#outer banks x reader

[222col]

JJ’s first encounter with maneater!reader and absolutely being amazed

maneater!reader x jj maybank

summary: jj spots you in the middle of the boneyard and is immediately entranced

cw .ᐟ hints at nsfw

“holy fuck…” jj’s grip on john b’s arm is almost bruising, his jaw slack, eyes bulging out of his skull. it doesn’t take john b long to follow his gaze and lay eyes on you.

“you’re seein’ this, right?” jj continues, hands unwrapping from john b’s arm as he begins to repeatedly slap his chest with the back of his hand. “jb, if i’m dreaming, don’t fuckin’ pinch me. never wanna wake up if that girls in my head.”

you were something else. shotgunning a beer in the middle of the boneyard, the barely disguised cheetah print bikini underneath your unbuttoned denim shorts. the crushed beer can hits the floor, liquid dribbling down your chin, laughing as you wipe it off with the back of your hand. spillage is lickage, and jj wants a taste. bad.

he’d never seen anyone like you on the island, may as well have walked out from a page of the playboy he used to keep under his bed in middle school.

“j, keep it in your pants,” john b laughs, shaking his head as he pats his best friend on the back. keep it in his pants? jj’s ready to dick you down in the middle of the boneyard if you’d let him.

jj doesn’t say anything, just pushes away from his friends and heads straight in your direction. snatching two cans of beer from the stray cooler on his way.

“want another, mama?” jj smirks, hands in the air as he shakes up the cans. the blonde can’t stop the way his eyes undress you, not that his imagination needed to work that hard with small amount of fabric covering you up.

hands on your hips as you observe the blonde before you, a slight shrug of your shoulders as the smirk graces your features. jj’s never been soft, but he nearly fucking whimpers as your hand touches his to take the can of beer from him.

pulling the pocket knife from his shorts, stabbing a small hole into both cans before the two of you pop them open and down the liquid. jj’s eyes are laser focused on you, watching the bobbing of your throat as you swallow. the red of your lips wrapping around the can. the curve of your neck as you lean back to swallow all the beer.

you’re making it almost impossible for him to keep his thoughts at bay. but also, this is fucking jj we’re talking about. when has jj maybank ever been able to keep his perverted thoughts to a minimum? never has, never fuckin’ will if you keep giving him those eyes.

“you’re the hottest girl i ever-“ the words are cut off by your lips on his. manicured nails clutching at the messy locks at the base of his skull, jj’s brain can barely acknowledge what’s happening, but his body knows exactly what he’s doing. big hands caressing the bare skin of your back, pulling your body tight against his. tongue sliding over yours, the taste of beer on your tongue with a hint of cigarette tastes like fucking perfection to him in this moment.

his hands move downward, grabbing a handful of your ass. jj couldn’t give a fuck about the eyes on him. he knew you didn’t too, ‘cause you were letting him touch you anyway he wants. his hands are all but slipping under the fabric of your shorts to grope at the bare skin exposed.

“uh, uh,” you smirk, shaking your head as you pull away from his lips. a string of salvia connecting you, and jj thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. he’s having visions of spit running down your chin, his own coating your tongue. "don't push it." you warn, snapping him out of his disgusting daydreams.

his lips are still chasing your own, even when you remove his hands from your body. shaking your head with a smirk as you turn from him and head back to your friends. leaving jj all but drooling as he watches you walk away.

one quick look over to the pogues, a mixture of approval and disbelief over their faces, and jj's jogging in your direction. he couldn't walk any other way if he tried.

girl’s gonna fucking kill him.

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[rafesangelita]

super specific maybe, but can i request something cute with season two rafe? 🥹 like i know he was behaving unhinged most (all) of the time, but like those rare moments with him, maybe after he’d come home late at night after disposing of bodies, and you’d be there in his room half asleep waiting for him :(

saw this video and immediately thought of him https://www.instagram.com/reel/DBHE5mvpTg9/?igsh=MXN2Mm80dThxd3lqcg== 😞 (also i’m the one who sent the other vid of the little drabble you wrote & i loved it sm!!!)

warnings: slight angst, fluff, heavy petting, kissing, reassurance + comfort, cuddling, mentions of blood

you stirred underneath your sheets, the empty space next to you feeling colder than usual. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for rafe to turn up at your place at super late hours of the night, but it still didn’t stop the sting you felt in your chest whenever you’d glance at the clock and be reminded that he wasn’t here with you.

rafe was going through something, and he refused to tell you anything about what his little ventures consisted of, but you weren’t dumb— you’ve seen the blood on his clothes whenever he’d show up with his pupils blown wide, nothing but darkness swimming in his eyes. you knew not to ask him any questions, but you were still curious nonetheless.

you found yourself blinking in and out of sleep, your eyelids growing heavier as the time stretched by. it wasn’t until you heard the click of your door when you sat up and saw rafe standing in the corner. “sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you..” his voice came out slightly shaky and barely above a whisper. you were quick to guide him to your bed, carefully examining his face as you did so.

sliding his hoodie off, you took his t-shirt along with it so he was left in his jeans. “are you okay?” you straddled him, finally feeling at peace when his arms snaked around your waist. rafe let out a relieved sigh, his bangs falling in his face as he shook his head. “i’m fucked up,” he pulled away, “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you shushed him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

“don’t worry, we’ll figure it out, okay?” your words never failed to ease the worry rafe felt deep in the pit of his stomach, your reassurance being the only thing he had for comfort at times like these. you pressed another kiss to his cheek, following up with a series of pecks until a smile cracked out onto his lips, his arms pulling you flushed against his chest.

rafe swore nothing felt better than having your hands cupping his face while you trailed kisses up and down his neck, the weight and warmth of your body against his own making him relax for the first time in days. you continued your ministrations until his eyes fluttered closed and he was resting his cheek in the cuve of your shoulder.

“let’s get you into some new clothes..” you whispered, moving his hair out of his face, “how does a hot shower sound?”

[cameronsbabydoll]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write rafe keeping a drawer with all the things reader's left around his room and then she comes looking for something and he's like oh in the drawer and it's all fluffy

“have you seen my necklace?” you ask, standing in the doorway of rafe’s room, chewing at your lip.

he barely glances up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, thumb flicking over his phone. “the little one you always wear?”

you nod, stepping further in. “yeah. i thought i left it here.”

he sighs through his nose, stands, and walks over to his dresser. second drawer down. pulls it open and shifts through something.

you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he steps back. “it’s in here.”

you walk over, expecting him to hand it to you—but instead, he moves aside, lets you see for yourself.

it’s not just your necklace.

your lip balm. a couple hair ties. the oversized hoodie you swore you lost weeks ago. your nail polish—the light pink one. even a receipt from the gas station with your handwriting on the back.

you blink down at the drawer, suddenly quiet. “...you kept all of this?”

rafe doesn’t answer at first. leans his hip against the dresser, arms crossed. his expression’s unreadable, like always. “you leave your shit everywhere.”

you glance up at him. “you could’ve thrown it out.”

he shrugs, eyes trailing over you. “didn’t want to.”

it’s simple. rough around the edges. but there’s something in his voice, something softer, like he won’t say it out loud but he likes having pieces of you here. like he doesn’t want anyone else touching it.

you look back down at the drawer, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. “this is... kinda cute.”

rafe scoffs under his breath. “don’t make it weird.”

you laugh softly, then nudge his side. “you’re a total hoarder.”

