#sub!rafe

he’s been waiting for this forever.

watching you for months from behind foggy glasses and shaky hands, jerking off to the thought of you with his earbuds in and a pillow clutched to his chest, pretending it’s you. whispering your name like a prayer, like he’s ashamed of how bad he wants it.

so when it actually happens—when you kiss him, when you pull him onto your bed, when you say “do you wanna…?”—he nods like a fucking puppy. eager, dumb, eyes already wide and blown-out.

he tries to act confident. really, he does. tells you in this shaky little voice,

“i-I’ve seen a lot of videos, I know what to do…” like it’s something to be proud of. like his entire sex education isn’t a pornhub rabbit hole and three reddit threads.

but the second you guide him in? game over.

his hips jerk forward way too fast, eyes rolling back as he gasps, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“oh god—oh fuck—fuckfuckfuck, i’m sorry, I didn’t—”

he whines. actually fucking whimpers into your skin, clutching your waist like he’s drowning in it.

"y-you’re so warm—can’t—can’t help it—feels s-so good, I—I didn’t mean to—"

and then he just freezes, pulsing inside you, biting back a sob because he came already. not even thirty seconds in.

he can’t look you in the eye. rolls off you like a guilty little rabbit, red-faced and mumbling apologies into your neck.

“i swear i’ll make it up to you. i’ll—i’ll go down on you, okay? for as long as you want. just… don’t hate me.”

he does make it up to you. tongue trembling, nose buried in you like it’s his job, moaning every time you tug his hair and call him good. (he cries again when you cum on his tongue. it’s kind of sweet.)

sub!rafe x fem!reader

rafe cameron was a nightmare.

at school, he made sure you knew it.

he was relentless—tripping you in the hallway, knocking your books out of your hands just to watch you sigh in frustration, leaning down to whisper something cruel in your ear while his friends laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. he’d smirk, watching you with those sharp blue eyes, waiting for a reaction.

"what's wrong, princess?" he’d taunt, all mock sympathy. "thought you could handle me."

he was unbearable. arrogant. a menace.

but at home?

at home, he was yours.

on his knees, forehead resting against your thigh, hands gripping at your legs like he was praying at an altar. like he wasn’t the same boy who spent his days tormenting you.

"please," rafe rasped, voice wrecked, hands sliding up your thighs like he needed to hold onto you. "please, baby, don't be mad. i need you."

you scoffed, tilting his chin up with two fingers, making him meet your gaze. his eyes were wide, pleading, so desperate it almost made you laugh.

"you’re mean to me at school," you said, voice light, almost teasing. "why should i be nice to you now?"

rafe swallowed hard, licking his lips like he was trying to find the right words. "you don’t get it," he said, shaking his head. "i gotta keep a reputation somehow."

you hummed, dragging your fingers through his hair before giving it a sharp tug, making him whimper. "is that right?"

"yeah," he breathed, nodding quickly. "but you—fuck, you know it’s not like that. not really. i worship you, baby. you’re everything."

his hands tightened on your thighs, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, eyes flicking between yours like he was searching for mercy.

"then prove it," you murmured, watching the way he melted at your voice.

"i will," he promised, nodding so fast it was pathetic. "anything."

you smirked, pressing a thumb against his bottom lip, watching the way he parted his mouth, obedient, waiting.

"open up," you commanded.

rafe obeyed instantly, tongue flicking out, pupils blown wide with need. you leaned in close, letting spit drip from your lips into his waiting mouth.

he moaned. actually moaned. eyes fluttering shut like it was the best thing he’d ever been given.

"good boy," you murmured, running a hand through his hair again, this time softer.

rafe exhaled shakily, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen, and when he looked up at you again, it was with pure devotion.

"see?" he whispered, voice raw. "i belong to you."

you hummed, dragging your fingers through his hair again before tugging him up, forcing him to his feet. his breath hitched, body pressed against yours, his hands hesitant like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch.

