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missionary because his face is handsome 😻

this man is fucking beautiful… 😩 (totally dealer!rafe vibes)

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his fucking arm 😭

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its giving rafe cameron

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I LITERALLY CANT DO THIS ANYMORE😩

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SCRATCH THEM💀💀

life360 is soooo rafe coded

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Imagine if Rafe let R try a joint

Like, her brains getting all fuzzy and she's even more giggly than usual, and he's just, like enamoured. He thinks she's adorable.

"one hit, that's it-" rafe says, low and quiet in your ear.

you're curled up on his lap at the party, both of you resting on the couch while you observe the scene around you with big eyes. rafe's friends were snorting powder off of mirrors, washing it down with liquor that was definitely harder than the fruity seltzer your boyfriend allowed you to drink. rafe said you couldn't handle anything harder, and you agreed without questioning him, like you always did.

you had pointed to the white lines on the table infront of you and asked him as sweetly as you could if you could try some. kelce overheard you and starts pushing the mirror in your direction, and you look at him with a smile, before rafe stares him down and delivers a tap to your cheek. it's just to get your attention, not really to hurt you, but you feel your face flushing where he touched you when he speaks.

"hey, you don't listen to him, you listen to me, right?" you see kelce in the corner of your eye, taking the tray back and offering it to the girl next to him.

"i know, i just-"

"no, no just anything. y'can barely drink this watered-down crap without trippin' over your feet." he rests back on the sofa, hands gripping your waist and leg tightly. "wants to snort coke. you're funny, kid."

you pout, taking another sip of your drink. you're only half way through the can but your head is starting to feel fuzzy, already. you decide then and there that rafe always knows best for you, but you still want to try the things he tries, show him that you can handle it. the boys next to rafe pass a blunt over you, directly to him. when they blow out the smoke, you start coughing, but watch carefully as your boyfriend takes a long hit. just as he's about to pass it across to kelce, you catch his wrist.

"can i try that instead? please?" you try your best to straighten up, to show him you can take it and that you're not already drunk. "please," you whine, and his friends turn their head to look. you're sure that they think it's silly, the way you have to ask rafe for permission for everything and anything. you don't care, though.

"kid, stop-"

"i can take it, promise. just this time. i won't ever ask again."

that's how you had ended up like this, rafe talking into your ear while he holds the blunt to your lips.

"alright, suck in. long as you can. you're a pro at that, aren't ya?" his words make you lose your concentration, breaking into a coughing fit before you can even try to inhale.

"rafe!" you whine again, pummeling your fists into his chest, still choking on the smoke. your throat feels scratchy but you know that couldn't have been enough.

"what, kid, i gotta do everything for you?" he takes a long hit, and then grips your cheeks with his hand, forcing your mouth open and then blowing the smoke into your throat for you. then he clamps it shut, holds your shoulder while you cough, and passes the blunt along to kelce.

you cough a little, but before long, you're putty in his arms, leaning your head against his shoulder and giggling at nothing. you poke at his chest and then start playing with his chain, then his hair, and then back down to his fingers. he lets you do it, watching you play with his ring and pressing a kiss to your forehead. you're cute like this, he thinks, less shy and not as worried what everyone must think about you. he thinks he likes it, that maybe he should let you smoke with him every once in a while.

"feel good, baby?" he asks in your ear, and you squirm in his touch, pulling away before resting your head again.

"mhm. really good. this is fun. wish it wasn't a crime." he laughs, taking another sip of his beer. you try to copy him, reaching for your seltzer but knocking it over by accident.

"oops," you say with another laugh. "sorry to-wait, whose house is this?"

"c'mon kid, makin' a mess," he groans, picking up the can and watching the fizzy liquid travel.

"sorry, daddy." in your state, you don't realize how loud you said it, but even with everyone's eyes on you, you don't care much, smiling back sweetly at rafe.

"alright, we're leavin'."

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Imagine best friend!JJ being in the middle of jacking off to photos of you when you call him. His cock hard and leaking pre-cum, imagining it was you wrapped around his cock instead of his hand when the phone rings. He shouldn’t pick it up, it would be disgusting, perverted, even; but he does. He can never resist you.

“H-hey!” He chokes out.

“Hey Jay,”

Fuck. Your voice is perfect, he thinks.

“Um, what’s up?“ he stutters as he continues to glide his hand over his cock, tugging at it harsher than before.

“I was just calling to let you know we’ll be down at the boneyard later.“

“Oh, yeah? A party?“ he asks, trying to keep his composure.

“Mhm, and no kooks allowed!“ you laugh, “I was hoping you would wanna come?“

Yes, he wanted to come. On your stomach, in your mouth, inside your pussy.

Hearing you say the word nearly sent him over the edge, a sheen veil of sweat on his forehead. For a moment he was unable to respond, too focused on his orgasm. He just needed you to talk to him some more with that sweet voice of yours.

“Well, JJ? Are you coming?“

That was all he needed.

“Fuck yes!“ he practically moaned into the phone at you as he pumped his cock a few more times, squeezing at the tip, spilling himself into his hand.

“Sheesh, Jay,“ you laugh at his enthusiasm, oblivious to the situation. God, you were so innocent

“Well, I’m glad to know you’re excited, I am too! I’ll see you there, then! Bye!“

JJ let’s out a deep breath, “Yeah! See you there, bye!“

He was so fucked.

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jj maybank is the type of boyfriend to play with your panty line whenever he’s bored, hooking his fingers around the band, and twirling it around his finger, then tugging and pulling on it before letting it go and snap back against your skin, then smirking whenever you turn back to scold him for it. ⋆˙⟡

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sweet rafe x mean gf pt 3

i love this lil series bc it’s so self indulgent bc she’s literally me …. also i love sweet rafe & refuse to acknowledge all the bad he’s done thanks

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rafe cameron texts

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rafe cameron texts

when he does things without asking :)

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its giving big dick energy

pinterest = outerbanksworld

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oh gosh

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HIS ARMSS😩

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hes soo bf, looking at him taking photos of carlacia😭

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ugh he soo bf

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dark!frat!rafe thoughtssss?! ☠️