ilyrafe

[ilyrafe]

✮⋆˙ rafe gets clingy when you scratch his back — and even clingier when you stop.

warnings — none, really! soft!rafe will never beat the sassy man allegations.

cherie’s note — requested here! this was such a good prompt ugh — i let out a little giggle whenever i see this trend on tiktok. thank you for the idea, nonnie!<3

he came in quiet tonight. just a tired little grunt as he kicked off his shoes, dropped his keys somewhere on the kitchen island, and wandered into your shared bedroom like there was nowhere else on earth he would rather be — because, honestly, he kind of did.

you didn't ask what happened. he didn't offer, either. didn't need to. with the stress surrounding the family businesses after ward's passing, and the emotional rollercoaster of losing the rest of his family in the process, things around tannyhill had kind of just been... off. he just crawled into your bed, flopped facedown like a man who had lost a war, and mumbled something like, "please. your nails. back. now."

so now you're laying beside him, acting as the big spoon (which never happens, by the way), running your fingers down the planes of his bare back — lightly, slowly, dragging your nails along his spine and over his shoulders. he's warm from the shower, his hair still damp where it curls against the pillow.

he barely speaks. just lets out the occasional breathy sigh or satisfied little hum. you can feel the tension ease from his body in slow waves, each releasing a piece of whatever he had carried in with him.

after awhile, his breathing deepens. slower, heavier. his shoulders slacken, he's almost asleep.

so you pause — just for a second, to adjust your position or shake your hand out, thinking you'd lulled him into sleep and it was safe to stop.

but he lets out the most pitiful little sound. a wounded sigh, full of drama and betrayal.

a muffled, miserable little whimper, all sleep-slurred and pouty: "nooo... why'd you stop...?"

you blink. "my hand cramped—"

he twists against the plush blankets to glance at you, cheeks pressed against his pillow, lashes heavy over glassy blue eyes. his brows tug together. "hurts."

"your hand?" you ask, amused.

"no," he murmurs, eyes already drifting shut again. "my feelings."

you snort, leaning back over him as your nails return to his back, and immediately he melts — arms sinking into the mattress, face nuzzling deeper into the pillow below his cheek.

"s'what i thought," he mumbles.

you roll your eyes gently, more amused than annoyed.

moments like this were rare with rafe — the stone cold wall he typically put up had been broken down, accepting the love he'd never thought he deserved.

and when he mumbles, "love you, y'know," so quietly you almost miss it — you just smile, scratch a little softer.

"i know, baby. me too."

[ilyrafe]

things we never got over

PAIRING: rafe cameron x ex-bsf!reader

SUMMARY: you were rafe’s best friend since kindergarten, but the inevitable friendship breakup was bound to come. after years of friendship and unrequited pining, 21 year old rafe believes the only way he can rid himself of the emotional turmoil he still feels, is therapy. 

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: kindergartner rafe and reader content; small mention of blood and wounds

EDITH TALKS: so!!! this was actually the first chapter of this rafe series I was working on and it has been pre written for the longest time 🤧 but! I had another idea for a series, so I ended up integrating parts of both of them to come up with my ultimate plot :) I am actually super attached to this chapter and I wanted everyone to see it 🥹 I hope you all enjoy reading!! feedback and reblogs are always highly appreciated! 🌟

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“Cherry or green apple?”

You plop down next to Rafe’s figure hunched over the table, a box of crayons opened next to him as he keeps himself busy with a coloring page, his color strokes going often out of the lines, but even then, you still believe he’s one of the best at art. 

His ears perk up at your little voice as you sit down next to him, his eyes falling onto the two lollipops in your hand: one wrapped in a dark red wrapper, and the other in a bright green. He pouts at the choices in your hand, and you are fully aware of the reason for the little pout on his small lips.

“They did not have strawberry,” you mumble. “Only these two,”

He lets out a short sigh, and then with his little finger he gestures to the cherry one. You unwrap the cherry flavored lollipop and hand it to Rafe, who takes it and instantly puts it in his mouth, going back to his coloring task. 

You sit silently next to him with the green apple lollipop in your mouth as you watch him color. Your gaze drifts from Rafe over to the classroom window, out of which you can see all of the other kids running around, laughing, playing, or sitting on the sides to eat their food on the small field. All the swings are occupied, the sand pit is occupied, and there are multiple children at once sliding down the only slide in the field. 

Rafe is different. 

He never spends his lunch breaks outside. He stays in the classroom, finishes his lunchbox, and then always gets  a coloring sheet to keep himself busy. You, on the other hand, always have your lunch outside with a few of your girl friends, but as soon as you’re done, you leave the girls and come to Rafe in the classroom; always sitting in the same seat of his with his sheet and his expensive box of crayons. From the little shop across from your house, you bring a strawberry lollipop for him each day and give it to him as a little after lunch sweet treat. 

The first time you had offered him the lollipop, he was surprised. “What’s that for?” He had asked you. 

“You told me you like strawberries,” you had replied, already unwrapping the lollipop. “So I got this for you,” you finished with a smile, holding out the candy for him. 

A soft blush had started spreading on his cheeks at your words and the offer of the delectable candy. “Thank you,” he had murmured ever so quietly, and he took it from you and put it in his mouth.

Since then, it has become a routine for you. You love to keep him company and watch him in silence as you both eat your candies and he colors in the pages. He doesn’t talk much, just likes to keep to himself most of the time. You never know why he’s like this; so different from the other boys in your class, who just choose to be all rowdy and noisy, but what you do know is that you like to spend these few minutes with him, before your lunch break comes to an end and you get back to go on with your day. 

“You like it?” You ask softly in your slightly muffled voice, gesturing to the cherry lollipop he unfortunately has to have today, instead of his usual sweet strawberry. 

Rafe shrugs in response, quietly sucking on the candy as he carefully inspects his crayon box and picks a color, resuming the coloring. It’s a navy blue, you notice. Hm. He really seems to like that one, you think as you glance at the sheet on the table, most of it colored in the same navy blue. 

The same silence falls on you two again and you just resume watching him color.

The next day though, your luck comes through. 

You get a strawberry lollipop for him, and have been ecstatic to hand it over to him the moment the young woman running the store gave it to you, your small hand securing around it carefully. 

When you are having lunch with all your friends in the playground, you are practically itching to leave and just run to the empty classroom where Rafe, as always, must be hunched over his table, coloring a different sheet than yesterday. After you’re finished with your food, you say goodbye to your girls and begin to make your way across the playground towards the main building.

As you’re walking, you don’t know exactly how it happened; maybe you were way too lost in your own world, or maybe, it was exactly what the boy intended; but you end up tripping over a boy’s foot, falling face first on the ground. A loud yelp leaves your lips as you fall, feeling a shooting pain through your nose. 

Tears are immediately stinging your eyes as a small crowd forms around you, and one of the teachers helps you up. The tears are fully flowing now, and they only increase the moment you feel blood flowing from your nose. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” the teacher tries to calm you down as she helps you up on your feet. Taking your small hand in hers, she carefully leads you to the main building of the school, and enters the first classroom. 

Rafe’s ears perk up the moment he hears the door opening. He watches you enter, your face bloody and tear stained, and just the next second, he’s over to where you’re next to the teacher. 

“She fell down,” the teacher mumbles as she carefully wipes the blood from your face when Rafe reaches you both, a look of pure worry on his face. 

Rafe is silent, but fully worried as he watches you get your face wiped, your eyes red rimmed and tears still welling at your waterline. 