“only when it comes to you,” he mutters, almost too quiet to catch.

you pretend not to hear it, but your heart does this dumb little flutter anyway.

[drewsephrry]

my boys

[rafesbabygirlx]

GOLDEN CHAIN

Rafe x reader

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 Rafe 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝��𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛��’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚑𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚒'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before. Maybe it’s the way the dim light catches on his gold chain, the way it drapes across Rafe’s broad bare chest, resting just above his collarbone. It’s not new, he wears it all the time, but tonight, for some reason, it’s driving you insane.

Your fingers brush against it absentmindedly as you straddle his lap, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the cool metal. He tilts his head back against the couch, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer.

“What?” he murmurs, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “You keep staring.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, but your fingers keep tracing the chain, letting it slip between them. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’ve never really noticed how… sexy this looks on you.”

Rafe chuckles, a deep, low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Yeah?” His hands roam over your back, pressing you against him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up right now?”

You nod, feeling a warmth rise in your stomach, an unfamiliar flutter that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with how good he looks like this, gold against tan skin, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

His hands slide up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you in, lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll have to wear it more often,” he teases, voice husky.

You laugh, but the sound is lost as he kisses you, deep and slow, the weight of the chain pressing against you as your bodies melt together.

Rafe flips the two of you over so you’re trapped beneath him on the couch. The shine of the chain dangling in front of your face as he looks down at you. He’s taunting you with it. His hands slowly rise up the edge of your robe meeting the wet spot that waits for him, right in the center of your core. 

“This old thing turn you on this much?” Rafe grunts in your ear as he slowly circles your clit. 

The only response you can give is the arching of your back and a guttural moan you’ve finally let go from holding in your breath. He understands immediately, sitting up to pull down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself a few times as he pulls your panties to the side.

He coats his tip in some of your slick, then teases your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him in.

"What do you need baby? What do you want me to do to you?" He gets off on the way you squirm beneath him. Circling your soaked hole with never pushing in.

"You, Rafe, every inch of you. Please fuck me." you cry out.

Rafe finally gives in thrusting into you completely. Bottoming out. Giving you no chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you. You still can't keep your eye off the chains that adorns his neck.

You slip your pointer finger around it pulling him closer. His forearms are placed on either side of your head and he watches in amazement how you stare at it in a trance. Without thinking you stick your tongue out and loop it around the chain. You bite down on the metal, ignoring the tingling shock it gives you as it hits your teeth.

Your moans are muffled by your grip on the chain as Rafe continues to pummel into you. His thrusts grow rougher and sloppier as you two reach your peaks.

"Cum for me baby girl, I'm gonna fill you up." Rafe grunts into your ear.

His command is all it takes for you to let go of the chain and cry out his name and you release all over his cock. The squelching sound of Rafe fucking his cum deep inside you has your head spinning and your legs shake around his waist as he comes to a halt dropping his body down next to you on the couch.

"I'll definitely have to wear this chain more often, huh?" the both of you let out a breathy giggle as you twirl the spit slicked chain around your fingers.

not my best work but enjoy either way <3

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[lazysoulwriter]

at your feet - rafe cameron.

SUB RAFE SUB RAFE SUB RAFE

Rafe Cameron was many things. Dangerous, reckless, a spoiled, rich asshole who acted like he owned the world. But in reality? He was yours. Entirely. Pathetically. Willingly.

Right now, he was on his knees in front of you, spoon in hand, eyes wide and eager as he held it up to your lips. "C'mon, baby, one more bite," he coaxed, voice softer than a whisper.

You stretched out on the couch, making a show of tilting your head, pretending to think. "Hmm… I don’t know if I want more."

Rafe nearly pouted. "But you barely ate, princess. You said you wanted ice cream."

You smirked, watching his desperation grow. "I did. And you got it for me like a good boy." You reached out, cupping his cheek, feeling the way he instantly leaned into your touch.

"Of course I did," he breathed, nuzzling against your palm. "I'll always get you whatever you want. Just tell me, baby. Anything."

His devotion was almost ridiculous. Almost. Because the way he was looking at you? That deep, desperate need to please you—like nothing else in the world mattered? Yeah, you could get used to this.

"Okay," you finally sighed dramatically. "One more bite."

Rafe's entire face lit up like you had just given him oxygen after he’d been drowning. He quickly lifted the spoon to your lips, watching every move you made as you took it in, humming in satisfaction.

"Good girl," he murmured instinctively.

You arched a brow, and Rafe immediately froze, realization dawning. His mouth opened, closed, then—

"I'm sorry," he rushed out, eyes widening. "You're a good girl! I didn’t mean—I mean—"

You burst out laughing, and Rafe groaned, face burning as he buried it against your thigh. "You're so fucking cute," you teased, raking your fingers through his hair.

"You're evil," he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

"And you love it."

Rafe sighed, pressing a kiss to your knee. "Yeah, I really do."

[rafescherie]

Please write something where rafe catches reader going thru his phone or the other way around!!!

✮⋆˙ curiosity gets the best of you, and you snoop through his phone.

warnings — none, really! contains nudges towards cheating briefly.

cherie's note — thank u for the request! hope this was along the lines of what you had in mind cutie. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

you don't mean to do it.

you know better. this isn't something you should be doing, not here, not now. not when things were going so good between you and rafe, the first time in weeks things were finally settling for the both of you.

you tell yourself you don't, at least, not really. it's not premeditated. you don't go looking for trouble. but when his phone buzzes next to you, lighting up the sheets with that cool blue glow, somethings coils tight deep within your chest.

your fingers burn. your hands itch, daring you to just turn the screen over, face the screen your way, so you can get a little peek at the notification. but it's gone before you know it, the screen timing out, and you mentally curse yourself out for not taking the opportunity when it had arised. he couldn't get upset with you for simply looking at his lock screen, right? everyone was guilty of that.

rafe's in the kitchen, downstairs, long enough to grab something — but not long enough for you to justify what you were about to do.

your hand moves before your brain can catch up, convincing yourself 'no, this is a bad idea' and to just brush the urge off. just a glance, you tell yourself, there was nothing wrong with that. it's probably nothing. maybe it was kelce. maybe it was topper sending some stupid meme again. you've seen it happen a hundred times.

but this time, it's not kelce. and it's not topper, either.

it's a name you don't recognize.

thalia : you coming tonight?

your blood runs cold, breath catching in your throat as you reread the message, clinging to the hope that maybe — maybe — your mind is just playing tricks on you. surely, if you were insecure enough to go through his phone, you were capable of imagining something too. faking a message twisting words, seeing what you feared instead of what was real. but the screen doesn't change. the message doesn't fade. it's still there — clear, deliberate, burned into the glass — and suddenly, there's no denying it: it's real.

it's not overly flirty. it's not some half-naked selfie. but it's late. it's direct. it's personal. and it's from someone you had never heard rafe mention before.

your fingers are already swiping before you can stop. the guilt hits immediately — like you've just knocked something delicate, expensive, off a high shelf, and now you're waiting to hear the crash.

more messages. quick, casual. nothing obviously romantic, but familiar. too familiar. you read them twice, your breath shallow.

and that's when you hear the creak of the stairs.

you look up — slow, and there he is. rafe. framed in the doorway, still chewing something. the half-finished water bottle in his hand crumples just slightly.

his eyes land on the phone. on you.

he stops mid-step. your stomach twists.

