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Summary: pregnant sex with Rafe in his office

Word count: 1k

Warnings: +18 ‼️ smut, pregnant sex, unprotected sex, kinda public sex?, sweet Rafe, dirty talk

A/N: requests are open <3

When you decided to take a walk outside and visit your husband in his office, you expected to spend some time with him or possibly have lunch together. But definitely not to be placed on his table with your summer dress only slightly covering your pregnant belly while Rafe was going in and out of you at a steady pace. 

Rafe was still wearing his white, perfectly ironed shirt; his pants were just unbuckled and slightly pushed down. Your eyes tried to focus on one thing but you couldn’t decide what in him looked more attractive to you. His was big, slightly hovering over you, with that familiar smirk on his lips and mischievous glimpse in his eyes. Yeah, your hormones were crazy because of your pregnancy, but having the sexiest man alive look at you like you were the best thing ever definitely added something to it. 

Rafe actually had a planned meeting in that exact room in twenty minutes but it was one of his latest concerns. Not when his beautiful, glowing, very pregnant, and very sensitive wife was spread in front of him. 

“Rafe—people can probably hear us.” You half whispered and half moaned as he gently lifted your leg onto his shoulder, allowing his cock to sink deeper into your greedy cunt. 

“Don’t care, sweets. Let ‘em hear how good you feel.” He grumbled, moving one hand to your heavy breasts and pinching your overly sensitive nipple. “Shit, your tits look so perfect right now, princess. You know I can't resist you when you’re all round and with my baby growing inside. So fuckin’ hot, and look at that… your pussy ‘s just sucking me right back in.”

Your eyes rolled back both because of his words and the way his cock was perfectly hitting that spot inside of you. You grabbed his hand that was currently playing with your tits, too desperate to have Rafe closer, to feel his skin on yours, but you couldn’t do much because of the belly that was already way too big. 

“I need you closer, please.” You almost cried, tears gathering at your waterline, while you tried to stay quieter and not be too obvious for people outside the office.

“Sh-h, baby. You know I can’t lay on you, yeah? Gotta protect both of my girls right here.” His hand slipped lower, gently caressing your bump. “Let me fuck you nice and slow, and then we’ll snuggle the whole evening after I get home.” 

You nodded a few times, eyes locked with your husband’s as his hips gently slapped against your skin. Rafe turned his head to the side, kissing your leg that was still thrown over his shoulder. His lips curled into a smirk, noticing how hungrily you looked at him, barely able to stay focused because of his thrusts. 

“Please don’t stop, Rafe—oh god, I’m gonna cum!” You squealed, arching your back from the wooden table beneath you. One hand was wrapped around Rafe’s wrist, digging your nails into his skin, and the other one was placed over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Mhm, that’s right, cum for me, princess.” His low moan filled the office, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the creak of the table. “Your sweet pussy squeezes the shit out of me. Fuck, gonna make me come too. Want me to do it inside of ya, huh?” 

“Yes-yes, please! I need it!” With the first touch of Rafe’s fingers on your clit, you had finally reached your climax. He wasn’t far behind you, spilling his load inside, while your pussy was pulsating around him and almost not letting him move even for an inch.

“That’s right, take everything.” Rafe moaned, slowly sliding inside with eyes locked on the place where you two were connected. He swore that he could’ve come again just seeing your mixed cum glistering on his cock. “I would’ve fucked a baby right into you right now if you weren’t already pregnant. Shit, you look so hot, you can’t even imagine.”

“Stop!” You smiled through the post-orgasmic fog in your head, keeping your eyes closed. He just gave you another smirk before gently placing your leg down and lowering to kiss your stomach. 

You almost jumped from your place when you heard a quiet knock on the door. Rafe immediately reached behind your back to make you sit upright so that way he could cover your almost naked body from whoever was behind the door. 

“Um— Sir? I’m really sorry to disturb you, but your meeting is in two minutes and people are already waiting here.” Rafe rolled his eyes at the voice of his assistant, who luckily had enough brains to not walk inside. 

“Oh my god, Rafe. It’s— they heard us. They know what we were doing here!” Your eyes were rounded in embarrassment, looking at your almost unbothered husband. 

“You’re pregnant with my baby, princess. I’m sure everyone has already figured out that we have sex.” Rafe smirked at you again. “Give me five minutes!” He said to his assistant before focusing back on you. He helped you get your dress back on properly, put himself away, zipped up his trousers and then sank in front of you on his knees to put your panties in their place. “Are you both feeling alright?” 

“Mhm, but I’m so tired now.” You yawned and lowered your head on Rafe’s shoulder, as he stood up and brought you closer to his chest; your eyes became too heavy to keep them open.   

“I know, baby. C'mon, my driver will get you home, and I will be there as soon as possible, okay? I love you both so much.” He gently touched your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and, finally, on your puffy lips. 

“We love you too.” You smiled into the kiss before Rafe helped you get off the table and walked you out of his office. You were trying not to die from embarrassment from all the knowing looks thrown in your direction while your husband proudly placed his hand on your lower back, not even batting an eye at others. 

"Baby's Day Out" - Rafe Cameron x Trophy Wife!Reader

a/n: @howyouloveyourdragon and @aemonddtargaryen keep encouraging my rafe obsession so dedicating this to them, ya nasties 🩷

Summary: Rafe loves it when you get pretty for him. He just doesn't love that it involves you being away from him.

Word Count: 2,560

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, breeding kink, baby trapping, mirror sex, soft dark!rafe, possessive/toxic rafe, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Rafe Cameron knows he isn’t the best at making decisions. No, he wouldn’t admit that to anyone on the planet, but deep down, he knows it. The best decision he’s ever made, however, one that he knows he’ll never regret, is marrying you. His adoring little wife. High school sweethearts, he made sure to lock you down the moment your father gave him permission to propose. The two of you were practically Outer Banks royalty, the king and queen of Figure Eight.

He adores you. He loves showering you with affection and gifts, spending on you lavishly without a care in the world. And you? You return that affection to him tenfold, something he’s never experienced in all his life. No one has ever loved him the way you do, made him feel wanted or needed the way you do. His pretty baby girl, his darling wife. The only thing that irks him?

The fact that you have a life outside of him.

Rafe is possessive. He knows he can take it too far. And he often does. He hates whenever another man so much as looks at you, hates when you show anyone attention or affection other than him. He tries so goddamn hard to be good for you and not let it show, but his blood boils at the thought of someone stealing you away. Today is no exception. He’s just gotten back from playing a round with Topper at the Island Club, only to see you getting ready to leave the house, looking like a fucking five course meal in those tight little pink yoga pants that hug your ass, your thighs. And that matching sports bra that your gorgeous tits are almost spilling out of. You have your Chanel sunglasses on your head as you apply that Dior lip oil that always has your plush lips looking so kissable, rushing over to him when you hear the door shut.

“Rafey!” You coo, embracing him and then moving to pour him a glass of lemonade, “Have a good game?”

He nods, grinning at you, “It was great, baby, just wish I had my favorite little cheerleader there.”

You giggle, leaning against his palm when he strokes your cheek, “You know me. I don’t like being perceived before ten in the morning. And I hate outdoor sports,” you wrinkle your nose in that way he finds absolutely adorable, “You have to get all sweaty and hot and disgusting.”

“I could get sweaty and hot and disgusting for you,” Rafe smirks, his hands moving to grab at your hips, pulling you flush up against him, only for his jaw to drop when you squirm out of his grip and tell him that you can’t right now, “Wha- What do you mean? Where are you going, baby?”

“I have my pilates class and then I’m going shopping and to the spa with Wheezie,” you chirp, hanging your purse on your shoulder, quickly applying another coat of lip oil, “Remember, I told you about this yesterday?”

He knits his brows together, knowing you probably told him and that he was too busy either fucking you or thinking about fucking you to pay attention. He lets out an annoyed little huff, grumbling to himself, asking if you really have to go.

“I wanted to spend time with my wife. Wanted to have a little fun with you,” Rafe moves to grab at your ass, squeezing your soft flesh in his hands, making you shake your head, pecking his cheek.

“You’re always in the mood. Love ya, bye.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rafe shakes his head, pulling you back toward him, his lips grazing against your shoulder blade, “You smell nice.”

You giggle at the feeling of his hands tracing your upper arms, holding you so tight, “I know. It’s Chanel. You bought it.”

Rafe bites down on your shoulder, grinding his cock against your ass, groaning at the feeling of your body against his, “Worth every penny. You smell fucking delicious. Don’t want anyone smelling you like this, baby.”

You roll your eyes, turning to face him, arms wrapping around his neck as you smile, “Rafey, don’t be all jealous. I’m gonna get waxed and my nails and hair done, get a massage and all exfoliated for you,” you coo, batting your lashes at him, “Don’t you want me to look good for you, Daddy?”

“So you’re getting everything done,” Rafe questions, raising a brow, leaning in to whisper, “Including the…”

“Brazilian? Of course.”

Your words go straight to his cock, mind running wild with visions of you and him after your little spa day. Rafe lets out a quiet groan before nodding, allowing you to squirm out of his arms, fixing your clothes.

““Fuck, fuck, okay. You… Fuck. Text me when you get there,” Rafe demands, watching you walk out toward the pink Mercedes he bought you for an anniversary present, “And send me pictures of your nails! You know I like seeing them!”

“Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, blowing him a kiss as you drive off, only to squeal with delight when you see the bouquet of pink roses on your passenger seat, “Rafey!”

He chuckles, waving you off, watching as you speed toward the Island Club, already missing you something terrible.

Rafe knows it’s ridiculous, but he checks your location on Snapchat every two goddamn seconds. He can’t lose you. You’re the only good thing in his life and he’s going to keep you with him no matter what. He’s not the only one who sees your value. He knows that. He’s the one who put a ring on your finger, but that doesn’t stop assholes like JJ or John B giving you an appreciative once-over whenever they see you. He fucking hates it. He sees that you’ve posted a selfie on your instagram at your pilates class, looking like a fucking model. And, of course, JJ, Pope, and John B have all commented on it.

It takes every inch of self restraint in Rafe not to throw his phone across the room. He inhales sharply through his nose, pacing across the room. Why would you post a selfie before texting him? Shouldn’t he be more important than posting a thirst trap on your fucking instagram? That’s when his phone goes off and he sees he has a new message on Snapchat from you. His jaw drops slightly when he opens the image, seeing you posing in the mirror of the Island Club’s shower room, your tiny little towel barely covering anything, blowing him a kiss.

“Showering then heading to the mall. Love you xoxo”

He quickly screenshots the image, adding it to his steadily growing album of sexy little pictures you’ve sent him, palming at his cock, wishing that you were here to take care of his raging hard-on instead. He’s going to fuck you so good tonight that you’re going to be screaming his name. Everything’s going to be different tonight. He’s decided that there’s only one way to prove to the assholes who lust after you that you’re his and only his.

He wants them to see you with a cute little baby bump. He wants them to see that he’s the only one you’re ever going to fuck, the only one who you’re ever going to love. Rafe knows you wanted to wait a couple of years, but surely you won’t care? He’s always complaining and making you feel guilty about how uncomfortably tight the latex condoms you use feel on his cock, so he’s sure with a little coaxing, you’ll let him fuck you raw. You don’t have an IUD and you aren’t on birth control, so all he needs to do is “forget” to pull out.

It’s the perfect plan.

You send him a text an hour or so later with a picture of your shopping bags, his lips twisting into a smirk at the one from Agent Provacateur. Oh, you’re definitely getting bred tonight, he can already imagine you bent over on the bed, his hands in your hair as he fucks you mercilessly, your new lingerie lying on the floor.

And then? A picture of your nails. The text along with it?

“They match your tip xoxo”

Fuck, how the hell is he supposed to wait this long? He needs you right now.

Your biweekly day out with Wheezie is both his favorite and least favorite day of the month. By the time you get home, still chattering away to her on your phone, shopping bags on your arm, looking like a million bucks, Rafe can barely resist running after you and humping your leg like a bitch in heat. He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, snatching your phone from you and tossing it aside, ignoring your protests that you were still talking to Wheezie.

“I said to get off the phone,” Rafe says firmly, turning you around to face him, gripping your jaw in his hands.

You bite your lip, gazing up at him. He knows you love it when he gets like this. All dominant, reminding you who your daddy is. He watches as you shift slightly, pressing your thighs together as you nod.

“‘M sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies with a smirk, “Now show me what you bought, baby.”

You immediately begin showing him all of your shopping excitedly - items from the Chanel spring collection, a few Dior pieces, some macarons from Laduree, and then? Finally? The item he’s been waiting for. Rafe eyes the pink set with no small amount of greed, his mouth watering.

“Go put that on for me, baby girl. Wanna see you in it.”

“Don’t you want me to heat up dinner?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“No, I want to feast on that delicious little body of yours, baby.”

Rafe watches you strut off toward the massive walk-in closet in the bedroom you share, trailing after you, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He waits, drumming his fingers against his thigh, anticipation building as he imagines how fucking good you’re going to look in the sexy little number you’ve bought.

When you finally walk out of the closet, wearing those cute little white thigh high stockings with the pink ribbons at the top, a pair of pink Versace platform high heels, and the lacy bra and panties with a garter you bought, all pink of course, his jaw drops. You’re a goddamn vision, prancing around the room, twirling for him. You cover your mouth and giggle, wiggling your ass a bit.

“Do you like it, Daddy?”

He nods, licking his lips and stalking over toward you, pressing you up against your dressing table, “You’re fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to tear that off you-”

“Nooo,” you protest quickly, shaking your head, “No tearing! Rafey, this is couture!”

“Fine, fine,” Rafe rolls his eyes, running his thumb along your lower lip, “You’re such a little tease, you know that?”

“Am not,” you pout as he turns you around, making you face the mirror, “Daaaddy…”

“You are too,” he chides, moving your hair off your back, trailing kisses along your skin, “You love to flaunt your sexy little body but never let me have too much at once.” Rafe presses himself against you, whispering in your ear, lips ghosting along your neck, “You know what I want from you, baby. Be a good little girl and give it to me.”

You finally seem to realize that the two of you are in front of the mirror. You look at his reflection and pout slightly.

“Raaafe, not in front of the mirror. You know I don’t like looking at myself when we…”

“But Daddy wants you like this, baby,” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe, hands moving around to the waistband of your panties, snaking inside to rub at your clit, loving the way your face twists in pleasure, “Just look at how fuckin’ sexy you are.” You moan his name softly as he kisses your neck, his other hand moving up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it, “Yeah, baby?” Your head falls back against Rafe’s chest, your gaze half-lidded as you watch his fingers push your panties down and tease your wet pussy. “God, I love it when you let me touch you like this,” he grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of you, crooking them and watching you squirm, “You’re mine, baby. Nobody gets to touch you but me. You understand?”

