#s1!rafe

[princessbrunette]

s1!rafe doesn’t like girls picking on his perfect angel girlfriend, it’s disrespectful — not only to you but to him and his reputation.

if he finds out a girl is picking on you, he knows he can’t go for her — so he’ll go for the next best thing. finding her boyfriend on his way to his golf cart at the country club and wiping the smile off his face when he smacks him hard with his golf club a good few times before looming over the confused and bloody man on the floor. “you — you know i heard your girlfriend hasn’t been very nice to my girl. you know anything about that?” rafe squints, lowering into a squat as the guy cowers beneath his shadow.

“what? i don’t get involved with that shit!” he defends, holding his hands up. rafe grips him by the shirt, yanking him up just a tad to talk right in his face.

“well get involved. keep your bitch on a leash, alright?”

[maiiuelle]

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rafe cameron is not known for giving heartfelt apologies, but after what he had done to you last week, he couldn’t shake the sick feeling in his stomach.

he tried all his usual methods of letting go — starting with more meaningless hook ups, cocaine, and partying. it felt natural to try to move on like you were just another fling, after all you were never officially together. it worked enough to keep him occupied, but ultimately, it only made him feel worse to pretend you meant nothing to him. it serves as a constant reminder of exactly how he made you feel that night — like nothing.

the intrusive memory of what happened haunts him. before the incident, you were really growing on him. he made you his main girl without meaning to, inviting you to the club and out golfing just because he genuinely wanted you there beside him. by the time he realized he had real feelings for you, it felt like everyone else already knew.

you made him feel vulnerable, and it scared him. being so public with you put his emotions out on display. he had to remind himself that you weren’t his girlfriend, you were just supposed to be another girl he had on his roster. he has a big ego and an even bigger reputation, and in an attempt to protect that rather than you, he continued on with his bachelor lifestyle.

he never imagined you’d show up that night — he hoped brushing you off would shoo you away, save you from the inevitable realization he isn’t as great as he makes himself out to be. instead, you made him face you head on, and he would remember the devastated look on your face forever.

the nonchalant mask finally slips when his friends start asking where you went, having noticed your sudden absence. after all that time of trying to suppress his guilt, it struck a nerve just hearing your name. “who’s asking? ‘cause—cause i know it’s none of your fuckin’ business what she’s up to.”

topper lifts his hands in surrender, eyeing kelce. “woah. chill, man. i was just wondering, i thought you were into that chick.”

kelce snickers, taking the chance to finally get payback for every time rafe mocked them for chasing after girls. “what? did she dump you or something?”

rafe just pushes out of his seat, waving them off as he finishes what’s left in his glass. he doesn’t spare his friends another glance despite their boisterous protests, instead just addressing the bartender on his way out. “put it on cameron.”

he can’t handle it anymore, he has to do something.

it’s officially been a week since you last saw rafe. like clockwork the early birds begin to sing songs as they welcome the brand new day, the sun just starting to rise above the horizon. you’re still awake from the night before, unable to sleep with how your mind is racing.

you had been holding it together much better than rafe — to the public, you’re thriving. you go out with your friends every night, looking better than ever at yacht parties and the island club. it’s freeing to spend more time with your girl friends again, but you really can’t stand to spend any time by yourself.

thats why the nights are the worst, when you’re stuck alone in the silent solitude of your bedroom. that’s where you are now, wrapped up in your duvet with puffy eyes from crying all night over him. you just couldn’t wrap your head around the betrayal — after you thought you truly knew him, he turned out to be exactly how everyone said he was. manipulative, slimy, and selfish. your heart aches at your own ignorance, feeling stupid for not seeing the now obvious red flags.

to try to get your mind off of him, even just for a second, you tune into the gentle tapping of morning rain on your windowsill. in an overtired daze, you dream of being a princess locked away in a tower with your heroic lover waiting below, tossing stones at your window to garner your attention.

you don’t let it play on for too long, cutting it off abruptly by pulling your pillow over your face, silently scolding yourself. your infatuation with romance novels is what got you into this mess in the first place, making you delusively believe that rafe cameron was your prince charming. so stupid.

but, the tapping grows louder, your silly fantasy rebelling against you, refusing to disappear. in a fit of exhausted frustration, you grab the pillow off your head and throw it across the room, watching as it lands flat on the floor just short of the window, just in time for one of the shiny stones from your garden to hit the glass. then another, and another.

it couldn’t be. you can’t believe your eyes, especially after a long night of sobbing and zero sleep. you slowly slip out of your bed, walking up to the window cautiously.