"are you serious right now?"

time slows. it's almost like the world zeroes in on him — on this moment. everything in you locks up — like your heart, your stomach, you voice have all turned to concrete.

"rafe—"

he doesn't raise his voice. he doesn't need to.

and maybe, that was the scariest part.

there's something cold in his tone, something worse than anger. disbelief.

"i just saw the notification," you say quickly, voice too high, too shaky. "i didn't know who it was—"

"so you went through my phone?" his mouth curves, but there's no humor in it. "just like that?"

you try to explain, but it all sounds pathetic even as it leaves your mouth, stuttering over your own words, "i thought maybe—"

"you thought, what?" his tone cuts through yours like a blade. "you know what i hate more than being accused of something i didn't do? being doubted by someone who's supposed to trust me."

the tears that well in your eyes sting, bottom lip quivering at his tone. "i do trust you! but i got curious, and it got the best of me—"

he laughs, cold. he's already walking toward you, running a hand through his hair like he can't believe what he's seeing. his fingers grab his phone, snatching the device out from your grasp, eyes darting over the screen.

"she's some girl topper's been talking to," he turns the screen toward you, thumb flying over the messages. and there it is. some dumb selfie, totally innocent. topper in the background, eyes forced shut as he sleeps. a caption: sleepy head fell asleep, time to party plan.

sitting up from your position laying on your stomach, the guilt swarming now, burning hotter than embarrassment, "i'm sorry."

"yeah," he replies, short and cold. he shoves the phone into the pocket of his khakis, throwing the water bottle in his hands onto the blankets of his bed. "she needed help planning topper's surprise party, that's it."

you nod, but it's slow, unsure. the guilt sits heavy in your chest, pressing into your ribs like it wants to stay — bury itself inside of you. "i just... i didn't know," you murmur.

"no, you didn't," rafe says, his tone flat. he doesn't look at you — just runs a hand through his hair, jaw tense, pacing once like he can't decide whether to stay or walk out the door, alone. "but instead of asking, you assumed the worst. again."

you flinch, "i said i'm sorry."

"i heard you." he turns to you now, eyes sharp and unreadable. "doesn't mean it fixes anything."

you don't say anything. not because nothing swirls in your brain — too much does — but because you can't. your throat feels dry, tears threatening at your eyes. what could you say that wouldn't make it worse?

what a stupid fucking choice. you should have ignored the notification, the minute it had popped up on the screen.

"come on," he gestures, grabbing his keys off of the dresser, "should head over there, told them we'd be there by now."

reluctantly, he sticks his hand out for you to take, a sign of truce. your smaller hand wraps in his, mouth practically glued shut as he dragged you out to his truck. your actions weren't going to be so easily forgotten.

this was going to be a long night.

[houseofblve]

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a/n: i have been so m.i.a recently because i’ve had a lot going on, but i’m popping on real quick to update. hopefully once the next week is over i’ll be back to consistently updating 💜💜💜

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[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly (part ten)

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder; fluff with hints of angst; drama; no explicit smut

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T (soon) ->

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ rafe cameron x fem!introverted!kook!reader

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, mild sexual references and implications, mentions of drug cravings (coke), rafe being unable to name his emotions or rather rafe being a pro at deflecting his feelings, just rafe being rafe let's be real

✿ S Y N O P S Y S ✿ it's the last year of high school and you were paired up with rafe cameron for a 2 week long project in art class. this wouldn't be a problem if you weren't awkward as hell and well ... if there weren't your big fat crush on him.

could this be the beginning of a friendship or maybe even more? one thing was certain: rafe cameron was intense, impulsive, and complex in ways that weren't always for the better, and your mind? that shit was even more tangled. but you hadn't spent all these years crushing on him from a distance just to let this chance slip through your fingers ... right?

✿ S U M M A R Y O F R E C E N T E V E N T S ✿ while rafe was making himself something to eat, you felt comfortable enough to joke around with him openly. later, though, you thought you had annoyed him during the sketchbook discussion and brought it up. rafe reacted irritably which made you snap back at him. after a slightly tense back-and-forth, the argument ended with rafe inviting you to kelce’s party on friday night so you could finally shut your brain off for once. before you could overthink it, you agreed.

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✿ A / N ✿ after that last part i felt like it made sense to check in with rafe’s pov again aka him being confused as shit (he's so fun to write omg), plus i threw in more smau elements bc i felt silly (that’s also why the written part is shorter than usual). sorry if this part felt a little underwhelming, next part will be more in-person reader x rafe interactions again. anyway, as always, i hope you guys enjoy reading, pls lmk what you think <33

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Rafe set his phone back down on the kitchen counter, a frown tugging at his face. These fucking idiots weren’t worth his time.

Shit, he already regretted having mentioned you were coming on Friday in the first place. Now he had to deal with Kelce’s dumbass comments and Topper’s curious bullshit until then.

Already, his phone buzzed again—then again.

Fuck, should’ve just kept my damn mouth shut.

Annoyed, he put his phone on silent, tapping his fingers against the counter while listening to the faint sound of your voice through the door.

A few minutes ago, your phone had gone off at the table—your dad apparently—and you'd quickly excused yourself to take the call in the foyer.

You two had been working for two hours straight on this shitty project, writing stuff down, finalizing ideas and shit, and Rafe had used the moment to refill his water. Bored out of his mind, he’d decided to check the group chat.

And now, who would've guessed, he was pissed again.

What pissed him off the most was stupid Topper actually agreeing with Kelce. Fucking idiot.

Rafe wasn’t acting crazy, the fuck? He’d just made it very clear that the two of them shouldn’t act like brain-dead thirteen-year-olds in front of you on Friday.

You’d already been so fucking tense yesterday at Kelce’s place, and Rafe really didn’t need to soak up more of that nervous energy.

Then again, it wasn’t like he’d invited you as his date or anything. You were just a guest. He wasn’t your fucking babysitter—or boyfriend—or whatever.

At that thought, Rafe furrowed his brows. That’s the last thing he needed—some clingy girl who constantly needed his attention.

After his last situationship with Amelia Brooks, he was done with girls who wanted to talk his ear off or track him down at school to dump some unnecessary bullshit on him.

And honestly? He didn’t even know why he got into the whole fuckbuddies thing with her in the first place. Hanging out with her had been boring as hell and in bed? Same shit.

Shit, next time I get that bored, I’ll just get a fucking dog or something. At least that’d be more fun.

And even though, at first, he’d thought he’d drawn the short straw getting partnered with the quiet girl, he was honestly fucking glad it had been you—out of all the try-hard artsy girls and weird-ass hipster dudes in that class.