You nod, your voice coming out in breathy pants, your hand moving to rest on top of Rafe’s, urging him to move faster, “Uh huh…”

“Uh huh who?” he demands, pinching at one of your nipples, grinning as you whine, “Use your words, baby. Or am I fucking you too stupid with my fingers? Did you forget who this pretty little pussy belongs to?”

You whine as he pinches at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Y-yes, Daddy. Belongs to you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

You roll your hips in time with his fingers, confessing as he kisses your neck, marking your skin, “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Have you?” He whispers back, feeling you squeezing around his fingers, knowing you must be close, “What’d you think about, baby?”

“When you came home from golf all sweaty,” you admit, lashes fluttering, “Mmm, your fingers feel so good, Daddy… Need you…”

He chuckles, groaning as you rub your ass against his cock, his self restraint leaving him bit by bit when he feels you, “God, my little princess is demanding today. I like that.” He feels you reach your peak, soaking his fingers with a cry of his name. Rafe keeps eye contact with you in the mirror as he licks them clean with a moan, “Get on the bed on all fours.”

You immediately do as he asks, stripping out of your bra and panties, but leaving the stockings and heels on. Rafe unbuttons his pants, removing his clothes in a hurry, letting them join yours, giving his cock a few quick tugs. He presses his chest against your back, burying his cock deep inside your wet folds. His hand moves to squeeze at your throat as he fucks into you, his balls slapping against your ass, the feeling of him taking you raw being more intimate, letting him fuck you deeper than ever before.

“Daddy, no condom?” You ask breathlessly, though you make no effort to pull away.

“I’ll pull out, baby. Don’t worry.”

Too drunk on him, on your shared pleasure to care, Rafe continues slamming into your tight little cunt over and over again, one hand on your throat, the other groping at your tits as he gets closer and closer to his end, your walls pulsing around him over and over as he fucks into you with abandon. He hears you cry out his name, your whole body going lax as he gives one more, two more, three thrusts, cumming deep inside you, his hot spend seeping out of you. But he just pushes it back in with his fingers, ignoring your little whimper, pulling you into his arms and kissing you gently.

“Take a little breather, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

pool party

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, chubby!reader, fatphobia including internalized fatphobia

“i don’t know rafe, i really don’t want to go to this pool party.” you say, flopping down on the bed. you’re truly just not interested in it, not interested in being under the hot sun on a day like today, not interested in being surrounded by thin girls in bikinis, not interested in your boyfriend being the target of every one of those girls flirtation.

“come on baby, it’s for kelce and his girlfriend! it’s their anniversary.” rafe pleads with you.

“they’ve been together for like a month, is that really worthy of a whole celebration?” you ask. you hate kelces girlfriend, melissa. she’s always been mean to you, but never in front of rafe or kelce, and you don’t want to seem crazy by bringing it up to your boyfriend when shes so fake-sweet in front of him.

rafe sighs as he sits down on the bed. “i want to go and have a good time with you. please.”

that word has you melting, and the pout on rafes face, his bottom lip stuck out in a desperate but successful attempt to change your mind. “fine. because you’re so cute.” “you’re cuter.” rafe says, plastering a smile on his face as you head towards your closet. you rifle through your drawer of swimsuits. you certainly aren’t wearing any bikinis around these girls, so you opt for a one piece that has some frills around your stomach to hide any of your perceived imperfections.

you put it on as well as a loose dress over top of it, before sliding your sandals on. rafe is in just his swim shorts and a tank top, his muscled arms on display for you to ogle at.

“ready, babe?” rafe asks. you nod and let him lead you out to his truck. you already feel the nerves starting in your stomach. rafe never seemed to treat you any differently because of your size. he acts like your hips aren’t wide, like your thighs don’t always touch, like your arms arent double the size of most girls. all of his friends on the other hand tease you for it, not as much now that you’re dating rafe, but you still feel the eyes and notice the whispers.

you get to kelces house and all you want to do is hide inside, but rafe is so effervescent, greeting everyone and tugging you alongside with him, giving you kisses on the side of your head when you have a moment alone, showing you off.

“lets hop in, babe.” rafe says, pulling you to a table and taking his shirt and shoes off.

“i don’t really want to.” you say. “i’ll just watch you for a bit, yeah?”

rafe frowns, worried is something wrong, but he doesn’t want to push you, so he just nods and gives you a peck on the lips before running into the pool. you do genuinely enjoy watching him. it’s just the boys in the pool right now, and they come up with all sorts of games, which all devolve into wrestling. 

less than an hour later, rafe gets tired of being apart, leaving the boys to their games to rejoin you. he sits down next to you, but not before moving the chair as close as he possibly can to your own.

“hi baby.” rafe says, slightly out of breath from all the swimming at fun. he kisses your cheek before leaning back, laughing as he watches one of the guys jump out of the pool, swooping up a girl in his arms and jumping in with her, soaking her in her clothes.

“you better take that dress off and come in with me before i have to do that to you.” rafe says.

the thought of rafe picking you up, of others seeing the strain in his face as he has to really utilize his muscles, makes you cringe, worse than everyone seeing you in your swimsuit. you stand up and quickly shuck off the fabric before walking down the steps of the pool, hoping the water obscures your body somewhat.

rafe follows you back in the pool, concerned by how fast you got in. he can tell by your expression that something is wrong, you’ve always worn your emotions and anxiety on your face.

“baby, is something up?” rafe asks, tucking a strand of your behind your ear. he backs you into the corner of the pool so you’re as far as you can be with everyone around.

“i’m just… feeling insecure right now.” you admit. you’ve never talked about it with rafe, no matter how badly you want to ask. want to ask why he sees you the way he does, and not like everyone else does.

“insecure? baby you’re the most gorgeous woman here. do you not like your swimsuit, is that it?” rafe asks, not able to wrap his mind around you not liking your body.

“yeah, thats it.” you say, not wanting to ruin his day. “i just wish i would have chosen a different one.” “ahh.” rafe says with a nod and a pout. “i’m struggling right now because i like how much this one covers-” he traces a hand over your shoulder strap, “because i don’t want anyone looking at what only i get to look at, but at the same time, i very selfishly wish you wore something more revealing.” you let out a little chuckle, which is quickly swallowed by rafe as he kisses you, probably imagining you in something skimpy and revealing. 

“lets just try to have fun and when we get home we can toss this swimsuit knowing you don’t like it and i’ll take you shopping tomorrow for some new ones.” “okay.” you nod, trying to put the insecurity out of your mind as you have fun during the rest of the party with rafe. you really just ignore everyone but him, letting your sole focus be on your boyfriend rather than a girls perfectly flat stomach or from the stare some guy gives you.

“are you ready to go home?” rafe asks, hours later after the sun had set and darkness has taken over the sky.

“mhm. i’m tired.” you admit with a yawn. you only spent an hour or so in the pool before you were able to put your dress back on and the party shifted towards drinking and dancing. rafe had abstained from anything, knowing he’s driving you home and not willing to risk even a single drop of alcohol.

“okay, i’m just gonna say goodbye to kelce, then we can head out.” rafe kisses you gently, seeing the sleepiness in your eyes.

you watch rafe walk away blissfully, knowing you’re so far gone for your perfect boyfriend. you watch as he heads onto the patio to say goodbye, taking a step closer to hear whats going on.

“hey man, congrats again on making it to three months, can’t wait to see what a one year anniversary party looks like.” rafe laughs, slapping kelce on the back. you smile, while you and rafe were not the kind to throw a party for your anniversary, preferring the celebrations to stay between the two of you, it’s sweet that kelce and melissa have so many friends wanting to celebrate them being a couple.

“thanks rafe.” kelce says, clapping his back in response.

“oh and rafe!” melissa calls before he turns his back. “if you ever want to ditch that whale of a girlfriend, i have lots of hot single friends.”

you feel your skin go hot at her words. it’s reminiscent of so many things you’ve been called before. chubby, big, jiggly, whale.

“what did you just call my girlfriend?” you want to go out there and stop rafe before he explodes, but you can’t move, your feet are glued to the spot.

“oh, i mean just look at her.” melissa laughs, and you can hear a few other girls join in. “and look at you! someone like you should not be with a girl like her.” “baby stop-” you can hear kelce trying to interject.

“don’t EVER speak on my girlfriend again.” rafe yells. “you’re clearly jealous, and i would feel sorry for you if you weren’t such a nasty bi-”

“rafe!” you shout, finally finding your voice. rafe gives melissa one last glare, but as bad as he wants to chew her out, you’re his bigger concern right now.

“baby-” rafe says, going to take your face into his hands, but you step out of his hold, heading towards the door.

“i just want to go.” you say, and rafe is hot on your heel, feeling terrible that you heard anything she said.

“y/n-” rafe says as you get into his truck, but you just shake your head. “can you take me home?” rafe hates seeing you upset, his whole lifes purpose since he met you was to never see your pretty face sad. his hands grip the wheel and he takes every turn a little too fast, he’s just pissed right now that you’re upset.

“do you finally see it now?” you ask when he pulls to a stop in your driveway.

“see what?” rafe asks, wondering if melissa had been nasty to you before.

“that i’m too big for you. too chubby. i don’t get what spell you got put under to fall in love with me, but it doesn’t make sense, we don’t work.” 

rafe gets out of the truck without a word, slamming his door hard shut before coming around to your side. he opens it and before you can even move, he has you over his shoulder, marching up the stairs.

“rafe!” you yell as he takes the familiar walk to your bedroom.

“we don’t fucking work together?” rafe asks, setting you down onto your mattress. “we don’t fucking work together?” he repeats, throwing his shirt off. 

“rafe, i-” you want to clarify what you mean, but he doesn’t give you the chance as his lips connect to yours. he moans into your mouth as he grinds against your thighs, only disconnecting your lips to tear your dress off over your head.

he pulls away for a minute to work at getting your swimsuit off. while it dried while you were at kelces party, it’s still tight on your body. you always feel insecure when you’re with rafe, and you hate that feeling, but this is the worst it’s ever been after being reminded by melissa and the girls at the party.

“you’re fucking beautiful. the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe looks down at your naked body, his cock clearly swelling in his swim shorts. “you’re so gorgeous, i don’t want a single bad thought about yourself in your head.”

rafe stands up to take his shorts off, his cock springing free. “come here.” he demands, reaching a hand down for you. you don’t want to accept, you just want him between your legs, but you comply, letting him pull you up off the bed and into the bathroom. he positions you so you’re in front of the mirror. your eyes immediately diverge, not wanting to witness yourself under the bright white lights in the nude.

“no, baby.” rafe says, coming to stand behind you. “look at your face for me.” 

you feel tears well up in your eyes, but you do it for rafe. you meet your own gaze in the mirror as rafe begins to speak. “i love those eyes, those eyes that see every part of me. i love the curve of your nose. i love kissing your soft lips, i love how they always taste like strawberries. i love your cheeks, i hope our kids have your cute cheeks.” 

rafe pauses to take your jaw in his hand, moving your head up so he can bend over your body with his vast height and press a kiss against your lips.

“i love your hair.” he turns your face back to the mirror. “i love wrapping my hand around it when i’m fucking you. i love the way it falls in your face when you’re reading one of your novels.”

rafe kisses along your neck, hands coming to your waist. you briefly close your eyes but a sudden bite to your neck has you snapping them open, continuing to look where rafe speaks about. “i love your hands, i love holding them between mine. i love your arms when you wrap them around me.”

“i love your tits.” rafe moves his hands from your waist to your boobs, cupping one in each palm. “i love the way no bra seems to contain them. i love the way your nipples show through one of my tshirts when you put it on in the morning.” rafes thumbs rub over your nipples until they turn into stiff peaks. “i love the way they feel in my mouth, i love that someday you will feed our baby with them.”

rafe drops his hands to your stomach, and you want so badly to push them away, to not let him so unabashedly feel your least favorite part of yourself. “and i fucking love your tummy. not only is it cute and sexy, but it’s giving me more of you to love. it’s letting me know that you’re keeping yourself healthy and not starving yourself. i love your tummy because one day it’s going to hold our child safe. i never-” rafe pauses to look you in the eye- “want you to feel insecure about your tummy, okay?”

“rafe-” you sob out, letting the tears fall free.

“let it out if you need to, my love. let out every bad thought you have about your body and replace it with my good ones until you have your own good ones. i love every inch of you. everything you see as an imperfection, i see as beautiful.”

you know better than to doubt his words, he’s candidly telling you the truth, what you look like in his eyes.

“can i keep going?” rafe asks in a minute once you calm down. you let out a nod as his hands move to your hips.

“i love these hips. i love putting my hands on them, holding you there. i love these thighs,” his hands move forward, making your breath hitch, “i love the way these thighs protect that special part of you.” he keeps a hand on your thigh while the other dives between, finding your wetness.

his finger circles your clit as you brace yourself with both hands against the counter top. “i love the way i touch one small part of you and it has your knees weakening. i love taking my tongue to your pretty pussy and tasting every drop you have to offer me.”

rafe presses his cock against your ass, unashamedly rubbing it as his hand drops lower, pressing his finger inside your entrance. “i love the way your pussy welcomes me inside because it knows we were made for each other.”

rafe adds a second finger quickly, a slightly painful stretching sensation taking over only for a moment before it becomes pleasurable again.

“i love the way your ass moves when i thrust my cock against it.” he gives an example with a particularly hard rub against your backside. “i love everything about you, baby.” his fingers speed up as he brings his other hand to rub your clit.

“and i hate that you didn’t see it. but you see it now, right? you see that you’re beautiful?” rafe asks, and when you don’t respond his fingers suddenly stop moving, making you cry out.

“say it.” rafe says, catching your eyes in the mirror. “look at yourself in the mirror and say it.”

“i’m beautiful.” you whisper, eyes shining as you for once believe it. if a man like rafe cameron can fall so deeply in love with you, can hold all these truths, for once you can believe them as well.

“louder.” rafe says, his hands regaining speed suddenly.

“i’m beautiful.” you say again, letting your full tears drop onto the counter as your clit pulses under rafes attention. “i’m beautiful!” you shout, and with that declaration, rafe bends you further over the sink, exposing your pussy to him as he slides his cock in between your folds, only removing his fingers for a short second before his cock is deep inside of you.

