#rafe cameron blurbs

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bodyguard

words: 2.1k

warnings: bodyguard!rafe, pop star!reader, gun mention, attempted kidnapping, brief violence, fluffy

you take a deep breath, clenching the microphone in your first. no matter how many times you perform, you still feel a rush of anxiety.

it all disappears when you step out onto the stage. you give the crowd a wave as the cheers erupt. you look around the packed stadium, reminiscing on what it was like to play smaller venues until your hit single and big break.

your in ear piece begins the countdown to your music as you lean down to reach out to a couple fans in the front row, looking past your personal bodyguard who insists on being in front of the stage despite the venue providing security.

you begin to sing the first song of your set, turning your attention to the entire crowd as your backup dancers come out, flooding the stage.

the show goes by so quickly you almost miss the feeling as you step behind the curtain, despite the exhaustion creeping into your bones.

“here.” your bodyguard hands you a water bottle, a straw already pushed inside, knowing you prefer it over drinking straight from the rim.

“what would i do without you rafe.” you chuckle. he was the first bodyguard you ever hired, having had your ass slapped one night and deciding you needed someone to watch your back.

“probably be kidnapped.” rafe shrugs, making you roll your eyes, used to the playful back and forth banter.

“and if it weren't for me, you'd still be in north carolina.”

“perk of the job.” rafe says, referencing the three continents you've visited with him in tow, soon to announce a world tour that will visit all major cities with enough time in between to actually enjoy the traveling.

“dressing room or straight to the bus?” rafe asks, following you as you begin to walk, stepping past the stagehands rushing to disassemble the set and get it on the move.

“dressing room. left my crocs in there.” it's routine, rafe entering the dressing room and doing a sweep before letting you in, even if it's just to grab your shoes and leave.

“wait, gonna change them before we go to the bus.” you tell rafe, the arches of your feet hurting from dancing in heels. rafe gives you his arm to hold as you bend down to undo the straps before slipping out of the glittery stilletos and into your comfortable, well worn, crocs.

rafe peeks out the back door. “there's some fans by the fence. we going right to the bus or stopping to sign?”

“stopping to sign.” you know it's not possible to show your appreciation to every single fan, but you're certainly going to try your best to greet every person who helped you become the pop sensation you are.

rafe pulls two sharpies out of his pocket, one black and one silver and hands them to you before swinging the door open.

the mini crowd erupts into screams as soon as they see you. you're sure these must be fans who didn't get a chance to attend as there's no way they could have cleared from the venue this quickly.

“hey everyone!” you wave as you walk to the chain link fence, knowing rafe is right at your back, just in case anyone gets handy. it wouldn't be the first time an excited fan reached through an opening and refused to let go of your wrist.

you begin to sign everything offered to you, even seeing a fan who brought your original ep you used to send to record labels.

“can i get a picture?”

“of course!” you smile, taking the phone that is passed through the slot and snapping a selfie with the happy fan.

you continue down the line, about halfway through when you shiver, the adrenaline wearing off and the cold of the night air seeping into your bones, especially since you're still in your stage outfit which doesn't give you much coverage.

you should have known rafes eagle eye would see, because he's soon shrugging off his jacket and placing it over your shoulders, of course the crowd awwing. 

rafe has gotten quite a bit of attention as your bodyguard, considering he follows you practically everywhere, he's photographed by fans constantly.

you were worried at first when you continued to skyrocket in fame that rafe would become uncomfortable or overwhelmed and you'd have to find someone new that you felt comfortable with, but hes stuck by your side the whole time.

“okay, sorry guys i gotta go!” you wave to everyone, having signed or taken a picture with everyone who gathered by the back exit fence.

you quickly rush to the tour bus, the corset of your outfit beginning to press in uncomfortably.

you don't have to use your words to tell rafe what you're about to do. as soon as he does a sweep through the bus, having you wait in the front next to the drivers seat so you could run out at any minute, you head to the back and take a shower, washing away your makeup and the pounds of hairspray added to your bangs.

you get changed into pajamas, knowing you're scheduled to hit the road tonight. it probably would be easier to fly private, or even just buy a jet, but you like the tour life of driving around and try to be environmentally conscious where you can.

you head back into the common area, rafe sitting in his usual spot on the couch, his gun that usually remains holstered to his hip now sitting on the counter. 

it scared you the first time you saw it. you knew you hired an armed bodyguard, but to have a gun just sitting there was not something you were used to.

“here.” rafe grabs a bag from the counter you didn't even notice.

“you got me fries?” you ask excitedly, taking the bag and quickly pulling a fry out, letting out a low moan when you take a bite and realize it's still hot.

“ill add personal assistant to my resume.” rafe smirks.

“resume? you leaving me?” you laugh, plopping down on the couch next to rafe. 

“never.” he vows. when rafe originally began to work in security, it was a way to get away from his dad, to have an excuse to leave at night, and now he can never imagine going back home to the life he once lived.

conversation shifts to upcoming plans as you finish off your fries and let out a yawn.

“alright, bed time.” you stand up and stretch, eyes closing as your back elongates. you completely miss the way rafe has to readjust his pants.

“goodnight.” rafe says as you give him a wave and head back into the bedroom, closing the door for some privacy as you flop onto the bed and delve beneath the covers, falling asleep easily knowing you're protected.

