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rafe cameron getting his high school gf pregnant

rafe who knocks up his high school gf at the end of their senior year

he was high at the time and forgot to use a condom (he’s always been gunning to fuck her raw, he just doesn’t think about the consequences)

his pretty girlfriend is so angry and upset and yet she tells him that she’s keeping the baby

her parents want to send her away but somehow ward convinces them that the cameron’s will take care of her - she’s family now

something stirs inside of rafe when he sees her growing larger, her belly peeking out of her tank tops, he starts to feel even more possessive of her

his father drags him to her ultrasound and something shifts in him when he’s told it’s a boy. he finally sees an opportunity to be the man of the household and be great like his dad

rafe is probably high when she goes into labour, missing it completely. he only knows she’s in the hospital after his sister sarah calls him angrily, his coked up ass showing up at the door after his little son was born

rafe who, despite it all, loves his son so much. he feels so protective over him

he’s determined to be nothing like ward and tries to dote on the little boy, not realising he can’t buy his affection just yet

the little family sit out on the porch all the time soaking up the sun, their son resting on rafe’s bare chest

rafe is 100% always shirtless with his kid resting on his chest - he remembers seeing something about skin-to-skin once and won’t let it go

rafe and his little son walking around figure 8 with topper and kelce, visiting the country club and drinking, just with a baby

his lifestyle doesn’t change, he just does it all with a baby

rafe is a big believer in the trad housewife and will keep his gf at Tannyhill to look after his kid while he does whatever he wants

sarah loves her nephew to bits and her and wheezie are constantly coddling him while his mother rests

at the start of season one, ward talks to rafe about how he thought having a kid would make rafe responsible, but it didn’t

rafe’s high school gf is probably quite sad most of the time, always left with her son and alone, no friends other than sarah, not that rafe notices

rafe’s whole psyche is still rooted in proving himself to his father, but now he also wants to prove that he can be a better father than his own, and he’s always trying so hard to make ward see that (no matter the cost)

part 2>>> here

rafe gets what he wants, no matter what

(rafe isn’t a nice guy in this - you’ve been warned, pure brain rambling)

rafe cameron is a guy who absolutely hates periods and makes the worst and most sexist jokes when his gf is on her period. he’s talking about how gross they are and how his girl is so moody and doesn’t want to be touched. he can’t get some while his girl is bleeding, he says to topper and kelce. it’s only when topper suggests that there are other ways to have fun does rafe truly begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

rafe who starts to beg his girl to do anal, saying she owes him for making him celibate for a whole week. he’s saying he’ll go slow, be gentle, just the tip. rafe manipulating his girl and pretending to be hurt by her refusal. she doesn’t love him enough, he cries. he would do anything to please her because he loves her, but she mustn’t feel the same way. rafe who gives pleading looks and pouting lips until he finally sees her resolve start to crack. once she agrees, he probably doesn’t let her back out of it. rafe would view this as the ultimate sign of his girl’s devotion to him, letting him in there. it would also be the perfect bragging material for his boys, but she doesn’t need to know that. she just needs to lay down and let him be where he wants to be, and he will be nice to her (as nice as he can be).

rafe with his son from his high school gf! he’s always cuddled up with the baby and doing his normal activities, just plus his cute as shit kid (all the girls stare at him and he loves it, complimenting his son and how much he looks like his father. rafe 100% has kids that look like his carbon copy and it just makes him so smug)

this is 100% rafe driving his pregnant high school gf! around figure 8, always checking to make sure she and their baby are alright (it feeds his need to be a protector)

rafe experiences the comfort of a mother

synopsis: rafe appears on his girlfriend’s doorstop, badly burnt and in need of care and affection

Rafe stood in front of the guest room, body stiff and hand frozen against the wooden door. He wanted to knock, he really did, and yet he was hesitant. Only the day before had the couple fought, screaming and shouting until both were out of breath. Rafe had watched his sweet girl leave with teary eyes and he’d felt bad, his heart twisting as she had slammed the door in his face. It was the same door he finally knocked on after realising he’d been motionless for too long. The rap of his knuckles echoed and for a moment, he wondered if she wouldn’t answer the door at all, until a creak sounded. Rafe raised his gaze to see his girlfriend standing in front of him, her fists rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

“R-rafe? What are yo-”, she began to ask, voice heavy with tiredness, the hour late. It wasn’t until she looked at him properly that she paused, taking in his entire state. Rafe was standing there, clutching his arm to his chest protectively. It wasn’t the childlike pose that caught her eye though, no - it was the way Rafe’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and his bottom lip wobbling ever so subtly.

“Are you ok?” She asked gently, as if she were talking to their son. Rafe could only shake his head side to side, slowly pulling his arm away. At the sight of the red and blistering flesh, she gasped loudly, “Oh my god! What happened?”.

“I-uh, I got into some trouble,” Rafe responded timidly, full of shame and in pain.

“Come here,” his girlfriend said, gently ushering him into the guest room, “sit down. Have you cleaned this?” She asked. Again he shook his head, leading her to hum lowly. “Ok, I’ll need to clean it. Gimme a sec.”

Rafe sat on the bed patiently as he took in the room. He’d never been in there since she began sleeping in there, now taking in all the little trinkets she had lying around. He had been trying to get her to move back into his room but she still refused, and the pair used the nursery as a mutual zone.

His musings were cut off by a gentle voice questioning him.

“What happened Rafe?”

“It’s nothing, just an accident, you know?” Rafe grumbled out as she began to wet antiseptic pads in front of him. She looked up at him, gaze incredulous.

“This is bad, Rafe. You don’t just get something like this accidentally! You said you got into trouble before - what did you mean by that?” She questioned. Rafe sighed, having underestimated just how much she would question him, but he should’ve expected that, he thought to himself. When he didn’t answer, she began to clean his arm.

The sharp stinging sensation that travelled through him as the antiseptic touched his burn made Rafe jump, his voice exclaiming in shock. It was that sudden pain that caused the unshed tears in his eyes to spill over, and it was like once he started he couldn’t stop. All his pain and worries spilled out of him, the tears streaming down his face.

“Oh baby, it’s ok, come here,” he heard her say, cleaning forgotten as she pulled his head into her chest. Whenever she had comforted Rafe in the past, this had been his favourite position, curled up against her chest and having his hair stroked. So she did just that, soothing his heaving sobs with each pass through his hair. “It’s ok Rafe, you’re ok here baby. I’ve got you, ok? Breathe, Rafe.”

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, his sobs wetting the fabric of the tank top she wore. He’d almost completely exhausted himself by the time his sobs stopped, only able to breathe deeply now. It was then his muffled voice could be heard, “it was Barry.”

He felt her stiffen before she tentatively probed further. “Barry, your dealer?”

At the feeling of him nodding, she pulled him away from her chest. Her voice was stern, as if she was talking to a small child,

“Rafe, why is your dealer burning you? What did you do?”

He looked up at her, eyes wide and rimmed with red. He looked just a like their son, she thought, his features so innocent and needy.

“I-I couldn’t pay him back in time… I tried, I really did, but I had this thing and I couldn’t get it all there in time, and I said- I said to him I would get it bu-but he didn’t care,” Rafe began to ramble, his voice pleading with her to understand him. He had been trying to do better, for her - for his family. He watched her sigh, before she returned to clean his wound in silence. Rafe wanted to speak, to explain himself more but he didn’t know what to say, and the idea of her disappointed gaze upon him once more sealed his lips. The feeling of her fingers smoothing a burn cream over his wound tenderly had him curling back into her chest.

She began to card her fingers back through his blonde locks, feeling Rafe relax against her. When he was upset he would be one of two ways: angry and reactive, or clingy and touch-starved. Today, it was clear he was the latter. She couldn’t bare to leave him alone like this, and so she gently whispered,

“Come here baby, let’s get you into bed, ok?”

Rafe pulled away, his eyes wide as he looked up upon her face.

“Here?”

She nodded and began to pull the covers away, creating a space for him to shuffle in. Rafe allowed himself to be guided under the quilt and he couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of her fingers tenderly brushing his messed-up strands away from his forehead. As he made space for her beside him, Rafe watched his girlfriend pull away from the bed.

