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rafeslittleangel · 1 month

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Smut request waking up rafe with morning head 🫣

im feral 😌

You’ve been trying to wake your boyfriend up for half an hour now.

With every attempt, Rafe just grunts into the pillow, mumbling something about five more minutes.

You stand in the doorway of your bedroom, hand on your hip, eyes travelling over his half-naked body, partly covered by the comforter.

You have no idea how you’re going to get him out of bed.

You notice that the fabric of his black boxers is pushed up by his bulge. You like to tease him about how he starts every single day with morning wood, horny even in his dreams.

The thought of waking him up in a new way suddenly strikes you.

You make your way to the bed and slowly sink your knees onto the bottom of the mattress. Moving the comforter out of the way, you’re now inches away from the swelling beneath his underwear.

You smirk to yourself, knowing Rafe is going to fucking love being woken up like this.

Once you start pulling down his boxers at the waistband, his cock springs out. You wrap a hand around his thick base and look up at him, his eyes still shut.

You dribble spit onto the head of his dick and swirl your tongue around it, making it slick. You run down the side of his length, shifting slightly with the curve, then do the same on the other side.

When you start to run your tongue up the underside of his cock, he shuffles a bit beneath you.

You finally wrap your lips around him and slowly sink until he hits the back of your throat. You pull back up, sucking hard, then as you make your way back down, he shuffles again.

“Oh, fuck,” you hear, Rafe’s tired morning voice husky like always. You look up to meet his eyes, your mouth full of his cock.

Rafe feels like he must still be dreaming. Your hot mouth is sucking so hard that it feels like you’re squeezing him.

“Fuck, baby,” he chuckles, throwing his head back.

You smile with him still in your mouth and start to move your hand, rubbing and twisting your wrist as you work his cock, now completely wet with your saliva.

Rafe bucks his hips against you as you move your hand and your mouth up and down together, the pressure so fucking perfect.

Your other hand cups his balls, gently massaging, and it prompts a deep, loud groan to spill out of him.

“Yeah, yeah, like that,” he whispers, feeling tightening in his groin.

You start to go faster, massaging and sucking and rubbing, your lips never losing suction. The slurping sounds of your wet mouth are like a drug to him.

He starts to tremble beneath you, granting you the feeling of satisfaction you love so much, knowing you’re the one giving him this pleasure.

You feel Rafe’s big hand against your head, tugging at the roots of your hair as he shakes harder.

“Shit, I’m gonna…” His voice is strained and drifts into silence.

His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, followed by short spurts. He moans and pants his way through the entire orgasm.

You swallow everything he has to offer, then sit up, resting your hand on his big thigh as you smile at him.

“Okay,” he half-chuckles, dazed as hell. “I’m up.”

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?

“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.

“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.

“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.

“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.

“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”

he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.

“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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golden retriever boys that are dominant and nasty in bed>>>

#this is so jj #cause hes all so sweet and cutesy #and in bed hes all #“cat got your mouth pretty girl?”#when you cant respond to a thing he says because youre so fucked out #i need help #jj maybank

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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a/n: dom rafe this, mean rafe that, what about my baby sub rafe?!?!?!?

warnings: sub!rafe x soft!dom!reader, tittie suckin, mommy kink, riding, language, praise

it didn't happen often — hardly ever that Rafe let you take control. he thrived on the control he had over you, the way you'd writhe under his simple touches, beg him for more with tears falling from your pretty eyes. But after yet another argument with his father, he couldn't find it in himself to take control, even though he craved some release.

You were riding him, your hands positioned on his shoulders as his hands gripped your hips, sloppily guiding you up and down. he wasn't talking much, but he usually thrived to talk you through it. You tilt your head at him, putting a hand on his hips to still him.

"Are you okay, Rafey? Do you wanna stop?" you asked gently, and he shook his head. "No, baby, it's just.." he trailed off, staring at you. Oh how you know that look.

The look you've given him oh so many times. It made you smile, making a small ah sound. He frowned, unaware of the look he gave you.

"What? Ah, what?" He said, his eyes creasing as he narrowed them at you suspiciously. "Shh, just relax." You hummed, kissing his jaw softly, your hands wandering his chest.

"The fuck are you doing?" He grunted, but gasped when you rolled your hips.

"S-shit." He whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. he tilted his head back, moaning at your kisses. he felt your grin against his skin, slowly bouncing your hips up and down. he bit back several whimpers, not wanting to be that weak. He huffed instead, burying his face into your neck.

