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THIS IS SO GOOD.

If you’re gonna ever make a taglist, can I be added? I’m so invested

Is she mine? - five

Rafe Cameron x ex!reader x Jj maybank

Summary: you and Rafe dated for two years, you were the perfect couple. Until Rafe turned 20 while you were still 18 and his dad needed him to take over the company in New York. It was between you or work. Rafe left for New York without a word leaving you alone, he returns 4 years later, after not using social media himself or speaking to any of his old friends from the obx only to find everything has changed

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I wonder if youve ever seen Buffalo66 it always makes me think of Kidnapper!rafe 🫢

a/n: I ADORE buffalo 66. thinking of the car scene with him… oh yes oh yes pls.

ALSO, i know that @nemesyaaa made a buffalo 66 au first!! Go check hers out too!! I just wanted to put it out there i am in no way trying to copy anyone, just answering an ask (:

warnings: kidnapper!rafe, mentions of guns and murder !

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your hair and clutching your bag closer to your side as you opened the door, spotting a man standing there on the pay phone. You heard him shouting at his mom from inside, and you could only wonder what he was talking about.

You began to walk past him, when he turned to look at you, phone now hung back up.

“Excuse me, miss.” He spoke, running a hand through his buzzed hair. You stopped in your tracks, standing in front of him, looking at him with confusion written on your face. He stepped back, glancing around the place, before his hand shot up, putting one hand over your mouth, and grabbing your body with his other, holding you back when you attempted to run.

You let out a muffled scream for help, his mouth ghosting over the outer shell of your ear as he leaned in. “Shut up, shut the fuck up.” He murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Don’t say a word or I’ll take it right out of your face.” He told you, you still attempting to fight against him, but he was too strong for you.

“Shut your mouth, shut your mouth.” And finally, you listened. You stopped fighting, tears beginning to run down your face. He began to walk, and forced you to walk along with him. He dragged you down a hallway, and then down a stairwell.

“Just shut up and you’ll be okay.” He told you as he pulled you outside, you began to let out whines against his hand, in hopes that someone, anyone would hear. But with his hand still on your mouth, it was useless. He shoved you against the car, repeating the words “Shut up!”

He finally took his hands off of your mouth to push the car door open, his body pressed against yours to keep you pinned to the car.

“You’re hurting me!” You complained.

“Yeah?” He asked breathily, “Shut your mouth or I’ll really hurt you. You want me to really hurt you?” He retorted, opening your car door and shoving you in. “Get in the car. Get in, c’mon!”

You went into the passengers seat, him getting in the drivers.

“How do I get this thing back?” He asked, you furrowing your eyebrows. You breathed heavily, him looking at you. “Point to the thing!”

“Right there.” You moved it for him, the car starting.

“I can’t see out the window. Give me something to wipe the window.” He panted, running a hand through his head again. “Give me something to wipe the window!” He repeated louder when you made no movement. You listened, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

“Okay, you know what? You go out. You clean it. Get out of the car.” He told you, you standing up quickly and grabbing the wipes, him following you outside while you scrubbed the windows down, before he got angry and shoved his body up against yours again, moving your hands faster.

“Hurry up, I don’t got all day.” He spoke, “see how it is when you fucking wash your car? See how nice? God, this is filthy. Is that how your house is? Filthy like that?” He chastised, moving you both to the other side of car, getting both sides of the window. “Now you can see. That’s good. That’s good.” He told you, walking you over to the passenger side again.

“Get in your car, c’mon. Hurry up.”

“Stop!”

“Get in. And shut your mouth.” He told you, shoving you into the seat once again. “Shut your mouth.” He told you, before rounding the other side of the car, “filthy. Filthy.” He shook his head to himself.

“Alright where’s the thing in the car… how do you put it in gear?” He asked you, shoving multiple buttons.

“Right here.” You murmured, grabbing the shift. He fumbled with it.

“What is this? Is this… a shifter car? I cannot drive a shifter car, alright? So we got a little situation here. I cannot drive these kinda cars.”

You looked down, not sure of how to reply. But you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your face, finding it rather humorous.

