#outer answers

[outerfeathers-creates]

Can we give your opposite Bob a gentle hug? (I really don't want to scare him off, he's a cutie patootie and I want him to be okay)

//Or would you mind if I drew a similar picture myself someday?-//

Opposite Bob isn't my AU, he belongs to my friend zleepysnails!

In addition, I'm sure she doesn't mind! :D

Just know that his hugs would probably crush all of your bones </3

[sematarygirls]

Okay but he’d fuck you so hard when they lose the Super Bowl after you spends an hour gloating about the eagles handing their asses to them!

i saw this request and started giggling and kicking my feet omg. anon, i owe you my first born child. you are a GENIUS! (although, fair warning, i'm not great at writing smut. i hope this is okay <3) not proofread

cw: unprotected p in v, rough sex, mean rafe, slapping, degradation

Football tended to be a touchy subject between you and Rafe. Where you were a diehard Eagles fan, he wouldn't be caught dead rooting for them. After the Chiefs narrowly beat out the Eagles in the 2023 Super Bowl, Rafe wouldn't shut up for weeks about how "trash" the Eagles were. It drove you absolutely insane.

That's why, when the Eagles absolutely kicked ass this Super Bowl in a rematch against the Chiefs, beating them out at a whopping 40-22, you thought it was your well-deserved right to rub it in Rafe's face, much to his dismay.

One thing about Rafe is that gloating is only okay when he does it—much like a lot of other things (he's a very hypocritical guy), hence his growing anger when you wouldn't stop talking about how the Chiefs absolutely threw the game with all their fumbles, making jokes the whole time about how it seemed like they weren't even playing.

Another thing about Rafe? He tended to get violent when he was angry. With other people, this meant he'd kick their asses, but with you, it meant you were in for a long night of rough fucking to make him feel better and put you in your place for your "bratty attitude."

Though, if you tried to point out the hypocrisy with him finding your actions annoying when he had done the exact same two years prior, he would only get more annoyed and very, very defensive.

You'd learned at a very early stage in your relationship that some battles were not worth fighting with Rafe, and besides, you kind of liked it when he was all rough with you, manhandling and degrading you deliciously.

"Not so mouthy now, huh?" He taunted, pounding into you from behind. Each thrust pushed you forward a little bit, your face burying further into the pillows as you moaned. A sharp slap to your ass had you gasping, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure to your core that had you practically gushing around Rafe's thick length. You didn't know how long you'd been going at this with him, but he hadn't let you cum, nor had he let up the brutal pace.

"Look at you," he sneered. "Can't even think of anything to say back to me, huh? Thought you were gonna gloat all night about how the Eagles won." His words were cruel and biting, revealing the depth of his anger, which wasn't about the football game. It was more so about being challenged, his ego hurt after talking such a big game about how the Chiefs were going to dominate.

You couldn't form a coherent sentence. Your brain turned to mush as the only thing you could focus on were his rough hands on you and his length stretching your velvety walls. You could practically feel each ridge and vein of his cock as it slid back and forth, his tip nudging your cervix roughly with each pass.

"What happened to that smart mouth, huh?" He mocked. "Your dumb little brain's too desperate for cock, huh, bunny," he cooed, his tone patronizing as he continued to pound into you with rough strokes, making your back arch and eyes roll back.

He was so mean, but you loved it.

He was right. You couldn't respond to him anymore. You had lost your ability to form a single word, dumbed down to a mess of please sounds as he hit that sweet spot inside of you so perfectly. He took that as a victory, seeing it as proof that you knew your place. He loved it when you whimpered underneath him, completely at his mercy. "Look who's behaving now. You're lucky you're so pretty, honey," he continued, enjoying this little game of his. "Otherwise, I wouldn't put up with such a bratty mouth."

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned, giving your ass another sharp smack before his hands found your hips again, his grip bordering on painful. "And this fuckin' love this pussy. Fuckin' perfect, baby."

He was getting close. You could tell by the way his pace started to falter, and his words switched from degrading to praising. One hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing firm circles. Even when he was pissed, he still tried to make you cum first.

It didn't take much more effort on his part. Your thighs were already trembling, desperate for release from the moment he'd thrown you onto the bed and ripped your clothes off.

"You're gonna be a good girl now, huh? You're gonna stop being such a pain in the ass, aren't you?" He questioned, punctuating each question with a thrust. "No more running your mouth and riling me up, right?"

"Uh huh," you whined pathetically, needy and desperate to cum.

He knew he had you right where he wanted you, all pliant and begging. "Yeah, you gonna stop talking back, huh? You can be a good little bunny for me, can't you?" He cooed, his words sounding a little bit less harsh. He was enjoying having you like this, completely at his mercy.

All you could muster was a weak nod, your fingers gripping the sheets and mouth parted in ecstacy as you reached your peak, blinding pleasure overtaking your body as your walls clamped down around his cock.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he groaned, pumping a few more times before pushing deep inside you and releasing spurts of hot, sticky cum into your eager cunt.

[grapejuice32]

rafe and angel having sex in a party bathroom because angel was being so wet and needy so will helps her because it was getting uncomfortable

angel!reader x Rafe

warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, creampie (I hate that word)

word count: 1.2k +

You weren’t entirely sure how Rafe had convinced you to come to this party, it was something to do with work, or his friends or- you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you couldn’t think straight because you were so, so horny. Rafe’s hand that was placed on your bare upper thigh beneath your skirt, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the sensitive skin there wasn’t helping your situation. 

He was currently engrossed in conversation with someone who’s name you didn’t know nor care about. Rafe could sense your discomfort, could see your constant shifting in the corner of his eyes. You probably thought you were hiding this well, and you were, just not from him. He knew every tell of yours better than he knew himself, and the way your thighs kept clenching together around his hand was nothing innocent. 

Rafe continued to converse, pretending his was unaware of your situation, even as he ‘accidentally’ brushed the tip of his little finger against your clothed clit. You practically jumped out of your seat, your face flushing with the growing discomfort and need that you harboured for him. Your thighs clenched around his hand, holding it in place and you angled your hips up, so his fingers continued to press against your clit. You didn’t see the way Rafe’s eyes darkened, too consumed by the need that was running though you like a wildfire. 

It didn’t take much for him to feel just how wet you were, he’d be surprised if you didn’t leave a wet patch on your seat when you stood up. But he wasn’t done teasing you yet, he wanted to see how long he could drag this out before you broke, before you begged. He was having fun teasing you, his attention fully fixed on the task, though he didn’t look at you long enough to give himself away. 

His brows rose as you rocked your hips against his hand, a barely audible mewl falling from your lips. Not here, he couldn’t let all these people see you like this, hear the pretty sounds you made for him. So, he moved his hand, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closely into his side. 

It was beginning to be unbearable, you were starting to feel really irritable. You just wanted his attention, just wanted him to help you out. “Rafe,” you whispered, but he didn’t answer. Your lips fell into a pout, and you spoke again, a whinier tone to your voice, “Rafey.” Finally, his gaze fell to you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“Hm?” He feigned ignorance to your issue, his hand rubbing up and down your bicep. 

You could only squirm under his gaze, your discomfort taking over everything. “Need you,” you mumbled.

Rafe angled his head to the side, “What for, angel?”

Your bottom lip jutted out, eyes welling. “Please, Rafey. ‘s uncomfy.” He swallowed, his act dropping as he saw your pure desperation that had driven you to tears. 

“C’mon,” he said as he stood, leading you to the bathroom with a hand on your lower back. 

The door locked behind you both and you gasped as he sat you on the counter, spreading your legs and slotting himself between them. He made fast work of unbuckling his belt, shedding himself of his jeans and boxers before pulling your panties to the side and thrusting into you without warning.

An uncontrollable moan ripped from your throat as he finally gave you what you’d been aching for since you left the house. His thrusts were hard and relentless, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. “Shut up,” he practically growled, covering your mouth with his hand, “want everyone to hear what ‘m doin’ to you in here, hm?” You shook your head, the only sounds you were making being muffled by his large hand. 

He scoffed, “Such a slut f’me you couldn’t even wait ‘til we got home, hm?” Your walls clenched around his cock, a curse slipping from his lips as your warm walls swallowed him. “You like that?” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust. “y’like when I tell you that you’re a needy slut f’me, huh?”