The teacher says something about going to get the nurse, something which neither you in your condition or Rafe really pay attention to, but the next moment, you two are left alone. You’re quietly sniffling, moving your hand to wipe off the remnant tears. 

You look up at Rafe through your blurry vision, wiping at your eyes again. “Oh,” you mumble softly, moving your free hand to your pocket and pulling something out. Rafe watches you curiously as you fish into your pocket, and the next moment you open your fist to show him a candy with its stick cracked, and the wrapper crinkled. 

It’s a strawberry lollipop. 

“I got it for you today,” You mumble quietly, looking at the broken lollipop. “But it got crushed when… I fell down,”

Rafe furrows his brows as he gently takes the lollipop in his hand. He sees the candy is completely cracked beneath the crinkled paper. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur quietly, looking at the broken candy in his hand. 

He quietly shakes his head and fists his hand around the candy, holding it safely. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, “I love it.” 

You feel bad about giving him a broken lollipop, and he can see that. Before he can say anything else, the teacher’s coming back with the nurse, and they both are quick to take you from the classroom to the nurse’s office. 

Rafe watches you being taken away quietly, the candy safe in his hands. 

Later on, when he goes back to his coloring, he carefully unwraps the candy on the table and looks at the broken pieces. He picks them one by one to eat them, quietly chewing on them as he goes back to coloring. He can’t help but glance at the empty seat next to him, feeling your cold absence deeply, the way you’d just quietly sit next to him, watching him color and you both would eat your lollipops. 

He can feel his interest slowly degrading in the coloring without you sitting next to him. Quietly, he keeps the crayon aside and gazes at the half colored sheet in front of him, eating a small broken bit of the pink candy. 

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“So it was as if you basically started realizing how important she is to you, but you couldn’t really understand those feelings at that time because of how young you were?”

Vera’s gentle sound echoes in his ear, his gaze fixed on his shoes, suddenly the dark brown of his converse being the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. 

“Yeah,” Rafe mumbles quietly, his fingers gently fiddling with the hem of his shirt. 

He can hear Vera sighing softly, the soft sound of a page of her notebook being turned and the scratching of the pen following suit. 

God, how much do these therapists have to write? Rafe thinks to himself. 

“So, there’s no contact between you two anymore? None?” Vera asks. 

Rafe sighs softly, leaning back against the couch. He tilts his head up, looking up at the ceiling. He’s tired of this question. 

At this point, he can’t even count how many times he’s been asked this question in his life. 

“None.” He mutters quietly.

Another silence falls over the both of them and the sound of writing fills the room once again, as Rafe opts to simply close his eyes, his head still leaning back and his arms crossed over his chest. 

But closing his eyes seems like the worst option, because there you are again, the warmest orange aura surrounding you, radiating complete comfort. You raise your hand, almost touching him but never really doing it, always falling a few inches short. 

“We’re gonna be here a long time.” 

Vera’s sound is a mere background noise, but it’s there, anchoring him back to reality, far away from his dreams. 

Yeah, we are.

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[ilyrafe]

OOUUUUHHHHHH suddenly im blushinggggg

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PAIRING: rafe cameron x nerd!fem!reader

SUMMARY: your and rafe’s alone time gets interrupted when you get a notification about your grades.

WORD COUNT: 834

WARNINGS: soft smut (bro idek😭), it is smut but no explicit terminology or nomenclature used but the entire scene is set; super sweet; quite suggestive and light tbh; allusions to oral and subtle descriptions of riding (again, it is light 😭); usage of nicknames + lmk if I should add smth!!

EDITH SPEAKS: AS U CAN SEE, this is my first ever post which can be begun to be classified as smut, even though it's light and is nothing explicit. so like, give me feedback, PLEASE, and if you want me to improve somewhere, i would gladly accept your feedback but give it nicely to me please 🥹 and at last, reblogs are always highly appreciated!! (fic is inspired by this reel, and after watching it, wrote it in like, 20 mins in one sitting 😭)

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“Oh fuck…” Rafe sighs softly, his arms wrapped firm around your waist whilst yours are around his shoulders, your face buried into his neck as you feel heat creep across every cell in your body. You’re slow on top of him, almost painfully so, but even then, Rafe is relishing every damn second being so physically close to you.

“Oh baby… you’re so good…” he mumbles against your collarbone, causing you to let out a soft whimper as he gently kisses along the prominent bone, as if he’s laving his love onto your skin.

“You too…” you breathe out into his neck, your breath hot onto his perspiring skin. A soft moan slips past your tongue as Rafe twitches slightly under you, the action practically sending chills across your spine.

Your phone on the bedside table pings loudly in your bedroom, and your hazy gaze falls on the screen as it flashes momentarily. And you see it. You catch the logo, the bold heading of the mail, and god, at that moment, it feels as if your eyes have opened up fully.

You immediately reach out for it, and Rafe’s grip tightens around your waist. “What are you doing?” He groans softly as he watches you settle back down in your old position but now with your phone in your hands.

“My semester grades are posted,” you mutter, already flicking your fingers across the screen.

Rafe looks at you with a deadpan expression on his face. “Grades? Right now baby?” He sighs, kissing your shoulder gently in an attempt to drag you into the amorous bubble you both were just locked in.

“Just, just one minute, I need to see…” you mumble, and to Rafe it feels like you’ve forgotten what you two were actually just doing. Nevertheless, he softly squeezes your waist and presses a few more gentle kisses alongside your shoulder and the side of your neck. He knows how tough this semester was and how hard you’ve worked to get the grades you wish to get.

Suddenly, you let out a soft gasp and Rafe leans his head back to look at you expectantly. “I got all A’s,” you whisper softly, as if saying it out loud will somehow jinx it.

Rafe’s lips tug into the biggest smile as he leans up to press a gentle kiss against your lips, allowing your lips to move softly against his. “I’m proud of you baby, knew you could do it,” he hums against your mouth before capturing your lips back again.

He takes your phone from your hands and keeps it aside without pausing the kiss, his hands holding onto your waist the same way as before. You feel yourself falling back into the same mood, the same sensations beginning to light you up.

With the leverage on your waist, Rafe flips you two so you’re laying flat on the mattress and he’s on top of you, supporting himself by his forearms as your lips part. You let out a soft gasp at the sudden movement, looking up at Rafe through your eyelashes. The movement causes him to pull out, a sudden emptiness now making you groan inwardly.

“Mmm…” he hums softly, ducking his head down so his lips find your sensitive neck again, your head tilting back against the pillow with a hitch of your voice.

“So proud of you baby…” he whispers into your skin, slowly beginning to trail his lips lower onto your body as he kisses between your breasts, feeling their soft swell under his palms. Your breath comes out as shaky exhales as your fingers begin to thread through his hair, partially wanting leverage and partially giving him some pleasure too as you know he loves the feel of your fingers in his hair.

“So fuckin’ proud, knew my girl could do it…” his lips move down lower over your ribs, finding purchase on the soft skin of your stomach as he kisses along it, feeling your muscles jump under his lips which causes him to smirk.

“Rafe…” you breathe, fingers gently tugging on his hair in an attempt to not be too rough.

“Wanna give you your gift, baby,” he whispers, now kissing right over your hip bone, his fingers coming to spread across your thighs to keep them where he wants to. “Wanna give you your gift for doin’ so good. Will you let me?”

He looks up at you from his place between your thighs, his eyes soft and sultry, while yours are barely open.

“Yeah… yeah I will…” you whisper, and you feel his breath fan across your sensitive flesh, causing your hips to twitch.

Rafe leans his head down so his forehead rests on your tummy, his eyes closed as he practically revels in the moment. “Good girl,” he whispers, before moving his lips right where you need him. “Such a good girl,” he says for the last time, before his lips connect, and you feel like you are being lifted to heaven.

