Okay Now Youve Got Me Going, Princess, That Was So Everything, Im Feeling A Little Unhinged Now, But

Okay now you’ve got me going, princess, that was so everything, i’m feeling a little unhinged now, but i promise i’m not actually crazy. I can see him killing for her, like actually killing a persons. and she’s the the bonnie to his clyde. He takes her into his arms when she find out and she’s all distressed, and tells her how he did it for you, & how he had to protect her, how he’ll always protect her no matter what it takes, how nothing in the world is as important to him as she is, and he would do it again if it meant she could be happy. Kissing her tear stained face and whispering “We’re gonna get of this fucking island, baby, just you and me.“ promising hes going to give her the life she deserves - 🍄

♡꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱♡

oh 1000% . because his ass always takes it too far !!!! he didn’t mean to kill them, at first anyway — but they mouthed off about you! told him if he didn’t follow through with a deal, they’d come after you! n he just can’t have that. take everything from him, sure — but they can’t ever come after you or it’s guaranteed they’re losing their life.

thinking about catching rafe in his room with messy hair n blood soaking his shirt !! the red is all on his hands and flicked in specks on his handsome face too !! he didn’t know you were home, and when you approach him with wide glassy eyes n a trembling lip he really doesn’t mean to smear blood on your cheeks when he cups them to comfort you!!!! it just happens oops :(

“baby— baby i know, i know okay? but — but i did what i had to do. okay? handled business. this shit is not simple, okay— and — and i don’t expect you to understand that baby but i need you to know that this is all for you. yeah? all of it. not gonna let anyone hurt you. not now not fuckin’ ever. yeah?” he’s just rambling at u and you’re tryna keep up !!

“h—hurt me? did someone wanna hurt me, rafe?” and you just look so precious n innocent it further cements the idea that he really did do the right thing to protect you! he licks his lips, shifting on his feet as he strokes your cheeks firmly.

“they…they weren’t gonna do shit, baby but i— i couldn’t take that risk. a’ight? had to make sure nothing came back to you. ‘cos it’s me n’you. right? nothings gonna take you from me.”

before you know it he’s pulling off you to shower off the blood n telling you to pack a bag… the two of you are going on a “nice little vacation” for a little while :((

♡꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱♡

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ👙

jj thinking you look the prettiest when your stomach’s all big and swollen with his baby, laying out on the bow of the boat on a towel he’d lay down for you, sunglasses perched on your nose and bikini hugging your body perfectly, specifically showcasing your tits that seemed to be getting bigger every month into your pregnancy, which jj wasn’t complaining about.

he’s at your side whenever you call his name, “everythin’ okay mama?” ,giving you sips of lemonade or water whenever you ask, comin’ over every half an hour or so to make sure you’re all lathered up in sunscreen “gotta make sure my babies aren’t cookin’.” indicating to you and the child you were growing making you giggle and throw an arm over your eyes as he rubs the sunscreen into your plush thighs and up all over your stomach, just bein’ all gentle with you.

big smile on his face cuz he knows he’s gonna love this baby more than he’s loved anyone or anything before (not including you of course!!)

dream ride

I fucking want him...🩶

MDNI | 18+ content cw: suggestive behaviour, dirty talk, explicit sexual content - unprotected PinV

rafe with a chronically horny gf who can’t help but be bratty, especially when he's gaming and not paying attention to her :((

sticking your own fingers into your mouth, the digits much more forgiving than rafe himself would be, but still enough to attract strings of spittle out your mouth and ruby your now-swollen lips.

rafe can see you in his peripheral, locked in on the game despite his failing vigilance at keeping up with the rest of his friends.

“gonna cut that shit out or do i need to come over there?” he interrupts, barely sparing you a second glance for your low level whorish behaviour and not even bothering to put a hand over his mic — to which you’re met with dull, static chuckles transmitting through his headphones.

“‘m just needy,” you whine, almost mewling while your body subconsciously arches further towards him, incidentally rocking yourself against the sheets and causing your own breaths to labour.