“oh, you have to be joking.” you look down from your bedroom window to see none other than rafe standing in your lawn with a hand full of rocks and his truck parked on the curb. he’s clearly had a long night too, swaying on his feet and deflating when he sees you appear in the window.

“baby! baby — please talk to me!” he shouts, and you rush to push your window open. your father already hates the camerons, and you don’t want to deal with that confrontation if he wakes him up this early in the morning.

“shhh!” you press your finger to your lips, practically pushing your whole upper body out the window urgently to whisper-shout at him. “what are you thinking? my dad’s gonna kill you!”

“baby, i—i need to talk to you, please.” rafe whines, dropping the rest of the stones in his hand so he can push his bangs back. desperation looks strange on him, in your state of shock you hold up a hand to silence him and give yourself a second to weigh your options. you could get him back for what he did right now, do exactly what he did to you — you could scream at him to leave, to never speak to you again, and go get your father to handle the rest.

but instead, you just roll your eyes. so stupid. “just.. just wait a second.” you sigh as you shut the window quietly, closing your eyes for a moment of pause. before you change your mind, you march to your bedroom door, grabbing your fluffy robe and slipping it over your shoulders followed by your slippers.

you would never do any of that to him, not with the way you still feel about him, no matter how frustrating that is. you wish he could just be dead to you, but that’s not how you feel. the least you could do is hear out what he has to say for himself, even big bad rafe cameron deserves a second chance.

you take a deep breath as you slip down the stairs quietly, bracing yourself to face him. you open the front door, pulling your robe tighter over your nightgown to fight the cold morning air that bites at your skin as you sneak outside.

rafe rushes toward you, holding his head in anguish. “baby, listen to me. i—i know i screwed up, alright? i—”

“stop!” you thump your foot on the front porch, glaring at him from the top of the wooden steps. just because you’re kind enough to give him the time of day doesn’t mean he’s off the hook. he listens, pausing with wide eyes as he looks you over. he really is a mess, tears falling from his eyes and mixing with the morning rain that’s already soaked his hair and shirt. “god, rafe. what is going on with you?”

“i’m a fuckin’ idiot.” he cries, his face twisting as he sobs. “we had something good, right? and—and i fucked it all up. i did. it’s all my fault.”

you stand there with your arms crossed in front of you like a shield.“how do you think i feel? i thought you cared, meanwhile you’re lying to me and fucking some other girl?” you frown, staring him down. “you.. you humiliated me!”

“i know, i know — trust me, i know!” he grits his teeth, spinning on his heel in frustration before pacing back toward you. “you’ve got no idea, alright? i promise you, i’ve torn myself apart enough over this. just—” he strains, sucking in a shaky deep breath and forcing it out, trying to calm down. “i need you. okay?”

“oh really? how am i supposed to trust you?” you spit, venom in your voice. seeing him grovel at your front steps is oddly satisfying, even though the deep hurt in his voice is twisting your stomach.

“baby, look at me!” rafe drags his hands down his wet shirt, looking at you like a puppy dog stuck out in the rain. “i’m a fuckin’ mess without you. look, i—i took advantage of the situation, alright, i admit that. but i can’t breathe without you.” he stops, fidgeting anxiously as he waits for a response. you’re frozen, equally as shocked as him at his words. the anxiety gets the better of him and he steps forward, moving up the steps toward you. seeing your teary, red eyes stings in his chest. “c’mere, okay? let’s just — let’s just put this all behind us, right?”

“rafe—”

“nah, nah. it’s alright, c’mere.” he coos, and you kick yourself because you don’t back away, instead letting him come up on your porch and put his arms out for you. you blink up at him with your doe eyes, the sympathetic look on his face melting your defense. you just crumble into his arms, having been so desperate for him to comfort you exactly how he his now. “c’mon, there you go. you’re my girl. my girl.”

could you give him another chance?