"you’re gonna stop being mean to me at school," you murmured, tilting your head, fingers tracing down the line of his jaw.

rafe swallowed hard. "baby—"

"or i won’t touch you again," you warned, watching his face fall in an instant.

"no—fuck, i’ll be good," he promised, nodding so fast it was pathetic. "i swear, i just—please, baby, i need you."

you smirked, gripping his jaw, pulling him down until your lips were barely brushing his. "prove it."

he crashed his lips against yours, desperate, needy, like he’d been starving for you. his hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss like he couldn’t stand the thought of any space between you.

he kissed you like he had something to make up for. like he was trying to replace every cruel word, every shove in the hallway, every cocky smirk with the way he moaned against your lips, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held onto you.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he whimpered, hips stuttering forward, pressing even closer.

"please," he murmured between kisses, lips moving desperately against yours. "please, baby, tell me you forgive me."

you smirked against his mouth. "are you gonna behave?"

"yes," he breathed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck. "i’ll be so good, baby. promise."

you sighed, dragging your nails lightly down his back, and he shivered. "fine. i forgive you."

rafe groaned, arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let go. "thank you, thank you," he murmured, lips pressing against every inch of skin he could reach.

you rolled your eyes, shoving him back onto the bed. he let out a little yelp before you climbed on top of him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your chest.

"’m sorry," he mumbled again, voice muffled against your skin. "you’re so soft, baby. let me stay here forever."

you laughed, fingers threading through his hair. "needy," you teased.

rafe hummed, nuzzling closer, lips pressing against the swell of your chest. "only for you," he whispered, voice soft, content.

point of view. ⸝⸝ ❝ i like the way you hurt me ❞

you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, and the second you sink down onto his cock he groans like you’ve punched the air out of his lungs. you don’t give him time to adjust. you roll your hips hard, taking him deep, and your palm cracks across his cheek hard enough to snap his head to the side. rafe’s eyes flash, he doesn’t flinch away. he turns back into it, jaw tight, and his hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s trying to anchor himself.

you slap him again, this time harder. the sound is sharp in the room. a red mark blooms across his skin. he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking up into you, and you feel him throb inside you. you grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back, forcing his throat to arch. you lean down and bite the side of his neck, teeth sinking in just shy of breaking skin. he makes a broken sound, half pain, half something darker, and his hands roam higher, palms sliding over your hips, your waist, your ribs, greedy and restless. he’s not trying to take control. he’s just touching you everywhere he can reach while you hurt him.

you ride him harder, thighs burning, and every time you drop down you dig your nails into his chest. red lines bloom under your fingertips. he arches into it, breath coming short and ragged. when you slap him again, open handed across the other cheek, his cock kicks inside you and a low, wrecked sound rips out of him. his hands never stop moving. they’re everywhere at once, squeezing your ass, sliding up your back, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, fingers curling around your waist like he can’t stand not having some part of you under his palms. he doesn’t hit you back, he just holds on, touches, grips, like the pain you’re giving him is the only thing keeping him grounded.

you yank his hair again, harder this time, forcing his head up so he has no choice but to look at you. his eyes are glassy, pupils blown, lips parted. a thin smear of blood from where your teeth caught him earlier sits at the corner of his mouth. he doesn’t look away. “i like the way you hurt me.” he said. you huff a laugh out, still rolling your hips, still grinding down onto him until it makes him wince. “oh yeah?” you taunt, and he nods, once, slow. his eyes locked on yours the whole time, like he’s daring you to make it worse.

“that’s sad.” you say it low, almost soft, and then you make it worse for him on purpose. you slap him again, harder than before, open palm cracking across the same cheek you already marked. the sound is louder this time. his head jerks to the side and a sharp, punched out sound leaves his throat. before he can even turn back you grab his hair with both hands and yank, forcing his neck into a brutal arch. you lean down and sink your teeth into the hinge of his jaw, biting deep enough that he flinches hard beneath you. his whole body jerks. his cock twitches inside you like the pain just shoved him closer to the edge.

