I love you forever and more baby."

end of flashback

rafe walked switching the lights on, y/n continued her path towards the kitchen, another memory passing by.

flashback

rafe hugged her from behind kissing along her neck while she cut fruit on the kitchen island. "you look so pretty in those shorts babe."

"I think you like how my ass looks in them cameron." she giggled.

"yeah same thing." he gripped her waist. "let me get you out of them tho." she could feel his smirk on her neck.

"the cleaning lady is here rafey. wait 'til she leaves."

"she won't even notice." his hand making his way inside her shorts.

"rafe cameron!" she laughed hitting on his hand.

end of flashback

"hey." rafe's hand touched her lower back. "you okay?"

"yeah it's just too many memories." she looked at sky and smiled. "she's the best of both of us." she kissed her baby's nose making the little girl laugh. "are you alright with her here? I want to walk around the house for a bit."

"yeah yeah, we'll have fun with miss chubby cheeks." he smiled at her.

once upstairs another one hit her mind.

flashback

"don't get up, let's just stay here all day." rafe was with his head on her chest while she ran her fingers through his head.

"we have lunch with the family at 1 pm at the club rafey."

"make them wait, it's not every day I can lay with you in the morning." he snuggled more into her.

"alright I guess they can wait."

end of flashback

rafe downstairs wasn't doing much better with the flashbacks flowing around him.

flashback

"oh I love this song." she said when the way you looked tonight started playing in the tv. rafe took her hand an pulled both of them up.

"would you grant me this dance mademoiselle?" he said in a very bad french accent.

"i guess I can't decline the offer kind sir." the smile she gave him was a sight he would never grow tired of.

end of flashback

she entered the room they used to call "ours" looking around while the memories turned sour.

flashback

once again rafe didn't make an appearance to the dinner date they said they would have that night, the lights were turned off in the kitchen and dinning room which previously had been nicely ambiented for the night. she was getting into bed, makeup removed and pijamas on while fool for you by zayn played on her phone, ironic she thought, when the front door opened and closed.

"baby where are you?" his voice made her want to cry, he opened their bedroom door. "I'm sorry." he sat beside her. "I lost track of time with topper."

"yeah I know, just as last week and the week before."

"I'm sorry, I love you." he took her hand in his and kissed it.

"you should show it, lately there're no clues of that being real." she turned her back towards him.

"I'm sorry." he sighed when he didn't received an answer.

end of flashback

her eyes filled with tears while she remembered the dodged kisses, the afternoons crying when he wasn't home.

she used to swear she would die if he ever left her. it sure felt like it when he actually did, long before he was physically gone.

flashback

she was at church, he didn't make it to the reunion with the priest to talk about the ceremony.

"are you alright y/n?" father thomas asked her.

"I feel this wedding ain't going to happen, I'm afraid I'll die at the altar waiting for him to make time for it too." she confessed for the first time her fears.

"I've known both of you kids for a long time. we've seen that you two love each other very much and for a very long time."

"I'm starting to believe his time has been cut short father thomas."

the pitiful look he gave her reminded her of how topper and kelce looked at her more than once under her own roof while they watched rafe reject her affection in ways he believed were subtle when in fact they were not.

end of flashback

she walked out and stepped inside of what could've now be sky's bedroom, painted on a very light baby yellow. two hands press on her shoulder's massaging for a bit.

he stands by her side now resting his arm around her shoulders.

"sky fell asleep while we were walking outside."

she nods. "it was time for her nap." y/n looked up at him. "we need to talk."

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[rafedaddy01]

READER GETTING A TATTOO “r c” BETWEEN HER TITTIES PLSSS😫😫😫

Summary: you show rafe the little surprise you got just for him, and he can’t get over it

Warnings: smut! smut! smut!

“Rafey.. I have a surprise for you” you whisper into your boyfriend’s ear as he sleeps soundly in your shared bed. “Wake up”

“Mmm, baby? You finally home”

You’re a little tipsy from the night out you had with your girls. “Look, I got this just for you”

Rafes eyes suddenly pop open, wide awake from his sound slumber, “holy shit-“ he groans as he stares at your perfectly supple breasts and down the middle you have his initial R with a heart next to it. His dick immediately standing at attention.

“Do you.. do you like it?” Your suddenly nervous as his expression gives no hope of him liking it but rather of shock. “It was stupid, I- I was a little drunk, and-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, sloppy and filled with utter lust as his tongue speaks to you the words he isn’t able to communicate. “This is the hottest thing you could do. Marking your body as my territory, all mine”

He lifts you onto his lap as his lips attack yours once again, his big hands fall to your hips as he grinds your body’s together. Your tight little club dress riding up your thighs and exposing your pantyless crotch against his hard cock.

