#sub rafe

★. s1 rafe who loves doing coke off your tits and calling you mommy.

warnings—drug use, mommy kink, semi-nudity, pathetic pathetic boys, bit of mocking

You’re not sure why you always find yourself in this situation—you’re not together, and quite frankly you don’t even like the guy (apart from the fact he’s so ridiculously attractive the lace of your panties is currently sticking wetly to you) but you suppose being a hot, bored nineteen year old is enough of a reason for you.

Not the fact the sheer power you have over him makes the heat in your stomach burn hotter than it ever has and his desperation makes you throb.

You’re sat on the sofa in his room, frilly black skirt nestled high up your thighs, exposing the lengths of your silky smooth skin. Your shirt is elsewhere, having been torn from you the second you sauntered into his room—leaving you in your pretty lace bra, the one that made your tits sit just right. Rafe Cameron, King Kook (or whatever the fuck those braindead clowns called him) was currently nestled into the expanse of your cleveage. His slicked back greasy hair falling forward slightly from the constant movement of his or your hands through it, leaving it to tickle the skin of your tits just so.

The sounds of his loud sniffing filled the air as he snorted lines of cocaine from the plush cushion of your boobs, while you relaxed against the sofa like you owned the place, like you owned him. His cheeks were flushed a delightful shade of pink, eyes glazed over from the high. Eager whines muffled against your skin as he grappled at your waist, squeezing at you, desperation in each press of his fingers.

“Mh—fuck, mommy,” Rafe whimpered, dumbed out, the sound so needy and wanting no one would’ve believed it came from him, “been—been needin’ you so bad.”

“Yeah?” You hum softly, coaxingly. Running your bare thigh over his in slow, soothing strokes as he practically kneeled in your lap. “How much baby? How much have you needed mommy?”

A shiver ran deep through him and he whined again, at the sound of you. The feel of you. You. He pressed his face deeper into your tits, eyes fluttering shut blissfully as he inhaled the scent of you and the last remaining flecks of the coke. His brain was cloudy and disoriented—in that fuzzy place that only you could take it to. His hips squirmed slightly, seeking attention.

“So, so much,” he breathed out, his gruff voice having a constant edge of a whine in it as he nuzzled into your chest deeply, “n—never need anything more than I need you mama.”

“No?” You mock lightly, your tone soft but sharp around the edges, just enough to take pleasure in his floundering whines, just enough to make him simper like a bitch for your praise instead. “Not even your coke, baby? Almost seems like that comes before me.”

He choked out a soft protest, clinging to you tighter still and shaking his head against your cleveage—mind too fuzzy to argue verbally. He squeezed tightly at the meat of your thigh, leaving red handprints, in a subconscious claim over you almost. Trembling, pouty lips pressing into your chest reverently, a single babble of ‘mommy’ leaving his mouth.

“Not even gonna tell me I’m wrong?” You huff gently in mock disappointment, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his slick hair, the strands still tickling the skin of your exposed chest in a way that sent flickers down your spine. “Mommy needs reassurance too pretty thing.”

“I’m—I—‘s you I need, not the coke.” He murmured blearily into your chest, snuggled up so close into you it was like he was trying to get in your skin. The gentle feel of your fingers over his scalp causing his breathing to pick up, his mouth pressing more insistently into your skin as he withered lightly under your touch. So pliable for you. “You—all you mommy. You’re—so good. Nghh. So good. Can’t think.”

You cooed, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “That’s my boy.”

The praise sets him off, a whimpering thread of something almost keening leaving him as he fully moved into your lap, shamelessly. You know all his weaknesses. He buries his face into your tits, never removing himself from them once. His big arms wrapping around your waist, his large muscular stature so unlike the current whiny, whimpering, pathetic behaviour he was exhibiting.

“I’m—your boy. You’re good boy.” He sniffled through the coke and his emotions, fingers rubbing patterns into your sides as he laid on you, a melted mess of the man people thought he was. His brain was so fuzzy it was hard to comprehend but you—your boy, being your good boy. He would do that. That’s all he could do. Be good for mommy. “N’need to be—for you, mommy.”

“Oh, I know. I know,” you sooth, brushing your fingers through his hair still, your other hand on his back as you let him sit in your lap. Your boy. “And you are my boy. My good boy, my best boy—“

His brain was completely blank now, feeling floaty and trapped on the same obsessive cycle of you, you, you—he was yours. Nothing else mattered. Rafe nodded desperately into your chest, a continuous stream of whimpers leaving him. Eyelashes fluttering against your tits as he clung on tightly ‘mommy—mama—‘ and ‘need you’ being babbled from his delirious, pouty mouth.

