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rafecameronssl4t · 2 days

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Tell ur girl || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Topper’s new girl being a bitch so you just have to remind her where her place is.

Warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 431

a/n: send me requests pleaseee 🫶

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type shit. She grippin’ all on my balls, I gotta move type shit. Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand new type shit.

You step into the dimly lit space of the party, left hand sporting a red plastic cup, your other holding your purse as you move amidst the chaotic atmosphere. The pulsating bass of Future’s ‘Type Shit’ reverberating through the air, the scent of alcohol and sweat mingles with the thrum of excitement, creating an intoxicating ambiance that electrifies the senses.

You navigate through the crowded room, your gaze fixed on Rafe, sat on one of the couches with a few people around, his presence commanding attention wherever he goes. You catch glimpses of familiar faces—like topper and kelce—their expressions a blend of excitement and indulgence, but your focus remains on Rafe.

He hadn’t noticed you as he was talking to a guy standing behind the couch, but Topper did, and he tapped Rafe on the shoulder and cocked his head to your direction. He watches you as you come closer with that grin you knew all too well. He let his eyes wander down your figure as you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burn up.

Without even setting down your purse or cup, you immediately leaned over to Rafe as his hand rests on your hip, your lips meeting in a kiss. All while this was happening, you could hear Topper ushering the girl beside him to move to his other side. Your eyes move to an unfamiliar girl, her blonde locks cascading around her shoulders as she’s pressed up against your boyfriend’s arm, her expression one of casual indifference.

Your eyes then flicker towards Topper’s hand resting on her thigh. So this must be Top’s new girl, Cassie I think her name was. “Yo Top, tell your girl to move over yeah?” Rafe leans back on the sofa manspreading as his eyes lock with Topper’s behind the blonde girl’s head.

You notice the subtle change of demeanour in Cassie as she looks down at her painted nails. “Babe, just move here,” Topper pats the free space on his other side as she scoffs. “Why should I? I was here first,” she scoffs, glancing at you as she dismissively tosses her hair.

Rafe watches Cassie with a measured gaze, his eyes betraying none of the amusement that flickers in their depths. “Cassie, right?” The blonde blinks up at you, “Could you just please move over? You’ll still be sitting next to Top, what’s your problem?” You assert, your tone firm but composed. Rafe’s lips quirk up in a barely contained smile.

“Nothing,” She shrugs, “I’m just not moving,” she declares defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture of defiance. In your peripheral vision, Topper closes his eyes briefly before letting out a breath, “Cassie, it’s not a big fuckin’ deal, just move and let Y/n sit there.” His tone agitated.

Your patience wears thin at her stubbornness, frustration simmering beneath the surface. With a sigh, you shoot Rafe a pleading look, silently urging him to intervene. But Rafe merely watches the exchange with a hint of amusement, his lips quirking up in a barely concealed smile.

Before you can respond, Rafe’s deep voice slices through the thick tension in the room, calm yet imbued with an unmistakable authority. His eyes lock onto yours, his expression firm but not unkind. “Come on, Cassie. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he says. His words resonate with a weight that leaves no room for argument.

“Fucking forget about it,” your voice cuts through the air as the three of them watch you set down your things on the glass table. Then, without missing a beat, you settle onto Rafe’s lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. Your boot-covered feet find their place on Cassie’s lap, causing her eyes to widen in shock

Topper stifles his laugh as Rafe smirks, his large hand resting on your exposed stomach. Topper’s laughs become audible, drawing a sharp glare from Cassie. “Fuck you all,” she snaps, pushing herself off the couch and shooting you a withering look before stalking off into the crowd.

“Jesus Christ, Top, where are you finding these girls? Bitch island?” You shook your head at him as he rolls his eyes, leaning back on the couch. “Fucked If I know. Maybe I should steer clear of blondes,” Topper grumbles. Rafe snorts, “That’s about the smartest think you’ve said in a long time.”

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strawberrymatchawhore · 1 day

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p power

rafe cameron

“take it from him and i leave him with nothing”

summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother

warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol

you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.

“can you not do that in my room? take this seriously.” john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.

“i dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.”

“i dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.” john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.

“what about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?” you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.

“i love you.. please” he pleads, eyes getting wetter.

“dont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.” you gritted through your teeth.

“i-”

“no, its okay. im done with this shit.” your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.

AT THE PARTY

you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.

you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.

“what are you doing here ?” you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.

“oh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?” you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.

oh shit

“the fuck are you doing bro? chill.” john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.

“you feel good about yourself ??” rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.

this is what he deserves

sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.

oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.

“looks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handful” john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.

“you like that shit johnny ? huh ?” he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.

“sarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.” you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.

……..

“jeez rafe you really fucked him up…” you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.

“yeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-” rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.

“fuck im sorry.” your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.

“nah don’t apologize.. just kiss me back” rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.

"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.

"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.

your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.

"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.

"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.

the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.

"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.

"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.

"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.

you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.

"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.

"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.

he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.

“rafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.

"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.

"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.

"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.

"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.

the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.

"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.

"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.

"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.

"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.

"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.

"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."

"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.

"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.

rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.

"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.

"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"

"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.

"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.

"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.

"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.

"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.

"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.

"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.

"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.

rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?

*attached video*

"shes busy rn bro"

5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.

why is he spam texting me?

"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.

"whats the fuck is this rafe?!"

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obaex · 3 days

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rafe, a drug addicted murderer who has barely had a single romantic experience in canon: *exists*

the fandom: there he is, the heartthrob of kildare island

#but its true!#rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #look at him!#a heartthrob!#a softie!

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lizardwritess · 2 days

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you belong with me

pairings: bsf!rafe cameron x kook!fem!reader

summary: rafe just cant see he belongs with you. ( about 1.2k words! )

warnings: cussing. sofia being a bit of a bitch. cringy.

trope: bestfriends to lovers. ;)

a/n: i came up with this idea while listening ❝ you belong with me ❞ by taylor swift. please tell me if theres anyone with this similar post already posted so i can give them credit. if you come along any grammar errors, PLEASE TELL ME. english is not my first language so please be kind. enjoy reading! <3

❝ you’re on the phone with your girlfriend shes upset, shes going on about something that u said. ❞

you sat next to rafe, listening in to him and sofias phonecall. "i didn't fucking call you a bitch sofia, are you trying to break up with me.. gaslight me?" he shouts so sofia on the other side of the phone. "of course you didn’t, why would my best friend lie to me? she saw you and y/n in the country club talking about me." she yells back over the speaker. "maybe she would lie because she's in love with rafe.." you mumble under your breathe. "bye sofia, im sick of this." rafe said, and hung up the phone.

❝ im in my room, its a typical tuesday night. im listening to the kind of music she doesn't like. ❞

you and rafe are sitting in your room. listening to something that rafe had put on. "so.. how is it going with you and sofia?" you ask rafe, who is laying on the edge of your bed. "if im goin' to be honest, i might break up with her. she keeps messin with my head." he tells you while switching the music, something what sofia would hate. this got your attention, since you’ve liked rafe for a long time now. scared to confess to your feelings. "really?" you ask. "yeah, might do it this week or next."

