#Rafe Cameron blurb

[cameronsbabydoll]

You don’t expect much when you say it. It’s just a dumb joke, a throwaway comment you saw other girls say to their boyfriends. You barely even look up from your phone when you mumble it.

"I can’t pay the mortgage this month."

Silence.

Then, the weight of Rafe’s stare sinks into you before you even lift your head.

He’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line. His blue eyes darken with something unreadable, something dangerous.

"What?" His voice is low, measured, but there’s an edge to it.

You swallow, suddenly aware of how stupid this was. It’s just a TikTok trend, Rafe, relax. But the words don’t make it to your lips, because Rafe’s already pushing his chair back, already reaching for his phone, already doing what he always does—fixing things.

"How much?" He asks, and it’s not really a question. It’s a demand.

You blink. "What?"

His jaw ticks. "How much do you need? And why the hell do you even know what the mortgage is?"

Oh shit.

You rush to correct yourself, shaking your head. "No, Rafe, I was just—"

"Just what?" His voice drops, and suddenly he’s right in front of you, tilting your chin up to meet his sharp gaze. "Just struggling? Just hiding it from me?"

You bite your lip. This was supposed to be funny. This was not supposed to turn into some alpha-male meltdown.

"Rafe," you start gently, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. "It’s a joke."

Rafe freezes. Stares at you like you just spoke a foreign language. Then he exhales sharply, shaking his head with a bitter chuckle. "That’s not funny."

He’s still tense, still holding your face like he’s trying to read your mind, trying to make sure you’re not lying to him.

"Don’t say shit like that," he mutters, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his fingers slipping under your jaw. "That’s not your problem. That’s mine."

And just like that, he’s already over it, already distracted by your mouth, already pressing you back into the couch like he needs to remind you that you're his, that he’ll always take care of you.

You make a mental note to never try another TikTok prank on him again.

[whytheylosttheirminds]

isn't she lovely?

your ex-boyfriend, crimeboss!Rafe wanted nothing to do with the daughter you'd made together, until he held her for the first time...

blurb, wc 626

content: pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of dark past, angst

ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ּ 𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ּ 𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ

You didn’t want to tell him. 

You thought of every reason not to - the con side of your pro/con list filling an entire notebook. The one and only pro of telling him was this: if you didn’t tell him, and he somehow found out anyway, he’d make your life hell. 

At least if he knew, you knew that he knew. So against the better judgement screaming in your head, you went to Tannyhill one day, sat on his bed and pulled out the positive pregnancy test.

That was nine months ago, and aside from a note from his sleezy lawyer making it clear that Rafe was not going to be held financially responsible, you hadn’t heard anything from the father of your child. You had a friend who worked at the airstrip who kept you informed of his coming and going, and you always wondered if one day that private jet would take off with him in it and never return. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hope it’d do just that. 

According to your friend, he was in Bangkok the night you went into labor. After fourteen hours of the deepest, lonliest pain you had ever experienced, the doctor placed your screaming baby girl on your chest. You cried with her, shushing her, promising her it’s just you and me, kid. We’re gonna be okay.

No text from your friend usually meant the Cameron jet hadn’t returned yet, but you still insisted on keeping your baby girl in the hospital room with you instead of letting them take her to the nursery. Rafe Cameron was the most unpredictable person you ever met, and though he never let you know exactly what it was he did, you knew he was dangerous. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to get what he wanted. You weren’t letting your baby girl out of your sight.

It took every ounce of strength you had to fight off sleep, despite the nurse’s insistence that you needed to rest. She couldn’t possibly understand, you hadn’t had a moment of peace since that man entered your life, and you probably never would again. 

It was just five minutes, you were only going to close your eyes for five minutes. But when you woke an hour later, the silhouette of a man towering in the corner of the room made you shoot straight up in terror. You were about to scream, but before you could, he turned quickly towards you with his finger to his lip, revealing your sleeping daughter in his arms.

“Rafe,” you whispered, petrified. “I didn’t think you were…I mean I would’ve…”

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, gently sitting in the chair next to your bed, careful not to stir the tiny infant in his arms. “You can go back to sleep, I’ve got her.”

Just as you were about to protest, your daughter stirred, squawking as though she was about to cry. Instead, her little hand reached out of her swaddle and wrapped around Rafe’s forefinger. You waited with baited breath to see how he’d respond. 

For just a moment, his eyes widened, and his large broad shoulders softened, and the corner of his lips twitched ever-so-slightly. And then suddenly he was handing her to you, standing abruptly from his chair. She wailed as he stormed toward the door.

“That’s it?” You called to him over her cries, confused at the sudden shift in his mannerisms.

“I have to take care of some…things,” he turned to look at his daughter in your arms, her little fingers reaching for something to hold onto. “I’ll be back.”

You didn’t know it then, but that was the moment that your daughter, whom you’d gotten to hold for only a handful of hours, became his.

ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ּ 𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ּ 𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ

a/n: just a little drabble I wrote over a year ago when I was trying to get my footing as a fic writer. part of my one year cele!

