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where did everyone go? ain’t nobody posting anymore 🥀

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Is it possible if we could have any more dilf!rafe and milf!reader? Im literally obsessed with the family dynamic atm!!

Hi bb 💕💕💕 of course!! Thank you for your ask. This story is meant to be read either alone or with the rest of the au. Thank you for your ask!!

+18 -> smut | on prom night, a very protective rafe wrestles with old grudges, growing pains, and the realization that letting go might be the hardest part.

𝓭𝓲𝓵𝓯!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓯!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: pet names, swearing, praise, dirty talk, fingering, cum tasting, older rafe, roughish, semi-public male oral <- in a car with tinted windows, he is driving, intentional texting errors, ⚠︎ smut cross-posted on my nhl account. ⚠︎

cameron kids= Max (18), Winnie (17), Rory + Poppy (4)

You’re standing out in the front yard with your camera, doing everything you can not to cry while your daughter twirls around in her prom dress—glowing, radiant, almost too beautiful to look at.

Her boyfriend’s got his arm around her waist, holding her like it’s second nature. They keep catching each other’s eyes and laughing over nothing, cheeks bumping, sneaking little kisses between whatever secret they’re whispering like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

It’s sweet. It’s perfect. And honestly? It’s a little brutal. Because no matter how grown she looks, she’s still your baby.

Your husband’s next to you, taking pictures with his phone, but you can see it clear as day—he’s tense. His smile is forced, fingers stiff around the edges of his phone. He hasn’t said more than two words to JJ, who’s mere feet away. It’s awkward… painfully so. But what’s new between the two of them? Your husband never forgot how much he hated him. And now? Now that guy’s kid is dating his baby girl.

It’s hard to imagine this would be a bigger deal… And it would be, if the kid wasn’t a literal angel: polite, gentle, thoughtful, smart; a D1-bound quarterback. He’s good. But try telling Rafe that.

Your daughter squeals, adjusting her corsage, leaning into her boyfriend with the biggest grin on her face as the limos pull up. She gasps, eyes snapping to you. “Oh my God. Mom, I forgot my clutch!”

You look over at Rafe, lost in his own world as he looks between the young couple and his archenemy, going through his own existential crisis; jaw clenched, eyebrows drawn together like this is all somehow a personal attack on him. “Baby…”

“Mhmm…” He grunts as his eyes continue to survey the scene.

“… Baby?”

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, meeting your eyes before drawing a deep, pensive breath.

“Just take a second. Take a breath… Get the purse.”

He gives you a look, lips drawing to the side, wanting to protest like he’s afraid if he lets his guard down for a moment the thoughts that he’s been stewing on will manifest. “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters, then turns and stomps toward the house.

You watch him disappear through the front door, then turn back to your daughter. The yard is buzzing with excitement, teens gathering their things as they wander toward the rented cars.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

You look down at your phone, rolling your eyes as you see three back-to-back text messages coming in. “Where’s the purse, baby?” You mock his deep voice under your breath as you unlock your phone. Not surprised in the slightest that he’s stalling to prolong the inevitable.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

The twins are bouncing with excitement, already changed into their pajamas, stuffed animals hugged tight.

Sarah’s in the kitchen grabbing snacks for movie night, laughing as your son climbs all over him like he’s part jungle gym, part superhero. Meanwhile, your daughter’s standing off to the side, arms crossed, Cameron-pout on full display—a full-blown daddy’s girl—not thrilled in the slightest about him leaving.

“C’mon now,” Rafe says, gently tugging her closer. “Be right back, princess. I’ll kiss you on the head when I get home, okay? I’ll be there in the mornin’ when you wake up.”

She narrows her little eyes at him, her buttoned-nose furrowed in frustration.

“I heard mommy’s makin’ blueberry pancakes for breakfast,” Rafe adds as he cocks an eyebrow, hoping for the best, his smile widening as her face lights up over something so simple.

“No way.”

“Way.”

“I am?” you ask through a laugh as you loop your arm through your purse, pulling it on your shoulder.

“She is,” Rafe confirms, shooting you a smile and wink. “Isn’t she the best?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes as he kisses your daughter’s forehead and sends her off.

