Headcanons On Rafes Favorite Positions

headcanons on rafes favorite positions

18+ only!! smut under the cut

missionary

above all, he likes to look at your face

the way your eyes roll back in your head, and mouth falls open 

he loves the way your boobs bounce with his every thrust

and the way you look so tiny underneath him

his favorite is when you wrap your legs around his waist, not allowing him to pull out as he floods you with his cum

doggy style

again, he likes to see your face, so he prefers to fuck you in doggy when he has a mirror to watch your reactions

when he isnt able to do that, his eyes stay on your ass

watching the way his cock slides in and out of you as he leaves red marks on your ass

pronebone

when rafe is really pent up, needing to get all of his anger and energy out, he pushes you flat against the bed

your legs stay closed tight, squeezing his cock so tightly he always cums too quickly, but its perfect for getting all his frustrations out

his hips will pound into your ass, an obscene slapping sound echoing throughout the room

he loves to pull out and cum all over your ass and back, always getting turned on and ready to go again by seeing you covered in his cum

cowgirls helper

rafe isnt one to give up control, not even to you, so the closest he will get to letting you ride him is when he can also thrust up into you, hands on your ass, helping you move up and down

he likes having you balance with your hands on his chest, loving how small they look on his pecs

he alternates between slow and shallow thrusts and pushing you down onto his cock, making him reach unreal depths inside of you

ballet dancer

he prefers fucking you when hes got a surface to lay you down on, but occasionally he wont be able to hold himself back while in public, pulling you to any semi private place

he will hoist one leg around his waist while he thrusts into you, using his other hand to rub your clit

it gives him the perfect opportunity to kiss you, as well as leave bites on your neck, knowing when you finally head back around other people that his scent isnt going to be the only thing marking you

Coconuts

A/n: should I make this a series?

She smelled like coconuts, thanks to her signature shampoo, but that’s not what drew Rafe in..

She was seated at the country club bar, sipping on a pina colada. Rafe sat in the booth a few feet back with topper and kelce. “So you coming tonight Rafe?” Topper asked his friend. “What?” Rafe was clearly distracted, the root of his distraction? Her. He didn’t know her name or who she was, but he wanted too. “The party man, are you coming?” Kelce asked giving topper a look. “Oh yeah, whatever bro” Rafe scoffed.

He never enjoyed the parties, it was always an excuse to escape reality, do drugs, and hook up with random girls. But tonight might be different, she might be there.

“Yo top, whose that chick over there” Rafe nodded his head in her direction. “Oh that’s y/n. She’s fairly new here. Friends with Sarah or something” Rafes heart nearly leaped out of his chest. She knew his sister?

“Is the kook king whipped?” Kelce teased his friend. Rafe gave him a look that quickly shut him up.

“She coming tonight?” Rafe continued his interrogation. “I mean if you really want her there I guess I can ask Sarah to invite her” topper said. “No! That’s okay. I don’t need my bitch ass sister up in my business” Rafe knew that Sarah would not approve of him trying to hook up with one of her friends, she would claim that he would just corrupt her. But would it be a shame if he did? Maybe he didn’t want to just corrupt her, there was something about her. Something Rafe was drawn too.

Time jump to the party

Rafe sat on the couch, another bimbo in his lap. His hand on her waist as the group around him snorted coke, drank their beers and engaged in convo. Through the crowd he spotted her, he almost jumped out of his seat. He couldn’t believe she was actually here. Sure he had some hope she’d show up but it was small. “Guys let’s play a game!” The annoying girl on Rafes lap squeaked out. A small group gathered in the living room and people took seats and to Rafes surprise she was one of those people. She took a seat right across from him. He couldn’t help staring at her, the curves of her body, the soft features on her face, the innocent gleam in her eyes, oh how badly he wanted to strip her of that. Her eyes met his for a second and he quickly looked away, changing his demeanor to seem more relaxed and nonchalant.

“How about never have I ever?” A girl from the crowd suggested. Everybody agreed and the game begun, every so often Rafes eyes falling to her, the tight skirt she wore rising up every time she moved. Just barely exposing her pink panties, god this was painfully hard for him.

“Never have I ever been walked in on during sex”

A few people drank, implying that they have done it. Rafe watched as she took a sip of her drink, his eyebrow shooting up in surprise. She seemed so innocent.

“Never have I ever been arrested”

She took another sip, Rafes eyes still on her..

“Never have I ever been nude in public”

Another sip. Who was this girl? She seemed so innocent and yet this game is opening a new side of her. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as Rafe had judged her to be.

The game went on for a few more rounds, once it finished she got up and headed to the kitchen to fix herself another drink. Rafe watched her moves intently, deciding that this was his chance. He pushed the girl off his lap and followed in her footsteps.

“Your new here” she jumped a bit at his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. Just saw you standing here alone. Thought I’d introduce myself, Rafe” he outstretched his hand. She took it happily and smiled up at him. “Y/n” her voice was soft and kind, not like the girls here who were always so high pitched and squeaky, laced with bitchiness. “Pretty name for a pretty girl” he winked as her face flushed red, clearly not used to being complemented. “Thank you” she brought the red solo cup up to her plump rosey lips and took a sip of her drink.