You sobbed, nodding into his hand as your walls clenched around him. A cruel chuckle came from Rafe, “So desperate for it, you were gonna use my hand to get y’self off in front of ‘em all.” He pressed his forehead against yours, the both of you lined with a thin sheen of sweat. “But ‘s not your fault, is it angel?” His thrusts slowed. “Just need me to do all the thinking, need me to take care of you and jus’ make you cum, don’t you?” 

You nodded once again, your eyes squeezing shut as he dropped his hand from your mouth to rub quick circles on your clit. His lips met with yours as his thrusts picked up again, the both of you were equally as desperate to cum now. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, messy like the rest of what you were doing. 

It didn’t take much before the attention he was giving to your sensitive clit threw you over the edge. Your loud, wanton moans swallowed by his mouth on yours. His thrusts grew sloppy as your cunt tightened around his cock, his own orgasm triggered by yours. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his warm cum shooting into you and filling you up. 

“There we go,” he spoke against your lips, giving you a few more slow thrusts. “Now I’ll be inside you f’the rest of the party, so you don’t get too needy.” You blinked slightly blanky up at him, still coming down from the high of your orgasm. “Awh, angel.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft and sweet like he wasn’t still buried to the hilt inside of your ruined cunt. “ ‘s okay, I’ll do all the talking. You just sit there lookin’ pretty, okay?”

“We’re not going home?” your voice was a little hoarse, you sounded confused and a little sad. 

He could only offer you a tight smile as he pulled out of you, a whine of discontent coming from you at the action. “I know,” he redressed himself and pull your panties to rest on you properly now. “ ‘m sorry, angel. ‘m trying to get a business deal through.”

You gaped at him, looking between the two of you and overthinking what you’d just done, about how you’d pulled him away from something important. He could see it written in your eyes and he shook his head slightly, “Don’t stress, angel.” His lips pressed against your forehead, and he lifted you off of the counter, setting you on the floor again. “Had to take care of my girl, yeah?”

That was all he said before he walked you out the bathroom and back to your warm drinks on the table you’d been sat at, a few knowing looks cast your way as you did. You stayed quiet at Rafe’s side, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt as he spoke. You could feel his warm cum slowly dripping out of you, the only thought getting you through the rest of the party being the way he’d fuck his cum back into you when you got home. 

a/n: requests are open

[maybanksprincess]

satisfy you

warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, p in v sex, pet names, kissing, squirting, drinking.

summary: reader is dating rafe, and he isnt satisfying her needs, jj offers to help.

pairings: nice!kook!reader x pogue!jj

you attended this big bonfire that everyone went to every single year in the outer banks.

if you lived in the outerbanks you knew that bonfires were the core place that drama started.

usually you would go to drink one or two beers, have fun, and dance with your friends a little. but this time that wasnt the case.

Rafe had been getting closer with this bartender from the country club, and it was really starting to weigh down on you.

you tried to ignore it at first, but he had started going to the country club a lot more often, more than usual. and he stopped touching you all together.

first he stopped fucking you as often, but then it quickly turned into just no attention or affection from him at all. and it really hurt.

you went to this party to get wasted, and forget about all your problems, even if it was temporary.

you drunk a few beers, and downed a couple shots, now a bit tipsy from the alcohol floating in your system.

you were sitting in the grass, knees pressed up to your chest, back up against a oak tree with a few carvings on the bark of it.

your just staring at everyone partying and having fun, zoning out and just lost in your thoughts.

your snapped out of your thoughts as you see a fit blonde walk in your direction, stopping beside you.

"sup, can i sit?" the blonde asks

"yeah, of course." i look up at him and scoot over, making room.

as he sat next to me in the grass i smelled a mixture of alcohol and weed on him.

"so, what are you doin' alone at a bonfire?" he asks while giving you a once over, admiring the sight of ur curves in that dress.

"jus' trying to get my mind off things, you know?" i look up, finally locking eyes with him.

"yeah? things like what? i bet ur pretty little kook life is awesome." he says as he brings the joint between his fingers to his lips, taking a puff out of it.

"kook life really isnt all that great jay. not as great as you think" you say with a hint of vulnerability behind your words.

"it actually sucks," you continue "all the girls are mean. all they care about is money, and their boyfriends fancy cars. and all the kooks are assholes."

he puffs out the smoke, exhaling and listening to your rambling.

"i just feel like..im stuck in bubble wrap sometimes. i dunno if that makes sense" you put your head down, feeling like you said too much.

he turns so hes sitting in front of you, his face in front of yours.

"y'know its okay to get outta the bubble wrap sometimes..." he says, his eyes trailing to the hint of exposed cleavage from ur dress.

you dont know if it was the alcohol in your system or the way he was looking at you, but damn, he was so hot.

you find yourself staring, and look away, until he uses his index finger to tilt your chin back so your face meets his.

you felt a familiar pooling between your legs, but it wasn't like the pooling that happened when rafe was around.

you barely got turned on by rafe by the way he treated you, literally having to beg him to touch you most of the time. he couldn't commit to one woman, and the better of you knew that. you just couldn't seem to let him go.

i involuntarily clench my thighs, and it doesn't go unnoticed by jj, his eyes dart down to the exposed skin on your thighs.

his cargo shorts start to tighten, as if he wasnt already hard when he first approached.

you and jj start to pass the blunt, and eventually the tension becomes too much, the weed and alcohol is floating in your systems, and you find yourselves leaning into eachother.

your lips eventually meet, and it only escalates from there.

at first it was sweet and slow, but then it quickly got hot and heavy, your tongues tangling together.

you straddle his lap, grinding your clothed core against his bulge that was straining in his shorts. his hands start to grope your ass, as his dick seeks more friction from you.

he groans, and his arms hook under your thighs, he pushes himself off the ground, supporting your weight easily.

he carries you over to the twinkie, all the other pogues are still occupied out at the bonfire partying.

he uses one hand to open the sliding door, and lays you flat on your back on the surface of the backseat. he shuts the car door and he wastes no time in connecting your lips with his again.

in between kisses, he mutters out "'m gonna fuck you so good, ya gonna forget rafe exists."

following his words, he unbuckles his shorts and slides them down his legs, kicking them to the side, along with his boxers.

you look down at his dick and your eyes widen. you've never took dick that big before, fuck you were panicking.

he smirks at your reaction, and he slides your dress down your thighs, and off, tossing it where his boxers were. he lowers his face to angle it down with yours, his arms on either side of your head.

he strokes his hard cock, his tip leaks salty white precum on your thighs. his hands go down to the waistband of your panties and he hooks his fingers into it.

"can i take these off, pretty girl?" he asks, his ocean blue eyes boring into yours.

you nod, breathing getting heavy, the pool between your legs intensifying by the second. you were really about to get fucked by jj maybank.

you almost couldn't believe it, you both came from totally opposite sides, he grew up in the cut and you didnt. it was weird, but in that moment you didnt care.

all you cared about was getting his dick inside of you.

with the fingers that are hooked in ur panties, he slides them down your thighs with. he tosses ur panties and his eyes zero in on your spread pussy.

he groans, his cock jumping at the sight. he spreads your thighs some more, and the sudden feeling of a warm substance hitting your pussy shakes you out of your thoughts.

you look down to see his cock leaking precum onto your clit.

he spreads his precum on your folds with his tip, you both moaning at the situation. he lines his tip with your entrance and he pushes himself in.

as he slowly pushes in, he dips his head down to kiss your neck to soothe the slight pain from the stretch of his thick, girthy, cock.

he whimpers against your neck at the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his member.

he starts to slowly thrust in and out, before his thrusts become faster and deeper. you grab onto his shoulders as a leverage, even though you weren't going to fall.

as he continues to thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, he speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "mm what a fuckin' shame. that kook passed up the chance to fuck this pussy?"

you moan at his words, the stretch of his dick, the sound of his voice, the way his hand comes down to rub your clit, its all too much.

you start to see stars as you throw your head back, pussy clamping down on his cock. your moans and his groans fill the twinkie. the car rocking with every thrust, due to however old the junk was.

his tip nudges the spongy spot inside your pussy that makes you squirm, you start to whimper and let out long moans, signaling your close.

jj can tell by the way your clamping down on him, and the way your eyes roll back, that your close. he starts to thrust into you at a relentless speed, rubbing your clit rapidly, meeting your lips in a heated kiss.

you shout into his mouth "fuck jj!"

he smirks against your lips, pulling away for a brief moment to speak, his speed never faltering "cmon baby; tell me i fuck you better than rafe." he breathes out

i moan, tears flowing out of your eyes "fuck yes, so much better!" your eyes roll back again

he feels your nails scratching at his back, desperately trying to hold onto something. "yeah? who do u belong to now, hm?"