The you both step outside into the quiet; the cobblestone driveway glowing under soft light. Rafe reaches for your hand as the front door clicks shut behind you. You barely get a step down the private lot before he loops his finger under your dress and tugs the hem upward with a cocky smirk.

“Rafe!” You gasp, swatting his hand as your skirt falls back down, looking back toward the house with a smile.

“They didn’t see, pretty,” he murmurs, totally unbothered. “Besides I needed a distraction. My brain was spiraling again.”

“You’re not gonna lift my dress every time you start panicking about your daughter growing up.”

“I mean…” He steps a little closer, stuffing his hand in his pocket, the other draping around your shoulders as he dips down to press a kiss on your head. “I could just pull it down next time, get a glimpse of these,” he hums, reaching over to give your boob a playful squeeze, “for balance.” He lets out a sleazy little laugh as you giggle.

Rafe spins you around and pulls you in for a kiss: deep and sweet. The kind that says ‘sure, I might be losing my shit, but you’re my favorite way to come back down’. He opens the passenger door for you, still grinning as you slide into the car.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

The two of you sit side by side at a table on the water. The twinkling lights strung from the patio of the Island Club swaying in the breeze. Dinner was delicious, drinks were flowing, and Rafe… was present.

You could see it in the way he stared out at the water for a second too long. The way he blinked back to you like he’d just remembered where he was, and even so he wasn’t deep in thought. Almost like he wasn’t clenching his fists or checking his phone every two seconds or trying to crack a joke to distract himself from the ache in his heart.

But even still, he was there with you. Holding your hand, letting you finish your wine without interruption. He ordered your favorite appetizer before you could, stole bites from your plate like it was his job, kissing you tenderly after every lingered glance.

At one point, you were both leaned back in your chairs, full and content, watching the last sliver of sun bleed into the horizon when he said, “She told me they’re headin’ to Lexi’s after prom.”

“She did?”

He nods, sipping his drink. “She didn’t need to tell me that… She’s seventeen. Fuck, baby, I mean I woulda lied for the hell of it. I sure as shit wouldn’t have told Ward where I was goin’. And she just told me—didn’t even need to ask.”

“Yeah, baby?” You hum as you tip your head on his shoulder; Rafe’s fingers twinning in yours. “What else did she say?”

“Bonfire, snacks; some movie, I don’t know.”

“What about Jackson? Are juniors and seniors gonna be there?” You question this time, feeling your own unease rise about her possibly mingling with upperclassmen.

“Just juniors. She said ‘he didn’t care… He just wanted to be with her.’”

“Sounds familiar,” you smile as you squeeze Rafe’s hand.

He gives you a look—the one he always does when he’s caught remembering being seventeen with you. “Hmm… Sounds about as much, sweetheart.”

“They’re sweet,” you say quietly as you snuggle in a little closer. “We raised a good one, Rafe.”

“She’s everything,” he breathes. “My stubbornness and your heart—”

“We get to do this all over again in a couple years.”

He groans like it hurt, but he smiles anyway. “Twins too… Better start stocking up on wine now.”

You glance down at your phone, thumb tapping the screen as you check the time. It’s late enough. The twins are definitely asleep by now—if not completely passed out in a pile of stuffies and blankets, at the very least curled up on the couch mid-movie with drool on Auntie Sarah’s shoulder.

You look at Rafe, swirling the last sip of his whiskey, that lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he sees the twinkle in your eye; the man no doubt thinking about taking off the lingerie you teased him with earlier.

“So?” You ask, soft and suggestive as your foot brushes against his under the table.

“That time, huh?” He smiles as he pulls out his phone as well, checking it.

His brows furrow slightly. The smirk slips a little. Not in a full-blown way, just enough to make your stomach flip.

“What?” You ask as you lean in. “Did Sarah send something?” Rafe doesn’t answer right away. “What’s going on, baby?” You press again; still no answer.

You reach across the table and snatch the phone from his hand before he can stop you. Your eyes flick to the screen to check what’s going on, eyes widening on the screen as you see the flashing pin on a tracking app. And your daughter’s car, not where she said she’d be.

You stare down at his phone, then up at him. “Why are you tracking her, Rafe?”

