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name: you can call me tella!
age: 23
background: latina (puerto-rican)
pronouns: she/her
zodiac sign: aries
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cw: 18+!, mdni, LINKS LEAD TO PORN, don’t open in public
a/n: did this as a lil appreciation thing for 700 !(almost 800) also to make up for my lack of obx writing lately :(
ꨄ︎ Characters: JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron, Sarah Cameron, Topper Thornton
₊˚⊹ JJ Maybank
Fingering you
Filming you while you ride him
Sub!JJ + thighfucking
He wanted to leave but you wouldn’t budge so he showed you a pretty video of yourself :)
It’s giving JJ, you and Kiara
JJ vibes
I see Rafe’sgf!reader sending this too JJ because he’s been too pussy to make a move on her even though it’s clear he likes her. Just saying; ‘what the caption says’
₊˚⊹ Rafe Cameron
Playing with your pretty pussy
Sub!Rafe vibes…(the way he fucked into her hand?? omll yes pleaseee 😮💨😮💨)
Rafe being nice and letting you control him a ‘lil bit
Rafe ‘n his goth baddie
This video + caption is soo Rafe
When you both are too lazy to go somewhere proper
₊˚⊹ Sarah Cameron
The videos she sends you <3
Sarah eating you out under the blanket at a sleepover <33
You, Sarah and Ruthie bonding at a club after Ruthie calls it quits with Topper
Sarah fucking you
The videos drunk you and Sarah send John B in a poly relationship
Sorority!Sarah and you making out while two girls also from your sorority make out next to you
You and Sarah both being good girls for John B
₊˚⊹ Topper Thornton
Lil soft moment
Having fun with your pussy <3
Now why can i see this with Topper, Rafe ‘n JJ…
How Topper likes to fuck you
₊˚⊹ Bonus
Dare i say Ward with his sugarbaby
You and Cleo :)
JJ, you, Kiara and Sarah
These links all contain p✿rn, everything is strictly 18+ .ᐟ All on X/twitter (you have to be logged in before viewing)
cw: extreme warnings: incest, teacher/student relationship, public sex, noncon, gun play, pet play, smoking, exhibitionism ... everything else: the obvious stuff
a/n: first time I´ve made something like this, tell me if I should change anything or if you´re interested in more or not
⋆｡˚ ❀ bigbrother!rafe
𐙚 fucking at the country club. 𐙚 in the bathroom right next to your parents room. 𐙚 he films for later purposes. 𐙚 "it doesnt count, its fine." 𐙚 under the table. 𐙚 in your room after your parents leave. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ littlebrother!rafe
𐙚 he eats you out whenever you want. 𐙚 he LOVES your tits. 𐙚 cant stop eating you out after you taught him how. 𐙚 loves when you ride him. 𐙚 you just looked too good during movie night. 𐙚 you take his virginity. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ uncle!rafe
𐙚 missionairy. 𐙚 what he sends to his friends(image). 𐙚 he loves having you on his lap. 𐙚 how he wakes you up. 𐙚 size difference. 𐙚 need this with him so bad. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ highschoolteacher!rafe
𐙚 punishing you for not coming to school yesterday. 𐙚 his home computers homescreen(image). 𐙚 tutoring! you got an a on the test. 𐙚 tummy bulge. 𐙚 school bathroom. 𐙚 your parents are out of town. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ dealer!rafe
𐙚 smokes while you give him head. 𐙚 holding a gun to your head to make you suck him off. 𐙚 you dont have enough money. 𐙚 handcuffs. 𐙚 he ruins your pretty party makeup:(. 𐙚 smoking during sex(p2). 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ other!rafe
you always knew rafe was a little unhinged, a little too obsessed, but this? this was new. the afternoon heat from the bahamas sun clung to your skin, the scent of chlorine thick in the air as you sprawled out on one of the cameron's lounge chairs, the sun warming every inch of your exposed body. sarah was still in the pool, half-floating, half-scrolling through her phone, probably texting john b or something, while you stretched lazily, barely paying attention to anything except the pleasant hum in your limbs.