Rafe was so nervous, he normally wasn’t like this when it came to girls, what was she doing to him?

“So..” he clicked his tongue “are you? New here?” He couldn’t think of anything else to say, his mind going blank as her eyes looked into his, turning his brain to mush. “Yeah. I just moved here. Have made like one friend and she invited me out tonight. However, she ditched me as soon as she found her boyfriend” she laughed to herself. “Yeah Sarah can be a slut like that” Rafe rolled his eyes not realizing what he just said.

“Hey howd you know her name?” She gave him a confused look as she waited for a response. “Oh-uh-I- Sarah’s my sister” he babbled. “Hmm, still doesn’t explain how you knew she was my only friend” still giving him a confused look and awaiting a response. “Fine” he sighed “I’ve been asking around about you” he admitted. “Oh really?” She giggled.

What Rafe didn’t know was that she knew exactly who he was. She was warned about him, specifically by Sarah.

The two looked up at each other. A moment of awkward silence shared between them before they both tried speaking up “so-“ “I-“ both of them laughing at the situation.

“What made you ask around about me?” She asked. “You caught my eye” he came in closer, resting his hand on the counter behind her. Trapping her between him. She looked down, smiling. “Hey don’t hide that pretty smile from me, I’ve been wanting to see it up close all night” he lifted her face up by placing a finger under her chin. Her big eyes staring into his. His eyes darted between hers and her lips.

He leaned in, lips centimeters apart, “Rafe! Where did you go?” An annoying voice coming from the living room. Rafe rolled his eyes as the girl who was previously in his lap walked into the kitchen. He turned around to tell her to fuck off, but when he turned back around to continue with his girl she was gone..

convalescence — pt. 6 — you are my home: vol. two

↳PAIRING: frat!rafe cameron x fem!!reader

↳SUMMARY: after getting rafe home, you experience both sadness + bliss simultaneously.

↳WARNINGS: [5.0k] 18+, mature themes, THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT AT THE END; creampie, riding - cowgirl style, mentions of the word good girl, emotional sex, electric love making, medical lingo, violence, hurt/comfort, mentions of an accident, major trauma and injuries, scared reader, angst, comfort, soft!rafe, anxiety, ptsd, heartbreak, childhood best friends to lovers, mentions of surgery, comforting rafe, mentions of nostalgia, court proceedings, mentions of sexual assault, eventual smut, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @tee-swizzle. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated. moodboard by: @wildflwrdarlin

The ride to your apartment is mostly silent save for Rafe’s grunts and grimace’s each time Ward does his best to avoid the potholes in the asphalt, but fails miserably. Rafe can feel the grinding of the asphalt against the wheels of the car in between his ears, despite the pain medication you talked him into taking in an effort to make the short drive more tolerable. You look at him in the mirror from where you sit in the backseat and notice that he looks rather green and Ward’s guilt stricken eyes meet yours in the same reflection as he hits another and a burst of anger rumbles from the pits of his belly. 

“I’m so sorry, bud. I swear to God the governor is going to hear about this. This is ridiculous!”

Rafe’s pained giggle both warms you and cuts you into pieces simultaneously. 

“You hear that, sweet girl? He's gonna call the governor of the state because we were inconvenienced.” 

He mocked his father, laughing. You smiled at his antics. 

“It’s rather silly, isn’t it?” 

You chimed in, meeting wards eyes again in the mirror, throwing a wink his way. He smiled warmly in response. Knowing your wink meant “he’s laughing, let him have this” — and so he did. You’d missed the sweet symphony of his laugh. Your entire body’s new accustomed tensed nature seemed to deflate at the sound. Ward took notice of it, smiling to himself at the realization that it was a super power only his sweet son seemed to possess. Long gone were Rafe's days of sadness and addiction at the wake of his mother’s death. Instead, his psyche had healed and he’d become the man that he always hoped he would; a man you deserved. He gripped Rafe’s thigh in an effort to brace him as the car in front of them came to a dead stop, slamming on its breaks. Ward’s attempts were futile, Rafe’s yelp the most disturbing sound he’d ever heard. 

“I know, buddy. I’m so sorry.” 

His apology was deeply embedded in his irises, as if it was his fault the moron in front of you didn’t know how to drive. 

“It’s okay, Ward. Let’s just get him home as fast and as safely as possible.” 

The emphasis in your words gutted him, but he knew you were right – that Rafe needed to be at home in the safety of your arms and your satin sheets. He watched as your hands wrapped around the seat in front of you, delicate fingers gracing the sun kissed skin of your boy. He melted under your grazing, fingertips sending a chill across his broken spine. 

“Just wait til’ I can get you home, pretty girl. Swear i’m gonna do ya s’right.” 

He said, seemingly not caring that his father was in front of you. Ward stifled back a laugh, assuming it had to be the numerous medications running through his veins. That’s the only thing that explains a statement so brazen. 

“Is that right? I think it’s the other way around, Cameron. I think I’m the one that’s got something special waiting just for you.” 