“Nononono-” he began to mutter, only to be cut off. His hand was outstretched pathetically to try and keep her by his side, scared to be alone.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m just going to the nursery. I thought you’d want him to stay with us tonight,” she soothed, watching surprised as Rafe shook his head in response.

“No, let him sleep. Just c’mere,” he mumbled, dragging her into his side and under the blankets. Within seconds Rafe had found his position for the night, curled up into her side, his head resting on her chest once more. He was so sullen and quiet as he listened to her heartbeat, hands clutching at her waist.

“Goodnight Rafe,” she uttered sleepily, the events of the night catching up to her.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against her chest. He didn’t say it often, preferring to show his love for her through actions, but she always knew it. With a soft kiss against the crown of his head, she echoed those words back to him, before slipping into unconsciousness,

“I love you too, baby.”

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ you get me high ◞ rafe cameron !

꒰ ✶ ꒱ rafe noticing that your ass is getting fatter because of how much he’s been fucking you… yummy￨f! reader. soft! rafe ᰔᩚ mwah! smut ( duh ). you’re needy 4 him bc i am. a lot of baby’s.

he’s just as deep inside of you as always. his fat tip bullying your soft spot in the best way as his hands hold onto your hips. he’d be lying if he said he was holding them to just steady you. the way you’re moaning and throwing it back into him, he’s damn near about to cum already but he can see how needy you are so he’s trying his best to hold on. he doesn’t believe he can though, moans slipping from his lips as his eyes stay locked on the pink of your pussy and how it’s lightly covered in a white layer of the both of you. the layer stringing between the two of you every time you pull back on his hips.

“my fucking god,” he swears, feeling his cum rushing a little further towards his tip. “m’ gonna cum soon, baby.” you whine, almost disappointed and it pulls at his heart. he hates disappointing his girl.

“wait, please. j-just a little longer, baby. oh- please.” he doesn’t hesitate to obey, pulling his eyes from where to connect to your ass. he zones out a little as he watches it move, the fat rippling every time your thighs met his. then, he realizes something as he watches, something he hadn’t noticed before. he grins to himself quietly at first, too mesmerized by the way it’s moving.

“this ass, baby. my god.” he whispers, almost in disbelief, but it’s audible to your ears. “think i’m fucking you so good it’s getting bigger.” he confesses as he rubs his hand along the globe of it. you muster up a laugh at his comment, but it’s quickly interrupted by the quick building of your orgasm.

“b-baby? m’ about to cum,” you hiccup, a moan making you stutter. you honestly could’ve stayed quiet and he would’ve known from the way your pussy is practically already milking him, begging for his cum. “i can feel it,” he winced in sensitivity, “give it to me. gonna cum with you.” and he did just that. shooting his cum inside of you as you make a mess on his dick, the two of you dripping onto the sheets soon after.

 2024 kausstar !

OHHH ANOTHER THOUGHT!!!!!!!

idk how the porn community works HALSJKS but if its a thing to like ….. ship them ig??? … how would rafe react to r’s video with another dude being posted on twitter (maybe the first vid she’s made since her vid with rafe) and everyone’s in the comments being like “omg yas this is so hot!!!” “omg this is so much better than her and rafe!!” BALJEKS IDK

the first time someone’s talked negatively about him and it’s actually effected him 😅 he doesn’t like this ego being bruised

It was rare that Rafe checked social media, he just didn’t care about what people thought. He was pornstar and was used to being judged for his career choice and especially for the brutal way he fucked his costars. It was the Twitter notification he got though, with his name and your name tagged along with someone else’s who he didn’t know that caught his attention.

He opened the video, his blue eyes darkening as soon as he saw what it was. It was some nobody with a dick half the size of his, trying to make you cum. He could tell by the moans you were giving that it was all an act, and it ignited something in him he didn’t like. Watching another man fuck you, even if it was your job wasn’t something he particularly was a fan of. He had always loved pussy and money, and never once thought of ever quitting his rather successful porn career for anyone, until you started occupying his mind all day every day. He just couldn’t bring himself to end it yet, his addiction to sex and money way too deep.

As he went to exit out the app, a comment caught his eye. “Wow. She’s a pro at taking dick.” He scoffed as he read it out loud. What dick were you takin? That clown was the size of a pinky compared to him. It was the next one down that had his head raging in a way he had never experienced. ‘Her and @therafecameron video was weak compared to this. 🤣’ He seethed, these stupid idiots comments getting to him and bruising his extremely high ego. His knee bounced rapidly, thumb at the edge of his mouth as his mind raced wildly.

It was the phone, turned into landscape mode as Rafe’s long arm aimed it down to let it capture you taking dick. His free hand was wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back as he drilled into you at a brutal speed. The makeup you had on was smeared, tears streaming down your sparkly cheeks as he had some point to prove. He didn’t exactly say what, but it was a chance to get fucked by the man you were becoming obsessed with.

“Who’s fucking dick are you takin?” Rafe asked, his voice dripping venom as he yanked your head to make you look at him. His blue eyes, peered down at you in a predatory manner as he forced you to give him an answer.

The answer you gave was incoherent, your words coming out in babbles as an insane amount of pleasure was taking over your body. Your eyes rolled back, his huge dick tearing you apart as he wrapped his fist around your hair even harder. The phone that was recording the raw homemade scene was now shoved in your face, his hand on your head forcing you to look at the lens.

You were still so pretty, completely cock drunk off his monstrous ways as you were being his good personal whore. He leaned down, mustache brushing over your ear as he looked at the camera. It was quite a sexy sight to see his wild hair and striking blue iris’s making eye contact with the phone. “Tell them who’s dick your fuckin takin.” He spoke lowly, eyes watching your face through the screen. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I swear you’ll fucking regret it.” He gritted out, toned hips slapping against yours.

You cried out, his hand removing itself from your head to force your chin to look at the camera. You had no choice but to let out a loud whine, screaming the man’s name that you just wanted as yours. “Rafe Cameron! I’m t-takin Rafe Cameron’s dick!” Your voice cracking as you clamped down onto his cock.

As soon as heard that, a smirk came to his face and his nuts tightened. He tilted your chin towards him, sloppily kissing you with his tongue as the camera caught something Rafe never did with anyone. If the kissing wasn’t enough to make people a little shocked, it was that he posted it to his Twitter account, caption reading ‘The only dick that can get her screaming 😱 remember the fucking name bitches.’

𖥔 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ being absolutely cock hungry and finally getting filled up

⊹ boyfriend!rafe spoiling you in every way

⊹ breaking in your new apartment with boyfriend!rafe

⊹ dom!rafe masturbating for you

⊹ fwb!rafe using you however way he wants

⊹ he loves to appreciate your tits

⊹ he texts you for a late night fuck

⊹ letting him fuck your mouth after a stressful day

⊹ mean!rafe ignores you all day so you make him apologise

⊹ knowing he has to ease you into it because he so big

⊹ rafe eating you out

⊹ rafe fucking you after you were being a brat

⊹ rafe teasing you until you're a whimpering mess

⊹ rafe using your pretty little holes however he wants

⊹ sending a ‘thank you’ vid with the present he got you while away

⊹ thanking rafe mid-sex because he feels too good

⊹ trying to be quiet as rafe fucks you early in the morning

⊹ when he needs you so bad he has to pull the car over

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝

pairing: dealer!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝i feel free when i see no one, and nobody knows my name.❞ — you and rafe sneak away from an event neither of you want to be at, and unexpectedly have a good heart to heart.

warnings: nearly nonexistent enemies to lovers, narcissistic parents (yikes), reader tries so hard to fight her attraction towards rafe lol, heavy flirting, light drinking, teasing, you and rafe confide in one another, car sex, unprotected sex (kinda vanilla imo), dry humping, slight praise kink

word count: 3k

a/n: i see your requests to make second parts for other oneshots of this series, don’t worry! they’ll be in the works once i have the rest of the series published <3 series masterlist

“for god sakes, y/n, change out of that horrid dress.” your father grimaced as you walked down the stairs, ready for whatever charity ball he was hosting this time. “her dress looks beautiful, won’t you leave her alone?” you heard your mother scold your dad as she fixed his tie. he always had something to say, just wanting to nag any chance he got. you ignored him, walking in front of the full length mirror by the front door. you looked amazing, the only reason why your father said anything about your dress being ‘horrid’ was probably because the low cut of your corset top pushed you up in all the right places.

