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[axelakim]

NSFW Alphabet- (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

Ummm I did it hehe (I listened to a lot of Lana Del Rey while I wrote this and I have nothing further to say on that matter). Paired with my Benny x Bunny series!

Minors please do not interact!!

A= Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

The first thing Benny does afterwards is asking if you're okay, checking in with you. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in his own haze of desire and high that he doesn't always communicate to you so it's very important for Benny that he checks on you, especially right after as he collapses over you, face buried in you neck, legs tangled with your own. Of course your answer is a breathless yes as you run your fingers through his hair, pressing a sweet but sloppy kiss to his cheek.

When he does eventually catch his breath, he slides off you and lights a cigarette before pulling you back to him. You'll lay in bed together, the heat cooling and heartbeats returning to a resting pace. And of course you find something to start talking about (because you always have something to talk about) and he just listens to you, an enamored look in his eyes.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of their partners?)

Benny Cross is a boob man. He practically melts at those tight shirts that wrap so perfectly around your chest. Anything with a generous view will have his head spinning all day. He's obsessed with them, with you. In moments of intimacy, he's fondling, squeezing and exploring them with his large hands. His tongue is drawn to circling your nipples, obsessed with the way you groan beneath him.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves the sickeningly sweet taste of your cum. He'll trail his tongue up your inner thighs, reveling at the warmth. And god, you're already so wet for him and he's barely touched you. Your smell blinding his senses, your taste on his lips - he can't get enough of it.

As far as he goes, he'd prefer to cum inside you. He doesn't want to do anything that you might consider degrading because he'd never think that way about you, he worships you.

D= Dirty Secret (What's a dirty secret of theirs?)

Benny can't help but get excited at the thought of you dominating him. He could easily relinquish the power to you if you only knew. He can't get the image out of his mind of you on top of him, your hair tangling over his face, body glistening. Though he'd never communicate these fantasies with you because he has a reputation to keep up. (And let's face it, he's terrible at communicating)

E= Experience (How experienced are they in the bedroom? Do they know what they're doing?)

It's safe to say that Benny knows his way around the bedroom (he was a bit of a womanizer before he met you), but he's never been with a girl that he truly loves until you so it's his personal mission to bring you the utmost pleasure every time. He's surprised you with his talents in the bedroom, the first being able to unhook your bra with one hand without looking. You gasped into his kiss and he couldn't help but smile at your innocence.

F= Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves to be able to see your face, doe-eyes all glazed over in pleasure and brows furrowed in attention, so his go to is missionary. And it's perfect for him to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. peppering your soft skin with his appreciation as he rocks into you.

Though sometimes when you two don't quite make it to the bed, Benny loves to have you on his lap, your legs wrapped around his torso and his hands climbing along the small of your back. From this position, his face is buried in between your breast as you squirm over his thighs and it's enough to send him into orbit.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

Benny's usually pretty serious during the act, so caught up in his own head, most likely too focused at the task at hand. But your nervous giggle can bring him back to reality and my god is he so lightheaded at that sound. Then it becomes a challenge to get you to be a blushing, flustered mess. He thrives on teasing you and is truly caught off-guard when you match his energy and turn the tables on him. (It's rare, but you can get a laugh out of him too)

H= Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

With dark and curly hair, he is pretty unkept down there, only ever going as far as trimming it every once in a while. If you give him preference, he'd comply but for the most part, he's pretty low maintenence.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Are they romantic?)

Sex used to be a bit of a means to an end for Benny before he met you. He never really cared much for the romantic side of it until he found you. Then his whole flawed viewpoint changed. With you, he wants to be romantic, wants to show you he can be good for you. The foreplay and sensual moments are more intimate with you than he's ever been before. He no longer wants to rush through to satisfy his own needs, he'd rather take his time and spread kisses along your delicate skin, fingers exploring as if it were his very first touch.

J= Jack off (Masturbation headcannon)

Benny doesn't really self-pleasure anymore. You two go at it so often that he does not feel the need to do anything for himself. Only ever when he's away on an overnight trip with the club that you couldn't make it to will he consider taking matters into his own hands again.

K= Kink (What is one of their kinks?)

Let's face it, because of Benny's dark past, he has a significant praise kink. If you whisper how good he feels inside you, how handsome he looks like this, he'd just about lose all sense of control. You're the most perfect thing in his eyes so for you to say something in kind to him, he'd find himself having the endurance he never knew he had, all in attempt to repay you.

Edging is also very fun for him. He loves your whimpers, the desperation in your raspy voice as you say, "Benny, please." Begging, pleading for him to satisfy you, body practically shaking at his touch - it all drives him mad with desire and he'll give it to you. He just likes the thrill of that first...

L= Location (Favorite place to do the do?)

Lately Benny has discovered that sex on the kitchen counters is really fun. He loves having you placed on the cool counter top, legs wrapped around his waist. You look so small, so petite and pretty and Benny knows the kitchen is a special place for you so he shows you a whole new world of possibilities that can happen there. You find yourself blushing at the insinuation at first, but then he has his warm hands wrapped around your waist and hiking you up on the cool countertop and suddenly you are filled with warmth as he pushes your legs apart, fitting his body between them and kissing you senseless.

But his favorite is when he has you in bed and can take all the time in the world to worship you, the absolute goddess you are.

M= Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

Your gentle touches throughout the day get him turned on and ready to go. A couple of your fingers wrapping around his wrist as you tug to get his attention in the bar, your hand finding his bicep and pulling him close to whisper something in his ear, your foot nudging his accidently under the table - nothing inherently sexual, but all acts that still get him going regardless because you're you.