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[ilyrafe]

—

it’s thundering outside, lightning too. it always scared you, being alone while it’s pitch black outside and the wind is whistling.

rafe was over. you and him sat on your couch watching television together when the lightning that lights up the outside catches your eyes quickly.

it’s not something that you can miss. rafe can feel you tense up beside him when you see it.

“you okay baby? what’s the matter?” he seems legitimately concerned because he wants to make sure you’re okay.

“yeah.. im okay rafey! it’s just the wether that scares me sometimes”

he nods. rafe kisses your temple and pulls the blanket that’s on the end of the couch over the both of you, hoping it will calm you down.

“can you please spend the night?” you whine out, thinking your pleads will make him feel some sympathy.

he’s silent for a minute. but then you realize it’s just because he is looking down at you because he finds you absolutely adorable.

“of course baby, i will be more than happy to spend the night with you. whatever you need, i’ll be here for you always.”

you subconsciously lay your head on his head. the wait on your shoulders dropping when you realize you won’t be alone.

—

after a while, you’re asleep next to rafe. he is still wide awake to make sure you’re okay.

he plays with strands of your hair, but he is careful to not wake you up. he knows it’s best if you sleep through the night.

he tells himself that it would be better if you were to sleep on your bed instead of the couch.

“hey.. baby, wake up for me.” you slur out of your slumber, groaning softly and stretching.

he turns off the television with the remote and puts it on the table in front of the couch.

“let’s get you to your bed baby, cmon” he lifts you into his arms. fixing the blanket and putting it back on the end of the couch.

he holds you with both arms, walking into the hallway to open your bedroom door.

rafe opens the covers for you and places you down onto the bed. “there you go..”

he pulls the blankets over you gently, leaving the room to grab your water bottle and putting ice and water in it for you.

as he’s walking back to the room, he spots your phone on the couch. he picks it up and takes it with him to the room with him.

rafe puts the water bottle on your night stand and plugs in your phone for you. a picture of you and him hugging at the beach that your friend took of the both of you lights up on the lock screen, he smiles. he climbs into the bed with you and pulls you into his chest.

you turn over to wrap your arms around him, you feel safe and secure.

[ilyrafe]

drew dating a way younger girl and he hard-launches her at the dior show in paris and there’s a lot of judgment and mess from the fans. controversially younger girlfriend allegations.

this req is similar to @cameronsbabydoll ‘s au! go check it out 😚 | note: reader is 19 and drew is 30

when you step out behind him, you hear it—the freeze. there’s a ripple, a gasp, a digital frenzy. yet, everyone seems frozen. fans in the crowd nearly faint, some photographers forget to capture the moment, and someone whispers your name like a curse or a secret they weren’t supposed to learn yet.

your hand finds his without thinking. you’re practiced and smooth. you knew what tonight would be, but still, it’s different with all of paris watching. different when they’re whispering that’s her? and no fucking way she’s legal and he’s ruined.

when you make it past the main carpet, a journalist jokes, “and who’s this? a niece?” but her smile is a little too sinister as she eyes you up and down.

drew doesn’t flinch. he doesn’t even blink. just turns to you, calm as a gun to the temple, and says, “my girlfriend.” the crowd erupts. not with cheers or with applause. but with flashbulbs. the internet collectively dies, resurrects, and drafts its first thinkpiece before you even make it up the marble steps.

“i feel like i should’ve worn a name tag,” you mutter, still smiling for the cameras.

“you did,” drew says under his breath, thumb brushing over the ring on your finger. “you wore my ring.” not just his ring, but his signature ring. the one he wore in photoshoots, films, even on his pixelated instagram lives. now, it rests on your finger like it’s been yours all along.

the show itself is a blur. you don’t remember the dresses or the perfume or whatever socialite’s thigh you brushed when drew slid you into the front row. what you remember is how heavy his hand felt on your knee. how he leaned in to whisper in your ear every time the lights dimmed. how it felt, this strange electric thing—being nineteen, being in paris, being with him.

you’re not embarrassed—you just feel watched. the woman next to you is clearly someone’s PR fixer, judging by the side-eyes and faux kindness when she asks, “and where do you go to school?”

“i’m not in school,” you reply sweetly. “i’m busy getting flown out by my boyfriend.” drew chokes on a laugh. the woman doesn’t speak again.

~

later, when it’s quiet and you’re back in the hotel suite overlooking the city, you’re in one of his shirts, barefoot on the balcony. your hair’s a little ruined from the wind. your lip liner is gone, but drew’s looking at you like he’s still at the show, still front row, still stunned. he leans in the doorway. “you okay?”

you nod. “you?”

“depends.”

“on?”

“whether you regret it or not.” he shrugs, pushing off the doorway slightly.

you don’t answer right away. you take a long sip of your champagne, eyes flicking up to meet his. “if i wanted safety, i wouldn’t have picked you,” you say.

he crosses the room in two steps. he cups your face with one hand, the other skimming down your side like he’s making sure you’re real. “you didn’t pick me,” he says, voice rough. “i begged.”

you laugh, pink flooding your cheeks like a canvas. “you’re not that dramatic.” he kisses you. it’s not soft or tentative, it’s devout. nineteen doesn’t mean anything and you mean everything. when he pulls back, your head spins.

“maybe not,” he murmurs. “but i’d do it again.”

“what, ruin your life?” you tease, fingers brushing down his muscular arm.

he chuckles, tugging you into his chest. “hard-launch you in paris.”

~

by the next morning, there are thousands of tweets.

drew starkey dating a teenager is the end of male actors for me

she’s 19. he’s 30. what do they talk about?

so you’re telling me i had a chance after all???

she’s either the smartest girl alive or the luckiest.

you post a photo to your newly verified instagram anyway. it’s a blurry flash pic from the backseat. your leg is across his lap, his hand on your thigh, the dior pass between your knees. no caption and no apology. but in the comments, someone writes:

she knows exactly what she’s doing.

and yeah—you do.

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[ilyrafe]

it was late at night, yet no one was sleeping. lewd noises bounced off the walls, moans, whines, grunts and dirty clapping sounds that made the room feel filthy and hot.

“fuck, you got some pussy on you.” drew grunted into your ear, the sound heavy and low in your ear. the sound made your eyes roll back, letting out a pornographic moan in response.

he was bending you over into doggy, hand gripping the back of your neck as he kept you down, smushing your cheek against the pillow. his other hand was ripping your hip, pulling you back onto him.

the clapping of skin against skin got louder as drew picked up his pace, needing to let off some steam after a interview gone wrong.

he came home frustrated and wound up, and your heat was the only thing that could help him. the wet, warm feeling he felt when he was inside you was other worldly, and he just needed to be balls deep inside you.

so now, an hour later, he was still at it. you’d came twice already, overstimulated beyond belief but still feeling the most pleasure you think you’ve ever felt.

“drew — gonna cum again.” you whined out, eyes squeezing shut as you felt the pleasure roll right down your spine, creeping right down to your core.

drew already knew that though. the way your pussy was clenching, milking him and driving him to the edge let him know in advance. “s’okay baby, cum all over me.” he grunted, letting out a moan as he started to drive into you sloppier.

he wasn’t afraid to show that he was being pleasured, his eyebrows would furrow and he’d start moaning and groaning, and it made you come apart faster.

your moans grew louder, your grip on the sheets became tighter, your body went hotter as you reached that high, waves of pleasure crashing over you in a way like no other.

you cried out, and so did drew. he near whimpered as he spilt into you, his warm seed spurting deep into your womb. “fuck!” he grunted loudly, sound whiney as he did three more sloppy, yet hard thrusts.

you bled his balls perfectly, and he was insanely calmed. he started to soften, and took that as a sign to pull out. you collapsed down, rolling onto your back to look up at him.

he was smiling lazily, that smile that let you know he had the best sex of his life. drew laid down beside you, shuffling and getting comfortable beside you as he slung an arm across you, pulling you up tight beside him.

