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EX HUSBAND RAFE HEADCANONS !!
ex-husband!rafe will continuously come to your house telling you it's only to check up on your baby girl
ex-husband!rafe will catch himself calling you sweetheart and honey, and them stop himself before it gets out of hand, iching his head and tilting his head in that endearing way
ex-husband!rafe is in tune with your cycle, and you swear the man knows the exact day to send you chocolate and sweet things to handle your sweet tooth
ex-husband!rafe will sleep on the couch with a sheepish smile, but then will soon later join you in your bed, cradling you in the way that made your breath catch whispering "what's the master bed for then, huh?"
ex-husband!rafe will know everything about your dating life/borderline which may seen creepy but somehow you know it's for your health and somehow you understand it all
ex-husband!rafe will let the goddamn pretentious expensive preschool know that his daughter is worth the world and the last thing they want to do is piss the cameron's off
ex-husband!rafe would find himself desperately cracking an inside in an attempt to reminisce about times before your split
ex-husband!rafe will still introduce you as his wife in business outings, a sharp smile on his face while his hand wanders possessively low at the small part of your back, and sometimes you liked how he took stake of what was his
ex-husband!rafe would always attend school events for their daughter, cheering their daughter at the soccer match, and making decisions over coffee
ex-husband!rafe would have you a new bouquet every single time he comes to your house- almost as if to make up for every single one he didn't give you when the two of you were together
ex-husband!rafe still glances at you in that way where dull sparks travel up into your heart, and you feel the testament of time and the feeling that you would never forget the imprint he has on your mind
ex-husband!rafe always complements you, and sometimes he kisses your forehead, and when you're crying too hard he bundles you in his arms and tells you everything
ex-husband!rafe watches cheesy romance movies with you, both of your legs entwined, and he watches you during those rom coms all teary eyed and telling him it was the best time for romance
ex-husband!rafe lets you know everything that happens in his life, if it's for a little chat or a ride in his car- and his car? he still drives you everywhere. who knows the types of sickos there are in the world? that's what he says to say as he rants furiously
ex-husband!rafe is still the first emergency contact in your phone, and when you get in trouble - he's running to you, arms open to cradle you in his warmth. he always knows how to handle the situation
ex-husband!rafe starts baking for you, and sometimes he leaves a few cupcakes or muffins every single he comes. at this point you feel the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him every single time he cheekily leaves more loafs of bread for you
ex-husband!rafe loves your daughter and you to the moon and back, and he calls the two of you, "his girls," and you swear sometimes you feel your heart break when you see the wary look on his face
ex-husband!rafe always avoids the question regarding why you split up, because he sees the way hot tears well up in your eyes, and the way your hands shake underneath the table and the last time a bastard asked that question--rafe almost punched him in the eye
ex-husband!rafe curses himself every single day for signing those papers and letting the best goddamn thing he ever had go.
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18+ Thinking about the Rafe’s receiving a blowjob from reader
a/n: sorry this was longer then expected, I was def picturing reader as me 😭
Season One Rafe, god, you don't know why you asked him. You two were at a kook party (you were out of your element). He said he got some Mary Jane. When you asked if he had anything stronger, he pulled out a small white baggy filled with a white substance. He calls it yayo.
When you reached for the tiny bag, he drew his hand back, talking out the side of his mouth, which his blunt didn't reside on, asking you, "what the fuck are you going to do for me?"
He could tell by your bronzy sun tan and too scruffed-up shoes that you were from the cut, so he knew you wouldn't have the money; that's why he also raised the price on his drugs as soon as he saw you approach him.
You were the one to offer up the BJ, which was an offer Rafe couldn't decline. It'd be so sinister to him: getting a blow job from a pogue? Your pogue lips on his kook cock? Fucking disgusting yet appealing.
After the deed is done and you both get what you want, Rafe's telling all his kook friends about how he'd let you blow him just for a bag of coke and telling them how much of a slut you are.
"And I told her," He tells Kelce. "I would have given the bag to her for a buck, but the bitch just wanted my dick so bad."
Season Two this is a hottake, but I totally can see season two Rafe hiring a sex worker to give him a blow job. I mean, the boy's family is in complete disarray; he has no friends (besides Berry?), and he has blood dripping down from his nose to his chin (I'm talking about the one GIF of him, you know, the one). He needs to blow off some steam.
