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:¨ ·.· ¨: stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsister!reader 𝜗𝜚 `· . 𐙚 warnings. stepcest. public sex. oral (f!receiving). fingering. nasty dirty talk ː for livie &&& tasha ♡

your step-brother, nicholas, had a weird addiction to your pussy. maybe it was the way you tasted, maybe it was your intoxicating smell; or maybe it was the sweet, little noises — so much different from your usual demanding and sugar-coated voice — that had him on his knees every time you spread your legs for him. one look, it was all it took; the soft flutter of your lashes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, twirling a piece of hair around your finger — and he already knew what you wanted.

the worst thing? he wanted it just as much.

that's how you found yourself here — legs spread in the air in a pretty v shape, with nicholas' veiny arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling onto the floor from your spot on the kitchen counter. with the party going on outside, the house was fully empty, except for the two of you, lingering in the kitchen for long; not long enough for your family to get suspicious and come look for you, though.

it was a beautiful and peaceful evening in california; the sun was just hiding behind the horizon, coating the skies in pretty pink and orange hue. your uncle's loud voice echoed through the garden, along with mixed voices and laughter from both yours and nicholas' families. or, should you say just — your family?

your little black dress rested on your upper thighs, swirling in the light wind as you moved around the garden to greet the guests. nicholas stood there, chatting with some friend of his you didn't have an opportunity to meet yet, looking as handsome as ever in his tank top and beige pants — something so basic, yet so good on him. nicholas' tan skin seemed to glow in the setting sun, the veins on his arms more prominent than ever as he flexed his muscles, stretching his arms over his head.

you found yourself twirling a piece of your perfectly curled hair around your finger, leaning on your elbows so that he could get a sneak of your boobs if he looked long enough; your fingers ghosting over the rim of your glass as you stared at your step-brother absently. his dark eyes met yours every now and then, sending you a clear message — right there and then, he wanted this; no, he needed this. needed you. the consequences be damned.

"shit, nick— someone could walk in—", you stutter, pushing his face closer towards your pussy absentmindedly, and you hear him chuckle against your mound at your weak protest. the vibration sends a spark of electricity down your spine, and you can't control the moan that slips past your lips as nicholas' mouth closes around your clit. his nails dig into your thighs almost painfully, but you're too high up to care — all you can think about is him, right there, right now, kneeling in front of you and devouring you as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"for someone who talks so much, you're ridiculously quiet now", nicholas teases between licks, manoeuvring between short, precise flicks of his tongue and long swipes that have you clutching on the counter until your knuckles turn white. as much as you hate him for his cockiness and carelessness, you can't bring yourself to care, not now. with his tongue circling around your clenching hole, dipping in just barely to feel you clench around the muscle, and your legs beginning to shake where he holds them open, the bitchy reply dies in your throat.

"what is it, lil' sis? does your big brother's tongue feel good on your little pussy? she just needs to be taken care of, yeah? you poor little thing," nicholas coos softly, his voice sickly sweet, dripping with a fake sincere that has you gripping the counter tighter.

"such a shame you're such a dirty, pathetic whore."

tears spring to your eyes at the pure obscenity of his words, and you shake your head, teeth sinking in your bottom lip as you throw your head back. as much as nicholas' remarks annoy you, you can't deny they also make the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to burst just as he chuckles into you, clearly amused by your fucked-out state. you can't help the shameless moan that slips past your dry throat as you fight to free your legs from the painful grip he has on you.

"ni— nickkk," you beg quietly, hoping he'd catch the hint just as your mother's voice echoes through the garden, getting dangerously close to the balcony door. you straighten your posture, both hands in nicholas' hair now to get him to stop, hoping he'd listen, just like you know he can.

but your step-brother seems to know exactly what you need, even if you don't say it directly. he redoubles his effort, sucking your clit into his mouth while groaning into you, fingers digging into your sensitive skin. his dark eyes glimmer with satisfaction and something darker, something that has your toes curling and back arching. you're moaning into the summer air, rocking your hips back and forth against nicholas' face as his tongue swirls around your nub.

"such a naughty, dirty slut, aren't you, sis?," nicholas teases, smacking his lips together when he pulls away for a breath, licking away the string of saliva that connects him to the heaven that is your sloppy pussy — his own step-sister's pussy, the very one he craves for every night, he realises. with the thought blooming in his head, and a newfound determination, he lets go of your thigh and gets up from where he's kneeling on the floor, standing between your legs as two of his fingers slip into your hole. you slap your hand over your mouth when he curls them inside you, immediately beginning to fuck into you with a force that has you dangerously close to the edge.

"oh shit— nick, fuck— oh, i'm gonna come," you cry out, pulling nicholas' neck to lick at his jaw and mouth, tasting yourself on his face as he groans into the air, his thumb finding your clit as he rubs it gently — a sharp contrast to the toughness of his fingers working inside you. you're not allowed to cum, you know, he has to give you a verbal permission, and you're a well-trained little sister for your older brother. so you hold it in, pulling nicholas down for a sloppy kiss, your moans swallowed by his sinful lips on yours as he kissed you with just as much vigour, pushing your hips down with his free hand when you started to wiggle against his body.

"you wanna cum, sissy?," nicholas teases lowly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth lewdly, his fingers curling upward until you feel like crying from the overwhelming pleasure. you nod the best you can, nails scratching on the back of his neck until you're sure you'll leave marks there. good.

"you know what good girls say when they want to cum, baby. don't you? c'mon, sweetness," he urges, and you feel his smell invade your senses, his voice and the sound of your squelching wetness filling the small, orange-hued space. "you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah?"

nicholas' hand finds your jaw, making you pout your lips as you look up at him through your lashes, swallowing your pride the moment you meet his demanding gaze.