“thank you baby, you really helped me feel better.” drew whispered into your ear, placing a kiss to your temple. his words made you grin, and your eyes fluttering shut as you seeped in his warmth.

“love you.” you mumbled, curling into him and getting yourself ready to sleep. “love you too.” he whispered, nuzzling his face into your hair.

— 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : my first work, i hope you guys like it because im quite proud of it! it’s a personal little piece which is what ill be writing the most unless any specific requests !

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[ilyrafe]

Who do I need to fight to get gong yoo his guest actor emmy nom?

[ilyrafe]

Madelyn getting ask about the possibility of a jj flashback I’m crying her face says if all she does not want that man back on set he really ruined the vibe of season 4

The cast do not miss him one bit

[ilyrafe]

helloooo can u write about drew having a crush on reader? like she’s a singer and when he’s asked about his celebrity crush during press (like obx 4 or queer press) and he mentions her and she gets in touch with him? pls pls pls super cute and fluffy!

“okay, last question,” the interviewer grins, leaning forward. “celebrity crush. go.”

madelyn answers first. she says something sweet and predictable. chase says rihanna, because of course he does. rudy blushes too hard when he answers his girlfriend’s name. then, they all turn to drew and he freezes.

his mouth twitches because he knows he should lie. he should say someone safe, someone he hasn’t been thinking about for months. but then he shrugs, half a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “uh… probably y/n.”

the room reacts. madelyn lets out a dramatic gasp. the host lights up. chase whistles under his breath. “wait wait wait, the singer?” the interviewer asks.

drew laughs, ears turning pink. “yeah,” his face is burning now. “she’s cool, talented, and her voice is insane.”

“you’re obsessed with her,” madelyn adds, elbowing him.

“i’m not,” he says, grinning despite himself.

“you listened to her album for three days straight,” chase says.

drew shrugs again and looks right at the camera. “god forbid a guy likes good music.”

~

you find out two days later. you’re half asleep on your couch, scrolling lazily through your mentions when the clip pops up. someone’s tagged you. then a hundred someones. then your group chat explodes.

girl you HAVE to respond. look at his face when he says your name.

he’s SO cute oh my god.

you’ve won at life. i’m jealous.

you watch it three times. then again, just to be sure you’re not imagining the way he shifts in his seat after saying your name. the little smile and the way his voice goes quiet. you hesitate for half a second. then open instagram and search his name. he follows you and has liked every single one of your posts.

you grin, finger hovering over his dm’s before finally typing. your face is hot and your skin is tingling.

yourusername: so you listened to my album three days straight huh?

he responds so fast it’s actually kind of adorable.

drewstarkey: busted.

drew starkey: i was gonna play it cool, but i can’t when it comes to you

you end up talking all night. you talk about music, life, mutual friends, inside jokes that shouldn’t form that fast but do anyway. by the end of the week, he’s flying back to LA. by the next one, you’ve agreed to meet.

~

you’re nervous. you’re never nervous. not before a performance, not during a livestream, not even when your face is on a times square billboard. but when you spot him in the corner of that little coffee shop—hat pulled low, hoodie loose, scrolling his phone—you feel it all at once.

he looks up, smiles, and stands way too fast. “hey,” he says, almost shy. “you came.”

you smirk. “i mean, i had to. wouldn’t want to leave my biggest fan hanging.”

he laughs, cheeks pink. you can’t stop smiling. and when he opens the door for you like it’s second nature, orders the drink you mentioned in your last text, touches your hand for a second too long when he gives it to you, you already know this isn’t going to be just a one-time thing.

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[ilyrafe]

UNCLE ‘WAFE’ X JACKIE . . . where’s your baby?

warning: slightly suggestive, mostly fluff

SUMMARY

You and Rafe are babysitting Jackie and she asks when you’re going to have a baby and Uncle ‘Wafe’ —the CEO big guy— suddenly doesn’t know what to do. And of course, you’re no help.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor with Jackie, coloring a lopsided unicorn named “Fwuffy.” Crayons are everywhere. Stickers cover her arms. There’s glitter on your sock and you have no idea how it got there.

Rafe, who’s been watching the chaos unfold from the couch like it might bite him, finally joins you on the floor—awkwardly, like the carpet is lava.

Jackie beams. “Uncle Wafe! You gonna cowow wif us?”

He grunts. “I don’t know how to color.”

“You just pick a cwayon,” she says patiently, you’d think she’s explaining physics to a caveman.

He humors her, grabs a blue crayon, and starts coloring in the sky with all the commitment of a man signing legal papers under duress.

Jackie leans her head against your shoulder, suddenly soft. “You and Uncle Wafe wuv each other, wight?”

You smile. “We do.”

Rafe glances up, suspicious of her tone.

Then, innocently—too innocently—Jackie asks,

“So when you gonna have youw own baby?”

Rafe chokes on air.

You blink. “Um… that’s… wow, that’s a question.”

He looks at Jackie like she just asked for a cigarette and a loan. “You’re five.”

“I’m fwee and a hawf,” she corrects proudly, lifting up the wrong fingers.

Rafe rubs a hand over his face. “I’m not equipped for this conversation.”

Jackie turns back to her drawing. “It’s otay. Mommy says babies come when you is weady. Awso sometimes on acc-ident.”

Rafe mutters, “Of course she did.” Fucking Sarah.

You’re shaking with silent laughter, and Rafe shoots you a glare. “Don’t you start.”

You ignore Rafe’s warning and lean in, casually sipping your drink.

“So… are we having a baby or what?”

Rafe doesn’t even look at you.

“I swear she was sent here by God to humble me.”

You pat his knee. “Or to manifest.”

——

BONUS:

Rafe’s fresh out of the shower, damp hair curling against his forehead, a towel slung low around his hips, and that usual post-steam glow that makes your brain stop working for a full three seconds.

He doesn’t even notice you watching at first—too busy brushing his teeth, mumbling something about Jackie’s baby name list and how “Glitta Princess Wainbow” better not end up on the birth certificate.

You lean against the doorway, silk robe half open, hair messily perfect.

Then, casually—like you’re asking about lunch plans:

“So… do you wanna start the baby now?”

Rafe freezes.

Toothbrush mid-air.

Mouth open.

Eyes flick to yours in the mirror. “You—wait. You mean—now?”

You walk forward, slow, deliberate, taking the toothbrush from his hand and setting it down.

Then you press against him, fingers brushing the edge of the towel.

“Unless you’d rather wait for Jackie to ask again.”

He groans—physically groans.

“You’re evil.”

You kiss his neck. “I’m motivated.”

He pulls you closer, hands already sliding under the robe. “You’re really serious.”

You meet his eyes. “Deadly.”

And that’s it.

He lifts you onto the counter like it’s instinct. The towel drops. The robe slips.

There’s laughter between kisses. Desperation in his touch. Worship in the way he moves.

“Say it again,” he mutters into your skin, accent growing thicker.

“Start the baby?” you whisper.

He growls. “Yeah. That.”