"Faster. Please." He whispered into your skin, his hands gripping your ass.

"What was that?" You asked, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

"Please. Need you t'go faster, please?" you started moving quicker, clenching around him, heightening his pleasure. He whimpered, letting go of all restraint, his fingers digging into your skin.

"That's it, just let it out." You kissed by his ear, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. he leaned down, kissing over your chest, before taking one of your nipples into him mouth, swirling it around his tongue. He was doing this purely to shut himself up.

"Good boy." You praised, running a hand through his hair as your hips continued to bounce, his cock sliding in and out with ease.

"Fuck — I'm gonna cum. Please? Fuck, mommy — please." He begged, his head spinning as his hands went all over your body, the knot in his stomach tightening.

"S'okay, baby. You can do it." You cooed, kissing his temple as you bounced harder, a small whine coming from the back of his throat he spilled himself inside you, his thighs shaking as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. He whimpered as you rode him through his high, prolonging it for as long as possible. You led against him, his now softening cock still inside you as you rubbed his torso.

"Mommy, huh?" you grinned.

"Shut the fuck up."

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

when jj eats you out, he does it until you go limp and can’t see a thing but stars. he says he just can’t help himself, that he needs to feel you fall apart on his tongue for the sake of his interest. you’re surely spent beyond certain, and you have a twinge that the boys cum in his pants at least twice.

your hand searches desperately for purchase at the heap of curls on his head, and he practically moans at the feeling, head falling to rest on your thigh with a soft pant tickling it. it had you shivering.

you can hardly get a word out before he’s reasoning with you, and you cry out desperately as he presses an apologetic kiss onto your aching clit, and then another, and another until he’s full on making out with your cunt again.

you’re writhing from desperation and overstimulation and he has you cum on his tongue for the fifth time in a row, and you’re completely, utterly braindead. you can hardly register the gentle two-tap you receive on your forehead, nor the way he mumbles from above you,

“christ— you’re perfect.”

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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Just...wow.

Holy Trinity

put ya seatbelts on bc she looong

warning: everything sex. atp the only warning i'll give is possible unedited mistakes.

you’re full on sobbing at this point. mascara has now painted your under eyes black, and everything is blurry from the constant tears of pleasure, frustration and pain.

bound and gagged, you were helpless under the three men who’s brought you near multiple orgasms but never actually let you over the edge. no cock, just punishing fingers and mouths.

“put this shit on her,” rafe tosses a tie to topper after quickly rummaging through his dresser. topper then crawls closer to where your head is, your teary eyes connecting with his slightly apologetic ones before he conceals your vision with the tie. a quick brush of his fingers down your cheek is the only thing you feel before all masses on the bed disappear and the room in plunged into complete silence.

every touch of the air on your skin and the whisper of slight static is suddenly much more defined as every other sense of yours has been constricted.

you yelp when hands suddenly grip your hips to pull you to the edge of the bed until your ass hangs over the edge. a rough hand then pulls the gag out of your mouth and under your chin.

“we own you, do you understand?” rafe

you nod, throat dry from your muffled screaming along with the anticipation of what’s to come.

a sharp sting lands on your cheek making you cry out, “use your fucking words or we’ll put that gag back in.” kelce

throughout the night, you’ve come to memorize the way each of them talked and touched you. rafe and kelce were both aggressive and rough, the former being more confident than the other given that he’s your boyfriend. then topper was almost shy, but doesn’t hesitate to do what the other two tells him to do to you. afterall, he’s also here with the desire to fuck you until you’re on the verge of passing out.

“yes, i’m yours…all yours,” you whimper, face burning knowing that all their predatory gazes are set on your face and naked body.

“good girl…” rafe coos, lips quickly placing a wet kiss onto yours, too quick that you try to chase them when they part from you, “top.”

rafe’s known firm hands leave their place from your hips before getting replaced with less rough ones which you guessed were topper’s.

shivers run all over your skin as topper caresses your body softly, his touch a complete opposite to rafe’s and kelce’s. your mouth drops open when his thumbs spread your soaking slit then a dribble of warmth slides through it and down your ass. spit.

with a quick pop of a button and an opening of a zipper, the head of a cock is positioned right on your entrance. he teases still, using his cock to collect your juices up and down your cunt, momentarily catching onto your clit.