N= No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Benny would never do anything that could hurt you. He'd made a promise to never hurt you, and he's a man of his word. . . but that doesn't mean he isn't going to give you the occasional spank, especially if you walk by him in a tight dress.

O= Oral (Preference in giving, receiving, skill etc.)

Benny prefers to give rather than receive. He loses all sense of reality when his face is between your legs, fingers gripping your thighs so rough he's most likely leaving bruises, but you don't seem to mind. Your hands buried in his hair, lacing through the tendrils and tugging with each lap of his tongue drives him to a level of delirium that he can barely hear your panting whines above the ringing in his ears.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Though it depends on the situation, Benny's usually always pretty fast. The foreplay gets him overstimulated and jittery so he has to get that out and it comes in a pace that leaves you both breathless and hearts pounding. Hot and heavy is how you described it to him afterwards.

If he has control of himself, he tries to make it slow and sensual. This normally happens when he's had a long day and he's tired. Slow touches, gentle hands finding your hips, unraveling you until you're begging for him.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Benny is always game for a quickie. He'll try to find somewhere comfortable for you, but most of the time you're too drunk on lust to care anyway. The bathroom at the clubhouse has been the scene of your dirty acts a few too many times. But he can't help it, you were teasing him with that mischivious look in your eyes as you bit you bottom lip softly, gaze roaming over his body suggestively. He'd grab you by the upper arm and escort you to the bathroom immediately, groaning about how you're such a minx when you want to be.

You're so vocal that he has to put a hand over your mouth. "You're gonna give away our little spot, Bunny." And god you hope not but the strange looks you receive as you both come out of the bathroom, you desperately trying to smooth your disheveled hair and fix the lining of your skirt, Benny just rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide the shit-eating grin because he knows people had to have heard you.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Benny's entire life is filled with risks. He's the definition of risk-taker so if you have something you want to try, he'd oblige you. This especially goes for risks in public like the bar bathroom. He almost wants people to know, to hear your whimpers and know that you're all his and only he can bring those sounds from your pretty little throat.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for?)

Oh he’s got a HIGH sex drive so he can go quite a few rounds before he needs a break. He’s always asking you if you’re good after each round, he wants to check with you. Though when it comes to you're giving him head, those soft, plump lips wrapped around his cock, he always finishes fast, unable to help himself when it comes to your extraordinary tongue. You want to tease him about it, but the way his head tipped back, eyes screw shut, his brows knitted together tightly, mouth agape - he's just too pretty and the words die before they reach your lips.

T= Toys (Do they own toys and do they use them?)

He's not really interested in any toys. His hands and mouth are good enough for him ;) but if there’s something you’re interested in trying, he definitely wouldn’t say no.

U= Unfair (How much of a tease are they?)

Benny loves to make you blush, loves to get you flustered. He'll whisper naughty things in your ear at the club meetings just to get a reaction from you. He'll lean back to see your doe-eyes widen, mouth falling agape and he winks at you to completely make you lose all sense of reality.

He also loves to put a hand on your thigh while you're at the club picnics, sliding it up slowly just so that he can feel you squeeze your legs together and shoot him a warning look.

V= Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

When you’re alone and in the safety of your home, Benny is loud. He can’t stop the groans and moans and he doesn’t want to. He wants you to know how good you feel to him, wants to show you what you do to him. And he wants to hear you, too. He goes wild for the whimpers and pants you make when his fingers are inside you, loves to see the breath stolen from your mouth as you moan.

W= Wild card (A random headcannon for them)

When he got home from a weekend spent on the road, he was practically buzzing with excitement because he had called you from the pay phone outside his motel room earlier and you told him you had a surprise waiting for him at home.

You pulled him up the stairs to your bedroom, a mischievous smile on your face as you disappeared into your closet, leaving him sitting on the bed to wait. And he waited, knee bouncing in anticipation.

Then you came out in that sexy little lingerie dress and his heart nearly stopped. The black lace, see-through in areas that left little to the imagination and covering in areas of sweet innocence that made his head spin. He’d never seen anything like it. He’d never seen anything like you. “Wow…” was all he was able to manage. You giggled at his speechlessness and spun around for him to get a good view of the back.

The sex that night went more rounds than he thought possible, spent with playful comments and dirty words.

“I have it in other colors, too.” You announced as you lay flat on your back next to him, panting and out of breath and Benny groaned loudly.

X= X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

It’s no secret that Benny is toned. He’s got muscle definition of someone who works out every day, even if he rarely does. That goes for more than just his arms; you can feel the warmth of his thighs through his jeans when you’re sitting on his lap, the tone evident. His abs carved deep into that gorgeous golden skin tone rolls evenly into a well placed V. And below that? Well, let's just say he is cocky and bold for a reason, he's got the package to prove it. ;)

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's always lusting after you, doesn't matter if you're doing something fundamentally sexy or not. You drop something and have to bend over to pick it up, he's instantly in the mood. You grunt as you lift something heavy, he's ready to jump your bones right then and there. You bite your lip as you concentrate on writing something down, he wants to grab you and kiss you senseless. You're just so unintentionally arousing for him.

Z= Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Benny is usually wired after your shared moments of intimacy. He'll lay awake in bed for a long time, mind reeling with the fresh memories as you nod off beside him. He'll light a cigarette and give himself till it burns out to clear his mind, watching you beside him, brushing your messy hair from your face and counting his lucky stars and thanking whatever higher power above has granted him you and you're all his.

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[axelakim]

✰ 𝐛𝐟!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐠𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

— rich boyfriend rafe and his whole heartedly pogue girlfriend

rating: sfw — cw: none

— boyfriend!rafe who… actually gets annoyed when you spend your money instead of his: “look, baby, i know you can but why when i’m literally throwing my card at you?” he questioned. “i’m not taking it, rafe,” you rebutted. “yeah? okay, don’t,” he mumbled, casually dropping a banded stack of cash onto your lap.

