Ive Never Requested Anything Before This Is So Scary Omg

ive never requested anything before this is so scary omg 😭😭

rafe took the reader ( his gf ) to a party. she sees an old friend and leaves rafe for a couple of minutes , as she’s talking to her friend she looks over and sees that rafe is talking to another girl. a much older hotter girl. they do a line together and rafe gets a little touchy whispering in her ear etc. rafe gets up to go and find the reader but she’s locked herself in the bathroom. she confronts rafe and his excuse is “i was just selling. girls would so anything for that yayo” he manipulates her making it sound like her fault bc she left him for an old friend ect. it ends in them fucking idk lmao. you can go wherever you like with the story.

[ this is based off true events from me and my bf 😭 ]

i’m so sorry about this but i really wouldn’t like to write that as i write to make myself feel better and this would send me spiralling😭 i can write everything else though? and have rafe flirt with another girl but i don’t want to write the reader as insecure and the girl as the ‘older hotter one’, id probably write it as the reader becoming petty and bitchy over it and getting jealous n grabbing rafe away from her and then he starts to manipulate her? please let me know if thats okay and if not then send me another request, i hope u understand🫶

and PLEASE for the love of god break up with that man, you deserve so much more. there is a big difference in fantasy and reality and nobody should treat you that way💗

don’t mind me just replaying this clip of chris evans saying ‘daddy’ over.. and over.. and over again.

from weirdly specific asks 18. your boba/tea order? or coffee or other beverage if you don't drink tea or boba

i don’t usually order boba but if i do i’m really basic so i just get the mango one😭 but i love an oreo milkshake from tim hortons… all of their food SUCKS. except the timbits obviously but the milkshakes are to die for😩 i also don’t drink coffee or tea! i don’t like either of them.

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reblogging my highest rated rafe prompt😩

okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me

omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretation😭

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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.

rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day… when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.

“rafeeeeey.” you whined in a high pitch tone.

he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. “quit distracting me. what dya’ want?” he pants in the summer heat.

“i’m boreddddd” you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.

his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight “what’ve i told you about the whining? daddy’s tryna’ play a game here, sweetcheeks.”

you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes “can you teach me? please rafey…i’m so bored just sittin’ here, daddy please.”

he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.

“you know what? sure pretty girl, c’mere.”

you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.

rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.

“that’s it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.” you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.

you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low “fuckkk.” at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.

“rafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!” you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.

“yeah babe, daddy’s super proud of you.” he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.

he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.

you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. “daddy! wh-what are you doing?!” you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadn’t… yet.

rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.

“nice panties, baby. where’d you get em?” he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.

knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because that’s what wealthy daddy’s like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.

don’t mind me just replaying this clip of chris evans saying ‘daddy’ over.. and over.. and over again.//

He klls me and brings me back to life and klls me again... he clearly knew what he was doing 😫💫❤️🔥

he definitely did, the way his voice deepened? he’s such a daddy🤭