“topper, plea-“ you cut yourself off with a surprised scream when he suddenly plunges his dick in to the hilt. he was smaller than rafe, but not any distinctively less pleasurable. you were much too riled up to not feel as much pleasure from his dick alone.

the man on top of you groans, “s’fuckin tight”

while he stays there for a moment, the floorboards creak under two sets of feet and weight drops down on the couch by the side of the room. the thought of the other two men sitting and just watching makes your face burn hotter.

the slight embarrassment doesn’t get much time to sink in as topper pulls his hips back until only his tip is inside then shoves back in with so much force that the headboard bangs against the wall. you gasp out his name, your bound hands try to hang on to him but they’re quickly shoved back down above your head on the mattress with one of his hands.

“keep them there, sweetheart,” topper breathlessly commands in your ear. you nod, moaning and gasping at each thrust of his dick against your walls.

his hands and mouth are everywhere. your tits, hips, waist, neck. no surface of your body is left untouched.

“beg him to make you cum, baby,” you almost jump at the sudden voice of rafe by your ear. you hadn’t even hear him walk over with you being too busy chasing the pleasure of topper’s dick.

you swallow past the moans and manage to speak with a crack in your voice, “please let me cum, i need it so bad, topper please…please…plea-“

lips place themselves on yours mid word at the same time a chest presses down on your writhing one. you know those lips didn’t belong to rafe, but rather topper given that they feel more foreign and gentler.

“cum,” one word is uttered from topper’s lips against yours before you erupt on his cock. white dots appear in your concealed vision, the feeling of finally getting to cum after being edged one too many times makes the orgasm more intense than it should be. you were sure you squirted as your inner thighs felt more slippery than they previously were.

topper was in a trance, seeing you flood his cock and feeling your walls practically milk him got him on the edge but his pleasure is cut short by rafe’s domineering hand that pulled him back from you.

he’s about to protest about the stolen orgasm but quickly retracts after seeing rafe’s expression daring him to contradict him. he swallows and sits where rafe was once sitting on the couch, cock still hard and wet from you.

“kelce,” another abrupt demand from rafe. the summoned man was almost skipping towards where you laid panting with shaking legs spread open on the bed. you can’t blame the man, he’s waited his turn all night long.

“damn topper, you got her fucking soaked,” kelce chuckles as he grips your tits with more vigor than topper.

one hand grips your throat, making your breath shallow before the rest gets stolen from kelce thrusting inside you in one go. holy fuck he’s thick.

there’s a slight pain from the unusual stretch but kelce has no remorse for you as he immediately picks up a brutal pace. your hands clutch the sheet above your head, trying to ground yourself from the brutality of kelce’s thrusts.

“fuck, she really is tight, y’should share her more, rafe,” kelce groans, his fingers tightening briefly around your neck, “gonna need more of this pussy, never had one so tight and wet.”

“don’t count on it, this is the only chance you’re getting,” rafe replies with a serious tone. when rafe says something, he always means it.

“kelc, fuck kelce,” you moan, almost screaming it out.

“yeah, scream my name, slut,” he grits out, pounding into you somehow harder than he already was. he pulls out and quickly flips your whole body over as if you were merely a doll and pushes back in. he’s so much deeper this way, with your feet flat on the floor and hips digging onto the foot of the mattress.

you’re screaming and crying into the mattress as kelce grips the fats of your ass and slams continuously into your pussy. your clit was throbbing for release again, already feeling like you’re going to squirt your orgasm out.

it only builds up more when kelce grips your hair and wretches your head back to place his mouth at your ear, “you wanna cum again? i can feel your squeezing my cock like a whore.”

“please, kelce,” you sob out, voice hitching at every punishing thrust, “please i wanna cum-s’bad”

“aw, the little whore wants to cum,” he laughs in your ear, “go on then, fucking cum”

with one more squeeze of kelce’s hand around your throat and pull on your hair, you’re orgasming again. your ears are ringing at this point, it felt as if you’ve left your body and went into some kind of outer universe.

rafe didn’t have to tell kelce to pull out after you came, the man, after pulling out of you with a slap on your ass, drops back down on the couch and watches your body heave on the bed with a smug look.

you’re exhausted and on the verge of passing out but you’re ready to go again when familiar lips travel up your spine in soft kisses. they kiss along your cheek until finally landing on your lips where you’re resting your head on its side.

“rafe,” you whisper against his kisses with a relieved undertone.

