#weed dealer!rafe

[allertonhoe]

i know this is like the most overdone trope lol but been thinking about weed dealer!rafe vs. big time dealer!rafe lmao just walk with me here (tw: drug mention - weed, cocaine, general crime lol)

weed dealer!rafe is sleazy as hell, like textbook definition fuckboy. just shamelessly flirty and wants to make you as uncomfortable as possible with his flirting. definitely uses his product to his benefit with the ladies.

big time dealer!rafe is a ride or die. you're the only girl that's actually made him stop and do a double take the first time he saw you. a really serious guy & you're the only person who can get him to soften up (the type that would secretly get your name tatted while drunk)

weed dealer!rafe definitely thinks he's waayy harder than he actually is. like he's only done coke a few times but talks about it as much as possible lol.

big time dealer!rafe is into such shady shit that he doesn't even tell you much about it because he doesn't want to actually incriminate you. he does spoil the fuck out of you though & makes sure you're more than taken care of.

weed dealer!rafe has s1 energy - thinks he's hard as hell but is lowkey just a cocky rich kid lol. big time dealer!rafe is s4 energy - means business, doesn't fuck around. like weed dealer!rafe is a boy but big time dealer!rafe is a MAN u feel me

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OVERPROTECTIVE! — RAFE CAMERON (smut 18+, mdni.)

pairing; dealer!rafe cameron x toppersister!reader

summary: when your friend dragged you to the cut of one of the pouges infamous keggers, you didn't expect to be dragged home by your brothers dealer best friend.

warnings: kinda innocent!reader, talk of drugs, partying and drinking. smut 18+ only please please! (haven't proof read...)

"this is such a bad idea" you murmured quietly, glancing across at the boneyard from your friend kate's pristine white jeep.

"oh cmon, it'll be fun. and anyways, how could your brother find you all the way out here. he would rather die than set foot on the cut" kate rambled, yanking out of the car while her heels made a crunching sound against the gravel of the carpark.

on the ride over from figure eight, you had gnawed at your bottom lip so hard you wouldn't be surprised if you drew blood. topper would have actually killed you if he found out what you were doing.

you had been to parties on your side of the island before, and even those made your brother mad, but never had you stepped foot at a kegger on the cut.

but, here you were at 11:15 on a saturday night, about to 100 per cent regret every decision you had ever made that led to this. but it was your senior year! and you were sick and tired of letting topper dictate what you did and didn't do.

you had come to the realisation that you weren't really sure why topper cared so much about what you did. i mean sure he was your twin brother, who would never make you forget how he was in fact 2 minutes older, but he had never really cared what you did before.

i mean sure, you guys were close and he cared if you were safe or not, but it was only really until he became closer with his friend rafe that he started getting really, really overprotective.

rafe had been lurking around your house since you were little, always bossing topper around and annoying that absolute shit out of you. but never saying any more than one word to you before pulling topper into any mess he was about to get into.

"cmon cmon, lets go party!" kate exclaimed, pulling you out of your thoughts and also onto the soft sand of the boneyard.

it was safe to say that this party was far from the ones you had witnessed before. there were people do coke on any surface you could see, the distinct smell of weed filling your nostrils and kegs upon kegs lined up against the fallen branches.

"miss thorton! what brings you around my neck of the woods!?" you hear a voice yell behind you before an arm is slung quickly around your shoulder.

"shush jj! im undercover" you joke, pushing your perfecting manicured finger against your lips. "whoops! my bad princess" he slurred, swaying against your body as he pushed more and more of his weight onto you.

you giggled, swiftly setting him down on the sand before he made you topple over. "he'll be fine, just needs a little rest" john b beams to you, passing you a red solo cup full of suspicious liquid before you could decline.

you smiled at him and held the cup weighing heavily in your hand, noticing kate was long gone from your side. you looked around nervously, what were you doing?

you didn't drink, you didn't do drugs, you didn't party.

you were the classic good girl of kildare county, and your skirt was way to precious to you to get anything spilt on it. but you were here, so why don't you just enjoy yourself right?

you looked down at the liquid in the cup, it fizzing and foaming as it stared back at you. you took a cautionary sip before nearly gagging, the acid making its way down your throat.

"yuck!" you whispered to yourself, pulling a face as you rested the cup down on a branch so someone could pick it up later.

the music pumped in your ears, people dancing and swaying on the shore of the beach as the lights of the street only dimly lit the area up.

you heard your name being yelled behind you as kate embraced you in a hug, swaying and smelling of weed. "i have to introduce you to someone, apparently he sells the best weed on the island! why don't you try some! but shush let's not tell your brother" she slurred her words as she rambled on, pulling you across the sand into the crowd of people.

"you know kate, i don't think this is the best idea" you muttered, letting her guide you where the music was louder and the smell was far more intense.

"it will be fun! and we can tell him its your first time! i mean apparently, he is not a nice guy but you have a knack for changing that about people!" you rolled your eyes at her babble, your feet suddenly stopping once you had arrived at your apparent destination.

you were still hidden behind kate as she approached the man sitting on a broken branch, his legs spread wide and hands sifting through money.

"hey! my friend really wants to try your stuff, think you could help us out?" kate asked, pulling you out from behind her as a small gasp left your lips.

"y/n? what the fuck are you doing here!" rafe spat, gathering all his cash and baggies and stuffing them in his pocket. "you two know each other?"

you shifted your eyes from his angered face, jaw clenching and fists bunched tightly together.

"yeah, and you're an idiot for bringing her here. get the fuck outta my face. cmon" rafe gestured to you, taking your hand in his and leading you to the car park.

you looked back at kate before staring at rafe in front of you, unable to fight against his grip. you had been at this party all of 20 minutes and all you had done is be dragged around before having to go home!

"rafe stop!" you exclaimed as he pulled you up the beach and towards his blue truck in the car park.

how did you not notice that?

"what the heck are you doing?" you asked, him swinging the passenger door open for you as you stared at him like he was an idiot.

"get in." he said, running lifting his arms up to run his hands through his hair as you noticed a gun tucked into his waistband.

what in the actual fuck was happening?

"what! no way! since when do you deal drugs and carry guns? i don't even know who you are anymore and there is no way i'm getting into your car with you."

he rolled his eyes at you statement, putting his ringed hands against your waist and lifting you into his car effortlessly.

you huffed as he smiled at you sarcastically before closing the passenger door and jumping into the driver's side.

he looked at you expectingly as you stared at his face, his eyes a beautiful shade of blue and his lips pink. he rolled his eyes once again before reaching over and doing up your seat belt for you, his touch making goosebumps on your cleavage as he fastened it.

you sat in silence for a second before he started driving in the direction of figure eight, his large hands gripping tightly on the wheel.

"what were you actually fucking thinking? going to a party on the cut, who knows what could have happened to you if i wasn't there" rafe spat, taking his eyes off the road momentarily to look at you before turning his head back.

"what does it matter to you rafe, i just wanted to have fun and i don't regret it. so tell topper i don't care." you huffed, sinking into your seat, not even believing the words coming out of your own mouth.

"like topper would care anyways" he stated, clenching his jaw so hard you thought it would actually break. "what?"

"toppers not the one that cares." you looked at him dumbfounded, taken aback by his statement. "what do you mean rafe?"

he ignored your statement as he kept driving into the night, the uneasy silence resting heavily in the air. you tapped your fingers against the armrest, watching the trees blur into a haze of green before tannyhill came into view.

"i thought you were taking me home?" you asked, your question again going unanswered until the car came to a halt.

"you're staying at mine, get out." he huffed, walking around the car before swinging your door open and helping you down.

"why would i stay at yours? you're my twin brother's best friend. stop being an idiot rafe" you huffed, halting your movements and staying right out the front of his door.

"you're not the one to be calling shots" rafe said, once again pulling you by the hand up to his room. before you could think he sat you down softly on his bed, kneeling down to look you in the eyes as if to see if you were high or not.

"go away, i'm not high. and you do not have the moral high ground right now"

"shut up" he sighs, resting his large hands down on your bare thighs. "what?" you gasp, ready to smack his touch away the second you could bring yourself to do it.

"do you actually not know how much you drive me crazy?" rafe asks, his stare almost burning holes in your eyes as he looked at you. "i've had my eye on you since we were 3, making sure you never came to me asking for coke or weed, because you know what i would do if anything happened to you? i would go fucking insane."

"rafe..." you sighed, bringing your hand up to his warm cheeks and he leant into your touch. "no. no, don't say anything, i don't wanna hear it-"

he was cut off by your lips touching his, your hands lifting to feel his spiky buzz cut underneath your fingertips. he immediately starting kissing you back as if before this he had never taken a breath before, and you were his oxygen.

his searing touch made its way under your shirt and up to the bottom on your bra, running his hands up and down as he pushed you back so you lay on his soft sheets.

you felt him pull at the hem of your cami, the dainty pink fabric peeling off swiftly as you were left in your bra and skirt. he looked up at you with love-drunk eyes, pupils dilated and black while he started kissing down your neck.

"wait- rafe, no. we can't. topper." you gasped as you somehow leaned even more into his touch as the words came out of your mouth. he halted his actions for a moment, pulling back so he could look at you.

"fuck topper" he spoke as he pulled his shirt off swiftly, his perfect tan skin and abs making you bite your lip. you squealed as he picked you up and brought you to the top of his bed, leaning your head softly against the pillows.

"you're so pretty, so so pretty baby" he uttered, unzipping your skirt and pulling it down your soft legs. "we don't have to do this yeah? only if you want."

you didn't think you could actually adore this man more, but he surprised you every word he spoke.

"please rafe" you whined, dragging your acrylics against his abs as you watched the goosebumps from your touch.

he let out a quiet "fuck" as he smashed his lips onto yours once more.

you reached down to the waistband of his pants feeling around before pulling back as you felt an unfamiliar metal-shaped object.

he looked down at your movements as you stopped "whoops, my bad ma." he pulled the gun out of his waistband and tucked it under the pillow you weren't resting against, going back to kissing you as you giggled.

he undid his belt swiftly, pulling down his pants and boxers until his hard member came into view. you didn't even have time to think of how massive it was as he went down to kiss you once more, pulling your panties aside and entering a finger into you.

"shit, you're so fucking tight." he sighed against your lips.

you whined in response, reaching down to his cock and pumping it in your hand. "can't wait any more rafe."

"its ok baby, i've got you"

you gasped loudly as he first entered into you, the large intrusion making you whine in both pain and pleasure.

"yeah, cmon. you can take it baby. you can take it"

his strokes were slow and powerful, filling you up until you felt as though you would snap. his groans soon filled the room as he pounded into you.

"you're so so good to me baby, can't believe we haven't done this sooner. gonna make you mine ma" he moaned, that statement bringing you over the edge as you came around him with a moan.

"thank you thank you thank you" you chanted, your acrylics surely making bright red scratches to his muscly back while you came.

"no, baby. thank you."

[dolcekissy]

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes mentions of drugs, taking & using drugs. mentions of sex, p in v, and mentions of drug deals.

