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erwinsvow · 1 month

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omg i keep thinking about reader teasing rafe all day, and like reader keeps like finding reasons that they can’t have sex just to see how far rafe would go. i feel like rafe would either not stand for it or he would get so angry

so bitchy reader coded!!!! she loooves to do this

teasing rafe is fun because it's so easy. he's such a sucker, falls for your same tricks everytime. you have him running in circles without doing anything at all.

and at heart, you like to see it. it's fun for you—watching him chase you. he cares enough to do it, hasn't stopped even though it's been weeks and months of the same, ever since you caved and allowed yourself to realize you wanted rafe to be your boyfriend.

it starts the same—his favorite dress. strapless, with a pretty blue pattern and a ribbon border that ties into a bow on the neckline, at the curve of your tits. you look pretty, you always do, but this dress makes you even prettier, you think. you pick it out knowing he goes crazy over it every time, knowing you were going to make it hard for him today.

it's not really a day dress, so you slip your white cardigan over your shoulders to make it seem more so, climbing into the passenger seat of rafe's truck with a little too much show, revealing a little too much leg and hands lingering on the seatbelt across your chest a little too long.

when rafe sees you, he swallows hard, and you already know your plan is working. he stares, where the seat belt tightens on your body and the expanse of your thighs that's openly visible now that you're seated.

"rafe?" you question, staring back at your boyfriend while his eyes are hyperfocused on your exposed skin.

"hm?" he looks up at your eyes for a second.

"are you gonna drive or just keep looking at me?"

"oh. uh-" he shifts the car into gear, taking off, though you catch him staring back at you every few minutes. the next time he does, you move your hand to his cheek, pushing it gently so he's looking on the road.

"eyes ahead, perv. i don't wanna die because you're horny," you say it with a laugh, though he doesn't take it as one.

"shut up. why'd you wear that dress?"

a good question. why had you worn the dress? because you and rafe had gotten into a little fight the night before, and there was nothing more satisfying to you than making him cave first in your fights.

"my others were in the laundry. tough."

when he arrives at the country club, it just hits him there's a fully planned day ahead—lunch with top and kelce, golf, dinner with your parents and then the party later that night. there's hardly any time to get you alone.

"listen, princess, i think-"

"gonna be late, rafe! let's go," you say, making a show out of getting out of the truck and flashing him in the process. he groans before getting out to join you.

the day moves painstakingly slow for him. at lunch, you take off the cardigan and lean in to tell him something twice, letting him stare down the front of your dress for a moment before you pull away. when you go to the bathroom to freshen up, he gets up to join you, but you yell out to a friend in the distance and walk in with her, smiling back at rafe.

he sits back at the table grumbling something.

"what's wrong with you?" kelce asks, "never seen you this mad before golf."

"shut it."

on the course, his game is completely off. you keep bending over to retrieve the golf balls after he holes out, walking back and placing it into his palm with a sweet smile, though you are anything but.

"what're you doin'?" rafe asks, holding you close with your arm in his hand.

"getting the ball for top. what else?"

"no, you're fuckin' not." he grips your arm a little tighter, but you break loose, turning around and smiling back at him, before bending over to pick up top's golf ball and placing it in his hand.

he makes it to dinner with your parents angry and horny. you're seated next to rafe, rattling on about your day to them with a hand on rafe's arm. your foot rubs against his ankle, crawling further up while he tries to tell your dad about his golf score.

"the new course is great," your dad says, just as rafe feels your hand on his thigh.

"y-yeah," rafe chokes out.

"you okay? drink some water," you say, smiling like a concerned girlfriend instead of the little devil you really are.

a full day's events later, he gets you alone at the party, setting his beer aside to yank you by the back of your dress into the nearest empty bedroom. your friends stare while rafe drags you away, though you don't look the least bit upset about it.

"hey! you're gonna rip my dress," you say, trying to get free from his insanely strong grip.

"shut it. what the fuck was that all day? huh? thought that was cute?" rafe sounds about as angry as you've ever heard—it's a lot hotter than you had expected.

"what? i didn't do anything."

"shut up. get on the fuckin' bed."