[rafeysbunny]

rafe fucking maybank!reader

being with rafe cameron is a mistake —one you keep making over and over again, despite knowing better. you both fight, you push him away, you tell yourself you’re done with him… and yet, every time, you come crawling right back. and rafe? he fucking lives for it.

he’s mean, rough, possessive. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s trying to break you. and in some way, maybe he is, because nothing in this world gets him harder than seeing jj maybank’s precious little sister falling apart beneath him, whimpering and completely soaked for the one guy she shouldn’t want.

he loves making you beg, loves reminding you who owns you, and no matter how much you fight it, no matter how wrong it is, you love it too.

his truck smells like sweat and sex, the windows fogged up as rafe pounds your sloppy cunt from behind like he owns it. one of his hands is in your pretty head, pushing it down onto the leather seat to make you arch your back for him, while the other is holding your wrists bruisingly tight at the bottom of your spine —yanking you back onto him, forcing you to take his cock deeper.

"god, you’re such a fuckin' mess," rafe groans, relishing in the way you’re dripping down his dick from all the times he's made you cum already, ruining his seats. "soakin' me like a desperate little whore."

he’s so mean, spitting filth that makes your insides tighten, your walls clench around him harder. every cruel word that falls from his lips has you growing wetter, despite the shame churning in your stomach. and he swears he could cum just from the way your greedy pussy is squeezing him, like it doesn't want to let go.

"this what you wanted, huh? my dumb little slut needed to get fucked stupid?" he mocks, lips curling into a dark smirk when he hears you moan in response.

every time his hips snap forward, he hits so deep you swear you might break, the fat tip of his cock almost brushing your cervix and making you literally shudder beneath him.

"rafe–" you whimper, big tears running down your flushed cheeks.

"fuck, baby, you cryin' f'me?" he groans, wiping those tears away, "god, you look damn beautiful when you cry."

but you cannot say anything in response, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head as he keeps bullying your g-spot, and that makes him chuckle, large hand fisting your soft hair to yank you back against his hard chest, which causes your scalp to sting.

"so fuckin' pathetic, aren’t ya'? can’t even think, can’t do anything but let me use you," he whispers in your ear, his voice teasing —petty.

his other hand slips between your thighs, rubbing slow circles that have you crying out from how good it feels, little clit throbbing under his rough finger pads.

"look at you. so fuckin' sensitive..." he purrs, and he sounds really fucking pleased with himself for what he's doing to you. "gonna cum again f'me, princess?”

you try to shake your head no in response, try to beg for a break and squirm away from him —overstimulated, but rafe doesn't let you, gripping your throat to keep you in place.

"yeah, you fuckin' will." you can almost hear the smug smirk in his words.

you cry out, overwhelmed, but you don’t tell him to stop because you don't really want him to. your lewd moans break into something closer to sobs, and your fingers clutch desperately at the leather seats while he thrusts into your poor, sensitive cunt, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.

and when you finally fall over the edge, pleasure crashes over you so violently that it knocks the air from your lungs and makes your whole body tremble like a leaf while you scream against the seat, leaving you nothing but a shaking, incoherent mess beneath him.

rafe is right after you. he cums hard, dick twitching inside your hot, spasming cunt, which is fucking strangling him —the feeling so good that it has him trembling as he curses and moans out loud. wanting to draw out the pleasure all he can, he keeps fucking you through it, thrusts uneven and sloppy, until he's collapsing on top of you, completely spent.

for a moment, all you can do is lie there, face pressed against the leather seat, body still twitching with the aftershocks and mind fully blank. rafe doesn’t move right away either, his weight heavy on top of you, one hand smoothing over your back in slow, lazy strokes.

then, he pulls back, withdrawing his softening cock from your pussy with a grunt. he slaps your ass gently, watching with pure satisfaction in his blue eyes how his cum oozes out of you, and you can't help the little moan that follows.

“god, you look so fuckin' pretty like this. all used up. just f'me...” his fingers would definitely fuck his cum back inside you, not giving a shit that you're squirming and whining from overstimulation. "my good fuckin' girl."

more.

[rotapathetic]

⧼⠀𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 ┆𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𖥟

awkward flusteredness ะ mild creep behavior ะ worried inner monologue ะ pathetic.ᐟrafe introduction ะ

your friend shoved your arm for the third time, you rolling your eyes, turning to look at her, “would you stop?” your friend only chuckled in return, “did you hear me? look at him, is he asleep? in public?” she laughed.

you scrunched your brows, looking to where her eyes were focused. the boy did look to be asleep. hunched over, head low. but you saw the fidgeting of his fingers on the table top. why was he alone?

“you should go talk to him. bet he’s fun to chat with,” your friend joked. you looked over to her, upset, “you’re seriously rude. i’m going over and i’m not coming back,” you stood from your chair, making your away across the floor to where the guy sat.

you twiddled your fingers, not knowing what to say since he didn’t notice you yet. you let out a little, “ahem,” his head snapping up at the sound. gosh, he was cute. why hide that face? the boy startled, staring at you for a few seconds, before looking behind you. you furrowed a brow. was he looking for someone who was recording the interaction?

you ignored the thought, instead greeting him, “hi. it’s probably weird to say i was watching you, but i saw you hunched and wanted to say that’s probably uncomfortable and ask if you wanted someone to talk to?”

he was a quiet one. he fiddled with the sleeves of his long sleeve, rubbing the back of his neck. he placed his hands back on the table when he thought that was a weird thing to do with his hands. he made fists then un scrunched them, lying his palms flat on the table, all while staring ahead at nothing. to you, this was all happening in silence. to him, his brain was so loud, he would be surprised you couldn’t hear.

pretty girl. don’t do that with your hands. ask her if she wants to sit. why would she sit with me? i don’t think it’s a joke. she’s really pretty. does she have a boyfriend? where is he?