You said and Rafe’s sloppy, drunk, hazy smile did you in. You winked at Ward as his eyes met yours in the rearview mirror. He didn’t even know what it was that you had in store for Rafe, but he knew you had asked him to stay in a hotel for the night and he knew that you were an angel and you were going to take care of his boy like you always did. 

—

Actually getting Rafe into the apartment was harder than you had anticipated. He clung to you with a vice grip as he listened to your voice instructing him, his usual habit of watching his feet when he walks unable to be performed. It made you want to scream and cry right there when you watched him try to jerk his eyes downward. You didn’t understand how his hope hadn’t been viscerated yet but then you remembered he was Rafe – he was your Rafe – and he was always going to have even a tiny sliver of hope. You’d make sure of that. 

“Just listen to my voice, baby. Don’t try to look down, you’re gonna hurt your neck.” 

You instructed. 

“M’kay.”

He mumbled, as you continued to guide him through the foyer of your apartment. Ward stood closely behind, making sure you knew he was ready to lend a hand if you’d need it. His hands hovered around the two of you from behind like he had a supersonic beam protecting you from afar, molding you where you were in a bubble of safety. Ward had always been protective of the two of you. You did him in with your bright eyes and bouncing curls tied back into a bow the day his seven year old son came home holding your hand in his. He tells people he knew at that moment that he’d always protect you, but he knows that isn’t true. He knows that in that moment Rafe knew. But, he’s not sure which moment in which he knew that you were his new daughter, there’s far too many to name. Not many people meet their soulmate when they’re in the second grade, but he was so glad that you did. As you hone in on the couch, the promise of finally sitting makes Rafe ecstatic. He’s smiling despite the pain that’s written on his face when you pivot him and his back meets a very large pile of fluffy pillows. He’d always secretly cursed your ability to buy a new pillow for each holiday, but today he’s thankful as he relishes in the comfort of your decor addiction. You move back, Rafe’s hand still gripping your wrists, not yet wanting to let go. You marvel at the thought that he could be this hurt and still want nothing but your touch. 

“I need you to let me go so I can fix the pillows, sweet boy.” 

He grumbles at the mere notion of not touching you, which is extremely Rafe-centric and you seem to empathize with his antics instead of eliciting your normal giggle. 

“Do you have to?” 

He asks, bottom lip coming above his top one in his best attempt at a puppy pout. You’re sure he’ll start whimpering if you don’t give in to the dramatics now. Instead, you do what he usually does best – talk some sense into him. 

“I’m right here, baby. It would just make me feel less anxious if I know you’re comfortable and taken care of. Can you let me do that, please?” 

You lean down into his field of vision, his hands still gripping your wrists. He wonders how he could be so stupid, not to know how scared you still are. He can see it in your eyes as they scan his form, as they wonder if he’s real, if he’s still in front of you. Rafe’s never believed it when people say the eyes are the window to the soul, but he does now as he’s looking into yours and they look – sad. So, he puts his pout away and gives you his best smile. Sure, later, when things are less hectic and heavy, he will get you to talk to him about what happened to you. Because while he’s physically hurting, he knows the walls you’ve built up over the years will try to convince him that you’re mentally okay, that you’re not feeling an extension of his pain in your own body. But, he knows it's a lie – that’s the beauty of meeting your soulmate when you’re seven. 

“Okay, baby.” 

He replies, trying to nod again. Which, he knows the doctor told him is a no-no, but he can’t seem to help the way his body naturally responds to these situations, especially ones that you’re in with him. He can’t seem to break the habits or the sovereignty that these moments with you have over his life and he begins to wonder what would’ve happened had he not gotten another one. He watches you out of the corner of his eyes, his new favorite feat – because nothing can keep Rafe Cameron’s eyes off of you, not even the likes of a broken neck. Still, he watches as close as he can as your tan skin moves in sync with your hands, adjusting the pillows behind his head and back just the way the nurses had taught you. You took one pillow in particular and rolled it up before you put it behind his head in between his neck and the back side of his halo. They had instructed you that it would make him feel less like his head was floating, less like it was separated from his body. Naturally, anything that would provide him more comfort had become your forte, so you took their instructions and all they taught you very seriously, going as far as writing every meticulous instruction and detail in a notebook that you now kept on your person at all times. 

“How’s that?” 

You ask, your bright eyes searching his for any sign of discomfort. You let out a breath of relief as he presents you with a crooked, boyish smile. 

“It’s good, pretty girl. Can you come here already?” 

He asks and you grin cheekily, straddling his lap and plopping down gently. It feels good to touch him again and you marvel in it as you become hip to hip with the man you love. Your hands wrap around his biceps, who’ve not yet lost their muscle tone though you know it's coming. His brace doesn’t let you lay your head against the crook of his neck in the way you so desperately want to, so you settle with staring into his blue eyes. That is until someone clears their throat in awkward tension – that someone being Ward. 

“Oh, god! I’m sorry, Ward. I wasn’t thinking about you being here.” 

He starts laughing in response to your panicked tone as you quickly climb off of his son’s lap and scurry in front of him. You’re not sure why you’re stuttering over your own words or why you’re laced with fear at the notion that you did something you shouldn’t have in front of him. 

