This Is Theeee Most Highest Honour Coming From You, Literally One Of The Most Talented People On This

this is theeee most highest honour coming from you, literally one of the most talented people on this app and it means so so so much to me🥺🥺

and same omg dark rafe with bimbo reader is truly something else🤭🤭

stepbro rafe hcs!

Warnings: stepcest, dub-con, reader’s lowkey a bimbo, light smut, pervy behavior, DARK CONTENT, jealousy.

a/n: this is my first post so please be nice and as always mdni!

stepbrother! rafe who was always a little too touchy with you, holding your hips to move you out of his way, caressing your head when you did something right, placing his hand on your thigh as you sat next to him at family dinner, making you his personal eye candy at parties, making his friends envious, and making their shorts tighten at your cleavage as they watched you lean down and pick something up for Rafe.

You dismissed it as casual affection because you were just relieved that your intimidating big evil stepbrother liked you.

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A shiver ran through you as you felt Rafe’s fingers graze your spine as he pulls down the zipper, and you see him lick his lips at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your push-up bra.

You gasp when he unhooks it in one swift motion making it pool at your feet, and you bite your lip as his finger reaches out to brush over your hardened nipple.

stepbro! Rafe always carries drags you back to his room when you've had a little too much to drink, stripping you and changing your clothes so you can wear his, so you know better than to protest as his gaze hungrily travels down your half-naked body, swallowing roughly when your palms reach up to squeeze your boobs as a protection against the cold air and cock twitching when you look up at him through your lashes and whine for him to give you his shirt already.

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stepbro! rafe wrapped your lace panties around his hardening cock, getting off to your pictures, in his defense, you did ask him to take a good picture of you and perhaps he took a few extra for himself. You didn't mind because you were wearing the miniskirt he bought you as an act of reconciliation after he beat up that touron for talking to you, so it's not entirely his fault that he took a few in different angles. That's what a nice stepbrother does, right?

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stepbro! rafe who takes you shopping on the mainland where he buys you the skimpiest little skirts he can think of, skirts that he knows will undoubtedly hike up when you bend over, as well as some lace lingerie sets that would flash through your see-through shirts.

He usually follows you into the dressing room as you change, observing you with a hungry glare. He means well, of course; after all, who else is going to assist you in undressing?

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drunk or coked out stepbro! Rafe who slips into your room at night under the guise of just checking in on his stepsister, and before you know it he’s grinding against you,and being the good and obedient, step sister that you are, you grind back into him knowing that he just needs to relieve some tension. However, you squeeze your thighs together in an effort to stop him when he inserts his hand between them,

“Rafe …. but mom and dad?”

Sighing, he moves in closer and says, "Look, I just need you right now, okay?" and with that, he grabs your hand and presses it against his bulge. “This is what you do to me” he groans. You relent some not wanting to upset him he’s your favorite person after all and you just want to help him, it's what good stepsisters do right? And you let his hand make its way into your shorts, calloused fingers teasing your clit, “fuck so wet for me angel” he mumbles kissing you on the sweet spot right under your ear, and when you hear his belt unbuckle and hand snake his way around your throat you know you're in for a long night.

im actually gaaping for air i am SO un well this fic has consumed me. manipulative rafe has such a special spot in my heart and paired with a naive reader i would actually combust like this was too good

Warning: This is a lot more of a dark piece. there’s a lot of manipulation, dub con, stepcest, drug usage, naive reader, language, Dark Rafe, and fingering. Do not read if any of this is triggering to you or you are not 18 and above

Step Bro!Rafe telling Bimbo!Step Sis!Reader that he’s the only one in the family that’s really looking out for you. That you can’t go out dressed like a whore because then the boys will stare at you and get the wrong idea, that you should always wear one of his shirts when you’re out because then everyone will know not to mess with you, they’ll know who you belong to…what family you belong to.

