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i'm sorry the LIP BITE??? the OUTFIT???? EVERYTHING????

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i honestly don't think the writer's block gets better because wtf do u mean i still haven't wrote anything for the how to lose a guy in 10 days series i have for rafe??? like 😭

it's been almost three months since i first wrote for it LMFAO ISTG and i have so many drafts idk how to start or finish them all

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Hii!! I have a request for Drew x actress!reader, where they’re together and reader gets really sick on set where they work together, but she’s really stubborn and doesn’t say anything about it.

Just as they start acting on one of the scenes she gets dizzy, shivers and all that. Obviously everyone notices and Drew gets really concerned and like „why didn’t you say anything?”

OH MY GOD I LOVE U FOR THIS. anyway should i make drew x actress!reader a thing now?

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filming should've stopped at the first signs of your performance declining. with the way your words seemed weak enough, or your emotions being a little too dull for the scenes, everyone took notice of how you were feeling at the moment.

as much as possible, you tried to divert everyone's attention to something else, in order not to make them notice about your current state. but somewhat, not all of them bought your words or the way you acted.

you managed to get through some scenes, but not without the crew getting concerned and bothered about your state. "just take some time to rest, y/n. it's not good for you," one of the cameramen says.

you, being the stubborn girl you were, politely declined. "i can do it," you say through a weak smile. "just don't tell drew i feel sick."

you thought drew wouldn't notice at all, but it seemed to you that everything about you doesn't go unnoticed by him.

he doesn't say anything for the first few scenes, thinking you might've just caught a bug or eaten something bad. or was just feeling cold from the place's weather. one of the crew asked if you were alright, in front of drew—of course you just had to say you were, or you would've been a hindrance to filming. at least, it's what you think.

however, drew was keeping a close eye on you. watching your every move and your face, focusing on where you were starting to falter, and catching the differences between your usual self up to now.

he made sure to hold you a little bit tighter for some of the scenes, being extra careful as well, as if to keep you from falling.

but sure enough, everything gets to a point.

you started to feel dizzy, exhausted and every part of your body felt like they were about to give up. if your shivering from earlier wasn't too obvious, it was now.

so during mid-scene, while you stood in front of drew and your sickness starts to kick in, your legs give up, making you fall from where you stood. as if on cue, the filming stops and drew immediately rushes to you, catching you before your knees even hit the floor.

everything starts to fade by then—the lights, your hearing, your sight of everything. but you could make out some words drew was speaking. rushed and panicked words of "are you okay?" or "come on, stay awake for me" leaves his lips.

—

the next thing you remembered was waking up not in your trailer, but drew's.

he was sitting on the couch near his bed, head laid back on it while he rested. a smile formed on your lips, but the moment was killed when you realized why you were here in the first place. "drew?" you called out softly, voice still a little bit weak.

he immediately shoots up from his position, eyes finding you while he walked towards you. "are you crazy?" his statement seemed puzzling enough to you, but you understood where he came from. unfortunately. "i'm sorry," you said. "i—”

"what the hell were you thinking, huh?" he asks, grabbing your hands gently. "you are to rest the moment you feel something's wrong. you chose to film hrough it instead." your head falls down slightly, eyes meeting your intertwined fingers from below you. "i'm sorry, drew."

"why didn't you say anything? i asked the staff when you fainted. fainted! guess what they told me? you asked them not to say anything to me. why?"

"i didn't want them to cut the filming just because i was sick, and i didn't want you to worry about me." drew sighs at that, holding your hands tighter while his heart aches for you. "i don't want this to happen again. got it? next time you feel sick, you tell me. or the staff. i don't care. you just rest. okay?"

he leans in to hug you, while burying his face in your hair. you hug him back, wrapping your weak arms around his body. "thank you, drew. i appreciate it."

oh my god idk what this is but i thank u anon for sending me this request !! loved this sm 🥹 anyway i can't seem to finish anything else lately so pls bear w me while i finish my other works RAAAAHHHHH

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Love Island: Episode 7 - Sparks Fly

series masterlist

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 5.7k

warnings: cuss words, sexual innuendos, alcohol consumption

The sun creeps over the villa, golden light scattering across the pool and casting soft shadows through the trees. One by one, the islanders start to stir as the lights flicker on.