“fuck—” he gasps, voice rough and broken, but he doesn’t try to stop you. his hands just tighten on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, then sliding up your back, palms dragging over your skin like he needs the contact to stay sane. one hand finds the nape of your neck and stays there, not pulling, just holding, thumb stroking the side of your throat even while you’re hurting him.

you ride him meaner. every drop of your hips is sharp, deliberate, taking him as deep as he’ll go and grinding down until his breath stutters. you dig your nails into his shoulders and drag them down his chest in long, burning lines, skin breaks in a few places, little beads of blood well up. he arches into it like he can’t help himself, a low, wrecked moan spilling out of him. his eyes are glassy when they find yours again, mouth open, breathing hard through the sting.

you slap him one more time, across the mouth this time, hard enough that his lip splits against his teeth. the copper taste hits both of you when you lean down and kiss him open mouthed and filthy. he kisses back like he’s starving for it, hands roaming everywhere at once: your thighs, your waist, the soft undersides of your breasts, the curve of your ass. he’s touching you like he can’t decide where he needs his hands most, like the only thing keeping him from falling apart is having as much of you under his palms as possible while you keep tearing into him.

he doesn’t fight the pain. he takes it. he leans into every slap, every pull, every bite, hips stuttering up to meet yours even when it makes the ache worse. a shaky sound leaves him when you yank his head back again by the hair and force him to look at you, eyes watering slightly from the sharp tug. “harder,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “please—” he begs. you don’t make him ask twice, you go harder.

your hand cracks across his face again, once, twice, each slap louder than the last, the sting blooming hot across his already marked skin. he groans into it, the sound punched out of him as his hips snap up harder into you, fucking up into the tight heat of you like the pain is only making him need it more. you feel every thrust, deep and rough, and still you punish him for it. you yank his hair so hard his scalp burns and force his head back, then lean down and kiss him messy, open mouthed, wet, teeth clashing. it’s sloppy and desperate, spit and the faint copper taste of his split lip mixing between you. he kisses back just as filthy, tongue sliding against yours, a broken moan vibrating into your mouth every time you grind down harder on his cock.

“fuck—look at you,” you mutter against his lips, still riding him mean, nails dragging fresh red lines down his chest. “taking it like you were made for it.” you add. he groans again, deeper this time, the sound rough and needy as he thrusts up harder to meet you. his hands never stop moving, palms sliding over your back, squeezing your ass, fingers spanning your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts like he can’t get enough of the feel of you even while you’re tearing into him.

“i am,” he rasps, voice wrecked, eyes locked on yours when you pull back just enough to look at him. “made for this.” he confirms. his hips snap up again, harder, punching a sharp sound out of both of you. “doesn’t even feel wrong anymore.” he continues on. you slap him for that, open palm across his cheek, hard enough that his head turns, and he just groans into the sting, fucking up into you even more desperately. you kiss him again, messier this time, biting at his bottom lip and sucking on it until he whimpers into your mouth. your hand stays fisted in his hair, keeping him right where you want him, while the other digs nails into his shoulder hard enough to break skin again.

“pathetic,” you breathe against his mouth, still grinding down, still taking every hard thrust he gives you. “you like it that much?” you ask. “yes—” he gasps, the word almost a sob as you yank his head back further and sink your teeth into the side of his throat. his whole body jerks beneath you, cock throbbing deep inside you, hands clutching at your hips like he’s trying to pull you even closer. “yes—fuck—keep going.” he pleads.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀 ✦

pov. diamonds are a man’s bestfriend too

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, southern!reader, suga!mama!reader, suga!baby!rafe, suggestive start, praising, no proof read, riding, teasing, reader gently slaps rafe

rafe’s lips trail slow and warm along the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as the sheets tangle around your bodies in the dim morning light. he’s pressed close, one arm draped heavy over your waist, holding you like he never plans to let go.

every kiss is lazy, deliberate, sending little sparks down your spine while his fingers trace lazy circles on your hip.

you feel him smile against your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch. “baby,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep and something else. “can i get something from you?”