You only texted when necessary, never made pointless calls, and today you’d even tried to avoid him at school. Shit, even Kelce acted more like a clingy girl than you did.

Three days into the project, Rafe still couldn’t tell if you actually liked him or just tolerated him. One minute you were distant and off in your own head, the next you were all bubbly and cracking jokes.

So, like—what the fuck?

Either you had some kind of split personality or you were just fucking weird.

Shit, both probably.

Although, the way you’d snapped at him earlier when he'd called you out for overthinking? Yeah, that kinda pointed to the first option. It had thrown him off for sure—but holy fucking shit, more than anything, it had amused him.

Most people didn’t have the balls to push back on him—his annoying sisters being the exception. Girls usually just tried to act all whiny or pulled some pick-me-whatever-bullshit, and if he argued with a FWB chick, he’d just drop her and that'd be it. And guys? A punch usually did the job.

But you? Fuck, he really hadn’t expected you to actually argue with him without throwing curse words at him or some shit like that.

And weirdly, it was kinda refreshing. For once, it'd felt like he'd been talking to an adult, someone who took him seriously and not just started shit to provoke him.

What really caught him off guard, though, was how you could just slide back into a normal conversation afterward—no big blowup, no lingering drama.

How the hell you pulled that off, Rafe had no idea. Not that he cared enough to figure it out. Yeah, sometimes it pissed him off that you wouldn’t just say what was on your mind, but still… you were kinda chill to be around?

Nah. Rafe didn’t know how to describe it. Shit just didn’t feel like a total waste of his free evening, that was all.

The door to the foyer opened, and Rafe straightened up. Judging by your face, the call hadn’t been an emergency.

Rafe leaned back against the counter, a crooked smirk on his face, Topper and Kelce's bullshit forgotten. “Daddy pissed you’ve been gone too long?”

“Ugh,” you said with a frown. “Please never use that term again when referring to my father.”

Rafe chuckled. “Save that shit for the bedroom, I see.”

And holy shit, the way your face always turned red whenever things got even remotely sexual? Rafe found it deeply entertaining. The only dick you’d ever seen was probably in a high school biology textbook.

That’s exactly why you just needed to get it over with—then maybe shit like that wouldn’t throw you off so bad.

Shit, maybe Rafe would get you laid himself if he didn't fear you'd explode at the sight of seeing a cock in real life. Plus you'd probably make things unbearably uncomfortable during sex AND for the remaining project sessions and he absolutely wasn't in for that shit.

Irritated by his own thoughts, he just said, "So, you heading out or what?”

For a second, your brows furrowed for reasons Rafe couldn’t quite figure out. Then you just nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, uh, my dad and I usually do movie nights on Wednesdays and he just wanted to know if we were still in for that.”

Either that was another half-assed excuse or you had some weird-ass relationship with your—

“It’s kind of a tradition,” you added, this time with an awkward smile, “since my mom has her girls’ night every Wednesday. I kinda forgot about that.”

So this was like... a father-daughter bonding thing?

Rafe immediately thought of his dad and favorite child Sarah, and yeah—that pissed him right the fuck off.

He shrugged. “So?”

Your smile faltered a little which did something weird to his chest. “I don’t know, I mean—we got pretty far today, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Rafe muttered, arms crossed.

You crossed yours too, scratching at your upper arm. “Okay… so maybe we call it a night then.” There was an hesitation in your voice and after a small pause you added, “Unless you wanna continue.”

An awkward smile tugged at your lips, and the fact that you still looked uncomfortable around him irritated the hell out of Rafe.

He nodded slowly, shrugging the weird feeling in his chest off as annoyance. “Yeah, nah. I’m done with school-shit for today.”

You mimicked his nod with a subtle frown. “I think next time we can start with the final draft,” you said, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Depending on when you’re free.”

Didn’t you have art class together tomorrow? Whatever.

Rafe exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No idea. I’m at the country club tomorrow, and Friday’s Kelce’s dumbass party.”

You nodded and let out a stiff little chuckle. “Yeah, no, definitely not in the mood to work then either.”

No shit.

“Yeah, Saturday’s off the table because of that, and Sunday’s that open-air movie thing,” Rafe added, half considering asking if you wanted to join—but then, why the fuck would he? Just so he wouldn’t have to bear Topper and Kelce alone?

Yeah, nah. He’d just do a line before, and they’d be bearable enough.

You nodded again. “Okay, yeah, no big deal. We’ll figure something out next week then.”

But the smile on your face didn’t quite match the weird tone in your voice, and fuck—why were you so damn complicated?

“Yeah.” Rafe pushed off the counter with a quick nod and jerked his chin toward the dining room. “Don’t forget your stuff.”

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After the door clicked shut behind you, Tannyhill fell into a weird kind of silence that made Rafe feel… off.

Not uncomfortable or lonely or any of that bullshit—he didn’t even know what it was exactly. It felt more like coming down from a line. And this being the closest comparison he could come up with?

Had to be withdrawals from last weekend or some bullshit like that.

And the fact that he’d sold his last damn gram to that bum Scott yesterday? Yeah, that wasn’t helping either.

In fact, it just worsened his mood.

Fuck, now that he thought about it—feeling that void—he needed it even more.

Jaw tight, Rafe made his way upstairs to grab his wallet. As much as it pissed him off to hand over the cut, Barry needed his fucking share if Rafe wanted to keep dealing.

At the door, he grabbed his motorcycle helmet, already halfway out, when he noticed—no phone.

Groaning, he set the helmet down and started searching the kitchen. He spotted it lying on the dining room table, and turned to head out when—

The fuck?

Something white caught his eye on the carpet: your dumbass Apple Pencil. He’d nearly stepped on it.

Annoyed, he picked it up. Usually, your brain caught every fucking thought in the goddamn world—how the hell did you forget this?

Fuck, no. If this was some kind of "girl marks her territory" move—holy shit, absolutely not.

He placed the pencil on the table and pulled out his phone, brows furrowed.

Rafe let his phone drop back into his shorts pocket and just stood there for a second, completely blanking on what the hell he'd even been about to do before having texted with you.

You’d scrambled his fucking brain again, and like, no joke—what the actual fuck was going on in your head? Or more like: what the fuck did you even base that occasional attitude on?

Because this? What. The. Fuck.

He’d gone into that damn chat pissed, annoyed at your dumbass Apple Pencil—and now he had another app on his phone and let himself get pulled into those fucked up weird-ass-creature-whatever-pictures.

And the fact that Sarah had been talking to Wheezie about you? Fuck, that nearly sent him into full rage mode. He legit wanted to crash Sarah’s stupid little hangout with her lame-ass little friends and tell her to keep her fucking nose out of shit that was none of her business.

Somehow though, there was this weird, lingering lightness in his chest that kept him from doing so. And he had no fucking clue what it meant.

Rafe rubbed the bridge of his nose, brows knit. Fuck, what—At this point, he wasn’t even sure anymore if it was withdrawals, because come on, his coke usage hadn’t even been that heavy lately.

