Please Please Please Someone Write Something With Rafe X Reader And Make It Like The New Please Please

please please please someone write something with rafe x reader and make it like the new ‘please please please’ music video! 🪩

it would be greatly appreciated if i could be tagged 🥹

REALEST THING IVE SEEN ALL WEEK

plan A: plan B:

i’m so excited to pretend i’m her the whole next season!!! eeeekkkk

i promise i’m okay guys pls 😭

why do his outfits always eat🤤

it’s not fair on my mental health how goddamn sexy he isss 😔😔

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I NEED ME SOME TRAILERPARK!RAFE SO BAD. #needthat #dreamthat

gotta give credit where it’s due because i can’t stop thinking about this filthy idea after what @islandclubchampagneroom @rafescurtainbangz said 💦🫠 am i messed up for this? or do we want more? 🙈

Trailerpark!Rafe who has lived a rough life and isn’t a very nice man. He’s mean, and real rough. Working shitty odd jobs to pay rent and afford a pack of cigarettes and a case of beer. You catch his eye one day when he strolls into the dingy office to pay what he can for the month. You sit behind the desk all pretty and shit, tits nearly hanging out of the little white sundress you wore. You would glance up at him with big eyes, red sucker between full lips as you couldn’t help but stare at him. You were the sugary sweet and naive daughter of the owner of the park, who had never had boyfriend let alone been touched by a man. Rafe could practically smell the innocence and wanted to ruin you, his blue eyes peering down at you through the hat he wore.

It didn’t take much for you to fall for his tricks either, so sheltered from the outside world and what a bad man he really was. You found him so handsome, not caring if his hands weren’t the cleanest or he smelled like cheap cologne. You couldn’t help but chase after him, following him like a lost puppy around the trailer park. You’d always come by his place, giving him a basket of sweet treats you had made, or asking if you could watch him work on his truck.

Before long he’d invite you inside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he sat back against the torn couch, your gorgeous little self practically humping him like a bitch in heat as his rough digits played with your drooling hole. His veiny forearm would hold you in place across his lap, giving your cunt a firm smack to keep you from squirming as he slid a thick finger in.

“Quit fuckin movin, gotta stretch this pretty lil thing out for my cock, baby doll.” His voice deep and raspy with a nasally southern drawl that only made your cunt clench for more.