“I-I’m sorry.” 

You pleaded with him, wanting him to know that you were indeed sorry but his laughter catches you off guard and Rafe can hear you flick your gaze down to the floor like a puppy being scolded. He’d done his best to rid you of these habits that your father infiltrated your brain with, but some days were better than others and this wasn’t one of those days. 

“Dad.” 

Rafe growled, his tone warning and Ward’s eyes flicked to you, suddenly taking in the sight of your embarrassed, apologetic form. He crosses the wood flooring of your apartment quickly, his hands wrapping around your biceps. 

“Sweetheart – you’re fine. You are allowed to touch someone you’re about to marry no matter who’s watching, even if it’s my son. Okay? I’m giggling because you guys really had no idea I was here. You were so lost in each other. That’s a beautiful thing. I’m not upset. I promise.” 

You lifted your head as his sweet words, the tears you were about to let fall no longer clouding your vision. 

“Do you mean it?” 

You question. 

“Of course I do!” 

He giggles and it brings a smile back to your sweet face. 

“Now, I’m gonna leave for the night and let you two celebrate your engagement, okay? Just go easy on him. He’s going to be pouty once he realizes how much he can’t do in the next few days.” 

You nodded vigorously, throwing a wink his way and watching as he made his way into Rafe’s field of vision again, kneeling before him. 

“You take good care of our girl, m’kay buddy? I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He moves to get back into a full standing position but Rafe grabs his father’s wrist before he has the chance, catching him by surprise. 

“I love you, Dad.” 

He speaks into the air between them and Ward smiles, crouching down in front of him. 

“I love you more.” 

He says, placing a kiss to his son’s hand that was now resting in his own. He pats Rafe’s knee for good measure before standing and exiting your apartment. 

—

A short while after Ward left, you’d convinced him to let you change him into more comfortable clothes,which really wasn’t true. You just wanted him in clothes that felt and smelled like him, not ones that wreaked of antiseptic and the heaviness that had been over you since you saw him fall from the balcony. He knew you very well, so he obliged, his own skin feeling sticky and overstimulated from the hospital smell that lingered against him. He settled on letting you leave him shirtless and changing him into Nike socks and gray sweatpants. It was only after that that he convinced you to lay with him on the couch. Which is exactly where you’d found yourself waking from a nap close to four hours later. You were warm, that’s the first thought you had as you came back to consciousness, warm and safe. Which could only mean one thing – Rafe must be near. He was indeed near, your cheeks squished against his belly button as your body laid in between his long legs. You blinked your eyes open and your ears were assaulted by his soft snores. It made you smile. You laid there for a while, just listening to his even breaths, something you’d always been thankful for. But, now the overwhelming feeling of joy that laced through your veins at the mere sound of it left you dizzy. You’d never imagine fear would grip you as greatly as it had as you waited to hear about his status after his accident. You just knew you never wanted to feel that way ever again. Which prompted you not to move a muscle – simply basking in his afterglow, now that he’d danced with death and made it on the other side. His afterglow was yellow; daffodils and sunshine and so notably him. As you laid there with him, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d never seen color or him for that matter, until now. Maybe you hadn’t. 

After about thirty minutes of you admiring how beautiful he was as he lay there sleeping, Rafe stirred. You watched in ill stricken horror as he opened his eyes and his chest started heaving, forgetting in sleepy stupor what had happened to him. This was his new morning ritual, at least it had been for the last two weeks. The fear that laced his blue orbs was something that haunted you every time he looked this way. Because Rafe Cameron was a lot of things – but he’d never been scared before, not like he was in these fragments of time. You contemplated letting him come to reality on his own until his breathing became more frantic. That’s when you squeezed him tightly around his middle, careful not to jostle his injuries in any way. You felt the plaster of the cast on his wrist wrap around you as it caught the fabric of your t-shirt, lifting it slightly causing the hardened, once wet material to scrap your tummy. 

“Hey – you okay?”

You questioned, concern hidden in the octaves of your voice as you clung to your sweet boy like a sloth to a tree branch. 

“Yeah, I’m alright, baby. It’s weird, you know? It’s like sleeping makes me forget and then I wake up and I-I’m scared.” 

You roll over onto your tummy at the vulnerability he’s showing you. This is his first attempt at talking about his accident and the way it’s making him feel and you refuse to do anything else except listen intently and offer him your unconditional support. You moved your arms, crossing them underneath your chin on top of his belly as you peered up at him, intently listening. 

“What’s scaring you the most, baby?” 

You ask timidly, unsure if you really want to know the answer, still afraid that part of him blames you for – all of it. He must be able to read your thoughts because he squeezes you a little tighter and it makes your eyes wet. 

“Everytime I wake up, I c-can’t remember where you are o-or what happened. I can’t remember if I got to you before he hurt you a-and it’s so terrifying. I mean what am I supposed to do if there’s no you?” 

He replies, voice wavering as he starts to cry. You don’t think, you can’t think – you act; body lifting to straddle his lap and look him in the eyes. 

“Hey.” 