“do me a favor when we get there? actually look like you’re enjoying yourself.” your father walked past you, holding the car door open for you and your mom. “of course, dad! i’ll walk around like this,” you smiled widely, your eyes void of any emotion. “my god,” you snorted at his expression, looking out the window for the rest of the ride. once you arrived, the three of you walked in, looking just like one of the perfect families you see in the magazines. the hall was already filled with everyone who lived on figure eight.

“i’ll be making my introduction soon,” your father greeted several people, your eyes narrowing at how much of a phony he was. “fix your face, dear. people are looking.” your mother nudged you softly. you don’t know what was faker, her smile or the extensions in her hair. you walked away before she could tell you anything else, taking a seat at the furthest table from the stage, the lighting itself nearly nonexistent. you looked around at the crowded room, spotting rafe in his own corner with topper and kelce. they were huddled together, rafe stuffing some cash in the pocket of his slacks.

that’s weird. you looked away, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as your father walked up to the microphone at the front. “good evening everyone, i would like to start off by saying..” you tuned out your father’s voice, tapping your nails against the table. it wasn’t long before clapping echoed through the room, a waiter approaching you with a fancy drink. “courtesy of mr. cameron,” you smiled at the server, thanking him before your head shot up in rafe’s direction.

he was already looking at you, blowing you a kiss as you waved him off. god, he was so annoying. you flashed him a fake smile. from the corner of your eye, you could see rafe making his way over, slipping into the chair next to you. he smelled so good, but you’d keep that thought to yourself. “how’s that little girl drink? i figured you couldn’t take the hard shit.” you nodded your head, taking a sip from the drink in question. “it could be better. i have to say though, when the waiter told me ‘courtesy of mr. cameron.’ i was hoping it was from your dad.” you pouted, rafe’s smug expression dropping instantly.

“sure you did.” he leaned back, your eyes traveling down the buttons of his shirt. you swallowed, averting your attention elsewhere before he could catch you. “what do you want, rafe?” you sighed. “what? i can’t sit with the princess of figure eight?” he leaned in, making you turn slightly. “of course you can, but can’t you see i’m having the time of my life?” you said sarcastically, both you and rafe laughing. he took your drink, tasting it for himself before he placed it back in front of you. “look, this is the last place i want to be right now, and by the way you’re over here by yourself, i could tell you feel the same. let’s ditch.” you thought for a second.

“and go where, rafe?” the man next to you shrugged. “let’s go to the cut.” you couldn’t help the shake of your head. “you’re funny.” his fingertips skimmed your wrist. “i’m serious, just think about it. no one there recognizes us, no one knows our name, we could just go for a drive, that’s it.” you glanced over at your mother, watching her down a whole glass of champagne as she feigned a laugh with some of the other women at a table. you’d hate to end up like that. “let’s get out of here.” you let rafe pick you up, shielding you from the crowd’s view as you two quickly made your way out the back entrance.

“hurry up!” he whispered as you struggled to get in his truck, your heels getting caught in the train of your dress. “i’m trying!” you groaned when your shoe wouldn’t budge from the fabric, rafe jogging around his vehicle to help you in. his hands gripped your hips, hoisting you up onto the passenger seat. he shut the door, your cheeks reddening. okay, he was very strong. he got in, his hand resting on the back of your seat as he backed out. you hated how attractive you found him. “you could act like you like me, you know.” rafe started driving. your father’s words from earlier replayed in your head. ‘do me a favor when we get there? actually look like you’re enjoying yourself.’ you blinked.

“i’m tired of acting.” you blurted out, immediately wishing you hadn’t spoken at all. rafe was quiet for a few seconds. “me too.” at his words, you glanced at him. “what do you have to act about?” it’s not that you were invalidating how he felt, but rafe wasn’t necessarily known as the good guy. “well, for one; my dad is an asshole.” he reached back, grabbing a beer from the backseat. “ward?” you scoffed, “he’s like the sweetest, at least when i’ve been around.” rafe nodded. “exactly. you’re proving my point.” you watched as he took the cap off with his teeth.

“but since we’re on this note; why don’t you like me?” he turned the radio on, the volume so low you could barely hear and sound coming out of the speakers. “it’s not that i don’t like you, rafe. i’ve just heard a lot of things. plus, you’re friends with douchebags, it’s only safe for me to assume you’re the same way.” you laughed when he flashed you a look that said ‘really???’

“topper and kelce aren’t even that bad, i’ve known them since forever.” he took a swig from his bottle. his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. “i guess.” you found yourself looking at every little thing rafe did, finding it physically difficult to look away. “okay, you ask me something.” he took one hand off the wheel, his gold ring shining underneath the lights lining the road. “what did topper and kelce buy from you earlier?” he shut you down immediately. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” your eyes flickered to the speedometer, the numbers increasing. “you have secrets, i won’t pry.” he cleared his throat. “just trust me when i say you’re better off not knowing.” you two passed the bridge, officially entering the cut.

“you know what, there’s something i wanna know actually,” he smiled, “guys around here flaunt their girlfriends like trophies, how come i’ve never seen you with anyone?” you avoided his teasing gaze. “sorry, rafe. boyfriend applications are closed at the moment.” you looked down at your nails, trying to act as nonchalant as you can. as if rafe could sense the butterflies in your tummy, he shook his head. “that’s too bad, i have all the credentials too.” surely someone that good at flirting couldn’t be trusted. “do you also check the box for emotionally available?” rafe nodded. “for you i do.” damn him.

you couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto your face, rafe hollering once he saw that he got you. “alright, alright,” you brushed him off as he went off the road and parked underneath a tree. “i just realized how dark it is out here.” you looked around barely noticing any light. “this is the neglected side of the island. there’s no city lights, nothing. i kinda like that about it.” rafe left the keys in the ignition so music still played. “probably because you don’t have to live here.” you flashed him a look. “i’m sure the people on this side wish there was a little more.” you slipped your heels off, your feet already aching.

“besides that. think about it. you don’t have to uphold a reputation, you don’t have to act like something you’re not, no one expects anything from you, that sounds pretty good to me.” you nodded in understanding. “well when you put it like that, i’d take being a pogue over the kook bullshit any day.” he huffed out a laugh, grabbing another beer from the backseat. rafe handed it to you, your lip curling in disgust. “let me guess, ‘beer is gross,ew!’ fuck, you’re such a girl.” he shook his head. you stared at him for a moment. “you know what? i’ll drink it. but you open it.” you refused to use your teeth like rafe did.

he watched you with anticipation, your face scrunching as you took a swig. “i don’t care if i’m ‘such a girl’ that’s so bad.” you wiped your mouth, ignoring rafe as he suppressed his laughter. “okay, moving on,” he sighed, taking your beer for himself. “why did you look at your mom like that before we left?” you started fidgeting with your necklace, a habit you obtained when you were nervous. “this is gonna sound really stupid..” you trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek.

“i just feel like; if i don’t do something now to separate myself from my parents and their business, just figure eight in general, i’m gonna end up with the same life as hers. her and my father aren’t happy in their marriage, all she does is work and on her days off she drinks herself away while shopping online. i want so much more than that. something genuine.” rafe felt like you had crawled into his mind and said everything off of a script. “i love my parents, i really do, but i never want to become anything like them.” you blinked away the tears, not allowing the chance for you to ruin your makeup in front of this ridiculously beautiful man.

rafe kept his eyes on you, his gaze falling to the soft curve of your lips. “i don’t want to inherit anything from my father. every time we get in an argument, it never fails; he throws giving me money and an inheritance in my face when something goes wrong. i won’t let him be the reason i’m successful. i won’t piggyback off of him.” rafe sat back in his seat, manspreading slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. this time when you looked at rafe, you felt like you saw him for who he really is, and that overshadowed all previous judgments you had.

“you and me both it seems like.” your eyes flickered up at each other, your heart racing in your chest as he took you in. with the slowness of the music in the background, and your heated stares, you felt yourself approaching a line you wouldn’t be able to come back from, a line you were more than willing to cross. “i won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” rafe’s voice was low, his body leaning into yours. your lips met his first, his hand pulling you closer by the back of your neck, his lips were so soft against your own, the tenderness of his touch making you shudder beneath his fingertips.