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[starkeydoll]

perv!bsf!rafe … who’s a total loser, and soooo icky.

warnings: noncon, dubcon, that’s it i think …

he’s shameless about it too. will text you late at night about something normal, eventually coercing you into sending a picture of your face. ‘just miss my best friend, that’s all’ …. then he’s asking what necklace you have on, wanting a pic of your tank top … ‘what? i can’t wonder what you’re wearing now?’. until eventually he’s got you tilting the camera down to show off your whole body.

and he’s fisting his cock the entire time, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, eyes transfixed on the picture of you laying against your pretty sheets ... little pyjama shorts riding up your plush thighs, hard nipples poking through the thin material of your cami.

he’s coming against his stomach with an almost whimper … grabbing whatever discarded item of clothing is closest to wipe it off.

the next time you see him, you’re headed to a party. he’s pumping gas into his truck, hand on the top of the car as he looks down at you … his little passenger, through the open window. and when he pulls his wallet out to pay at the pump, you catch a glimpse of yourself. a little crinkled picture of your body tucked behind the clear panel in the leather.

‘rafe!’ you’re gasping, ‘why would you print that out?!’

and he’s laughing all sleazy, telling you you’re overreacting with a shrug … ‘s’not that serious doll, you sent the pic, can do whatever i want with it’

when you inevitably drink too much and he has to drive you home, placing you in bed like a baby, he tells you you’re ‘far too drunk to get changed yourself’ and that he’ll ‘just have to do it for you’. cock discreetly in his right hand, thumbing himself over lazily as he leans over you … left hand taking it’s sweet time pulling down your little dress.

you’re incoherently mumbling something about ‘hurrying up’ because you’re ‘tired and wanna go to bed’ and he’s smirking, swallowing back a moan as he reassures that he’s ‘going as quick as i can, doll’

it’s a shame you’re far too drunk to notice the way he’s panting … to notice the feeling of your panties being pulled down your mid thighs … don’t notice when he cums into them with a groan either, sticky white seed painting the gusset as he catches his breath and pulls them back up your hips with a hum of approval.

you’ll wake up hungover and a little confused at the way your panties stick to you, gasping when you tug them to the side and see the cum that’s been smushed up against your cunt all night.

he’s a forward thinker though, stole all your clean panties before he left … guess you’ll just have to stay in the seed stained ones.

[meiiie]

back for season 4, baby 🗺️

how are ya guys doing? i'm literally about to watch season 4 right now!! so excited, how is it so far? 🌊

[rafesbambiangel]

s1 rafe is so hot but some of you are just not ready for that conversation

[cameronsprincess]

yeah.

[sexyxdylanxobrien]

imagine just getting absolutely railed in a mating press by rafe

[loonylupinblack3]

I think we completely forget in s1 how after rafe got kicked out wheezie goes over and gives rafe her money.

Like this thirteen year old kid with no job obviously had saved that money for YEARS and when her brother was in trouble she gives it to him no questions asked. Like he didn't even ask her for it she just gave it to him.

It's so upsetting to see the amount of loyalty she has for that family and the shitty way they treat her in return

[storytellerslense]

JJ Maybank character analysis

Luke Maybank and the unhealthy dynamics of parentification

What is parentification?

Parentification is a role reversal where parents are emotionally unavailable to provide support to the child typically due to their own problems often caused by alcohol or drug addiction or a mental illness. The child is forced to take care of themselves and take responsibility of the parent. Parents who are emotionally unavailable might also put down their children, contributing to a lack of self-esteem and increased stress for the child. This unavailability leaves the child without the necessary emotional guidance and stability.

The relationship between JJ and Luke Maybank

Luke is a single father. He is drinking and addicted to the prescribtion drug "Ambien", also known as a Z-drug. He is neglectful and abusive, failing to offer the emotional backing that JJ needs.

Luke Maybank is addicted to sedatives

Until about the third episode of the first season, we don't learn much about JJ Maybank's abusive family background. The first time we get a glimpse of his father is when Luke Maybank is exiting Barry's house, where he possibly went to get drugs or being involved in other shady activities. We also learn, that Luke Maybank lost his job at the salvage yard because he turned up drunk for work.

