#bfd!rafe

[donatellawritings]

thoughts on best friends dad!rafe!

introducing bfd!rafe & dolly!reader

there was pathetically sick part of rafe that got off on knowing that he still had it — especially with such a young girl like you who was an absolute knockout, absolutely eager and willing to bend to his every whim. he had watched you bloom into the young woman you were today, but the moment you turned eighteen, you became a bit more forward with your intentions. from wearing skimpy bikinis whenever you joined his sweet son on family trips, to the thin satin dresses that tented with your hard nipples on thursday dinners — you made sure to always look your best for mr. cameron.

but what made rafe melt was the way you were so immersed in him, you completely dismissed how his son was head over heels in love with you — and you can call rafe a sick man, but he always craved being the center of attention, no matter the costs. his little boy would just have to move on, not that he ever stood a chance against his overpowering and domineering father.

so, when rafe’s son asked if you could spend the summer at tannyhill, rafe was eager to oblige, masking his reasoning with ‘wanting his next of kin to be happy at home’, despite his true intentions of having you surrender all of yourself to him, now running rampant is his tainted and somewhat deranged mind.

on the first night of your extended stay, you found yourself sat beside your best friend’s father, your tooth-achingly sweet and doting best friend seated directly across from you, completely oblivious to the way his father stared at you with that same sense of longing and desire.

you liked mr. cameron — he was always so sweet to you, he bought you the finest birthday presents, complimented your girly, but borderline inappropriate outfits, and he always seemed to know exactly what you needed at any given time.

and maybe, just maybe there was a part of you that knew he felt the same way about you too.

carelessly leaning over the dining table, you fought back a knowing smirk as your swollen tits bulged against the hem of your sleeveless romper, the ribbed fabric clinging to your warm frame as you reached for a piece of bread, “thank you for having me, mr. cameron,” you sang, your sweet voice all light and airy as you glanced at the older man, your heart jumping as you caught his eyes stuck on the fat of your plush ass cheeks that managed to swallow the romper.

masking his faux pas with a forced clearing of his throat, mr. cameron licks over his lips with a smile, “well — ahem, f’course, my wife and i really appreciate how good of a friend you’ve been to our boy, isn’t that right, honey?”

rafe knew exactly what he was doing, his trained blue eyes carefully taking in the way your plump smile faltered into a brief frown and how the sparkle in your eyes dimmed. your bubble of security had been popped in that very moment as you tugged on the top hem of your romper, your nailed fingers lightly grazing over the baby pink bow that had been sewn between the valley of your breasts.

your oh so pretty and fake smile only intensified as mrs. cameron sauntered into the dining room. you absolutely hated how your shared likeness towards mr. cameron had soured your perception of the clueless woman who still viewed you to be the daughter she always wanted.

placing a manicured hand atop of mr. cameron’s shoulder, you watch as the woman leans down to capture rafe’s lips in a quick kiss, “mhm. you know that we love having you over, sweetie. you keep us on our toes, dolly” she laughs, gently nudging the apple of your cheek as she makes her way to her seat, directly across from mr. cameron.

dolly — the dear nickname that you’d been given by mr. cameron, you’d always been so wet behind the ears, dainty, and entirely too vulnerable. but, it didn’t feel right coming from her.

answering with a short nod, you are a bit too eager to change the topic of discussion, a silent huff of stress leaving your faded plum stained lips as your best friend furrows his brows at your standoffish behavior, “y’okay?” he mouths, softly nudging your shin with the tip of his converse.

“i’m okay,” you mouth back, a soft smile on your pillowy lips as you steal a quick glance at mr. cameron who catches your sneaky gaze, sending you a quick wink as he takes a sip from his glass of chilled red wine.

licking over your dry lips, you swallow thickly, popping a warm and fluffy piece of bread into your needy mouth as mr. cameron’s long and slender leg brushes against yours. fighting back a smile, you remain silent as mrs. cameron enlightens the table about her new endeavors at cameron development, your eyes glazed over as you quietly hook your leg over his firm thigh.

honing your focus into chewing the piece of bread in your mouth, you watch from the corner of your bambi eyes as rafe inconspicuously slides a large hand over the smooth skin of your waxed leg.