“or not . . sorry, i’ll go . . ” you were a step away when rafe spoke up, “please don’t,” and it was enough to make you quickly turn back around, not wanting to leave him either, “i mean . . you can sit if you want.”

her outfit is really pretty. is that her favorite color? what else does she like? does she like the way i look? does she want me to change anything?

rafe ran a hand over his head at the thought. you introduced yourself, asking for his name. when he spoke too low, you asked him to repeat it, “rafe,” he said a little louder, sliding lower in his seat when he thought he was too loud. you slightly smiled, “rafe . . i like that name. are you here with anyone, rafe?”

what he wouldn’t do to hear you say his name over and over. how could he get you to stay so you can keep saying it? he was too busy thinking to respond to your question, quickly remembering you asked something, “um . . no. i was supposed to meet with someone, but it’s been an hour and i thought maybe they’ll still show up, and i probably shouldn’t be saying this, that’s super embarrassing,” he dropped his head, burying his head in his hands.

you frowned, “only super embarrassing for whoever that person is. they’re missing out on getting to know a great guy. a pretty cute guy . . ” rafe was great at hiding his emotions, but they flared up wildly inside of him at the compliment.

you thought he was cute, that meant you liked him, right? did you want him to be your boyfriend? he should compliment you back. how pretty your guys’ eye colors are together, which is a sign to a pretty couple. how incomparable you look to the moon shining behind you. how pretty you would look chained to his side so you wouldn’t leave.

he was silent the entire time while thinking, finally remembering to respond, blurting out a response, “you’re pretty too,” you smiled shyly, “thanks . . so i guess it would also be pretty cool to get your number, maybe?” you felt awkward too, but not as much as rafe.

he quickly pulled out his phone, handing you the device. it was a older model, something you haven’t seen in a few years. you smiled at how him it was, entering your number, “okay. i’m heading home now . . i’ll text you later,” you waved timidly, leaving the table, not before turning to look back once more. rafe was still staring intensely at you.

you didn’t need to know rafe quickly went to his place after you, gripping his phone on the way back, then waiting patiently in his room by his phone for your text.

[hearts4hughes]

ST. PADDY’S DAY

older!rafe x bratty!college!reader

a/n: guess who’s single for st. patrick’s day? me…! at least i can go to parties without my ex throwing a hissy fit!

warnings: sexual innuendos towards the end

you swiped your gloss across your plump lips, pursing them before shutting your handheld mirror with a click. you stood clad in a pleated, denim mini-skirt, a v-neck baby tee that showed off your cleavage, and knee-high boots. green glitter danced on your rosy cheeks and a water-jug filled with liquor sat to your left.

today was st. patrick’s day…aka one of the few days that it was acceptable to day drink on a monday and change out your pink clothes for green.

you squealed, grabbing the attention of rafe who lay atop your bed. “how do i look?” you smiled sweetly.

his lips parted and jaw hung agape as his eyes dragged up and down your figure. he clenched his jaw. “and where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

you rolled your eyes, grabbing your jug of liquor before turning to face him fully. “the st. paddy’s party, duh.”

rafe sat up, elbows resting on his knees as he dragged a hand down his face. “jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. his gaze snapped back to you, dark and unwavering. “yeah, no. not happening.”

your brows shot up. “excuse me?”

“you heard me.” he stood, crossing the room in a few slow, deliberate strides until he was right in front of you, towering over you, jaw tight. “you’re not going out looking like that.”

you scoffed, stepping back slightly, but he followed, his fingers grazing the hem of your tiny skirt before his hand landed heavily on your hip. “it’s just a skirt, rafe.”

his fingers tightened, just a little. “it’s barely a skirt.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you huffed, placing a hand on his chest, but it didn’t budge him.

he tilted his head, gaze flicking down to your lips, then lower, to the way your shirt clung to you, to the glitter catching the light on your cheeks. his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, but his expression hardened as his grip tightened just enough to make you squirm. “you know that. i know that. but every drunk frat boy at that party?” his voice dropped, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh. “they’re gonna see you in this and think you’re asking for their attention.”

you swallowed, your heart hammering against your ribs. “so what? you don’t trust me?”

his brows furrowed, eyes narrowing like he couldn’t believe you just said that. “don’t do that. don’t be a brat,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “you know this isn’t about that.”

you blinked up at him, waiting.

he exhaled sharply, tilting his head down so his lips ghosted over your ear. “i should be the only one looking at you like this,” he murmured. “touching you like this.” his fingers inched under your skirt, teasing the bare skin of your hip. “but you go out there in this tiny fucking outfit, and i have to sit back while guys drool over what’s mine?”

heat licked up your spine. you should be annoyed, furious, even, but the way his voice got low and possessive sent a different kind of thrill through you.

still, you weren’t going to let him win that easily.

you tilted your chin up, pushing onto your toes just enough to let your lips brush against his. “so, what are you gonna do about it?”

his eyes darkened, his grip tightening as he backed you up against the wall.

his hands were on you in an instant, rough and sure, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed you back against the wall. his chest was firm against yours, body heat swallowing you whole as he dipped his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw.