“i’ve always wanted to kiss you.” you smiled at his words, suddenly feeling suffocated in your dress. “rafe?” you got close to his ear, your nails softly running through his hair. “please get me naked.” he never thought he’d hear that sentence leave from your lips. you giggled to yourself when he got off the truck, going to the backseat where he pulled you over the console like nothing. “i thought you’d never ask.” his hands were skilled as he helped you out of the million layers that was your dress, his eyes sparkling as you sat shyly in front of him in nothing but a matching set.

“fuck, y/n,” he slid off his suit jacket, throwing it to the front seat as he pulled you on top of him, his hands settling on your hips. “you still have clothes on.” you shivered, rubbing his chest through his shirt. “we’ll get to that baby, let me just have you like this for a second.” your heart fluttered at the name, your arms wrapping around his neck as he trailed kisses across your chest. he was truly drawing this out for as long as he could, but you weren’t complaining. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you wore this just for me.” you gasped when he flicked the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“next time i will, yeah?” you pulled away, cupping his face in yours hands, his eyes boring into yours. “yeah.” he kissed you again, a small moan emitting from your mouth when he dragged your hips against his. he was so hard already and feeling him through your panties was like torture. he continued moving you against him until you were gasping for air, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “please rafe, i just want you inside of me.” you whined, your hair coming undone from its updo, a curl falling into your face. he let you unbutton his shirt, his slacks coming off right after.

you couldn’t keep your eyes from staring at his hard on when he was left in his boxers, your hand tentatively palming him through the thin material. rafe’s jaw slacked as you touched him, his eyes darkening when he saw you take your bottom lip between your teeth. while you were still straddling him, you pulled him out, his hardened cock standing before you. you two looked up at each other at the same time, a yelp echoing through the truck as he pushed you down onto the seat, your bra being tossed to the side.

he wasted no time, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples as you welcomed him inbetween your legs. everything felt so surreal, one minute you thought rafe cameron was like everyone else you knew, and the next he was slipping your underwear off, telling you how stunning you are. you stared in awe as rafe used his thumb to keep the head of his cock from springing up against his stomach as he neared your entrance. the fact that he was that hard, struggling to keep himself down, filled you with such pride as he entered you slowly. “i’m sorry, i probably should’ve asked you if you were okay without using a condom.” you shushed him, pulling him down to kiss you. truthfully that was the last thing on your mind. he smiled against your lips, rocking into you slowly at the perfect pace. you stretched around his cock so deliciously, you couldn’t imagine not having this regularly.

rafe watched every expression on your face, the moonlight illuminating off of your skin in a way that mesmerized him. “you feel so good, y/n.” his eyes screwed shut as you held him against you, his pubic bone hitting your clit with each thrust. “you too,” you whimpered, that same feeling returning as he palmed one of your tits. he took one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder as your hips began meeting his thrusts. rafe whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you squeezed around him, sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“you’re the only girl that interests me. no one else has ever understood or even taken the time to try to understand me.” your eyes met, a look of knowing passing through them. you smiled, your expression changing into one of pleasure as he grazed that sensitive spot inside you. “right there? you like that?” you nodded, your nails raking down his chest. “please don’t stop!” you cried, feeling cock drunk as he lifted your head off of the seat, forcing you to look down where you two were connected.

“you see that? you see how perfectly you take my cock? this pussy was made for me.” the praise with added stimulation on your clit was all you needed before you were cumming around him, your back arching off the seat as your thighs shook violently. “fuck!” you gasped, your head pounding from holding your breath. by the look on rafe’s face and his sloppy thrusts, you knew he was right behind you when it came to finishing. “want you to cum inside me,” you felt feral as you kissed him, your legs locking around his waist. “yeah? want me to fill you up?” you hummed, moving against him faster. rafe cursed, burying his face in your neck as he let out the loudest groan yet.

the best feeling besides rafe making you cum, was his hot cum shooting inside of you, the thick ropes painting your walls as your nails dug into his skin. “o-oh, fuck,” he stuttered, his hips coming to a stop while he panted above you. your eyes could barely open as you looked up at rafe, both of you wearing a fucked out expression. “you okay?” he licked his lips, leaving a kiss on your forehead as he pulled out. “yes,” your legs fell from his upper half, feeling absolutely spent. he collapsed on top of you, his head resting on your chest as you massaged his scalp. “y/n?” rafe’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, “we won’t end up like our parents, we’ll both leave figure eight. together.” you smiled, nodding even though he couldn’t see you.

“i hope so.”

dealer!rafe x rockstar gf!reader who spends their friday nights at the sleezy bar on the cut, playing pool and sharing beers. of course he buys her everything she wants, even adding his card info to her apple pay without her having to ask. rafe still towers over her in her platform boots, loving the way her mini skirts ride up her thighs when she’s dancing. rockstar gf!reader who lets rafe take the reigns when he’s doing a deal so he could look tough, but has him crawling to her when they’re in the bedroom. “baby, please-” he’d beg for her to slide onto him fully, his eyes rolling back once she gives him what he desperately asked for.

dealer!rafe who gives rockstar gf!reader’s friends free weed and blow, but doesn’t let reader do any kind of drugs herself. “you’re just better than them.” he’d tell her while running his fingers through her hair. dealer!rafe who fought barry on multiple occasions for flirting with her and pressuring her to take a hit of his joint. rockstar gf!reader who intimidates any girl who tries to flirt with rafe, her eyes being enough to send anyone running in the opposite direction. rockstar gf!reader who leaves a lip print on rafe’s cheek, and rafe who wears the red kiss mark as an accessory when they’re out.

dealer!rafe x rockstar gf!reader who have matching gold chains with each other’s initial. “gotta let everyone know you’re mine.” rafe whispered as he clasped the dainty chain around her neck. rockstar gf!reader that’s in charge of aux, playing deftones, the cranberries, nirvana, radiohead, and some of rafe’s song requests. dealer!rafe who has a lighter with her name engraved on it. rockstar gf!reader that carries around a digital camera, snapping pictures of rafe any chance she gets. “babe it’s for me only, please smile.” she’d coo, rafe making her give him a kiss before taking his picture.

businessman!rafe x assistant!reader who has to keep their relationship a secret from ward. rafe sends ‘anonymous’ flowers to reader everyday, always telling her how beautiful she looks in her pretty little flats and pants that fit her just right. assistant!reader who gives rafe a lip stick stained coffee cup, which he proudly drinks out of. businessman!rafe who’s cold to everyone except for reader. “how’s my million dollar man doing this morning?” she’d ask while fixing his tie, his hands planted on her hips as he smiled down at her. assistant!reader who leaves rafe dirty notes throughout the day, making him painfully hard and sexually frustrated at the end of the day.

assistant!reader who brings rafe lunch, both of them spending their break together. “how did you know i wanted this?” he’d kiss her on the cheek, wrapping his arms around her waist as she laid out the take out boxes on his desk. “i know you.” was all she’d say before returning his kiss. businessman!rafe who has the color of all his office furniture the same color as reader’s eyes. businessman!rafe and assistant!reader who attend meetings, sharing glances and playing footsies under the table. assistant!reader that leaves her shirt unbuttoned, teasing rafe in the best way possible.

businessman!rafe and assistant!reader who have a lotttt of office sex, especially after hours. assistant!reader giving rafe a blowjob under his desk while he’s on the phone with a client, his fingers tugging at her hair everytime she makes him trip over his words. businessman!rafe who makes sure reader is equipped with all the latest technology, buying her the newest iphone and ipad, even giving her a hefty allowance so she could go shopping on her off days. “you deserve it all.” he’d give her a slap on her ass on her way out the door. of course, later that day she’d model the lingerie she bought just for him.