“I don’t just track her, sweetheart. I track Max too… It’s a scary place out there, okay? Ya’ll are all I have,” he stammers. He takes a deep breath, blowing it out his nostrils as he tries his best to collect himself. “I’m trackin’ her because of this—”

“—Because she’s at the beach?” You question, letting your annoyance bleed through each word.

“She didn’t tell us she was going to the beach,” he says, voice tight. “So yeah, baby—that’s why I’m doin’ it.”

“Well, what now?”

Rafe tilts back in his chair, pushing out a shaky, uneven breath. “Guess we’re takin’ a trip to the beach—”

“Rafe…”

“If anything we’ll check and leave—”

“—Baby.”

“We will check. And, we will leave.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your purse. Rafe stands and tosses some cash on the table before looking down at you.

“Nothing more, baby. I swear. I’m not gonna enjoy my night if I don’t know that she’s safe. Just a piece of mind.”

“And what if you see something you don’t wanna see?”

He stops in his tracks looking at you like you just dropped a weight on his chest. “What do you mean by that?”

You arch a brow as you take his hand, rising to your feet. “I mean… you found a condom wrapper in her bathroom, Rafe. So again—I ask—what if you see something you don’t wanna see?”

Rafe runs a hand down his face, letting out a long, deep breath. “Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

The two of you pull into the quiet parking lot, headlights cutting through the soft fog that’s rolled in off the water. It’s dark but not deserted—distant voices, the occasional pop of laughter, the soft flicker of firelight down by the shore.

Rafe leans forward, squinting out the windshield. “They’re probably hidin’ somewhere,” he mutters, tone edged with something sharp. “Thinkin’ he’s bein’ slick.”

“Mhmm…” You flick your hand lazily in their direction, spotting them almost instantly, right in plain sight.

The two of them are sat side by side in front of a small fire, shoes kicked off, a blanket pulled over both their legs. Winnie’s head tilted on Jackson’s shoulder.

Rafe exhales through his nose, and it’s not quite relief, but it’s not disappointment, either. And at that moment you realize he didn’t want to be right—he just didn’t want to be wrong either. You take out your phone, open your messages, and type:

You: Hope you’re having a good night sweetie. Be safe.

Barely ten seconds pass before your daughter’s phone lights up on the sand. You see her glance down at the screen, smile, and start typing back. Then your phone buzzes.

Winnie: we’re having a great night!

Winnie: we left the party because it got kinda crazy. Jax was worried it might get busted.

Winnie: we’re down to the beach

Another second later, she sends a selfie—her cheek pressed against Jackson’s, both of them grinning, firelight flickering. No red cups. No chaos. Just two kids who genuinely like each other, making a smart choice together.

Rafe’s jaw ticks as he looks at the photo. He leans back in his seat, sighing as the guilt hits him square in the chest.

“Goddamnit.”

“Mhmm…”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just—I don’t know. This shit is hard,” he huffs.

You smile and reach over, lacing your fingers in his. “Why don’t we get out of here, baby… Go for a little drive on our way home.”

Rafe nods and pulls out of the lot, his jaw set, one hand tight on the wheel as the silence stretches between you. The engine hums low, but he doesn’t say a word.

He’s still wound up—his whole body carrying the weight of everything he’s been trying to hold back. The guilt, the stress, the slow ache of watching his little girl grow up. On top of that, work’s been brutal lately, you know it’s been eating at him, even if he won’t say it out loud.

You watch him quietly, the way the dim streetlights flicker across his profile: strong jaw, furrowed brow, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up over his thick forearms you’ll never get tired of looking at.

Even tense like this, he’s still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—and all you can think about is how badly you want to help him relax.

He glances over at you, still high-strung, blue eyes heavy with thoughts he hasn’t shared quite yet. He shifts in his seat, spreading his thighs a little wider, fabric stretching over them—and your gaze drops without hesitation.

Your breath hitches. All you can think about is straddling him right there in the front seat, grinding against him with your skirt bunched around your waist, the windows fogging, and music muffling your moans—

“What’re you thinking about, baby?” He asks, voice low.

You turn to him slowly, letting your voice drop into something warm and wicked. “You.”

