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rafe making it fit ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

“rafe, it’s not going to fit,” your eyes wide, your heart pounding against the confinement of your rib cage.

“don’t be stupid,” he laughs maniacally, his deep laughter booming and radiating your bones. his eyes are trained on his large cock in his hands, pumping the length as it lines up with your entrance.

“rafe!” you squeak out, scared. your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents. he wasn’t even inside you, but your guts were already hurting just from the look of his size.

“would you relax?” he breathes out, his eyes flitting up to yours. “it will fit, just breathe,” his eyes focus back on his cock in his hand, the tip nearing your entrance.

you attempt to obey him, breathing erratically as his warm tip reaches your burning pussy. your body suddenly becomes more rigid than it was before, if that was even possible.

rafe sighs condescendingly, his eyes locked on your bare core. “y/n,” he breathes out, his eyes looking up at you, hooded. “just relax. i can’t fit if you don’t relax,” his voice is low and impatient. he sees your anxiousness and just how innocent and scared you look, “it will feel good, baby, i promise,” he assures, his voice barely a whisper.

you nod your head, attempting to relax your achy and rigid muscles. clutching onto rafe’s broad shoulders as you feel his tip slipping into your folds.

your muscles freeze up again, your breathing catching in your throat. you didn’t mean to, he was just so thick and long and… you were terrified he was going permanently rearrange your guts.

rafe groans, feeling your pussy clenching tightly around him. he leans in, bringing his mouth to your neck as his tongue darts out, nipping and licking at your most sensitive spots.

this helped you to relax more, sinking into the bliss and rafe takes his opportunity, sliding the rest of his length into you in one swift movement.

“oh, fuck,” he growls lowly, the sound eliciting something erotic in you.

your eyes grow wide and you clutch onto rafe’s torso like your life depended on it. you were so full, and in one moment, you wondered if it was even normal to feel this fucking full.

“rafe,” you whimper out, his cock dragging out of your bumpy walls before he slides back in with ease. his mouth continues to attack your neck, leaving purple bruises and trying to keep you tame as he fucks the living shit out of you.

haunting adeline has seriously awoken something in me.

𖥔 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ being absolutely cock hungry and finally getting filled up

⊹ boyfriend!rafe spoiling you in every way

⊹ breaking in your new apartment with boyfriend!rafe

⊹ dom!rafe masturbating for you

⊹ fwb!rafe using you however way he wants

⊹ he loves to appreciate your tits

⊹ he texts you for a late night fuck

⊹ letting him fuck your mouth after a stressful day

⊹ mean!rafe ignores you all day so you make him apologise

⊹ knowing he has to ease you into it because he so big

⊹ rafe eating you out

⊹ rafe fucking you after you were being a brat

⊹ rafe teasing you until you're a whimpering mess

⊹ rafe using your pretty little holes however he wants

⊹ sending a ‘thank you’ vid with the present he got you while away

⊹ thanking rafe mid-sex because he feels too good

⊹ trying to be quiet as rafe fucks you early in the morning

⊹ when he needs you so bad he has to pull the car over

touch starved rafe getting the hug he’s so desperately needed all his life <3 a rafe cameron x reader blurb <3 inspired by this bot by the one and only @pearlzier ! <3 cw: minimal swearing, mentions of blood, rafe being anxious, hurt/comfort, intentional use of lower case

“oh man…” rafe breathes out, his steps unstable with blood covering his hands and tear stains on his face as he practically stumbles inside your room.

“I’m… I’m so fucked man… so so fucked…” he mumbles, his words rushed and frantic. you rush to your feet after getting up from the bed, watching how he nervously paces in your room, his fingers slipping into his curtain bangs and pulling on the roots aggressively.

“somethin’s… somethin’s seriously wrong with me and…” he hiccups, his gaze fixed on the floor of your room as he continues to pace, and you watch him with bated breath, your hand gripping on the edge of your bed to keep yourself supported as you watched him with wide, nervous eyes, “and I don’t know what to fuckin’ do…”

you let out a shaky breath, a breath only audible to your ears as you continue to watch his nervous pacing. in your time of knowing rafe, you’ve never seen him so… fidget-y. you can see how he keeps on reaching for his nails to chew on them, his other hand nervously rolling a certain patch of the hem of his shirt over and over again between his index finger and his thumb.

almost suddenly, he quits with the pacing. he stands there still in the middle of your room, his back towards you. he quits with the fidgeting too, his both hands now resting on his sides, the blood on his knuckles now starting to dry up, and you can see how subtly he is flexing his fingers.

a moment of silence passes over you two. you take in a deep breath and it lodges in your throat as you start to take small, silent steps to him. you stand behind him, so close that with a soft nudge to the back of your head, your nose will press into his back. slowly, you bring your hand up, and as if he’s the most delicate porcelain doll on this planet, you place your hand on his back.

his back immediately flexes, and you hear him take a sharp intake of breath. your hand doesn’t move, your fingertips just gently pressing into the cotton of his shirt. a moment passes over you two in complete silence, and when rafe doesn’t say anything to you, you take it as a small sign and press your fingers firmer into his back.

you start to softly glide your fingertips over his back in an up and down periodic motion, and you hear rafe letting out a strangled exhale. your eyes flicker over his shoulders and you see them relax ever so subtly, the tense posture of them slowly withering away.

you continue with the soft motions of your fingers and rest your forehead against his shoulder blade, taking in a deep breath. your other hand curls around his fingers and you ever so carefully intertwine your fingers with his, not caring if any blood from his hand gets onto yours.

“rafe…” you whisper into the still air of your room. your voice reverberates in rafe’s ears, and he lets out a soft hum.