That he’s special enough for you to dress like that, but only around him and you don’t want to upset him right? Pulling you into his lap when it’s just the two of you and he’s doing lines, pushing you to do one with him. When you say no because ‘drugs are bad for you Rafey’, he frowns at you and says he gets it. You don’t trust him enough, you don’t care about him enough to do this for him after he’d done everything for you, that he thought you were different than the rest of this family. Your eyes would tear up because you made him sad, telling him you were sorry and if it made him happy you would. He’d subtly smirk at your eagerness, the tears streaming down your face as you begged him for the coke. But you weren’t going to snort it, no no no that wasn’t good enough for a pretty girl like you. He’d scoop some on his pinky and rub it onto your gums, telling you that you’re such a good girl. When it started kicking in, his hands would roam up the small night slip you had on. Gripping your inner thighs harshly as he spread them apart on his lap and shifted you forward some so that your cunt was more accessible. Your arousal would drip onto his pants, you’d whine that you were sorry for being so bad and making a mess. He’d tell you it was okay, just means you really trust him and are excited. You tell him it hurts, that it’s throbbing and uncomfortable to just sit still. He’d tell you he can fix that, but only if you trust him enough to let him, and of course you do. He was the only one looking out for your safety, the only one that really cared about you, so he’d drag his fingers to your tiny thong and rip it off before smearing your arousal around. His thumb would rub at your clit to make sure you were ready before sliding two fingers inside you, your cunt clenching tightly around them as you let out a high pitched whine and threw your head back. “That feel good?” he’d mutter, lips attaching to your neck. You’d manage to moan out a yes, telling him it feels so good and you want more. He’d add a third finger and watch as you squirmed around before finally coming undone all over his hand, his name falling from your lips in a soft whimper. Once you had came down, he’d pull his fingers out and suck them clean telling you how fucking sweet you taste. Then telling you nobody could know about this, it would be your little secret. Something special only for the two of you, that he could teach you all sorts of ways to make you feel good if you let him. And you being the eager, slutty, dumb step sister you were, you happily agreed.

how are you real. im actually feral foaming at the mouth his condesencion mixed with her eagerness to please him i am died dead. NO SHES JUST LIKE ME BECAUSE I WOULD ALSO LET RAFE CAMERON DO MY THINKING FOR ME.

silk chiffon

“sundown and i’m feeling lifted, downtown, cherry lipstick”

dark(ish)!rafe cameron x bimbo!kook!reader, the rafe photo quality above is so bad i’m sorry, anyway, reader is very easily manipulated, she’s also a lana fan, smut under the cut — be warned!! blow jobs, p in v sex (protected), inspired by this blurb ANDDDD @proactivetypaperson my pookie

Rafe picked you up every Friday at noon to go get lunch, get your allowance, and then go spend it. After you went shopping, you would go back to his house and turn on your favorite show to play in the background while you gave him a fashion show. And after that, you broke in your new clothes by getting on your knees and sucking him off. It was the routine and you loved every minute of it.

Your friends questioned the fact that he gave you money, but you assured them that it’s normal (because that’s what Rafe told you). You told your best friend about how you gave him daily blowjobs and she said that most people don’t do it everyday, but again, you told her that Rafe said it’s what makes your relationship as healthy as it is. She just sighs and lets out a laugh, saying something along the lines of “If it works, it works, I guess.”

You never questioned where he got the money he gave you. You actually never questioned anything he did, that was one of the things he loved about you. You were too infatuated with him to question his logic.

A lot of his friends were jealous of him for dating you. You wore your tiny skirts and tops, constantly reapplying lip gloss and mascara, smiling brightly at him. They just couldn’t bear the fact that someone as mean as Rafe was dating someone as sweet and innocent as you. After hearing his friends’ complaints, his only response was that you weren’t nearly as innocent as you seemed, which only ended in more jealousy.

In fact, you weren’t innocent at all! You and Rafe had met when he was selling coke at a party and you needed some to refill your Lana Del Rey necklace, obviously. He smiled at you, taking in your outfit: a pink tube top that stopped right above your belly button and a tiny little jean skirt that started right below it. You told him you’d do anything for the powder and then pulled out a lollipop from your bra. You unwrapped it then started to suck on it with a dramatic touch, unseen in his lust-clouded brain.

You took him to a random empty room and immediately got on your knees, pulling his cock out of his pants.

“God, you’re such a little coke whore, huh?” he groaned as you immediately started to take his whole length in your mouth.

