#kelce obx imagine

[rafecameronssl4t]

hey! could u do a rafe x reader with kinda the grumpy and sunshine/ mean to everyone but me trope? like the reader is super girly and a total sweetheart like wouldn’t hurt a fly and no one expected rafe to be able to pull her? maybe like other guys have made moves on her but for some reason she only wants him

Untouchable || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: THANK U FOR THE REQUEST!!!!! (the gif above is what I envision Rafe's appearance to be in this fic)

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1,178

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

"Oh look, Rafe's here," Chelsea leans in to whisper to all of you girls. All heads turn to where she is subtly pointing. Rafe Cameron, with his buzzed hair and brooding expression, strides through the country club, his presence commanding attention.

You can't help but notice how your friends’ eyes widen, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Kaycee sighs, shaking her head. "It's such a shame he's so grumpy and mean all the time. He's good-looking, but that attitude just ruins everything."

A few of the girls agree with her words, their eyes still on Rafe. You're about to respond when you catch Rafe’s gaze from across the club. His intense blue eyes lock onto yours, and to your surprise, he starts walking toward your table. Your friends' chatter fades into the background as he approaches, and you can feel the tension rising.

"Guys?" Kaycee whisper yells, her eyes darting nervously between you and Rafe. Before you can answer, Rafe is standing beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.

Your friends silently watch as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. The world seems to pause for a moment, the only sound your heart pounding in your chest. When he finally pulls away, he gives you a smile that’s reserved just for you. "Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and intimate. You smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Hey, Rafe."

Your friends are staring, their mouths open in shock. Kaycee looks like she might faint, and Chelsea's eyes are so wide they might pop out of her head. You can practically hear their thoughts racing. "Hi ladies," Rafe nods his head to your friends as they all stumble across a response.

Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the reaction. "I'll see you later yeah?" he murmurs as you hum in response, giving you one last squeeze before heading to his own table. As he walks away, your friends erupt into a flurry of whispers and exclamations. "Are you serious?" Lily asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You and Rafe Cameron?"

You shrug, attempting to play it cool but failing miserably. "Yeah, we've been seeing each other for a while now." Kaycee shakes her head, still in shock. "I can't believe you didn't tell us! All this time, we thought you were just committed to your single streak."

Jada's eyes practically sparkle with excitement. "Not gonna lie, I've been rooting for you two since our days at Kook Academy." You laugh. Across the club, you see Rafe sitting with his friends, who are equally stunned by what they just saw. They keep glancing over at you, clearly trying to piece together how their friend who was notorious for not doing relationships end up with you.

Rafe catches your eye and gives you a wink, his usual grumpiness replaced with a rare, genuine smile as you smile back.

~

As Rafe walks away from your table, the whispers and gasps of your friends gradually fade into the background. You watch him stride confidently across the pool area, his usual brooding expression softened by a small, private smile. He reaches his table, where his friends are already in various states of shock and confusion.

Kelce is the first to speak, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "Dude, what was that?" He leans forward, his eyes wide with surprise. "You're telling me you bagged Y/n Y/l/n?"

Rafe drops into his seat and picks up his drink, taking a long sip before answering. "Yeah, we’ve been together for a while now." His tone is casual, but you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he lets the news sink in.

Topper, who has been silent until now, finally finds his voice. "How the hell did that happen?" he asks, still staring at Rafe as if he's grown a second head. "She’s turned down just about everyone on this island who’s tried, and that includes me!"

Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the attention. "That's just cause you guys aren't me" he says with a cocky smirk. "Or maybe I just didn’t give up." The table falls silent for a moment as his friends process this new information. Then, one by one, they start to bombard him with questions.

"How long have you been seeing her?" asks Kelce, still trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Why didn’t you tell us?" adds Topper, his tone a mix of hurt and curiosity. "And how did you even get her to go out with you?" another friend chimes in.

Rafe leans back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed and confident. "We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now," he begins, glancing over at you with a soft smile. "I didn’t tell you guys because we wanted to keep it private. Didn’t want everyone in our business, you know?"

Topper raises an eyebrow. "And how did you manage to win her over? She’s not exactly known for giving people a chance." Rafe laughs, a deep, genuine sound that surprises even himself. "Honestly, it wasn’t that hard," he admits with a grin.

"I had my eyes on her for a while. She’s smart and doesn’t put up with any bullshit. 'S what I like about her." He glances over at you again, mesmerised by how radiant you looked, giggling at something your friend said.

His friends exchange looks, a mix of admiration and incredulity on their faces. It’s clear they’re seeing a side of Rafe they never knew existed. "Wow, man," says Kelce, shaking his head with a grin. "I never thought I’d see the day when Rafe Cameron is all soft and in love." Rafe playfully rolls his eyes, "You guys are idiots."

Topper claps Rafe on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Good for you, dude. Seriously. If anyone can handle your grumpy ass, it’s her." Rafe laughs again, the sound blending into the ambient noise of the country club. He glances back over at you, catching your eye once more. You smile at him, a warmth spreading through your chest as you see the genuine happiness in his eyes.

[rafesaddiction]

The tight end (or: Football Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You need to study for your exams and Rafe wants to watch the football game with his friends. Studying is boring and you need a little help from the boys. Rafe is not pleased.

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, spanking, rough sex, p in v, semi-public sex (they can hear you), fingering (they sure can see that), possessiveness, kinda size kink cause rafe is big, bratty!reader, grumpy!rafe, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, amused!barry, curious!kelce, i-can't-with-this!topper

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging @dream-pink , @dope-trope-105 since this is most definitely Rafe Cameron smut. Enjoy!

a/n This is none of the stuff I said I was working on, just something short to indulge myself. Something light and fun. It kinda takes place in the same “universe” as Hole Practice, but it's not part 2. Comments, reblogs and likes are more than welcome. They keep me from going insane. Go Panthers!

“Gonna get myself another beer,” Rafe groaned as he lifted himself of the la-z-boy.

“Might need something stronger to suffer through this shit show.”

He looked at Barry who had made the comment and was pointing at the tv screen with his beer bottle.

On the screen the Panthers were literally fucked up the ass. And they deserved it as they delivered their worst performance ever. This game really sucked. Rafe hadn't bet any money, but he took it kinda personal when his favorite team performed this shitty. It totally ruined his mood. To be fair, it didn’t take much to ruin Rafe's mood, but this was like in the top 20 of mood-ruining events. And this was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, watching the game with his friends. Yeah, Barry was now officially one of his friends and none of Rafe's kook friends ever doubted his status – if they had, that would totally have ruined Rafe's mood.

“While you're at it, pretty boy, fetch me another one too,” Barry shook his half-empty bottle and grinned at Rafe, who had stopped on his way to leave the living room.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Rafe said in a sarcastic tone, frowning.

“You have some of these tiny snack bites? Diced cheese with a toothpick?”

Rafe shot Barry a deathly glare, who just chuckled.