"fuck, yes— wanna be your good girl, shittt! please, nick", you cry out. as you feel the wetness cling to your inner thighs your cheeks grow hot, tears springing in the corners of your eyes as he smiles cruelly, kissing your pouting mouth wetly.

"hmm, not quite good enough, sissy," he teases again, smirking to himself when he feels you tighten around his fingers. he rubs your clit furiously, his whole body pressing against yours to ensure you don't fall onto the wooden floor. "say it."

you hiccup, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, your nails digging into his bicep. the feeling of his muscles clenching under your touch is your unraveling as you fall forward, but nicholas' hand wraps around your throat firmly to make sure you keep your watery eyes on him.

"please, big brother, wanna cum f'you," you whine pathetically, choking on your breath when nicholas' thumb presses on your pulse point, his eyes dark as he studies your angelic expression.

"that's my girl, fuck," he growls lowly, speeding up his ministrations on your pussy as the wet, squelching sounds fill the thick air, making the tips of your ears turn red with humiliation. you hate it how easily he takes control over you, hate it when he makes the tables turn and leaves you trembling under his intense eyes. you let out a strangled moan, feeling your hole flutter as your tight canal swallows nicholas' fingers again, again and again—

"cum for me, sis. let me see you come f'me, yeah, give me allll you got," he coos, letting go of your neck to give your covered breast a firm squeeze, and it's all it takes. your cries and nicholas' groan echo through the kitchen as you come on his fingers, hard. you soak nicholas' hand as some transparent liquid squirts out of your clenching hole, dripping down his arm and onto the wooden floor.

he works you through the waves of your orgasm, mumbling incoherent words into the air — but they aren't meant for you to hear. your eyes are heavy when nicholas lifts his hand to tap his soaked fingers against your bottom lip, his gaze softer now, affection mixed with a hint of authority.

"suck yourself off my fingers, baby. if you do good, maybe, maybe i'll fuck your pretty little throat later, yeah?".

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PUSH2START: rafe cameron gets turned on when reader (THEE brand-new hot young singer), went to outer banks to record her next music video, from her smash summer song.

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NOTES: HEAR ME OUT that idea came into me bc i think tyla and drew would make such a hot couple mdjjdjdj…also english is not my first language, so apologies for any mistake!

WARNINGS: male masturbation,erotic fantasy, rafe and his disturbing troughts about fucking reader.

“Jesus..fuckk” rafe’s dirty words sounded more like a curse while stroking himself to the image of your doll-body, tan sun kissed skin and bambi eyes. God, you were just so fuckable- the way ur hips were movin while dancing to “pushin' on my buttons with no hesitation”, -makin rafe actually wanna push all of your buttons deeply…he remembers your foreigner accent calling him:

“Hay Mr. rafey cameron” you said with a big smile, on your way to hug him. He hated how he loved that hug so much, stayin’ a litte longer with his hand on ur waist, squeezing a lil’ bit.

A big popstar like you coming to a small city like outer banks of course kept the place curious. Everyone were looking foward to meet u ever since the media leaked the place you were going to shoot the music video for PUSH2START. But u def didn’t disapointed. Everyone were stunned not only by your unreal beauty, but about how kind and sweet was your personality. You made sure to take pictures with all the fans, talk to them, and even payed some food for the tired fans.

The Cameron family, as the richest clan livin in outer banks, were the ones taking care of the whole musicvideo. The shoots, the recording, the marketing…everything. So, ofcourse rafe cameron would be present. Sarah and Wheezie were having a blash about meeting the most pretty, talented, funny and successful it girl of the time. Mr Rafe, could not care less..i mean, he did in fact not give a fuck about pop divas, so it was just another boring ass event he would have to attend cuz hes ward’s cameron son.

That changed the minute he saw you. WHATTHEFUCK-the only thing that passed by his head. He could not move or speak, cuz all the blood from his body went straight to his cock. He had too many thoughts- all ending up with you screaming his name while he pounded hard into your tight pussy. was a fucking torture to him watch you all day, seeing you with those small jeans, top cropped, showing your belly piercing he desperately wanted to lick, and your pretty legs that we wanted to grab and squeeze.

In fact, he did tried to flirty with you all day. Calling you princess, beauty, doll, honey…tried to keep eye-contact, laying his hands on your body- but you were just naive and innocent. You had this confident hot woman recording the music video, but you also had a very sweet and kinda dorky girl in the behind the scenes. Rafe wanted to get you all for himself, and beat the hell up of any boy who tries to hit on you. All these patetic losers guys could not workship you the way he would. FUCK you were driving him insane and honry as hell.

So, when he got home, his dick hurting for so much time being hard, he opens his phone, and finds the pic he was taking of you. Rafey’s mouth started to salivate just by looking at your wet skin- he wanted so bad to get you like this-. He zoomed at your perfect face, and lowered his hand at his drooling dick, givin a long squeeze. took his pants n brief almost immediatly, he was high by how honry he was.

Cameron felt at his stomach his pink, big cock, leaking precum on the top of it, and slowly started to move. Stroking himself meanwhile movin hips, imagining he was slamming the hell out of you-pushin all of your buttons-felt so goddamn amazing. It was so hard to keep holdin his phone with ur pic w the free hand, so lost in his imagination and burning desire.

“Oh my princess..fuck” he screams when his orgasm hits like a bomb in his body. Cum were all over ur picture from his phone. And one thing he knew- he needs u badly and it must make HASTE.