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.

Rafe slowly thrusts in and out of you as he whines. He’s trying to act like a dom. Trying to act all tough but he well and truly is still the boy who will whine from a kiss.

But he had finally gotten something he’s been fantasising about since he first started jerking off to you at his desk late at night. You had plagued his mind. He can’t study because all he sees is you moaning underneath him.

He knows he has a lot of kinks. That’s apparent when he moaned mommy the first time you gave him a blow job. He really likes calling you mommy. Mommy issues at its finest.

So it was no surprise that he has a breeding kink.

“Wanna make you a mom.” He says as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s not fast, but it’s just right. He prefers to make love than fuck. Well that’s his excuse because the real reason is that you feel to good he genuinely can’t go faster.

And you feel so good without a condom blocking him from fully feeling your pussy. The way you’re clenching around him as your tits bounce up and down. Oh your tits. He actually drools over them. Like actually saliva falling from his lips as he looks at them. So the idea of you getting pregnant and then getting bigger. Oh he’s in heaven.

He whines at the image before placing a kiss to them. His tongue leaving his mouth to lick your nipple. The action sends shivers all through your body.

“I can’t wait. I’ll take such good care of you.” He moans against your breast as he feels himself get closer and closer. “You’ll look so pretty carrying our baby. Please can I cum in you? Fill you up? Please. Please.”

He’s practically whining as his movements get sloppier. And he feels so good in you. He’s big which was a bit of a shock. The nerd from your class who would have guessed? Everyone probably.

You nod as your eyes screw shut. He feels so good and you’re so close.

Rafe moans as he cums in you. Filling you up so good as his lips part. His eyes scanning yours as he moans. He is actually in a state of bliss. And all he’s done is cum in you and think about you pregnant. He’s actually rather pathetic but so so cute.

sorry it took so long to answer this! i was away for new years but im back and getting back into it now <3 i hope i don't disappoint !

req! 𝜗𝜚 mean-stepsis!reader gives sub-stepbro!rafe what he wants... at a price

c!w; mdni !! step-cest, desperate sub!rafe, mean/dom!reader, teasing, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, oversimulaton, degradation, humiliation, size kink, cream pie, rafe is referred to as 'good boy' once lol.

notes; sorry if this isn't great ! i literally just got back from a trip with my family over new years so i'm a little tired and i'm just getting back into writing again <3

you were walking around the house in the middle of the night, nothing but panties and a t-shirt on, everyone was asleep so it's not like it mattered. you assumed everyone was asleep until you passed rafe's bedroom.

the door was barely ajar but you could hear him groaning lowly in frustration, maybe he was playing a game or something and it wasn't going well? you shrugged and pushed open the door to find him with his pants pushed down to his thighs, semi-hard cock in hand with his phone by his side clearly lowly playing some porn he'd found.

you both got a small fright when you realised what you were looking at, but a cocky smirk slid across your features as rafe furrowed his brow and his cheeks went red. he tore a pillow from behind him and covered himself nervously.

"having some trouble..?" you taunted, now stepping fully into his bedroom and closing the door. rafe was sweating bullets, exhausted from trying to jerk himself off for almost an hour and not succeeding and extremely tense from your intimidating presence in front of him.

you slowly inched closer to the end of his bed, still smiling. he turned his phone off and shakily ran a hand through his greasy hair, "wh-what're you doing up?"

you shrugged, now climbing onto the bed slowly on your hands and knees, it was so easy to make him so flustered. he squirmed a little when you brushed his leg as you made your way up to him.

"so pathetic... you've probably been at this for so long" you said with a scoff as you took his phone from him, trying to see what he was watching which was evidently something to do with a blonde step sister, she didn't look too far off from you but she was definitely missing your tits.

"i need... i need help... please" he almost whispered, your head perked up and you looked at him through your eye lashes. "what was that?"

he sighed heavily, sexual frustration seeping through his tone, "please.. please, i need it. let me be inside of you please..." his eyes were glossed over as if he were about to cry.

you scoffed and dropped his phone somewhere on the bed before straddling his thighs, you put your hands on the pillow that was still covering his cock and before long your hands were on him. "rafe, you're gonna have to tell me what you want? speak properly."

his chest was pumping with every breath, eyes fixed on the way your hands slowly pumped his cock, "uhghh... please ride me i need to be inside of you, pleasepleaseplease" he groaned, reaching out and grabbing your wrist.

you taunted him with your smile before one hand let go of him and snaked over your clothed pussy, rafe gulped as he noticed the wetness soaking through as you played with yourself a little before pulling the panties to the side.