“Uhm, I'd like another beer, please,” Topper's voice came from the left and Rafe's head spun around, making the blond shrink into the couch and mumble some sort of apology. Next to him, Kelce snickered.

Frowning, clenching his jaws, Rafe went to the kitchen – without killing one of his friends, yet.

Still frowning, Rafe rummaged through the fridge to get four bottles of beer. There were actually some cheese bits, which he left there, but he took a bag of chips out of the pantry, and returned to the living room.

And stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the beer at the sight of you sitting on the armrest of Barry's la-z-boy. You had your back to Rafe and were obviously engaged in some very intense conversation with Barry. You had drawn up your legs and were kinda kneeling sideways on the armrest. You wore one of Rafe's t-shirts, too big for you, but barely covering your ass. Your legs were naked – apart from the cat paw socks you wore.

“What are you doing here?”

You were not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be upstairs, studying for your upcoming exam. You were definitely not supposed to be cuddling up to Barry.

Rafe was fuming as you craned your head back to him and gazed at him with innocent eyes.

When you saw him, a sweet smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Rafey.” Rafe flinched at the hideous nickname, but you continued speaking. “I was looking for you. I needed some help with opening a water bottle and Barry was so nice to help me.”

Barry sat up, looking at Rafe, winking at him and showing said water bottle.

“Always a pleasure to help a damsel in distress,” he said, his gold tooth showing as he grinned at Rafe whose face had turned red by now, his features tensed up, his nostrils flaring.

“And now he’s telling me all about the tight end.”

You smiled.

Barry grinned.

Kelce snickered.

Topper choked.

Rafe growled.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But –” you turned towards Rafe, your feet dangling from the armrest, you looked up at him, pouting.

“Now!” Rafe barked and you flinched.

Having put the bottles and chips on the coffee table, Rafe walked up to you, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you with him, despite your squealing protests.

Rafe sat you down on the kitchen island. You looked at him, with big eyes and sulky lips. His hands rested on either side of you.

“The fuck were you doing? I specifically told you not to come downstairs!”

He glared at you through narrowed eyes, tilting his head to the side.

You lowered your gaze, your fingers playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“I was bored,” you admitted in a soft voice. Then you looked up, just with your eyes, meeting his.

“Please don't be mad at me,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, effectively directing his gaze. Then your lips parted, you breathed out and he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. “Rafey…”

He let out an angry growl, grabbed you, flipped you around and you squealed as your chest was pressed down on the hard surface of the kitchen island. Rafe shoved up your t-shirt and his hand hit your butt, only covered by your pink lace panties.

“Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again!” Rafe growled between gritted teeth and each word was accompanied by a slap on your ass.

You cried out, then tried to muffle your cries and whimpers by covering your mouth with both your hands, as Rafe gave your ass a very thorough spanking. He didn't care that your whining and crying could surely be heard in the living room as he hadn't bothered to close any of the doors.

One hand holding you down as you tried to wriggle your way out, while his other hand mercilessly slapped your ass and thighs, leaving marks in the form of his hand print.

His palm started burning and your skin must have felt as if in flames by now.

He was panting heavily behind you, his eyes on your ass as he pulled down your panties. He noticed the soaking wet stain and his hard cock twitched inside his pants.

You were a whimpering mess, your body trembling and only focused on the burning sensation his hand had caused, or you would have noticed what he was up to and you would surely have complained that you were still too sore from when Rafe had fucked you under the shower this morning.

You cried out as he pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy. He growled as he felt your walls clamping around him. He gave your already sore ass another slap, then started thrusting into you in a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, punishing you by using your body to satisfy his own needs. Your cries turned into whimpering sounds as he gave you what your body so desperately craved for.

Whatever you tried to say came out as a whining noise. His name was the only intelligible word you were able to utter.

“Rafe,” you cried.

“Rafe,” you moaned.

“Rafe,” you begged.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you up, made you turn your head and his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, devouring and bruising. He felt you clench so hard around him and moaning into his mouth as you came around him. Pushing your trembling chest flush against the surface, he fucked you through that orgasm, savoring your heated body's uncontrolled convulsing, your shameless moaning and enjoying knowing that he did this to you, that he was the only one who made you feel this way.

Rafe came with a groan, his cock buried up to the hilt inside your soaking pussy, filling you with his hot cum. He felt how you tensed up at the sensation and your walls clenched, milking him.

When he pulled out, you whimpered.

“Shhh…” He caressed your back as he cleaned you with a kitchen towel and put your panties back on.

Rafe cradled you into his arms and carried you back to the living room.

Barry chuckled, but didn't say a word as Rafe shot him a menacing glance.

Rafe reclined in his chair and you cuddled up to him, burying your face at his heaving chest. You were still trembling, your legs drawn up to your own chest and you were clinging to Rafe, when he caressed your back with one hand, the other hand holding a beer bottle as he focused on the screen again where the Panthers had somehow managed to turn the game around.

Rafe's hand trailed along your thigh and you flinched. You pressed your mouth against his chest and he heard you whimper as his fingers brushed over the sore skin. And not only he could hear your little whining sounds has he grabbed your ass.

Barry looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then grinned at Rafe, slightly shaking his head, lifting his bottle to drink.

Kelce licked his lips as his eyes moved over your body.

Topper stared at the tv screen, clutching his bottle so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Rafe’s hand shoved your shirt up, rubbed over your bruised cheek. His fingertips pushed your panties to the side and slid between your folds, eliciting a sweet mewling sound from your lips.

[sexilene]

thinking about rafe, topper, and kelce, helping to teach you how to drive….

you were about to be gifted a pretty new car for your birthday but you still didn’t know how to drive so the boys said they’d help teach you! you stood in the shade picking at your nails as the boys planned an easy enough route for you to practice on without hitting anything or anyone. 

“can we get going pleaseee, you guys can trust me- i read a car manual once, i know how things work….”

“fine, we should be alright i guess…” rafe mumbles as he opens the drivers side car door for you to hop in, he sticks out his hand for you to grab to help you climb into his truck. with rafe in the passenger seat next you, top and kelce in the back you put on the seat belt and place your hands onto the steering wheel to wait for instructions. 

“i can’t believe you are lettin' her use your car man.” kelce shakes his head with wide eyes 

“it’s better than lettin’er practice in one of yours, mine the safest one if anything were to happen.” rafe turns his head back to you “j’us don’t crash…kay?”

“mmhm…how do i start?”

rafe, with his tendency to stress easily, guiding you through the basics of starting the car and adjusting the mirrors. his hands grip on the steering wheel as he instructs you like a child to put your foot on the brake pedal.

"kay, slow and steady now babydoll" rafe says, his voice stern yet soft, letting go of the wheel so you could try keeping it straight. "we don't want to accelerate too quickly, jus' easeee onto the gas...not too much!" you press down on the pedal with your foot as the car moves forward a few inches then breaks suddenly causing everyone in the car to jolt forward. 

“jesus!!…” topper breathes out, both him and kelce then grip onto the handles on the inside roof of the car.

