This Is Very Rafe To Me And I Just Had To Share It With You. Youre Absolutely Great!

this is very rafe to me and i just had to share it with you. you’re absolutely great!

“naw man just wait” literally rafe….. he will have a temper tantrum if he doesn’t get to fuck <33

HATE SEX WITH RAFE !

you and rafe had been arguing for about three days now, huffing and puffing whenever you saw each other and slamming doors around the house. however today, you really wanted to piss him off and get back at him. it was around 8 pm where you were putting the finishing touches to your pretty little outfit, layering your jewelry and picking out what delicious scent you would smell like tonight.

you grabbed your purse and started to head down the stairs where rafe sat on the couch occupying himself with his phone. as he heard the click clacks of your heals he looked up from the screen, observing the way your tits bounced with every step and how the volume of your hair sprung up and down, overall how absolutely gorgeous you looked. a loud voice interrupts you as you reach the last step, “where the fuck are you going dressed like that?” unfazed by the hostility, you answer. “a party.” you give him a short response, purposely to tick him off and you see rafe spring up from his seat, walking towards you. “a party with who?” he says while nodding his head and biting his thumb. you look up at him annoyed. “with sarah and kie, why do you care anyway?” you break eye contact with him and you start walking to the entryway, almost at the door handle. mumbling under your breath quietly, “so annoying like..get out of the fucking way.“

you knew better than to talk to your boyfriend like that, realizing it when suddenly your throat and hand that was reaching for the door, are held in a tight grip from rafe. “don’t ever fix your mouth to say some shit like that to me again, you hear me?” startled by his sternness you decide to push him more, just to see how far he would go. “fuck you rafe, your not the boss of me.” rafe twists his head at you, since it seems like your not knowing who your talking to. “yeah, im not the boss of you?”

..your now on the bed, your coily hair held in rafes hand in a tight grip as he abuses your cunt. he bunched up the dress halfway up your spine, panties lost at the end of your ankle as your knees pressed into the bed. your ass ricocheted off his pelvis from the brutal pace, and your eyes went half lidded from the pain and pleasure. “got some fuckin nerve thinking you could talk to me like that.” he had been fucking you for what seemed like hours at this point, his cock buried in your pussy leaking out white liquid. “mmm daddy m’so-sorryy! won’t do it again i swear!” you beg, your soaked hole becoming sensitive at every harsh thrust he makes you take.

rafe ignores your pleads, letting it really sink in and make you think of the way you acted earlier. “nah but you weren’t sorry before when you wanted to go act like a slut at some fucking party.” he bends down close to your ear, pulling your hair to level your face with his. “huh sweetheart? what happened to all that fuckin talk? i thought i wasn’t the boss of you?” you could only answer with sobs and cry’s from how rough he was being. your wet skin smacking together, sweaty from how good he was making you feel. his cock dragging in and out of your cunt making your head spin, “hngh..slo-slow down rafey!” he grips the fat of your ass and relaxes his pace, fucking you slowly as he runs his hands through his hair straightening his back. he ponders, opening his mouth to ask you a question. “where’d you learn to speak to me like that hm? never spoke t’me like that before so what happened, you needed some dick?” he waits for your response, still rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

you shake your head, “d-didn’t want to argue with you anymore daddy.. im sorry nd ill be good now promise!” whining at him, rafe coos at you, knowing you only did this to end the useless bickering between the two of you. “t’aw s’okay baby i know your sorry, i know your a good girl. daddy doesn’t like to argue with you either alright?” you nod frantically, happy that your little squabble with your boyfriend was over. “go on and cum on this dick sweetheart, just like that..” he admires you from above, watching the way you squirm as you cream on his cock. rafe put in a last few thrusts and pulls out, cumming on your back where your dress was bunched up at the top. it was a shame though, you really did look good in that dress.

i literallyyy check your page everyday, you're so consistent ily

thinking of rafe putting me in a headlock idk with his big biceps then telling me how much of a brat i can be and how he has to put me in check all the time

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awe thank u !! means a lot 2 me 🩷🩷

n ugh yum. he’d do it so randomly too, in the middle of the living room at tannyhill or at the country club, wrapping his bicep round your neck n lowering himself down to your ear. “shit, never listen do you? you know you’re real lucky you got me around to keep you in check. fuckin’… loose cannon.”

rafe yanking your dress down after flashing everyone at the party ( ≧ᗜ≦)

i'm soooo stuck on bunny!reader gettin too squirmy w rafe while he's fucking her n how if he just gently tugs on that pink cottontail plug, she's limp. absolutely out!!! :( just like that. it's sooo easy and i think that's part of why rafe loves it - 🍓

