cameronsdearest

[cameronsdearest]

LETS GOOO??

you’re his assistant, his right hand, the one who knows the passcodes and the coffee order and where the bodies are buried—figuratively…you think.

grrrrr this trope i love so much i genuinely need this to be me right now.

not because you’re trying to look seductive or use sex to your advantage, but because mr. cameron ignores the thermostat after 5:00.

wait so real because why do men actually like not give a gaf about how hot a room is

he doesn’t nod, just steps back, runs a hand through his buzzed hair. “then get on with it.”

hes kinda annoying i want to hit him but i like it...

for a man who’s mastered restraint—boardrooms, bloodlines, billion dollar deals—it should be nothing. you should be nothing.

PFHFHT sorry im fighting a big fat grin atm

DUE DILIGENCE ~ CHAPTER ONE

wallstreet!rafe x assistant!reader | warnings: power imbalance, emotionally repressed man with control issues, slow burn, minor language

you’ve been working for rafe cameron for five months. five months of tight deadlines, tighter skirts, and even tighter self control. you haven’t touched him, not even once, but you’ve felt him. through his glances, through the way he stands behind you during meetings, through the silence that thickens when it’s just the two of you in the elevator.

the firm is an empire—cameron capital partners, private equity royalty. and you? you’re his assistant, his right hand, the one who knows the passcodes and the coffee order and where the bodies are buried—figuratively…you think.

it’s just after ten. the building is quiet as the city continues to move from the outside. you’re the only person still at your desk, apart from the cleaning crew and the ghost of whatever soul rafe devoured before lunch.

you’re used to being the last one in the office. it’s not heroic, it’s survival. mr. cameron doesn’t ask you to stay late, he expects it. just like his father drilled into his head when he was like you—young, passionate, ready to conquer.

the overhead fluorescents hum, and you clench your eyes shut. you hate them. not only because of the grueling headaches they cause, but because the glow makes everything look jaundiced: your hands, your half full coffee, the corners of the spreadsheet you’ve been dragging formulas across since six.

your phone buzzes with a message from rafe. it’s short, concise, absent of any personality. of course. you stare at the bold lettering like it owes you something.

boardroom. 5 minutes. bring the deck.

you exhale through your nose, shut your laptop, and grab the stack of printouts you weren’t supposed to be finalizing tonight. the boardroom is dark when you get there, like it forgot anyone would still be working. he’s at the far end, blazer draped over the chair beside him, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, no tie. he looks less like a ceo and more like a crime scene waiting to happen.

you place the printouts in front of him, fingers brushing the table a little too loud in the quiet. “i added the macallan notes,” you say. “and cleaned up slide eleven. legal signed off an hour ago.”

he doesn’t look at you right away. just flips a page. “wasn’t your job to fix slide eleven.”

“i know.”

silence fills the room like an elephant. you tug at your white blouse—the first few buttons of the fitted top undone. not because you’re trying to look seductive or use sex to your advantage, but because mr. cameron ignores the thermostat after 5:00.

he finally glances up. “you don’t have to clean up after other people’s incompetence.”

you blink. that almost sounded like concern. that is if he is capable of harboring another emotion besides indifference. “i’d rather fix it than let you walk into a pitch with a typo,” you say, voice even. “call it self preservation.”

that earns you the ghost of a smirk. it was faint, gone in a second. he nods once, stands, gathers the deck, and his phone. his 6’3 figure towers over you. he looks down upon you, eyes flickering to your undone shirt. he swallows harshly. “you unbuttoned your shirt?” he asks, voice like gravel. suddenly his pants are a size too small. he turns his head to avoid gawking at your cleavage.

you hesitate, “it’s warm in here.” you shrug, arms crossing over your chest at the sudden shift.

“button it back up.” he doesn’t ask, he commands. “i can’t have people thinking my assistant is an escort.”

your stomach tightens. the agitation is evident in your brow. “who’s going to think that?” you ask with a scoff, “the cleaning crew?”

“the reputation of my company doesn’t go unnoticed after hours, miss. y/l/n.” he snaps, eyes boring into yours like lasers. “now button up before i do it for you.”

a huff leaves your lips, but you do so without another word. you turn, heels clicking as you walk away. “you say nothing about my skirt, but a few buttons throw you off.” you mutter under your breath. it wasn’t meant for him. although, not much gets past him.

“what did you say?” his voice slices through the quiet like broken glass—sharp, gleaming, dangerous.

your movements halt. for a second, the hum of the fluorescents is the only thing that dares to speak. you stay facing forward, count three breaths. then, slowly, you pivot.

in two strides, he’s in front of you again. rafe cameron, six-foot-something of expensive wrath and god complex, with eyes like they were carved from something cruel. he’s too close.

you keep your gaze just south of his. you don’t flinch, but your jaw ticks, and that’s enough to give you away. “nothing,” you say, finally, counting the pinstripes on his suit like rosary beads. you don’t apologize and he doesn’t ask again.

his stare lingers too long, and you hate that your body knows the heat of it now, recognizes the pressure like second nature, like muscle memory. you tug your blouse tighter at the collar, your fingers ghosting the fabric. he has the upper hand—he always does. you’re merely faking it.

“you wear skirts like that and think no one notices?” he says, and it’s not a compliment. it’s barely a question, more of a blade sheathed in silk.

“i think it’s none of your business,” you answer, and your voice is quiet, but not meek. it makes his mouth twitch. one wrong response could mean game over. it risks destroying everything you’ve worked for.

“everything in this building is my business.”

you raise an eyebrow. “even the hemline of your assistant’s wardrobe?”

he says nothing, but his silence says more. it always does. you’re both suspended in something unspeakable. the elevator dings in the distance, but neither of you moves. it’s late. you’re tired. this has veered dangerously off course and yet, somehow, it feels like it was always going to come to this.

you break the stare first. “you wanted me to walk you through the deck,” you say. “not critique my wardrobe.”

he doesn’t nod, just steps back, runs a hand through his buzzed hair. “then get on with it.”

it’s colder in the boardroom now, or maybe that’s just you. you speak like nothing happened. like your blouse didn’t become a battleground. like his words didn’t coil around your throat like a leash.

you flip through the presentation, each page crisp, polished. you nail every question. you’ve never missed a beat in front of him, and you won’t start now. when you finish, he leans against the table, crosses his arms.

“good work,” he says and it’s so anticlimactic it almost makes you laugh.

you nod. “i’ll make the final revisions and upload it to the shared folder.”

he doesn’t answer right away. just watches you gather your things. and then, so soft you almost miss it, he mumbles, “you shouldn’t stay this late alone.”

your eyes flick up. “company policy?”

his jaw flexes. “common sense.”

where was that sense ten minutes ago? your fingers tighten around the papers. every muscle in your body tightens with frustration. you give him a tight-lipped smile. then you leave and you don’t look back. if you weren’t afraid of being ruined, you’d slap him right there, quit, and then spit on his name plate as you left the building. instead, you walk toward the elevator.

it isn’t until you’re downstairs that your phone buzzes again with a calendar alert. he’s scheduled a meeting with you. it’s early, before the floor even fills, before the office walls are bouncing with phone calls and rustling papers.

7:45 am

subject line: “deck review.”

no location. no notes.

you stare at it longer than you should, thumb hovering over the screen like maybe you’ll reread it, like maybe the subject line might change. it doesn’t.

deck review. 7:45 am.

your lips curl—just barely. it’s not really a smile, not in the full sense of the word. more like a crack in the armor. a glitch in your restraint. the kind of reaction that shouldn’t exist at the end of a day like this, after a conversation like that.

you slip your phone into your pocket, fingers slow, deliberate. then smooth your blouse, twice, like it’ll wipe off the heat of the boardroom, the look he gave you, the threat disguised as a favor.

you tell yourself it’s just a meeting. just a routine that he’d do with anyone. but your chest feels tight, and your hands won’t stop moving.

he watches you vanish through the lobby glass, all sharp heels and too bright blouse and that storm still sitting in your eyes. he doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just watches. for a man who’s mastered restraint—boardrooms, bloodlines, billion dollar deals—it should be nothing. you should be nothing. but there’s this flicker in his jaw, this twitch in his hand. like his body knows what his mind won’t admit yet—he’s already ruined.

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[cameronsdearest]

wahhhhhhh i wish tokidoki made phone hippers :((

[cameronsdearest]

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[cameronsdearest]

PLSLSLS ICANT BREATHEE RIGHTNOWOWOW

omg frat!rafe does things to my fucking BRAIN.

Kelce doesn’t even glance up from the slice of cold pizza in his hand, eyes glued on his own phone as he continues to aimlessly swipe right. “He’s on her IG again.”

he’s so fucking WHIPPED I LOVE IT!!!!

“Stop bein’ a bitch, Top,” Rafe hums against your lips, shifting just enough to tear the blanket from his grip, tossing it over your shoulders like you intended.

sorry but excessive pda is my favorite thing in the world and the dialogue is SO GOOD LMFAOO

“You think they’re fucking on the steps?”

“Fifty-fifty,” Kelce mumbles.

i actually laughed out loud but no literally i wouldn’t even wait to get in a room i would POUNCEE ON THAT.

okay i need to calm down for a moment because the audacity for you to hit me with this?? frat!rafe, a BUNCH of pda, and topper with kelce present in ONE post?? wow just wow.

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+18 -> smut | Rafe locks in on you the second you walk in. Doesn’t care who’s around. And when you’re finally alone, he doesn’t hold back.

c/w: excessive pda, public teasing, voyeurism, oral sex (female receiving), semi-public fingering, praise kink/dirty talk, possessive!rafe, alcohol mentioned, mild humiliation + teasing <- from the boys toward rafe, pet names, dom!rafe/sub!reader, mentions of cum tasting (<- his + hers), overstim + unprotected p in v

It’s one of those slow, pointless afternoons where nobody has anything better to do than drink, talk shit, and pretend the boredom hasn’t already set in. The frat house looks like hell—crushed White Claw cans scattered across the rug, a pizza box flopped open on the coffee table, ESPN muted in the background per usual.

Rafe’s slouched deep in the couch cushions, phone in hand, that smug half-smile tugging at his mouth.

Topper leans over and squints. “You seriously smilin’ at your phone right now?”

Kelce doesn’t even glance up from the slice of cold pizza in his hand, eyes glued on his own phone as he continues to aimlessly swipe right. “He’s on her IG again.”

Rafe doesn’t deny it. Just keeps scrolling, grinning like a man who knows he’s winning.

“She posted, like, five minutes ago,” Topper groans, dragging out the words. “Give the girl a second to breathe, Rafey.”

Rafe rolls his eyes and snorts out a lazy laugh. “Cry about it. Not my fault your girls aren’t hot.”

Someone pops a beer open behind him, another fake coughs into a Solo cup, “Whipped.”

Rafe yawns and flips them off lazily without even glancing away.

“Lacey says they just pulled up,” Topper mutters, and that gets Rafe moving.

He springs up like someone hit fast-forward, dropping his phone to the couch without a second thought. Runs a quick hand through his hair, smooths out his shirt, checks his reflection in the TV screen like it’s a mirror.

