#dollys playroom 🐇

[dollyfiles]

lovely!kook!reader patching up pogue!jj after a fight with luke

lovely!kook!reader mlist

cw: mention of violence, blood, luke maybank, slight angst, fluff, suggestive towards the end, takes place before lovely!kook!reader and rafe get back together

the room was quiet, except for the distant hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional sharp inhale from jj as you dabbed at his busted lip. he sat on the edge of your bed, his hands clenched into fists against his knees, knuckles still raw from swinging back. but he wouldn’t say a word about it. wouldn’t give in to the pain, wouldn’t let it show. he was good at that—hiding. pretending.

“jesus, jay,” you muttered under your breath, tilting his chin up so you could get a better look at the damage. his skin was scraped raw in places, knuckles split and bleeding, his cheekbone bruised a sickly shade of red.

“didn’t know you cared so much, princess,” jj teased, though his voice was rough, strained. his head was pounding, his ribs ached like hell, but that wasn’t what had him so on edge.

it was you.

the way you stood between his legs, brow furrowed in concentration, your soft hands working so carefully to clean him up—like he wasn’t some reckless idiot who got in fights every other day. like he wasn’t used to this. like he was something worth fixing.

“ya’ trying to kill me?” he hissed, gripping your wrist as the disinfectant hit his wound. “oh, please..” you scoffed, shaking him off. “you’re not that fragile.” but still, your fingertips skimmed his jaw like you were afraid he might break. and that was the thing—jj didn’t break. at least, not in ways people could see.

he let out a breathy chuckle. if only you knew. people didn’t do this for him. he was used to brushing off his bruises with a joke, used to people rolling their eyes, maybe calling him an idiot before moving on. but this—this silent anger in your eyes, this gentle care, this deep, unspoken need to fix something that had been broken for years—jj didn’t know how to handle it.

you surely didn’t have to ask who did this to him—you already knew. luke maybank was a piece of shit. that was more than obvious to anyone who met him. and jj? stubborn and reckless as he was—had been bearing the strength of his fists for years.

it made something burn in you. a deep, helpless kind of rage. because what could you do? call the cops? jj would never let you. confront luke yourself? that was a suicide mission.

you hated this. hated knowing that jj came from a house that was more battlefield than home. but no matter how much you wanted to fix this, to fix him, you didn’t know how.

“hey,” jj said, snapping you from your thoughts. his thumb brushed against your knee, his voice unusually soft. “i’m fine, y/n.”

you swallowed, forcing your eyes back to his lip. “you’re not fine,” you muttered, running a featherlight touch over his cheek. “you just like pretending you are.”

jj smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “what can i say? i’m a great actor.” you huffed, setting the first aid kit aside. “yeah, well, you suck at taking care of yourself though.”

jj’s lips twitched, for a moment he thought it was funny but then he realized that there was actually some truth behind it. because yeah, he sucked at taking care of himself. always had. it was easier that way. easier to ignore it, push it down, pretend none of it mattered.

but you were making it matter.

and that scared the shit out of him.

he tried to brush it off though, eyes flicking down to your lips instead. “that why you’re doing it for me?” you rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. instead, you grabbed his jaw and tilted his head up slightly, placing the bandaid firmly against his cheek.

jj groaned, his hands gripping your bare thighs as you moved to stand between his legs, “i think you just like manhandling me.” you couldn’t help but smirked at that, “you are kinda fun to push around.”

jj snorted, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin. his touch was warm, casual—but there was nothing casual about the way his hands lingered, the way his fingertips skimmed just a little higher each time. “y’know, if you wanted an excuse to get close to me, you could’ve just asked.”

you gave him a look. “you have a busted lip, and you’re still flirting?” the pogue boy leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “can’t help it. you love it.”

and fuck, the way your breath hitched—the way your lips parted like you wanted to argue but couldn’t—yeah, he was right.

maybe you did.

your grip on his jaw tightened slightly, your gaze flickering to his mouth. his lips were split and swollen, but good god, that didn’t stop you from thinking about how good they felt against yours.

jj noticed. of course he did. he always noticed. “what?” he murmured, his breath fanning across your lips. “gonna kiss me better?” you rolled your eyes, but your resolve was already slipping.

“maybe,” you murmured, grazing your finger over another sharp cut on his cheek. and then, without any warning, jj moved.

his hands slid up your thighs, gripping your hips as he pulled you onto his lap in one quick, effortless motion. you let out a breathy laugh, steadying yourself against his shoulders. “jay—”

you were straddling him, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his waist, completely caught up in the heat of him. “you talk too much,” he muttered, and then he was kissing you. hard.

it started off slow, sensual and teasing, his tongue grazing your soft lips, but jj—always impatient—tilted his head and deepened it, his hands roaming up your back, fingers sliding under your shirt, gripping you like he never wanted to let go.

and maybe he didn’t. maybe, for the first time in his life, someone actually gave a shit about him. and he couldn’t loose that.

he never thought you, a kook—someone so soft, so good, so far from his world—would be the one taking care of him like this. the one wanting him. not just for the fun, not just for the thrill, but actually wanting him.

and jj wanted you. wanted you so bad it made his head spin.

you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his blonde hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you pressed yourself closer. your hips almost moving on their own as they grinded down onto him. and just as things got more heated—jj winced, his whole body tensing beneath you.

you pulled back immediately, eyes big and concern flashing in them, “jay?” he exhaled through his nose, trying to play it off, one hand pressing against the side of his stomach. “m’fine, don’t stop—”

but you weren’t stupid. your gaze flickered downward, suspicion creeping in as you reached for the hem of his shirt. jj caught your wrists, shaking his head. “y/n—”

“let me see.” jj sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “it’s really nothing—”, you glared at him, leaving no room for argument and after a long beat, jj finally gave in, letting go of your wrists as you slowly lifted his shirt.

what you saw made your stomach drop. a deep, ugly bruise stretched across his ribs, the purple and yellow color stark against his tanned skin. it looked fresh, painful, like he had taken more than just a couple of punches from his dad.

you sucked in a sharp breath, your fingers ghosting over the bruised skin, so careful, so gentle, and fuck—jj hated that it made his throat tight. “how could he—,” you shook your head, cutting your own words, “why didn’t you tell me?”

but jj just looked away. he hated this part. hated the pity, the sympathy, the way people looked at him like he was weak. but when he risked a glance at you, there was none of that. just anger.

he shrugged, eyes flickering away again. “didn’t wanna ruin the mood.” you stared at him, disbelief clear on your face. “are you kidding?” jj sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “look, it’s fine—”

“it’s not fine,” you snapped, climbing off his lap and grabbing the first aid kit again. “you could have broken ribs, jj.” he groaned, dropping back against the pillows. “you really know how to kill a moment, princess.”

you ignored him, pulling out a bottle of pain relief gel. “shut up and lift your shirt.” jj smirked up at you, “damn, at least buy me dinner first.” you shot him a glare, squeezing a glob of the gel onto your fingers. “next time i’ll just let you suffer.”

“you’d miss me too much.” you huffed but didn’t deny it. cause it was true. instead, you gently spread the gel over his bruised skin, watching as his expression softened slightly, the tension in his body easing under your touch.

jj’s eyes flickered up to yours, something soft settling in his gaze. “you don’t have to do this, y’know,” he murmured. you swallowed, your fingers lingering on his skin. “yea,” you whispered. “i do.”

jj swallowed, something hot rising in his throat. guilt, maybe. embarrassment. hell if he knew. but you didn’t push, didn’t ask him to talk about it.

he just watched you, chest tight. why were you doing this? why did you care? and then, jj reached up, brushing his knuckles lightly against your cheek. “you’re kinda perfect, y/n,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper.

you felt your heart clench, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. yet you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your pulse raced. “you’re just saying that ‘cause i’m taking care of your dumb ass.”

“maybe.” jj smiled, like genuinely smiled. but this time he meant every word.

tags: @gibson-g1rl @girlyrafe @beausling @bambiangels @rafesheaven @rafescokewhore @rafesprecious @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @rafesangelita @chris444evr @dearapril @drewsephrry @doestarkey @littlelamy @maybanksangel @maybanksbaby @sematarygirls @cherrygirlfriend @anqelrafe @plaidcowboy @inspiredangel @rafekisser @whinyangel @starzify @prncesschloe @kissyrafe @et6rnalsun @fawnhart @rafesweetie

[dollyfiles]

frat!rafe manipulating you into letting him eat you out for the first time

cw: rafe x fem!reader, established relationship, making out, touching, explicit language, manipulation, praise, fingering, oral (f. receiving)

rafe didn't believe in taking things slow. he wasn't built for patience, and every woman he'd ever been with knew it. hookups were fast, rough, and entirely on his terms. women weren't people to him; they were distractions, brief fixes. he used them, got what he needed, and never looked back.

but you were different. every time he thought he had you, his fingers inching closer to finally touch you, you faltered—nervous and uncertain—guiding his hands back to safer ground. why play hard to get? he thought. and tonight was no different—at least, it wasn't supposed to be. but rafe was done taking your shit.

you were sprawled on his bed, your thighs brushing his hips as he kissed you. you tasted sweet, your lips swollen from the way he'd been devouring you for the past hour. rafe’s hands roamed freely over you, slipping under your sundress to grip the soft flesh of your thighs. you trembled, gasping into his mouth when his fingers slid higher.