Or maybe Kelce was fucking right. Maybe you really were a goddamn witch.

Because fuck—sometimes you made his nerves fucking boil, frustrated the shit out of him with that split-personality vibe of yours, but just as fast as that feeling came, it vanished again.

And what fucked with his head the most?

You actually seemed to care. Not in some fake or soft, pathetic way—but like… you noticed when he was pissed. And you tried to understand why.

Like today. With the sketchbook thing.

Rafe just couldn’t, for the fucking life of him, understand why you couldn’t just rip one goddamn page out of the sketchbook, set Wheezie’s pad aside, and be done with it. But no, you had to start arguing with him about privacy or whatever kind of bullshit.

That had definitely pulled at his nerves but he had seen the way you’d reacted yesterday when he picked up your iPad—and even though he still didn’t get it, he figured it must mean something to you.

Yeah, and then? You'd called him out on his mood.

And holy shit, you'd been like two seconds away from giving one of those weird-ass little speeches again that made both of you feel uncomfortable as shit.

So he’d cut just you off. Shut your bullshit down before you got any deeper. And that—fucking hell—that’s when you'd snapped.

But just as fast, you’d chilled out again, even gotten soft. And then you started with that “Overthinking is a me problem” crap.

Like dude, could you please just shut your damn brain off for one minute?

And since your nervous energy was starting to give him a migraine—and Rafe couldn’t stand one more goddamn second or project session of that kind—he decided he’d put an end to it.

Once and for all.

Or at least until the project was over. After that, you could go back to spiraling for all he cared.

Jesus. Just the thought of seeing you at Kelce’s party on Friday. He almost felt bad for you.

Kelce’s parties weren’t like regular Kook parties. Nah, that fucking idiot had to go big every time.

He’d invite like 200% more people than his parents’ place could physically hold—and 90% of them were some annoying bitches from school, the other 10% just random dudes Kelce was cool with or knew from the gym.

The music? Played at a volume that could probably be heard across the goddamn Cut. And the alcohol? Jesus fucking Christ. Liquor stores probably quadrupled their profit that weekend alone.

Not to mention the lineup of party drugs.

Rafe had once taken acid from some random dude and had ended up hallucinating his fucking soul out.

After that? He stuck with Barry’s shit. At least with him, Rafe knew that guy wouldn't try to kill him.

And girls like you? Shy and introverted: your spawn rate at those parties was basically zero.

Sure, Rafe had subconsciously noticed you at other parties or bonfires before—you weren’t new to the scene exactly. But a Kelce party?

Shit. Either you were gonna get eaten alive or throw your overthinking brain in the trash and actually let go for once.

And Rafe? He had no clue how you were gonna play it. Which, fuck, only made him even more curious for Friday.

Would you actually be down to do a line? Or would you just curl up in some quiet corner with a lame-ass beer?

If some annoying bitch tried to start a fake-deep convo with you just to squeeze gossip out of your shy little mouth, would you entertain her? Or let yourself get dragged into gossip on your own?

And what Rafe was most curious about—what really fucked with his head—was this: If one of Kelce’s gym-bro frat-type assholes came up and started hitting on you, would you let him? Or would you hide behind your friend, pretend you weren’t even there?

Then—bam—out of the blue, some random image popped into his brain.

You. With some dude. Making out in some dark-ass corner. Your hands in his hair. Your lips on his and—

What the fuck.

Rafe furrowed his brows, rubbed a hand down his face like he could scrub the image from his mind, and physically shook his head to throw it off.

Shit.

He needed a line. Two, actually. Shit, maybe three at this point.

He grabbed your goddamn Apple Pencil and shoved it in his backpack by the front door, grabbed his helmet, and shot Barry a quick text:

Because fuck—Rafe didn’t even know what was making his head ache this bad. Or this—Jesus Christ—this weird-ass feeling in his chest.

Like pressure. Or heat. Or fucking whatever.

All he knew was that it pissed him off to be stuck in his own brain like this right now with no one around to entertain him with their bullshit.

Because, shit, yeah, surprisingly Rafe found you—your nervousness excluded—oddly … easy to be around. And in just three days, he’d already gotten so used to your presence—this new, unknown variable in his life that entertained him that–

Fuck all that.

Why the hell was this even taking up space in his head?

Annoyed by something he couldn’t even name, Rafe slammed the door of Tannyhill behind him, mind already locked in on the high waiting for him at Barry’s shitty-ass trailer.

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Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe

Word count: 497

A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Do you think she’ll enjoy it?” Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You know she loves watching you do anything,” you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughter’s head, you can’t help but smile at her innocent excitement.

It was Mabel’s first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. He’d peppered you with questions like, “Don’t you think it will be too hot?” and “What if she gets bored?” His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.

“Do you think she’ll like this spot?” Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. “Babe, you’re the one playing,” you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Mabel, do you like it here?” he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.

You adjust Mabel on your lap so she’s facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you can’t help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome, Bels?” you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.

Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. “You girls doing alright?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabel’s tiny hand to wave at him.

Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabel’s first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabel’s expressive face. She’s watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.

As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You can’t help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.

Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Daddy’s pretty good, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.

You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you can’t help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabel’s earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.

Rafe notices your amusement. “What’s so funny?” he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabel’s startled reaction to his golf swing.

“Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl,” Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to hit the ball next time.” Mabel, already captivated by her dad’s presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.

Rafe’s heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafe’s shirt.

[dramagodesss]

one : it's always the frat boys

playin' the players

rafe's phone

the party was already packed when you came in—bass thudding through the floorboards, sweat-slick bodies grinding in rhythm, red cups spilling over with cheap beer and cheaper intentions.

you followed the girls through the crush of people, laughter bubbling in your chest, camera swinging at your hip. you looked good, and you knew it. every step was calculated. easy. effortless.

and then—

you stopped.

sarah's spoke.

“y/n, these are the guys—johnb, pope, jj… " she gestured lazily toward the trio on the couch, half-drunk and definitely staring. "...and the rest of the delta psi kappa chaos crew. Be nice to them. Or don’t.”

You offered a slow, sweet smile. “Hey.”

johnb stood first, polite and a little starstruck. “nice to finally meet you. sarah’s been hyping you up like crazy.”

“Oh yeah? She didn’t warn you I bite?”

johnb laughed. “Must’ve slipped her mind.”

pope gave a nod, friendly, chill. “welcome to the madness. don’t let jj talk your ear off about his tattoos.”

“Hey—first of all, they’re sick tattoos. second, I haven’t even said hi yet.”" he stepped up with that crooked grin and slightly-too-long eye contact. “I’m jj. big fan of your stairs post.”

you smirked. “you stalking my IG or just impressed I didn’t fall down them yet?”

jj let out a soft laugh. “a little from column A, a little from column B.”

then came the rest.

topper gave a sharp nod and obvious once-over. kelce flashed his usual too-much smile and muttered a "told ya' she'd be way hotter in person" to rafe.

and rafe…

rafe didn’t smile. he didn’t speak, not right away. he just looked at you like you were an equation he wasn’t sure how to solve—but wanted to.

you were tucked near the stairs, half-shadowed by a wall, sipping something neon and disgusting just for the buzz.

that’s when you heard them.

voices—just around the corner in the hallway behind the kitchen. loud enough to catch, quiet enough that they clearly didn’t think anyone was listening.