He sits and waits outside the local strip club. He waits until midnight when the strip club is closed, and some of the girls who strip during the day also trick at night.
He sees you standing in the corner with ripped fishnet stockings and a stubbed cigarette between your fingers. He rolls over to you with a wad of cash already in his hand. You hop into his car, and right then, he tells you to suck it now.
Poor girl, for the next thirty minutes, you'd have to endure Rafe's constant head pushing, the sounds of your gurgling and gagging around his cock, and his dirty mouth telling you:
"Take it, you can take it, can't you? Don't you do this to men for a living? Take it, you slut." : (
Season Three I don't think Rafe would particularly ask you for a blow job. I mean, yeah, he loves them, but I wholeheartedly believe that in season three, Rafe is a pussy eater. But he'd only eat your pussy out of necessity.
He needs an alibi for the night the cross was stolen; he was at home eating his girl out, your honor.
You find out he stole and melted the Pogue's cross, you yell at him for how villainess that was, he guilt trips you on how he doesn't know any better, then he distracts you by eating you out.
He doesn't want you (his first actual girlfriend) to see how everyone else sees him on Kildare Island, so he's laying your body supine on your shared bed, making love to your little clit, and eating your pussy like he's a starved man.
#fem reader#fanfiction#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#the boy is mine#the outer banks#drew starkey#rafe cameron headcanons#rafe outer banks#Rafe Cameron smut#rafe cameron x you#outer banks fanfic
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18+ Inspired by this porn link
A/N: not proofread, writing this on my phone because I’m too lazy to get my laptop 😔
Imagine you and Rafe being that one couple in the obx with a large following on onlyfans. Of course, no one would know it was you guys in particular—you both never showed your faces—though some people (like your closest friends) had their speculations.
I can totally see you and Rafe falling into the exhibition porn category, because I know for a fact Rafe Cameron is an exhibitionist.
There was the video of you two fucking on the poolside at Tannyhill Manor. There was the video of him giving you back shots as you held on tightly to the railing of his balcony, and then there was the video of you cockwarming him on the beach during the hottest day of the summer.
The beach was packed with people surfing and sunbathing left and right, but there you sat on Rafe’s lap on a beach chair, filled to the brim with his delicious cock, a mixture of your combined juices spiraling down the supple flesh of your thighs, and the sheer excitement of getting caught. The cute little skirt that went with the bottoms of your bikini was barely long enough to cover your lips clinging to Rafe’s length but not long enough to cover the pool of cum and sweat sticking to your bodies; nothing could cover the sticky sopping sound your wet cunt made each time Rafe pushed up into you (this video was undoubtedly the one that got you two revenue—a whopping 1.2 million views).
And it wasn't like you and Rafe were doing this for money; he was the “kook king”, after all. You two were doing it just because you could.
#crookedteethed#fem reader#fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron#drew starkey#the outer banks#the obx#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron concepts#Rafe Cameron blurbs
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18+ saw this gif and I can't stop thinking about it being reader and Rafe <3 💕
A/N: tbh I might turn this into a full fic. Let me know if I should turn this into a full fic.
Your lips release a filthy, desperate moan as your manicured left-hand clutches the vinyl banister while your right-hand digs crescent-shaped marks into the nape of Rafe's neck.
You look down; between the flesh of your silken thighs lies no other than Rafe Cameron, ravishing in the sweet, sweet juices that ooze from your pussy.
Rafe mumbles something, perhaps a "shut up" or "You don't want to get us caught." Still, you gasps at the vibration of his voice and continue pushing his head towards your cunt, his tongue lapping and sucking at your little bundle of nerves in a desperate motion, just as desperate as the third moan that escapes from your lips.
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WINNER TAKES ALL-chapter 3
a/n: I had way too much fun with this chapter btw omfg. the reader is so unserious and i low key love it.
anyways<3
word count: 2508
CW: black fem! obsessive reader, black fem! reader, reader wants Coryo so bad, she's also a fatass hypocrite btw. reader flirts with Lucy Gray! Treech is so cute in this chapter.
You were on your way to the train station,satchel filled with food.
Mostly items you weren’t fond of eating,but food regardless.
It was early in the morning before classes and you were fixed on being the first to meet your tribute before anybody else. It was all planned out in your head. Treech would thank you for being so kind and of course you would drone on about how you’d do anything to get him out of the situation.
Lost in thought, you continue on and you almost miss the flash of red that brushes past you.