"God, you're so fucking soft," rafe groaned against your mouth, frustration bubbling. you were so responsive, so willing to let him kiss and touch you—just not in the way he craved. and his patience was wearing out. "rafe," you gasped, voice uncertain as your hands fluttered against his chest.

"what, baby?" he asked, a wicked smirk spreading across his face, his fingers trailing up your thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted to go. "you want me to stop?" you bit your lip, your nervousness being clear. but rafe wasn't about to back off—not when you were so close to giving in, he could feel it.

"you’re so fucking pretty like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "squirming under me, all nervous and shy. but I know you want it. you wouldn't let me touch you like this if you didn't." the weeks of waiting, of teasing himself by letting your warm body press against his without taking you, had driven him to the edge of madness. rafe needed to touch you and so he did.

your breath hitched as his hand slid between your legs, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your white lace panties. you weren’t sure if you were ready for this but his touch got you dizzy. "you’re already soaked," he smirked, his voice dark and teasing. "so don’t act like you don't want it, baby."

"rafe..." you whimpered, your cheeks burning as you tried to look away. he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me you don't want it," he challenged, his fingers circling your puffy clit through the fabric. "say the word, and I'll stop. otherwise, i’m not letting you off easy tonight."

you didn't say a word. you couldn't. did you want this? maybe he was right. maybe you did want this, even if you were scared. and when your wide eyes met his, he knew he had you. your body betrayed you, hips arching into his touch even as your lips remained pressed shut. "yeah, that's what I thought," he said, his smirk widening.

he pushed the fabric aside, groaning at the sight of your cunt bare and glistening for him. "shit, look at you," he muttered, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. "so fucking wet for me. you’ve been holding out on me, haven't you?"

you whimpered, cheeks burning, and embarrassment mixing with a growing heat as his thick fingers slipped inside your hole, slow and deliberate. you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he worked you, curling his fingers just enough to make you squirm.

"does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?"

you nodded, lips parting as soft moans escaped your lips. it felt good. really fucking good. but there was still a nervous tension in your chest, a fear of giving him so much control over you.

rafe watched his thick digits disappear into your sopping wet hole, your pornographic moans just pushing him further. your cunt looked so pretty taking it all but as good as it felt to have you falling apart with his fingers burried deep inside of you, he wanted to feel you on his tongue more than ever.

he’d never been the type to eat pussy. it wasn't his thing—too messy, too intimate. but looking down at your puffy cunt, so soft and needy, he felt a pull he couldn't resist. he wanted to know what you tasted like, wanted to make you fall apart in a way no one else ever had.

he slowed his movements, pulling his fingers away despite your soft whimpers of protest. "relax," he said, his voice husky. "i’m not done with you yet." before you could respond, he moved down the bed, spreading your legs wider with his arms as he settled between them. "rafe," you said, your voice laced with nervousness. "I don’t kn-"

"Shut up," he cut you off, his eyes dark and hungry as he admired your wet cunt. he didn't wait for your permission this time. his mouth was on you before you could protest, his tongue dragging through your folds slowly, deliberately. you gasped, your back arching off the bed as your hands flew to his hair.

"shit," rafe muttered against your core, he had never tasted something so sweet, gripping your thighs to keep you still while his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle. "you taste so fucking delicious, baby. i could do this all night."

your protests died on your lips as his tongue lapped at you, your whimpers soon turned to moans. you were addictive—better than he ever could've imagined. every sound you made, every little tremble of your body, fueled him. rafe groaned into you, feeling his cock growing harder with every shudder of your body.

"look at you," he said, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice rough and filthy while his lips and chin were drenched in your arousal. "fucking dripping for me. Your pretty pussy has been waiting for this huh?"

you couldn't answer—your voice was lost in the haze of pleasure he was giving you. but your body told him everything he needed to know. your thighs trembled, your hips bucked, feeling yourself getting close. your soft, broken cries of his name only driving rafe further.

rafe had never thought he'd enjoy this. hell, he'd only done it once before, and he'd hated it. but with you, it was different. you were different. he didn't just want to make you feel good—he wanted to ruin you for anyone else.

“ray, i’m gonna—“ you moaned but got cut off by your own release, your body shuddering while you came undone, crying out his name. rafe smirked against your skin, “that’s my girl.” but even as you tried to catch your breath, he didn't move away, lapping up every single drop of your release, your clit already swollen from overstimulation.

you wiggled, trying to push him away as you couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure too much for your fragile body. rafe just chuckled, "you think I'm done with you?" he asked, his voice dark and filled with promise. "not a fucking chance, baby. i told you—could do this all night."

and he meant every word. for the first time in his life, rafe wasn't just obsessed—he was completely, utterly addicted to your pussy. and he didn’t know if he could ever stop.

tags @rafesbangs @rafesheaven @pintrestgrl @littlelamy @vampteeths @vampteeths @kissyrafe @bambiangels @beausling @figthoughts @filthyrafe @starzify @whinyangel

[dollyfiles]

raven!reader and frat!rafe fucking in the back of his truck

raven!reader mlist

cw: pure smut, explicit language, lots of teasing, sex in public (?), riding, p in v, unprotected sex, fwb to lovers

“shit—“ you moaned out as rafe’s hips meet yours in a rough pace, the leather creaking beneath you two as you rocked forward. you were straddling him, your skirt bunched up around your waist, red lace panties pushed to the side as you rolled your hips over his cock, the thick length of him splitting you open in the best possible way.

rafe was a mess beneath you, head tipped back against the seat, his jaw clenched, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as you took him deeper, inch by inch. his chest was bare, slick with sweat, rising and falling with every ragged breath.

he was trying to keep it together, trying not to let you see just how fucking wrecked he was for you already, but you could feel the tension in him, the way his body trembled every time you clenched around him.

“fuck,” he rasped, his voice tight, strained. “you—goddamn—” his words broke off into a groan as you took him fully, his cock hitting something deep inside you that made your breath stutter, your nails biting into his shoulders.

a slow smirk spread across your lips as you rolled your hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging out his torment. “what?” you teased, voice breathless but still sharp. “thought you could handle it? ”

rafe scoffed, tilting his head back against the seat, his jaw clenching. “shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it. you smirked, leaning in, your lips ghosting over his jaw before nipping at the skin beneath his ear, “what? you embarrassed?”

his fingers tightened around your hips, and in a swift motion, he bucked his hips up, hitting deep into your core and making you audibly gasp. his smirk was slow and smug when he felt the way your breath hitched, your nails digging just a little harder into his skin. “that sound like I’m embarrassed to you?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he set a brutal pace, fucking up into you so fast and hard that the car rocked with every movement. every thrust sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body, his cock hitting just the right spot inside you over and over again, making your legs shake as your head tipped back.

“rafe—” his name slipped from your lips in a breathless moan, your body tightening around him as the pleasure built too fast, too intense. he looked up at you then, not really used to you calling him on first name basis, his lips latching onto your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. but there was something else too, something he was more than afraid of.

the truth was, he had no real excuse to be here. not anymore. the first few times, he told himself he was just meeting you to buy from you, to get what barry wouldn’t sell him. but after a while, it became obvious—even to him—that he wasn’t coming for the drugs. not really.

yet, every time he texted you, every time he showed up under the lie of wanting to “make a deal,” he played along. even now, with you pressed against him, your body warm and teasing, he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he didn’t give a fuck about the drugs anymore. that he just wanted to see you.

but you knew. of course, you knew.

“you didn’t even ask for anything this time,” you pointed out, tilting your head at him, your smirk lazy. “guess we’re dropping the whole ‘dealer-client’ thing, huh?”

rafe scoffed, though his hands were still gripping your hips, still pulling you closer, he just couldn’t help himself. “like I’d buy from you anyway,” he muttered, and you raised a brow at that, “right, ‘cause last time you were so eager to get your fix,” you teased, rolling your hips just enough to make his breath stutter.

his grip tightened. you could feel the way his body tensed beneath you, the frustration flickering in his stormy blue eyes. he hated when you did this—when you picked apart his weak spots, when you made him face the fact that he wasn’t as in control as he wanted to be.

“maybe I just found something better to get addicted to,” he murmured before he could stop himself. you froze for a second, your smirk faltering ever so slightly, and rafe immediately regretted saying it. his walls shot back up, his expression hardening, as if he could take the words back.

but you didn’t call him out on it. instead, you leaned in, your lips brushing his jaw as you whispered, “careful there, cameron. might start thinking you actually like me.” he huffed out a laugh, but it was tight, forced. “yea, right.”

“uh-huh,” you mused, dragging your nails down his chest again. “keep telling yourself that.” the tension in the car was thick, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it never was with you. and that was the worst part—how easy it was. how natural. how much he fucking liked it, even though he would rather die than admit it.

and then when you kissed him, teasing at first but quickly melting into something more desperate, more needy, he stopped thinking about the lie, about the excuses.

because right now, he wasn’t here to buy anything from you. he was here because he wanted you. because he couldn’t stay away. and he wanted you to know without saying it, so he showed you.

you tried to bite back a whimper, tried to hold onto some shred of control as rafe was picking up his pace, but it was slipping through your fingers with every thrust, every filthy grind of his hips against yours.

maybe you weren’t as indifferent to him as you pretended to be. because every time he called you, under the pretense of buying from you, you answered. and every time you met up, you let it happen again and again, telling yourself it was just for fun, that it didn’t mean anything.

but right now, with his hands gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again, his lips brushing against your neck as he groaned your name—you couldn’t deny that it felt like more.

your nails raked down his chest, your hips moving in sync with his as pleasure built in your core, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. “rafe—fuck, I’m gonna—”

rafe smirked against your skin, one hand leaving your hip to slide between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing fast, rough circles that made you cry out. “that’s it,” he muttered, his voice low, hungry. “come on, baby. let me feel it.”

the pleasure hit you like a fucking freight train, your whole body going rigid as you came hard around him, your walls clenching tight as a sharp, shuddering moan ripped from your throat.

rafe groaned, his pace stuttering as he felt you come undone, his own release not far behind. his hands gripped you tighter, his thrusts growing erratic as he fucked you through it, chasing his own high.