"okay!" you chirp, agreeing immediately. teasing rafe was only fun because you got what you wanted out of it—him, at the end, all angry and tense and pent up. you reach back to undo the bow on your dress, getting ready to unzip it when rafe's hand stops your own.

"no. leave it on."

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #bitchy reader #this isnt even relevant but i luv mean rafe

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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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This is so self indulgent, i luv Ducati’s <3 soft!Rafe my love. No warnings just tooth rottin fluff (:

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“Dude, that thing is fucking amazing.” His friend said, admiring Rafe’s new motorcycle.

“I know.” He said, a grin on his face. You stood next to him, already having heard about it all over text and calls and even over your date last night. Ever since he got it he hasn’t stopped talking.

“And it’s a damn ducati. How much did that shit cost?” Topper asked him.

“This baby cost me 50,00.” Rafe replied, looking at it, his hand caressing the seat. You rolled your eyes, Jesus he looked at that thing like he was in love with it.

“We done now?” You asked him, he turned to look at you now, your helmet in your hands.

“In a minute, sweetheart.” He said, turning back to his friends now. “It can go up to… 200 miles per hour.” He tilted his head to the side, remembering it.

“Damn! So it’s 1000cc?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” They continued to talk for a little until you let out a sigh, he knew it was time.

“Well, we should get goin’ now. I’ll see you guys later.” He said, saying goodbye and hopping on the bike. You got on after him. Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, you both putting your helmets on.

He started it, and you both were on the road, tour grip on his waist tightening, your body flush against his.

He decided to take the scenic route, which was actually just past an old trail that no went on , driving past it and the setting sun.

He looked in the back of him and saw no one was behind him, so he slowed down a bit to look with you.

He glanced back at you, watching you flip your visor up to get a clearer view. He had a small smile underneath his helmet.

You looked at him back, noticing his eyes even through the helmet. You gave him a small smile, and he mumbled a ‘fuck it,’ parking on the side. It was an empty road next to an abandoned trail , no one would be here anyways.

He flipped up his visor, now turning his body to look at the sunset, still sat on the bike. You turned around to, putting your head on his shoulder, the bulkiness of your helmet making a raspy laugh escape him.

“I love you.” He mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling the urge to say it.

You turned to him now, your head lifting from his shoulder to look at him. In your many years of being friends and dating, he’s never said it.

A smile made its way onto your face, you grabbed his helmet, your eyes looking into his now.

“I love you.” You said back, he smiled back and you leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, you both watching the sun dissapear from behind the trees. You stayed like that for a while, in the comfortable, beautiful silence.

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starkeylover · 1 year

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and who’s gonna kiss the blonde haired boys (rafe cameron) and who’s gonna wipe away their tears ? (me. i will)

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe obx #obx #outer banks #obx rafe cameron #i love rafe cameron so much #i luv fanfic rafe with all my heart #rafe imagine #soft!rafe

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hapinesbuterfiy · 3 months

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hiii baby hope all is well <333 could u please do some hcs about rafe and his innocent gf with how he treats her at parties and stuff ? like does he let her roam while he's dealing or is she right by him ? luv ur work !!!!

hi babe thank you so much for all the support, you're so insanely talented!! im so sorry it took me this long to reply to this😭

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❥ you're oblivious to your surroundings, you just wanna have fun! you constantly bump into people, giggling while you do so. if rafe wants to be boring, that's not your issue!

❥ rafe however, finds your constant state of inattentiveness concerning. he makes it his sole mission to watch over you the entire time you're at parties. even if that means keeping a tight grip on your waist while he deals so that you don't move.

❥ "rafe s'not fair! i wanna dance" you plead with him, pout evident on your face. ugh, he's so mean! he ignores your protests, placing a kiss on your temple before whispering "not lettin' you get yourself into trouble tonight. stay here n' be good, i'll make it up to you later. alright?" he goes back to his business not wanting to rile you up even more, he knows how much of a nightmare you can be when you don't get what you want, which is partially his fault. but hey, at least you're spoiled!