— boyfriend!rafe who… absolutely judged a book by it’s cover when you first met, knowing you were from a side of town he didn’t favor, but your beauty was something he couldn’t ignore. though, his outlook barely shifted; technically, not all pogues were trash, but he considered you to be the one and only exception.

— boyfriend!rafe who… is used to getting what he wants, so he was highly taken aback when you declined his first offer to go out. it was new and completely foreign, but it only made him want you even more — he’s always had a desire to obtain the ‘unobtainable’

— boyfriend!rafe who… caught so much shit from topper and kelce when they found out about his relationship with a pogue; so much so that rafe almost fought them over it, telling them to ‘get the fuck over it’ and to never speak on you again.

— boyfriend!rafe who… on occasion would reluctantly let your pogue friends go out on his yacht with the two of you for the day, which ultimately would end with him dropping them off an hour (or four) early. he wants them miles away from his pristine boat but loves how happy you look when you were all together.

— boyfriend!rafe who… hears you mention liking something once and makes sure it’s in your hands before the following day ends. they were always simple things like a cute t-shirt or sunglasses, which, to him, were so cheap and mundane that he found it rather adorable when you’d cherish them like literal gold.

— boyfriend!rafe who… isn’t too fond of where you live — your house being small, somewhat falling apart, and overall something far below rafe’s standards. he wishes you’d take him up on his offer to simply get you an apartment on his side of town: “okay, but it’d be so much better for you… and you’d be closer to me,” he mumbled, a small smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips.

— boyfriend!rafe who… takes you riding on his dirt bike to go sightseeing across figure eight, often taking the long way home just to feel your arms wrapped around his waist for just a little longer. you once asked if you could drive it, which would have been your first time, to which he immediately said, “fuck no, what — you tryin’ to break your neck? no.”

— boyfriend!rafe who… tried his first ever boxed mac and cheese with you, as random as it was, after you insisted it’s the greatest inexpensive food on earth; him beforehand saying, “what? y/n, that’s fucking powder…” but after he tried a bite of yours, he reluctantly said, “it’s not that bad… i might see the appeal.”

— boyfriend!rafe who… gives you ‘ultimatums’ when buying you clothes (although, you always insist you don’t need them), saying he’ll get you whatever you want as long as you try on some of his picks first. he would have gotten whatever you wanted regardless, he just liked seeing you model for him, which, secretly, you knew.

— boyfriend!rafe who… buys you extremely expensive jewelry and lies about the price, saying it’s a hundred times cheaper than it is to avoid you trying to give it back. he enjoys watching the dainty bracelet on your wrist or gold studs in your ears glint in the sunlight, knowing that you’re clueless on that fact that they’re the nicest money could buy — he needs only the best for his girl.

— boyfriend!rafe who… truly hated physical touch until you showed him it could be gentle — that it could be sweet, and warm, and kind, and didn’t have to leave him bloody or sore. he loves when you run your nails gingerly across his scalp or hold his hand in your lap, twisting absentmindedly at the rings adorning his long fingers; a type of touch (and love) he’d never felt before

— boyfriend!rafe who… craves your validation, no matter how big or small. he just needs to hear that he did something right, something good, something you’re proud of. he wants to hear you tell him he did a great job at making you dinner or picking out a dress for your spontaneous outings — your approval means so much more to him than you’d ever know.

— boyfriend!rafe who… uses his high status to (begrudgingly) help your pogue friends get out of whatever trouble they land themselves into, knowing it means alot to you and takes a weight off your shoulders: “m’doing this for you, alright? not them, you.”

— boyfriend!rafe who… is pretty heavy on pda. he doesn’t care whose watching when he lazily drapes a possessive arm around your shoulders, or when he kisses you messily with full force; whether it be a kook or pogue witnessing his shameless affections, he didn’t care — who’d dare to say something about it?

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the only man ever

[axelakim]

RAFE CAMERON - mini boyfriend

x FEM!reader - MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: rafe doens't realise your mini boyfriend is actually your sonny angel

WORD COUNT: 1802

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: /

‘he may bring you happiness’

it was your anniversary, and rafe had been surprisingly sweet about it all day. he’d planned dinner at your favorite restaurant, bought you flowers that were still sitting pretty on your desk, and was now lying on your bed while you got ready in the bathroom.

the sound of the shower running filled the room, steam creeping out from under the bathroom door. rafe had been patient for a while, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, but your phone buzzing on the nightstand kept pulling his attention.

he ignored it the first few times. he knew you got a lot of notifications, and most of the time, they weren’t urgent. but after the fifth buzz in under two minutes, he couldn’t resist anymore.

“what the hell is so important?” he muttered, reaching for your phone.

he unlocked it quickly—he knew your passcode, and you never cared if he used it. the messages were from sarah, which made him pause. his sister wasn’t exactly someone he thought would be texting you on your anniversary.

he clicked the notification, and the messages popped up.

rafe froze, staring at the screen. “mini boyfriend?” he said out loud, his jaw tightening. what the hell was sarah talking about? who was she talking about?

his mind immediately went to the worst. sure, you were dating him, but rafe knew how people saw you—sweet, funny, way too good for a guy like him. he didn’t think you’d cheat, but this? it didn’t sound great.

he tapped the screen, about to scroll up, when he heard the water shut off in the bathroom. panicking, he put the phone back down where he found it.

rafe flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to pretend like he hadn’t just seen that. but the words mini boyfriend kept replaying in his mind, eating away at him.

meanwhile, your screen was still lighting up with messages.

dinner was perfect. well, almost. the table was beautiful, the food was amazing, and rafe looked so good in the crisp white button-up you loved. but something about him felt… off. he wasn’t being cold—actually, he was softer than usual. maybe too soft.

he pulled out your chair for you, asked if your wine was okay twice, and kept checking in on you in a way that felt less like boyfriend-y attentiveness and more like guilt.

you tried to shake it off. maybe he was just nervous—it was your anniversary, after all.

but when the waiter cleared the dessert plates and you leaned closer to tease him about stealing your crème brûlée, he barely cracked a smile.