His eyes flick to yours in surprise. “You’re thinkin’ about me?” He says, almost like he doesn’t believe it himself, half-expecting to be in that doghouse you were talking about earlier.

You smile, reach for his hand resting on the console, and guide it toward you. He exhales sharply, shoulders finally starting to drop, the tension melting into something else entirely. “You’re not mad at me, princess?”

You shake your head. “No, baby. I like when you’re protective. Can’t fault you for that. Maybe just calm down a little… Just a little.”

“Anything for you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with want.

“Wanna help you forget all those thoughts distracting you from me…”

“Distracting me from you? My girl? Impossible… But, please,” he says with a smirk, “make me forget.”

You lift his hand from your thigh, slowly, and press a kiss to the top of it—light and teasing, just like he would.

Then, with your eyes still on him, you part your lips and slip two thick fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tips. Rafe’s breath catches. He flicks another glance at you, then another, making the car sway gently.

You reach over, trailing your hand down his chest, feeling the heat and tension thrumming through his body. Your nails drag lightly down his shirt’s crisp, white fabric until you hit his thigh, scratching just enough to earn a quiet exhale from him.

Your fingers graze over his bulge—growing thick and heavy beneath his designer pants—and he shifts again, jaw clenched tighter, not from stress, solely to keep his eyes on the road and avoid them rolling back.

You lean in closer, the scent of his rich cologne washing over you. Your fingers work open his belt. The metal clicks softly before you slide the zipper down. Your heart pounds with the bass, excitement swelling in your chest as he barrels through the night.

He shifts in his seat, lifting his hips so he can shove his pants and boxers down. “You sure, baby?” He asks through a crooked smile as you grip his thick dick in your fist—hardening fast in your palm, long, pulsing with need.

Your mouth waters as you stroke him slow, teasing, your thumb brushing over the head. “I need it… Is that alright?” You ask coyly. Rafe’s cock twitches in your grip, his breath stuttering as you swipe your thumb across his tip, rubbing in a bead of precum.

“Fuck,” he moans as his head rolls slightly.

“You like that?” You ask.

“Yeah… Yeah, fuck. Keep goin’,” he mumbles, his eyes on the road, but barely.

Rafe reaches over; fingers slipping under your dress. He groans at how wet you are, teasing your entrance, pushing just the tip of his fingers inside. The pace you set with your hand mirrors his—slow and purposeful, a shared rhythm that leaves you both panting.

Click.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and slide across the center console. Before he can even register what’s happening, next you take him into your mouth; his cock hot and heavy on your warm tongue.

Rafe’s whole body jerks. He draws his fingers from between your thighs, slicked with your wetness, and sucks them into his mouth, the corners of his lips curling into a smile at the taste.

“Jesus Christ, baby…” His voice is thick and hoarse. “You’re perfect. Too fuckin’ good to me.” His hand comes down hard on your ass, the sting sharp, and your moan vibrates around him as he spanks you.

A second later, his fingers knot in your hair, guiding you, controlling your pace. “Atta girl,” he groans, hips lifting gently. “Fuckin’ take it—so desperate, huh? Couldn’t wait ‘til we got home?”

You hum in response, lips and tongue working him while your hand strokes what your mouth can’t reach. His moans start spilling out, competing with the music in the car.

“Gonna make me lose it,” he pants. “That’s what you want, huh? Gonna swallow it all? Don’t wanna get dirty, baby—” he mumbles, and you can hear the smirk in his voice as his leg bounces beneath your hands, breath rough and ragged, chest rising faster now.

“Shit, baby… I’m gonna cum—” You suck him harder, throating his cock until he’s cursing and twitching, praising your name as he slams his big fist against the steering wheel, spilling down your throat.

His body unwinds in the seat and his hold loosens on your hair. You pull off slowly, watching his cock throb still as he tucks himself in the waistband of his dress pants, hissing in sensitivity as he zips back up his pants, covering himself slightly with his jacket. He shakes his head, unable to wipe that wide smile off his perfect lips.

You sit up and smooth your hair in the visor mirror, licking your lips, catching the last of him as you giggle dizzily. He chuckles, low and lazy, as he rolls his head on the headrest, locking eyes with you. “God, I fuckin’ love you.”