You pulled off of him with a pop, “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you were cute. I’m not a whore!”

He just smiled and nodded, pushing you back onto his cock, fucking your throat until he came.

After that, it became a common occurrence. You got half price coke if you blew him? Deal! You searched for him at parties, and at the country club, and the golf course, anywhere!

You didn’t tell him you enjoyed it as much as he did, but he knew. It’s not like you were smart enough to be subtle. Finally, he asked you out, and you said yes instantly.

You two went to your favorite cafe, despite Rafe offering to take you somewhere luxurious, then went to your house. You were turning on your Ultraviolence record when a thought crossed your mind.

“Do I still get a deal on coke if we’re dating?”

He scoffed lightly, “You can have it for free if we actually have sex for once.”

You couldn’t respond. You had no clue that he actually liked you! You assumed the date might have been a pity thing, but you found the comment reassuring that he actually liked you. After all, the magazines you read religiously talk about how important sex is to a relationship.

“Is that a yes?”

“As long as you keep getting me off, you’ll never pay full-price, okay? Just don’t waste my time, if you don’t want to go out, we can stick to our former deal.”

You turned around and sat on the bed with him, “I do want to go on dates with you. I think you’re perfect.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him, which made you squeal with surprise. You had forgotten that you weren’t wearing panties until you felt his erection against your bare core. It made you hornier than ever.

He grinned at your reaction, watching the way you immediately started grinding against him, whimpering his name pathetically, begging him to touch you.

“My perfect little slut… not a thought in your head but sex, huh?” You whimpered and shook your head no. Of course you didn’t realize it was him mocking you, you thought it was a genuine question.

Rafe had never realized it until right now, when he knew for a fact that you were completely sober, that you were really, really dumb! He always thought it was the drinks or the coke or something along those lines, but now, with your Lana Del Rey record playing in your room with pink walls, hidden report cards, and a Cosmo magazine anywhere you looked, it really struck him. He could use this to his advantage; he could get you to do anything he wanted because you didn’t know any better.

He let you grind against him for a bit longer, loving how much you whined and pleaded, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“Hey, maybe if you got me a condom, I’d fuck you.” Your eyes lit up and you climbed off of him and off the bed, clawing through your messy bedside table drawer. You didn’t seem to realize that Rafe could see every personal belonging in there; vibrators, dildos, certain scandalous articles from magazines, empty vodka bottles, cherry chapstick, and finally, the sought-after box of condoms. You pulled one out, smiling at him with the biggest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

You got back on the bed and started to undo his pants. Rafe didn’t move a muscle; he wanted to see how far you’d go without any help. You pulled his cock out of his underwear, spitting in your hand and giving in a few strokes while you ripped open the condom with your teeth. You took your hand off of him and started to put the condom on him, glancing up through your eyelashes for approval.

He nodded at you, so you took your skirt off, finally revealing to him that you didn’t have any underwear on. He groaned at the sight of your glistening core. That was his breaking point. He grabbed your top, pulling it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra either. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, then put one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly. You whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as he gave the other one the same treatment.

All of the sudden, he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending shock waves through your system. You moaned his name, only spurring him on, he pushed his fingers into your center, relishing in the tightness after only two fingers. You were a mess, babbling about how perfect he was, how much you adored him, things along those lines.

Rafe curled his fingers, pressing against the spongey part inside you, making you whine even more incoherent praises, and finally one he understood, barely above a whisper. “Need you inside me now.” He grinned at your comment, pulling his fingers out of your soaking cunt.

You whined, but he just said, “You’ll be fine, baby. Something will replace ‘em real soon. Open up.” You opened your mouth and he shoved his fingers down your throat without a warning, making your eyes widen slightly in surprise, then you closed your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he whispered. He slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, watching the drool that came out of the corners. Your hips bucked at the praise, making him smile at you pitifully,

“My baby’s so cockdrunk and you barely even touched it,” you whined in response, “I know, I know. I’m working on it.” He adjusted your hips, lifting you up and lining his cock up with your entrance. He started to place you down gently, savoring how tight you were. You were whining and babbling again, begging him to move.