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨

pairing: dark!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝you’re so art deco, out on the floor. shining like gun metal, cold and unsure.❞ — your attempt to cut things off with rafe only fuels him to come back with a vengeance.

warnings: friends w benefits, rafe is terrible, jealousy, manipulation, arguing at a party, topper kisses you, fighting, rafe ‘breaking’ in your house

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i’m trying to focus on writing less smut but my next few works will be nsfw for sureeee, i hope you enjoy <3 series masterlist

“i have to get going.” you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when rafe started pulling his clothes back on. even though this wasn’t anything new, it didn’t make you feel any better. you watched him, sitting up with the sheets covering your chest. “see you tonight?” he was looping his belt when he sighed. “we’ll see.” he shrugged, not sparing you another glance before leaving you altogether.

your friends would be so disappointed in you right now if you told them that you allowed yourself to go through this again. “you’re so stupid.” you muttered to yourself, quickly making your way to a shower, wanting nothing more than to wash the feeling of him off. you knew rafe would never take you serious, but you liked him so much that if having a no strings attached arrangement was the only way you could have him, you were willing to do just that. you wouldn’t let yourself cry over him, but you did go through the motions each time.

you’d swear you would tell him you didn’t want to do this anymore, but the second he was in your ear, whispering to you all the ways he wanted to take you, you never failed to bend at his will, quite literally. tomorrow would be the first day of spring break, so in your best friend’s fashion, it was only right to throw a complete rager with open invitation. you spent the remainder of your evening getting ready before chloe texted you that she was outside.

“you look insane?! are you serious?” chloe’s jaw hung open as you walked to her car. “this isn’t the y/n i know. what did you do with her?” you laughed, giving your friend a spin. you were wearing a lacey black see through dress, and a matching black set underneath. “good girl is staying in tonight.” you posed as chloe snapped a picture of you. “you look so hot, i love it.” she ushered you into the passenger seat, both of you riding back to her place. “fuck, it’s this packed already?” you got off, the heel of your boots clicking against the cement of her driveway. “just wait till you see inside.” she warned.

sure enough, you were greeted with the sight of at least a hundred people in the living room alone. chloe took your arm with hers, weaving through the crowd of people. you met with some more friends, everyone ogling your outfit since it was a drastic change from what you’d usually wear. “don’t let rafe see you in this.” at the mention of his name, you felt your stomach drop as you looked around towards the kitchen. “has anyone seen him? he’s the last person i want to run into right now.” you accepted the drink one of your friends came back with.

“oh, you don’t have to worry about that, he’s been pretty occupied out on the balcony.” hannah raised her eyebrows, the girls looking at you for your reaction. “occupied?” you took a sip from the red solo cup in your hand. even though you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want him with anyone else either. “topper and kelce are betting a whole bunch of money on a card game, apparently rafe is too.. just with a random sitting on his lap while he does it.” you licked your lips, nodding your head slowly as chloe watched you carefully.

“that’s cute.” without wasting another second, you started walking upstairs, your friends trailing behind you. chloe’s balcony was connected to the master bedroom, the double doors wide open for anyone to come in and out of. your eyes fell on rafe, the blonde draped across his lap was no one you’ve ever seen before. she was most defintely a touron. you walked outside, the guys so into their game that no one looked up from their cards. “hey.” you smiled sweetly at the girl across from you as you did the last thing you thought you’d do tonight, and sat on topper’s lap.

“well you look really good.” you hit his shoulder playfully, meeting rafe’s heated gaze when he did a double take. “aw, thank you ‘top. you wouldn’t mind if i sat here, would you?” you trailed your fingertips across his chest, a teasing smile gracing your lips as you watched how nervous you made him. “o-of course not, maybe you could be my lucky charm.” he showed you his cards, the giant stack of cash in the middle of the table catching your eye. “who’s winning right now?” even though you asked topper directly, rafe answered. “i am.” your head shot in his direction, his hand running up and down the girls thigh. okay..

“i’m sorry, i’ve never seen you around here, like ever,” you laughed, “do you have a name?” the girl looked embarrassed as you gave her a once over, her body visibly tensing the longer you stared at her. “i’m just going to go get another drink.” she got up, leaving rafe by himself as he shot daggers at you. diverting your gaze back to topper’s cards, you whispered in his ear to put down the ace. “that’s the winning card.” you reassured him, moving your hips slightly as you put the card down yourself, rafe following suit. “whoever has the highest gets the green, baby,” kelce leaned forward as you and rafe flipped your cards over. “fuck yeah!” topper shot up from the couch, holding you against him as you cheered.

“five thousand dollars, all yours ‘top.” kelce’s smile dropped as he glanced over at rafe. “let’s go!” before you could pull away, completing your mission to piss rafe off, topper grabbed a handful of your ass before kissing you roughly. “oh, fuck no,” rafe grabbed topper by his shirt, pushing you out of the way as he landed a punch square in his mouth. you sat there dumbfounded as kelce rushed to break them apart. “i don’t give a fuck about a few thousand dollars, keep your hands to yourself or i’ll fucking kill you!” before you could get up, rafe dragged you away by your arm. “leave her alone!” chloe shoved rafe, who didn’t even budge before taking you outside to the front.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he backed you up against one of the cars, his arms caging you in. “you trying to fuck my friends now? that’s what you want, huh?” you turned your head away from where he was grabbing your chin. “don’t touch me.” you swatted his hand away. “sitting on topper’s lap? what’s your fucking problem?” his knees dug into your thighs, your last band of resistance snapping. “you’re my fucking problem!” you pushed his chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

“you tell me that you don’t want a relationship, but then freak out like this? meanwhile you’re still going around doing whoever you want? i hate this rafe! you don’t even look at me afterwards, how do you think that makes me feel?” he stared at you, his jaw ticking as you kept the tears from falling down your face. “this isn’t about you not being able to commit to someone, this is about you keeping me to yourself and having me around only when it benefits you. i’m done.” you didn’t allow him to respond, chloe jogging up to you just in time.

“you okay?” she pushed your hair out of your face. “can you just take me home please?” your best friend didn’t hesitate, walking you down the driveway before yelling; “get the fuck off of my property, asshole!” making you laugh softly. “fuck him. don’t let him have access to you anymore until he proves to you that he can take you serious. you deserve a million times better than that.” once the car door shut, you let the water works loose. after reassuring chloe that you’ll be okay by yourself, she finally let you off the car, not driving off until she watched you go inside.

your phone started chiming with new messages, all of them from rafe.

[10:47 PM] rafe <3: can we please talk about this?

[10:47 PM] rafe <3: that touron came onto me first, alright? you could ask topper.

[10:48 PM] rafe <3: actually, don’t talk to topper at all.

[10:48 PM] rafe <3: y/n i know i fucked up alright, please call me. or at least let me go over, let me make this up to you, let me make you feel good..

you scoffed at the last message. that’s all you were to him, a good fuck. nothing more, nothing less. you blocked his number, deciding to call it a night. you would have to be joining your parents tomorrow for the country club’s annual luncheon, which you were sure rafe would be at as well. you spent the rest of the night regretting your decision to get rafe riled up, topper kissed you for crying out loud. you made a vow to yourself, swearing you’d never do anything outlandish to get anyone’s attention, especially rafe’s.

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“you ignoring me now?” you sucked in a breath, not daring to turn around and face the one man you couldn’t handle to see at the moment. “leave me alone, rafe. seriously.” you walked faster, hoping to reach the main dining room before he yanked you back. “blocking my number and my instagram? i didn’t think you had it in you.” you scoffed, looking up at him as he smiled, shaking his head. “didn’t think i had it in me?” you arched a brow, prying his grip off of your arm.

“come on, y/n,” he looked around, placing a hand on your hip, “we both know no contact isn’t going to work. i’ll show up at your house if i have to.” you didn’t doubt his words for one second, but the fact that he felt this comfortable dismissing your feelings was enough for you to realize what you had to do; tear down his ego. “and why wouldn’t it work? because you wouldn’t have anyone to run to when your daddy makes you cry?” rafe visibly recoiled, his hand moving as if touching you burned him.

“what the fuck did you just say?” his eyes narrowing down at you. “you heard me. it seems like you forgot we were best friends before we started having sex,” you laughed bitterly, “what happened? lost respect for me or something?” not being able to be in his presence for one more second, you left and met your parents at their table. for the rest of the luncheon, you could feel rafe’s gaze piercing through your skin. you knew you struck a chord, but it was all true.