You moan into his mouth and he devours it.

Both of you are animalistic as you kiss like your starved. Like you can’t get enough air, mouths open wide and tongues fighting for dominance.

You can’t even pull away as your hands work down his boxers and you grip his cock, rubbing his angry mushroom tip against your sore and needy clit. You whine as you feel an electric shock of pleasure shoot up your spine.

Rafes lips move down your neck and chest, when he gets to the tattoo he kisses it softly and it makes your insides melt. When his lips latch onto your right nipple you push down on his cock and both of you groan from the stretch.

You give yourself a minute before you start rocking, feeling how good he stretches you open the more you push down on him. He continues to suck on your sensitive nipple before moving to the left one and sucking harsher.

You’re bouncing ferociously at this point. The slapping sound of skin filling your room, the slick of both your juices (mostly yours) slipping down your thighs and onto rafe and the bed as it acts as lube.

“Close” you whimper as your legs shake and tremble with pleasure. Rafe grips onto your hips and your palms smack flat against his chest for stability.

He starts thrusting up into you and taking over as you fall against his rock hard body, nuzzling your face into his neck and kissing.

He’s pounding so hard below you that the bed moves and squeaks and the headboard bangs repeatedly against the wall.

All that’s heard is your moans and small squeaks of Rafes and yes’s before you have the most mind blowing orgasm ever.

He doesn’t stop thrusting up into you until his own release hits him and he lets a strings of groans and I love yous fall out into the air.

You feel the warmth immediately, his cum painting your insides white and making you feel warm and fuzzy and safe.

His thrusts slow as he keeps his cock in you and the cum drips out of you and all over him and the bed, but none of you care as both of you doze off into the night. 

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[rafedaddy01]

Summary: based on this request - part 2

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, age gap, riding

-

You had a massive crush on your boss. How could you not? He was Rafe Fucking Cameron. King of the island, and you were lucky enough to score the job as his live in maid.

“Mmm, feels good” Rafe grumbled in his sleep.

So of course you took advantage of the title.

“Fuck” you whispered as you fully sat down on his hard cock

“So warm” he groaned, his eyes still shut and his breathing even as he slept.

“Shit, sir. You feel so good inside me” you bite your lip and start rocking back and forth.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop” Rafe grunts

You’d do this pretty often.

Rafe would come home after work and you always have a glass of whiskey waiting for him, with a little something special to make him sleepy.

You’d crawl into his bed and make yourself feel good.

You didn’t feel any shame, you couldn’t. You’ve seen the way he occasionally stared at you when you bend down to dust or when you cook him and his kids dinner. He wants you. He simply just needs some motivation, and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

You picked up the pace, lifting your lower half and bouncing up and down at an even yet fast pace.

Your clit rubs against the scruff patch of hairs on his skin, it felt heavenly.

You wish he could be awake to see your tits bounce as you moved, to see the way you bite your lip as you try to contain your moans.

“Oh sir, you feel so good” you whisper to yourself as you grab your tits and squeeze. Indulging in your pleasure.

“I wish you could see me” you place your hands on his chest and bend down to bite at his earlobe as you whisper.

Rafes cock is throbbing inside you.

You stop bouncing and grind in a circular motion, letting your clit get some attention.

Rafe shifts under you, his eyes fluttering but closing right after as his breathing settles back to an even pace.

You feel the warmth inside you, the way he paints your walls white and it triggers your own release and you rub your clit with your small fingers and bounce faster. Making sure you milk him for everything he’s got.

You ride out your high and pull off him to look down and see his cum drip down your thighs as a glob falls onto his thigh. You dip your finger into it and suck it off, moaning at the delicious taste.

“Sweet dreams” you giggle as you peck his lips and rush off to your room.

You sleep like a baby, waking up early in the morning to start breakfast.

Meanwhile rafe wakes up feeling a little sore, and as he looks down and notices the mess you left behind.

“Fuck” he groans

“Not again” he huffs out a breath as he closes his eyes and the flashback of his dream comes back.

His cock rehardens as he images you on top of him. Chasing your own pleasure, he imagines you whispering in his ear and teasing him.

His hand reaches down, gripping his cock hard and stroking up and down.

Small moans of your name come out in breaths and he quickens his pace.

“Shit, shit, oh fuck” he grunts as he tugs on his poor red tip and his cum splatters all over his lower stomach.

His head falls back against the pillow as he steadys his breathing.

“Fuck” he swallows hard and pushes the dirty thoughts out of his mind before getting up and showering.

Downstairs you move around his kitchen, a satisfied smile on your face as you plate the food for everybody.