And then just as you lean over to press one last kiss on his lips the car’s screen lights up with an incoming call.

Deputy Shoupe

Rafe fumbles and swears under his breath on his way to accept the call, already assuming the worst. “Shoupe? Everything okay?”

“Rafe. We got a little situation down at the yacht club. Someone called in a report—female screamin’. Thought it might be a domestic or worse. Turns out… Uh, well… We found your son and that Thornton girl entangled on your yacht.”

Rafe freezes; eyes beating a few times slow as he takes it all in. “Max?”

“Yes, sir. A bag of weed, a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle, and a pocket full of Magnums—”

“—Dude. You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me right now,” your son snips as he cuts the officer off. “You’re seriously cockblockin’ me? This is harassment. We’re on my boat. S’Private property. I can’t help it if we got a little loud, alright? That’s between me and her.”

“I’m fine… Obviously,” Topper’s daughter sasses as well, her Cali-girl, vocal fry that pours through the car speakers like nails on a chalkboard.

Rafe’s jaw is locked, one vein in his temple pulsing so hard you can practically hear it. Rafe stares straight ahead, dead silent.

“You gonna arrest us for lovin’ each other now? Is that where this country’s at? You people are fuckin’ sick—”

“Tell him to stop talkin’,” Rafe sneers.

“Want me to tase him a little?” Shoupe chuckles.

Rafe mutters something under his breath making Shoupe laugh. There’s a beat of silence as you stare at Rafe, your husband staring right back at you. His features soften—the man hit with yet another wave of guilt—he was so hyper focused on your daughter that everything else flew out the window.

“It’s okay, baby,” you whisper.

He shakes his head ‘no’ and rolls his eyes, tipping his head back against the headrest.

“What do you two want me to do about all this?” Shoupe asks through another amused laugh.

“Fuck… Bring ’em into the station. Take the weed if you have to,” Rafe adds. “Leave the bottle.” You raise your brows at him and he just shrugs. “Kid’s a pain in my ass but he’s got good taste,” he mumbles. “I’ll be there in two-three hours,” Rafe finishes. “Got some shit I need to handle first.”

“Copy that.”

Click.

“We’re not gonna go get him?” You ask through a laugh as you glance back at Rafe.

He smirks, letting his hand slide higher up your thigh. “He’ll survive, baby. Might even learn somethin’… Right now, I need to take care of my girl.”

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 | +18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹!𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 @rafesthroatbaby 💋 𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂

𝔽𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

✿ . 🍫 ࿐ Backshots with Hockey!Rafe

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ Frat!Rafe pushing your panties to the side

✿ . 🤍 ࿐ A rough threesome with Hockey!Rafe and Hockey!JJ

⊹ ❤️‍🔥 ⁺ ˳ DILF!Rafe using his belt on you

✿ . 🍷 ࿐ FWB!Rafe but you're secretly obsessed with each other

⊹ 🍷 ⁺ ˳ Frat!Rafe eating you out

✿ . 🏹 ࿐Tying Rafe up and teasing him with your fingers

⊹ ♥️ ⁺ ˳ Riding nerd!Rafe in his car

✿ . 💋 ࿐ Free use/somnophilia with boyfriend!Rafe

⊹ 🌹 ⁺ ˳ Size kink with DILF!Rafe

✿ . 🌹 ࿐ On the couch with Rafe because you couldn't make it to the bed

⊹ 🏹 ⁺ ˳ Plugging up both holes

✿ . ♥️ ࿐ Brother’sBestFriend!Rafe playing with your pussy

⊹ 💋 ⁺ ˳ Frat!Rafe fucking your tits

✿ . 💌 ࿐ Bouncing on tatted!Rafe

⊹ 🤍 ⁺ ˳ Sloppy head with BF!Rafe

gif edit @/strkeysaep

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i wish tumblr would stop showing me the same things over and over again im so mad

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+18 Minor DNI

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹!𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 @rafesthroatbaby 💋 𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝜗𝜚 Dad’sBestFriend!Rafe couldn't resist slipping it in