“you feel that baby?” rafe asks, picking up the same rhythm his fingers were thrusting to. “you say we don’t work? well baby, we fit perfectly together.” 

one hand grips your hip to help him thrust in and out as the other continues to rub at your clit, and you know you’re not going to last much longer, not after all the attention.

“my cock is meant to be inside this pussy. our hearts are meant to be together. we’re it, baby. the perfect match.”

you nod along to rafes words, agreeing in your loud moans. you know he’s right, that you were meant for each other from the way his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you with every single hard thrust.

“my beautiful baby.” rafe praises you. you meet his eyes in the mirror, meet the look of pride and pleasure mixing together on his face.

“thank you.” you mumble out. rafe seems to understand what you’re thanking him for as his thrusts increase in depth and speed, needing to feel that sweet release so he can hold you against him, kiss your face, make you feel loved in every way he can.

rafe rubs your clit faster, hoping you’re as close as he is as his cock begins to pulse inside of you. rafe forces himself to keep his eyes open as he cums, wanting to see the way your jaw is dropped open, the way your boobs sway with every thrust, the way your ass ripples every time he presses his hips into you.

rafe cums with a loud moan, and you have no choice but to follow, feeling that ultimate connection as his orgasm brings your own as you shudder, feeling his fingers continue to rub your clit through your orgasm even as his hips thrust impossibly deep inside to finish as far inside of you as he possibly can.

rafes fingers eventually slow as your heart rate also returns to normal. you push your hair out of your face and rafe gives you a toothy grin in the mirror before he slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cum drips onto the matching white bathroom floor. you know you’ll have to clean it later but right now all you want to do is lie down and rest your tired legs.

“come on baby, i got you.” rafe says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the bedroom, setting you down on top of the comforter. you feel yourself blush as he shows no strain at all in lifting you. “you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe says, laying down next to you. “i just want you to see it too.”

“i do.” you tell rafe, resting your head against his chest. “i really do, thanks to you.”

clingy

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, clingy reader, unprotected sex, semi public sex, caught

“where are you going rafey?” you pout, grabbing onto his hand as he gets up from the couch you were chilling on.

“shh, it’s okay baby.” rafe laughs gently as you stand up to follow him. “i’m just going to the bathroom.”

“can i come with you?” you ask, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you really don’t want to be alone at this party.

“of course, honey.” rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, leading you through the crowd. “can’t be away from me for even a minute?”

“nope.” you shake your head no. “need you always.”

rafe opens the door to the bathroom, checking there’s no one doing lines or fucking in the bathtub before leading you in. “i know, baby, i need you always too.” he picks you up so you can sit on the sink counter, giving you a deep kiss.

you pull your knees up to your chest, leaning your head against the mirror as rafe pees, not shy in the slightest with you watching him, used to having you near at all times.

“it doesn’t bother you?” you ask rafe as he zips his pants back up.

“what doesn’t bother me?” rafe asks as you scooch over so he can wash his hands without getting any droplets of water on your dress.

“that i’m so clingy.” you pout.

rafe lets out a laugh. “clingy? baby, if anything i want you around me more. you will never be too clingy.” rafe dries his hands before grabbing your waist, pulling you to the edge and giving the tip of your nose a kiss.

“you sure?” you ask, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“of course i’m sure. i love you, pumpkin.” 

“i love you too, daddy.” you whisper, leaning forward and burying your head in his neck, feeling shy. “i want you.”

“of course you do.” rafe’s hands glide down your back to your ass. “you always want me, huh? always need your rafey?” “mhm.” you lower your hands to his pants, rubbing over his cock.

“we’ll have to be quick.” rafe says, “and quiet.”

“do we reaaally?” you giggle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out.

“yes, silly baby.” rafe rolls his eyes. “we are at a party.”

“everyone hooks up at parties!” you exclaim, fisting your hand around his cock and jerking it, wanting him to get hard quickly so you can feel him inside of you.

“don’t use that tone with me.” rafe warns, pushing your already high cut dress up, looking down to see you don’t have underwear on. you let go of his cock, knowing you’ll need to hold on the counter to brace yourself for whats coming next.

“my little slut.” rafe shakes his head. “did you know this would happen?” he presses a finger against your entrance, “did you plan this when you asked to come to the bathroom with me?” he shoves it inside, immediately pulling out and pushing in again, starting to thrust.

“i didn’t plan it,” you gasp out and squeeze your eyes shut as rafe quirks his finger to press against your sweet spot, “i wanted it though.”

rafe chuckles, adding another finger in, needing to open you up quickly and get his cock inside of you. rafe rubs his thumb over your clit, giving you a kiss to silent your moans.

“fuck me, daddy.” you pull away from the kiss, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“i don’t have a condom.” rafe says, looking around the bathroom like he could find one in here.

“i wouldn’t want you to use it anyways.” you say, “need your cum in me.”

“yeah?” rafe laughs, grabbing your ass and sliding you to the edge of the counter, pushing his cock inside of you.

you let out a quiet moan, a shiver moving through your body. rafe begins to thrust his hips forward, keeping you from falling backwards with his hands gripping your ass.

“feels so good.” you whine, gripping the counter with one hand and wrapping your free arm around rafe’s shoulders.

“this close enough for you now?” rafe asks with a laugh.

you nod, nuzzling your nose into his neck. you’ve been craving rafe all day and this really is exactly what you needed. 

rafe moves quicker than normal, chasing your lips to kiss you. there’s a sudden knock on the door, making you jump and clench your cunt around rafe, but he forces his movements anyways.

“occupied!” rafe shouts back.

“are you fucking in there?” the man shouts back, but you can hear his footsteps move down the hall.

“told you to be quiet.” rafe says, angling his hips so he hits the spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“can’t help it that you’re so big, daddy.” you say, unbuttoning a few of the buttons of his shirt, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a heavy kiss. 

“don’t wrinkle the shirt.” rafe says quickly, but then rejoins the kiss. 

you roll your eyes, but rafe doesn’t miss it, giving you a particularly hard thrust and then grinding his hips, making you wince as the pleasure is almost overwhelming.

“rub your pretty pussy for me.” rafe says, and you quickly drop a hand to your clit, using two fingers to rub in time with rafes thrusts.

“you’re going to cum for me.” rafe demands, knowing he can’t last much longer himself.

“yes, daddy.” you nod, rubbing faster, feeling rafes cock pulse inside of you.

rafe presses your lips together to cover your moans somewhat as your orgasm overtakes your body. feeling your cunt pulse around him, rafe spills inside of you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good.” rafe says, giving you a couple final thrusts as he your cunt milks him.

“i love you.” you coo, a tear escaping your eye as you feel yourself shake, knowing rafe needs a couple finishing thrusts, but you’re so overly sensitive from your orgasm.

“i love you too.” rafe kisses you. “so good for me honey.” he pulls out slowly, letting his cum spill out onto the counter. you cringe at knowing this is someone elses sink, so as rafe fixes his clothing, you hop off the counter and clean it up quickly.

“now you’re leaking out of me and i don’t have panties.” you pout.

rafe chuckles, knowing that this is exactly what you wanted. “i guess we will just have to go home then.”

fake fight

words: 800

warnings: 18+ only, smut, dry humping

“come on baby, you were the one who was so sure that you could beat me in a fight.” rafe says, whipping his shirt off. you know it’s going to give him an advantage, always getting distracted by his bare chest.

it was mostly a joke. you know you’d never actually beat rafe in a fight, but you’re stubborn and continued to say that you could, that while rafe was obviously stronger, you were quicker and had better reflexes. you should have known it was a mistake and rafe would actually call you out on your bluff.

“fine.” you shrug, taking your necklace off, with a diamond ‘R’ on it, gifted to you by none other than the man you know you’re about to lose to. he’s cleared the living room, pushed all of the furniture back so you have plenty of space to spar.

“alright. i’ll go gentle on you.”

you drop the fake overconfidence. you really don’t want rafe to go hard on you, not that he would anyways. you know in your ‘fight’ that rafe would never actually be rough with you.

you give a nod, signaling that you are ready. you move quickly, knowing that you’re going to get maybe one chance to get rafe before you’re on the ground.

you manage to strike out at his shoulder before he can pull back, but then his arms are around your waist, lowering you to the floor, a hand coming up to the back of your head to cushion the fall. rafe drops on top of you, using his body weight to keep you down. he grabs your wrists, holding them on either side of your head.

“i expected it to be quick, but not that quick. tap out.” rafe laughs, right in your face. your brow scrunches, too proud to give up just because you’re pinned. you test if you can get your arms free, but it’s no use. he just pushes them harder into the carpet until you stop. you wiggle your hips instead, seeing if you can get free that way, but all that you manage to do is rub against rafe’s hips.

rafe lets out a half moan half grunt, and you’re suddenly aware of how your wiggling is affecting rafe. your eyes widen as rafe smirks, hips suddenly pushing forward, thrusting his clothed cock over your covered cunt.

you shouldn’t encourage him, but you can’t help it. you wrap your hips around his legs, feigning like you're trying to flip him over, but all it does is make you grind against rafe.

he rubs right back, directly over your clit now that your legs are spread wide for him. you hold back a moan, trying again to flip so you’re on top.

it feels so dirty, both getting off during the (albeit fake) fight. you know you’d look insane to anyone who walked in, rafe shamelessly rubbing his cock against you while you’re pinned to the floor.

“give up.” rafe says. “give up and i’ll fuck you.”

“no.” no matter how bad you want it, you're too headstrong to agree. 

“fine.” rafe resists the urge to kiss you, moving his hips away and then back in as he practically fucks you, if only the clothes weren’t in the way.

you squeeze your eyes shut, testing the hold on your wrists, but rafe still has an iron grip on them.

“good try, princess. only way you’re getting out is if you tap out.” rafe says. you shake your head no, so rafe just shrugs, bucking his hips. he won’t last long. it’ll be embarrassing, cumming in his shorts, but you just look so small and helpless underneath him, trapped, unable to get away even if you wanted to (which you definitely don’t at this point).

you’re not unaffected by this either. rafe grinds against your clit, and you know you’re close as well.

“fuck.” rafe grunts out, completely losing his cool demeanor when you start to wiggle against him again, bucking your hips to join his thrusts.

rafe cries out as he spills in his shorts, cum spurting into the fabric just as you also reach the edge, clit pulsing as you moan, rafe grinding against you as you both ride out your orgasms.

rafe takes a deep breath and then sinks into you, body going slack. it’s your chance. you’re exhausted from the struggle and the orgasm, but you manage to flip over so rafe is on the bottom, and you’re sitting right in his lap.

rafe smiles, proud that you got the jump on him. he could easily flip you back over, but he’s tired and just wants to actually fuck you, so he slaps his hand against the ground twice, tapping out. “i win!” you squeal, bending down to kiss rafe. “i told you i would win.”

“you were right, honey.” rafe laughs. “let me help you celebrate.”

gym

^^ required viewing before reading this fic ^^

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi public sex, riding

“hey rafey.” you call, stepping into his gym. “i missed you.” 

“aww, baby.” rafe laughs, dropping his weights onto the ground. he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face before coming over and giving you a sweet kiss.

“seriously.” topper says, making you jump, so focused solely on rafe that you had forgotten that topper and kelce were working out with rafe and therefore in the room aswell. 

“can’t you spend two minutes apart?” kelce mutters in agreement.

“hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up?” rafe says, before turning back to you. “wanna hang out in here, princess?”

you nod, taking your seat on the fluffy armchair rafe bought and put into the corner of the gym just for you when you want to watch him workout in, that way you never had to be far away. you rest your head against the arm of the chair, eyes on rafe as he goes back to working out, upping his weights to impress you.

“jesus, can we talk about something instead of just sitting here in silence while your girl eyes you up?” topper asks. you give a little giggle, knowing topper doesn’t dislike you, not by any means, he just does occasionally get annoyed with how lovey dovey you and rafe get.

“what the fuck do you want to talk about, top? your feelings, you little bitch?” rafe mocks him.

“rafey, don’t be mean to top, he can talk about his feelings if he wants to!” you chastise your boyfriend. he gives you a smirk as topper starts to argue, “i don’t want to talk about my feelings, fuck!” “what do you wanna talk about then?” kelce asks, grunting as he continues his curls.

“fuck, i don’t know, whatever, the weather!”

you throw your head back in laughter. “the weather?!”

“that’s the best you could come up with, topper?” rafe joins you in laughter.

topper groans in frustration, kelce starting up some conversation about sports as you sit back and turn your attention back to rafe, watching him raise and lower the bar of weights. you lick your lips as your eyes track the way sweat drips down his muscles.

your eyes flicker up to his, catching him staring right back at you, smirking knowing that he’s caught you staring.

rafe sets the weights down before taking a seat on the bench, picking up a dumbbell and leaning over as he raises and lowers it. you bite your lip as he spreads his leg, full on eyeing between his thighs.

you let out the tiniest moan as rafe continues his workout. rafe suddenly drops his weight, making topper jump.

“get out.” rafe says, eyes not straying from you, but you know exactly who he’s talking to.

“what?” topper asks, and rafe snaps his head to his friends.

“get the fuck out!” rafe says, shooing them away. 

“sorry.” you mouth to the boys as they leave the gym. you hop up from your spot once they leave, slowly, teasingly slowly, walking across the open space until you reach him.

rafe grips your hips once you’re within reach, pulling you down onto his lap. “dirty girl, is this what you wanted when you came in here, huh?” “always want you to fuck me.” you giggle, reaching down and rubbing your hand over rafes cock, cursing the sweatpants for getting in your way. 

“baby, that wall is all windows.” rafe warns, and you know what he means, that you have to be quick, that you can’t get too undressed.

“wouldn’t be surprised if topper was out there watching.” you giggle, still teasing him even though he isn’t here.

“me either, only way that guy can get some action is by watching us.” rafe laughs, pinching your nipple through your shirt suddenly.

“ah!” you shout, frowning when rafe laughs at you. you pull his cock out of his pants, making his laugh turn into a moan as you begin to stroke him, getting him to full hardness.

rafe pushes his hand underneath your skirt, with the intention to move your underwear to the side, only to discover that you haven’t gotten any on. “oh, you slut!” rafe barks out a laugh. “no panties. can’t believe you.”

you giggle, melting into his body when rafe’s fingers rub over your clit, working to get you even wetter for him. you continue to stroke his cock as he rubs you, dipping down to spread your wetness. 

“you absolutely deserve to get punished for this.” rafe says. you let out a whimper, shaking your head no, giving rafe a pout that you hope wins him over.

“oh, yes you do honey. you can’t just come crying for my dick all the time.” rafe says, hand coming to smack against your ass. 