“shit, you’re so—fuck—” His breath shuddered, his fingers digging into your skin as he spilled inside you, painting you white from the inside, his hips jerking as he rode out the aftershocks.

the car windows were fogged over and your bodies slick with sweat and exhaustion. your chest was still rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath, your body trembling slightly from the intensity of your orgasm.

rafe hadn’t let go of you yet—his hands were still gripping your thighs, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into your skin as if he wasn’t quite ready to let the moment slip away.

you smirked down at him, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “you good, cameron? need a minute?” there it was again, that safe distance between you two, using his last name.

rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you could see the way his jaw tensed, the way his ears turned just the faintest shade of pink. “shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. his hands squeezed your hips, like he was grounding himself. “you’re the one who fucking collapsed on me.”

you hummed, dragging your nails lightly along his biceps, enjoying the way he shivered beneath you. “hmm, maybe you finally learned how to use that dick of yours properly.”

his lips twitched, deciding if he wanted to fire back with something cocky, but then his expression shifted—just barely, but enough that you caught it. a flicker of hesitation.

you raised a brow, tilting your head. “what?” rafe licked his lips, his grip on your thighs tightening before he forced himself to loosen it. his blue eyes flicked away from yours for a second, like he was actually nervous. that was new.

he exhaled, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “i was just thinking…” he trailed off, his voice a little rough, like he wasn’t used to talking like this. “we keep doing this shit, and you always act like it’s nothing, but…” you blinked, caught off guard. “but?”

rafe’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, and then—without looking at you—he muttered, “go out with me.” your stomach flipped before a slow smirk tugged at your lips. “are you asking me on a date, cameron?”

he let out a frustrated groan, dragging a hand down his face. “fuck, don’t say it like that.” you laughed, brushing your fingers against his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “you are. you’re asking me on a real date.”

his gaze met yours, and despite the cocky, arrogant rafe you were so used to seeing, there was something genuine in his expression, something almost shy. but he covered it up quickly, scoffing as he leaned back against the seat, his hands still attached to your body. “yeah, whatever,” he muttered. “it’s not a big deal. just dinner or sum’ shit.”

you studied him for a moment, letting the silence stretch just to make him squirm. and just when his fingers twitched against your skin, when his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection, you leaned in close, brushing your lips against his ear. “okay,” you whispered, smirking when you felt the way his breath caught.

rafe pulled back slightly, his blue eyes searching yours, not sure if you were fucking with him, “…yeah?” you shrugged, acting nonchalant even though your heart was beating a little too fast, “yeah.”

for a second, he just stared at you. his lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk, that signature cockiness creeping back in. “good,” he said, sliding his hands up your back, pressing you flush against him. “’cause I wasn’t gonna take no for an answer anyway.”

tags: @girlyrafe @gibson-g1rl @littlelamy @rafesheaven @rafescokewhore @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @rafespreciosa @anqelrafe @inspiredangel @rafekisser @whinyangel @obxcc @rafesangelita @prncesschloe @nativegirltapes @plaidcowboy @dearapril @drewsephrry @doeinlace @doestarkey @kissyrafe @lovlidollie @cherrygirlfriend @bambiangels @sematarygirls @et6rnalsun @maybanksbaby @inspiredangel @fawnhart

[dollyfiles]

raven!reader jerking off frat!rafe in the bathroom at a party, after he begs for some yayo

raven!reader mlist

cw: drug abuse, mentions of coke, manipulation, dubcon, sub!rafe, handjob, degradation

“cameron. what do you want?” you raised your brows as the blonde boy approached you. he looked like he’d already had his fill of cheap beer, a faint glint of desperation in his hazy blue eyes. “you know what i want,” he said, a little too loudly, his voice cracking, “i just—i need something. just a little.”

you tilted your head, smirk widening. you were barry’s little sister, but everyone who knew you quickly learned you weren’t just an accessory to your brother’s business. you were your own type of crazy—sharper, quieter, and definitely more dangerous.

“oh, now you need me,” you laughed, voice dripping with mock sweetness. you set your drink down, crossing your arms. “you owe my brother, rafe. what makes you think you’re getting anything from me without paying up first?”

rafe ran a hand through his messy blond hair, his confidence slipping. “i’ll pay him back. i swear. i—i really need it tonight, y/n. pleass.” you chuckled, actually finding amusement in his despair. “oh, so you’re begging me now?”

“i’m serious,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low and frantic. “i’ll do whatever. just—help me out here.” you watched him for a long moment, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. rafe cameron, kildare’s golden boy, was practically on his knees for you. and you weren’t about to let that opportunity slip through your fingers.

“whatever, huh?” you repeated, your voice soft but dripping with something dangerous. you grabbed his wrist, tugging him through the crowd and up the stairs. the music and noise faded as you reached the second floor, pulling him into the small, dimly lit bathroom and locking the door.

rafe’s pulse was pounding, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling in his chest. “so…?” he prompted, licking his lips. you leaned against the sink, pulling a small baggie out of your back pocket. you dangled it in front of him, smile wicked, his eyes glistening. “you still want it?”

“yes,” he said immediately, his voice pleading. “well,” you said, tucking the bag back into your pocket. “this isn’t charity, cameron. if you can’t pay my brother back in cash, you’ll have to pay me another way.”

rafe blinked, his mind pure chaos. “what… what do you mean?” you stepped closer, smile widening as you grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down to your level. “use your imagination.” rafe froze, his breath hitching. for a moment, all he could do was stare at you, his hazy brain struggling to process.

but the longer he hesitated, the more your smile twisted, growing impatient. “no,” rafe interrupted as you reached for the door again, his voice barely above a whisper. “no, i’ll… i’ll do it. whatever you want.” you grinned, eyes gleaming with victory. “that’s what I thought.”

you shoved him against the sink, your movements confident, almost aggressive. rafe barely had time to process before your lips were on his, the taste of alcohol and something sweet flooding his senses. at first he couldn’t believe it, his dealer’s sister kissing all over him. and he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t imagined it before, he did, but this was way better.

pulling away, you looked at rafe, who was still leaning heavily against the porcelain, his chest rising and falling like he'd just ran a marathon. his glazed blue eyes were wide, showing confusion and desperation.

you let the silence linger, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze. then, with a low chuckle, you straightened your posture. "take off your pants," you ordered, your tone as casual as if you’d just asked him to pass you a drink. rafe blinked, his brows knitting together. “wha-what?"

"you heard me." you stepped closer, your small frame radiating an aura of dominance that made rafe's stomach twist in ways he didn't entirely understand. "you said you'd do whatever, didn't you? so, go on. prove it."

his breath hitched, his hands fumbling at his belt as his brain tried to catch up with his body. the need—the raw craving—for what you had in your pocket was overpowering any sense of pride or self worth rafe had. he was a mess, and you knew it.

you watched him struggle, your smirk widening. when he finally managed to undo the buckle and let his jeans sag around his hips, you took another step closer, your fingers grazing the waistband of his boxers. rafe shuddered at the contact, his knees threatening to give out.

"you're so pathetic," you whispered, voice dripping with amusement as your hand slid lower, pressing against his hard cock through the thin fabric. "look at you. begging like a little puppy. is this how you always are, cameron? or am I just special?"

rafs didn't answer. he couldn't. his breath came in shallow gasps as your fingers worked him teasingly slow over his boxers, before finally slipping underneath it. he let out a shaky whimper, his head tipping back against the wall as your finger grazed his leaking tip.

you laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. you were in complete control, and you loved every second of it. maybe even more than you liked to admit.

"you're so easy," you teased, your hand wrapping around the base of his thick shaft and pumping him in a steady rhythm, rafe biting his lip to stifle the noises that were threatening to spill out. "all that talk, all that attitude... but deep down, you're just a desperate little boy, aren't you?"

he let out a broken sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his hands gripping the edge of the sink to keep himself upright while your hand sped up. your touch was relentless, and your smirk never dropping as you watched him unravel underneath you.

