#can rafe do this to me

[evxelisy]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universedestroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb in me and I'd still ride.

this is a need not a want actually

(everyone say thank you rafeyscurtainbangs for the gifs)

[erwinsvow]

was watching the latest hunger games and i don’t know if you’ve seen it but there’s a scene with snow and lucy gray that is so reader and rafe core. like the scene where he kills the mayor’s daughter and lucy gray is in hysterics and he just grabs her, warns her to pull herself together and go back outside and pretend like he’s not just killed someone and i’m like this is so rafe and his casual dominance with reader. 😍😍

babe STOP you are SOOO onto something here.. + that scene in the movie had me FERAL!!!!! picturing season two after limbrey kills that guy (im so sorry i cannot recall any names.. was too busy staring at rafe's arms)

"oh my god!" you squeal, eyes wide like coins, tears filling up and almost spilling over in a matter of seconds. "oh my god, oh my god-"

rafe fucked up. he shouldn't have gotten you anywhere near this situation, it's his own fault. your insistence on not being too far from him and his own ego that found pleasure in that fact had won him over. rafe liked that you liked him, that you needed him around.

but right now he can tell what you're thinking—probably something along the lines of the fact that he was insane, that his dead body had appeared and he was going to take care of it because he wasn't reacting at all like you were, how any normal person would.

limbrey was staring at you, and a sudden fear ran through his mind that she might try and hurt you too.

"go inside-" he barks at the older lady, who doesn't move, gun in her hand. "go inside! m'gonna have to take care of this, leave-" she stalks off, while you watch with your big wet eyes, shoulders shaking, voice run dry from your screaming.

your reaction is normal, expected. he can't find it himself to even be remotely angry. he leaves the dead body where it is, hands finding your shoulders and dragging you away, like that might help you.

"hey, listen to me. listen to me." he says sternly, and you listen obediently, if not due to fear. "don't scream. don't worry. m'gonna take care of this-this mess, okay? we're gonna be fine."

"r-rafe, she k-killed someone. we, we have to call the police-"

"we're not calling anyone. m'gonna handle it. he was a bad guy, okay, no one's gonna miss him."

"a-and that makes it okay? rafe, you-"

"hey," he barks and you freeze up, listening. "listen, kid, have i ever gotten you hurt? haven't i kept you safe? hm?" he wants an answer, so you nod, still shell shocked. "s'gonna be fine. keep it together. i can't have you like this. we're gonna be fine."

"o-okay." you look down at your white shirt, observing tiny little dots of blood. "what, what do i-"

"go inside. throw this shirt in the fireplace. and then go upstairs to my room and take a shower. okay? i gotta take care of this first. then i'll come join you, got it? alright?"

"okay," you repeat, nodding, frozen. you look up at your boyfriend one last time, trusting him like you always do, even when a little part of you is screaming to run and take off in the other direction. "what're you gonna d-do, with him, uh-"

"i don't know, kid. i need to get you away from it first. just go upstairs, please-" your shoulders relax as soon as the sentence leaves his lips. your mind goes fuzzy, like it always does around rafe, but hearing that even in this insane, unfathomable situation, that his first priority is you, makes your head spin.

you lean in, pressing a kiss to rafe's lips, not pulling away until a minute has passed, your shaking hands tight on his arms.

like always, you follow the instructions he's given you, walking away and heading inside, shedding your clothes and burning them, cleaning yourself in the scalding water until you can smell nothing but the vanilla of your soap and the pine of rafe's shampoo. once out, you put on one of his shirts and some of his long white socks, everything feeling cold still.

you wait patiently on his bed, not able to focus on anything on your phone. when rafe walks in, you don't move, letting him come sit beside you.

"what did you-" you start, before being interrupted.

"don't ask, kid." rafe doesn't sound mad, rather protective. "if i tell you, you're in this shit now. can't have that."

you wrap your arms around his neck, crawling into rafe's lap and into a tight hug. his hands tense around your waist, and you close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin. he doesn't smell like blood, at the very least, so you think he hasn't done anything crazy yet.

or crazier, you correct yourself.

"the swamp. in the woods. there's gators, and foxes, and who knows what else." it comes out as a whisper, like you're scared that the walls might overhear. "if you bring him there, no one will find him. if no one finds him you can't get in trouble."

rafe pulls out of the hug to look at you, all shaky limbs and wet eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

[keyh0use]

when my boyfriend makes me angry I look at him through a fork and pretend he's in jail, it heals me spiritually

[drewstarkeysgf]

[itz-just-girl-thingz]

Umm…yeah. 🤷‍♀️😍

[thewrittenpodcast]

I like fictional men who are a little bit crazy

[beautifuldisaster88]

Daddy's slut

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female!Kook reader

Summary: After Rafe gets into another fight with Ward, there's only one way he wants to release his anger and that's by destroying all his girlfriends tight holes.