“babe,” you said softly, resting your hand over his. “what’s wrong?”

he blinked at you, as if caught off guard, and quickly shook his head. “nothing. nothing’s wrong,” he said, but his knee bounced under the table, and he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“rafe,” you pressed, squeezing his hand. “are you sure?”

“yeah,” he said quickly, then ran a hand through his hair. “just—here.”

before you could say anything else, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small turquoise box, the iconic white ribbon tied perfectly around it.

your breath caught in your throat. “rafe…”

“it’s not a big deal,” he said quickly, sliding the box across the table to you. “i mean, if you don’t like it, i can get you something else. something better. more expensive.”

your hands were shaking as you picked it up, untying the ribbon with a mix of nerves and excitement. the second you opened the box and saw the delicate tiffany & co. bracelet inside, your heart stopped.

it was the bracelet. the one you’d shown him months ago in passing, not thinking for a second that he’d actually remember.

“rafe,” you whispered, your voice cracking as tears welled up in your eyes.

“what?” he asked, watching you carefully. “is it okay? i didn’t know if you still liked it or—”

“are you kidding?” you interrupted, looking up at him with watery eyes. “i love it. i’ve wanted this forever.”

for the first time all night, he let out a small laugh, his shoulders relaxing. “yeah?”

you nodded quickly, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist and holding it up to admire it. “it’s perfect.”

he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“rafe, baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, lowering your hand to hold his.

he hesitated, staring down at the table for a moment before finally shaking his head. “nothing. as long as you’re happy, i’m good.”

but you could tell there was more to it. and as much as you wanted to press him, you didn’t. not yet. because tonight wasn’t about whatever was going on in his head. tonight was about the two of you.

rafe’s grip on the steering wheel was loose, his eyes fixed on the road as you leaned back in the passenger seat, admiring your bracelet under the glow of the streetlights.

“can we stop by john b’s real quick?” you asked, breaking the silence.

he glanced at you, a little confused. “why?”

“i just need to pick something up,” you said vaguely, trying not to give anything away.

his jaw tightened for a split second—he still wasn’t entirely sure what sarah’s texts earlier had been about, and hearing john b’s name wasn’t exactly helping—but he nodded. “yeah, okay.”

the drive was quiet, the tension in the car lingering just under the surface. when you finally pulled into the chateau’s driveway, you hopped out before rafe even had a chance to kill the engine.

“i’ll be quick!” you called over your shoulder, disappearing inside.

quick turned into ten minutes. then fifteen.

rafe leaned back in the driver’s seat, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he waited.

inside, you were crouched on the floor of sarah’s room, your excitement bubbling over as she showed you her latest unboxings.

“i got the cow one!” she squealed, holding up the tiny figurine.

“oh my god,” you laughed, carefully holding the one you’d just picked up. it was perfect—exactly what you’d been hoping for. you turned it over in your hands, smiling at the idea of giving it to rafe. he always rolled his eyes whenever you gushed about how fun they were, but you knew he secretly loved the way you lit up when you talked about them.

you couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“okay, i really have to go,” you said, stuffing the tiny box into your bag and standing up.

sarah smiled. “have fun giving that one to him.”

you waved at her, laughing as you left.

back in the car, rafe glanced at you as you climbed into the passenger seat. “what took you so long?”

“sorry,” you said, trying to sound casual as you shoved your bag under your seat. “sarah was just showing me something.”

he raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. instead, he pulled out of the driveway, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“you good now?” he asked, glancing at you.

“yep,” you said, trying to hide your excitement as you thought about the little surprise waiting for him.

back at tannyhill, you practically pulled rafe inside by the hand, practically buzzing with excitement. he trailed behind you, still a little lost in his own thoughts, but he followed because, well, that’s just how it always was between you two.

“okay,” you said, leading him to the couch and gently nudging him to sit down. “sit down. i’ve got a surprise for you.”

he raised an eyebrow. “a surprise? for me?”

“yes, for you,” you said, grinning as you reached into your bag and pulled out the tiny, wrapped box. “since, you’ve been giving to give me a lot of things, this one’s for you.”

rafe shifted, looking a little hesitant. “babe, i told you. you don’t have to give me anything. you shouldn't waste your money on me. you’re the one i’m supposed to spoil.”

you rolled your eyes, holding the little box behind your back. “it’s not expensive, i promise.”

he gave you a skeptical look. “if you say so.”

“now close your eyes,” you urged, a little giddy.

he sighed dramatically but complied, his eyelids falling shut as he settled back into the couch. “this better not be another trick,” he muttered.

“it’s not a trick, i swear,” you said, trying not to giggle. you handed him the little box, gently placing it in his hands.

“okay, open them,” you said softly.

rafe blinked down at the box in his hands, looking genuinely confused. “what is this?” he asked, turning it over a couple of times.

“just open it,” you said, eyes sparkling with excitement.

with a slight frown, he ripped off the wrapping paper, revealing a familiar-looking box. his eyes flickered up to meet yours, confusion still clear on his face. “isn’t this what you have all over your room?”

you grinned widely. “yep! and now, you have your very first mini boyfriend.”

rafe’s expression softened, his confusion shifting into a look of relief, then amusement. “wait, hold on. my mini boyfriend?”