your bikini still clung damply to your skin, but at some point, you’d tossed your cover-up and extra clothes somewhere inside sarah’s room—including the skimpy little thong you’d peeled off before changing into your swimsuit. her room was right next to the pool, giving you quick and easy access between the two, along with a perfect view of anything happening inside.
for the most part, you hadn’t thought much of it—until you caught sight of rafe inside, frozen near the bed, holding something suspiciously small and lacy between his fingers.
his head snapped toward you like a deer caught in headlights, jaw tense, shoulders rigid. for a second, you didn’t get it. then you saw the way his fingers curled around the fabric, how his lips parted just slightly and were wet, almost as if he was just licking something. oh, no fucking way.
your eyes widened, and the second a grin split your lips, rafe’s expression twisted into something dark and frantic. like he realized he’d been caught in something he couldn’t explain away.
you shot up from the lounge chair, walking closer to the open room door, already laughing. “are you—rafe—are you sniffing my underwear?”
his nostrils flared, his face going a shade darker, but he didn’t let go of the strap of clothing. if anything, his grip tightened.
“the fuck are you talking about?” his voice was sharp, defensive, but there was a rasp to it, like he’d been caught in the middle of something way worse than just a stupid little habit.
your laughter only got worse, shoulders shaking, the absurdity of the situation making your stomach ache. “you are! oh my god—rafe, you’re sniffing my thong!”
sarah, who had been blissfully unaware, finally glanced up from her phone. “wait, what?”
rafe shot you a murderous glare, then shoved his hand—your thong still in it—behind his back like that would somehow erase what had just happened.
you practically wheezed with laughter. “oh my god, you absolute perv.”
“shut the fuck up,” he snapped, but there was a waver in his voice, something teetering between anger and embarrassment. like he hadn’t meant to get caught, but now that he was, he didn’t know whether to double down or pretend like it never happened.
sarah just frowned, confused. “what’s happening?”
you waved her off, still trying to breathe through your laughter. “nothing. nothing at all. just—” you turned back to rafe, still grinning wickedly. “—my boyfriend being weird as hell.”
he shot you a look that promised payback, the muscle in his jaw ticking. but you could see it now—the way his breathing was a little heavier and the rhythmic way his fingers were still curled tight around the fabric, shaking slightly. this wasn’t just some weird accident. this was a normal thing for him.
but oh, you were never letting this go.
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ummm a drunk rafe and he can not shut up about how pretty and perfect the reader is 😭🙏
so cuteeee
…
the party was still going strong, but rafe? gone. absolutely, undeniably wasted. he was slumped against you on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped lazily around your waist like he’d forget how to sit up if he let go.
“god, you’re so pretty,” he mumbled for what had to be the tenth time in the last hour, his words slurring together.
you sighed, trying (and failing) to suppress a smile. “rafe—”
“no, listen.” he lifted his head, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide as he stared at you like you’d hung the damn moon. “you don’t get it. like—like, you’re actually perfect. it’s insane. it’s not fair. how the fuck am i supposed to function when you look like that?”
you bit your lip, heat creeping up your neck. “you’re drunk.”
“i’m honest,” he corrected, poking your cheek like that proved his point. “and i’m telling you—you’re the most beautiful, smartest, coolest person ever. and you smell good. and your laugh makes my chest feel all—” he waved his hand vaguely before dropping it back onto your thigh, squeezing lightly. “weird.”
you shook your head, laughing softly. “weird?”
“yeah. like, warm. happy.” he exhaled dramatically, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. “fuck. i think i’m in love with you.”
your heart stopped.
but before you could even process those words, rafe’s head flopped back onto your shoulder, his breath evening out almost instantly.
you stared at him, stunned. he was out cold, completely unaware of the absolute bomb he just dropped.
“oh, we’re definitely talking about this in the morning,” you muttered, shaking your head. but even as you said it, you couldn’t stop the stupid smile creeping onto your face.