In Season 1, Episode 3, JJ Maybank and his friends visit the salvage yard to steal an underwater drone. During this scene, JJ concocts a lie about his father to distract the security guard, crying that his father "was gonna hit him again" if he wouldn't finish a certain task for him. The viewer is left wondering if there is some truth in his lie.

In Episode 5, father and son are on screen together for the first time in a dramatic scene, which intensity shocked many viewers. Beforehand, JJ Maybank was portrayed as funny, reckless and rebellious. There were no actual signs that he could have really been the victim of such vicious domestic violence as portrayed in this Episode.

In the scene Luke Maybank picks up his son JJ from the police station. As soon as they got into the car, Luke's entire rage is suddenly unleashed on JJ as he brutally beats him up. The mistreatment continues at home, where Luke verbally abuses his son mercilessly, possibly being under the influence of prescribtion drugs and alcohol. Meanwhile JJ locks himself in his bedroom. He is badly bruised and anxious, visibly traumatized and shaken by his father's actions.

"How you gonna get that money back, huh? By sittin' around doin' nothin'? I'm gonna tell you right now, you are a worthless piece of shit! Your Momma knew." (Luke Maybank, Season 1, Episode 5).

But physical abuse only being one possible hallmark of parentification. Parentification mainly involves overstimulation in parent-child interaction, where the focus is strongly on the parent's emotional needs. A strong indicator for JJ being parentified is, that he only feels valuable when fulfilling his father's needs. He really tries to please his father, desperately longing to "earn" just a small moment of parental kindness.

When he steals money from Barry's drug shack to pay for his restitution, he is even willing to jeopardize his friendship with the Pogues, just to fix things with his father.

At first, Luke gratefully accepts the money. JJ is shown beaming with relief and happiness over his father's praise and appreciation. But soon after Luke makes it clear that he doesn't want to use it for the restitution to help his son. He argues that the money was his to spend because JJ had already "cost him so much".

Luke instills guilt in JJ by blaming him for his misery (Season 1, Episode 7)

With that being said, Luke twists the fact that it is actually his paternal duty to provide for JJ's basic needs. Instead, he manipulates JJ by making him feel responsible for financial burdens, further solidifying JJ's role as a caregiver.

When JJ objects and takes his money back, his father beats him again. This time, JJ fights back, ultimately overpowering his father, pinning him to the ground. JJ is about to possibly hit and kill him with an object, but at the sight of his father being defeated he breaks down in tears, heartbroken and frustrated about his father's repeated rejection towards him and possibly feeling guilty and ashamed about having to defend himself like that against his own father. As JJ realizes how weak his father is, he might have also felt uncomfortable and confused with the sudden power he has over him. Notably, that particular scene also visualizes the unhealthy role reversal between father and son.

"You gave me nothing. You gave me nothing but a shitty life. All you ever did was try to scare me. But guess what? I am not scared of you anymore!" (JJ Maybank, Season 1, Episode 7)

The internal struggle between longing for parental affection and dealing with the reality of his father's behavior becomes clearer in Episode 10 when JJ tries to steal the key to Luke's boat, the "Phantom".

As JJ is about to take the key off his sleeping father, Luke surprisingly wakes up in a changed demeanor. He apologizes to his son, not without shifting part of the blame onto JJ, saying: "You remind me of your mother".

"I know I'm hard on you sometimes. But sometimes I see your mother in you. And it get's me a little tweaked, you know?" (Luke Maybank, Season 1, Episode 10)

Although Luke comes across sincere and apologetic in this moment, he actually refuses to take any responsibility for mistreating his son. Worse than that, he shifts the blame onto JJ's mere existence and heritage. This justification for his anger issues is another form of abuse and emotional manipulation.

Additionally to that, Luke Maybank repeatedly brings up JJ's missing mother and his frustration about her, with complete disregard for his son's feelings for her. He never considers whether JJ loved his mother, if he misses her, or if JJ himself is hurt or confused by her disappearance. He focuses only on his own pain and frustration, completely ignoring his sons feelings who must navigate complex emotions and family dynamics all by himself.