“Morning, guys.” Abigail calls out, voice sweet but still groggy. A few murmured replies and a chorus of groans answer her back. From the far side of the room, JJ’s soft snores cut through the noise. He is still dead asleep, sprawled across the bed, completely ignoring the makeshift pillow wall Cleo had built between them.

“Bro, seriously?” Cleo grumbles, trying to shove him onto his side. Nothing. She pushes again. Still nothing. Topper snorts from across the room.

“How is he still out cold?” He laughs. All heads turn to JJ, mouth agape, drool at the corner of his lips, snoring like a freight train.

“Aww, he looks so cute when he's sleeping.” Sarah coos, hands clasped dramatically. Cleo rolls her eyes.

“Yeah and he's a freaking menace when he's not.” That gets a wave of laughter from the room.

Y/N chuckles, watching Cleo’s struggle from her bed. But her focus drifts, her eyes falling to the arm slung over her leg. Rafe’s still buried under a pillow, blocking out the sun. He hadn’t let go of her all night. Even now, half-asleep, his fingers rest on her thigh like he’s anchoring himself to her.

She lets out a quiet breath, then glances to the other side of her bed. Ryan’s already sitting up, hoodie on, hair wild, his glasses halfway down his nose. He turns to her with a sleepy grin.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” She replies, matching his smile. “How was your first sleep in the villa?” She asks, voice soft. He grins.

“Honestly? Best sleep I’ve had in ages.” He replies and she laughs.

Her mind drifts back to her own first night. Struggling to sleep, tossing and turning and overthinking. Lying beside Rafe who made her feel safe enough to melt into him, even though they were practically strangers.

“Y/N?”

She blinks, pulled back to reality.

“You zoned out there.” Ryan says gently. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” She says quickly, flashing a smile and looking down to fidget with her ring. “Just tired.”

Ryan nods, but before he can say anything else, Abigail leans over to ask him something, giving Y/N space. She turns back toward Rafe just as he peeks out from under the pillow, rubbing his eyes. His tan chest rises with a slow breath and there’s a fresh stubble dusting his jaw. Somehow, it makes him look even more unfairly attractive. She swallows and looks away just as Kiara’s voice cuts through the room.

“What do you think Maddy and Kelce got up to in the Hideaway?” Kiara asks and the room lights up with reactions as guesses start flying.

“They definitely hooked up.” Topper says, still half-asleep but already causing drama. Alyssa and Cleo immediately start arguing with him.

The door swings open before the debate gets too heated and Maddy walks in, glowing, with Kelce trailing behind her in nothing but boxers and a smug grin.

“Morning, lovebirds!” Kelce yells, doing a lap around the room before throwing himself on Rafe and Y/N’s bed.

“Dude!” Rafe groans. Y/N grins and glances at Maddy, who’s laughing along with the others.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” She mutters.

Kelce beams. The girls all turn to Maddy, who’s sitting on her bed, eyes on her nails, a soft smile still lingering on her lips.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Y/N mutters. Kelce beams, nodding like a bobblehead. The girls immediately zero in on Maddy, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Spill!” Kiara demands.

“You’re gonna tell us either way.” Topper adds and everyone murmurs their agreement.

“Guys, don’t pressure them.” Y/N cuts in, voice quieter.

Rafe hears it and wonders if it’s a jab, leftover tension from their argument the night before. Kelce, catching her tone, reaches out and gently taps her calf.

“You good?” He murmurs, reading her a little too well. She gives him a small smile and a quick nod. Kelce’s eyes flick to Rafe and he picks up on the tension between the two. He gets up from the bed, brushing off Rafe’s legs and claps his hands.

“I need coffee injected in my veins. Boys, come on!” He heads toward the door with a dramatic stretch. “Damn, it’s a good day!” He yells, making the others crack up as they follow him.