Your head snaps up,seeing Coriolanus waiting in front of the train. He had beaten you to your own idea,somehow.
You think about spinning around and leaving but Coriolanus had already spotted you.
“Y/N.” Coriolanus said. His blue eyes ran all over you. It made you shudder. “You aren’t wearing makeup today.” He stated.
Your bare face had been intentional. You figured it gave you the more down to earth look,more earnest.
You didn’t address him,rather your eyes moved to the white rose in his hand.
“And what do you hope to accomplish with that?” You said, gesturing to it.
Coriolanus’s lip lifted into a slight smirk. As if he’d already figured something out.
“The same reason you have that bag of leftovers.” He said.
You hummed in response. Turning back,you watched the trains pass,looking out for the one that would have your tribute on it.
“I see you’ve decided to copy me.” Coriolanus said mockingly.
Briefly, you considered shoving him in front of a passing train. It would attract too much attention, and your grandmother would be less than pleased.
“Or.” You said. You spared him a quick glance. His hair was annoyingly soft looking today.
“You lack the ability to create an original idea.” You said. Coriolanus scoffed at your suggestion.
“I assume Sejanus doesn’t know what you’re up to?” Coriolanus said. “I know you enjoy checking in with him.”
Maybe you would follow through with the train thing.
“Those tesserae buttons you wore on your shirt yesterday.” You said coolly. Coriolanus blinked at you in confusion.
“You said they reminded you of the maid's quarters,but I'm sure your cousin made them from the tile.” You said.
“I imagine there's not much need for a maid these days,or funds rather.”
Coriolanus’s face fell into a dark raged expression. The hand that gripped the rose shook.
You gave him a sickly sweet smile. Putting him in his place has always been the better part of your day.
If Coriolanus had a rebuttal,it had been cut off by the screeching sound of the train coming to a stop. The door of the train slid open. A boy stepped down,looking exhausted. You couldn’t remember his name or what district he was from.
You made a note to study up on that later. The boy helps carry down a small framed girl.
Chocolate brown hair. Rainbow dress. Lucy Gray Baird.
She was pretty,no doubt. She had large brown eyes that you thought put Sejanus’s to shame.
You watched as Coriolanus approached her, the two engaging in conversation. Boredom began to set in. Where was your tribute? This was taking entirely too long.
Your head tilts slightly as you watch Coriolanus give Lucy Gray a smile.
He was incredibly preformative.
Walking over to him,your eyes fixed on the small girl. Coriolanus shot you an alarmed look that you ignored.
“I was wondering when I'd get to see the songbird up close.” You said.Your eyes ran over the material of Lucy Gray’s dress. The rainbow pattern had most likely once been brilliant in color,but had since faded with time.
Lucy Gray gave you a confident smile. It was convincing. But you were sure she had become tense in your presence.
“Well here I am.” She said, hands accompanying her action in a showy fashion.
You took an immediate liking to her. Too bad she would be dead in a week's time.
“You have a beautiful voice.” You said. Your voice had grown lofty,almost flirty. You knew what you were doing. Coriolanus did his best to hide the annoyed expression on his face.
“Well aren’t you a sweetheart.” Lucy Gray said, her accented drawl was thick.
Yeah. She was a spectacle for sure.
“I’m sorry, didn’t catch your name?” She asked. Before you could answer Coriolanus cut you off,having more than enough of your antics.
“This is Y/N, she’s my classmate.” He said, trying to keep some level of calm.
Lucy Gray smiled in thought,eyes flitting between the two of you.
“Oh, I get it.” Lucy Gray said. “I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t run off with little ol’ me.”
The pleasantries immediately dropped from your face. You grew cold at the thought.
You’d sooner jump into the arena than be attached to him in such a way.
“No,classmate, like he said.” You said,tone flat. A tense silence settled between the three of you.
Coriolanus pulls Lucy Gray away from you, creating a distance. You found great satisfaction in his discomfort.
Suddenly, a pile of tributes toppled out of the train,being herded around by the peacekeepers.
Your eyes weeded through all the dirty tributes,looking for yours.
And there he was. His gray jacket was tattered and his hands were bruised. There was a girl by him,his district partner. Lamina,you think her name was.
A peacekeeper grabs Treech by the arm,ushering him to the next train. You walk up to the both of them,not sparing a glance to the white soldier.
“I need a minute.” You said. The peacekeeper didn’t argue. He knew who you were,they all did.