--

“aw, yes!” you hiss, looking out the window as the bus pulls into the rest stop. “back in the midwest baby, you know what that means.”

“what?” rafe questions, joining you to look out the window. he's dressed casually and not in all black like usual when he's working since today is just travel, and the light blue shirt he's wearing is making your heartbeat a little faster, even if you try to ignore it.

“tim hortons!” you exclaim. “we've got to get their sour cream glazed timbits. they're like crack.”

“and what would you know about crack?” rafe scoffs.

“alright, just because i didn't have a bad boy past like you doesn't mean-” you're cut off by rafe laughing. “okay, okay.” you hold your hands up. “i don't even know what it looks like.”

“that's what i thought.” rafe places a hand on your back as the bus comes to a stop. “now come on, let's get your timbits or whatever you said.”

you head out so happy and in such a rush that rafe doesn't remember to grab his gun, figuring nothing could happen at a rest stop early in the morning with practically no one around.

“hi!” you smile at the worker as you enter the building. she seems to half recognize you but doubt herself. “can we get a 10 pack of sour cream glazed timbits and another 10 pack that's a mix of the other flavors?”

the worker nods and begins putting it in the system as you turn to look at rafe. “just in case you don't like the same as me.”

“okay.” rafe laughs, stepping a bit closer to you as you pull your card out and pay.

you step to the side to wait, watching with excitement as the timbits are scooped in.

“thank you so much!” you take both of the cardboard containers and follow rafe back outside. the morning sun is shining brightly, causing you both to squint.

rafe turns quickly when a van suddenly squeels to a stop right behind you.

he watches in horror as the door swings open, his long stride causing him to be too far away to immediately grab you as he takes off into a sprint.

you feel the hands around your waist before you even contemplate what is happening. you scream out, looking to rafe and seeing the worry in his face as you're being pulled backwards into the back of the van.

“rafe! rafe!” you squeal, kicking your legs and trying to hit your attacker, throwing the box over your shoulder to try and get him to stop, but you're overpowered.

the man is just about to slam the door shut, trapping you in there with the stranger when rafes hand stops the metal and shoves it back open, his bicep rippling with strength.

“duck.” is all rafe says, but you understand instantly, trying to get as low as possible as his first surges forward, connecting the attackers face before pulling back and continuing to punch until his grip on you loosens.

rafe grabs you instead, and you move quickly, pressing yourself against his body, molding yourself against him as your arms and legs wrap around his torso. 

as soon as you're out, the van speeds away, knowing they've lost their one chance to get you. rafe moves quickly, running back towards the tour bus with you gripping onto him tightly.

you manage to hold in your tears until you're shut inside the safety of the bus. when the crying comes, it comes hard in sobs that make rafes chest physically hurt.

“i got you.” rafe sits down on the couch, keeping you in his lap as he tries to comfort you, hand rubbing up and down your back. “i got you baby.”

you cries are so loud rafe isn't sure you can hear him, especially when you start to hyperventilate.

“hey.” rafe takes your face in his hands, seeing the fear in your eyes as you struggle to actually take it any air. “take a breath for me, you're gonna pass out.”

you try, you really do, but you can't control your body as you continue to hyperventilate. rafe doesn't know what to do, he needs some sort of distraction or way to make you stop.

his face surges forward, his body working before his mind does as his lips press against yours, pressing a smashing kiss against your mouth.

you stop instantly, mind settling as your lips move against his, upset when you have to pull away to take in a gulping breath of fresh oxygen.

“it's okay.” rafes thumbs smooth over your cheeks. a mutual understanding comes over you both. this was bound to happen, and you don't need words to talk about what your relationship just became. “i got you. i got you.”

you nod, breathing deeply, finally able to control your body as you inhale and exhale until your lungs are full enough to lean forward and kiss rafe again. he doesn't hesitate for even a second before kissing back, his arms moving to wrap around you, pressing you further into him to deepen the kiss, only pulling away when the door shuts, your driver back in her spot.

“you okay?” rafe asks, his voice soft as he looks at you.

“i think after some more kisses i will be.” you giggle, cheeks blushing.

“and some timbits?”

“oh my god, those fuckers have them!” you gasp, your eyebrows scrunching together, making rafe laugh.

he presses a kiss against your lips, barely able to stop smiling to do so. “are you more mad they tried to take you or more mad they successfully took your donuts?”

you roll your eyes. “the timbits, duh.”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

[crookedteethed]

18+ Inspired by this porn link

⋆ ★ you and rafe have a onlyfans account

(A/N: not proofread, writing this on my phone because I’m too lazy to get my laptop 😔)

Imagine you and Rafe being that one couple in the obx with a large following on onlyfans. Of course, no one would know it was you guys in particular—you both never showed your faces—though some people (like your closest friends) had their speculations.

I can totally see you and Rafe falling into the exhibition porn category, because I know for a fact Rafe Cameron is an exhibitionist.

There was the video of you two fucking on the poolside at Tannyhill Manor. There was the video of him giving you back shots as you held on tightly to the railing of his balcony, and then there was the video of you cockwarming him on the beach during the hottest day of the summer.