. . . X JACKIE SERIES 🍼

UNCLE WAFE HEADCANONS

UNCLE JJ HEADCANONS

UNCLE WAFE X JACKIE X UNCLE JJ . . . protecting their niece

UNCLE JJ X JACKIE . . . First day of kindergarten

UNCLE JJ X JACKIE . . . First errand

[ilyrafe]

Fluff with ex Rafe coming over bc ur upset or sm or on ur period idk lol

you don’t even ask how he knew. maybe he saw your snapchat story and read between the lines—the heating pad, the half eaten pint of strawberry halo top. or maybe it’s just rafe. he’s always known how to find you when you don’t want to be found.

you open the door in an old hoodie (his from when you both called what you had love), and rafe’s standing there with a brown paper bag and that annoyingly smug look in his eyes.

“you look like shit,” he says softly, like it’s endearing. he’s smiling without moving his mouth.

you roll your eyes. “thanks.” clutching the sleeves of the oversized hoodie.

he holds up the bag. “got the chocolate bar you like and the tea that smells like flowers. also that heating patch thing you put on your stomach and act like it’s painkillers.”

your cheeks heat up and your color matches the pink slippers you’re clad in. “you remember that?”

“you used to make me go to cvs at like, 2am for it,” he shrugs. “i never forgot.”

your throat aches. not because of him, not entirely. just the day, just your body, and just everything. “you can come in, but i’m not talking.”

“that’s fine.” he kicks off his shoes and follows you into the living room like he’s done it a hundred times—because he has.

you fall asleep with your cheek pressed against his hoodie and his palm warm over your hip. there’s an unopened chocolate bar on the coffee table and call me by your name playing quietly in the background, but neither of you are really watching it.

when you stir, hours later, you feel him shift behind you. just slightly. not to move, but just to be closer. “you okay now?” he asks, voice hoarse.

you nod into the fabric of his sleeve. “you still suck.”

he huffs a soft laugh. “yeah. i know.” but he stays. he always stays. even when he shouldn’t.

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[ilyrafe]

⋆｡˚୨ getting asked on a date ୧˚｡⋆.

You weren’t supposed to meet Drew Starkey.

Well, not in the way you did, at least - not in Madelyn’s kitchen, balancing a glass of cheap sauvignon blanc on your forearm and trying not to look like you’d just sprinted from your car because you were late. Again.

“I’m not kidding, if you ghost on this dinner I swear I’ll block your number,” Madelyn had texted an hour ago. “And you’ll never get your damn Tupperware back.”

So, naturally, you show up - winded, hair slightly wild, phone dead - and stumble into her Hollywood bungalow. What you weren’t expecting was the six-foot-something tornado of denim and charm leaning against her fridge.

You almost drop your wine when you see him.

Madelyn clocks your reaction immediately. “Oh, this is Drew - Drew, this is her.”

He quirks a brow. “Her?”

Madelyn grins wickedly. “She knows what that means.”

You clear your throat, playing it cool even though your palms are suddenly sweaty and your heart is doing that annoying little flutter. “That sounds way more mysterious than it needs to be.”

Drew grins, hand extended. “Mysterious’s kind of my thing.”

You shake it - firm, warm, a lot rougher than you expected. God, you think, he’s got hands like a man who can ruin you in five minutes flat.

“Drew’s crashing for a while,” Madelyn says, already turning back to the stove. “Between places.”

And just like that, he’s in your orbit.

　𓃹

The night goes down easy - wine, pasta, way too many inappropriate jokes - and you find yourself sitting on the back porch next to him, a blanket shared between you, maddie's fire pit flickering in the dark.

“Madelyn wasn’t kidding,” he says, glancing at you over the rim of his beer. “You’ve got a mouth on you.”

You raise a brow. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Oh, it’s not,” Drew drawls. “Just…dangerous.”

You grin. “I’m not dangerous. I’m delightful.”

“I think you’re trouble.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

He chokes on his beer. You smirk into your wine. Check fucking mate.

　𓃹

After that, it’s casual texts. Memes. Tiktok streaks. Flirty jabs. The occasional FaceTime when he’s bored or on set, which turns into late-night talks that stretch too long.

He learns how you like your coffee. You learn that he sleeps shirtless, hates tomatoes, and has a laugh that could quite literally make a nun reconsider her vows.

You flirt, sure - but it always stops short. Neither of you calls it what it is.

Until one night.

　𓃹

Madelyn’s hosting another 'event' - lowkey this time, just a few people. You were halfway through a gin and tonic when you feel Drew behind you, his voice low in your ear.

“Come outside with me.”

You turn to him with a laugh. “Why? So you can compliment my outfit in private?”

He gives you a lazy smile. “If I start, I won’t stop.”

You blink. That was bolder than usual.

Still, you follow him.

He leans against her fence, arms crossed, eyes on you like he’s figuring out how to say something he’s never said before.

You fidget with your sleeve. “Okay, what’s with the brooding stare? You about to monologue or something?”

He laughs, eyes warm. “Not a monologue. Just a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you wanna go out with me?”

You freeze. “Oh like…a date?”

He nods. “Yeah. Like a real one. Where I pick you up. And pay for your food. And kiss you at the end if I don’t screw it up.”

“I- ”

“Unless you’d rather keep texting me emojis and pretending we’re not into each other,” he adds with a grin.

You recover quickly. “Who says I’m into you?”

“Oh, come on. You flirt like it’s your job.”

You take a step forward, emboldened. “And if I say yes?”

His grin softens. “Then I’m yours for the night.”

Your mouth curves. “Only the night?”

“Let’s start there,” he says. “See where it goes.”

[ilyrafe]

“I’m just a girl” “girl math” “girl driving” “girl dinner” (restrictive and unhealthy eating habits) “my brain turns off when I’m with my boyfriend” “why do I have to learn math, I’m just a girl” babe….. I’m going to be gentle when I say this….. but don’t you get tired of dumbing down girlhood and acting like all women are stupid and weak?

[ilyrafe]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[ilyrafe]

how do you think rafe would react if reader got a little self conscious or shy after sex, and tried to kinda hide from him?

cw: fluffy, shy!reader, soft!rafe, post sex, teasing, comfort

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

your breath was still shaky, lips parted, chest rising and falling in soft little waves beneath rafe as the room settled into a quiet hum. his fingers were still splayed against your waist, and he hadn’t quite moved yet. his forehead was resting gently against yours, hair falling into his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.

you blinked up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushing into a soft pink shade. and then, without a word, you turned your head to the side, your hand flying up to cover half your face. “hey,” rafe said, still breathless, his voice low and warm. “what’s this about?”

“n-nothing,” you mumbled, trying but failing to wiggle out from beneath him. “just… stop looking at me like that.” you whined. “like what?” he asked, a smile already tugging at his lips. he leaned in closer, purposely making it worse, brushing his nose along your cheek. “like i’m obsessed with you?”

“ugh,” you groaned, burying your face into the pillow. “rafe!” he chuckled, slow and amused. “what? is it illegal to admire my insanely gorgeous girlfriend after i fucked the shit out of her?”

“stop talking,” you whined again, voice muffled by the pillow. your ears were pink now too. he rolled to the side finally, just enough to give you space, but his arm never left your waist. “you’re cute when you get all shy. i didn’t expect that.”

you peeked at him through your lashes, still red-faced. “can’t handle this. too much.” he smiled then, fingers grazing your sides. to which you gave a little squeak and buried yourself deeper under the covers.