"oh god, i'm sorry!" you wince

“s’alright s’fine just try- try again…” topper encourages as you place your foot back on the gas pedal again

slowly you start to get the hang of it, cruising slowly down the street at a decent pace, everyone seems to be relaxed as you are gaining confidence behind the wheel. then your phone starts to ring, you look down to were you set it down near the cup-holders which causes you to lose a little control of where you are going and makes the car swerve slightly and speed up. 

“EYES ON THE ROAD!” they all shout boyishly, panicked and clearly stressed. rafe’s hand flies out in front of you to emphasize its importance.

“that might be kie, can i get it?” 

“NO!!!” they all shout again

“jeez, ohkay!”

kelce mutters little prayers under his breath "please, let us survive this.” you let out a nervous yelp when up ahead you see a squirrel just chilling in the middle of the road.

“what do i do!”

“JUST SLOW DOWN!” “EYES ON THE ROAD!” the boys shout overlapping their panicked voices, you scream and squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away.

“NO HEY! DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY!?” rafe shouts all rambly

“ohkay!” you hit the breaks just before the squirrel scampers off up a tree.

“ALRIGHT OUT.” rafe commands, pushing his hair back out of his face, then unbuckling you. “I’m driving the way back, switch.”

as rafe gets out of the passenger seat and rounds the hood of the car to get into the driver seat as you climb over the armrests to get to your new seat. 

“jesus kid��you know what?...you wanna go somewhere in your new car? call me and i’ll take you wherever you wanna go….s’dangerous havin' you out on the roads like this.” rafe huffs as he starts the car again.

“we almost died!” topper lets scoff almost in disbelief at how things took a turn.

“I got slightly distracted! wasn’my fault.”

i luvvvv the kook trio

[drewsephrry]

being a kook moodboard

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron - Masterlist

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Epilogue

[rafesgoldrings]

One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn’t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @cherryniceties @dreamingwithrafe @congratsloserr @fulla02reads @madelynie @xyzstar (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged since this includes Kelce so just let me know!) @outerbankspov

[granddaughterofdemeter]

like a Moth to a Flame

pt.1

masterlist

you never do choose the right guys...

[cheater+ex!jj maybank x fem!reader x toxic!rafe cameron]

warnings: cheating, insecure!reader

summary: jj cheats on you and you decide to break up

Not going to lie, dating JJ in any way was not expected.

Sure, you're best friends with Kiara and Sarah, even after Kiara's Kook year, but you didn't live exactly on the Cut or Figure 8. Your family is middle class, your dad is working as a computer engineer and your mother was a nurse, so not rich nor poor, just average.

Just normal.

That's why when you saw JJ sneaking another girl out of the Chateau after a big party, you weren't surprised, just...disappointed.

You weren't really a Pogue or a Kook, it didn't feel like you were enough for either of those two sides.

No matter how many times your friends told you otherwise, so when you saw another Pogue being pulled out of their house...

"JJ...?" A gentle whisper called out his name. He raised his head and stared straight into the [e/c] eyes of his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend.

Unlike you, Kiara wasn't shocked into silence.

"God, what is wrong with you, JJ!" She snapped, grasping your upper arm and pulling you away. He grabbed your other wrist, yanking you to him and breaking Kiara's grasp.

"It's not what it looks like, Princess. I just saw her in the kitchen and-"

"JJ, we saw you..." Pope grimaced, avoiding his friend's betrayed gaze.

"I- JJ, why would you..." You choked on your words before tears started to fall. "Did I do something?" The pale hand he still had on your wrist started to burn.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" He wiped the tears from your eyes before leaning in. That itself made Kiara nearly launch herself at him with an axe but Pope quickly made a save.

"Jesus, Kie!" He whispered, giving the miffed girl a stern glare.

You pushed JJ away, turning your head away from him.

"I think we should-"

"No."

You scoffed, the shock wearing off and leading to anger.

"Let's go and let them...talk." John B's voice silenced all of them as they realized that both of you needed time to yourselves. He sent you a sympathetic stare before leading the others back into the house.

When they finally leave, you focus back on the blonde boy in front of you with his regretful electric blue eyes.

"What do you mean by 'No'?"

"No, we can't break up." He bit his lip, staring down at the wet sand.

"Too bad, I wanna break up, so we're gonna break up."

"I physically can't...that'll mean that you don't love me anymore..."

"I don't know why you still think I love you. You cheated on me!" Your anger alerted the shaggy, blonde, haired boy that there clearly should be begging involved.

"But you-I love you!" His desperate tone caught your attention, but you refused to feel any differently.

You were lying, you were surprised JJ hadn't caught on, he used to understand you like you were his second skin. And that made it sad when he fell for your lies.

Of course, you still loved him, that wouldn't change, but it needed to start somewhere.

And it started with a lie.

"Bye...Maybank."

"Princess! Please..." But you left him standing there, alone.

Without you.

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I genuinely thought I could go through the breakup and rafe being toxic and jj being jealous right here rn

it didnt happen

this will be a series.

[witchwyfe]

best way to spend a summer day - kook friend group

pairing - (non-canon) platonic!kook friend group x female reader, (non canon) platonic!rafe cameron x female reader, (non canon) platonic!topper thornton x female reader, (non canon) platonic!kelce x female reader

précis - golfing with the boys!

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, language

word count - 818

"What if we--"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please angel, we'll only do 9 holes and then buy you lunch after." Topper, ever the mediator, offers.

"You were gonna buy me lunch anyway."

Rafe rolls his eyes and you snicker, leaning back in the lounge chair you're resting in.

"I just don't understand why this how y'all want to spend your time. Kelce's internship and Rafe's study abroad start in one month, we're wasting our one month of summer by fucking hitting balls on grass."

You're met with three glares and simultaneous responses.

"Okay, you can't say 'we' if you haven't even been going."

"There is way more technique than just hitting balls."

"Hey!"

"And what would you suggest we do then, mamas?" Kelce asks, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses. 

Your face warms at being put on the spot, three gazes stuck patiently on you.

"I don't know, shopping on the mainland, movie nights, brunch at the island club--"

"You can have island club drinks on the golf cart!" Rafe exclaims, throwing his arms up before slapping them at his sides. "And we'll get brunch afterwards."

You sigh dramatically. "9 holes? Not 18?"

Rafe smiles, knowing they've already won. "Of course."

Topper picks you up bright and early the next morning, Rafe and Kelce already packed into the backseat with one set of clubs, the other two in the trunk.

"Morning boys." You smile sarcastically, climbing into the front passenger seat.

"Good morning mamas." Kelce smiles. "Thank you for coming."

"Hm, y'all better make it worth my while." You joke.

"Getting to spend time with your best friends isn't worth it?" Rafe asks, feigning offense.

"Shut up," You groan. "You guys know I love you. Even when you make me golf."

They all made a big deal about your new Lululemon golf dress, and promise to take cute pictures of you in the golf cart, all by the time you pull up to the country club.

