What If I Told You Im A Mastermind That I Already Have An Appointment To Get Your Initials Tattooed On

What if I told you i’m a mastermind that I already have an appointment to get your initials tattooed on me🤭

I’m going to be a very greedy wife and keep you to myself the whole weekend

the taylor swift word play just when i thought i couldnt love you any more than i already do-

(when she said i want to wear his(her) initals on a chain around my neck not becuse he(she) owns me but cause he(she) really knows me she was talking about us btw)

im sorry but im staying for the rest of the week i gotta take care of my wife

NO IS ACTUALLY SO ACCURATE MY GORGEOUS PERFECT SMART WIFE HOW ARE YOU REAL???? IF ANYONE WANTS TO FIND ME PLEASE TELL THEM I'M HERE REREADING THIS FOR 3647389TH TIME

so so so very proud of you my lovely wife and can i pretty please get national anthem? I’m kinda short but got the attitude of a 6 foot man🤭 and im pretty extroverted (no seriously my classmates have described me as the most cheerul and energetic person to be around in my yearbook) and i love love pink and ribbons and the coquette aesthtic so id say im pretty girly

once again so so proud of you and so in love with you

Thank you my lovely gorgeous wife🫶🏻 i’m so in love with you

I feel like you and Rafe are compatible. You’re extroverted and girly (which he fucking adores and buys you all sorts of things he thinks you’d look pretty in), and he loves showing you off to all his friends. You better believe he’s buying you all sorts of mini skirts, tennis skirts, dresses, bows, and dressing you like his pretty doll. You keep him on his toes, you don’t let him walk all over you in arguments. You stand your ground and let him know he’s not going to treat you that way, he also loves your attitude when it’s not directed at him. Someone is giving you shit? You’re standing toe to toe with them without hesitation and letting them know how you feel. A girl is flirting with Rafe when you walk away? You’re climbing in his lap and making out with him while looking her right in the eyes. But you’re also the life of the party and often cheer him up. If he’s having a rough day, he knows he can go to you because you radiate such positivity that it almost always calms him down. You just fit very well together in my personal opinion.

As for the song…i’m going with ‘Something About You’ by Eyedress and Dent May (😏)

And thirds and fourths and fifths too please🥰

okay and some extra morning sex after we wake up to truly seal the deal

(im not letting you leave the bed and thats that)

how are you real. im actually feral foaming at the mouth his condesencion mixed with her eagerness to please him i am died dead. NO SHES JUST LIKE ME BECAUSE I WOULD ALSO LET RAFE CAMERON DO MY THINKING FOR ME.

silk chiffon

“sundown and i’m feeling lifted, downtown, cherry lipstick”

dark(ish)!rafe cameron x bimbo!kook!reader, the rafe photo quality above is so bad i’m sorry, anyway, reader is very easily manipulated, she’s also a lana fan, smut under the cut — be warned!! blow jobs, p in v sex (protected), inspired by this blurb ANDDDD @proactivetypaperson my pookie

Rafe picked you up every Friday at noon to go get lunch, get your allowance, and then go spend it. After you went shopping, you would go back to his house and turn on your favorite show to play in the background while you gave him a fashion show. And after that, you broke in your new clothes by getting on your knees and sucking him off. It was the routine and you loved every minute of it.

Your friends questioned the fact that he gave you money, but you assured them that it’s normal (because that’s what Rafe told you). You told your best friend about how you gave him daily blowjobs and she said that most people don’t do it everyday, but again, you told her that Rafe said it’s what makes your relationship as healthy as it is. She just sighs and lets out a laugh, saying something along the lines of “If it works, it works, I guess.”

You never questioned where he got the money he gave you. You actually never questioned anything he did, that was one of the things he loved about you. You were too infatuated with him to question his logic.

A lot of his friends were jealous of him for dating you. You wore your tiny skirts and tops, constantly reapplying lip gloss and mascara, smiling brightly at him. They just couldn’t bear the fact that someone as mean as Rafe was dating someone as sweet and innocent as you. After hearing his friends’ complaints, his only response was that you weren’t nearly as innocent as you seemed, which only ended in more jealousy.

