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[dilaurentispuckangel]

18+ only — Military!Rafe x NewWife!Reader

— NewlyWeds

You and rafe just arrived at your hotel in the Maldives, a happy couple that just got married, you guys have been together for four years before he proposed and now here you were, on vacation with the love of your life. Rafe was bringing the bags in behind you as he set them by the door before closing it behind him.

"You like it?" He asked with a small smirk, his voice deep, rough. That's one thing you loved about him, it could make you melt in seconds. You nod softly as you look at him with a soft smile, slowly making your way towards him as you wrap your arms around his neck

"I think I love it." You said as your smile widened before you pressed your lips softly against his. He let out a small groan as his arms make their way around your waist, gripping it tightly — not enough to hurt but enough to remind you tomorrow what happened. His hands slid down your waist and past your hips before they stop and grip your ass causing you to let out a small gasp. He chuckled — he loved hearing all your cute little sounds. His hands moved further as they drift to your thighs before he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist

You're lips part finally as you both pant harshly, your gaze moves to his — his eyes dark with desire and something else that you couldn't quite tell what it was. He makes his way towards the bedroom before dropping you gently on the bed causing you to giggle and he let out a huff as his brows frown in slight frustration.

"Don't giggle when I'm about to fuck you." He growled as his hands wrap around your ankles and swiftly pull you towards him, causing your core to collide with his hard length in his uniform pants. You couldn't help but moan since it put such a nice pressure against your clit through your shorts — the seam rubbing against you just right.

Rafe smirked at the sound before leaning down as his lips brush softly against your neck causing a small whine to leave your lips as your hips buck, desperate for some type of relief. This only made his smirk widened as he pulls back just enough to look down at you before pressing his hips harder against yours as he slowly starts moving his hips, the friction made you whimper as your eyes flutter shut

"Fuck rafe..." You moan,your hands gripping the hem of his shirt as he leans back down, his dog tags rubbing between your cleavage as he started kissing and nipping at your neck causing marks to appear that you knew people would look at you weird for but you could care less right now. "That's right baby... Say my name." He said in a low groan as his hips speed up causing you to whine as you bite you lip softly.

"Don't hide those pretty noises princess... I wanna hear how good I make you feel." Rafe said as his thumb brushes your bottom lip, pulling it free from your teeth before kissing you, it was messy, tongue and teeth as his hips press harder against yours before he pulls back from the kisses just enough to whisper against your lips

"Oh I'm gonna wreck you..."

[dilaurentispuckangel]

"Rafe Can Fix it" — Molly Made Me a Mess

Tags: Dom!Rafe, Brat!Reader, drug content (weed/molly), rough sex, degradation, forced orgasm, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, filthy talk, possessiveness, enemies-to-fuck dynamic

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x bitchy!reader

Reader is of legal age. Everything is consensual, just mean.

You weren’t supposed to take the whole capsule. But when did you ever listen to Rafe Cameron?

You sat on your bedroom floor, head tilted back against the wall, your legs spread wide open because your body wouldn’t stop buzzing. It felt like your skin was on fire, your clit twitching with every breath, every flicker of light, every thought of him. It was pathetic.

You were half-high, half-drenched, and all attitude.

You grabbed your phone and called him again. He picked up on the second ring.

“What now?”

“Oh, so now you answer?”

“You’ve called me four times.”

“Because you gave me that new molly like a jackass and didn’t warn me it was gonna turn me into a fuckin’ nympho. I’m crawling out of my skin over here.”

Rafe groaned low. “Did you take the whole thing?”

“…No.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“…Maybe.”

“You’re such a dumb fuckin’ brat, you know that?”

“And you’re a dealer with no customer service.”

There was a pause. Then: “Be ready in five.”

He didn’t knock. He never did.

He just shoved the door open and stalked in like he owned the place. His jaw was clenched, dark brows furrowed. You smirked up at him from the floor, practically vibrating.

“Took you long enough.”

His eyes dropped to your thighs—bare, glistening, parted. “You’re seriously dressed like that for me?”

“It’s my house. You’re lucky I didn’t show up naked, since you ruined me with that drug.”

“You ruined yourself. But I’ll clean up your mess,” he muttered, yanking you up by the arm.

“Careful,” you sneered, jerking your hand back. “I’m not one of your little drugged-up whores, Rafe. I don’t beg.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s funny,” he said, dragging you by the hair to the kitchen counter. “Because I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are from here. Face down.”

“Go to hell—”

He bent you over the counter before you could finish, holding you there with one hand on the back of your neck. “I said face down. You don’t get to mouth off after overdosing on my shit and calling me like some desperate junkie.”