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, that cocky little smirk playing on his lips, but his gaze is softer, almost pleading in the way only you ever see. “just a little help with that thing i told you about last night… i swear i’ll make it worth your while.” his mouth returns to your neck, kissing deeper this time, like he’s already trying to sweeten the ask.

you lift a brow, tilting your head just enough to catch his eye. “what do you want? a new truck?” you ask, voice still husky from the way he’s been kissing you.

rafe chuckles softly against your skin, the sound vibrating through you as he nips at your collarbone. “nah, not a truck this time,” he says, pulling back with that signature smirk, eyes gleaming. “though i wouldn’t say no if you offered. i was thinking more like…” he starts, before pausing.

“that watch i showed you last week. the one with the black face. figured it’d look good when i’m out with you, you know? keep me looking sharp for you.” he leans in again, pressing a slower, open mouthed kiss right below your ear. “c’mon, i’ll earn it. whatever you want tonight.” he reassured you.

later that afternoon the two of you step into the quiet luxury of the upscale watch boutique downtown. you’re wearing a sleek black designer dress that hugs your curves perfectly, the expensive silk falling just above your knees with a subtle slit up the side.

layered over it are your usual statement pieces: a thick diamond necklace dripping with flawless stones that catch every bit of light, matching drop earrings, stacked bracelets on both wrists, and a few bold rings that scream old money. your heels click against the marble floor as you walk arm in arm with rafe.

the sales associate, a polished older man in a tailored suit, brings out the watch rafe had been eyeing. he places it carefully on the velvet tray under the soft lighting. “this is the limited edition model,” he says smoothly. “exquisite craftsmanship. the price comes to one hundred and twenty five thousand dollars.” he explains to you both.

rafe glances at you, trying to play it cool but you catch the slight tension in his jaw. you don’t even blink. “we’ll take it,” you say casually, already reaching for your black card. “wrap it up nicely for him.” you request.

the associate nods without missing a beat, but rafe’s hand tightens on your waist, his thumb brushing the silk of your dress. “damn” he murmurs close to your ear once the man steps away, voice low and grateful. “you didn’t even hesitate.”

you turn your head slightly, lips curving into a small smirk as you meet his gaze. “have it be motivation for you to make up this tiny gap in my bank account,” you reply, voice smooth and teasing, your fingers lightly tracing the lapel of his shirt.

rafe lets out a low laugh as he pulls you a little closer. “yes ma’am. i’ll start tonight,” he promises, voice dropping even lower.

that night the bedroom is dim, lit only by the city glow filtering through the floor to ceiling windows. your thighs are straddling rafe’s hips as you ride him slow and deep, controlling every roll of your hips. the new watch sits heavy on his wrist, the only thing he’s still wearing while you keep him pinned beneath you.

his hands grip your waist tight, fingers digging in like he’s fighting to keep some control, but his body is already trembling under you.

“fuck… baby,” rafe gasps out, head tipping back against the pillows, eyes half lidded and desperate. his hips buck up trying to meet your pace but he keeps falling short, struggling to match the rhythm you set.

you smile down at him, one hand pressed to his chest to hold him down as you grind harder, taking him deeper. “look at you,” you tease, voice low and sweet, rolling your hips in a torturously slow circle. “can’t even keep up with me after all that big talk earlier. is this the best my pretty boy can do?” you taunt.

rafe whines softly, cheeks flushed as he tries to thrust up again, chasing the heat of you. “shit— i’m trying… you feel too good,” he pants, voice breaking on the words. his fingers slide up your sides, gripping harder. “please… let me— fuck, just a little faster.” he pleads.