In fact, you weren’t innocent at all! You and Rafe had met when he was selling coke at a party and you needed some to refill your Lana Del Rey necklace, obviously. He smiled at you, taking in your outfit: a pink tube top that stopped right above your belly button and a tiny little jean skirt that started right below it. You told him you’d do anything for the powder and then pulled out a lollipop from your bra. You unwrapped it then started to suck on it with a dramatic touch, unseen in his lust-clouded brain.

You took him to a random empty room and immediately got on your knees, pulling his cock out of his pants.

“God, you’re such a little coke whore, huh?” he groaned as you immediately started to take his whole length in your mouth.

You pulled off of him with a pop, “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you were cute. I’m not a whore!”

He just smiled and nodded, pushing you back onto his cock, fucking your throat until he came.

After that, it became a common occurrence. You got half price coke if you blew him? Deal! You searched for him at parties, and at the country club, and the golf course, anywhere!

You didn’t tell him you enjoyed it as much as he did, but he knew. It’s not like you were smart enough to be subtle. Finally, he asked you out, and you said yes instantly.

You two went to your favorite cafe, despite Rafe offering to take you somewhere luxurious, then went to your house. You were turning on your Ultraviolence record when a thought crossed your mind.

“Do I still get a deal on coke if we’re dating?”

He scoffed lightly, “You can have it for free if we actually have sex for once.”

You couldn’t respond. You had no clue that he actually liked you! You assumed the date might have been a pity thing, but you found the comment reassuring that he actually liked you. After all, the magazines you read religiously talk about how important sex is to a relationship.

“Is that a yes?”

“As long as you keep getting me off, you’ll never pay full-price, okay? Just don’t waste my time, if you don’t want to go out, we can stick to our former deal.”

You turned around and sat on the bed with him, “I do want to go on dates with you. I think you’re perfect.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him, which made you squeal with surprise. You had forgotten that you weren’t wearing panties until you felt his erection against your bare core. It made you hornier than ever.

He grinned at your reaction, watching the way you immediately started grinding against him, whimpering his name pathetically, begging him to touch you.

“My perfect little slut… not a thought in your head but sex, huh?” You whimpered and shook your head no. Of course you didn’t realize it was him mocking you, you thought it was a genuine question.

Rafe had never realized it until right now, when he knew for a fact that you were completely sober, that you were really, really dumb! He always thought it was the drinks or the coke or something along those lines, but now, with your Lana Del Rey record playing in your room with pink walls, hidden report cards, and a Cosmo magazine anywhere you looked, it really struck him. He could use this to his advantage; he could get you to do anything he wanted because you didn’t know any better.

He let you grind against him for a bit longer, loving how much you whined and pleaded, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“Hey, maybe if you got me a condom, I’d fuck you.” Your eyes lit up and you climbed off of him and off the bed, clawing through your messy bedside table drawer. You didn’t seem to realize that Rafe could see every personal belonging in there; vibrators, dildos, certain scandalous articles from magazines, empty vodka bottles, cherry chapstick, and finally, the sought-after box of condoms. You pulled one out, smiling at him with the biggest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

You got back on the bed and started to undo his pants. Rafe didn’t move a muscle; he wanted to see how far you’d go without any help. You pulled his cock out of his underwear, spitting in your hand and giving in a few strokes while you ripped open the condom with your teeth. You took your hand off of him and started to put the condom on him, glancing up through your eyelashes for approval.

He nodded at you, so you took your skirt off, finally revealing to him that you didn’t have any underwear on. He groaned at the sight of your glistening core. That was his breaking point. He grabbed your top, pulling it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra either. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, then put one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly. You whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as he gave the other one the same treatment.

All of the sudden, he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending shock waves through your system. You moaned his name, only spurring him on, he pushed his fingers into your center, relishing in the tightness after only two fingers. You were a mess, babbling about how perfect he was, how much you adored him, things along those lines.

Rafe curled his fingers, pressing against the spongey part inside you, making you whine even more incoherent praises, and finally one he understood, barely above a whisper. “Need you inside me now.” He grinned at your comment, pulling his fingers out of your soaking cunt.

You whined, but he just said, “You’ll be fine, baby. Something will replace ‘em real soon. Open up.” You opened your mouth and he shoved his fingers down your throat without a warning, making your eyes widen slightly in surprise, then you closed your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he whispered. He slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, watching the drool that came out of the corners. Your hips bucked at the praise, making him smile at you pitifully,

“My baby’s so cockdrunk and you barely even touched it,” you whined in response, “I know, I know. I’m working on it.” He adjusted your hips, lifting you up and lining his cock up with your entrance. He started to place you down gently, savoring how tight you were. You were whining and babbling again, begging him to move.