❝ cause, she wears short skirts. i wear t-shirts. she's cheer captain and im on the bleachers. ❞

you were sat on your bed in your oversized t-shirt, you stole from rafe. you have been scrolling for ages on instagram. you saw a post of sofias, her in a short cheer uniform. before you could swipe to the next picture you get a call from rafe, you pick up. "yes, rafe?" you say in a tired voice. "come on my boat tomorrow, me topper and kelce. sofia doesnt want to come, shes still mad at me for some reason. oh and make sure to wear that pink bikini." after that, he hung up.

❝ dreaming 'bout the day you will wake up and find. that what you are looking for has been here the whole time. ❞

so there you were, talking with rafe about the break up with sofia. its been 3 weeks since he broke up with her. and she cant seem to leave you alone. "rafe, i don't know what to do. she won’t leave me alone." you say to him with annoyance in your tone. "ill ask topper or kelce to fake date me or something." you tell him with a groan. rafe jaw clenches. "or just fake date, me." he mutters under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. "what was that?" you say a bit flustered. "nothing.." he tells you. but you don't believe it.

❝ walk in the streets with you and your worn out jeans. i can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself "hey, isn't this easyyy?" ❞

you walked beside rafe, shopping for some new jeans. with all that money you think rafe ever buys jeans? well if you do then you are wrong. he fell with his motorcycle a couple days ago, and hes still wearing the jeans. they're all worn out but he wont buy new ones, so you forced him to shop with you. "what about these?" you show him a pair of khaki shorts from ralph lauren. "yeah, i think they well do." he says to u with a small smile. "alright." you say and walk over too check out. a

fter the shopping trip, you find yourself on a park bench sitting besides rafe, eating ice cream. "uhm y/n, you got some ice cream there." he pointed at your face. "here?" you ask while wiping it with ur thumb. "no, just there. wait." he swipes his thumb over your upper lip, where the ice cream is. and licks it off his thumb. you eyes widen, and a blush creeps up on your cheeks.

❝ and you've got a smile that can light up this whole town, i haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down. you say you're fine, I know you better than that hey, what you doing with a girl like that? ❞

since rafe and sofia broke up, he hasnt been the same. hes been a bit colder, and doesnt go out as much. he only does when you force him. and how you missed that smile of his, and how his dimples come out when he does.

you sit in the living room of tanneyhill, rafe close next to you. knees touching. you lay your head on his shoulder. "are you okay?" you ask rafe with a concerned tone. "yeah, im fine." he says with a cold tone. "what did you see in sofia anyway, you deserve better then her.." this got his attention, were you implying that you were better? only if you knew that rafe has liked you for ages, thats the main reason he broke up with sofia. but he would never tell you that. "like, who?" he asks in a teasing tone. you blush a bit, but still force yourself to look at him. "like me rafe, ive liked you for ages, and i cant keep seeing you with other girls. you couldnt see it, but sofia treated you like shit. but i wasnt going to tell you that." you ramble, embarrassed by yourself. "i have to go." you leap off the couch and sprint to the door, into your car. and you drive away, leaving rafe confused.

❝ if you could see that I'm the one who understands you. been here all along, so why can't you see? you belong with me. ❞

you’ve been ignoring rafe ever since your confession, scared of what he would say when he would see you. it's all working out until one day at the beach, you were sitting on your towel. with your best friend bianca next to you. looking at your group of friends in the water. everything is going perfectly, you havent seen rafe here yet. until you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see nobody else then the person you didnt want to see. rafe.

you stand up, looking at your feet, a bit embarrassed. he grabs ur chin, forcing you to look at him. when you do, you see him looking down at you with his perfect blue eyes. you look down at his lips for a second, and before you can look up you feel his lips on yours. he pulls away. "have you ever thought just maybe? you belong with me." you tell him. "im not sure what to say, but id like for you to be my girlfriend." he says. "uhm, if you'd want to." he says with laugh. "i'd like that." you say with a lopsided smile.

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billwidoll · 2 days

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Why? What?

Summary: Rafe was always in love with you, but he didn't want to show his feelings, but then Topper ended up taking what was his.

Warnings: Cheating, Unprotected sex, explicit speech

Author's Notes: Horned Topper 🐂

The first time Rafe saw you, you were on the beach playing with small turtles. He thought the first impression was useless, but then he analyzed it and realized that you were an angel of a person, You smiled sweetly, played like a cute child and had wonderful skin.

And Rafe managed to get closer to you, he managed to become friends with you. And little did you know Rafe's intentions. But Rafe was afraid to express his true feelings, so he needed more time to understand that feeling called Love.

But Rafe unfortunately went too slowly, Topper, your best friend, ended up taking what was "his" when you started dating, which made Rafe surprised. He knew Topper hit on But I didn't know that you get all his pick-up lines.

But now they were there, You Topper and Rafe were at a table, talking about various legal topics, but Topper only knew how to whisper inappropriate things in your ear. And it was killing Rafe

"Can you two stop?" Rafe talks about being stressed and he was very jealous

"What's up man? She's my girlfriend" Topper says, running his disgusting hands over your body and it makes you uncomfortable

And Rafe noticed this and immediately questioned him

"And she's your girlfriend, not your whore!" Rafe speaks taking the tone of his voice with Topper and that makes you a little Concerned

"Are you crazy, Rafe? I'll do whatever I want in my relationship" Topper says, finally letting you go and raising his voice to Rafe too

"I think you better keep to your Thompson!" Rafe speaks, getting up on the table and already prepared for a fight with Topper.

You enter in front of the two, after you already knew what would happen

“Y/N get out of my sight!” Topper shouts at you

"Don't tell her what she should or shouldn't do!" Rafe counters by heading towards

"YOU TWO ARE HERE! Topper, I'm fine, okay?" You say holding your boyfriend's hand

"what will you do?" Topper asks already shut up

"I'm leaving! And you're going home" you say, taking your coat

"Okay, I'll get the car keys" Topper says looking for the keys

"no Topper! I'm not going with you! This dinner just showed how disgusting you are and Chernoboy" you say leaving him confused and Rafe surprised

"Rafe...mind if I go home to wash?" You ask "innocently" and you see Rafe's huge smile growing on his face

"and Of Course Babyboo" Rafe says he's proud of making Topper mad and happy to finally have the opportunity to try something with you

"That's good... Topper, I'll call you later, okay?' you say leaving the restaurant with

You and Rafe walk towards Rafe's car and get in. You were left in an awkward silence on the way home and Rafe knew he needed to express his love for you. Even though it was hard for Topper

“What music do you like Y/n?” Rafe asks trying to start a conversation

"well...I like the Beatles, I know they're a pretty old band...but I love them." y/n speaks answering Rafe's question

"Beatles? They're really amazing, want me to put some of their songs on the radio?" Rafe asks, already starting a cool topic to talk about.

"Yes, Could you put "Yesterday?" You say smiling to Rafe and it didn't take long for Rafe to put on the music

"why?" Rafe asks making you hiss in confusion.

"what?" You ask Rafe innocently.

"Why Topper? Why did you have to fall in love with him right away?" Rafe asks, stopping the car in the middle of a dark, foggy road.

"I'm not literally in love with Topper...I like him" you say a little uncomfortable because Rafe stopped on the road

"So why are you with him? You should be with someone who values you" Rafe says and you finally look at him

"Sorry Rafe...but I'm really good at taking care of myself, okay? And why are you so interested in this?" You talk a little ruder to Rafe.