“Good morning, sir” you beam at rafe as he enters the kitchen.

“I made eggs and bacon with a side of pancakes, your favorite” you set the plate in front of him before handing the kids their plates.

Rafe eyes you up and down. From your beautiful smile to the way your ass fits incredibly into your jeans.

“Mr. Cameron?” You scrunch your eyebrows at him, snapping him out of his trance. Although too bad for his dick, it’s already standing at attention again.

“Is everything alright?” You try to hide your smirk.

You know everything is not alright.

This happens every time. The dose you give rafe is not enough to make him forget everything, it simply just blurs his mind and he wakes up thinking he dreamt the whole thing.

He clears his throat, “everything is perfect” you nod at him before turning around and containing your giggles. You love your job.

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[rafedaddy01]

hiii i love your writing so much!

can u maybe do rafe eating his babysitter y/n out

and his wife calls y/n during it for an update on the kids

and she has to talk to his wife while trying not to moan but rafe does it harder

and she accidentally a moan slip and his wife asks her "are you okay?" and y/n has to come up with an excuse

🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you!

Summary: request ^^

Warnings: smut, cheating, age-gap, oral fem receiving, mentions of fingering, slight bj, 18+ content

His tongue teased and tasted your dripping desire.

His strong arms encircled your waist, effortlessly holding your thighs apart.

Your back arched off the bed, overwhelmed as the pleasure surged to its peak.

Just as you were about to lose yourself, the sound of your phone’s ringing pulled both of you back to reality.

You reached for the phone, showing Rafe that it was his wife calling. He urged you to answer.

“You cleared your throat, your voice a whisper, “Hello?”

Rafe's head fell back down, his tongue teasing your clit then he thrust the muscle inside you, exploring and testing his limits.

Your eyes widened, shooting him a glare as you struggled to maintain your composure on the phone.

But your composure faltered as a moan, part groan, escaped when Rafe added his fingers to the mix. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just—just stepped on a toy. The kids are perfectly fine!”

Rafe smirked against your skin, his chin slick with your juices as you thrashed beneath him, desperately trying to push him away.

“Okay. Yes, I will, thank you.” You quickly ended the call, tossing the phone aside and gripping Rafe’s head as he deepened his focus between your legs.

“Fuck”, you moaned as his tongue lapped at you, flicking and sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth.

Your legs trembled, thighs threatening to close, but Rafe's strong arms held you down as he dove deeper, using his finger to tease at your entrance.

“Rafe—“ His name slipped from your lips like a prayer.

He slid a finger inside you, adding a second and curving them just as your back arched off the bed. His free hand pressed against your belly, holding you in place to endure the relentless pleasure he was giving you.

You could feel the smugness on his face without even needing to look at him.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Rafe Cameron loved to play games, and he knew how to drive you wild, making you talk on the phone while his tongue was buried inside you. “Gonna cum, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, oh god, yes!”

You feel the dam break, your release crashing through you as you not only cum, but squirt all over Rafe's face, chest, and the bed.

“Ah, fuck, baby. That was the hottest shit I've ever seen”, Rafe groaned, his eyes locked on you as you trembled.

Your hands covered your face in embarrassment. “That was so embarrassing.”

“Sweetheart, look how hard that made me. There's nothing embarrassing about it; that was sexy as hell”, he groaned, adjusting himself in his boxers.

He gently pulled your hands away from your face, and when you looked down, your legs instinctively rubbed together at the sight of how hard he truly was for you.

Your breath hitches as he draws closer.

His palm gently caresses your cheek as he sweetly plants a kiss on your lips. “Now, are you gonna help me take care of this?”

He gently urged your head down until you were face to face with his erection, straining against his boxers from how hard he was.

You swiftly pull the material down, gasping at just how big he truly is.

For a moment, you wondered how his wife handles him. He clearly has the goods, but do they even have sex? Was this why Rafe brought you to bed, or was it just because he was bored and needed someone to occupy his time?

Too lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed Rafe growing impatient. He gripped your hair, guiding your mouth open as he slid inside.

He pulled back, then thrust forward, making you gag around him. “Oh shit, that's good!”

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[rafedaddy01]

Babysitter y/n slipping into rafes bed during the night when his wife is away on a work trip

She convinces him ,because she normally already drove home at 8 pm that he is just having a lucid dream

So shes not real and there are not consequences to his actions

So rafe makes all his dream about her come true

Fing her tight virgin p Doggy style as hard as he can

Of course raw

Grabing her as he wishes

And it really is a dream come true

Until the next mornign when he wakes up d still inside of y/n and he hears "honey I am home"

And he realizes he just actually f d his babysitter

Summary: You've spent years trying to get Rafe Cameron to pop your cherry. He's eight years older than you, but that's never stopped you. Ever since you were 16, you've been obsessed with him. Now, you've finally landed a job as his babysitter, and you're determined to get exactly what you want.