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rafe has it bad for you. you're absolutely gorgeous, your body is beautiful, your smile lights up the darkest rooms, and you're the sweetest bun he's ever met.

he refuses to admit it though ─ he's a drug dealer and doesn't need to be worried about a girl or better yet, bringing a girl around his deals and around his money. his money is dirty and so is he ─ there's no need to get attached to a girl that's too precious to be around that shit.

especially a girl like you ─ you're too sweet to get addicted to some random shit like he did. you're too sweet to end up like half of the fuckers he sells drugs to. you're too sweet to be around the negative, dark side of drug dealers.

he refuses to give you anything but weed, too pretty and too sweet to let drugs corrupt you. he refuses to be anything to you but your drug dealer, too pretty and too sweet to let him corrupt you.

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"hey doll, got your shit right here." he smiles softly as he leans over and grabs a bag of weed for you ─ you start to notice every time you're buying off of him, the bags get bigger and bigger and you pay less and less.

"thank you, rafey." you smile up at him ─ grabbing the bag from him while your manicured nails drag over his hand. with the furrow of your brows and the sight of you biting your inner cheek, he's already asking what's going on.

"what're you thinkin' about?" you shrug your shoulders lightly while inspecting the bag of weed he handed you. "wanna try something else." he shakes his head and sits down on the couch behind him ─ his thumb swiping over his nose as his legs spread.

no, no, no ─ too sweet to be dealing with anything else other than weed.

"no can do, doll ─ already told you all you can get from me is weed." he looks up at you with a stern look, "cant have you fuckin' up knowing its my fault."

you whine and pout your plump, glossy lips at him ─ walking closer to him and sitting down next to him. "please? pretty please, rafey? i'll only do it once, okay?" he shakes his head, his eyes darting around the room as he scratches his jaw. "nope."

but you look so fucking pretty when you pout, so pretty.

you grab his hands, subconsciously bringing them closer to your chest as you intertwine your fingers with his. his breath hitches as you beg him and his hands being dangerously close to your chest.

but you sound so fucking pretty when you beg, so sweet.

"fuck ─ okay, okay fine. but you're stayin' with me 'til it wears off, got it?" you eagerly nod your head as rafe stands up and walks over to his stash ─ grabbing a pill and walking back over to you. you grab the pill from his hand and observe it, "what is it?"

"molly."

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you felt so fucking good. rafe looked so good, the music he was playing sounded good, every time he brushed against you felt good. everything feels and looks so fucking good.

you look over at rafe sitting next to you with a giggle, his head turns to you with furrowed brows and a soft smile. "you good?" you nod your head slowly ─ still staring at him while giggling.

"feel so good." he chuckles softly, smoking on a blunt he just rolled not too long ago and turning his attention to the tv. "yeah?" he says quietly, looking at you again with raised brows.

you nod your head slowly again, your eyes slowly moving around the room with a soft smile on your lips. "yeah." you whisper. you lean your head back against the couch and let out a soft, content sigh while closing your eyes.

he watches your chest rise softly, your long lashes fluttering against your cheeks ─ your glossy, plump lips part as soft breaths leave your lips.

you're so fucking pretty it hurts.

he watches you open your eyes, looking at him with a dazed look and a soft smile. you stare at him for a moment, studying his lips and his nose ─ his pretty eyes and eyebrows. he looks so good.

you don't say a word as you lean closer to him, slowly moving your body onto his lap ─ never breaking eye contact with him. he watches your legs wrap around his waist, his eyes trailing up your body until he meets your eyes.

you look so fucking pretty on top of him. no, no, no he can't get attached.

your lips slowly attach to his neck, kissing and sucking and licking ─ it feels so good but you're too sweet, too pretty to be around the shit he's around. he knows if he fucks you ─ you're not leaving him. he can't do it.

but he's groaning and leaning his head back, giving you more room to lick up his neck and suck tiny, sweet marks on him ─ his hands gripping your hips tightly, grinding your hips into his slowly as your lips finally meet his, moaning softly against his lips as his hard, clothed cock brushes against your clothed clit.

but his eyes are rolling back when the sounds of your pretty moans fill his ears ─ his hands trailing up your back for a moment before he pulls your baby tee off of you, his eyes wide and a throaty groan leaving his lips at the sight of your bare chest. he stares up at you for a moment before his lips attach to your pretty, pretty nipples ─ sucking and licking them like his life depends on it.

but he's slowly pushing you back to pull your shorts down, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the sight of your pink, lace thong ─ harshly grabbing at your hips to bring you back to him after pulling it off.

holy fuck, you're so fucking pretty �� can't fuck you, no, no, no.

but he lets you pull his gray sweatpants down, his underwear sliding down his thighs too. he lets your hands slowly reach his shirt, pulling at it as he rushes to take it off. he lets you lean forward and kiss his lips again, he lets you lick his teeth and suck on his pink tongue.

but he lets you reach down and line his hard cock up at your entrance, groaning softly when you move his cock to rub against your puffy clit ─ groaning loudly when you sink down on him with a loud moan. it feels so fucking good.

he lets you bounce on his cock, throwing your head back. you feel so good, he feels so good, everything feels so good - so high you can feel his cock sliding in and out on you on a different level. his lips find your neck, leaving his marks - marking his territory.

no, no, no. cant stop it feels so good ─ you're mine. mine, mine, mine.

he lets you whine and moan, his hands gripping your hips as he meets your thrusts. he lets you stop bouncing on him as you lean your head against his shoulder ─ crying out as he fucks his cock up into your soaking pussy.

"feels so good, rafey. so good." he groans, his head leaning forward and resting against your pretty tits as he moves faster ─ his eyes rolling back when your moans get prettier, louder, closer together.

he lets your pussy clench around his thick cock, suffocating him. he lets your nails dig into his back and shoulders, he lets you cry out his name.

say it again. rafe, rafe, rafe. it's yours to scream, it's yours. yours, yours, yours. fuck.

he lets his hands grip onto the fat of your hips and ass as he moves faster ─ you're so high, so fucking high and it feels so fucking good. the sounds of your skin slapping against his, his groans, the feeling of his cock is the only thing you can feel, all you can hear ─ so euphoric.

he lets you cry and scream his name as you cum around his cock. he lets himself cum inside of you, marking you. his territory. his girl. his.

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[starkeyisthelastname]

Dealer!Rafe takes a little break to give his girl some attention. 💨💵

It wasn’t often you were needy as Rafe pretty much gave you everything you could ever want. Sometimes though, you’d couldn’t help but need a little more like the spoiled brat you were. You slipped downstairs, hearing the sound of loud rap music playing through the speakers. You saw him sitting on the couch, blunt in his mouth as he wrapped a tab around the stack of hundreds he had in his hand. Padding into the living room, you walked over to the couch and slowly sat down. It wasn’t that he was purposefully trying to ignore you, but when he went counting he was in focus mode. You sat down next to him, glittery acrylics tracing across his thick bicep.

“Daddy.” You said, voice sweet as you watched him set the stack of money down.

He raised a brow, blowing out the heavy smoke before his glassy blue eyes looked at you. “What do you need mama? He asked, already picking up another handful of cash to count. He saw you bite your lower lip, still staying silent in hesitation. He didn’t like to be bothered when doing something that required him to focus, but you were so damn beautiful he couldn’t be mad at you. Just a little impatient as you weren’t speaking. “Quit actin’ shy. Tell me what you need.” He said a little firmer.

You blinked your fresh lash extensions at him, sitting on your knees as you took a small little huff. “I know you’re busy and all...but I really need you.” You mumbled, trailing your nails down from his arm up to play with the cuban link around his neck. It wasn’t your fault he looked so damn good, his buzz fresh, black tank top and sweatpants fitting his toned body right.

He took another hit of the blunt, eyes looking at the money. Never did he think he would quit in the middle of counting just to give a girl attention. You were special though and he could tell by the look in your eyes that you wanted dick. With a nod to his head, he motioned down to his lap as his free hand reached down to pull his cock out. “Take this shit off.” He said with a mouth full of smoke, yanking down your silky sleep shorts.

You giggled, getting naked for him. You couldn’t help but be happy as he spoiled you in more ways than just giving you money and gifts. With the weed still in his mouth, he took one hand and grabbed his hardening length while the other pulled you down to where your ass was facing him. He helped you slide down onto his thick pole, a large cloud of smoke covering your smooth body as he let out a groan. “Bounce that shit for daddy.” He rasped out, cerulean eyes watching the way your fleshy ass cheeks jiggled against his lap as you began to move.

You felt so full, letting out the prettiest moans as he let you ride him. He was usually always in control, but if you needed dick that bad when he was busy then he expected you to work for it and make a mess. “Shit.. daddy. Feels so good.” You whimpered as he brought a large hand down to smack your cheek. Your pussy was soaked, manicured hands reaching down to grab a hold of his calves to use as leverage so that you could bounce your fleshy ass just the way he liked.

Rafe was having a time. He never thought he’d like to be interrupted when it came to his money. Watching your pretty pussy splashing all over his dick and fat ass bouncing, while he smoked the rest of his blunt was it for him. You looked so fucking gorgeous too, he was absolutely mesmerized watching you make yourself feel good on that dick that was all yours. “Yeah there you go…I know that big dick feels good mama. Keep it up for me.” He spoke low behind you. You needed attention from him he would absolutely give it to you like the queen you were.

[princessbrunette]

conversing with the kook drug dealer wasn’t exactly how you’d expected to spend your time at this party — but here you were, stood outside a locked bathroom door as the party ensues downstairs, waiting for your friend to finish throwing up all of her shots whilst none other than rafe cameron kept you company.

the older boy leans against the wall as you make small talk — his demeanour oddly chill. infact, more chill than you’d seen him before. you were guessing it was more of a weed night than it was coke.

you fix your hoop earring, tilting your head as you stare up at him in intrigue.

“so what do you do, rafe?” you converse sweetly and he inhales, reaching up to scratch behind his head like he was struggling with an answer.

“i told you. deal that yayo. someone’s gotta get the good shit round here—”

“no like what else do you do? for fun?”

rafe stops in his tracks for a moment, a smirk biting at the corner of his mouth at the innocent nature of your question. it wasn’t often someone asked him something like that — so whilst he wasn’t usually a fan of small talk, you were cute, and he couldn’t help but want to entertain the conversation. rafe leans against the wall some more, blowing out air and shaking his head.

“i uh, i’m boring baby i smoke, i deal i make money n’that’s about it. not much to it i’m uh… i’m afraid.”

you get all clammy and adorable over the ‘baby’ nickname, smiling and clasping your hands together like a little doll before he’d even finished talking. “oh okay!” you respond, seeming happy enough with his non-answer, and there’s even a pause — you seeming completely unphased by the gap in conversation as you continue to gaze up at him with giddy smile before the moment is interrupted by the door flying open and your friend bolting out— back towards the party.

your head whips round to watch her, probably about to ask her where on earth she was going — but your wonder is quickly remedied by her yelling out an incoherent confession regarding her heading back to grab more shots.

you let her go, deciding someone will get to her first — before you turn back and watch rafe swagger into the bathroom, quickly checking himself in the mirror before turning his body round to look back at you.

“you wanna… you wanna see how i do it?” he licks his lips, not too sure where this was going — but he knew he wasn’t ready for the interaction to end.

being the easy going person you are, you shrug with a happy smile — following him in and shutting the door. “sure!”

the two of you stand at the sink, and you watch the way the taller cameron boy fishes in his pocket, pulling out a baggie of white powder.

“i thought dealers weren’t supposed to get high on their own supply?” you pout questioningly through the mirror and he lets out a quiet chuckle at the use of the cliche saying.