Kelce glances at him sideways. “You fixin’ your hair right now?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe mumbles right as the front door creaks open.

A wave of laughter spills in before anyone even steps through—heels hitting the floor, voices overlapping, that whirlwind of energy girls always bring with them. It trails in like perfume, loud and magnetic, dragging every guy in the room into its pull.

Everyone looks up. Rafe doesn’t even wait to see you. He hears your voice and he’s already turning your way.

Then you appear, laughing at something one of the girls said, and whatever tension was bracing his shoulders evaporates. His whole posture shifts. That cocky frat-boy energy softens, just a little.

“There she is,” he mutters under his breath, voice dipping low as he steps into your space. “Co’mere.”

Rafe pulls you in, lifting you off the ground, face buried in your neck as he holds you for a moment. He rests you on your feet, not letting you go far. His hands roam down your back—one anchoring you to him, the other low, fingers spreading wide across your ass.

When he finally pulls back, that grin is still there—lazy and smug. He gives you a once-over, slow and greedy, then tugs your hand and pulls you toward the couch.

He drops back into his seat, legs spread wide, and without missing a beat, pulls you onto his lap.

You straddle him easily, arms sliding around his neck, knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips. Your chest brushes his; Rafe’s hands finding your thighs, gliding up so high it’s a miracle anyone in the room is still pretending not to watch.

“Shit,” he says, kind of breathless, fingers in your hair before his hand settles at your jaw. “Look at you. You’re driving me fucking crazy and I don’t even think you know it.”

You smile, letting your lips barely graze his. “You’re such a flirt.”

He laughs under his breath, eyes dropping to what you’re wearing. “Yeah? Then be honest—or lie. Tell me this wasn’t for me. Tell me you didn’t know exactly what you were doin’.”

The groans around the room start immediately. “You’re sooo pretty, Kelce,” Topper mocks, clutching his heart dramatically.

“Ugh, Top, don’t give me hope,” Kelce fires back through a breathy whine, earning a round of laughter from the boys and your friends.

Rafe doesn’t so much as blink. His hands slide all over your skin like he’s got no plans to stop, fingers digging into your waist before squeezing your ass. You giggle, cheeks heating up from the attention, but it doesn’t stop you from leaning in.

“Everyone’s staring,” you whisper, breath hot against his ear.

“Figures,” Rafe mutters, nuzzling along your cheek. “Like I give a fuck. You do, princess?”

His lips find yours. The kind of kiss that makes the whole room fade away. You let out a little sigh, and he deepens it, fingers tangling in your hair while the other hand works up your back, holding you there, refusing to let you pull away, like you ever would.

You reach over, grabbing the corner of a blanket, yanking it closer, needing something to close you off from the rest of the room— “Hey, that’s mine,” Topper scoffs, tugging the blanket back, but you’re already laughing too hard to care; too wrapped up in Rafe’s mouth and the way he’s looking at you to give a shit.

“Stop bein’ a bitch, Top,” Rafe hums against your lips, shifting just enough to tear the blanket from his grip, tossing it over your shoulders like you intended.

And before you can even react his hand slips between your thighs. You gasp, body jerking slightly as his fingers press against your soaked lace panties.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, grinning as he hooks the fabric to the side and glides through your slickness. “You missed me that bad, huh?”

He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks them clean, eyes locked on yours.

“Yo,” Kelce says, shaking his head with a laugh. “Seriously? Right in front of us?”

Rafe just shrugs, eyes still on you like no one else is in the room. “Yeah. And?”

He leans in, kisses you slow, tongue slipping past your lips so you taste yourself on him. Then he pulls back just a little, voice rough and low. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine—”

“Y’all are disgusting,” Topper groans from somewhere behind you as your lips part and Rafe swallows your gentle moan.

“I’m yours,” you say softly.

His hand slips under your shirt, gliding along your lower back, fingertips skating just high enough to make you shift closer.

He grits his teeth, breath catching as you move. “Don’t fuckin’ tease me.”

“You started it,” you murmur, dragging your nails through his hair.

The bulge in his jeans presses right against your sex; your hips rock, just a little, and then again. You look at him lovingly, watching how he reacts—his eyes falling into a lusty daze, lips parting just slightly like he’s trying to play it cool but failing. He’s so hard it’s almost cruel not to.

“You tryin’ to start somethin��� in front of everybody?” He murmurs against your skin, voice dark with warning.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Kelce mumbles, not even bothering to hide the bitterness in his tone.

“— And it sure as hell won’t be the last,” Rafe adds, hand sliding up your thigh like he owns you. “Ain’t stoppin’ now.”

“This is just them,” your friend says, not even bothering to look up from her drink. “You act like it’s a crime to be happy in front of you.”

Kelce rolls his eyes, and someone else cuts in with a laugh. “Your jealousy’s showing, Kelc. It’s loud. Do you need us to set you up with someone? Do you need a wingwoman? We know Top’s not helping you in that department—”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“I’m just sayin’ there’s a time and a place,” Kelce adds.

“Oh my God,” your friend groans.

“You two are gonna die alone,” another girl laughs, tossing popcorn in Kelce’s direction. “Clutching your dick in one hand and you v-card in the other—”

“WE LITERALLY HAD SEX LAST NIGHT!” He croaks in reply, voice cracking as a dark smile spreads across your friends face.

“I don’t know that doesn’t sound like somethin’ I’d do,” she replies.

“Sounds like a lie to me, Kelc,” Rafe laughs against your lips.

“It’s not a lie,” he mumbles against the rim of his drink.

“Y’all got no idea what it’s like,” Rafe adds, hand skating under the blanket, voice dipped in that rich Southern drawl. “To have somebody like this and know she’s just as obsessed as you are—”

“Fuckin’ gross,” Topper scoffs. “Who are you? And where have you taken our boy?”

“Right here, buddy,” Rafe smiles as he grabs your ass, jiggling your skin under the blanket as you giggle against his skin. “For a few more seconds hopefully. I don’t know how much more of this teasin’ I can take.”

“Just askin’ for a little restraint, Cameron. You’re givin’ the boys a bad name.”

“Is he still talkin’?” Rafe tilts his head, brow raised, eyes glinting.

“He says you need to restrain yourself,” you sigh as you play with his hair.

“You’re sittin’ in my lap smilin’ like that, dressed like this and he expects restraint?” He breathes. That earns a giggle from you as you wrap your hands around his neck, pressing your body flush with his. Rafe adjusts slightly brushing your breasts with his broad, muscular chest. “I’m gonna be hard all fuckin’ night if you keep that up,” he growls, breath hot at your ear. You shift your hips just a little and he exhales through his teeth, jaw locking like he’s trying not to lose it. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he says laughing a little as he drops his head to your shoulder. “You don’t give a shit about me. You love this.”

His hand comes down on your ass, not too hard, more teasing than anything. “Get up,” he says, still grinning, voice low. “Before I forget we’ve got somewhere to go.”

You stand up and he follows close enough to cover his tented jeans with your body.

“We’re going upstairs—”

“‘Bout time,” Kelce mutters with a dramatic groan, making Rafe laugh.

“Never beatin’ those bitch allegations,” Rafe laughs in his direction.

He lifts you off your feet and you squeal with delight. “I’m useless when you’re this close,” he admits against your cheek as he carries you away.

You’re at the top of the stairs when Rafe suddenly spins, pressing you hard against the wall. His mouth crashes into yours, all hunger and tongue, like he’s possibly been holding something back.

You gasp into the kiss, fingers grabbing at the front of his shirt as he crowds in, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding boldly up your thigh. His leg pushes between yours, and when you grind down on it he groans low in his throat.

“Rafe,” you breathe dizzily. “Your room—”

“You’ve had me hard for the past hour. You sat in my lap like that, all sweet and smug, grindin’ on me in front of everyone… I’m not gonna fuck you out here. You don’t get off that easy. You’re gonna pay for that—”

“Guaranteed they didn’t even make it to the room,” Topper’s voice carries through the frat house.

“You think they’re fucking on the steps?”

“Fifty-fifty,” Kelce mumbles.

You try to hide your smile, teeth sinking into your lip, but Rafe sees right through it. He just shakes his head, eyes dragging over you like he already knows how this ends.

“Let ’em talk,” he says quietly, thumb brushing slow across your bottom lip. “I’m not rushing this, pretty… I’m takin’ my time. Make sure you feel exactly what you did to me.”

He shoves the door open with his shoulder, doesn’t bother flipping the light—just grabs your wrist, pulls you inside, and kicks the door shut so hard it rattles in the frame.

“Fuck, you’re a brat,” he says against your skin. His mouth grazes your jaw, fingers slipping under the edge of your skirt like he can’t wait a second longer. “Knowing I couldn’t do shit. Knowin’ they were all watching and I still let you.”

“You didn’t stop me,” you whisper, lips brushing his. “That’s on you.”

He doesn’t answer with words. Just bends a little, grabs under your thighs, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. Your legs lock around his waist, body clinging tight, and the second your hips press into his, you feel just how riled up he already is.

“I didn’t want to stop you,” he says, voice low, straining. “I was seconds from sayin’ ‘fuck it’.”

He doesn’t go for the bed, dropping down onto his chair, dragging you to his lap with a groan torn from somewhere deep in his chest.

You land hard, straddling him, your skirt riding up your hips. Rafe’s hands find your waist, fingers pressing bruisingly tight as he rolls his body up into you.

“Keep doing what you were doin’ downstairs,” he rasps against your lips. “Grinding on me, teasin’ me acting like you had no fuckin’ clue what you were doin’.”

You roll your hips slow at first, dragging your soaked panties over the rough line of his jeans, watching his head fall back as the friction hits deep.

“Rafe,” you whisper, barely able to get it out. “I need you.”

His head falls forward, forehead resting against yours, voice cracking. “I need you too, baby. So bad it’s drivin’ me insane.” He pulls you down harder against him, grinding up in time with every roll of your hips. Then he kisses you again, messy and desperate. “But not yet,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “I want you to cum first. Right here. I want you to make a fuckin’ mess all over me.”

You clench around nothing, breath hitching as you start moving again, harder this time. The denim is perfect, rough and stiff, but it’s not him. It’s not Rafe. You grind down with everything you have, chasing the heat between your thighs as his hands guide your rhythm.

“That’s it,” he whispers, voice raw. “There’s my girl. Take what you need.”

“I need you…” You pout.

“You have me,” he says with a crooked grin, mean and breathless. Your whole body shakes, pleasure building too fast to hold off.

His voice stays in your ear, filthy and low. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna soak through those panties right on my cock you want so bad? Let me feel it. Maybe I’ll let you have it—” You cum with a cry, sharp and helpless, your hips jerking against him as the orgasm rips through you. You bury your face in his neck, gasping, whimpering, cumming so hard you see stars.

He feels all of it—your muscles trembling, the heat of your body, your pussy soaking him through the denim, and he fuckin’ loves it.

“Atta girl,” he whispers. “Just like that. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me.”

You collapse forward, breathing heavily, pussy pulsing with your rapid heartbeat. His cock throbs, the weight of him heavy through his jeans, thick and tight against the soaked material.