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છ rafe interrupting girl time

── ✦ .ᐟ sarah’sbestfriend!reader

you knocked on the door of the cameron’s home, holding your breath. you love sarah. she was the sweetest girl you’ve met in outer banks so far and you were surprised she wanted to be friends. to hang out with you, just like she asked today. you’d loved coming over the few times before. then you met her brother who wouldn’t be at the home when you were.

and you would catch yourself staring. sometimes not hearing sarah when she would say something to you. sometimes dropped things just from being in his presence. would excuse yourself to sarah’s ensuite to check on your appearance.

but rafe didn’t notice these things. wouldn’t even acknowledge you. you two hadn’t spoken before. why would you? you’re sarah’s friend. her older brother wouldn’t want to talk to her friends. it made sense.

but still.. you found yourself doing the little while getting ready today. you spent extra time on your hair, strategically applied your layered scents, and spent longer than you’d like to admit picking out an outfit while questioning what would rafe like?

but you didn’t mind. on the slight chance he was here and would notice you, you wanted to look good. was it unrealistic that he would see you and make some sort of move? possibly. but the man was so enigmatic. handsome. charming. you’re not sure what you wouldn’t do for him without him even asking.

you fluffed up your hair absentmindedly as someone opened the door. you smiled, going to greet sarah, when you saw it was rafe who opened it.

rafe, who couldn’t look better if he tried. rafe, with a bored expression on his face.

you quickly stilled your mouth, peering hesitantly up at him.

he scrunched his brow. you frowned. what did you say? well, you didn’t say anything. what did you do? you looked down at yourself, wanting to immediately remove whatever rafe saw and didn’t like.

“you bake cookies for her or something?”

you looked back up to rafe. “cookies..? no.. i do love baking, but i didn’t bring anything. why? would you like me to bring some next time? i wouldn’t mind”

of course you didn’t. but of course you went and said more than he asked for.

rafe continued to stare at you, not responding. you twisted your lips, glancing down.

“you smell like ‘em”

you looked up to see rafe had walked away from the entryway, allowing you to step inside.

he noticed.

the tiniest smile blossomed, and you stepped in, shutting the door behind you.

you glanced around, noticing sarah wasn’t downstairs.

“um.. do you know where sarah..”

rafe interrupted your question, speaking while tapping on his phone. “upstairs”

you looked to him once more. for your first real interaction, you wanted to bask in it. but rafe looked like he was over talking. and you didn’t want to stand there staring.

you glanced away, sighing softly, and made your way up to sarah’s room.

you found her lying belly down on the bed, feet twiddling behind her, messing with nail polish. she looked up at your entrance, squealing.

“you’re here! come on, i need you to pick out my color”

you closed the door behind you, settling in the same position as her at her side. you looked at the options. some pink, some red. mostly different shades of both colors.

you giggled at the somewhat lack of options. “um.. what are you going for? something simple and cute, or a little bold..” you held up the dark red. it was so her color and you’ve seen her wear it before.

she bit her lip in lieu of response. you gasped softly. “oh.. it’s serious..”

she slightly smirked at you, still seemingly nervous.

“sarah cameron, is this about a boy?” you softly poked her side, sidling closer. “a certain.. blonde.. surfer.. bandana wearing..”

you said pointedly at the bandana tied around her wrist. you’d noticed her wearing some. whether on her neck or wrist, you saw it. and you had a feeling where they were coming from.

“..boy?” you finished off, looking back up at sarah. you weren’t trying to tease her too much, you were just so happy for her. she seemed happier. was up to some crazy things lately from the stories she relayed to you. and alongside some boy you saw around.

she smiled down at the bandana. “yeah.. things have been getting a little serious..”

you sat upright, too excited to continue lying down. “oh, please tell everything” she sat up too and you grabbed her hands, slightly bouncing the two of you.

“okay, okay..” she laughed out. “i’ll tell you while you apply the polish that you think john b will like..”

you immediately held up the red. “come on” you sarcastically told her. he would love the red. especially now that you know why you’ve seen her wear it so often.

you screwed off the brush in the bottle, dipping the brush in and slightly wiping off the sides, poised to begin painting, when sarah’s door flew open.

you both startled, looking to the door.

“rafe! don’t you know how to knock? we could’ve been changing in here”

rafe looked to you once sarah said it, glancing back at her just as quickly. your cheeks heated.

“whatever. some pouge is her to talk to you. something about finding a clue.. what are you up to when you’re not at home, sarah?”

you watched sarah roll her eyes in your peripheral, your gaze locked on rafe.

“fine..” she stood from the bed, going to stand at her doorway which rafe was blocking. “you gonna move..?”

rafe continued looking at her, but finally stepped to the side. sarah huffed. “jerk.”

she turned before leaving the room. “i’ll be right back” you went to return her smile, but she was gone before you could muster it.

you slowly twisted the brush back into the bottle, not daring to look up from your lap as you did so.

he was still here..

you placed the bottle aside, waiting for rafe to go back to whatever it was he was doing. as you twiddled your fingers for a few seconds, time counted to a minute, and rafe still hadn’t left.

you looked up. he was already looking at you. you quickly glanced back down. okay..

you heard footsteps move closer, then a body sitting on the bed next to you.

he softly chuckled. “how sarah managed to get you.. quiet, timid you.. to become her friend..? i still don’t know.. and i don’t know if i like it.. i don’t need her corrupting you..”

a hand gripped your chin, forcing your head up when you failed to respond for a moment. “you hear me speaking, don’t you?”

you nodded in his grasp, eyes wide.

“then look up at me and respond, yeah?” he moved your head in a nod. you nodded again.

letting you go, he leaned back on the bed.