#💌#divider by gigittamic #♡ rosie writes ! ୨🎀୧ #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #outerbanks

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allforrafe · 17 days

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hi luv! for Rafe would you write something along the lines of violent? like Rafe hitting reader or something?

i was actually sobbing writing this so i hope its what you asked for !!!

you and rafe had been arguing over his work times, he was never home, always had to work ‘extra hours’ and very rarely sat to eat dinner with you at home. of course for you, this got lonely and boring, so you brought it up in conversation and now you two were screaming at eachother across the living room.

“it’s not my fucking fault i have to pay the bills around here!” he shouts at you, his foot stomping rather heavy footed, causing vibrations through the floorboards.

“you don’t do shit for this house, this property. maybe you shouldn’t even be living here”

his words rip through your soul. you stand there, tears forming on your lash line as he approaches.

you tilt your head up to make eye contact, anger spilling over as you scream at him, “if i’m not doing shit for you and your rich snobby property, just get rid of me already”

he doesn’t respond. instead, his hand raises and before you could react, his large palm makes contact with the side of your face. you buckle over in pain, holding your face and looking up to him, blinking a few times to get the tears off your lashes.

you watch his tongue swipe over his top gum, you storm over to the door and open it, turning around to face him.

“fuck you rafe-”, you walk out, slamming the door behind you.

rafe collapses onto the sofa, sighing.

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eclipsefics · 5 months

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All Mine (Rafe Cameron)

18+ Smut MNDI

Warnings: Rough sex, degradation, bruises (From gripping roughly)

Rafe Cameron X fem!reader

Summary: You and Rafe have been off and on and you miss him, but you won't just go crawling back to him. You use Topper to make him jealous. You didn't expect Rafe to fuck you in front of him.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Hey Luvs, I'm new to posting to Tumblr and this is my first OBX fanfic, let me know if you like it! I will be doing other fandoms and more than just smut so stay tuned! I'm open for commissions, Details coming soon. Enjoy xoxo - Eclipse

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You and Rafe had been in an on-and-off relationship for months and you missed him desperately, just as desperately as he had been missing you. You could see it in the glances that lasted a few seconds too long, feel it in the tension whenever he walked by, going out of his way to walk a little closer to you.

You wouldn't be the first to break, not this time, this time he would come to you. You would make sure of it. Tonight Rafe was throwing a party at one of his family's many beach houses and while Rafe wouldn't expect you to come out tonight. You weren't the party type, at least not without Rafe on your arm. He made you come alive in ways you couldn't explain.

Tonight though, it wasn't Rafe's attention that you'd be occupying, at least not directly. While half of the party was outdoors, you joined the half that remained inside. You were leaning on your shoulder up against a wall, a drink in hand, looking up at Topper who stood so close you could smell the beer on his breath as he talked to you.

You gave Topper what appeared to be every ounce of your attention, you giggled and smiled and you both inched closer together. Topper wasn't aware of Rafe, standing across the room sending blazing daggers at the two of you, growing angrier every second you spent looking completely wrapped around Topper's finger. You couldn't care less about what he was saying to you, Rafe was your only concern and his fuming expression was exactly what fueled your flirtatious smile. You knew how easily Rafe could fly off the handle, you knew how possessive he was over you.

So when you laughed hard and stretched your arm forward, resting your hand on Topper's arm as if to steady yourself, you knew exactly what kind of emotion you were building inside Rafe who still stood motionless across the room.

You slid your hand up from Topper's bicep to the side of his neck, you pulled him closer, and stood on your tip toes, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Come with me."

You took his free hand in yours and began to lead him away from the party, giving Rafe a beckoning smirk on your way out, making sure to sway your hips just a little more than usual. Topper followed blindly behind you, eyes watching your hips move hypnotically from side to side just as Rafe's did.

You found a quiet dimly lit office room, far enough from the party that you could only hear the music faintly once the door was shut. You guided Topper behind the desk and pushed him down gently into the black leather chair.

"You look beautiful tonight," Topper complimented as you took his drink from him and set it down on the desk beside yours.

You were wearing a new dress, something Rafe had never seen before, something soft, short, and skin-tight. Slutty yet classy all in one.

"Thank you," You muttered, wondering what was taking Rafe so long. Was he really going to let Topper have you?