…
rafe cameron taglist: @rafestoothbrush
his lips doesn't leave yours—not even for a second. every thrust is met with a desperate, open-mouthed, spit-filled kiss. "fuck, baby—" his voice is rough, breaking between the slick sounds of him driving into you. his grip is tight at the back of your neck, holding you in place, forcing you to take his gasping moans against your lips. "you feel so good, so fucking tight—"
his tongue slides against yours, sloppy, needy, like he’s trying to swallow every sound you make. he’s close, and you can tell— by the way his hips stutter and how his groans turn more broken.
"kiss me, baby please—" he demands, almost a whimper, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. "keep kissing me—don’t fuckin’ stop—"
his body tenses, shudders, and then he breaks, moaning straight into your mouth as he spills inside you, hips jerking, fingers digging into your skin. he groans against your lips, deep and wrecked, his cock twitching with every pulse of his release.
even as his body trembles and continues to gasp through the aftershocks, he doesn’t stop kissing you. slower now, sloppier, like he’s still drunk on the feeling and needs your mouth to keep him grounded.
"fuck," he breathes, pressing one last, lazy kiss against your lips, completely spent. "you’re fucking perfect."
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༊·˚ 69 with ditzydoll!reader and Rafe…
cw: 18+!, mdni, oral sex, light spanking,
a/n: @rafecameronswhoore seemed super interested in this idea, so alass here it is 😋 short because this was just a fun lil thing i wanted to get out :)
“Shit baby..” Rafe moaned, hands messaging the small of your back while eating you out. His lips slick with your arousal and spit. Occasional moan spilling past his lips as you bopped your head up and down his cock. Only sounds in the room being of messy oral sex.
“M-ghh-!” You gagged around his cock, eyes widening as his hips thrusted up into your face. Spit pushing past your lips and soaking the skin around, trailing down your chin and tears quickly forming in your eyes as you squeezed your eyes shut. Toes curling as Rafe’s tongue flicked up and down your clit.
Rafe pulled away, hands squeezing your ass as you attempted to hallow your cheeks around his cock as he fucked up into your mouth.
“Jesus..” He moaned out, biting his lip and resting his head back against your baby pink pillows. Relishing in the pleasure as his left hand played with your pussy, right hand slapping your ass and leaving a forming red mark on the soft skin.
“Keep doing that.” He said breathlessly as he ignored the cramp that started forming in his hips, fucking your face with desperation before pulling your ass back towards him as he went back to lapping at your pretty pussy. Head going from side to side as he sucked on your clit. Hands holding the flesh of your hips just tight enough to bruise while he used your mouth and pussy to get himself off.
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❥ PERVY NERD!RAFE x CHEERLEADER!READER
❥ nerd!rafe who….wears glasses that slide down his nose when he’s staring too hard at you across the quad. you’re laughing with your friends, licking a cherry lollipop, and he’s not blinking. pencil in his hand, clenched, jaw tight. his notes have turned into your name written twenty-seven times in the margins.
❥ nerd!rafe who…knows your class schedule, locker number, favorite lip gloss flavor, and the scent of your shampoo. (peach and vanilla—he nearly passed out the first time you brushed past him.)
❥ nerd!rafe who…sits in the back of class so he can stare at the curve of your waist when you stretch, watches how your skirt rises when you lean over your desk, and oh my god if you ever dropped a pen? he watches some other guy pick it up for you and immediately writes his name down with a death threat-level underline. like. “jason. must die.”
❥ nerd!rafe who…has a private folder on his computer with photos from your instagram. screenshots, zoomed in, cropped, edited, labeled by date. he jerks off to your selfies only to do it again the next day like the freak he is.
❥ nerd!rafe who…accidentally walked behind the bleachers during practice one day and saw you stretching with your leg up on the rail and almost passed out. he stood there, frozen, pants tightening, and didn’t even try to hide it. he moaned. out loud. then ran.
❥ nerd!rafe who…100% has a fantasy journal. he writes little stories about you calling him “rafey” and crawling into his lap in the library. one page literally just says, “she makes fun of me while riding me in her uniform. i cry and then she kisses my tears.”