You hissed, squirming, but he kicked your legs apart wider and shoved your tank top up. “God, you’re such a little bitch,” he muttered, palming your ass. “You get high, get horny, and suddenly I’m supposed to drop everything to stretch out this tight little hole like it’s a fuckin’ emergency.”

You gasped sharply when his hand cracked across your ass.

“You like this,” he growled, spanking you again, harder. “Don’t lie.”

Your throat caught on a moan, but you still spat back, “I’ve had better.”

Rafe laughed low. “Liar.”

Then he stepped back—and you heard it.

The sharp metallic sound of his belt unbuckling. The rasp of the zipper. The wet thud of his cock slapping against his abdomen when he shoved both his pants and boxers down in one rough move.

“Look at you,” he said, pumping himself slow and steady. “High, soaked, and still talkin’ shit.”

You twisted to glare back at him, catching a glimpse of him stroking his thick, veiny cock—angry red and already leaking at the tip. Your throat went dry. You hated how badly you wanted it.

“You done playing with yourself?” you snapped. “Or do I have to sit here all night while you jerk off to my ass like some—ahhh—!”

He didn’t wait. He pushed in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in seconds.

Your eyes rolled back.

He didn’t give you time to adjust. Rafe grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, dragging your body back to meet every thrust like he was trying to break you in half.

“You feel this?” he hissed. “That’s your punishment. For being a fuckin’ brat. For acting like you don’t need me.”

Your hands scrabbled at the counter, nails digging into the wood. “F-fuck—Rafe—slow down—”

“No,” he snapped. “You wanted this. You called me for this. Now you take what you’re given like a good little drugged-out slut.”

He leaned over you, hips still slamming into your soaked cunt, his chest brushing your back, lips against your ear.

“Say thank you.”

You shook your head, whining.

“Say it or I’ll pull out and make you beg to come.”

“…Thank you,” you choked out.

“For what?” He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, growling against your neck.

“…For fixing me.”

“Damn right.”

You were trembling now, whole body locking up with heat. You were gonna come and it was going to wreck you. You hated how much you loved it.

“Let me come, please—please—” you begged, drooling, tears pricking your eyes.

“Too late,” he snarled. “You’re already fuckin’ coming.”

And he was right—your walls clamped around him, wet and fluttering, your vision whiting out as the orgasm slammed into you so hard your knees nearly gave out. He kept going, fucking you through it, your name spilling from his mouth in groans, hips frantic, messy—

Then he stilled.

You felt it—throb, pulse, spill. Warm.

“Fuckin’ mine,” he hissed, rutting into you once more. “You don’t go to anyone else for a fix. Not drugs, not cock, nothing. You hear me?”

You whimpered, brain half-melted. “Yeah. I hear you.”

He pulled out slowly, admiring the mess leaking out of you with a satisfied smirk.

“Don’t clean that up,” he said. “I want you to feel me all night.”

You were too fucked-out to answer.

“Next time you talk to me like that,” he added, dragging his fingers along your thigh and sucking them clean, “I’ll make you crawl on your knees and beg with tears in your eyes.”

You still had some brat left in you. “You wish.”

Rafe grinned darkly. “Nah, princess. You wish. I make your wishes come true.”

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Let me know if you want a part two — maybe she tries to get off without him and he catches her. Or she flirts with another dealer, and Rafe shows her exactly who owns her.

[dilaurentispuckangel]

DRUNK IN LOVE

Explicit sexual content (P in V, oral, throatfucking), Rough sex, slapping (face + ass), light degradation, choking,Consensual power imbalance (stripper/sugar daddy dynamic), Overstimulation, spit, face-fucking, dominance/submission, Bratty/bitchy reader x possessive, dominant Rafe, Reader is referred to in second person (“you”), Rafe pays the reader $5,000 to sleep with him.

(since I haven't finished part two of rafe can fix it I'm posting this! Sorry I hope you guys like it!)

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The club was thick with smoke, sweat, and tension. You moved through it like you owned the damn place, hips swaying, heels clicking, glitter smeared over oiled thighs. You could feel every set of eyes on you—but his were different. His stare was predatory, like he’d already stripped you down in his head and made you beg with your mouth full.

Rafe Cameron sat back in the corner, in the velvet VIP booth, one hand on his drink, the other loosely wrapped around a rolled blunt. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to see that smug tattoo peeking out, and those piercing blue eyes locked on you like he was ready to buy and ruin you all in one night.

When your set ended, you didn’t even wait for a summons—you walked straight to him.

“What do you want, trust fund?” you asked, arms crossed under your chest, chewing your gum slow just to be a bitch about it.

He leaned forward, voice low and smug. “You. For the night. Five grand.”

You blinked. “The fuck did you just say?”

“I said I’ll give you five thousand dollars. Cash. Right now. If you leave with me and let me fuck you however I want.”

