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Toxic!Rafe when he gets jealous. . .

The night had been a blur of music and laughter, a house party filled with people she didn't really know. Y/N was just being polite, talking to the new guy in town- someone whose family her parents had mentioned working with- and she felt like she had to. Her parents had spoken about how nice the guy’s parents were, so Y/N did her part, listening to him babble about things that didn’t matter, keeping the conversation going.

She wasn’t flirting, just being nice.

“So, have you lived here your whole life?” Logan asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small smile. “Not much changes around here, but I guess you’ll find that out soon enough.”

Logan chuckled, “Good to know. So, what do people even do for fun?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but something in the air shifted- like the atmosphere had thickened, weighed down by a force she couldn’t ignore. She knew before even turning her head.

Rafe.

Her eyes flickered across the room, and there he was- leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring at her. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, his fingers flexing at his sides.

He was pissed.

Her stomach twisted uncomfortably, and she quickly looked away, refocusing on Logan. “Uh, well, the beach is a big deal here,” she said, trying to push past the way her pulse had suddenly started to race.

“Boating, parties, stuff like that.”

But even as she spoke, she felt Rafe’s eyes burning into her. She glanced back and he was still staring, but now his expression had darkened- his jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle twitch. She knew that look. Her breath hitched as he suddenly turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

Shit.

She excused herself quickly, barely even hearing Logan’s response as she pushed through the crowd, her heart hammering. She knew better than to let him leave like that.

She called out to him, but he was already halfway to his car. Her heart started to pound, a cold knot of dread forming in her stomach.

“Rafe!”

She called, jogging after him. He didn’t look back. By the time she reached the car, he was slamming the door shut with a force that echoed through the quiet street. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed the handle and yanked the door open just as he was starting the engine. She could hear the engine rev, and the headlights cut into the darkness as his hands gripped the wheel. “Rafe, please wait,” she said, her voice shaky,

“I- I was just being polite.”

“Get in the fucking car.”

He didn’t even look at her, his voice flat and laced with venom. Her heart pounded harder, her hands trembling as she slid into the seat, buckling her seatbelt as quickly as she could. She could feel his anger radiating off of him, thick and suffocating. He wasn’t going to let this go easily. As he slammed his foot on the gas, the car jolted forward, tires screeching against the pavement. Y/N’s grip tightened on the handle of the door, the fear mounting inside her. The street passed in a blur as they drove down the road, and Y/n couldn't stop herself from gazing over at the speedometer,

“Rafe… slow down,”

She said, her voice shaky but firm. She could hear his heavy breathing beside her, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. “You think that shit was funny?” His voice was low, seething.

“You think you're funny, huh? Talking to him like that?”

Her stomach twisted as she realized what was happening- he was high. She could see the haze in his eyes, the way his pupils were dilated. The anger was consuming him, and she was at the center of it. “Rafe, please,” she said softly, trying to calm him down.

“I was just talking to him. I didn’t do anything wrong, you know I’d never-”

“-no,” he interrupted, his voice cold and sharp.

“You were being a cheating fucking whore.”

Y/N’s chest tightened, the sting of his words cutting deep, but she wasn’t surprised anymore. He’d said things like this before. He always did when he was angry or high. Still, hearing it from him again hurt like hell. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

“I wasn’t—”

“The way you smiled at him? The way you touched his arm?”

“I didn’t touch him, Rafe”

She responded, voice rising. She bit the inside of her lip, she’d never touched the boy, she knew she didn’t. She cautiously looked at him, he looked enraged, that almost psychotic look in his eye, she knew exactly why he was imagining her actions, exactly why his pupils were so blown.

“Bullshit,” he growled.

“I saw it.”

His laughter cut through the car like a blade, dark and humorless.

“I do everything for you, and this is what I get?”

His voice was shaking now, not with sadness, but rage. His knee bounced restlessly, fingers drumming against the wheel in a twitchy, coked-up rhythm. He was spiraling, completely lost in his own head.

“You’re so fucking ungrateful, Y/N. Do you even realize what I do for you? Huh? DO YOU!?”

Her throat was tight, hands trembling in her lap.

“I keep you safe, I give you everything I have.”

He let out another sharp laugh, shaking his head.

“And you just—what? Smile at some random guy like I don’t fucking exist?”