Rafe lingers for a beat, grabbing his phone and water. He looks down at Y/N.

“We’re gonna talk later, yeah?”

There’s something hesitant in his voice. Hope, but also worry.

She meets his eyes and nods softly.

He leans down, presses a kiss to her forehead and follows the others out.

Once the boys leave the room, the girls immediately pile into Y/N’s bed. Sarah’s the first to cling to her, adjusting her sunglasses. Maddy flops onto the bed with a giddy squeal, beckoning Abigail to scoot closer.

“Okay, spill!” Alyssa practically begs.

“Okay, so…” Maddy begins, clearly enjoying the attention.

“What did you two do?” Sarah grins.

“JJ’s convinced you guys hooked up.” Cleo throws in with a smirk.

“Girls, let her talk!” Y/N interjects, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Maddy says, clearing her throat. “So, first of all, the hideaway? Gorgeous. Hearts everywhere and the bed? Huge and insanely soft.”

The girls murmur excitedly as she continues.

“Anyway, we talked a lot. Just figuring out how compatible we actually are. And I’m really glad we did, because we’re totally on the same page.” She pauses, her voice softening. “And…we talked about you.”

Maddy turns to Y/N, whose brows furrow.

“Me?” Y/N repeats, caught off guard. “Wait, what? Why?”

Maddy chews her lip, choosing her words carefully.

“It wasn’t anything bad. Kelce just noticed how close we are. He told me he still cares about you, probably always will, even if you’re part of his past. He just wanted to make sure things between us were cool before him and I got more serious. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. And honestly, I get that and I don't want that either. So…are we good? I want you to be honest. If you’re not okay with it, I’ll back off, I mean it-”

“Maddy.” Y/N interrupts gently. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re my friend. I want you to be happy. Yeah, I care about Kelce, I don’t want him getting hurt either, but I’m moving on. He should too. If what you two have is real, then I’m all for it. Trust me.”

Maddy nods, then pulls Y/N into a grateful hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She murmurs as the other girls smile.

“Okay but did anything happen?” Cleo asks impatiently, needing her gossip fix. The girls laugh as Maddy pulls back.

“Let’s just say…the salon opened.” Her smirk says it all and the girls gasp.

“The what?” Abigail asks, confused. Cleo points to her own shorts. Abigail’s eyes widen.

“Oh!”

“Wait, yours or his?” Kiara chimes in.

“Both.” Maddy mumbles, reaching for her water bottle as the girls erupt in squeals, shaking her from excitement.

“What kind of service did you get?” Cleo teases. Maddy giggles, blushing.

“Just…a really nice mani.” She reveals and the girls scream again, laughing.

“Genuinely so happy you got some.” Sarah grins and they all laugh again.

“Alright, what did I miss?” Maddy claps her hands, calming them down. All eyes turn to Y/N. She exhales.

“Nothing’s really changed with Rafe and I's situation. Last night, before bed, he said he wanted to talk today. That’s it.”

The girls give her quiet, sympathetic looks.

“I hate to ask but…are you okay?” Maddy says gently. Y/N shrugs.

“I don’t know. Things were going so well and now…I’m just confused.” She absentmindedly fiddles with her ring.

“It’s not your fault.” Cleo says firmly. “Even if your talk triggered something, it’s on him for not being honest.”

“It’s not only about honesty.” Y/N says softly. “He wasn’t ready to open up and I get that, I-”

“Don’t make excuses for him.” Kiara cuts in. “You’re allowed to be understanding, but that doesn’t mean he gets to walk away or lash out at you.”

The girls nod in agreement.

“Can we not talk about me for once?” Y/N pleads. “I feel like I’m always the topic and it’s exhausting.”

“We’re just worried.” Sarah says, rubbing her back.

“Yeah, I know, but-”

“Don’t you dare say ‘it’s fine,’ I will literally kick your ass.” Cleo warns. Y/N chuckles, hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, I won’t.” She grins. “But it is gonna be fine.” She quickly hides behind Sarah to dodge Cleo and the girls break into laughter as she pretends to launch herself over.