JJ finally accepts his father's attempt to hug him because he deeply craves for his approval and love. In doing so you can see him desperately trying to push down his emotions and unsuccessfully holding back his tears. The intimate moment is interrupted when Luke, under the influence of his drugs, collapses back on the couch sleeping, allowing JJ to think clearly again and finalise his mission of taking the key of his father.

Another instance where the role reversal becomes very clear is when Luke JJ helps his dad to escape to Yucatan in Season 2, Episode 8. After they share an emotional farewell on the boat, JJ gives his father some money for the journey and secretly disposes the pills fueling Luke's addiction. These actions are another example of JJ routinely stepping into a caretaker role, which traditionally belongs to the parent.

Luke Maybank pressures his son into helping him for the last time (Season 2, Episode 8)

JJ stays behind, relieved that his father cannot harm and manipulate him anymore. But his hopes are fading that he will ever change. JJ is left with the growing certainty that he will, despite his relentless efforts, never be able to have the unconditional love and acceptance he craves for. It is questionable if JJ will ever give up seeking his father's love and acceptance, but due to his personal growth in the last three season it becomes clear that he will no longer fight for it to the point of self-sacrifice.

Luke Maybank leaves his son (supposedly) for good in Season 2, Episode 8

[saturnstringz]

KEEP YOUR BITCH ON A LEASH???

IM SCREAMING THIS IS SOMETHING HE WOULD DO N SAY N I NEEEEDDDDD HIM.

I ACTUALLY STARTED GIGGLING N TWIRLING MY HAIR N KICKING MY FEET.

s1!rafe doesn’t like girls picking on his perfect angel girlfriend, it’s disrespectful — not only to you but to him and his reputation.

if he finds out a girl is picking on you, he knows he can’t go for her — so he’ll go for the next best thing. finding her boyfriend on his way to his golf cart at the country club and wiping the smile off his face when he smacks him hard with his golf club a good few times before looming over the confused and bloody man on the floor. “you — you know i heard your girlfriend hasn’t been very nice to my girl. you know anything about that?” rafe squints, lowering into a squat as the guy cowers beneath his shadow.

“what? i don’t get involved with that shit!” he defends, holding his hands up. rafe grips him by the shirt, yanking him up just a tad to talk right in his face.

“well get involved. keep your bitch on a leash, alright?”

[prettygirl-gabi]

Intoxicating Embrace

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This one is for @ihe4rttwd I hope you true enjoy it caused had fun writing it and I'm sorry for making you wait forever!!!

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Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (m reseving x2), slightly tipsy sex, harsh language, name calling such as (needy slut, pretty bunny, cum slut and more, unprotected sex(wrap the willy you silly), creampie (x2), smutty- fluff (at the end), hair pulling, please let me know if I missed any, not proof read, MDNI!!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category:M/F/M

Fandom: Outerbanks (obx) (TV series)

Relationships: Rafe Cameron x f reader x Pope Hayward (every one is over the age of 21)

Summary: who would have thought that the Kook prince would date 2 Pogues?

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As the soft glow of candlelight filled the room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. It was our first official date night at home, and I was eager to spend quality time with both Rafe and Pope. The three of us had been growing closer over the past few years, and tonight felt like a milestone in our now stable relationship.

I had prepared a cozy setup in the living room, with blankets and pillows scattered on the floor. The aroma of homemade dinner filled the air, adding to the ambiance. As I put the finishing touches on the table, I heard the doorbell ring, signaling their arrival. Opening the door, I was greeted by Rafe's warm smile and Pope's gentle nod. They both looked handsome and relaxed, ready for a night of relaxation and connection.