Topper reached forward and grabbed your hips, gently pulling you onto his lap. His hands were already a bit of a disappointment compared to Rafe's. Where Topper's hands were big, Rafe's were bigger, rougher. Topper pulled you to him like you had a say in the matter, Rafe would've done it like he owned you, because he did. Topper's hands slid from your hips to your bare thighs, drawing little circles on your skin when finally, fucking finally, the door burst open dramatically, letting the music from outside pour into the room.

Yours and Topper's attention both snapped to the door, "I thought I locked that," You lied, furrowing your brows at Rafe, hiding the smile that wanted to make an appearance across your lips.

"What the fuck are you doing Topper." Rafe's voice was deep with just barely controlled anger.

"Rafe get out and shut the door, we could use a little privacy." You spoke, still in Topper's lap, you leaned forward a bit and wrapped your arms around Topper's neck, egging Rafe on further.

Rafe slammed the door shut, locking it behind him but he didn't leave. He came behind the desk, gripping your wrist and he snatched you off of Topper's lap. "What the hell are you doing Rafe!" Topper yelled, coming to his feet as Rafe pushed you back into a wall.

Both of Rafe's hands came around your throat, setting your skin on fire as he forced you to look up into his angry brown eyes. "You were just going to give someone else what belongs to me?"

"I stopped being yours three months ago Rafe." You spat in the brattiest tone you could find. This was what you wanted, you wanted him angry. You wanted him aggressive, you wanted him to remind you why the two of you would never be over.

"I thought you two were broken up," Topper spoke up from behind Rafe

"We are." You quickly responded making Rafe's hands tighten around your neck.

Suddenly, Rafe's eyes were almost clear of rage and he let go of your throat, you almost whimpered in protest. You liked them there.

"You two are right. Have a seat Top, I think it's time we all had a little discussion on the status of mine and Y/n's relationship." Rafe said staring down at you, blue eyes lit with something that gave you chills.

Topper was obviously a little lost but he listened and pulled the chair back from the desk and took a seat. You were now the only one left standing and the irritation was getting harder and harder to hide by the second. When had Rafe become so rational? You hated this.

Rafe started to walk behind you. "Did you buy this for him?" He asks, already knowing you didn't. It was Rafe's favorite color.

"No actually, this was for someone else, a month ago." You lied, not really giving a shit what Topper thought.

"Hmm." Was Rafe's only response.

Rafe was standing behind you and gently pulled you backward with him until he was leaning up against the desk, topper a few feet directly in front of the two of you. Topper quickly turned you around so you were facing him and he gripped your hips tight, pulling you flush against him, not bothering to be careful with you.

"You look so pretty tonight," He told you, pressing his erection into you. Your heart raced as it got harder to breathe.

"Thank you," You muttered, looking from his lips to his eyes, your mind clearly on other things.

Rafe noticed and chuckled lowly. He started bunching up the fabric of the short dress at your hips, sliding it all the way up your to your hips. "Rafe what're you-"

"Shut up." He cut you off and you obeyed.

He pulled the fabric completely off of you, leaving you completely naked. He liked it when you wore nothing under dresses. Topper inhaled a sharp breath and started to stand. "Maybe I should-"

"Sit down," Rafe demanded and because you were the sexiest woman either of them had ever seen, he sat back down.

Rafe picked you up by your thighs, wrapping them around his waist and he couldn't help it when he connected your lips, kissing you with force. It felt so good to finally have his lips back on yours. They molded together like they were made for one another. Your arms slid around his neck and you tightened your legs around him, pulling yourself closer to him. Rafe turned you both around and sat you down on the desk before abruptly pulling your lips apart, you almost whined in protest already craving more.

"I'm going to remind you." "He whispers, audible enough for Topper to hear.

"Why no one else can have you." Rafe started to trail kisses down from your jaw to your ear.

"Why you're mine." More kisses down your body, stopping to take the time to bruise your breasts and stomach with hickies.

"Why no one else can have you," he says once he's hovering over your pussy. He places a deep, soft kiss on your clit that makes you gasp quietly. He moves his lips from your clit to kiss the wetness that’s already making a mess on your inner thighs.

In this position, you're almost on full display for Topper. If Rafe's head wasn't between your legs he'd have a full view of your perfect, dripping pussy. Topper couldn't look away.