Rafe stands, lifting you with him, one arm under your thighs, the other locked around your back. You cling to him as he carries you to the bed with his mouth on yours and his jeans undone. Your clothes hit the floor, then his.

The air is thick with heat and need as he lays you back and pushes into you in one deep, aching thrust. You gasp, the sound breaking into a moan as your back arches off the mattress. He fills you completely. Deep enough it almost hurts.

“Sorry, baby,” he breathes against your lips. “Couldn’t wait.”

Rafe starts to move, slow and punishing, his heavy cock dragging against your fluttering walls, eyes rolling back in your head. You wrap your legs around him tighter, fingers digging into his arms pulling him closer.

“I needed this… Needed you all over me, under me, everywhere.” Your nails rake down his back and he hisses, thrusting harder. “You soaked your panties for me. I felt it,” he mutters against your throat. “You know what that does to me? You know what I’m gonna do with that later?”

You can’t answer, you’re too full; too fucked out. Tears pool in your eyes, tumbling down your cheeks. Rafe keeps talking you through it, fucking into you faster and harder.

“I’m gonna taste all of it. Your cum. My cum. Every fuckin’ drop, aight? You’re not leavin’ this bed till I’ve cleaned you up with my fuckin’ mouth.”

Rafe thrusts again, harder. The sound of skin on skin echoing through his room.

“You hear me, baby?” He pants. “I’m gonna ruin you. Make you mine again and again until you forget what it felt like not to have me inside you—” Your orgasm hits you like a wave, ripping through your body, making you clench around him. You cry out again, a broken moan into his shoulder, and that sound seals the deal.

Rafe chokes out a curse and stills, hips pressed hard to yours, every thick muscle in his body locked tight as his dick throbs deep inside you.

His arms cage you against the mattress, moaning something filthy against your neck. Rafe’s lips curl against your skin, he knows it. There’s no way they didn’t hear.

“Hope they fuckin’ heard that,” he groans out, still breathless and satisfied, grinning like a bastard. “And if they didn’t…” Rafe kisses your jaw, your neck, your breasts, trailing lower—dragging down your stomach as his hands slide up the backs of your thighs, easing them apart. His mouth dips lower, breath hot and hungry between your legs.

“Maybe they’ll hear this.”

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[cameronsdearest]

wait i was actually having a breakdown and i think this healed me thank you

okay i know this is very unlikely but what if reader was mad at millitary!rafe and gave him hella attitude what would he do (and when i say hella attitude i mean like mouthing off, ignoring, rolling her eyes, breaking rules, not listening to rafe, defying orders and stuff like that)

his first reaction? total lockdown.

“wanna run that by me again, sweetheart?”

jaw? tight. hands on his hips or crossed over his chest, the way he does with subordinates.

eye contact? unblinking. he’s tracking you now, like a mark.

then comes the manhandling.

he’s not hurting you—but he’s asserting.

he’ll pin you against the fridge with a hand to your lower back and say something like:

“you can roll them eyes again and i’ll bend you over this damn counter ‘til you forget how to move ‘em.”

or

“keep talkin’. every word’s another hour on your knees when i’m done dealin’ with this attitude.”

if you full-on defies him

that’s when it gets serious.

he’s old-school. southern. traditional.

and respect—especially from his girl—is non-negotiable.

he’ll wait until your alone, arms crossed, eyes dark:

“what the hell’s goin’ on with you, baby? you tryin’ to make me lose my temper? tryin’ to embarrass me?”

“you think i run battlefields and take orders from generals just to come home and be disrespected in my own damn house?”

and if you keep pushing?

discipline. spankings. corner time. taking your phone.

or worse—he ignores you

goes cold. arms crossed on the couch. one-word answers. no cuddles. no kisses.

and then you’ll be in his lap two hours later whispering “i’m sorry, daddy.”

[cameronsdearest]

WINNNIEEE you already know im drunk buy rq i wanna say that IKY and youre so sweet and you deserve the best, ok ily bye

HIII, this is makes me so happy ! take care of yourself, ilyt ❤️‍🩹

[cameronsdearest]

bsf!rafe actually does things to me that should NOT be possible omg the smirk on my face right now, i need to be S(TOPPED)

the last bit…. oh god i’m fighting for my life not to flip over my dinner table I NEEDDDD THAG MAN NOWWWW

ೃ࿔:･ bsf!rafe gets caught staring at you

the air smells like greasy pizza and chlorine. too many people are packed into kelce’s backyard with music that’s always one speaker blowout away from full collapse.

you’re in a hoodie that isn’t yours—his, obviously—sitting on the edge of the hot tub with your legs in the water, sipping a white claw.

and rafe? rafe’s doing that thing again.

the one where he’s not talking, not really listening, just watching you like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he blinks. like he’s memorizing the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, or how you talk with your hands even when you’re tipsy, or how your foot brushes his thigh under the water without even realizing.

someone notices before you do.

“dude,” topper says, with the kind of smirk that makes rafe want to punch him and himself at the same time. “you’re staring.”

rafe doesn’t look away. just shrugs, lazy and unapologetic.

“so what if i am?”

topper raises a brow. “you look like you’re about to bite her.”

rafe rolls his eyes but doesn’t answer. doesn’t need to. because you’re laughing at something sarah said, all flushed and golden under string lights, and it guts him.

because that’s his laugh. it should be. he’s the one who knows your coffee order and which songs make you cry and that you always check under your bed twice before sleeping. he’s the one who holds your hair when you’re sick, who keeps a toothbrush for you in his bathroom drawer, who knows you trace your name on your leg when you’re anxious. he’s memorized every inch of your being.

and still, he’s just your best friend.

you catch him mid-stare about ten minutes later, a slow glance over your shoulder like you felt it. the heat of his gaze burning through your spine.

“what?” you ask, teasing, grinning. “do i have something on my face?”

“nah,” he says. too quickly. too quiet. “just lookin’.”

you narrow your eyes, but you don’t press. you never do. maybe because part of you likes it. maybe because you want him to keep looking. maybe because you already know.

a little later, when you lean into his side and drape your arms around his neck in that drunk and tired way you always do, rafe lets his hand settle on your waist.

he doesn’t say a word, but his jaw’s clenched, his knuckles white, and god help the next guy who touches you like they think they can.

because rafe doesn’t just stare. he claims. silently. greedily. like he’s owed you in every lifetime, and he’s just waiting for you to catch up.

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[cameronsdearest]

HAWHHEWHHWHEHHW this exact dynamic omg

also i lowkey feel bad for doug…. but not that bad (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

ೃ࿔:･ wallstreet!rafe fires the new employee who flirts with you

doug was a nice guy. hard worker. sharp with numbers, even sharper in meetings. rafe had liked him. that was until he looked at you.

the young boy was new, and when he laid his eyes on you, it was over for him. after all, how was he supposed to know you were off limits?

not officially, of course. there was no memo, no HR policy. just a quiet understanding that bounced through the halls like gospel. you were rafe’s. an implicit boundary no one dared test. well, except doug.

you never noticed. you smiled at everyone, laughed when people made jokes, didn’t catch the way conversations stalled when you walked by.

but the others noticed.

they saw how someone would lean in too close, ask if you wanted to grab lunch, maybe compliment your perfume. the next morning, their desk would be empty. cleared out. wiped clean. like they’d never existed. rafe never offered an explanation. and no one was stupid enough to ask for one.

you’re leaning against the front desk, coffee in one hand, laughing. rafe hears it before he sees it. the easy kind of laugh you save for moments when you’re not working, not thinking, just feeling.

it sounds too good. too familiar. and it isn’t meant for him.

doug’s standing close…too close. he says something with a grin, and you nudge his arm, playful and sweet, your lashes batting like you don’t know you’re the reason the entire room slows to a crawl.

you sip your coffee. you smile at him. and rafe sees red. he doesn’t show it, not really. just a tick of his jaw, a subtle shift in his stance. his eyes lock onto the scene like a sniper scope. you glance over and catch his gaze, but rafe doesn’t look away. not yet.

doug, oblivious and riding high on that smile of yours, goes about the rest of his day with a little more swagger. he thinks he made an impression.

he thinks he’s safe.

~

it’s dark by the time doug makes it to the parking garage. he’s halfway to his car when the sound of italian leather cuts through the silence.

“doug.”

he turns. rafe steps out of the shadows like the fucking reaper. his tie loosened, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled. that smug smirk? gone.

“mr. cameron- sir,” doug fumbles, standing straighter. “wasn’t expecting-”

“you weren’t expecting anything,” rafe cuts in, voice low, almost conversational. “that’s your problem.” he stops a few feet away, gaze pinned like a dagger. “you think I hired you for your charm? your banter?” a soft, humorless laugh. “i’ve seen your numbers. average at best.”

“sir, if this is about-”

“you touched what’s mine.” he growls, all mean and possessive. it takes all his control not to use the weapon tucked securely in his waistband.

doug blinks, face beet red. “i-i didn’t mean-”

“you flirted with my assistant like you had a fucking chance. like you didn’t walk past ten other desks cleared out before yours.” rafe steps closer, and doug visibly swallows. “i’ve buried better men for less. you’ll be gone by morning. pack your shit.”

he turns like the conversation bores him “and doug?” he adds, voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. “if i see you near her again, you won’t need to worry about severance. you’ll need to worry for you goddamn life.”

~

the next morning, you walk into his office with coffee in hand and that same sweet smile. “doug didn’t last long, i see.”

rafe doesn’t look up from his desk.

“shame,” you add, just to push. “i thought he was nice.”

he finally looks at you. slow. deliberate. luke he was seconds away from breaking his composure. “he wasn’t.”

you sit, crossing your legs like you don’t feel his gaze tracing the curve of your thigh. you take a sip of your coffee. “shame,” you say again.

and smirk.

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[cameronsdearest]

Need pearl!reader and rafe having ROUGH sex on the beach

UGHGHG no cause i just know itd be the most impulsive decision ever for her and rafe would feel so accomplished for being able to hit ... (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

also, im so sorry nonnie its just been a terrible year so far, so i havent put my reqs on, but i just had to do this after so so long because you made me giggle, dont hate me plz….

rafe cameron x pearl!reader

cw: mdni, straight up smut, rafe is a little mean, unprotected piv, outdoor sex, overstim, creampie

a/n: not proof read i’m sorry… at work </3

You wouldn't exactly say you liked the Kooks on the island, definitely not with their pretentious attitudes. But you couldn't say you hated them, especially when you were currently having sex with the Kook with nothing but a few large, jagged rocks blocking you both from the view of everyone else on the beach.

"Rafe, Rafe," you mewled out, your fingers tugging on the corner of the beach towel you were both situated on. You tapped on the screen of your phone, the light appearing and the numbers illuminated.

4:20pm

"I have like- ten minutes before my break is over," you managed to huff out in the middle of a string of incoherent whines.

"Yeah? Can make that work," Rafe replied, his warm breath on your ear as he leaned in.

You tried to think about what led up to this point, but your memory was spotty as you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. You could feel the rough skin on the tips of his fingers digging deeper into your waist, leaving red prints in its wake.