Treech wore a guarded expression as he analyzed you. You offered up the softest smile you could muster.
“They didn’t hurt you on the way here did they?” You asked gently. You spoke smoothly so as not to startle him.
“Why do you care?” Treech asked. He gave you a brief up and down,scowling deeper. With your academy uniform,it was overwhelmingly obvious that you were capitol.
Naturally,he hated you by default.
“Well I'm your mentor.” You said with an enthusiasm he did not match. Treech scoffed at this.
“So,you’re here to watch me die?” He said.
You’d do everything in your power to prevent that. You had to win.
“I’m here to help you win.” You said. Treech’s eyebrows furrowed,mulling over your words.
Seeing an opening,you took the liberty of stepping a little closer to him. Upon further inspection,he was rather handsome.
That’s good.
“I’m not actually supposed to be here.” You admitted. More peacekeepers were making their way to the trains. You didn’t have much time.
“But, I really wanted to see you.” You said Treech’s eyes widened slightly at the statement.
“Alright that's enough.” A peacekeeper shouted to the two of you. He dragged Treech away from you. Treech met your eyes as if there was something you could do.
“Be careful with him,asshole!” You shouted,for good measure of course.
All the tributes were roughly shuffled onto a train. You watched from a distance,arms crossed. You silently hoped that the reckless peacekeepers would spare your tribute's face,at the very least.
You looked down at the bag of food still slung over you. Honestly, you weren't sure when you would have the chance to give it to him.
Your attention turned to Coriolanus,who seemed deep in thought. You didn’t have to guess what he might’ve been thinking. Despite being disgusted by him,you knew him well.
He feels hopeless with the songbird as a tribute. Lucky for you.
You watched as he turned to the peacekeepers and then towards the train,contemplating. Then,he jumped into the open door of the train cart.
Unable to hide the shock on your face,you looked around to see if anyone had witnessed…well,his pure desperation.
Coriolanus wasn’t stupid and he didn’t jump onto that train for fun. He had a plan.
“Fuck.” You cursed. He was going to one up you,yet again. Against your sane judgment , you slip past the chaos of the peacekeepers and step into the train cart as well.
The cart was suffocating, but you swallowed the urge to step off. If he could do it then so could you.
“What?” Coriolanus said,voice cocky. “You’re following me around now?”
Well..you were. Among the urge to not be outdone,there was something else slowly boiling inside you.
Curiosity? No that wasn’t it.
“Are you two in the wrong cage?” A voice spoke. It was another tribute. You remembered his name. And how could you not? Reaper. Another wall on your path to victory.
You had no words for him. There was no denying it,you were scared shitless being surrounded by grimy district. The smell alone was enough to make you hurl.
Why did you come here again?
You shuffled awkwardly to the company of Lamina and Treech,standing between the two of them. You hid the bag of food between Treech’s body and your own. He looked down at it,and then to you.
“No,this cage is delightful.” Coriolanus said. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so focused on not shaking right now.
Reaper lunged at Coriolanus,pinning him to the wall.You half hoped he would kill Coriolanus. That would eliminate at least eighty percent of your issues.
You scooted a little closer to Treech. Maybe he’d take the hint that you were totally out of your comfort zone.
“Don’t rough him up too much,he’s my mentor.” Lucy Gray said. In your fear,you hadn’t even noticed she was sitting there. Her eyes caught yours as she raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Yeah.You couldn’t believe it either.
“What’s a mendor?” A small voice asked. The little girl from district eleven.
“A mentor.” Coriolanus corrected her. “And you all get one,like he does.” He gestured to you and Treech.
“So seven gets the pretty girl and twelve gets you,where’s ours?” Another voice asked.
“Just not inspired,I guess.” Lucy Gray said. You didn’t miss the discreet smirk Coriolanus sent her way.
Something about that irked you.
Suddenly, the door of the train opened. You and Coriolanus were tipped off the train alongside the other tributes. It was absolute mayhem, bodies slip and slid as the train shifted.
Unable to stand,you fell to the ground. You felt a hand grab yours,Treech.
You fought the urge to shriek as you were met with the hard ground. Slowly,you managed to stand up.
You were in the zoo. The place where tributes were kept until it was time to enter the arena.
You felt like dying.
Looking around,you spotted Coriolanus standing with Lucy Gray. Despite only meeting today,it didn’t escape your observation that they seemed to be close already.