He sniffed sharply, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. His pupils were still blown wide, making his normally piercing blue eyes look dark and dangerous. He was wired, running too hot, unable to slow down.

“You like the attention, huh? That’s it, makes you feel good? You like making me look like a fucking idiot?”

Y/N opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak and he angrily spat out.

“Because that’s what you did, Y/N. You made me look fucking stupid.”

His voice was shaking now, but not from hurt. From rage. From pure, untamed fury.

The speedometer climbed and the road outside the window blurred. The car shot forward, and her heart slammed in her chest. She could see a deer in the distance, its eyes glowing in the headlights.

Her stomach dropped.

“Rafe, slow down, you're gonna hit it,” she pleaded, voice rising in panic.

“Yeah? So what?”

He didn’t slow down. She could feel the terror creeping into her chest as she began to beg.

“Stop, Rafe, please- what are you doing?”

But instead of slowing down, he pushed the pedal harder. The car sped towards the deer, and Y/N’s heart raced, her breath catching in her throat.

“Stop! Please—”

At the last second, she reached out and grabbed the wheel, swerving the car to avoid the deer. The tires screeched in protest, the car veering off course. She could feel the panic and adrenaline coursing through her veins as Rafe’s hand jerked the wheel back into control; the range rover came back onto the road, but the air was thick with fear. She was crying now, her hands trembling, and her voice was barely a whisper.

“Please, Rafe. . . you're scaring me.”

He didn’t answer at first, the tension in the car suffocating, until he suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a sudden stop, throwing Y/N forward so hard that her seatbelt snapped tight across her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her hands flew to the dashboard, bracing herself against the impact. Her ears were ringing. Her heart was racing. The silence that followed was suffocating. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she turned, terrified, to look at Rafe.

He sat completely still, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His chest heaved, his nostrils flaring with every sharp inhale and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter. She could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. She whispered, voice barely there.

“You’re scaring me.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose.

And then- he moved the action so sudden it made her breath hitch. His hand shot out so fast she didn’t have time to react. Fingers wrapped around her jaw, hard. Y/N gasped, her head snapping toward him as he forced her to look at him. His grip was bruising, his fingers digging into her skin.

“Don’t ever- ever -fucking do that again, d’you understand me?”

He growled, his breath heavy and uneven. Her heart thudded in her chest, fear and adrenaline mixing with the sting of his touch. She couldn’t stop herself from trembling, the tears streaming down her face now. She nodded frantically, the words caught in her throat.

“I said” he repeated, his voice cold and booming in the silence of the car

“D’YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?”

“Yes- yes! I hear you”

Y/N barely managed a nod, the words caught in her throat as she whimpered out. He let go of her face with a sharp shove, his anger still simmering beneath the surface, her head snapped back against the seat, leaving her gasping for air. Her hands trembled in her lap, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress as she tried to steady her breathing.

And then—

BANG

His fist slammed against the steering wheel.

Y/N flinched.The sound echoed through the car, raw and violent.

“You fucking embarrass me like that again, I swear to God—”

He cut himself off, breathing heavily, Y/N sat frozen, her heart hammering, her body still trembling. He exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair before a small sound rang out in the thick air of the car.

The click of his seatbelt.

He leaned over towards her causing her to stiffen and soon the slow creak of the glove compartment opening was heard. A rush of nausea hit Y/N’s stomach, her body locking up as the air turned suffocatingly thick around her. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn’t want to look- she knew she shouldn’t look but she did and that was when she saw it.

The gleam of cold metal in the dim light.

Her breath hitched so sharply it felt like a blade to her lungs. A noise- small, fragile- escaped the back of her throat, but it barely filled the silence. The fear was instant.

Crippling.

Her fingers dug into the seat, her nails pressing so hard into the leather she thought they might tear through. She knew she should move, open the door of the car and just get out, but her throat had closed up, her body locked in place by something deeper than terror- helplessness.

Rafe didn’t even look at her at first.

He sat there, fingers running over the handle of the gun like it was something precious, something sacred. The weight of it in his palm seemed to calm him, his chest rising and falling in an almost steady rhythm. His expression was unreadable and then- he turned his head, eyes met hers with that cold, calculated look. The kind that made her stomach drop, the kind that told her he wasn’t just trying to scare her. The gun was heavy in his grip, the black steel gleaming under the glow of the dashboard lights. It looked too big, too real, like something that shouldn’t belong in a moment like this.