You speak softly, arms moving through the bars caging his head in to cup his cheeks. 

“I’m okay.” 

You speak again, smiling softly. His tears run streaks down his now flushed cheeks and his bottom lip wobbles. You haven’t seen him this innocent in years and flashes of the little boy you fell in love with are ever present in your brain. It makes your chest ache. 

“But, you almost weren’t and I-I can’t get his hands being on you out of my head, y/n. I’d die if anything happened to you. You know t-that right? I-I’d die.” 

He says matter of factly in between blubbering cries. 

“Nothing is ever gonna happen to me. I’m okay because you protected me like you always do.” 

You speak, bringing his hand to your heart, placing his palm flat against your breast. 

“Feel that?” 

You question, your eyelashes fluttering as you peer up at him from where you sat. 

“I don’t think feeling you up right now is gonna help much, pretty girl.” 

You roll your eyes in response to him and scoff violently. 

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Cameron. Take a deep breath and tell me what you feel.” 

You tell him and watch as he follows your instructions. 

“It’s – your heart.” 

He smiles and it’s a different one, it’s that of an excited child. It melts you in all the same ways his usual smiles do. 

“Yeah, baby. I’m still here. It’s still beating. You don’t have to be scared anymore.” 

You say into the air between you, reaching your head into his cage and kissing him as deeply as the brace will allow. He returns it with a small moan. 

—

There’s a sizzle, the sound of oil bubbling – then the sound of meat meeting a cast iron skillet. It’s amazing in two short weeks the heightened senses your sweet boy has come accustomed to. Like the sounds of his favorite meal being made, it’s something he finds himself grateful for. Yet, he’s even more grateful as he hears your hum. He’s zoned in on Olivia Benson in all her glory as she plays on the screen of your living room tv when he hears your feet softly padding across the linoleum floors. It’s funny really that this is your show – one you enjoy together and yet, he’s stuck in one position unable to move to look at you. It makes him angry and overstimulates his senses. He’s known who the criminal is since minute five and he’s bored, because he only enjoys reruns when you’re beside him, hands in his hair. He can see you there when he closes his eyes just long enough, your sweet smile in his peripheral vision. it’s so vivid; the way he can see you as he hears the movements you make – the scraping of a fork in oil as you retrieve the meat from the pan, the way you grimace and scowl as it burns your fingers even though you know that it’s hot. He can see you as you suck on your finger nursing the sting out of it. He thanks God that he still closes his eyes and sees you even when you’re not in front of him. He thanks God he doesn’t have to rely on the memory because he never wants to forget you like that. He never wants to forget you at all. 

“You sleepin’ silly goose? After I slaved over this food – I can’t believe it.” 

You say as you stand over him in mock exasperation. He can feel your shadow now looming over him. He grins softly and peeks one open, closing it quickly before you can see him. 

“It’s okay, baby. You sleep all you want to.” 

You reply, seemingly to yourself as you crouch, placing your hands on his chiseled cheeks, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth. 

“Such a softie.” 

He mutters, a sly grin ever present as he opens his eyes and giggles. 

“Not fair!” 

You pout, pulling away as you place your hands on his knees to aid you in getting up. He quickly has his hands on your wrists, preventing you from going anywhere as he giggles. 

“You tricked me!” 

You continue pouting as he pulls you onto his lap and you straddle him. 

“Not my fault, you just make it too easy, pretty girl.” 

You roll your eyes, dropping your head to his shoulder. His embrace is warm and all you want to do is hold him forever. You raise your head to look in his eyes and in them sits something you’ve never seen before – anguish and longing – looking like they go hand in hand. 

“What is it?” 

You ask, trepidation on your lips. 

“Just feeling really lucky is all.” 

Liar – you think to yourself as you reach your hand in between his bars, tapping his cheek gently before getting up to grab his dinner. 

“Where are you going, beautiful girl?” 

He asked. 

“I have a very hungry fiance to feed.”

You reply and he chuckles to himself. 

—

What feels like hours but is only moments later, he’s back to relying on the noises of your actions. The first one he hears he quickly identifies as scraping metal; the kind only created between a knife meeting a plate. This and the smell of his favorite seasoning told him that you’d made him a steak and you were more than likely cutting it into pieces small enough for him to be able to swallow. He internally purred at the thought – you cooking his favorite meal and chopping it up so he could chew it. His bliss is quickly taken away as he continues to hear the scraping; nausea over taking him. He’s not sure if it’s the screws in his head or not, but the sound is making him hurt and he feels like he needs to lay down. He does need to lay down. 

“Dream girl.” 

The words are not a question, they are a plea as they come out of his mouth and you’re quickly running into the living room, looking down at him as he closes his eyes. 

“Are you sick, baby?” 

You question, stupidly, cursing yourself for even speaking. You close your mouth quickly, rapidly running into the office that is just adjacent to where you are and grab the trash can that’s beneath the desk. You hit your head as you try to move at lightning speed from underneath the mahogany to return to your boy. 

“Shit!”

He hears you screech and he almost smiles – almost. He’s far too worse for wear currently to try to move even a centimeter. 

“Rafe, baby – can you open your eyes?” 