That was annoying.
Through the bars,you notice Lucky Flickerman and his obnoxious camera’s already rolling. Every moment counted for you.
You walked over to Treech who was busy brushing the dust off of his ratty coat.
“Come with me.” You whispered to him,grabbing his hand. Treech made his attempts to pull away but you wouldn’t allow it.
“You want to win?” You asked,your eyes were laser focused on Coriolanus and Lucy Gray. They had the right idea,already making themselves known to the camera.
You would do one better. “They need to notice you.” You said.
Approaching the bar,you gave your most winning smile. Lucky noticed you,shock apparent in his eyes,but you knew he’d play along.
“And what a surprise,it seems Mr.Snow’s idea is quite infectious!” Lucky exclaimed. You fought against rolling your eyes. You were the one who arrived first to the train station after all.
“I can’t speak about my fellow classmates' motivation.” You spoke, Coriolanus eyed you down,not quite a glare, but he certainly wasn’t happy about it.
That made your smile grow slightly larger.
“I was especially eager to see my tribute up close.” You said. You made a big show of turning your attention to Treech,eyes wide with affection. You figured if someone like you made Treech seem so desirable, then maybe the audience would feel compelled to keep him alive.
Treech froze at your eye contact, seemingly stuck. It looked like you’d be the one doing all the work.
“I am very grateful for the opportunity to be working with district seven.” You said with an eagerness that made you want to cringe.
“You sir.” Lucky Flickerman gestured to Treech. You gripped his hand tighter.
“Treech”. He corrected hesitantly. Lucky blinked in surprise.
“Right..Treech trust me when I say you are very lucky to have Y/N as a mentor.” Lucky said.
“It's time to go.” A stern voice cut through. A couple of peacekeepers had come to spoil your fun.
One last thing. You needed to do something drastic.
You pushed the bag of food to Treech,placing it in his hands.
“This is for you,I won’t have you starve any longer, okay?” You said. There was no description on your end this time. You had no use for a weakened dog.
Treeches' eyes shifted to Lamina briefly,but you caught it anyway.
“Share with her if you’d like,there's more than enough.” You said.
A peacekeeper gripped your arm,ushering you to move.
One last thing. A spectacle.
Ensuring you were in square view of the cameras,you placed a kiss on Treech’s cheek before being dragged off by peacekeepers alongside Coriolanus.
You would never hear the end of it. And you were more than ready for the gossip.
The peacekeepers left you and Coriolanus alone in the halls of the train station. There was silence.
“I guess I severely underestimated how desperate you’d be.” Coriolanus snipped. If someone else had said it,maybe you’d rise above and let it be.
But Coriolanus always managed to bring out the absolute worst in you.
In one swift motion,you clutched his shirt in your hands and shoved him up against an adjacent wall.
“Stay out of my way,I won’t ask again.” You said. The two of your eyes locked intensely for a moment.
Coriolanus’s eyes clouded with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. And honestly,besides anger,you didn’t know how to address the other emotions boiling in you.
Coriolanus’s large hands softly brushed yours,grabbing them off of him. And you let him.
“I think I like you without makeup,makes you look innocent.” He said.
Coriolanus took a moment to move your braids off your shoulder before walking off.
That day, you realized a couple things.
Coriolanus would not in fact stay out of your way.
He found pleasure in irritating you.
Oh and one last thing.
All these factors made him ridiculously attractive to you.
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18+ Just a thought, but Eddie Munson would so be into anal sex.
You’d be lousily lying on the trailer's living room couch, drinking beer and staring at the box all day, but not wholly comprehending what you were watching, when Eddie asks you:
“You ever done anal before?”
You’ll have to remind Eddie that he has been the only guy you’ve ever been with, to which he replies with an “oh, yeah.” And a stale laugh.
Seconds, minutes, an hour goes by until Eddie'll ask you if it (anal) were something you would be interested in. You watch him peer at you from the other end of the couch.
He's temperature-checking you, making sure he isn't pushing it.
When you reply with a shrug, Eddie concludes that he, indeed, was pushing it.
Outside of sex, it'll be the little things Eddie would do to try to get you to do anal with him.
Like during his daily rants about new knowledge he acquired, he'd say to you:
"Did you know there's ancient greek text on the joys of anal sex? Dontcha' think that's kinda cool?" a cock to his head and a squint in his eyes.
or
"Y'know, the romans were obsessed with doing anal. The Romans created paintings and murals depicting it and even wrote stories about it too." He'd say calmly.