“not so chatty as downstairs, hm?.. do i make you ramble, which i don’t think you notice is the cutest thing you do, or do i make you go quiet and draw out those little bambi eyes? both make it hard to focus”

you went to speak, but closed your mouth. now you can’t even decide which you want to do.

rafe tilted his head at you. “if i asked you what boy you were planning on putting that polish on for, would you speak?”

you made a noise. a squeak, perhaps. not really a word.

“what.. what boy..?”

it took you a second to realize the question sounded familiar to the one you asked sarah minutes ago. if she was putting on polish for a boy.

did rafe.. hear that?

he sat up before your mind could wander, picking at the colors in front of you two.

“were you gonna wear this pink?” he held up the bottle. “the one that’s matching what you’re wearing? were you gonna match for some pouge?”

rafe knew you weren’t from over here. you aren’t a kook. your cheeks slightly heated again before you realized. rafe knew you weren’t from over here? you never said anything. you doubt sarah spoke about you to rafe.

he quickly moved again, not letting your brain process things he didn’t need you figuring out.

he tossed the bottle at you. “i mean, go ahead, put it on.. i like that color and i’m gonna be the only one it’s for”

you looked to the bottle in your lap, then to rafe.

“i.. i’m sorry.. there’s no boy.. i wasn’t going to..” you stopped at the look on rafe’s face. yeah, you weren’t fibbing your way out of this one.

you picked up the bottle, hand going to twist the top. rafe’s chuckle stopped you. you looked up to see him watching your hands, tongue poked in his cheek.

“you’d do anything i tell you, huh? like with those cookies? you’d bake for me? you’d do your hair for me? wear those little doll outfits for me?”

you couldn’t do anything but continue staring at him. it was all you’ve wanted. rafe actually noticing you. but you couldn’t focus on anything but his voice, listening for the next command.

his hand shot out to grip your chin again, shaking your head in a nod. “yes, rafe” he spoke for you.

you nodded again without his hand moving you. “yes rafe, i will..”

rafe smirked, letting go. “put it on.. you know you were gonna do it for me, s’okay..” rafe’s sudden soft tone calmed your nerves.

“i like the things you do for me.. i like that you think about me. even when you’re putting on clothes.. do you get frustrated and think rafe wouldn’t like that? ‘cause i would. i’d like anything you wear..”

your fingers were slightly trembling as you applied the polish.

“what else do you think about.. what goes on in that pretty little head of yours?.. do you want me to go first?”

you quickly glanced up. rafe.. thought about you?

he smirked at your response. “but.. i can’t scare you away.. i just got you”

got you. scare you. what was he implying..

you heard him tsk. “you’re making a mess kid, come on” he voice took on an annoyed edge. your attention drew back down to your nails. a little polish started to run down your finger.

you went to wipe it away when rafe grabbed your hand, doing it himself.

“you’re always making messes. dropping things.. i mean, what would you do if i wasn’t here? make a mess of yourself and not know what to do?” he sounded slightly angry.

you looked down bashfully.

“so it’s a good thing i’m here, right? because you’re a messy little thing who can’t even think for herself. you think for me, don’t you?”

you nodded before rafe finished his sentence. you finished up the polish, setting it aside.

he grabbed your hands, angling them toward himself. “so small..” he muttered to himself, almost like he wasn’t meaning for you to hear.

he looked up at you, catching you off guard. “so that’s how i get you quiet? your little head goes quiet, waiting for me to tell it what to think?”

you blinked up at him. rafe chuckled. “but i need you to use your words.. it’s all for me, right? your little doll look and thoughts? you? you’re all for me?”

you went to nod, but remembered to speak. “yes, rafe.”

he nodded at you. “i know.”

he dropped your hands when footsteps sounded up the stairs. you heard sarah huff, drawing your attention to her and off of rafe. “it was just jj.. he took forever explaining his genius plan to get the..”

she halted when she saw you both. “rafe, what are you doing in here with her? get out, weirdo”

rafe pushed from the bed, making his way out. he looked back at you, then to sarah. “whatever, i got what i wanted”

he left the room.

sarah sighed. “he is so annoying” she shut the door again, settling back on the bed besides you.

“yeah..” you agreed.

sarah slightly frowned. “you alright? he didn’t say anything weird to you, right?”

“yeah.. no. no, he didn’t say anything..”

sarah shrugged, moving to grab the red nail polish.

not anything you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about.

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First Encounter.

Bestfriendsboyfriend!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader

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warnings: slight smut. infidelity (not on reader). choking. dumbification. immoral thought process. substance use (drinking while driving.) power dynamics. dom / sub dynamics. toxic behaviors. manipulation / gaslighting. slight coercion / dubcon?

a/n: i am so hyped to release this AU. been playing around with it for a while. i decided to use maddy’s name from the show so im sorry if you’re a maddy. Her face claim is NOT alexa demie, can be anyone you imagine. not verbatim to the storyline / scene —my version of it —btw they’re all out of high school. enjoy!

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“M’fuckin busy! Fuck off!” Growls Rafe breathlessly, too entranced by his sweet doll who he’s pounding into the door. Pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek as he groaned into her skin; her bruised bottom lip hidden behind her front teeth in an attempt to keep her volume down as he presses her body to the bathroom door. But breathy moans and whines couldn’t help but slip past her swollen lips. The heat they built up in the restroom almost suffocating. Harsh breathes and moans of pure desire being passed to one another. He’ll be damned if he lets some stupid party-goer ruins this for him. Something he’s been dying to have.