You juggle your sunglasses, phone, and water bottle once Rafe opens the door for you.

"Thank you Rafe," You smile, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. "You're such a gentleman."

You wait with Kelce while the other two go to get the cart. You let their clubs stay propped up against your legs so that don't fall to the ground.

Topper takes the purple Stanley--that he got you for Christmas--from your hands and sets it into the cup holder. You help them load up their clubs then you're making yourself comfortable in the front again.

"Do they sell cocktails at the beverage carts?" You wonder. "Or should I grab one now before we go?"

"Think they only sell beer, babe." Kelce frowns. "And they don't allow open cups on the course."

You groan, leaning your head back. Rafe digs around in his golf bag, brandishing a small bottle of champagne.

"Don't worry bestie girl, we didn't forget about you." He smiles, shoving the bottle back inside. "Gonna get you some orange juice from the bev cart and you can make a mimosa."

"Rafe!" You cry, throwing your arms around him. "You're the best!"

"I know, I know," He smirks. "Aren't you glad you came with us, now?"

"I guess," You grumble, playfully rolling your eyes.

You sit comfortably in the golf cart, while your friends play, sipping on the mimosa Rafe mixed you, scrolling on social media, and occasionally reminding the boys to reapply their sunscreen.

Kelce even dragged you out to take a swing and they all cheered you on when you failed miserably, taking a sloppy bow before skipping back to the golf cart.

Once you’re back at the club, seated at your favorite table, you’re lightly clasping your mimosa glass in your hand—this one prepared by your waiter and not Rafe with his Blender bottle.

“I think it tasted better when you made it, Rafe.” You frown, taking another sip anyway.

“'Course it did.” He grins smugly. 

You pull a lip gloss from the handy pocket in your golf outfit, coating a thick layer over your lips. You take your napkin and work it over the rim of your glass too, even though you'll get more gloss stuck to it on your next sip.

"You're just one of the boys, aren't you?" Topper teases, just to mess with you.

You cap your gloss and set it on the table, narrowing your eyes into a glare at Topper. "No, I am not."

 "Yeah, she's like our bratty little sister." Rafe pipes up, reaching over the table to steal a handful of your fries. 

"Yeah, I'm the bratty one." You smack Rafe's hand, grinning when he whines. "And I'm literally older than you, Rafe."

"By like two months!" He argues.

"Okay and?" You retort. "Still older."

He makes a point by stealing more of your fries.

"Brat. You know you're the one paying for those, right?"

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[keyh0use]

Shitpost...20? Help me out y'all

[tvmblrluv]

kook moodboard

[sexilene]

How do you think going to the gym with the kook trio would be like?

I love your blog by the way!!! ❤️❤️

thank youuu!! this is so cuteee!! going to the gym w the boysss!

today rafe, top, and kelce convinced you join them for a little gym sesh at the country club with the promise of some dessert and a martini after. as you entered with the boys the sound of weights clanking and music played in the background filled the atmosphere. 

"s'nice in here!" you smile and look up at rafe who is guiding you to where he wants to start first. "you wanna watch and then i'll teach you yeah?" he says grabbing your hair lovingly from behind to get it out of your face, like a makeshift ponytail. "mkay i'll watch you." you look over to see top and kelce have gone to to their own thing not to far away. rafe sits down to bench press as you stand behind him to "spot" him as if you could ever lift that thing up.

"jus' gonna do a few of these, 110kg maybe 4 or 5." he just talks as if you know what that means, you nod and watch him start to lift, muscles workin', sweat forming, you watch him and your heartbeat increases he just looks so masculine and watching him is just so-

"you wanna try now babydoll?" he asks sitting up, bringing you back from your day-dreamy thoughts. 

"okay but go easy..." you sigh, you reach out your hand to poke at his shoulder muscle then to squeeze his bicep.  

"ya like that?" he grins. "rate out of 10 baby" 

"10/10! i love your muscles and when you are all sweaty..." you giggle and sit down on the bench. "i know you do." he tilts his head to press a kiss to your cheek and then he removes the difficult weights and just leaves the bar for you to try.

"the bar is 20kg so just take it nice n easy, arch your back a little f'me" his words make your heart melt a little and leave you wanting to press your thighs together. "hands wider and lift....to under your chest kay?" he hovers over the bar with one hand just in case as you start to lift it and bring it down. "atta girl there you go..." he praises as you lift it back up and onto the little resting handles. "easy yeah?" he asks and you nod. 

"it was kinda light!" you giggle all flushed. 

"you wanna do 25 each side now?" you asks and you shake your head willing to try it. 

"kay just do what you did before kid, m'right here" he places the weights on and guides you as you lift it, bring it down and back up again. 

"niceeee baby, really nice, how do you feel?" he leans closer to you from behind. "i feel like m'not ever going to hit chest again." you giggle. 

topper and kelce come over, top hands you some water and you take a few sips before handing it back to him. "feel my heartbeat!" you pant, grabbing toppers hand to place on top of your tit. "mmh oh wow!" topper's eyebrows raise and he blushes feeling your heartbeat...and your tit.

"none of that shit." rafe smacks his hand away, pissed he's touching you at all, and you oblivious of what you said, smile and turn to find the exit to get your drink and maybe a tiramisu.  

"can i feel?" kelce asks with a smirk which causes rafe to turn to him like he can't believe he just asked that and glares at him. "fuck no." he huffs then turning to where you were standing then realizing you have already wandered off like a curious puppy to get what you were promised. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

[drewsephrry]

kook besties with the big 3

inspo creds to the lovely @erwinsvow

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part II)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, angst, smut, drug use, alcohol use, takes place during season one, the usual

Summary: You never really felt like you belonged anywhere. Your father was a pogue, your mother a kook. You felt out of place in The Cut, in Figure Eight, at the Academy. And Rafe Cameron certainly didn’t make things easier, he knew how to push your buttons, grinding your gears in just the right way, but he loved the little game you two played.

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You groaned as you woke up in the morning, your head just absolutely pounding. An arm was wrapped around your waist holding you flush against someone’s chest and your legs were tangled up with someone else’s legs. You were scared to open your eyes, because you recognized that person’s scent. You knew exactly who it was. You squeezed your eyes together before opening them, blinking a couple times as your vision came to focus. When you opened your eyes your suspicions were confirmed. You were in Rafe Cameron’s bedroom.

Fuck.

You tried to slowly get up, untangling yourself from Rafe, only for him to tighten his grip on your waist.

“Rafe, I have to get up.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you tried to sit up again. Finally Rafe let go of you and you stood up and quietly moved around the room collecting your dress and shoes.

“Keep the shirt.” Rafe mumbled into his pillow right before you were about to leave. Just as you opened the door the one thing you didn’t want to happen, was happening. Topper was leaving Sarah’s room.

“Oh, come on.” Topper said, looking over you. Obviously the scene was bad. You were leaving Rafe’s room, in his shirt, in the morning.

“Finally.” Sarah muttered, peaking her head out the door as she looked at you.