now lost in the sensation of mr. cameron’s hand gently kneading soothing circles around your ankle, your eyes widen as rafe’s voice cuts into your dazed state, “y’seem pretty sleepy over there, dolly — everything a’ight?” he questions knowingly, his buzzed head tilted to the side as his pink lips part in anticipation of your next words.

feverishly nodding, you send rafe a forced courteous smile, “yes, mr. cameron — just sleepy,” you answer politely.

returning his attention to his son and wife, rafe keeps a tight hold on your small ankle, the cold bite of his wedding band digging into your warmed and bronze skin. you always loved to prance around tannyhill barefoot, you’re pretty pink toes on full display, ever since your younger days.

and rafe was painfully reminded of that, a feigned smile of interest on his handsomely structured face as he gave your cute little toes a gentle squeeze, every now and again.

all while his poor son and unsuspecting wife sat and ate their overly priced steak dinner.

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #bfd!rafe #dolly!reader #rafe x reader

[maybanksbabe]

how would bfd!rafe react when r tells him she’s pregnant and he’s the dad?… 🧍‍♀️

Oohhh my goooddd... He'd probably panic tbh but he doesn't want to risk losing her, so he makes sure she understands all of her options and it can only get more complicated if she decides to stay with her boyfriend, right? Having to pretend that the baby is his and not Rafes 🫠🫠

#pregnancy tw #libra's rafe #bfd!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

🧡.

Boyfriend’s dad!Rafe hiring reader as his assistant so he can be around her without anyone being suspicious and fucks her in his office everyday

🫢🫢 scandalous!!

#🧡 anon #libra's rafe #rafe thots #bfd!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

boyfriend’s dad!rafe and r having sex and her moaning smth like “you’re sm better than him , fuck” 😩😩😩

Oop-🔥

#libra's rafe #rafe thots #bfd!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

bfd rafe overhearing reader talking to his daughter about how he’s “beekeeping age”, to which he is really confused especially because his daughter goes “ew shut up”

🐰.

😂😂 I had no idea that was a term but I love it! But his daughter understanding and being grossed out even though he's listening in with no idea what it means 😂😂

#🐰 anon #libra's rafe #best friends dad!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

bfd Rafe sitting next to r during dinner and as he’s talking to his daughter r squeezes his thigh and she keeps going higher

🪸

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 oh my god the Tension would be UNREAL ❤️‍🔥

#libra's rafe #best friends dad!rafe #🪸 anon #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

bfd rafe finding reader bent over getting water and snacks in the middle of the night in the kitchen, not knowing whether to continue watching her obliviously move in her tiny sleep shorts or to make his presence known.

🐰.

🫣🫣

Late night kitchen shenanigans 🤤

#🐰 anon #libra's rafe #best friends dad!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

bfd rafe taking the girls out for a boat day trip and he’s just gripping the steering wheel and his eyes are dark and glazed over in thought because he’s trying to distract himself from reader’s very small bikini.

she notices, so to tease him further she goes “mr cameron i can’t reach this spot on my back, could you please help me” while batting her eyelashes at him.

🐰.

🫢😵‍💫😏😏

#🐰 anon #libra's rafe #rafe thots #best friends dad!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

https://www.tumblr.com/maybanksbabe/725453423521251328/bfd-rafe-taking-the-girls-out-for-a-boat-day-trip

omg and her bsf would be like “why didn’t you ask me?” And r would go like “oh because u we’re doing something and I didn’t wanna distract you” with the most innocent smile ever

🪸

😏😏 and she's none the wiser

#🪸 anon #libra's rafe #best friends dad!rafe #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

okay but would bfd!rafe and r actually have sex or would they just touch eachother and stuff, like not actual piv sex but maybe just oral , fingering and stuff like that?

I think so! But it would take a while for them to get to that point yk? Like a lot of building that relationship and trust before either admitted they were ready

#libra's rafe #best friends dad!rafe #rafe thots #libra speaks

[maybanksbabe]

🧡.

https://www.tumblr.com/nicehsyn/725010097202446336

Bfd!Rafe x reader

🫠🥵❤️‍🔥 YES IT IS

#🧡 anon #libra's rafe #rafe thots #best friends dad!rafe #libra speaks