You laughed. “What, no dinner first?”

“Baby,” he smirked, “I’m not here to wine and dine. I’m here to wreck your pretty little attitude until you forget how to act like a bitch.”

You stared at him for a beat, gum snapping. “You got the cash?”

He grabbed a black envelope from beside him and dropped it on the table. Thick. Heavy. Untraceable.

Your mouth twitched. “Then get the fuck up. You just bought yourself a bitch.”

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His place was cold and expensive, like he didn’t live there—just fucked there. You had barely walked in before he had you slammed against the wall, tongue down your throat, hands gripping your thighs so tight it hurt.

“You always this mouthy?” he growled, ripping the strings of your thong down with one brutal tug.

“Only for assholes who pay for pussy,” you snapped back.

He slapped you across the face.

Not too hard—but enough to sting.

Your eyes widened. Your pussy throbbed.

“You liked that,” he said darkly, cock pressing against your practically bare slit. “Fucking slut.”

You spat on his chest. “Then do something about it.”

And he did.

He dragged you to the bedroom by your throat, tossed you onto the mattress like a rag doll, and climbed over you, already undoing his belt.

“I’m gonna use every inch of your fucking mouth,” he growled. “And you’re gonna thank me with spit and tears.”

He shoved his cock between your lips before you could sass him again. No warning. No prep.

Just dominance.

You gagged instantly, but he didn’t stop—he held your head there, palm flat on your skull, forcing your throat to stretch around him.

“Look at that,” he groaned. “Bratty little stripper taking cock down her throat like a goddamn professional.”

Your mascara smeared, saliva dripping down your chin as he face-fucked you, hard and deep, moaning at the way your throat contracted every time you tried to breathe. His balls slapped your chin. He pulled out just to spit in your mouth and shove himself back in.

“You want the five grand, don’t you? Take it, slut. Take all of it.”

You choked, tears spilling, but you didn’t stop. You grabbed his thighs for balance as he used your mouth like a fleshlight, grunting with each thrust.

He finally pulled out with a wet pop, cock glistening, your spit dripping to your tits.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered. “Face down, ass up.”

You smirked as you obeyed, deliberately slow, sticking your ass out for him like a goddamn invitation.

“Now fuck me, rich boy. Earn it.”

He slapped your ass so hard your hips jerked. “You’re gonna regret that mouth.”

Rafe pulled your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off before he slammed into you, balls-deep in one thrust. You screamed into the sheets, walls gripping him like a vice.

He set a brutal rhythm, slapping your ass, grabbing your hair, fucking you so hard your tits bounced with every stroke. He grabbed your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch.

“You’re mine tonight,” he hissed, burying himself to the hilt. “My little money-hungry cumdump.”

You moaned into the mattress. “Harder—fuck, Rafe—harder.”

He picked up speed, hands gripping your hips, nails digging in until your skin bruised. He reached around to rub your clit, rough circles that made your legs tremble.

“Cum, bitch,” he ordered. “Now.”

Your orgasm tore through you, loud and shaking, clenching around him like your body refused to let go. But he didn’t stop.

Rafe flipped you over, shoved your knees to your chest, and started again.

“Too much—Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he growled, spit dripping from his mouth to yours. “You can take it. You fucking will.”

Your second orgasm hit fast—painful and perfect, leaving you limp and ruined. You clawed at his shoulders, moaning brokenly.

He kissed you once—hard, messy—before pulling out and jerking himself over your face. Hot cum splattered your cheeks, lips, and tits as he groaned your name like a prayer.

You laid there shaking, throat raw, mascara ruined, lips swollen.

He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed you the envelope.

“Worth the money?” he asked.

You smiled through the filth, licking some of him from your lips.

“Worth every damn dollar.”

[dilaurentispuckangel]

Working on part two now. Little sneak peek will be shown when I have more

[dilaurentispuckangel]

Little sneak peak of Rafe can fit it (Molly made a mess pt 2) I'm almost done with it and if I don't finish it tonight I will try to finish it tomorrow. It's taking me longer than I wanted it too but it will be finished soon.

[dilaurentispuckangel]

UPDATE!!!!

Hi everyone. I am so sorry that part two of "rafe can fix it" is not out yet! My phone died and wasn't charging and I just got a new one. I will try and finish it soon but I don't have an actual date for release yet. I'm sorry for the delay and wait but I will let everyone know a day before it is uploaded that it will be out. If you guys have any ideas or things you also want me to write feel free to send request. Things may take a bit because outside of this I am still doing work and classes part time so things will be abit slow but thank you all for the patience so far and I'm glad u guys are liking the writing we reached 200 likes on my newly weds drabble which I'm thankful for truly. I appreciate the support and love for my writing. Thank you all. Mwah.