“Nothing happened.” You grumbled, closing the door behind you softly.

“So you’re telling me you just slept in there?” Sarah asked crossing her arms. “Not a single thing happened?”

“Can you guys have this conversation anywhere else besides right in front of my door.” Rafe huffed as he opened the door.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Topper said, pointing at Rafe.

“Woah, chill Top, nothing happened.” Rafe held his hands up as he looked over Topper like he was crazy.

“See, I told you, nothing happened.”

“Not even like a cuddle? You both stayed on your own sides of the bed?” Sarah asked, desperate for any kind of information, hopeful that maybe her brother and best friend could finally get along.

“Well…” Rafe responded, dragging out the word, earning a ‘seriously?’ look from you.

“That is so not nothing.” Topper said, throwing his arms out in front of him.

“Ok, ok so we cuddled, that doesn’t mean anything.” You deflected, trying to make this sound not as bad as it seems.

“Cuddling is so much more intimate than sex.” Sarah added, her eyes grazing over her fingernails as she picked at them.

“Ok, let’s not get crazy here.” You chuckled. “It was one night.”

“That doesn’t mean it was the last time.” Sarah said, shooting you a look of approval.

“Trust me, it was a one time thing.” Rafe responded, before he walked back into his room and shut the door, leaving you in a state of shock.

“What a dick.” Sarah grumbled, shooting daggers with her eyes at the door.

“Alright, I need to go.” You muttered before walking downstairs and out of the house.

What a dick, you thought to yourself as you walked to your house. Come on you knew you two didn’t exactly get along, but when you cuddle with someone all night long and let them keep your shirt, it had to mean something.

“Good morning.” Your mom said with a smile as you walked into your house.

“Morning.” You mumbled back, heading for the stairs.

“How was your night?” She asked, looking up from her cup of coffee.

“Fine.”

“Just fine? You’re wearing a guys shirt and holding your outfit from last night in your hands. Did it finally happen with Rafe?”

Your mom was the only person who thought you had a crush on Rafe. She always thought it would be a cute boy/girl next door story. Even when he would make fun of you she would say, ‘Sweetie, he just has a crush on you, that’s all.’

“Mom, gross.” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “No, nothing happened between Rafe and I.”

“And that’s why you’re wearing his shirt? Sweetie, guys don’t just give girls their shirts.”

“Mom, God, you’re worse than Topper. Nothing happened.” You repeated before running up the stairs to your room.

You walked into your room with a big sigh before closing your door. You walked over to your window that faced Rafe’s room, he was sitting at his desk that faced your own room. He looked up and saw you, flashing you a smile. You returned your own sarcastic grin while flashing him two middle fingers before you closed your window and pulled the curtains closed with a huff.

Get out of my head, get out of my head, you repeatedly thought to yourself, rubbing your temples with your index fingers. You quickly tore off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in your room. You needed to shower, you needed his scent off of you.

You walked into your bathroom, turning the shower on. Checking your phone one last time before you stepped into the shower, you saw a text from Sarah.

sorry my brother’s such a dick :(

are you still coming over later? you promised me a pool day

You sighed and typed out your reply, a simple ‘yeah’ and got in the shower, letting the steaming water run over your body. You stood in the shower for a long time just trying to scrub every surface of your body clean of Rafe Cameron. But you couldn’t stop thinking about last night, the way he held you, the way his breath felt against your neck, the way he tightened his grip around you when you tried to get up, like if he let go of you he would lose you forever.

You stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel and then pulling your thin satin robe on, tying it off at your hips.

Walking into your room, you lingered in front of the window, debating on if you were gonna open it up or not. Your hand clutched the curtains, sighing you pulled the curtains back and there he sat. Looking at your window with that glare he always seemed to have, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Glaring, like how dare you close your window. You huffed and opened the window before walking towards your balcony. You definitely needed a bong rip after the night you had. Your balcony looked towards Rafe’s own balcony, but his lacked furniture or any personality. Whereas yours had a couch and a coffee table and fairy lights everywhere, because you hated the outdoor light, the lack of warmth it provided. You sat down on the couch and crossed one leg over the other as you pulled the bong into your lap. You looked up and saw Rafe open the door to his balcony, hesitating for a second before stepping out.

“Care to join me?” You asked, lighting the bong and bringing it to your lips.

“Maybe another time, Thornton.” Rafe responded, throwing your words back in your face from last night.

“Funny.” You scoffed, setting the bong down after taking a hit.

“When are you coming back over?” He questioned, leaning against the railing as he played with his ring.

“Who said I was coming back over?”

“Come on, I know you, you’re coming back over.”

“I don’t know.” You answered his question, leaning back and crossing your arms across your chest. “When I feel like it.”

“Real cute. Love the attitude.”

“I know you do.” You smirked, standing up and leaning against your own balcony railing.

“I’ll see you later.” Rafe said, standing up and taping the railing with his hand before walking back into his bedroom. You sighed and walked back into yours. You stopped in front of the window and smiled to yourself, you knew Rafe would be watching, he always was, any chance he could get.

You turned your back to the window and undid your robe, letting it fall down your shoulders. You weren’t gonna give Rafe the satisfaction of turning around, just like last night. But, you turned to the side, giving him just enough to see the curve of your boob and the prominence of your nipple. You swear you could hear Rafe gulp in his bedroom. You smirked and walked towards your closet, flicking on the light as you dug through your bikini drawer attempting to find a red bikini. It was Rafe’s favorite color and who said the teasing had to end in your bedroom.

♡♡♡

“Real classy, Thornton.” Rafe muttered, plucking your vape from your bikini top.

“Give it back.” You groaned, moving your leg to just tap him in his balls, but he caught your ankle before you made contact.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” He smirked looking down at you.

“Ha ha very funny.” You said through gritted teeth, pulling your leg away from him. Standing up, you went to grab it from him only for him to pull it away from you. “Rafe, come on.”

Rafe tossed your vape onto the lounger you were laying on and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Rafe, Rafe, no.” You pleaded, smacking his back and kicking your legs. “Rafe!” You screamed as he jumped into the pool with both of you.

When both of you surfaced you glared at him, only to have him laugh.

“Oh you wanna play this game?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You quickly swam over to him and climbed onto his back, throwing yourself backwards as you dragged both of you down into the water.

Rafe swam up, bringing you both to the surface, only for you to throw yourself back again, plunging you both into the cold water.

“Are you done?” He asked when you both broke the surface again. You were still clinging to his back thinking about if you wanted to send both of you underwater once more.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You answered, clinging to him a little tighter.

“Well then can you get off of me, your boobs are weighing us down.”

You gasped and slapped the back of Rafe’s head playfully, hard enough to make it sting but light enough that it was obviously playful.

“You’re the one constantly looking at them.” You muttered, letting go of him and treading water next to Rafe.

“Well you’re the one who constantly has them on display.”

You scoffed and pulled yourself out of the pool, wrapping a towel around yourself.

“You’re a dick.” You muttered, sitting down on the lounge chair.