"you want this big cock inside me?" you said sweetly, now on your knees and hovering menacingly over rafe's leaking tip. he was rock hard, you knew you were the only thing that had that effect on him.

he was practically drooling as he gazed down at the space between you, with mouth slightly ajar to accompany the pure bewilderment on his face.

you sunk down on him slowly, groaning a little as you got used to his size, he might be pathetic but his cock was still huge. a combination that easily made you let him stuff you full again and again.

he whined when you bottomed out and wrapped your arms around his neck. "don't- can't move for a second... i'll-"

"shut up and don't you dare cum yet. i just fucking slid it in" you snapped with a smirk before deciding to slowly grind back and forth. his large hands instantly connected with your hips, gripping hard as he tried to hold back from how tight your cunt was squeezing him.

"nghh... you're so tight, fuck... please don't stop" rafe whimpered as his eyes rolled back, he had died and your pussy was heaven.

"you're soo pussy whipped hm?? so hard over your step-sister's wet pussy" you sighed as you began to bounce up and down, rafe's jaw was going slack and his grip loose as he grappled for control over his own release but to no avail.

"y/n...oh! fuck please i'm gonna cum- please let me cum? please?" he begged, hands panted at a hip and your waist. you grinned at rafe coming apart underneath you, he was so out of his mind drunk off the feeling of being inside you.

"mm, yes cum inside of me, you've been a good boy" you hummed, hands stroking his tense and toned chest. his lips parted and his body tensed up as his cock twitched inside you before a guttural groan escaped his lips, his thick cum spilling into you.

but you weren't yet done with him.

he attempted to hold you still as he finished but as soon as you felt the hot stickiness inside of you, you continued to bounce on his cock, rolling your hips as much as you could.

rafe looked at you with panic in his eyes as he started to shake, "'s too much- ughh! fuck... please-" he groaned, tears beginning to spill from his eyes.

you kept riding him, milking him for every last drop and making sure to lift nearly completely off his dick only to take him all the way in again. he had cum a for a second time in tears, almost directly after you'd let him and was now limp against the headboard of his bed.

you giggled at him, "so pathetic, you wanted to be inside me so bad and you could barely handle it. look how much cum there is"

he lifted his head up to look down between you as you rose off of him, holding yourself steady above him you watched as some his thick cum leaked out of you. he was completely mesmerised and too fucked out to realise it was all over his pelvis now. you grinned and slid his tip though your folds, playing with his release with a giggle only causing him to twitch again with little whimpers.

finally you swung your leg over and readjusted your panties to cover the sticky mess spilling out of you. rafe watched you intensely.

warnings: mention of murder, mention of a gun and small descriptions of panic attack symptoms.

author's notes: english is not my first language, so if something is wrong you can tell me 🫶

If someone asked me how I came to stop in this situation, I wouldn't know how to answer. All I wanted was to find my boyfriend, and then he was in front of me pointing a gun at me and crying. "Rafe, what the fuck is that?" Probably stressing over a person who has a gun in their hands wouldn't be the smartest choice, but I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

"You need to leave, you shouldn't be seeing this. LEAVE!" He was clearly panicking, and he was starting to scare me, but I couldn't leave him in that situation. Again I made an unintelligent decision and approached him, his hands trembling as I held the gun and pointed at my chest. "I won't leave you alone"

His hands only began to shake more violently, while his grip on the gun subsided. "I killed someone" He cried and fell to his knees, I soon put the gun aside as I lowered myself in front of him. "We're going to solve this, you're my boy and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you" I was scared, even more so when I realized I let him put a gun on my chest while him was panicking because he killed someone, but I could never let him know that.