Warnings: SMUT, age-gap

Notes: thank you for the request. I added my own little back story to it ❤️

Your heart pounded in your chest, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins leaving you trembling. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing?”

“Shh, it’s not real. Just a dream, baby.”

He placed his palms firmly on your hips, his grip possessive as he steadied you over him. A sly smirk tugged at his lips. “Is it now? Funny, ‘cause it feels pretty damn real to me, baby.”

Your heart raced, but you forced yourself to stay composed as you leaned in and kissed him deeply, your lips lingering against his. Pulling back just slightly, you whispered, "If this were real, would I be doing this?"

The atmosphere shifted in an instant, heavy and electric. Rafe moved with predatory precision, flipping you over with ease until you were ass-up beneath him. His palm came down hard on your skin, the sharp sting leaving a mark and pulling a startled whine from your lips.

Rafe chuckled darkly, his hand lingering on the sting he left behind. “You like that, huh? Thought you could tease me and get away with it? Nah, baby, I don’t play nice.”

“Rafe—” your voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper as you glanced back at him. Your skin burned under his touch, a mix of nerves and anticipation twisting in your stomach. “You can’t just… do that and expect me to keep it together.”

Rafe’s grin was wicked as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “Baby, if this is a dream, I’m making the most of it. Who knows when I’ll get to ruin you like this in real life?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, soft and inviting, as you tilted your head slightly, exposing the curve of your neck. Your eyes met his, a mixture of daring and vulnerability. “Do anything you want to me, Rafey,” you murmured, your words hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge, full of promise and surrender.

“Fuck,” Rafe muttered under his breath, his voice rough and low, like he was trying to convince himself this was real. The way you looked at him, eyes wide and filled with something between trust and temptation, made his chest tighten. You looked untouchable, like some kind of angel sent to test him, and yet here you were, all his for the taking. His lips curled into that signature smirk, dark and dangerous.“You’re too fucking perfect for me,” he murmured, his hand brushing your jaw as his thumb traced over your bottom lip. His blue eyes burned into yours, a storm of desire and control swirling inside them. “But you keep looking at me like that, and I’ll ruin you, angel. Consider it a challenge… and I never lose, baby.”

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation as you felt the tip of him pressing against your entrance. Your hips instinctively rolled back, seeking him, your movements deliberate, enticing, and impossible for him to resist.

"Ready, baby?" Rafe's voice was low and rough, a warning laced with dark intent. He didn't wait for your answer, pressing forward until his cock filled you completely, stretching you to the hilt. A guttural groan escaped his lips, his head falling back for a moment before his piercing blue eyes locked onto you again. "Fucking perfect," he hissed through gritted teeth, his palms gripping your hips with a bruising intensity. Without hesitation, he pulled back, then thrust forward with a force that made your breath hitch, his control slipping as he chased the pleasure only you could give him.

"Yes! Oh, fuck," you moaned, your voice breaking as your nails clawed desperately at the sheets beneath you. Your knees dug into the mattress, your back arching instinctively, presenting yourself to him in a way that made his breath hitch. From behind, Rafe groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he watched himself disappear into you, the sight driving him wild. "God, you're fucking perfect," he growled, his pace faltering for a moment as he took in the view, utterly consumed by you.

"Fucking perfect, baby," Rafe groaned, his voice rough as he pulled you closer. "So tight and warm... I fucking love it." Without warning, he smacked the curve of your ass, the sound sharp and satisfying. His hand lingered there, gripping and kneading the flesh, soothing the sting with a possessive caress.

Your release built rapidly, the pressure becoming unbearable. "Rafe, l'm gonna cum!" you moaned, your voice trembling with need. His palms gripped your hips tightly as his cock pulsed inside you, his own release dangerously close.

"Come on, baby, give it to me. Let me feel you soak my cock," Rafe growled, thrusting harder, his tip relentlessly hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck, Rafe," you gasped, the words barely escaping as the floodgates opened. Your legs trembled uncontrollably as you came, his release following in sync, his body collapsing beside yours. His cock still nestled inside you, the two of you drifted into an exhausted slumber. But morning arrived with an ominous chill, the sound of creaking steps jolting you awake. A voice, clear and sharp, echoed through the house-his wife's voice, calling out for her husband. Your heart froze as Rafe stirred beside you, still buried within you, completely unaware of the storm about to erupt.

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