“okay, there’s just one way to fix this,” someone said—kelce, probably. “whoever gets y/n winslow first gets the lake house for spring break.”

you froze.

no.

they couldn’t mean—

“wait… the ig stairs girl?” rafe. his voice was smooth, laced with something sharp—but hesitant. like he didn’t want to ask but couldn’t help it.

“i’m in.”

a beat.

“what—? you didn’t even think it through—” that had to be pope. he sounded half-shocked, half-disappointed.

“why would i?” jj’s voice came next, cocky and loud. “she’s smokin’ hot and i’ll get the lake house. i’m in, man!”

you could hear the grin in his voice.

laughter followed. slaps on backs. the game had started. and you? you were the prize.

your skin went cold. your throat tightened. you stepped back too fast, nearly knocking into some drunk girl in glitter and platforms.

no one saw you leave. no one even noticed.

why would they? you were just the art girl. just sarah’s new roommate. just the subject of their stupid little dare.

you didn’t run—but you moved fast. out the door. down the sidewalk. back to your dorm with your pulse thudding in your ears louder than the music ever was.

so this was how it was gonna be?

fine.

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[222col]

bimbo!reader x rafe cameron

summary: rafe's fresh out of jail, and needs to find a girl to convince ward he's been with her, not locked up for the week

cw .ᐟ hints at nsfw, kidnapping

꒰ notes ꒱ based on the film buffalo '66 (1998)

pulling your little pink duffle up over your shoulder, pink tights and sheer skirt still pristine even after the hour of dance class. waving goodbye to your friends before walking down the opposite hallway. god, how you wished you’d just followed them.

“don’t fuckin’ scream.”

you would if his calloused hand wasn't gripping your cheeks so tight, muffled whimpers were all that fell through the gaps. the strangers hands grabbing and groping at your body, pulling your back flush against his chest. walking backwards out the dance studio, with you in his grip.

eyes already welling up, feet kicking as he drags you out the back door. your lipstick smudging underneath his hand, fingers surely bruising your jaw with his tight grip.

“gonna move my hand, and y’gonna be fuckin’ quiet, ‘kay?” the stranger mumbles into your ear, lips ghosting over your skin.

body slammed up against the car, meeting the face of him. pretty eyes widened as you reluctantly nod your head. he starts to slowly remove his hand from your mouth and—

“help! help me! please, help—“

his hand clamps back down over your mouth, slamming your body back against the car with force. “the fuck did i just say?”

he fumbles with the keys in his pocket, before opening the back door and pushing your body inside. locking you in immediately, he wasn’t taking any chances.

mutters of complaint under his breath as he walks around to the drivers side, sliding into his seat as his eyes lock on you through the rear view mirror.

“don’t make me hurt you, no one can hear you from inside the car, so keep that pretty mouth shut.”

rafe was fresh out of jail, finally had to pay for one of his crimes. not that he was in there long, one visit from his lawyer and he was out the place. made the fucker swear ward was to hear nothing of this. rafe was meant to be proving he could step up, be the man he was meant to be.

which is how he found himself with some pretty airhead in the back seat. he’d told ward a little white lie, to avoid the whole jail situation. told his dad he was away with his girlfriend. what girlfriend he asked. yeah, good fuckin’ question.

that’s where you come in.

“look, all you gotta do is this one thing for me and i’ll let you go,” rafe mumbles, eyes darting between the road and the mirror as he drives. aw, you’re still trying to unlock the door. poor girl. “you just gotta pretend to my girlfriend, just for a couple hours.”

now that, that got your attention. slumping back to the middle seat, looking to him through the mirror. head tilted, suddenly… docile.

“your girlfriend?” you murmur, fiddling with a strand of your hair. “you kidnapped me, to pretend to be your girlfriend?”

eyes rolling to the back of his head, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “didn’t fuckin’ kidnap you,” kidnapped, borrowed, same thing. “you just gotta act the part for couple hours for my family, then i’ll let you go.”

it wasn’t like you just forgot the way he snatched you up, didn’t forget the feeling of his hands on your body, but for some reason, you were willing to hear him out. not that you had much choice.

“soooo,” you murmur, face softening as you speak. “what’s your name?”

why were you suddenly so calm? it was freaking him out. did he manage to pick up a cute little psychopath?

“rafe.” he mumbles, eyes locked on yours through the mirror.

climbing into the front, slumping down into the seat next to him. he could lie and say he wasn’t watching the way your chest bulged over your top as you did, but that be the furthest thing from the truth.

he took his time looking over your features as you sat next to him, the glitter on your eyes, how your hair fell on your shoulders. at least he managed to pick a pretty one.

“what’s your family like?” you murmur softly, almost batting your lashes over to him. “don’t worry about it.” rafe responds, voice gruff, overcompensating for the newfound closeness between you two.

“well, how am i meant to be your girlfriend if i don’t know?” you huff, arms folded over your chest. jesus, you were temperamental.

“oh my god,” he mutters, shaking his head, knuckles growing white from his grip on the wheel. “they’re rich, my little sister will probably talk your ear off, my step-mom’s a bitch and my dad, well, my dad’s my dad.” right, helpful.

the car pulls up to tannyhill, eyes widening slightly at the size of the place. rafe puts in the car in park, and turns his body to face you. “do not fuck this up for me, i have no problem making you disappear.”

you weren’t sure if it was an empty threat or not, but you did not wanna find out. gulping down your nerves, a soft nod of your head. climbing out the car, rafe’s arm gently placed around your waist. the softness such a contrast to the way in which he first touched you.

quick introductions, playing the part. rafe's tight grip on your arm reminding you the consequences if you don't. "y'gonna sit there and look fuckin' pretty, 'kay?" he mumbles into your ear, pushing you down onto the chair. look pretty. okay, that you could do.

"rafe's just the sweetest guy i ever met," you feign a smile, leaning into him next to you, dialling up the affections before his family. ward and rose's eyes dart between each other and you. rafe? sweet? "m'so glad i met him."

fucking jackpot. you're playing this better than rafe ever could imagined, a soft kiss to the top of your head, pulling the dining chair you're sat on closer to his own. his arm gently snaking around your waist, letting you continue on with the forced pleasantries.

"he looks after me s'good," you smile, batting your lashes over to rafe. the smile on his face isn't fake, he's genuinely impressed with the performance you're putting on. "always spoiling me."

"damn right i do," rafe smirks, unable to stop the way his fingers are starting to move up under your top. c'mon, he can't help it. you're too fucking pretty and saying all these nice things about him. can barely blame him, especially when he sees the look of disapproval in rose's eyes when she notices.

"gotta look after my girl." he murmurs, loud enough for the room to hear, playing it off as though the words were meant only for you.

he's not entirely sure if everyone is buying the act, but somehow, it's working for him. rafe's genuinely getting caught up in your words, the feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the way your smile lights up your entire face. he couldn't give a fuck if the act was working on his dad, it was working on him.