“yeah uh, they’re not. but i gotta wake the hell up… n’plus i’ve got my hands on some of the best shit this side of the island. would be a crime not to sample my own goods, right?” he drawls as he prepares the line on the white marble, the movements almost second nature to him like he’d done it a bazillion times. you watch in intrigue, tilting your head. “smoked a shit tonne of weed before this so… not sure it’s gonna cancel out that mellow high. we’ll see.” he glances up at you through the mirror, talking in a knowledgable manner, leaving with you but no choice but to nod along in interest. your curiosity always did lead you to odd situations.

you watch as he cuts the powder into a thin line with his credit card before leaning over the sink and snorting it up. in the most nonjudgmental way one could muster, you blink up at him as he draws back, sniffing and wiping his nose like it pained him.

“woo, shit.” he coughs a little, shaking himself off before clearing up the residue and pocketing the baggie, moving around you to wash his hands and push his hair back in the mirror. “your friends don’t do coke?” he chats, seeming a little more amped than before, pupils dilated in his reflection.

“they do. just not around me. i dunno why.” you shrug a shoulder and he chuckles a little harder than necessary at the comment.

“yeah… you’re the innocent one huh?” he turns back to you, and you eye his pocket in interest with a hum.

“maybe i could change that. can i try some?”

surprisingly, rafe winces — wiping his hands on his pants, eyeing you.

“uh… nah, kid. you wouldn’t like it. trust me, shits not good for you.” he walks to the door, opening it and holding it open for you to walk through. you’re quickly distracted by the gentlemanly act and smile, though he mainly did it to get a look at your ass as you walk through. “why don’t you run along n’get another drink though, a’ight? you’ll know where to find me.” he briefly passes a hand over your lower back as he scooches past you in the slim hallway, looking over his shoulder as he heads off to find some clients to sell to.

you pout for a moment, feeling dismissed — but little did you know, rafe had listened to that quiet voice in his head that he usually ignores. the one that told him ‘leave that girl alone.’

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ thinking about randomly dropping by poguedealer!rafe’s house because he’s home, cute, and will smoke sweetheart up for free

cw . . . profanity , use of marijuana , sloppy make out sesh , smut 18+ ( technically dubcon as you both are not sober , dry humping , oral fem!rec , fingering , finger sucking , spitting , hint of exhibitionism , one spank )

you were bored. there was nothing to do— just like any other tuesday on kildare island. after enough lollygagging around your own home , you decided to go over to rafe’s. he was your neighbor , plug , crush , and future baby daddy god willing.

every time you made your way out your door , your stomach got warm. not your favorite anxious feeling. it was always worth it though. something about his weed was different than the other obx dealers like barry or jj. so everytime you needed another eighth , you’d take a cute little selfie with your tits pushed out just enough to make them the star of the photo all while not looking too desperate. a quick caption of ‘🥬?’ before sending it off to the man.

but not today.

rafe was a good dealer. he made sure to reply timely to wanting customers , offered deals , always let people know when he was mobile or had new stock. those were just some of the things that made rafe secure his position as your dealer. so when he didn’t post anything on his story about being around the island or pushing new shit in the morning , you realized he’d be at home.

you’d been to his place several times , finding familiarity in the trailer parallel to yours. when you bought from rafe , he offered to bring it to you in a text that read ‘pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to pick up her own bud’. but you insisted ; you liked walking over to grab it yourself , liked being able to talk to the cute dealer for as long as you could.

this would , however , be the first time showing up unannounced. whatever! you brought snacks and incense as party favors in case you intruded.

and it’s like the weed gods were just on your side when your music lulled and siri’s voice came through the bluetooth speaker you were about to turn off. “dealer daddy💦🍃 texted: wyo? come smoke. would you like to rep—“ you didn’t hesitate to heart the message quickly on your phone before rushing out the door.

rafe was rolling up when he heard your knock on the door— he jumped too , not expecting you to show up so fast. “come on in!” he shouted , fingers still expertly rolling a blunt to share. his glossy eyes flickered up when the door creaked open , wanting to get a look at you before finishing up the blunt.

you waltzed into the messy— borderline trap house , rafe resided in , and it brought a dry chuckle out of him. you always looked so out of place coming over. he knew his place wasn’t in tiptop shape. but it was his. and there you appeared.

you were there contrasting everything else rafe owned. your tiny outfit showing off most of your skin playing the part of an obvious reminder. you were beyond out of his league. it didn’t seem like you cared too much though when you plopped down onto the couch next to him , making yourself at home.

you were a pogue too— despite being a little high maintenance , so if you didn’t care that his house was a little shitty and never got picked up because he never had time? well , then rafe had no problem with listening to you blab about your girl friend’s drama or when you get too high and slightly overstay your welcome.

“whatcha got today?” you asked as you scooched closer to rafe , making your knees knock against his. you peered over his shoulder , eyes zoning in on the way his hands delicately fiddled with the wrap and shake.

he peeked over at you , smiling when he saw just how comfortable you made yourself already. he enjoyed when you’d come over to pick up to be honest— liked having someone in the house even if was never for too long. the way there’d be traces of you left around after you went back to your side of the lawn. he knew the plastic bag you set down on the coffee table would have things in it for him to leave about.

“well , sugar. i— uh , i got some real good shit in this morning from my guy , and he was sayin’ how this stuff’s what fuckin’ wet dreams are made of or somethin’. real good. you’ll like,” he babbled , remembering his supplier’s words from earlier. yeah , he couldn’t wait to invite you over.

“mmm,” you hummed in sweet acknowledgment , relaxing and shifting back into the hand-me-down couch, “love this show,” you commented softly when you focused on the lit screen. rafe followed your gaze , seeing some doctor soap was playing.

“a’right , this should make you wanna fuck it then,” he laughed , words jumbled as his lips held onto the blunt. you felt heat rise to your cheeks at rafe’s vulgar words , but you sat up nonetheless while he flicked the lighter and officially started your hangout. “here.”

you smiled when he passed the blunt to you , blowing the smoke from his own hit into the stale living room air. “thank you,” you squeaked back , graciously taking the offering in between your manicured fingers. the blunt just got lit , so you knew the heat building in you wasn’t because the cherry was getting closer to your fingertips. no , it was because rafe’s eyes were boring into you.

he watched every movement in your body. the way your chest rose as you inhaled the soon to be euphoria. the way your eyes closed when you held it in your mouth. the way your lips parted to blow the smoke out in little o’s. “what wet dreams are made of,” you mused with a laugh , lifting the blunt to your lips again before passing it back.

with a moment to collect yourself without rafe’s eyes on you , you reached forward and snagged the sack of goodies. “brought ya some stuff,” you mumbled , digging about.

“y’got lil ol’ me somethin’ , sugar?” rafe feigned surprise as he flicked the ash from the blunt before taking another slow and deep hit. the moment he heard the bag rustle upon your entrance he knew he’d receive something. that was your thing. you called it nesting one time.

“saw ‘em at the store the other day. ‘n i knew you were almost out , so here you go!” you plopped the package into his lap and grabbed the bag of chips, “didn’t know what scent you’d wan’ though , so i just got one i liked,” you explained , switching off the blunt for chips smoothly.

“thanks , sug,” he smiled. it was a softer one than usual. most times his smile would be paired with a dry laugh , but this one was quiet. it was more real. it was the one only really you got. “smells good,” he noted after sniffing at the cellophane casing.

it seemed like hours had passed since you first arrived. you and rafe had managed to smoke through two blunts , and he was packing a bowl as the episode on the tv came to roll the epsiode’s credits.

you hadn’t realized the sun was sinking— far too busy drinking in how particularly good rafe looked today. it was a perfect view with the high you were having. you didn’t mean to ogle , but you couldn’t help it. his longer , shaggier hair peaking out from under his hat was such a welcomed difference than the buzz cut he sported in the spring.

and once you started to look , really look , it was hard to look away. your eyes floated down to how baggy rafe’s shirt sat on his body while still letting you know he was huge. you’d seen one of his shirt tags before. it was an XXL. he did it on purpose.

“y’okay , sugar?”

you snapped your gaze back to rafe’s face , while yours burned with embarrassment. how long did he watch you watch him? “really high,” you answered , shifting from you laying position to sit up again, “you okay?”

rafe chuckled , picking up the loaded bong. “been okay,” he shrugged , handing you the glass. he gave you a look with the gesture. a look that asked if you were okay again.

“i don’t wanna smoke anymore,” you shook your head with a blush , making rafe set the bong back down. he could tell. you didn’t know that , but he could. he could absolutely tell that you’d been eyeing him for the last forty-five minutes.

he simply nodded , settling back into the couch. and like always , you watched him lift his hips up to get comfortable. god , it had to have been on purpose. maybe you were just a horny freak— no , because every once in awhile you’d catch rafe looking at you first. it couldn’t be one sided.

“i can hear you thinkin’ from over here,” he commented , lazily rolling his head to the side to smile at you, “what’s goin’ on in that pretty lil head of yours?”

“nothin’!” you whined , shrinking to your side of the couch a little bit more, “jus’ good weed. that’s all.”

rafe hummed , nodding in acknowledgment before asking, “y’need anything?” he shifted his leg over to nudge you with his knee. it was like there was a literal shock. his eyes clocked the reaction , and a chuckle came through his nose. “y’look real pretty today , sugar.”

the compliment was served with rafe’s hand coming down to your thigh gently. you immediately sat up and forward , neck flushed and stomach churning. “rafey?” he leaned forward , trying to gauge what you were about to say. you forced your eyes to meet , bottom lip coming between your teeth. “why’d you invite me over? is it because you like me?”

“well , ‘course i like ya,” he answered like it was the dumbest question ever. how were you s’pposed to know? rafe had people over all of the time— you saw it. there were pretty girls in the mix , so who were you to assume you’d be special.

“but d’ya like me like me?”

though rafe was an angry , usually distant man— never with you , he couldn’t help but blush. because well , yeah. he did like you like you. “sugar , d’ya see anyone else here right now?” he asked , shifting to face you better, “on my one day off i got this month?”

your eyes darted around the trailer. you knew no one was here. duh , but your eyes still flickered away. “no,” you muttered.

“then i think it’s safe to say that i like ya like ya , hm?” his hand reached out to your thigh again. the rough , warm skin heated yours , but you couldn’t pull away.

because he liked you.

“well , i like you like you too,” you giggled , hand coming down on his, “since we’re puttin’ it out there.”

“since we’re putting things out there… lemme just say i think you’re the prettiest girl on this island too,” rafe smiled , taking his hand that was twisted with yours up to your face. you backed up gently at the touch before leaning into it. “and i really wanna kiss you,” he added , face coming close to yours.

your chest was rising faster than before , and you knew rafe noticed. the only thing you could hear was your breathing. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. you’d kissed boys before. this wasn’t a new thing. so you swallowed down your nerves and smiled. “kiss me then.”

the words barely left your mouth before rafe’s lips were on yours. his hands came up to your cheeks , as he moved his lips against yours. you couldn’t stop the soft whine coming up your throat. your hands came up to rafe’s neck , holding him close to you as you kissed him back. you were in heaven , and you never wanted to not be kissing rafe.

rafe’s hands slid down your sides , trying to feel your body into his memory. he knew you liked him , that much was obvious each time you came over with that big smile of yours. but still , rafe knew that you deserved better and would eventually realize that before leaving him. so he wanted to commit this moment into his brain for the rest of his life.

he yanked you into his lap , a short yelp coming from you before a giggle followed. “hi,” you whispered , hands playing with the shaggy hair in front of you. you’d always wanted to run your hands through his hair. dreamt of it.