Rafe was already starting to make you weak with his teasing kissing and biting. You were panting heavily, your body squirming, subconsciously begging for attention at your center. Rafe wasn't oblivious to your body's cues, he knew them better than anyone.

"Look at you, so needy already, Y/n" He teased

"Is this was you need?" He asks, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, slowly beginning to repeat the action.

Your hips inched slightly forward at the attention to your aching core. You let out a soft moan, looking down at Rafe, meeting his eyes as he slowly began to devour your pussy. His hand came up to tease your breast while his tongue worked expertly on you. Moving his tongue against you in a way that had your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. His hands gripped tightly on your thighs, certainly going to bruise. Your hand came down to his hair, using your other to steady yourself as you ground your hips into his face. He made you cum over and over again from just his tongue.

You had assumed that he would want to deny you an orgasm for even acting like you'd let another man touch you. But that wasn't his goal here. Only he could properly please you, and he'd already proved that by the fourth orgasm you had in his mouth. Your legs trembling as you pushed his face closer.

"Rafe," You moaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back.

He licked you through your orgasm, not stopping until he had swallowed all of your cum. When he finally came back up, you could see your juices glistening all over his mouth, chin, and nose. The sight turned you on more, you loved leaving a mess on him.

Still panting you leaned forward to kiss him, only for Rafe to pull back. You furrowed your brows. "Why not?"

Rafe didn't say anything, he took your hand and led you around the desk. Without warning he swiftly turned you around and bent you over it, spreading your legs apart for him, putting the mess between your legs on display. Rafe quickly undressed, releasing his rock-hard cock.

He groaned behind you when he wrapped his hand around it, stroking it twice, noticing how wet with precum it was. Rafe leaned over you, his tip just barely brushing against your entrance. "Don't take your eyes off him. Understand?" Rafe instructed.

"Yes," You nodded

Rafe dropped to his knees behind you and started eating your pussy from behind, slurping and lapping at every inch of you. Yours and Topper's eyes were locked onto each other in an intense trans. You were surprised with how turned on it made you that Topper was watching you cum on Rafe's tongue for the fifth time tonight. It turned you on even more how he was watching. His dick throbbing in his jeans. One hand resting over it, aching to stroke himself to the sight of you being used.

After you'd cum again and were a moaning, gasping mess, gripping at the wooden desk helplessly, Rafe stood up. Rafe put his tip up against your sensitive clit, slowly sliding his length against your pussy, coating himself in your mess.

"Rafe," You panted, moving your hips slightly, trying to make him slip inside. Rafe grabbed your hips tightly with his two large hands. Another grasp that would leave bruises. He lined himself up with your entrance, his tip making you ache to have him inside.

"You want it, Y/n" Rafe asked, but you couldn't beg just yet. Without warning, you reached a hand back and wrapped it around his dick, making him groan at the contact. You held his thick cock in place and pushed your hips back, sliding him inside of you. He watched as his cock disappeared inside you. Moans of pleasure escaped the both of you. He filled you out so perfectly.

Rafe smirked at your actions, "So desperate for my cock aren't you, slut?" He wasn't going to fuck you just yet. He wanted you to beg, but he couldn't resist how warm and tight you were around him.

"You grip me so well," He told you, sliding slowly in and out of you once, watching his eight inches move in and out.

Rafe wrapped his hand into your hair, using it as leverage as he pulled himself almost completely out of you before slamming back in. You bit your lip hard letting out a muffled moan. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his girthy cock filling you out. You pressed your lips together and let out a hum of pleasure. You started to grind your hips back into him hungrily. You started to turn to look back at him only for Rafe to reach forward and grab your jaw, he snapped your head back towards Topper.

"Don't look at me. Look at him." His voice is low and raspy in your ear, and his warm hand slides down to wrap tightly around your throat. You whimpered in response as his cock dug into you while you continued to move your hips unintentionally.

"I want him to watch me use what's mine." And with that, he started to thrust into your pussy punishingly.

Rafe kept a hold on your hair but let go of your hair as he leaned back to watch himself slide in and out of you. "You're so tight." He moaned, resting his free hand on your hip gripping you there so tightly there would certainly be bruises there tomorrow. Bruises that would turn you on when they reminded you of tonight.