“What was that?” Rafe asked, pulling himself out of the pool.

“You heard me.” You responded, staring right into those annoying blue eyes.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Rafe crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you, testing you.

“I said, You’re. A. Dick.”

Sarah was looking between you two, like she was waiting for a bomb to go off. She knew Rafe had a temper, everyone knew Rafe had a temper. You, however, were the one that tested it most. You didn’t care if he got mad at you, why should you? It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend, and even if he was, you probably still wouldn’t care.

“That’s why you climbed into my bed last night then? Because I’m ‘a dick’? And that’s why you told Gianna to get out of my room when you came up to see me? Because I’m ‘a dick’?”

“Who?” You asked, looking up at Rafe through squinted eyes, the sun blaring down on you.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Oh, you mean the girl who has no interest in you? Who’s been telling everyone at school that you’re the last person she needs to cross off her list to officially have fucked the entire football team. That Gianna?”

“You’re a fucking bitch.” Rafe scoffed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“Really? I’m a bitch? That’s why you asked me to join you in the shower last night?”

Sarah gasped, trying to hide it behind a cough.

“Whatever.” Rafe scoffed, walking inside. But, you were quick to follow him, not done with this conversation.

“Really? That’s all you have to say?” You called out, following Rafe closely behind.

“Always have to have the last word, don’t you?” Rafe said, turning around. At this point you two were chest to chest. The tension in the air was thick and you couldn’t tell if it was bad tension or if it was sexual. Probably a mix of both.

“Oh please, if anyone always had to have the last word it would be you.” You rolled your eyes. “All you have to do is apologize and I’ll drop the whole thing and we can go back to being the best of friends.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, but you were being honest about the apology. You wanted an apology. No, demanded it.

“Apologize for what? Saying the truth? You’ve walked around here all summer with your tits on full display for everyone to see in the smallest bikinis possible. I’m pretty sure the one you wore the other day barely covered your nipples.”

Of course he remembered that bikini. You wore it specifically for him. Every bikini you wore this summer was hand picked, for him. But, he didn’t need to know that.

“So what, now you’re my father? You don’t get to decide what I wear. You’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my father, you don’t get to tell me what to wear.”

“You’re right, I’m not your boyfriend so next time you want someone to snuggle up with after a party, go find someone else.”

“You said it yourself Rafe, it was a one time thing. And last I checked, it was you who tried to get me to stay in bed longer.” You said, pressing your index finger into Rafe’s chest.

Rafe sighed and rubbed his temples like you were annoying him in some sort of way.

“Fine, I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear?”

“Not like that.” You scoffed, rubbing your forehead.

“You make things absolutely impossible.”

“Whatever.” You said, before walking back outside. You dropped your towel onto the lounge and pulled your jean shorts on, buttoning them with a huff.

“Wait, don’t go.” Sarah pleaded, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“I’m not gonna stay here with him, Sarah.” You said, looking down at her with sad eyes. You always got sad after you and Rafe fought. You should be used to it by now, but everything was so confusing. One second everything was fine, and the next you two could be going at it.

“Alright, I’m not gonna keep you here.” Sarah dropped your wrist and let you pick up the rest of your stuff. “You’re gonna be at the party, though, right?”

“I don’t know, I might have to go see JJ, just do a little check up on him.” You sighed, looking off towards your house.

“Okay, well if you come then make sure to stop by my room first so we can get ready together.”

“Alright, alright.” You said with a small smile.

“Promise?” Sarah asked, holding her pinky up.

“Promise.” You confirmed, wrapping your pinky around hers and leaning down to kiss your thumb, her doing the same thing. It was how you two made sure to keep your pinky promises.

♡♡♡

“When are you gonna realize that apologizing is gonna make things so much easier in the long run?” Sarah asked, leaning against Rafe’s door frame.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe scoffed, looking up at her from his phone.

“When you two are married, which is going to happen, it’s going to make things so much easier and less complicated if you just apologize when you’re clearly in the wrong.”

“We are not getting married.” Rafe protested, looking back at his phone.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at her? The way you’ve looked at her our entire lives? It’s not just a small crush, you’re in love with her and I think that terrifies you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Sarah.” Rafe scoffed, putting his phone down.

“All I’m saying is, see where some flowers and jewelry gets you. And nice words.”

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You stepped out of your bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. Your window was shut, the curtains were drawn, even the curtains that covered your balcony door were closed. You had completely shut Rafe off from even a gaze into what you were doing.

You quickly texted JJ to let him know you wanted to see him. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks and the guilt was eating away at you. He responded quickly, telling you he was at the chateau.

You got dressed in a cropped sweater and a pair of jean shorts before pulling on a pair of shoes and headed downstairs, your hair still wet from the shower.

“Heading out?” Your mom asks from the kitchen. She was cooking dinner and for a second you felt torn. Should you go see your brother or should you stay and have dinner with your other family.

“Um, yeah, I just felt like I needed to go see JJ.” You explained, fiddling with your fingers.

“Oh, Sweetie, you don’t have to feel bad for wanting to go see your brother.” Your mom said, coming over to you, putting her hands on your arms in a comforting way.

“I’ll be back later.” You sighed, grabbing your car keys from the bowl in the foyer and walking out the front door.

Your car wasn’t anything crazy, it was a 2009 yellow Jeep Wrangler. Your mom got it for you when you turned sixteen. She wanted to get you something that wouldn’t be stripped for parts in The Cut but still looked nice enough.

“Dude, wake up.” JJ said, shaking you from your sleep.

“What?” You groaned turning over with a huff.

“I think your mom left a car for you out front.” He was practically jumping up and down with joy for you.

“What?” You said, shooting up out of bed.

You both ran downstairs and outside looking at your new Jeep.

“No way.” JJ muttered, running his hand over the car.

You opened the door and found a note inside.

‘If you come home, you’ll get your dream car.

Love,

Mom.’

You sighed as you crumpled the note, shoving it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“Come on, help me find the keys.” You smiled as JJ jumped into the passenger seat, digging through the glove box.

“Looking for these?” Rafe said, stepping out from around the corner, holding the keys to your car.

“Fucking creep.” JJ grimaced, looking at you with a confused look.

“What are you doing here, Rafe? And where did you even come from you?” You asked, looking around to see where he could possibly come from.

“Relax I just needed to pee and I definitely wasn’t gonna knock on the door.” He explained, holding his hands up. “Your mom asked me to drop this off for you. Happy birthday by the way.”

“Of course she did.” You muttered, because who else would she ask to drop off the car.

You sighed as you pulled up to the chateau, getting out of the car with a slam of the door.

“Woah, what did the car do to you?” JJ asked, coming from out back.

“Just a long day.” You mumbled walking up to him before smiling and giving your brother a hug.

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Your mom was still cooking in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. She sighed and wiped her hands off on a towel before walking over to the front door. When she opened the door she saw Rafe pacing your porch, talking to himself as he held a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi Rafe.” She said gently, with a small smile.