“rafey.” you whine in complaint, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock.

“alright, i’ll forgive you if you ride me real good.” rafe says. you nod with a smile, loving when rafe lets you ride him. you nod and pull a condom out of between your boobs, since you didn’t have any pockets to keep it in. rafe bites his lip as you roll it onto his dick.

he keeps your skirt pulled up as you hold his cock up, rubbing his head over your pussy before sinking down on top of him. you flutter your eyes closed as he fills you.

you take a moment to adjust to his big cock, squeezing your pussy tightly around him before relaxing. you start to slowly grind your hips, almost indistinguishable movements.

rafe’s hand suddenly falls on your ass again in a hard slap. “move, princess.” he commands.

you nod, eyes opening as you place your hands on his shoulders, beginning to bounce up and down. you keep your eyes on rafes face, the way his mouth has fallen open, jaw slack, eyes almost glasses over in pleasure.

“my little bunny.” rafe smiles at you, tugging you into a quick kiss before letting you go to continue your movements. “my little bunny hopping on my dick.”

you giggle and bounce even faster, rafes eyes dropping to your cleavage, the way your hard nipples show through your shirt and bounce up and down with every reentry of his cock.

“am i doing good, rafey?” you ask with a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“of course honey.” rafe says, squeezing your hips. you bite your lip and throw your head back as you grind your hips down, your clit rubbing against his bare skin.

you moan as you start to bounce up and down again, feet firmly planted to give you as much leverage as possible, still, it doesn’t take long until you find yourself tiring, luckly rafe places his hands on your hips, helping you move up and down.

“feels so good.” you whimper, moving a hand from where you were stabilizing yourself on his shoulders to rub over your clit.

“mhm, your rafeys big cock filling you up so nicely?” rafe asks.

“yeah, yeah.” you nod, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves you faster, starting to thrust his hips up to meet yours, spearing himself even deeper inside. 

“fuck, rafe!” you shout.

“faster, come on baby, i’m close.” rafe says. you nod, wanting to get your man off, so you muster all the strength you’ve got left in your legs to move again, gripping his shoulders with both hands. 

rafes mouth drops open as you tighten your pussy around him, clenching your cunt on his cock, making him struggle to thrust in and out, but he persists anyways.

“coming- ahh, coming!” rafe shouts out, pulling you down onto his cock as he fills the condom. you squeeze your pussy as tightly as possible as rafe pants, milking everything out of him that you can, wishing that he was filling you up instead of the condom.

“god, stop it baby, stop, it feels too good.” rafe says, literally pulling you up off of his cock. you giggle and bring your hand to his cock, stroking him slowly as his chest heaves, coming down from his orgasm. you pull the condom off his cock, sliding off his lap onto your knees, giving his dick a few licks until it’s clean.

“damn, baby.” rafe laughs, watching you hop up and throw the used condom away in the trash. “come here, let me get you off.” rafe says, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“mmm, it’s okay, i should let you get back to your workout.” you say, giving him a kiss. “besides…” you drop your head to whisper into his ear, “when you’re done and the boys leave, you can come up to your room…” you turn your head and take his earlobe between your teeth, giving it a tug. “where i’ll be waiting for you.”

you take rafes jaw in your hands, turning his head to give him a passionate kiss. “and i expect you to use that cute mouth on me, mhm?”

rafe gives you a crooked smile, “can’t wait to bury my head between your legs.” rafe says, squeezing your thigh.

you giggle and give rafe another kiss before heading out. you turn back to rafe before you close the door behind you, giving him a wink as you flip the bottom of your skirt up, giving him a quick view of your bare ass.

“oh come on, that’s so unfair!” rafe shouts as you let the door swing shut behind you. 

you skip towards the house, knowing rafe will be very quick to finish his workout. you see topper and kelce, sitting on the patio.

“hey boys, you’re good to go back in.” you say with a wave. “enjoy the rest of your workout!”

the beginning

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?

“your bikini is so cute.” you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.

“i have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?” julie offers.

“girl, yes!” you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and don’t have a ton of options.

you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. “we look good.” you nod.

“damn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.” “hopefully including rafe.” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didn’t take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didn’t get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.

“there’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep his eye of you.” julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. “we better get going.”

you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.

--

“hey rafe.” you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. you’ve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you haven’t progressed past just talking.

“hey.” rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. “wanna come up and drive with me?”

“yeah.” you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.

you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina. 

“this is a really nice boat.” you comment. “maybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.” you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.

“ah yeah, didn’t have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?” rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.

“nope.” you shake your head. “but i’m glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere… calmer.”

“i’m glad you moved too.” rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.

“wanna swim?” rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

he doesn’t snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. “i got the ladder in for us, man.”

“yeah, yeah thanks.” rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.

“y/n! jump in with me!” julie calls.

“lets go?” you tilt your head, looking to rafe.

“wait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.” rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. “you'll take it?”

“yeah, sure.” topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.

you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so you’re in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.

rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.

you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you can’t help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.

--

rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. “i had fun today.”

“i did too.” you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” rafe questions.

“why, wanna take me on a date?” you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.

“and what if i do?” rafe smirks.

“then i’m definitely free.” 

“pick you up at 6:30 then.” rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.

--

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.

rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.

rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but you’re too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.

he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.

“y/n.” rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until he’s satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.

--

“this is easily the best first date i’ve ever had.” you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.

“mine too.” rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.

“you know…” you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. “my parents are back in new york this weekend.”

“really?” rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.

“if you’d like to come in for some… tea.” 

“tea, sure.” rafe nods, turning his truck off.

you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.

--

“good morning.” you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.

“morning.” rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. “you look beautiful.”

“not too bad yourself.” you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.

the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so he’s over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.

you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.

“when are your parents home?” rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.

“um-” your brain briefly doesn’t work at the randomness of the question. “monday evening.” “i say-” rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. “we spent the entire weekend in bed then.”

you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. “sounds good to me.” you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.

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pink sundress

dark!rafe x innocent!reader

based on: this ask!!!

cw: rough p in v sex , fingering, manipulation/coercion (DUBCON), slight sir kink (GOODBYE I HAD TO), degradation (rafe calls r a slut like twice), i think that’s it??

a/n: ok everyone please be nice bc this is my first time writing smut😭😭 i think it’s goooooood though and i’m excited to hear what y’all think! i actually worked really hard on this (like i deadass did research😭😭) and also got a bit carried away bc it’s 1.7k words but i’m very proud of it so i hope u all enjoy!!! anon bae i hope u love it and thank u so so much for ur request <3!!!!! and @sugarcoatedstarkey THANK YOOOUUU for helping me when i got stuck and for beta reading🥹💐💐💐<3

you swiped one more layer of chapstick on before turning your car off and hopping out. you walked through the front door of tannyhill, slipped your shoes off, and made your way up the stairs and into rafe’s bedroom. 

he met you at the door, opening it swiftly just as you were going to knock. 

“hey angel.” he pulled you into a hug and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, making you giggle.

“hey rafey.” you smiled as he stepped back to admire you. it was a particularly hot day in the outer banks, so you decided to wear the pink sundress rafe bought you recently. you loved the way it fit and how good it made your boobs look without a bra. 

by the way he was scanning over your body, almost hungrily, you could tell that rafe liked the dress, too. 

“do you like it?” you asked, gesturing to yourself with a smile. “it’s the one you just bought me.” 

“i-um-yeah.” rafe cleared his throat before he continued talking. “yeah baby, looks good on you.” 

a blush crept onto your cheeks as he pulled you in again, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. 

his hands roamed all over your body as he kissed you. he slipped his hands under your dress and squeezed your hips harshly before moving up to cup your breasts. you gasped when you felt his rough hands on the soft skin. 

“rafe!” you tried to pull away, but he quickly moved his hands back to your hips and brought you closer to him. 

he walked you backwards to the bed and laid you down, his blue eyes growing dark as he towered over you. 

“come on, angel. you’ve been making me wait for months, and then you show up to my house, when its just us, wearing this?” rafe leans back, his eyes hungrily scanning over your body before leaning back in. you gulp at the feeling of his breath fanning your face. “and you think i’m just going to let you? that i’m not going to make you wish you’d worn something else?” 

“I…I…” you place both hands on his chest and try to push him off of you, but its no use. rafe is much stronger than you and his body is practically pinning you to the bed already. he laughs lowly and, before you know it, he’s got both of your wrists in one hand and raises them above your head. 

his grip is tightening and you’re squirming underneath him with tears slowly streaming down your face, but, again, he doesn’t budge. 

“hey, hey, stop.” rafe looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, like he can’t believe you’re actually fighting him-fighting this. “i do so much for you. i buy you anything you want. i take you on all these fancy dates and trips, and you can’t give me this one thing?” he drags his hand up your thigh, bunching your dress at your hip, before he speaks again. “don’t you want to make me happy? make me feel good?”

your mind raced as you thought about what he was saying- what he was asking of you. he did spoil you to no end, buying you whatever you wanted and letting you take his card when you went shopping with your friends. he did take you to the fanciest restaurants and he’d even taken you to his family’s house in the bahamas. he’d never asked for much in return, just for you to love and be loyal to him, and, of course, this. 

and, when you thought about it, was it really that much? after all he’s done for you, was it really too much for rafe to ask you to give yourself up to him? to let him be the one to take your virginity? 

you sniffled before answering him. “of course i do-”

“so give me this. show me how much you love me.” 

“i’m just…i’m scared, rafe, and i don’t know if i’m ready.” 

“nothing to be scared of, baby girl.” 

before you could object further, rafe was kissing you roughly and snatching your panties down your legs. 

his lips moved from your jaw to your neck, nipping harshly at the sensitive skin. 

while rafe’s mouth was busy peppering kisses up and down your body, his hands were hiking your dress up and over your head. he paused briefly once you were completely naked, his dark eyes raking over your bare figure 

he knelt inbetween your legs and hooked his arms around your thighs, snatching you towards him. before you could process what was happening, rafe buried his face in your already dripping cunt, his tongue devouring your clit like man starved. 

your back arched off the mattress as you gasped with pleasure. when you felt him insert a finger into you, your heels dug into his shoulders- the overwhelming feeling causing you to subconsciously move away from him. 

this only caused him to grab your hip with his free hand, dragging you back to him. 

“don’t fucking run from me.” he growled against your clit, the vibrations forcing a moan from your lips. 

“r-rafe, ‘s too much.” tears were streaming down your face as you spoke. 

he chuckled as he finally pulled his face away from your throbbing heat. 

“baby, we’re just getting started.” he returned to his position, his fingers and tongue making you dizzy. 

‘just getting started?’ you thought to yourself. if this was just getting started, you weren’t sure how you’d react to whatever else he had planned. your head was already spinning just from his fingers and mouth. 

“i’m-ah-’m…rafe!” you whined as the coil in your stomach strained tighter and tighter, waiting to be released. 

“yeah? you wanna cum?” he spoke, his raspy voice sending you into orbit. 

you nodded furiously. “yes! p-please!” 

rafe pulled his face away from you, his dark eyes staring directly into yours as he spoke. “hmm, i dunno, baby. you don’t really sound like you want to. why don’t you beg some more?” 

his fingers curled inside of you while he watched you, waiting to hear you beg for your release.

“please, rafe! i-i’m so close!” your back arched off the mattress again as his fingers worked their magic inside of you while he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb and palmed himself through his shorts with his free hand. 

“come for me, princess. come on my fingers.” 

one more harsh rub on your clit and you came completely undone- your body jerking and your legs shaking as you came on rafe’s fingers. he fingered you through your orgasm, his dick growing painfully hard in his shorts at the way your walls squeezed his fingers. 

your mind was still racing when rafe stood up and placed his fingers in your open mouth while using his free hand to slide out of his shorts and boxers. he knelt in between your legs again and, without even giving you time to breathe, your legs were thrown over his shoulders and his hips slammed against yours as he rammed his dick inside you. 

you gasped at the sudden intrusion and your hands flew to his back, your freshly manicured nails searing into his skin as he thrusted into you. 

“fuck..” rafe threw his head back, groaning at the intense pleasure he was feeling between your pussy clenching around him and your almond shaped nails digging into his back. 

“this was what you wanted, huh? showing up in that tiny dress- practically begging me to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

“i…” you couldn’t find the answer he was looking for, as his pace had your mind all foggy, your vision blurry with tears. 

“answer me.” he grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at him as his hips rutted into yours- the sound of panting and skin slapping together filling his large bedroom. 

“yes! god, yes! y-yes sir!” your eyes rolled back in your head, too caught up to notice the way he twitched inside of you after calling him that. 

that, along with the way you were taking him so well and squeezing around him, your body telling him that you were close, was enough to give him the adrenaline boost he needed, picking up speed as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. 

“ra-fuck-” you breathed out. “rafe, i’m-”

“you wanna cum again, princess?” he asked, his fingers now digging into the soft skin on your hips as he held himself up. 

“mhm..” you moaned out. 

“come on then. be a good girl and ask me.” his eyes met yours, almost causing you to come undone immediately. his ocean blue eyes were now black and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin, sticking his hair to his forehead. 

“rafe, please!” 

“yeah, come on, doll. make a mess all over my dick like the slut you are.”

and make a mess you did. your back arched off the bed, toes curling as you screwed your eyes shut. 

“uh uh, look at me. look at me while you’re cumming so you know it’s me whos making you feel this good. me, my dick, that’s ruining this tight pussy.”

you opened your eyes and held eye contact with rafe as he fucked you out of your high and into his. he let out a string of breathy “fuck”s and “Y/N”s as he released thick ropes of cum into you. once rafe finally rode out his orgasm, he pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed beside you, pulling you on top of him. 

your chests seemed to move in sync as the two of you struggled to catch your breath. you rested your head on your hands as you looked at rafe. he brushed your hair away from your forehead and planted a soft kiss to your lips. when he pulled away, he simply stared at you for a minute, causing you to giggle. 

“what?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“gonna buy you that dress in every fucking color.”

too nice

words: 1k

rafe is turned on by you... being nice?

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex (no climax included lol i ended it early bc it felt right)

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it's not that rafe isn't used to people being nice to him, but it's a different kind of nice. it's being pleasant out of fear of him and what he will do. you, on the other hand, don't see him that way for whatever reason. you are nice to him simply because you are a nice person, and wouldn't think to be anything but sweet to the cameron boy.

“hey rafe, how's your day today?” you ask, leaning your chin onto your first as you prop your head up on the side of the boat, the sun hitting your skin and warming it. 