❥ nerd!rafe who…hasn’t made a move on you because he’s convinced you’re too perfect for someone like him. but fuck he dreams about it. all the time. like you cornering him after school, giggling as you sit in his lap, pulling at his shirt, saying, “you’re always staring at me, rafey… i should give you something to really stare at.”
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Rafe Cameron always thought he had you figured out. You were sweet. Soft-spoken. A little bratty sometimes, sure, but never truly mean. Never someone who would push him past his limits. His cute little girlfriend. His pretty, delicate thing.
So when he muttered, exasperated, "Can you stop being a bitch for one second?"
Oh.
He had no fucking idea.
The shift in you was immediate. Instantaneous. Like a switch had been flipped, like something dark and ancient had been stirred awake inside you. It was in the way your spine straightened, the way your chin lifted just slightly, the way your lips parted in a soundless breath—before curling into something he had never seen before.
Not a smile. Not quite.
More like the promise of a reckoning.
You stepped forward. He stepped back.
And then you laughed. Low. Cold. Devoid of warmth.
"You think I’m a bitch?" Your voice was too calm, too measured, a deadly contrast to the fury burning in your eyes. "Rafe—I’ve been nice. You don’t even know the fucking half of it."
His jaw clenched. He had never seen you like this before. Not really.
"You throw a tantrum the second something doesn’t go your way, whine like a spoiled little trust fund brat, and then turn around and call me a bitch?" Your brows lifted, mocking. "Oh, no, baby. No. You’re confused. You don’t know what being a bitch really looks like."
His throat bobbed.
"You’re so used to people catering to you, huh? Used to everyone letting you get away with your little moods, your little outbursts. Used to people folding the second you get angry." You took another step forward. He barely noticed his back hit the wall. "You think you’re intimidating? You’re not. You’re just a boy who was never told ‘no’ enough times."
Rafe blinked. He was listening—really listening—but his body was reacting to something else entirely. His pulse was racing, blood running hot, an unfamiliar tightness coiling in his stomach.
Because you weren’t just mad. You were magnificent.
"You act like you’re untouchable, like you own everything in your orbit. But Rafe, let me make one thing crystal fucking clear to you—"you don’t own me."
His breath hitched.
"I let you have me. I decide how this goes. And if you ever, ever talk to me like that again—" you leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper, "I will burn you to the fucking ground."
Silence.
Thick. Charged. Suffocating.
Rafe couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
Because for the first time in his life, he wasn’t the one with the power. He wasn’t the one who held control in the palm of his hand.
You did.
And fuck—
Fuck, he was obsessed.
His lips parted, words failing him. His body had its own ideas, already reaching for you, fingers itching to touch, to grab, to worship.
A slow, delirious grin spread across his face. "Holy shit."
Your glare sharpened. "What?"
He exhaled a laugh, eyes raking over you with something dangerously close to reverence. "You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re mad."
The sheer audacity. The absolute nerve.
You could kill him. You really could.
But before you could spit another insult, before you could shove him away and leave him stewing in his own mess, Rafe grabbed you. Rough. Desperate. His hands curled around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, and then his mouth was on yours.
It wasn’t a kiss—it was a collision.
Teeth clashing, lips bruising, his breath ragged as he devoured every ounce of rage still burning off you. You made a noise—part frustration, part something else—and your fingers curled into his shirt, yanking him closer as if you wanted to fight and kiss him at the same time.
Good. Because so did he.
His grip was greedy, possessive, one hand slipping to your throat, the other pressing against the small of your back, crushing you against him. You could feel the way his heart was racing, the way he was breathing like he had just run miles, like he was completely, utterly wrecked by you.
And when you bit his lip—hard—he groaned, half in pain, half in something darker.
"Fuck," he panted against your mouth. "Do it again."
And you did.
Because you might not belong to him, but right now?
He definitely belonged to you.
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hiii there angel i’m so happy you opened up requests again, i love your writing sm. could i plz request sheep!reader and dark!rafe? he’s super rough during sex but sheep!reader is crying and she asks him if he can be soft but he doesn’t know how so she kinda guides him? sorry if this is too specific!