Once things settle, Y/N clears her throat.

“Hey, Kie…I’ve been meaning to ask about…you and Pope.”

Kiara shifts uncomfortably.

“Last night, when he suggested the hideaway, it kinda looked like you wanted to run.”

The girls all turn to Kiara, waiting. She sighs.

“I’m gonna be honest with y'all, I’m not feeling it. He’s cute, he’s smart, sure. But he’s just…not my type. I’ve tried, but every conversation feels awkward.”

“Have you talked to him?” Y/N asks, but Sarah quickly grabs her arm.

“Wait, have you guys even kissed?” Sarah asks. Kiara hesitates.

“We had a peck. But…” She makes a face.

“Oh, Kie.” Maddy says sympathetically.

“You really haven’t told him?” Cleo asks.

“Not yet. I haven’t found the right time. And I don’t know how to say it.”

“You should do it soon.” Cleo urges. “You’ve been coupled up for a while and Pope seems into you. He deserves the chance to meet someone who actually connects with him.”

“Like you, babe?” Maddy teases, drawing a few giggles. Cleo blushes.

“No! Stop.”

“You like him!” Sarah shouts, setting off a round of gasps.

“No, I don’t.” Cleo says, arms crossed.

“You totally do!” Maddy sings. “Cleo and Pope, sitting in a tree-”

“Finish that and I’ll end you.” Cleo threatens and Maddy pretends to zip her lips.

“Come on.” Y/N grins. “It’s cute.”

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

“Cleo-”

“I’m just confused, alright?” She finally says. “There was nothing with John B, Kelce and I had no chemistry and JJ…please. But Pope…we have had a few chats and he gets me. Like, really gets me.”

The girls stay quiet, letting her talk.

“I just…I see the way he looks at Kiara. He really likes her. And I don’t want to be his second choice.”

Silence lingers for a moment.

“I’ll talk to him.” Kiara says at last. “But you should too.”

“Okay.” Cleo nods slowly.

The girls smile at the honest moment, the tension melting just a little.

Meanwhile, outside, after Kelce’s loud bragging session with the boys about ‘his girl’ and his night with Maddy, Rafe and Topper head to the kitchen. While Topper casually whisks eggs, Rafe finishes plating the avocado toast he just made.

“Forgiveness avocado toast?” Topper teases, raising an eyebrow. “What even happened last night? It feels like I missed an entire season.”

Rafe lets out a heavy sigh.

“We got into it. There was this talk with John B, JJ and Sarah…about exes. And I just…I don’t talk about my past. She tried to comfort me or get me to open up and I snapped. Like…full-on snapped at her. And I hate myself for it. She was just trying to help and I shut down.”

Topper nods, quiet for a beat.

“Maybe…talking to her, actually opening up, might help. Not just about the fight. About everything.” Topper tries as Rafe rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah, except if I do that, she might actually hate me.”

“It can’t be that bad, dude. Everyone’s got baggage.” Topper says, narrowing his eyes. Rafe leans in closer and drops his voice.

“I cheated on my ex.”

Topper freezes at the confession.

“What?”

“It was a dumb mistake. One I regret every day. But if Y/N finds out...she’s not gonna look at me the same.” Rafe explains while Topper stares, trying to process.

“Damn. I don’t even know what to say. That’s…a lot. But I still think you should talk to her. She’s understanding. She might not get your side, but she’ll listen. That’s gotta be something.”

Rafe exhales slowly and grabs the plate and a glass of orange juice.

“Yeah, I…I’ll try. Thanks, man.”

“Anytime.” Topper gives him a light shoulder tap as Rafe heads toward the bedroom.

He carefully pushes the door open. The room falls quiet. Every girl turns to see who entered. Y/N’s face drops the moment she sees him.

“Ladies.” Rafe offers a small, respectful nod. He makes his way to Y/N and hands her the plate, setting the juice on her nightstand.

