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"keep doing that and i might just give you a baby." rafe laughed before giving a slap to your ass. moans were slipping from your mouth and the sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis filled the room.

rafe saw your hands grip the bedsheets and thats when the palm of his hand damn near covered your back, pushed your arch deeper. "mhmm you fuck me so good!" you whined as you felt your legs shake. "yeah?" rafe teased with a little smile as he somehow digged deeper into your core.

"make me cumm!" you despertately begged as his thrusts got quicker. "your stomachs gonna look all full and round with my baby." he said. and thats when the coil in your stomach just snapped. you squirted all on his cock, leaving it covered in your juices.

"shit, baby!" he groaned as he came inside you. you could feel the warm liquid trickle out of your pussy as your legs were still shaking.

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warnings: smut ofc!, unprotected sex, cheating, and slight dubcon.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/N: 1 year anniversary to me publishing my first ever fic on tumblr!! My first one was a Rafe fic so I had to do it for my 1 year anniversary!!

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Written: April 20th, 2025- April 21st, 2025

Published: April 21st, 2025

Summary: Rafe finds you in his room during a party.

wc: 1381

Cowboy!Rafe when….

Babydoll!Reader cooks him food when he saves her from her boyfriend

Pairing: fwb!rafe cameron x soft!reader

Warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk rafe being cocky

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The phone rang at an ungodly hour, cutting through the silence of your bedroom. You glanced at the screen. It was Rafe.

You didn’t even hesitate. The agreement was simple—no strings, no expectations, just a call when one of you needed the other. You weren’t expecting anything deep or emotional. You just knew what you were walking into.

Pulling on your hoodie and slipping into the nearest pair of jeans, you left your apartment in a rush, your heart already racing for reasons you weren’t entirely sure of.

Rafe’s house was only a few minutes away, but by the time you stepped inside, you felt like you’d been standing on the edge of something you couldn’t pull back from. The door was unlocked, as usual. You pushed it open without knocking.

“Door’s open,” his voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the house, a tone you recognized as his usual cocky, casual self. You didn’t need to look at him yet to know the posture—the one that said he owned everything around him.

You stepped into the living room, your eyes locking on him as he stood by the couch, a drink in hand. He looked like he always did—laid-back, confident, too damn handsome for your own good. The only difference tonight was the dark glint in his eyes that made your heart skip.

“You’re here,” Rafe said, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze traveled over you, lingering for just a second too long. “Always so eager. You really can’t stay away, can you?”

The words stung, but you didn’t respond. You never did when he teased you. Instead, you swallowed, trying to calm the rush of warmth that was spreading through your body. He wasn’t even touching you yet, but you could feel the pull of him like a magnet.

“I didn’t call you here for small talk,” Rafe continued, taking a step forward, his eyes never leaving you. “You know what this is.”

You nodded, your throat tight as you looked up at him, trying to maintain your usual calm. But Rafe always had a way of making you feel small—no matter how hard you tried. His presence had a way of swallowing you whole.

With a subtle shift, Rafe reached out, pulling you close. His hands slid under the hem of your hoodie, the warmth of his fingers against your skin causing a shiver to ripple down your spine. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You look so sweet tonight. You know I can’t resist when you act all innocent like this.”

You blinked, heart pounding. Innocent? You weren’t sure if that was how he saw you. But in this moment, you felt anything but innocent. Your mind was clouded with the desire to be close to him, to be used by him, the way you always did.

But tonight, things felt different. It was almost as if he was waiting for something.

“You still like this, don’t you?” Rafe asked, his voice low and dangerous, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers moved lower, brushing the waistband of your jeans. “Tell me you do. Tell me how much you want me.”

You swallowed, your pulse racing, but when you finally spoke, it was barely a whisper, “I want you…”

“Yeah, I know you do,” he muttered, his hands sliding beneath your jeans, pushing them down just enough for him to feel the softness of your skin. “But I think there’s more you’re hiding, doll.”