“Rafe?!” His girlfriend knew that voice, wondering why she hasn’t seen him around the party. “Are you serious?! Open the fucking door, I have to pee! I’m not fucking around! Where have you been?!” she shouted, her voice full of vexation as she continues fumbling with the knob and banging on the wood from the other side. Sure, they’d been on a ‘break’ since their latest fight, but the was still her man and she wants to know what the hell he’s up to.

As for Rafe and y/n, the realization of who’s on the other side of the door —makes time stop. Their bubble of passion and intoxicating ambience getting popped. He looks at his doll’s eyes widen with immense fear, her lips parting to speak and the only thing coming out being a squeak when he shoves his large hand over her mouth. Her beautiful doe eyes looking into his as he presses her to the door and catches his breath. Mind calculating at the situation.

“Sh, relax —told you to trust me, didn’t I?”, he whispered gruffly to her; his eyes glaring with warning as he pressed her harder into the door. The banging from his girlfriend on the other side shaking her half-naked body as fear and anxiety drips from her eyes in the form of tears. “Don’t fucking cry. I swear to god —don’t. Just relax.” His voice softened slightly to accumulate her compliance once more.

He watched as her body relaxed slightly until the banging started up once again and his girlfriend started shouting for him to let her in once more. “Are you taking a shit? I can smell it, you’re fucking gross!” She mocked with a laugh, her hand jangling the knob once more. He watches as his doll’s hand comes down to press against it, keeping it in place as her eyes look at him for resolve, tears dripping down once more.

“I told you to stop crying, are you fuckin’ serious right now?” He reprimanded her, dragging his hand down her face to grip her throat while he repositions himself to hop her higher and adjust her body. “If you start trippin’ she’s gonna find out so, chill.” He mocked her, leaning his head in with his infamous smirk as he brushed his lips against hers. Not too deterred by his girlfriend on the other side. In fact the thrill sets him off and he begins grinding into her once more.

Her eyes flutter with the feeling as she relaxes her body once more, thighs widening around his waist as her manicured hand grips the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah… there you go. Sh, just let me take care of it —of you, alright? No need to worry that empty little head. I got it.” He whispered against her mouth, his chest burning with satisfaction at her submissive whimpers as she whines under her breath.

“Bu-but…” she starts up, her sweet voice filled with guilt as her brows furrow once more in worry. Looking deep into his cobalt eyes as he domineers her with his presence. “She’s my best friend.” She whines sweetly, her voice shaky and demeanor racked with culpability. It makes Rafe want to ruin her that much more, determined to break down her faithfulness to the girl on the other side. It should only be to him, he’ll be damned if it doesn’t happen.

“What about it?” He mocks under his breath, grinding his hips into her once again, watching as her brows furrowed and lips formed an ‘O’ and she fell into his being easily, brain going fuzzier from his cock in her. “She’s my girlfriend, but you didn’t mind too much when you were taking your panties off in my car to show me this pretty pussy, did you? Or when you were kissing and rubbing up on me.” He ridicules her for her earlier actions, for the reason she’s even in this position to begin with. Gaslighting her into believing she was the one who started this, even though he’s the one who knotted the web he caught her in.

“Don’t worry about what she is. Just worry about being good for me, and I’ll take care of it. Kay? Told you that your loyalty lies with me now.” He whispered to her, pressing his lips against hers softly as his girlfriend’s resolve broke and she walked off with a scoff. Leaving the two alone once more —just as it should be, in his mind.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Now where were we.”

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If Rafe said he was surprised he ended up in this position he would be wrong. Because he’d been dying too, ready to claim the little doll he’s had his eye on since the relationship with his girl has fallen into the flames of irreparability. Their toxicity no longer fun and draining as he find himself wishing he’d never got to this point in the first place. Or got with her.

But oh…. her sweet, little best friend has been the salvation he’s been dreaming about. Her mindless way of being consuming his every thought as he calculates how to catch her in his grip. How to ensure she becomes his, and his alone. Friendships and relationships be damned.

And it seems his constant thoughts of her finally manifested in real time. Smirking to himself as he walks out the door of the liquor shop he stopped by to get drinks before heading to Topper’s. His doll faced fantasy sitting outside on the sidewalk in her tiny little dress and cute heels as she sniffles to herself. Glittery eyes decorated with equally glittery tears as she drinks her sorrows away. Tired of the constant berating from everyone around her. Exhausted even.

The perfect time for Rafe to be her knight in shining armor.

“Hey,” he spoke out after leaving the shop. Coming to tower behind her, as he stares down at her. Watching as her gorgeous face turns up to look at him, eyes focusing on him with a false innocence that has every guy on the island vying after her constantly. Tits spilling out of her small dress, cute lace thong peeking out from the short skirt and her position on the sidewalk. French tipped toes in strappy heels pointed together as her knees held against each other. “What’s going on with you? Aren’t you suppose to be at the party? Where’s Maddy?”

He watches as she shrugs, looking down and letting her tears fall onto her smooth legs, that gleam under the moonlight with body glitter and lotion —as pitiful sobs rack from her chest once more. She’s the epitome of pathetic and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of it.

“We had a fight. She dumped me here. Said I was too dumb for her to be around. Too much.” She whispered pathetically, caving in on herself as her blinged, manicured nails fiddle with each other. Her cute nose twitching like a bunny as she sniffles —a baby bunny he’s determined to eat up and savor like the big bad wolf he is.

A scoff leaves Rafe’s mouth as he shakes his head. Lips quirking at the sides, as he speaks to her with insincere consolation in his voice. His pathetic girl, of course she’s too much. Head too empty, and in need of constant guidance. A little lamb wobbling on her weak legs as she attempts to walk and luckily she has him to guide her like a sheppard.

