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ahh pls do rafe fingering reader who’s trying to tell him abt her day and every time she tries to speak he just curls inside of her bc he thinks it’s funny to watch her struggle to speak

you're curled up on rafe’s lap, tucked against his chest, trying your hardest to tell him about your day. you can feel the warmth of his palm resting on your thigh, fingers idly tracing circles against your skin, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary, he’s always touching you.

“so then i was—” your breath catches in your throat when his fingers dip between your legs, pushing past your panties without warning.

you shoot him a glare, shifting slightly in his lap, but he just smirks. “don’t stop, baby. you were saying?”

you huff, trying to focus, ignoring the way his fingers tease at your entrance. “i was saying—i was saying that—” your words falter as he pushes two fingers inside, slow and deliberate.

“yeah?” rafe murmurs, lips ghosting over your temple as he curls his fingers, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “what about it?”

you whimper, gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to stop him, but he just chuckles, thrusting his fingers deeper, fucking into you with a lazy rhythm.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he coos, “finish your story.”

you try. really, you do. but every time you open your mouth, he twists his fingers just right, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“what’s wrong?” rafe taunts, voice dripping with amusement. “you were talkin’ so much a second ago.”

your head drops against his shoulder, breathy whimpers slipping past your lips as his pace quickens. he’s enjoying this—watching you struggle, watching your body betray you.

“god, you’re cute,” he murmurs, voice laced with something almost affectionate. “so fuckin’ cute when you try to act like you’re not falling apart for me.”

you don’t even try to fight it anymore, letting your hips rock against his hand, chasing that high you know he’s more than happy to give you.

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ok weird request..

can you PUHLEASE do one with submissive rafe being loud in bed? like I mean excessively loud.. that's it!

his head is thrown back against the pillows, throat exposed, adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out another loud, broken moan. rafe doesn’t even try to hold back—not when your hips roll over him just right, not when your tight, wet heat is dragging him to the edge so fast he can barely breathe.

"f-fuck—baby," he whimpers, voice cracking as his hands grip your waist like a lifeline. "oh my god—oh my fucking—"

you press your palm over his mouth, barely holding back a giggle at how absolutely wrecked he looks beneath you. his lashes flutter, his brows pinched together in pure desperation, but that doesn't stop the muffled whines spilling against your skin.

"rafe," you tease, leaning down until your lips brush his ear. "you’re so loud."

he nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut as his hips buck up to meet yours. he’s completely at your mercy, panting against your palm, body trembling as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

when you move your hand, he immediately lets out the neediest moan you’ve ever heard, his head lolling to the side, his fingers digging into your thighs. "baby, please—please, i’m gonna—"

and then he’s gone, shuddering beneath you, his moans loud, completely helpless as he falls apart, pleasure overtaking every inch of him.

rafe is a mess beneath you. his fingers are gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white, his chest heaving, lips parted as the prettiest, most desperate sounds slip out.

"baby, please," he whimpers, voice wrecked, hips jerking up despite himself. his eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you, his lower lip trembling. "i—I can’t—"

you hum, tilting your head. "can’t what, rafe?"

he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows. "c-can’t hold it," he stutters, his body arching as you pick up the pace. "feels too good—fuck—too fucking good."

you run your nails down his chest, watching as he shivers under your touch. "so sensitive," you murmur, your tone full of amusement.

he nods frantically, his hands reaching for you, but he’s too weak to do anything but grasp at your wrists. "m’so sensitive," he echoes, his voice so soft, so needy.

you lean in, pressing your lips to his ear. "then be a good boy and take it for me."

rafe lets out the loudest, most broken moan yet, his whole body trembling as he completely falls apart.

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rafe makes u feel better after your bf cheated on you

rafe had his thumb between your lips, your teary eyes locked on his as he pounded into you, hips snapping against yours with a brutal pace. you didn’t know how long he had been fucking you—how many times he had made you come—but at this point, your brain had completely shut off. your only job was to take it. take him.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, watching the way your body jolted with each thrust. “he ever fuck you like this? ever make you feel this good?”

you whimpered around his thumb, sucking on it mindlessly as he ruined you, his free hand gripping your hip so tight you were sure you’d feel it tomorrow.