"you jayjay.." you barely manage to get out with the tears flowing out of your eyes.

he kisses your forehead gently, still slamming into your pussy. "cmon, give it t'me princess. cum for me baby."

following his words, you feel a unfamiliar gush of liquid come out of your hole. you've never done that before. it feels different but it feels so damn good.

you scream out, continuing to squirt on his cock.

he thrusts a few more times, groaning and moaning as he cums on your tummy, "your mine now. my fuckin' girl."

after he comes down from his high, he pulls his phone out, and snaps a picture with the flash, adding a text to it that says "jus made your girl squirt, looks like shes mine now, kook 😎"

he sends it to rafe, and then he helps u back into ur dress, then puts his shorts back on after.

"y'know i meant what i said, ur mine now." he seals his words with a quick kiss.

[angel06babysworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/angel06babysworld/785837310470209536/my-new-obsession-is-greys-anatomy-so-here-i-am?source=share

THAT WAS SO SWEET !!!!! i would love to read how he would handle giving reader an injection 'cause i know she would be the biggest drama queen about it 😭😭

doctor!rafe x gf!reader

“It’s Just a Shot, Baby”

୨♡୧───♡───୨♡୧

Rafe had warned her.

All week, he’d been gently reminding her about the vitamin injection she was due for. He brought it up at breakfast, mentioned it casually while rubbing her back as she laid on the couch, even offered to do it himself so she wouldn’t have to go into the clinic.

And she had agreed — a little too quickly.

So now, here she was: sitting on the edge of their bed in one of his t-shirts, legs swinging, arms crossed, and a pout firmly in place as he prepped the syringe on the dresser beside her.

“I changed my mind,” she announced, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he flicked the cap off the needle. “I don’t want it anymore.”

Rafe didn’t even look up. “Too bad.”

“I think I’ll just take vitamins. Like pills. Chewables. Gummy bears, even.”

He chuckled under his breath, rolling the syringe between his fingers to warm it slightly. “You’re not five, sweetheart.”

“Then stop treating me like I’m five and let me skip it!”

Now he did look up — slowly — and she immediately shut her mouth. His expression was calm but serious, the way it always got when he was in doctor mode. But under the cool professionalism was that little crease between his brows — the one he got when he was concerned.

“You haven’t been eating properly,” he said softly. “You’ve been exhausted, getting dizzy, and the pills upset your stomach. You need the injection. You know that.”

She groaned, flopping backward dramatically across the bed like she was being sentenced to death. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he replied, smiling as he sat on the bed beside her. He patted her thigh gently. “Come on. Roll over.”

“No.”

He raised a brow. “Are you really gonna make me wrestle you, princess?”

She looked at him, offended. “Yes.”

But he was already slipping his hand under her hip, effortlessly flipping her onto her side like she weighed nothing. She yelped in protest, squealing into a pillow as he tugged the hem of her t-shirt up to expose the top of her thigh.

“Rafe!” she screeched. “This is so undignified!”

“You’re getting a tiny injection, not a spinal tap.”

She kicked weakly. “You’re gonna stab me!”

He leaned closer, pressing a warm kiss to her lower back before gently gripping her thigh. “Baby,” he said patiently, “I stitch gunshot wounds with less whining than this.”

“I’m sensitive!”

“You’re dramatic,” he corrected, still smiling.

She buried her face deeper in the pillow, one hand reaching back to grab his wrist with a death grip. “If it hurts, I swear—“

“It won’t,” he said, already swiping the alcohol pad over her skin. “I’m the best damn doctor in this building.”

“We’re not in a building,” she snapped.

“Still counts.”

And before she could argue again, he slipped the needle in with one practiced motion. She froze.

“…Wait. Was that it?”

“That was it,” he said smugly, capping the syringe. “And you were about to fake your own death.”

“I was not.”

“You flopped like a soccer player.”

“I hate you.”

He leaned down and kissed the spot he’d just injected, then her hip, then her spine. “No, you don’t.”

“…Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m not talking to you for ten minutes.”

“Make it five,” he said, already pulling her into his lap. “And I’ll rub your back until then.”

She huffed dramatically, still pouting — but her arms went around his neck anyway.

“You’re annoying,” she mumbled.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to her temple.

But she didn’t fight him when he tucked her against his chest. Didn’t protest when his hands started gently rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles.

She just stayed there, warm and safe and very, very full of drama.

And he wouldn’t have her any other way.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove

[pigeonstab]

Please, please, please p(^^)q

Plllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssse _(..)_

Fun fact : I’m not the anon who ask for Outer but your style are so great and perfect that I want to see him. I’́m sure he’s gonna be beautiful (*ゝω･*)

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[itsthecline]

Maybank! Reader trying to get Rafe off of her as JJ is face timing her! I need to know how she'd react. I just know Rafe would be such a tease!!!

are you trying to kill me?

maybank!reader x rafe cameron

summary you’re spending time with your boyfriend while jj has been trying to get ahold of you

warnings profanity , jj almost catching you with rafe , secret relationship

a/n oh lord , just know this is not the only time this has happened

18+ minors dni

you were at rafe’s house for the weekend. initially , you were supposed to spend a couple of days in charleston ; there was a farmer’s market going on that you had wanted to go to , but rafe had a meeting in the morning. so instead of a weekend away , you both decided on a weekend at home.

no phones , no disruptions. just you and rafe. you had told jj that some touron was taking you to some place special , seeming unimpressed but still choosing to go. that got him off your back so he wasn’t checking your whereabouts all weekend. if he did , he’d see you were at tannyhill.

“i know you’re upset about not making it onto the mainland this weekend,” rafe apologized from his desk , looking at you as you lounged on his bed, “sorry.”

“baby , it’s fine,” you assured him , scrolling through tiktok on his phone while he finished up some paperwork. “you’re hot when you’re in business mode. i don’t exactly mind,” you added , getting up from bed and stalking over to him.

“yeah?” he smiled , spinning in the chair to face you and give you a seat in his lap, “well i’d hope you’d think so considering this deal will help us in the future.”

rafe was always talking about that. your future together. he constantly told you every move he makes is securing the life that you both wanted. a life away from your families ; a life that you could spend together without anyone else’s opinions.

“i like when you talk about our future,” you admitted , arms coming around rafe’s neck as you found purchase in his lap, “gets me excited. y’know , it’s nice to see how much you care about us.”

“i care about you more than most things,” rafe replied , planting kissing from your cheek down to your neck.

you sighed , really letting the feeling of his lips sink into your sink. “i’m sorry that everything is so difficult,” you sighed , letting your head fall to his shoulder as rafe’s hand rubbed your back, “i wish things were different , and you could be with me in front of everyone. i know it bothers you,” you continued , pressing kisses into the side of his neck and face.

“i would love if i could show you off to everyone. let the whole island know that you’re mine,” rafe agreed, “but i know that it’s not a plausible option until we have the ability to get away if need be.” he was right ; there was no world that you could be publicly dating rafe cameron. mostly because of the stigma around pogues dating kooks , but also because of your friend group’s history with rafe and his friends.

“i love you regardless,” you smiled , looking into his eyes gently. you loved this man more than anyone in your life— besides jj. rafe pressed a smiley kiss onto your lips , picking you up and moving to the bed. his body covered yours as he kissed up and down your neck , getting you to laugh and try to push him off “stop it! are you trying to kill me?!” you cackled , still trying to remove him.

“i think you’ll find your attempts to get me off of you aren’t going to work , babe,” he laughed into your neck , lifting for a second to kiss your face, “it’s cute though.”

“yeah well , it’s not my fault you’re gigantic,” you sighed , lungs not filling as much as usual because of rafe’s weight on you, “besides it’s not like i’m actually—“

your words were cut off when your phone started ringing. you knew it was your phone when you heard the ringtone. it was jj. “who is it? thought we agreed no contact with the outside world.” rafe grumbled , letting his head rest on your shoulder.