"so, how'd you met?" wheezie smiles, leaning on her palms, all too excited about rafe bringing a girl home.

"country club." rafe mutters before you can attempt a lie they won't believe. his eyes barely looking away from you to answer his sister. "mhm, yeah, at the country club." you smile, nodding your head softly. rafe can't hold back the small chuckle that escapes him, pressing a kiss to your temple. you're so obedient, echoing his words, playing the perfect girlfriend. he's almost forgotten he threatened to kill you if you didn't.

his family can barely believe the scene, how gently he's touching you, how softly he's speaking to you, he was acting like someone they'd never seen before. they weren't questioning if you were his girlfriend or not, you'd manage to sell that perfectly well. ward and rose were almost in awe of how you'd managed to turn rafe into what appearred as a functioning human with emotions.

"come on, princess, we gotta go," he mumbles after an hour or so, gently leading you up and towards the door. "so soon?" wheezie complains, jumping onto her feet. rafe only rolls his eyes, ignoring his sister, too focused on getting you alone. "so nice to meet you all!" you smile, waving softly as rafe leads you back to his car.

your nerves take over once you're alone in the car again with him, driving out of his estate. "did i do okay?"

"did fuckin' perfect." rafe nods, a devilish grin plastered over his face. his hand squeezing your thigh over your tights. "that mean you can let me go now?" you whisper, lip between your teeth.

"no fucking way."

no way was rafe letting you go now, not ever. he'd had a taste of what he could have with you, he'd be stupid to let that go. you may have played the part a little too well.

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[rafesangelita]

hiii lovely ♡ i absolutely adore your writing. could i req something with rafe throat training bambi or sheep!reader? i can’t get that thought out of my head and would luv to see your take on it

warnings: oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, face fucking, unintentional overstimulation

“i don’t think i can do it!” you blinked your teary eyes up at the man above you, your lips shining with his spit from your earlier ministrations. “m’gonna help you, doll, you don’t have to be a crybaby about it.” he teased, thumbing at the stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek. you’ve been sat between rafe’s thighs for going on ten minutes now, his cock standing tall and mean against his stomach as he stroked himself lazily. “actually you could keep crying if you want.. ‘swear that’s turning me on right now.” he grinned when he saw you swallow thickly, your cheeks heating at his words.

rafe studied you for a few moments before speaking up again. “come on, you gonna let me show you? or are you just gonna sit there and look pretty?” you shook your head hesitantly, sighing through your nose before scooting in closer to him. threading your fingers in your lap, rafe leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “don’t worry, you know i’ll take care of you.” he whispered. cupping your face and bringing your mouth to the aching tip of his cock. you parted your lips, your tongue skimming the underside of his length as he groaned.

“we’ll start easy right now, yeah?” humming in agreement, rafe gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he wouldn’t miss a single detail of your face. you suckled on the head, your eyelashes dusting the tops of your cheeks as you swirled your tongue around him, your tummy erupting in a fit of butterflies when he moaned quietly. “shit—” he hissed, “that feels so good, baby, i could cum just like this..” he praised you, his head rolling to the side. you continued until rafe pushed you down, your jaw falling slack as you took him further into your mouth. “fuck, you’re doing great..”

your eyebrows knitted together as a shiver ran down your spine, a slight mix of both panic and encouragement coursing through you with the more of him that you fit. as if sensing your unease, rafe paused, making sure you were okay. “can you take more?” the deep baritone of his voice made you rub your thighs together, a small gasp emitting from your mouth as he pulled you off. “yes,” you brought up a tentative hand, wrapping it around his base, “wanna make you cum.” your voice came out barely above a whisper, a smug grin taking over rafe’s features as he watched your spit run down his cock.

“do that again, but in your hand this time.” you let a trail of spit drip from your lips to your palm, rafe cursing at the sight. stroking him the way he had instructed you to do before, it wasn’t long before his tip was kissing the back of your throat, your fingers digging into his skin as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. ignoring the sting from his grip on your hair, heavy tears rolled down your cheeks as obscene noises filled the room, the sounds of your muffled moans and rafe’s grunts bouncing off of the walls. “ah, fuck!” he sped up, your head pounding as you struggled to get in a full breath.

rafe could feel the coil in his stomach tighten with each second that passed, the band threatening to snap at any moment. “oh my god, please don’t fucking stop—” rafe’s chest caved in as he leaned forward, pulling you down until your nose hit his pubic bone, his high hitting him with a force that made his bottom lip tremble. you felt the thick ropes of hot cum fill your throat, your jaw burning with tension as rafe floated on cloud nine, his abs constricting as you milked him dry. “okay, okay..” he attempted to pull you off but you didn’t hear him.

“b-baby!” he shuddered, wincing slightly as overstimulation set in. “y/n!” he groaned, finally managing to pull you away. you took a sharp breath, your chest rising and falling as you watched rafe come down from his high. “holy shit, were you trying to kill me?!” he asked incredulously. “did i do it good?” you rasped, peering up at him curiously as he blinked. rafe looked down at you, shaking his head. “too good.” he sighed, pulling you up from the floor and tugging at the hem of your shirt, “your turn.”

[cameronsbabydoll]

babes can u pls write something with ex husband rafe where reader is ovulating and she sees him and she’s like damn idek why i divorced him and she’s trying to convince herself not to jump his bones because he’s a dick but it’s hard bc he’s. so fine

ex!husband!rafe reacting to you ovulating

wc: 388 — a/n: need him when i’m ovulating

you hated this about him.

you hated how, even now — standing in the doorway of your own damn house, arms crossed tight over your chest like that would somehow guard you from him — rafe could still make your knees go a little weak.

it’s not fair.

not when he’s standing there, in that fitted black tee that clings to his stupidly perfect arms, veins running down his forearms like god himself was showing off. Sweat-slicked from whatever gym session he just came from — smelling like cedarwood and sweat and him.

"forgot his baseball glove," rafe grunts, brushing past you like he didn’t just drag his cologne and testosterone and six years of bad decisions right through your living room.

and all you can think — like an absolute idiot — is: yeah, well. forgot my self-control, apparently.

because your body doesn’t know he’s a dick. your hormones don’t remember the late-night fights, the controlling phone calls, the smug little smirk when he thought he won.

your body just remembers rafe.

it remembers rough hands on soft skin. that low rasp in your ear. the way he could take you apart like it was his birthright.

and now — as he crouches down to grab your son’s glove off the floor, shirt riding up just enough to tease tan skin and the sharp dip of his lower back?

you genuinely consider ruining your life.

you’re ovulating, your brain is helplessly trying to figure out how to restrain yourself from rafe.

like that explains the white-hot, brainless pulse between your thighs. like that excuses the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip just watching him stand up, stretch his arms over his head, muscles flexing like some kind of cruel joke.

get a grip.

you divorced him.

for a reason.

but then — because of course — he glances back at you. sees your flushed cheeks, the glazed-over stare. and oh, he knows. his mouth curls slow, cocky, mean.