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you just get so fussy sometimes, squirming and whining when he’s pummelling your slick little hole— relentlessly holding you down and pounding you after a long day of you simply not listening. it wasn’t on purpose, and he knew that. you were unfocused, too warm under the sun as rafe and the boys played golf. sometimes you just got like this, and the oldest cameron had come to learn that you often just needed a system reboot, that being having this particular mood fucked out of you.

your leg is cocked up on the soft mattress, plush ass jiggling and whole body jolting with each thrust he delivered from behind — swollen clit dragging on the sheets enough to make you cry. you won’t stay still, wriggling and writhing just enough to make rafe grit his teeth, forcing your hands to rest at the small of your back, your boyfriend using them as handlebars.

“stop fighting.” he warns, and you don’t stop— shoving your tear-stricken cheek harder into the pillow as you try to withdraw your cunt from having his cock buried inside. “hey.” he gives your ass a non committal slap, hoping the threat of something harder was enough to get you to relax. “y—you know, you got the easiest job in the world— to lay there n’fuckin’ take it, and you still make it hard work for me. ‘think that’s fair on me? huh?” he complains and you only whine in response, violently trying to free your wrists from his grasp.

he transfers the grip into one of his hands, and instinctively the other comes down to give the bunnytail plug that had been in your ass that had been tickling his pelvis with each thrust a threatening tug. without skipping a beat, you drop your body flat to the bed, a weak but satisfied groan leaving you along with a shudder.

“yeaaah. needed that little fuckin’ tail pulled, didn’t you? so god damn weak. y’really my slut, huh?” he punctuates the question with a winded chuckle, adjusting his hand to grip the back of your neck and speeding up his thrusts. to match the slap of his thighs on your ass cheeks, comes his own little grunt of exertion, quiet little ‘mm—mm—mm’s to match his speedy pace.

soon, you’re pliant — whimpering out relieved little cries as his base becomes creamy from your release. he’ll pocket that little ‘trick’ in the future to get you to behave.

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what do we think rafe would be like during a road-trip?

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i don’t think you’d call him by his name the whole trip. it’s just dad. bc that’s exactly how he acts >:(

u have been begginggg for an actual roadtrip instead of just taking the jet or something so he finally obliges n hires out this top of the line camper van <33 he thinks it’ll be good for him ,, getting away from everyone and everything for a while to spend time on the road with his girl !!

does his fair share of complaining, esp at first — saying stuff like “jesus, what is this… got me actin’ like… a pogue or something.” but he won’t tolerate any complaints from u, giving your thigh a little smack n saying “hey, brat — m’doin’ all this fuckin’ driving for you. least you could do is be grateful. a’ight? now have a nap. s’not like i’m goin’ anywhere.”

he got one of those trucks that have three front seats so that you can sit right up next to his side n rest with your cheek on his arm, or lay curled across the two seats at his side. no matter how grumpy he is, he’ll put a gentle hand across you when you’re sleeping whenever he makes a hard brake so you don’t go sliding out the seat <33

definitely a sucker for road head, letting you lazily suckle at his tip whilst he steers on the open road, humming in pleasure when you take him further. “fuck, could get used to this shit baby. gonna wanna fuck that mouth everytime i drive from now on.”

very very serious about directions n tourist stops n maps, constantly checking over everything with a frown, patting his pockets down to make sure he’s got everything. he’ll tug you along to walk at his speed, buy you icecream to keep you quiet n obedient, dusting down your dress for you when you sleepily stumble along beside him after lunch, your boyfriend ridding of the crumbs that reside on you.

whenever you cross over into a new state he’s flashing that expensive smile, charming the officers who wanna search the van. not that there’s anything bad in there, just that he thinks it’s a waste of time to get searched. he doesn’t even bat an eyelid when you sleepily call him ‘dad’ infront of the officers, but the uniformed men certainly give you a bizarre look.

the two of you curl up in the pull out camper van bed each night because rafe’s not staying in some dirty motel ! if you get all restless at night, unable to sleep — rafe will sigh n manhandle your sleepy body til your knees are pressed to your chest and the bed is creaking, van rocking. “even now i gotta fuck the energy outta you, huh? better get some sleep after this kid, or you’ll be a fucking nightmare tomorrow i—i know it. don’t want that, do we? remember how dad got all mean on you today? we don’t need any of that tomorrow, alright?”

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