“hi , sugar,” rafe whispered back , smiling just as bright as you were. it was your turn to lean in , kissing rafe again to recommence your newfound favorite hobby. he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back , tongues working around each other. you let out a moan when his hands gently guided your forward , and that’s when rafe pulled away , string of your saliva mixed together tying you two to one another.

“sorry,” he chuckled , wiping at your slick lips with his thumb before pecking you shortly to remove the frown you now sported.

“why’d y’stop?” you asked , pawing at his chest and eyeing his lips. you moved forward , going to press your lips against his again when he chuckled and sank back into the couch.

rafe let his hands run up and down your thighs. “jus’ need a minute , sug,” he breathed out , eyes tracing every curve of your body, “got me about to bust in my pants like a kid over some kisses.”

you giggled at that , hand reaching down to his lap. “yeah?” you hummed , cupping around the growing tent in his sweats. your smile widened when rafe groaned , head falling back and hips lifting up. “why don’t you then?” you asked , leaning down to kiss his cheek softly.

a breathy laugh left rafe’s lungs before he forced himself to look at you. and god , you were perfect. red , swollen lips parted as you grinned down at him. “you’d like seeing me like that , wouldn’t you? like gettin’ what you want?” he hummed , reaching up to move the hair that had fallen into your face.

“maybe…” you shrugged , nuzzling into the way his hand covered your cheek, “but you like giving me what i want.”

and in that moment , you didn’t even know if you’d ever want anything else. the blunts helped you feel everything. every little twitch of rafe’s hand as he kneading at your body. every breath you took felt like him. you could practically feel each ridge under his pants as you moved your hips forward again.

“yeah… and you’re gonna get me in some big trouble ‘cause of it,” rafe admitted , hands happily helping you move back and forth over him. you chuckled at that , bringing yourself down on him harder.

“jus’ want you t’cum for me,” you whined , mouthing at his exposed neck with a moan as the tip of him caught on your clothed clit. the skirt you decided to wear that day doing nothing to hold you back as you rubbed your panties against the darkening sweats rafe wore.

his hands came back up , one reaching behind your neck to pull you into him and the other on the small of your back , pushing you closer before letting you move away and repeating. “y’so fuckin’ sexy , sugar,” he groaned against your lips , swirling his tongue in your mouth. he wanted to taste every single part of you— inch by beautiful inch.

your hand trailed down again , not going as far to his bulge , but the hem of rafe’s shirt. “can you take this off?” you asked , voice softer and sweeter than ever , and right then rafe decided he’d do anything for you no matter what it was you asked of him. he yanked the shirt off , flinging it across the room.

you stopped kissing him , letting your hands and nails rake over the ridges of rafe’s abdomen while you grinded into his lap. his eyes fluttered shut , a noise close to a whimper escaping his parted lips. “c’mon…” you whispered , rotating your hips just right enough for rafe’s grip to tighten on your hips, “don’t y’wanna cum for me?” you asked , not stopping your ministrations for a moment.

“fuck!” rafe cursed , a light laugh coming out with it. his hips started lifting to meet yours , helping him get that much closer. it was when your lips tangled with his again that his entire body twitched. his moan floated into your mouth as you sped your hips up.

when rafe realized you weren’t stopping just because he’d cum , his hands lifted you up. “jesus , y’tryin to kill me?” he asked breathlessly as he looked up at you and your innocent smile, “c’mere,” he muttered before manhandling you onto your back.

your eyes fell to the dark patch on rafe’s pants , a mixture of your arousal and his cum. if you weren’t so embarassed by the thought , you were sure you’d like the cloth clean if rafe asked.

“whatcha doin?” you hummed , watching as rafe’s hands ran up your thighs. his fingers hooked in the lacy panties you wore before yanking them down with a harsh tear ripping through your ears.

“i’m gonna recover while playin’ with this pussy,” he explained like it was the most casual thing for his day off, “s’you just sit back and look pretty , hm?” you nodded meekly at his words , gasp leaving your throat when he pulled at your thighs , moving your hips to the edge of the couch before rafe got to his knees.

his hands pushed your thighs apart , kneading at the skin while he stared at your folds. they were glistening , puffy and just waiting for him. he was leaning in to lick a stripe between them before he even knew it , and he groaned , having never tasted something sweeter than you.

“rafe—“ you sighed , hand coming down to grip at his hair , thankful you’d flicked the hat off the moment you started making out.

rafe didn’t reply , well , not really. he just moaned into you , tongue rolling around your clit. he brought a hand up , blindly looking for one of yours before clamping down on it. and you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. no boy had been nice enough to hold your hand while he went down on you before. no body had been so soft with you.

“y’doing okay?” rafe mumbled , pulling away from you , but not before replacing his tongue with his free hand. his finger slid up and down your folds , pushing slower on your clit. you could hardly nod let alone verbally reply as he twisted his wrist to slip a finger into you. “y’feel amazing,” he chuckled , answering his own question, “taste even better.”

“rafe— will , god , will you fuck me?” you whimpered , relishing in the feel of his finger massaging your walls. you wanted more though. you needed it. “please?”

rafe chuckled , kissing your thigh before sitting up. his hand didn’t move besides adding his ring finger into the mix. “yeah? want me to fuck you , sugar? y’already so fucked out , though.”

you whined when his fingers curled just right , leaking around his hand. “please? please , please , please!” you cried , hips moving in tandem with his hand, “need y’so bad , rafey. wanted this forever!” you’d finally heard yourself and the way you voice was pitchier than usual.

already so fucked out was right.

all you could do was feel rafe’s hand moving in and out of you , thumb moving up to rub at your clit again. “cum on my fingers first , sugar. then i’ll fuck you. please? will ya be a good girl ‘nd cum for me?” he asked , leaning over your body and nipping at your neck while moans freely left you. you nodded quickly , feeling the band in your stomach tighten impossibly more.

“right there! don’t stop!” you were practically screaming as rafe’s hand fucked into you harder and faster until you gushed around him. “rafe , rafe , rafe,” you rushed out , your hands own hand coming to his wrist to stop him from continuing as you caught your breath.

“i could watch you do that all day,” he admitted , bringing his arousal covered fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. his other hand never left yours , and you were very aware of it. “open,” he muttered , lifting his now clean fingers to your mouth. you happily obliged , wrapping your lips around the digits before sucking.

if you weren’t so desperate— you were trying to grind down onto him now that his hips were closer to yours , you’d have offered to suck his dick , but his fingers would do for now. they left your mouth with a whine and pop. “i think about this all of the time,” rafe admitted , hand that clasped yours squeezing it a few times, “sometimes i think you’re all i think about period.”

rafe’s words left you shocked , not expecting him to get too talkative during this. sure , you knew he thought you were pretty. he’d told you a lot more than needed , and you knew he liked you now. but he’d thought about this? yeah , you never would’ve guessed.

“you could’ve had me forever ago,” you told him , sitting up a little more, “i woulda let you.”

“i di’nt know that , did i?” rafe shook his head with a smile , maneuvering you to his lap again, “otherwise i would’ve already fucked you all over our trailers , maybe even the yard— let everyone know exactly who y’belong to,” he mumbled , brushing your hair from your neck to bite and suck at it. you could feel the bruises start to form , but the words rafe spoke and the weed you smoked earlier left you hazy.

“y’have me now,” you moaned , tilting your head out of the way to give rafe more surface area to work with, “and i’m tellin’ you that you can do whatever you want t’me.”

rafe pulled back at that , a sinister smile overtaking his face. “whatever i want?” he echoed , fingers dancing up your spine. you hummed back , nodding your head far too coy for the context of your conversation. “you’d let me fuck this pussy raw? hm?” he wondered , letting his hand cup you again.

you jolted at the sensitivity but nodded again nonetheless. “whatever you want,” you repeated , grabbing his face and look into rafe’s ocean blue eyes. you’d drown yourself in them if he wanted you to. and he knew it too— he knew it the moment you were begging him to cum in his fucking pants.

“open your mouth,” he instructed , patting your cheek gently. you listened , looking at him through your lashes with your mouth dropped and tongue on display. you hadn’t expected rafe to lean forward a little bit before spitting into your waiting mouth. you lips shut immediately , swallowing the mix of your salivas. “you’re a little slut , aren’t you?” he asked lightly , taking note of the way you took what he gave you so easily , so compliant.

“if y’want me to be,” you assured him , grinding into his still moving hand. the sensitivity subsided , letting the euphoric feeling rush back into you as rafe’s fingers slid slowly through your folds.

“oh…” rafe drew the word out , clicking his tongue and brought a hand down on your ass. the crack bounced around your ears as you jumped and held back a moan , never letting your eyes leave his. “we’re gonna have so much fun.”

[itneverendshere]

Could you please write btchy!pogue where shes the one whos jealous this time and rafe savors the moment.

don't like the way she's looking - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x raf

the cut had a party tonight, like most summer nights.

the music was loud enough to shake the ground, beer kegs were getting drained faster than anyone could fill them, and people packed into the yard like sardines. 

it wasn’t fancy, but that was the point, pogue parties weren’t about appearances, you showed up, you drank, you made some bad decisions under the string lights, and you went home.

it wasn’t your favorite kind of night, but rafe had convinced you to come out, promising it’d just be a chill hangout. he lied.

instead of spending the night with you, he’s currently perched by his truck, surrounded by a rotating cast of pogues. you’re leaning against a beat-up picnic table, a half-warm beer in your hand, keeping one eye on rafe while he did his thing. 

by “his thing,” you mean selling weed to every pogue with a crumpled-up twenty and a dream.

to his credit, this is probably his best hustle yet.

rafe cameron, reformed asshole, and your probationary boyfriend, has somehow turned himself into the cut’s go-to dealer. it’s a whole thing, people like him now, which is fine. 

good for him, whatever, but some people like him a little too much. 

case in point? the girl currently throwing herself at him like a damn frisbee. you clocked her the second she strutted over. 

she wasn’t subtle about it, either—crop top hanging so low she might as well not have bothered, denim shorts so short they were illegal in some states. she’s leaning against his truck, like she’s in some fuck ass music video, her body language loud and clear. it’s the hand on his arm that does it for you. 

that, and her laugh. 

jesus, her laugh. high-pitched and fake, like a dying bird trying to flirt.

you’ve been rolling your eyes from the second she started talking, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. 

“you’re really good at this whole business thing, huh? bet you’re good at lots of things.”

you gag audibly from your spot, but of course, she doesn’t hear you. 

rafe, for his part, looks mildly amused but doesn’t say anything. still, you stay put, you’re not here to play babysitter. he’s not that stupid—he’ll shut her down. 

he better.

her next move is placing her hand on his arm. on. his. arm.

like she isn’t aware that his girlfriend is sitting fifteen feet away, the audacity. she’s batting her lashes and laughing at something he says like he’s the funniest guy alive, and you can see his shoulders stiffen, the slight step back he takes when she puts her hands on him.

“so, like,” she giggles, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, “what if i can’t, you know... pay in cash? ’m sure we could work something else out?”

rafe’s reaction is immediate, “i have a girlfriend.”