You question lightly, moving to wrangle him to the edge of the sofa cushion so that he can lean forward and vomit into the trash can if he needs to. 

“M’okay.” 

He mutters after what seems like hours. 

“Vertigo.” 

He says. You can do nothing but nod your head and before you know it, tears are clouding your vision. You wanted to treat him like the king that he was, sure that his favorite meal and a movie would put a smile on his face. 

“Come here, baby.” 

He says as you help him sit back into the couch cushion again. You look at him, unsure if you’ll hurt him, but longing for his touch more than you ever have. He doesn't look at you directly because, well – he can’t. But, he feels the force of your wobbling lip as he pats his hands against his thighs. So, you do what he asks – you crawl onto his lap, straddling him, yet again as he looks into your eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” 

He questions you, his uncasted hand reaching up to feel the warmth of your now flushed cheeks. His touch – it’s enough and the damn breaks; every ounce of emotion your body is holding inside is released in the form of water. 

“I-I don’t know what to do to make it better.” 

You squeal, sobs over taking you. Rafe is so shell shocked that he’s speechless. You look like a frustrated toddler, he notes; wondering how long you’ve been holding this in – how long the guilt has been eating at you. 

“It’s my fault! I did this to you!” 

You exclaim through tears and his eyes soften even more as he’s looking at you – beautifully, breathtaking, you. 

“Baby, this is not your fault.” 

His eyes are pleading when he says it, because he needs you to believe it. But he knows that deep down you don’t. He knows that he has to hold you until your cries quiet down and he does. He gathers you in his strong arms, which is all you really ever want in time like these, and he whispers soothing words into your ear as he pets your hair. He wants so badly to kiss the top of your head – marking it as another thing the brace has taken from him.

“Hey – sweet girl. I love you, you know that don’t you?” 

He asks after a while and he feels you nod your head yes against his chest. But, that’s not enough, he needs to show you. 

“Look at me, baby.” 

He commands softly and you oblige; locking eyes with him. He can see that you are longing for his touch but want to cower away, that your mind and body are in a balancing act of conflicting emotions. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You whisper. 

“You don’t have to be, don’t need to be sorry, dream girl. You haven’t done anything wrong. Do I need to show you that?” 

He asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. You can’t find the words as you take your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Words, please.” 

He says, though he knows that your body language is giving him a resounding – yes, please do that. 

“Yes.” 

It’s a whisper – but a whisper is all he needs. 

“I’m gonna need you to help me, okay sweet girl? Can you do what you're told, angel?” 

You nod your head vigorously in response. 

“I know you can, cause you’re a good girl aren’t you?” 

He asks with a bit more dominance, though his tone is the softest you’ve ever heard it in the decade that you’ve been his. 

“Y-yeah – you think so?” 

The question surprises him but your doe eyes don’t. In fact, he relishes in your need for him and his praise. 

“You’re a good girl – my sweet girl.” 

He coos and your eyes twinkle at the praises as they enter your ears and make contact with your brain. He can see the moment they do and he’s thankful that you still react to him this way after so many years, especially while he looks like this. 

“Lift up for me and take it out.” 

He instructs and you oblige, sitting back on his knees and pulling his pants down his thighs just enough that neither one of you will make a mess all over them in a few minutes time. 

“Rafe – are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” 

There’s not a sight more beautiful in the world he’s convinced as he looks at you; doe eyes looking to him for further instruction. 

“I’m sure, sweetheart. You’re not gonna hurt me. I’ll just need you to do the work this time, okay?” 

You nod into a sweet smile, leaning in and kissing him deeper than you ever have before. His lips taste like mint and cinnamon, like they always do and by the time you’re needing air, your chest is heaving. You’re not sure what it is; maybe the idea that he was almost taken from you forever, but your skin is itching. It feels more like you’ve been struck by lightning and every time he touches you it only seems to get worse. There’s no need for foreplay this time, the kiss – his fucking kiss – does you in and you’re wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. There’s no time for pleasantries, so you do what comes natural to you, you rip your own clothes off and sink down onto him. 

“Holy shit!”

He groans and squeals simultaneously. 

“You okay?”

You ask, breathless before you’ve even uttered a thrust against him. 

“I’m perfect!” 

He groans again as you adjust to him. 

“Good.”

You grunt out and begin moving up and down slowly, which soon turns into a pace that neither of you have ever tried before. He basks in the beauty of you bouncing in front of him and for a moment he’s thankful that he can’t see below your tits as they bounce vigorously up and down in front of him. 

“God – you’re so wet baby.” 

He mutters breathlessly as he grips your hips. You’re doing something interesting, the curve of your hips as you move – it’s like you’re writing in cursive and it’s enough to send him over the edge. It does send him over the edge and you follow closely behind at the squeal of his name. 

“Rafey – I love you.” 

You whisper, resting your head against his chest as you come down from the electricity of it all. 

“I love you more, dream girl.” 

He whispers back. Suddenly, it feels less heavy and you’re thankful that you seem to have him, you really have him. He’s in your arms, he’s real and you’re never letting him out of your sight again. 

“Don’t ever leave me.” 