“get off of me,” you rushed out , actually trying to get him away now, “it’s jj,” you announced , reaching for your phone on the side table , but you couldn’t because rafe was keeping you in your spot.

“no , we agreed,” he shook his head , refusing to move.

“babe , it might be important,” you huffed , really , truly pushing at him as your phone rang one final time before going silent, “rafe! what if something’s wrong? i gotta call him back. get off , freak,” you were still laughing a little , but only because you could feel rafe chuckling to himself.

you were finally able to reach your phone , grabbing it just as jj called again. a facetime call now. “what could he possibly want that’s more important than me and you fucking?” rafe asked , thrusting his hips against yours jokingly.

“literally the possibilities are endless,” you sighed , accepting the facetime after telling rafe to ‘please shut the fuck up for once in your life’

“dude , i know you said you’re having your romantic getaway weekend with what’s his face , but you will not believe the swell i just dominated!” jj started talking as soon as you picked up , angling the phone so rafe’s head was out of frame.

“wow! that’s cool , bud,” you mused, “but i’m kinda busy , so…” you made a face , knowing jj could tell that you didn’t want to be on the phone with him at the moment.

“ew! i don’t care that you’re fucking some touron , i just had to tell— hey , where are you anyway?” jj asked , squinting his eyes in the sun to try and view his screen and your location a little better.

you glared at rafe when he stifled a giggle. “at some hotel with what’s his face,” you lied , rolling your eyes, “i gotta go , jacky!”

“okay , use protection. i love you. see you in a couple of da—” he rambled before you hung up on him and hit rafe.

“why would you laugh!” you couldn’t help yourself but join in , finally pushing rafe onto his back on the bed and getting on top of him, “you’re a bad influence , y’know.”

“you love it,” rafe smiled , hands finding purchase on your hips as he looked at you.

“debatable.”

rafe sat up , bringing you with him as he leaned against his headboard. “what can i do to swing your vote?” he wondered , pressing soft kisses all over your face, “i’ll do whatever.”

you laughed and grabbed his face , kissing him back. the kiss was practically teeth clashing because of your smiles. “consider me convinced already.”

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[thecutestgrotto]

Hi! I just got recommended your account from a mutual, and your dividers are really cool! I didn't see them in your masterlist so could you by any chance do galaxy themed dividers please? Preferably purple with stars and planets and moons, etc?

Thank you!

I have some galaxy stuff here and a set based off the JWST official images, but I’m adding some a little bit more specific for you! 🩵🌸

Purple Astronomy

[starkeyvhs]

Okay would you be willing to write a blurb/one shot where sage feels left out or overlooked and gets sad about it? Like maybe she accomplished something at school but it gets pushed to the back because the youngest comes in with his accomplishment and everyone focuses on that? And then Rafe and reader realize what’s happening and comfort her 🥹

I absolutely love this oh my heart 🥹 thank you for this lovely req anon!! <3 my inbox is open for all kinds of asks and reqs for the cameron family :)

overlooked

PAIRING: the cameron family universe

SUMMARY: after a big accomplishment gets overlooked, sage is comforted delicately by her parents.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: middle child being overlooked; lot of usage of nicknames; rafe and reader don't seem like the best parents but they redeem themselves towards the end :)

EDITH SPEAKS: this goes out to any middle child who felt neglected by their family. please know no matter what, you are seen and heard 💞 if you enjoy reading, reblogs and feedback are always highly appreciated! ☁️

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The beaming on her face just can’t be stopped, the smile as bright as the shining sun. Sage is practically skipping along the sidewalk, her headphones playing Cage the Elephant in her ears and her hands holding her precious certificate. 

For representing her school in a major robotics competition, not only did she come first, but also secured a major cash prize! A project that was a vision since she was a kid was finally brought to life by her own hands and was presented at the competition. She got loads of compliments, and most of the evaluators told her they see her going very far in life. 

Sage reaches her home, slowly walking inside the open front door. She saw her dad’s car outside, which excites her a little bit, cause now she gets to show this to both her parents together. 

She makes her way through the house, but it’s all silent. She can’t find anyone in the kitchen, or in the living room. Confused, she begins to make her way upstairs, and the muffled sounds of her parents and Orion are audible to her as she climbs up and up. 

The door of Orion’s room is slightly ajar, and she peeks inside to indeed see both her parents with her younger brother. 

“Mom, dad–” she opens the door and steps inside, but the moment she keeps her first foot, her momma, with the biggest smile on her face, practically runs up to Sage and brings her inside with her hand around her wrist. 

“Look! He came first in his art competition!” Momma says, the biggest grin on her face as she shows Sage Orion’s trophy. He’s sitting in his dad’s lap on his small bed, rambling on and on about the competition today, and his dad is looking at him as if he’s the brightest shining star. 

“... and then the teacher called my name! And said I won the first prize!” Orion says, and his dad laughs at his ecstatic energy. 

“Good job kiddo,” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

Momma sits down next to the two, gently smoothing a hand over Orion’s blond hair. “Yeah, good job,” she hums, pressing her own kiss to his cheek which causes him to shy into his dad’s chest. 

“Uh so guys–” Sage begins speaking, hiding her certificate behind her back, a sense of hopefulness spreading in her as she begins to speak but it dies down when she gets cut off. 

“Sage Sage you know what I drew?” Orion jumps out of his dad’s lap and gets closer to his sister, gently tugging on her pants. Sage puts on a smile and gently ruffles his hair. 

“No, what did you draw bub?” She asks softly, smiling at him. 

“I drew a landscape, from our trip to the mountains last summer,” he grins, looking up at his sister with big bright blue eyes. 

“Oh yeah? I’m proud of you baby.” Orion will always be close to Sage’s heart, no matter what. 

“My drawing is downstairs I’ll bring it up to show you,” he grins and dashes out of his room before he can say anything else. 

Sage watches him run off, and decides to take this moment to talk to her parents. 

“So uh, mom, dad-” she begins, but she’s cut off, again. 

“Oh!” Momma says almost immediately, standing up on her feet and already making her way out of the room. “I have a pot of soup on the stove Orion will definitely knock it off!” She says over her shoulder, her voice echoing off the walls of the hallway. 

Sage feels a strain in her chest but she swallows it down, turning her attention to her dad. It’s okay, she still has her dad to tell this to.  

But this time, before she can even open her mouth, her dad’s phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket and mutters a soft ‘oh god’ under his breath, and picks it up. From his voice and his tone, Sage already knows this is going to be a long call, and well, he’s walking out of the room too, but doesn’t leave without gently smoothing a hand over Sage’s hair once. The action is soft and comforting, but it all fades away when she realises she’s all alone in her brother’s room; a room she entered absolutely grinning to show her certificate to her parents, but now a room which is left with only her, and her dream of watching her parents gush over her achievement. 

Sighing softly, she pads out of the room, the certificate held between her nimble fingers. She catches the voice of her momma and Orion laughing from the kitchen. He never came back upstairs to show her the drawing, which she genuinely, despite the circumstances, wanted to see. 

Sage enters her room and quietly closes the door behind her, keeping the certificate on her desk. She makes her way over to the window which faces the backyard, and spots her dad walking back and forth, still on call, and his loud hand gestures tell her he’s not happy with someone. 

Sighing softly, she plops down on her bed, her sneakers still on her feet but she doesn’t care. Turning onto her side and curling her knees closer to her chest, she quietly closes her eyes, trying to get her mind off of what just happened. 

I’m proud of myself, and that’s all that matters to me.

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Sage doesn’t realise when she falls asleep to her own thoughts, her body curled in the exact same position hours later when it’s dark outside. 

She did hear Leo coming at her door to call her downstairs for dinner, but her mind was too bleary and sleepy to process anything. What she doesn’t realise is now her parents are at her door, softly knocking at it. 

“Sage?” She hears her dad, and forcefully opens her eyes and slips out of her bed, trodding over to the door and opening it. The light from the hallway makes her squint her eyes, so she simply just turns around and makes her way back to her bed, laying on it again. 

“Hey sweets, you didn’t come down for dinner,” she hears her momma saying softly, who sits down next to her and gently runs her hand over her hair. 