“you think this is funny?” he muttered, voice low, dangerous.

you swallowed hard, pulse hammering. “i think you’re overreacting.”

he huffed out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. his fingers trailed up your thigh, slow and deliberate, pushing the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “nah,” he said, voice thick with something possessive, something dangerous. “i think you like pushing me.”

your breath hitched when his teeth scraped against your pulse point, lips hot as they trailed down the column of your throat. “you wear this tiny fucking skirt, this little shirt that barely covers anything—” his fingers brushed the curve of your ass, making you jolt against him, “—and you expect me to just let you walk out there and let every guy with a pulse stare at what’s mine?”

“rafe—”

his mouth slanted over yours, cutting off whatever argument you were about to make. the kiss was rough, all tongue and teeth, like he was staking his claim right then and there. he tasted like cigarettes and something addictive, something him, and it made your knees weak, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt to keep yourself steady.

“you’re not going anywhere,” he muttered against your lips, hands gripping your waist like he’d make damn sure of it.

“and if i say no?” you teased, but your voice was breathy, uneven.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and smoldering. “then i’ll just have to make you forget why you wanted to go in the first place.” he pressed himself against you. his bulge pressed angrily against your bare legs.

your stomach flipped, heat pooling between your thighs.

you had a feeling you weren’t making it to that party.

[lazysoulwriter]

it's like sauna! - rafe cameron.

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It was one of those days when you just needed to unwind. The bathroom was filled with steam as the hot water poured down, the steam mixing with the faint scent of your favorite shower gel. You were halfway through your shower when you heard the front door open. Rafe must have come home.

You didn’t think he’d notice you, but as the door creaked open, you heard the unmistakable sound of his footsteps approaching.

“Baby?” he called out, his voice deep and laced with that teasing tone you loved.

You smiled to yourself, and without missing a beat, called back, “Rafe, come join me.”

He was quiet for a moment, and then you heard the distinct sound of him smirking. “You sure about that?” He sounded far too confident, like he already had an idea of what was about to happen.

A few seconds later, you heard the door swing open and the soft padding of his feet as he approached the shower.

When he stepped inside, he let out an exaggerated gasp. “What the hell?! This is like a sauna!”

You laughed, poking your head out from behind the glass, water dripping down your face. “It’s not that bad,” you shrugged, “I’ve always taken my showers this hot.”

Rafe, still looking like he was about to melt from the heat, raised his eyebrows. “No way. You’re insane.”

He tried to back away, but you reached for him, pulling him closer. “Come on, don’t be a baby,” you teased, dragging him into the water.

He hesitated, eyes wide as the hot water splashed against him, and then—just as he stepped fully into the stream—he let out a loud yelp. “Fuck, it’s like lava!”

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his dramatic reaction. He turned to you, face flushed but now more amused than annoyed. “You’re trying to cook me alive!”

“I’m used to it, Rafe,” you said with a playful smirk, “Guess you’ll have to get used to it too.”

Still shaking his head, he grumbled, “Fine. But this is getting turned down.”

“Come on!” you protested, “I’m fine! You’re just being a baby.”

But Rafe wasn’t having it. He reached for the dial, cranking it down to a more reasonable temperature. You groaned in disappointment, but he just smirked at you. “Better.”

The water now wasn’t so scalding, but you were too distracted by his presence to care much about the temperature anymore. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned in, his lips crashing into yours.

The soft water ran down both your bodies, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but him—his lips, his touch, and the warmth between you both.

As he kissed you, you felt the heat of the water only add to the chemistry between you. It wasn't just the steam in the bathroom making things feel so hot anymore.

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[shellxrls]

MDNI | 18+ content

rafe likes to be full, aching weight trapping him towards the ground so he can flail and kick yet accept defeat and leak into the mattress knowing this is what he really wants. even if it means you have to force his coaxing open on your strap.

the first stretch is always the best, the way he arches and exhales in a punched-out gasp, air deflating out of him until his ribs are poking through his stomach and you can almost swear you can feel him clenching.

everything always like that with rafe, intense, it gave you a sense of phantom strap like you could actually feel him sucking you in.

“you like that princess?”

a sentence and he's already a mess, pleading at you to go faster and digging his nails into your forearms, careless about his desire just as you’d be when you finally start thrusting, hooking a leg over your shoulder and forcing him to spread open for you.

he can only bring himself to respond in a drawn out groan, eyes glossy in the same way they’d go during a good high, tangible consciousness retreating to the back of his brain while you used his body like he's insentient, raking sharp nails down his muscled chest to hopefully reel him back in.

“still with me baby?” he doesn’t respond, and so you slow inside of him, exploiting the change of pace as a signpost. “rafe i need to know.”

you grab at his jaw for this, smushing his cheeks together and forcing his rolling pupils to stabilise on yours. “‘m here,” he slurs, albeit belligerently.

“uh huhh,” you shake his head a little, dragging out the consonant while you do so, patronising in a way that would’ve usually had his palm meeting your cheek. it was fun to have him like this, like his brain was made of putty and was melting out of him with every thrust — creaming around your dick or forced out of his eyes in mournful tears.

recognising your intention, he lethargically swats away the hand you have cupped around his face, feeding you an excuse to thrust into him particularly harshly, his entire body jerking upwards with the force.