The beach was packed with people surfing and sunbathing left and right, but there you sat on Rafe’s lap on a beach chair, filled to the brim with his delicious cock, a mixture of your combined juices spiraling down the supple flesh of your thighs, and the sheer excitement of getting caught. The cute little skirt that went with the bottoms of your bikini was barely long enough to cover your lips clinging to Rafe’s length but not long enough to cover the pool of cum and sweat sticking to your bodies; nothing could cover the sticky sopping sound your wet cunt made each time Rafe pushed up into you (this video was undoubtedly the one that got you two revenue—a whopping 1.2 million views).

And it wasn't like you and Rafe were doing this for money; he was the “kook king”, after all. You two were doing it just because you could.

[ipetite69]

p♡rn link ꜝꜝ

this is so rafe coded ofmggg he lets you free-use him whenever and wherever you want. no buts, no questions asked, he just gets right into making you feel better <33 he's such an attentive bf, always making sure you're free of stress with his face between your thighs <3

[winterrrnight]

rafe comforting you when he realizes you aren’t comfortable in your skin and can’t accept compliments <3 cw: body insecurities, intentional use of lower case, shy!reader, self indulgent af bro :/

it took him some time, but he started to notice it; the way you dodged his compliments, the way you always switched the topic each time he praised how beautiful you look, or how pretty you are.

he didn’t quite understand it at first. why would you not be so readily accepting the compliments? after all, every word coming out of his mouth is 100% true.

it’s a wonderful fall evening, both of you at the quiet beach as you sit next to each other on the sand, the sun slumping down in the horizon and the sky streaked with beautiful tints of oranges and yellows, a cool breeze blowing past you both. his arm stays slumped around your shoulders, his way of keeping you warm in the chilly breeze.

he takes a glance at you; the evening sun rays shining off you, making you look even more ethereal than ever.

“you look so beautiful right now…” he mutters softly, not realizing when the words leave the mouth. it’s more or less like a reflex for him to compliment you, he just can’t stop himself.

you feel your cheeks heat up at his words, your gaze now fixated at your lap, your fingers pulling onto each other. rafe notices this almost immediately, and realizes that each time he compliments you, he never hears a ‘thank you’ back.

“hey…” he says softly, placing his hand on top of yours to stop you from fiddling with your fingers, “look at me,”

you slowly, but surely, turn your head to meet your eyes with his warm blue ones, and he can see the hesitance in your eyes, your mind working away the gears as a million thoughts generate in your head.

“why do you hide from me any time I compliment you?” he asks softly. he doesn’t mean to pressurize you, but he’s realized this has been going on for way too long now, and he wants to get to the bottom of this.

“rafe i…” you fumble, your lips parting and he expects you to say something else, but nothing really leaves your mouth. your eye contact with him falters and you start to look away, but rafe is quick to gently grip on your chin and make you look at him.

“uh uh uh… look at me, please,” he pleads softly. it gets hard for you to maintain strong eye contact but nevertheless you keep on looking in his eyes.

“sweetheart…” he tuts softly, “don’t tell me you aren’t�� comfortable with what you look like…”

when no response leaves your lips and you just look in his eyes, the sadness only evolving in them more and more, all the dots connect in his mind.

you aren’t comfortable with what you look like, so you believe you don’t deserve the compliments he loves to shower you in, and don’t readily accept them the way he wishes you would.

he gently moves his hand to your cheek and strokes the skin softly, and you subconsciously lean into the warmth of his hand.

“you’re gonna keep looking at me when I say the next words…” he takes a deep breath. “you, my love, are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. and no– none of the hiding you always do okay? I will say this everyday to you if needed to show you that you indeed are so gorgeous, inside and out. that you radiate a certain light no one does. there is a charm you have that keeps on pulling me to you. I just hope you can see yourself from my eyes. and you’d see how your entire face glows under the warm sunlight, how your eyes shine when the moon shines its light on you. you smile so beautifully each time I take you to your favorite restaurant, or talk about some movie or show you love, or talk to you about new music… and I just wish you can see that, because it’s so beautiful, it’s the only thing I can think of all day,”

you don’t take your eyes off of him as tears full your eyes up to the brim. you blink and the tears make their way down, streaking your cheeks. your breathing is a little shaky, and rafe wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

“it’s okay to feel this way…” he whispers, “but just know, i’m never letting a single day pass by without reminding you just how beautiful you are okay? i’ll make you sick of my compliments,” he chuckles softly.

you can’t help but chuckle a little yourself, your face pressed against his blue lacoste. you slowly pull your face back and he quickly wipes off the residual tears off your face.

“thank you rafe…” you whisper softly, not knowing how badly you had needed that.

he smiles softly, knowing he’s succeeded because you didn’t dodge the compliment, you accepted it and thanked him for it. he presses a kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment as his lips come in contact with your skin.

“you’re so welcome my love,” he whispers against your skin, pressing another kiss.

he made you feel extremely loved and wanted in a way you’ve never felt.

— —

now who’s crying with me? 😁

[avenging-fandoms]

if you were a kook princess and best friends with rafe...... he'd find comfort in staying with you nearly 24/7.

the only time he would go home is if you ever came with him to get clothes or whatever. but if ward was there it'd end in an argument about him always never being home.

**fanon!rafe**

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

You could feel eyes on you, especially by the teens. It wasn't your fault that the gas station with the best snacks was where the pogues hung out the most, you were just high and hungry.