Your eyes widened, a flicker of panic rushing through you. But before you could speak, his fingers dipped lower, brushing against a place you hadn’t expected him to go. The shock of his touch sent a jolt through you, your body instantly reacting, but you held back your gasp.

Rafe’s smirk widened, as if he could read you like a book. “I know exactly what this is. You like being bred, don’t you?”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the heat of shame flooding your chest. You were embarrassed, humiliated even, but at the same time… the thought of him using you like that made your body ache in ways you couldn’t deny. You tried to look away, to hide the flush on your face, but his grip on your chin forced you to meet his eyes.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he demanded. “Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you like that.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the truth hung on the tip of your tongue, and when he pressed against you, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I need it,” you whispered, the words escaping your lips in a breathless rush.

Rafe chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on you. “That’s what I thought.”

He pushed you back onto the couch with a gentle yet commanding motion, his hands quickly stripping you of your clothes. The speed of it had you gasping, but you didn’t fight it. You never did when he took control.

Rafe loomed over you, his eyes drinking you in like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. “You don’t get to be shy now,” he growled, his fingers sliding into you with a practiced ease that made you gasp. “You’re mine when I want you, doll. And right now? I want you.”

You closed your eyes, your heart racing. It wasn’t just the physical connection anymore. It was the way Rafe made you feel—like you were his, even when he wasn’t here. And right now, you couldn’t help but want everything he was about to give you.

Rafe’s breath was heavy above you, his fingers working with a sure, experienced touch as he stretched you, preparing you for what he had in mind. Every movement of his made your body react, whether you wanted it to or not. It was like an invisible thread tethering you to him, and you were powerless to fight it.

“You feel that?” he asked, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s me getting you ready, doll. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you? Don’t be shy. You can’t hide from me.”

You could barely form words, your body so consumed with need that all you could do was nod, desperately trying to catch your breath. His thumb brushed your clit, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your whole body stiffened at the sensation, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

“You like that,” Rafe observed, his grin widening as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips tasting like whiskey and something darker. “You like being touched like this. But you also like being filled, don’t you? You like when I make you mine.”

You could feel the heat rising in your chest, your pulse pounding in your ears. The words were more than you could handle, but they also sparked something deeper in you. Something you couldn’t suppress. Your body craved him in a way that left you trembling.

“I—” You started to speak but couldn’t finish the sentence. You were too embarrassed to say it aloud. But Rafe wasn’t going to let you off that easily. He wanted to hear you say it.

“Say it, sweetheart,” he demanded, his voice a dark, teasing whisper. “Tell me what you need.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, the warmth of his breath on your skin almost too much to handle. Finally, you managed, “I need you to—please… I want you to—fuck me like that.”

A satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest as he positioned himself between your legs, his body brushing against yours. “I knew it,” he muttered, his hands gripping your hips as he slid inside of you. You gasped, your body arching instinctively to meet him. The stretch was almost overwhelming, but the heat of his skin against yours made the discomfort fade quickly, replaced by an overwhelming need for more.

Rafe’s pace was slow at first, savoring each movement as he drove deeper, but it didn’t take long before his rhythm became harder, faster, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

“God, you’re so tight, doll,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours. “You feel so fucking good. Do you like this? Tell me you like it.”

“Yes,” you whispered, barely able to breathe. “I like it, Rafe. Please, don’t stop.”

The grip on your hips tightened, and you gasped as Rafe picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic, harder. You could feel him everywhere, your entire focus consumed by the feel of him inside you. The way his name fell from your lips—shaky, breathless—only seemed to drive him further into madness.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his lips grazing your ear. “You’re mine now. All of you. And I’ll make you beg for more.”

His words were dark and possessive, and they sent a thrill straight to your core. You couldn’t stop the moan that left your throat, the shame of your desire quickly giving way to pure need. You didn’t care anymore. Not when he was like this. Not when he was all you could think about, all you could feel.

Rafe’s movements became more frantic, more desperate. His grip on you was almost bruising, but you didn’t care. You wanted him—needed him—just as badly as he needed you.

“Don’t hold back,” he growled, his voice rough. “I know you want it. Come on, let go.”