♡ warnings: dark!rafe, mean!rafe, unprotected sex, rough sex, hair pulling, slapping, groping, crying, dacryphilia, slight angst, a little bit of fluff
“raferaferafe!” you cried out, heavy teardrops rolling down your cheeks as your nails clawed the sheets for dear life. your scalp burned as rafe roughly pulled at the roots of your hair between his fingers, his jaw set tight as he dug crescents into your skin with his merciless grip. you hiccuped, reaching back to grab onto his wrist to indicate for him to slow down the pace of his thrusts. in hopes of muffling your screams, rafe pushed your face into the plush pillows beneath your head, your knees threatening to give out from under you.
he knew he was sick and deranged for getting off on your tears, each drop bringing him closer and closer to that high he desperately chased. he watched you as you tried to move away from him, your pathetic attempts deemed useless against his strength. “stop— fuckin’ moving,” he snaked a hand underneath you, wrapping his fingers around your neck before pulling you up against his chest, his cock still buried deep within your aching cunt, “do i have to bend you over my lap and remind you what happens when you try to run away from me?” he said through gritted teeth, a shiver running down your spine at the memory.
“no!” you shook your head, your voice shaky as rafe cupped both of your tits, your body molding to his touch like you were putty; soft and malleable. “it hurts too much—” you softly stroked the hand he had around your neck, prompting him to loosen his hold on you. “can we try something different?” rafe left a trail of wet kisses that went from the curve of your shoulders to the underside of your jaw, a dissatisfied grunt rumbling from his chest. he hated to be interjected on, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “no, i want you like this.” he whispered, taking your chin and forcing you to face him.
“please, just this once, ray..” you begged, hoping with all of your heart that he would, at the very least, consider what you wanted to propose. rafe blinked, his chest rising and falling as he scanned your face. “what do you want?” you nearly sighed in relief when he said the words, your teary gaze finding his in your dimly lit room. “can you be softer? i mean, like— not hit me and rough me up?” rafe almost laughed at the ridiculous request, the only thing stopping him being the fucked-out expression gracing your features. you looked absolutely spent. soft? gentle? those were two words that rafe has never been quite familiar with.
“you want me to be all sweet and shit?” he moved his hips slightly, the sudden movement sending a shockwave to your system. “y-yes, exactly that..” rafe felt uneasy at the proposition, the idea not sounding enticing to him in the slightest. “i don’t know. i don’t even think i could do that.” rafe pulled out of you with a hiss, a small gasp leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. “yes you can! i’ll show you if you let me.” you turned around, that pleading look in your eyes slowly making his resolve crumble. rafe thought it over before ultimately deciding to just give it a try.
“fine.”
you laid down on your back, finally feeling some relief as you no longer had your knees pressed into the mattress. instinctively, rafe slotted himself between your thighs, his arms caging you in. “now what?” he quipped, looking at you expectantly. cupping his face, your eyes flickered between his own before the words ‘kiss me’ left your mouth in a hushed whisper. rafe wasted no time, instantly leaning in and taking your lips in a searing kiss, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he did so. you pulled away as soon as he bit you, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“you have to do it softly. no teeth.” you corrected him, your cheeks heating as he cursed under his breath. “no tongue either?!” rafe asked incredulously, slightly in disbelief. you giggled, pecking his lips. “no. just like this— the way i’m doing it.” rafe followed suit, the slowness of it all feeling completely foreign to him. it took a little bit of time, but within minutes, rafe was kissing you with featherlight touches instead of his usual bruising force, his hands staying on either sides of your head. rafe’s body weight alone provided you with a blanket of comfort unlike the way you felt when he had you on all fours.
you showed him how to caress you instead of groping and grabbing at you. rafe didn’t realize how many things you wanted to change until he was slowly rocking in and out of you, your usual sobs and screams were now soft whimpers and moans that he wished he could hear more often. the way you were looking up at him right now, like you were in pure bliss, was such a stark contrast to the way you usually looked at him; as if you were in pain and silently begging for mercy. holding him close, you stroked the nape of his neck as both of you came with a soft whisper of each other’s names.
rafe buried his face in your neck to refrain from scratching you, your tenderness pulling at his heartstrings. as much as he was above cloud nine right now, your velvety walls clenching around him and taking him for everything he had, he couldn’t help but feel a slight seed of guilt for how he’s always treated you during moments of intimacy. once you two were left panting, rafe stayed nestled inside of you as he turned you two over, wrapping his arms around your waist while you rested your tear-stained cheek on his chest. you listened to the thrum of his heart beat, your eyes fluttering in and out of sleep while rafe ran his fingertips up and down your spine.