“Hi Ms. Thornton.” He responded, slightly embarrassed that he was caught in the state he was. “I, uh, was looking for y/n.”

“Well, she’s not here right now, honey, but I can make sure she gets these when she comes back.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay.” He muttered, slightly holding the flowers out. “Well, I kind of had like a whole speech planned you know so…” He added, withdrawing the flowers back to his side.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to sit out here and wait for her. I just am not sure what time she’s gonna be back.”

“Oh.” Rafe mumbled, thinking for a second, before extending his hand out again with the flowers. If your mom gave them to you, he wouldn’t have to deal with the whole speech thing and you could just go on with your life. “Just make sure she gets them, please.” He said, before walking off and back towards the Cameron estate.

Your mom smiled as she shut the door before walking back into the kitchen.

“Secret admirer?” Doug asked, his eyes pointing to the flowers in her hand.

“They aren’t for me silly, they’re for y/n.” She explained with a smile, removing the flowers from the wrapping and adding them to a vase with water.

“Don’t tell me they’re from that Cameron boy.”

“Of course they are, Doug, who else would they be from?”

“Laura, you have got to give up on this whole ‘they’re destined for each other,’ thing. That boy has been nothing but trouble to her their entire lives.”

“He just likes her Doug, that’s all, and I think he has a hard time showing it.”

♡♡♡

“So, how are things going with you and John B?” You asked Kie with a smile as you both sat on the back porch of the chateau, the boys were out back building a fire.

“Things aren’t going that’s the problem.” She sighed, taking a hit from the blunt you two had rolled before handing it over to you.

“You know how serious he takes no pogue on pogue macking.” You responded, taking your own hit from the blunt, rolling your eyes at the stupid rule. “You just have to go up there and kiss him, Kie. It’s the only way he’s gonna see.”

“No, I don’t think it’s like that.” She sighed, looking down, playing with her fingers. “I mean, would it work on Rafe if you did that to him?” She was smiling as she looked at you.

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t even have to kiss him to get him where I want him.” You smiled back, patting her leg. You told her all about the night of the party and what happened this morning, how he called you baby.

“So are you guys gonna kiss and make up?” She laughed, taking the blunt back.

“Nope, I’m gonna make him wallow in self pity. He needs to know he doesn’t get me that easily. I’m in it to play the long game, Kie, I like what we have now, no need to complicate it.”

“What you have now? You mean constant fighting?”

“We’re not actually fighting, it’s just a stupid game we play.”

“So instead of having sex, you guys just say really mean things to each other?”

“Exactly.” You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I don’t know, it seems like sex would be more enjoyable.”

“It seems that way, but I’m not giving into him that easily. I need him to suffer, just a little bit longer.”

You were laughing with Kie when you felt your phone vibrate, looking down at it you saw you had a text from Sarah.

hey are you still coming?

you sighed and typed out a quick ‘yeah for sure.’

“Alright, I have to get going, give the boys my love.” You said, standing from your spot.

“We’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Hopefully.”

You got in your car and made the drive back home. No music, just the windows down and your thoughts.

“Hi, Sweetie.” Your mom greeted you with a smile when you walked inside.

“Oh, Jesus.” You jumped, hand to your chest. “Mom, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that.”

“Sorry, it’s just I was so excited for you to come home.”

“Why?” You asked, narrowing your eyes as you looked at her.

“Because Rafe dropped something off.” She sounded giddy, like a little school girl as she made her way into the kitchen. And there you saw them, flowers. He actually got you flowers. And not those raggedy ones you would get at a grocery store, no these were nice floral shop flowers and they were all your favorites.

“Wow.” You said, looking down at them as you held them.

“That’s all you have to say? The boy dropped off flowers to your house. Hand delivered!”

“Mom, they’re flowers, it’s not like I’m gonna go over there and profess my love or whatever.”

“Why not?” Your mom whined, looking over at you.

“Okay, I’m going up to my room, I have to get ready to be at the Cameron’s in like five minutes.”

You sighed and grabbed the vase of flowers as you went up to your room. Opening the door to your balcony, you set them down on the little coffee table that was out there.

You quickly grabbed your outfit for the night and your makeup bag before running out the door, shouting ‘goodbye’s’ to everyone.

“Hey Top.” You said as you walked up the stairs to the Cameron’s house. He had gotten there at the same time as you, with cases of beer in his hands.

“Hey.” He muttered, trying to get the door open.

“Need some help?” You asked pushing the door open.

He mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’ and walked inside, setting the cases down in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay, Top?” You asked, lingering in the kitchen for a second.

“Oh, um, yeah. Just going through something with Sarah.” He sighed, starting to put the beer in the fridge.

“You know you can talk to me.”

“It’s just…It feels like she’s pulling away from me, you know?”

“Well have you talked to her about it? Like really talked to her?”

“Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be upset.” He said, looking at you like you just asked him the most absurd question.

“Right…Well I’m gonna go, I have to get ready.” You muttered, walking towards the stairs.

You walked into Sarah’s room, throwing your stuff onto her bed.

“Hey.” She said with a smile as she sat at her vanity getting ready.

“Hey.” You replied, sitting on her bed. “You know the weirdest thing happened today, Rafe came by my house and dropped off flowers. And he got me my favorite flowers.”

“Oh really?” Sarah asked, turning around to face you with the biggest smile on her face.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with that would you?”

“Absolutely not.” She answered, turning around to resume her makeup. “Did he get you anything else?”

“No…Just flowers.”

“Of course.” She muttered applying her mascara.

♡♡♡

You held a drink in your hand as you walked through the party, trying to find Rafe. Of course he was sitting on the same couch he always sat on when there was a party at the Cameron estate. You sighed and sat next to him.

“Not having fun?” You questioned when you noticed the look on his face, poking his face playfully with your index finger.

“I’m having a great time.” He answered, taking a sip of his beer.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“We need to talk.” Rafe said, standing up from his spot on the couch. You sighed and stood up, putting your drink on the coffee table before grabbing his hand so he could lead you through the crowd. He squeezed your hand every once in a while to let you know he was still there, or at least to check you were still there.

You walked past Sarah who sent you a smile and thumbs up and you just shook your head, indicating it’s not what she thinks it is.

When you got to his room, he reluctantly dropped your hand before closing the door behind him. You stood in the middle of his room and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So, flowers.” You said, looking down at your feet. “How did you-”

“Look, I just want to say I’m sorry.” Rafe cut you off, rubbing his hands down his face. “What I said was not…Not nice.”

You looked up at Rafe with a cocked brow indicating you wanted him to continue.

“I shouldn’t have said anything about the way you dress or your boobs.” Rafe continued, looking at the ground as he fiddled with his fingers. For a second you relaxed your stance, dropping your arms to your side. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I thought we were joking around but I didn’t realize how upset you would be at what I said.”

“And this morning? When you said ‘trust me it was a one time thing.’”

“I just said that because I figured you were thinking it. I mean we fight like a lot, probably more than two people should, I figured you would only want it to be a one time thing.”