"Well, would you look at who came to grace us with their presence, the Kook Princess" You place all the items on the counter, JJ's voice right next to your ear as he leaned on the counter.

"12.54" The cashier broke the silence and you hand her a 20, JJ touching your sunglasses and you swat his hand.

"Don't try it, bitch" Kiara spoke and you laugh, taking your change and bag. "You're on our turf"

"Hey" Rafe said authoritatively and you tilt your head as you look at the two.

"So sorry I came to get sour straws and iced tea, didn't realize you'd be so bothered by me. I'll never step foot in here again" You smirk sarcastically and turn around, Rafe in the doorway. "All good, Rafe, let's go" You walk by him and he gives JJ a long look before following you out the door.

"What did they want?" Rafe asked and thanked you as you handed him an iced tea. You roll your eyes and take a sip, opening the sour straws and eating one.

"I don't know, try to intimidate me? JJ touched my glasses and I swatted his hand and Kiara stepped up like bitch I'm just trying to get snacks, not smacked. Please leave me alone" Rafe let out a laugh and looked over at you, opening his mouth.

You put a sour straw in his mouth, laughing as it flew in the wind of his open jeep. Rafe pulled into your driveway, the both of you getting out and Rafe carrying the bag. You opened the door and headed to your room, both of you taking off your shoes and falling on your bed.

You laid on your back, right leg bent with the left leg straight. Rafe laid on his stomach, head on your thigh. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Well, you've been in the same clothes since Wednesday, it's Friday. You need to go home and get more clothes. Just pack all the clothes you can quickly and avoid Ward"

"Can you come with me? I've been so good without him, I don't want to go back into that bad place again" Rafe mumbled and you pouted softly, playing with his hair as he looked at you.

"Of course, what're best friends for?" He smiled and you return it. "I've known you since the 3rd grade, which means I've known Ward that long. And I know he's not good for you or to you" He nods along, sitting up. "You want to go now?"

"Better now than never" He groaned loudly and shook his head, standing up. You both put on your shoes and and down the stairs again, Rafe hopping in the driver seat again.

You drove it silence, closing your eyes as there was no cloud in the sky, enjoying the breeze. Rafe parked in his driveway and you opened your eyes, seeing both Ward and Rose's cars weren't here.

"At least you know you won't see them" You smile and you both get out and you grab his hand. You walk in and close the door softly, taking your hand away and following him to his room.

Rafe grabbed the biggest bag he had and started shoving clothes into it, cursing hangers for not being easy to take off. Underwear, shirts, shorts, pants, socks, shoes. Anything he could fit until the zipper was barely holding on.

He picked the bag up over his shoulder and you stood up. "Let's go, I don't want to be here when they get back" You leave his room but see their cars still weren't here.

"Their cars are still gone, we're good" You reach the bottom of the stairs and you both stop as you see Ward standing in the living room. Rafe dropped the bag and pushed you behind him.

"Rafe, I haven't seen you in months" Ward's voice was in his manipulative tone, and your fingers gripped Rafe's shirt, wishing he would stay calm. "Why do you keep running, son? I just want you home, I miss my boy" Ward stepped forward and Rafe backed up.

"You miss making me do dirty work for you. You miss yelling at me. You miss wanting me to fuck up so you can yell at me. I'm not coming home, you're a terrible father" Rafe stood his ground and you smiled behind him.

Ward chuckled, backing up. "Really, Rafe? This isn't you, your little friend you have behind you is brainwashing you into thinking I don't love you" You stood out from behind Rafe, eyes dark.

"You don't love Rafe, you love controlling him. And someone needed to take his mental health seriously" You spoke and Ward's smirk dropped, stepping towards you.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe yelled, teeth gritted and eyes wide as he pushed Ward. "Stay the fuck away from her. She's more important to me than anyone in this fucking house except for Wheezie" He huffed and Ward looked at him.

"You are an idiot, Rafe. Running from your problems solves nothing!" It was a full on screaming match, and you grabbed Rafe's hand.

"Rafe.. Rafe let's go!" You yell and he picks up the bag, the both of you walking out the door with Ward yelling bad things about you. Rafe threw his things in, Ward following you two out and Rafe quickly stepped on the gas and reversed out of the driveway, spinning quickly and shifting to drive before speeding off.

He swerved around the street as Ward shot at you two, both you and Rafe bending down until you were far away from Ward. You sat up and looked at Rafe, whose knuckles were turning white and his breathing got choppy.

"Rafe.. pull over, honey. Pull over please" You touch his arm and he does, putting the car in park. You unbuckle both of your seatbelts and grab his hands, your hand on his face. "Rafe, it's okay. We don't have to see him again, you're safe"

Rafe looked at you with tears in his eyes, getting out of the car quickly and you watch as he walks around the jeep, opening your door and wrapping his arms around your waist. You hold your arms around his neck, closing your eyes.

"I hate him, he shot at us. I put you in danger, I'm so sorry" You shushed him and rubbed his back, swaying softly.

"You did nothing, Rafe. It's all his fault" You pull him away and kiss his forehead, hopping out. "I'll drive, just relax"

You drove home with Frank Ocean playing quietly, parking in the garage and opening the door for him. He grabs his bag and you both head up to your room. Rafe went into the bathroom quietly, taking his pajamas with him.