A/N: This is another short piece that I wrote ages ago. It's not proofread, so I apologize for any misspelled words or grammar mistakes. I'm trying to get back into writing and hoped by posting some of my older writings it might help.

Warnings: I suck at these. Just know it's horribly written smut

"On your knees, Bunny. Daddy needs to fuck that pretty little mouth." Rafe said to you the moment he walked into the bedroom.

He'd gotten into another fight with Ward, and needed to release his anger. What better way than to fuck his girlfriends mouth?

"Yes, Daddy." You replied, getting on your knees in front of him.

"Such a good fucking slut." He grinned smugly, quickly undoing his belt and pulling down his pants as he massive hard dick sprung free, slapping against his abs.

You looked up at him in awe, already feeling the slickness between your thighs. Rafe swore he could cum just from the way you gazed at his dick.

"Open." Was all Rafe said, bending down to tap your glossy lips, to which you obeyed.

Rafe stroked his cock a few times with his right hand, taking his other hand and wrapping it around your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

Without warning, he thrusts forward, shoving his cock inside your pretty little mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"He thinks he can fucking speak to me like that." Rafe grunted, violently fucking your mouth and throat, his cock twitching from the sounds of your cries and gags. "Taking Daddy's cock like the fucking whore you are. So fucking beautiful when you're cock drunk."

Your throat was raw from his cock slamming down it over and over, making you moan as your juices flowed down your thighs. Rafe was never gentle, but when he was pissed he was even more aggressive, fucking your mouth merciless.

As he continued to aggressively fuck your mouth, you felt his cock twitch, letting you know that he was close.

"Fuck, bunny. I'm going to cum down your throat and you're going to swallow every last drop, yeah?" His grunts became louder as he continued to thrust his hips roughly.

Your face was stained with mascara from tears and your throat was raw as fuck, not that you cared. You couldn't get enough of your boyfriend or his dick.

Rafe threw his head back, moaning your name as he coated your throat in his thick cum. Like a good girl, you swallowed every drop, even licking his cock clean.

"Stick your tongue out, let Daddy see."

Looking up at him all doe eyed and with mascara stained cheeks, you stuck your tongue out, showing him it was clean.

"That's Daddy's good little cum slut. You did so well for me, bunny. I think Daddy needs to reward you."

Rafe pulled you up to your feet, smacking your ass hard.

"Get on the fucking bed. It's my turn to taste you. I'm gonna eat that perfect pussy until you cum all over my fucking face. Then Daddy is going to destroy that beautiful pussy."

Like a good girl, you got on Rafe's bed, laying on your back and spreading your legs wide open for him.

"Fuck, look at how wet you are for me, baby. Sucha fucking whore, already dripping from sucking Daddy's cock."

Rafe took two of his long and big fingers, leaning down to rub your slickness. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your juices as his eyes rolled back.

"You taste so fucking sweet, bunny. Like heaven on my fucking tongue. Now, lay back and let Daddy eat his favorite meal."

[topperscumslut]

just reread my 3.5k word essay in defense of topper thornton and goddamn i kinda forgot just how bad my man got fucked over im so glad i made an entire fucking blog dedicated to him even tho i barely post about topper or obx anymore and this is basically a scream/stuilly fanpage atp ahaha topper baby they can never make me hate u

[small-spark-of-light]

day 26 was to draw 10 expression with 1 character!!

[rafesveryrealgf]

All too well

(college!rafe x high school!reader)

Warnings: NON CANON, minor!reader x adult!rafe relationship, sexual innuendos, talk about sex, parties, drinking, drug use, toxic relationship, cursing, toxic!rafe, lowkey innocent!reader, loss of virginity, crying, angst, lots of arguing

Synopsis: 17yr old y/n falls for 22yr old Rafe, what could possibly go wrong…

A/N: series was inspired by the song ‘all too well’ by Taylor swift, the age difference isn’t as drastic as it is in the song, but the lesson Taylor learned vs the lesson the reader will learn is basically the same.

Parties were never really your thing, which was rare for a seventeen year old living in the outer banks.

Your parents were divorced and your mom remarried to a Kook, leaving your dad behind, who was a Pogue so, you got a taste of life on both sides of the islands, which meant more party invitations, that you never went to.

It wasn’t like you were some prude that thought you were too good to go to parties, you just didn’t want to be alone. Due to you being from both sides of the island you felt too Pogue to be a Kook and too Kook to be a Pogue. That was until you met Harlow, and Saylor.

They took you under their wing.