“too much?” he teased, dragging you closer, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “poor thing. should i tone it down? want me to pretend i’m not completely ruined for anyone else now?” you swatted at him weakly from under the blanket, voice high and embarrassed. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re beautiful,” he shot back, not missing a beat. “and you make this little face right after cuming all over my dick that’s gonna be stuck in my head for the rest of my life.” your hand flew out from the covers to smack him again, but he caught it easily, intertwining your fingers. but his grip was gentle.

“seriously though,” rafe said after a moment, voice softer now, “you don’t have to hide. not from me. not ever.” you didn’t say anything for a second, just laid there with your heart pounding too loud in your chest. then, slowly, you peeked out again, hair a mess, cheeks still warm.

“you mean it?” you asked quietly. “yeah,” he said, brushing his thumb along the back of your hand. “i mean everything. the way i look at you? the things i say? you’re… everything to me, y/n.”

you blinked a few times, trying not burst out into the biggest cry, and then rolled toward him with a sigh, your arms sneaking around his waist as you buried your face in his warm chest.

“you ruin me when you say stuff like that, ray” you mumbled against him. he grinned, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “good. now you know how i feel every time you smile at me.”

the two of you lay like that for a while, no pressure, no expectations. just quiet breathing, warm skin, and fingers tangled together. you still felt a little shy, but under your boyfriend’s steady hold, it didn’t feel so scary anymore.

finally, you looked up at him again, “don’t ever stop looking at me like that.” you whispered. “never could,” he said, with a wink. “trust me, you’re the only thing i want to look at for the rest of my life.”

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[ilyrafe]

when actress!reader and drew met for the first time

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── it's your first time in LA, so when your new friend madelyn cline invites you to a club in downtown LA with the rest of her obx castmates, who are you to decline.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in mid-2024 after the filming of obx 4 wrapped.

you stared at your reflection in the luxurious bathroom mirror, your makeup was light and your hair was straightened and open. yet you felt a bit like that saying 'a pig in makeup.' dressed in a sheer, white, long-sleeve top, a black lace bra underneath, clearly showing through, and black shorts paired with itno biker boots. your fingers, filled with chrome heart rings, sliver earrings of various jewellery brands covering your ears, yet your neck is still bare.

you sigh heavily, being racked with anxiety like this before going out was common for you. there was a reason you barely left your london home except for work. and now, here in LA for the first time and without mimi, your best friend who is the polar opposite of you and the only person who is capable of making you feel calm in these situations, you feel as though you are going to make a fool out of yourself. it's not like you don't want to meet madelyn and the rest of the obx cast, you really do, and you want to make a good impression which is why your anxiety feels worse than normal. the world sees you as this confident enigma, but only you experience this feeling of dread weighing down on your chest that tells you that you aren’t capable of more difficult roles, that you don’t deserve the fame and love given to you, that you aren’t hardworking or beautiful enough, that if people saw the real you, they would hate what they see. this feeling, this voice, is the reason you’re so recluse.

but before you can spiral any further your phone rings. madelyn's name lights up the screen. you pick up, clearing your throat, trying to settle the shake in your voice to hide your nervousness. "hi, maddie" you can hear the smile on her face through her response. "hi, y/n!! are you ready? i'm on the way to your hotel, i'll be there in like 10 minutes." the excitement in her voice eases your anxiety. maddie had dmed you on instagram a few months ago after seeing an interview of yours where you named outer banks as the show you watch during your free time while filming and since that moment the two of you became fast friends. so when you told her you were going to be in LA for the first time for work, she enthusiastically invited you to come hang out with her and her castmates. "yea, i'm ready, i'll come down to the lobby." you end the call and then rush around the room grabbing your bag and filling it with everything you may need, before giving your face and outfit a final check in the mirror before making your way to the lobby.

madelyn texted you that her car was parked outside the entrance when you reached the lobby and the hotel staff let you know that there was no paparazzi outside so you walked outside where madelyn’s driver had the backseat door open for you, you thanked him and hopped into the car and he walked back to the drivers seat and and started driving. madelyn’s smiling face greeted you. “hi, wow you look fucking stunning. it’s so good to finally meet you!” you gave her a bright smile in return. “thank you, you look unreal, and yes it’s so good to finally meet you too!” you gave her a tight hug. “fuck, y/n what perfume do you use, you smell amazing.” “aw, thank you! it’s the kayali vanilla one, babes.” madelyn laughed “what?” you gave her a confused laugh “ the ‘babes’ you’re so british!” you laughed and nodded “i forget that there’s terms we use that aren’t common here.”

madelyn pulled out her phone and started checking something, so you took the time to look out the window and take in LA during the night. “ok so chase is there, so is laci, madison, jd, austin and drew.” you felt your breath hitch at the mention of his name. “drew’s there?” madelyn gave you a knowing smirk. “yea, he’s coming.” you raised a brow. “what was that smirk for?” she shrugged and gave you a downward smile “you’ll see.” before you could question her further, the car came to a stop in front of the club. “we’re here, miss cline.” madelyn’s driver spoke up from his seat and then stepped out of the car coming around and opening the door for the both of you, you hopped out first and thanked him and waited while madelyn got out. she thanked him and then he drove off.

madelyn interlocked your hands together “excited?” you laughed at her excitement. “yea, let’s get a shot in me.” the atmosphere of the club was electric, the people around you were dancing and having the time of their lives. seeing everyone around you, you felt the anxiousness start to melt from your body. madelyn was looking around, trying to find her friends her hand still holding yours. “oh! i see them! let’s go!” she dragged you behind her, coming to a stop at the end of the table. everyone greeted you with bright smiles “guys! this is y/n. but you all already know that” she said in a singsong voice. “we’re all big fans of you.” she added as she turned to you. you smiled shyly with everyone’s attention on you. “hi.” you gave a little wave. your eyes immediately locked with drew’s, even sitting down he towered over everyone. you felt your breathe hitch and your limbs numb. you were suddenly pulled into hugs one by one by everyone else, you muttered greetings but it felt like an out of body experience as your eyes refused to stray from drew’s.

drew felt like he couldn’t breathe, he had spent so many months dreaming of this moment when he would finally see you in person. and all he could think was that the screen could never do justice to you. your energy, your beauty in real life was unmeasurable. “hi, i’m drew.” you smiled at him, a saccharine smile that made his heart stutter. “i know.” you took a seat next to him at the table while austin and jd went to get shots for the table “so y/n, what do you think of LA?” madison asked “it’s quite different to london.” you laughed. you were having trouble focusing as drew’s thigh kept bumping into yours. you thought about how badly you wanted him to use his size and strength against you. if he would throw you and bend you to his will, you clenched your thighs together at the thought.

jd and austin returned with the shots and everyone’s energy immediately skyrocketed. you all grabbed a shot. “let’s have a good fucking night! whoo!!” chase yelled and you all clinked your glasses and downed your drinks. everyone winced but you weren’t phased “what!! how did you not feel that!” austin yelled over the music that had somehow gotten louder. “that was straight tequila!” you shrugged with a smug smile on your face “i’m british, darling, you americans can’t keep up!” you laughed. drew beside you, had a look on his face that was somehow both impressed and turned on. “oh my god! i fucking love this song.” you exclaimed beginning to feel the alcohol travel through your system, taking with it the inhibitions that often consumed you. “dance with me?” madelyn asked and you nodded your head. she grabbed your hand but before she could drag you behind her you turned your head and mouthed to drew “watch me.”

drew’s throat felt constricted, his pants were becoming impossibly tight. you were grinding on madelyn and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you’re mesmerising and he had to have you. it felt as though time had slowed down and the two of you were the only people in the crowded club. “come on man, let’s go dance.” jd clapped drew on the shoulder. he got up and began making his way to the centre of the dance floor, his eyes still locked on you.