“oh,” her pout deepens. “that’s fine. she doesn’t have to know.”

at that, he laughs—an incredulous, slightly panicked laugh, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “yeah, see, that’s not gonna work for me.”

she doesn’t take the hint. 

instead, she tilts her head, giving him what you’re sure she thinks it’s a seductive look. “c'mon, rafe. it’s just a little fun, bet she wouldn’t even care.”

you freeze mid-sip of your beer, brain short-circuiting.

you slam it down on the table so hard it splashes everywhere, your vision zeroing in on her like a predator spotting prey. you’re halfway across the yard before you realize you’re moving.

oh, you care, you care a lot.

rafe’s already holding his hands up like he’s trying to ward her off. “don’t know what you think is happening here, but it’s not. i’m not interested.”

“not interested in me?” she asks, like the idea is physically painful.

“correct,” you announce loudly, “he’s not interested. crazy, right?”

she squares her shoulders and glares at you. “who are you?”

“hi, i’m the girlfriend” you shoot back, “just wondering if you’re planning on embarrassing yourself any more tonight or if that’s it?”

rafe rubs the back of his neck, looking between amused and mildly terrified, “baby—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me, cameron,” you snap, shooting him a glare before turning your attention back to the girl. she’s still standing there, trying to figure out if she should fight or flight.

smart money would’ve been on flight, but apparently, she’s the stubborn type.

she smirks, seemingly not the least bit fazed by you. “pogues share.”

“how about i share this fist with your face? that sound good to you?”

she whips around, her fake-confident expression faltering “uh, excuse me?”

“you heard me,” you only stop a foot from her. your hands are on your hips, ready to pounce if she even thinks about mouthing off one more time. “can’t you take a fucking hint, or are you just dumb?”

“i didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” she rolls her eyes.

“everyone here knows he’s with me, you just thought you’d try it anyway, didn’t you?”

“it’s not that deep,” she shrugs, her voice going fake casual. “it’s just rafe. pogues share—what’s the big deal? you’re overreacting.”

rafe winces, stepping back as if to give you space to handle it. good, he knew better than to get in your way.

“you wanna find out how much more i can react? i’m feeling real generous tonight.”

her mouth opens to say something even dumber, but you’re already pouncing , not even thinking—your body just reacts.

“whoa, whoa, whoa!” rafe’s arms are suddenly around you, yanking you before you can do any real damage “okay, we’re going home.”

“i’ll punch you too,” you hiss, squirming in his grip. “let me hit her.”

he only holds you tighter against his chest when you try to kick out at her. “baby, come on.”

“this bitch said pogues share!’” you cram your neck to glare at her over rafe’s shoulder. “i just wanna share some sense with her.”

she’s already backing away, her hands up in surrender, “okay, whatever, no dick is worth dealing with a crazy bitch. ’m leaving!” she snaps, turning on her heel.

rafe’s grip lightens up slightly, thinking this is enough to calm you down, but unfortunately for him, you take it as a chance to get what you want. as soon as he lets you lose, you take one giant step forward and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her back just as she tries to escape.

"get your ass back here," you growl, tugging her head back.

“jesus christ,” rafe’s eyes widen and he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind once again, pulling you back. “baby, let her go!”

she lets out a surprised squeal, trying to pull away, but you’ve got a grip on her so tight she can’t. “what the hell is wrong with you?!” she screeches, hands desperately trying to pry your fingers from her hair.

“okay, you’ve made your point,” he chuckles despite the situation, “let go of her hair.”

you release her, but not without one last, satisfying shove to her back. she stumbles, glaring at you over her shoulder with her hand pressed to her scalp.

“keep your hands to yourself next time,” you warn with a sneer.

she glares at you, and opens her mouth like she’s about to start some more shit—but then she seems to think better of it. with a huff, she turns on her heel and stalks off, her footsteps retreating into the crowd.

rafe stands there, rubbing his neck nervously as he watches her go. “you’re gonna get arrested one day, y’know that, right?”

you look up at him, eyebrow raised, a smirk curling at the corner of your lips. “and you’re gonna get your balls ripped off and be single for the rest of your life. how’s that sound?”

his mouth falls open as he stares at you.

“what? i’m innocent! i didn’t do shit. you just went wwe smackdown on her. i was standing there, minding my business.”

“minding your business while she was all over you?” you challenge, “she was practically trying to crawl inside your skin.”

“told her i wasn’t interested!” he defends, throwing his hands up. “even used the line— i have a girlfriend! that’s...the ultimate force field!”

you snort, crossing your arms. “she walked right through it like it wasn’t even there.”

rafe sighs dramatically, stepping closer, his voice dropping, that little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, “gotta admit, that was kinda hot.”

you narrow your eyes at him, trying not to let his charm sway you. “hot?”

“yeah,” he grins, “watching you go full psycho really does something for me.”

you can feel your lips twitching upward despite yourself. “you’re such a fuckin’ loser.”

“am i wrong, though?” he teases, slipping his arms around you, his lips tickling your ear as he adds, “never felt more horny—or scared—in my life.”

you huff a laugh, shoving at his chest playfully, “stop trying to make me laugh, i’m mad at you.”

“you’re mad at me?” he leans in impossibly closer, pulling you flush against him.

“rafe—” you start, but he’s already tilting his head, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

“mm, y’know,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “i like you mad. all fired up, it’s sexy.”

“don’t even,” you warn, hoping you sound firm, but it’s hard to when he’s trailing slow kisses down your neck, the press of his mouth sending shivers straight to your toes.

he doesn’t stop, of course. his kisses get sloppier, his lips parting so his tongue can flick against the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“can’t help it,” he groans in between his work, nipping at your skin. “my girl’s too fucking hot.”

your hands come up to push at his chest, but they end up curling into his shirt instead. “i’m so fucking serious. you can’t sweet-talk your way out of this.”

“m’not sweet-talking,” he slurs, teeth grazing your skin, followed by the soothing heat of his tongue, and you gasp despite yourself. “just... appreciating you. can’t a guy admire his girlfriend after she defended his honor?” he bites down and then sucks at the spot until you’re squirming in his arms. “got me so gone for you, shit, it’s embarrassing.”

“good,” you mutter stubbornly, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

he practically purrs at the contact, his lips dragging down to your collarbone. “you’ve ruined me, y’know that? can’t even look at another girl.”

you laugh, your grip tightening in his hair. “keep talking, cameron. see how far that gets you.”

he grins against your skin, his teeth scraping lightly before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. his hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you up like you weigh nothing and setting you on the edge of the picnic table.

“guess i’ll just have to show you instead.”

"rafe cameron," you start, intending to scold him, but your words stop in your throat as he steps between your legs.

“now you’re quiet,” he’s leaning in so close his nose brushes against yours. “where’d all that fire go, mm?”

your glare is half-hearted at best. “don’t push your luck, you’re still on probation, asshole.”

he hums thoughtfully, his hands sliding up your legs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. “not luck, baby. skill.”

“you’re so fucking insufferable,” you mutter, but your hands betray you, slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay across his warm skin.

his abs tense under your touch, and you relish the reaction, how his breath hitches as you dig your nails in just a little.

“irresistible,” he counters, his voice rough. his lips hover over yours, daring you to close the gap, but he doesn’t make the first move.

he waits, his eyes locked on yours, the faintest flicker of a challenge in his pretty blue eyes. two can play that game, matter of fact, you know you’ll win.

you pull back, smirking as you trace your fingers over the waistband of his jeans, “that’s pushing it, don’t you think?”

he exhales a chuckle through his nose, his hands moving to your waist, tugging you closer. “you’re so fucking stubborn.”

“me?” you scoff, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric of his jeans, making his tighten, his smirk faltering enough to make you feel victorious.

“yeah,” he repeats, though his voice is strained now. “practically begging me to fuck you here.”

“please.” you tilt your head, your lips grazing his jaw, “you’re the one begging.”

rafe’s laugh is low and throaty, a sound that sends a thrill to your core. his control visibly slips as you trail your lips down the line of his jaw, peppering kisses that grow increasingly slower, more deliberate.

his sharp exhale and the way his grip on your hips drops for half a second tell you everything you need to know.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, his forehead dropping against your shoulder for a moment.

you grin, pleased with yourself, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

“don’t sound too surprised.”

he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it, but he can’t seem to stop staring at you. “god, i hate you sometimes,” he breathes out, his lips quirking up into a smirk that betrays his words.

“funny,” you retort, fingers sliding back into his hair to tug lightly. “don’t believe you.”

his jaw tightens at the sensation, a groan slipping past his lips before he catches it.

 “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says again, but his mouth is already back on you, a bruising kiss that steals every smart-ass remark you had locked and loaded.

your mouths move together with instinct, and when his tongue flicks against your lower lip, you don’t hesitate, opening up for him. he groans low in his throat as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, curling against yours, slick and overwhelming in the best way.

it’s messy and unrestrained, the kind of kiss that leaves you dizzy and drenched. 

rafe’s lips leave yours only for a second, his teeth tugging lightly at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to let it drag between his teeth, his eyes locked on yours, all dark with something feral.

you don’t let him stay in control for long, your hands tighten in his hair, tugging him back to you, and this time it’s your tongue that takes over, sliding against his in a way that has him moaning like a bitch in heat into your mouth. he sucks on it lightly, the sensation only making your panties stick harder to you, and you press closer to him, your legs tightening around his waist, looking for some kind of friction.

when he pulls back, both of you gasping for air, his lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes glazed over with that unmistakable lust.

a string of spit still connects your mouths, and you watch, entranced, as he swipes his tongue across his lips, catching it before smirking at you.

“you kiss me like that again,” he murmurs, “’m not responsible for what happens next.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

dealer

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, female receiving oral, mentions of p in v sex, kind of shy/anxious!reader, dealer!rafe, no drug taking is actually done but mentions of weed and coke

“tina, i love you, i really do, but im not buying weed for you.” 

“its not buying! ill give you the money, just go pick it up from my dealer for me.” tina hands you a wad of cash, forcing it into your grip.

“what if i get caught with it?” you question, nerves already flooding your system. you aren't a complete straight edge, you're willing to drink occasionally and you've been to a couple parties before, but illegal drugs are way out of your comfort zone.

“relax, it's just weed! it's not like im having you buy coke from him or something.” tina laughs, and you wonder how this wild child became your best friend. 

“he sells coke?” you squeal.

“listen, babe.” tina places her hands on your shoulders. “you need to live a little. get out of your comfort zone. im not saying you need to take drugs, but you can at least go and pick some up for me.”

“fine.” you sigh, pocketing the cash.

“great!” seeing tinas wide smile, gracing her gorgeous face, is the only reason why you actually agreed to this. “he already knows im sending you to pick it up. he says it has to be today and ive got work.”

“you knew id agree?” you question. 

“of course.” tina shrugs. “you're my best friend.”

“alright, alright. good point.”

--

your eyes are wide as you approach the imposing house. you hesitate on the front porch, but ultimately force your hand to raise and knock on the door.

it opens a few moments later, and you’re not sure why you're surprised at the sight of the dealer. he’s put together and handsome, whereas you expected him to look disheveled and strung out, but you suppose that's more of the user than the seller.