“Oh, baby, you have to do it yourself. I’ll help, but you’ve gotta work for it,” he smiled as you groaned his name in annoyance.

“Fine,” you mumbled, starting to circle your hips, “I have to do everything-” Your complaints were cut off when he moved his thumb back to rubbing slow circles on your clit. You were already so close when he was fucking you with his fingers, so there was no way you were going to last long.

“Rafe, I’m close,” you whined into his ear.

“Already?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, but if I don’t come, you have to suck me off.” His words made you clench around him as you came, finally pushed over the edge. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, helping you ride through the orgasm.

“You ready to move?” he asked, laughing lightly when you nodded immediately.

“Wanna make you feel good… as a, like a thank you.” You used your knees to get off of him. Then, you pulled the condom off, before getting off of the bed and onto your knees, motioning for him to come to the edge of the bed. As soon as he was where you wanted him, you took him fully into your mouth.

You moved your hands from his knees, searching for his hands, finding one and placing it on your head, hoping he understood. He put his other hand on your head and started thrusting into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. Your eyes watered, but you never pulled away. He finally came with a string of curses and you swallowed it all, opening your mouth to show him.

You got up and grabbed your pink waterbottle off of the side of your bed, drinking a large amount before offering it to Rafe. He shook his head no, and you shrugged your shoulders. You sucked on the straw as you searched for your clothes on the ground. Rafe watched you, almost in awe, and then when you looked at him, he never could’ve prepared for what you said next, that this is what was going to start your relationship.

“Y’know, we should do this more often!”

omg you walking down the aisle with lover playing in the bg i mightve shed a tear or two😮‍💨

Guys I miss my wife, she needs to come home immediately @proactivetypaperson

this has changed my brain chemistry. changed the trajectory of my life. the way you potrayed the perfect little figure 8 house wife trope is blowing my mind actually.

chemtrails over the country club

“washing my hair, doing the laundry, late night tv, i want you on me”

rafe cameron x housewife!reader, smut under the cut — be warned! dom/sub undertones, spit kink, blowjobs, reader sucks rafe off in front of barry 🤭 100 follower special

You and Rafe had been dating for a little less than half a year and his family loved you. Ward and Rose had never seen Rafe actually take someone’s feelings into account. Ever since they saw your relationship dynamic, they made it their job to make it stick.

When Rafe had freakouts, you went running to Rose, who told you that you’re the only person he listens to and that if you got married, he would never act that way again. At family dinners, Ward spoke to Rafe, telling him how much he loved you. He said you were perfect match, mentioning how you would be the perfect wife. These comments became a normality.

It really got to Rafe; he was constantly thinking of you as his little housewife, baking for him, running around with his kids, drinking at the country club. He proposed soon after, you two had a beautiful wedding, and now it’s better than he ever could’ve imagined.

You would do anything he said. He wanted a beer? It was immediately in his hand. He was hungry? You had made a three-course meal and some cookies for later. He had a hard day and needed something to take his anger out on? You were on your knees, begging for him to use your throat and fuck you senseless. It was like getting married flipped a switch in your mind.

He loved this newly developed obedience. Sure, you had almost always done what he said when you were dating, but you had been a brat about it (most Kook girls were, considering they had everything they wanted handed to them on a silver platter), but now there’s never anything but happiness in your voice as you follow his every order.

For example, this evening, you were cooking dinner for him when he walked in the door, slamming it with a large and dramatic sigh.

“How was your day, baby?” you had asked him, preparing for a 40-minute break-down of everything that went wrong.

“Fucking terrible,” he walked behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, talking despite his face cradling into your neck, “Hey, I invited someone over for dinner tonight, can you make a few changes and make enough food for one more?”

You smiled, leaning into his touch, “Sure, I’m only starting the main course. I just have to make more salads then I can come back to this. Who’s coming over?”

“Mmm, just Barry-”

“I don’t want him to come over, you’ll just do coke.”

He sighed into your neck, “Baby, I would never do that if you didn’t want me to.”

“Good, because if you do coke tonight, I might just die,” you joked, turning around and finally seeing his face. He looked exhausted.

“Are you sure you don’t want to cancel? You look worn out.”