You took off your make up and did your skin care, waiting for Rafe to be done. You sat up as he came in and he threw his clothes in the hamper, looking at you and falling on your body. You smile and turned up the volume of the tv that played Rafe's favorite show, 'Family Guy.'

"I'm proud of you, Rafe. Always" you kissed his hand and you both get under the sheets, you turned on your side and Rafe pulled you into him, putting his chin in your neck as you both fell asleep calm and peaceful knowing you never had to see Ward Cameron again.

[fiction-is-life]

Congrats on 500 babe! You deserve every single one of them and so many more 🤍 Can’t wait to see you continue to grow and flourish 🦋 love you so much

Can I please request an angsty but fluffy blurb based on this prompt “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” with Rafey baby? I will cry 🥹

Need You

Author's Note: Aww, thank you so much!!! You are too sweet! Thank you for always commenting/reblogging my fics, you seriously don't know how much it means to me! I hope you like this one, I almost cried making it! 💕

Summary: Rafe is lost without you.

Warnings: Pregnancy/labor complications, mention of surgery, depiction of a coma, possibly unrealistic depiction of pregnancy/labor complications

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It had been over a week.  Eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact.  

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  For the past seven and a half months, your pregnancy had gone off without a hitch.  Every sonogram, every little kick, was a source of joy for both you and Rafe.

Sure, you were young, practically still kids, but you knew you were meant to be.   You had been planning your life after college for years, even before you had started to date.  You were just doing things a little out of order.

But then you had gone into labor early - six weeks too early to be precise.  The doctors said you were lucky to be alive, let alone fortunate that the baby had survived.  They had said that it was a condition called placenta previa, but Rafe hadn’t been listening.  He was still looking at your seemingly lifeless body on the operating table as they handed him the baby, asking for a name.

But he couldn’t even bring himself to name the baby.  He knew it was a boy, but it didn’t feel right to do something so monumental while you were still not awake.  He let his dad and Rose handle everything else, let them make him eat and listen to the doctors say they didn’t have much hope.

Rafe hadn’t even let himself cry - he was still too stunned to do so.  He just sat at your side, watching you.  On the eighth day he broke down, exhausted and drained, and he started to talk to you.

“He’s healthy, you know,” he said, his voice raspy from disuse.  “He’s perfect.  Ten fingers, ten toes.”  He took a shaky breath - the only kind he knew how to take these days.  “He’s got your eyes.  Rose says he has my smirk, though, so I don’t know if that is a good thing,” he chuckled.

He paused and took your hand, gently caressing it.  He sniffed.  “The nurses keep telling me all the stuff I’m going to have to do for the baby.  I know we took those classes, but I feel so overwhelmed.  I just can’t mess anything up for him, you know?  I thought I was going to have you to help me.  You have always been there, (Y/N/N), ever since we were kids.  Always so level-headed, getting us out of trouble wherever we found it.”

Tears started to roll down his face, slowly, but he couldn’t feel them.  “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed, finally letting himself feel the emotions that had been pent up for over a week.  He buried his head in your hand, kissing it and covering it in tears in equal measure.  

He sat there for what seemed like forever, simply expelling all of the grief and terror from his body.  When he finally looked up, he gasped and started crying anew.

You were awake.  Rafe leapt out of his seat to kiss your beautiful lips carefully, his trembling on top of yours.  When he pulled back, his heart caught in his throat, and all he could manage to say was a small, “Hey.”

You giggled lightly, still tired.  “Hey,” you replied, also lost for words as Rafe once again took your hand to kiss it reverently.

Rafe smiled, his eyes shining with love as they always did when they looked at you.  He took a deep breath and swallowed before licking his lips as he always did when nervous.  “Would you like to meet our son?”

You just smiled, and Rafe knew that everything was finally going to be alright.

~

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[cantstoptheimagines]

🎶 You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you 🎶

The Way I Loved You, Taylor Swift

“You’re So in Love That You Act Insane, That’s the Way I Loved You” (Rafe Cameron | Outer Banks)

Summary — Rafe becomes volatile under the weight of his feelings for you.

Requested by thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles — 🎶 You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you 🎶 The Way I Loved You, Taylor Swift

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Cursing; mentions of alcohol (mostly drunk and jealous Rafe); slightly toxic situationship.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 496. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Send me your favorite Taylor lyrics to receive a blurb.

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a fight was usually the first sign your night was turning to shit. you could hear rafe’s voice echoing from across the beach, despite the loud, ongoing party. like nails on a chalkboard, his drunken slurs captured the attention of nearly everyone there.

“rafe!” you called out, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of him getting in some other touron’s face with an angry expression. “rafe, come over here! what’re you doing?”

the situation was quickly escalating. rafe had tossed his cup on the ground, his new shoes. meanwhile, his opponent could only hold up his hands in a defensive position. topper and kelce were no help, of course. the two of them had each whipped out their phones, ready to record the first punch.

they got the shot they wanted in the end. you cursed and passed your drink to one of your friends when rafe’s fist suddenly flew through the air. the crack! of his knuckles colliding with the touron’s made you nauseous.

your hand wrapped around the fabric of his shirt, tugging him away from the crowd. everyone else quickly surrounded the touron, who was left to moan painfully in the sand. rafe breathed heavily, but still allowed you to push him into passenger side of his truck.

the moment you got into the driver’s seat, rafe let out a frustrated sigh. the quiet hum of the engine seemed to be the only thing keeping you from snapping. as you started driving him home, rafe shook his head, “aren’t you still buzzed?”