“y/n?” he questions, looking you up and down. you hesitate to respond, your name sounding so smooth and silky coming from him. “picking up for tina?” “oh!” you nod quickly. “yes, yeah. sorry.”

the dealer smiles at you, clearly amused by your nerves. “i’m rafe. come in.”

you follow rafe into the house, shutting the door behind you. he leads you into the living room, gesturing for you to sit on the couch. you slide onto the soft material, not sure if this is normal or not, you’ve never bought any sort of drugs before.

“can i get you something to drink?” rafe asks.

“uh-” you clear your throat, looking around the living room to avoid making eye contact. “water is fine.”

rafe nods, leaving you alone in the spacious room before returning with two glasses of water, one with ice and one without.

“didn’t know if you wanted ice or not, take whichever.” rafe sets them both in front of you on the coffee table, and you reach for the one without ice, taking a polite sip. you’re too nervous to really drink it, but want to be courteous. you’re not sure if rafe is dangerous, he doesn’t really look it, but he must be by nature of being a drug dealer.

“let me grab you tinas weed.” rafe says, exiting the room again to return a moment later, with a baggie of weed in his hand. he sets it on the table, taking a seat on the arm chair across from the couch, facing you.

“tina gave me $50.” you say, pulling the cash out of your pocket and setting it on the table next to the weed. “is that good?”

“yes its good.” rafe laughs, not even bothering to grab the cash off the table and count it.

“i-i don’t smoke.” you say, unsure why you felt the need to make the confession. “or do any drugs. so i don’t really… know anything.”

“would you like me to teach you?” rafe asks, making your eyes widen as you shake your head no.

“i just wanted to explain why i’m so nervous.” you say, hands wringing together on your lap, wanting to escape the house.

“its cute.” rafe simply says with a shrug.

“whats cute?” you hum, confused.

“how nervous you are. you’re adorable.” rafe explains, making you blush and stare at the floor, muttering a quiet thank you.

“i should go now.” you say, needing to get out of under his intense gaze.

“let me walk you to the door.” rafe says, standing. you grab the bag off the table, putting it into your back pocket, regretting not bringing some sort of purse or bag to carry it in.

you stand up, tracing your steps through the complex house back to the front door. “thank you.” you say when rafe opens the door for you.

“no problem, y/n.” rafe practically purs your name out. “tell tina to call me when she gets home from work.”

“did i do something wrong?” you question, suddenly worried until rafe lets out a soft laugh. 

“not at all, baby.” you want to jump at the pet name, but simply nod and head out the door, not glancing back even though you can feel rafes intense eyes on you.

--

“rafe wants you to come to the party this weekend.” tina says.

“no.” you shake your head. “no way.” “come on.” tina flops onto your bed, batting her eyelashes at you. “he said he’d give me my weed for free if i get you to come.” “tina, no! he’s… he’s too intense.” “oh my god.” tinas jaw drops open. “did he flirt with you?” “i… i think so? he called me cute and-” you can’t even finish your sentence as tina screeches. “oh my god!! y/n you have to date him, he’s like the biggest catch on the island!”

“he is a drug dealer, tina! i’ve never even smoked weed and he fucking sells coke.” you whisper the last bit.

“he doesn’t like his girls to do drugs anyways.” tina shrugs. “it’s been like a year since he dated anyone though, and i’ve genuinely heard he’s a really good boyfriend. you remember lily? she was so sad they had to break up, said she only did because her family was moving to california.”

“how good of a boyfriend can a drug dealer be?” you question, not sure how it would be to be mixed up in that world, even if rafe was clearly small time, selling only to his peers on the island.

“think about it.” tina says. “he has a ton of cash, can buy you whatever you want, can get me free weed.” “what if i don’t want to fuel your addiction?” you question, but a smile plays on your lips. tina only smokes every once in a while, and she is by no means addicted, otherwise you wouldn’t agree to have bought the drug for her.

“please come to the party.” tina says, completely switching the subject. “for me.” she pouts, causing you to groan and lean your head back against the pillow while tina thanks you, knowing that means you’ve conceded to her.

--

“y/n.” the voice that you would recognize anywhere purrs into your ear. you whip around, coming face to face with rafe. “i’m glad you could make it.”

“i came because tina asked me to.” you say honestly. 

“ill make sure to get her her weed for free then.” rafe says with a nod, keeping true to his word.

“why did you want me to come?” you question.

“is it not obvious?” rafe raises his eyebrows. “i like you.”

“oh.” you blush, dropping your gaze down. “um… thanks. i like you too.” you know it's in a different way than rafe was implying, but honestly don't know what to say in response.

“yeah?” he questions, a smile playing on his face, completely ignore the guy who you assume must be his friend as he walks by and slaps rafe on the shoulder in greeting. “you like me the same way i like you?”

“it depends i guess…” you're truly trying to flirt back at this point, hoping your nerves don't give your voice a quiver. “how do you like me?”

“well.” rafe smirks, his eyes slowly sinking down your front, looking over your party outfit, a tight dress that tina insisted that you wear, borrowed of course out of her closet. “i want to get to know you better. take you out on a date. show you a good time. kiss you.” rafe leans in, teasingly close until you're able to feel his breath over your mouth. “and if you'd let me, take you up to my room. show you a good time.”

“oh.” you blush, cheeks surely flaring red. you have to clench your thighs together slightly, and it certainly doesn't go unnoticed by rafe. “i guess you could take me out on a date.”

“perfect.” he smiles, another grin that makes you want to melt into a puddle on the floor. he glances towards the door as a new man walks in, looking out of place compared to everyone else, his long black hair tied up in a ponytail. “ive got to go work for a bit, doll. enjoy my party with your friends, ill find you before the night is over.” he leans in, head turning at the last minute to press a delicate kiss to your cheek. 

rafe walks away and greets the man, his demeanor instantly changing from flirty and sultry to smiling and friendly as he claps hands with the new man, who you hear rafe call him barry.

“holy shit, holy shit!” tina runs up to you. you didn't even realize she was watching the entire interaction, so caught up in rafe.

“he wants to take me on a date!” you whisper-scream to tina, well aware that rafe is only on the other side of the room.

“you said yes, right?”

“girl, of course!” --

“hello beautiful.” rafe smiles as you open up the door. you’re glad that your parents are gone for the weekend. they never really care who you’re dating, having developed a lot of trust in you, but you didn’t even want to introduce them to rafe.

“hey rafe.” you smile back, accepting the kiss onto your cheek when he leans forward.

“got us a nice reservation at the country club.” rafe says, hand coming to the small of your back as he leads you towards his truck. he helps you climb in, not wanting you to fall in your heels.

“im really excited.” you admit after rafe rounds the hood and gets into the drivers seat, smoothly backing out of your long driveway.

“not nervous?” rafe questions, calling back to your meeting.

“im not buying drugs from you, so i think im okay.” you giggle, although you do have a bit of anxiety building, but only in the form of slight butterflies in your stomach.

“i like that you’re not a part of that scene.” rafe says, reaching over and looping your fingers together, resting your joined hands on the center console.

“you probably have a lot of girls try to date you to get stuff for free.” you assume.

“yeah.” he admits with a sigh. “don't get me wrong, i get it comes with what i do, but its frustrating to never know if someone is seriously into me.” you’re surprised by rafes confession, seemingly overly intimate and vulnerable for someone with his persona. you lean across the seats as he stops at a red light, pressing your lips to his cheek.

rafe smiles at you, squeezing your hand in appreciation. “can’t wait to kiss you when i drop you off back home.”

“talking about kissing me and haven’t even taken me on the actual date yet?” you say with a laugh.

“baby, i could take about eating you out or taking you from behind or kissing you. all of them are going to happen very soon.” your cheeks turn red as you swallow, suddenly turning silent as rafe pulls into the country club.

you’re not surprised how rafe is recepted as he leads you inside, the wait staff not even having to ask his name, already calling him mr. cameron before leading you towards the reserved table.

“this is really nice.” you admit with a whisper. you’ve never been inside of the country club before. you had heard that they have a pool, golf course, a bar restaurant area and then the fancier restaurant that you’re currently in, but you never had any reason to join.

“only the best for you, gorgeous.” rafe says with a smooth grin.

the dinner goes by just as smooth as his smile. its a set menu by the chef, but you found everything to be delicious, and feel perfectly filled by the end of it, not too stuffed but not hungry for more. you also feel like you know rafe much better, the conversation easily flowing.

its no surprise when rafe drives you back home that his hand lands on your thigh, even managing to creep underneath your skirt and touch your bare skin without you hollering and pushing his hand away like you would with any other guy.

“about that kiss…” rafe says when he gets you back home, standing on your doorstep.

“kiss and then what else were you talking about?” you hum, already knowing you’ve got a wet sport formed on your underwear just from his hand on your leg. “eating me out and taking me from behind?” “are you saying i can do all of those things tonight?” rafe smirks. he didn’t expect to get in your bed after one date, thinking he’d have to work a whole lot harder to convince you, but you are far too needy to deny him entry.

“i certainly won’t tell you no.” you smile, the grin quickly wiped off your face when rafe leans in, one hand on your cheek and the other moving to your waist, pulling you in tight to his body as his lips devour yours, mouth hot and wet against yours.

you fist a hand in his shirt, needing some sort of stabilization as you kiss for all your neighbors to see, moaning into his mouth when his hand moves lower to grip your ass, feeling the plump flesh under the fabric of your skirt.

you pull away from the kiss only to take a step backwards into the house, rafe quickly following you in. you practically race up to your room, trying not to seem too desperate.

the illusion is broken when rafe finally gets between your legs, having slowly undressed you and pressed kisses all over your body, showing special attention to your chest but ignoring your pussy until he was also naked, now laid between your spread thighs.

“such a pretty pussy for me baby.” rafe coos. “all mine now, understood?” “yeah, yeah.” you nod. “all yours.” you think to yourself that you will have to thank tina for begging you to pick up her drugs that day, and all the convincing shes done since as rafe leans forward, tongue swiping through your folds.

you let out a moan, hand reaching down to grip rafes hair as he moves upward, sucking your clit into his mouth.

yeah, you’ll definitely have to thank tina.

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[tinylilacbun]

Leverage

Summary: Rafe owes Barry a lot of money and the pogue is done with waiting, so he takes the only thing that gets the Cameron boy moving.

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader, barry x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, swearing, happy ending, set in season 1, word count: 1,4k

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You hum to the current song that's playing from your phone as you apply body lotion onto your skin, having just finished taking a bath and getting ready for the day.

Rafe is already out and about. He did ask if you wanted to come with him but you rather wanted to sleep in.

After you finish spreading the lotion everywhere you put on your clothes, a plaid skirt and pastel colored shirt to match and fits your headspace as you start to feel like regressing, fixing your hair a little before grabbing your phone and leaving the bathroom.

You make your way downstairs to eat some breakfast, ascend the stairs and walk past the entrance hallway, stopping in your tracks when you see the front door slightly open.

"Sarah? Wheezie?" You call out, getting no response as the house is completely empty, or so you thought.

Before you could take another step, a hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your screams as you trash in the intruder's arms, breathing heavily and suddenly starting to feel dizzy as you inhale a rather sweet scent.

"You can thank Rafe for this, sugar." You hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear just as your vision turns black.

When your eyes finally flutter open again you groan softly, sitting up on the creaky mattress as you try to get your bearings, lifting your hands only to find them tied together with rope that's tightly looped around the bedframe and tug on it.