The lewd sounds that rose from your ass slapping against his pubic bones were thankfully drowned out by the lively chatter of the Tourons that found their afternoon best spent in a public beach.

Whining as he nips your ear, you turned your neck to deliver kisses to his lips. It was heated and slow, and you appreciated the way his tongue intertwined with yours. You could feel his smirk forming, prominent corners of his lips against you. You returned his smile with a giggle, cut short as his tip brushed against your inner most sensitive spot.

“F-fuck!” you cried out, your head doubling down. You only heard light laughter from behind you, his cock now thrusting particularly harder against your g-spot, controlled and purposeful.

His pace quickened, giving you no time to catch your breath. Pressure was put on your hips, his muscular arms forcing a constant rhythm. You felt tears creeping up your eyes as one of his hands snaked around your body, firm fingers finding your aching clit, teasing and pinching. Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill as you caged your bottom lip with your teeth.

"Too much?" he asked huskily by your ear. You nodded quickly, face contorting as you covered your mouth to avoid attracting any attention from the poor, unsuspecting people at the beach. “That’s just too bad.”

He didn’t let up, your mind going hazy, eyes brimming with tears from the overstimulation. The knot in your stomach tightened with each and every thrust, feeling your climax approaching. “Please, I’m about to come,” you panted, heart racing.

With that, Rafe’s hands moved quicker, continuing to rub against your clit and soon enough, your mind went blank, your voice muffled as you slammed your head down on the beach towel.

All through your orgasm Rafe kept his speed, fucking you relentlessly through your release, making you squeal and screw your eyes shut. Your walls clenched against his cock, releasing his groans from behind you.

“Fuck, your cunt is…” he moaned. “It’s squeezing my cock so hard.”

He grabbed your hair roughly, turning your head around to deliver a few sloppy kisses once again, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, cursing under his breath as your cunt fluttered around him.

“I’m going to cum,” he grunted, emphasizing each word with another thrust to your poor, abused cervix. “And you’re going to take it. Is that right?”

Before you could let out a reply, you felt his hot, thick white ropes of cum filling your cunt, the heat warming your body. He slowed, still fucking your cunt nonetheless, his cock slowly entering in and out, ensuring that the remnants of his release remained buried inside of you.

Eventually coming to a stop, he took a moment to catch his breath, glancing down at the sweat that shone on his abs with the help of the beating sun.

Seeing your debauched form beneath him, he felt his cock stirring once more, the aching having not quite gone away yet.

“Shit… think you best call and try to extend that break of yours.”

[cameronsdearest]

DRYHUMPING. DRY HUMPING. DRYHUMGPGINGNGG.

sorry i need to take a few moments to contain myself...

godddd pope i love pope and you write him exactly how i imagine that man to be ,, hes sooo cute and so hot at the same time. and the dialogueeeee perfection.

♡ when pope gets embarrassed because he’s hard..

warnings: fluff, illusions to pope and reader never having sex before, making out, heavy petting, praise, dry humping

no matter how many times you and pope found yourselves making out in his bedroom, it didn’t stop you two from becoming flustered when things got a little too heated than what you were normally used to. with both of your hands roaming each other’s bodies, and your hips instinctively moving against his own, it was only a matter of time before pope was going to be physically affected by your ministrations. “oh— shit..” pope hissed, abruptly pulling away from your lips. you ignored the sinking feeling in your chest when you saw that he couldn’t meet your eyes, his gaze fixed on the space he just put between you two.

“did i do something wrong?” you bit your lip nervously when he looked up at you with confliction written all over his face. “no! no, it’s not you,” he motioned towards his lap where a tent had grew in his shorts, “i’m sorry, i think i just get really into it and then this happens and i’m really sorry because i don’t want you to feel like you have to do something with me—” you cut off pope’s rambling with a kiss, a groan rumbling from his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he was so cute and mindful and so so so sweet, it only turned you on even more.

“i know we’re saving our first time for when your parents go out of town for their anniversary.. but maybe i can relieve you a different way?” pope watched as you seated yourself on top of his erection, the only thing separating you two being the thin layers of your clothing. “shit,” he breathed out, resting his hands in the curves of your hips, “are you sure? you really don’t have to— ah, fuck!” you moaned when you moved over his length, both of you clinging onto each other as his clothed cock rubbed against your clit. “you feel so good, pope..” the man in front of you was trying his best to lock in and not blow his load prematurely, his bottom lip pulled tightly between his teeth as you rocked yourself on his lap.

your moans and your praises were going to be stuck in pope’s head forever now, your pretty sounds replaying in his mind over and over again until it’s the only thing he could think about. he sat back against the wall, holding your hands in his as your tits bounced underneath your top. “hey.. baby?” pope groaned, his grip on your skin tightening. “y-yeah?” you shuddered, a shiver running down your back as you two became more frantic. “i don’t think i’m gonna last long—” he winced, pulling you against his bare chest. you whimpered, the sound of his matress squeaking making your cheeks heat.

“me either!” you whispered, digging your nails into his flesh. crying out into your palm, you felt your high wash over you as your hips stuttered, your thighs shaking with pure unadulterated pleasure. “oh, god! i’m cumming pope!” your boyfriend clamped a hand over your mouth, his forehead resting against your own as he came in his boxers, his chest rising and falling as he locked his jaw shut to keep himself from letting out any noises his parents might hear. you held onto him as tightly as you could, your eyes welling up with tears at the overwhelming feeling you felt deep in your core.

eventually, your movements came to a slow stop and you two were left softly panting in the darkness of his room. collapsing in his arms, you pressed a kiss to his lips before looking down at the wet patch that now adorned the crotch of his shorts. “i’m sorry baby.. i think i made a mess..” you pouted, attempting to ‘clean’ the spot with your hand. pope doubled over, shaking his head at the contact. “it’s okay, it’s okay—” he reassured you, his cock still aching despite making a mess in his underwears himself. you let him embrace you, both of you basking in your post-orgasm bliss before you’d have to sneak out of his room.

“i wish you weren’t grounded..” you whispered, “at least then we’d still be able to hang out until your parents leave for the mainland.” pope couldn’t wait for the moment you two would be all by yourselves in an empty house, all of your sexual tension rising to the surface and dwindling down to that very moment he could take you the way both of you have been fantasizing about for months now. “don’t worry, ‘good things come to those who wait’.” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words. “what book did you get that quote from?”

[cameronsdearest]

wellllll hello!

Rafe stepped into your place, still in sweats from his morning skate, his hair a little messy poking out of the sides of his hat;

helpppp hes so cute dude

“The fuck you did you're doin’, huh?” Rafe growled, his mouth brushing hot against your ear, “you don't wear another name when this pussy belongs to me.”

shamefully caught myself beaming with joy reading this... sigh....

“That’s what you want. ‘Cause I know you know better—tell me you know better.”

UGHH THIS BIT OF DIALOGUE its fire i think i exploded

“Don’t pull that shit again,” he whispered, his voice deep and hoarse as his lips brushed gently against yours.

whatever you say!!!!!!!!

okay seriously hes so hot idk if i can take it anymore.

+18 -> smut | rafe gets jealous when he catches you in someone else’s jersey 🩷

𝓷𝓱𝓵!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: ownership, marking, jealous, choking, the reader teases him intentionality, woll walks into the reader’s place on an off-night and catches her wearing a hughes jersey *cross-posted on my nhl account

600 words

You heard the lock click and the door swing open, and you barely suppressed your grin. Rafe stepped into your place, still in sweats from his morning skate, his hair a little messy poking out of the sides of his hat; that boyish grin already formed as he caught the twinkle in your eyes until he saw it.

You didn’t even pretend to hide. Just stood in the kitchen, putting away the dishes barefoot, wearing nothing but a Hughes jersey, looking over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster. The jersey swallowed up your frame, just barely grazing the tops of your thighs, your ass peeking out of the bottom as you rose on your tiptoes, putting away a cup. No shorts. No panties. Nothing.

His eyes flickered over you slowly, his smile fading, replaced by a stormy silence. He dropped his keys on the counter and turned his hat from front to back. His head cocked slightly, jaw ticking as he held back for the moment.

“Rafe… Baby, are you okay—”

“You serious right now?” His voice was low and calm, but his piercing blue eyes were anything but.

“What?” You ask sweetly, biting your lip. “I found it in the back of the closet… We’re watching the Devs. It’s—It’s comfy.”

“So, you know why I'm pissed. I didn't even need to tell you.”

“Well, I kind of figured, given your focus—”

“You don’t even like the Devils,” he cuts you off with a scoff.

“You know how I am, Rafe. I'm a sucker for a defenseman. And, he’s a cutie too—” In two long strides, he was in front of you, fingers gripping your waist with just enough pressure to make you suck in a breath.

“Take it off—”

“Why?” You ask as you widen your eyes and flutter your lashes, looking up at your boyfriend, feigning innocence.

His hands slid down, gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you with ease. You gasped, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, your back pressed against the kitchen wall a moment later.

“The fuck you did you're doin’, huh?” Rafe growled, his mouth brushing hot against your ear, “you don't wear another name when this pussy belongs to me.”

You gasped, thighs clenching around him as he rutted up into you, hard already, pupils blown and wild.

“You want me jealous?” He murmured against your jaw. “That’s what you want. ‘Cause I know you know better—tell me you know better.”

“I know better—” His lips crash into yours, all teeth and tongue, hands everywhere. Rough and possessive as he lowers you to the floor, fighting off his shirt and sweats between messy kisses before tearing you out of the other jersey, tossing it to the floor. He kicks your legs apart, thrusting up into you, making you feel it in every inch, every bite along your neck, every growled ‘your mine’ muttered into your hot skin as you whimper and whine for more.

Rafe threw you down on your couch, your neck littered with marks, lips plump and swollen, pussy wet and messy as his hand wrapped around your neck, holding you down.

You were breathless and needy, body aching for him to keep going as your bottom lip quivered—he lowered himself to your lips, his hold still tight, pulse banging against his palm as his forehead pressed to yours.

“Don’t pull that shit again,” he whispered, his voice deep and hoarse as his lips brushed gently against yours.

“Mhmm…” You whimper as your fingers scratch through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him to your lips. “I promise.”

He kissed you soft and slow as he tapped his tip against your clit, feeling your sharp breaths against his lips.

“That thing’s gone,” he muttered. “Torchin’ it.” You smile against his lips as he swirls his throbbing head around your soaked hole, thrusting inside. “You're mine.”

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[cameronsdearest]

spent 10 minutes staring at my screen to find the words to explain how much i loved this.

john b was so swole from all of his long days of hard work, you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight.

okay bai im smiling so hard.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you imagined having his large hands push your head further down onto his length until you couldn’t take another inch between your lips, his grunts and cursed groans echoing in the back of your mind.

WOWWWW. wow. wow.

john b got up as he crushed the can in his hand, his broad figure towering over your own as he caged you between his arms.

BYE SHUTUTTTPTTPP. im screaming gn.