“Oh, baby, you have to do it yourself. I’ll help, but you’ve gotta work for it,” he smiled as you groaned his name in annoyance.

“Fine,” you mumbled, starting to circle your hips, “I have to do everything-” Your complaints were cut off when he moved his thumb back to rubbing slow circles on your clit. You were already so close when he was fucking you with his fingers, so there was no way you were going to last long.

“Rafe, I’m close,” you whined into his ear.

“Already?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, but if I don’t come, you have to suck me off.” His words made you clench around him as you came, finally pushed over the edge. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, helping you ride through the orgasm.

“You ready to move?” he asked, laughing lightly when you nodded immediately.

“Wanna make you feel good… as a, like a thank you.” You used your knees to get off of him. Then, you pulled the condom off, before getting off of the bed and onto your knees, motioning for him to come to the edge of the bed. As soon as he was where you wanted him, you took him fully into your mouth.

You moved your hands from his knees, searching for his hands, finding one and placing it on your head, hoping he understood. He put his other hand on your head and started thrusting into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. Your eyes watered, but you never pulled away. He finally came with a string of curses and you swallowed it all, opening your mouth to show him.

You got up and grabbed your pink waterbottle off of the side of your bed, drinking a large amount before offering it to Rafe. He shook his head no, and you shrugged your shoulders. You sucked on the straw as you searched for your clothes on the ground. Rafe watched you, almost in awe, and then when you looked at him, he never could’ve prepared for what you said next, that this is what was going to start your relationship.

“Y’know, we should do this more often!”

you and me. at the wedding alter. right now.

all of yall invited🤭

Guys I miss my wife, she needs to come home immediately @proactivetypaperson

angst lover first rafe camerons whore second this was toooo good

Dial Drunk | Rafe Cameron

masterlist found here

pairing - Rafe x reader word count - 2,234 warnings - swearing, drunk driving A/N - inspired by Noah Kahan's song "Dial Drunk"

summary - Rafe gets himself into trouble yet again, and the only person he can think to save him is you. But you're over now, so what's he supposed to do? Simple. Call you anyway.

Rafe shouldn't have been driving, and in the back of his head, he knew that. The issue was caring. Something he didn’t do at all. Not since you left him.

Left him was putting it kindly. You grabbed his heart, ripped it out of his chest, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until all that was left was a pile of pink and red mush and pieces of you -the only thing he had actually cared about. Naturally, he fought the break up tooth and nail. Granted, he didn’t behave in the most rational way. He shouted and yelled until he was red in the face, and he got closer to you than he should’ve, but he never laid a hand on you. He would never do that, and you knew that, which was why you didn’t flinch, even when his face was inches from yours.

That fight was what Rafe was thinking about only a week later as he was cruising down a side street at 70 miles an hour, drunk off his ass. He swore to himself as the sky behind him lit up blue and red, and for a second, he considered drawing out a car chase, but a voice in his head told him that that would be too idiotic, even for him.

That voice, he realized, sounded an awful lot like you.

When Deputy Shoupe approached his window, even he knew he was being too much of an asshole -definitely pushing his luck. “Son, why don’t you step out of the car for me?”

“Son, why don’t you kiss my ass?”

“Rafe, get out of the car,” Shoupe said with a roll of his eyes.

“Shoupe, go to hell.”

With an annoyed sigh, Shoupe reached through the open window, unlocked the car, and pulled the door handle, yanking Rafe out by the bicep. “Have you been drinking tonight, Rafe?” he asked, flashing a light in Rafe’s eyes, causing him to squint and turn his head.

“I don’t know, Shoupey-doupe, what do you think?”

Shoupe sighed and grabbed Rafe by the arm again, turning him around so he was pressed to his car, then got his cuffs out of his back pocket. “Dammit, Rafe,” he muttered. He threw him in the back of the car, then got in the front and headed to the station. Rafe sat silently with his head against the window, a small pout on his face. Shoupe eyed him in the rearview mirror, then sighed. “Who’d you like to call at the station?” he asked.