"god, you're so disgusting," you said, laced with mockery. "letting me jerk you off for some fucking yayo." rafe growled, “fuck you.” you let out a laugh, his sudden back talk leaving you unimpressed, “now you wanna act all big ‘n bad with me? shit, rafe. you’re even more miserable than i thought.”

rafe couldn’t hold back any longer, the urge to resist you was long gone as his hips jerked forward, thrusting himself into your hand. “fuck..I’m gonna—“ it didn't take long for rafe to completely lose himself, his body trembling as he released all over your hand.

the white spurts of his cum were covering your soft digits. you pulled back just as he collapsed against the sink, his legs barely holding him up as he tried to regain his composure.

you grabbed a paper towel, wiping your hands with a casualness that made rafe's cheeks burn with embarrassment. then, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" you whispered, slipping the baggie of coke into his hand.

as you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him to collect himself, you couldn't help but feel satisfied. this definitely wasn’t the last time you two crossed paths and maybe both of you were more than fine with that.

tags: @rafesbangs @rafeslacy @littlelamy @pintrestgrl @starkeyssprincess @gibson-g1rl @vampteeths @kissyrafe @bambiangels @beausling @figthoughts @starzify

[dollyfiles]

asking bsf!rafe to take your virginity

cw: rafe x fem!reader, best friends to lovers, soft dom!rafe, first time, kissing, fingering, praise, p in v (protected), degradation, fluffy, i got a little carried away so it’s kinda long..whops

“so that’s why you’re acting all akward ‘n shit?” rafe asked, leaning back against the headboard of his bed, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. his tone was calm, though curiosity and concern laced his words. you nodded, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat cross-legged on his bed. “yea…that’s it,” you muttered, heat creeping up your cheeks. “it’s stupid, i know.”

“it’s not stupid,” rafe said immediately, his brows furrowing. “but seriously, y/n… that’s the only reason?”, “yes..” you admitted, feeling embarrassed. “and i already get it, okay? you can save your dumb jokes and make fun of me later, just like the girls did.”

rafe’s expression softened. “you think i’m gonna make fun of you? c’mon, i’m not an asshole.” you glanced at him, the sincerity in his voice easing your nerves slightly. “it’s just—” you sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “i feel like a complete loser. i mean, almost 20 and still a virgin? how pathetic is that?”

“it’s not pathetic,” rafe said firmly, his voice steady. “why would it even matter? it’s not like there’s a deadline for this stuff.” you huffed, “you don’t get it,” frustration bubbling up again. “it’s not just that. tay and jill were sitting there, sharing their stories, and i couldn’t say anything. i felt like a freaking clueless kid, rafe. i don’t want to feel like that anymore. i just…i just want it to be over with already.”

rafe studied you carefully, his jaw tightening as he thought over your words. “y/n,” he started, his voice gentle but firm, “you don’t have to rush into something just because—”

“then you do it,” you blurted out, words tumbling from your lips before you could stop yourself. the room went completely silent, and you immediately regretted how direct you had been, cheeks burning as you looked at rafe, his eye wide and face turning pale as he processed what you’d just said.

“wait—what?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly, though he quickly recovered, “are you serious?” you swallowed hard, heart racing, but instead of chickening out, you met his gaze. “yea, I’m serious,” you said, “i don't want it to be with some random guy, and i don't want to feel like this anymore. i want it to be with someone i trust. and you’re the only person I trust, rafe.“

he blinked, processing what you were asking for. and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. you were his best friend, the one person he’d always been closest to, and now you were asking him to take your virginity. a million thoughts ran through his head, but one stood out; the idea of being your first didn’t just excite him—it drove him fucking wild. yet he tried to compose himself.

“y/n…” he began, feeling his resolve crumbling under the weight of your words. “are you sure about this? i mean, i don’t want you to regret anything.” you nodded, “i’m sure,” fidgeting with your shirt, “i trust you, rafe. i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t.”

he hesitated, the weight of your trust settling over him. “you’re really serious about this,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “i am,” you said, leaning forward slightly, your eyes locked on his. “you’re the person I feel the safest with, ray. please, teach me.”

the way you said it—the trust in your voice, the vulnerability—made his heart race. he swallowed hard, his throat dry, and nodded slightly. "okay," he murmured, leaning closer, his eyes piercing through yours.

rafe moved slowly, giving you every opportunity to back out. his hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in, your lips brushing only softly at first. but as you responded, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, the kiss deepened, growing more intense.

your breaths mingled, and rafe's hands moved to your waist, guiding you gently as he eased you back onto the bed. "tell me if you want to stop," he whispered against your lips, his voice low and warm.

"i won't," you assured him, biting your lip in anticipation. even though you felt super nervous, rafe’s presence calmed you down, his touch sending sparks through you. just then his fingers paused at the hem of your shirt, looking up at you with soft eyes, "can i...?"

"yes," you whispered. rafe slid the fabric up slowly, his movements deliberate and respectful. every step, every touch, was cautious, ensuring you were comfortable. he tossed the shirt aside, followed by your shorts, going until you were bare. his hands grazed your skin, pulling back slightly to take in your naked form, his breath catching in his throat.

he had seen you in bikinis countless times before, even underwear, but this—this was entirely different. the soft curves of your body, the delicate flush of your skin, the way your chest rose and fell with every nervous breath—he was utterly captivated. the fact that you had chosen him to be your first left him star-struck, a mixture of awe and protectiveness washing over him.

he swallowed hard, his fingers brushing lightly over your skin as though afraid to break you. his voice was thick with emotion as he murmured, "you're fucking perfect." you gave him a small, shy smile, your hands fidgeting slightly at your sides. rafe leaned down, kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, and the curve of your neck.

he could feel you relax beneath him, your body responding to his every move. when he reached just at your lower stomach, he paused, looking up at you with quiet intensity. "you tell me if anything feels wrong, okay?" you nodded, your heart racing. "mhm."

rafe’s hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive spot between your thighs, rubbing your clit in soft circles. the contact made you gasp, and he froze for a second, searching your face for any sign of hesitation. when he saw none he continued, his touch gentle and deliberate.

“it might feel weird or sting a little, okay? but I’ll be gentle, i promise.” he worked slowly, his fingers softly brushing through your slick folds before pushing one past your entrance. your breath hitched, winching slightly as his thick digit thrusted in and out of you, soon each motion eased the slight pain into something far more enjoyable.

rafe couldn't help but smile softly at your reactions, pride swelling in his chest as he watched you fall apart beneath his touch. "you’re doing so good," he cooed, his voice low and soothing.

your hands gripped the sheets, breaths coming faster, your head tipping back as waves of sensation washed over you. rafe stayed completely focused on you, his own desire burning inside him, but he pushed it aside. this wasn't about him. it was about you—your pleasure, your comfort, your first time being something you would never regret.

just as you felt yourself fall completely into it rafe removed his fingers from your weeping cunt, making you whine at the sudden loss of his touch. “shit, really can’t wait, can ya?” he teased, removing his own clothes before grabbing a condom from his wallet, pumping his cock a few times before rolling it down his shaft.

your breath caught in your throat as rafe stood before you, fully bare. you had expected to feel shy or embarrassed, but instead, an overwhelming sense of awe washed over you. he was perfect. his lean, sculpted body was like something out of a dream, every muscle defined, every line sharp, a literal walking god. your gaze lingered on his chest, his arms, trailing lower despite your best efforts to stop yourself. the heat in your face spread all the way to your core, and you bit your lip, trying not to openly gape at him.

rafe caught the way your eyes were literally ripping at him, the way your lips parted slightly, eyes wide with something that made his heart race and his ego burst out the roof. he chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through the room.

your eyes were fixed on him, your heart fluttering. as he moved closer, preparing to guide you into unfamiliar territory, he noticed the nervousness flicker in your eyes. your body tensed slightly beneath him, and your breaths quickened, though you didn't pull away.

"hey," he murmured, his voice soft, his hand cupping your cheek gently. "look at me." your gaze met his, and the warmth in his eyes immediately soothed some of your nerves. "you don't have to be nervous," he said, brushing his thumb along your jawline. you nodded, chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. "i know," you whispered. "i trust you, rafe."

"good," he murmured, pressing his lips onto yours while lining himself up with your entrance, his tip brushing against your puffy clit before slowly pushing inside, making you audibly gasp. he was big, actually huge, stretching you out completely. when you winced slightly, he paused, pressing soothing kisses to your cheeks, making sure you were good to go before he started rocking his hips slowly.

your hands gripped his shoulders, your body gradually relaxing under his touch, the pleasure only growing from there. rafe was careful, controlled, making sure you felt comfortable and safe. and as you grew more confident, your hands began to roam over his body, nails digging into his back as quiet whimpers escaped your lips.

"rafe," you murmured breathlessly. he paused instantly, concern flickering in his gaze. "you okay?" he asked, brushing your hair back from your flushed face. your cheeks burned, and you hesitated for a moment before looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "i want...i need more. be rougher with me, please."

rafe froze, your words igniting something deep inside him. he studied your face, searching for any trace of doubt. but your expression was certain, eyes dark with desire. "y/n..." he began, his voice low, almost strained, "are you sure?"

"yes," you whispered, voice trembling but filled with need "want you, ray. all of you." your words snapped the last thread of his restraint. his lips crashed against yours, the kiss no longer soft and tentative but harsh, almost hungry. his hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you closer as a low growl escaped his throat.

"you have no idea what you're doing to me," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough, edged with desire. "you’re so damn perfect, letting me be your first. do you know how crazy that drives me?"

your breath hitched at his words, body arching beneath him. you hadn't expected the heat that surged through you at the sound of his growly voice, making your head spin. "tell me," you whispered, voice shaking, “tell me everything."

his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he grunted, "you’re such a naughty little bunny. letting your best friend pop your cherry like this. shit—do you know how bad i’ve wanted you? how many times i’ve imagined this?" your gasp turned into a moan, your hands clutching at his shoulders, cunt clenching around his cock. "rafe..."