“you wanna cry and wet like a girl i’m gonna fuck you like one rafe.”

just as blue in the face as his balls, the words make him scrunch his features and spurt out over his chest, hard — clings to his sweaty abdomen in a leaky pool like lichen the way it expresses his lust.

you have to swallow your pride at the dried tear stains below his waterline, instead sweeping fingers into the spatter of cum on his stomach, “c’mon open up,” and forcing him to gag on them to calm down — suckling like the developmentally stunted individual he is and placating him calm like your fingers are his pacifier.

[urcoolgf]

YES IT IS BLURB

¡ sexual content !

was listening to ‘yes it is’ by leon thomas, and rafe is definitely the type to say it’s his n make you say it, too. he’s just such a leon thomas listener, so desperate for you

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✭ you’re not the type to give in easy, so when rafe asks who your pussy belongs to, you don’t wanna give him the satisfaction, so he found the next best thing…

“is it mine?”

“yes, it is.”

he’d ask it multiple times, wanting to hear it over n over. you’re crying from the overstimulation n he just keeps asking ‘til that’s all you can say, a moaning mess– hoping you’ll say it enough to appease him.

“‘s it mine?”

“is it mine, y/n?” punctuated by his harsh thrusts.

“yes! yes, it is!”

✭ you’re too proud to say you belong to him– even though you both know it, so the only satisfaction you give him is “yes it is”, and he absolutely THRIVES off of it.

rafe has never been able to read your mind, but he can read your body better than his own. sometimes, when he had you on the edge he’d say “who’s pussy is this?” wanting to hear his name fall from your lips, to no avail. you refused to give him that… no matter how bad you wanted to cum.

✭ you hated rafe when you first met him, which only spurred rafe on even more. that’s why he always wanted to hear your pretty, fucked-out voice say it was his– even if it wasn’t exactly in the way he hoped. he’d get it out of you one of these days…

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[cameronsbabydoll]

TOO SWEET — ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

You don’t realize how ridiculous you look, how absurdly sweet—sitting on Rafe’s lap with your little ruffled skirt fanned out over his thighs, stockings stretched tight over your legs as you swing your feet back and forth. Your fingers toy with the ends of your pastel pink ribbons, lips pursed in a pout as you huff softly.

“I just don’t get it,” you whine, voice soft and sugary, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t he chase after her? He said he loved her.”

Rafe doesn’t even glance at the TV, at the rom-com playing in front of you. He’s too focused on you, your doe-eyed distress over a fictional couple. His palm is heavy on your hip, fingers toying with the hem of your frilly top, tracing absentminded circles over the soft fabric.

“‘Cause guys aren’t like that, bunny,” he murmurs, voice low, distracted. “They don’t always do the right thing.”

You blink up at him, wide-eyed, lashes fluttering. “But you would, right?”

His lips twitch. You don’t even realize what you’re asking. How easy you make it for him.

You stare at him with those big, glossy eyes, sucking on the straw of your strawberry milkshake like you have no idea how deeply you affect him. Like you don’t realize how helplessly soft you are in his hands, how utterly incapable of protecting yourself from anything—especially from him.

“‘Course I would,” he lies, dragging his thumb across the sticky curve of your lower lip, swiping up the last trace of strawberry sweetness. He watches the way your lips part instinctively, a quiet gasp catching in your throat, and he nearly groans.

“I’d never let you out of my sight, sweetheart.”

You hum happily, leaning forward to nuzzle your face into his chest, your small hands clutching at his hoodie like you need to be even closer, like you belong there.

And you do, don’t you? You just don’t know it yet.

“Good,” you mumble, lashes fluttering against his collarbone, oblivious to the way his grip tightens on your hip. “You’re my favorite person, Rafe.”

His jaw clenches, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head, holding you there against him. The scent of your strawberry-sweet shampoo clings to you, to the air between you, to the moment itself.

You don’t even notice the way he exhales slowly, like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something he shouldn’t.

Because you don’t understand. Not really.

But that’s okay. You don’t have to.

Rafe will make sure of that.

[simpforboys]

frat!perv!manipulative!rafe who’s obsessed with topper’s dumb gf…

(warnings: shameless groping, dry humping, reader is innocent and ditsy, cheating (?))

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Sweet Jesus, no way you were actually that dumb?

When Rafe walked into the dorm he shared with Topper at the Sigma Alpha Phi fraternity house, he wasn’t too shocked to see you. After all, you were with his best friend.

“Hiya, Rafey.” You sweetly called out to him, lying on your stomach and mindlessly kicking your feet behind you while you scrolled on Instagram.

“Mhm, hey, pretty girl. Whaddya doin’ here alone? Top ditch you?” Rafe questioned, throwing his backpack down on his side of the room.

“He’s in the bathroom.” You murmur, eyes still glued to your phone as a funny meme came up, and you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

Rafe hummed in response, a small smirk curling onto his lips as he took in your outfit. A mini denim skirt, babydoll shirt, and… white lace panties.

Rafe knew you weren’t the smartest or most aware girl in the world, but your sweet and bubbly personality made up for the lack of it. And he can’t say he minded, really. Not when he always got to see peeks up those little skirts you wore or your bra every now and then.

“Sweetness, y’know your panties are hangin’ out, yeah?” Rafe scoffed, walking the five feet over to your boyfriend’s bed.

His large hands moved to grip your soft cheeks, pulling them apart to see the white piece of fabric barely covering your cunt.