Harlow had dirty blonde, almost brown hair just passed her shoulders with fairly tanned skin due to her constantly at the beach. Saylor had carmel skin with loose highlighted curls that fell just at her waist.

They didn’t seem like the average stuck up Kooks, and that’s what you loved about them, They were far from judgmental.

Harlow, and Saylor begged you to go to parties with them, and tonight you finally, hesitantly, agreed.

This was your first real party.

You all got a drink from the keg before Harlow gestured to you, and Saylor for you guys to follow her over to her boyfriend, Topper.

You had never truly met Topper before. One reason being, Harlow just recently began taking him serious, and the other reason being you just rarely went out.

You of course knew who Topper was, and had seen him before, but you’d never been properly introduced.

Topper was standing against the wall nursing a drink with two guys standing next to him.

you were mesmerized by the tall, blond haired, guy beside him. he was wearing a black collared shirt, that hugged him in all the right places, with a backwards hat, where you could see some of his dirty blond strands peeking out.

You didn’t miss the way he eyed you either, sipping on his drink as if he were trying to hide behind it so he could continue eyeing you in secret.

You then walked up to them, hand in hand with Saylor, while nursing your own drink.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Harlow introduced you, pushing you in front of her.

You broke free of Saylors clutch, softly waving at Topper and his friends.

“hey,” You politely smiled.

she gestured towards her boyfriend. “Y/n, this is Topper, obviously” then pointed to one of the guys standing next to her boyfriend. “Kelce,” Then, she finally pointed towards the guy you had been eyeing. “And.. this is Rafe.”

Rafe? As in Rafe Cameron? The Kook king?

You had heard all about Rafe. Although he had a terrible reputation, a lot of girls wanted him, and after seeing him close up, in person, for yourself you no longer questioned why their standards sat so low.

They all greeted you back, as you gave a soft smile to them, before getting pulled away by Saylor.

“I wanna dance.” She whined.

“Wait, wait. let’s get another drink.” You said dragging her over to the keg.

She followed behind you, waiting impatiently for you to get your drink.

Harlow had stayed with her boyfriend, and his friends while you, and Saylor wandered off to the dance floor. Once again, you hadn’t missed the way Rafe eyed you as you danced. You were almost nervous from the way he watched you as you swayed along to the music with your best friend.

Next time you looked over at Rafe he was motioning towards the coffee table that sat in the living room, to Topper and Kelce. The table didn’t sit far from you.

They both moved in sync as they all sat on the couch at the coffee table. Rafe pulled out a familiar looking white substance, a card, and a dollar bill. You don’t know why you were surprised to see Kooks doing coke. You stopped swaying to the music when you saw Harlow land in her boyfriends lap, clearly already drunk. You dragged Saylor over to the coffee table and sat down on the other couch that sat across from Harlow, Topper, Rafe, and Kelce.

Rafe quickly eyed you before leaning his head down to snort the prepared substance through the dollar from off the table.

“Here,” he jerked his head upwards gesturing for Topper to grab the dollar from his hand.

And so he did.

“I wanna try some,” Saylor blurted.

You jerked your head towards her, eyeing her down.

“Alright,” Rafe handed her the dollar and made a line for her. “Only one, unless you got money.”

Saylor stood up to have a clear shot at the white substance.

You had no clue how you were getting home. Harlow was drunk, nodding off slowly on her boyfriends shoulder and Saylor was drunk and now high.

A few hours had passed, a couple more drinks had gone down the hatch, and a few more lines had been snorted before everyone finally called it a night and headed out.

Toppers house was right down the road from where the party was located so, he told Harlow, Kelce, Saylor, you, and Rafe, that you all could crash at his place until you were sobered up, and although you knew your mom would kill you for not being home when you said you would be, she would be even more mad to find out you were drunk and had someone who was also drunk driving you around.

You texted her, letting her know you’d be staying the night with Harlow, and that you’d be home tomorrow, which wasn’t unusual, you did that a lot so it was pretty believable.

You and Saylor shared the guest room bed, while Harlow went to sleep in Toppers room, and Kelce, and Rafe took the couches.

You pulled back the blanket to get in the bed next to Saylor, who was already passed out by the time you’d gotten into bed.

A few hours had passed, and you were still on your phone in bed.

You couldn’t sleep.

Sleeping in a guys house you’d just properly met didn’t exactly help you sleep, but it was better than going home, and possibly getting grounded for being as drunk as you were.

You tore the covers off you, and walked out of the guest bedroom.

All the lights were off downstairs except for the dimmed kitchen light, where you saw a tall figure standing. It wasn’t until he opened the fridge door you could see it was none other than Rafe.

He pulled out a water bottle as if this were his house; which wasn’t weird considering this was his best friends home.

