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i literally love your pervy!rafe and cheerleader!reader series absolutely god sent.

anyways i was thinking you could do something where it’s P.E class and reader has these super short gym shorts on that barley cover her ass and rafe see this and is going absolutely feral

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 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."

waittt🤭 maybe a piss kink where she’s on top riding him, and she doesn’t realize she needs to pee and he won’t let her get up and he keeps going and she just lets it out and she feels so bad and he finds it so amusing he just grabs her by the waist and keeps fucking her idk maybe punish her for pissing on himmm even though he likes it

hiii can u maybe write something with puppy reader and rafe where shes giving him head and i guess she gets really excited while doing and she ends up squirting while sucking him off and he thinks it’s really funny and makes fun of her for it ?

you're on your knees in front of rafe, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes, your lips wrapped around the thick head of his cock. you’re practically wagging with excitement, sucking him down with messy, eager bobs of your head, drool spilling past your lips, making a mess of your chin.

rafe leans back against the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other resting heavy on your head, fingers occasionally tightening in your hair. his cock twitches in your mouth every time you moan around him, your throat vibrating as you take him deeper, desperate to please.

"easy, puppy," he mutters, voice thick with amusement, though there’s a hint of warning in it.

but you can’t help yourself—you’re too excited, too lost in the act of worshiping him, squeezing your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs. your hands grip his thighs, nails digging into his skin, and you moan again, the sound needy, desperate, vibrating through him.

and that’s when it happens.

your body tenses—then shakes, pleasure hitting you suddenly as your pussy clenches around nothing, gushing all over the floor beneath you. you squirt, hard, your body giving out as a high, broken moan slips from your mouth, muffled around rafe’s cock.

for a second, there's silence.

then—rafe laughs.

it’s not just a chuckle. it’s a full, deep, belly-shaking laugh as he yanks your mouth off his cock, leaving you gasping, lips swollen, eyes dazed.

"are you fucking serious?" he drawls, staring down at the wet patch spreading beneath you. his chest still shakes with laughter as he grips your jaw, tilting your face up to him. "you got that excited just from sucking my cock?"

yo whimper, cheeks burning with embarrassment, thighs still trembling as the aftermath shudders through you.

"goddamn, pup." rafe swipes his thumb over your wet, spit-slick lips, smirking. "got yourself all worked up, huh? s’fuckin’ pathetic."

his hand slips down, fingers tilting your chin up further, forcing you to look at him, his cock still heavy and unsatisfied in front of you.

"guess you better clean up your mess," he murmurs, dragging the tip along your cheek, smearing your own spit across your skin. "and this time? try not to fucking cream yourself before i even touch you."

i would like to see this reddit post from rafe…

r/confession

u/countryclub24 • 2h

I’ve been fucking my twin sister for three years and have no intention of stopping.

People think we’re crazy but idk. It all started when I got back from college after flunking out… She was the only one in the fam that didn’t fucking hate me after that. And listen I love the girl to death but she was always a weirdo. She doesn’t get along with other girls her age and she takes it hard when I’m not around. She’s desperate for me. I’m just being a good brother. I mean fuck, who would want to see their twin sister sad? trust me. I could go out and get so much pussy if I wanted to but something about her pulls me in. There’s a crazy connection. And of course I don’t want her to be alone. sure, I thought about fucking her way before we actually did anyway lmfao. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault she got hooked on coke either but that’s another story.

Out of all three kids which is the biggest cockblock and the one always trying to sleep in mama and daddy’s bed at night 😭😂

omg it’s wren for sure. she has the absolute worst timing, too. it’s always when the lights are off and rafe’s hand is sliding up your thigh, tugging down your underwear. that low growl in his throat starting to turn into a “c’mere, baby…” and you’re just about to climb on top—

CREEAAAK.

the bedroom door slowly opens like a damn horror movie. and there she is. in all her glory—unicorn jammie’s & paw patrol stuffie clasped tightly in her hands. “dada? mama? can i sweep wiff you?”

you and rafe both freeze mid-motion, mid-breath, mid-everything. rafe just mutters “fuck me” and collapses back against the pillow, arms flung over his face. she’s already climbing into the bed like she owns it.

and oh—she doesn’t curl up sweetly and sleep between you two. no. she lays perpendicular. one foot in rafe’s side. one elbow digging into your boob. head on rafe’s chest. blanket tangled around your neck, nearly choking you to death. kicking in her sleep like she’s fighting demons.

at one point she slaps rafe in the face mid-dream and mumbles “no i don’t want broccoli…”

rafe, half-asleep, just growls, “this is why we stopped at three.”