“turn around please…” you murmur, your thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand. he obliges, slowly turning around and you lift your head up from his shoulder blade. he looks in your eyes through his own bloodshot ones, and at that moment you know you’ve never seen anything more heartbreaking than tears in rafe’s eyes.

you hook your arms around his neck and pull him into a warm embrace. for the first few seconds, rafe is stiff. really stiff. it’s almost like he doesn’t know what to do. but you know you’re supposed to give it time. you gave it time and he was okay with you softly rubbing his back, he’s going to be okay with this too.

and okay he is.

his arms wrap around your waist and his face buries into your neck. his grip tightens, as if he’s afraid he’ll let go and you will disappear into thin air. he lets out deep, shaky exhales against the skin of your neck, as if trying so desperately hard to keep himself in control.

“i’m here for you…” you whisper softly, your fingers playing gently with the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

those words… those simple words seem to set off something in him nothing ever has.

tears start streaming down his eyes, and this time, he doesn’t let them restrict in any way possible. he lets the tears fall, years and years of anxiety, the pain of not being enough, the tiredness of working too hard to prove himself all falling down to this exact moment; the moment where he lets his walls crumble down.

sobs erupt out from his dry throat and he slowly slides down on his knees in front of you, his arms wrapped tightly around your hips as he nuzzles his face into your stomach, crying his eyes out into the fabric of your shirt.

you feel your heart ache at the sight, him hanging onto you so desperately, and you try to comfort him by threading your fingers through the silky strands of his hair.

it’s as if you can see the remains of his crumbled walls around his knees. you can see how he’s completely let himself go, how he’s letting his most vulnerable state come out, how he’s trusting you deeply.

now it’s up to you and only you to help him clear the rubble of the old walls and build new ones, ones which allow him to trust and be trusted, ones which allow him to love and be loved, ones which allow him to appreciate and be appreciated.

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I’m trying my hardest to get back into a proper writing flow, so for now, I hope you enjoy this blurb <3 this is something I’ve been wanting to write for quite some time 💗

your best friend rafe holding you because you needed it <3 a bsf!rafe cameron x gn!reader blurb <3 extremely self indulgent cause my touch starvation has been acting up because of my period I think 🥰 <3 part two to this <3 cw: talks of bottling up emotions, venting, reader breaks down in rafe’s arms, reader is hyper independent, super comforting, lower case is intentional <3

rafe always knew that you had a knack to start putting others before yourself. with the way you made sure everyone else around you was doing okay, but simultaneously forgetting to check in with yourself the same way was becoming a habit for you, and when rafe found about it, he was determined to help you break that habit.

he also knew you weren’t the best at voicing what you needed, let it be just a helping hand for a simple task. he knew you preferred to do everything on your own; but he wanted to change that. he wanted you to ask for help when you needed it, he wanted you to talk about what’s been bothering you instead of attempting to solve it on your own, and he wanted to be that person for you.

he wanted you to trust him irrevocably, just the way he could always trust you.

everytime he ever saw you all alone, he could see you were deep in thought. even from a far distance he could see the gears working overtime in your brain, and all he ever wanted was to provide you a safe space where you can spill out every single thought in your head and begin feeling better. he knew he had begun cracking the hard shell of your mind that protected all your thoughts, but that was the bare minimum. he still hadn’t learnt what he wished he could.

you both were at a party, but you were quick to make your way out of the large, tight crowds without anyone noticing (but rafe did) to the garden of the huge party mansion, where you sat all alone, in that familiar way of your knees hugged to your chest as you just… thought.

“hey,” rafe said softly as he sat down next to you on the lush grass. he had followed you out the moment he saw you left.

usually, you were one to respond with a quick smile and sweet words, because that’s how you were: you had mastered hiding your true feelings behind a facade.

but right now, no words came out. you were silent, your gaze fixed on your knees, and rafe could feel the tension radiating from you.

“drink?” he asked gently, gesturing the red cup in his hand towards you. you just shook your head, mumbled a soft ‘no, thank you’, and let yourself drift in your thoughts.

a silence fell over you two as you heard the thumping bass and the blurry music from inside the party, the indistinct chatter of people inside floating outside to the garden.

you suddenly let out a loud huff, burying your face in your hands. it looked as if you were overwhelmed, completely tired out, and you had way too much on your mind.

he saw you slowly lift your head up from your hands, a shuddering breath escaping you as you rubbed your palms on your thighs, looking around everywhere but at him. he caught a glint in your eye as one of the lights in the garden reflected in your eye; a glint of tears.

“hey hey,” he said softly, keeping the cup in his hand on the side and wrapping his arms firmly around you. he felt you tense at the sudden contact, but you were quick to relax. he figured you were on the edge of breaking down, and the moment he took you in his arms, you tipped off the edge, and the tears began to flow down.

your hands fisted his shirt tightly, as if he’s the only thing keeping you grounded in this overwhelming, confusing moment. your head felt like a mesh of thoughts, not knowing what they all entailed or meant, but what you did know was that it hurt.

rafe tightened his hold around you and let you bury your face in his chest, allowing you to let out as much as you felt like. he didn’t know how many days, weeks, months, years of stress you were carrying with yourself at that moment, things that bothered you immensely but you just kept on burying them in your overfilled heart. he felt his heart shatter at the sight of you breaking down, but he also knew he wanted to get to the bottom of this, and to help you.

“shh… you’re okay, I’m here, I’m here for you,” he whispered softly in your ear, rubbing his hands up and down his back to soothe you.

he felt you tighten your hold on him and squeeze closer to him, your quiet sobs muffled by his chest.

what he didn’t know was how much you craved to hear the words he just told you.