Then- he clicked the safety off.

The sound sent a jolt through her body and a small, broken sob tore from her throat, her entire frame shaking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. But Rafe? He barely blinked, his movements were slow.

Deliberate.

She hoped that he was just trying to intimidate her, scare her so she would shut up, but when he raised the gun her prayers stopped. Her stomach plummeted and a desperate, breathless noise pushed from her lips, her body tensing so hard it hurt, but she still couldn’t move.

The barrel of the gun was cold when it pressed against her forehead.

Her breath stopped. The pressure was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make her entire world stop spinning.

Rafe studied her.

Watched the way her body locked up, how her chest barely rose, how her lips parted just slightly- like she was afraid even breathing too hard would set him off, it was as though he enjoyed it. Some sick and twisted part of him liked having control over her, having her so powerless.

His thumb brushed lazily over the trigger.

“I do everything for you”

He murmured, voice low. Soft. Almost gentle. It was like he wasn’t holding a loaded gun against her forehead, like he wasn’t watching her fall apart right in front of him.

“And this is what I get?”

Her bottom lip trembled, but she didn’t dare move, didn’t dare blink, she was so terrified.Tears slipped down her cheeks, her vision blurring, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. She wanted to beg him, to scream in his face, to move and run.

But she couldn’t.

Rafe tilted his head, still watching her, eyes following the tears that slid steadily down her cheeks, some dripping off of her chin, others rolling down her neck. Studying her, he pressed the cold metal against her skin slightly harder.

“Tell me who owns you.”

Her stomach twisted violently as he opened his mouth. The words sent a deep, horrible kind of dread crawling down her spine, settling in her bones like lead. She tried to breathe past it, but her lungs weren’t working. Her hands clawed at the seat, desperate for something- anything- to ground her, but there was nothing. Rafe’s thumb brushed over the trigger again and her breath hitched sharply.

“Say it”

He ordered, yet his voice was ironically calm. Cold. Y/N’s lip quivered, but her mouth wouldn’t move. Her throat was so tight she could barely choke out the words.

“You do”

She finally whispered her voice shaking. Rafe’s lips twitched. A slow, satisfied smirk curled at the corners as her wide pleasing eyes looked at him.

“That’s right.”

And just like that—

The gun disappeared.

Like it was never there in the first place.

is it bad I lowkey have a thing for psycho season 2 Rafe...

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passenger princess pairing: sunshine!reader x bf!rafe synopsis: no one touches your side of the car warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this was such a cute little idea, i loved it!!! this is for the baddies that refuse to get a license ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ originally posted 11/11/2024

whenever you'd come up with some new, ridiculous way to 'tune up' what you had deemed your side of his car, rafe would act like it was such a bother; like he really didn't get why you felt the need to be doing all that.

rafe's side of the car was, well, normal. sure, he had a few documents he kept in the driver's seat sun visor, but everything else was sleek, normal, but your side was like a kindergartner's dream come true. it got so ridiculous that you had a fluffy blanket you'd stuffed into the glove compartment, conveniently ignoring the gun he kept there. sure, that came in use for car quickies, but most of the time it was just there for when you felt like... napping.

the dashboard had a bunch of stickers as well as some of those weird furry toys (calico crits or some shit) along with those weird little babies with fruits on their heads; you'd put blu-tack on their feet to make sure they stayed in their rightful places. even the cup holder was taken over by a little plushie, and he'd basically had to argue for you to not get a pink cover for the steering wheel; that ended up with you giving him the silent treatment for a week until he showed up behind your door with more ridiculous trinkets for your side of the car.

secretly, he liked the fact that there was your side of the car, that even when you weren't there, he could still see traces of you everywhere.

rafe let out a small sigh, tapping his long digits against the steering wheel, glancing down at his watch the longer it took barry to get there; finally, he saw the man getting out of his trailer, letting out a low "fucking finally..." while barry opened the door to rafe's car, his eyes immediately landing on the crap on your side of the car. "don't ask."

"wasn't gonna." barry huffed in amusement, getting into the decorated side of the car, and rafe wished he wasn't in such a hurry, the sight being so ridiculous. "you're whipped, huh?"