“good, thanks for asking darling.” rafe says, really not in the mood to be out on the water, but when topper said you would be joining them on the boat, he couldn't pass up the chance on getting close to you

“no problem.” you smile, bending your knees and bringing your heels to rest on the plastic couch material, looking off into the distance as the boat flies over the water, humming along softly to the music.

“do you want something? a water or a coke?” you ask rafe, feeling your mouth is a little too dry and needing something to replenish it.

“water is fine.” rafe nods. “thank you, y/n.”

you smile at him before standing up to find the cooler, getting out a water for rafe and a can of lemonade for yourself. you return to the spot on the couch, noticing that kelce has moved to rafes other side.

“here ya go.” you tell rafe, taking your seat again after handing him the water. 

“you're too nice.” rafe says, shifting in his seat. 

“im not too nice.” you roll your eyes. “im just being friendly.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, taking a sip of his water. when the boat stops and everyone jumps off, he has to run to the bathroom, surprised he lasted so long with you sitting next to him, so fucking sweet, and barely covered by your small bikini.

he fucks his fist, the image of you in his head, imagining you between his legs, your mouth on his cock, or bending you over the sink as he takes you from behind, holding your plump ass in his hands. 

he cums thinking of your moans, thinking of fucking your tight pussy, how nice you'd be about it, how much you'd thank him and bat your eyelashes.

he cleans up before heading out of the interior to see you standing on the deck, dripping wet, and he instantly rehardens in his swim shorts.

--

“rafe!” you gasp against his lips, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt.

“can't believe you're this nice to everyone.” he kisses you harder, not allowing you to think as his lips slide against yours. “such a fucking sweetheart.”

“please!” you gasp out, grinding your hips against rafes as he presses into you.

“begging me to fuck you.” rafe laughs, pressing his cock into you through the layers of clothing. “and being so nice about it. such good manners, baby.”

“need you.” you tug at rafes clothing, desperate to get him naked. rafe steps away to free himself of the sweatshirt and tshirt, tugging his sweatpants down as well to leave him in just underwear. it had been a long day out on the boat, and rafe was glad he brought a change of clothes for after he was done swimming and the sun fell in the sky.

“i wonder…” rafe says, tugging at your coverup, navigating the confusing straps until it's off your body. “if you taste as sweet as you act.” rafe tugs the zipper on your bikini top down until the sides split apart, your breasts spilling out.

rafe props you up onto the sink, wishing he was fucking you in someplace nicer than the bathroom on toppers family boat, but it was clean and big enough to make do. 

rafe latches onto your nipple, his other hand covering your breast as he toys with it. you throw your head back, pressing it against the mirror as rafe attacks your chest, sucking, licking and pulling at your nipples.

“ive always wanted to taste your pussy.” rafe lifts you off the vanity with one hand, tugging your swimsuit bottoms down with the other, not even needing your help in getting you naked. 

rafe sinks to his knees, the bottom of his feet pressing against the opposite wall but ignoring the cramped space as he spreads your thighs, revealing your wet cunt to him, already leaking from his kisses elsewhere.

rafe buries his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping over your folds without spreading them, keeping his touches teasing and not where you truly want him.

“please, rafe, come on.” you tug at his hair, pulling him closer and causing his tongue to push through your folds and separate them. rafe slurps at your juices, making obscene noises that you hope no one else can hear as he pulls away and looks up at you with a half smile. “i knew it.” he nods. “you taste just as sweet as you act.”

rafe licks at your cunt like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, not tearing himself away until his tongue brings you to your first orgasm of the night, and he still makes sure to lick up all your sweetness before standing.

“want me to fuck you, darling?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over his cock, still covered by his underwear.

“yes, please, rafey, want you so bad.” you pant, tugging at the waistband of his underwear until rafe concedes and pushes them down his legs.

“let me taste you-” you begin, going to get off the sink, but rafe stops you from kneeling on the ground.

“as much as i’d like that baby, i need to be inside of you. you’ll have plenty of time to suck me off later.” you pout but nod, fine with hurrying it up if it means getting to feel rafes impressive length in your cunt. “so theres gonna be more times?” you ask, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders.

“princess, you thought once i got a taste if your pussy that i would be satisfied with just fucking you once? of course there will be more times.” rafe leans in and kisses you gently. “you’re too cute.” he states, and then pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock deep inside of you.

(Austin by Dasha) applied to reader x Rafe

Why do I see it?

(Coming soon)

Pogue!gf!reader

Rafe or Barry would get done folding you in half, having nearly stopped your heart from beating and have the audacity to leave a clip of money on the dresser while they went for a smoke.

Rafe is definitely tender-headed, but there was something irresistible about the way your nails sank into his scalp, desperately clawing at his hair that had him in literal tears.

He's a whimpering mess, hastily rutting into you, adrenaline coursing through him while you yanked at his dark strands, his face buried into your neck because he refuses to be caught crying as he empties himself into you.

His high fading with him rubbing his spent member on your sticky inner thighs, pressing stuttering kisses against your collarbone.

It was perfect, one of the best things about sex with Rafe, it worked every time.

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"What do you mean you want to cut your hair?"

Your voice rang out through the speaker of Rafe's car, the bass was so loud you could almost hear your shock return through the stereo.

Rafe leaned his head back against the driver’s seat, a hand resting on the gear shift, the other running over his hair, a smile he tried to suppress cracking through as he heard you panic.

When he didn't respond back you switched the audio call to a video, the request popping up on his screen.

"Please tell me you're joking," you were unsure, seeing him snicker in the front seat, while he kept his eyes on the road.

Was he serious about that? If so, why?

He cleared his throat, fixing his eyes on you, paused in real time.

Your hair was wrapped, secure in a nice scarf, and you were in a white tee, your arms propping your head up, but also squishing your breasts together while the rested against the counter.

His tongue slides over his lower lip, pulling it back into a smile before he answered. "I wanna try something different," that answered about as many questions were asked, but of course you had more.

You were trying to get to the bottom of this because when he left that morning, literally two hours ago, that wasn't even on his schedule.

"You know what? I'm gonna see you when you get home," this had to be dealt with in person. "Mmhm, see you when you get here."

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"Why would you ever want to get rid of this?" Your fingers raked through sweaty locs, pushing stray stands out of his face, sweeping them back into a firm grasp.

He winced, a whimper rolling from his parted lips as he sheathed himself into you trying to find sanctuary in your gummy walls.

The pain shifted into adrenaline, and Rafe had that same look in his eye, when he's bordering tears, his irises darken, and his bottom lip get tucked between his teeth, doing nothing to hide his heavy panting letting you know he was close.

"Damn baby," he exclaimed, resisting your clutch, "you keep gripping my shit like that and I may not have to wait,"

And you did, your grip tightened when he threatened to wiggled free, but it was loosing traction when he latched his lips to your nipples, nibbling on them, and soothing it over with his tongue.

His strong arms dipped beneath you, stacking against your lower back as he pressed his face further into your chest, sinking his teeth into various spots.

He rutted his hips against yours feverishly, squeezing your body against his with every thrust while you worked to sooth the sting of your iron grip with kisses to his forehead. Sweet nothings whispered to him coaxing his climax as he pumped into you. Pushing you further into the mattress, arching your back against his arms, your legs around his waist, and his tall frame blanketing over you while his dick twitched against your folds, pumping himself inside you as he pulled out.

The two of you were a heated mess, Rafe holding one arm tucked behind you, the other came to rest on your stomach, staying between your legs, his elbow towards your hip, shallowly breathing against your skin, he hummed while you massaged his scalp, each delicate stroke a parting gift.

Green girl

Summary; dating Rafe throughout the seasons

Content warning; Rafe being Rafe, lot of talk about clothes and lifestyle (appearances and whatnot

A/n; each scenario is a different variation of pogue.

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S1 Rafe

Rafe was opposed to labeling you as his girlfriend for the first few weeks of your relationship, for various reasons, but the biggest?

You were a pogue, and in more ways than one it showed.

From the way you talked, slipping a bro or dude into an otherwise classy conversation to how you dressed.

When he finally accepted you were dating, it seemed to open him a little more.

Of course he still questioned why you repeated outfits and lived in an appropriately sized one bedroom for just you, but he wasn't prepared for when you asked back why he still lives with his dad.

His hobbies consisted of golf, drinking, partying, and biking while yours were pretty basic, you enjoyed a variety of arts, gardening, and fashion.

And not the expensive kind, the destructive kind. Tearing holes in jeans, cutting up sleeves, bleaching a faded tee, donating what you didn't feel you needed.

All in all he liked you, (even if he didn't show it as much as he should), despite your (obvious) differences

And dates were usually in private places where he could allow you to be as cheap as you'd like.

Otherwise he'd never hear the end of it and at some point he'd be inclined to agree.

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S2 Rafe

This was really the time where he wanted to help his dad as much as he wanted to piss him off.

What better way to do that than to date a pogue?

He felt obligated to upgrade you since you started dating

Buying expensive jewelry and clothes.

If he was gonna risk his reputation, he'd do it right.

Now, you accepted some of his gifts, a lot of them costing what you could probably achieve in 10 years, but not all of them

On dates he frequently ordered for you the priciest thing on the menu, but in your preferred palate, took you out to high end places, spent a couple thousands.

Once he was satisfied with the result of burying you in his riches he'd get right back to work.

You did like his taste, but some of the other things you donated to charity or even gave to friends

Rafe was passionate about his gifting, not because it was genuine, but because he needed to be able to show you off and proudly.

So, he instead of bombarding you with gifts you could give away, he bought YOU a house on figure eight

Try selling that

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S3 Rafe

He was different.

All the rumors revolving him, all the gossip, it didn't fit the guy you were dating.

Nothing about the way he sweet talked you or pampered you suggested he was anything like what they said he was.

This was a very important time in his life, where he was semi rehabiliting and learning to think and act for himself

He was a rich boy at heart, but tame in comparison.

He bought you gifts that you've suggested an interest in (this time with your blessing), but his love language was really acts of service.

Now, focusing on your relationship he had to take the time to know you and how to be at your service.

For you he shelfed his rich boy tendencies and learned how to meet you half way.

You taught each other new things

For example, years ago he wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near a washing machine, but you sometimes found him outside, putting the dry clothes into a hamper and/or folding them.

A memorable moment was a power outage at your place due to construction, Rafe instinctively wanted to maybe bribe a worker to repower your neighborhood in particular, but he didn't.

Instead, he helped you finish washing clothes out back that were mid cycle when they stopped, hung them on the clothesline, and lounged around the house between shifts.

You did wake the next morning to a fully a/c conditioned house and working lights.

Content warning; groping, reader has a potty mouth, traumatizing Rafe again, typical work day at the trailer, TENSION

A/n; Wolf of Wall Street reference if you squint

Word count; 1.2k

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"Hello again," you didn't have to look up to know it's Rafe again, trying to smother his heavy breathing with face paced steps in your direction.

It's his second time in your house in less than 12 hours, by enabling his poor habits you've been able to pinpoint his unscheduled appointments, usually within a three day period, meaning about 2-3 visits a week.

Money, drugs, transport, whatever Barry had to offer, but same day repeats were a huge no for Barry. Can't keep clientele if they're dead, it's his way of caring, unless they wave a couple bands.

But Rafe was special, you'll tell him no, no problem, and that's what you did. Even if you were actively spooning greens into thin cut rolling paper.

"Wha-, no, I'm not here for that," he huffed, even though he eyed the jar of rolled blunts.

"Why are you all sweaty and out of breath?" His shirt was dampened in the pits, easier to spot with how swamped he was everywhere else, his hair all sticking together, he looked good.

He stopped his movements, shooting you a squinted glare, lifting his hands above his head, resting them in his hair, "where is Barry?"

Where is Barry? If you had a dime every time he said that, you'd own that bar on figure 8, such a nice piece of land at the end of town, underfunded, partially developed, perfect.

Hello," he snapped, waving his hand in your face.

"Yo..." Barry's voice droned through the entrance, he sniffed, kicking aside your bra on the floor, tugging at his cargo pants, looking at the scene before him.

His eyes fell to you, on the couch, your bare legs parted, what visible part of your bottoms tucked just beneath your working hands, the rest disappearing beneath the half tied robe you're sitting in.

" 'Hell is this?" Mainly looking at you because when he left to go fool around in the makeshift shed out back you were reading a magazine that you had found tucked on his side of the bed.

Now it was open to a page of a girl bent over in a very skin tight skirt, looking back and in some stringy stilettos, her legs seemed infinite while her torso was buried beneath your station.

"I need a gun," Rafe interrupted the heated staring contest, watching as you reclined against the couch, kicking one knee up, the end of your robe hiking over your knee exposing your thigh, a sparkling pedicure gracing the cluttered table.

Barry's pupils voided solid for a second, his eyes flickering over to the kid. You really were distracting him.

But Barry obliged with the request, silently heading towards the bedroom, you giggled at the sound of his flipflops after him.

Rafe stayed in the living room, staring down at you. He's so tense, you wonder if maybe you can help with it.

More so leaning forward to roll a blunt, bringing the packed paper to your lips, looking through your lashes up at Rafe while keeping your head down, breathing on it gently, the tail of your tongue prodding through your lips, flicking at your project.

Delicate kitten licks, hardly even grazing the surface as you extended your foot to where he was standing, with the tips of your toes dragging them down against the fabric of his pants.

Barry came back in the room, holding a western revolver, jamming the loaded chamber back into place, holding it out for Rafe.

"Oh?" You hum, leaning forward, Rafe has more business to take care of than any responsible adult you know, which isn't many.

"You boys and your business," watching the quick exchange, seeing Barry also had a gun tucked in the waistband of his pants.

"Speaking of, what's all this?" the weed, the robe, looks like you in charge of this operation, that wasn't entirely untrue. "Restocking inventory."

"In a robe?" While you had a guest you were still in the comfort of your home, so if you decided to lounge around half dressed so be it. "I mean, I can always take it off," you shrugged, flipping the end up over your lap.

His hand swept over yours, pressing your hands firm in place in objection "you good."

Rafe watched in irritation as you two interacted, seemingly ignoring the urgency of his statement, glaring heavily at you.

It was you, not Barry.

You were a distraction, to him and Barry.

His glare had lessened when he felt the scrap of your nails against his thigh, followed by a heavier presence between his legs, bringing him back to present.

"Little boys shouldn't play with guns," your tone casual, but low, seductive almost. "But if you're all grown up," followed by a nice squeeze, squishing his balls against your palm, your lips curved into a sunken smile, you were enjoying this, "we won't have a problem...will we?"