Or (his favorite one)
"If it weren't for the victorians sex-negativity, I don't think anal would be seen as sinister as it's portrayed. It's just like--it's intimate sex, y'know?" peering over at you again, seeing if you agreed.
(I'm not even going to mention the number of times he'd smack or rub your plump ass (behind closed doors and in public), mumbling to you how snug and tight you must feel inside.)
You'd also notice Eddie's change of preference when it came to sex positions, going from missionary all day every day to reverse cowgirl and doggy style (fucking you doggy style becomes Eddie's favorite, though).
Once during sex, Eddie's plowing into you while you're lying prone flat. You feel his spindly hands clasping around your waist. You begin to feel him lifting your lower half to where your ass now pressed to his pelvis.
He slips out of you. With One of his hands gripping the base of his cock and the other spreading one of your cheeks apart, He marvels at the sight of your engorged hole before he uses his pulsing red tip to rim around your tight ring of muscles.
Your body jumped, and a gasp escaped your lips at the unexpected feeling of his warm tip kissing your hole.
Eddie shushes you, moves the hair sticking to your face, and pecks you lightly on your cheek, whispering, "It's just me; there's nothing to be afraid of."
You melt at his undying placation and the fulfilling pressure in which Eddie's cock forcefully juts inside your tight arse.
Eddie doesn't go but an inch inside of you, but he instantly responds to your puckered hole squeezing his cock by spurting cum, because an inch was good enough for him.
After weeks of Eddie's constant badgering, you'd finally cave in and do anal with him. He'd be extra cautious, lapping your ass and his dick with many layers of lubrication before starting.
When Eddie fully sheathes inside of you, fuck, it's amazing for the both of you. It's an explosion of pleasure and sweet little pain.
(Honorable mention: I can vividly see Eddie bringing a brown baggy to school one day and suspiciously carrying it around, and you're all like, "What's in the bag?" Maybe it's during a passing period when Eddie meets you at your locker, cocky smile and all, throwing the bag at you. You catch it in your chest. Thinking it's pot or acid, you look in the bag in the small space of your locker. You're in utter shock when you see that the bag held neither pot nor acid but a cone-shaped metallic butt plug.
You'd look at Eddie in disbelief, wondering what would have possessed him to buy this for you, let alone bring it to school and carry it around. Eddie looks at you like he'd won the lottery, eyes wide, smile touching the corners of his eyelids.
"Isn't it amazing?" he says. "I figured we could use this for practice, to prep you for the real thing." )
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WOC p. links | r.c.
Warnings: 18+ literally porn, that's it. that's the warning. 💕
Worshipping Rafe's cock on a sunday night
Rafe’s little rabbit
Taking backshots from Ghostface!Rafe
Getting his cum all in your braces
Rafe fucking JJ's girl and filming it on snap
Rafe <3 eating you out
Breeding season
Frat!Rafe taking you slow in his dorm
Crying over Rafe's cock
Rafe taking his anger out on your tight hole
Rafe turns you into an anal pro
Worshipping Rafe's balls
Making love on the side of the road
First time doing anal
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Im coming to you as a woman…
Boyfriend reveal (real)
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Posts that's been sitting in my drafts, but I'm too lazy/uninspired to finish. 😭😭
Comment whichever one you're interested in reading so I can get some action going 😭😭 please, I'm begging!!
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imagine recording a sex tape with boyfriend!rafe 😮💨🤭 he'd be so smug about it too
i love your mind. i also think just the act of recording would make him slightly feral.
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honestly i think he’d be so mean about it. he’s already kind of a bully during sex and i think that you letting him record you both would drive it over the edge. he’d start off real nice, using one hand to record while teasing your clit with the other. making sure he’s capturing how pretty you look as you moan underneath him, he’d press harder. “gotta give the camera a show, huh? show me how much of a whore you are, letting me record you like this.” his voice dripping in lust and his eyes hungry as they bore into yours. all you can do is whine back at you as he slips two fingers inside of you to prove his point.