♡ staring at bluecollar!johnb’s happy trail

warnings: domestic fluff, brief flashback, suggestive ending

a/n: finally got around to writing more of bluecollar!johnb i hope you all love it! read more about bluecollar!johnb here <3

“babe, ‘you get me another beer?” humming sweetly from the kitchen, you grabbed an ice-cold can out of the fridge and took it over to where john b had himself set up on the recliner in the living room, his jeans hanging low on his hips as some sports show played noisily in the background. he popped the small thing open with one finger, flashing you a wink before pinching the soft curve of your ass that peeked out of your shorts. “john!” you acted offended, swatting his hand away just in time to hide the smile playing on your lips.

returning to your spot behind the kitchen counter, you let your eyes fall on the burly man who sat just a few feet away from you, your gaze raking down his shirtless form until it hit the line of hair that started just right underneath his belly button and continued its way down into his underwear. john b was so swole from all of his long days of hard work, you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. you sighed dreamily as if you didn’t have your mouth stuffed full of his cock last night, his tame hair tickling the skin of your nose as you took him until he hit the base of your throat.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you imagined having his large hands push your head further down onto his length until you couldn’t take another inch between your lips, his grunts and cursed groans echoing in the back of your mind. you were so engrossed with your man that you didn’t even see that john b was staring back at you with the same intensity in his eyes. you knew how to make him feel so appreciated for everything he did. hot meals, a spotless house that you turned into a home, sex every night.. he was living the dream.

pretending to yawn, john b stretched, jutting his hips out as his arms raised above his head, your gaze faltering as his v-line was now exposed. swallowing thickly, you blinked away, your head swimming with even more dirtier thoughts than before. finishing off his beer, john b got up as he crushed the can in his hand, his broad figure towering over your own as he caged you between his arms. “you got some wandering eyes.” he spoke low, the bass in his voice making your cheeks heat. “i don’t know what you’re talking about..” you played coy, your resolve crumbling once you felt his lips latch onto your neck.

“don’t get shy now,” he teased, “i’m off today, you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

[cameronsdearest]

was just about to log off for the night cause im in the biggest rush but ughh you were planted on the top of my feed and i just had to read...

i love love loveee this pair!! theyre so cute and rafe wowwwww my heart is melting honestly.

“look at the tiny feet!” you squealed. you were smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. if you were already dying of cuteness overload right now, you couldn’t imagine the pure and utter joy you’d feel once your little one was finally in your arms.

just a DAY ago i was gabbing to my friends about how babies had the cutest little feet ever and how it was so adorable whenever they would hold them PLEASE.

“i hope she prints enough copies, i want one for everywhere. the house, the truck, my purse—” rafe interjected, “oh! and one for my wallet—”

i wish he was real so i could immediately get married to him.

♡ babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader see their baby via ultrasound for the first time!

warnings: pregnancy, sweet fluff, both reader and rafe crying, medical terminology, brief flashback, small time skip

a/n: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this universe alone! if you want to read more of her and babydaddy!rafe you could click the tag with their pairing down below or you could just go to pogue!sweetheart!reader’s masterlist <3

“alright, mom and dad.. are we ready?” you and rafe shared a look, your eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. taking hold of rafe’s hand, you hissed softly once you felt the warm clear jelly smear against your tummy. “so this might take a minute because i have to find the perfect spot, but if you feel any kind of discomfort just let me know.” the technician smiled sweetly as both you and rafe zeroed in on the monitor screen. he was so gentle and tender with you, his large build crouched down next to yours as he whispered encouragements in your ear.

“you’ve been doing so good, baby, you’re already the best mommy ever,” he praised you, “i love you so much, there’s no one else i’d want to be doing this with.” you were already so emotional before and during your appointment, you couldn’t help but get teary eyed at his words. “i love you, too.” you sniffled, averting your attention back to the ultrasound machine. “here we are!” you gasped when the technician got the right spot, the image of your baby illuminating the screen. “oh!” you melted at the sight as rafe rubbed your arm, his bottom lip trembling as the tiny little thing stared back at the two of you.

“so what you’re seeing right here is the head,” she paused the image, pointing a finger at the monitor, “and if you look closely you could see the daintiest little button nose i’ve ever seen.” you giggled, tears streaming down your cheeks now as she moved the transducer over your lower abdomen. “so since you’re at ten weeks, that means baby is about as big as a strawberry right now.” rafe stared down at you in awe, his heart feeling so full in this moment. his baby was having his baby, he couldn’t grasp just how beautiful that really was.

“look at the tiny feet!” you squealed. you were smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. if you were already dying of cuteness overload right now, you couldn’t imagine the pure and utter joy you’d feel once your little one was finally in your arms. “please tell me we could take home copies today..” you cried, sighing in relief once the technician nodded. “of course! i’ll start taking those pictures right now.” rafe wrapped an arm around your chest, leaning down so he could leave a trail of small pecks along the underside of your jaw. “oh, man, can you believe this?” he asked incredulously.

you shook your head, stroking the skin of his arm as you admired the different angles that popped up on the monitor. you’ve been pregnant for well over a month, already going on two and it was barely starting to hit you right now that you were really growing something inside of you. the feeling was surreal almost, like you couldn’t even articulate the words to describe how whole you felt having rafe by your side through absolutely everything. “no, not at all.” you whispered, clinging onto him as if he’d disappear into thin air if you let him go.

thinking back to whenever you first met rafe, you would’ve never thought in your most wildest dreams that you’d be having his baby. you two were so brand new to everything, the excitement never dwindling in your relationship. you were sweet and kind, and just overall good, rafe hoped with every fiber of his being that his baby would inherit every ounce of your heart. your gentle and nurturing nature was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. to feel your love all around him no matter how close or far you were, he had no doubt in his mind that your baby could feel the same love tenfold.

rafe was in pure bliss just thinking about seeing you carry a baby on your hip everywhere, that smile of yours adorning your lips as you gaze up at him through your lashes. the vision was so vivid, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest at finally having everything he ever wanted right in front of him. “are you two going to find out the sex after your first trimester, or will you be waiting until birth?” you pouted once the technician started cleaning you up, her screen going blank as she shut it off. “we’ll be finding out at our appointment.” rafe smiled at your use of ‘our’ before he helped you sit up.

“that won’t be very long then,” she raised her eyebrows excitedly, “you’re not really showing just yet, but this is completely normal, especially since it’s your first pregnancy.. but any day now, and you should start seeing a little bump.” you smiled, lifting your arms up so rafe can adjust your clothes. “aw, i can’t wait.” you were already thinking of the shopping spree you’d have to go on in order to accommodate your new shape. yoga pants and fuzzy slippers here you come. “i’ll be right back with those photos!” she scurried out of the room, leaving you and rafe staring at each other in disbelief.

“i hope she prints enough copies, i want one for everywhere. the house, the truck, my purse—” rafe interjected, “oh! and one for my wallet—”

[cameronsdearest]

before you could overthink, you stepped back once you heard the door unlock, the hardwood opening up to reveal rafe in a collared shirt that made his biceps look like they were going to burst through the fabric.

pleaseeee this made me think of that one scene from s4(?) with his polo 😮‍💨

“country club!” you felt your heart drop at the name

i read the title and i feel soooo dumb cause i was so curious on how barry would have a role in this cause the puzzle pieces were scattered in my idiotic brain PLS.

[11:47 PM] country club from tumblr <3 : i’m sorry.

okay wait kinda embarrassing but i have this strange undying love for when fics include a "im sorry" text... idk what it is about it hmm perhaps the slight groveling implications yeah...

thank youuuu again for this series, its keeping me from losing my mind i love it 🎀

♡ rafe accidentally puts barry on speaker..

warnings: enemies to ???, bitchy!kook!reader might make some of you frustrated but please just trust the process loll, teasing, flirty banter, majorrrr sexual tension, slight angst, mentions of absent parents/abandonment, arguing

a/n: this is part four of this mini series <3 i cannot believe i’m writing one more part to this before it’s over. thank you to everyone who continue to show their love and support, it truly means so much to me!!

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wc: 3.0k

“you’re going over to rafe’s and you didn’t even tell me?!” chanel shot up from her spot on your bed while you ran around your room trying to put an outfit together. “i didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, okay?! all he said was that we got off on the wrong foot and he wants to start over. that’s it.” chanel arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. “he sooo wants to fuck you, please tell me you’re not playing coy just to give him the benefit of the doubt.” you stayed silent, avoiding her gaze.

“y/n—”

“nothing is gonna happen between us. you and topper are dating now, so it would only be fair if me and rafe could at least try to get along since we’ll be around each other a lot more.” your best friend scoffed, not buying a single word that was coming out of your mouth. “don’t use me and topper as your excuse for giving rafe a chance, just say you’re interested in him! it’s totally fine if you are..” you laughed bitterly, shaking your head as you scanned your closet for a pair of heeled boots. “wow, chanel. i’m honestly offended that you think i’d ever give rafe a real shot.”

slipping on your shoes, you cursed under your breath as chanel watched you struggle with the zipper. “well, excuse me,” she strutted off, plopping down on your bed once again, “i just thought since you were totally eye fucking him out on the golf course the other day that you’d at least have agreed because there was some kind of attraction there.” you huffed. of course she’d bring that up. “i may have called him every single name in the book, but i never said he wasn’t handsome, alright? anyone with eyes would tell you the same thing.” you rolled your eyes once you heard her cackle. “whateverrr!”

one hour and three outfit changes later, and you found yourself posing for chanel’s camera as she snapped pictures of you in your sexy getup. “it should be a crime that you look this hot and you’re just going to rafe’s house. like he seriously needs to take you to the mainland and show you off or something.” you were quick to grab your purse and make your way downstairs once you saw that you were already running thirty minutes late. “will you be here when i get back?” you asked her, spritzing some perfume in the curve of your neck. “uhh, duh! i’m gonna need all the dirty details..”

you took that as your cue to leave. “not happening!” you called out, making your way down to the car out front. chanel waited until you got in before stepping back inside. the drive wasn’t long, considering rafe only lived about eight minutes away from you. it wasn’t until you were standing in front of rafe’s door that you realized you probably should’ve asked for his number back when you two talked at the country club. oh, god. you two haven’t even had any kind of communication since then.

what if he wasn’t home?

..or worse; what if he completely forgot about the whole thing and you were standing out here like a total idiot?

“this is stupid..” you whispered, looking back to see if your car was still there. before you could overthink, you stepped back once you heard the door unlock, the hardwood opening up to reveal rafe in a collared shirt that made his biceps look like they were going to burst through the fabric. “i thought you stood me up there for a minute.” he moved aside, motioning for you to come in before shutting the door behind you. “i almost did..” rafe snorted at your words, shaking his head before taking the view of you in.

“you look— wow..” you watched as his eyes raked down your figure, his jaw ticking once he saw how revealing your dress was. “you like it?” you turned around, looking back at him through your lashes. swallowing thickly, rafe didn’t say a word as he lead you two over to the living room with his hand resting in the small of your back. “for someone who swore they weren’t trying to sleep with me, the candles aren’t really convincing..” you looked around his set up, the living room being illuminated by the soft flickers of candle flames along with a bottle of wine and two glasses that sat in the middle of the coffee table.