A quick silence fell over the room, and then the faint whimper from Rafe, his knees bending as he was following the pull of your hands with his hips, he let out a strangled hum of acknowledgment and a haste nod making you smooth over your thumb over where you had been viciously tugging on him.

You kept him in your grasp for extra measure turning your predatory attention now on to Barry, first noticing his bottom lip tugged under his teeth.

You didn't have to look to know that turned him on, he kinda likes being told what to do, especially when you know what you want and how you want it.

"As for you," with your free hand you undid your robe, shrugging it back off your shoulder, showing the thin strapped tank you were wearing, fully giving away the curve of your breasts, "I'll remind you, they don't have this where you're going."

Something you liked to remind him of, if not daily, and it works every time.

Especially like now, when you've displayed your dominance even cornered by these two men, one in the palm of your hand and the other just as easily caving with the promise of your company.

He watched you cross your legs, pushing all other distractions aside as you drew attention to your unshielded figure. Even caught Rafe peeking, subtly.

"Fuck..." Your boyfriend muttered to himself, his eyes not at all leaving you.

Once you were satisfied with their response you let Rafe go, allowing him to stand still and process what had just taken place while you tucked a j in Barry's pants pocket, for good luck, you mouthed, intentionally squishing your breasts together as you did so.

It was enough to inspire good behavior.

Rafe elbowed Barry, nodding towards the door, hoping to escort him out of there before the plan got forgotten altogether.

The two damn near rushed out the door, Rafe following behind to make sure Barry made it, watching his disappear out front.

"Rafe," you called out, watching him slow to a stop, his head turned over his shoulder.

"You got a nice pair, keep it that way." He scoffed, flipping the end of his shirt up to tuck the gun in his waistband, resting it against his back as he walked out.

Content warning: Rafe being horny, little foreplay, lots of grabbing, kissing, takes place at your place, lots of teasing, established relationship, tit play

Summary: sexy time with a twist

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You were in the bathroom, hiking your favorite underwear up your legs, trying to capture the sensuality they do on screen when the doorbell rang throughout your living room catching your attention.

With one final draw up your thighs you pulled the waistline up, resting the elastic hem against your skin, twirling on the tips of your toes, looking back, giving your ass a little shake on the way out. You dropped the t-shirt from under your chin, smacking the lights with with your palm, entering the dark.

You skipped over to the door, careful to dodge an obstacles that may have been waiting for you. Successfully making it to the door, you twisted the knob to reveal in all his 6'2 glory, your handsome boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.

You flicked on the dull porch light just to see his face, his eyes trailing down to your shirt, noticing the faint presence of your breasts, your nipples poking at the fabric freely.

"Expecting someone else?" He asked, watching you acan him from head to toe.

"Just looking," you sassed, throwing your arms around him, the action further confirming his suspicion when he felt your chest press against him, your arms sweeping beneath his, connecting around his back.

His hands came to rest on your lower back, his fingers deafly sweeping over the end of your shirt.

You let go ever so slowly, retracing your action, but instead of letting go your pinkie slips through his index and you reel him in, pulling him toward you.

Your shirt swayed teasingly as you twirled keeping him locked in your grasp, the change providing a good view to the white panties outlining the curve of your ass.

Rafe's lip curled at the silent promise of a treat.

"Turn the light off behind you," you said, waving at the row of switches. He took his time, memorizing the art before him, one he wouldn't mind adding a couple more strokes to.

He did as told, letting the dark envelop the house once more, following you to your single bedroom.

He wasted bo time, shoving you on to your mattress, your instincts making sure you landed on hands and knees, ass up, facing him. Full access as he wanted.

"Wait," you exclaimed, crawling away from the edge of the bed, making room on the other side.

"What?" He questioned, his hands pulling at your comforter in an attempt to guide you back over to him.

He was so needy when he knew he was getting action. Sometimes he took his time, but any other he got right down to business.

You flipped onto your back, sitting up against the pile of pillows behind you, an iron grip fell on Rafe's collar, his stature falling level to you in seconds.

He was still tall, even on his knees, struggling to maintain his posture as you pulled him forward so you moved your legs making more room for him, your knees folded against his ribs as your lips connected.

Once he was steady he hooked his cool fingers beneath your knee, shifting the whole situation to have him beneath you while he selfishly tugged at your clothes.

Things got heated quick, shirts got removed, and mouths got to work, his tongue swirling around your sensitive stump, his warm mouth closing around, teeth sinking into the doughy flesh. His palm kneed the other pinching it, flicking his thumb to sooth over the stinging.

He was so entranced by you he cupped them in entirety and just squeezed, thrusting his erection further up, now digging into the damp cloth between your legs. When he pulled away from your tit he kissed the other, and lowered you to the mattress, following suit, his body cared yours.

"Is that.." kiss, "enough.." slip of the tongue tickling through roof of your mouth, "break?"

If you didn't combust right there, melting to the heat applied to all senses.

Finally he was moving where he really wanted, from your hardened nipples, down your stomach, feeling it tighten further down.

His index circled your waistline before he sank in, making you hiss at his cold ring dragging against your pelvic bone.

"The fuck are these?" He grumbled, curling the fabric around his finger, pulling it, letting it snap back against you making you flinch.

"Huh?" You were steadying yourself on your elbow, watching him pull at but not move the panties.

This wasn't the first time he had sex with you, and definitely not the first time he's had to strip you to get you where he wanted.

"the hell is this shit?" He repeated louder, repeating the motion of.

"Rafe, what?" You pulled away, scooted up into a seat, resting your knees to your chest and arms stacked to cover your partial nudity.

"That's not what you usually wear," "and that has what to do with this?"

In all honesty this wasn't where you thought it would end up going, and you're still unsure of how it got to this point.

"What is it?"

You're aware that his last relationships he's probably had girls dress up for him, and you do that occasionally, but Rafe doesn't usually care as long as he can relieve himself or you.

He's acting like a kid discovering porn, "comfortable is what it is."

"But why? You're young and pretty, don't you want to look like it?" He gestured towards the underwear. They were a little bigger than the average cut, they offered decent coverage and went high, and they resembled a diaper shape wise, but that shouldn't matter if they're coming off.

"What's wrong with these?"

"They're granny panties," you could hear the disapproval in his voice.

Did he want you to get rid of them or what? You only had one question, letting a silence creep between the two of you. They even have lace, not a whole lot, but enough.

"Are we still doing this or?" And he let your question linger, he shifted, his head shaking, hand coming to his face in contemplation.

You grumbled, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, he sat up, still thinking to himself while you scooted off the bed.

He turned his head for a second, watching you gather your shirt and hold your breasts out of sight with an arm, pulling it over your head.

You slowed your movements hoping he gave you an answer of some sort, but he kept watch, so you left him in the dark, disappearing into the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you, turning the light on, Rafe heard you moving around and was drawn back your way by the creaky door.

Your hip leaned against the doorframe, your fingers pinching your shirt up to reveal you had changed into black lace, thinly cut that would potentially give you a wedgie.

He visibly perked up, tilting his head at you, itching to come forward.

You approached the bed, walking slowly, crawling towards him, stopping at his lap, you brought your legs beside him, straddling him, letting the rest of you relax against him.

"Let's try this again," you offered, delicately pecking his lips.

You let him undress you again, this time with the aid of the lace, he still slipped them down to your ankles.

"Thought you wanted those," you pointed out, finally feeling his fingers dig into your core.

"Eh," he shrugged, "visually."

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A/n; for a second you had him like...

Dog days are over

Ill!Rafe x gf!reader

Summary: Rafe's your patient

Content warning: fluff, symptoms consistent with a cold, soft-ish Rafe, medication, meditation, and some TLC, Cameron sibling dynamic

A/n: Happy Valentines Day

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Something is off.

You felt it.

With infrequent visits from your boyfriend, texts over calls, and no contact otherwise you were concerned.

He's expressed a text is nice, but it doesn't properly demonstrate his disapproval, if any. That and he doesn't like to miss you on the phone. If you needed to talk then and there he'd do it.

You usually see him around when you're not hanging out, but the last two weeks have been different.

Last week you caught him at the bonfire, and he kept you in his sight while chugging a barrel of beer, and Tuesday he arranged lunch plans for you two, but that was the last time you actually saw him.

Since then he makes sure to send a text a day at least, in between those. It's not always coherent, but it's something.

Today would mark the third quarter of a week in which you haven't had physical contact.

Rafe, on the other end of that was miserable. His head was killing him, palm pressed up to his forehead as he sat in the kitchen, squeezing the life out of a water bottle, letting some of it dribbling down his chin.

He was encouraged before seeking a medical fix to try drinking water since he and hydration have history.

Advised by you, the one time you played doctor.

Maybe you could cure him, you've done it before right?

But, by the way your phone hasn't rang, he's decided against it. Until you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown

Unkn: Please come get my brother

You: Sarah?

She's who you immediately thought of because you were considering a house visit.

Once she confirmed it was her, you immediately edited the contact name.

Sarah <3: Yes

You: what's wrong?

Sarah <3: I'll call you

And when it rang you picked up. Sarah initially didn't say something, but you could hear her footsteps, and the wind faintly in the background.

You listened on, curious about what was happening, and then you heard it.

A suppressed cough followed by a sniffle, but that wasn't all. "Sarah, get out," Rafe rasped on the other end, his voice clear in the background.

And then her retreating steps.

Once she was out of earshot she adjusted the camera to face time, her blonde hair whipping into frame.

"How long has he been like that?" "Who knows?" She shrugged, adjusting her shirt. She didn't have much to say on the matter, she simply flipped the screen around, revealing Rafe on the couch.

He's on his stomach, face pressed into a pillow and a blanket pulled up to his waist. Visually his surroundings were clean, no tissues, pill bottles, no indication he's been on the couch longer than it looks, but if you squint you could see the crease in his forehead, and chest moving with his labored breaths.

Then it switched back to Sarah, "get him out of here, please."

"I'll see what I can do," you said, kicking off your covers.

You were on the road soon enough, driving to the Camerons's house.

When you arrived, you pulled into the driveway, backing symmetrically against the curb, turning off your engine.

Sarah tip toed outside, skipping over to your car with the biggest grin. "So?" She asked, hopefully placing her hand on her hips.

She had a lot of faith in your ability to influence Rafe to do anything.

"I need to see him first," you dodge, stepping up to the porch. Your knuckles rapped against the door, stopping when you heard a groan from the other side.

You pressed your ear to the door, hearing Rafe's grumbling and dragging feet. The lock clicked against the door, Rafe's fingers gripping the door frame, a couple inches above his head, which was hung low.

You looked up, your fingers sifting his hair out of his face, your eyes looking up to meet his tired, droopy ones. He straightened his lousy posture, turning his head away, "What're you doing here?"

Sarah called, but that's not what he wanted to hear. "I've been meaning to visit," you step closer, wedging your foot between the door. "Let me in?"

He again grumbled under his breath, shuffling back, keeping an eye in you as you walked through the door, closing it behind you.

Now you were looking around. You could see Rafe's makeshift palate on the couch, the living room furniture spotless, and an air freshner fuming in the corner.

Mint?

"So, how are you feeling?" "Fine."

You had dropped your bag off on the loveseat, across the way, sitting down in the corner, keeping him in sight.

You figured your staring had made him uncomfortable with how much he shifted around once he "settled". Not long after for the one second you turned away he got to his feet, gathered his blankets and lugged them over his shoulder, heading up the stairs.

You waited to he disappeared to give him a semblance of space, too getting to your feet.

Sarah peeked her head back in, scanning the coast landing on you, shimmying the belt of your jeans up a little higher. You shot her a playful look, unhooking your car keys from the chain of your purse, tossing them to her.

"Got it," she whispered, popping out.

And so you went up.

Rafe's room was in poorer shape than the living room. Bed disheveled, laundry tossed over, his pillows stripped, curtains tied, his closet had seemingly flooded into the room, and the picture above his bed was crooked.

"Rafe..." You offered a sympathetic look, tilting your head at him. He rolled his shoulders back, plopping onto his bed, hands folding over his abdomen.

This was so unlike him, the bed like him, but everything else was usually neat. Some superstition about the state of your mental. Right now his is crowded, stuffy, and in need of a little tidying up.

You trudged through his sock pile, stepping into the clear tile of his bathroom floor, eyes immediately drawn to the trash overflowing with tissues. Empty boxes parked on the sink, floor, in the tub.

Unlike some people, he's not too kooky about being sick. In fact he'll lie in it.

You didn't need to check his temp to know he was burning up, despite the goosebumps littering his arms.

He was sick. Not a doubt in your or his mind.

You peeled back his foggy mirror, looking at the many yellow prescription bottles he's got lying in a row, twisting the labels around.

Some of these are for low blood pressure, not of course prescribed to him.

"Bae," you called, swiping a couple up, "which one of these is Tylenol?" Probably none.

And you were right, not Tylenol, ibrouprophen, not acetaminophen, nothing you could think of off the tip of your brain. "Okay," perhaps you were being too specific.

"Which one of these is a painkiller or reliever of sort?"

Finally, Rafe thought. A broader spectrum to work with. Over the counter meds wouldn't do it for him. Part of him wanted the high.

"White pills, red label," he coughed.

White pills red label, white pills, red label, white pills, you repeated to yourself, swatting the other bottles away. You found it far off in the corner. "Vicodin?"

"Yeah,"

"Two, right?"

"Three,"

"Nice try," you chuckled popping the pills into your palm. You know he'd take one every 30 minutes if he didn't feel they were kicking in fast enough.

Before you could ask about water you stepped forward until a mound of them, all crinkled up, empty, there had to be at least 10.

Poor baby, he was really suffering.

"Sit up and lean back," you instructed, holding your hand out, watching him look down at the pills then to you.

He attempted to grab them, but you closed your hand making him grumble, "I'm fine where I'm at," he grumbled for the umpteenth time.

"Choke," you wished, tossing them at him.

He wheezed out a broken laugh, making you almost regret your request, "if you insist," he smirked, watching you scramble to the edge of the bed, reaching for the medicine.

He pulled away.

Of course.

Your knee slipped beneath his as you climbed on top of him, sitting on his thigh, the other leg propped up beside you. "Finally, some urgent care," he leaned forward, abs crunching beneath your hand pinning his waist down.

"Not that kinda rodeo," you insisted, slipping your fingers over the crevice of his shoulders, squeezing them, pinching at his collarbone.

His brows unfurled, loosening at the feel of your attentive touch working over some tense spots.

Once you got him mellowed out you scooted off his lap, settling beside him, running your fingers through his hair.