You whisper, after what seems like forever laying there, just as he’s fallen asleep under you. Though you know he never would, not voluntarily at least. 

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clingy

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only! smut ahead, unprotected sex, p in v sex, public-ish sex, use of daddy

taglist: @user3729107491

“where are you going rafey?” you pout, grabbing onto his hand as he gets up from the couch you were chilling on.

“shh, it’s okay baby.” rafe laughs gently as you stand up to follow him. “i’m just going to the bathroom.”

“can i come with you?” you ask, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you really don’t want to be alone at this party.

“of course, honey.” rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, leading you through the crowd. “can’t be away from me for even a minute?”

“nope.” you shake your head no. “need you always.”

rafe opens the door to the bathroom, checking there’s no one doing lines or fucking in the bathtub before leading you in. “i know, baby, i need you always too.” he picks you up so you can sit on the sink counter, giving you a deep kiss.

you pull your knees up to your chest, leaning your head against the mirror as rafe pees, not shy in the slightest with you watching him, used to having you near at all times.

“it doesn’t bother you?” you ask rafe as he zips his pants back up.

“what doesn’t bother me?” rafe asks as you scooch over so he can wash his hands without getting any droplets of water on your dress.

“that i’m so clingy.” you pout.

rafe lets out a laugh. “clingy? baby, if anything i want you around me more. you will never be too clingy.” rafe dries his hands before grabbing your waist, pulling you to the edge and giving the tip of your nose a kiss.

“you sure?” you ask, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“of course i’m sure. i love you, pumpkin.” 

“i love you too, daddy.” you whisper, leaning forward and burying your head in his neck, feeling shy. “i want you.”

“of course you do.” rafe’s hands glide down your back to your ass. “you always want me, huh? always need your rafey?” “mhm.” you lower your hands to his pants, rubbing over his cock.

“we’ll have to be quick.” rafe says, “and quiet.”

“do we reaaally?” you giggle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out.

“yes, silly baby.” rafe rolls his eyes. “we are at a party.”

“everyone hooks up at parties!” you exclaim, fisting your hand around his cock and jerking it, wanting him to get hard quickly so you can feel him inside of you.

“don’t use that tone with me.” rafe warns, pushing your already high cut dress up, looking down to see you don’t have underwear on. you let go of his cock, knowing you’ll need to hold on the counter to brace yourself for whats coming next.

“my little slut.” rafe shakes his head. “did you know this would happen?” he presses a finger against your entrance, “did you plan this when you asked to come to the bathroom with me?” he shoves it inside, immediately pulling out and pushing in again, starting to thrust.

“i didn’t plan it,” you gasp out and squeeze your eyes shut as rafe quirks his finger to press against your sweet spot, “i wanted it though.”

rafe chuckles, adding another finger in, needing to open you up quickly and get his cock inside of you. rafe rubs his thumb over your clit, giving you a kiss to silent your moans.

“fuck me, daddy.” you pull away from the kiss, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“i don’t have a condom.” rafe says, looking around the bathroom like he could find one in here.

“i wouldn’t want you to use it anyways.” you say, “need your cum in me.”

“yeah?” rafe laughs, grabbing your ass and sliding you to the edge of the counter, pushing his cock inside of you.

you let out a quiet moan, a shiver moving through your body. rafe begins to thrust his hips forward, keeping you from falling backwards with his hands gripping your ass.

“feels so good.” you whine, gripping the counter with one hand and wrapping your free arm around rafe’s shoulders.

“this close enough for you now?” rafe asks with a laugh.

you nod, nuzzling your nose into his neck. you’ve been craving rafe all day and this really is exactly what you needed. 

rafe moves quicker than normal, chasing your lips to kiss you. there’s a sudden knock on the door, making you jump and clench your cunt around rafe, but he forces his movements anyways.

“occupied!” rafe shouts back.

“are you fucking in there?” the man shouts back, but you can hear his footsteps move down the hall.

“told you to be quiet.” rafe says, angling his hips so he hits the spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“can’t help it that you’re so big, daddy.” you say, unbuttoning a few of the buttons of his shirt, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a heavy kiss. 

“don’t wrinkle the shirt.” rafe says quickly, but then rejoins the kiss. 

you roll your eyes, but rafe doesn’t miss it, giving you a particularly hard thrust and then grinding his hips, making you wince as the pleasure is almost overwhelming.

“rub your pretty pussy for me.” rafe says, and you quickly drop a hand to your clit, using two fingers to rub in time with rafes thrusts.

“you’re going to cum for me.” rafe demands, knowing he can’t last much longer himself.

“yes, daddy.” you nod, rubbing faster, feeling rafes cock pulse inside of you.

rafe presses your lips together to cover your moans somewhat as your orgasm overtakes your body. feeling your cunt pulse around him, rafe spills inside of you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good.” rafe says, giving you a couple final thrusts as he your cunt milks him.

“i love you.” you coo, a tear escaping your eye as you feel yourself shake, knowing rafe needs a couple finishing thrusts, but you’re so overly sensitive from your orgasm.