“Yeah, is everything okay-” her dad begins speaking, but he gets cut off when he sees something sitting on her desk. He picks it up and reads over it, his eyes widening as he takes in the information. 

“Baby…” he says softly, giving momma the certificate for her to read too as he himself settles down next to Sage’s curled body. 

“You won a cash prize? And came first?” comes her momma’s voice. Sage buries her face into her pillow, her back to the two of them. 

“It’s no big deal,” she mutters into her pillow quietly. She can hear her dad sighing softly at her words, a moment of silence falling over the three of them. 

“Can you sit up for us, baby?” Her dad asks her softly. She recognises his tone: it’s the tender tone he only uses with her momma and her. 

No one else.

Sage slowly sits up, her back pressing to the headboard of her bed as she looks at both her parents sitting side-by-side, looking at her with similar gentle smiles on their faces. 

“Come here baby,” Her dad says, his tone still carrying the same tenderness from before. It’s the voice she can never deny or ignore; the voice that pulls her close to him and his warmth. It’s the voice she wishes her future husband would use with her the way her dad uses it with her momma. 

She doesn’t say anything as she shifts closer to her dad, who pulls her into his arms, allowing her to snuggle into his side. Sage feels her momma’s hand gently rubbing over her back which soothes her even more in her dad’s hold. 

“We’re so proud of you,” her momma says softly, and she nuzzles her face into the expanse of her dad’s chest. “You’re only 14, yet you have the sharpest mind we’ve ever seen. We’ll always be so proud of you,”

“Yeah,” her dad says, who also presses a kiss to her forehead. “I know one day you’re going to be so successful,” 

Sage lifts her head to meet her dad’s gaze, who’s looking down at her with the softest look in his eyes. “Yeah?” She murmurs quietly, almost with the tone of a 5 year old Sage. 

“Yeah,” her dad says, and the way he says it with such conviction causes her chest to tighten. Her dad’s smile softens even more, and he gently tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I love you guys,” she says softly and buries her face back in her dad’s chest. She feels her momma gently wrapping one arm around her frame as she rests her head on her dad’s shoulder. 

“We love you too baby,” her momma whispers, and Sage melts in their hold. “We always will.” 

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specific tags for this fic: @maybankslover

tagging a few moots: @runningfrom2am / @ilyrafe / @zyafics / @nemesyaaa / @ladyinbl00d / @jjsbank444 / @b1mb0slvt / @maddsxfall / @congratsloserr / @maybejj

[outerfeathers-creates]

Wait theres ANOTHER Bob Velseb game 😳??????

if you're talking about Tender Lovin Cannibal, that exists but if you're talking about the Opposite Bob dating sim than no Opposite Bob does not have one (I wish lmfao)

[sematarygirls]

How did mean!pogue!reader and rafe met? I feel like even when they get tgt she’d def be #ihatemybffinalboss 😭 I love her characterrrrrr

⠀     ⠀⠀♯┆Mean!Pogue!Reader Meets Rafe.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎she is the pioneer of the #ihatemybf movement ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . violence, drinking, smoking.   ̼ ₊

THE BONFIRE CRACKLED, orange light dancing along the ground, casting shadows as it collided with the bodies of kooks and pogues alike. Music blared through the clearing, vibrating the ground as people danced and chatted. You were stood by the kegs, watching JJ do a kegstand with Kiara.

You snorted as JJ came down from the kegstand, stumbling slightly before throwing his arms up like he was a champion as he whooped loudly. "That’s gotta be, like, a world record or something," he slurred, grinning.

You scoffed, arms crossed as you shot Kiara a look that said you'd both be dragging his ass home by the end of the night. "Yeah, for killing the most brain cells in under a minute."

Kiara rolled her eyes, passing him a half-empty Solo cup that he'd bestowed upon her before attempting his stunt. "I give him ten minutes before he’s face down in the sand."

"Ten?" You raised a brow, eyeing him. "You’re being generous. I say five."

JJ pointed a finger between the two of you, swaying slightly. "No faith. No respect. I am a... legend—" He took a step, tripped over a log, and went sprawling into the sand.

You exchanged a look with Kiara before bursting into laughter. "Thirty seconds," she corrected, shaking her head.

"I just don't see what she sees in you," a nasally voice sneered from behind the three of you. JJ rolled over onto his back in the sand with a groan, looking towards the voice, your eyes following his.

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes as you saw Topper sauntering toward you with a cup in his hand, Rafe and Kelce watching from behind him with smirks on their faces. “And yet, here you are, breathing the same air as us. What, Figure Eight not fun enough for you?”

He scoffed. “I just don’t get it. Kiara could’ve had everything, but she threw it away to hang out with trash.”

There it was. The word that had you seeing red—trash.

Your fist swung before you could think twice, knuckles colliding with his jaw in a way that sent a shock up your arm. Topper stumbled back, cursing, but before he could even react, you shoved him, making him fall back due to his already unsteady feet, his back colliding with the sand and sending his beer all over him. "Run back home to mommy, Thornton.

Laughter rippled through the crowd, people gathering around to see what went down. Pogues cheered on, egging on the violence with shouts of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" while Kooks looked on with sneers, as if they'd expect no less from a Pogue, even though Topper was the one that had technically started it by running his mouth.

Topper groaned from the ground, rubbing his jaw as he glared up at you in a mix of disbelief and anger. "You crazy bitch!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Topper," you sneered, shaking out your hand. "You had that coming."

"The fuck is your problem?" A second voice cut through the crowd, stepping into the little circle that had been created. Rafe Cameron's blue eyes, filled with disdain, looked onto yours as he adjusted his backwards hat on his head.

"Got something to say, Cameron?" You asked. tilting your head and daring him to insult you like his little lapdog had. "Don't think I won’t knock you on your ass just like I did to your little boyfriend over there."

Rafe scoffed, taking a step closer into your personal space as if testing your boundaries. "You got a real mouth on you, Pogue," he spat the word "Pogue" like it was poison on his tongue, like it was a dirty word.

Your lips curled into a grin, unaffected by the venom in his voice. "And you got a real ego on you, Cameron." You your eyes scanned him for a moment, sizing him up before meeting his again, unwavering. "What, mad I hit your little bitch first?"

Rafe's jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He'd never hit a woman, but you made him really really want to. You two glared at each other, both of you daring the other to make the first move, your faces inches apart.

"Yo, are you two gonna fight or fuck!" Someone yelled, making the people snicker around you. The comment made your jaw clench, the idea of sleeping with Rafe of all people absolutely revolting.

"Sorry, I don't do charity work," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch. You'd definitely have to ice them as soon as you got out of here, but you were determined to not show weakness in front of Rafe.

"Trust me, even if I was desperate enough to fuck a pogue, it wouldn't be you," he rolled his eyes, though his ego took a little hit at your words. He wasn't used to being rejected by women, especially not Pogues, and especially not in front of a crowd.

Your fists balled up, opening your mouth to fire back a comment before Kiara grabbed your arm, tugging you away from him. "Let's just go. He's not worth it." You hesitated but nodded, knowing she was right. Topper was probably gonna run off and tell his mom about the fight, so it was in your best interest to get out of there without any more altercations.

"Yeah, that's right, run off!" He called after you, a victorious smirk on his face as he watched you retreat. It took everything in you not to turn around and punch that look off his face, but you somehow managed.

"This isn't over, Cameron," you spat, holding up your middle finger as you and Kiara helped JJ up and out of the crowd toward The Twinkie, which already had John B in the driver's seat.

Neither of you would get over this, and you both knew it

notes .ᐟ   and so began the mean!pogue!reader and rafe rivalry... not edited again 🙈

tags .ᐟ   @starkeysprincess / @cometmultiverse / @lovemesailor / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @ltristessedureratoujours

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[grapejuice32]

older!raf fingering florist!reader with daddy kink?

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: fingering, daddy kink (if you don't like it, don't read it)

word count: 1.2k + a/n: the daddy kink felt like the perfect move for florist and rafe, I hope you like it anon <3

You’d been pestering him all day, but it wasn’t your fault. The shop was closed for the day as you were waiting for more flowers and so Rafe said he would work from home to keep you company. It wasn’t your fault that you were feeling needy, and as your boyfriend, Rafe was supposed to give you attention and tend to you. Your head, fuzzy from the overwhelming ache in your core, wasn’t able to comprehend that he was busy and unable to give you attention. 