"you like that, huh?" he murmured, his voice dripping with need. "you like knowing how much i’ve wanted you? how long i’ve been holding back on pounding this sweet pussy?" he bit down on your shoulder, soothing the spot with his tongue as his grip on your hips tightened.

you could barely form a sentence, your mind going all fuzzy from his words and the way he made you feel. "yes," you breathed. "i love it.” rafe huffed, “say it again," he commanded, his tone firm as his movements grew more intense, abusing your wet cunt. "say you fucking love it."

"i love it," you cried out, voice breaking as you felt a tight knot forming in your lower stomach, his hips meeting yours with every thrust, "love it so much."

that broke something inside him. he couldn't hold back anymore, his movements turning fierce and desperate, thrusting into you harder, his hands and lips claiming every inch of you as his own. “that’s my girl.” he smiled through gritted teeth, feeling your cunt clench around him tighter, “gonna cum for me pretty bunny? make a mess all over my cock?”

you couldn’t hold it in anymore, arching your back as your head pressed down into the pillows, your orgasm rushing over you while crying out his name. rafe was absolutely going crazy, the sight of you cuming because of him was heaven sent, making him moan.

"you’re mine, y/n," he growled, his voice a low rumble in your ear as he helped you ride out your orgasm, “do ya’ hear me? you’re mine now. no one else gets to touch you like this."

"yes" you moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. "only you, ray." his movements grew sloppier the closer he got to releasing, his hips bucking into you, cock twitching inside your pulsing cunt as he filled up the condom with his seed, “fucking shit..”

the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing as rafe hovered over you, his arms trembling slightly as he held himself up. his chest rose and fell against yours, his cock still buried inside you. your hands were resting on his shoulders, fingers tracing the faint lines of his muscles as you tried to catch your breath. your cheeks were flushed, hair messy and splayed out on the pillow beneath, but to rafe, you had never looked more beautiful.

he dipped his head, brushing soft, featherlight kisses along your jawline, then your cheek, and finally your lips. “you’re amazing," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and breathless. "so good. you were so, so good." he pressed another kiss to the curve of your neck before meeting your gaze, his blue eyes shining with admiration. "you have no idea how proud i am of you."

you let out a soft laugh, still trying to process everything. "i don't think anyone's ever said that to me... like this," you whispered, voice tinged with a slight shyness. "well, get used to it," rafe said with a small smirk, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "because i'm never letting you go now."

tags: @rafesbangs @rafesheaven @littlelamy @vampteeths @filthyrafe @figthoughts @pintrestgrl @kissyrafe @bambiangels @beausling @starzify

[dollyfiles]

rafe cameron knows that it isn’t just LUST he feels for you

cw: mutual attraction, forbidden love, emotional betrayal, angst, inspired by the song “lust” by chase atlantic.. & for my sweet girl @dearapril <33

the humid night air clung to like rafe a second skin as he leaned against the porch railing of tannyhill, eyes fixed on the distant shoreline. the party inside was roaring—a mix of drunken laughter, loud music, and the occasional sound of bottles clinking. his friends were there, drowning in excess, but rafe had slipped outside a while ago, needing to breathe.

the drugs numbed him most nights, but tonight, he felt restless. there was something clawing at his chest, something he couldn’t ignore. and then, as if the universe wanted to punish him, the person who haunted his thoughts, stepped outside.

you. he didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. he could always feel you before he saw you.

he had no idea when it started—this pull you had on him. maybe it was the night topper introduced you to the group, laughing and draping his arm over your shoulders like you were just another accessory. at first, rafe thought you were like every other girl that hung around—beautiful, fun, disposable.

but then you smiled at him, said his name like it mattered, like he mattered. and something inside him cracked. it wasn’t like the rush he got from a pill dissolving on his tongue or the high of a line burning through his veins. it was different. he didn’t crave you in a way he did with other girls. you were different. he just liked you.

and that terrified him.

“rafe,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the thick night air.

he didn’t dare to look at you right away. he couldn’t. he was afraid of what might show on his face if he did. instead, he focused on the waves crashing in the distance. “shouldn’t you be inside with top?” he asked, his tone carefully detached, though the words felt like poison in his mouth.

you shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself against the cool breeze. “just don’t feel like it.”

finally, he looked at you. your eyes met his, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. it always did when you looked at him like that, like you could see all the dark corners of his soul and weren’t afraid of them.

you were wearing one of those simple dresses you always seemed to favor, the kind that made you look effortlessly put together. your hair was loose, framing your face, and in the dim light of the porch, you looked almost ethereal.

“you’ve been quiet lately,” you said. your voice was gentle, but there was a weight to your words, like you knew he’d been spiraling. you stepped closer, and rafe’s entire body tensed. he wanted to tell you to stop, to go back inside, to leave him alone. but he didn’t. he never could with you.

rafe laughed, a bitter sound echoing across the porch. “quite’s not really my thing, is it?”

“not really.” you tilted your head, studying him in that way you always did, like you could see right through him. it daunted him, but it also made him feel seen in a way he never had before. “you don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”

he hated how much your words got to him. hated how much he wanted to believe them. “why are you here, y/n?” he asked, his voice low.

you hesitated, both of you knew it was risky. you knew it every time you caught each others gaze from across the room, every time your conversations stretched too long, your moments together lingering on the edge of something dangerous.

but then you stepped closer, so close that he could smell the faint hint of your sweet perfume. “i don’t know,” you admitted. “but i couldn’t stay in there. not with him. not tonight.”

your words hung in the air between the two of you, heavy with implication. rafe’s heart was pounding now, a hectic rhythm that matched the chaos in his head.

“this is wrong,” he said, but even as he said it, he didn’t move away. “i know,” you whispered, gaze dropping to the ground, and for a moment, you looked so vulnerable that it made his chest ache.

rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling just underneath the surface. “i’m not… i’m not good at this. at feeling things. at caring.”

you tilted your head, gaze soft but steady. “you care more than you let on, rafe. you just don’t want to admit it.”

your words settled over him like a weight, and for once, he didn’t push them away. because you were right. he did care. he cared too much, and it scared the hell out of him.

“do you know how messed up this is?” he said, his voice raw. “you’re with topper. he’s my friend. and you’re… you’re you.”

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means i shouldn’t feel this way,” he sighed, his voice breaking. “i shouldn’t look at you and feel like you’re the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”

you bit your lip, just standing there in silence while rafe watched you. he wanted you to say it, to acknowledge what you were both pretending wasn't happening. rafe wanted to reach for you, to pull you close and tell you that none of it mattered, that he’d walk away from everything if it meant he could keep this—keep you. but he couldn’t. because no matter how badly he wanted you, he knew he wasn’t allowed to have you.

“i don’t get it,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “why are you even here? why me?”

you inched forward, so much he could see the faint freckles on your skin, the curve of your lips. “because i see you, rafe,” you said simply. “and i think you’re worth seeing.”

something inside him shattered then. he’d spent so long chasing highs, trying to fill the void with pills and powders and girls who didn’t mean anything. but you didn’t have to do anything. just being near you was enough.

“I don’t even need… I mean, I don’t—” he stumbled over his words, unsure how to explain what he felt. your eyes softened, and for a moment, you looked like you might cry. but you didn’t. instead, you reached out, your hand brushing against his cheek. it was the smallest touch, but it sent a shockwave through him.

rafe closed his eyes, simmering in your touch for a little while before softly grabbing your fragile wrist and putting it back, right next to your body. “you should go back inside,” he said finally, forcing the words out even though they felt like poison on his tongue.

you looked up at him, eyes shimmering with something he couldn’t quite name. for a moment, he thought you might argue, might tell him that you didn’t care about topper or the rules or how wrong it all was. but instead, you nodded.

“goodnight, rafe,” you said softly, your voice laced with a sadness that mirrored his own.

he watched you go, your figure disappearing into the glow of the party. and for the first time in a long time, rafe felt something other than numbness. it wasn’t comfort, exactly—it was too complicated, too messy for that—but it was something.

and as he stood there alone, staring out at the waves, he realized that you had become his new addiction. a dangerous one, maybe even more dangerous than the drugs. but unlike the pills and the powders, you made him feel alive.

tags: @vampteeths @rafesheaven @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @rafesweetie @whinyangel @plaidcowboy @filthyrafe @figthoughts @littlelamy @fawnhart @rafesdollette @starzify @rafesangelita @cherrygirlfriend @ch6rm @inspiredangel @girlyrafe @rafespreciosa @gibson-g1rl @kissyrafe

[dollyfiles]

obsessive & perverted exbf!rafe sneaking into your house to remind you he’s the only one allowed to touch you

cw: dark!rafe x fem!reader, noncon, forced penetration, unprotected sex, rough, creampie

Rafe was crouching down by the flower pot, just like he used to when you two were together, feeling for the little metal key you always hid there before finally finding it. Every step up the stairs brought him closer to you, and the voice in his head grew louder. It wasn't just obsession; it was need. A sick, twisted need to own you, to claim you again, to prove to himself that you hadn't slipped through his fingers completely.

When he reached your bedroom and saw you lying there, so peaceful, so oblivious, a wave of shame washed over him. He knew this was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't even be thinking about touching you. But the voices were taking over him.

Rafe stepped closer, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch your cheek, just like this random guy did earlier today which is why Rafe was even here in the first place. You were doing this on purpose. You had to be. Why else would you be so friendly, so flirty, right in front of him? Did you really think you could move on? Did you think he would let you?