You peered over your shoulder, seeing Rafe squeezing and touching your butt. It wasn’t anything new, Rafe always touched you like that when Topper was gone. But you were okay with it, because he always assured you that he was just looking out for you as his best friend’s girlfriend.

“‘m sorry, Rae. Didn’t realize.” You mumbled, before turning back to scroll on your phone, genuinely believing Rafe was fixing your skirt for you.

He climbs up onto the lifted bed, knees on either sides of your hips. “This skirt s’so damn frustratin’… doesn’t wanna come down this pretty ass.”

“Fix it, Rae.” You huffed, adding another post to your close friends story.

Rafe rolled his eyes. Damn brat. But his cock was painfully hard against his shorts, and he knew Topper took forever in the bathroom. “Yeah, baby, ‘m fixin’ it.”

So, his hands lifted your hips a bit, presenting more of your (barely) clothed cunt and ass to him. He pressed his erection against it, grinding slowly at first.

You just kept scrolling, unaware Rafe was dry humping you shamelessly on your boyfriend’s bed — because he was fixing your skirt.

He had to bite down on his lip to keep a moan from leaving the back of his throat. Your pussy was so fucking warm against his bulge, the lace revealing most of it.

And every day Rafe hates himself for not getting with you before Topper did. But, some sick part of him also liked the thrill of doing this on his best friend’s bed, with your ditsy brain.

The adrenaline coursing through him was enough to make him throw his head back a little, sculpted hips moving a bit quicker as he let out a strangled whimper.

His bulge directly hit your clothed clit, making you gasp out. “R-Rafey, are you fixin’ it?”

“Yeah, sweetness. Jus’ hold still f’me…”

He grunted, hands digging into your hips. The sound of your gasp and the delicious — yet not enough, friction felt made his hips stutter, eyes squeeze shut, a small moan leaving him as he cums in his shorts.

He pants a little before he snaps out of it, and reluctantly pulls your skirt down to cover most of your ass. The tall boy then climbs off the bed, looking down at you, still giggling at some meme.

And then Topper finally came in, bidding his friend a “hey”, unaware that his roommate just dry humped his girlfriend.

[inspiredangel]

‎ SLEEPY KISSES

summary: rafe is extra clingy when he’s half asleep, and he loves to shower you with kisses before going to bed.

he was always so clingy when he was sleepy. his half asleep state was the most adorable thing you´ve ever seen.

he climbed into bed with you, with a soft grunt. his cheek squishing against the pillow, as he stared at you with those sleepy beautiful blue eyes, admiring you silently. "You going to sleep?" you asked, looking down at him, your fingers reaching over and giving his head a soft little massage.

a small hum left his lips as he felt your fingers "yeah." he mumbled, his voice a silent whisper, you let out a small giggle "Goodnight, baby." you said in a loving voice. he frowned "i gotta give you goodnight kisses though." he stated as he propped himself up on his elbows

"you can barely keep your eyes open," you teased, his pout deepened.

He shook his head "don´t matter, baby." he mumbled, his face was just inches from yours.

Before you could respond, his lips found yours in the softest, sweetest kiss. It was slow and lazy, just like him in that moment, warm and full of affection. He pulled back only slightly, his blue eyes fluttering half-open again as he whispered, “Goodnight kiss number one.” he smiled lazily

His lips moving across your cheek, pressing soft kisses all around your face.

he kissed you again, this time a little longer, with his fingers lazily grazing your arm. “goodnight kiss number two.” you chuckled "how many more?" you smiled, as his lips moved over to press more kisses all over your face

"one more." his voice quiet and lazy. He kissed you again, this time more passionate, and longer than the others. "goodnight kiss number three." he smiled against your lips, as he pulled away, and shut his eyes.

he’d already collapsed halfway onto you, his head resting against your chest, his breathing slowing.

His stubbornness gave way to sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile as you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair, whispering, “goodnight, rafe.”

‎‎ ‎‎ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐛𝐞𝐚

𝐚/𝐧 — my shayla :(( i apolgoize for any misspells or bad grammar, english is not my first language.

@marrykisskilled @chrislilcumslvt @sosasturns @cyberskulzzz @slut4chris888 @waitforyrlove @sturnioloangell @slctsblogana @anyaa2s @emely9274 @shadowthesim @frankoceanfanpage @mrsarnold @freshloveee @t0riiiis @jetaimevous @sturn777 @sturniologirlzz @venusbabysblog @ch6rm @sturniolossss @mattsbrowser @sturnlsstuff @chrissweetheart @lizzyzzn @sophand4n4

[rotapathetic]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 ┆𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ꫂ ၴႅၴ

𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐝 this is a hostage situation monty.pk ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'¹⁸ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁰

online stalking ะ jealousy ะ upping the creep behavior ะ pathetic.ᐟrafe introduction ะ

rafe bit at his thumb nail, staring so intensely at his phone screen, his eyes began to throb. the camera didn’t do you justice. just from your name, rafe was able to find your social medias. and scrolling on them until the morning was what he’s been doing since.

he’s found out your pet status, curious just incase he had to do research on an animal then pretend to like it, your friends’ names, and songs you like that he immediately added to his playlist on his ipod.

he already started drafting conversations in his head that he could have with you. how he would subtly slip your favorite artist into the conversation. how he would bring up needing a book recommendation after seeing you like to read. he’s already planning on subscribing to a few streaming apps to watch your favorite movies and series’.