You would've made tea, or got an him an ice pack, but his body temperature was so out of wack he may not be able to handle anymore chemical changes.

When you were done your fingers found their way through his hair, sweeping it back from over his eyes, combing it back, giving his scalp a nice scratch the had his head tilting over your shoulder.

He huffed against you, defeated the simple act had tamed him considerably.

"This all you wanted? Just a little loving?" He opened his eyes, cocking his head back, "Why are you talking to me like I'm a dog?"

"I think all partner talk was derived from talking to dogs," you concluded, shrugging it off.

You sat there for a while, acting out terrible scenarios of how talking to a partner could feel like treating/taming a dog.

While you were talking, you put the rooms trash to use, sifting through what you could reach from the bed.

And Rafe made a game of shooting balls of socks into his laundry bin.

"This feels poguey," he comments, leaning his head back against your lap with a genuine smile.

"Doesn't make it less fun," it just meant he wouldn't admit to anything that's happened in the last two hours.

His wrist flicked back, hurling the white socks towards the bin, landing beside it.

"Oh, big talk there," you winced, pinching his side.

"Alright, hotshot, let's see you make a basket," he challenged, looking up to you.

All was in good fun and while kisses may have been contagious you stuck to scratching his chin, placing your palm over his forehead and kissing the back of it for the time being.

Word count: 1402

A/n; I'm proud of this (hope I did this properly) tiny last minute editing.

Warnings; bad day, angst with a happy ending, Rafe being boyfriend material pet name (pretty girl) hurt x comfort

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Rafe Cameron, prideful, persistent, and above all punctual.

Admirable, aggravating.

When Rafe texted you and said he was coming by, you knew that meant 10 minutes max, before he would be knocking on your door.

You were paniced, reasonably so. You had just stepped out of what was supposed to be a relaxing shower, your skin pricked with goosebumps as the cold air hit your exposed skin.

10 minutes, and here you were debating if you wanted to respond or not, but anything was better than staying at that house any longer.

Love would not be enough restraint for you if you had to deal with another one of your family's feuds.

It soon hit you that time was ticking, your hands tossing your phone into the pile of pajamas you were in earlier as you quickly got to work dying yourself off.

As soon as he approached the porch you appeared in the doorway, a soft smile tugged at his lips seeing you standing there.

Hips leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, and your beautiful face staring expectantly into the distance.

Even still he walked up the creaky steps, hands open to relieve you, but when you remained planted, eyesight shifting towards his polo, the closed collar underlining his broad chest, and muscles caught your gaze.

He countered the hug within distance, slugging an arm around your shoulder, he leaned down, pressing his cold lips against your heated skin, causing your cheeks to bubble, lips pursing in a supressed smile. "Missed me didn't you?" He cooed, the keychain circling his index jiggled, the tip of his finger teasing the underside of your jaw.

You stiffened at the action, taking the first step forward, muttering a quiet 'sure'.

"Ahha," he chuckled dryly, following your lead.

Even if you didn't share the enthusiasm he was happy to see you.

You approached the car, Rafe cutting you off mid step to pull back the handle, the dark paint job facing you now as you scoffed playfully circling the door.

"After you milady," You rolled your eyes at his antics, kicking one foot into the car, the other followed by your chin pressing sharply into your chest as you ducked the roof of the car, settling side.

You wiggled in your seat, immediately reaching for the seatbelt, pulling it smoothly across your chest.

You let out a breath you were holding. Had it got stuck or you couldn't adjust it just right and you had to wrestle it, you'd scrap the whole car. Even if it wasn't yours, you were especially fragile right now.

Rafe got in the driver’s side, the engine roared to life at the twist of his hand, a triumphant grin crossed his face, his nose scrunching as he did so, looking at you excitedly.

Would it be rude to ask why he was so...energetic...today?

The answer?

He saw it.

Through his tinted shades currently sitting in his cupholder.

The attitude in your body language, the shift of weight from one leg to the other, the strain in your formerly guarded form, the unhappiness in your features, and especially the wrinkles siding beside the corner of your eyes. They weren't from smiles, but from heavy glaring.

And smiles would be evident in the way your cheeks pigmented a visible tone after long periods of laughter, and how puffy the corners of your mouth got.

It didn't at all sound attractive when he brought it up to you, but he explained his admiration for your joyous nature, and how when you smiled you smiled big.

And despite your objection in his words, your lips wavered, peeling back into the corners of your face, showing him just what he thought to be true.

"Did you..." You paused, his attention immediately turning on you. "Have you been hanging around Barry again?" Was the only respectful way you could ask.

He didn't take offense, instead braced his hands against the steering wheel, "No," he drew out, putting the car in reverse.

You nodded, awkwardly placing your hands in your lap.

At first being home free helped. Something about the drive around, loud music, and sea salt in the air had made you forget the knot swelling inside various places.

Just as progress was made a flip switched.

It was the song playing on the radio. Something you didn't care to remember because you felt it.

Those sick, unwell feelings form in the pit of your stomach at the words, and now more than ever a raw intensity pulling within you drawing you back to a place of anger.

A place of hurt.

Rafe noticed at first, it was subtle. The head nodding, rolling your eyes as he turned the volume up. He paid attention.

He knew these.

He knew you.

Then a couple miles down, you were singing along, looking as you did do, but he could feel you loosening up.

But just as fast as it appeared it stopped.

He turned the music down, hoping you would continue, but you didn't.

Back to silent nodding and now something else. Your eyes. They were blinking... rapidly.

Now he knew something was up. Something heavy.

Little did he know the events of the morning lingered a dense electric gray over your head, and rain would soon pour from your clouded irises.

"Did something happen? You're all sad and,"

"And shit," you responded, tilting your head back.

"Yeah... all sad and...shit," as you had not so eloquently put it.

"It's nothing," by now it was everything.

"That doesn't sound right," he countered, his foot applied pressure towards the break, the wind breaking acceleration had decreased to the speed limit at best.

And you held back a couple of tears, but that didn't stop strays, warm against your skin. You could feel a burning in the top of your nose, and a climbing temperature around your ears indicating you were about to cry.

"Do you want to talk about it? I can listen," he offered.

You simply sniffled, you palmed up, roughly pushing against your skin, wiping tears. "Do you even know where we're going? We've passed that same park like three times," you said referring to the open field with 101 benches placed too close together.

Sometimes your deflection could be ignoring his question, answering vaguely, or in this case, insulting his navagation skills.

"No, no," he played along, "That's the country club, it's got an expansion, pretty much every road has a view of it."

That actually makes sense now.

Still.

He continued to examine you, your body language.

It was just as tense as before, if not more.

Your little breakdown had only gone on for a quick minute and then you were back to being stone.

If only he could turn you into statue.

Unlike your earlier suggestion before you the dizzy world had slowed and vision returned.

Not before the sight of a concerned smile, his hand parked over the steering wheel, the other resting on the armrest, his torso twisted to meet you.

This time he didn't try to convince you, he let his sad, pretty eyes manipulate you into a sharing state.

"It's just not my day today," you confessed, a little bob in your head confirming that.

"Well, we can change that," his ringed fingers found there ways rubbing against your salted skin swiping tears.

He leaned forward, his lips pressing to your cheekbone, lingering over your skin, the edge of his nose rubbing up the bridge of yours, traveling kisses planted on you in various spots.

He made it to your hair, letting out a hum, tilting his head against yours, making himself level with you, you looked up through your eyelashes to find his comforting gaze on you already, promising better.

Amist the intimate gesture he leaned into it, his elbow honking against the wheel, a bold whistle vibrated through the car, making you jump.

You felt his long lashes tickle your cheek, an embarrassed sigh left him, his forehead still pressed against your face.

And while he thought the accidental honking had ruined the slow, intimate vibe, it tickled you.

His reaction of resignation and reserveness had made it better, and you couldn't hide the smile on your face, the peaks of your teeth peering through and a hearty laugh escaping you.

Rafe carefully kissed your jaw once more, slipping back into his seat, both hands holding the seatbelt at the chest, as he was still fixated on you.

You were smiling.

Rafe made a face, to which he followed up with "there she is," and the mellowness of his tone was enough to make you melt.

"There's my pretty girl."

Last two are SERIOUSLY debatable, but peoples choice, so choose wisely.

The Winter Recital

A/n; this was so rushed, I am so sorry, I tried

Warnings; fluff?

"How do we plan three weeks in advance, and you're still unprepared?" Rafe grumbled, watching you toss through your closet. "In my defense," you didn't miss his teasing glare, daring you to justify it," a lot can change in three weeks."

You are headed up to St. George in Bermuda for the holidays, exquisite, isn't it?

Kildare had a history of celebrating Christmas, but their more glamorous festivities are usually around summer and spring.

Not that you minded, but this was you and Rafe's 2nd Christmas together. And it had to be nothing like the last one."I'll buy you something when we get there, if we can get there," Rafe offered, tugging you out of your closet.

It's just nerves. He was also escaping his family for the holidays.At least until New Years. Somehow, Rafe had managed to get you out the front door and out to the dock where your ride awaited. You skipped ahead, now your turn to urge your boyfriend along.

"Cool your jets," he was being weighed down by the luggage you wanted to bring. The only thing of his he carried was his wallet. Lord knows he would need it. Especially when you had wanted to double the 20% tip he was already leaving the driver. The cabin was quaint and festive, ribbons tied above the door and looped throughout the staircase in bright green and scarlet. It smelt of pine and cinnamon as you were led through the house, admiring the decor as you did.

It was so homey, and Rafe knew it was perfect when you disappeared up the stairs, leaving him to haul your luggage through the doorway. "I'm never going back home" was your official declaration. And that wasn't even the best part. Amist raiding the insanely sweet hygiene products, in the bedside the you found a holiday card for the guests of cabin 8, "Rafe," You called, hearing his hurried steps, you chuckled to yourself, flipping the card over. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, everything is perfect," you handed over the card, watching a defeated sigh leave his lips, but a look of curiousity flash as he skimmed over it's contents.

"Okay? It's just a welcome card." Just a welcome card? "It's scented," you snatched it back scratching at the back, your dull nails denting the card, rather then the patch.Rafe sighs, tossing you his keys which you fumbled but then caught.

"Why did you bring these?" "That's what you're worried about? They're my house keys, they were coming with me even if we went to the North Pole." There was his Christmas spirit.You shrugged at the point, racing the keys over the card, bringing it up to your nose, inhaling deeply. He simply watched, a slight scrunch in his nose, watching you cuddled paper.

"It can't be that good," he grumbled, stepping forward to be met with your shoulder as you turned away.

"It's better than your cologne," you teased, to which his smile sank into a pout, "you love my cologne," "Yeah, but..." You drew out, another long, excessive inhale, "This is my new favorite." The parchment was ripped from your face, folded half heartedly, "enough of that," he hummed, tucking the card into his pocket.

"Don't be sad," he wrapped his massive arms around you, rendering yours to your side, his heavy head falling against your squared shoulder.

You tried to shake him off, managing a slight twist before giving up. You were only getting out if he let you out.And strangely enough he did.Something replaced the warmth of the scented card, something stronger, muskier and thick. Rafe's cologne. "Now I smell like you," "and you love it," he argued.

The night went on like that, playful banter, and gentle affections, eventually you crashed in the living room by the the brick fireplace.Rafe wandered down the steps in a low hanging towel, another working at his wet hair, his attention landed on your curled up form on the couch. You're resting in front of your unopenned briefcases splayed out on the fur rug.

To his surprise you were in one of his flannel curled up against the velvet couch.

"You packed three suitcase just to wear my clothes?" he scoffed playfully, picking up a shirt of the floor. The next morning you two woke up snug on the couch, your head in Rafe's lap and his arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey," he gently whispered nudging your shoulder, "Merry Christmas," his lips ghosted over the she'll of your ear.

Your elbow jerked into his stomach instinctively, earning a groan into your ear. He leaned back scooting against the couch, resting his head against the pillows.

Don't worry, he's was gleefully dancing around the kitchen to some old vinyl you found, and making hot chocolate late into the day.

And it wasn't all bad, you took a walk around the town, visiting stations, and you spent time in the store spending Rafe's money.

At that point he had trade you his wallet so he could carry all of your bags.

You returned back to your cabin after all of that and crashed to watch some holiday movie waiting for nightfall.

When it did you asked Rafe to help you pick an outfit to which he kept responding "you look great in anything."

It was frustrating as it was flattering.

You ultimately ended up with fur coat, (Rafe's) and a sweater dress with wool leggings, just in case it gets cold. And it does, but it also snows, Rafe's hand holding yours as you walk side by side, your other hand smearing it from every availabe surface.

You go out, party, dance, but your favorite part of the night was the couple's cooking contest. To participate in your favorite tradition of the night, and to also be with the one you love unlike last year.

Now the cooking was slightly over cooked, but it looked pretty. You didn't win, but you had fun. You did however get voted for best chemistry, earning you a wreath around your neck, wrapped in ornaments, chesnuts and a classic mistletoe.

"You owe me a kiss," Rafe teased, to which you scoffed, nudging his shoulder.

"Under the mistletoe, remember?"

Rafe grumbled beneath his breath, his hand reaching for your arm, "What're you doing?" you asked, feeling him squeeze your elbow.

"Mistletoe, remember?" He carefully picked you up, you squealed your feet leaving the ground.

Still, you attempted to balance yourself against his shoulders, resting your arms, his hand wrapped around your waist, the other sliding up your back, guiding your head down to his.

And you share a gentle kiss, his lips cool against yours, and your tension melts, allowing you to soften in his grasp. He smiles against your lips, letting out a breath of cold air, "ready to take this back to the cabin?" You nodded against him, leaning back in.

A winter recital

(Rafe Christmas special)

Posting tomorrow

A/n hopefully you enjoy it and happy holiday🎄

in the meantime

See You Later Daddy~Rafe Cameron

WARRING:Cussing,Daddy Kink,P-IN-V Sex, unprotected sex

(wrap it before you tap it😉)

Rafe’s getting ready to leave and go hang out with Topper and Kelce. I don’t want him to leave, and I know just the trick to get him to stay home.

“Do you have to go?" I whine, holding on to Rafe as he tries to get dressed.

"Yes, I do. Now let go so I can get ready.” Rafe chuckles, trying to get me off.

"Whatever,” I scoffed, walking away only to feel a harsh slap on my ass.

“Lose the attitude.” Rafe chuckled

I’m sitting on my phone scrolling through Instagram when Rafe walks out of the bathroom, all dressed, heading straight towards me.

"Alright, I’m leaving. I love you.” Rafe leans in, trying to get me a kiss, but I dodge him.