"Okay! Go! Look like you don't value yourself in any way!" Rafe screams and slams his hands on the car's rolling stock.

"Screw you Cameron!" You shout and open the car door to leave in the middle of nowhere

“y/n stop!” Rafe says getting out of the car too and following you "Where the fuck are you going?" Rafe says, following you down the deserted and foggy street

"to a place where asshole boys leave me alone!" You say finally stopping and looking at him.

"You want to know something? I love you! I love you when you smile, I love you when you get embarrassed about something, I love your way of liking old and outdated magic..."

Rafe simply explodes, he was tired of guarding that strong feeling he felt for you. He just wanted to know the scent of your breath and the soft touches of your lips

"why?" You ask with a shaky voice.

"what?" Rafe speaks confused once again

"Why don't you just kiss me, you fucking idiot?" You say approaching Rafe and grabbing his neck and finally kissing him

The kiss had desire, love, passion, betrayal, lack, affection, this kiss brought good and bad emotions

You stop to breathe and look at each other carefully, look at each other to the depths of your souls

"What do you think about having sex in your car?" Rafe says smiling and it makes you laugh

"I think it's a great idea, but what about Topper?" You talk to Rafe

"Break up with him, because now you're going to be mine....y/n Cameron"

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aikaterini-drag · 2 days

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The Sweetest Surprise PART 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rafe returns from work and you have a sweet surprise for him.

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+, lots of fluff and sweet moments, pregnancy announcement, shameless smut. Enjoy!!

This is belongs to the ‘Loving You Series’. Find it here.

At first you thought the tiredness and anxiety were due to the wedding preparations and your busy schedule at the museum. With only five months until your wedding to Rafe, the things you had to do daily were overwhelming. The only thing that made you calm down was Rafe.

But for the past ten days, you’d felt more unwell than usual. Sometimes you were lightheaded, and some scents seemed to turn your stomach. Just that morning, the nausea was so bad you had to leave work early. You went straight to the pharmacy, bought a dozen pregnancy tests and rushed home.

A while later, you were pacing back and forth, your heart pounding as you stared at the two lines on the pregnancy stick. Positive. The moment had finally arrived. You and Rafe had done it. You were pregnant! Joy and a little anxiety bubbled within you as you thought about how to tell him. He wanted a baby just as much as you, and you wanted the reveal to be perfect.

After a lot of pondering, you decided to surprise him that evening once he came back home from the company. Getting busy, you cooked his favorite meal, set the table and prepared for a cozy and intimate night in. By 8 pm, the table was ready, the delicious scent of homemade lasagna filling the air. You hid the neatly wrapped gift box into the a cabinet and fumbled with your hands, nervously waiting.

When you heard the door unlocking, you went to greet him, you whole being vibrating with excitement. Rafe closed the door, locked it, and opened his arms. You ran into his embrace, and he encased you protectively, lifting you off the ground for a few seconds. His natural scent teased your nose, dark and musky, it didn’t bother your sensitive stomach.

“Someone missed me more than usual,” he said before bending down to claim your lips.

“Hmm, missed you,” you muttered in between wet kisses.

“Something smells amazing.”

“I made your favorite,” you replied as casually as possible. “Why don’t you wash up and join me? Dinner’s almost ready.”

You shifted away to check on the food but he grabbed your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You wore a flowery mini dress that hugged your breasts and showed off your collarbones. Rafe seemed highly affected by it. His hands traced your hips, waist and the outline of your breasts before stopping at your shoulders.

“You wore my favorite dress,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “You know what that does to me.”

“You will be a good boy and wait.”

“Babe.” His breath was warm against your neck as he whispered, “It’s hard enough for me to keep my hands off you, especially when you wear this dress.”

You flushed but managed to slip out of his hold, smiling playfully. “Dinner first. Pussy later.”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill through you. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“And don’t you love it,” you teased as you strolled back to the kitchen. Rafe followed after you, smacking your bum lightly before making his way to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, he was fresh out of the shower with his short hair still damp. He had changed into black trousers and a loose white shirt that he left partially unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of his sculpted chest. He sauntered over to you and hugged you from behind as you served the meal. You smiled and breathed in his clean masculine scent.

“Missed you, love.” He kissed the side of your neck. “I’m starving.”

“Everything’s ready.”

You sat down and enjoyed your dinner. Rafe talked about his day at work, then just watched you with a hungry look in his eyes. You ate a little, but with his probing, you finished your plate. He nursed a glass of wine—you had juice and that made him flinch for a moment.

“Something’s different today. What is it?” His eyes settled on you, warm and appraising.

You stiffened a little. He always read you like an open book. You smiled and decided it was the right time so you took out the gift box, setting it in front of him on the table.

“This is for you, baby. Open it,” you said, your heart racing.

Rafe stared at your with widened eyes. He muttered a husky “Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is” while he untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. He exhaled in gratitude as he pulled out the pregnancy stick. He looked up at you, his eyes so full of love and adoration.

“Yes, yes yes!!” he shouted, jumping up from his chair so quickly that it fell over. He reached you in an instant, lifting you into his arms and squeezing you tightly.

You clutched him, tears of happiness in your eyes. “Yes, we’re going to have a baby.”

“Oh my God, baby, we’re having a baby!” He set you on your feet and kissed you deeply, tears of joy rolling down his eyes. You wiped them, but realized you were also crying, even harder than he.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, beautiful,” he said gently as he kissed your tears away. “Don’t cry, please I can’t take it.”

“Happy tears.” You sniffled, smiling through your tears. He kissed you softly, peppering touches until you’d stopped crying.

“We’re in this together, okay? You and me.” He framed your flushed face and kissed the top of your red nose. “No more crying, alright? I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, your heart swelling with joy.

Kneeling, he lifted the hem of your dress and kissed your still-flat stomach tenderly. “My precious baby is carrying my baby.”

“I am,” you laughed, shivering at the feel of him against your skin.

He pressed his cheek to your soft belly. “Hey there, little one. I’m your daddy,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to meet you. Stay safe and help me take care of your mommy, hm?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, ready to cry again at the tenderness of the moment.

“Rafe, I’m so happy,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

He stood up and pulled you close, his eyes bright with mischief. “Not as much as I. I finally made it happen,” he said, a triumphant grin on his face. “I knocked you up.”

You laughed. “I never doubted you would. You’ve been so determined.”

He slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and kissed your collarbones. “I can’t wait until you’re showing. I want everyone to see that bump and know you’re carrying my seed.”

“You’re impossibly obsessed.”

He nodded, unabashed. “I am. I’m a slut for you. And for your pussy, your breasts, and your pert little ass. Actually, I fucking worship all of you.”

His words awakened a warm flush through you. “I’ll have you know I’m just as crazy about you.”

He kissed the tops of your breasts, his hands roaming your body. “Well, I can say for sure I’m even crazier.”

“And excited,” you added, sliding your hand down the front of his pants. He was fully erect in your palm, his balls swollen.

“You always make me excited. Even when you’re not with me, just thinking about fucking you gets me hard. And now that you’re pregnant, I’m gonna be in a constant state of hardness for you.”

“Poor baby.” You gave his crotch a gentle squeeze, making him groan. “I can take care of it.”