“yep!” you beamed. “remember how you always said you didn’t get why I liked them so much? now you can try it for yourself. i thought you’d enjoy it.”

rafe blinked at the box, then at you. the whole situation seemed to settle into his brain, and a small laugh escaped him.

the entire time he thought you’d been seeing someone on the side.

“exactly,” you said, practically glowing with excitement. “isn’t he cute?”

he stared at the little box for a moment, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he carefully opened it. the tiny figurine—a pig—sat there, innocently smiling up at him.

“oh… it’s a pig?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “you really mean mini boyfriend, huh?”

“yep,” you laughed, leaning into him. “a very cute mini boyfriend.”

rafe shook his head, still chuckling softly. “i thought for sure it was some guy or something. i wasn’t expecting… this.”

you beamed up at him, the look of joy in your eyes uncontainable. “see? it’s fun, right? i knew you’d like it.”

rafe leaned back, still holding the figurine, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “honestly, this is kinda… adorable. you’re ridiculous, but i get it now.”

“i told you,” you teased. “it’s just fun. and now you have your very own mini boyfriend.”

rafe chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “you’re lucky i’m crazy about you, or i’d say this whole mini boyfriend thing is weird.”

you smiled up at him, glad to see the look of genuine happiness in his eyes as he inspected his tiny pig figurine. despite the weirdness, he was enjoying it. and that made everything worth it.

“why can you see his d-”

[axelakim]

RAFE CAMERON - can't get enough

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SUMMARY: he can’t get enough of your kisses (5 times he wants your kiss and the one time you want his)

WORD COUNT: 877

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: kisses, lots of kisses, soft!rafe cameron

the first time

“rafe, don’t even think about it,” you warned, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks. you were perched at your vanity, delicately putting the final touches on your lip gloss.

rafe, leaning against the doorframe, tilted his head with a grin. “think about what?” he asked, though his eyes were already on your lips.

you gave him a pointed look. “you know what. i just finished, and if you kiss me, you’ll mess it all up.”

he took a slow step forward, then another, ignoring your protests as he stopped just behind your chair. “you look so pretty,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“rafe.”

“just one,” he said softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

you pulled back, huffing as you turned to inspect the damage in the mirror. “it’s sticky now! you never listen.”

he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. “you look perfect, even if your lip gloss is a little smudged.”

the second time

you were deep into your nighttime routine, carefully patting moisturizer onto your face when rafe walked into the bathroom.

“what are you doing?” he asked, leaning against the counter and watching you with a curious look.

“my skincare,” you said simply, dabbing a bit of eye cream under each eye. “you should try it sometime.”

he smirked. “i’ll leave that to you, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror. “okay, what do you want? you’re staring.”

“a kiss,” he said immediately, stepping closer.

you turned to him with an exasperated sigh. “rafe, my face is all sticky from product. you’ll hate it.”

“don’t care,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

before you could stop him, he kissed you, pulling back with a satisfied smile despite the faint scent of your moisturizer lingering on his lips.

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“and you’re adorable,” he shot back, pressing another kiss to your forehead for good measure.

the third time

the sun was setting, and you were chatting with sarah and wheezie near the food table when rafe appeared out of nowhere, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist.

you looked up at him, smiling. “hey yourself. having fun?”

“not as much as i could be,” he said, his tone teasing as he leaned down slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips.

you quickly caught on, shaking your head. “not here, rafe! your whole family’s watching.”

he shrugged. “so? they know you’re my girlfriend.”

before you could argue, he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling away just as quickly.

sarah groaned dramatically. “ugh, get a room, you two.”

you flushed, nudging rafe’s side. “see what you did?”

“worth it,” he said, smirking as he reached for a drink.

the fourth time

you were pacing the living room, phone pressed to your ear as you talked to one of your friends about an upcoming event.

“no, i think we should go with the gold theme—it’s classier,” you said, pausing to listen to their response.

rafe was sprawled on the couch, watching you with an amused expression. when you passed by him for the third time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“babe, stop,” you whispered, waving him off.

he ignored you, pulling you closer until you were standing right in front of him. “just one kiss,” he whispered back, a playful smile on his face.

you glared at him, but he leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you could stop him.

“sorry, i got distracted,” you said into the phone, shooting him a look.

rafe just grinned, leaning back like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

the fifth time

“careful!” you warned as rafe grabbed your hand, admiring the shiny new polish on your nails. “they’re still wet.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so? i’m not touching them.”

“still, don’t mess with me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he pulled you closer.

he smirked. “mess with you? i’d never.”

before you could argue, he kissed you, holding you close despite your half-hearted attempts to scold him.

“rafe! now i’m all distracted,” you whined, though you couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

“good,” he said, grinning. “you’re cuter when you’re distracted.”

bonus

it had been a long day, and rafe was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he flipped through channels. he looked so relaxed, so content, that you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

without a word, you climbed onto the couch and settled beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“hey,” he said, his voice soft as he looked down at you.

“hey,” you replied, tilting your head up to look at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised when you leaned up and kissed him gently.

when you pulled back, he grinned. “what was that for?”

“just felt like it,” you said with a shrug, though your cheeks were warm.

“you’re cute when you’re sweet,” he teased, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

[axelakim]

highkey thinking about rafe being a boob guy >.<

rafe’s hands move to your chest, his fingers grazing over the lace of your bra, feeling your skin beneath it.