𝜗𝜚 Wet and messy with Dealer!Rafe after a long day of shopping

𝜗𝜚 Backshots with Cowboy!Rafe after a bar fight

𝜗𝜚 BestFriend!Rafe sending your ex-boyfriend this after he got caught cheating

𝜗𝜚 Breeding kink with Bodyguard!Rafe

𝜗𝜚 Trying to be quiet at home

𝜗𝜚 Nerd!Rafe eating pussy as a reward for helping you ace your final

𝜗𝜚 Boyfriend!Rafe teasing you

𝜗𝜚 Grinding on top of Tatted!Rafe

𝜗𝜚 Sucking off Rafey in the bathroom

𝜗𝜚 Bully!Rafe finally gets a shot

𝜗𝜚 DILF!Rafe can't get enough when you bounce on top

𝜗𝜚 Size kink with Hockey!Rafe

𝜗𝜚 The fishnets were a selfish gift ♥️

𝜗𝜚 Christmas party at the frat house with JJ, Rafe, and a friend

𝜗𝜚 Cuffing szn with Rafe

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KISS OR SKIP.. - rafe cameron smau

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no rest for the wicked

jj maybank x cameron!reader series

ongoing!

being a cameron is not all it’s made out to be. your twin sister is presumed dead, you watched your older brother murder the sheriff, your dad is gold crazy. and you just have to pretend everything’s fine. maintaining the cameron image is everything. being out the outside of the ‘family business’ is maddening.

not to mention, the annoying guy, who tends to be on the opposite side of things, who you genuinely hate, who you also you sometimes hook up with. who’s fighting with your brother and dad, always getting himself into danger. it’s a little too messy to continue things with jj now that his best friend is going down for the murder your own brother committed and your dad is after the same gold jj and his friends are after. so, you’re trying your best to stay out of his way, even if its impossibly hard to do so.

reader

jj maybank

warnings & notes

drugs, alcohol, smut, mentions of murder, season 2 rafe and ward (that needs its own seperate warning), mentions of depression.

important - this is set in season 2 ishhh! as always let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! (if you can help it, please ask on this post!!! thanks!!)

based on this fic!!!!

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chapter one |

[ethanthequeefqueen]

INTRODUCING DAD RAFE

dad! rafe cameron headcons include

dad rafe cameron who...

1. is overprotective (sometimes too much)

• he side-eyes any boy who so much as looks at his daughter.

• “who’s this guy you’re texting? do i need to meet him? or scare him?”

• he’ll drop a casual “don’t mess with her” vibe that makes everyone nervous.

2. has a surprisingly soft side

• he’ll act all tough, but when his daughter hugs him or says “thanks, dad,” he’s toast.

• he’ll stop everything to get her favorite snacks or help her fix something—even if it’s just a chipped nail.

3. is lowkey the fun parent

• he lets her stay up late watching movies or sneaks her candy when he knows she’s already had enough.

• “don’t tell your mom, but you can drive the truck—just don’t hit anything.”

4. but can be the scary parent when needed

• if someone upsets his daughter, it’s over. “who said that to you? tell me their name. right now.”

• he’ll show up at school like, “you want to repeat that?” but always makes sure his daughter feels safe and supported.

5. still has chemistry with you

• he calls you “princess” just to annoy you, but there’s something about the way he says it that makes your stomach flip.

• your daughter loves teasing both of you, especially when the tension gets obvious. “just date already. it’s embarrassing.”

6. is always in his daughter’s corner

• if she’s nervous, he hypes her up. “you’ve got this. you’re a cameron, and that means you’re unstoppable.”

• even when she doubts herself, he’s her loudest cheerleader.

7. teaches her confidence, kook style

• “you walk in there like you own the place—because, honestly, you kind of do.”

• he makes sure she knows she’s capable of anything.

8. is hands-on, no matter what

• even with his busy schedule, he’s always there for school events, late-night talks, or impromptu beach days.

• he never lets her feel like she’s second to anything.

9. has a love-hate relationship with parenting drama

• he secretly loves being the parent other parents are intimidated by.

• if someone criticizes her, he’s the first to clap back. “maybe focus on your kid before worrying about mine.”