“I know you don’t usually eat breakfast ‘cause it makes you nauseous.” He says softly. “But I made you avocado toast. Extra crunchy, just how you like it. And the juice…no pulp.”

The girls blink at him in awe.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Maddy whispers, earning an elbow from Kiara.

Rafe’s eyes never leave Y/N’s. She stares back, stunned, her heart pounding. Sarah nudges her, trying to prompt a response.

Y/N still frozen in place, Sarah reaches over and steals a bite.

“Just gonna…try this.” She announces, chewing dramatically. Y/N finally blinks and shifts her gaze.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. She sets the plate aside and reaches with one arm, offering an awkward hug. Rafe leans in to accept it.

“Anytime.” He whispers, his hand brushing her arm before he pulls away. “I’ll see you later.”

She nods and he walks out without looking back. The moment the door closes, the girls erupt.

“I’m still kinda mad at him.” Cleo admits. “But that was…really sweet.”

“Right?” Kiara nods, glancing at Y/N, who’s still staring at the door. Sarah leans forward.

“So…what are you gonna say to him?” Sarah asks, making Y/N tear her eyes away.

“I think…I want him to apologize. Properly. First.”

“Exactly!” Kiara chimes in, arms crossed. Y/N sighs.

“I like him. A lot. And I know things are moving fast, but what we’ve built already…it’s real. And now I’m stuck between being angry and completely floored that he made me breakfast with everything exactly how I like it.” She groans, rubbing her forehead.

“I’ll marry him myself if you don’t.” Maddy says, making the girls laugh. Abigail looks sheepish.

“Okay, I don’t know the whole situation and I know it’s messy, but...can I have a bite? That looks insane.” She points to the plate. Y/N chuckles and cuts a piece for herself before passing it over. Soon, the plate is in the middle of the bed and all the girls are groaning and moaning over how good it tastes.

“Okay, this toast slaps.” Cleo says, avocado smeared at the corner of her lips.

“Damn you, Rafe Cameron!” Kiara shouts dramatically at the ceiling, sending everyone into laughter.

A little later, the girls are out in their bikinis, lounging around the villa, chatting with the boys and cooling off in the pool. Topper is in the middle of a conversation with Kelce when Y/N strolls past, heading toward the couch where Maddy is painting Kiara’s nails.

Topper lets out a low whistle.

“Y/N?” He calls. She glances over her shoulder, offering a smile and a wave.

“Hey. You boys doing okay?” She asks, sipping from her water bottle. Topper nods, gesturing for her to come over.

“Do you…wanna talk for a minute?” He asks. Y/N glances back at the girls, then shrugs and walks toward the pool steps. Kelce reaches out to steady her as she makes her way down and settles into one of the pool chairs. Carefully, she adjusts her mic to keep it dry and places her bottle on the pool’s edge.

“Everything okay?” She asks, scanning their faces. Topper nods in response.

“Yeah. I just…wanted to check in. How are you holding up?” He asks, crossing his arms curiously.

“What did he tell you?” She smirks, her eyes narrowing slightly, amused.

“Dude, I told you she’d see right through us.” Kelce exclaims, hitting Topper's shoulder while grinning. Y/N gasps dramatically.

“Were you two trying to ambush me right now?”

Topper chuckles, raising his hands in defense.

“No ambush. I just…I hate seeing you both like this. He’s like a brother to me and you’re honestly the sweetest girl here. Watching you guys upset like that over a situation that could easily be fixed. It sucks.”

Y/N drops her gaze to her hands.

“I tried, Top. I really did. And he still pushed me away.”

Topper sighs, exchanging a look with Kelce.

“We know.” Kelce says. “But you two have unreal chemistry. Everyone sees it. Don’t let it go to waste over…whatever this is. You're both being stubborn about it.”

“I’m not being stubborn.” She mutters, crossing her arms. Kelce shrugs.

“Okay, maybe not. But you both care. A lot. And this is not worth losing what you have.”

She leans back with a frustrated sigh.

“I like him.” She murmurs. “And I hate this. All of it. Like…it didn’t have to go down like that. If I hadn’t been so pushy or-or…needy or if he was more open to talking about it, maybe it’d be different.”