Growling his approval, he unbuckled his belt and stripped down his trousers and boxers until they pooled at his ankles. You were planning to take him in your mouth, but he sat down and pulled you to straddle him, your legs on either side of his thighs.

“Not fair,“ you pouted, reaching down to pump his cock slowly, feeling the veiny skin against your palms. “I want to suck you.”

“I know, babe…hmmm,” he groaned as you rubbed his ballsack. “Later, perhaps. Now all I can think of is burying myself deep into your warm little cunt.”

You shook your head defiantly, deciding to keep jacking him and running your thumb over the trickle of pre-cum at the head.

“Naughty baby,” he grumbled as he let you have your way— for now —while he worked to remove your clothes. He slipped off your dress and growled at the sight of your tits. Plump and high, they looked delicious enough to eat and he did just that, putting his warm mouth around each rosy nipple. He cupped the underside of your smooth mounds and jutted them up toward his lips.

Choked moans left you as you wiggled shamelessly on his lap, begging him to keep going. Rafe whisked one nipple with his tongue, smiled, then moved to the other. Your hands pumped his shaft weakly, the stimulation was too much, and quickly got out of hand when you heard the sound of your underwear ripping.

“Rafe!” you meant to sound angry but a long moan escaped you when he cupped your pussy.

“What?” he asked sweetly.

“Nnnngh…” you could only whimper as his fingers rubbed your slit, slicking up his fingers in your abundant wetness.

“Such a good girl for me, dripping for me,” he praised, gently probing with two thick fingers. The digits entered you with great care, sliding deep and curving inside you.

“Yesssss,” you clutched his shoulders, realized he still wore his shirt so you impatiently tugged it off. Satisfied, you raked your fingers over his strong chest and broad shoulders.

Rafe fucked you with his fingers while his mouth feasted on your nipples, his wet tongue suckling and circling each tip. Your chest was rosy and marked with his touches and you arched frantically against him, your stomach quivering. Your release hit you so hard that you wanted to scream, but you bit your lips to keep the noise down.

Noticing, Rafe slapped your clit lightly. “Don’t you dare hide your moans from me. I want to hear you.”

You winced, trembling with aftershocks as he kept his fingers inside you and added the gentle pressure of his thumb against your clit. He went back down on your tits, licking the curve and around the flushed areolas.

“Please, fill me up,” you whined, panting heavily. “Inside, deep, come on!”

Smiling against your skin, he grabbed your hips and stood up with you in his arms. You locked your hands at his nape as he pushed you against the wall. You felt one hand cradling your back, protecting you from the hard surface, the other cupping your ass.

“Whatever my goddess wants, my goddess gets.”

You felt the blunt tip at the entrance of your pussy, slowly pressing into you, your walls stretching around the incredible thickness. Pleasurable chills travelled through your body and you wrapped your legs around him, moaning as you felt every inch of him invade you. Rafe lowered you down his cock, your pussy accepting him inside to the hilt.

He groaned and held himself still. “Fuck, your pussy is heaven.”

“More,” you clutched him for dear life needing him close. It was too much yet not enough.

“Easy.” His thick cock pulsed inside you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay, Rafe. I promise.”

“We have to be careful from now on,” he said casually as if he wasn’t buried balls-deep inside you. “First thing tomorrow, we’re going to the doctor. I want to make sure you and the baby have the best care.”

“Fine, daddy, now fuck me, please?” Your voice a was playful whisper.

His eyes darkened. “Want my dick so bad, baby?”

“Hmm… want this fucking big cock that knocked me up.”

And that did the trick. He fucked you with a passion that turned you into a sobbing, blubbering mess. His cock was drenched in your juices, both of you panting for air. Thrusting in and out of you steadily, you rocked with force and pulled his head for purchase. Your nipples rubbed against his chest, tits squeezed delightfully until he decided he wanted a view, so he leaned back and watched as your tits heaved with each thrust.

“Gonna…ngh... gonna—"

“Let go baby, I've got you," he drawled. “Cum, baby. Cum all over my dick.”

At his command, your pussy clenched, pleasure making you frantic. You wrapped yourself around him, your teeth grazing his collarbone as you rode your high. He kept fucking you through it and with a bellow, pushed as deep as he could go and let go, spurting thick white streaks inside you. You milked him dry, your breath rugged against his neck.

Several long minutes later, you felt him push from the wall and make his way to the bedroom.

“Rafe..." you muttered as he walked with his raging cock pulsing inside you. You clung to him, letting out a series of soft whimpers.

Rubbing your back comfortingly, he sat at the edge of the bed. "All good?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours.

"Yes, my love," you smiled, running your hand through his hair. “Want you to fuck me again.”

He chuckled darkly. “Such a filthy word from such a lovely mouth.”

“Want to suck you, too.” You smiled when his thumb trailed your lips and, eagerly, you took it in your mouth.

“Damn… I’m yours, baby. I’ll do anything you want.”

“I’m at my happiest,” you grinned, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Not as happy as you’ve made me, baby. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, you rock my world.”

“And your cock.”

“And that.” He gave a shallow push to remind you that he was still deep inside you. “I’ll take care of you.”

You grinned. “Not if I take care of you first.”

Next part will be something fluffy that gives depth to their relationship. Stay tuned.

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vampyshlut · 3 days

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#rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe imagine #drew starkey #drewstarkey smut #drewstarkey #drew starkey smut

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stargirlinterludefr · 1 day

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JJ MAYBANK’s OLDER SISTER

TW: mentions of abuse, luke maybank, mentions of drugs (weed)

90s streetwear, bandanas with backwards caps, wired headphones placed messily over her ears or looped around her neck, denim jorts with tight tops, dirty second hand adidas shoes & combat boots, messy untamed hair, loves pop music, mismatched nail varnish is her jam, freckles darted across her face, bikini tan lines, bikinis also under every fit, skateboard constantly looped under her arm, is a biker, ring clad hands, bracelets given to her by kiara, baggy t-shirts she stole from jj & john b, hates the police, always has a pre rolled joint, spongebob grinder, has a wallet with a photo of her and the pogues inside, loves to surf, is a pro at keg stands, always up to fight a kook, street & book smart, huge film nerd, hates shouting, pope is arguably her closest friend (JB is dubbed her second brother), takes the brunt of luke’s beatings because she wont let him touch her little brother, very protective sister, favourite colour is orange

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amandabbbbb · 2 days

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it’s friday $luts!!!

you know what that means

reading rafe fics all night long😳😌

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jjmaybankswifeyx · 3 days

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bsf rafe - (no not copy my work)

bsf rafe- who would get angry when you go out with boys.

bsf rafe- who beats jj up for looking at you.

bsf rafe- who took your virginity because “that’s what bestfriends do”.

bsf rafe- who is such a simp for you behind closed doors.

bsf rafe- buys you anything you want, whenever you want.

bsf rafe- who spanks you whenever you have attitude with him.

bsf rafe- who teases you at party’s then fucks you in the back of his truck.

bsf rafe- who eats you out to shut you up.

bsf rafe- who gets angry when you hang around with the pogues.

bsf rafe- who you tease with your bikinis and short shorts and crop tops while he sits there with a bulge staring at you.