He pounded into you harder, drawing moan after moan from your pretty lips that had fallen shamelessly open with pleasure. Every single thrust seemed to get harder, faster, and rougher. He kept pulling your hair tighter, gripping your hip harder. He was punishing you with his cock.

Rafe leaned forward again now, wrapping his hand around your throat in a way that made you wetter than you already were. The wetness had begun to drip down your thighs, making an obvious mess at the base of his dick. "Do you remember the last time I had you like this baby?" Rafe spoke

"On Christmas. Bent over the bathroom sink. Your parents waiting for us downstairs?" He asked.

You tightened around his cock at the taboo memory and nodded. "Yes, I remember,"

He had made you look at yourself while he fucked you that day, made you say how pretty you looked taking his cock. Made you tell him what a slut you were for him.

"You've always been a little slut for me."

"Always willing to please me." His words sent shivers down your spine and you were so desperate to beg, but you couldn't give him the satisfaction just yet, and he knew that.

"Did you really think anyone else could do that to you? Do this to you?"

"Yes," You managed to lie just to egg him on further and it did.

Topper watched as one of your hands left the top of the desk and went to your clit to rub circles and he felt his dick drip with precum. He never thought he'd enjoy something like this but here he was, desperate to let himself out of his pants. Your fingers never made it though. Rafe took his hand from your throat to snatch it away and slam it back on the desk.

"No one gets to touch what's mine without my permission."

"Not you." He pounds harder "Not Topper." He fucks you rougher. Abusing your pussy like an object. So rough that the pressure against the wood is starting to hurt but you too lost in the feeling of him inside you to care.

"No one." He moans.

"You're mine," he pants in your ear. "You belong to me, I own you." He says between deep moans

"You make me feel so fucking good." He starts to place kisses on your neck, biting and sucking. Topper eyes watch your neck as bruises appear.

"F-fuck, daddy" His words push you closer to your edge. You love hearing how much he wants you.

"You're such a good girl for me baby."

"Fuck- oh my god-

"You take it so well."

"Please," You whine feeling your fourth orgasm building inside of you.

"Go ahead baby, tell him how good my dick feels." He takes your jaw in his hand and directs you to look at Topper and your eyes meet but this time there's no anxiety.

You're too wrapped up in pleasure to feel anything but Rafe's cock throbbing inside of you. "It feels so good, Topper it's so fucking good," You curse

"Fuck," Rafe moans quietly in your ear

"I need it, Rafe, I need you." your eyes are still locked on topper, enjoying the feeling of telling him how good Rafe is. As if Topper ever had a real chance.

Rafe brought his hand to your clit and started rubbing fast punishing circles that made your legs begin to tremble.

"Yes, yes, yes, Rafe, Please-" You couldn't even think straight.

"You're mine. Say it." He demanded

"I- fuck," you were unable to find the words.

"Say it or I'll stop." He threatened as you squirmed gracefully with pleasure beneath him.

"I belong to you, Rafe, I'm yours." You whine, wanting him to cum with you now.

"You never listen to me, Y/n." His voice filled with new anger as he thought about all the times you two had walked out on each other, all the times you'd tried to use guys to lure him back in. All the time it worked.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I just want to please you I'm sorry." You'd say anything, anything at this point to keep him inside of you.

"I've missed your pussy," he groaned, starting to get breathless, lost in his own pleasure.

"I missed you too." You managed through loud moans.

You were driving him insane, his moans were growing louder, raspier, and with less shame each time. He loved how needy you got when he was fucking you. Only he could do this to you.

"P-please." You could hardly form a coherent sentence anymore.

"I'm so close Rafe, please cum inside me." You begged. You opened your eyes to look at Topper, "Give me a baby, please."

"Oh my god," Topper muttered under his breath in disbelief. He was struggling to keep his composure but he couldn't look away from you. He loved to see you come undone, even under these circumstances.

"Tell me you'll never leave again," Rafe demanded.

"I'll never leave you again Rafe, I promise." You nodded without hesitation.

You focused your eyes on Topper again and a sexy smirk found your lips at the sight of him straining hard against his pants. You close your eyes again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as a powerful orgasm begins to wash through you.