The tension in your body coiled tighter, your stomach tightening as you felt your climax building. You were so close, so close to unraveling. And Rafe knew it. He could feel the way your body responded to him, the way your walls tightened around him, and it drove him wild.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin as he pressed harder into you. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

And then, with a final thrust, you came undone, your body shaking as the pleasure took over. Rafe’s name slipped from your lips in a breathless cry, and as you clenched around him, he followed you, the warmth of his release flooding you, his grip on you never loosening.

He stayed there for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his body still pressed against yours. The room was thick with the aftermath, and you both just lay there for a few moments, your heartbeats slowing as the haze of pleasure faded.

Rafe pulled away, but he didn’t let go of you. His eyes locked onto yours, dark with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Good girl,” he muttered again, his fingers brushing your cheek. “You did so well for me tonight. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you responded. You’re mine when I want you, doll. And I always want you.”

You were breathless, your body still recovering from what had just happened. But there was something inside you—something about the way Rafe looked at you that made you want to stay, made you want more, even if you knew it was dangerous. You weren't sure what this was, but in this moment, you didn't care.

Pairing: rafe cameron x spoiled!reader

Warnings: fluff

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The sunlight streamed through the thick curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. You stretched lazily beneath the warmth of the blankets, the world outside feeling distant and unnecessary. Rafe was still asleep next to you, his arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear the thought of you being too far from him, even for a moment.

You smiled, your heart fluttering at the feeling of being so cherished, so loved. It wasn’t just about the little things Rafe did for you; it was the way he made you feel every single day. You were his princess, and he treated you like royalty.

Rafe’s morning routine was a ritual that made your heart swell. Even on lazy days like this, when neither of you had any plans, he found ways to spoil you. A soft kiss on your forehead, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin as if to remind you that he was always there. His touches were gentle, slow, and filled with affection. Every gesture, no matter how small, had a purpose—to remind you that you were loved.

“Morning, princess,” Rafe murmured, his voice thick with sleep, but there was no mistaking the warmth in it. He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled down at you, his hair a mess from sleep, his eyes still heavy but full of tenderness.

“Morning,” you whispered back, rolling into his chest, your hands tracing the outline of his jaw. “You spoil me too much.”

His chuckle was deep and low. “Is there such a thing as too much when it comes to you?” His hands cupped your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“No,” you admitted with a grin. “But you know, it’s not just the gifts and things. It’s the way you look at me, like I’m the only thing that matters.”

Rafe’s gaze softened, and his hand slid down to your waist, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your pajama shirt. “You are the only thing that matters to me, baby. You’re my world. I’d give you everything if it made you happy.”

It wasn’t just the material things. Rafe made sure you had everything you wanted—designer bags, jewelry, spontaneous trips to places you only dreamed of. But it was the little things that showed you his love the most: the way he remembered the smallest details, the way he made you feel safe and cherished.

Later that morning, after the two of you had lingered in bed, he surprised you with breakfast in bed—scrambled eggs, pancakes with syrup dripping down the sides, and fresh strawberries, your favorite. “Eat, princess. You’re too pretty to skip meals.”

“Stop spoiling me,” you laughed, reaching for the fork as he handed you the plate. But even as you said it, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the affection he showered on you. His attention, his care—it was everything you never knew you needed.

“I’m never gonna stop,” he replied, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. His lips lingered there for a moment, as if trying to imprint his love into every part of you. “You deserve everything and more. Whatever you want, baby, you’ve got it.”

Warnings: (mature content (sexual themes), emotional vulnerability, angst, on-and-off relationship dynamics, slow-burn tension, confessions of love)

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The room was bathed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, its soft light flickering against the walls, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted with each slow movement. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of skin and something unspoken, something that had been lingering between you and Rafe for longer than you could pinpoint.

His hands were warm as they trailed over your skin, fingers ghosting over your ribs, down the curve of your waist. It wasn’t like before—before, when his touch had been rougher, filled with an almost reckless need. Before, when you weren’t sure if you were just another passing moment to him, something he could have and then forget. But now, his touch was different. Careful. Intentional. Like he was afraid you might slip away if he wasn’t careful enough.