“how about you hump the mattress for me huh? so — so interested in giving me a show, go ahead.”

of course you listen !! so unabashedly raunchy while your walls contract desperately around nothing.

and when you’re finally spent, thighs burning from exertion and chest heaving under a thin sheen of sweat, he’ll get up from his game and toss you on your back — burying himself to the hilt until you’re creaming ‘round him again and again.

alrighty imagine rafe feeling jealous for the first time in his life and absolutely not knowing how to navigate through it, so he just takes it out on you 🤗 he's down bad so it's funny

just a lil something for y'all:

rafe cameron does not get jealous.

why would he? he has the world at his feet—wealth, status, popularity, and seemingly limitless opportunities. got everything he wants and needs in his perfect kook-life, right? there’s absolutely nothing that could make him envious of others. he’s been moving through life with a sense of entitlement, accustomed to getting what he wants when he wants it.

that earth-shattering confidence translates into his sexual life. if there was such a thing as mastering the subtle art of not giving a fuck, god, he’d get a nobel prize for that shit. 

rafe likes to indulge in the pleasures of his fantastic mortal life without the burden of attachment of commitment, just thinking about tying himself up to someone else makes him want to drive his jeep into the nearest wall. 

that’s not the life he wants. that kind of bullshit gets people depressed or killed; he’s seen enough of that kind of misery in his lifetime. 

he knows he’s got a reputation by now. it precedes him, and he revels in it. and people say he’s a bad guy? please, he’s doing the entire female community a favor. there’s no point in restricting his independence for one person. 

no feelings involved, no clinging, and no, he’s not fucking cuddling someone after he just blew his load into their back. The women he involves himself with know what they’re getting themselves into when they open their pretty legs for him.

 it’s great. 

no stupid headaches, no fights, no “why didn’t you text me back?”, complete radio silence unless they want something from him or vice versa. sure, there have been a few girls who needed a collective reminder of his rules, which he does by always cutting them off.

no one’s ever made him want to throw his philosophy out the window. can you imagine that happening? rafe cameron…feeling…something other than complete horniness for someone else? enough to make him want to commit capital murder when someone else thinks they’re entitled to touch what’s his?

no, of course not.

that’d be insane. completely impossible. rafe cameron would never get his perfect hands dirty with filth. not in this universe or lifetime. 

or so he thought. 

“you have a real problem, you know that?”

if looks could kill he’d be seven feet under. you’re shooting daggers at him through your pretty eyes, hands settling on your hips. if he wasn’t raging with misplaced anger issues, he’d tell you how fucking beautiful you look tonight.

“me?” rafe grits out as he sticks his fingers into his chest, “you want to talk about problems, sweetheart?” his words drip with venom, a thinly veiled attempt to deflect the intensity of his own emotions.

you don’t back down, though, gaze steady and unwavering as you meet his challenge, “i’m not the one who just punched the living shit out of someone else!”

rafe's lip curl into a mocking smirk. "whose fault is that?” he quips, the barb aimed squarely at your intellect.

a violent urge to strangle him takes hold of you, anger nipping at your skin, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

he doesn’t know why he did it. all he remembers was that in that moment, while watching you entertain someone else, he wanted to snap someone’s neck in half. and he’d be damned if he didn't get what he wanted. 

rafe’s head tilts, oh so slowly, to the side, pretty blue eyes burning your skin, “i’m not the one letting some sleazy bastard get their hands under my slutty dress.”

that didn’t come out right. 

it made much more sense in his head. he doesn’t want to admit it, doesn’t want to acknowledge the gnawing jealousy that threatens to consume him whole.

“slutty dress?! this is vintage versace you possessive lunatic!”

“so fucking what?” he saunters closer, seemingly calm, except that’s the one thing that he never is, “did they run out of fabric in Italy?”

you watch him, a little mesmerized by the way the moonlight accentuates his features, heart pounding. he stops in front of you.

you must’ve taken a good hit to the head if you believe rafe cameron feels anything for you besides some sort of allure to your cunt. you know better than that. you open your mouth to speak, but rafe’s quick to lift one of hands, tapping your lip with his finger.

“this is supposed to be like— a casual thing, right?” he exhales a breath, voice barely louder than a murmur.

you tip your chin up, “what are you getting at?’”

 “no strings. so, i really shouldn't be this fucking pissed about seeing you post a picture with that asshat face, smiling, his arm around you. that stupid fucking caption.”

straightening your posture, you don’t let his sugar-coated confession get to you, remaining silent for the time being. what’s his deal? is the devil spawn...confessing?

“speaking of photos…i just looked at a really cute one of you before, can you guess which one?”

and watch that picture be the one where you're on all fours in his truck's backseat lmao😃👀