"Hey, Y/n," Rafe said, his voice filled with anticipation. "This place looks amazing. You've really outdone yourself." I blushed, feeling a surge of pride. "Thanks, Rafe. I wanted tonight to be special for all of us." Pope stepped forward, his eyes filled with appreciation. "You've created such a cozy atmosphere, Y/n. It feels like a sanctuary." I smiled gratefully, gesturing for them to come inside. "Well, I hope you both enjoy it. Let's sit down and eat." We settled onto the floor, our plates filled with delicious food. As we savored each bite, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

We talked about our favorite memories form when we started dating up to now. It was a night of getting to know each other even more on a deeper level, sharing our vulnerabilities and desires. Rafe reached across the table, his hand gently brushing against mine. "Y/n, I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You bring so much joy and light." I felt my heart skip a beat, my gaze meeting his. "Me too, Rafe. You and Pope have brought so much happiness into my life."

Pope's eyes sparkled with warmth as he spoke. "Y/n, you have this incredible ability to make us feel seen and loved. It's a gift." The air between us was charged with a mix of excitement and nervousness. We were all aware of the growing tension between us, but none of us had yet voiced our true feelings and needs. As the night wore on, we moved from the dinner table to the cozy nest of blankets on the floor.

We ended the night fully naked tangle into each other. More specifically with Pope watch rafe pound me into the bed. Rafe laughed lowly, using one hand to grip my hair, using tge other to lock both my arms behind my back. I gasped, head down now makeup smeared sheets, as he began pistol driving his hips into me with brutal force.

I try to move from him feeling the pressure build up quicker then expected. “You aren’t gonna fuckin run from this dick, nah.. take that shit and make a fuckin mess on it. You gotta be a good cum slut for us baby." He nearly growled, not caring that you still had to take Pope next.

"S'too much Rafey...I-I can't, please." I whimper and whine into the sheets. "Oh, s'oki pretty bunny, we got you. Pope and I are gonna take real good care of you; just let Daddy get you there first." He says as he motions Pope of to join. "C'mon princess you gotta get my dick wet, although from what I see It's not gonna be that hard to slide right in." Pope said right before shoving his dick down my throat, while taking my hair from Rafe making a ponytail. "Oo Fuck Pope just wait til you get back here, think we'll get her to squirt tonight." Rafe chuckled out before sending a slip you my ass. "Oh most definitely and God her throat is taking me so good, sit she probably won't need to swallow with how open it is."

I let out a loud whimper moan feeling like I was about to cum what felt like the 100th time tonight. "Mmm I think you need some help baby." Pope laughed before reaching under me with his dick still fucking my throat with no remorse to rub my swollen clit, while Rafe was still thrusting in me.

"Fuck, keep clenching down on me like that you needy cum slut, I'll cum in you right row." While sucking Pope I groan loudly and keep clenching Rafe's dick to make him cum two seconds later. "Shittt, I need to take a pic." Rafe said before pulling out to get his phone.

"Damn baby, I'm close don't stop sucking ny dick baby." Pope says before smacking my ass and spreading my legs for Rafe to get good and easy access to take good pictures of my puffy, cum leaking pussy. Before I could register what was happening cum was shooting down my throat. "Swallow fr us and open up pretty bunny." Rafe said from the edged of the bed and I do so.

"Ohh you nasty slut maybe I should cum down yiur throat while Pope fucks mine and himself back into tha needy pussy." I quickly nod my head before Pope filled me over onto my back and slapped his still hard dick on my puffy sticky pussy. "Mmm s'too big Pope, can't-cant take it. "Oh you know you can princess, we know you can so be a good girl for me yeah." Pope says before sliding in pushing and using Rafe's cum as lube. "See what'd he say baby we know you can take him now open wide for daddy." Rafe stalked and towered over me with one knee on the bed making it easier for me to suck his dick.

I gasp feeling Pope thrusting deep, hard and fast before feeling rafe using my throat the same way Pope did. All I could do was moan and let out slight gags here and there. "Rafe, rub her clit I'm pretty sure if I keep the pace up she'll squirt." Rafe groaned and the thought of me squirting of Pope and started rubbing as if he was the flash even giving my pussy a few slaps, causing me to whimper and shake in pleasure.

"Ohh did we break our poor bunny, no thoughts in that dumb bunny brain huh." Rafe says with him and Pope watching me jolt in pleasure only able to whimper. "Mmm" I try to shake my head even though the pleasure was too good to deny. "Aww I think we did break her Rafey, aww baby I don't know what your tring to say but I know you're close."