"this,” he mutters, his voice rough and urgent. “off.”

his hand cups your breast, his fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric. rafe pushes you back, straddling you, his body pressed against yours. his hands roam over your chest, his fingers sliding under the lace of your bra, feeling your skin.

rafe reaches behind you, his fingers finding the clasp of your bra. he slowly unhooks it, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly pulls the lacy fabric away from your torso, revealing your bare chest.

he takes in the sight of you, his mouth going dry. "goddamn," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "you’re so fucking beautiful. so goddamn perfect.” rafe looks at you for a moment. piercing eyes roaming over your body, taking in every little detail.

he leans his head down, his lips finding your left boob, his tongue trailing over the curve. his hands squeeze and caress the other one, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, his touch both rough and gentle. rafe feels you moan as his tongue circles around your nipple, the sound driving him wild. the way the wet feeling makes your nipples harden.

he continues swirling and lapping at your boob. rafe can't get enough of you, he can't stop himself from wanting more, from needing more.

he switches to your other boob, his mouth sucking and nipping at the peak. his hands continue their journey around your body.

he’s always loved that he's the one making you feel like this, making you gasp and moan and writhe underneath him. rafe breaks away from your breast, his lips tracing a path from your neck to your ear. “i can't get enough of you.”

rafe’s mouth finds your ear again, his voice gruff. "you’re mine," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "no one else can fuck you dumb like this. you understand that?"

you nod, and he looks into your eyes, pleased by your silent response. he loved seeing you like this, so willing and eager, all for him. only him. and it made his ego skyrocket.

rafe hand moves to your chin, tilting your face up so he can capture your lips in a deep kiss.

[axelakim]

RAFE AND HIS WEIRD FUGGLER OBSESSED!GF!!

Rafe always knew his girlfriend was weird, but the day she bought the most vile, weird, grotesque stuffed animal was the day he knew she was superrr weird, but he loved her, nonetheless.

YOUR POV:

you were at the store with your boyfriend's sister, Sarah Cameron. she was the complete opposite of him, but that was good. she was a super sweet girl who loved you like you were her own.

as you two walked down the aisles you came across a green stuffed animal with squinted eyes and... human teeth??

"Sarah, look at this!" you said before turning to face Sarah with the interesting stuffed animal in your hands. she looked at you with a face of horror and mock disgust.

"y/n, what is that?!" she asked before taking it from your hands, inspecting it in all its creepy glory. "I do not know, but I want it...!" you said with a grin on your face

you grab the stuffed animal back from Sarah and begin walking to the cash register to begin checking out.

as you and Sarah get into the car, you pull out the stuffed animal and grab one of the protein bars Sarah bought and slide it in his arms, so it looks like he's holding it. you slide your phone out of your pocket and open the camera app and take a picture of it. you then decide to send it to rafe with the title, 'look what i bought'

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RAFES POV-ISH:

rafe was lying down in his bed, wishing he could spend time with you on his day off, but sarah had gotten to you first.

he was about to drift off to sleep until he felt his phone buzz under his pillow. he grabbed it, turned it on, and smiled when he saw it was from you, your name marked with a heart in his notification center.

but his smile quickly fades when he sees the most vile, sickening, and disgusting creature on his screen. his face scrunches up as he types a reply.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” he frowns when he sees your reply. “it’s your kid don’t be mean??” he then scoffs to himself before typing, “that thing is NOT my kid.” he’s loving this playful banter between you two.

he wears a smile on his face as he sets down his phone once again, letting himself drift off to sleep.

god, he loves you.

sorry this was short :((

tags: @maybanksprincess

[axelakim]

Alain Delon and Isabelle Adjani photographed by Benjamin Auger for Paris Match, December 1976.

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[axelakim]

Adieu Alain Delon, an icon of french cinema and one of the most handsome men to exist (1935-2024).

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Alain Delon in L'eclisse (1962) directed by Michelangelo Antonioni.

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Alain Delon 🌹

Photography by Milton Greene on the set of Zorro, 1975

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Alain Delon

on the set of

The Assassination Of Trotsky（1971）

dir. Joseph Losey

[axelakim]

on the verge of a meltdown because dad!steve dad!steve dad!steve

[axelakim]

i'm so in love with your little bunny series and i'm so glad you're writing for benny! i was wondering if you could write something about reader being a yapper, always talking a lot about things with so much excite and benny finds this the most cutest thing ever, but one day someone says that she's annoying for that, which makes her feel very self conscious and she starts to think that benny might feel the same since he's a very much quiter person, and benny assures her that is not the case? just fluffy and comfort to warm my heart <3 thank you already!

Anon, this is literally the cutest request ever omg!!! Thank you for the request, I had so much fun writing this! I paired this as another one shot for my Benny x Bunny series, hope you enjoy!

Word Count- 2k+

Summary- See request above.

Sweet Talking (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

You pressed a kiss to Benny’s cheek, whispering to him that you’d be right back as you stood and made your way around the bonfire. You pulled Benny’s jacket tighter around you to fend off the chilly evening air on your trek back to the house. The night was still young, the sun having just set an hour ago and these bikers would be up until the sunrise, all having caught their second wind from the race held earlier in the fields. The loudness of the bikes and the sheer excitement from the crowds was something you were still trying to get used to, but you found that you actually liked talking to these people. Once they included you in their conversations and picked topics that you could relate to as well, you found yourself talking a lot more than you ever have in your life. They laughed at your jokes, they called out to you when they saw you approaching, they really seemed to just adopt you into their club. You supposed, in the beginning, a majority of that was from Benny probably intimidating some members into being nice to you, but regardless of that, they still seemed to enjoy your company and your silly stories and random facts – especially the women of this club. 

Stepping through the back door, you were immediately greeted by the scent of cigarette smoke and booze, things you were also still trying to get used to. Several members were lounging on the couch, smoking and talking as you passed them on your way to the kitchen. You went to the fridge, opening it and lowering yourself to search for a cold pop for yourself. Voices filtered into your vicinity from the adjacent dining room. Just as you grab another beer for Benny, your ears perked up when you heard your name being said in passing and you froze behind the refrigerator door. 