“how about i bathe you after this? i’ve never done that, either..”
fucking rafe in the backseat of a taxi.
the city lights blurring past you as the car takes a sharp turn, sending your body slamming into rafe's. he doesn't miss a beat, his hands gripping your hips as he continues to thrust into you.
"fuuuck, you're so tight," he grunts, his voice low and rough in your ear. you can feel the vibrations of it against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
the taxi driver glances back at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes lingering on the sight of rafe's bare ass as he pounds into you. you can see the outline of his hard-on through his pants, and you can't help but smirk at the thought of him getting off on this little show.
rafe's fingers dig into your skin as he drives into you harder, his breath hot against your neck. you can feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling in your stomach as he fucks you senseless.
"come on, baby," rafe growls, his voice barely above a whisper. "come f'me."
and with those words, you're sent over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. you cry out, your voice echoing through the small space of the taxi. rafe follows soon after, his body shuddering as he fills you up with his thick cum.
the taxi comes to a stop, and you quickly pull your clothes back on, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. rafe pays the driver, giving him a generous tip for the ride, and you both step out onto the sidewalk.
as you walk away, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. the night is still young, and you can't wait to see what other adventures await you.
"next time," rafe says, pulling you close to him. "let's find a bed."
you laugh, your body still humming with pleasure. "where's the fun in that?" you ask, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
rafe chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "you're right," he says. "who needs a bed when we have the whole city at our disposal?"
What about step!bro!rafes friends talking about his step!sister in a very explicit way and step!sister walks in and step!bro rafe makes her sit on his lap and has his hand moving very high up on her thigh and his friends are just watching
⋆˚࿔ step¡sister reader && rafe cameron
SAY GOODNIGHT TO MY FRIENDS.
The air in the room was thick with cologne, whisky, and something else—something darker. The low murmur of voices, the occasional clink of ice against glass, the lazy sound of Rafe chuckling under his breath—it all blended together into a space that felt hazy, heavy, dangerous.
Topper let out a low breath, shaking his head, his voice tinged with something between disbelief and fascination. ❝Man, it’s fucked. You’re fucked. Your own stepsister? And she just—what? Let's you? ❞
Kelce scoffed, shifting uncomfortably, but his eyes gleamed with something dark. ❝Let’s be real. She isn’t just letting him. You’ve seen her, man. She’s built for it. All soft and sweet, prancing around the house in those little skirts, acting like she doesn’t have a clue. Like she isn’t begging ’for it. ❞ He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head. ❝Swear to God, Rafe, she’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even need to know what she’s doing to drive a man insane.❞
Rafe just grinned, stretching out lazily, like he hadn’t already thought about this a thousand times over. ❝She doesn’t even realise,❞ he murmured, tilting his head like he was indulging in a fond memory. ❝Doesn’t get why I always want to touch her, always want to spread those pretty thighs open. Have you ever seen a girl cry when she comes? Fuckin’ sob for it? She gets all wet and shaky, like she can’t handle it, but then she’s grinding down, chasing it. ❞ He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. ❝Shit, man. You should hear the noises she makes when I stuff her full. Little gasps, like she’s struggling to take it—like she knows she shouldn’t.❞
I love the fact that rafe treats her like a child. I need a part where she sleeps round rafes house and when she wakes up she walks downstairs in her night clothes and with her teddy and sees all of rafes friends round fr
TOO SOFT FOR HIS WORLD — ᥫ᭡
rafe cameron x bunny!reader
Rafe keeps you tucked away.
Not hidden, exactly—just preserved. Kept soft and sweet and untouched by the rougher parts of his world. His friends know about you, of course, but they don’t see you. Not really.