after you finish at least once on his hand, he switches it around so you can give him head. rafe has you sit there for a moment, dirty talking you as he slaps his tip against your lips. “such a fucking slut, kid. want everyone to see how well you swallow my dick?” as you put him into your mouth, he puts the phone down at an angle where you can still see anything and gathers your hair into one hand and starts thrusting into your mouth. “takin’ it so fuckin well. choking on this dick for daddy.” he grunts, giving a few harder thrusts before pulling out to let you breathe. he wipes the spit that’s fallen on your chin across your face, before slapping you twice. they aren’t necessarily hard hits but they’re just enough to put you in a daze as he shoves his cock back into your mouth.
he fucks into your throat at an animalistic pace, holding your head still with his hand as he grabs his phone again. you moan around him, brain hazy and dumb. “wanna say hi to the camera baby?” he says as he slows down, putting the camera closer to your face to capture the mess he’s made of you. lines of mascara have travelled down your cheeks with his cock still stuffed in your mouth and he swears you’ve never looked better. “c’mon kid, on the bed.” he demands, pulling out of your mouth and tapping your cheek gently. “needa fuck your pretty pussy.” he lines himself up with you, using one hand to lift your leg onto his shoulder and record as he teases his head along your slit.
“ ‘s fuckin wet. you like this shit huh? like it when i record you being a dumb slut?” he teases as he glides through your slit with ease. without warning, he pushes into you and starts pounding into you. you let out a loud moan, grabbing onto him. you can see him smirk slightly, grabbing onto your hip to give himself more leverage to reach deeper inside of you. as he hits deeper, your eyes get hazy and you squeeze them shut. practically panting as he drills in and out, you begin to clench around him. “f-fuck rafe, ‘m gonna cum! you’re so deep god.” you whine, too fucked out to care. “cum for me dollface. show me how good it feels.” he groans, his own release steadily approaching. you spasm around him, letting out pornagraphic moans your release gushing out of you as you clench down even tighter around him.
he finishes after you, painting your insides white as his hips stutter and slow to a stop. he slowly pulls out of you while pointing the camera towards your cunt to see his cum spill out of you. “fuck baby, look at you messy you are. letting me drip out like that.” he teases, using a finger to collect some and push it back inside of you. as your leg twitches from the stimulation, he pulls back out and puts it in your mouth allowing you to taste the mixture of both of your release. “that’s my girl, always so good f’me.” he praises, cutting the camera off and leaning down to kiss you. “such a good camwhore for daddy.”
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Heyy on your Rafe nsfw abcs you mentioned Rafe and r having a quickie at midsummers 😭 curious to know what all went down
Heyyy!! Thanks sm for the request, and I hope you enjoy the fic. <3
Warnings: 18+ semi-public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Jealous!Rafe, Possessive!Rafe, dub con(?) mentions of violence, angst, fem reader
(the post they're referring to: here )
Rafe liked the way the heel in your stilettos raised the ball of your foot. Streamlined and pointed, their shape is in line with the elegant leg-lengthening effect that they give you, causing you to appear much taller than you were.
The stilettos also had an effect that made you have a sudden flair of sexiness and confidence that (unbeknownst to you) had Rafe seething and wondering if you knew just what these effects had on not only Rafe but the other men attending Midsummers.
Rafe also liked the way your tight-fitted slip dress left little to imagine about your body in his mind. Though, he wished you had gone with the all-black thong instead of the bright pink thong with the star on its mound—the thin bright pink was starting to show through your white dress.
Of course, Rafe marveled at the sight of your hot pink thong bleeding through your dress, but it was always that nagging thought in his head that said: the other men, the other men are watching. That instantly turned Rafe off.
Either his nagging jealousy problems were causing him trouble, or everyone else around him having fun besides him. Ward and Rose are laughing and toasting it up with Ward's work colleagues, Wheezie is in the corner dancing with her friends, Sarah is secretly taking shots with Topper, and you are being pulled onto the dance floor by two of your friends.
And here Rafe was, downing his third shot, leaning against a wall, watching you like a hawk.
He should've been happy.
This was his first year coming to Midsummer's with a date that wasn't one of Ward's big-haired coochie colleagues' daughters or some slut who let him in her panties once or twice.
He was supposed to be here with you, but there you were, getting ogled and preyed on by gross (old and young) men. And if it weren't for your stupid, stupid friends dragging you onto the dance floor, Rafe wouldn't be looking at you swaying your body in a sensual movement as Usher's Yeah! started to play.
And if you weren't swaying your body in the center of the dance floor, then Rafe wouldn't have noticed that shit-pouge waiter ogling at your curves.