“your stupidity sobered me up,” you scoffed. “that was your third fight this week, rafe. what’s the deal?”

“i’ve told you a million times already,” he snapped. “those dumbass tourons are always talking about you! they act like you’re a piece of meat or something!”

you nearly smiled at his protective nature. you stopped, however, upon reminding yourself that he wasn’t being protective, but possessive, “what do you care? i’m not yours.”

“you sure do let me fuck you enough to be mine.”

rafe knew he messed up when you didn’t respond right away. the truck fell silent and tension hung in the air. he could hardly breathe from how thick it was.

“sorry,” he muttered, the alcoholic haze slowly creeping out of his mind. “didn’t mean that.”

you remained silent. rafe’s heart sank into the abyss of his stomach. his chest felt as though it would cave under a sudden bout of guilt—

“i know.”

a wave of relief overwhelmed his body. he could feel words of his deepest confessions trying to escape his throat. apologies, whispered compliments, i love you’s. the last one was the scariest, of course. he never dared to imagine your reaction to his secret affections. yet, here he was, on the edge of fucking it all up with his intoxicated anger.

so in love that i act insane, he thought, quietly admiring you beneath the red glow of a stoplight. that’s the way i love you.

[inthemytdl]

POV: Sofia

“Rafe, what did you do?” Your hands trembled like a car on gravel. You crossed your arms, uncrossed them, and let them drop to your side before deciding to cross them again. “Rafe?” He was only six feet away but it felt like galaxies.

“No,” he said, over and over, his volume intensifying with each word. His hands gripped his shaking head. 

You shifted and the six feet between you became seven. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t!” He looked at you. “I- I mean you saw him. He attacked us. I defended myself. I defended you.”

“Rafe…” Your voice was small. A part of you wanted to reach for him, your hand lifting before the nearby body came into eyesight, and you dropped it back to your side.

“I didn’t hurt him. See?” He reached the brown-haired man laying on the bloody concrete. “He’s fine.” Rafe’s croaked laugh filled the air. “Hey, get up!” He rocked him side to side to no avail. “This isn’t fucking funny, alright? I know you can hear me.” He gripped the man’s collar, lifting his limp head.

“Rafe…” 

“I said get the fuck up!” 

“Rafe, stop!”

“You think you can do this to me? Make me seem like a… a killer.” You swallowed, hard. The dryness abrasive to your throat. None of it made sense. How your seemingly perfect date became… this. You tried to recall the events but the memory was like the afternoon sky—cloudy. “I’m no fucking killer! I did my time. Made up for that shit.”

“Rafe!” With every shout the world grew slower. Just three hours ago Rafe had picked you up on his bike and took you to see his boat on the marina. You'd gotten something to eat together and had a laugh. It was… good. But everything changed the minute that man arrived and Rafe reached behind his shirt. Now you couldn’t recognize the guy in front of you. What was he talking about? Made up for what? 

“Rafe—“ Your voice croaked.

“I don’t do that shit anymore!” He shouted, his voice cracking. “I- I promised myself...” He lowered the man, his limp body. “I promised myself I would never hurt anyone like that…” You wondered what he meant, what he was thinking. If you were even here with him or if it was just him and the body. 

The thought lingered as the sky darkened, any light breaking through daggers to your eyes. Your arm burned, the fiery sting a mystery until your cheek collided with concrete and you realized you had fallen.

Rafe’s voice grew smaller, but maybe it was you and the ringing in your ears. 

“I would never… N-not again.”

Your eyes shuttered closed and you inhaled a deep breath before the word went dark. The last thought on your mind, an echo. 

“Again?” 

a/n: Sofia is a character in obx, not an oc.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

kinktober: size kink blurbs

something a little different for todays kinktober! not a full fic but a collection of blurbs

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, smut, size kink, p in v sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv

“i can take it.” you say with confidence, even though in reality you’re unsure of if his cock will actually fit inside you easily. he’s bigger than you expected. he’s spent the last 5 minutes just grinding against your pussy, making sure you were thoroughly wet. “tell me if it hurts.” rafe kisses you gently, pressing his cock against your entrance. it’s so tight, he’s not sure if his head can even fit inside. rafe keeps his eyes on your face as he pushes inside, watching for any sort of discomfort.

rafe hovers over you, his wide body completely overtaking your form. your hands are on his shoulders, looking so tiny compared to him. “my little baby.” rafe bends down to kiss you.

rafes jaw almost literally drops seeing you in his shirt. it’s one of his few graphic tshirts, and it looks more like a dress on you, the sleeves going down to your elbows and hem cutting you off mid-thigh. he stares at you, eyes following every little movement, trying to see if there is anything under the shirt. when you finally realize, you give him a little giggle, eyes flicking down to where his cock is clearly hard in his sweatpants. he’s deciding between tearing the tshirt in two to see you bare or making you come over to where he sits and ride him while wearing it.

you are snuggled up next to rafe on the couch while he has his laptop sat on his knees, typing away, doing some kind of work that you’re not paying attention to, too focused on rubbing your hands over his wide chest. rafe sighs as he looks away from his laptop screen to your small hand on his shirt. “baby.” rafe says, taking your hand in his. “sorry, am i being distracting?” you pout, turning your hand over as his lays flat, realizing how big of a difference there is in the size of your hands, especially with how long rafes fingers are. you can’t help it, knowing he has to focus on work, but you still take his hand and bring it up to your mouth, sucking his finger in between your lips, closing your eyes as you swirl your tongue around it.