“shh, it’ll be over soon, but you can take more, yeah?” rafe continues with his kisses, flipping you to rest on your back along the way.

you nod, still returning his kisses lazily. you feel his finger travel up your arms that are laying limp above your head before the ties on them are removed.

rafe then flips the two of you so that you’re straddling his hips. you wrap your arms around his neck, your hips moving with as much strength as they can over his, trying to pleasure both yourself and him.

he’d abandoned his jeans, now only wearing boxers which made it easier for him to slip his cock out and position himself at your entrance. one of his hands hold a firm grip on your hip but nonetheless lets you create the pace as you lower yourself down on him with a breathless moan.

“there you go, baby,” rafe praises when you’ve finally taken him 9 inches deep. rafe moves your hand so that they’re resting on his chest and lays down, “ride my cock and don’t stop until i tell you to.”

you follow his command immediately after finding a comfortable place for your knees. your hips roll forward and backward, up and down, relishing the feel of every vein of his cock dragging along your walls at every movement. although your vision was still restricted by the tie, you know rafe’s gaze was on your face, following every expression you make with his hands behind his head.

“get over here,” rafe suddenly says making you briefly pause at confusion but he makes you continue moving with a slap at your tit, “top, get behind her and get the lube. kelc you take her mouth.”

your breath hitches and your hips stutter but don’t dare to stop.

topper’s gentle hands are back on you and pushes you slightly forward so he could access your ass. kelce’s rough hands are in your hair and shoves your face until his dick is at your mouth. rafe sucks on your tits as they bounce above his face. everything and anything is happening all at once and you’re just a subject to all of it. you’re their little fucktoy.

topper’s fingers slide inside the tight ring of your ass with the help of the lube making your mouth drop open and giving kelce the opportunity to shove his dick inside.

kelce fucks your mouth until you’re gagging and choking, rafe fucks into your pussy, hitting your cervix and that spot deep inside you, and topper finally stretches your ass open with his lubed up dick.

you’ve never felt so full. you can’t help but whimper and cry on kelce’s cock. it feels as if topper’s dick was never ending, and along with rafe’s cock, it feels even bigger.

all at once, they fuck you. they fuck you like you’re just a blow up toy, a little flesh light for them to enjoy. you were nothing but a piece of meat to pleasure them.

rafe under you, topper behind you, and kelce in front of you, they fuck your holes until you’re a whining, choking mess between them.

kelce’s the first one to cum. he holds your head still, your nose touching his pelvis as he cums deep down your throat with a loud groan. when he finally lets go, you swallow down everything he released and finally take as much breath as you needed after the intense throat fucking he gave you.

kelce parts from you with a messy sloppy kiss, tongue and all, before you hear him drop down on the couch once again with a long satisfied groan.

topper was next. the boy couldn’t take it any longer, he could feel rafe’s thrust through the thin skin separating the two of them and with the constant tightening of your walls, he was a goner. his hands grips your hips to the point of pain and he was sure he would leave bruises on your skin. his thrusts stutter until he stills deep inside you making you gasp at the foreign feeling of someone cumming inside your ass.

you whimper from the sudden emptiness when he pulls out but is comforted from the light kiss topper leaves on your nape.

that leaves you with rafe who’s feet are planted on the mattress and is still thrusting into you from underneath. you drop your head down, tired and cockdrunk.

your forehead meets the pillow right next to rafe’s head, just feeling around with your senses you’re able to place your mouth right next to his ear.

“one more please…daddy,” you breathlessly whisper alongside punctuated breaths.

“fucking hell,” rafe grunts and before you know it, you’re on your back, body folded in half under rafe’s hands. he holds the backs of your knees and presses them down to your chest as he fucks you harder than before. you’re screaming again as he fucks you into the mattress and touches your reddened clit. “such a tease, baby”

“please, c-can i cum?” you hiccup through the pleasure.

“go on, cum on daddy’s cock,” rafe leans down, folding you into yourself even more which puts more pressure on your clit and makes it faster for you to reach the edge.

you cum with a choked scream, tears seeping into the tie over your eyes and nails digging into your boyfriend’s back.

rafe fucks you through it, thrusts never waning. “gonna cum in you, baby. make you a mommy, you want that?”

“yes, yes, cum inside me, daddy. wanna make you a daddy, please,” you gasp, half sobbing from your orgasm.

rafe groans, and all light comes to your vision when he slips the blindfold over your head. he thinks you’ve never looked any more beautiful than you did now with your eyes teary and glossy.

his forehead drops down onto yours, his baby blues keeping yours trapped. his face scrunches up as he shoves himself inside you down to the hilt and coats your insides white.

you sigh, your hands caressing his shoulders through the shivers overtaking his body.

rafe’s whole body drops down on yours, providing you with comfort despite being twice as heavy as yourself.