he ignored the knock on his door from his sister, grunting in response when he bit off more than he thought he would on his thumb. he looked at it, thinking it best to stop. maybe you don’t like nail biters. he’ll do all the research he can to make himself stop.

he wiped his finger on his shirt, going to put his phone down and take a break when a picture on your feed caught his attention. that’s a boy. you were flirting with rafe earlier, you couldn’t have a boyfriend. so rafe shouldn’t worry. but he is. he tapped on the picture, the boy’s handle showing up. rafe went to his profile, analyzing his account.

the immediate surge of jealousy was overlapped by insecurity at how attractive the boy was. he frowned, eye’s narrowing just incase any tears threatened to pile up. was the flirting a joke? is this the guy you were actually into?

he forced himself to continue scrolling, finding more out about the guy. he saw you, close to double tapping the picture, then remembered who’s account he was on. how awkward that would be. then he saw another girl. a girl the boy was kissing. and the caption of the picture was something lovey dovey. he wouldn’t do that if he was with you. he wouldn’t do anything anymore if he was with you. but the boy wasn’t, he had a girlfriend.

the relief rafe felt almost made him think he was imagining up the anxiety. but it was real. though rafe thought he had worked on it, it still existed.

he went to put his earbuds in and play his playlist with the songs you like to clear his head, when his phone dinged. with a message from you. rafe immediately fumbled to grab his phone, hunching to get a better look at his screen. you asked what rafe was up to. rafe glanced at the other tabs on his phone he had open, opting not to tell the truth. he instead said he was watching a movie that got you going about how much you love the film. while you spammed his phone with rants, rafe scurried to grab his wallet and enter his card information into the streaming app.

once subscribed, he began watching the movie on his laptop while simultaneously texting you about it. rafe was good at this. no, not lying. being the perfect guy for you.

[hearts4hughes]

BODYGUARD | BSF!RAFE CAMERON x FEM!READER

a/n: what i’d do for a bsf like rafe 🙄

warnings: mdni ; degradation ; dom!rafe ; angst w/ steaming ending ; fingering

overstimulated was an understatement. from the sweaty people crowding around you to the warmth radiating off of rafe, you were overwhelmed.

he stood behind you like a looming guard, shooting daggers into any boy who dared to look your way. his eyes, blown wide from whatever coke he’d just done, followed your every move. his chest was flush against your back as you stood in the sea of people.

if you wanted a drink, he was getting it for you; if you wanted to dance, he was blocking you from everyone’s view; if you wanted to talk to another guy… well, that just wasn’t happening.

you took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself.

usually, you didn’t mind rafe’s antics. yes, he may have been overprotective, erratic, and unusual for a best friend. though, he was still your number one. but today, you felt suffocated, finally catching his red flags.

you shuffled away from him, his chest no longer pressed against you. it took less than five seconds for him to step closer again. you turned around to face him, your cheeks flushed from liquor. he gazed into your eyes as if he were waiting for a command.

you pulled at the collar of his shirt, causing him to bend down. with your lips close to his ear, you said, “i’m going to get some fresh air.”

he nodded. “i’ll come with you.”

great.

you shook your head. “i’ll just be a second. stay here.”

he mimicked your head shake. “no, i’m not leaving you alone outside.”

“it’s okay, rafe—”

“no, it’s not.”

you scoffed. “i’ll be fine.”

“i’m coming with you, and that’s the end of it.” his tone left no room for debate. he was stubborn, but goddamnit, so were you. you crossed your arms over your chest, your breasts swelling. he swallowed as it became increasingly hard not to look lower than your eyes.

“i couldn’t do this, rafe,” you said, frustration evident in your voice. an argument hung on the tip of his tongue. “i couldn’t handle you constantly being glued to my side. i loved you; you were my best friend, but i needed to be able to get my drink sometimes. and i should have been allowed to dance and talk to guys.”

he stared blankly at you, scratching the back of his neck. “i was just trying to protect—”

“bullshit!” you yelled, sick of terrible excuses. “you weren’t protecting me, you were being fucking clingy!”

his breath quickened, and he looked up at the ceiling. he was doing everything he could to stay calm. he couldn’t mess this up. he needed you.

eyes began to follow the scene. people gazed back and forth between you and rafe. it wasn’t usual for the two of you to fight.

“you’re causing a scene,” he muttered through gritted teeth. his jaw was clenched, prominent veins popping out of his neck.

“i. don’t. care,” you emphasized each word. he scoffed, shaking his head. suddenly, his hand latched onto your wrist, dragging you into an empty bathroom and locking the door.

you yanked your wrist out of his grip, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “what the fuck, rafe?”

his back hit the door as he ran a hand through his already-messy hair, exhaling sharply. “you were causing a scene.”

you let out a bitter laugh, your head tilting back. “oh, i was causing a scene?” your voice dripped with disbelief. “what do you call dragging me in here like some fucking kid you needed to put in time-out?”

rafe pushed off the door, stepping toward you. “i called it making sure you didn’t do something stupid.

your stomach flipped, but anger burned hot in your veins, overpowering anything else. “stupid?” you echoed, voice sharp. “stupid like what, rafe? like wanting a single fucking second to myself? like wanting to be able to breathe without you hovering over me like a fucking bodyguard?”

his jaw ticked, hands flexing at his sides like he was barely holding himself back. “you didn’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“then make me get it,” you shot back, arms crossing over your chest. “because right now? all i saw was my best friend acting like some possessive, overbearing asshole—”

before you could finish, rafe’s hands shot out, gripping your face, forcing you to look up at him. his pupils were blown wide, breathing heavy, fingers firm but not rough. “i am possessive,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “i am overbearing. and you—” his thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, his lips just inches from yours. “—you fucking love it.”

your breath caught in your throat.

and the worst part?

he was completely right.