10. still values your opinions

• he’ll act like he doesn’t need your advice, but he does.

• “okay, fine. you’re right. happy?”

11. is the king of dad jokes

• no matter how many eye rolls he gets, he’s throwing in cheesy one-liners.

• “did you hear about the kidnapping at school? don’t worry—he woke up.”

[ethanthequeefqueen]

thinking…

[ethanthequeefqueen]

You and Drew‘s not so secret relationship 💌(pt2)

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yourusername all kinds of happy 🫐

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madisonbaileybabe thanks for feeding me mama 😙

| yourusername @/madisonbaileybabe you’re so welcome bebe😘

drewstarkey i wonder who took that 6th pic🫣

| yourusername @/drewstarkey hm I wonder..

| drewandyn um whattt

bellahadid num num nummmm🍽️

| yourusername @/bellahadid yea we ate and served

iheartdrewstarkey I need them both…at the same time I fear

hichasestokes sigh

| yourusername @/hichasestokes what’s wrong chase baby☹️

drewstarkey 10m

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yourusername we’ll miss you Greece 🇬🇷

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madelyncline and I wasn’t invited

| yourusername @/madelyncline you were filming😑

yn_updates her and Drew went together!!!

drewstarkey pretty 🙃

| yourusername @/drewstarkey thank you drew 🥰

| drewandyn are they even trying to hide it lmao

jonathandavissofficial may this kind of love find me

| rudypankow @/jonathandavissofficial what am I then😢

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drewstarkey yall streaming or what? @/obx

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yourusername aren’t I so cute

| drewstarkey @/yourusername sooo cute

| rafecameron’s wife I’m gonna cry

Iheartdrewstarkey yesssss

obx YOU ALREADY KNOW WE ARE

hichasestokes no that show is awful

austinnorth55 why would I not be watching

madelyncline yess only cause my baby @/yourusername is in it

| drewstarkey @/madelyncline hey back off

| yourusername @/madelyncline 🤭

| drewandyn OMG

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drew and yn via hichasestokes deleted instagram story

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yourusername you do the math

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madelyncline so if 2+2=4 then that means….

| yourusername @/madelyncline I think you’re getting there

drewstarkey rrrrrrrrr🥸

hichasestokes yk I was never really good at math buttt

drewandyn are yall picking up what she’s putting down or am I delusional?!?!

madisonbaileybabe okay so BOOM

| yourusername @/madisonbaileybabe right.. right..

drewstarkey 35m

Omgg I just wanna thank everyone for the love on the first part!!! I really hope you guys enjoy this one as well. And if anyone has any feedback that can help me get better. Please feel free to just be nice please🫶🏼🫶🏼

[ethanthequeefqueen]

currently thinking of…

jj maybank, who hated sarah cameron’s twin sister. it worked out, because you couldn’t stand him either.

jj maybank, who was such a fucking asshole to you. ‘kook princess’, ‘rafe jr.’, and, oh, can’t forget ‘nasty bitch’ were his favorite nicknames for you. well, almost his favorite.

jj maybank, who couldn’t understand how twins could turn out so differently. sarah was nice, stable, kept things calm. you loved to rock the boat, loved to start shit. you and your sister looked nothing alike, acted nothing alike.

jj maybank, who couldn’t believe you and your sister were still close. you were no rafe cameron, didn’t have the evil in you to do anything like your older brother had. but if anyone asked, you were pretty damn close to the torture that is rafe. and still, you and sarah were as close as ever.

jj maybank, who practically hid from you anytime you made it around to his place, not because he was scared of you, because you made him so unbelievably angry.

jj maybank, who was also super good at pissing you off, too. you swore he was batshit crazy. maybe he was. but, when it came time, he protected his friends, including your twin.

jj maybank, who one day was simply placed in the middle of the grand entrance of tannyhill as a distraction so sarah could snoop on rafe. except, you walked by in a bikini, and suddenly jj was the one distracted. naturally, you fought. and then, jj was back to distracting. distracting you. in your room. between your legs.

jj maybank, who wasn’t sure how it happened. it was all a blurry haze. like he was high off you. something about ‘god you’re so fucking annoying’, and something like ‘oh, is that why you’re hard, then?’.