You frown, your fuzzy brain getting a little more clear as you look around the room you're in, taking how messy it is and the smell of weed and other stuff you don't even figure out lingering in the air.

Your body jolts when you hear footsteps approaching the room, pulling your knees up and tense as the door unlocks and opens with a creak.

There stands Barry, with a cigarette between his lips and a twisted smile forming on his face. You barely know him, he's Rafe's dealer and that's about it.

Well, you only know his name, that hes a pogue, and now partly dangerous.

"G'morning there, pretty girl." He drawls, stepping into the room and beside the bed.

You instinctively scoot as far as your bound wrists let you, your lip trembling as the fear creeps up about not knowing what he's gonna do or why you're here in the first place.

"Easy. M'not gonna hurt you, I mean, unless you decide to be difficult." He chuckles, reaching out to pat your head in a patronizing way before taking a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in your direction. "Sorry that I had to drag you into this shit but your loverboy messed up bad this time, and I ain't gonna let myself be fucked around with."

"R-Rafe? What did he do?" You ask shakily, and hoping for your life that he's already on his way to get you because you can feel yourself panicking and regressing because of this whole situation.

"You see, he owes me 20 grand and has been late on paying it back. I'm done waiting and to get his ass moving, I have to motivate him a little, and what better way is there than you, his sweet girl." He explains, dubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the nightstand.

He pulls out your phone, looking back at you expectantly. "Code?" You keep your mouth shut, which seems to be a mistake when he narrows his eyes, leaning closer to your face. "Listen, either you tell me willingly or I'll force it out of you."

"2406..." You mutter out. it's the date you and Rafe got together.

"There, good choice." He murmurs, getting into your contact list and looking for Rafe's number, lifting the phone to his ear after hitting the call button.

"Baby? Where are you? I thought-" Rafe starts when Barry cuts him off.

"Country club, haven't heard from you in a while." Barry greets him enthusiastically. "A'ight, let's get this straight. I got your girl here and if you want her back in one piece you get me my money. I'll give you 24 hours."

"Barry, I swear if you touch a single hair on her head I'll-" Rafe is about to threaten him.

"You're not really in the position for making any threats, y'know?" Barry teases him.

"Let me talk to her." Rafe demands and Barry holds the phone to your ear with a smirk.

"R-Rafey?" You speak with a tremble in your voice, feeling tears building up in your eyes.

"Baby, are you okay? I'll be there soon, yeah? Just, stay calm and don't do anything. Daddy's gonna handle this, you hear me? I promise." He assures you and you nod even though he can't see you, starting to sniffle.

Barry lifts the phone back to his ear. "20k. 24 hours. And don't you dare pulling any shit, got it?" He warns him before ending the call, tossing your phone out of your reach. "Hungry or thirsty? Don't look at me like that. I may be a criminal but I'm no monster, sugar."

It's been awhile since you woke up. You have been fed and hydrated throughout the whole time, anxiously waiting for Rafe to arrive and save you.

You can't even get yourself to be mad at him for getting you into this whole mess, you just want to be held by him more than anything right now.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Barry comes into the room again, walking over to you and untangles the rope from the bedframe but keeps your wrists still tied.

He grabs your arm and you yelp in surprise as he yanks you up to stand, pulling you with him while you stumble to try and keep up with him.

As you're dragged into another room relief washes over you when you see Rafe pacing restlessly, holding a black bag tightly in his hand, stopping in his tracks as his eyes lock with yours.

He instinctively attempts to take a step towards you but stops again when Barry pulls out his gun, pressing it to your side. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know better. Money first."

Rafe scowls but tosses the open bag onto the coffee table, the many bundled stacks of money visible as he holds his hand out. "Now let her go."

Barry nods, tilting his head a little to glance at you . "I'll miss your company." He breathes into your ear before he lets you go, tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, looking back at Rafe. "Don't run off, gotta count it first."

Without hesitation you crash into Rafe's body, holding onto his shirt with all your might as you start to cry into his chest, all the while Barry sits down on his worn out couch and starts to count the money.

Rafe hurriedly unties your wrists, rubbing his thumb carefully over the slight rope burns, his chest feeling tight at your quiet whimper and wraps his arms tightly around you.

You instantly wrap your arms around him, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Shh, it's okay now, I got you..." He shushes you, his one hand holding the back of your head, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry."

A few minutes later you hear Barry whistle, turning your head a little to face him as Rafe tightens his hold on you, afraid to let you go. "You're good to go, country club. See this as a warning as to what happens the next you think to fuck with me."

Not even answering, Rafe simply picks you up bridal style and leaves the trailer with you clinging to him desperately, making his way to his truck.

"I really didn't mean for this to happen, y'know that, right?" He asks as he keeps walking, feeling you nod against him.

"I knows...s'okay." You hiccup, nuzzling your face in his neck to inhale his cologne. "Was really scared, daddy."

"I know, I know. Daddy makes sure to never ever let this happen again, yeah?" He promises, setting you down in the passenger seat and buckling your seat belt, reaching up to wipe some of your tears away. "I love you, more than anything."

You give him a smile, leaning into his touch. "Luv you more..."

He leans closer to peck your lips before shutting the car door, walking over to the driver's side and hopping in.

Quickly turning on the engine he drives away from Barry's trailer, placing his hand on top of your thigh in a protective and reassuring way, occasionally squeezing or rubbing your soft skin.

[stvolanis]

PT.2

it was late at night when drug dealer! Rafe parked in front of your house in his truck that seemed too expensive for him considering what he was dropping off to you. You were shy, you’d never tried anything before—even though weed was common amongst your friends, you were always to scared to try it. Your friend Rose slid you her drug dealers instagram, and instructed you on how to act and what to say—but god, Rafe didn’t expect an absolute vision to walk outside.

Rafe immediately rolled down his window, almost like he was trying to get a better look at you the closer you approached. Your flimsy tank top didn’t leave much to hide, and his eyes zeroed in on the strap that fell off your shoulder and the faint outline of your nipples. fuck, you were trying to kill him, weren’t you? Your little white skirt made his cock twitch in its confinements, and he knew if you turned around he’d be able to see your ass cheeks faintly peeking out from the bottom.

you walked over to the passenger side of his truck nervously, opened the door and sat down just as your friend had instructed you to. “Uhm, hi.” You said after a moment of awkward silence. Rafe didn’t respond, only grunting in response as he dug through a bag trying to find what was yours. “This it, yeah, pretty girl?” He said, pulling out a purple see through bag filled with bud. “Yeah, uhm, how much did you say?” She asked, fumbling with her wallet for a second.

Rafe looked at her through hooded eyes, not necessarily because he was high, but because he was imaging every other better way of payment she could give him. He kept his mouth shut, but he didn’t miss the way her cheeks turned red after he’d called her pretty. “Whatchu doin’ with this anyway, huh? I wouldn’t take you as the type to do this shit. Too prissy.” He chuckled, manspread and relaxed. You gulped, squeezing your thighs together as heat pooled to your core. “Jus’ wanted to try it.” You responded, huffing in embarrassment at his mocking tone.

“I got something better you can try, baby.”

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[boypied]

Drug Dealer!Rafe Cameron

Rafe didn't sell the hardcore drugs that could get him sent to prison for life. He wasn't stupid. He only sold drugs like weed or mushrooms, simply because he wanted to earn his own money to feel a sense of independence away from his father. He had a couple of regulars, including you, but also just some people who drove in out of town so their partners didn't catch them, so he got an idea of the kind of people who do drugs so he's never surprised when those kind of people come over to him.

Except once you walked over to him and slid a twenty dollar bill across the table, leaving it in front of him, his eyes darted up to meet with yours while your body shook nervously. It was clear to him that you've never done this before, which he thought about making fun of you for that, but how your body was shaking, it seemed that the right thing to do would be to smile at you. Rafe never smiled at anyone, so this was strange for him.

"First time?" He mumbled out in a soft tone, which was completely in the opposite direction to him regular aggressive toned voice. You nod your head nervously as you sit down opposite him, smiling awkwardly at him. Rafe took a deep breath cause he could tell this was going to be a long deal. You're both in a secluded area. This is the regular place the drug deals go down.

Rafe lines the weed up on the rolling paper, and he rolls it into a tight spliff. He keeps eye contact with you as he runs his tongue along the rolling paper and then sticking it down so the weed doesn't fall out, you're already nervous so that fact he made eye contact with you as he ran his tongue along the paper in such a seductive way caused your face to turn bright red.

Rafe let out a quiet chuckle to himself as he hands over the spliff that he made specially for you, "Just put it in your mouth and I'll light it" he says to you in a calm tone, you slowly bring the spliff up your mouth placing it in slightly and you lean forward as Rafe strikes a match and lights up the spliff. "Breath in and exhale," he says with a big smirk on his face, watching you lose your weed virginity.

You obey his commands and exhale out the smoke, your tight facial expressions soften, and your pupils dilate. Rafe bursts out laughing as he watches how your entire demeanour changes. You smoke half the joint until Rafe takes it from your mouth and takes a puff of the joint, "for a first timer...half is enough" Rafe says in a stern voice as he lays his head back to look up at the clouds as he exhales the smoke.

Once Rafe finished smoking the spliff and he actually focused on you, he noticed how completely out of it you were, which caused him to burst out laughing for a second time "you've gotta come back another time" Rafe says softly and slowly so you can really take in what hes just said. He stands up and walks over to you, seeing your eyes slowly follow him.

He gently taps your cheek with the palm of his hand as he grabs your arms and pulls you up "come on buddy...let's get you home" he says in a soft tone as he helps get you home. Once he manages to actually get past your parents and into your bedroom, you flop down onto your bed and just start non-stop giggling. Which causes Rafe to burst out laughing as he watches you, "I'm gonna go...hopefully I'll see you around" he says softly as he gently pats your thigh before leaving.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

kiss me more

pairing(s): dealer!bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader

warnings: implied smoking, pet names, alcohol

summary: rafe takes care of you after a long night out.

authors note: this idea just popped into my head so enjoy :)

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“you okay, princess?” rafe asked softly, hand running along your side as you cuddled closer into his side with your head resting against his shoulder.

you nodded and tilted your head to look at him. “just tired.”

he kissed your forehead and looked to barry, who was sat to his right counting the cash they’d made so far. “just a little longer, angel. i promise.”

the effect of the weed and alcohol was starting to hit a little harder now, making your eyes feel heavier and your thoughts a little foggier.

a group of boys walked up to him, holding out a chunk of cash as you watched your boyfriend hand them a small bag full of the white powder in return.

he handed it over to barry who counted it yet again, then placed it into a small duffle bag.

though you did your best to try to keep it at bay, unfortunately the yawn you’d been holding in slipped past your lips. you tried to steer away from it by grabbing your cup and taking a sip of the cheap alcohol, but rafe had already noticed it.

he tossed the bag over to topper and stood up. “alright, boys. finish up the sales, shouldn’t be too many left. we’re gonna head out,” he said, grabbed your hands and carefully pulling you up.