Rafe shrugged and stayed quiet.

“C’mon, kid,” Shoupe pushed. “You get one phone call. You’re telling me no one’ll post your bail?” Rafe still said nothing, leaving Shoupe to sigh again and stare back out at the road in front of him.

“(Y/N).”

Shoupe glanced in the mirror then out the windshield again. “What was that?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Rafe repeated. “I’ll call her.”

Shoupe knew you. Everyone knew you. You were one of those rare, special Kooks who was nice to everyone. Kook, Pogue, Touron, it didn’t matter. People were people in your eyes, no matter where they came from. Everyone supposed that was how you could come to date Rafe. You didn’t judge him for who he was. You loved him for who he was trying to become.

Until, of course, you didn’t.

When they pulled up to the station, Shoupe led Rafe to a phone where he could call you. Luckily, he had your number memorized -something you had once insisted on him doing in case he got himself into situations just like this one. Shoupe stood by Rafe’s side, supervising the call with his arms folded across his chest.

The line rang several times, and for a moment, Rafe feared you wouldn’t pick up at all. It was the middle of the night, after all. You were probably sleeping. But then, he heard your voice.

“Hello?” You sounded groggy, and he immediately felt a twinge of guilt. For everything.

“Hey,” he said. “It’s-” He cleared his throat. “It’s me.”

“Rafe?”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“Where, where are you calling me from?”

He cleared his throat again, his eyes squeezing shut. “The police station.” He was met with silence on the other end until you finally sighed.

“I told you not to call me anymore, Rafe,” you said.

“I know, baby, I know, I just-”

“Don’t call me that.”

He winced and put his forehead in his hand. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), but please, I didn’t know who else-” Before he could say anything else, he was met with the dial tone. He felt a lump start to rise in his throat. “He- Hello? (Y/N)?”

Nothing.

He looked up at Shoupe with pleading eyes, and Shoupe stared down at him. If Rafe had been more sober, he would’ve taken note of the pity in the officer’s expression. “Please,” Rafe said. “Just let me call her back. I know she’ll pick up.” Shoupe could see the chaos behind Rafe’s eyes. It was a look he knew all too well. The kid was about to spiral. Shoupe sighed and pulled up a chair, dragging it in front of Rafe so he could sit.

“Son,” he said gently, “are you a danger to yourself?”

Rafe furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “Fuck that,” he said aggressively. “Just let me call her. I’ll, we can do a breathalyzer, I’ll, I’ll sit in a cell, I’ll fucking kiss your badge. Just let me call her.”

Shoupe sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Why do you do this to yourself, kid?”

Rafe knew he wasn’t getting another phone call.

He dropped his face to his hands and sighed, feeling tears coming to his eyes. Shoupe stood up, pushed his chair back where he found it, and took a hold of Rafe’s bicep. “C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get you to a cell.”

“I’m not a bad guy anymore, Shoupe,” Rafe said, his voice weak and desperate as he followed the sheriff. “I’m not proud of the shit I’ve done. I’ve changed.”

“I know, kid,” he said. “It’s just for the night.”

“But why doesn’t she know that?”

Shoupe gave Rafe a sympathetic smile as he slid the cell gate closed. “Get some sleep, alright?” he said. “Things’ll be better in the morning.”

Rafe sure hoped he was right.

-

Rafe was awoken the next morning by the sound of metal bars sliding open. He sat up, blinking against the daylight, and looked at Shoupe. “Your bail got posted,” he said. “Let’s go.” Rafe stood up, his head pounding from the hangover, and followed Shoupe out of the cell.

“Who posted-”

He cut himself off when he saw you standing at the front desk, his belongings in your hands. You looked tired and anxious, eyes darting around uncomfortably. He hated that he was the cause of your anxiety. All he wanted to do was hug you, but he knew better.

When you saw him, your shoulders dropped a little with the relief of seeing a person you knew, even despite the situation. “Hey,” you said once he was in front of you.

“Hey,” he said back. “Thanks for-”

“It’s okay,” you said, cutting him off and handing him his things -wallet, keys, and jacket. “I’ll give you a ride to your truck.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Who else is gonna do it, Rafe?” you asked. You didn’t sound annoyed or angry. You sounded tired. Defeated. And he hated that. So, he just nodded and followed you out of the station and to your car. “Where’d you get pulled over?” you asked, starting the engine to your vehicle. Rafe spewed out the location, so you headed in that direction, letting the car fill with an uncomfortable silence.