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sorry if i haven’t posted in a while i’ve been busy with work ❤️

i’m severely high rn so don’t judge

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rafecamerons-whore · 3 days

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Shy!gf!reader x dealer!rafe where he sometimes brings her with him and she just sits on his lap with her head tucked in his neck when she gets shy watching them. Maybe even asking Rafe to try some coke after watching him snort some between deals!!!

Can’t wait to read your works!

First request, thank you bby!!!

Rafe would sometimes bring you to his deals, like today. He said to you before he started. “If you be a good girl and sit on my lap I won’t tease you tonight.” So that’s what you’re doing. You’ve been sitting in his lap, tucking your head in his neck sometimes when you’d randomly get shy watching them deal the coke. Rafe shocked everyone when he got a shy girl like you, expecting him to get someone like him who’s a party animal and loves beer and coke. You watch as Rafe makes a line a cock and snorts it. You watch him and get curious. “Can I try?” You asked him looking as he breathed deeply through his nose. “You wanna try pretty girl?” He asked and you just nod. He dabs some of the left overs from his line into his finger. “Open.” He said as he lifted the finger to your mouth and you obligated opening your mouth. He then takes his finger and rubs it on your gums. When he’s done you close you mouth and run your tongue over where he rubbed it. “You like it baby?” He asked rubbing your thigh. You just nod your head and tuck your head in his neck getting shy again.

Send me rafe💋

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rafecameronssl4t · 2 days

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day out on rafe’s yacht and reader cheekily flashes her tits at him when shes sunbathing ;)

Yacht day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

MASTERLIST

As the Charleston sun dances across the tranquil waters, you and Rafe set sail aboard his yacht. With your bikini on, you bask in the warmth of the lower deck, feeling the gentle caress of the sea breeze against your skin.

From his vantage point on the top deck, a freshly buzzed Rafe gazes down at you, a drink in hand, his eyes wandering up and down your figure that he truly believed was sculpted by the Gods. Unable to resist, he lets out a wolf whistle, his playful gesture eliciting a giggle from your lips.

Feeling mischievous, you decide to tease him. With a playful smirk, you flash him a quick glimpse of your tits, the warm sun accentuating your daring move. His eyes widen in surprise, “Shiiiiiittt” (I can just hear it 😭) before a delighted grin spreads across his face, “Oh you’re getting it right now babe,” He hollers as you laugh out loud.

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rafeyssangel · 21 hours

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hi hi. I loved ur new works, i was wondering if u did stepcest or best friends das?

if so can u do either step!dad!rafe where he's known her for a week and her mother went on a girl's trip or something, so you know (smut smut smut)

ORRRRRR

reader went out side where her bestfriends dad, rafe, is out by the pool because her friend fell asleep so reader snuck outside to see shirtless rafe

JUST THE BESTFRIENDS DAD / r. cameron

answer: i'm not totally familiar with stepcest, much less comfortable with it - i'd have to do more research about it (r.i.p my search history) for me to actually write about it in the future

warnings: cheating, mentions of cheating, smut, fingering, pool sex (don't do this or cheat), public sex, p in v, getting caught

wc: 1.0k

you were spending the night at your friends place, both of you were nineteen. your friend had been stolen into the arms of slumber, so you went outside by the pool for a swim. it must’ve been like ten pm, because nobody else was moving in the house.

when you stepped outside, you saw rafe—your friends dad. nervously, you clear you throat “ahem.”

rafe’s eyes shot to you, looking away from his phone “what’re you doing out here, kid? ava’s in the house.”

“i know, she’s asleep so i just came outside.” you muttered to yourself.

rafe just nodded “so you gon’ swim?” he shut off his phone, making a lump form in your throat.

he sat up fully from the sunbed as you nodded. “want company?” he said, hoping you would only see the totally innocent intentions, despite there being other intentions.

“isn’t that inappropriate? don’t you have a wife?” you said timidly, picking at your fingers.

rafe shook his head, “it’s not like ‘m asking you to sleep with me.” he stood up, he had like a good foot over you, making him tower over you. “just a swim.”

hesitatingly you nodded, sliding off your jean shorts. you bikini was a bit to small, showing off your curves more than it would've if would if they fit. rafe let out a whistle, making you flustered "mr. cameron.. that's not appropriate-"

"okay? it's just me and you." rafe jumped into the pool, as he came back up he gestured for you to come to him.

you hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the situation settle over you. rafe's eyes, even in the dim light, held a glimmer that made you uneasy. but the allure of the cool water was tempting, especially after the warm day.

you slid off your tank top, leaving you in just your bikini. taking a deep breath, you stepped to the edge of the pool. rafe watched you intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips. with a small splash, you jumped in, the water enveloping you in its refreshing embrace.

as you surfaced, rafe was already close by, his presence dominating the space. "see? just a swim," he said with a casual shrug, though his gaze lingered a bit too long.

you nodded, trying to relax. "yeah, just a swim," you echoed, forcing a smile.

the two of you swam in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being the gentle splashes and the distant hum of crickets. rafe was surprisingly agile in the water, moving with a confidence that made you feel self-conscious.

eventually, he spoke again, his voice low. "you know, you're a lot more grown-up than i remember," he said, his eyes scanning your face.

you felt your cheeks flush, not sure how to respond. "thanks, i guess," you mumbled, looking away.

rafe swam closer, his proximity making your heart race. "i mean it," he said softly. "you're a beautiful young woman."

you swallowed hard, feeling the tension in the air thicken. "i should probably go back inside," you said quickly, turning to swim towards the ladder.

before you could reach it, rafe's hand gently grabbed your wrist. "hey, don't go just yet," he said, his grip firm but not painful. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

you looked back at him, unsure of what to say. his expression was sincere, but there was still that underlying intensity that made you uneasy. "i just… i don't think this is a good idea," you said quietly.

"it's a innocent swim with a innocent comment." rafe pointed out, slowly wrapping his fingers on your jaw "is princess thinking dirty thoughts? i bet your little outfits ruined for thinking sluty little thoughts."

your head tried to jerk away, but he wouldn't let you. "where you going? i'm not done." rafe shook his head, his free hand slipping to your waist "just keep being a slut, i'll treat you like one. understand me?"

you nodded softly, your bottom lip sagging as you give a mock-pout "i jus' don wanna' mess up your marriage."

"don't worry about that. i caught her cheating, just think of it as revenge. but we both want it." rafe placed his hands on both sides of the pool, caging you in. his finger looped the noodle string that was holding your bikini together. his finger twitched slightly as he un-did the bikini bottom. he pulled your bottoms away from you, setting them on the side of the pool.

he tugged his swim shorts away from his body, pulling your legs around his torso. "ray.." you whispered, "it's so.. so.." you where mesmerized by his cock that was large, covered in pre-cum, the water lasped over your bodies.

"it's so what? finish the sentence babygirl." rafe hissed, his finger teasing your pulsating clit. he slide his thick finger inside of you, making you let out a whine. as your head rolled back, his finger teasingly slide out of you before forcing it back into your clit.

your head rolls back with a smack against the concrete “ray!” you shouted as he guided you in and out your high.

“yeah, baby?” he replied snarky. “you think you your nice and stretched out?”

as you nodded “m-mhm, ray. i- i— i need you.” you mumbled, the rest coming out incoherently. without warning, he pounds into your tiny little cunt, making you mewl “ray, slow— slow down!”

rafe shook his head “no, i’d never cum if i went slow, you do want my baby don’t you?” his hands pulled at your disheveled hair, making you whine and mewl as you tense around his cock.