"what are you talking about?" rafe scoffed, the car lurching forward as he started it, barry adjusting the cute seat cover you'd recently bought, letting out a small tut. "i wouldn't do that." but before rafe could stop barry from further meddling with your settings, he'd already started adjusting the seat, making him groan internally.

"are you gonna get shit for it?"

"obviously." rafe scoffed, "and you will too. it took her, like, a month to adjust it to be comfortable. so stop touching her shit."

still, barry continued looking at the little trinkets you kept on your side of the car, taking one of those weird fruit babies and toying with it, letting out a small snort, but when they pulled up in front of an unfamiliar house instead of the house party rafe had told him they'd be going, barry looked at the blonde with furrowed brows, who simply scratched the back of his neck.

"don't tell-"

before he could finish his sentence, barry was startled by the sound of a knock on the passenger seat window, and when he turned around, you were standing there, mouthing something.

"she's saying you're in her seat." rafe muttered under his breath, barry laughing at this; it was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"whipped. w-h-i-p-p-e-d." barry slapped rafe's shoulder, making the blonde roll his eyes as barry got out of the passenger's seat.

"hi." you said with an excited smile as you climbed onto your side of the car, pressing a soft kiss on rafe's stubbled cheek, all the while barry climbed into the backseat, feeling like he was a damn kid getting a ride to school from his parents.

however, as you tried to settle onto your usual seat, you looked between the two men with narrowed eyes, your glossed lips pursing into a pout, rafe feeling like he might burn under your gaze.

"did he mess with my seat?"

"i told him not to!"

"barry!" you exclaimed, your keen eyes landing on the dashboard, noticing that something was missing; you turned around to face him, a sheepish grin on barry's face.

"barry, give me the angel back!"

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jacked and kind ༉‧₊˚.

jj maybank x fem!reader

inspired by this tiktok

୨ৎ summary: jj finds a tiktok trend he willingly wants to do with you, and decides to prank you along with it, ends with cute fluff

୨ৎ warnings: none i think? lmk if i missed anything!

୨ৎ cassie’s notes: extremely sorry for such late updates, here’s a jj imagine to make up for it, except idk how i feel about this, anyways, free now pt 3 coming soon my angels. with love always, cassieeee <3.

“mamas!” you hear jj’s voice echo through the house as he walks down the stairs grinning at a video on his phone. “yes jay?” you reply as you turn your head to look at him, matching his smile, he shows you a tiktok video where the boy lifts his girl onto his shoulder, demonstrating how strong they are.

“we need to do that! it’ll be so fun please mamas.” jj pleads and for the first time it’s jj asking you to make a tiktok, not the other way around so you agree, thinking it’ll be fun aswell.

you set up the phone against a random cup you found in the kitchen and get into your positions. the sound begins to start and you smile and wait for jj’s cue. as it comes, jj grips your hips and struggles to lift you up. you slowly move away from jj with your hands covering your mouth as a look of shock coats both yours and his eyes.

“are you kidding? am i that heavy?” you ask the boy still shocked before his face breaks into a childish grin, the one that was practically glued to his face, and lifts you up with no effort onto his shoulder. as he does this he flexes his bicep to the camera with a smile.

“jay! you can’t joke like that!” you playfully scold at him and hit his head, he then gently places you back down on the ground, his hands immediately going around your waist.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, you’re weightless in my hands, don’t you worry,” jj says as he leans down and places a peck on your forhead, the phone recording the tiktok being long forgotten.

“it’s okay jay, you really scared me for a second.” you say with a giggle as your arms wrap around jj’s neck. the idea of the phone coming into your head and you immediately unwrap yourself from jj and watch the tiktok.

deciding that it was cute enough to post, you ask for jj’s consent in posting and he grants you the consent. a smile is plastered across your face as your finger taps the ‘post’ button.

“all that made me tired, cmon princess let’s go,” jj says, faking a yawn, and grabbing you once again, throwing you over his shoulder and going to your bed room for a nap.