“she’s got you wrapped around her lil finger, man,” barry joked with a laugh.

topper laughed too. “she practically owns you now, dude.”

rafe waved them off and began to lead to out with a hand on your lower back. he watched over you like a hawk as you walked, making sure you weren’t going to stumble or trip over anything.

and when you got to the car, he gently strapped you in before moving to the other side to sit down and start to drive.

you leaned against the window, watching the trees pass by in a blur as he took the familiar route to his house.

you assumed you had fallen asleep or something because when you opened your eyes, you were now in his room while he stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

starting to sit up, you looked around for the clock. 12:38 am.

you rubbed your eyes and looked down at your hand, expecting to see the mascara residue. yet you saw nothing. your hands wiped your cheeks. clean.

“morning, pretty girl,” rafe joked as he joined you in his bed.

“did you take off my makeup?” you asked, confused as to how it magically disappeared.

he tossed the blanket over both of your laps and looked to you. “with your help. you were still pretty out of it but i managed to get you to brush your teeth still.”

you smiled to yourself and cuddled into his side under the soft blanket. “thank you, baby.”

he kissed your forehead and looped his arm behind you to rest on your waist. “anything for you, princess.”

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲

Pairing: dealer!rafe x reader

Warnings: mentions of drugs (weed, molly and vaping), language, pda

꧁꧂

It was thriving, Topper once again throwing another banger of a party. It was living it up in his family’s home. The lights, the music the overall vibe. The boys and you all agreed that this summer would be like no other. Living this summer like it’s your last.

You wore your favourite black tube top with your white halter top underneath along with your short white tube skirt and a pair of military black Jordan 4s. Along with some jewellery. Looking like the perfect girl in the world tonight. Well, to Rafe anyways.

You thrived, this was your element. While you danced with your friends. Rafe sat with Topper and Kelce. Towards the backyard on those outdoor couches.

Rafe could see you through the crowd. To him you were like a beacon of light. Your presence brining out a side of him he’d never get with anyone else.

He and the guys have done a few deals through the night. Making bank as they usually did.

You walked over to the guys after having just refilled your drink. You called out “hey guys!” The boys let out a low whistle. Rafe grinned, moving his hand to your hips as you stood between his legs. He looked up at you “how’re you doing, pretty?” You smiled and nodded “good, good… how’s the dealing?” Topper added “alright, bit as much as we th-”

You stuck your hand out to Rafe “hand some over, I’ll help ya out.” You sipped out of your red solo cup. Rafe grinned and the other two widen their eyes. Kelce said “nah we can’t get you to deal…” you shrugged “it’s fine, I can do it.” Rafe looked up at you. “Make sure you come straight back here, yeah? And if anyone gives you shit call me, got it?”

You nod, as he reached into his backpack he had on the ground next to the couch. He pulled out a couple bags of weed and molly. Rafe added “oh and if anyone wants vapes, tell them to come to the backyard and look for us.” You nodded.

Leaning down you pecked Rafe’s lips. Putting the weed and molly packets into your handbag. As you turn around to walk off, Rafe smacks your ass. You roll your eyes at his usual action.

Later on in the night you return. Walking over. Topper noticed you first “how’d it go?”

You grinned both evilly and proudly. You opened your handbag, taking your vape and phone out first. You put that on the couch next to Rafe. Then you tipped your handbag upside down and dump a load of cash onto Rafe’s lap.

Rafe’s eyes widen “fuck, doll, that’s a fuck ton of cash…” Rafe started to count the cash as you spoke “they gave me extra, I didn’t even ask, guess I’m just lucky.” You shrug casually.

Rafe looked up to you “you made three ‘kay?? I didn’t even give you that much stuff to sell…” Kelce lets out a low whistle “damn, maybe she is a good luck charm.”

You told Rafe “oh also I’m pretty sure I got you three some regular customers. I didn’t give them your actual contacts, so I gave them your number accounts on Snapchat, that okay?”

Rafe smirked, the other two nodded eagerly. Rafe put the money into elastic bands and put the cash into the backpack. He patted his lap “c’mere, babe.” You sat in his lap.

He gently grabbed your jaw, making you look at him. His other hand placed on your hip, lowly.

He smirked and moved so his lips were close to you. He praised “good job, baby, might have you do it more often. So proud, my little dealer.” He pecked your lips. He added “also got cherry papers and vape juice for my cherry lady.” He playfully winks at you as you thank him.

He kisses you, not giving a fuck who sees. At the end of the day he’d actually prefer that, showing that you’re his. His cherry lady.

As you two both kiss, Kelce joked “get a room you two.” Rafe didn’t even look in Kelce’s direction when he playfully flipped him off. Keeping his half-lidded eyes on you and your lips as he spoke to him “shut up, bro, go find a girl and get laid.” Rafe went straight back to kissing you.

Topper chuckles “dude you can’t keep your hands off of her.” Rafe pulled away but stayed close to your face. He side eyed Topper “dude, will you two quit complaining. Go catch a ride or some shit, let us be.” Rafe looked you up and down and whispered to you “look so good, ma, should take you home tonight… let you do what you want, hm? You’d like that, huh? You’ve been such a good girl f’me… helping me sell and shit…”

His hand on your hip moved to your ass, gently massaging it. You chuckle softly “oh yeah? You’d seriously let me do that?” He hummed “yeah, proud of ya, let you do whatever you want, you make it, you get it..”

Rafe pulled out his vape from his shorts pocket. Taking a hit and moving his lips near yours. Blowing the smoke into your mouth as you take it back. You then blow the smoke back out. Rafe loved doing that with you. Smoke kisses were one of his things that got him going. And knowing his girl who was the hottest person in his eyes could do such things with him? Made him weak to the core.

You move and whisper in his ear, knowing it would get him riled up. You whisper “wanna go now and I’ll show you?” He smirked and whispered back “yeah, fuck… god, wanna do so much to you. Let’s get outta here, hm?”

You nodded, standing up, Rafe stood after you. Tugging your skirt down a little as he noticed two guys looking at your ass. Topper playfully rolled his eyes and said sarcastically “bye then you two, leaving Kelce and I to go fuck… damn, what friend you two are.” You smirked. Looking over to Topper you said “Brooke is waiting for you upstairs, she told me to tell you.”

Topper’s eyes almost popped out of his hair “wait, for real???” You nodded “don’t keep her waiting. Topper practically leaped out of his seat and heading into the house. Just as he did that a girl approached Kelce.

So technically you two were ditching them. Rafe took your hand in his as he guided you through the crowded house and out to the front.

You were both in for a long night, a very very enjoyable one.

꧁꧂

(If u want for dealer!rafe, reqs are open)

[dolcekissy]

RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST

navigation. girls guide & rules.

⭑ ─ personal favorites.

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BLURBS

so, so horny. ─ rafe helps his sexually frustrated best friend out.

minty. ─ rafe's best friend purchases lubricating mouth mints off tiktok shop for fun.

addicted. ─ rafe is obsessed with you , even if he's the one who said 'no strings attached.'

⭑ cheater cheater. / pt 2. ─ rafe fuckin' his step sister while her boyfriend topper is out cheating.

⭑ until you forget. ─ rafe doesn't like how his stepsister is trying to break the situationship off.

territory. ─ dealer rafe lets you get high on something other than weed.

deranged. ─ rafe is obsessed with his girls plump lips.

⭑ soul tied. ─ hot, nasty, sticky sex with rafe.

⭑ love me. ─ telling rafe you love him for the first time during sex and letting him hit it raw.

ruin me. ─ rafe ruining your pretty cunt for any other man.

bestie boo. ─ rafe and his pretty lil best friend secretly messin' around.

ONESHOTS

⭑ killer. ─ you hire a hitman because your husband is cheating on you , not knowing how attractive the hitman would be.

infatuated. ─ you want to call off the situationship you have with rafe , he's not happy.

love me again. ─ you fell in love with rafe at 16 , just for him to turn into a monster.

HEAD CANONS

tattoo galore. ─ rafe dating a tattoo artist with multiple tattoos.

ditzy. ─ rafe dating a stupid , ditzy girl.

doll face. ─ rafe is obsessed with his best friend.

TEXTS

texting bf!rafe , part 2 , part 3 , part 4

[starkeyisthelastname]

smut with dealer rafe 😩😩😩

“Can I help you princess?” He asked nonchalantly as you slowly walked up to the couch, hands resting behind your back as he glanced up from counting the stack of cash in his hand. His blue eyes pierced into you, glancing over the small dress you wore before letting out a soft laugh. “I know you don’t do coke.” His tone amused. Rafe Cameron was his name or so that is what your friend had told you. She had warned you that he was an asshole, but gave the best deal on weed if you wanted some that bad.

“No- I don’t.” You told him quietly. “I need weed and I heard that you have some.” You watched as he stopped counting the money, wrapping a rubber band around it before leaning back against the couch on the upper balcony of the mansion.

“I do.” He said his voice in a low rasp.

You swallowed hard, watching his muscles flex as he stretched his arms against the back of his head. You bounced on your little heels, biting your lower lip as you waited for him to tell you how much it was. He was rather intimidating but gorgeous to look at. Buzzed hair, a strong jawline and stunning blue eyes that were staring into you.

“How much?” You finally asked him, opening your little Gucci purse. The money was between your fingers, when you felt a ringed hand pull you closer.

“I don’t want that shit. I want something else.” He told you, his other hand coming out from behind his head to rest on your hip. You felt the goosebumps rise on your smooth skin making you shiver as his fingertips traced over your flesh. “I wanna put my dick inside you. You are fucking the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You really didn’t know how to react, no man ever have telling you this before. The embarrassing thing was is that you felt your cunt pulse with want. This man quietly possibly having the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard. “I- I don’t know.” You whispered, the party below still going on. While it was dark up here, you didn’t know if anyone else wanting drugs would come up here.

Rafe removed his hand, grabbing his phone off the table. His thumb moved quickly, before setting the device back down. “Don’t worry about anyone. This is my fucking place.” He reassured you, his hand reaching for you again. “I got something that might change your mind.”

He pulled out a blunt, lighting it and taking a long hit as he pulled you down to sit next to him. Your eyes watched as he held it in his mouth, his hand working down towards button of his pants where he reached into his boxers. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock and just how big it was.

“Come here.” He rasped out.

Dress lifted up and lace panties to the side, you sunk down onto him. The way you were immediately filled up made you let out a moan, gripping his strong shoulders for support. “Oh fuck-you are big.” You said, throat tight as you didn’t even have words for how good it felt.

“Shit..” His voice hoarse as your pussy wrapped around him. “You can fucking take it.”

He placed the blunt up to your lips which you inhaled the best you could while gently rocking back and forth on his cock. The man was huge and impatient apparently as he gripped your ass roughly. You squeaked out a moan when his cock jackhammered into you, piercing your cervix with each thrust. “Fuck- fuck.” You whimpered, becoming limp against his strong frame as he made you take it.

“Shit- princess.” Rafe grits out, your cunt squeezing the fuck out of him. “This slutty pussy taking my big dick like a good girl. All because you are feenin for some weed. Fucking pathetic.” He spat at you while one hand came to your throat.

[princessbrunette]

Imagine having rough sex with dealer!rafe and he leans down to your ear and whispers "you fucking love this dick don't you"😩😩😩😩😩

hot……. his whole body crouched over you with his huge hands pinning your wrists down as he groans out quietly, breathing so heavy you can feel it on your skin. “fucking… love this dick huh?” he pants and you nod pathetically. “yeah i’m uh, starting to think it’s not about the weed anymore huh? don’t care about all that shit do you? just want your fix of dick.” he smirks as he tosses you into a new position :(