Her eyes land on the ring on her finger. She turns it slowly, lost in thought.

Before either of them can answer, a shadow looms behind her, someone approaching. Topper and Kelce glance up, Y/N still unaware, lost in her thoughts.

“Is now a good time to talk?” Rafe's deep voice cuts through the noise, making her stomach twist. She glances at the boys, who smirk like this was part of some master plan. Ignoring them, she looks back at Rafe and gives a small nod.

She stands, grabbing her mic pack and water bottle, then follows him over to one of the couches tucked away from the rest of the group. As they sit, Rafe clears his throat and pulls off his sunglasses, finally meeting her eyes.

“First off…I just want to say I'm sorry.” He begins. “I was acting stupid. Immature.”

She doesn't respond, just stares down at the pillow in her lap.

“Y/N…” His voice falters. “Can you look at me?”

She turns, meets his gaze and exhales slowly.

“I really like you.” He says, softer now. “And I know I messed up. But you’ve gotta understand, my last relationship is…it was tough on me. And I’ve never really talked about it with anyone before and maybe that’s why I handled all of this so badly.”

He pauses, searching her face.

“I’m not saying that makes it okay. I just...I want to move past this. Can we? Can we just try again?”

Her eyes search his face, flickering with hurt, confusion, and something dangerously close to resignation. Then she slowly shakes her head.

“I’m not just going to move on and pretend this didn’t happen.” She says quietly, voice tight but steady.

“I know I pushed about your ex. I get that it’s a sore spot and maybe I shouldn’t have gone there. But, Rafe…” She pauses, the words catching in her throat, “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to be someone you can talk to. Someone you trust.”

“Y/N-”

“Let me finish.” She holds up her manicured hand and he nods, lips pressing into a thin line as he falls silent.

“We’re in here trying to build something real. And real doesn’t mean shutting people out when it gets hard. I was there for you, Rafe. Last night, I was right there trying to understand you and you left me in the dark. And it's not the first time either.”

Rafe exhales, like he was holding his breath the whole time, the weight of guilt visible in the way his shoulders slump.

“I know. I know you were. And I appreciate it. I do. I just…I can’t talk about it. It’s off-limits.”

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out again.” She reminds him and her voice breaks slightly.

“I know.” He says softly. “And I promise I won't do that again."

She looks down at her hands, fidgeting with the strap of her water bottle. She shakes her head, the gesture slow, like the words physically sting.

“How am I supposed to believe you when I don’t even know if you’re being honest with me now?" She asks, obviously hurt. Rafe has no answer. He stares at her like he wishes he could take it all back, but knows he can’t.

“I don’t want to fight.” She whispers. “But I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one fighting for this either.”

She gets up, sighing as she pushes herself off the couch, her voice barely audible now and she starts to walk away.

“I cheated on her.”

Her feet stop mid-step. The words hang in the air like a crack of thunder. Slowly, she turns back, eyebrows drawn tight.

“What?” She asks. Rafe leans forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing at his face. He can’t look at her.

“My ex. I got drunk at a party and ended up in someone else’s bed. I was stupid. I ruined everything. And…fuck, I don’t even remember most of it. But it happened. And I hated myself for it." He finally looks up at her, eyes glassy.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think less of me. T-to see me as that version of myself. Because I’m not him anymore. I swear I’m not.”

Y/N just stares. Still, silent, stunned.

“Can you please say something?” He asks, voice raw. She blinks, like she’s trying to shake herself out of it.

“What the fuck?”

“Y/N-”

“How could you do that to someone?” She snaps, her voice rising with emotion. “Why?”

“I was messed up. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve done the work, I’ve taken responsibility, but it’s not who I am anymore. I swear.”

He reaches for her hand, but she pulls away like he’s burned her.

“I don’t know what to say.” She whispers. “I just…I need time. I need to process this.”

“Y/N…”

But she’s already turned. And this time, she doesn’t stop.