Everyone knew y/n was an airhead —a bimbo. As sad as it is to say, it’s completely accurate. She’d always been too sweet and too dense for her own good, with a banging body and pretty face. Maybe not the sharpest crayon in the box but she sure as hell was always the prettiest. Her point constantly dulled out by the way she was used —by everyone around her. Taking turns and fighting over who gets to color with her. Rafe is the one who’s determined to break her in half and keep her in his pocket. Completely unusable to anyone else except for him.

He remembers when he met her back in high school. Bouncing around Tannyhill during one of Rafe’s functions; in her skimpy outfit as her plump chest practically spilled out. Little, g-string nestled between her cheeks as the bottom of her tiny skirt lifted with her movements. Stumbling around in strappy heels, with manicured toes. Her body shimmering with glitter and flawless complexion shining under the strobing lights of the party. Pretty eyes decorated with sparkles and plump lips glossed as she giggled at the boys surrounding her.

She was the complete opposite of his girlfriend —her best friend. Both equally as beautiful, equally as stunning. But two completely different demeanors. Yin and Yang. Night and Day. Sweet and Salty. And that’s why they worked so well, that’s why they clicked. But that’s also why Rafe realized he had a sweet tooth way more than a savory one. Feeling like he chose the wrong meal when he preferred dessert as he observed her more and more over time —the more and more his relationship fell apart.

When he’d first met Maddy during the end of his junior year, he’d been completely entranced by her domineering and confident attitude. Equal to his and intoxicating. She was a challenge, something to conquer. A kitten with sharp claws he wanted to tame and let scratch him. She had been moving around enticingly in her skimpy cheer uniform during one of their pep rally’s, her sharp eyes gazing at him with desire as she seduced him. She was everything he wanted in a girl. At least that’s what he felt at the time.

Now 3 years into their relationship and he’s really understanding the saying that not all the glitters is gold. Thinking with his dick got his throat ripped out constantly by the lioness he succumbed too. His relationship was quickly and surely falling into the toilet and he was completely ready to flush it away. Tired of the constant fighting, the constant paranoia of setting her off and exhausted from the way she constantly set off the ticking-time-bomb he was.

Him and maddy were nearing the end —that was forsure. At first their toxic attitudes colliding was fun —thrilling even. Now though, it was anything but. She was sick and tired of his dodgy demeanor and asshole tendencies. His need to dominate her and the way he lashed out when he couldn’t. He was sick and tired of her constantly picking away at him, leaving him exasperated as she yapped away anytime he did something she felt was out of bounds. The constant battles for power, the constant attempts at enticing jealousy, the constant paranoia and possessiveness, the constant screaming matches —on both ends.

The sex was getting dull. In fact, it already was. So tired of her bullshit and constantly pressing her face into the sheets just to shut her the fuck up and get his nut in. His desire for her wearing off to the point that he felt like he couldn’t get it up anymore. In fact, she’d already ridiculed him for not being able to keep his dick hard. That’s when he knew, that any passion he may have once had for her had completely weaned away. And all they did was beat an already dead and rotting horse. It was time for something fresh.

The more his relationship declined, the more he noticed y/n. Fuck, she was so sweet. Like a delicate chocolate crafted with the intent to make everyone addicted, with just a taste of her presence. One he wanted no one else but him to savor. Sweet giggles and charming smiles, the way she hugs everyone with her chest pressed tightly to theirs. An air of glittery, demure charm that made everyone want to be around her. Gorgeous body, pretty face and an head so empty he swears if he knocked on it —it would sound hollow.

But the more he observed her, the more he noticed everything. Her constant need for validation, her lack of confidence. The way she so easily fell for anyone who gave her the slightest bit of soft affection. The way she clinged onto people like a stray needing shelter. Sad eyes hidden behind kind smiles, and charming giggles. The way she caved in on herself when she someone disregarded her. It was perfect, the perfect canvas for him to mold at his whim and every desire. The only thing that stopped him was her devotion to her best friend.

Maddy and y/n had been attached at the hip since they were pre-teens. Their friendship may have seemed tight from the outside perspective, but Rafe knew the truth. Their whole circle did.

Maddy saw y/n as her accessory, someone she could manipulate when convenient. Her doll to play with and use however she desires. Constantly speaking to her with a patronizing and condescending tone hidden behind faux care. Berating her with soft words of fake love. Dragging her around whenever she wanted, to wherever she wanted and disregarding her whenever just the same. Making her submit constantly. And y/n let herself, she felt like it was real-genuine love.

So it’s no surprise to Rafe that Maddy tossed her out after a fight. That’s just what she does, to everyone. No regard for anything that isn’t benefiting her. But he should thank her, because she created the perfect situation for him to get what he wants and he’ll be stupid not to take the opportunity. Maybe she was Maddy’s doll to play with, but Rafe would steal her and make her his and his alone. Like a limited edition that only he would have access too.

“Well, uh” he started, staring down at her with pure mischief in his gaze that she would never catch onto. His pathetic girl who needed someone to scoop her up and protect her from the cruel reality surrounding them. “I’m headed over there right now, I could give you a ride. If you’re up to it?” He said sincerely, watching the way her eyes lit up with cheer as the sadness washed away. That bright smile he adores, once again adorning her gorgeous face as she squeaks out a, “really? yes! thank you!”

He walks to stand in front of her and extends his hand out, letting her smaller one grasp his palm as he lifts her up from the sidewalk. Watching as her dress rises up more with her movements and exposes the tiny g-string she wore. His eyes immediately falling to the wrapped up present between her legs as she let out a ‘whoops!’ and adjusts her dress. Pulling it down like it did anything, her ass was still hanging out.