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as a fellow latina, why is there one way to be latina??? i love ur latina!reader.

i don't know why you have a latina reader if you're clearly not and it shows in her stories and how you write her..like it's weird because if it was someone making an idk corean reader when they're not it would clearly be weird but when it comes to latinas it's fine jsjsksj

you must be new here babe..

note: i write her the way that i do so that everyone can still be able to read her works. if you’re talking about the way i write her speaking spanglish it’s because i, myself speak that way as so many other latinos do as well. educate yourself please, thank you 🤍

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is ma b-day :3

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GIRL that fic where jj and weird!girl were having a full on conversation WHILE HE WAS EATING HER OUT?😊 whew. I'm feral

it happens to them allllllll the time like weird girl does not shut up and he’s so obsessed and in love with her that he HAS to listen, even if he’s so hard it hurts. she does the same as she’s giving him a hj btw!!!!!!! he’s nodding and humming while she strokes him and he listens to every word she says🤭🤭🤭

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I wanna but my cold hands under tp!johnb’s shirt so i can warm them up on his tummy but I’d fear he’d pop me for it. He gets all insecure about his weight because he’s not the skinny twink he used to be but IDGAF! I love a man with meat on his bones so much, like I just imagine he’s the best personal space heater when you guys are cuddling or just laying next to one another . Johnb probably smells like a REAL man too, not some shitty axe body spray but he smells like lrish spring, old spice deodorant and the fucking elements. Back to his weight gain, I can imagine Johnb giving his older clothes to reader when you stay over or need new clothes to come home in after he destroyers them because Johnb underestimate his own strength. There still big on you and Johnb will never admit it but he gets so hard when he sees you walking around the trailerpark in his clothing.

[Im sorry if this is alot, I have a big soft spot of blue collar / trailerpark man as a girlie who grew up middle class with a mechanic for a father and all of my uncles doing some form of manual labor as a job lolz]

naurr this is so perfect like yes i do wanna sit in his thick lap and i DO wanna bury my face in his neck to smell him as he pounds be open with his fat dick i get you

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WOOOO

i think i need an elaborate essay on jj fucking the piss out of sweatpea 🤔

(something to keep me alive i fear)

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jj was feeling mean again. and maybe this time you did provoke him, but you hated when he talked down to you. acting like now he had a problem with your age and picking at every thing you do.

in hindsight, its not very good to respond to "your acting like a damn child" with "when's the last time you fucked a child?"

now jj was making it his business to make you prove how 'grown' you were.

"nuh uh, move that fuckin hand." he had you trembling, laid on your side with a leg over his shoulder as he dug into you. by now the pleasure blurred to pain and circled back again as he did his best to overstimulate you.

you were still squirming and crawling away when he pulled out, "no more, i-i'm done i'm tired."

you flinched when he laughed--short and derisive like he was mocking you and he smacked your ass harshly, flipping you onto your stomach so he could shove a pillow under your hips, "don't tell me you're tappin out now sweet pea? thought you were a big girl."

he yanks you back onto his dick, spearing you wide open with a sticky squelch without any chance to prepare. again he's relentless, keeping you secure by digging his fingers into your fleshy hips to pull you back. by now you just felt like a fleshlight, something for him to fuck into with wild abandon like you weren't leaving and breathing underneath him.

each thrust made you feel almost sick, not even the cushion of your ass against his hips could offer you relief from the way he pushed against your cervix. cockdrunk and dizzy your pelvic floor felt weak. this wasn't like normal, where the full feeling in your bladder was signal of an orgasm. this felt dirtier, more primal.

"oh my god you have to stop, please stop!" with an embarrassed cry you release, pissing hot into the sheets as jj groans above you.

"fuuuuck, i'm gonna cum sweet pea. right in that hot fucking cunt." with a few more stuttered thrusts he stops, hips flush against yours as he fills you to the brim, "goddamn."

pulling out, jj spreads you open, smirking at the sight of your gaped hole trickling his cum into the pale yellow puddle of piss beneath you. despite it all you still throb with the need to cum one last time.

"shit, guess you really aint grown yet baby. still need to be potty trained."