“raaafe.” you whine, getting on your tiptoes as you try to reach the top shelf of the cabinet again. rafe is standing behind you, smile on his face at your attempts to jump up. he finally concedes to your whining, coming up behind you and pressing you into the counter, reaching up to grab the box. “you’re just too little, baby.” rafey says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you gasp, and rafe smirks, knowing that you’ve finally felt how hard he is against your backside.

“baby, your hands are so small.” rafe coos as you look up at him, hands moving faster on his cock as you try to take up as much of him as you can, but your hands are simply too tiny. “‘m sorry.” you pout, but rafe shakes his head. “that’s okay baby, you’ll just have to use your mouth too.” rafe says, stroking your cheek and then placing his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his waiting cock with a moan.

rafe is thrusting in and out of you, his hands swallowing your hips, gripping the skin tightly as he looks down, realizing he can see himself bulging through your stomach, a little bump forming with every thrust. “look baby.” rafe says happily, and you can barely lift your head up to look from the immense pleasure he’s bringing you.

[willowpains]

we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

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

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

But it kept you entertained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled at your words.

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

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

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

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

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

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

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

You giggle at his words.

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

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

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

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

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

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

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

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

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

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

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

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

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

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

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

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

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

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

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

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

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

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

He snorted out a laugh.

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

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

You scrunch up your nose at him.

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

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

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

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

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

You nod at his words.

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

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

Drew laughs at your reaction.

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

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

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

*

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

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

they’re just too cute I can’t

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

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

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

rating: sfw — cw: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 personapeters 2024 — all rights reserved • masterlist

[winterrrnight]

rafe cameron is naturally a dom and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, your lips pressing against the soft skin of his neck, your fingers stroking his hair, and how you keep on calling him a pretty boy, he practically melts.

more on this!

[avenging-fandoms]

you felt so guilty fucking rafe cameron knowing that he had a girlfriend, but you craved his touch. rafe gave you exactly what you wanted and you couldn't get enough of him.

and he couldn't get enough of you.

"so, should i do the walk of shame back to my house?" you broke the silence, laughing.

"what? just stay here a little bit longer hm?" rafe replied, throwing a shirt back on, giving you a shirt to also put on.

"what if your girlfriend comes here? hm? what are you gonna do if that happens? hide me in your bathroom?"

he smirked, "that's not actually a bad idea, you know?"

you rolled your eyes at him, still in awe of how good he fucked you.

"i can just drive you home if you're so worried?" he'd lay back on his bed, smiling at you.

he'd cuddle up to you, wrapping himself around you, which made you smile and cuddled him back, you fell asleep since you felt so safe with him, but not realizing what you're getting yourself into with him.

you woke up again a few hours later and he drove you home, your mom was at work so she wouldn't question why you're wearing someone elses shirt. instead, you're getting texts from your friends, forgetting that they live across the road from you and saw rafe's car drop you off.

"why did rafe cameron just drop you off home?" your phone screen lit up, stressing you out.

you're gonna be in deep shit, considering you also have marks on your neck, you can't hide it from your best friends.

- 🧁

part one part two part three part four part five <- (you are here)

series playlist

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The flat sheet draped over your naked body, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. He has a girlfriend, you made him cheat. You're a terrible person.

A terrible person who just had the best sex in existence. The way his hands fit perfectly against your body, his body pressing against yours and whispering your name. You wanted more.. you needed more.

Rafe looks at you, studying the shape of your body under his sheet, watching your nostrils as you catch your breath. He was pissed- you weren't wrapped around his finger but he was wrapped around yours.

"So.. should I do the walk of shame back to my house in my ripped shirt and bra or..?" You finally broke the silence with a chuckle, Rafe giving you a look as he stands up.

"What, am I that bad you don't want to hang out with me?" Rafe threw on a shirt and threw you one of his t-shirts. You slip on the shorts you put in your bag, sitting back on Rafe's bed.

Rafe put on a pair of khakis and sits next to you, both of you leaning back against the pillows. "Well, what if your girlfriend wants to surprise you? What would you do, hide me in the bathroom behind the shower curtain?"

Rafe smirked, eyes flickering over your face. "That's not a bad idea, princess. Should we practice?"

You roll your eyes, pushing his bicep which only made you think of biting his arm while he repeatedly smacked his hips into yours. You had never had someone fuck you like Rafe did, and it was such a bad thing. You craved him every second he's not touching you, and he has a fucking girlfriend.

"Do you just want me to drive you home, Miss Paranoid? I won't be offended" He moved his hands to behind his head, scooting his body down a bit to get comfortable. His shirt came up a bit, and you saw the body part you did a line off of.

Rafe turned his body to face you and engulfed you in his body, a smile creeping up on your face. "Rafe Cameron is a cuddler?"