Rafe stays frozen on the couch, the space she left behind feeling emptier than he thought possible. All that’s left is the echo of her disgust and the ache in his chest where her trust used to be.

Y/N makes her way over to Sarah, who’s chatting with Abigail and Maddy. One look at her and Sarah’s smile drops instantly.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” She asks, noticing Y/N’s trembling hands and the shaken look on her face. Y/N sinks into the seat beside them, still clearly reeling.

“We…talked.” She replies, voice low. “He…fuck.” Her fingers thread anxiously through her hair.

“What happened, Y/N/N?” Maddy asks gently, placing a comforting hand on her back.

“He told me about his ex.” She finally says.

“That’s…good, right?” Abigail offers carefully. “I mean, you’ve been wanting him to open up.”

The girls watch her, waiting, unsure.

“He told me…” Y/N pauses, trying to find the words. “He told me he cheated on her.”

Their eyes widen in unison, a heavy silence settling in.

“What?” Sarah blurts, brows furrowing. Y/N just nods.

“Yeah. That was my reaction too.” She says with a bitter laugh.

“Oh my god. What did you say?” Maddy asks, her voice soft with concern.

“I told him I need time to process. He kept saying how much he regrets it, how much he hates himself for it, how he has changed, but…I don’t even know what to think.”

Sarah wraps an arm around her, rubbing her back.

“It’s a lot. You don’t have to figure it all out right now.”

Y/N doesn’t respond, just stares down at the floor, her mind clearly miles away.

“I’m just…I don’t know how to feel about this. Or-or what I should do. I…I am…it’s so confusing.” She leans back into the couch, letting her head fall against the cushion with a frustrated sigh.

The girls exchange glances, quiet and gentle in their support. Maddy offers a soft smile and pats her thigh.

“We’re here, okay?” Sarah says. “Whatever you need.”

Y/N nods faintly, lips pressed into a thin line, still lost in thought.

Later that afternoon, the girls are getting ready upstairs while Rafe, Topper and Kelce are in the bedroom.

“I told her.” Rafe says, pulling a pair of jeans from his closet.

Topper looks up, puzzled. Kelce keeps ironing his shirt, barely reacting.

“Told her what?” Topper asks, reaching for his deodorant.

“About my ex.” Rafe replies. “That I cheated on her.”

Kelce’s head snaps up.

“Wait-what?” He asks, his brows furrowing. Rafe exhales, pulling on his jeans.

“Yeah. That’s why I didn’t say anything last night. I knew it would hit her hard. And the way she looked at me…fuck, man.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Kelce says, staring at him.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Rafe asks as he shoots him a look.

Kelce shakes his head slowly.

“Dude…you should’ve told her from the start. Trust is a huge thing for her. I mean, obviously.”

“Obviously?” Rafe repeats, eyebrows knitting together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kelce turns off the iron, hesitating.

“She didn’t tell you?” He asks. Rafe glances between them, confused.

“Tell me what?”

“I don’t know if it’s my place, but…” Kelce pauses. “Before she and I got together, she was with this guy. Real piece of shit. Untrustworthy as hell. One day, she caught him in her bed with a girl she worked with.”

Rafe freezes, mouth slightly open.

“Shit.” He mutters, rubbing a hand over his buzzed head. “She never told me that. No wonder she was so upset.”

“That, plus being paired with someone who’s done the same thing?” Topper adds and Rafe scoffs.

“I’m not that guy anymore. I told her I regret it. Every bit of it.”

Kelce carefully slips on his shirt so as to not wrinkle it.

“Look, man. Let her have some time. Then talk to her, like really talk. No yelling. No ego. No stubbornness. Just…be honest. Let it be a conversation, not a war.”

Rafe nods slowly, eyes drifting to the bed he’s been sharing with her.

“Yeah.” He murmurs. “I will.”

As the islanders share laughs and drinks, Y/N and Cleo sit by the firepit, able to observe the rest of the group from a distance. JJ is walking on his hands, slowly making his way toward the pool without realizing it. Everyone watches in anticipation, waiting for the inevitable and when he finally topples in with a loud splash, laughter erupts all around. He emerges from the water, yelling and cussing them out as they double over.