As he climbed onto the bed, his weight barely shifting the mattress, his thoughts turned darker. He hated you for making him feel like this, hated you for pushing him to the edge. But more than anything, he hated the idea of you forgetting him. Of you giving that smile, that laugh, that body to someone else. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice rough as his hand slid down your side. "You don't get to pretend like you're not."

His hand wandered down your body, rough and possessive as he claimed what he believed was still his. Gripping your pink lace panties he pulled them down to your ankles, revealing your perfect little cunt to him. The sight almost making him cum in his pants. It had been way to long since he got to touch you like this.

You woke up with a gasp as you felt cold digits slipping through your folds, eyes wide with confusion and fear. At first, you thought you were still dreaming—it had to be a dream. Rafe wasn't here. He wasn't allowed to be here.

But his obsession had consumed him completely. He pinned your wrists above your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don't look at me like that, angel. You knew this would happen. You knew I wouldn't let you go.”

Your breath hitched as his grip on you suddenly roughened, flipping you on your tummy and pressing your face into the pillows, while every gasp, every tear, every tremble of your resistance only fueled him further. This was how he claimed you, how he reminded you who you belonged to.

You’d broken things off weeks ago, desperate to escape the toxic spiral of your love. Rafe wasn't just possessive—he was dangerous. He consumed you, broke you, shaped you into something you barely recognized.

"Rafe, please," you whispered, voice shaking as you heard the buckle of his belt. "Don't do this." But he didn't listen. He never listened. "Shh," he said, his voice soft but firm, like he was scolding a child. "This is where you belong. You know it is."

Your stomach twisted at his words, holding onto the sheets of your bed as you felt the tip of his cock push past your entrance. You wanted to fight back, to scream, to push him away—but deep down, you knew it was useless. He was stronger than you, both physically and mentally. He always had been.

As his hands gripped your hips, forcing you to submit, tears welled in your eyes, but Rafe didn't see them. Or maybe he did, and he just didn't care. To him, this was love. Twisted and consuming, but love nonetheless. He made you his doll, his perfect little angel, molding you into whatever he needed you to be. And even now, after everything, you let him. It was pathetic.

He let out a deep growl once he was fully inside you, your cunt gripping him tightly even though you wanted to vomit, your body tensing up. “Shit angel, this fucking pussy missed my cock, huh?”

You cried, shaking your head uncontrollably as if it was just a bad dream, “stop, plea—“ you yelped as he pulled your back up against his chest, Rafe’s palm finding your mouth immediately and shutting you up, not wanting to wake up your parents, who were sleeping peacefully down the hallway.

He kept on pounding into you at a rough pace, hitting so deep that you knew your walls would be permanently outstretched, your abused cunt throbbing around him, despite the disgust you felt for your ex. "You think you can just forget about me?" he whispered, his voice low and breathy, one of his hands gripping your hips so hard that he knew there’d be bruises, wanting to leave his marks on you. "Flirt with some guy like I don't exist?"

His face was so close to yours, loving the sight of your tired and tear stained face, looking so small and helpless beneath him while little whimpers and cries left your lips. It was sick. He was sick.

There was nothing you could really do except take it. He was trapping your body with his hands, tightly holding you in place. he kept pushing and pushing until he the tip of his cock hit your cervix, your cunt squeezing him tightly as your fear slowly turned into something like pleasure.

You tried to you remind yourself that this wasn't love. It wasn't passion. It was control, manipulation, obsession. But a small, dark part of you—the part you tried to bury, to forget, whispered that maybe this was exactly what you deserved. You knew Rafe was anything else than okay, and yet you let yourself fall for him, and look where that got you.

“Fuck you like that shit, don’t you? Your eager pussy is holding onto me so hard, baby. Such a cockslut.”

It seemed like there was no end in sight. Except you felt something build up in your abdomen, your walls clenching around his cock as you shakily released all over him, creaming his cock. Rafe couldn’t hide his smirk, the way your body was reacting to his touch had him weak, hips bucking into you more irregularly as he was chasing release himself.

"Fuck", Rafe muttered against your shoulder, his voice a low, guttural growl. "You're perfect. Gonna fill you to the brim.” Panic shot through you, squirming in his grip but he held you in place. His thrusts became slightly faster, each one more forceful, driving himself closer to the edge. Your body tensed, your moans muffled against the palm of his hand as you felt his cock twitch, Rafe moaning out as hot ropes of his cum spilled inside your plush walls.

Your cunt was aching as he pulled out, some of his seeds dripping out and onto your velvet sheets. To Rafe it was a sight sent from heaven itself, seeing you all fucked out on your bed, knowing he was the one that got you like this.

All you could do was lay still, your body trembling as Rafe's weight completely shifted off of you. You didn't move, didn't speak as he buckled his pants, eyes focused on you while his heart was still racing. "That’s what happens when you forget," he said, his voice cold but satisfied. "You're mine, angel. Don't make me remind you again."

You let out a quiet sob, tears soaking the silk of your pyjamas as you curled into yourself. Even though Rafe hated to see you like this he felt a weird sense of satisfaction. You were his. You’d always be his. And if you’d ever try to forget, he’d be there to remind you again. Because the thruth was; you could never really escape him.

tags .ᐟ @rafesbangs @pintrestgrl @vampteeths @ickyrafe @bambiangels @kissyrafe

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you are stalker!rafe’s new obsession

cw: dark!rafe, stalking, being rafe’s prey, obsession, explicit themes, violence, mentions of murder, knifes, blood, killing, inspired by the song “tag, you’re it.” by melanie martinez

you always felt eyes on you.

it started as an unease, a fleeting paranoia that maybe someone was watching. the first time you noticed it was in the parking lot of your favorite café.

you’d been fumbling with your keys when you felt it, that slow, suffocating pressure of being watched. but when you turned around, the only thing behind you was the golden glow of the streetlamp and the empty asphalt.

that night, you convinced yourself that you were imagining things. but then the notes started. small, carefully folded pieces of paper left under your windshield wiper. the handwriting was neat but strangely intimate, like someone whispering a secret in your ear.

“red looks good on you.”

“you shouldn’t walk alone at night.”

“i see you, sweetheart.”

your stomach twisted every time you found one. your friends laughed it off. “it’s probably some dumb guy with a crush,” they said. “creepy, but harmless.” but you knew better. and then there he was..

rafe cameron. he liked watching you. you barely knew him, but that didn’t stop him from showing up everywhere you went.

you looked soft. delicate. the kind of girl who smiled at strangers and said thank you too much. the kind of girl who had no idea how dangerous the world could be. he wondered how you’d look when you were afraid. the thought sent a slow, satisfied shiver down his spine.

it started small. a glance here, a lingering stare there. following you, just to see if you’d notice. but you never did. not at first. so, he pushed further.

one night, you woke up gasping. there was a soft and deliberate sound right outside your window. your heart pounded as you reached for your phone, hands shaking. peeling back the curtain just a bit, you saw him.

rafe.

standing beneath the streetlamp, staring at your window. a slow grin curled across his face as he saw you hiding there, watching. you shut the curtain so fast it nearly ripped off the rod.

good. he thought. the fear suited you.

the next morning, you found a fresh note tucked into your mailbox.

“run, little rabbit.”

your hands shook as you crumpled it, tightness building in your throat. you immediately told your friends. they said you were overreacting. you then told the police. they told you they couldn’t do much without proof.

that was the worst part. no one believed you. no one except rafe. and he loved that. but the real fun started when he got inside..

the first time, he didn’t take anything. didn’t break anything. just stood in your room, breathing in the scent of you—sweet, something floral, something innocent.

a single red rose was placed on your pillow one evening when you came home late. your perfume bottle—half-empty even though you hadn’t used it in days.

rafe wanted you to know he’d been there. that he could reach you whenever he wanted. that you were his.

on the night he finally decided to take you, it rained.

thunder rumbled in the distance as he stood outside your apartment, watching the glow of your bedroom window. you were in there. safe, warm, his. you just didn’t know it yet.

a click of the lock. the back door swung open with ease. you’d been good about locking it the last few nights. he wondered if you’d slipped up—or if you were getting too comfortable.

either way, it didn’t matter. rafe stepped inside, his pulse steady, movements slow. he didn’t rush. didn’t make a sound.

you were in the living room, curled up on the couch, phone in your hand. you were texting someone—he could see the soft glow of the screen lighting up your face.

you had no idea he was right there. he let the seconds stretch, savoring the moment. then, finally—he knocked. soft at first. then harder. persistent. your stomach dropped.

for a long, delicious moment, silence stretched between you. he could picture your heartbeat picking up, that sweet little pulse hammering in your throat.

you didn’t react at first. smart girl. but it was too late.

a low chuckle echoed from the dark hallway. you froze, pulling your knees to your chest. "you hide like a scared little rabbit," rafe’s voice drawled from the shadows.

he was inside.

you immediately bolted. ripping the kitchen drawer open, you snatched the first knife your fingers touched, your pulse a wild drum in your ears.

then his dark figure stepped forward. he was drenched from the storm, his shirt clinging to his chest, his blue eyes locked onto you like you were prey. he moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment.

"y/n," he murmured, tilting his head. "you weren't supposed to run yet.” your grip on the knife tightened, “get out." you screamed. his smirk deepened, amused. "now, why would I do that?"

the air in the room thickened. then—your phone rang. the shrill sound shattered the tension, and in that split second, you lunged.

the knife sliced through the air, but rafe was faster. he caught your wrist mid-swing, twisting it until the blade clattered to the floor. you gasped in pain. you made it too easy.