You weren’t sure when the shift had happened—when Rafe had gone from keeping you at a distance to holding you like this, touching you like this. Maybe it had been gradual, so slow and subtle that you hadn’t noticed it happening until now. Until he was above you, his forehead resting against yours, breath warm against your lips, his fingers lacing through yours like he needed to hold onto you just as much as you needed to hold onto him.

Your mind barely had time to process the thought before he kissed you, slow and deep, like he was savoring every second. His lips moved against yours with a kind of tenderness that made your stomach tighten, your chest ache with something you didn’t know how to name. And when he pushed deeper inside you, his movements unhurried and deliberate, you felt everything all at once—the weight of him, the heat of his skin against yours, the way his body molded against you like he was made to fit there.

It wasn’t like before. It wasn’t just physical, wasn’t just lust-fueled need. This was something else. Something deeper.

And then, in the heat of the moment, when your body arched against his, when your nails dug into his shoulders, when you gasped his name like it was the only thing that existed in the world—he said it.

“I love you.”

The words came so quietly, so breathless, like he hadn’t meant to say them but couldn’t stop them from slipping past his lips.

But you barely had time to process them, too lost in the way he was holding you, the way his hands were gripping your hips like he didn’t want to let go, the way his mouth moved along your throat, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. The words got lost in the haze of pleasure, in the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered.

And then it was over.

The room was still, the only sound the quiet hum of the ceiling fan and the soft, uneven breaths between you. Rafe lay beside you, his body still tangled with yours, his arm draped lazily over your waist. His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles on your hip, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

You were still coming down from the high, still processing the way he had touched you, the way he had looked at you—like you were something fragile, something precious.

And then, out of nowhere, his voice broke through the silence.

“I meant it.”

You blinked, your heart stuttering in your chest as you turned your head to look at him.

He was staring at the ceiling, his expression unreadable, but there was no hesitation in his voice. No backtracking. No excuses.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured. His fingers tightened slightly against your skin, like he was grounding himself. “I love you.”

This time, you heard it. This time, it wasn’t lost in the moment.

You were still caught in the aftermath of everything—the way his words had lingered in the air between you, heavy with the weight of something you hadn’t expected. Your heart was still racing, your chest still rising and falling in uneven breaths. The room felt too quiet now, too still, as if the very air had shifted in response to what he’d just said.

“I love you.” The words echoed in your mind, their meaning settling deep inside you, rattling around your chest like something fragile, something you didn’t know how to handle. It was a confession you hadn’t been prepared for, not from Rafe. Not from him.

You’d spent so long unsure of where you stood with him. His touch, his words—everything had been so inconsistent, like he was afraid of what he might feel, afraid of letting someone in. But now… now it was clear. He was still here. And he had just given you something you hadn’t realized you needed: the truth.

You turned your head slowly to face him, your eyes searching his profile. His jaw was tense, his lips slightly parted, like he was waiting for you to say something. But what could you say?

“I don’t—” You started, but your voice faltered, caught somewhere between confusion and something else, something softer. You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. “Are you sure?”

He shifted, his eyes finally meeting yours. There was no hesitation, no regret in his gaze—only something raw and real, something that had always been buried beneath the layers of his walls. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. His voice was steady, but you could feel the vulnerability in it, the honesty that was so rare for him.

For a moment, neither of you said anything more. The room was heavy with the weight of his words, the truth settling between you both. You wanted to say something, to ask him what this meant, to ask why it had taken so long for him to admit it, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you closed your eyes, letting the quiet envelop you, letting the feel of him next to you, his warmth, his presence, be enough for now.

Then he shifted, pulling you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered again, softer this time, like it was a secret, like it was something only the two of you could share.

You didn’t say anything right away. You didn’t need to. Instead, you leaned into him, closing the gap between you, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe that this was real. That what you had with Rafe—whatever it was—was something worth holding onto.