"Uh, uh, don’t do that. Give me a kiss.” Rafe leans in, but I keep dodging him, laughing.

“GIVE ME A KISS!” Rafe yelled, grabbing me.

“No.” I laughed, trying to escape him.

“Don’t be a brat.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing my face and placing a rough, wet kiss on my lips.

“I don’t want you to leave.” I pout, crossing my arms.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He placed another kiss on my lips, softer this time.

I just sit back, watching Rafe walk towards the door, already knowing how I’m going to get him to stay.

"Alright, see you later, daddy.” I smiled watching him walk out. My smile turns into a smirk when I see the door open back up.

“What did you just say?” He asked, walking back in

"Nothing.” I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay, I love you.” He looked at me suspiciously as I walked out.

“I love you too, daddy.” I smirked at seeing him walk back in.

“You know exactly what you’ve doing.” Rafe smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrugged.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?" I look at my phone, trying to ignore Rafe, who was walking towards me with the stupid, sexy smirk of his.

"Mmhh, what did you say?" He smirks, getting in my face.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Toppers probably wonder where you’re at.” I lean back so he isn’t in my face.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, taking off his shirt.

"Bye, see you later.” I look back at my phone.

“You’re going to see me later when you turn back around.” Rafe smirked, unbuckling his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

“RAFE.” I squeal when Rafe grabs me by my ankle, dragging me to the end of the bed.

“You think I’m stupid; you know exactly what you were doing.” Rafe smirked, grabbing my phone out of my hand and tossing in at the top of the bed.

Threading your fingers through his soft blonde hair, your eyes fluttered closed as he stroked from your ankles with both his hands, up towards your knee and to your inner thighs.

Only before dragging them back down again. Rafe pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther before dragging his lips back down.

His lips press against your ankles and your knees. He's teasing you, and you know it.

“Please don’t tease me.” I begged

Rafe licked a flat stripe up your pussy before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Rafe continued to lick at you. His tongue was swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.

Rafe hummed against you, slipping two fingers into you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Rafe was good at eating you out; he knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it.

“You like that, baby?” Rafe asked, curling his fingers and instantly hitting that soft spot in you.

"Yes, god, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I moaned, warping my hands in his hair to push him back down.

“Yeah, you're going to cum, baby."

"Yes, Rafe, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moan, but right before I could, Rafe instantly stopped pumping his fingers, removing all contact from me.

"No, no, no, what the fuck, Rafe?" I was literally about to sob.

"Uh, uh, not yet.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing me and flipping me on my stomach.

”I told you you would be seeing me later when you turned back around. Rafe instantly propped me up on my knees, pushing me down in the middle of my back with my ass in the air.

"Rafe,” I moaned when he slid in, instantly thrusting slowly.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you.

"Please, Rafe, stop teasing me.” I whined

“That’s not my name." Rafe smacks my ass, speeding up a little.

“What’s my name, baby?” Rafe wraps his arms around my throat, pulling me onto my knees as my back collides with his chest.

“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” I whimpered.

“Oh god, Daddy, faster.” I moan when his pace speeds up.

Pushing myself backwards, I met his rhythm as he drilled into me, his balls slapping against my skin as he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go with every aggressive thrust.

I could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of my walls, my trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.

"So hot and tight." Rafe groaned, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe.

mouth begging for relief, but your body demanded more. "I can feel how close you are." His words had my inner walls clenching and my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.

Rafe’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit, and a choked sound leaves me as my body shakes.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me.” Rafe groaned, pushing me flat on my stomach.

“Oh god, Rafe, oh God.”

I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we're both spent and fighting to catch our breath.

We’re both quiet, trying to catch our breaths, when Rafe’s phone starts ringing.

“It’s Topper.”

3AM~Rafe Cameron

WARRING:Cussing,Fingering

I let out a sigh as I closed the front door. I slid my heels off quietly and gently sat my purse on the counter, only grabbing my phone. I got a quick look at the stovetop, and the time was 3:29 a.m.

oh shit.

I tip-toed up the stairs, being as quiet as I could. I finally walked to our bedroom and peeked the door open. Once I felt like it was safe, I stepped in. I quickly turned around and closed the door. I let out a relieved sigh and tossed my head back.

"Where have you been?"

I jumped at the voice and looked over to our bed. Fuck, I've been caught.

"I was out with the girls, like I told you." I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at him, watching as he slowly stood up and walked towards me.

"It's 3 in the morning. Where have you been?" he asked again.

"Why do I have to tell you?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What time did I tell you to come back, 11 right. It's 3; you were out doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. and you're drunk, I can smell it." Rafe scoffed.

Shit, there's no getting out of this.

"First of all, I'm not drunk." I scoffed.

"Watch your tone with me," he said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.

"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. I whimpered as his grip tightened.

"I was at a party," I signed.

"Now you're not going anywhere else since you want to lie and shit, understand?" He tilted his head.

"y-yes"

"Great, now go get in the shower. You smell like alcohol," he smirked, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, standing up straight. I sighed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.

Tossing on one of Rafe's t-shirts that went past my knees, I walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Rafe was still awake, but I think he's mad. Hmm, let's see. I gently slid his phone out of his hand and clicked it off.

"Stop looking like you want to kill me." I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over his lips.

"Stop doing stupid shit that makes me want to kill you." He rolled his eyes, kissing my thumb and sliding his hands under my shirt.

"I'm sorry." I removed my hand and pecked his lips. He smiled at me and flipped us over. I guess he's not mad.

I felt him slide his hand down my body before dragging his hand up to his lips and spitting on his fingers before placing them straight onto my heat, causing me to jump.

I placed my hand in his hair griping and pulling it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Oh god, Rafe, please.” I moan as he speeds up.

As soon as I started to get closer, he smirked, suddenly stopping his movement and pulling my shirt back down.

"What the fuck, Rafe?"

"Your drunk, shut up," he cut me off, laying back in his spot.

"You’re such a piece of shit." I glared at him.

"Mhm, goodnight, babe," he yawned, leaning over and turning the lights off.

my corpse friend

pairing: rafe cameron x humanexperiment!reader

summary: after the death of his father, rose taking wheeze with her and sarah not even acknowledging his existence, a sad and lonely but prideful rafe decides to use his money to finance the project of a young and ambitious scientist who assures he can built him the perfect life partner.

warnings: mdni! mention of death, and human corpses used for experimentation. justified physical description of reader (reader not feeling comfortable in her own body is an important part of the story). past trauma. reader hating everything about herself. suicidal thoughts. taking the people pleasing too far. emotional dependency. mention of blood and several other body fluids. not scientifically accurate as the heart and brain are used as a metaphor of human behavior. some could consider this includes necrophiliac tendencies (her body is synthetic but her vital organs and other internal systems are from death people). sexual content. p in v. dubcon. creampie. corruption kink. soft dom rafe. emotional violence. cheating. not happy ending.

dead dove🕊️ the insanely long paragraph of tws is there for a reason, prioritize yourself.

word count: 1637

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ love me an unreliable narrator.

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For as long as Rafe can remember, Tanyhill had never been a particularly warm place for him. It was too big for five people and they barely got to see each other's faces once a day for a couple of seconds if they were lucky enough to run into each other while attending to their own matters.

Now? His father was dead, his sister Sarah was living with the pogues and hated his guts enough to ignore his presence every time they happened to be in the same place and his stepmother had taken their baby sister away from them both, not even letting them talk to her on the phone.

He had this big empire for himself and yet he never felt so small, Tanyhill was colder than ever making him feel like he was going to drown in its suffocating walls, like he could die anytime and no one will even know until the smell of his rotting flesh was unbearable enough. He was alone everywhere he went and the worst part was the silence. No more Ward yelling at him. No more Rose's scheming against his back. No more... But that also meant no more Wheeze running around and messing with him... No more Sarah's laugh. Oh how he missed it even though he will never say it out loud.

When he was on the verge of throwing himself in front of a car he had a revelation, the answer to all his problems was sitting in front of him in the form of a not so reliable website he got redirected to while watching some shady porn. At first he thought it was a joke. What he read couldn't be true, right? It had to be just a dumb guy with nothing better to do than creating links with stuff he thought about while getting high but the whole idea had caught his eye somehow making him follow the steps to get more information about it.

Looking for more information led him to another website that seemed more legit and an email. Next day he hired some people to dig into it and find if the whole thing was real, feeling like a complete idiot for even giving it the benefit of doubt. The first couple of days all contact was between his team and this so-called doctor but after making sure the project was real and looking for a patron he agreed to a meeting.

Doctor Harris was a strange man, his words were too intricate most of the time and he always seemed too anxious which didn't give Rafe a good first impression but after a tour around the lab watching all the others working there in those weird machines he was a little more convinced. The main charge explained that the project had started as to build a simple android to help with the house but he always thought they could do much more than that and after a couple of years of more deep investigation he found his purpose when he discovered the possibility of bringing back a dead body, he tested his theory with small things like rats and bunnies and puppies and kept going bigger and bigger.

Harris thought that if he could bring back a human being with the due technical alterations he would not only create another monotone android housekeeper but a real living thing with the capacity of sensing and feeling both physically and emotionally taking a huge step for science.

There for a moment Rafe thought he could just go back home and try to be a better man and apologize to try and win back his real family saving himself the waste of a lot of time and money in case that this was to go wrong. But who was he trying to fool? His pride will never allow that so with still a little bit of scepticism but not much to lose he accepted the deal and started the paperwork to finance the project with the condition of getting the very first one for himself.

The first month was entertaining, he spent hours designing her, every part of her body exactly as he liked them, even the wig that will be conditioned to be her hair was going to be made of his favorite shade of real silky hair. The process was alarmingly frivolous but he didn't seem to care or even realize it and he sat for weeks customizing her like his own human sized doll, her height and the colour of her eyes and skin, then it came the turn of her essence.

That wasn't necessarily planned by the doctor but as soon as Rafe's ears heard him say the corpse inside her fake skin was an important part to dictate who she would be and what she would feel he knew he had to carefully pick each one of them. Between the profiles he got offered for the brain he chose a devoted housewife who died in childbirth, he would need that kind of dedication and submission, a tamed good girl to take care of him. But for the brain... he knew he needed more than what they were offering him.

As always his money and connections ended up showing their worth and with the right amount of blackmail and numbers in a check he got the heart of a girl he meet in college who he knew was stupidly in love with him, he remembered rejecting her a thousand times in the worst ways, he didn't liked her at all but she still stayed close to him bringing him lunch every day and doing his schoolwork like that would ever win him over until he dropped out of school. A couple of months later he heard she had died in a car accident and he never thought that would become useful information after all this time but if he wanted the perfect girl he would need the heart of someone like that, that devotion in pleasing him and only him but this time in a body he enjoyed.

After a little more than a year he was growing impatient, the nightstands were boring him and his friends were just every day more and more annoying. But then suddenly the day came.

Doctor Harris called him to his lab to pick her up and after doing all the paperwork confirming the specimen was being given to its owner he was directed to a waiting room where she will meet him after making her a recorded interview to finish with the documentation of the process of her creation. He only waited for twenty minutes but after all this time it felt like an eternity.

“Rafe?” he had his face buried in his hands when her voice dragged her back to reality.

There she was standing in front of him in the dress he had sent them to prepare her for him, there was only one word to describe what he was seeing. Perfection. She was exactly as he had imagined her, every single inch… she was the perfect girl for him.

“Hey…” he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say but he took a couple of steps closer to her enjoying the way his body towered hers, her beautiful innocent doe eyes looked up at him as if she was in front of the octave wonder.

“I want to go home... please” she said in the most soothing voice he had ever heard before and he knew right there.

She was perfect… and she was his.

She was frightened...

Only five days ago she woke up in this world for the very first time. Confused and with thousands of questions pounding inside her as she looked around to that neverending white, white walls, white curtains, white sheets, white coats and hats covering what she believed to be people who surrounded her pinching her with needles and other strange artefacts. People who filmed her and whispered to one another as if she was some attraction to be scrutinized.

They tested her for hours non stop until she passed out exhausted and probably even after that. Then the fifth day came and when she thought things couldn't get worse after all that physical exploitation she got to know what was truly terrifying, human emotion. They gave her a name, clothes and even styled her hair without a single chance to get a say in the matter. Doctor Harris sat with her and explained every detail about her creation and she could only sit there and listen to this stranger tell her how he had built her. Her heart was beating fast and she felt like she could throw it up at any second but the doctor's eyes were shining the way a father's would when he admired his baby daughter.

Rafe. That was the name the doctor gave her whennahe asked why she was there, she had been made just for him and he was supposed to be the love of her life but no one could have ever prepared her for the moment when she met him. The second she laid eyes on her something shifted inside her. His face, the look in his eyes made her chest feel warm but at the same time her hands started to shake and only one thought came to her.

He is going to hurt me.

She remembered lobe hurt. She had no memories of her previous life but somehow she knew she had been through this before. She knew love was painful… lethal.

“I want to go home… please” she was fighting back tears, there was no place to call home for her but she wanted to find it. But what she wanted the most was to be far away from him.

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my corpse friend

pairing: rafe cameron x humanexperiment!reader

summary: after the death of his father, rose taking wheeze with her and sarah not even acknowledging his existence, a sad and lonely but prideful rafe decides to use his money to finance the project of a young and ambitious scientist who assures he can built him the perfect life partner.

warnings: +18 mdni! mention of death, and human corpses used for experimentation. justified physical description of reader (reader not feeling comfortable in her own body is an important part of the story). past trauma. reader hating everything about herself. suicidal thoughts. taking the people pleasing too far. emotional dependency. mention of blood and several other body fluids. not scientifically accurate as the heart and brain are used as a metaphor of human behavior. some could consider this includes necrophiliac tendencies (her body is synthetic but her vital organs and other internal systems are from death people). sexual content. p in v. dubcon. creampie. corruption kink. soft dom rafe. emotional violence. cheating. not happy ending.

dead dove🕊️ the insanely long paragraph of tws is there for a reason, prioritize yourself.

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ so this was supposed to be a silly creepy self indulgent one shot but i got carried away. now this became my way to deal with my stuff in a multiple part fic. i'm so getting locked up for this one.

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my corpse friend

my corpse girlfriend

my corpse burden

my real girlfriend

my corpse

i just came up with the weirdest idea for a rafe x reader fic but i've slept like five hours in the last three days (probably the reason for this creepy idea)

now i have to decide if i should go to bed and hope to have this same level of inspiration tomorrow or just drink yet another coffee and start writing