"you fight, too?" his breath was warm against your ear as he yanked you close, his grip rough, "i like that." you thrashed, kicking at him, but he barely flinched. the phone kept ringing. you screamed.

"you’re making this way more fun than i expected," he murmured, like this was a game. and you were his favorite new toy. your stomach lurched.

you couldn't let him win.

your eyes darted around the kitchen, searching and then your eyes caught it. the kettle. still full from when you’d boiled water earlier.

with one desperate motion, you threw yourself forward, stretching your free arm as far as it would go—fingers closing around the kettle's handle. and then you swung.

rafe screamed. the sting of boiling water shot through him. and his grip loosened just enough. you wrenched free, diving for the knife. your fingers closed around the handle, and before you could think twice—before you could hesitate—a flash of silver.

cold steel buried into his stomach. his breath hitched. the world around him tilted. his hands shot to the knife, warmth spreading beneath his fingertips, the sting sharp, alive.

and then he looked at you. you were panting. wide-eyed. but not terrified. no, this was something else entirely.

anger. power. something dark, something almost hungry. rafe’s lips twitched, his vision going hazy, but still—he grinned. you were finally playing the game.

you took a step closer, your breath shaky but your grip on the knife solid. "tag," you whispered. and then—you twisted it. "you’re it," you spat lastly.

a guttural sound escaped him, half groan, half laughter. fuck. he felt it all. the blade cutting deeper, the fire spreading through his veins, the sharp edge of death curling around him like a lover.

god, you were perfect.

his vision began to darken at the edges, but he was still grinning, teeth red with blood. his hand weakly reached for you, brushing your wrist, smearing crimson against your skin.

"shit," he rasped, his voice slurred, "you finally get it, don’t ya’?”

you yanked the knife free, and he choked, body collapsing to the floor. everything felt distant, fading—but not before he caught one last glimpse of you standing over him, fierce, wild, untouchable.

rafe had never wanted you more.

and as the world went black, the last thought that curled through his sick mind was simple.

you were finally his kind of dangerous.

a/n: something a lil different but im actually very happy with this !!

tags: @dearapril @deansbeer @rafesheaven @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @rafespreciosa @rafesangelita @rafey-baby @plaidcowboy @filthyrafe @figthoughts @drewsephrry @et6rnalsun @dulcescorderitas @littlelamy @inspiredangel @fawnhart @cherrygirlfriend @rafesweetie @hauntedfawnn @starzify

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frat!rafe calling up raven!reader for coke again, but this time he has to work for it

raven!reader mlist

cw: addict!rafe, explicit language, mutual pining, making out, degradation, fingering, rafe taking control, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

rafe paced the deck, his mind a mess. he ran a hand through his messy blond hair, his nerves frayed and his jaw tight. he’d been spiraling since the afternoon when barry had practically laughed him off his property.

"no pay, no powder, country club. try again when you've got something worth my time," barry had said, his smirk infuriating.

rafe had left humiliated and empty-handed, the craving gnawing at him with every hour that passed. by the time the sun set, he'd admitted defeat. there was only one person who could help him now, and it wasn't a call he wanted to make.

but he made it anyway. you always had this way of twisting him up, making him question himself, leaving him desperate for more. it was frustrating, really, but tonight he had no other choice.

when he finally heard the click of your boots on the planks, his heart lurched. a surge of something like fear erupted in his chest, and his throat tightened. your figure emerged from the shadows, a smirk already plastered on your face.

you’d known from the moment you saw his name flash on your phone that you were in for a good time. rafe was down bad, and you loved nothing more than seeing him being desperate.

"calling me out here at night, cameron?" you teased as you climbed aboard of the druthers, your dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "you embarrassed or something? can’t let anyone see you crawling back to me?" rafe turned to you, his body tense, “you gonna help me or not?" he muttered, his voice low, though the edge was missing.

“what's the matter? my brother not feeling generous today?" you teased, knowing he had tried to make up with barry earlier today. rafe ran a hand through his messy blond hair, exhaling sharply.

"y/n..” he sighed, his jaw clenched as he glanced away, embarrassment and frustration flickering across his features, "please..just tell me what i need to do."

"eager much, aren’t we?” you chuckled, stopping in front of him and pulling a small baggie out of your black lace bra. you dangled it in front of his face, just out of reach.

“how bad do you want it, cameron?" rafe’s breath hitched, his blue eyes locking onto the baggie like it was the answer to all his problems. "you already know i need it," he muttered.

"yeah, but i like hearing you beg for it," you teased, smirk widening. you watched him squirm, savoring every second. “please," rafe said finally, his voice cracking. "just... please."

your grin turned wicked as you leaned in close, lips brushing against his ear. "you really are a desperate little boy, aren't you?" you whispered, your tone soft but laced with mockery.

rafe's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body taut with tension. if it had been anyone else, they would've been eating gravel by now. but with you, he couldn't bring himself to push back. the way you looked at him, the way your words crawled under his skin and left him dizzy—it was driving him fucking insane.

"here's the deal," you turned the baggie over in your fingers before tucking it into back into your bra, a smirk playing on your lips. "you want this? you're gonna have to make me cum first."

rafe blinked in disbelief, "what?" his pulse racing. this wasn't what he'd expected, and for a moment, he faltered. he hesitated. was this a trap? a way for you to humiliate him again?

you paused, your smirk growing as you saw the way his cheeks flushed. "you heard me," you said, crossing your arms and tilting your head as you watched him. rafe took a step back, going through all the possibilities, "I thought.." he trailed off, his voice dropping.

"what? you thought i’d just use you like a little toy again?" you teased, your voice mocking but with a playful tone. you took a step toward him, closing the space between you, grin widening. "as much as i’d like to..not tonight, this time you're working for it."

rafe hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides as he stared at you. the last time, you’d been so in control, so commanding, and while it had been degrading, it had also been.. easy. this was different. he saw it—that glint of challenge in your eyes. and suddenly, the nerves started to fade.

you raised a brow, your smirk turning downright predatory. "what's the matter? don’t tell me you're backing out." you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "god, i'm starting to think you're still a fucking virgin or somethin."

that did it. your mocking words, the constant humiliation. he couldn’t take it anymore. rafe's expression shifted, his blue eyes narrowing as his jaw clenched. before you could laugh again, he surged forward, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that caught you by surprise, immediately grasping onto him.

he felt your hands against his chest, steadying yourself, and when you didn't pull away, his confidence grew. his lips moved against yours with a frantic energy, trying to erase your mocking words from his memory, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you could feel the heat of his palms through your jeans shorts.

you grinned against his lips, letting him take control for a moment before pulling back just enough to catch your breath. "look at you, cameron," you teased, voice breathless but still sharp. "all that fire. who knew you had it in you?"

"shut up," rafe growled, his lips crashing into yours again. the kiss was messy and uncoordinated, all teeth and tongue, but neither of you cared. he wasn't just kissing you—he was claiming you, testing the waters of control, and when he felt you start to give in, he pushed harder.

you caught him right there, sliding your hands up his chest and into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your lips. you loved how reactive he was, how easy it was to get under his skin, but there was something different tonight. he wasn't just submitting to you—he was meeting you halfway, pushing back against your dominance.

rafe quickly guided you toward the couch, his hands roaming over your body like he couldn't get enough. he was focused now, wanting to make you feel good.

so when the backs of your knees hit the edge of the cushions, he pushed you down gently but firmly, leaning over you as your lips met again. you let out a soft moan, hands gripping his shoulders as he climbed on top of you, bodies pressing together.

"you're so fucking annoying," rafe muttered against your lips, his voice thick with frustration. "and yet, you’re all over me," you shot back, grinning as you ran your sharp nails down his back.

rafe groaned, his mouth moving to your neck as he kissed and nipped at your skin, his hands sliding up your thighs and slipping under your shorts. you bit your lip, your cocky smirk faltering for the first time as rafe slid his hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

"still think i'm a virgin?" rafe murmured, his voice low and teasing. you opened your mouth to respond, but the words turned into a sharp intake of breath as he slipped one of his thick digits inside your cunt, working you fast and rough.

"shit," you muttered, head falling back against the couch as your nails dug into his shoulders. rafe smirked, his confidence growing as he watched you fall apart beneath him. his fingers worked you with practiced ease, his thumb rubbing fast circles over your clit, drawing soft gasps and moans from your lips.

you tried to keep some semblance of control, but it was slipping through your fingers with every movement of his hand, pushing in and out of your sopping hole repeatedly. "rafe..." you gasped, voice breaking as he curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made your toes curl.

your hips bucked against his hand, and he grinned down at you, his blue eyes dark. his movements grew faster as he felt you clenching around his fingers, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“fuck i’m gonna—“ you muttered out but he didn’t stop until you let out another shuddering cry, your body trembling beneath him as you came undone, coating his long digits in your slick.

you lay there for a moment, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. when you finally opened your eyes, your usual smirk was back, a little weaker than before though. you reached for your bra, pulling out the little baggie and holding it out to him.