“What? You think that’s funny? Would you like to know why I can’t drive this kind of car? I’ll tell you why. I’m used to luxury cars. Do you know what a luxury car is? Do you even know what luxury means? I drive a goddamn Ferrari. The new one, too. A Ferrari 275 GTS. That’s what I drive. I drive cars that shift themselves, my cars shift themselves. They’re luxury cars, they shift themselves.” He rambled, talking to you as if you were a child.

“So when I say three, you follow my count, you come around to my door, got me?” He told you, turning to face you.

You stared at him, pout visible on your face. He held his fingers up, his gaze never leaving yours.

“One… two… three.” He said slowly, you still staring at him, not making any move. He groaned in annoyance, grabbing your jaw, pulling you closer to him, his breath fanning over your face.

“What did I just say? How hard is it to follow goddamn directions?” He asked you, your lips parting slightly. He huffed, letting go of your jaw, and pointing to the door behind you.

“One, two, three, get out of the car. Get out the car.” He pointed to the door, you finally moving and opening the door, him doing the same.

“And I’m watching you. I’m watching you.” The both of you passed each other, him pointing at you. “And don’t make that face. Don’t make that face.” He rounded to the passenger seat before you made it to the drivers, him shouting one last “hurry up!”

You opened your drivers door, sitting in the seat. “Now pull away.”

You began to do so, “and go this way.” You didn’t go that way.

“This way!” He repeated, you finally listening, starting your car and beginning to drive where he told you.

“Fucking finally.” He murmured under his breath, you glancing at him as he leaned back in his seat.

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the salesman likes to shove his gun in your pussy and then shove it in your mouth, making you lap up all your juices. then he gets off while you deepthroat and choke on it.

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this is MY SHITTT

dad!rafe getting free drugs by barry in exchange for your pussy tho 😩

tw: incestuous undertone / dubcon / partial credit to @sluttiebabydoll

rafe stumbles into your room gripping your dresser and incoherently tugs at your arm, manhandling you down the stairs and to the front door: barry standing out front awaiting, plastic baggy in hand and eyes preoccupied lecherously tracing the contours of your barely covered chest.

you’re obviously uncomfortable, and you start to shiver in rafe’s arms, looking up at him with glossy eyes pleading for forgiveness he didn’t have any reason to demand. he almost feels bad, but it manifests in wishing he was there to watch more than anything, the coke has taken over his dick too much to let it win him over though.

barry interrupts, “clocks ticking country club.” menial threat because he knows rafe, has seen him like this time and time again to be already fantasising what he’s going to do with you, how he’ll entrap a few extra days out of this whole arrangement.

predictably rafe pushes you towards him, digging nails into your arm to leech your stuck body off the floor and towards barry, handing you over and quickly snatching the baggy once you’re there.

he’s staring numb, hand already fidgeting with the door lock eager to sprint and snort whatever barry had passed onto him.

until you start to struggle, and while he knows barry can handle himself he can’t help but think the deal would be a little sweeter if he got you to cooperate: “just one night baby, please, you love daddy enough for this right? gonna take real good care of you when you’re back.”

the nickname sours something inside of you, stomach acid turning to a curdle the same way it would when you were ten and he’d missed your birthday catching a dui.

no point fighting it, your dads drug addiction was a take all and end all, better to let it take you then be dragged in kicking and screaming you guessed.

so you nod and let him kiss the crown of your forehead, barry’s hands clicking cuffs into place while he does so. as rafe’s about to leave he turns to barry, taunts him not to stretch you out too much for him upon your return, and then the door lock clinks shut and he’s gone.

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THIS

heyy everyone, i just wanted to come on here and say a few things regarding a lot of plagiarism that’s been going on, along with some other points that i feel inclined to speak out about. before i start this post, i just want to preface this by saying that i am in no way speaking about anyone in particular, this just applies to the general community, and i think it’s important to not be so divided, especially amongst each other. so many writers in this community are so incredibly talented that unfortunately, copying and stealing of work has become a regular occurrence. below are some topics that i believe needs to talked about and acknowledged in some way.