“get out,” rafe mumbles into your skin, eyes closed as he rests his head on your chest.

the two other men leave silently knowing it was them rafe was talking to, both completely satiated.

it’s silent for a moment and you think rafe has fallen asleep due to his quiet breathing but then he speaks up, “come morning, ’m fucking another load into you ‘n actually give you a baby”

you giggle tiredly, playing with his hair, “i’m holding you to that….” whisper “daddy”

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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Lmaoo "oh u not tooper?"

If We Had It Our Way | Eleven

Rafe Cameron Social Media AU

Synopsis: Growing up and living life as a pogue had its ups and downs. Mostly downs. Y/n studied diligently, a trait ingrained at a young age by her single mother. With her sharp intellect, Y/n was recognised as the top in all her classes, whilst attending a few subjects above her year level. To relieve some financial burden, Y/n tutored fellow students, some in her public school and if she was lucky, some students from Kildare Academy. She favoured tutoring opportunities from these families as they offered higher rates. She was proposed an offer by a teacher to tutor Rafe Cameron, only the scariest and richest Kook on the island. Actually second, as his dad took first place. Teaching was the easy part, interacting with Rafe? Now that was a different story.

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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i love ur blog ur writing is so good!!!! 🎀

Could you write for rafe x sub!reader who wakes up in the middle of the night crying for rafe bc she’s horny sjjskaks

thank u ur the sweetest ugh 🤍 and godddd anon this did something to me… i hope i did it justice

nsfw 18+

tw dacryphilia

maybe it was the weather, maybe everything was just too much, but today had gone so painfully slow. on top of that, rafe wasn’t home, out golfing with his friends all day. it was late and you decided to just sleep it off, but all you could do was toss and turn.

you awaken to the door opening, it’s still awfully dark out but you force yourself out of bed to greet your boyfriend.

rafe’s cologne intoxicates all of your senses as you hold him and take in his scent, the lump in your throat getting heavier. tears fall down your cheeks as you leave chaste kisses on his forehead.

“missed you so much, it’s so late now” you whisper, voice breaking.

he’s slightly taken aback by this, but he knows you’re emotional so it’s nothing he’s not used to by now.

“shit baby, was just a few hours…” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the way your nightgown rides up and hangs low at the neckline. “what’s wrong, you need somethin’?” his tone becoming more playful as he becomes aware of what’s really going on.

your lip quivers as you look up at him, pouting as he wipes your tears. “jus’ want you” you whine, barely audibly.

“cryin’ cause you’re horny? god, didn’t think it was that bad” he mocks in disbelief, large hands resting on your hips as he backs you up towards the bed, lightly pushing you down.

the feel of his slightly chapped lips against your warm plush ones sends butterflies straight to your core. you struggle to remove his pants as you claw at the zipper, amusing him even further.

“slow down, m’not goin anywhere baby” he smirks as he swats your hand away, getting rid of his own pants, followed by your thin nightgown.

you’re barely on all fours, your upper body immobile as rafe pushes himself into you, tight walls pulling him impossibly deeper. his large hand rests on your back, pushing you down and keeping you still. regardless, you find it hard to keep still because he’s just so big, tip abusing your poor cervix, causing you to cry out. you’re suddenly on your back, strong arms using your shoulders as leverage as he looks down at you, his coarse thumb wipes a tear off of your flushed cheek.

“wanted it real bad didn’t you?” he says, tone dripping with faux sympathy

you’re too fucked out to respond.. he pulls you up slightly by the neck, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“didn’t you?” he repeats, his thrusts becoming sloppier

“yes- fuck rafe- yes, you’re the only one that can make me feel good” your voice trembling as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear

“good, keep talking, wanna hear your voice”

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rafeslittleangel · 2 months

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Omg omg this 🛐

thinking about being rafe’s calm. when he’s about to actually start pushing and throwing punches and yelling, but if you’re there and run up to him and drag him away, he complies—lets you talk him out of the situation and walk back to his quiet car or an empty room. he’ll listen when you speak, when you try to calm him down, hug him, kiss him, until he stops seeing red.

the first time it happens he feels embarrassed on the inside—wondering how long you’ve had such a big influence on him. feels weird like he shouldn’t be reliant on anyone but himself, feels like it’s wrong because he’s supposed to be protecting you and not the other way around.