Pop and Rafe both speed up their actions abusing my still needy pussy. Within the thirty seconds that the sped up I was shaking and squirting with pleasure. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum and I need you to swallow." Rafe says right before cumming down my throat. I only let out soft whimpers, throat to sore to stay anything

Once the three of us came down from our high the heat within my pussy lingers until pope pulls out, causing our mixed cumm to spill from my now empty and lonely hole. "Shit I think we actually broke her." Pope says before slowly going to run a nice hot bath. Rafe quickly following suit to get me cold water and a snack to help me come back down. "Don't fight just drink some yeah." Rafe smiles holding the water to my lips causing me to drink.

Once in the bath me in Pope's arms, Rafe at the opposite side of the tub. They both took turns grazing over the marks they left, and getting each other and myself all clean before bringing me to bed with fresh new sheets. "m'so proud of you baby." Rafe said before putting me in one of Pope's shirt. "We, both are baby." Pope kissed my head as they laid beside me with aton of snack and water on the night stand ready for me at any moment I asked.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                              -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[marvelsgirl616]

😵‍💫

[futuremrscameron]

thoughts on rafe age gap with an upcoming reader???

[forgivemepeeta]

missing s1 rafe cameron like a mf right now

[cameronsprincess]

please… i saw this on twitter, this is sooo s1 rafe cameron coded.. except that’s not even a dent in his money, but ya know. he’s just so in love with you but he can’t stop fucking up and when you ignore him or tell him you’re done he comes into your messages, sending you money and basically begging you for attention.

[presleyluvschris]

TOUNGE TIED.

pairing(s): hot!drunk!demanding!rafe × kook!fem!brunette!reader

probs a blurb since its short <3

for my love @theblackcatwitch4 masterlist.

DESC reader is at a bar and rafe falls in love with a particular tounge-periced whimpery brunette.

[currently just imagining rafe fucking you so manly.]

🏁WARNINGS: regular fucking, fingering, open mouth, drunk, demanding rafe, cursing, slapping, kind of oral sex with the tounge peircing? groaning, adrenaline, the WORST un protected sex.

🚩MDNI🚩

REQUESTS | OPEN

after a long day of working at the wreck, and getting fired, you step up to your porch and press your keys into your door, swinging it open and kicking your heels off on the hard wood floor.

you throw the door shut and go into your kitchen to pour yourself a drink.

you huff and pull out your parent's expensive wine they gave you for your housewarming party.

you slip your lips in the glass as you roll your eyes.

this wasn't gonna cut it for you. you definitely needed something stronger.

you set the glass down and go back to your door to slip your heels back on, grabbing your keys and getting into your car to head to the bar.

you pull up and slam the door behind you, going up the counter, to order 2 drinks to start with.

you take a seat, swinging your head and legs around. you needed to get drunk so bad.

you were horny. out of your mind. you almost squirmed in your seat, almost eager for your ex to show up at this shitty bar so you could fuck.

the bar was busy. it was a friday night after all.

you squirmed and rocked yourself in your seat, taking one shot after another, your tounge pericing locked in your glass, clinking to the drink.

suddenly you see some...boy.

he was eyeing the metal in your tounge as you drank, you glanced slightly under the counter to see his dick pointed up so hard in his shorts.

you knew him, from school. the way his hair was pushed back. his button down shirt that only revealed a sliver of his toned chest.

was it just drunk you, or was he hot?

no. you began drinking one after another.

Rafe kept eyeing you, smirking then looking away, drinking at his bourbon.

you licked your lips a little and downed another drink.

you knew who it was, you always found him attractive, his dick. his tallness, his..ugh

after all, it was rafe cameron.

you slowly stood up, making your move. a little shaky, but you gave him such a desperate look, pouted lip, making your way into the bathroom.

you walked clumsy and drunk, your dark hair melting behind you as you slipped in the doorway.

he was already following you in.

you tied your thighs together as he appeared in the dimmed light.

"whats such a pretty girl like you doing here, by yourself? mmm?"

you made your lip go down and look up at him pouted and squirmy.

"oh- rafe i cant."

you bit your lip and gave him a dirty smile.

you whined, going on your knees.

he pulled you off the floor aggressively, gripping your arm tight.