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oh yes. oh yes i liked this

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

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𝜗𝜚 c!w. crybaby!reader, finger sucking.

in all honesty, rafe cameron wasn't sure what started the tears coming but once they started, they wouldn't stop.

he knew today was a lot, dragging you here and there, working out business and juggling social needs in between, all with your hand clasped in his. you had a busy day. an overwhelming day.

rafe had noticed almost immediately when you started letting out little sighs when you'd walked into the country club with him. "y'okay, sweetheart?" and he watched you nod and push your head into his bicep. you offered him no words.

from there on out, you only got worse.

you were quiet all day, hardly uttering a word. more than once, he turned to you and you were just staring at the ground, eyes filling with tears. he'd gently rub his thumb across your hand or kiss his lips to your cheek.

he couldn't go home yet. after all, it had been you who begged for him to take you with him.

but when you were both finally situated and comfortable back in the living room at tannyhill, you finally let the first few tears roll down your cheeks.

it took mere minutes before you were babbling, fat tears falling from your eyes, hiccuping as you spoke.

"jus―jus wan'ed to spend time with you, rafey, 's all. 'n i couldn' 's too much. 's too much." you were blithering on, little cries enveloping every word.

"oh, i know, sweetheart, i know." and rafe wouldn't be ashamed to take you into his lap, gently rubbing up and down your sides with his chin to your shoulder, letting you cry it out. sometimes, he realised, crying all your tears out was the only way for you to get over something. "but you did so well, yeah? held on the entire way."

he felt you shake your head in the crook of his neck, whimpering. "wasn' good, rafey. was so bad."

a frown fell on his face. he knew you could get awfully emotional and dramatic at times, and he allowed it. he'd hug you while you cried and whisper pretty things in your ear when you felt upset. but he wouldn't let you talk bad about yourself. "none of that, princess, okay? you were good. so good. my best girl in the world, huh?"

but despite all his words, he couldn't get you to stop crying.

you were simply overwhelmed, overstimulated, over-everything.

it was all merely too much for his little crybaby.

and as your hiccups became more apparent, he chose to lift your head up and out of the crook of his neck. "gotta stop cryin', doll, gonna make yourself sick, alright?"

you hiccuped again with a nod. "'kay." shaky breath leaving you as you tried your hardest to stop.

your sniffles made him softly coo at you. "c'mere, baby." and he was suddenly lifting his pointer and middle finger up towards your mouth, tapping on your chin to ask you to part your lips. you did as you were told, opening up and letting his two fingers slide between your lips. "there you go, good girl."

he felt your tongue swirling around his digits, sucking on them.

"nice 'n slow, sweetheart, there you go." and he slowly lowered your head to sit on his chest, listening to your sniffles eventually fade out and feel drool leaking onto his fingers.

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hiiii mira!! wondering if you’d write something about anal/painal w rafe & reader? somehow i just feel like s1 rafe especially would be the type to put it in without asking while they’re already fucking lol

oh my goddd nonnie u don’t understand how often i think of this concept. and YES. s1!rafe is definitely the most likely to do this. cw ; noncon painal

he’d be fucking you from the back, its his favourite position after all; he gets to see your sloppy cunt struggle to take his dick and watch as your ass jiggles back and forth from his thrusts. he’s got an almost morbid fixation on your other hole. the one that neither of you had even talked about, let alone allowed him to touch. he sees the way it winks and clenches when he fucks you, and he can’t. stop. thinking. about how tight it’d be. he knows it’s untouched. he’s got some kind of third sense for things like this. he can just tell.

one night he simply can’t take it anymore. he can’t take the way it looks at him, entices him like some sort of forbidden fruit. he draws himself out of your warmth, sweat beading on his brow as he fists his cock. slick noises fill the room as he works your arousal all over his thickness. you think he’s just teasing you, just another way to get you desperate and to beg. you hear him spit, assumably on his hand, and you arch your back oh so prettily for him.

but then his tip trails higher. higher than ever before and you swear you feel the air buzz with something horrible. “w-wait. rafe — rafe, what’re you doing?” you call out, trying to get up on your hands. “you’re not taking this from me,” he snarls, ferociously like a rabid animal. with one hand shoving you back into the mattress, and the other lining himself up, he forces himself in.

it fucking hurts. immediately there’s resistance, your sphincter muscle protests, trying to push out the intrusion. you’re shrieking, screaming as he rips through you, jerking and trembling while he holds you down. and rafe? rafe’s in heaven. god, this was better than any pussy. you’re clamping down on him, he can see the way you grip his dick as he drives inch after inch further. he has to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming prematurely like a little boy. this just felt too good, he wasn’t about to let it end before he could truely enjoy it.