your eyes were closed and you were completely lost in the music when you felt madelyn whisper in your ear from behind. “drew’s walking over, don’t tell him i told you this, but he’s into you.” your eyes snapped open but before you could question her, drew was standing in front of you, towering over everyone in the club. everyone else present faded away as you took in his presence. he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “wanna dance on me like that?” you smirked, tilting your head up, slightly. “you wish.” he smirked down at you. the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night made you bold and carefree and you used it’s effects on you to the fullest. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought his hands to your waist, covering the small of your back.

drew’s head felt dizzy, you smelt so good he wanted to drag his tongue across every inch of the surface of your body. he leaned down to your neck inhaling the scent of your perfume and pheromones. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you smirked “yeah? want a taste?” drew threw his head back his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “fuck, y/n, don’t say shit like that.” you leaned up on your tippy toes so that you could whisper in his ear. “why not?” you came back down so that you could gaze back up at him, your eyes big and wide, innocent, like you weren’t thinking all the disgusting things you wanted him to do to you. “you don’t wanna fuck me, drew?”

you giggled as you unlocked the door to your hotel room, drew, hot on your heels. as soon as the door was open drew picked you up and you giggled drunkenly, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. drew’s hands came to grip on your thighs squeezing at the flesh as he devoured your lips with his, teeth and tongue clashing. you moaned into the kiss, your hands scratching at his buzzed head. drew reached out behind you and pushed the door shut. the sound of it echoing through the room but the both of you couldn’t care less. your lace panties were soaked all the way through and you could feel his cock straining through his pants, drew broke the kiss. “you feel what you do to me, baby?” you hummed in agreement already feeling fucked out even though he hadn’t even properly touched you yet “been hard from the moment i saw you walk through the door.”

“need you so bad, drew” you whined, not even caring if you sounded desperate, he was more desperate than you anyway. “yeah? need me that bad, baby? need me in that pretty little pussy?” you nodded, biting your lip “wanna be full of you.” drew groaned “fuck, you trying make cum in my pants y/n?” you giggled. drew began to make his way to the bed, with you still in his arms. he dropped you onto the plush bed and you bounced on the mattress. “are you sober enough to do this? cause i don’t want you to regret this in the morning.” you shook you head frantically. “no, i want you, i’m just tipsy, i told you i have a high tolerance.” he laughed, a low rumble that caused your core to flutter. “that you did, baby.” you spread your legs open to make room for him and he began to unzip your boots and pull off your socks before kicking off his own shoes.

drew kneeled on the edge of the bed, leaning down to attach himself to your neck, biting, licking, and sucking at the skin. your moans were breathy, almost sigh like at the feeling of his lips. his hands brushed at your waist, tugging at the hem of your sheer top. “let me see you.” he pulled it off, messing up your hair as it went over your head. he then moved to your shorts tugging them down your legs, leaving you in your matching black, lace bra and black, lace thong. “fuck, you’re unreal, i can’t believe you’re here right now.” you giggled at his words. “you’re sweet.” he chuckled and he leaned back down to kiss you. “yeah? i’m sweet, baby?” “mhmm.” you nodded as he connected your lips together again. you kissed him back with ferocity. tugging his bottom lip with your teeth, your hands stroked his covered chest, and you broke the kiss, your lips still so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “take off your clothes.”

drew groaned and his face dropped into your neck, before he stood up off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, moving to his pants unbuttoning them and then pushing them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. your mouth hung open when you saw the size of his bulge through his boxers and the wet patch forming on the material. you sat up on the bed and tugged him closer to you by the waistband of his boxers, licking his clothed bulge. “poor baby, so hard, do you need me to help you?” drew whimpered, nodding his head. “need you so bad, pretty girl.” you chuckled, “want me so bad don’t you, drew?” drew’s hips bucked in response a look of pure desperation on his pretty face, oh, you were gonna ruin him. leave him a mess so that the only person he would ever want was you.

you pushed down his boxers freeing his length. his massive cock snapped up, slapping his stomach, the red tip leaking pre cum. your mouth watered at the sight of him, he’s gorgeous. “you’re so pretty and big, drew.” drew whimpered “fuck, you gonna suck me off, gorgeous?” you hummed, your hand coming up to the base of his cock, stroking languidly. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” drew groaned, his hand curling into a fist by his side, like he was trying desperately not to force your mouth onto him. he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, you parted your lips and began leaving open mouth kisses on his tip. alternating between sucking and kissing, drew groaned from above you, his hand finally coming up to tangle in your hair, never pushing or pulling just resting. such a gentleman you thought, but you wanted him to snap, to use you.

you breathed through your nose and then took his entire length into your mouth, your nose pushing into the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock. drew let out a loud groan that reverberated through the room. “fuck! y/n!” you hummed and then swallowed around his length, your tongue still rubbing the underside of his cock, before you pulled off of him to catch your breath. but before you could resume your ministrations, drew placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. you looked up at him with a fucked out expression and he look even more fucked out than you. “i’m gonna need to prep you, so get on your back for me, baby.” you giggled excitedly, drew reached behind you and unclipped your bra with ease and practised skill before you laid down onto the soft mattress.

your hair splayed around you like a halo, your cheeks flushed with a daze in your eyes as you gazed up at drew. he leaned over you on the bed, one hand placed by your head and the other stroking your thigh. “i’m gonna take you out after this.” you raised a brow, “oh yeah? what makes you think i’m gonna say yes?” drew smirked at you, he did love a challenge. “alright, if i make you cum three times, you have to go out with me. deal?” you hummed, mulling over the proposition. “you’re on, starkey.” drew leaned down and began kissing and biting your neck, then your shoulders then finally your tits, sucking at your nipple and squeezing the other one with his large palm. “been thinking about feeling these since the moment i saw them on my tv.” he mumbled against the flesh. you could only respond in moans. “fuck, drew!”

drew continued his way down till he was face to face with your lace covered soaked core, he nuzzled his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling deeply. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you whined impatiently, bucking your hips. drew chuckled and hooked his fingers into the band of your thong, dragging it down slowly, the material clung to your centre a sticky film connecting your cunt and the fabric as he pulled it down and off your legs, dropping the fabric onto his pile of clothes on the floor. “god, you’re so wet, baby.” drew said breathlessly. “who’s got you so wet, huh? tell me.” your cheeks flushed in embarrassment “you, drew, i’m so wet, just for you.” drew hummed appreciatively “such a pretty pussy, I knew your cunt would be gorgeous, just like the rest of you.”

before you could say anything in response, drew dove into your cunt, eating you like a man starved. his tongue flicked at your clit, as he spread your lips open with his fingers baring you for him to consume. you gasped and whined, your moans coming out broken. then he sucked your clit into his mouth and his long finger prodded at your entrance. your hips bucked and your thighs squeezed at his head. but drew just held your legs open with one hand as he doubled down on his efforts, he slipped in another finger, thrusting with fervour and you thought you were seeing stars, you had never had a man eat you out like this before. it was like drew was born to live between your legs, like he was made just for you. as he sped up his movements you felt the tightening band in your stomach about to snap. “fuck! drew! shit! i’m gonna cum!” your orgasm tore through you with a rage, as you came with a shout of his name. your back arched off the bed and your legs shook around drew’s head, thighs squeezing him. your puffy clit throbbed and your slick walls pulsating around his fingers.