stealing of au’s and concepts + the claim on concepts and au’s that already exist:

there is a huge difference between creating an au and introducing something completely new that has never been done before in a fandom, or ever for that matter, vs. introducing a concept that has already been around and existed outside of a fandom and bringing popularity to it/making it more well known, thus, kind of lighting a fire and inspiring others to write for it as well. this goes for plot lines, !readers, different versions of !rafe (example: frat!rafe, dealer!rafe, etc..), prompts, and the list can go on. there’s so many original au’s and concepts out there, but there’s also a lot of stuff that’s already been done before that isn’t considered ‘original’, which means it would’t call for the need to be credited for in the first place.

the difference between being ‘inspired’ by someone else’s work vs. publishing a remake and often times NOT crediting the original writer:

no matter what the instance is; being inspired by someone’s work, or publishing your own version of the same original concept by someone else, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ASK THE ORIGINAL WRITER FOR PERMISSION FIRST. if they tell you yes, CREDIT them, if they tell you no, COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE. if you’re ‘inspired’ by someone, your work should not be similar to theirs in a way that the plot, !reader, !rafe, prompt, etc.. is being used in the exact same way as their original work. you could only be ‘inspired’ so much before you’re just paraphrasing a fic, it truly gets to a point.

DIRECT communication:

this would fix most, if not all, of the problems in this fandom. feel like someone is copying you? (using exact, word for word, lines from your writing pieces?) DIRECTLY confront them. feel uncomfortable with the similarities between your work, or works, and another writer’s? DIRECTLY express your concerns with your valid proof. feel as if your layout is being copied and you’re not being given credit? DIRECTLY, kindly, ask for someone to start doing so. politely messaging someone will never make you confrontational or problematic, INDIRECTLY making rant posts that are throwing disses at someone without messaging them about the situation first is what does that. INDIRECTLY speaking out about someone hoping they’ll see it and know they’re the one being talked about doesn’t make the matter any easier when it really all could be resolved with a single message. PLEASE JUST TALK!! we are all (mostly) adults..

note: i say this with only one exception in mind; if you see anything like this and you make the active decision not to make shady posts, acknowledge the situation, confront a person, or simply just put your energy into something like that, and instead you just block the person and move on with your day, that is 100% your choice, and you don’t owe anyone an explanation for anything.

debunking the whole ‘this fandom isn’t welcoming to newcomers’ accusation:

this is not true in the slightest. if you’re a new writer in this fandom, and you’re not starting off by coming up with your own fics and ideas, but instead piggy backing off of others, stealing and not crediting, copying, etc.. you truly can’t expect others to want to interact with you if you don’t have the common decency to not do certain things. this is not just for this fandom, but any fandom that you may write in. think about it like this; if people and other writers are supporting a writer that you’re ripping off of, why on earth would they interact with you if they are already reading similar, if not the same, content from someone else? it’s not possible to establish yourself anywhere if you build your blog off of copying, that’s just the truth!

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dealer!rafe nd his girl with a really bad oral fixation… he’s working and when she doesn’t shut up, he shoved his fingers in her mouth, no matter if he’s in front of a crowd or not. mans got no shame

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oh this is SO rafe and his sweet angel innocent lil gf <33 when she gave him a lil fashion show, he knew he had to sit her on his lap so quick

₊˚ෆ  reblog with your selfship .ᐟ

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send some kidnapper or step bro rafe reqs…. I’m in a kidnapping kink and step-cest mood today

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- REQUESTING RULES

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ for this account, my rules are not as strict ! but I ask that you do not send any “darker” requests to my main account, as I know that there is multiple minors scrolling through my account and I do not want them to be exposed to anything that may be damaging(?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Limits for smut: ABSOLUTELY NO underage characters, race play, scat, vomit, I’ll really do anything else.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. What I will write: darker/taboo topics, non-con/dub-con, incest (yes… idgaf), step-cest, age gaps, kidnapping, misogyny, intox, somno, gun play, abuse kink… maybe a lil bit of pet play… Just ask if it’s not on this list, and it’ll probably be okay.

(the characters I will be writing for on this account are tagged below :3)

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somno with stepfather!rafe nd reader :3

WARNINGS: step-cest, dubcon/non-con, age gap, I’m imagining him with his lil mustache

don’t like, don’t read !!! MDNI

As he staggered past your room, the fragile boundaries of his morality began to dissolve.

his gaze was seemingly stuck on your sleeping form. His breath hitched, eyes glossing over you and your body, looking at the way your lacy panties were peeking out from your tight shorts, practically calling his name.

He swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat, ignoring the voice in his head that screamed at him, that told him this was wrong. His footsteps were heavy as he walked through the doorway, but you were still sleeping as peacefully as he’d ever seen. He silently shut the door behind him, before turning his focus back on you.

Stuffed animals were lined up behind you on the bed, and you were holding a deer one tight to your chest. Your lips looked soft, they were slightly parted, he realized when he walked closer. How cute. He let out a quiet sigh, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he stared down at you, the conflicting thoughts battling in his head.

He groaned out a quiet “fuck,” when he saw you turn in your sleep, you now sleeping with your face down on the pillow.

Rafe stalked closer, until he climbed up on your bed. He felt it falter underneath his weight, but you didn’t seem to notice, because you were still peacefully sleeping. He was silent as he took his cock out of his briefs, thankful that he never slept in anything else, because it made it so much easier.

His hands gripped the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles. He felt himself grow harder in his palms at the sight of your panties, all pretty and pink. just for him. It was as if you wanted this, as if you planned this.

Slowly, he pulled the lace to the side, cock throbbing when he finally saw the view of your pussy. He ran his finger over your folds, collecting any juice you had on his finger. He looked up at your face to see you furrow your eyebrows, but make no attempt to do anything.

He put his finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around his fight, before bringing his hand to his cock, and the other gently grabbing the globes of your ass.

He guided his length to your folds, rubbing it up and down, until it reached your hole. A small smile made its way onto his face when he teased it, ever so slowly sinking into your warmth.

His lips parted, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as he could feel your walls clenching on him, even in your sleep. He saw the way you began to stir, cute little pout forming on your lips.

He couldn’t help himself anymore, not when he knew he might have limited time. He let out a low grunt when he bottomed out, pulling his cock out before plunging right back into you, and repeating. His balls hung and slapped against your clit.

Your eyes fluttered open, you moving your head to look over your shoulders when you feel someone push down on your head, forcing your head into the pillow as you let out a cry, confusion and fear evident even with the muffled sound. You sobbed into the pillow, staining your pretty white satin with your tears.

“Shhh.. shhh… I know, sweetie. I know.” He cooed into your ear, his pace not slowing for a second. “Such a good girl. Such a good girl for your daddy.” He spoke in an attempt to comfort you, but all it did was make you sob harder.

You moved your head to the side slightly, him only being able to make out the words ‘hurts!’ before he was shoving your face back into the pillow.

“Hurts? I know, I know it hurts. Just- just be a good girl f’me, for two seconds.” He told you, letting out a groan, you fisting the sheets under you when there was a particularly hard thrust. You were still half asleep, confused and tired.

“Oh. Baby. Sh…” He breathes out, his hand moving up your shirt, rubbing comforting circles onto your back.

“Just go back to sleep, ‘kay? I’ll be done in a little.” He told you, and you couldn’t find it in you to put up any more of a fight, you snapping your eyes shut and attempting to return to that slumber.

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stepfather rafe and reader… I’m writing something abt this rn….

Thinking about you waking up to me on top of you grunting like an animal while I'm thrusting into your tiny little cunt, doe eyed and half asleep still, pressing your head down into the pillow to muffle your sobs, I know it hurts, sweetie, be a good girl for me, I'm so sorry princess I just couldn't help myself, shh go back to sleep I'll be done soon.

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ghostface!rafe coded :3

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john b nd his sweet lil girlfriend during road trips in the Twinkie <33 they can’t keep their hands off each other for more than two seconds

Me you who

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gooner!rafe twt links ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 18+, MDNI

sucking him off while he plays his game :3 a

he couldn’t wait any longer and just had to pull over

how you end up after another arguement

he’s not taking your virginity if it’s just the tip..

fucking your thighs when he dresses you up in the sluttiest tights possible

what happens after he catches you in the woods

pics of you and him that he jerks off to after the break up

one of his favorite positions to have you in

fast nd furious

yeah…

oh this is so him