So when you pad downstairs that morning—rubbing the sleep from your eyes, wearing one of Rafe’s oversized t-shirts, your teddy bear clutched under your arm—you don’t expect to walk into a room full of them.
They go silent.
Kelce has a coffee halfway to his mouth. Topper’s mid-sentence. Some of the other guys are sprawled across the couch, beer bottles on the table even though it’s barely noon.
And then there’s Rafe.
Sprawled in one of the chairs, legs spread, watching you with an expression that shifts fast—from mild surprise to something possessive.
You blink.
They blink back.
And of course Topper makes the mistake of grinning. "Well, well—"
"Not a fucking word."
Rafe’s voice is low, dangerous, and just like that, the moment shatters.
You hesitate, curling in on yourself, but Rafe’s already standing. His hands are on your waist before you can think, steering you away from their gawking stares.
"What did I tell you, angel?" His voice is softer when he speaks to you, but there’s an edge beneath it. "Not down here dressed like this."
You pout, looking up at him. "I didn’t know—"
"I know, baby," he soothes, tucking your hair behind your ear. Then, voice firm, "Back upstairs."
Your fingers tighten around your teddy, but you nod, obediently turning back toward the stairs.
Rafe watches you go, his jaw tight.
And when Topper opens his mouth again, Rafe doesn’t hesitate—he tosses the nearest thing at him.
"I said shut the fuck up."
overstimulation with blue collar!rafe
your chest was still heaving as you laid your hands on his chest, hips slowly rocking in tiny movements you knew he could feel. the room was hot—thick with sweat and breath and the hum of what you two had just done. but your body wasn’t done yet.
and rafe—God, rafe looked wrecked. head thrown back against the pillow, flushed cheeks dusted pink, hair matted to his forehead. his jaw was slack, breath catching in his throat every time you shifted on top of him, just a little. just enough.
his hands were on your hips, holding you still at first… but not moving you off of him either. you leaned down, mouth brushing against his jaw, and whispered, “still with me, baby?”
his groan was deep, strained, desperate. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice scratchy and low, a little hoarse from how hard he’d groaned through the first round. but when you rolled your hips again—just once, slowly, dragging yourself against him—you felt him twitch inside you. already growing again, “fuck,” he breathed, eyes blinking open to look up at you.
you were glowing, flushed and dazed with heat, your hands pressed to his chest as your thighs trembled from the overstimulation too—but still, you wanted more. still, you needed more. and he knew it. rafe let out a long breath, like he was trying to gather himself—but you didn’t give him the chance. your hips rolled again, this time with more pressure, more purpose, making both of you gasp at the same time.
he clutched your hips, but not to stop you—just to hold on, “y-you’re serious right now?” he rasped, eyes flickering over your flushed face. “you’re not even gonna let me breathe?”
you leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “you can breathe after i cum again.”
rafe moaned. and you felt him, hardening fully again inside you—overstimulated, sensitive, but helpless under your hands and your soft, deliberate movements. his hands slid up your waist, cupping each of your tits in his hands. you were pulling yourself up and down on him now, slow and controlled, moaning into the curve of his neck as you squeezed around him.
his voice dropped, low and raw, lips right against your temple, “f-feels so good, mama.” you whimpered in response. his chuckle came out strained, “i already gave you everything,” he muttered, panting. “and you’re still takin’ more.” he scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk, “greedy little shit.”
and you were—taking him deeper now, your movements growing needier. both of you were slick with heat and need, and it was all too much and not enough at the same time. when his hands grabbed your ass and slammed you down fully onto him, he choked on a groan and cursed under his breath. “fuck, sweetheart—gimme a second—shit—”
but you didn’t slow down. didn’t stop. you rode out every twitch, every whimper, every damn second of his overstimulation—and rafe, breathless and ruined beneath you, could only groan and let you. because he loved it. he loved watching you use him like that. loved that you were his. that your nails dug into his chest. that your body still ached for his even after he gave you everything. even spent—he’d let you take whatever you needed.
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