you lean down closer, lips brushing his ear while you deliberately slow your movements even more. “aw, poor thing. you spent all that energy begging for your watch and now you can’t even fuck me right?” you purr, clenching around him on purpose. “maybe i should stop until you learn how to earn it properly.”

rafe shakes his head quickly, a needy sound slipping out as his hips jerk up helplessly. “no, no, no! don’t stop, please. i’ll be good… i’ll make up every dollar, just keep riding me like that.” his voice is wrecked, eyes glassy as he stares up at you, completely at your mercy.

you sit back up, bracing your hands on his chest as you start riding him harder, hips snapping down with purpose. your fingers trace the shiny new watch on his wrist, tapping the expensive face lightly.

“this pretty watch looks so good on you,” you taunt, voice dripping with mock sweetness while you squeeze around him. “one hundred and twenty five thousand dollars just so you can lay here and struggle to keep up. does it make you feel expensive, baby? or does it just remind you how much you owe me?”

rafe moans loud, head pressing back into the pillow as his whole body tenses under you. “fuck. yes, it does,” he chokes out, breath ragged. “it reminds me… shit, i’m yours. i’ll work for every cent, i swear. just don’t slow down—please, i need you.” his hips twitch up desperately, trying and failing to match your pace, the watch glinting on his wrist with every helpless movement.

you keep bouncing on him, riding him deep and steady, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room. you reach down and slap his cheek gently, just enough to make his eyes snap open wider, a soft sting blooming on his flushed skin.

“tell me, baby,” you coo, voice husky as you grind down hard on him. “do you love how i spend my money on you?” you ask him. “does it turn you on knowing i buy you expensive shit like this watch just because i can? it turns me on so much seeing you this happy…” you add, moaning softly as you kept eye contact with him. “and fuck, i love how sexy you look with all my money spent on you.”

rafe’s breath hitches sharply at the light slap, a broken moan spilling from his lips as his cock throbs inside you. his hips stutter, trying so hard to thrust up into you. “yes, yes! fuck yes, i love it,” he gasps out, voice wrecked and needy.

“i love when you spend on me.” he admits. “turns me on so bad, baby, seeing you not even blink at the price…shit, it makes me so hard for you.” he swallows hard, eyes glassy and desperate as he stares up at you. “i feel so fucking sexy wearing it… all because of you. please keep using me like this. please, please, please baby. i’ll take everything you give me.”

you ride him faster now, hips rolling with purpose as you lean over him again, one hand cupping his jaw. “who do you love, rafe?” you ask, voice low and commanding, still bouncing on his cock. “you,” he breathes out instantly, no hesitation, eyes locked on yours with pure desperation. “i love you. fuck, i love you so much.” he rambled.

you smile, slowing your hips just enough to tease him one last time. “such a good boy. come give mama some suga yeah?” you taunt. you lean down and kiss him deep, tongues sliding together as you grind down hard. rafe moans into your mouth, kissing you back hungrily, hands gripping your ass like you’re his lifeline.

his body tenses hard beneath you, hips jerking up one final time as he cums deep inside you, thick and hot, shaking through it with a broken whimper against your lips. he keeps kissing you through it, needy and grateful, the new watch cool against your skin as his arms wrap around you tighter.

mira’s 1k special !

nsfw links under the cut

cw ; cnc , fauxcest , roughness , etc

son’s bsf frat!rafe x sugar milf!reader

based off this ask—trying to make rafe jealous

c/w: obsessive!rafe, manipulative!reader, dom!reader x sub!rafe, voyeurism, sexting, striptease, male masterbation, humiliation, degradation, jealousy.

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rafe’s pov

Damn, I could get used to this. It’s fucking paradise. I’m stretched out on the guest bed in the pool house—bare chest still warm from the sun, linen sheets faintly sticking to my skin, towel tossed somewhere on the floor.