“knew you’d come runnin’ back to me,” he rasped, eyes dark as he drank in your fucked-out expression. “knew you needed me to remind you how a real man treats you.”

your body was shaking, overwhelmed with pleasure, and rafe just smirked, his pace never faltering. he was losing himself in you, head tipping back as your walls clenched down around him.

“shit—fuck,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. a whimper slipped from your lips when you felt the hot spurts of his release flood your insides, warmth spreading through your lower belly.

rafe collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged, body still trembling from the aftershocks. his arms caged you in, his lips trailing sloppy kisses along your damp skin, and then—

“you’re mine,” he mumbled against your jaw, voice raw. “don’t ever forget that.”

@ rafesbows

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pls pls do rafe with reader who literally won’t shut up. like she just yaps all the time and so he has her give him head and she’s trying to talk through it so he makes her gag on purpose rip

"jesus christ, do you ever shut up?"

rafe's voice was heavy with amusement, his head tipped back against the couch as he palmed lazily at the bulge in his sweats. you were kneeling between his legs, nails tracing up his thighs as you continued running your mouth.

"i'm just saying, i don't get why you're always acting like you don't love hearing me talk," you pouted, tilting your head. "i mean, you're the one who always—"

"yeah, yeah," he cut you off with a smirk, dragging a thumb over your bottom lip. "you know what would really prove your point?"

you blinked up at him. "what?"

he grinned. "put that pretty mouth to better use."

before you could fire back, rafe was already tugging at the waistband of his sweats, pulling his cock free, thick and heavy in his grip. your lips parted instinctively, tongue darting out, but even as you wrapped your hand around him, you still had something to say.

"you know, i feel like you never ask me to—"

rafe groaned, shaking his head. "jesus, baby."

he didn’t give you time to finish the thought, just gripped your hair and guided you down until your lips wrapped around the flushed tip. you gave an experimental suck, swirling your tongue, but, of course, you tried talking again.

"mmf—i was saying—"

rafe huffed out a laugh, watching the way your lips moved against him. "are you seriously—" he groaned as you mumbled something around his cock, the vibrations shooting straight up his spine. "fucking hell. you really can't help yourself, huh?"

you looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes innocently.

"alright, baby," he murmured, tightening his grip in your hair. "guess i gotta make you stop talkin'."

before you could react, he thrust forward, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. your eyes widened as he hit the back of your throat, your hands flying up to grip his thighs, nails digging in.

"mmf—"

"what was that?" rafe taunted, his tone dripping with mockery as he gave another sharp roll of his hips. "you were saying?"

your throat constricted around him as you gagged, tears pricking your eyes, but rafe only groaned at the sensation.

"fuck, baby," he rasped, holding you there for a moment, watching the way your lashes fluttered. "s'what i thought."

he loosened his grip just enough for you to pull back, sucking in a breath, your lips slick with spit as you glared up at him.

"asshole," you muttered, voice hoarse.

rafe grinned, thumbing at your bottom lip. "keep talking, baby," he challenged. "see where it gets you.

you knew exactly where it would get you.

and you still didn’t shut up.

@ rafesbows

rafe takes care of u (´・ω・`)/~

rafe leaned against your doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you struggle with the simplest task, opening a bottle of water. your manicured nails tapped uselessly against the cap, frustration written all over your pouty lips.