Shouldn't he be working? Rafe thought.
Who gave that pouge the right to look at his girl? Better yet, who gave any of these shits the right to look at his girl? Kook or pouge, they didn't have the right to look at you--not in the way they did.
Rafe begins stalking towards the waiter, ready to pluck out his eyes, just when he hears you calling his name.
"Rafe!!" You call out, motioning him to join you on the dance floor.
Rafe stops in his tracks, watching you watch him; he then starts walking towards you, most of his anger tarnishing.
Ok, so he'll get back with that waiter later, get him fired or something.
"Come." You say, putting your hand in his. "Dance with me."
Rafe kept that stoic look on his face as you and your friends danced around him. He saw the same waiter looking at you again, and that's when Rafe told you:
"Let's go."
His tone is very assertive, analogous to your parents putting you in time out after you've been bad.
"What?" you say, worried.
Rafe's heavy hands grip your forearm and drag you from the dance floor.
Rafe didn't care.
He didn't care about your friends calling your name or the worrisome stare you gave him. He didn't care at all.
"Rafe, baby, please tell me what's wrong." you say, your footsteps becoming maladroit as you walk under Rafe's guide.
Rafe didn't say anything, so you didn't say anything afterward, knowing to remain silent when he gets like this.
You were shocked to see that Rafe had brought you to the men's bathroom, and Rafe was even surprised himself.
He looked around the spacious bathroom, letting you go for a second to look on the other side of the divided room.
When he comes back he says: "Come on, get in there." while harshly grabbing your forearm again and lightly dragging you into the last stall to the right.
Rafe had a funny feeling brewing in his stomach as he pushed your front against the bathroom stall's cold tile walls and unbuckled the belt holding up his slacks. It was as if he was mad at you, but how could he be?
You, in particular, hadn't done anything to provoke him; those slimy men looking at you provoked him. Of course, he wanted to take his anger out on the waiter and the other men, but why you, too?
As Rafe hitched up your dress to bunch around your waist, you felt the sudden cool breeze pierce the skin of your ass.
He marveled at the sight of your hot pink thong, fucking finally. Biting his bottom lip at the skimpy fabric snugged between your ass cheeks.
"Rafe." you moaned, detesting in the anticipation.
"Shut up." he tells you, pushing your face into the wall.
Just after, Rafe index finger dug the string from your ass, and gently pushed it aside.
His belt buckle clacks quickly, and you hear his pants and underwear being pushed down to his ankles. You try to catch a glimpse of him, but Rafe's hand is splayed across your head and your cheek is again meshed with the cold tile.
Rafe's rage was radiating from his body, and you could feel it (it being his tip) teasing the flesh of your ass. You wondered what you had done this time, beginning to feel Rafe's length—all 7.1 inches of it—push inside your tight cunt, stopping you in your tracks.
An elongated shrill escapes your pouty lips, like the sound of a person getting stabbed in the back with a knife and letting the knife twist the bone, but to you at that moment, that's exactly what Rafe's cock felt like.
Like you just had an iron-hot poker thrust through your gut--repeatedly.
Your slick feels the silence, along with you and Rafe's grunts and pleas, but mainly the filthy squelching sound that manifested itself from each time Rafe's cock plummeted in and out of your cunt.
For a second, Rafe takes his eyes off your plump ass and looks at you for the first time during this fuck. Your legs are weak and nearly buckling, your makeup smudging on the tile wall due to the tears that strain from your eyes, and you had a tight grip held onto the metal accessibility rail bolted into the wall.
He'd gotten a feeling of guilt wash over his body, a sense that he predicted that would prevent him from cumming.
Here he was, with the finest girl on figure eight, fucking her in the bathroom stall like she was a slut.
What if, after this, you decide to break up with him?
or worst
You break up with him and decide to date that loser waiter pouge or any of the men out there ogling you, find someone who can treat you better.
Rafe slowly pulls himself out of you. You pout at the feeling of emptiness inside you, but your insides feel relieved.
There's a dull silence for a second, during which Rafe turns you around and brings your pouty lips to his in an everlasting kiss that almost turns you both into jelly.
You swear that after the kiss, Rafe says, "I'm sorry." But, before you can say anything more, words die on lips as he gives you another mouth-watering kiss, wraps your leg around his waist, and starts to fuck you again—this time slowly—leaving you speechless with the realization that he's the only man who gets to treat you this way.
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