It’s quiet now. Just the hum of the ceiling fan and the thick, rhythmic snoring of a few boys passed out on the couch after a day of day-drinking. Quick nap before pregame. We’ll stumble back to the frat around three.

Me? I’ve barely blinked. Every ten minutes or so, I glance at the main house. Waiting. Hoping. Just one glimpse of her pulling into the driveway. Maybe she’ll come home early. Maybe she’ll realize we’re here and ask me to come inside…

Hasn’t happened. But I’m a beer half-full kinda guy.

Still, who am I kidding?

It’s Friday. Sun’s setting behind the mansion. She’s probably closing some insane deal, running her empire, stacking money while I lie here like a goddamn teenager in heat.

rafe gets into a fight with his dad and finally makes the call instead of lingering

“you shut your fuckin mouth rafe! think you can step up for me? fuckin failure that's what you are!” ward's backed rafe into a corner now pushing him with every word. at first rafe tried to defend himself, y'know get a couple words before his fathers became too real. too true.

ward gives him a final look of disgust before pushing rafe's head back once more and slamming the door. rafe screams throwing the lamp beside him causing glass to skid across the polished wooden floors. “fucking failure my ass, i've done the most for this bullshit family. don't see sarah going out of her way to help anyone of us.” rafe continues to shout ignoring the fact that the rest of his family was still trying to fall asleep.

all he could think of was running back to his room and calling you, but he couldn't. not because you blocked him or anything you were too indifferent for that, and it scared him. scared him enough to not call for two months and fall back into his deplorable party life.

everyone noticed because even a blind man could see rafe wasn't as great as he wanted to be. the excess usage and anger, swallowing anything in a red solo cup like it was second nature. but no one cared enough to mention it and if they did they weren't ready to meet his wrath over a simple “are you okay?”

topper and kelce were fine with it because they finally got their friend back from the oh so evil witch that tried steer him on the right path. so as soon as rafe started declining the fancy parties or the borderline aa meetings they decided you ruined him. sarah barely interacted with him due to his violent outbursts becoming more common even when you were with him she kept a safe distance. he'd burnt so many bridges that the only ones that remained were pulling him further down.

rafe hurried up the stairs like his footsteps volume would cover the soft sniffles that refused to stop. to make matters worse whilst running he stubbed his toe and as per usual he made it a problem for everyone in the house. “fuck!” he screams. “stupid fuckin stairs.”

he finally gets to his room and scrambles for his phone before curling up on his bed and hesitantly bringing his finger to call the contact 'my pretty girl'. he didn't change it, couldn't bring himself to because somewhere in that twisted mind of his he held hope that you wouldn't leave. that you guys would get back together and everything would be perfect again.

at the same time he also knew you were always clear on your boundaries but one call for peace of mind was worth whatever punishment he got and if it was from you he'd be fine.

you're forced awake as your ringtone blares in your ears a single 'x' on the screen. “hello?” you yawn. rafe doesn't reply at first; sure he's thought about this moment a trillion times but having it play out the same as his dreams wasn't expected. “i need you.” he cries, trying to calm himself with the sound of soft breaths and muffled jazz on the other side. you roll your eyes having remembered you explicitly instructing him not to contact you again. it was only meant to be for a week or two but seeing how peaceful life was without rafe just extended your timing.

“wrong number rafe you need a therapist.” “no no no i just need you just stay on the phone...please?” his whiny voice brought a subtle grin to your face, after all begging is one of the many ways to your heart so you decided to humour him. “what is it rafe?”

he breathes raggedly in attempts to go back to his normal self. “my uh dad.” he sniffles with every word and it almost makes you feel bad for the guy. almost. “do i have to remind you of how good you're doing without me?” rafe groans forcing his head further into his pillow, after the breakup he'd spammed you with texts that relayed the same message of him not needing you and when he got no response he just got more embarrassed.