“jesus christ,” he sighed, pushing off the frame and snatching the bottle from your hands. “you’re actually helpless, you know that?”

you blinked up at him, doe-eyed, lower lip jutting out in a dramatic little pout. “it’s not my fault,” you whined, twiddling your fingers. “they’re too long, rafe.”

he twisted the cap off with ease, taking a slow sip before handing it back to you. “and yet, you still get them done every week.”

you huffed, taking the bottle and sipping delicately, your lashes fluttering. “’cause they’re pretty.”

rafe shook his head, plopping onto your couch, legs spread wide. “you called me over for this? to be your personal assistant?”

you flopped down beside him, curling up against his side. “mhm,” you hummed, tracing absentmindedly over his arm. “who else is gonna help me, rafe?”

his jaw clenched at that.

you had other people. friends. guys who tripped over themselves to cater to you. but here you were, clinging to him, whining his name, acting like he was the only one who could take care of you.

his fingers flexed against his thigh. “you’re lucky you’re cute, crybaby,” he muttered. “what else do you need help with?”

—

rafe had you sprawled out on your plush pink couch, your lacy little shorts shoved aside, thighs spread wide over his lap. his fingers were buried deep inside your dripping cunt, the cold metal of his rings pressing against your swollen clit as he worked you open.

"so fucking needy," he muttered, watching the way your body squirmed, desperate for more. "cryin’ all day ‘cause you can’t do shit for yourself, but you sure know how to make a fucking mess."

your manicured nails dug into his wrist, trying to slow him down, but rafe just smirked, curling his fingers, pressing right against that spot that made you see stars.

your head fell back against the cushions, a whimper slipping from your glossy lips. "r-rafe—"

"what, baby?" he cooed, his voice dripping with condescension. "this what you wanted? needed me to take care of this too?"

you nodded frantically, hips bucking against his hand, completely at his mercy. your tiny little body trembled in his hold, overwhelmed by the way his fingers stretched you, filled you, owned you.

rafe leaned in, nose grazing the shell of your ear, voice thick with amusement. "bet you could touch yourself," he mused, his thumb circling your clit in slow, deliberate motions. "bet you just wanted me to do it instead, huh? my poor, helpless, spoiled little baby."

your moan was high and broken, your walls fluttering around his fingers as the heat coiled tight in your belly.

rafe chuckled, his free hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"gonna cum for me, crybaby?" he murmured, lips brushing against yours.

you could only whimper in response, body tensing as the pleasure overtook you, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashed over you in waves.

rafe groaned, watching you fall apart in his hands, his cock twitching in his sweats.

you were so easy to take care of.

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can you do something like rafe’s not really interested in you but when he f*cks you he starts to get interested in you? iykwim

rafe never really thought much about you. you were just another pretty girl, just another body to fill his bed when he felt like it. nothing special. nothing serious.

at least, that’s what he told himself.

but now? now, you’re underneath him, all soft and needy, eyes blown wide as you whimper his name. your fingers claw at his arms, holding on for dear life as he fucks into you, deep and slow, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him.

“fuck, rafe—” your voice cracks, and he feels it, something in his chest tightening, something unfamiliar crawling up his throat.

he watches you, the way your lips part, the way your lashes flutter, the way you’re taking everything he gives you without a single complaint.

he told himself he didn’t care, but why does it feel so good to see you like this? to have you looking up at him like he’s the only thing that matters?

his pace stutters for a second, his brows furrowing.

“shit,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head like he’s trying to clear it.

this was supposed to be just sex. that’s it.

so why the fuck does he want to see you again after this? why does he suddenly feel the urge to keep you close, to make sure no one else gets to have you like this?

“rafe?” your voice is soft, a little unsure.

he blinks down at you, and something shifts in his expression, less detached, more intense. his fingers tighten around your thighs, his movements growing rougher, more desperate, like he’s chasing something more than just release.

“you’re mine,” he grits out, surprising even himself.

your breath hitches, your nails digging into his back. “w-what?”

“you heard me,” he growls, leaning down to kiss you, claiming your mouth like he’s just realized he never wants anyone else to have it.

@ rafesbows

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i love ur writing smm! Could you do short reader being in an argument with rafe but she's wearing a low top and he just cant seem to focus because he's just staring at her cleavage?

your arms were crossed tight over your chest, eyes narrowed as you glared up at rafe, waiting for him to actually listen to a word you were saying.

but he wasn’t.

his arms were crossed too, but his gaze? yeah, not on your face.