"here," you said, your voice still shaky. "you deserve it." but rafe didn't take it. instead, he grabbed your wrist gently, pushing your hand back down. you blinked, surprised, brows furrowing as you looked up at him. "what are you doing?"

he didn't answer right away. he was staring at you, his blue eyes filled with desire, pure hunger. he was utterly captivated, every little reaction from you pulling him deeper into an obsession he hadn't realized was there. slowly, he licked his lips, his gaze dropping to your throbbing cunt. "i'm not done with you yet," he said simply, his voice soft but determined.

before you could respond, rafe shifted, his hands sliding down your sides as he positioned his face between your legs. you opened your mouth to say something, to tease him or mock him, but the words dissolved into a soft gasp as his lips pressed against your inner thigh.

"cameron..wha-" you started, but your voice faltered as his tongue flicked against your sensitive bud, sending a shockwave through your body. your dominance, your cockiness, all of it melted away in an instant as rafe sucked and licked all over your cunt.

his hands were gripping your hips to hold you in place, your head falling back against the couch, fingers threading through his hair and pulling on some locks as you let out a soft, shaky moan.

you tried. you really did. you tried to hold it together, reaching for the dominance you always wore like a second skin. but as rafe’s mouth worked you over with a fervor that bordered on worship, completely lost in the act of making you fall apart, you found yourself unraveling in ways you hadn't expected.

your hands gripped his hair tighter, hips bucking up to meet his movements. your breath hitched, chest rising and falling as you struggled to suppress the soft moans spilling from your lips.

"fuck you, rafe" you muttered, voice shaky, trying to inject some of your usual sharpness into it. but in vain, your words made rafe chuckle into your core, sending vibrations through your whole body. he glanced up at you briefly, his lips curving into a faint smirk. he could see it—your slipping composure, your struggle to hold onto your control. and he fucking loved it.

your toes curled, head pressing into the cushions as he pushed you closer and closer to your second release. it was then that it hit you, a realization that made your chest tighten even as your body burned with lust—you needed this. you needed him.

not just the way he made you feel, but the push and pull of it all—the way he made you fight to hold onto your control, while still letting you set the tone. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

it scared you. no one had ever made you feel like this before, like the perfect blend of submission and opposition. and you weren’t used to being scared. by now his tongue was fucking your weeping hole with ease, making not only you feel dizzy.

rafe was eating you like a man starved, full on pussy-drunk. “lemme feel ‘ya come on my tongue..” he mumbled against you, the warmth of his breath sending even more pleasure to your body. you let out a sharp cry as the tension inside you snapped, limbs trembling as you came all over his tongue.

rafe didn't pull away immediately, he loved tasting you. he was doomed. the way you surrendered to him, the way your composure shattered, it was addictive.

his movements grew gentle, coaxing you through the aftershocks until you whimpered softly and tugged at his hair to stop him, the overstimulation becoming too much. "okay," you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "okay, you can stop."

he pulled back, sitting up slightly, his hair was a mess, his lips swollen and coated with your wetness. his blue eyes locked onto yours before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. finally, you forced yourself to sit up, brushing your hair out of your face as you looked at him.

"not bad, cameron," you said, your voice sharper than it had been a moment ago. you leaned back, crossing your arms and smirking at him. "didn't think you’d even eat pussy. let alone like that."

rafe didn't respond right away. he was still staring at you, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his own breath. something had definitely shifted between you two, and you both knew it. you tried to brush it off, tried to pretend like it didn't matter, but rafe’s silence made you uneasy. "what?" you asked, raising a brow.

he leaned back on his hands, lips quirking into a slight grin. "nothing," he said, his voice low and rough. "just didn't think i'd ever see you like that." he eyed you up and down, still watching you try to piece yourself together. "like what?" you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

"a fucking bimbo," rafe said simply, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. you couldn’t stop your mouth from dropping open at his words, definitely taken aback by his sudden cockiness.

“stop or im gonna punch that ugly grin off of you!” you glared at him, yet his confidence only swelled, a newfound realization settling over him. he might be addicted to the powder, but he was utterly, helplessly obsessed with you.

and he wasn't the only one. you might have been trying to pretend like you hadn't completely enjoyed every second of it, but deep down, you knew the truth. for the first time, someone had made you fold—and you weren’t sure if you hated it or wanted more.

tags: @vampteeths @rafesheaven @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @lacehartz @pintrestgrl @whinyangel @littlelamy @filthyrafe @bambiangels @bambrinaa @drewscoquette @figthoughts @beausling @starzify @cherrygirlfriendy @plaidcowboy

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how cherub!reader and older!rafe met

cherub!reader mlist

cw: age gap, lying, bit of religious themes, mentions of violence

rafe cameron didn’t do charity. he didn’t give back to the community. hell, he barely gave a shit about anyone but himself. and yet, here he was, standing outside some run-down church, watching a bunch of people set up tables with canned goods and sweet pastries, all smiles and gentle words. it made his skin crawl.

his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his neon COMMUNITY SERVICE vest crumpled inside his backpack where no one could see it. there was no way in hell he was wearing that thing—no one needed to know why he was here.

no one needed to know that just a few nights ago, he was throwing fists in the back of some shitty bar, blood on his knuckles, laughing as some guy hit the floor, lips busted.

fifty hours. fifty fucking hours of serving the community, handing out food, and smiling at people who’d probably cross the street if they saw him outside of this place.

rafe rolled his shoulders, exhaling sharply. the morning sun made his head pound as he kicked a stray rock on the pavement. the whole thing felt like a sick joke. he wasn’t built for this.

a group of volunteers was bustling around, all pastel-dressed, bright smiles on their faces, do-gooders setting up tables with bread and other supplies. the smell of cheap coffee and fresh cookies lingered in the air, mixing with the distant scent of old wood from the chapel. he already hated it here.

he was about to light a cigarette—because screw it, what were they gonna do, arrest him?—when a voice, soft and almost too sweet, pulled him from his thoughts.

“hi there!”

rafe clenched his jaw before turning, fully prepared to tell whoever it was to fuck off—but then he saw you. and for the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t know what to say. for a moment, he just stared.

you were standing in front of him, the morning light making your sliky hair glow like a halo. big, innocent eyes framed by long lashes, glossy lips just barely parted in a soft smile. you wore a modest little dress, hands clasped in front of you as if you had never once had an unkind thought.

you had always been taught to see the good in people. it was how you were raised—kindness first, always welcome, never judge too soon. but when you saw him, something in your chest stirred. you had never seen him before. not in service, not at the charity events, not even around town. he was… different.

rafe bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the contrast between you two like a slap to the face. he was all rough edges and bad intentions, still carrying the scent of whiskey and cologne from the night before. and you—you looked untouched. untainted. like you had never met someone like him in your entire life.

this place was crawling with people like you. he’d seen them before. good girls. church girls. the kind that probably grew up saying grace before dinner, sleeping in beds with stuffed animals, listening to their daddies like their words were law. the kind of girl that would never survive in his world.

and yet, you weren’t afraid of him. didn’t even hesitate to walk right up to him, all smiles and sunshine. “are you new?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at his face which he was hiding underneath a baseball cap.

your voice was soft, patient, like you had all the time in the world for him. and it should’ve annoyed him, should’ve made him want to laugh in your face and tell you to get lost. but he just… stood there.

rafe clenched his fists, fighting the urge to say something sharp, something to make you stop looking at him like that. like he was good. instead, he forced his shoulders to relax, slipping into something more comfortable, almost charming.

“yeah,” he said smoothly, taking off this cap and running a hand through his messy hair, before putting it back on. “just… helping out.” it was a lie, of course it was, but it slipped from his tongue so easily it almost felt like the truth.

your lips parted slightly, warmth blooming in your chest. helping out. it shouldn’t have surprised you—shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter—but it did. you had thought, just for a moment, that he didn’t belong here. he looked rough around the edges, the kind of boy your father would frown at.

but maybe you had been wrong. maybe he wasn’t what he seemed.

someone so obviously different from the usual faces at your father’s church was rare. he looked older than you, maybe by a few years, tall and built in a way that made him seem strong. his dark blonde hair sticking out underneath the cap, upper lip dusted with the shadow of a mustache and stubble.

but it was his eyes that caught your attention the most—something sharp, something dark lurking beneath the surface. but it didn’t scare you. no, it only made you curious.

“that’s wonderful!” you said, voice full of sincerity. “we always love having new people in the community.”

rafe nearly smirked. if only you knew.

you had no clue. no clue that he didn’t give a shit about giving back. no clue that he’d rather be anywhere but here. no clue that the only reason he was here was because the alternative was worse.

you had no clue that you should probably stay far, far away from him. no idea that a guy like him could ruin a girl like you. but instead, you were standing right in front of him, looking at him like you actually believed he belonged here.

rafe wet his lips, exhaling slowly through his nose as he let his eyes linger on you for a second too long. “yeah,” he muttered, his voice lower now, rougher. “guess i’m part of the community now.”

you beamed. and rafe, for the first time in a long, long time, felt something unfamiliar crawl up his spine. like maybe, just maybe, he wanted to hear you say his name in every single one of your prayers.

tags: @gibson-g1rl @girlyrafe @beausling @bambiangels @rafesheaven @rafescokewhore @rafesprecious @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @rafesangelita @rafespreciosa @dearapril @drewsephrry @doestarkey @littlelamy @maybanksbaby @sematarygirls @cherrygirlfriend @anqelrafe @plaidcowboy @anqelrafe @inspiredangel @rafekisser @whinyangel @prncesschloe @kissyrafe @et6rnalsun @maybanksbaby @fawnhart @rafesweetie

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