"Did you hear me? You're safe, I'll take care of you." He hugged me as he trembled on my lap, all I could do was try to comfort him with little kisses everywhere I could reach while trying to think about how I would take care of this situation.

when you finally start talking with rafe again it brings him to the conclusion that you guys are back together. which also means being followed around 24/7 and a clear example of that is today.

rafe was already knocking on your door but instead of seeing you, your father opened up. rafe's brows give away his confusion. "morning sir. i...—" your dad laughs at his reaction. "relax rafe here to see my daughter i suppose, i'm afraid she's playing sleeping beauty." he looks down and sees a bunch of flowers in his hands. "a gift..sir. can i wait inside?" "of course."

the two men walk into the living room and sit on the couch, rafe places the flowers on his lap and looking around. sure he'd been at your house a couple times but he'd most likely be in your room or your dad would cut your dinners between both your families short because of tensions your fathers refused to acknowledge so he'd never actually made it to the couch.

"how's your father? business still booming?" your dad couldn't hide the faint scowl after he spoke but rafe wouldn't notice. "ward isn't very vocal about his operations." "is that so?" rafe didn't know how to answer because having arguments with ward just gave him more reason not to trust him. rafe's eye twitches at the thought. "he's not much of a talker."

"dad i need some cash." you trudge down the steps one hand on the banister the other rubbing your eye. "hey pretty." you knew that voice. the same voice that wouldn't leave you alone last night god you should've hung up. your brows furrow and your lips smack open. "mmm rafe?" he gives you a cocky smile but inside is trying to gauge your reaction. "when i walk back upstairs i'm expecting you to leave."

as you left rafe gave your father a nervous laugh. "she likes to play jokes on me...sir. 5 minutes if i could." with that he rushes up the stairs in time to stop you from slamming your door. "rafe it is too early for you." "for me?" "for me to get bothered by you yes." you open the door with a sigh. he walks in and places the flowers on your desk. lilies one of your favourites. "they didn't have the tiger shit you like so second best." he announced. "cute. but i told you i'm not good with plants."

he listened when you said that surprisingly but took it as an opening to hang around you more often. "forgot about that, guess ill just come over and do it myself." in retrospect this was the most he'd tried to pursue a girl let alone one he had before. "not happening." he moves closer to give you a hug that isn't reciprocated. "thought we were getting somewhere." taking advantage of the height difference rafe rests his chin on your head and you begrudgingly lift your hands to his back.

"i mean your dad still thinks we're dating. that's gotta mean something pretty." you don't answer because how else would you explain your dad's whole vendetta against his.

"rafe." you started, "we don't have to put a name on it y'know." you can feel rafe tensing against you. he was the one that says that, the guy that sends a girl home after telling her not to complicate things. they probably felt like shit after, he feels like shit now. "'m just saying maybe we just let things be.. things?" rafe blinks at the foreign words. "things?" he questions with disgust.

before you could get a word in or even a reassuring smile he steps around you and walks out. "things!?" he grumbles storming to the car. "hope your stupid fuckin flowers die." safe to say he wasn't letting anything be. he was always quick to anger especially when it was him being slighted.

he watched his phone ring in the passenger. rafe knew he was going to pick up because of his ridiculous longing for someone to finally try with him, to not take the first impression of being self absorbed little boy and look to the person he wanted to be. so when you called the second time he'd picked up on the first ring.

"i wasn't trying to hurt you. 'm sorry." the only thing you hear is trembling breaths.

rafe wasn't use to this. people apologising. meaning it. cars, a new watch or two that's the norm not actual affection. he pulls over as if that'll make it easier to listen. “my family’s going to the beach.”

“why are you telling me.” he huffs. “so you don’t show up to an empty house when you come to your senses.”

“whatever.” but whilst he's grumbling he's rerouting his gps.

the sun glittered against soft blue rays as water calmly approached you. you stared into the landscape not noticing rafes nearing. he stared for longer than he'd like to admit, the way your chest lifted when you breathed or the soft smiles you offered the view as if it reciprocated.

rafe sat beside you eyes fixed on the scene before him. you nudge his shoulder with your own. “what happened to mr cool calm and collected.” he huffs at that and adjusts to lay his head on your lap. naturally you make space for him hand tracing fluid shapes across his cheek.

“i thought we were on the the same page i don’t get it. why? why’d you not even try?” he turns his face into your palm. you could barely look at the poor guy his voice cracked pain evident in each word. you had half the mind to just grab his face and whisper sorry until your voice went hoarse.

you plant a small kiss on his forehead smiling down at him. "promise ill hang out with you for the rest of this week." you murmured and his brows rose. “and then you can call me your almost girlfriend” you joked but rafe just peered up at you from wet lashes and whispers a small “really?" “god your standards are low.” you laugh holding him tighter.