"rafe," you snapped, shifting on your feet, frustration bubbling over. "are you even listening to me right now?"

"mhmm," he hummed, though his eyes never left the deep cut of your top, the way it dipped just enough to tease.

your brows furrowed. "then what did i just say?"

silence.

you let out a breath, hands landing on your hips. "seriously?"

rafe blinked, dragging his gaze back up to your face like he’d just snapped out of a trance. "what?"

your mouth fell open. "i can’t believe you right now—"

"baby," he drawled, stepping closer, hands finding your waist with that lazy smirk pulling at his lips. "how am i supposed to focus when you’re standing here, looking like that?"

you huffed, trying to shove at his chest, but he just chuckled, pulling you in closer, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

"let’s just... put a pause on the arguing, yeah?" he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over your jaw. "‘cause i can promise you, there’s something else i’d much rather be doing right now."

you were about to argue again, but then his hands slid lower, thumbs grazing your stomach before curling around your hips, gripping just hard enough to make you shiver.

"rafe," you warned, voice losing its edge as he crowded into you, backing you up until your thighs hit the table.

"mm?" he hummed, hands slipping lower, squeezing at your waist before sliding around to cup your ass. "keep going, baby, i swear i’m listening."

his lips brushed over your collarbone, and fuck, you knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing.

"you are so fucking annoying," you muttered, though your hands were already fisting in his shirt, and that cocky smirk against your skin told you he knew you were giving in.

"but you love me," he teased, tilting his head, dragging his mouth down, lips parting just slightly before he bit.

a gasp slipped past your lips, your hands tightening in his shirt as he sucked at the soft skin, kissing over it before tilting back up to look at you.

"let me make it up to you," he murmured, hoisting you up onto the table with ease, his hands already pushing your thighs apart. "properly."

hmm imagine bsf!jj big spooning reader when they're napping on the ouch like usual but he has a wet dream with reader and he wakes up to find himself hard against reader. Oh and his face if she stirs and moans at the pressure in her sleep😫

oof, where's the lip-biting emoji when I need it

the nap started like it always did—your head resting against jj’s chest, his arms loosely draped around you as the two of you sunk into the couch. it wasn’t unusual, this was your thing. naps with your best friend, nothing weird about it.

except this time, jj wasn’t asleep as peacefully as you.

his dream started innocently enough, flashes of your laughter, the way your lips looked when you smiled, the warmth of your body pressed against his. but it quickly spiraled into something else, something that had him shifting in his sleep. in his dream, you were on top of him, your hands roaming his chest, your lips brushing against his neck, your hips rolling against his. it felt so real, too real.

he woke with a start, a low groan escaping his throat as he registered the situation. his arms were still around you, your body still nestled against his, and, fuck. his hips were pressed firmly against your ass, and he was rock hard.

"shit," he whispered under his breath, trying to subtly adjust himself, but the smallest movement made it worse. your soft body against him, the way you were so perfectly curled into him, it wasn’t helping.

then you stirred.

a quiet moan escaped your lips, muffled but unmistakable, as you shifted slightly in your sleep, pressing back against him. jj froze, his breath hitching as his face turned bright red. "fuck," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

he glanced down at you, praying you didn’t wake up, but the sight of your parted lips and the peaceful expression on your face only made things worse. his hands twitched where they rested on your waist, fighting the urge to grip your hips and pull you closer.

"jesus christ," he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed his body to calm down. but then you shifted again, letting out another soft moan as your body pressed more firmly against his, and he swore his heart stopped.

he bit down on his bottom lip, hard, trying to focus on anything else—literally anything—but the way you felt against him. he couldn’t move without risking waking you up, but staying like this wasn’t doing him any favors either.

when you let out a soft sigh and settled back into stillness, jj exhaled shakily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "you’re gonna fucking kill me," he whispered to himself, his voice strained.

he stayed like that, stiff as a board, until he was sure you were completely asleep again. only then did he carefully pull himself away, muttering curses under his breath as he all but sprinted to the bathroom to deal with the situation.