“me and your father will be going to the mainland for the next few days for business, will you be joining us?” your mother’s voice snapped you out of your reverie. “chloe’s only here for a week before she goes back to uni so i’m gonna stay.” she nodded. “alright, i’ll have the driver take you home then, and sweetie,” she leaned in close, “you might want to see what that cameron boy wants, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you sat down.” you glanced up, your stomach dropping at the sight of him. “it’s complicated.” you whispered, you and your mother getting up to leave.

the ride back was quick, your parents letting you know they’ll call you when they get off the ferry. you were about to walk inside before you noticed the door cracked open. what the hell? you turned around to see if your parents were still there, but the car was already gone. you tried to brush it off, going in cautiously. it was still early in the day, the sun still shining brightly overhead. you made your way to the security system, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you saw it had already been reset. “that’s impossible..” you whispered, jumping when you heard a clash come from upstairs.

you stood frozen, debating if you should run out or go check for yourself. the last thing you wanted to do was call the cops and it wasn’t anything to worry about. you cursed to yourself, slowly making your way upstairs. “is someone here?” you called out, opening the room doors and looking them over. obviously you expected no one to answer, but you still felt relieved when you saw that nothing was out of place. that was until you got to your room, where one side of your bed looked like someone had been laying in it.

you ran your hand over the sheets, the soft material still warm. “i told you i was gonna show up to your house if i had to.” your head shot up to your bathroom, rafe leaning against the doorframe. “what are you doing?” your heart was beating in your ears, his gaze making you feel powerless in this situation. “i’ve been a dick to you, i’ll admit that. i’ll apologize for that. i’m sorry, y/n, i really am,” he started moving towards you, “and you know what? you’re right. it is about me wanting to keep you to myself.” rafe a took a seat in front of you. “i want to work on this. i want us to work together, we could really make this a good thing.” you didn’t know you were crying until rafe wiped the tear from your eye.

“you’re lying to me.” you shook your head, pushing his hand away. a flash of hurt passed over rafe’s face. “i wouldn’t lie to you about this. i’m not as cold and unsure as you think i am.” his hands rested on your thighs. “i can’t even put into words how bad i wanted to hurt topper last night when i saw you sitting on him, and when he grabbed you and kissed you? i wouldn’t have stopped punching him if kelce didn’t get in the middle.” you listened, eventually relaxing under his touch. “i will do everything i have to do to prove to you i’m serious about this. about us.” he started moving closer, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“what do you say, baby?” you swallowed, sitting in thought for a moment. this was all you ever wanted from rafe. the sincerity, the reciprocation. “you promise?” your voice was shaky, his eyes softening as he pulled you against his chest. “you have my fucking word.” he whispered against your skin, his hand running up and down your back. you smiled, pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. slowly, he brought his hands up to your shoulders, his fingers running through your hair before you felt him gripping your neck. “as much as i want to take you slow, i have to punish you for saying what you did at the countryclub.” your eyes fluttered shut as rafe laid you down, his knee wedging itself between your thighs.

“say it again.” his hand was still wrapped around your neck as you looked up at him with tear clad eyes. “rafe..” he smiled, the action that usually has your heart melting, now had a shiver running down your spine. “say it.” rafe said through gritted teeth. you shuddered, ultimately giving in. “i told you, you wouldn’t have anyone to run to if your dad made you cry again,” saying it to him after you resolved things just felt cruel now. “and that was very insensitive of me, i’m sorry.” rafe shushed you. “it’s alright.. i’m gonna make you regret opening your mouth at all.”

cowboy!rafe and farmer’s!daughter!reader who are completely smitten by each other when he’s first introduced as the new help by reader’s father. cowboy!rafe who parades around without a shirt, knowing she’s probably lurking nearby. farmer’s!daughter!reader who brings rafe snacks throughout the day as an excuse to talk to him so her father doesn’t suspect anything. cowboy!rafe who picks flowers and leaves them in random spots where he knows reader hangs out at. “i got your sunflower today.” she’d walk past him. “did you get the daisies too?” rafe couldn’t help the smile from forming on his lips when she’d turn around and they’d be tucked in her hair. cowboy!rafe and farmer’s!daughter!reader who would play footsies at the dinner table while reader’s dad rambled on about various topics.

farmer’s daughter!reader sneaking out to the back house where rafe stayed at in nothing but a short nightgown while rafe told her all the crazy stories from when he was on the road looking for work. “i can’t believe you fought three guys at once!” she’d be perched over his nightstand, “you’re a very strong man..” it took all of rafe’s willpower not to take her right there, since he was a true gentleman after all. cowboy!rafe who ties bows on reader’s boots per her request, even though he already taught her how to do it herself. farmer’s daughter!reader who offers her help, which he was always quick to turn down. “just sit and look pretty for me, yeah?” he’d smirk when he saw her cheeks turn red. cowboy!rafe and farmer’s!daughter!reader who started going on rides in the evening time to watch the sun go down.

cowboy!rafe who’d let reader initiate all their heated makeout sessions since he wanted to make sure she was ready first. “my dad is out of town for the next few days..” reader tried to sound as casual as she could, but really her her heart was doing backflips at the prospect of being utterly alone with the cowboy. “yeah, he told me about that.” she watched as rafe wiped the sweat from his forehead. “yeah..” he laughed at her not-so-subtle way of throwing a hint. “we’ll talk about it.” rafe pecked her cheek. of course later that night she found herself underneath him, his hands pinning her thighs down as he pounded into her. “fuck, i can’t believe we waited so long to do this.”

frat!rafe x tutor!reader who are mortal enemies until one day rafe is begging her to help him study for finals. “please. i wouldn’t be here on my knees if i didn’t need this.” she’d pull him up by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to an empty aisle in the library. “fine! just stop. you’re embarrassing me in front of my book club.” she’d scribble down her number, pushing the pink sticky note into his chest before walking away. frat!rafe who pockets a pair of her panties when she brings him to her dorm for the first time. tutor!reader who scolds rafe when he’s too busy flirting with her instead of focusing on his work (she secretly loves it).

frat!rafe x tutor!reader whose study sessions slowly started turning into movie nights and staying up till three in the morning. “i think it’s time for you to let me stay the night.” he’d stretch out on her mattress, his outfit striking a stark contrast to her hyperfeminine bedding. “sure, on the floor you go.” fifteen minutes later, and they found themselves awake in the dark, rafe painfully hard in his boxers while he laid on the fluffy rug next to her bed, and reader sexually frustrated that a man as hot as rafe was in arm’s reach and she couldn’t do anything about it. tutor!reader who started wearing mini skirts, pretending to drop stuff around her dorm in hopes of rafe catching a glimpse of her ass.

frat!rafe who definitely notices the reader’s advances and is struggling everyday not to slut her out the way he so badly wants to. tutor!reader who finally lets rafe play his music, flashing him a fake smile everytime he turned to see if she approved of the future lyrics emitting from her laptop. frat!rafe who stopped going to parties on the weekend so he could stay the night at reader’s dorm instead (yes, he’s still on the floor). tutor!reader who starts feeling sad that finals season is coming to an end, because she thinks rafe will go ghost now that he technically doesn’t need her anymore. frat!rafe who shows up to reader’s dorm, worried but still frustrated since she had been ignoring him for a little bit over a week already. “did i do something wrong? i’m just a little confused here..”

tutor!reader who finds herself bent over rafe’s lap, crying out in both pleasure and pain from his hand delivering harsh smacks to her ass. “don’t you ever ignore me like that again.” rafe would say through gritted teeth. frat!rafe who finally gives in, making her keep on her mini skirt and kitten heels while he fucks her into oblivion. frat!rafe x tutor!reader who both pass their finals with flying colors, and go public with their relationship the very next day. “my girl is beauty and brains, it doesn’t get more better than that.” he’d be admiring her from afar, gushing about her to all his frat bros.

love your blog bby!! i was just thinking about how rafe would react to you being so upset at him when he cancels on y’all’s night in together. you’re like full on pouting as he’s trying to leave. i just know he’s gonna give in like omgggggg

“that’s the third time barry has called.. just answer it.” you pulled away from rafe, your boyfriend pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as he answered the call, putting barry on speaker. “i was in the middle of something, asshole, this better be good.” rafe huffed into the phone. “oooh, give me all the details later.” you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself as barry started speaking again. “but on a serious note, we actually have a problem here..” he trailed off. rafe sighed, “what kind of problem?”