“oh, so you’re saying i have a chance?” rafe sat you down, wasting no time in pouring you both a drink. crossing one leg over the other, you let your dress ride up your thighs before humming. “mmm, no.” rafe sighed, handing you a glass before settling in next to you. “we’ll see about that.” you ignored the way your stomach flipped once rafe draped an arm across your shoulders, your cheeks heating at how close he was. taking a sip from your glass, you glanced at him briefly before relaxing in his hold.

silence fell over you two and you swore rafe could hear your heart beating out of your chest. “am i tripping, or are you nervous right now?” you laughed, the sound making you inwardly cringe. “you wish, ‘cameron.” rafe smiled at your obvious facade. he could see right through you. “it’s kinda hard to tell,” he lied, “i mean— you show up to my place looking like this, i’d assume the last thing you could feel right now is nervous.” his mouth was right next to your ear, the bass of his voice making you squirm in your seat.

“that’s your problem,” you breathed out shakily, “you’re always just assuming things.” rafe tongued his cheek, his gaze flickering down to your lips. “speaking of that..” he trailed off, “i know i already apologized to you last time we talked, but i want you to know that i truly do regret speaking about you in a negative light.” you knew he was being sincere by the way he was looking at you. “it’s fine,” you waved him off, “it wouldn’t be the first time someone called me a bitch. ‘spoiled little brat’ isn’t a new one either, i just wish people understood that even that title comes with a cost.” rafe’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“what do mean by that?” the last time this same exact topic came up, you shut down and put your defenses back up once you realized the conversation was veering towards your relationship, or lack there of, with your parents. you were so tired of being misunderstood, you decided that you’d just let rafe know about the very things you became accustomed to hiding. “i’m still paying for everything that i have and everything that i continue to buy, just not in the way that you might think..”

“how then?” you closed your eyes for a moment. there was no coming back from this. “my parents just give me everything because they feel guilty— guilty for not being there.. like ever.” you laughed incredulously. “not there?” rafe repeated, “your parents have their own column in kildare’s newspaper, they have to be here.” you shook your head, taking another drink from the wine in your glass. “no, they don’t.. i haven’t seen or heard from them in eight months.” rafe’s eyes widened. “what? well where the hell are they?!” he spoke up.

“it’s ironic. they actually bought another house on the mainland and didn’t tell me shit about it. i found out a while back when i opened the congratulatory letter from their realtor. ‘guess they haven’t had a chance to change their postal address yet.” rafe took a minute to put your words together, his arm leaving your shoulders so he could rub his temples. “so let me get this straight,” he started, “you’ve been all by yourself in that empty house of yours for months now, and in order for your parents to ‘make up’ lost time, they just give you money so that they don’t feel bad for essentially abandoning their daughter?” you winced as soon as you heard it.

you hadn’t come to terms with the ‘a’ word just yet, though it’s been lingering in the back of your mind since you were a little girl. “i don’t know about ‘abandoning’ per say, they still support me..” your voice cracked and you hated it. the sound drew rafe’s attention immediately. “uh, yeah— with money. but what else?” he scoffed. “what else could i possibly need? in their minds; i have it all. which i kind of do, but it all means nothing at the end of the day when i have a dining table that can sit twenty people and i’m the only one sitting at it.” your last sentence hit particularly close to home for rafe, especially since he has spent countless evenings eating dinner by himself at his own oversized table.

he could see the hurt written all over your face. you two weren’t so different after all. “i’m sorry.” rafe’s voice barely came out above a whisper, his hand finding your knee as you shook your head. “don’t be. i’ve stopped the pity party a long time ago,” you cleared your throat, “please say something about you now because i don’t think i could handle being the only one in the hot seat.” rafe’s mind started reeling as he was unsure of what to say.

“uhm, well— since we’re on the topic of fucked up parents..”

for the next hour and a half, rafe gave you the full rundown of him and his dad’s relationship, not leaving out a single detail as you listened to him intently. “as much as i wanted to make my dad proud of me, everything i did was never enough for him. i was a fuck up for a long time but i stepped up when he couldn’t and he never recognized that.” you and rafe had long since forgotten about your wine glasses, and were now taking turns drinking from the actual bottle itself. “if he hated me then, he would hate me even more now.” he sighed, leaning all the way back into the cushions of the sofa.

you blinked once you saw him manspread, the alcohol taking its effect as it ran through your system. “why?” your voice came out higher than usual, the sound being a dead giveaway that you were now officially tipsy. “because.. i don’t have my family together the way he would’ve wanted. rose, my dad’s wife, took my little sister to an undisclosed location and deactivated her phone so it’s impossible for me to have direct communication with her, and sarah ran off without telling me any details, so she could be pretty much anywhere, and yeah, that sums everything up.”

you stared at the side of rafe’s face, his features being highlighted by the soft light flickering in the room. in your current position you could feel rafe’s chest rise and fall with each breath, the warmth of his body against your own making you feel fuzzy inside. rafe had his hand resting comfortably on the side of your thigh, your legs draped across his lap as he rubbed soothing circles into your skin. “it sounds like we’re just lonely people.” you whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist. oddly enough, rafe didn’t expect you to make him feel this comfortable so fast.

while he was sure it was the alcohol that made you lighten up and actually cling to him, he realized quickly that he liked feeling you close. “you know.. i could surround myself with all of my friends, go to parties where the living room is filled to the fucking brim, and yet, right now is the first time i can genuinely say that i don’t feel alone with you right here next to me.” your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. you didn’t realize just how bad you needed to be understood by someone until now.

you don’t know when, but you found yourself leaning into him, his hand wrapping around your neck as he pulled you towards his lips. you couldn’t believe this was happening, sober or not, you’ve known all along that the bickering and fighting was building up just for this very moment.

..and then his phone rang.

you were less than an inch away from each other, both of you freezing right before your lips could meet. “fuck.” he pulled away, making you purse your lips together as he took the device out of his pocket. following his line of vision, you looked down at the contact name. barry. your eyebrows knitted in confusion. who the hell could that be, and why did they have to call right this second? “shit, i gotta take this,” he cursed under his breath, “i’ll be right back. promise.” you smiled softly, giving him a small nod.

it’s fine, you needed to reapply your lipgloss anyways.

out of habit, rafe put his old friend on speaker, the volume loud enough for you to hear the unfamiliar voice from the kitchen. “what.” rafe sounded irritated once he spoke into the receiver.

“country club!” you felt your heart drop at the name, “where the fuck have you been? you’re too ‘rich boy’ to swing by and drink a beer on the cut?” your stomach twisted as you felt your blood run cold.

country club. the cut. your past conversations with your so called ‘mystery’ man ran through your head, everything that you once suspected now coming to fruition. oh, god, how could you have missed all of the signs? the night you two both went on a date.. the same date where you sent him nudes in the bathroom of his own boat. his little ‘cute skirt.’ comment after you texted him saying that you were wearing one in hopes for him to find you somewhere. suddenly you felt like the room was getting smaller, your sanity hanging on by a single thread.

no, you had to be overthinking this. surely, rafe couldn’t be your guy. if he was, that means he has known who you are behind the screen for who knows how long? just as you stood up, rafe came back into the living room. “sorry about that, it was nothing—” you cut him off, “country club?” he froze. it wasn’t until he saw the mortified look on your face that he realized he made the grave mistake of putting barry’s call on speaker. eyeing the front door behind him, rafe lunged for you the second you tried to leave the living room.

“y/n—” he grabbed your shoulders, your eyes watering out of embarrassment. “you can’t be him.” you shook your head as he backed you up into the wall. “i am, though,” he took ahold of your wrists so you could stop thrashing against him, “i am him.” you felt a shiver run down your spine at the confirmation. “and you’re you. you’re mine.” you scoffed, turning your head away from his view. “let go of me.” rafe didn’t budge, your frustration only growing.

“i found out you were my girl after our date on the druthers. the same necklace, the nails.. the things you’ve said to me in person being repeated over the phone. i knew it was you.” you whimpered, still trying to get out of his grip. “i’m not your girl, don’t call me that.” rafe smiled, his broad build towering over you with ease. “you don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. in case you forgot, we both did some things.”

“shut the fuck up.” you finally managed to push him away, your hands flying to pull the hem of your dress down. “why would you go on without telling me anything, don’t you realize how fucking stupid i must feel right now?!” you cried out. “i wanted you to find out once you felt ready to, okay?! what happened right now was a mistake on my part, i’m sorry!”

“there’s no ‘me and you’, i’m not yours, and you aren’t mine. this should’ve never happened.” rafe hated how those words sounded coming out of your mouth. “the switch up is crazy.” he laughed, shaking his head. “just five minutes ago you were ready to kiss me, and right before that we spent nearly two hours discussing our differences and being vulnerable with each other. now what?” you let out a breath. “we would never work. let’s just leave it at that—” rafe was already disagreeing with you before you could finish your sentence.

“i won’t just ‘leave’ it. i can’t.” he stepped closer. “you’re saying we’ll never work, but you won’t even try.” rafe scoffed, “who’s stopping us? is this like an ego thing? say the word and i’ll set you straight right now.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your body reacted to his words. “you really sat there in my face and acted clueless..” you glared at him, “you know things about me that no one else— not even my best friend, knows about,” you whispered, “this is too much for me right now.”

sniffling, you felt relief wash over you once you heard a honk outside. “don’t leave,” rafe pulled you from walking to the front door, “please, we could figure something out.” without another word, you left, rafe’s voice calling out to you with each step you got closer to the car. you were able to compose yourself before you got home, thankful that chanel was knocked out cold so you wouldn’t have to recap the shitty night you just had.

taking your phone out of your purse, you were met with multiple messages from rafe himself.

[11:44 PM] country club from tumblr <3 : i’m not letting you run away from this.

[11:45 PM] country club from tumblr <3 : we see each other everyday y/n, we’re gonna have to talk this out at some point.

[11:47 PM] country club from tumblr <3 : i’m sorry.

[11:47 PM] country club from tumblr <3 : you have every reason to be mad at me, i could understand that.

[11:48 PM] country club from tumblr <3 : look. i have to go on the mainland for some business stuff but i’ll be staying at the ‘paradise’ hotel for the next week. i’ll be there any time after eight, i’ll text you my room details when i get checked in. please just come see me.

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[cameronsdearest]

OHYMGODDODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD HELLO HLLEELOOO!!

ugh why am i so inactive now please im tearing UP.

ive never been like super big on knife play buttttt i think youve convinced me vic.... hmmmmm... rubs goatee...

rafe was quick to stop his movements, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest as his hips stuttered, both of you gasping once you felt the warmth of his cum spill into you.

stop im bright red icl.

“the knife was a little scary, though..”

“yeah? should i leave it out next time?” rafe felt himself growing sleepy with every stroke of your soft hand on his back. “..no, i liked it.”

LMFOAO wait no literally me i think.