"Who isn't?" He mumbles into your arm and you laugh, laying your head on his bicep and draping your arm over his ribs. Your eyes felt heavy as you inhaled his scent in slow breaths, everything about him made you feel safe.

Fuck.

-

Your body jolted a bit as you woke up, the sun shining into your eyes. You groan and turn your body, pushing back into Rafe's front. "I don't usually sleep in on Saturdays" He said in his morning voice, and you mentally orgasmed.

"Well when you pick someone up at 2am and fuck them for a few hours, you sorta get tired" You reply and he chuckles, kissing your neck. You sit up and go to the bathroom, freshening yourself up and damning Rafe for the hickeys on your neck, collar bone, chest and thighs.

"Ready to go home, princess?" He pops his head into the bathroom where you stood in just your underwear and bra as you inspected your body. Rafe smirked as he admired his work, whereas you burned holes into him.

You got dressed and grabbed your stuff, heading to Rafe's Jeep. Rafe played his music softly, the warm Summer morning making you want to fall asleep again. Rafe pulled into your driveway and you popped out, grabbing your bag.

"Am I going to see you tonight?" Rafe asked and you leaned over the door, smiling.

"Ask your girlfriend" You walk inside, watching as Rafe pulls away with a smile. You break out into a fit on smiles and soft screeches, happy your mom was at work so she didn't walk in on you acting crazy.

Your phone was buzzing like crazy, and you smirk to yourself thinking it was Rafe and him telling you how much he missed you. Your stomach dropped as you saw your friend group chat blowing up.

Ava: Why was Rafe Cameron at your house?? Isabella: His jeep is very recognizable Isabella: WE NEED ANSWERS DAMN IT

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How could you forget that they live across the street? It's not like they haven't lived there for your whole life. Your thumbs wave over your keyboard, thinking of a very good but convincing lie.

Yn: don't be mad Yn: i went to go see alex

Ava: YN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

Yn: i said don't be mad! Yn: so we started hooking up and he gave me all these hickeys and kept saying 'you're all mine' and blah blah blah and i left his car cause i didn't believe him Yn: he got out and tried to get me to talk in the car but rafe was at the package store next to where we were Yn: he heard alex's voice raise and came to help me. he let me spend the night because i didn't want to be alone and mom's working a long shift

Ava: Did you fuck Rafe?

Yes.

Yn: NO!!! never!!!!

Ava: Lame. Stop being a goody two shoes and fuck him Ava: But on a serious note, I'm sorry Alex is the biggest douche in the world

Isabella: I hope what happened helped you get closure in getting over him

Yn: yeah, i'm definitely over alex

All because you got under Rafe.

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[starkeysbunny]

do you ever just ….

like put me in a headlock or something damn

[rafesangelita]

i feel like rafe has a major housewife kink

warnings: mentions of traditional stuff (just for the sake of the kink, please don’t stone me ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১), rafe is kinda misogynistic, fingering, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, headlock, reader is too fucked out to think about anything else, degradation, slapping, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby tapping threats

“i can’t— oh my, god. rafe!” your eyes fluttered shut for what felt like the hundredth time already, your thighs trembling as both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. rafe had no regard, nor did he care about this being your fourth orgasm as he rubbed your clit into overstimulation like his life depended on it. “yes, you fucking can,” he grunted, forcing your thighs open as they threatened to shut around his hand, “m’gonna keep you cumming until i see tears running down those cheeks.” you cried out at his words, your back arching into his chest at the overwhelming sensation.

rafe hadn’t even fucked you yet, and you were already on the verge of tapping out. flipping you over, rafe snaked an arm underneath your tummy before pulling you up, wasting no time in pressing your face into his pillows. stroking the small of your back, rafe groaned at the sight. he could see the body glitter on your skin, the little specs glinting underneath the dim lighting of his room. “fuck, i wish you would just let me have you already.. i’d make sure to slut you out every single day.” you whimpered when he delivered a harsh smack to the globe of your ass. “you just don’t know,” his aching tip prodded at your entrance, “i’d make sure you’d never have to lift a finger ever again.”

wrapping your hair around his fist, rafe slid into you without warning, drawing a shriek to leave your lips. “you shouldn’t be working in that fucking club,” he said through gritted teeth, “you should be here with me, letting me take care of you. i’ll come home and you’ll be waiting for me with a hot plate,” leaning down, rafe yanked your head back so his mouth was next to your ear, “you’ll keep this place spotless and i’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want,” just then, he wrapped a bicep around your neck, your chin tucked between the crease of his elbow and his forearm, “fuck you however you want.”

rafe’s words were punctuated by his thrusts, your acrylics scratching at his skin as you held onto him for dear life. “just picture that; me using you for all that you’re good for.” maybe it was because everyone who knew you, especially your girlfriends at the club, knew you wouldn’t be settling down anytime soon, or at all for that matter, but the idea of locking you away in tanneyhill and never going anywhere without you hanging off of his arm, making you fully reliant on him, financially and emotionally, it turned him on beyond words could describe. “you don’t even know what i’m saying,” he laughed, “you’re too cock drunk to understand.”

you whimpered pathetically, tears running down your face as he planted a slap to your cheek. “gonna fill up this cunt and trap you, maybe then you’ll understand what i’m saying when i put my baby inside of you.”