“you know those guys we met up with on the mainland? i was recounting the money they gave us, and there’s five counterfeit bills.” your eyes widened as rafe shot up from the bed, slipping his shirt back on. “‘the fuck you mean there’s five counterfeit bills?! are you sure?” you were quick to put on your robe, following rafe to the living room. “yeah, i’m sure, man. no blue stripe and i used a marker.” rafe cursed under his breath. “i say we go back tonight.” you couldn’t help the pout from forming on your lips, your boyfriend meeting your glistening eyes. “..tonight?” rafe could see right through you, the pleading look on your face pulling on his heartstrings.

“yes, tonight! do you really think they’re gonna stay in town after pulling this shit on us?” you shook your head, trying your hardest to keep rafe home. “alright, i’ll be there.” you deflated, shoulders falling in defeat as he hung up. “rafe..” your voice was small, the sound of his keys making your eyes water. “you’re always with barry! can you be mine just for one night?” you pulled on his arm. rafe turned around, planting a kiss on your temple. “please, baby. i’ll be back before you know it. promise.” before you could object, he walked out the door.

you whimpered, making your way outside as you watched rafe slowly move towards the end of the driveway. “don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back,” he whispered to himself, a groan erupting from his mouth when he glanced in the rear view mirror. there you were, your eyes full of tears, lips all swollen from the intense make out session that occurred before his phone had to ring. he put his foot on the brake, watching the thin material of your robe move freely in the night air. you were always such a good girl for him. everytime he came home, he was greeted with the biggest hug and kiss, your excitement making him feel like he was important; like he was special.

“fuck it.” you smiled, jumping on your toes as he started reversing back in his original spot. rafe decided he was not only going to turn his phone off, but leave it in the truck altogether so he could solely focus on you. he didn’t even get to open the door all the way before you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him while he smiled against your skin. “you’re staying?” you gazed up at him, stroking the underside of his jaw. “yeah, yeah. ‘now go meet me inside, i want you on all fours.”

rafe + breeding kink

warnings: singledad!rafe, older!rafe (maybe like late twenties-early thirties), nanny!reader, rafe’s son calls you mommy, fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, creampie

a/n: breeding kink was so heavily requested omg, i love everyone who left a req for this <3 i definitely went a little overboard lol

“well, that worked like a charm.” rafe smiled down at you and his son who was currently cuddled into your side. “i don’t want to move away from him.” you pouted, running your fingers through the little boy’s hair. you had been doing this weird thing to rafe’s heart everytime he saw you caring for his boy, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

despite having been rafe’s nanny for nearly three years now, you still found yourself getting flustered every time you caught him staring at you. whether it was you folding laundry, or bending over to dust the entertainment center, all those little things were starting to add up into something both of you wouldn’t be able to come back from.

“do you think we could talk?” rafe helped you up from his son’s race car bed, a worried expression overtaking his features. “yeah, of course, is everything alright?” you didn’t miss the way he kept your hand in his, leading both of you downstairs after closing the door to little ray’s room. “yes, i actually wanted to talk about my salary-” rafe was quick to cut in.

“throw me a number and you got it.” he dropped your hand, ushering you to take a seat next to him. you laughed softly, shaking your head. “no, i don’t want more pay; quite the opposite, really.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “you’re not quitting are you?” he heard his heart beating in his ears at your lack of response.

“no, god no!” you placed a hand on his arm, “i’ve been looking for another job because i don’t want to be paid for taking care of ray anymore..” you met his gaze, running your nails against his skin. “why?” rafe couldn’t wrap his head around your words, his eyes darting across your face.

“you know, i’ve been taking care of ray since he was two, and he’s going to be five next week.. i’ve grown so close to him.” you smiled. “caring for him, cooking for him, playing with him, loving him, it isn’t a job for me.” you didn’t realize you were crying until rafe wiped your cheek ever so gently. “you love him?” rafe’s voice was barely above a whisper, his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“i do, rafe. i love him so much.” you sniffled. “he called me mom the other day and i felt terrible ‘cause i bursted into tears on the spot, and he thought he made me sad but i was just overjoyed.” you laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i want you to know that i’m not trying to take the place of his mother, i would never do that..”

rafe knew ray called you mom. it wasn’t too long ago that ray said, ‘mommy made my favorite pancakes!’ when rafe asked him about his day and made his heart damn near stop in his chest when he heard the word fall from his son’s lips. “you’re the closest thing he has to a mother. i don’t even know how to thank you for that.” he leaned in, embracing you tightly.

you two stayed like this for a couple moments before you pulled away, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “i called mrs. anderson to set up a playdate with ray and her son, and do you want to know what she said?” you stifled a laugh as rafe relaxed into the couch. “what?” he admired the way you lit up while talking about ray.

“she said that ray was a little more on the wild side and that it would be in her son’s best interest if they didn’t hang out anymore.” you watched as rafe shrugged. “that little nerd was too boring, anyways.” you gasped, slapping his chest playfully. “rafe!” you whispered, both of you covering your mouths to keep from being too loud.

he quieted down, sighing to himself before looking up at the ceiling, you following suit. “i do worry about that sometimes. i feel like ray needs more of a permanent friend, like a sibling..” he trailed off, glancing at you only to see you were looking at him already. “a sibling?” you raised your eyebrows. “how would you go about that?” you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the smidge of jealousy that settled in the pit of your stomach.

“want me to explain to you how babies are made?” rafe scooted closer, his arm draping over your shoulders. “no need, i’m well aware.” you waved him off. “yeah?” he guided you on top of his lap, both of you looking at each other with dark swirling in your eyes. “tell me, y/n, ‘you ever think about having little ones?” his large hands came up to rub against your thighs.

rafe felt as if he was approaching that line he’s been wanting to cross since the first time he interviewed you all those years ago. “yes.” you let out a shaky breath when you felt rafe’s fingertips move under your blouse. “you would make such a good mother, you’d want that wouldn’t you?” you cupped his face as his lips ghosted over your own.

you moaned once he finally kissed you, both of your clothes coming off before you could have enough time to think. “gonna fill you up and make you have my babies, yeah?” he laid you down on the soft cushions, running the head of his cock between your wet folds. “yes, please.” you mewled, eyes shining with lust as he took your chin between his thumb.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he covered your mouth, muffling the yelp that left your lips when he entered you slowly, your silky walls welcoming him inch by inch. his strokes were slow and full of intention, his arms caging you in while you two shared the kind of kisses that made your head spin. “been wanting you like this for so long.” he cursed under his breath.

you whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as you trailed kisses across his jaw. the intimacy of having his body flush against yours wasn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced, your soft cries driving him on the brink of fucking you senseless. “oh, my god,” you clawed at his skin, making him hiss as he tugged at the roots of your hair to make you look up.

“i can see it already; all three of us going to the beach and rubbing on your round belly, all pretty and pregnant.” rafe picked up his pace, your hips now moving with his to meet his thrusts. “i want that so bad!” you nearly screamed when he started toying with your clit, both of you holding onto one another like your life depended on it.

“jesus, fuck-” his movements came to a halt before he placed your legs on his shoulders, leaning down until your thighs met the cushions underneath you. snaking an arm around your lower back, you gasped when he started lifting you up, fucking you onto his cock so he could reach deeper than before. “r-rafe!” your mouth fell open, eyes blinking slowly.

with one hand still rubbing your clit, and the head of his length continuously hitting your sweet spot, you found yourself approaching the edge of euphoria. rafe can tell by the way you were clenching around him that you were going to cum soon. “hold out a little longer for me, baby. ‘want you to cum when i fill you up.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, hips stuttering once the band in his stomach snapped.

burying his head in the curve of you neck, he moaned against your skin as he stilled, the head of his cock nudging your cervix. you felt the moment he finished, the hot ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt as your thighs started trembling. rafe clamped a hand over your mouth, whispering a ‘let me feel you cum around me.’ before you obliged, your orgasm hitting you in long waves of ecstasy.

you laid helplessly, trying your hardest not to scream at the intense feeling in your tummy, your eyes rolling back as he rubbed a soothing hand on your side. rafe helped you come down from your climax, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your body jolt with every stroke of his fingers against your skin. he stayed nestled inside of you, both of you embracing each other as your breathing slowed, sleep weighing heavy on your eyelids.