♡ ex-bf!rafe breaks in through your window

warnings: dark content ahead!! (you have been warned and there is a cut before this fic starts!! you are responsible for the media and content you consume), cnc, knife play, rough handling, rafe is masked, death threats, degradation, fingering, restraining, slapping, hair pulling, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, dumbification, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby trapping threats, breeding kink, use of a safe word, aftercare, light fluff

a/n: inspired by this gif and this photo ໒꒰ྀི˃ ⤙ ˂ ꒱ྀིა

wc: 2.3k

rafe loved to watch you sleep, the natural pout of your lips always making him trace a gentle finger along your cupid’s bow. with your eyelashes dusting the tops of your cheeks, you’d stir softly once you felt your bed dip beside you, an unknown weight now sitting at the edge of your bed. your blanket was resting just below the soft curves of your ass, your babydoll nightgown serving no purpose in concealing you from the dark eyes of your now ex-boyfriend.

rafe managed to wait until your little lamp flickered off in your bedroom before he pulled his mask over his face and successfully snuck in through your window without so much as making a sound. he crept upstairs with a knife in his hand, his mind reeling at the thought of dragging the cold steel against your skin. he was never one to just accept things for what they were, and after tonight he knew that he’d once and for all get his sick and demented point across to you.

lifting the frilly lace trim of your gown, rafe felt his cock stir in his pants when he saw that you weren’t wearing any panties.. almost like you were waiting for him to do this. although he had no problem drawing blood, rafe slipped off his gloves, running the tip of his knife down your thigh ever so gently so he wouldn’t actually cut you. after all, you were his beloved little sheep. the sensation made you stir once more, your eyes fluttering open as you finally awakened from your peaceful slumber.

before you could scream at the sight of the masked man sitting right in front of you, rafe moved fast and clamped a hand over your mouth before holding his knife to your throat. “shut the fuck up.” you whimpered against his palm as rafe decided to straddle your legs so you couldn’t get away from him. you were frozen in fear, the pure unadulterated terror in your eyes only turning him on further. “make another sound and i’ll end you right here.” he said through gritted teeth.

you blinked, your eyes brimming with tears. with rafe dressed in all black everything, you couldn’t make out any of his features in the darkness of your room. despite not being able to see him, you could recognize that chilling voice anywhere. slowly retracting his hand from your face, you let out a shaky breath once he took the knife away from your neck. “i didn’t want things to go down this way, but you left me no choice, baby.” rafe stroked the side of your face, using his thumb to wipe away any stray tears that might’ve rolled down your cheeks.

“seeing you sleep so good without me hurts my feelings, you know that? here you are sleeping like a baby while i’ve been up for days just coming up with this plan to finally see you again.” he slipped off his jacket, revealing his arms to you while your hands stayed glued to your sides. “i-i’m so sorry!” you whispered, your trembling voice feeding his ego like no other. “yeah, you’re gonna be.” he leaned down, running the tip of his nose along the column of your throat before breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo.

you shivered once you felt his hands trail down your arms, his fingertips skimming across your flesh before he hiked up your nightgown so it pooled at your waist. he cursed at the sight of your bare cunt, his eyes flickering up to see your teary gaze already looking down at him. “you must’ve known i’d be seeing you soon, s’that why you aren’t wearing anything underneath?” he smiled, spreading your thighs apart. you turned away, your cheeks heating as you felt exposed in this position.

suddenly you felt a slap, a yelp falling from your lips as you held your cheek in shock. “answer me when i ask you a fucking question.” he ripped what was left of your grown, discarding the sheer material and leaving you naked underneath him. “no! no, i didn’t know you were going to get in here!” you cried, your breath hitching in your throat when he trailed his fingers between your folds. threading his fingers in your hair, rafe tugged you forward, forcing you to look down to where his other hand started working on your clit.

“you’re gonna watch me finger this pretty pussy, you understand? ‘show you that you miss this shit.” your hips moved away from him in a poor attempt to stop his ministrations but it just pissed him off. spreading your pretty lips, rafe pinched your sensitive bundle of nerves, a shriek emitting from your mouth at the sudden shockwaves of both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. “what did i tell you i would do if you made another sound?” he warned, rubbing hard circles on your clit in order to try and get you to scream again.

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on the poor flesh as rafe filled you up with two of his digits, your eyes rolling back at the added penetration. he was ruthless on your poor cunt, delivering a harsh slap to your clit every time your eyes threatened to screw shut. rafe saw the way your nails dug crescents into your palms, your arms shaking ever so slightly as you fought the urge to push him away at the overwhelming feeling.

with his digits hitting that soft spot inside of you, and his thumb working mercilessly on your clit, it was all simply just too much. finally, you couldn’t help but shut your thighs around his wrist, your slick walls clenching around his fingers. “you’re so fucking pathetic, just look at you. ‘still trying to act like you don’t want this when you’re drenched.” you whined when he forced your legs open once again, this time popping his digits into his mouth to lick them clean.

“it hurts..” you shuddered, flinching once he lifted a hand to grab you by your chin. “good.” he grumbled, unbuckling his pants before dragging you up on your knees so you were on all fours. rafe handled you like you were nothing but a puppet to him, his fist balling up in your hair while his cock sprung up against his stomach. you gasped softly at the sight, your lips already swollen from how hard you were biting down on them. “m’gonna fuck the same mouth that said i was too mean, ‘watch how how you take my cock down your throat the way i trained you to.”

you didn’t get a chance to object before he was dragging his leaking tip across your lips, prompting you to stick your tongue out for him. pulling your hair so your chin was facing up, rafe groaned as the head of his length met the warm, wet, muscle of your tongue before he slid halfway in with ease. instinctively, you moaned around the intrusion, your teary eyes blinking up at him through your eyelashes as he continued forcing himself down your throat.

you gripped the sheets beneath you as he filled you inch by agonizing inch, your throat constricting around him once he bottomed out, the tip of your nose now kissing his pubic bone. holding your head in place, rafe didn’t give you any time to adjust to the stretch before he pulled out just enough to make you whimper once he slid back in, this time drawing a lewd wet squelch to emit from your throat and bounce off of the walls of your bedroom.

“fuckkk,” he laughed, his head rolling to the side, “see? see how good i taught you how to take my cock?” you whimpered, your jaw turning slack as he started thrusting his hips into your already sore throat. the sounds that followed his movements were nothing short of obscene, the lewdness of it all making you feel slightly embarrassed. he continued pulling your mouth up and down his length until you started bobbing your head by yourself, your eyebrows knitting together in discomfort when he leaned down and took a handful of your ass.

with his hips pistoning in and out of your lips, you couldn’t help the squeal that tumbled from your throat when he delivered a harsh smack to your flesh, your cheeks wet as he watched you cry. your tears only fueled him to pick up his pace, your hands flying up to grip his hoodie. pulling out with a groan, rafe spun you around so your face was pressed down into your sheets. with one hand gripping the soft skin of your hip, you cried out when he forced himself inside of your needy cunt. pulling his hoodie off, rafe threw the material to the side so it was long forgotten on the floor, his fingertips holding onto you with a death grip.

he was absolutely demolishing you right now. losing all ability to form a coherent thought or sentence, you blabbered nonsense as rafe fucked you with no regard. “taking me so fucking good, ‘bet you just love it when i break you in like this, huh? you’re nothing but a cock drunk slut,” he groaned, “you look so brainless right now, there’s nothing going on up there in that pretty head of yours.” he laughed, his words making you whine. rafe was too good at this, you felt like you were hanging on by a thread and you hadn’t even had your first orgasm of the night yet.

leaning down, rafe wrapped a hand around the back of your neck before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, both of you moaning at the contact. “you okay?” rafe broke character for a quick second, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you shakily let out a ‘m-mhmm!’ cursing under his breath, rafe snaked a hand around your waist before stroking your clit with fervor. “o-oh god— rafe!” you hiccuped, your thighs trembling with sensitivity as you laid helplessly beneath him.

you were completely at his mercy, a sob ripping itself from your throat as you went limp, the band in your tummy snapping with an intensity that had you shrieking into your palm. seeing you come undone and lose yourself on his cock was his favorite sight, your writhing form trembling from his skilled hips still slamming in and out of your own. rafe ignored your sharp gasps and pleas for him to slow down until your knees gave out from under you and your tummy met your bed.

you were such a fucked out mess already, rafe couldn’t help but stroke your cheek as he turned you over. “i need to see this pretty face when i pound your pussy in..” he groaned, slotting himself between your thighs. you wished you could see rafe’s face instead of his ski mask, but when you saw his lips curve into a smug grin, you eagerly pulled him down into another kiss as his cock rested hot and heavy on your stomach. he was rough, his teeth nipping your bottom lip before his tongue found yours.

“i’m not stopping until i see more tears run down these cheeks..” rafe whispered against your lips, your eyebrows knitting in confusion before he clamped a hand over your mouth. running his sticky tip along your glossy folds, you waited with a bated breath as he teased your clit. just as you sighed through your nose, rafe slid into you without warning, the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix sent you screaming, the sound being muffled by his hand.

you were just a few thrusts away from tapping out completely, your safe word sitting at the tip of your tongue. rafe could sense your breaking point, your eyes gleaming with desperation for him to finish. with shaky hands, you held onto rafe’s shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist as he grunted against your skin. he was so fucking close, he could feel your walls squeezing around him, ready to take everything he had. just then, his pubic bone started slamming against your clit, the action making you cry out.

“i’m gonna pump you full of my cum, ‘make you have my babies so you could never leave me,” he threatened, “make you all round and pretty with my seed.” you were crying now, your second orgasm ripping through you more harshly than the first. “red!” you sobbed, tapping his chest as an indication for him to stop. rafe was quick to stop his movements, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest as his hips stuttered, both of you gasping once you felt the warmth of his cum spill into you.

rafe shushed you, his demeanor immediately changing as he finally took the mask off, his lips trailing soft kisses along the underside of your jaw. “shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips, “you did so good for me, baby.” he praised, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt absolutely spent. “was it too much?” he asked concerned. you shook your head, reassuring him with a peck on the cheek. “nonono— it was perfect, i’m okay.” rafe sighed in relief, his forehead resting against your own.

“the knife was a little scary, though..” you giggled, moaning softly when he pulled out and collapsed on top of you. feeling his weight like this was so comforting to you, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his broad figure and cling to him in your post-orgasm bliss. “yeah? should i leave it out next time?” rafe felt himself growing sleepy with every stroke of your soft hand on his back.

“..no, i liked it.”

[cameronsdearest]

“yeah, i know,” his voice dropped, “i shouldn’t be so mean to you, huh?”

i love this line so much idk why!! shamefully smiling behind my laptop atm... little condescending but hes hot so!