drew detached himself from your abused cunt, slotting himself between your spread legs, your body was still trembling. “that’s one, baby” you could only muster a whine in response as drew grabbed the base of his cock stroking a few quick times, before slapping the head of his cock against your swollen cunt. “fuck, wait, i don’t have a condom.” you shook your head. “don’t care ‘m on birth control, wanna feel you, drew.” you said, your voice full of your need for him. drew groaned his head bowing forward, as if his was in prayer. his voice conveying his all consuming desire for you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

drew smeared his pre cum all over your cunt, like he was trying to mark you as his. then he pushed the tip in, your mouth hung open as a gasp escaped your plush, swollen lips. it felt as though he was spitting you open. drew stopped as your brows furrowed and your perfect face scrunched up, mouth still open. he was right, you look exactly as how you did in your sex scene. but seeing you now, in real life, in front of him, as the cause of your pleasure, the feeling was indescribable. he knew in that moment that he lived for you. to be the source of all your joy. you shook your head “no, don’t stop, i want it to hurt, i want to be able to feel you tomorrow.” he couldn’t speak, drew swore that no woman could every make him feel like you did. he pushed all the way in bottoming out, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, pounding into your tight cunt with ardour. your moans and whines came out strangled, your face flushing.

drew’s hand trailed your thigh, grabbing the plump flesh, so tight that you knew that he would leave hand prints, his cock slammed into your walls and he looks so pretty above you, bottom lip bit under his pearly teeth, in effort to keep his groans at bay. sweat gathering at his forehead, that you wanted to lick off, pretty brows furrowed together. you were gripping him like a vice and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. he brought his thumb to your throbbing clit. rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves, you threw you head back exposing your neck as you felt your second orgasm of the night creep onto you. “shit, baby, prettiest girl in the world, fucked out on my cock. you don’t know how long i’ve been dreaming of this.” your tits bounced with each slap of his hips against yours, his heavy balls banging against your ass, the sting adding to your pleasure.

“holy fuck, drew!” your body convulses from your second climax, tight walls clenching hard around drew’s thick cock, he pulled out quickly, flipping you onto your knees as your face buried into the mattress. you panted heavily as he pushed back into you from behind. large palms gripping onto your hips. he picked up his pace right where he left it giving you no time to gather yourself. strong hips pounding against your perfect ass, one hand left your hips that he trailed down your back to your head gripping your hair, turning your head to the side so you could watch him over your shoulder. but you struggled to keep your eyes open.

drew was struggling not to cum, he was nothing if not a man of his word, so no matter how hard your velvet walls clenched around him, no matter how perfect the sight before him was, he had to see you again. so he wasn’t going to lose his chance by fucking cumming too quickly like a teenage boy. “best fucking pussy i’ve ever had.” he praised and you squealed in response, you couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, let alone words. the only thing you could think of was drew, and how he was splitting you apart on his big cock. the angle of his thrusts hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “fuck! ‘m gonna cum, baby!” you cried out and drew whimpered in relief, he was teetering on the edge and the thought of having to hold on for any longer made him feel like he was going to collapse. “yeah? gonna give me number three, baby?” you pushed your ass back into him matching his thrusts as you whined loudly. drew was hypnotised as your red cheeks bounced on his pelvis, his hand leaving its place on your hip to smack down on the plump flesh, once, twice, then three times, watching it jiggle. “fuck, please rub my clit!” drew obeyed immediately bending at hip and reaching around you so that his long fingers could rub at your pulsing clit with vehemence.

“i’m cumming!” your body shook and your eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down your eyes, you felt this wetness exploding out of you but you couldn’t focus on it, drew groaned from behind you his hips stuttering as he came with a loud moan of your name his cum pushing into your cervix. he pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of your fluids seeping out of your pussy. drew took two of his fingers and gathered the mixture and pushed it back into your sensitive cunt, you whined in response, collapsing onto your back it’s only then did you see the mess you had caused on the expensive sheets of the hotel bed. “you squirted. that’s so fucking hot.” you felt boneless, completely spent. “ever done that before?” you shook your head no “mm mm.” drew’s face was completely fucked out and you were sure you didn’t look much different. “hold on, baby, i’m gonna clean you up, ok?” you simply nodded, too tired to speak. drew walked to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, which he used to wipe between your legs and over your sensitive cunt, before chucking the cloth somewhere on the floor, then collapsing next to you on the bed.

drew gathered you into his arms tugging you close to him, his arm under your head and the other around your waist and you snuggled your face into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. your hand coming up to rest on his chest and your legs tangling with his. you have never felt so content in your life. drew spoke in a hushed tone. “so, that was three, can i take you out now?” you giggled in response “yeah, can i tell you a secret?” drew was tracing patterns on your back. “what’s that, baby?” you smiled against his skin “i was gonna say yes anyway, but i wanted to make you work for it.” drew chuckled. “you cheeky minx.” “can i tell you a secret?” you nodded “i would’ve done anything you told me to.”

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god that took me so fucking long to write but i hope it’s not disappointing. thank you for all the love on the previous parts my lovelies!!

[ilyrafe]

first kiss with nfl!rafe..

“oh–! for fucks sake, rafe, why would you even–“ you scold your boyfriend, who was leaning against the bookshelf with a cheeky grin after having just scared the soul out of you. composing yourself, you let out a sigh, calming your own erratic heart rate before you swat him with back of your text book. it hits his arm like his bicep is solid muscle. annoyingly unmoving.

stumbling back, hands up in mock surrender, and chuckling, rafe rasps out, “okay! okay! calm down!” while you continue to try and attack him with your maths book. he plucks the book out of your hand, withholding it from you and keeping you back with one hand as if you’re a feral animal trying to be tamed. “i won’t ever scare you again, sweetheart..okay?”

“in a library no less! i screamed, rafe! screamed in a really quiet place!” you hush yell, rolling your eyes when he blows out an ill-contained laugh. “it’s not funny, it’s embarrassing!”

“i’ll tell you what’s embarrassing, getting attacked by your girl in a public space for a harmless joke,” he winces, shaking his head in sympathy for himself, setting your book on the table.

“sorry,” you mumble, letting him pull you closer to him by the back of the thighs as he takes a seat on one of the chairs in a quiet corner of the library.

“it’s okay, i’m sorry too for tainting your reputation as a little book nerd,” rafe says sincerely, a grin breaking onto his face at your unamusement. “no? you didn’t like that?”

“don’t ever call me that again,” you flush, resting your hands idly on his shoulders.

“alright then..anyways i came here to give you something,” rafe leans down to his bag, flicking through the contents inside.

“of course because you’d never actually come to the library to learn,” you quip, earning a deadpan from him.

“here,” he holds your business textbook out to you. “you left it in the stands, one of the boys were gonna throw it out but i said no.”

“awh thanks,” you smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. rafe swiftly turns his head to you, catching your lips in a kiss, hand threading through your hair to keep you there for a few seconds. when he pulls back, he’s got the largest beam on his face, while your cheeks turn scarlet.

“aren’t you suppose to…i dunno, ask before you kiss a girl?” you breathe, lips tingling still, almost wanting to draw themselves back to his.

rafe huffs, thumb swiping your cheek. “alright, can i kiss you sweetcheeks?”

“again, you mean,” you correct, still slightly dazed, eyes stuck on his lips, on yours just a moment again. it’s not like you’d never kissed a boy before, you’d just never kissed rafe. and that, you learnt, was an entirely new experience. much better, too.

“yeah, again, forever, same thing,” he shrugs, chuckling when you become even more flustered, eyes widening momentarily. he simply shakes his head, pulling you back in. his know it all girlfriend, now rendered clueless for his lips. so it seemed if textbooks would be your weapon of choice, kisses would be his.

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(yap: i haven’t written for this baby in soooo long)