“C’mon, Top’s waiting on me.” He said with charm, gripping her now by her upper arm as he tugged her to the passenger side of his truck and opened it up for her. Letting her grip his hand to step onto the side bar as she lifted herself up —watching as her ass showed from under the dress until she tucked herself away into the passenger seat. “Thanks Rafe”, she told him sweetly. Giving him that pretty smile while he just nodded his head and returned it. Shutting the door and quickly jogging over to the driver’s side.

Once he gets in, he immediately starts the engine —putting his arm over the passenger seat and turning his head back to guide himself out of the parking space. It’s when he turned back forward after reversing and putting the car into gear that he noticed her staring at him. “Got something on my face, or what?” He jokingly griped, turning to look at her as she looked at him with her head tilted —observing him.

“Hmm, no. You’re just like, really pretty you know that?” She giggled, her faux lashes fluttering as Rafe’s lips quirked at the corners from her comment. One foot into the black hole that was Rafe Cameron, one step closer. “Yeah? Well I could say the same about you, doll.” He quipped back, watching as her smile widened and she leaned her body closer to his. Rafe’s fingertips burning with want as her sweet smelling perfume invaded the truck and his senses.

“You’re just saying that,” she said softly, turning her head to look out the window as she fiddled with her tinsled hair. “Nah, I mean it. You’re beautiful.” He said with confidence, watching her turn back to face him as she clung onto his words. Observing the way he reached his arm back to grab a beer out of the case he bought. Biting the cap off and spitting it out before placing it between her parted thighs, then reaching back to grab another for himself. “Um… I’m-I’m already a little buzzed.” She admitted, staring at the beer on her lap after he bit the cap off his; spitting it on the center console. Throwing it back and taking a big chug as he sped down the dark road to Topper’s.

“Y’know, it’s rude to decline a drink from someone who’s being so nice to you.” He drawled, left arm steering the wheel as his he brought the bottle to his lips and took another swig. ‘Future’ playing lowly in the background as he turned to look at her. Watching as she looked at him with guilty eyes and bit her pretty lips between her teeth. “Oh,” she stated softly, grabbing the beer and fiddling with it. “M’sorry Rafe, didn’t meant to be.” She said sweetly, bringing the bottle to her lips as she took a swig —clearly nervous. But the way she did exactly what he said was perfect.

As they both continued to take swigs of their drinks, tension and silence filled the car. Rafe staring at her every once in a while with a look that screamed want. Her looking at him with worry every few seconds when he began speeding up the car. The mileage amping up as they zoomed down the dark road. Her blinged acrylics gripping the seat to ground herself. It’s when Rafe went over a bump and the beer held in between her legs spilled over did she react. ‘Oh!’ she gasped at the cold liquid splashing on her legs.

She began giggling with embarrassment, unbuckling her seat belt and turning to wipe down any that fell on the seat as she looked at him with a coy smile. Rafe staring at her with an impish smirk as he watched her scamper with nerves. Finally settling back down and finishing off what was left of her drink as she held eye contact with him.

“Yeah… you’re real beautiful, doll.” He said with a bewitching tone. His eyes full of burning want that even her dumb, little brain could catch onto. She knew that look, that look in men’s eyes when they vied after her. And she reveled in it, reveled in Rafe’s attention —his validation.

As if entranced, with slow, sensual movements she lifted the skirt of her tight dress just a bit —hooking her thumbs against the edges of her g-string. She lifted her hips and with soft movements, began rolling the material down her thighs and legs seductively. Rafe’s gaze flickering between her little show and her gaze filled with unadulterated desire —when he didn’t need to look at the road. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she finally got them off her legs and threw them in the back. Lifting herself to push her upper body out of the open window and spreading her legs to show him the wetness between her legs.

Keeping eye contact as she spread herself open for him until she titled her head back and pushed out her plump chest sensually. Hair swaying cinematically in the wind as she posed for him. Rafe’s entire body burning ablaze and filling with triumph as she fell right into his lap. His eyes lowering to her cute pussy that he wants to ravage and own. Fuck yeah. He was gonna have her, take her. Make her his.

His sweet, little bimbo. His doll.

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When they finally pulled up to Topper’s she had been bent across the center console on her knees; pressing desperate kisses across his cheek and neck. Manicured hand rubbing over the bulge in his pants as she moaned against his skin. Rafe’s left hand white from gripping the steering wheel while his right arm was around her back —hand groping her ass as the tips of his fingers teased her wetness. “Fuck —baby” he started, bringing the truck to a halt outside of the function. Listening to her whine as she pressed sloppy kisses all over him and rubbed his hard-on. “We’re here, doll. Gotta stop.” He watched as she pulled back with a whine, her eyes full of dejection as she moved away from him.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” She mewled, rejection filling her body. Rafe gripped her by the back of her head, leaning his body over the console and bringing her closer till heir lips met in a sloppy, harsh kiss of tongue and teeth clashing. When he pulled back, a string of saliva kept them connected —her eyes fluttering with lust as they stared into each other. “You didn’t shit wrong, baby.” He scolded while shaking her head in his grip. “Nah, in fact you did exactly what you’re suppose to.”

He watched as her eyes lit up, leaning herself into him as much as she could with the barrier. The alcohol buzzing through her veins alongside her burning desire for him. Her head fuzzy and filling up with thoughts of Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. Needing him to do whatever he pleases with her just as long as he keeps giving her attention and love. That’s all she wants, all she needs. Especially from him.