He turned his head when he noticed you in his peripheral vision.

“Want one?” He questioned, holding up the water bottle in his hand.

“Um. Yeah, yeah.” You nodded

This was the first time he’d really spoken to you all night. If he hadn’t been eyeing you the whole night you would’ve thought you were invisible.

He nodded, grabbing another water out of the fridge as you walked over to sit on a stool that was placed beneath the island counter.

He handed it to you, then stood at the kitchen island on the opposite of you, nursing the water in his hand.

One of his hands was placed on the counter as he stared at you for a brief moment.

“So...why haven’t I ever seen you around or like…with Harlow, and Saylor?” He finally broke the awkward silence.

You hesitated to answer for a second.

“Oh. Well, I dunno. Never really went out with them before.” You shrugged. “Not a party person.”

He stayed silent, but nodded taking another sip of his water.

“Couldn’t sleep or…?” You questioned, trying to make conversation.

“Yeah,” he dragged out. “Kinda tryin’ to sober myself up.” He chuckled.

“Same, same.”

You looked back down at your phone that you had in your hand when there was nothing but silence for a second.

Rafe looked around before speaking again. “I know something that might help,”

“Hm?” You looked up.

“Going for a swim,” he smirked. “You down?”

“Yeah. why not.” You chuckled before shrugging.

You both walked over towards the sliding doors that lead to Toppers back patio.

Rafe slid them open, and let you step outside, with him following right behind you.

Living in the outer banks, it wasn’t unusual to have a bathing suit already under your clothing in the summer.

But Rafe still did a double take when he saw you about to remove your clothing, like he’d expected you to swim fully clothed.

you slid off your jean shorts, then proceeded to remove your crop top, revealing your bikini that had been hidden underneath your clothing.

Rafe took off his black collared shirt, revealing his chiseled body, then removed his khaki shorts.

“No swim trunks?” You chuckled.

All he was left in was his boxers now.

“I didn’t bring any.” He frowned while shrugging, before diving into the water.

You followed after him.

You both emerged from the water at the same time, smiling.

“Water feels…nice.” You said as you were treading the water.

“Yeah,” He chuckled a bit at your legs kicking underwater to keep your head from dipping back into the water.

About twenty minutes had passed, and more awkward conversations had been had.

You were now both sitting on the side of the pool, with your feet still in the water.

“Y’know — you’re pretty interesting, y/n.”

That had caught you a little off guard.

“Whys that?” You chuckled, looking down at your feet, kicking the water.

“I dunno. You’re kinda mysterious.” You could feel him staring at you for a moment. “You don’t talk much. And when you do talk, you don’t say a whole lot.”

You looked up, and over to him, and shrugged. “Hmm. I guess.”

“See! That’s what I mean.” He looked up at you, dipping his hand into the pool water to splash it towards you.

“I don’t know what to say!” You threw your hands up in defense.

You were both laughing at this point.

But Rafe’s previous words still lingered in your mind.

[breathing-in-waves]

Umm, I don't know how y'all are feeling about season 4 so far but, uh.. I'm not loving this one.

[nirvanaissogood]

Please, he's so pretty.

(I need him to scream at me, manhandle me, hit me, idc please. They were onto sum bout that "he hit me and it felt like a kiss" omfg 🙏)

[hexados-on-a-string]

50% of the mechtanium surge arc 1 experience is just this

[drewstarkeysgf]

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[lauraisakilljoy]

obx spoilers ahead!!

I'm so conflicted about the season 4 ending because on one hand I get it. life is unfair, it's unrealistic to give all of your characters happy endings, especially if said characters are constantly putting themselves in danger. it makes sense that not everyone survives four seasons of near-death experiences like being held hostage, getting shot at, almost drowning etc. on the other hand I can't help but be bitter that the person who had been abused/mistreated their entire life and who was clearly suffering was the one who had to die. at the hands of his biological father, may I add. I’ve seen some people say JJ was annoying this season and I get where they’re coming from, but all of his impulsive decisions and everything that happened at/after the town meeting just made me sad. he was struggling so much that he didn’t care what happened to him or if he lived or died. all he wanted was a future where he could live with his friends in their own little paradise without a care in the world. with the money from the crown and shoupe’s promise, it seemed like he was so close to happiness and inner peace, but they didn’t let him have that. so yeah, I get why they did this, but that doesn’t make it less upsetting.

[winterrrnight]

whenever I include more intimate or suggestive scenes in my writing, can anyone give me any sorts of feedback (on anon or not, your preference!!) on how is it usually written? is it good? is it bad? do I need to improve? I am open for constructive criticism regarding those because I really want to improve my writing 💗 (see the tags for more!)