“and you know what?” he huffed out a laugh. “i’m starting to think you’re becoming an ungrateful brat.”

your brows furrowed. “w-what?” your tone was quiet and weak.

“i protect you, i help you, i do everything for you.” he rasped, lips brushing over yours. “and what do i get in return? a fucking hissy fit.”

his grip tightened on your jaw, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still, to make sure you were listening. his eyes flickered between yours, sharp and unreadable.

“rafe,” you whispered, unsure of what you were even trying to say.

he tilted his head, studying you like you were something to be figured out. then, slowly, he smirked. “you like pushing me, don’t you?”

you swallowed hard, your throat dry. “that’s not—”

“yeah, it is,” he cut you off, his voice dropping lower. “you like seeing how far you can go before i remind you who’s in charge.”

your stomach flipped, heat pooling low in your belly at his words. you hated how well he knew you, how easily he could see right through you.

“you’re quiet now,” he taunted, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “not gonna keep fighting me?”

you opened your mouth, but no words came out. rafe’s smirk deepened.

“that’s what i thought,” he murmured before crashing his lips onto yours.

rafe groaned as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his grip on you tighten. his hand slid from your throat down to your hip, fingers pressing bruises into your skin through the thin fabric of your top. he kissed you like he was trying to prove something; like he needed you to understand just how deep his obsession ran.

“fuck, you taste sweet,” he murmured against your lips, voice rough and breathless. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes dark, hungry. “bet you’d taste even sweeter if i-”

“shut up,” you cut him off, crashing your lips back into his. you didn’t want to hear whatever filthy thought was about to spill from his mouth, didn’t want to admit how badly you wanted to hear it.

he chuckled against your lips but didn’t argue. instead, he pressed you back against the bathroom counter, his hands gripping the edge on either side of you, caging you in.

“you gonna keep pretending you don’t love this?” he murmured, dragging his lips along your jaw, down to your neck. his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, making your breath hitch.

“rafe…” you whispered, unsure if it was a warning or a plea.

he hummed in response, lips trailing lower. “say it,” he demanded softly, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the hem of your skirt higher. “say you like it when i get like this.”

your body betrayed you before your mouth did, hips arching into him, hands gripping his shoulders like you needed him to hold you up.

his lips curled into a smirk against your skin. “that’s what i thought,” he whispered before sinking his teeth into the delicate skin of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

you gasped, your fingers tightening in his shirt. “fuck—”

“language, sweetheart,” he teased, but his voice was strained, his control hanging by a thread. his hands were everywhere—gripping your thighs, sliding up your waist, fingertips dipping beneath the fabric of your top.

you knew this was a bad idea. you knew this was crossing a line neither of you could come back from. but as rafe’s lips found yours again, all slow and deep and claiming, you realized you didn’t care.

not when he touched you like this. not when he looked at you like you belonged to him.

it was sudden— the way his fingers laced around your panties, the way he dragged them down, and the way two of his fingers plunged inside of you without warning.

your mouth hung open, gasps leaving your precious lips. he rested his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes.

“you’re so tight.” he grunted, fingers working at a relentless pace inside of you. “gonna ruin you, baby.” it wasn’t a threat, no; it was a promise.

“oh my go-” you moaned, your face falling into rafe’s shoulder. your teeth find his arm, biting down to suppress your moans.

rafe’s mind runs wild at the sight of continuous wetness dripping out of your needy hole. he adds another finger, causing your body to arch off the wall and into him. he swore he could’ve cum just from the sight of you.

he takes his eyes from between your legs to your face, which is thrown back in utter pleasure. beads of sweat dripped down your face as your stomach flexes with each thrust of his digits.

“enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he asked with a cocky tongue. “i must be a saint for keeping up with your bratty behavior and then rewarding you.” he tsked.

you whimpered in response, causing his dick to twitch in his pants. his face fell into your neck, sucking and biting down on the soft skin.

then, the band in your stomach threatened to snap. “i’m coming!” the words flew off your tongue. he smirked in response, not faltering his speed.

“give it to me, baby.”

and that’s all it took.

white spots overcame your vision as you grasped onto your best friend for dear life. your legs shook before buckling. luckily, rafe’s arm wrapped around you.

a wet patch in his jeans formed as he felt your cunt convulse around his fingers. he removed them slowly, holding them up like a badge of honor before bringing them to his lips and licking them clean.

“if you weren’t my best friend, and i didn’t care about your wellbeing, i would bend you over that sink and make you cum until you couldn’t anymore.”

[willowpains]

we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.

You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.

But it kept you entertained.

And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.

How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.

And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.

Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.

“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.

He chuckled at your words.

“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.

You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.

Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.

You giggle at his words.

“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.

“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.

You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.

You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.

Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.

Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.

Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.

You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.

He snorted out a laugh.

“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.

You scrunch up your nose at him.

“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.

You nod at his words.

“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.

Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.

Drew laughs at your reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.

Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.

“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.

*

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself

they’re just too cute I can’t

this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

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