“i love you too.” rafe kisses you. “so good for me honey.” he pulls out slowly, letting his cum spill out onto the counter. you cringe at knowing this is someone elses sink, so as rafe fixes his clothing, you hop off the counter and clean it up quickly.

“now you’re leaking out of me and i don’t have panties.” you pout.

rafe chuckles, knowing that this is exactly what you wanted. “i guess we will just have to go home then.”

happy august

study session

18+ only!! smut ahead

words: 900

college!au

“rafey, i don’t know how you expect to help me study considering you’ve never even taken an anthropology class before.” you say into your cell phone.

“i can help you concentrate! keep you focused, bring you snacks, hand feed them to you.”

“you know you’re only going to be a distraction.” you say, genuinely needing to study.

“okay, okay.” rafe says with a chuckle. he had no intention of actually helping you study. “how about a deal? you have an hour of solo study time before i come over.”

you look at the clock, figuring you could cover most of the chapters that would be on the exam tomorrow. “alright. bring snacks though.”

you can practically hear rafes smile over the phone when he responds, “i wouldn’t dream of not.”

--

“hey baby, you gotta be quiet.” rafe shushes you as you bounce on his cock again, textbooks long forgotten, decorating the floor along with your pens and flashcards.

“can’t.” you whine, knowing that your dorm walls are thin and the girl across the hallway is a tattletale who has reported rafe for sneaking into your room multiple times before.

“gotta, princess.” rafe says, bringing you down into a kiss to hopefully smother your whimpers and moans.

“trying, i swear.” you tell rafe, hands gripping his shoulders, nails sure to leave little crescent marks on his skin.

“i know, and you’re doing so good for me, huh?” rafe brings one hand down to your clit, massaging it and spreading your wetness around. “always my good girl.”

you nod your head quickly, loving the praise. rafe flips you over quickly so you are laying on the bed, keeping his cock lodged deep inside of you as he does so.

“ahh…” you let out a quiet moan, rafe’s cock reaching deep inside of you. 

“cum for me.” rafe demands, pinching your clit. upon release, you let out a shudder as your orgasm racks through your body. rafe closes his eyes as your cunt pulsates around his cock. he takes deep breaths as he waits for you to come down from your high, wanting to force another orgasm from you before he came inside of you.

“so good.” you place your hands on rafe’s cheeks, bringing him down to kiss you.

“i know, you got another in you?” rafe asks as he picks up the pace again. it’s already your third orgasm of the night, being given one by his fingers and one by his tongue.

“can’t.” you whine, pushing his hand away from your clit.

“oh, but you can, my love.” your boyfriend teases you, but takes his hand away from your pussy, gripping your hips as he uses your body to meet his with every thrust, a slapping sound no doubt able to be heard by your neighbors.

rafe suddenly pulls out, silencing your complaints with a kiss as he gets off the bed, grabbing a stack of flashcards from the floor.

“what is primatology?”

“wh- what?” you ask, pussy throbbing, missing the sensation.

“you said i would just be a distraction while you studied. i’m proving you wrong. let’s study. want me to fuck you? tell me what primatology is.”

“study of primates, like apes and shit.”

“language, but good job.” rafe says after he flips over and reads the back of the card. he lines his cock up with your entrance, giving you one quick thrust.

“what is ethnography?” 

“study of…” you let out a gasp as rafe thrusts into you, “cultures.”

“you’re so smart.” rafe praises, giving you a couple more thrusts as he reads the next card, “who was franz boas?”

“he developed a theory of… something.” you can’t think of anything as rafe’s cock pulses inside of you.

“cultural relativism.” rafe explains, tossing the card onto the floor, pulling out of you.

“nooo, rafe, please. fuck me and then you can quiz me.” you beg.

“then you won’t have any motivation, sweetheart.” rafe smiles gently, “besides, your test is in the morning, you need your sleep, and we are multitasking to save time.”

“what is cultural relativism?” 

you rush to answer, needing to feel rafe inside of you again, "that we judge cultures based on the standards of our own."

“good.” he coos, tossing the card as his cock re-enters you.

“what is stimulus diffusion?” 

“the spread of ideas from one group to the next.”

“aaand…” rafe prompts you, giving you a hard thrust.

“and the… the idea being changed by the adaptors.”

“good.” rafe smiles, “answer the next two right and i’ll give you a break… and let you cum.”

you nod quickly.

“what is acculturation?” 

“adapting... assimilation to a dominant culture.” rafe reads over the card and then nods, you summed it up well enough, and his need to also cum lets him give you a pass.

“what is the result of acculturation?”

“abandoning of original culture and um… uh…”

“good enough.” rafe tosses the rest of the cards on the floor, smashing your lips together in a kiss.

he thrusts up into you, hitting just the right spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

“can’t last.” you whimper out, bringing a hand down to rub your clit.

“cum for me, smart girl.” 

you immediately follow his demand, tumbling over the edge as your legs lock around rafe’s hips, forcing him to cum inside of you.

“there you go.” rafe hushes you as your body slowly stops shaking. “good girl.” he kisses along your shoulders and collar.

“now…” he sits up, letting his cum slide out of you. “what is biculturism?”