“y-yeah — ah, fuck! — sucks me riiiight in. ‘s’like it was fuckin’ made f’me. take it, y’gonna take it. can’t believe — y’been holding out on me. ‘s’okay. we’ll fix you. i’ll, uh — ‘m gonna make y’like it. gonna make up for all that lost time.”

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this is sooo spending the night at dad’s (rafey’s) house

SPENDING THE NIGHT AT DAD’S ♥︎_♥︎

you’re back from college for the weekend so of course he has to take care of his baby girl !!! helps you bring your stuff into the house ‘n walks you in like the doting and totally not sick and twisted dad he is.. nothin’ to see here, neighbors.

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i need u to write forced ddlg... so cute

forced ddlg with rafe… </3

it starts with the cute things that make your head spin. like when he goes “you’re too little to do that, baby” as you’re trying to complete a task by yourself, when he makes you hold onto his hand or a few of his digits as you’re crossing the street, when he buys you childish activities to pass the time with while he works…

but of course, there’s always an angle with rafe. he needs total control. so suddenly you’re given new rules and limits… your screen time is cut down. you have a curfew. you’re not allowed to swear or cuss or use adult language. you’ll admit it, it feels euphoric at first. it feels amazing to have no worries— to be his little girl and be so spoiled. so cared for in every aspect. who knew being fucked absolutely dumb with your favorite stuffie tucked in your arms before a long nap was all you needed most days?

most days— today is not one of those days. today is the kind of day where you’re tempted to throw away everything that reminds you of this sick dynamic in the trash. the kind of day where you scream “i’m not a fucking child, rafe” so loud that you hope the neighbors hear. even if they did,they’d never say anything.

and rafe can only grab up your face in his rough hand and nearly slam your pretty, little head against the wall. his jaw is tight— his words come out between his teeth as his hand trails down to your neck, squeezing with such a mean grip that you choke out a sob.

“you’re whatever the fuck i want you to be, understand?”

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slay Saturday night tehehee

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rafe with a girl who’s very studious and serious about school and one day she fails a big test after studying for it for hours and she just sobbing while he’s trying to calm her down :(

"this doesn't make sense... i failed rafe! i failed," you sobbed into the phone, holding the phone to your chest. you can hear a slight sigh at the end of the phone, and then his soothing voice.

"fuck. is that the one you studied for hours on end? the one i had to test you during our date?"

you hiccup, swaying from side to side as you wipe your eyes, "yes rafe. that's the one. i studied so hard, and i got a sixty percent." you can hardly get yourself to say the number, nevertheless look at the wrinkled paper that you checked over and over again. when you got it, you believed that there must have been something wrong. wrong marking, different grade, switched up grade, sabotage, but once you made it to the teacher and they told you what it was...you couldn't help but gulp with despair. it truly was a bad grade, there was no mistake except the one you made.

that was a d. that meant that your shiny gpa was down the drain. you couldn't think straight as you stared at the red-marked grade. and you got it in history. even worse. the one class you couldn't even keep up. your grades were everything that kept you together, you studied everywhere—the bus, the grocery store, the bookstore, and the fancy country club that rafe brought you to—

but it hadn't worked. so what could you do? you just held the paper, tears dripping down your chin, you heard rafe's voice again, "i'm coming over."

suddenly you're scrambling for the phone again, "no, forget about it. i'm a mess, and i failed, and you have an important meeting probably."

then you hear a slight shuffle on this side, almost as if he's moving papers around.

"nah' i'll be there in ten."

before you can tell him that it's fine, he hangs the phone and you're left with trembling hands on your phone. you get up, dusting yourself off, swallowing your pride as you look at the paper again.

rafe's always been so supportive of your studies, thick eyebrows furrowed when he hears your rants about your grades. see, you knew he wasn't the brightest, but he held on his own with you. he let you spend his money on different tutors, different college club things, different textbooks and apps you needed to get the best grade. yet...here nothing had worked.   

so there you were, pathetic and sniffling as you leaned near the doorway. after a few minutes you heard the key turn, and in came rafe cameron. he was in a nice polo shirt, biceps straining, and a concerned look on his face as he looked down at you.

you couldn't even hold yourself together, as you crumbled around him, "i failed rafe. i failed. i—"

"shh, shhh," he muttered, eyes flickering around the cramp space you called home. your papers were sprawn on the floor, and a soup that you'd made earlier was laid cold and forgotten. dishes were stuffed in the dishwasher, and there was one dim light on.

he was almost too big in your small apartment, but you could see the earnestness in his eyes as he treaded carefully. picking you up, he muttered softly to you.