“you did so good for me, are you feeling okay?” you blinked up at him, a smile making its way to his lips when he saw the fucked out expression on your face. “mhmm, ‘don’t think i could get up though.” you hissed once he pulled out, watching as he slipped on his pants. “let’s get in the shower, you’re staying here.” he helped you up, putting his large button down over your shoulders.

rafe carried you upstairs, tiptoeing past ray’s room before both of you got in the shower, round two well underway. it wasn’t until you were laying rafe’s bed, adorned in one of his t-shirts that you two heard little ray’s voice outside the door. “daddy? can i come in?” rafe rubbed a reassuring hand on your arm, shouting a ‘yes, son!’ before ray strided inside, running up to you excitedly.

“can i sleep in here, pleaseee,” you embraced him, telling him yes before rafe could get the chance to tell him otherwise. “are you sleeping over?” the little boy peered up at you, wasting no time in settling under the comforter of rafe’s bed. you giggled, flashing rafe a look. “yes, i am.” ray looked over at his father, studying him for a minute.

you watched them have a silent conversation with their eyes, the scene making your heart melt. “goodnight, daddy,” he patted rafe’s chest, “..goodnight, mommy.” he pecked your cheek, the waterworks threatening to spill over at any moment. rafe reached over, taking your hand in his before he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “goodnight.”

rafe + degradation kink

warnings: mean!rafe (barely), pogue!reader, secret relationship, degradation, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, rafe slaps you

“what do you think your dumbass friends would say if they saw you like this, huh? underneath me, taking my cock like the filthy slut that you are?” you whimpered, nails digging into rafe’s skin as his hand came up to wrap around your neck. “so fuckin’ pathetic, you just couldn’t wait ‘til they left you alone.” he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him.

“but that’s what you like, right? you run around causing all kinds of trouble, acting like you hate me but in reality you let me dig you out anytime i want. you’re such a fucking whore.” you couldn’t help but choke back a sob, tears brimming your eyes at the way the head of his cock stroked your sweet spot. rafe had your chest rising and falling, making you gasp for a full breath before knocking it right out of you again.

his thrusts were merciless, his hips slamming into your own with a force that made you tremble and shake. despite being rough, rafe still kissed you gently, whispering an occasional, ‘is my pretty girl okay?’ before continuing his brutal ministrations. “fuck!” you cried out, back arching off of his sheets.

rafe would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him when you acted like he was the worst person in the world while in the presence of your friends, the only way he could get you back for that was being mean to you during sex. “wanna act like i’m insufferable still? you should tell jj how you beg for it, ‘bet he wouldn’t believe you.” rafe laughed, slapping your cheek hard enough to make your head turn in the opposite direction.

your mouth fell open in a silent moan, eyes rolling back as your fingers started working on your clit. rafe cursed at the sight, hooking your thigh around his waist. he knew he could take you deeper in this angle, both of you moaning when you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix. “rafe, please. wanna cum.” he shushed you, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“shut the fuck up. do you really think i’m gonna let you have your way?” he scoffed, “fuck no. i don’t even let good girls get what they want.” your eyes narrowed at the mention of other girls, your hands coming up to push at his chest. “aw, does that bother you? the idea of me fucking other girls like this pisses you off?” you bit the palm of his hand, sending his hand flying back as he glared down at you.

“fuck you.” your chin wobbled, a gasp leaving your lips when he tugged on the roots of your hair. “fuck me?” rafe repeated, “i’m just messin’ calm down.” he leaned down, kissing you softly. “how would you like it if i told you something like that?” rafe shook his head, both of you moaning at a particular stroke of his hips. “i wouldn’t believe you.” he laughed at your irritated expression. “and why is that?” you shot back.

“cause i’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you.”

i loved your pillow fighting drabble so much babes, can i please request another drabble inspired by the priscilla movie? the scene where priscilla and elvis are taking risqué pictures of each other, i feel like rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader would do that with her digital camera lol. tysm! ₊˚ෆ⊹₊ ⋆

warnings: rafe praising you in the filthiest of ways

a/n: i had to link this tiktok bc it’s literally them

“yeah, just like that.” it was taking everything out of rafe not to manhandle you out of your babydoll top, your pretty tits peeking through the sheer material. you waited to change poses between each flash and click of your camera. “should i go low like this?” rafe groaned when you arched your back, your mouth open in a feign moan as if to emulate the way he takes you in doggy style.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, baby..” he marveled, his hand coming down to smack your ass. you smiled, moving your hair out of your face as you took rafe’s finger in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the digit. “fuck.” he snapped the picture before pulling you in for a kiss, capturing the heated moment between you two with a snap!

“okay, okay, your turn!” you started unbuttoning his shirt, biting your lip as you ran your hands up and down his chest. taking the camera from him, you straddled his lap, resting a palm over his clothed erection. “say ‘i have the sexiest girlfriend everrr!’” rafe laughed as you took his picture, his eyes beaming up at you. “m’gonna need a few prints of these for my wallet.”

I NEED ME SOME TRAILERPARK!RAFE SO BAD. #needthat #dreamthat

gotta give credit where it’s due because i can’t stop thinking about this filthy idea after what @islandclubchampagneroom @rafescurtainbangz said 💦🫠 am i messed up for this? or do we want more? 🙈

Trailerpark!Rafe who has lived a rough life and isn’t a very nice man. He’s mean, and real rough. Working shitty odd jobs to pay rent and afford a pack of cigarettes and a case of beer. You catch his eye one day when he strolls into the dingy office to pay what he can for the month. You sit behind the desk all pretty and shit, tits nearly hanging out of the little white sundress you wore. You would glance up at him with big eyes, red sucker between full lips as you couldn’t help but stare at him. You were the sugary sweet and naive daughter of the owner of the park, who had never had boyfriend let alone been touched by a man. Rafe could practically smell the innocence and wanted to ruin you, his blue eyes peering down at you through the hat he wore.

It didn’t take much for you to fall for his tricks either, so sheltered from the outside world and what a bad man he really was. You found him so handsome, not caring if his hands weren’t the cleanest or he smelled like cheap cologne. You couldn’t help but chase after him, following him like a lost puppy around the trailer park. You’d always come by his place, giving him a basket of sweet treats you had made, or asking if you could watch him work on his truck.

Before long he’d invite you inside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he sat back against the torn couch, your gorgeous little self practically humping him like a bitch in heat as his rough digits played with your drooling hole. His veiny forearm would hold you in place across his lap, giving your cunt a firm smack to keep you from squirming as he slid a thick finger in.

“Quit fuckin movin, gotta stretch this pretty lil thing out for my cock, baby doll.” His voice deep and raspy with a nasally southern drawl that only made your cunt clench for more.

smthn w hoodies

h o o d i e s

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: tso i've never written for him and the request is not very specific. y'all are free to request them again w different characters. i haven't really seen anyone in obx wearing hoodies but anyway, here it is requests are open luv, thai

requested- yes

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- none i think-

Rafe found himself in Mr. Bellingham's radar again. he's always been in his radar. but today wasn't a reason he'd believe since you would never do anything of assort with the likes of the Cameron

His best guess was that he had a moment of self reflection in the hallways.

Cameron and you had a very strange relationship, where one or the other would do a 180 when seeing the other's face. just because both of you are childish with their nurturing crushes.

You had no idea what gave you the courage to pull something like that on him, but it's been a while since he's been gawking, why not.

With a pull on Rafe's hand, both of you were in an empty classroom, him against the door in sheer surprise.

You pulled him closer with the fabric of his hoodie over his head with inches between you

who wears a hoodie in this weather?

His faces were tilted as if to kiss you, noses barley apart. you hand trailed down from the hood to the strings and tugged, closing the gap of his lips and yours with the light fabric.

But Rafe Cameron was in it now, his confidence barged in and was ready to devour. he did not bother to undo the knot, nope, he reached his hand under the cloth and pulled it off completely. leaving him shirtless and you probably breathless.

he held the sleeves in his arms and pulled you in by the hoodie. at this point you were closer and looked like a tomato.

he had an eyebrow raised, smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face

is this how you want to play doll?