“if you make me feel good i’ll watch whatever dumb videos you want me to.” he whispered against your lips, a groan rumbling from his chest when he started guiding your hand to stroke him.

ughh hes so gross i love him

hmmmmmm kinda mean, kinda icky... i like it.

hi! idk if you’re doing req rn but when you can, can u write something where bambi!reader is showing rafe a cutsie video she found, and he’s just so nonchalant and js doesn’t give a damn lol. she’s kinda hurt, but he just overlooks it and instead bribes her to get sexual with him

warnings: mean!rafe, slight manipulation, teasing, flirty banter, groping, knee riding (lol idk if this is even a thing?), hand job (?), dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, rough sex, pull out method

a/n: this has been in my req’s foreverrrr anon i’m sorry!! i’ll be answering some more reqs soon <3

“aww, look at this!” you all but melted at the sight of two deers cuddling up to each other in a video on your phone, a pout gracing your lips as rafe completely ignored the illuminated screen in his face. “watch out,” he grumbled, nudging you away, “you clearly see me trying to do something.” you fell back against your pillows with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you tossed the device haphazardly where he was sitting.

he laughed bitterly, not sparing you a single glance as you got under the covers. “toss something else, ‘see what happens—” one of your plushies met the back of his head before he could finish getting his sentence out, the action making him pause what he was doing. rafe immediately knew that he hurt your feelings when you acted out like that. turning around, rafe rolled his eyes when he saw that you had your back turned to him. “i’ll call you back later, ‘top.”

you felt the bed dip behind you, the heat of rafe’s body finding your backside. “you gonna ignore me now?” rafe pulled you against him by your sleep shorts, his lips skimming the shell of your ear as he spoke. damn him. you were refraining from smiling when you felt his mouth on your neck. “you know it makes me sad when you do that..” you whispered, pretending to push him away before he pinned your wrists to your chest. “what? when i don’t want to watch your stupid videos?”

“they aren’t stupid!” you turned around in his hold, “i always watch the stuff you send me..” rafe inserted a knee between your thighs, your breath hitching in your throat when he pressed into your neediest parts. “yeah, i know,” his voice dropped, “i shouldn’t be so mean to you, huh?” you shook your head, your lips parting as rafe took your hand in his. “no..” your voice came out shaky once he brought your palm to his cock.

“if you make me feel good i’ll watch whatever dumb videos you want me to.” he whispered against your lips, a groan rumbling from his chest when he started guiding your hand to stroke him. he continued pressing into your cunt, your lashes fluttering closed at the sensation. rafe knew he had you right where he wanted you whenever your hips started moving on their own accord. “y-you promise?” you whimpered, already giving into his ministrations once he let go of the hand you had wrapped around his cock.

he kissed you, your cheeks heating once you felt the lewd touch of his tongue in your month. “mhmm,” he hummed, “but you gotta give me what i want first.” your hands came up to run over his bare chest, your nails digging into his skin as he removed the knee he had between your thighs. rolling on top of you, rafe was quick to rid you of your flimsy dollette top, tonguing his cheek at the sight of your tits. “fuck, bambi, you’re so pretty,” he groped your chest, his bruising grip making you gasp.

“might’ just fuck these tits next time you throw one of your stuffed animals at me.” your bottoms were next to go, the man above you wasting no time in cupping your soaked cunt. rafe forced your thighs open, pressing a large palm against your lower tummy as he took himself out of his boxers. “gonna use you like the fucking cocksleeve you are.” he swatted your hands away before thrusting into you, a surprised squeak escaping your lips before he thumbed at your clit.

instinctively, your thighs shut around his waist, the size difference between you two making your legs tremble. rafe was ruthless when he had you like this; under his mercy and pliant with everything he wanted to do to you. he fucked into you as if you were the one who owed him something instead of the other way around. you were hiccuping, struggling to take every inch of him while every thrust of his had you scooting further up onto your bed.

you didn’t bother protesting against him since each time it only made him go harder. feeling him kiss your cervix hurt so good, you couldn’t help but cry out in both pleasure and pain, your eyes screwing shut as you reveled in being filled to the hilt. “doing so fucking good,” he shuddered, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, “you could let go, baby.” rafe could tell by the way your eyebrows knitted together that your high was just in arms reach, your walls fluttering around his cock as you let out a sob against his chest.

clinging onto him for dear life, rafe shushed you as he continued rubbing hard circles into your clit until you had tears rolling down your cheeks. “no more, no more, no more—” you were tapping out against his forearm, your bottom lip pulled harshly between your teeth. rafe smiled, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “hurts..” you whined, pushing against his toned stomach. “yeah? that’s the fucking point.” he grunted, picking up his pace before clamping a hand over your mouth.

you laid there helplessly, your heels digging into his back as he fucked you into overstimulation, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first. rafe groaned as you squeezed him with a death grip, your back arching off of the sheets as he continued stroking that soft spot inside you that made you jolt out of your body. “can’t— i mean it rafe!” your boyfriend cursed under his breath, pulling out of you with a hiss as he continued stroking himself over your tummy.

holding his weight up with one hand, you watched with hazy vision as he finished, his hips stuttering as he painted your skin with hot ropes of his cum. by the time he cleaned you up and was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you two were under the covers with heavy eyelids as he trailed kisses wherever he could.

so much for watching your ‘stupid’ videos when you two could barely stay awake..

[cameronsdearest]

POPEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

you were so used to the terms ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, even ‘sinful’, but pretty? you couldn’t decide if you liked the way your heart fluttered in your chest when you heard it.

STOPSTOPSTOPPP im in love with him.

“no, you don’t.” he whispered, stroking your skin with the utmost care.

vic i think you just changed my life with this.

im sitting and reflecting now.......

♡ when pope doesn’t want to hit you during sex..

warnings: oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, angst, finger sucking, mentions of past sexual encounters, reassurance and comfort, brief description of reader being treated poorly, overstimulation, soft sex, praise, reader cries, pope is so gentle and sweet ૮ . . ྀིა⁩

a/n: highly recommend reading bitchy!pogue!reader’s lore if you haven’t already so you could get a better understanding of her <3 this was slightly inspired by the ending of ‘anora’

wc: 1.3k

“pope, pope, pope—” you sounded like a broken record, the man’s name falling off of your lips like a mantra. working his tongue in skillful cirlces around your clit, you shuddered as his grip around your thighs tightened, arching your back off of his sheets with a cry. you didn’t think he had it in him. pope had effortlessly made you scream and cry in overstimulation for the past twenty minutes, your brain fuzzy and vision hazy as he pushed you over the edge time and time again.

“how are you so good at that?” you couldn’t help but ask as pope licked the remnants of you off of his lips, your eyes running down his shirtless form. “well i took a lot of anatomy classes for science and stuff, you know? bodily functions are kinda my thing. jj also might’ve given me some pointers..” you laughed, your chest rising and falling as you basked in your post-orgasm bliss. pope looked up at you sheepishly, sorta in disbelief that he had you of all people here in his room.

deciding to put his shirt back on, pope froze once you pulled at his arm. “what are you doing?” your brows knitted together in confusion when you saw him looking around like you two were finished. “i uhm— i didn’t want to assume that you wanted to have like full on sex, so i was just gonna let you get dressed whenever you felt ready.” you laid there dumbfounded. no guy has ever been this considerate. “are you kidding? i’m not leaving you high and dry..”

pope swallowed thickly when your hand trailed down his frontside, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you palmed him through his shorts. “did jj give also give you pointers on how to fuck?” pope shook his head, allowing you to pull him down between your legs. he was rock hard in his boxers and he was still making it all about you. “you got this hard just by tasting me?” your voice was sugary sweet and pope swore he could blow his load right then and there when he felt your fingers working him out of the restraints of his underwear.

“yes,” he nodded, deciding to help you out when one of the charms from your nails got caught in his zipper, “you tasted so good, and you’re also just really, really pretty.” he stammered, the nervous look on his face making you giggle. ‘pretty’ the word was so wholesome, you hadn’t been called that in ages. you were so used to the terms ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, even ‘sinful’, but pretty? you couldn’t decide if you liked the way your heart fluttered in your chest when you heard it.

you shook off the weird feeling that came over you, instead distracting yourself by taking pope’s hand and wrapping your lips around his thumb. “oh, wow! that’s—” pope had never seen such an erotic sight before in his life. not even in the weird porn jj would flash him out of no where. pope could sense a slight energy shift, but ultimately decided that he was just mentally psyching himself out cause he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

once he was prodding at your entrance, you and pope shared a knowing look before he pushed into you, a muffled moan tumbling from your mouth as he groaned, screwing his eyes shut at the sheer feeling of you being wrapped around him. you felt better than what he could’ve ever imagined. warm, wet, and gripping him like a fucking vice. he cursed to himself, hoping, pleading, that he wouldn’t finish quick and make a fool out of himself.

you were already a mess when his head was between your thighs, but feeling him inside you was a totally different thing. he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he could hit that spot that made you see stars behind closed eyes. he was slow and calculated, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. the realization had you feeling exposed and slightly embarrassed.

why wasn’t he being rough?

why wasn’t he being selfish?

why wasn’t he using you purely for his own pleasure?

pope leaned down and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, taking his hand and intertwining his fingers with your own. “you feel amazing,” he praised, “just perfect.” you blinked, your breath quickening as his lips found their way to yours. your brain wanted you to push him away and tell him that kissing on the lips was too intimate, but your heart had you giving in and kissing him back.

it wasn’t until you and pope were lost in each other’s orbit and his nose was nudging yours ever so gently that you panicked and turned your head away from him. you were losing control, and you needed to get behind the steering wheel fast. ripping your hand from his, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped you two over so you were on top. pope looked surprised, the sudden change in position throwing him for a loop. you reached back, lining him up with your entrance before sinking back down onto his length.

pope let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hands flying out to rest in the curve where your thighs and your hips met. you started up a steady pace, the man underneath you shamelessly grunting and moaning as you rode him with ease. you refused to look at him or meet his eyes, partly because you were terrified of seeing what you couldn’t handle right now; and that was the gaze of a man who wasn’t viewing you as some kind of sex object, but as an actual living being with emotions and thoughts and aspirations of your own.

pope knew what you did for work but it didn’t bother him. he was concerned about your safety more than anything. your fears came true when pope ran his fingers across your flesh, the look on his face saying it all. he wasn’t just admiring your body, he was cherishing it. every curve, every detail, he was engraving every single thing into his brain in hopes that he wouldn’t have to rely on his memory of you to be the only time he’ll ever see you like this.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed to prove that pope was exactly like everyone else. “hit me,” you moaned, grabbing his hand and placing it on your cheek, “please, i want you to do it.” pope felt his heart drop to his stomach, his face twisting in confusion. “hit you? why would i do that?” he stopped you, sitting up against the headboard while you avoided his heated stare. “why wouldn’t you?” you scoffed, “it’s like every guy’s wet dream.”

“it’s not mine.”

that’s exactly what you were afraid to hear. of course pope wasn’t some sick individual who got off on hitting girls and inflicting pain on them— words included. “please, just do it. choke me, pull my hair, anything— i want it.” with his palm still on your cheek, he cradled your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “no, you don’t.” he whispered, stroking your skin with the utmost care.

him being gentle hurt you more than any man who threw you around with no regard ever did. you didn’t know no other way, you didn’t know what it was like to be put first. nor did you know how to outwardly express your appreciation or vulnerability without having to give something away. you stared at him, your resolve crumbling as you cried into his chest, his arms enveloping you immediately. you cried until you couldn’t anymore, all while pope was still nestled inside of you.

he didn’t say a word as he held you tightly, your tears dripping down onto his skin as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. pope already knew what was wrong, his ability to read you and see right through you was uncanny. “no one can hurt you anymore,” he stated, “not in here. not when you’re with me.”