“fu-fuck. you tryna’ chop my dick off?” rafe groaned, his head rolling onto your shoulder as he bullied his way into your pussy.

as he reached his high, you followed suit. your chest heaved in harmony “best pussy I got in a while.”

you nodded tiredly; letting out a whine as he pulled out of you, picking you up out of the pool, sitting you on the edge, “don’t waste a drop of my cum, understand?” his finger swiped down your folds, collecting his cum before pushing it into your mouth “you like that, better than that popsicle early?” you let out a soft whine, sucking on his fingers.

“d-dad?” ava’s voice rang as she dropped her phone. “y/n?” her phone shattered against the concrete, hurt covering her expression.

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ahhnini · 1 day

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so high school - rafe cameron x afab! reader blurb

warnings - fluff

word count: 278

“truth, dare, spin bottles, you know how to ball I know aristotle”

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

you sat in the golf cart, clutching your book tightly as you watched your boyfriend of one year, rafe, golf with his friends topper and kelce. it was a breezy but warm summer day, and you thanked the heavens that you had worn a skort.

as much as you loved hanging out with rafe, you can’t help but feel boredom looming over you. it was a nice gesture to invite you to golf, but unfortunately you don’t play as much as they do. as the friend group continue throughout the course, the bright green grass and sunny skies provided nice scenery for you to prop open your book and begin reading.

your relationship with rafe was picture perfect, him always surprising and spoiling you with gifts, carrying your bags, and him helping you build your own little library.

he truly was the best.

as you progressed through the book, you felt the driver's seat of the golf cart sink and the engine start, knowing that rafe was done playing for the day. you put a bookmark in between the pages and smiled up at rafe.

"hey, how was golf?" you ask, his forehead has a light sheen of sweat due to the summer heat, and you watched him wipe it off with a towel perched on the driving wheel.

"it was fun, you know, you should really start golfing with me again. I heard it prevents eye strain," he teases. you playfully roll your eyes and rafe lightly chuckles as you quip back, "it's not really my thing, plus, that's what makes us such a good match anyways," you shrug, "you know how to ball, I know aristotle."

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yourhumblemusicaltheatrefan · 2 days

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Young love hold on, Young love so strong.

Rafe x FemPogue!reader

Synopsis: Eleanor and Rafe have been best friends for years. But what happens when Rafe gets confronted by his feelings?

Word count: 4,174

Warnings: Pogues being treated badly (surprise surprise), Topper being actually decent, a bit of mean!rafe. Mostly fluff!

Eleanor crossed her arms, watching as Kiara pulled JJ and John B away from another fight. She turned her head, locking eyes with Pope. They both roll their eyes.

Just once she'd love to come to a party with her friends without a fight breaking out and ruining the mood.

"Apparently some kook was making fun of John B's dad" Pope said, coming up behind Eleanor. She shook her head in utter disbelief. "How do people like this exist?" Pope shrugged his shoulders.

Eleanor scanned the crowed, a mix of pogues and kooks all trying to get drunk and get into each others pants and skirts. You could tell these people apart by something as simple as their shoes. The pogues' shoes are scuffed, off coloured and falling apart. The kook' however, pristine, clean and without a spec of mud. The same can't be said for them though.

There were people like JJ, John B and Kiara who'll fight against the kooks till the day they die, even though Kiara is one. And then there are people like Eleanor, who just wants the feud to be done. She thinks the kooks suck, but she doesn't want to fear for her life when she's trying to buy her groceries.

In her quest to find Sarah in the crowed of people, she locks eyes with another Cameron. The older Cameron. Something in her stomach dropped.

"Ow! Miss Marks! Rafe pulled my hair"

Tammy clutched to her pigtail, running circles around the room crying out in despair. Rafe smirked, looking at his friends as they all laughed at the little girl.

Miss Marks turned around, assessing the situation before turning to the boy with a look om his face that lacked any guilt. "For goodness sake Rafe. You are 7 years old now. You know not to pull on the girls hair. If I hear it happens again, I will be calling your father in"

This shut the boy up.

"Now class, we have a new student joining the class today. Her name is Eleanor. I'm sure she is very nervous about joining today, and I am hoping all of you will look after her, and make sure she feels very welcomed here. And that includes you Mr Cameron"

The little girl gripped her sparkly backpack as her other hand was being dragged by her mother. "Right Ellie, I'll pick you up at 3. You're lunch is in your bag" Eleanor's mum placed her hand gently on her cheek, giving it a little pinch.

The girl grinned up at her mother, her little baby teeth shinning in the blazing sun that was beaming down on them. She nodded her head, reaching up to smack a kiss to her cheek.

"Ah, Mrs Lake?" The mother turned to face the teacher. "Yes, nice to meet you" The two women greeted each other as Eleanor looked around the space. The many posters hanging on the wall that varied in quality, photo's of the many teachers with big cheesy grins and a 'Welcome to the cosy corner' sign hanging above a little cubby filled with blankets and pillows.

"Okay Ellie, are you ready to go with Miss Marks?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head with a little hesitation. Eleanor was an only child, and up until this point she was home-schooled. So she wasn't used to being around children her own age. So she was relatively nervous about being around so many of them.

"I'll see you soon, baby"

Her mother waved her off while Eleanor gripped her new teachers hand. "There's no need to be nervous Eleanor, you're going to be surrounded by some lovely people" They both turned a corner, a door with a tree mural painted on the front stood before them. 'Miss Marks, Class B' painted in swirly welcoming letters.

Miss Marks felt some hesitation when she went to pull her inside. "Come on sweetheart, everything will be fine. I promise" After 5 seconds she took a deep breath, gripped tighter onto her backpack and shifted. Miss Marks opened the door.

What was once a loud bustling room, became silent. Everyone's heads turned to face the front. Eleanor could feel every eye locked to her. It was very intimidating.

"So class, this is Eleanor. She has been home-schooled up until this point. Like I said earlier, I am sure you will all treat her with the upmost respect"

Miss Marks scanned the classroom for an empty seat. She internally sighed, only one seat looked unoccupied. "Eleanor, why don't you take a sear over there...next to Rafe"

Eleanor looked over at her new seat mate. His hair was was a very distinct dirty blonde. His skin was kind of tanned and his clothes looked very nice, nicer than anything she owned that's for sure. But what she picked up on immediately was his eyes. They seemed unnaturally blue. Sure she had seen her fair share of blue eyes. Her mother had blue eyes for heavens sake. But his were different. They didn't just shine in the sunlight, they seemed to light a fire on the surface of her skin.

She began walking over to where she was going to be for the next few years. He watched the entire time, taking her in. He'd never seen that shade of red before. It was almost the shade of the cherries his mother puts in his lunch box. They were always his favourite part. She was very pale, the blue sort of worn out dungaree's she was wearing popped against her skin. The graphic tea shirt she was wearing underneath was clearly too big for her. 'The Smiths' imprinted on the front. His mother listens to them. He's woken up many times to 'Frankly Mr Shankly'.

She sat down, facing head on. She didn't look at Rafe, too afraid to make eye contact with him. Too afraid she'd go up in flames due to his eyes. That didn't last long though.

"Hey, Eleanor?"