In a desperate act, you had gotten into your shared bed to take matter into your own hands. But no matter how much you rubbed your throbbing clit, you couldn’t bring yourself to the edge. It just didn’t feel as good as when Rafe touched you, even when you tried to mimic his actions from memory. You worked yourself to tears, still unable to cum and your clit just sore from your relentless rubbing. 

You got out of bed, clad only in a pair of cotton panties and one of his shirts that fell to the middle of your thighs. His door creaked open, and you stood in the doorway, face flushed and tears running down your cheeks. 

“Oh baby,” he looked up, brows furrowed in concern. He pushed his chair back from the desk to make room for you in his lap, “What’s goin’ on?” You couldn’t help the sob that came out of you as you climbed into his lap, straddling him and hiding your face in his neck. “Oh sweetheart, what happened?” He cooed, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, his other falling to your waist. 

“I can’t do it,” you whined, the skin of his neck becoming damp with your tears. 

He pressed a kiss to your temple, “Can’t do what, honey?” 

A frustrated sob ripped out of your throat as you spoke, “Can’t get myself off. Kept trying an’ trying but just can’t do it.” 

He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. He rocked you back and forth in his lap, well versed in how to calm you down from your tears. “ ‘m gonna finish up and then I’ll help you out, okay?” 

“Want you to help now,” you countered, your breath still catching as you calmed from your sobs. 

But he only shook his head, much to your dismay. “I need to finish this, and then I’ll help you.” The words were firm now, and it had tears rising to your eyes again. 

Your bottom lip trembled, “Please, daddy?” 

Rafe’s heart stopped dead in his chest at the name. He pulled back to look at you properly, his blue eyes gazing into your wide, tear lined eyes. He reached up to smooth your furrowed brows with his thumb and sighed as he properly took in the desperation in your eyes, “Get in bed and I’ll be there in a minute, okay?” 

Eagerly, you nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek before climbing out of his lap, all but running to the bedroom. He took a moment to calm himself, running a hand over his head as he replayed what you’d said in his head. He delayed his meetings for the day until tomorrow and got out of the ones that he wasn’t urgently needed in before he followed you to the bedroom. 

He found you sat on the edge of the bed, eyes wide and hopeful as you looked up at him. He sat down in the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs spread. “C’mere,” he beckoned, gesturing to his lap. 

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you moved to sit on his lap, but he tutted and positioned you the way he wanted you sat, your back to his chest and your legs spread and resting against his. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” He murmured softly, kissing your cheek as pulled your ruined underwear down your legs and threw it to the side. 

His fingers slowly trailed up the inside of your thigh, one hand resting on your thigh as his other came into contact with your swollen clit. You jolted at the contact, “Oh, baby. Y’so sensitive.” He commented as he started to trace slow circles on your clit. You could only whine, the feeling of his hands finally on you was more overwhelming than you’d thought it would be. “Got yourself really worked up, didn’t you?” 

You only nodded, your body fully melting into his as your mind clouded over now that he was taking care of you. “Please,” you breathed.

“Please, what?” He tried, wanting to hear you say it again. You frowned, not quite grasping what he wanted from you. “Please, what?” He repeated. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling embarrassed that you’d even called him that in the first place. “I don’t know,” you whispered unconvincingly.

“Yes, you do.” He nodded, encouraging you gently. “Please, what?” He asked again as he put more pressure on your clit. 

Your breath hitched, “Please, daddy?” 

A groan of satisfaction ripped from his throat, and he dipped two of his fingers into your opening. He kissed your cheek again, “So smart, baby.” The praise warmed your chest, your blood singing. “You gonna be good f’daddy now?” 

You nodded, “Yes.”

He paused his movements, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned as he began to rub your clit again.

“Good girl,” he hummed, slipping two of his fingers inside you, your neglected cunt clenching around him desperately. Your hips bucked up slightly, back arching as he curled his fingers. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him as he worked you towards the orgasm you so desperately needed at an alarming pace. 

You began to squirm in his hold, your hands wrapping around his wrist as he picked up the speed of his fingers. A cry left your lips, head thrown back onto his shoulder as you tried to get out of his hold, your oncoming orgasm leaving you overwhelmed. Rafe kept his hold on you, focused on the task at hand. “ ‘s okay baby, nearly there and you’re gonna feel better.” 

You could only nod, your toes curling as strings of moans fell from your parted lips. “Daddy, please, I’m –“ you were cut off as you moaned again, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers curled inside of you. 

“I know baby, ‘s okay.” He said, eyes trained on the sight of you clenching around his fingers. “Gonna cum f’me, yeah?” You nodded, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist. “That’s my girl. C’mon, cum for daddy.” 

You cried out, the words alone throwing you over the edge, your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you at full force, filling your body with white hot pleasure. He worked you through it, his fingers moving at a slow pace as you came down from the high. “Too much,” you panted, pushing his hand away. 

He stilled, slowly withdrawing his hand from you, his fingers wet with your release. Rafe brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning off your juices before speaking, “Feel better now?” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, breathing still heavy and eyes half-lidded. He only nodded, his hands running up and down your legs to help calm you. “You didn’t um, you didn’t think that it was weird? What I called you?”

He shook his head, “ ‘Course not, sweetheart. I liked it.” He assured, shifting his hips to get comfortable, his bulge brushing against your back to show just how much he liked it. 

[maybanksprincess]

babes ilysm, and im jj deprived of fics (specifically, dom mean jj x sweet girl innocent reader) how do you think jj would be with sweet girl if he was rough fucking her in missionary holding her hand but like his other hand has his fingers in her mouth while shes overstimulated

ugh ilysm more and this idea, im so turned on. i need this so bad 😩

jj would be fucking into you deep, your freshly painted toes thrown over his broad shoulders, as he buries his dick deep inside of you.

he would be burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, then almost pulling out completely, before slamming back in.

one of his ringed hands would be intertwined with yours, the other occupied with two of his fingers down your throat, listening to you gag and gurgle around them as he slams into you over and over again.

you had already came twice, but he wanted to see just how far he could push you. he fucked you into a third orgasm, your pussy already sensitive from his huge cock bullying your hole.

tears spill from your eyes as he keeps fucking you over and over, pathetic whimpers falling from around jjs fingers. he can tell your getting close by the way your walls clench around him, and he speeds up his pace, rolling his hips deeper into you.

he would be like "cmon mama, you can take it. jus' one more, hm? last one, i promise." he squeezes your hand as he continues to rut into you relentlessly.

your pussy convulses around him, and he feels a gush of liquid coat his balls, following your loud moan around his fingers.

he finishes inside the condom, and then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, patting your cheek twice with his wet hand. "good girl." he says with his signature smirk, before rolling the condom off.

[angel06babysworld]

reader visiting her husband at the hospital so he can do her check-up but she just can't stop giggling all the timeee and he's like "what the hell is that funny, huh?" 😭

doctor!rafe x gf!reader

Slow Pulse

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The paper on the exam table crinkles beneath her as she swings her legs, hands folded neatly in her lap, cheeks pink with a barely-there grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Rafe glances up from the tablet in his hand, one brow raised.

“You’ve been giggling for the last five minutes,” he says, flat. “What the hell is so funny?”

She tries to bite it back, but it slips out anyway—a little breathy laugh that makes his eyes narrow.

“Nothing,” she chirps.

“Bullshit.”

Her eyes widen, mock-offended. “You’re swearing in front of a patient?”

He shuts the tablet with a sigh and sets it down on the counter. “You are not just a patient, and you are definitely up to something.”

“I just think it’s funny,” she says innocently, poking at the edge of the paper gown wrapped loosely around her shoulders, “that you have to be all serious and doctor-y while I’m sitting here half-naked.”

He gives her a long look. “That’s the job.”

“But you’re my boyfriend.”

“And you have a blood pressure reading I still need to take.”

She giggles again, leaning back slightly like she’s enjoying the power of making him twitch. “Do I make you nervous, Dr. Cameron?”

He exhales through his nose, jaw tightening as he picks up the cuff. “No. You make me regret letting you book through the front desk like a normal patient.”

“But I am a normal patient. Who also happens to know what you look like naked.”