"you good, sweetheart?" rafe drawls, voice all gravel and heat. "need somethin'?"

like he didn’t just catch you looking at him like a meal.

like he doesn’t know exactly what you need.

and when you snap back — way too quickly — with a flustered "n-no," he just grins wider.

"sure about that sweetheart?"

he’s a jerk, a beautiful, infuriating, still-got-you-in-the-palm-of-his-hand jerk.

and god, you hate him.

(you hate how bad you still want him even more.)

[fakebwitch]

rafe encourages you to keep riding him…

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your mouth open trying to catch your breath, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as your movements slowed, your legs numb, and rafe's cock was buried in your pussy. after riding him for what seemed like an infinite amount of time you stopped by sitting on his cock, its tip hitting your cervix, you let out a soft whimper feeling it throb inside you.

you found yourself in this situation because of you. your pussy aching for him, needing to feel his cock inside, begging him all day long for attention and when he finally gave in you thought he was going to fuck you, but instead he let you do all the work. he sat there, his hand barely on your thigh, waiting for you to ride him without giving you any help.

you tried to speak, but nothing that made the slightest sense came out of your mouth. your head already dizzy as you found yourself getting more and more needy wanting to reach your orgasm. rafe looked at you for a few seconds, his eyes half-closed as he felt your pussy tighten around him, “what is it?”he asked you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“i'm tired...” you managed to get out of your slurred mouth, your voice dim and weak as you moved your hips slowly, trying to find a clutch, his cock hard inside you and you desperately wanted to move but couldn't. rafe shook his head as his eyes moved downward, watching the way your pussy was fully sunk on his cock. all day long you had been so bratty, interrupting him as he was doing his work, filling out and reading important forms, begging him that you needed him, his cock, to feel him inside you, teasing him with mischievous touches, and when he had given you what you had been begging him for all day, you weren’t even grateful.

stopping after just five minutes, hoping that he would pound himself into you. rafe had figured it out early on, when he had told you that you were going to ride him, that you were not happy about it, a pout evident on your face but you tried not to show it, in the end you still got his cock.

“you can do it princess” he incited you starting to lose his patience, the grip of his hand on your thigh tightened slightly, also eager to feel your hot tight pussy sucking him in, but he was determined to let you do all the work, he had to fight against himself not to hammer himself inside you. he knew it was all a plan of your to get him to take charge, but your attitude would not work this time.

rafe wasn't pleased when you didn't respond, the hand he had on your thigh went up slightly, his thumb and forefinger tightened around the soft skin, you let out a grunt of pain as his fingers pinched your skin tightly, “c'mon baby, move” he exhaled, his fingers still clenching your skin. you nodded lightly starting to pick up the pace, riding his cock as you threw your head back.

a tear ran down your cheek, ending on your lower lip, the pain of his pinching mixed with the way his cock was stretching you so well, repeatedly hitting your cervix, were enough to push you to the edge. your eyes closed as your mouth was wide open, continuous moans escaped your lips.

“so good baby, takin' it so well” he praised you as his fingers let go of the skin of your thigh, a red mark visible on the freshly pinched spot, and within a few hours it would become a nice big bruise. “wasn't that difficult, right?” he said mocking you as his hand tightened around your tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“fuuck” a big moan escaped your lips as your hands rested on his chest seeking support, your rhythm fast and deep, feeling every vein of his cock pulsing inside you.

“fuck that's right, keep going baby... such a good girl for me” he praised you as a slap landed on your ass, rafe’s head turned back enjoying the full pleasure of the warm wet walls of your pussy, squeezing and wetting his length.

[rafesbabygirlx]

BOOKWORM

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜- 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚏 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐) 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚌 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎.

𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 p!link 👀

Rafe came home from a long day of ridiculous meetings at Cameron Development to see you in bed reading your new favorite book. Not so much new, Rafe had just gotten you special editions of your favorite fairy tales and books you could read a million times over. The Little Mermaid, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Grimm’s Fairy Tales, The Snow Queen, and so many more. He had to of brought in 4 boxes loaded of books into Tannyhill’s library as a surprise for you.

You were on top of the covers in nothing but a button down of his that hung loose around your body, Rafe noticing the way it rode up your legs. You were so immersed in the book you almost didn’t hear him come in. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom taking you in like you were a piece of art.

“Hi baby, home already?” You spent most of the day reading not even realizing it was past 10. “How was work?”

“Work was a shit show as usual. People didn’t expect me to handle it after my dad died, but I didn’t expect him to have a bunch of fucking morons working for him.” Rafe took of his suit jacket and tugged at his tie loosening it a bit, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Whatcha reading?”

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland - Through the Looking Glass. Started it this morning and I’m already more than halfway done.” You go to close it and sit up to greet him. Pulling him in for a soft kiss on the lips. “You want something to help you relax a bit?”

“I know just the thing.” Rafe grabs a hold of your ankles with a knowing smirk, pulling you down just enough so that your head hits the pillow. He lays flat on the rest of the bed, still in that suit that makes him look so god damn irresistible. He begins to press slow kisses up your thighs. “Don’t let me disturb you, keep reading.”

“Rafe, wha-” your words are cut off by him hooking 2 fingers around the fabric of your panties and pulling them to the side where he continues to lightly kiss around your folds.

“Come on, read to me, I’ve never read this one before.” He glances up at you.

“We’ve watched the movie,” you retort.

“Don’t you always say the books are better? Read to me baby,” he licks a slow strip up placing yet another kiss above your mound.

You playfully roll your eyes picking the book back up and return to the page you left off on.

“But there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways. “I’m sure mine onl-” ah fuck Rafe,” your eyes roll, dropping the book to the side of you. Your free hand reaches for his head.

Rafe looks up , chin already soaked with you. “Come on what happens next. If you stop reading, I stop what I’m doing, then I stop relaxing.”

You try to regain your composure, as Rafe dips his head back into you. Your hand shakes as you pick up the book. Feeling his tongue swirl around your clit and his lips pull it into suction. Your vision goes blurry trying to find where you cut yourself off.

““I- I’m sure m-mine on works one way,” Alice remarked. “I can’t remember things before they ha-happen.”” You freeze at the end of the sentence frozen by the feeling of what's going on in between your legs. “Rafe I can’t, fuck that feels good.”

You drop the book on the floor and Rafe doesn’t flinch. Both hands now tighten his grip around your thighs and he pulls you in closer, mouth never leaving your pulsating cunt. You clench around nothing. His tongue switch from your dripping hole back up to your clit. You feel his drool, sliding down you leaving a pool on the bed.

The wet sounds of his tongue flicking are like music to your ears. Your legs start to shake, even in his firm hold. One hand has a grip on his shaved head, the other holding onto his fingers. You try to find some sort of grounding, but you can’t.

Your back arches off the bed, your eyes roll back so hard it almost hurts and you cum right into Rafe’s mouth. He keeps his tongue flat on your moving his head back and forth to ride you through your high. He slows his movement down when he notices your body relax. He sits his tongue at your hole waiting for it to finish releasing, then he cleans you up. Savoring every little taste of you.

He sits up and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. He reaches down and hands you back your book. You look up at him and smile. “I’m changing, but when I come back, we’re finishing this book together.”

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