“No, if I talk to him today, I’ll be done with business for the week. Then I get to see you for the rest of it.”

You sighed, “That does sound nice.”

“I know it does, baby,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. You pulled away almost right away, leaving him confused.

“What time is he going to be here?”

He thought for a second, “I think 6:00.”

You glanced at the clock, “Shit, get out! I need to finish the food in time.”

He laughed lightly as you ushered him out of the kitchen, pulling him in for a genuine kiss before he could leave the room entirely.

When the doorbell rang at 6:00, the table was set and you were rushing down the steps to answer the door.

“Barry! It’s so good to see you! Come in, we’ll be eating in there,” you said, motioning to the dining room.

As he walked in, you took his coat and offered him a drink, which he accepted. As you went off to get the beer he asked for, he sat at the table across from Rafe.

“You’ve really got her trained, man.”

Rafe smiled ever so slightly, “No, she came like that.”

You brought in the food and drinks and made polite conversation, chatting until Rafe told you to leave because they had “business to take care of.” You smiled politely, asking what time they wanted dessert before excusing yourself from the table.

You made the finishing touches on the cake, humming to yourself while keeping an eye on the clock. As soon as the clock hit 7:00, you were back in the dining room, carefully carrying two plates, each adorned with a beautifully cut slice of cake.

“Right on time, baby,” Rafe praised, making you blush as you set the plates down. He loved that he still had that effect on you.

“Should I stay?” you asked.

Barry cleared his throat, “Actually, baby, Rafe was just telling me that you do a lot for him and gave me an example I was just fascinated by. Would you mind showing me?”

“What is it?” you asked, glancing at your husband, who had a proud look on his face.

“C’mere, baby.” You walked towards Rafe, who had pulled his chair back, not having the slightests clue what he was planning. Was he going to make you sit on his lap? Embarrass yourself?

“Good girl, now get on your knees.” You did what he asked, thrown off-guard, but not wanting to disappoint him.

“Open,” he tapped your jaw. You opened your mouth and he spit in it. You swallowed with burning cheeks, opening again to show him it was gone.

“You’re going to show Barry how good you suck me off, okay?” You nodded, blushing furiously, and started to undo his pants, hearing a chair scrape against the floor. The floor you had just perfected, you really hope it didn’t make a mark. Then, you saw Barry sitting next to Rafe, getting a better seat to observe you.

You pulled down Rafe’s underwear and spit in your hand, starting to stroke his cock. He groaned at the image and bucked into your hand. You smiled at the action; you loved how responsive he was.

Finally, after what felt like ages, but what was probably less than a minute, you leaned forward, kitten-licking the tip. He sighed at the feeling, looking down at you and meeting your eyes. As soon as you made eye contact with him, you took him into your mouth, pressing your tongue on the vein of his cock. He put his hands in your hair, making it into a ponytail and starting to thrust into your mouth.

You adjusted the way you were sitting so you were sitting directly on Rafe’s foot, grinding against it. He looked down, noticing your movements and laughed to himself before looking over at Barry.

“Isn’t she just a perfect little whore? She’s getting off on sucking my dick.” You whined around him at the way he was talking about you, as if you weren’t even there.

“A match made in heaven,” Barry replied as he took in your position.

You were seeing stars. It was like the fact that they were ignoring you while watching you so closely was bringing you closer to orgasm.

Your eyes were watering as Rafe forced his cock down your throat, making your mascara smudge. It was always so satisfying to Rafe to see you like this, knowing he was the one that ruined you. That thought alone brought him to the edge, finally cumming down your throat.

He pulled you off of him and lifted you onto his lap. He grabbed his glass of water and handed it to you, which you took graciously, drinking almost half.

Then you spoke, barely above a whisper, “Rafe, I didn’t cum.”

“Mm, does my girl wanna come? You’ve gotta beg, baby.”

You whined, “Please, Rafe, I’ll do anything. I just wanna come, please, please, please.”

He smiled at you, “Hmm… Maybe after dessert. We still haven’t eaten it yet. Go get washed up, baby.”

ur so cute ive missed u too 🫶🏼🫶🏼 - cosmiclvrs

hi omg youre the absolute cutest and ive missed you so so much you have no idea🫶