⋆˚࿔ princess 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

hot hot hot hot hot

does anybody know what’s wrong with me

it’s always okay to be mean to weird men online

size kink with stepbro!rafe ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

warnings — stepcest, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, size kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, belly bulge, cum eating a/n — reuploaded & meant to post today not yesterday ૮꒰ྀི◜༝◝ ꒱ྀིა (originally posted 2/23)

“please, rafey. want you to fuck me so bad,” you pleaded, his thick digits pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. “isn’t that what ‘m doing?” he teased. “n-no, i need your cock,” you cry out as he curled his fingers, hitting that soft, gummy spot that had your thighs trembling.

“you’re not gonna be able to take my cock, princess,” rafe chuckled, “i’m too big for this sweet little cunt.” god, you were so needy, begging him for more while practically fucking yourself on his fingers. “please, rafey…i promise i can take it,” you whimpered, your hips desperately rolling against his fingers.

“yeah? you promise? 'cause i don't want to hear you whining that it's too much when i told you so," he snorted. "yes, i promise! just please fuck me," your lip quivered, already on the verge of tears from how much you needed him.

he slipped his fingers from your cunt, pushing them past your lips, and forcing you to taste yourself. "you going to be a good girl f'me?" rafe watched with parted lips as you hummed, sucking your juices off his fingers eagerly, releasing them with a 'pop'.

he grasped the underside of your thighs, hooking them over his biceps and pushing them to your chest. he wrapped his hand around his heavy cock, his tip parting your puffy lips, coating his length with your slick. "rafey, stop teasing—" you gasped as he slowly slid inside you, inch by inch. "fuck...you're so tight," he bites back a groan, sinking himself deeper until his tip kisses your cervix.

your brain blanked at the sheer size and thickness of his cock. he slowly withdrew his hips, causing a cry to travel up your throat when he slammed into you. it didn’t take much for rafe to render you into nothing but a fucked out mess. your mouth fell open, barely able to form a single word as he pounded into your sopping cunt. “look at you…all spread out while i‘m making that little brain go dumb,” he taunted.

“s’too much!” you writhe under him. “what did i say about whining that it's too much? you’re gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” you nod frantically, clawing at his arms. “can’t believe you thought you could handle your big brother’s dick,” he tsked.

rafe slid his hands down to encircle your ankles, pulling your legs onto his shoulders. you whined pathetically, his thrusts becoming deeper, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

"but you just can’t help being so fuckin' needy, can you?" he snapped his hips into yours, watching his dick drill into you. rafe splays his palm across your lower abdomen, pressing down, "feel how deep i am? you love it when daddy fills your guts, don’t you, angel?"

"y-yes, daddy!" you moaned. "that’s it...keep saying my name like that while i ruin this perfect cunt, and daddy will let you cum," he coos. “please let me cum,” you choked out a sob. “please what?” rafe pinned your thighs to the mattress, pushing his weight onto you. his thighs smacked against your ass, the head of his cock persistently hitting your cervix.

your legs trembled against his shoulders and rafe knew you were close from the way your pussy desperately clenched around him, trying to milk him dry. he snaked his hand between the apex of your legs to circle your clit. “oh my god!” you mewled. “look at me,” he demanded, grabbing your face, forcing you to look at him. “gonna be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s cock?” you squeak when he pinches your clit. “y-yes,” you hiccup, your eyes rolling back.

you cry out, clutching onto rafe as your orgasm hits you tenfold. his hips stutter, pulling out to stroke his cock in his fist. you prop yourself up onto your elbows, your big doe eyes meeting his. “you’re killing me with those eyes,” you looked so submissive, eagerly waiting for his load.

his hand pumped up and down his length, “oh fuck…” he moaned, his chest heaving as his cum spills onto your stomach. he smears his thick release onto your skin, gathering it on his thumb to bring it to your lips. he lets out a low groan, your lips enveloping his digit, and greedily sucking it clean. “such a good fuckin’ girl, you like how i taste, princess?” rafe rasps, pulling a small hum from you.