Her heart picked up speed a little. She couldn't ignore him. She didn't want people's first impression of her is that she was a total weirdo who doesn't talk. She still felt like everyone was watching her. When actually no one was looking at her, except one person.

"What's your second name?"

She had to answer, she was taking too long now.

"Lake"

She mumbled, turning her head so they were now making eye contact. Ice meets olive.

"Hmm, it's pretty"

A feeling in her stomach erupted, something unfamiliar. Now they were looking at each other, he could see extra detail. She had freckles sprinkled across her face, over her cheeks and her nose. Almost as if they were painted on. He knew he was staring.

"T-Thanks" She whispered.

Eleanor couldn’t tear her eyes away from the boy. He’s recently let his hair fall more into his face. She never liked the styled way he did his hair before, it just didn’t suit him. An idea his father had no doubt. She was almost surprised he wasn’t involved in the fight himself. Although she had heard through the grape vine that he’d recently took a new turn in life. The boys who would once purchase drugs off him now were left without a dealer. It was also clear based on his knuckles that were usually painted with blood, seemed to be clean. The fire behind his gaze was sizzling under her skin. She was familiar with this look, she’s been on the receiving end of it many times. To Rafe, she was a magnet. Always has been. Ever since that day in the first grade. But he’d fucked that all up. And he knew he had. Eleanor finally found something within herself to bring her eye sight back to the JJ and the boy trapped within his strong grip. She rushed over because it seemed John B wasn’t able to handle it by himself. “JJ stop! I think he gets it” She stressed, grabbing onto his shoulders. Usually JJ snaps out of it when one of the girls yells at him, but whoever this boy was must have really pissed him off, JJ was gone on his rage. The next thing Eleanor knew, she was flung back, her crappy sandals folding under her feet cause her to stumble further back that she would usually. Luckily she managed to reach her hands out behind her to catch her fall slightly. But she still landed hard on her behind, scratching up her legs and palms. There was also a rather large shooting pain going up her ankle. “Ah shit” she mumbled to herself, looking over her injuries. They weren’t deep or anything, but they stung, rocks and sand getting between the broken skin. She felt someone rush beside her, gently clutching onto her shoulder. “Are you okay?!” That doesn’t sound like Pope. She looked up. Once again, that fiery gaze. “Rafe” She whispered, unable to raise her voice any louder. “Is your leg okay? I saw you landed partly on it” “Uh..” she didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t prepared to talk to Rafe today. She thought she’d never talk to him again. She suddenly felt like her younger self again.

“Rafe, how many times do I have to tell you, you can’t push others out the way to win!” Mr Malark the PE teacher had had enough of watching an 8 year old Rafe push his fellow racer down. He watched Rafe huff, roll his eyes and make his way over to the spectators. Eleanor blushed as Rafe jogged over to her. His knees were scraped and grass covered, aching to be cleaned. Luckily, he had his own personal helper ready with her first aid kit. “Hey Ellie, my knees are bleeding! Look!” She scrunched her nose, unzipping the first aid kit and pulling out the cotton buds and plasters. “Come sit next to me please?” He followed her orders, sitting beside her. She pulled out a wipe, softly working her way around the cuts. Rafe hissed, the sting vibrating all around his knee. “Shit that hurts” Eleanor widened her eyes, swotting the boy on the shoulder. “That’s a bad word Rafey, you’ll get in trouble” He shrugged, focussing his attention on the daises around them. Eleanor noticed he’d gone quiet. By this time she’d patched his knee up. “There we go” she kissed his injury “All better” she smiled to herself, looking back up at Rafe. She was suddenly greeted with a daisy chain fastened into a crow. “Thank you princess Ellie, here is your crown” she grinned, eagerly accepting her crown. The daisies complimented her fire red hair perfectly, the white and yellow popping gorgeously. She averted her gaze, not being able to maintain his fierce eyes. Nothing but passion behind those sky blues. “I hope you help me if I ever get hurt?” She uttered, fiddling with the first aid kit in his hands. Rafe’s small hand reached down and held onto her chin, lifting her head so they were eye level. “Of course I will”

“Come on, I’ll take you away from here”

She hadn't spoken to Rafe in about 3 months, which was unlike her. Unlike them. They spent so much time together for over ten years. And everyone knew that. Even the pogues were well aware of the budding friendship between the two. While they never approved, they knew how much he meant to her. So they never troubled her with it.

"It's..uh..it's okay I can handle it, It's fine"

Eleanor had always been stubborn, he should've expected this wasn't going to be easy, but as she cursed when trying to get up, he knew she needed help.

"Please Ellie"

She sighed. Not even the rest of the Pogues called her Ellie. They knew that name was reserved only for Rafe. She looked up at him, the second time that night they had had a real look at each other. Which is more than the past few months. She nodded, allowing the boy to help her to her feet. She grimaced, shooting pains running up her leg. At this, Rafe leaned down, scooping her up in his arms.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, looking around to see if anyone was looking. They weren't.

Rafe smiled, making sure she was secure. "I don't want you walking on your leg, I'm taking you to mine to clean you up" Eleanor hadn't been to Tannyhill since the night she told him she never wanted to see him again. She scrunched her eyes, deciding that if she couldn't see them, they couldn't see Rafe wrapping his arm around her waist. He knew she hated when all eyes were on her. He's always been surprised by this, surely she was used to people staring at her. She was the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

"Hey Rafe! Put her down!"

He turned his head to see Kiara with her arm crossed, a scowl decorating her face. Everyone was aware of Rafe and Eleanor's budding relationship. Ever since that day when they were both seven, it was clear that she was his, and he was hers.

But after that night, there was a new energy in the air. The whole island knew something was wrong. That first time Rafe showed up to the country club without the girl beside him, rambling on about how the tv blew out in her house during the most recent episode of Grey's Anatomy, everyone knew something had happened.

He was was pale. His eyes remained permanently facing the floor and he spoke to no one except the waiter, where he ordered the strongest thing on the menu.

He sat at the bar for 4 hours, ordering and consuming the drinks as if they were glasses of water.

That became his routine for the next 3 months. Drinking and sulking. Topper decided enough was enough. Luckily for him, a party was raging on at the boneyard tonight. Perfect, something to distract the miserable young man.

Which brings us to this. Rafe with his strong grip, wrapped around the pogue princess. A name she hated, but such a name naturally came when you were so closely connected to the kook king.

"It's okay Kiara, I'll call you in the morning." The girl gave her a look as if to say 'I'll be fine', which Kiara knew was the best thing she was going to get out of her. But if she was being honest with herself, she knew she could leave Rafe in her care. When Eleanor was involved, Rafe was always on his best behaviour.

Eleanor kept her eyes down, head rested on her chest. Rafe couldn't help but look down at her and smile. He loved it when she rested on him, relied on him. She was the only person that made him feel he had any worth.

The two made it to his car eventually, sleep washing over her. Rafe could see her eyes fluttering closed as he buckled her in. "You don't have to do all this Rafe, my leg doesn't hurt that bad." Rafe lets out a soft chuckle, securing it properly before looking her in the eyes.

"If you're hurt, nothing else matters to me except making sure you're okay" He meant it with his full heart, and Eleanor knew that, she's always known that.