Rafe stopped her before she could connect their lips again, bringing a hand to grip her face and hold her in place as he spoke to her with firmness. “Hey, listen. I know it’s hard for that little brain to think but I need you to listen to me, okay?” He told her, needing her to understand it’s his word that takes priority. Her head nodding as much as it could with the grip on her face. Eyes digging into his own as she awaited his command.

“That’s a good girl, so good for me already.” He praised, watching as her expression changed into satisfaction. Her eyes full of adoration. Perfect, it was all coming together just as he wanted. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, now listen to me very carefully”, he urged. Slowing his words so her head full of air can catch onto them. “M’gonna go in first, okay? Then m’gonna to the upstairs restroom and I want you to meet me there. You know we can’t walk in together.”

The look in her eyes was quickly replaced penitence, the feeling of remorse sinking deep in her gut —filling her body and setting her nerves ablaze. Her need to be loyal quickly filling her senses with the fact that she was kissing on her friend’s man. Her best friend, at that. She tried to move her grip from his face, but Rafe quickly caught on. “Hey, no —relax. We’re not doing anything wrong, doll.” He cooed, consoling her guilt and trying to appease her now anxious demeanor.

“But-“ she tried to start up, quickly cut off by a gruff, “But nothing.” He said harshly, tightening his hold on her as her body tensed with fear at the thought of Maddy finding out. Rafe wouldn’t let that happen, not until he made her —his. She didn’t need to be loyal to anyone but him, least of all Maddy.

“Your loyalty lies with me now, okay? Don’t worry about Maddy, you know we haven’t been good for a long time.” He assured, but the guilt flickering on and off in her gaze was still there and he was determined to snuff it out completely. “She doesn’t care about you. But, I do. I just wanna take care of you, baby. Want you to take care of me too. M’gonna make sure everything is okay, gonna protect you. So stop forcing yourself to think so hard, you know that’s not your thing.” And that was enough for her, her head immediately going back to its dazed state as she relaxed in his grip. Her resolve deflating completely.

“O-Okay” she faltered, letting herself breakdown at his whim. Letting her head fill up once again with only him. “I trust you”, she vowed. Letting herself fall that much more into his black hole of a being. And it’s all Rafe needed to hear, all he needed to know that he gets his way —always. She was going to be his, bound to him completely. Maddy nor even herself would be able to stop it —no. This was the beginning of a relationship that would set ablaze everything they knew. He was more than prepared to either snuff it out or add gasoline to the fire if needed.

Just as long as she knew her place. Knew what she was and who she would dedicate herself too. He would break her down, take away everything she knew. He would ensure she had no one, nothing but him. Destroy what was already left of her mind and wavering self-esteem so she would be completely dependent on him and him alone. It wouldn’t be now, but it’s a start. One he’s determined to finish and come out in triumph.

“That’s my doll. Now be good for me and do as your told. I’ll see you inside.”

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a/n: phew! the first installment set. i didn’t want to copy the scenes verbatim, more so use them as inspo. i hope yall enjoy! pls let me know what you think! much love!

taglist: @littlelamy @xcinnamonmalfoyx @slut-4-gojo @hello-therree @atjlovverr @letmebeyoureuphoria @chroniccorpse @percysley @rafecameronssl4t @rafesangelita @lilbunnysfics @honeyncherry @jjsmermaid @cecehersworld @lethimultraviolenceme

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She deserves to be fucked the moment she starts overthinking.

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i love when a pretty girl who’s obviously weird as fuck follows me

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INTRODUCING.. DOLL!READER ₊˚⊹♡

kildare’s fashion icon. cheetah print. pinterest addict. iced latte. 90s classics. tulips. lace everything. dating s3/4!rafe.

DOLL!READER who is overly feminine, loves dressing up and making herself look and feel pretty. she has a pure heart and loves with everything she has *sigh* a lover girl through and through. but if u do her wrong..oh boy, you're in for a ride. she owns a doberman named ‘goose’, taking him everywhere she goes, to scare away all the pervy boys who try to hit on her.

DOLL!READER who has rafe wrapped around her finger. she just has to look at him and he's already on his knees, she got that man whipped and ready to risk it all. but just as much as rafe adores her, she adores him. they can be toxic sometimes, but at the end of the day, they would die for each other.

DOLL!READER who is very talkative and a total social butterfly. sometimes rafe gets jealous and doll finds it very hella attractive, so she purposely talks to random guys just to rile him up. she’s besties with sofia and they've known each other forever, sharing experiences like their first love, first hangover, first heartbreak..the list goes on.

DOLL!READER who has a little brother named alexander. their age gap is quite big and he can be annoying sometimes, but she loves spending time with him. however, nothing beats playing superheroes with rafe—alex is literally obsessed with him and always asks rafe to play, which sometimes makes doll feel neglected when they play for hours.

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader wants to take control during sex but rafe isn’t gonna submit that easily, so she has to find another way

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader is tired of ruthie’s shit and calls her out for it

𝜗𝜚 rafe buzzes his hair off and doll!reader can’t get enough of him

.ᐟ layout credit/inspo: @rafesangelita

tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @littlelamy @whinyangel @rafesheaven @rafescokewhore @rafey-baby @drewspinkbunny @sematarygirls @moremaybank @cherrygirlfriend

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no rizz just bambi eyes, daddy issues and a fear of abandonment

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🙏🏻

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you can be both a pretty girl AND a sicko. btw

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i have something inappropriate to say .... 🙂↕️

myfuckinggod. MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOD.

this might be my favourite look of him tbf he looks so YUM

my stomach is twisting from how badly i need him

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HIS REACTION I-

he’s definitely a kinky mf