"I'm cumming, Rafe, oh my god" You moaned, your body shaking with orgasm beneath him.

"Good girl, make a mess on my dick."

"Fuck, Y/n" Rafe moaned when he felt your pussy tightening around him, bringing him to his orgasm. His cum poured out of him and deep into your pussy, your juices mixing together as he fucked his cum into you.

"That's it, take it all like a good girl. I'm so proud of you."

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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how would stepbro!rafe react if his friends were ogling you and making gross comments about how badly they want you when they come over to hang out with him 😳 he’d be so angry and torn between telling them they’re not allowed to talk about you like that because he’s your protective older stepbro orrrr taking you upstairs and letting them listen to why he’s actually protective over you

i luv this idea w s1!rafe because he’s got more of a temper n the whole thing just seems more icky <33

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you were used to the stares from rafe’s friends — the ogling that wasn’t much different from the looks you received from your stepbrother himself. that distant look of amusement, the unabashed way they’d drag their eyes all the way down your body and back up as you speak — like you were a zoo animal behind glass. you barely noticed it anymore, the whole concept of ‘boys will be boys’ having been drilled into your head from rafe’s behaviour. after marrying ward, your mother had even noticed the way rafe looked at you, she’d even raised it with ward himself — who simply shut the whole thing down by telling her “hes a guy, honey. and… she’s a young girl walking around in a bikini i mean of course he’s gonna look. he just has to get used to the way things are around here. in no time, he’ll be seeing her as a sibling and treating her as poorly as he does sarah, trust me.”

but the looks didn’t go away, and with time you started to look back. enjoy his attention. to the point where you’d secretly end up on your back, with your big step brother ‘teaching’ you things that no other guy could, or would be allowed to teach you. your dirty little secret.

you knew rafe’s friends didn’t know — which surprised you, considering you thought rafe would jump at the chance to brag on something so pornographic. you figured they had suspected something was amiss with the two of you, from the way he would take any chance to put his hands on you to ‘mess with’ you, or from the way his eyes would drop to your ass when you’d walk away — but he hadn’t said a word, which to his friends meant it was free game.

after you’d walked out the room, having had a brief discussion with rafe about dinner plans — the eyes followed you until you disappeared into the hallway.

“shit, i nearly got up and followed her.” kelce fills the silence with a joke, causing the room of guys to erupt into laughter of agreement, even topper — the boy who prided himself on being the most ‘respectful’ slapping at his arm and nodding, chortling out something along the lines of “hey you said it not me!”

rafe chuckles himself, understanding the hype. you were smoking hot, and knowing he secretly had the girl they all wanted to himself filled him with a sense of sick pride. “yeah, alright.” he drawls, hoping to end the conversation there and then as he walks back around the couch and slumps down, chewing obnoxiously at his gum.

“you see the way that ass moves, man? shit i get hypnotised everytime she’s walking away.” another comments, followed by another chiming in with “hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave!” which of course had the room erupting into more laughter.

rafe got in his head pretty quickly after that. they were laughing, and not at you — at the idea that you were so easily accessible, and yet untouchable. perhaps they were laughing at the fact rafe wouldn’t be brave enough to make a move on you, due to the odds you’d been dealt — which couldn’t be further from the truth, but rafe didn’t enjoy the insinuation of disrespect. his smile slowly slid off his face, staring ahead, continuing to chew to curb that coke craving that his irritation fed him.

he feels a hand on his shoulder, some red faced try hard from the club that had tagged along back to tannyhill with barely an invite. he sucks in a breath of excitement, unable to continue what he was about to say through his laughter and rafe curls his lip up a little bit in disgust.

“bro, if that was my step sister… things would have got real pornhub in this house, i can tell you that for fr—” his words are cut off by rafe violently shoving the boy a little too hard off him, the guy crashing off the couch onto the floor. quiet falls over the group, now noticing rafe’s sudden change in mood. he doesn’t wanna seem too bothered, so he clears his throat and adjusts his polo collar.

“s’my fuckin’ stepsister you’re talkin’ about… alright? watch your mouth.”

the group decided to drop the topic after that.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #stepbro!rafe #tw stepcest

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