"Okay"

Rafe circled around the car, hoping in and began the engine. "You okay to come back to mine? I've got ice packs in my bathroom for your leg" Eleanor laughs, "I know, I put them there" Rafe smiles, his chest feeling less tense knowing she was still able to laugh with him.

After a short drive, filled with a comforting silence between the two, the only thing filling the air was the radio, quietly playing Lana Del Ray, which Eleanor realised was part of a playlist she had made for their road trips, they arrived at Tannyhill.

Rafe quickly ran to her side of the car, ready to help her out. She scanned her tired eyes across the building. Truthfully, she'd missed the building, somewhere she found comfort in. All the times her and her mother had gotten into fights, which left her without somewhere to stay for the night, Tannyhill was her safe space.

But all the building did was bring back memories from that night.

"Come on Ellie" Rafe whispered, hoisting her up into his arms like he had done at the party. "I can walk Rafe, I'm fine for god sake" He shook his head with a soft smile gracing his face. "Nice try Ellie"

The house was empty. Wheezie at a friends, Sarah still at the party and Rose and Wade out of the country. Rafe walked the two up the stairs, down the many winding corridors until they landed outside of Rafe's room. She sighed, kicking the door open herself with her good leg.

His room looked the same, the same white walls that had no decoration other than a few photos of New York. His desk was pristine, as well as his floor. But she knew he kept all of his secrets in his desk draws. Photos of his friends, photos of her. The multiple friendship bracelets she'd make him for his birthday every year, as well as the handmade cards she'd spent hours perfecting for him.

He gently placed her on his bed.

"Are you sure they'll be okay with it?

Eleanor bit along her nails as they approached his house. Rafe tore her hand away from her mouth, keeping it in his grasp as they made it to the gate.

She'd never get over the size of his home.

"Yes they'll be fine with it, just say you didn't have anywhere else to stay for the night. There's no way Rose is gonna turn you away" Rafe opened the front door "Dad! My friend needs somewhere to stay for the night" Instead of Wade however, Rose came strutting out of the kitchen.

"Oh hello Rafe darling, who's this?" She smiled sweetly, her soft pink lipstick opened to reveal her pearly whites. Rafe rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Eleanor ma'am. I'm sorry for just randomly showing up" Rafe ushered her into the kitchen. "You haven't Ellie. She didn't have anywhere to go tonight Rose, I thought she could stay here".

Rose looked at her stepson, her smile forming into a smirk. She watched as the boy filled a glass of water for her. She'd never seen the famous Eleanor from across town, only heard about her through stories told by the young boy. Now she was finally getting to meet the girl Rafe cherished.

"Of course you can say here honey, do you want to call a parent to tell them you're here?" Eleanor bit her lip, her hand inching towards her mouth again. Rafe stops her though, giving his step mother a look that say's 'don't go there', Rose presses her lips together, nodding her head. "There's some left over mac and cheese in the fridge if you guys want any food", with that the women smiled and left the two to hang out in the kitchen.

"Thank you Rafey" Eleanor smiled, reaching across to wipe some cheese that had smeared across his face. His cheeks warmed as he took in his friends face. Her beautiful face.

"Let me just grab the icepack"

She watched as he retreated into bathroom, catching herself smiling at his domesticity. But then it dropped.

"How could you say that Rafe?"

"How would you know?"

He came back not long later with a first aid kit in hand. Kneeling in front of her, he propped up her leg on his knee.

"I thought I meant more to you than that!"

"Eleanor.."

His soft gestures made Eleanor's skin start tingling, a common issue she faced when around her Rafe. She looked at him. His face that showed complete concentration, his hands trying their best not to shake while he pressed it onto her skin. He cared so much. Why couldn't he just say it?

"Why would Topper lie? He's my friend too"

"He just misheard me! He wasn't even in the conversation?"

Her eyes turned glassy, water coming to the surface before it dripped onto her thigh. Rafe's head shot up, looking with concern at the girl. Their eyes were fused to each other.

"You really hurt me Rafe" She whispered, crossing her arms in her lap. Rafe blew through his nose, dropping his head , unable to look her in the eyes.

"I know"

"You'd never date a dirty pogue? All they do is fuck everything up for the rest of us? They're worthless wastes on space?" Her voice was getting weaker and weaker.

Once again, Rafe's inability to own up to his mistakes rears it's ugly head. "So what you believe Topper over me now?" Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Why wouldn't I? It's not like you've been terrorizing us for years!"

She stormed over towards her jacket, finished with this conversation. But Rafe can't let someone else have the last word, especially when he knows he's in the wrong.

"Well...it's true isn't it?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the dread started flooding in. Eleanor looked him dead in the eyes, devastation filling them.

"Wow" she uttered, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked down, shaking her head. She turned to his bedroom door, grabbed the hand before turning back to him.

"Never talk to me again" She said, so quite Rafe was surprised he caught it. How could he not.

"I'm sorry"

She bit her lip. There's a first. An apology of Rafe Cameron.

"I was scared"

She shot her head up, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked over his face. Scared? Of what?

"The boy's realised..." Eleanor scooted further down the bed, closer to him as he struggled to speak. "Realised what?"

"Realised I was in love with you"

"So where's the lady, Cameron?"

Rafe turned around to see Jamie, a boy he'd played golf with a couple times stood with a smirk in his face. Rafe threw him a confused look.

"The pogue. Eleanor is it?" the boy chugged his drink. "Oh right, she's in the bathroom"

After grabbing a new drink, Topper began making his way back over to his friend.

"So you aren't fucking her?" He recognised that voice. Jamie Luther. A bit of a gobshite around figure 8. Loves to spread shit for his own entertainment.

"Eleanor? No! I'd never fucking do that..."

Topper listened as Rafe ripped into who he thought was his best friend. It hurt to hear for Topper. Eleanor had always been nice to him. Especially during the rocky years with Sarah. And to hear all of this coming from her best friend? He couldn't handle it. He saw Eleanor walking towards him, a bright smile on her face. That made it even more heart-breaking. "Hi Top, you okay?"

She could read these boy's like a book. Topper looked guiltily at her. "Uh...you should probably know what Rafe said.."

"They started grilling me about you. They could tell from a mile away how I truly felt. You know what I'm like when it comes to talking about my feelings, shut off and deflect. I know It's not a good enough explanation, and I hate that you heard something so incredibly untrue. But I hate more that I made it worse afterwards. When you confronted me, I should have just come clean right there but I did that stupid Rafe thing where I just fight back. I'm sorry Ellie. I'm so sorry"

Eleanor took in each word as she assessed the new situation she's in. Rafe was in love with her? "Since when?"

All of that, and that's all she had to say? She was known to be a girl of few words. "What?"

"Since when have you been in love with me?"

Rafe sighed, getting to his feet before sitting next to her. She watched as he struggled to speak. His mouth opening and closing as he tried to conjure up thoughts. "I think it was when you asked me if I would take care of you if you needed it. It was then that I realised that I would do anything for you" She had a watery smile.

"Rafe we were 8" He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. The girl leaned into his touch. She'd missed it more than she thought. They sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company.

After 5 minutes, she looked up at the boy. He met her eyes.

"I love you too" she whispered before leaning up and planting a kiss that's been years in the making.

The two had always been inseparable, but now instead of teasing punches to the arms, pining looks and many close calls, it was the two being caught making out at parties, seen sneaking out of dinners and many naked rendezvous at the beach.

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