he buries these thoughts the next time it happens, with his dad. you two were eating breakfast or maybe cleaning up after, he can’t remember, when ward comes in to have a discussion with rafe. he politely asks you to step out for a second but you glance up at rafe, and he looks so hard and angry already that you decide it’s better if you stay. ward starts talking—things that don’t make any sense to you but must mean something to your boyfriend—and you can almost feel rafe getting tense, his fist balling and jaw clenching.

on your side of the counter, his dad can’t see your hands, so you take rafe’s fist into your palm and force him to relax his fingers, holding his hand and gently rubbing his palm with your thumb, bringing him into a hug the second ward walks away. you can feel his heart thudding when you’re so close like this, fingers running through his hair to help him stay calm. you’re surprised it even works, proud of yourself for trying and not being too scared.

it’s a little bit harder with lots of people around. rafe’s prone to getting agitated by pogues no matter what they do. it doesn’t help that they’re all sarah’s friends now—seems like he interacts with them twice as much. you know it’s inevitable to stop them from yelling at each other, that these are just people who will never get along with each other, but you still try.

sometimes it doesn’t take much more than a tug of his arm while your hands are in each others to get him to walk away. it’s like if you make him realize you’re standing next to him, that he’s not alone and doesn't have to be alone ever again, he can snap out of it. it’s been working more and more recently, you think, incredibly pleased with yourself. rafe’s happy so you’re happy, and the two of you both know it and don't have to talk about it.

then comes a big one—your boyfriend is as angry as you’ve ever seen him. you don’t know what’s happened, just that you want to help him. you’re starting not to care who’s at fault, who caused this, and you’re beginning to blame everyone else for even doing something that makes rafe angry. that sentiment is a little brainwashed, you reflect, but you don’t really care anymore.

someone throws a punch and rafe’s not going to back down from a fight. when someone finally tears them apart, your boyfriend’s bleeding from a cut on his face and has a big bruise forming on the other side. you don’t look at the other guy because you know it’s worse. you drag rafe to his truck, heart beating fast—feeling really upset yourself. you thought you were getting better at this, that you were good for him, but you weren’t able to do anything today. you’re both silent in the truck, until you use your sleeve to wipe away some of the blood on his temple, sniffling.

“just took a punch and you’re the one crying?” but it doesn’t come out harsh, the way you’d expect. he says it soft and gentle, like he’s mad at himself for making you cry. his tone doesn’t help matters so you start crying even harder.

“hey, hey, come here-” and in a few swift motions, you’re out of your seat and sitting on his lap, face buried in his neck while you get the collar of his shirt damp. “m’sorry, baby, didn’t mean to scare you.” you pull away to look at him, tears glittering in your pretty eyes and cheeks wet.

“i’m sorry,” you finally get out, quiet and weepy. you’re disappointed in yourself.

“what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and you cry harder, unable to meet rafe’s eyes.

“i couldn’t stop it, i’m supposed to stop and help you so this doesn’t happen-”

rafe’s not stupid—he knows what you do when you see him getting upset. he knows it and he’s thankful and he loves you, but he starts to feel the worst he’s ever felt thinking that you’re in tears because he couldn’t hold back from punching some stupid, inconsequential guy.

“hey, c’mon, stop crying.” rafe’s hands come up to wipe away your fresh tears, guiding you back onto his chest while you’re still sobbing. “hey, listen to me, no tears. you’re good, right?” you nod. “so be a good girl and listen to me.”

you sniffle again, quieting down and listening to rafe’s voice and the thud of his heart against your ear.

“i love that you make me feel better. but it’s not gonna work every single time, okay? can’t have you in tears every time i get pissed or you’ll die from dehydration.” you laugh a little, breathing hard.

“i just wanna help.”

“yeah?” he asks, getting another idea. “anyway you can?”

you nod against his shirt eagerly.

that’s how you get like this—in the backseat of his truck, your legs folded back to your chest and rafe’s hands pushing you into the seat and holding you in place. he slams in and out of you at a brutal place, probably one so intense the entire truck is shaking from the outside. your eyes roll back at each thrust, the pain in your limbs from the tight fit and position dissipating as rafe starts to talk to you.

“this’ll help me, baby, every time-” and you interrupt with a particularly loud moan when he moves a hand to play with your clit. “feel good? i’ll never get angry again, promise. jus’ let me do this every time.”

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