He presses the cuff around her arm with a little more tension than necessary, which only makes her grin harder.

“Behave,” he warns.

“Or what?”

He doesn’t answer. Just clicks the monitor on and watches the numbers rise, muttering, “Swear to God, if you’re giggling during your pelvic exam, I’m writing you up.”

She throws her head back and laughs, and even Rafe can’t fight the smile pulling at his lips.

God help him, he’s so in love with her.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @icversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby

[er1nne]

hellooo!

no pressure at all, but i was just wondering if there’s going to be a continuation for “the interview with drew goes viral” (after the part 2)

i really love your writing :)

hope you’re doing okay, have a nice weekend!

drew starkey x reader

summary: it’s been weeks since the interview blew over, and your mornings have finally settled back into something quiet. but one ordinary coffee run at your usual hour turns into something you didn’t see coming.

warnings : none just standard fluff, banner by @anitalenia

word count : about 2k, give or take a few words

author's note : i loveee getting request y'all pretty please send more. hope you all enjoy, lol was not expecting this to be a series but i don't mind

(do not copy or plagarize, original work)

it’s been weeks since the interview. weeks since your phone stopped vibrating with notifications, since your face stopped showing up uninvited in other people’s stories. the buzz has settled, the comments slowed, and your life, somehow, stitched itself back into a quieter rhythm.

the world moved on. it always does. even viral moments, no matter how loud, eventually quiet down. you started sleeping with your phone on do not disturb again, started opening apps without fear of your own face popping up. even the coffee shop barista had stopped asking, “was that really you with drew starkey?” every time you came in for your usual.

and you hadn’t thought about him in at least… a day.

okay, maybe a few hours.

fine. maybe that morning. but in your defense, his voice was everywhere—an ad here, a podcast there, some new trailer playing on loop in the background while you folded your laundry. the internet might’ve let go, but your algorithm definitely hadn’t. and besides, it’s not like you were holding onto anything. it was just a moment. a clip. a like.

nothing more.

you’d replayed it a few times in your head, sure. but only because it was weird, right? not because you were obsessing. not because you could still hear the way he’d said, “you’re good at this,” like it wasn’t just a compliment but a fact. like he knew you needed to hear it. like he meant it.

you told yourself it was all part of the job. the electricity, the nerves, the almost-flirtation that slipped between the cracks of professionalism. actors were trained to charm, and you were trained to stay grounded. or at least, you were trying to be.

still, there were moments—quiet ones, like when you brushed your teeth or rode the bus home from work—where his voice would creep back in. soft. sure. unshakable.

you knew better than to read into it. you did.

and yet.

the bell above the café door jingles as you step inside, the smell of roasted beans and sugar instantly warming your senses. you shuffle into line, tugging your hoodie up slightly and rubbing your hands together. it’s cold, and your brain is foggy from staying up too late scrolling through job emails and watching old episodes of reality tv you swore you’d quit. you’re here out of habit more than anything—this place is your go-to around 9am, that perfect pocket of time when there’s just enough people to feel like a soft buzz of life, but not so many that it’s overwhelming. not so few that it’s awkward if you drop your phone or your charger clatters to the floor. it’s the kind of space where you can blend in, plug in, get things done, maybe eavesdrop a little if you’re bored. you’re already rehearsing your order in your head and wondering if you should finally cave and try the seasonal flavor everyone’s been raving about.

your phone buzzes once in your pocket. some newsletter you forgot to unsubscribe from. you ignore it.

the person in front of you is taking their sweet time deciding between hot and iced, and you sway gently on your heels, eyes scanning the chalkboard menu as if it’s changed since yesterday.

you’re not thinking about him. not really.

okay, maybe a little. maybe there’s a flicker of him in the back of your mind, tucked between thoughts of oat milk and how long it’ll take your laptop to update. but not enough to matter. not enough to make your heart jump.

not until you catch a glimpse of him.

at first, it doesn’t register. there’s a table by the window, and someone’s sitting there—hood pulled low, head tilted down, a book open in one hand and a to-go cup in the other. you glance past him and then back again. your brain hiccups.

holy shit.

no. it couldn’t be.

except it is.

your feet stop moving. your breath forgets how to do its job.

drew starkey. in your coffee shop. the coffee shop you frequent every day like clockwork at 9 am. He's never been here at 9 am. like the universe just spun the wheel of chaos and landed on the most improbable option.

he doesn’t see you. not yet. and you don’t move. don’t breathe. don’t blink.

you consider leaving for a fraction of a millisecond. backing out the door, disappearing into the street like a ghost. but your feet are cement, your curiosity louder than your fear. you’re here now. and so is he.

and if this is just a coincidence—some glitch in the matrix—you’re not going to be the one who turns away first.

your heart drums against your ribs as you take one careful step forward, then another, trying to act normal—even though your version of normal currently includes borderline hyperventilating in line for caffeine.

you glance back toward the window. he’s still there. still tucked into the corner like a secret. hood still low, but his profile is unmistakable now that you’ve seen it—strong jaw, slight scruff, eyes flicking over the page like he’s reading but not really reading. his fingers tap against the side of his cup, and you can tell from the way he shifts in his seat that he’s not used to being still for long.

you wonder what he’s doing here.

this place is your 9 a.m. ritual spot—just enough of a crowd to not feel awkward, but not so many people that it turns into a social circus. it’s the kind of place where dropping your phone or spilling your coffee isn’t met with a spotlight. just a few regulars, some tired students, a playlist that never changes. it’s your hideaway in the chaos.

but him?

he doesn’t belong in a 9 a.m. scene. not because he’s out of place, but because you know he’s never here then. you would’ve noticed. you would’ve noticed.

you’ve heard from the staff—overheard, really—that he pops in sometimes. usually around 11, sometimes at 6. always late, always off-peak, when the shop is practically empty and nobody’s around to squeal or ask for photos. he slips in, grabs his drink, and slips out like a shadow. no fanfare. no trace.

but he’s here now.

and just as you’re wondering why, he lifts his head.

and sees you.

his eyes lock on yours almost instantly, like some part of him had already known you were there. the recognition flickers in his expression—first surprise, then something softer. and then he smiles. slow. cheeky. warm.

you swear your knees actually weaken a little.

he raises a hand, not waving exactly—more like a casual, almost shy acknowledgement, like you’re an old friend he’s bumping into on accident. except you’re not friends. not really. just an interviewer who went viral. a stranger with a mic.

you consider pretending not to see him. just ordering your drink and slipping into a corner, like you do every morning.

but then he stands.

and your brain short-circuits.

he pulls his hood a little lower, adjusting the bill of his cap as he walks over, glancing around like he’s making sure no one else has clocked him. when he finally stops in front of you, it’s like the whole room gets quieter.

“hey,” he says, voice low and almost bashful. there’s a smirk playing on his lips, but his hands are in his hoodie pockets like he’s trying not to fidget. “you always come this early?”

you blink. for a second, you’re sure you heard him wrong. your mind scrambles, trying to reconcile the fact that drew starkey—drew starkey—remembers you. remembers this. it had been one interview. one night. the clip hadn’t even gone viral. you weren’t even sure he’d looked at you long enough to lock in your name, let alone your routine.

the surprise must flicker across your face, because his smirk curves up a little more—sharper now, like he caught you off guard on purpose. your breath catches. he remembers me.

you try to play it off, smoothing your expression as your voice finally catches up. “uh—yeah. yeah, every morning. kind of my ritual.”

he nods, shifting on his feet. “i figured. i’ve been coming later. eleven-ish. or evenings. easier to go unnoticed.”

you raise a brow, teasing. “guess you didn’t expect to get caught slippin’ today, huh?”

his grin grows, sheepish but not embarrassed. “nah. i was feelin’ risky.” he leans in a little, voice dropping like he’s telling a secret. “figured i’d finally see what the hype was about with the early crowd.”

you laugh, more at the way he says it than the actual words. it bubbles up, unfiltered, and his eyes linger—like he’s trying to memorize the sound in real time. there’s something kind in the way he looks at you. focused. like the rest of the world blurs a little when you’re the one in front of him.