jj maybank, who after that, couldn’t get enough. you still annoyed the shit out of him, but we’re also the main star of his wet dreams.

jj maybank, who now secretly does not play when it comes to you. sarah gasped out loud one day, running to tell john b about how one of the kooks at the club grabbed onto your arm and pushed you against the bar after some bitchy comment from you, earning you a few bruises. jj overheard, and the next day, the same kook had a pretty black eye and a chipped tooth to match.

jj maybank, who’s favorite nickname for you was actually ‘sweetheart’, said in dark rooms, showers, backs of cars, anywhere he could get his hands on you.

jj maybank, who bent you over any surface he could when you were alone. this time, it was the poker table in the private room at the club. you spit out some unwarranted comment, granting a tug to your hair from the boy looming over you.

jj maybank, who just chuckled when an ‘i hate you’ slipped out of your mouth in between breathy moans. ‘yeah, sweetheart, sure looks that way, doesn’t it?’.

authors note - i kind of want to turn this into a full length fic 😮

[ethanthequeefqueen]

ik a talgist hate to see me coming

[ethanthequeefqueen]

part 2 of obx smau (idk what to name this as of now i think these few ones that i’ll post first are literally just random with no plot!)

(why can’t i add more then 10 pics 🥲)

(tysm to everyone who liked and commented on my first one 😭🩷 i’ve been on tumblr a while just reading fics ive never wrote anything on here!)

taglist: @rafegetinmybed @ethanthequeefqueen @drewstarkeyswife0

[ethanthequeefqueen]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔: 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

context: random texts with bf Rafe, here’s pt 1 and pt 2 (female pogue reader)

warnings: mentioned sex, swearing

character: Rafe Cameron from outer banks

m.list

taglist: @evelynffics

[ethanthequeefqueen]

please please please someone make the c.ai for me

ok so its like the argument rafe and sarah had in s4 in Morocco where shes like dad died saving my life but basically its y/n saying he saved her life and like her and rafe use to date but ended after everything and blamed her for wards death PLSPLSPLSOLS I NEED BUT IDK HOW TO MAKE IT

IF SOMEONE MAKES OLS LMK AND GIVE UR USERNAME OR LINK 😁😁😁😁

[ethanthequeefqueen]

outer banks masterlist

updated 12.22.2024

☻ Smutty, 18+  |  ⁕ Series

Social Media AUs

★ Birthday Girl: Rafe Cameron x f!reader, dua lipa face claim

★ Rafe Cameron x secret!gf reader, maria zardoya face claim

★ Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader, rachel sennott face claim part one |

★ Rafe Cameron x Reader, emily skinner face claim

★ Rafe Cameron x Pogue!princess, alexa demie face claim

★ Rafe Cameron x shy!girlfriend reader, bruna marquezine face claim

★ JJ Maybank x kook!gf reader, sabrina carpenter face claim prologue | part one | halloween | vacation | christmas

★ JJ Maybank x rockstar!gf reader, vic de angelis face claim

★ JJ Maybank x f!reader, savannah lee smith face claim

★ Jackson “JJ” Genrette (kook!JJ) x Reader, barbie ferreira face claim

━━ Rafe Cameron ━━

★ Come Save Me: Rafe saves you from a passive aggressive brunch w/ the kook girls and you give them a little show on the way out.

━━ JJ Maybank ━━

coming soon

Jackson “JJ” Genrette AU (kook!JJ)

headcanon

★ On the Court: you don't like when people get the best of you, and JJ does exactly that, completely catching you off guard... but maybe you enjoyed it?

★ the Usual Spot: you receive someone’s ‘one phone call’ & the results are you stumbling slipper first into the police station at 3AM to bail out your best friends.

blurbs

ugly christmas sweaters

[ethanthequeefqueen]

Nobody gets me like you (pt 1)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: y/n and Rafe have been best friends for years. They are completely inseparable. Everyone around them insists that there’s something more, but Rafe and y/n have an unspoken agreement that they won’t cross that line and ruin the friendship. When other people get involved that agreement gets harder to keep… will they be able to?

Series Masterlist

author’s note: new series :))