“Rafe, you have got to stop assuming things. Just because we fight a lot, and we do fight a lot, doesn’t mean I would be opposed to like a cuddle every once in a while.”

Rafe looked up at you, finally, with a smile on his face, he stepped closer to you and you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Doesn’t mean it’s happening tonight Cameron, you’ve thoroughly pissed me off.” You said before stepping out of his room, smiling to yourself with your head held high.

♡♡♡

“Well, it seems like both our girls are pissed at us.” Topper sighed, sitting in between Rafe and Kelce on the couch.

“So what you’re saying is, I have a chance with Ms. Thornton over there.” Kelce smiled, looking over at you.

“Not a fucking chance.” Rafe said, shooting a look towards Kelce. “Besides, I just made up with her, so you’re the only one in the doghouse buddy.”

“Like made up with words or did she finally let you hit it?” Kelce asked.

“Dude, gross.” Topper said, disgust growing evident on his face.

“With words you fucking idiot.” Rafe replied, smacking Kelce upside the head. “And flowers.”

“Wait, did you go to the flower shop across town that carries only those specific flowers she likes?” Topper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Obviously.”

“Dude you’re so whipped it’s crazy.”

[rafesgoldrings]

Oh girl my request rn is more poly rafe kelce and topper! Whether it be fluff or some spicy spicy smut. Like their day to day life or how they take turns taking her out on dates and then all come back and treat her good 🥵

They’re backkkk🤭 I honestly missed them sm and had so much fun writing for them. I hope you guys enjoy it🫶🏻

Warnings: not proof read, light degradation, Rafe calls reader a pretty bitch one time, reader is called a slut like twice

So your day to day life is actually fairly normal, there’s still lots of flirting and subtle touches but for the most part you guys just hang out. You’ll go shopping or go with them to the gym, go out on the boat before grabbing dinner, hang out and watch a movie or attempt to play video games with them (which always ends in a (“Oh my god Y/N just put the controller down and come sit”), nothing too crazy. But the dates? The dates are a complete different story.

They have a schedule, it was the only way to ensure that each of them were getting equal alone time with you to avoid jealousy and fights. It usually stayed pretty consistent but did change occasionally if one of your boys has a special request or something happened. Monday is Toppers day, Wednesday is Kelces, and Friday is Rafes, the ones between that were ones for you to have the day to yourself or for you all to hang out as a group.

Topper usually kept it pretty casual, sweet, but casual with something like a picnic or lunch at the country club. Beach dates were your favorite, just enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore while you rested in the others arms, the soft breeze caressing your skin. He also liked to go shopping for things, clothes, jewelry, books, art supplies, whatever you had an interest in that day, he obviously would pay for it all. Even telling you not to bring any money because ‘pretty girls don’t pay for themselves’. Boat dates are another common thing for the two of you, he’d bring your favorite blanket and sweater of his with him for when you inevitably got cold once the sun started to set. He’d of course go somewhere secluded so he could pull your bikini off and fuck you while the sun hit you, the possibility of getting caught make it so much hotter than normal.

Kelce was more of the sporty/stay in date type. He loved to take you golfing, even if all you did was look pretty and tease him by bending over in the short little skirt he bought you, and then treat you to a nice candlelit dinner. Almost always preferred it near the water too, said it was more romantic when your skin was illuminated by the soft flame and it was just the two of you and the soft waves. But on days he didn’t feel like going out, he’d set up a blanket fort in the living room stocked with ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks. He’d put the little fairy lights inside of it like the one he remembered you showing him a while ago, put an air mattress inside with tons of pillows and soft blankets, light up your favorite scented candle, make sure it was as romantic and cozy as possible. He’d put on some of your favorite movies or attempt to teach you to play the games he liked, but it almost always ended with your clothes scattered on the floor. Waking up the next morning with your limbs intertwined and bare skin sticking to each other from the small layer of sweat that formed.

Rafe, as we all expected, is the fancy one. He’s buying you dresses to match his suit, diamond earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, shoes, just making sure you’re taken care of before the date even happens. He’d take you to the nicest restaurants, go on shopping sprees where you picked out whatever you wanted (yes that includes any lingerie shops you stumble across), go out on the yacht and stop at the local yacht club for dinner, even fly you out in the private jet somewhere for the day. He had the money and he would happily spend it all on you if it made you happy. He rarely ever stayed in on his nights unless you asked, if he did there wasn’t much going on other than him making it his goal to fuck you on every surface in the house. He was always horny around you, you were just so pretty and got his cock hard immediately. Half the time he couldn’t even wait until you were home before he was pulling his range rover to he side of the road and fucking you in the backseat, or over the hood of it, or making you ride him in the drivers sit so your tits were bouncing in his face.

They all took care of you in their own way, sexually and non sexually, but together? Together the pleasure tripled, every inch of your skin being touched, your brain completely shut off from their hands on you and their cocks burying themselves in your pretty holes. Rafe usually teasing you for it with a little degrading comment like ‘pretty bitch can’t even concentrate on anything but being a slut’. Top usually went for a mix of the two, he was usually the one teasing you while also encouraging you to keep going ‘Such a desperate slut for us huh baby? But you’re doing so good, so pretty too, just a little more pretty girl’. Kelce was almost always the one giving you praise unless he was pissed or felt like he had something to prove, ‘God princess, so pretty. This pussy is so pretty too, doing so so good. I know it hurts but you can do it, you’re made for us so I know you can baby. That’s it, good girl baby’.

The mix of praise and degradation from each one making your head spin and bringing you closer to your orgasm until you snapped, making a giant mess all over whoever was inside you at the time. Nipples being pulled and pinched and sucked, clit being spit on and rubbed until you were crying out that it was too much, each one taking a turn tasting you and trying to push their cum inside you deeper than the last. It was like their version of a group date, who could make you feel the best, who could cum the most, who made you cum the most. It was your thing and none of you would change that, you were theirs and they were yours.

Either way, you’d never go a day without being taken care of and spoiled. Even without the physical contact your phone would be blowing up with texts from each of them. Complements, pet names, voice messages, pictures, anything you could think of they were doing to ensure you were thinking about them always and knew they were thinking about you. Honestly convinced they have a separate group chat just to gush about you outside of the normal one where they try to one up each other

[somethingswift19]

Your Couples Halloween Costume (Happy All Hallows Eve Everyone!)

Btw my lovelies sorry for disappearing!! But I’m BACK!! And the new season? Tell me your thoughts!!!

John B: Pirate and Dark Siren

JJ: Prisoner and Sexy Cop

Pope: Spider-Man and Gwen

Barry: Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson

Rafe: Hugh Hefner and Playboy Bunny

Kelce: Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift

Topper: Barbie and Ken

Kiara: 60s Hotties

Sarah: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn

Cleo: Calypso (Pirates of the Caribbean) and ocean blue Mermaid

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Moth to a Flame

-> the weeknd

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you never did choose the right guys...

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