Rafe could only take it for a few minutes.

“I know what I promised you,” he said softly. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened and your jaw clenched, but you didn’t look at him or acknowledge him in any other way. “I shouldn’t have called.”

“Who else was gonna post your bail?” you asked with a scoff.

“I’ll pay you back," he said without hesitation.

“That’s not important,” you said.

“It's important to me.”

You pulled up behind his truck and parked the car, but Rafe made no effort to get out. You could predict what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. “I don’t want to do this, Rafe,” you whispered. “I can’t do this.”

“You think I can?” he asked, his own voice breaking. “Baby, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, tears pooling in your eyes. “Please, please don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not your baby anymore, Rafe!” you shouted. “And when you call me that, I want to forget all the reasons I broke up with you and pick up where we left off, but I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because you haven’t changed,” you said, finally willing yourself to look up at him. He looked exhausted, and you didn’t know if that was due to a night in a jail cell or a routine of sleepless nights. “Rafe, you are still the exact same boy who broke my heart a week ago.”

“Broke your heart?” he repeated. “I think you’re misremembering how that fight went down, (Y/N).”

“I remember that night fine,” you countered. “Do you?”

-

It was your birthday, and Rafe had promised you something special. Something so special that he didn’t want you to plan anything else. He said he would be out for most of the day with Barry, but when he came home, you were going to have the best birthday ever.

But then, the night came, the night went, and Rafe never showed. At least, not until 2:00 in the morning, high out of his mind. He crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck until you stirred. “Did I wake you, baby?” he asked. You pushed him away which made him whine. “What?”

“What do you mean, what?” you snapped. “Rafe, do you even remember what today is?” He rattled off the date, and only once the number passed his lips did realization cross his features.

”Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Shit.”

“I had some business to take care of with Barry, and then-”

“Save it,” you said. “I know how things go when you have ‘business’ with Barry. I don’t know why I expected something different today.’”

“That’s not fair,” he said.

“Isn’t it?” you said, turning to face him. “It’s always the same shit with you, Rafe. Drugs and business and tossing me to the side because you know I’ll still be here when you decide I’m worth your time again.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is,” you said, pushing yourself out of bed. “It is, and I’m tired of it.”

“Oh, you’re tired of it?” he said, standing up as well. “So what?”

“So, I’m done,” you said. “I’m done letting you string me along like this.”

“I’m not stringing you along, (Y/N)!” he said, putting his hands on his head. “I love you!”

“Hell,” you scoffed. “If this is how you treat people you love, it’s no wonder you’ve tried to kill so many people you hate.”

“Fuck you!” he said, pointing a finger at you in anger.

“No, fuck you Rafe!” you shouted back. “I’m-” You let out a bitter laugh as a few tears spilled down your cheeks. “I’m tired. Go home.”

“No, I’m not done talking about this.”

“Well I am,” you said. “And this is my house, so get the fuck out. Don't call me. And promise me you won't come back."

He scoffed. "I'll do you one better. I promise to forget about you altogether."

-

“Well I guess we broke each other's hearts,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess we did.”

You were both quiet again until Rafe finally sighed. “(Y/N), I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday.” You looked up at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“You think that’s why I was upset, Rafe?” you said. “Because you forgot my fucking birthday?” Before he could speak, you continued. “It’s because I’m always going to come in second with you. You’re never going to put me above your stupid fucking drugs and the idiotic life choices you keep choosing to make. And I tried so hard to be patient and understanding, but you won’t stop because you don’t want to stop, and I know that now.”

“I want you,” he said, turning his body to face you. “Isn’t that enough?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s not. Not when I care about you more than you care about yourself.”

Rafe opened his mouth like he was going to say something only to close it again. You clicked the button to unlock your car door, signaling that the conversation was done. With a clenched jaw, Rafe nodded and got out of the car. Before he could close the door, you spoke again.

“It’s not fair, you know,” you said.

“What’s not fair?” he asked.

You gave him a sad smile. “I’ll always come when you call,” you said as a single tear fell down your cheek. “I just hope, someday, I stop having to.”

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