“–She does have a sweet piece of ass on her though,” a male voice, sounding muffled most likely by a cigarette hanging from his lips. You smiled to yourself, biting your lip. You probably shouldn’t be listening to this, but curiosity rooted you to your spot as you tried peeking over the door to catch a look at who was speaking. 

“Jesus Christ, you can’t get her to shut up anymore.” another voice replied, much deeper and raspier than the first. “I miss when she would just stand there shaking like a leaf, all nervous and quiet.”

“Would it even be worth it to hit that? C’mon man, she’d gab your fucking ear off during it, totally kill the mood for me.”

Your smile slowly at their words, heart sinking. You should get up and leave, you told yourself. But you couldn’t force your legs to move.

“I’d put that mouth of hers to work on something else,” the first man said, chuckling darkly. You squeezed your eyes shut at the insinuation. 

“Don’t know how Benny–boy puts up with it. I’d have to gag her just to hear myself think–”

You stand abruptly, unable to listen to anymore of their hurtful words. Using a bit more force than you intended, you slammed the fridge door shut, the glass bottles rattling harshly inside from the force. Tears stung your eyes as you rushed back through the living room to the backdoor. You paused once you rounded the side of the house, sniffing in order to keep the tears at bay. They were just drunk assholes, you tried to tell yourself. Who cares what they think of you? 

But a few traitor tears escaped your lashes at the thought of Benny finding you annoying too. Benny– that quiet, easy-spoken man who you loved with everything in you. That quiet man who maybe didn’t like how you squealed with excitement when you saw someone you knew from across the room. That quiet man who maybe didn’t like when you giggled loudly at jokes told around the bonfire. That quiet man who was your exact opposite.

******

Benny could tell there was something wrong the second you came into view again, your figure illuminated by the orange flames of the bonfire as you moved to sit back down by him. Your hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket, head tucked low. And beside him? It was rare that you didn’t sit on his lap anymore. 

You handed him a beer and he tried to catch your eyes because was that tears he saw coating your lashes? But you avoided his gaze, instead curling into his side and that’s how you stayed for the rest of the night, quiet as a mouse, until you eventually tugged on his sleeve and asked if you could go home. The ride home was also weird. You didn’t tap his shoulder and point to things that interested you like you normally did on the back of his bike. You stayed glued to his back, silent. 

Benny watched, brow furrowed, as you went about your nighttime routine in silence, the house you shared no longer filled with your usual chatter. He sat on the edge of the bed, wracking his brain with the possibilities of you being upset with him. (The silent treatment was often a go-to method of torture you used when Benny pissed you off) but he was at a loss. Something had to have happened when you left the bonfire. Anxiety spiked through him at the thought that maybe someone had done something to you, but no, you would have told him. He made you promise to always talk to him if someone at the club was bothering you. 

You changed into your nightgown and Benny’s heart squeezed at the sight of you avoiding his gaze once again as you turned and began brushing out your pin curls in the mirror. 

“Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked, unable to bare another second of your silence. 

“Mh-hm.” Came your short reply.

Benny swallowed. You were definitely upset. “You seem . . . quiet.”

That was definitely the wrong thing to say because you’re shoulders stiffened for a moment and he thought you might turn around and throw your brush at him. But instead, you responded in a small voice, “Just tired.”

He frowned. He’d seen you when you were tired, this was something else. He tried a different tactic. “Tell me about your day, Bunny.” 

You shrugged. “Not much happened.”

“Well, tell me about it. I wanna hear it.” He tried to catch your eyes as you put the brush down and stepped away from the vanity.

“Well, maybe I don’t wanna talk about it? I just want to go to bed, Benny.” you tried to move past him to go to your side of the bed but Benny reached out gently tugged on the hem of your nightgown, stopping you.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, looking up at you. 

You nodded, but still refused to make eye-contact.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned. “Did someone do something to you tonight?”

You shook your head quickly and relief swept through him. “No, no. Nothing like that.”

His hands slid up to your hips and he pulled you closer to him. “Talk to me, Bunny. Please. I don’t understand what’s wrong.”

You swallowed, chin wobbling slightly. “Nothing happened . . . I just–I overheard some guys talkin’ is all.”

He remained silent and you continued hesitantly. “When I went to get a drink . . . they didn’t know I was there. And–and I should have left as soon as I heard them talking but . . .”

“What were they saying?”

You clenched your jaw and gave him a distressed look. 

He squeezed your hips encouragingly. “What were they saying?”

“It doesn’t matter–”

“It does to me,” he was quick to say. 

“They . . . they were talkin’ about how I talk . . . a lot. They said it was annoying. They were saying crude things about using my mouth for . . . other things.” you said slowly, voice wavering and you looked down in embarrassment.

Benny nodded and breathed out of his nose, counting to ten in his head to cool his suddenly white hot anger which bloomed in his chest. He had worked so hard to get you to feel comfortable around the club, to get you to come out of your shell and now someone had something to say about his girl—his sweet shy girl—talking? “Who was it?”

“Oh, Benny–” You pulled back from him. “Don’t go saying anything to them!”

“Why not?” He planned to do much more than talk to them.

“Because!” you cried, your voice going an octave higher. “That would make it worse! Besides, they’re–they’re right anyway.”

“Right about what?” he asked, bewildered at how they could possibly know you like he did.

“Well, I do talk a lot. A–and I know it can be annoying for someone who’s a lot more quiet.” 