“good, ‘cause i want to see you wrap those pretty lips around me, and clean the mess you made all over my cock.”

tagging moots: @chrissturnslovergirlx @dollyfiles @heartsforvin @hauntedfawnn @hughessweetheart @ilovefiction4lmen @littlelamy @memoirofasparklemuff1n @nemesyaaa @rafeysangelbaby @rafesangelita @sarahsangelicdoll @sematarygirls @cameronsprincess @rafesthroatbaby

gooooood god, stepbro!rafe is SO SEXY i can’t even think straight when i read abt him😮‍💨

late night needs ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

warnings — perv!bsf!rafe, reader is oblivious, rafe being well…rafe, mention of panty stealing, male masturbation, phone sex (?) a/n — reupload & edited (originally posted: 5/13) my first rafe blurb from my old blog, so it felt fitting for it to be the first one on here <3

it was two in the morning when you woke up to the sound of your phone going off. you grabbed your phone, squinting as you looked to see several missed calls from your best friend, rafe. just as you're about to call him back, your phone rings again. "rafe?" you mutter as you answer the call, but all you can hear is heavy breathing. "hello?" you call out again, and there's a small pause, "yeah, 's me" his voice is low, "i've been trying to reach you all night".

"it's two in the morning," you groan, your eyes struggling to stay open. "just wanted to talk to my best friend, 's all," he breathes heavily, "hold on, let me facetime you". before you can get a word out, he switches the call to a facetime call, which, of course, you accept. as soon as he appears on the screen of your phone, you take notice that he's in his bed, sitting up against his headboard. he holds his phone at an angle that shows his face and down to his shirtless chest.

“why are you up?” your brows furrowed, earning a small chuckle from him. “what? i'm not allowed to want to talk to you?" rafe snorted, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, “at two in the morning?” there was a pause, and you could’ve sworn you heard the faint sound of heavy breathing but brushed it off. “just got somethin’ on my mind,” he added.

his comment makes you sit up and reach for the bedside lamp. as soon as you turn it on, the light illuminates your features, giving him a clear look at your pretty face. his breathing was heavy, and he was thankful you were too oblivious to hear the wet sounds filling his room as his hand moved up and down his cock. his eyes flickered to your lips as you talked, wondering what it'd feel like to have those plump lips wrapped around his thick cock instead of his hand.

for as long as rafe has known you, he always knew you as the most oblivious little thing he had ever encountered; you never knew what was happening around you. truth be told, it turned him on even more, knowing that you had no clue what he was doing on the other side of the call. "wanna talk about what's on your mind?" you question, "no, s'okay. just talk, wanna hear you talk," rafe grunts, "you always know how to make me feel better". you eagerly nodded; no matter what, you'd do anything to make him feel better. he was your best friend, after all.

he wasn’t fully paying attention to what you were saying; his mind was too focused on imagining how you’d sound under him as he fisted his length faster, and god, deep down, he knew you’d make the prettiest fucking sounds for him. as much as he loved listening to your voice and seeing your pretty little face, he desperately needed more. he needed to feel you, be closer to you. luckily, he had the perfect thing that was somewhat close to feeling you wrapped around him.

he stopped for a second, unwrapping his hand from around himself before reaching into his pillowcase and pulling out a pair of your lace panties that he had stolen from your room when he was over last time. he knew it wasn't anywhere near to what your cunt would feel like, but it was the closest thing he had. he wrapped the pair of lace around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself again. "fuck" he groans; his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. "everything okay?" your voice rings through his ears, "mhm, everything's good" he mutters, "so fuckin' good."

"what are you doing?" you ask curiously, unaware of what he's actually doing. "just takin' care of something, nothing your pretty little head should worry about," he grunts, his hand moving faster as he opens his eyes to look at you while you were too busy paying attention to god knows what. he bites his lip, his hand moving faster around his cock. the feeling of your panties wrapped around his cock, your voice, and the sight of you were all starting to get to him, and he could feel himself getting close.

"look at me," rafe commanded with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand never slowing down. "hm?" you stopped what you were doing to look at him. "oh fuck," he moaned, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes rolling back, and his lower abdomen clenching before spurts of his thick cum coat the delicate lace.

"are you sure you're okay, rafe?" you tilt your head, observing his chest heaving. "yeah, 'm more than okay now," he mutters, staring at the now-ruined pair of panties. "actually, think i could come over and spend the night? s'been a while since i slept over."

tagging a few moots: @chrissturnslovergirlx @dollyfiles @heartsforvin @ilovefiction4lmen @littlelamy @nemesyaaa @rafesangelita @sarahsangelicdoll @sematarygirls @rowdydevs @rafeysangelbaby

faaaaawk i love this man, i remember this fic and i still love it so much ahhhh😭