“i don't wanna be better jus' yours i swear. i promise i promise.” he repeats the words like they’re prayer tiring himself out every time he speaks. you let out a blithe giggle that calls him closer to the phone. “you were mine rafey.” your teeth caught your bottom lip. “but you're insensitive and i'm not.” “i know your the kindest most prettiest girl in the world baby and i don't wanna be me if you don't like it.” “don't flatter me rafe.” you purred rolling your eyes at the smile his words gifted you.

“you deserve it. not any of the shit i put you through.” “you can't respect me and not yourself rafe. its not good for you.” he groans “nothing’s good for me except you.” the two of you sit in silence processing the words just exchanged. “you wanna come over.” he murmurs cautiously hiding his face from the phone as if you were watching his every move. “now why would i come to you.” “sorry i'm sorry. can i come over?”

you pause already knowing your answer but to have him struggle with the suspense is an opportunity you couldn't pass up. “hmmm. but you’re not nice rafey not to me not to a lot of people.” your words were like a stab to the chest especially with their candied tone. he sat up quickly forcing his brain to find anything to convince you. “c'mon i gotta see you baby. i’ll be good i’ll be nice ill be whatever you need me to be. i’ll apologise to you and anyone you want i swear it.”

“alright alright just bring me some snacks will you?”

sure enough rafe grabs his keys and runs to kitchen grabbing any snack he thought you'd like. he gets to his car dropping the bag in the passenger before speeding off. he almost runs a red with his eagerness but who was to blame him he was gonna see his girl even if it was only for the one night.

the tires screeched against the gravel from your driveway signalling his arrival though it took 10 minutes or so for him to actually open the door. rafe spent the first five telling himself to be normal and strangling the wheel to death and the next pacing infront of your door which was entertaining to watch from the camera.

when he finally grabbed the key from under the plant pot—because you knew he was never going to disrespect you like that and force you to change it’s place—he creeped up the stairs bag awkwardly swaying with each step before reaching your room. “rafe?” he took that as invitation to come in but before you could give him a lecture on how he had to stay on the far end of the bed as tall as he was he crawled over to you and laid his head on your chest.

you laughed softly trying to push the man off of you but he refused taking you sitting up as the opportunity to wrap his hands around you. “missed you.” his breath fanned across your skin. “you’re not a dog rafe get off.” “don’t do that. i’d be anything for you.” “you gotta move rafe the tv.” “jus’ stay there okay tell me what to do.” he was talking like you’d dissipate if you moved an inch but who gives up the chance to boss the ‘manliest man ever’ around.

the two of you laid on the bed rafe still holding you like he wasn’t planning to let you move and ‘constantine’ played on the tv. your hand cradled his cheek admiring the remnants of tears stuck to his skin and his puffy eyes. “you get prettier when you cry.” all he could do was stare at you. your eyes, your nose. your lips.

he raised a hand to squeeze your face and kiss you softly. “need to stop watching this dc bullshit.” you laughed and swatted his hand away. “not sure you have speaking privileges if you like marvel.” squishing his own in return.

I think it would be really cool nsfw 46, but changing a little bit, using a toy(Fleshlight) on rafe.

at your mercy

sub!rafe cameron x reader

content warnings: explicit sexual content, sex toys, orgasm denial, sub!rafe makes an appearance again 18+ MDNI

a/n: ou nonnie, i hope this meets your expectations!

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The humidity of the island’s night clung to your skin as you straddled Rafe's lap on his expensive leather couch from what was supposed to be a chill night in. His hands gripped your hips, possessive and demanding, as he ground against you. The scent of his woody cologne mixed with something uniquely him filled your senses.

"Rafe," you whispered against his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "I wanna ask you something.” 

Rafe, already drunken with lust, hummed as he rasped, “Yeah, baby?”

“Can I use a toy on you?"

He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes darkened with desire and threaded with that familiar stubbornness that clung to him like a second skin. "Nah," he said, his voice rough. "I don't need that shit."