“well,” you say, arms folding loosely in front of your chest, “i’m flattered that my caffeine schedule is what convinced you.”

he shrugs, leaning back just slightly, but the smile stays. “it wasn’t just that.”

your heart stutters. something warm spreads across your chest like sunlight through fogged-up glass. the moment stretches, held by something invisible and quiet between you.

he tilts his head, then gestures with a chin nod toward the counter. “you got a second? i was just about to order another. figured we could… catch up?”

you nod before your brain even has time to catch up. “yeah. yeah, sure.”

“cool,” he says, already turning toward the register before looking back. “what’s your order? i’ll grab it.”

“you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” and there’s no hesitation. no performance in it. just the kind of soft insistence that makes your stomach dip.

you tell him your order—your usual—and he repeats it under his breath with a little grin, like he’s pocketing it somewhere in the back of his mind for later. when he steps up to order, you catch yourself smiling. like, really smiling. and the worst part is, you can’t even pretend to be annoyed about it.

he returns a few minutes later, balancing two cups and the smallest possible smirk.

“hope i got it right,” he says, handing you your drink. “this place has a million milk options. i panicked.”

you take a sip, trying not to look too delighted. “nailed it.”

he looks stupidly proud of himself. “guess i gotta come earlier more often.”

you raise a brow. “what, just in case i’m here?”

he holds your gaze, lips quirking. “i mean, clearly the early crowd has its perks.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s hopeless. you’re already cheesing. just a little.

the two of you settle into a table in the corner—your usual one, and he doesn’t even ask before gravitating toward it. the conversation is easy, smoother than you remembered, even with the chaos of the last few weeks between you. he tells you about a new role, you mention something vague about work, and then suddenly you’re laughing again—at something dumb he said, or maybe just the way he said it.

you glance over your cup, trying to hide your grin. “you really don’t mind being seen like this? just… out in public? with me?”

he shrugs, glancing around. no cameras. no whispers. just the quiet murmur of people too busy living to notice anything out of place.

“it’s not so bad,” he says. “kind of nice, actually.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he says, eyes on yours. “besides, if i get caught, i’ll just say i was here for the coffee. or…” he pauses, leaning back a little, like he’s testing the waters. “maybe i’ll say i was here for the girl who always comes at nine.”

and that’s it.

that’s the line that gets you.

because it’s dumb. and bold. and a little bit cheesy. but it’s him. and it’s real. and it’s the exact kind of moment you’ll end up thinking about later—when you’re brushing your teeth, or walking home, or lying awake at 2 a.m. wondering when the shift happened. when something that started as a clip turned into a conversation, and now maybe something a little more.

you look at him over the lid of your cup, warmth blooming in your cheeks.

ahh got it! let’s flip the tone to match that dynamic—she’s the regular, he’s the one switching it up for her. here’s a revised version that keeps it cute and slightly cheesy, but true to their roles:

“guess you might have to start showing up at nine more often.”

his smile tugs up slow, like he’s trying not to make it obvious how much he likes the idea.

“yeah… i’m starting to think nine might be my new favorite hour.”

he glances at you over his cup, eyes warm.

“funny how that works.”

[st4rfckerz]

can you do puppy reader x rafe

i got a little carried away only because this was already kinda in my brain 🤭

The house was alive with music and chatter, a steady pulse of bass thudding beneath the lively hum of voices. Every room seemed packed, from the kitchen where drinks were being poured, to the living room where groups of friends huddled together and chatted amongst themselves. It was the kind of party that felt electric, but also just a little too chaotic if you stayed in one spot for too long.

You stood with your friends near the back door, laughing at a joke you barely caught. Your gaze flickered to the crowded kitchen, then to the hallway leading to the garage. The noise was starting to get to you— not in a bad way, but enough to make you crave a moment of quiet. Besides, you’d noticed the fridge out in the garage earlier and figured it might hold a drink better than whatever lukewarm mystery concoction was in your red cup.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, flashing your friends a quick smile before slipping away.

The hallway was a welcome contrast, cooler and quieter with the party’s chaos muffled by the walls. You opened the door to the garage, stepping into the dimly lit space. It smelled faintly of motor oil and old cardboard, and the air carried a slight chill. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying just enough to cast faint, moving shadows over the cluttered shelves and scattered tools.

You made your way to the fridge in the corner, pulling the door open to reveal a bounty of drinks— sodas, bottles of water, a few beers tucked into the side racks. The cool air was refreshing against your skin, and for a moment, you just stood there, soaking in the calm and scanning the shelves.

The moment didn’t last long. Behind you, the soft creak of the garage door made you stiffen slightly, your hand pausing mid-reach.

Rafe stood there with the easy confidence of someone who always felt like they owned the room, even the dingy garage. His hands were tucked into his pockets, one shoulder pressed against the doorframe, and his sharp blue eyes were fixed on you. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he tilted his head slightly, studying you.

“How’d you get in here?” he asked, his voice low but carrying enough edge to make your stomach flip.

You straightened your composure, clutching the cool aluminum of the soda in your hand. “Kitty let me in,” you said matter-of-factly, shrugging as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Rafe’s smirk deepened, the shadows shifting across his face as he pushed off the doorframe and took a slow step toward you. “Kitty, huh?” he drawled, his tone somewhere between amused and skeptical. “Guess she’s just letting anybody in these days.”

The cool can in your hand grounded you as you moved toward the door, intent on slipping past Rafe without giving him the satisfaction of a reply.

But he didn’t make it that easy.

Just as you reached him, Rafe shifted, his broad frame blocking the doorway entirely. His arm stretched out lazily, his hand gripping the edge of the doorframe. The motion was casual, but his stance made it clear he wasn’t letting you leave just yet.

“Where you goin’? I’m still talkin’ to you.” His free hand shot out, catching the edge of the garage door. With a deliberate pull, he swung it shut, the soft click of the latch sealing you in. The sudden quiet felt heavier now, the distant thrum of music muffled behind the walls.

Rafe leaned back against the closed door, arms crossing lazily over his chest. He gave you that same maddening smirk, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “Relax,” he drawled. “Just figured we could finish our little chat without an audience.”

“There wasn’t a chat,” you shot back, your tone sharper now. “And there’s nothing to finish.”

But Rafe didn’t seem fazed. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’ve seen you around, you know,” he said casually, like he wasn’t cornering you in a garage. “You’re the one that’s always followin’ that John B around like a lost puppy.”

The mention of the name made you pause. Your eyebrows knit together as you looked up at him, trying to gauge where this was going. “And?” you prompted, crossing your arms defensively.

Rafe leaned against the closed door, one hand idly brushing against the frame as he watched you. “And,” he said, drawing the word out slowly, “I’m just saying, you could do a lot better.”

The statement hung in the air, heavy and deliberate.

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, your voice dripping with disbelief. Rafe’s jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, a storm of frustration brewing just beneath the surface. Before you could react, he stepped forward, his hand pressing firmly against your shoulder and guiding you backward until your back hit the cold, hard wall of the garage.

Your breath hitched as the cool surface sent a jolt up your spine. The drink in your hand threatened to slip as your fingers tightened around it, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Rafe's breath was warm against your skin as he loomed closer, his hand resting on the wall beside your head, his body pressing just enough into yours that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

His eyes searched yours, intense, unrelenting, and then his voice dropped to a low, almost predatory whisper. “You don't have to settle for him, you know,” he murmured, his words brushing over your skin like a caress. “I could make you feel so better than John B ever could.”

His hand shifted, slowly, and he let his fingertips graze the side of your arm. Your skin prickled with tension as his hand traced a line down your waist. Rafe smiled as he leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous. “I know what you need,” he whispered, his gaze flicking between your lips and eyes, watching your every reaction with a mix of curiosity and something darker. “And it's not him.”

Rafe’s hand lingered for a moment longer on your body, the heat of his touch still searing your skin as his gaze held yours, intense and calculating. With a slow, deliberate movement, he stepped back. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes still followed your every move.

You didn’t waste another second. The moment Rafe stepped aside, you quickly moved toward the door. Just as you reached the doorframe, Rafe’s voice called out, sharp and commanding, breaking the heavy silence between you both.

“Hey.”

You froze, your hand still gripping the door handle.

“Just think about it, okay?” his tone dark and almost amused, like he knew exactly how much his words were affecting you.

You could feel the heat of his presence, even with your back turned. Without another word, without giving yourself a chance to reconsider, you swung the door open, rushing back to the party.