"rafe! you're scaring me-"

he slapped into your ass again and again..which made you rub yourself up and down, sliding against yourself.

he stepped up and backed you into the wall.

"clothes, now."

he tightened his grip around your body and slammed you against the tile.

you were shaking at this point. you took off your shirt and dropped it on the floor as he demanded. he unziped his shorts, revealing his pointed up hard dick.

he slipped off your silk bra as he grapsed your breast, planting kisses on your thighs making you groan desperatetly, making his way up your underwear, as he went into your tits, biting.

you held onto his shirt as he began to bite into your neck and go down back into your cleavage.

he sucked and sucked and then his dick went inside.

you breathed sharply in, the air was damp and hot, his breath was hot. he was so unbelievably wet.

you held onto his shoulders, and let yourself feel the sour you had been craving for ages.

you went up, and down over and over, he massaged under and up, making you grasp for your life, making your pussy drip on the floor.

you moaned loudly as he choked you with his large, veiny hands.

"sit still."

you whined desperately again.

"Goddamnit!" he groaned angrily

he gripped you even tighter, if that was possible.

the lump in his throat made you whiney, like a desperate little girl.

he spread his entire wet tounge into yours, him tasting the coppered metal in your mouth.

he bit your lip so hard it made it bleed which made you squeal.

he groaned, that peircing was so hot.

you couldnt breathe anymore as you fucked, fucked, fucked. He put his finger up, water was trickling down your spine.

he went up so good it made you cum right away.

"good girl."

he held you so tight you couldn't move anymore, but he was going so fast so sexy

you couldn't even say you were...

his right hand was down, and it was full of your cum.

the tips of his hair was sweaty and his warm tounge was inside yours.

his veins were practically out of his hand, the more he tightened his grip the harder you felt your body heat.

you were going up so hard you couldn't recieve oxygen anymore.

"fuck, rafe."

you tried to catch your breath but he wouldnt let you.

your body went red as he bit into your neck more, it hurt so good, him grasping.

"the metal...you're tounge..its so hot."

the rasp in his deep, pissed voice made your stomach rush in an addictive pain.

his warm cum filled you, and it made your lower abdomen sore.

his wet, huge pussy inside you made you slober all over him, he sucked it into his mouth and ate into your lips.

"you're so easy to make feel good, m?"

you were up against the cold tile so hard, the heat made it warm. the hottest orgasm.

you moaned a little too loud which made you choke as his hand went deeper into your neck, you felt like you were purple.

sweat dripped down his abs, his dick, his face.

you were fucking so hard you couldn't see.

you went so feminine it made him go in such a sexy..man..so dominant.

"come on, go in like the little slut you are."

he bit and sucked the pericing in your mouth, his dick felt like it was reaching into your brain, clinging and running his large fingers into your long dark hair.

you whimpered and gasped for some kind of air, but he just gripped tighter and tighter.

he thrusted his hand up and down your vagina making your underarms and inner thighs sweat.

he was holding them against his body, grasping the inside of your legs, resting your moving head against the wall back and forth.

your mouth was hot and open, while you choked.

your neck was against the tile, slippery, tilting your head all the way up to the blurry ceiling light.

"thats it baby girl you're doing so well." he cooed in your ear.

you fucked for an entire hour, it was so sour and the two of you couldn't get enough of it.

he tucked your dark toned hair back behind your ear before he dropped you, your body sliding against the wall slowly back down to the floor, you couldn't breathe. that was the sweatiest you've ever felt in your life.

you looked up to see him standing over you, chin down, dark blue eyes staring down at you in the sweetest misery, his dick right in your face.

your bare ass was spread on on the cold tile, pussy warm, and your legs we're exhausted.

you panted hard, swallowing.

cum was spread all over the clothes that were beneath the two of you. your brain felt like it was on fire, that was the best fuck you've had in a while.

his veiny wrists and hands were covered in your own slober and wetness.

you looked up at rafe trying to catch your breath, watching him try to get his slimed hand to move after such fingering.

he licked off his fingers and tutted.

"so you know, beautiful, that peircing of yours was what got me goddamn hard for you."

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