"now, i don't even know what to do rafe! i don't know what to do."

"the grade doesn't define you'know? that's all bull," he started passionately, and then gestured to himself, "i mean look at me. barely passed high school but i'm doing fine. more than fine." rafe muttered, scratching the back of his head as he watched you sniffle.

you let out a soft wail, "but it does matter! i—" then you just shake your head and grab him by the shirt. then you decide that it's not worth it. it's not worth to scream or fight. you're too tired for that, instead, you just lean into his warmth.

"i just want to be close to you, forget about it all."

suddenly rafe softens, "yea. c'mere," then he bundles you up, and you feel yourself succumbed to sleep

EXTRA:

"hey and if matters at all, you're a 100% for me,"  rafe muttered into your hair, as you woke up. you rubbed your eyes, before you squirmed away from him, scowling at him. "i think that's an a+"

you groan. "too soon?" he murmured, pulling you in closer.

"way too soon.

"yea, shoulda known. sorry."

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barry shoving his fingers in your mouth and they taste so icky. it’s not the usual salty, heady taste that’s clinging to the pads of his fingers— no, it’s chemical. it’s acidic and it forces a whine to crawl up your throat, and instead of letting you jerk away to remove his fingers from your drooly mouth, he cradles the back of your head and keeps you there. regardless of how much you claw at his wrist, he only rubs the substance all over your tongue as the muscle starts to go numb and your eyes suddenly feel heavier.

“that’s it, sugar— you’re g’nna feel real good after this.”

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can i get cozy cuddly demetri fluff.. i need crumbs after evil ahh season 6 pt2 demetri 😇

Sorry for how long this took, i had half of a draft saved this morning but for some reason it didnt save. Also i dont think he’s evil he’’s just… frustrated oh! i just had some wine at dinner with my friend so WEEEE TIPSY WRITING

Reader takes Devon’s place in the Sakai Taikai

Cobra Kai Season 6 spoilers under the cut (Word Count: 387)

Demetri groans as he plops onto your bed, your dresses that you organized by occasion all slump to the floor, The soft cotton had made it off the plane unscathed and yet there they were in a heap that makes your nose wrinkle.

“They don’t listen to me, I TOLD them it was a gamble-“

”Woah! Dem what happened”

He looks at your position folding the clothes on the floor, “‘’team captain’ made sure we had to double up in the room” he snarks with finger quotes on Robby’ title.

Your nose wrinkles, “what happened when I was talking to Tori?”

“Cobra Kai. Where’s Perseus when you need him.” He laments

You bite your lip stifling a giggle. “Okay demigod, youre laying on my skirt” you say, trying to tug the material out from under him

Demetri groans again as you successfully free your white, frilly maxiskirt from under him, covering his face with the pillow as he rolls onto his back.

You frown at this, knowing how much feeling like a 0 affects him, sitting on the bed next to him, you fiddle with the skirt as you fold it, placing it onto your suitcase to put away later.

“You know, we beat them before and we’ll do it again-“

”Yeah well they weren’t from a super ancient dojo before. They probably train with a karate grimmerie now or something” he shoots back again before letting you finish making you sigh.

“Dem…” you trail off, sitting up on the bed and looking down at him, Your heart aches more.

Demetri doesn’t reply, not with words anyway, opting for groaning once again into the pillow.

You flop backward looking up at the ceiling as you fiddle with the anniversary bracelet on your wrist, thinking about how to comfort your mildly (endearingly) infuriating boyfriend. You scoot into the crook of his arm, laying your head on his chest .The action that used to make him stiffen now prompts him into wrapping an arm around your shoulders softy.

Laying there quietly, revealing in the feeling of Demetri softly rubbing your arm, “it’ll be okay Dem, we just gotta focus on karate while we’re here ya know?” you say softly.

”yeah yeah okay just let me enjoy a single karate free moment with my Jessica Rabbit” he says, squeezing you slightly making a giggle escape from your lips .