“Annoying?” He laughed at the inaccuracy of that statement and you must have thought he was laughing at you because you took a big step back from him, out of his reach.

“I just don’t want to embarrass you,” you murmured, looking down at the carpet below you. 

Benny’s stomach fluttered apprehensively. There had been only a few times in his life where he wished he was better at talking, at communicating his feelings. He wanted to console you, to reassure you, that you could never be annoying or embarrassing to him. He wanted to tell you just how much you gave him purpose and helped him in his life. How you were his life. This was one of those times. 

He rose from the bed and approached you passively, trying to gather his thoughts. “I like when you talk. When we spend the day apart, I look forward to hearing about your day and what you did and what you saw while I was gone. And when we’re riding and you point to the little things like the flowers on the sidewalk or the sunsets, I like that. I really like that. And when you tell stories, you get so immersed and you start talking with your hands, I like that too. You’re so friendly to everyone, no matter what they look like or how well you know them and that’s one of my favorite things about you. You talkin’ could never embarrass me, Bunny, because it’s one of the reasons I love you.”

Tears welled up in your doe-eyes and he swallowed nervously. “Why are you crying?”

Suddenly, you were pressed so tightly to his chest, face burying into his shirt, hands holding onto him with such grip that Benny stumbled. He recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

“Oh, Benny,” you choked up. “You’re so sweet!” 

He wasn’t so sure about that, maybe only when it came to you. He sure as hell wasn’t going to be so sweet to those guys that spoke about you like that. He’d take a trip tomorrow to visit them personally, but for tonight, he belonged to you. He’d discovered that about himself from your relationship, from you. Even though he wanted to do things right when he wanted to, he couldn’t always. That’s what love was, putting others’ needs before your own. And tonight, you needed him, so he would be here.

His hands found your jaw and he tilted your head back to press a kiss to your forehead. “Will you come lay with me and tell me about your day?”

You nod, sniffing and Benny nearly melted at the smile you gave him. That was the smile he’d come to recognize as the one you had reserved for only him. Soft, sweet and totally perfect in every way. He pulled you gently back to bed and relished as you curled up against him. His heart was filled with warmth as he listened to you chatter on about your day and your friends and your thoughts, anything that came to mind. He’d ask questions every once in a while to keep you going, but he mostly stayed quiet, because to him, you were so captivating and cute. You both talked throughout the night, you slowly getting lower and lower into his side until finally falling asleep, your conversation temporarily paused until the morning.

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[axelakim]

hello! i saw your requests are open and I thought if you could write something like "daring Austin Butler" yk like a headcanon? tysm!!

★ 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑟 ★

• Summary : What would dating Austin Butler look like!

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings : mostly fluff, maybe some grammar mistakes

• Note : Thank you so much for this beautiful idea, and yes! I have my requests open so if any of y'all have another ideas that you would like me to bring out real (I wish real real) lemme know! 🤍

Austin would be the best, loving and caring boyfriend, I think we all know this...

What I personally think is that he would definitely have the golden retriever energy!!

Based on the interview where he was asked what his love language is; words of affirmation and physical touch (🤭) he would definitely share with you a lot of I love you's and little touches whenever he can!

Meaning he would always touch you somehow - whether it's holding your hand, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, rubbing your back, ...

He wouldn't be afraid of a little PDA publicly. After all, he would definitely show who you belong to. He would kiss you, hug you (aaa 😩)

Austin would do anything to make you happy or just simply show you how much you mean to him, so he'd definitely bring you some small surprises such as flowers, your favorite chocolate or even cute stuffed animals!! 🦦

Austin has to be the best hugger! His strong arms will definitely be a place where you'd feel the safest. That includes hugs from behind, bear hugs, or even spooning! (Austin gotta be the big spoon for sure) 🐻

When it comes to kisses, he would kiss you on your cheek, forehead, neck and mostly and passionately on your lips 🤭

He would 100% bring you to every event he's invited to, such as premiers, tours or even Met Gala and similar events 🤭 Austin would proudly show you off, making sure your comfortable in front of the cameras and paparazzis

Evenings with Austin would be the best parts of the day; you guys would eat dinner together with maybe a good glass of wine, watching movie or reading books...

Austin would also make sure you're falling asleep together! In cuddle, as small spoon (you) and big spoon (him) jist simply in each others embrace!

He would love to read to you! He knows you love to hear his voice, so he'd read your favorite book, as you lay in his lap, holding his hand (I'm melting rnnn)

You two would definitely go for walks any time you have chance to, just holding hands, watching the scenes around you, talking about anything

TRIPS! Austin would take you on road trips to see some stuff, visiting beaches together, or even fly all across the world to make you finally see your dream destination 😌

He would compliment you allll theeee timmeeeee! Wheter you're having fancy dress or sweatpants - you're beautiful to him

Cooking and baking together. HEAR ME OUT?

In the morning it would depend on who'd be awake first, but he'd enjoy a breakfast with you, brushing teeth together, and especially cuddling, refusing to let each other go

You guys would have nicknames for each other, yours for him: Aus, baby, honey. His for you: doll, sweetie, lovie

When it comes to his role of Elvis, you'd love him singing to you, especially songs from Elvis Presley, and while playing the guitar?? Aaaaa!!! 🥹

He would either watch sunsets with your or stargaze. Just imagine the two of you laying on the blanket, watching sun setting or starts shining

You'd have the biggest princess treatment from Austin. He would cook you your favorite meals, give you massages (wink, wink) and just spoil his favorite girl! 🎀

While being away (him being on press tour, ors smth) he'd face time you or message you all the time, telling you how much he misses you 😭

Austin would definitely love you like no one else, and he'd be the bestest boyfriend indeed! (the only pain for us is the word "Imagine"... 🙃😭)