Pornstar!Rafe Masterlist

Pornstar!Rafe Masterlist 💦⭐️

first of all thank you to my babe @rafesthroatbaby for this little video. 💦 and thank you to all my followers and mutuals who sent these in! ⭐️

Meeting Pornstar!Rafe For The First Time

First Scene Together

Pornstar!Rafe Is A Different Breed Of Dirty

After He Films A Scene

After You Film A Scene

Pussy Eating With Pornstar!Rafe

Pornstar!Rafe Claps Back On Social Media

Because Cuddling Freaks Him Out

How A Threesome Could Go

The Pussy Slayer

Face Down Flash On

Pornstar!Rafe Is A Control Freak

Pornstar!Rafe Pops Off

Anal Fun

Does Pornstar!Rafe Like Being Called Daddy?

Sir Kink

He Jerks Off To Your Solo Videos

The Aftermath Of Him Jerking Off To Your Solo

Cream Pie Pictures

Biting Kink

Pornstar!Rafe When It Comes To Kissing

Does He Prefer To Give Or Receive Head?

Small Moments

Because You Guys Can’t Stay Apart

Confessing Feelings

Pornstar!Rafe Let’s You Dom Him

He’s Not A Fan Of The Rose Toy

Filming After Quitting Professionally

Slow Fucking + Praise

He Is All Yours and You Are All His

Because He Gets You Pregnant On The First Try

Folds You Like Pretzel

You Almost Break The Camera

After Care With Pornstar!Rafe

Breeding Kink

Pregnancy Sex

A Little Only Fans Fun

like i said husband dilf!rafe spoils his kids 🤭😅

It was the sound of footsteps prancing in the living room, when your 15 year old daughter came plopping herself on the couch. The big eyes and pout on her lips already telling you both that she wanted something. Rafe titled his head back to meet her, taking a long breath. “What is it princess?” He asked, already knowing his daughter’s I want something face.

“Can I have your credit card information, daddy?” She asked, batting her lashes as she had always been a daddy’s girl and he knew he couldn’t say no to his little girl. Even if she could be a brat sometimes. Rafe let out an exasperated sigh and motioned for her to hand her the phone. The one rule he had for both of his kids was that he had to see what they were purchasing and he was the one who put his card info in.

Taking the glittery phone in hand, his blue eyes ran over the screen to see the extensive online shopping cart filled with items from Sephora. He let out a scoff, reading the total. “You need $400.00 dollars worth of makeup for what?” He asked, looking back up at her. Yeah.. she definitely got your beauty habits that were gonna cause him to go broke.

“It’s not just makeup dad. There’s skin care stuff and I ran out of my favorite perfume and I need a new one.” She said, trying to reason with him. She watched as he rolled his eyes, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Go get my wallet off the counter.” He said, clicking the checkout button before she added anymore stuff.

The teen happily jumped from her space and into the kitchen where she grabbed the leather wallet Rafe was referring to. Handing it to him, he adjusted his hold onto you and pulled out one of his cards to type the numbers of the black amex onto the phone screen. “There. Now go upstairs and get ready for bed. You got school tomorrow.” He said firmly, already watching the smile spread on her face he handed her back the phone. Hopping up, she came over and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks dad! You’re the best! I love you both!” She said, running back towards her room.

“I spoil her way too damn much.” He mumbled, before focusing his attention back on you. “And don’t even get me started on you.” His tone raspy as he reached back underneath the blanket to squeeze your thigh. You hummed, trailing your hand up his t-shirt and ran your expensive manicure across his toned stomach.

“What about me?” You asked, tone playful as you ran your hand further down until it hit the waistband of his sweatpants. You watched as he sucked in a breath, blue eyes staring at you with a look you knew very well. “That you’re fuckin’ spoiled too..” He said, his voice a littler lower as your hand slipped in the boxers he was wearing.

mob wife!reader knows how to take care of herself.

you’re at a business dinner. rafe is at the head of the table while you’re at the other end with your girlfriends, wives of the other men in charge. you’re chatting away, glowing with perfection.

when you get up to head to the powder room, the chatter in the room dies down. rafe watches you with protective eyes. you send him a flirty smile and wave cutely. you’re about to pass a man who is about 100 pounds heavier than you and had been eyeing you all night. you can’t help but to slow the swaying of your hips. as you near his chair, he reaches out to grab you and yank you towards his lap.

“think you could share her for the night, huh rafe?” he asked, laughing to himself like he was the funniest man in the world. his breath reeked of whiskey and steak, making you cringe in disgust.

the room grows silent now, everyone’s eyes on rafe to see what he’ll do. but he did nothing.

instead, you did something. you pulled yourself from the man’s grasp and stood up. everything happened so fast—you grabbed the back of his neck and used all of the strength training that rafe had taught you to slam his face against the table. silverware chattered and numerous audible gasps were heard.

“don’t,” you spit out. “touch me.” you grabbed his steak knife and stabbed it into his tie, trapping him against the table.

and with that, you get up quickly and rush off to the bathroom. the entire room is stunned, except for rafe. he’s smiling and taking a sip of his drink.

“she’s a dime, isn’t she?” he asks, completely infatuated with you.

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

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