Y/N chuckles and turns to Cleo, who’s clearly zoned out. Her eyes glued to Pope, who’s mid push-up competition with Topper. It doesn’t last long though as Pope gives out quickly and Sarah, being the sweetheart she is, immediately goes to comfort him. Y/N snaps her fingers in front of Cleo’s face.

“Girl.” She snaps again, finally catching her attention. Cleo blinks and turns to her.

“Don’t. Please. Don’t start.” Cleo warns.

“Dude.” Y/N pauses. “Just go for it.”

Cleo scoffs and shakes her head.

“He’s into Kiara.” She mutters, adjusting her skirt. Y/N gently grabs her hand, not letting her look away again.

“You’re wasting time by not giving it a chance.” She pauses. “Cleo, you’re so gorgeous and so kind-hearted and smart…it’s…you like him. And I know that may scare you or maybe you're scared of getting rejected, but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Cleo looks up at her.

“Ho, are you a mind reader or something?” Cleo asks, narrowing her eyes playfully.

Y/N bursts out laughing, giving her a light slap on the thigh.

“I’m just saying…have a chat with him. You’re here to explore connections and hopefully find the right one. Maybe Pope is it.”

Cleo hesitates.

“But… what about Kiara…she-”

“She said she’d talk to him first. I know.” Y/N nods. “But I don’t think you should wait anymore. Plus, you know how Kie feels. It’s not like you’re stepping on anyone’s toes.”

Without warning, Cleo wraps her arms around Y/N in a tight hug, catching her completely off guard.

“I love you, little one.” She mumbles against her shoulder.

“I love you too, C.” Y/N says, hugging her back. Cleo pulls away and stands, adjusting her skirt again.

“Wish me luck.” She says lowly.

“You don’t need it.” Y/N smiles, standing and giving her a little push forward.

Cleo stumbles slightly before making her way toward the beanbags, where Pope is lounging with John B and Sarah.

“Hey.” She says, approaching with a soft smile. Everyone greets her with wide grins.

“Pope, do you…do you mind going for a chat?” She asks, glancing briefly at Sarah, who smirks knowingly.

“Yeah, sure.” Pope says, getting up and dapping John B before following Cleo to the couch under the terrace.

As they sit down, Cleo adjusts her skirt, smoothing the fabric across her legs.

“You look nice, by the way.” Pope says, nodding toward her. “That color really works on you.”

“Thanks. It’s Maddy’s, actually.” She glances down, smiling faintly. He nods.

“Still. It looks good. I mean, you do. I mean, the skirt does too, just…yeah.” He fumbles a little and she lets out a small laugh.

“How’ve you been finding it?” Cleo asks, shifting the conversation. “You know, the whole Love Island experience?”

“Yeah, it’s been good so far?” Pope shrugs and she raises an eyebrow.

“You’re asking me?”

He chuckles at her comment.

“No, no, I mean, yeah. It’s been…interesting.”

Cleo nods.

“What about you?” He asks and she sighs.

“Definitely a rollercoaster. Between the couplings and JJ’s snoring-”

“Oh my god, that's him?” Pope laughs, leaning back. “It's been driving me insane.”

“You’re lucky you’re across the room. I’ve got him snoring right into my ear.”

They both laugh and for a moment, things feel easy.

“I like this.” Cleo says after a beat, her voice softer now. “This?” Pope looks over, brows furrowed slightly.

“You. Us talking like this. You have this…calming energy. I feel like I can just be myself around you.” She swallows. “And I’ve been thinking about it and I just…I’m gonna say it. I’m attracted to you. And I don’t know if you’ve felt anything too, but I wanted to see if maybe there could be…something.”

Pope doesn’t respond right away. He just stares at her, lips parted slightly, blinking like he didn’t expect this.

“Usually this is the part where someone responds.” Cleo lets out a nervous laugh.

“I'm sorry. I just…” Pope finally says, shifting in his seat. “I didn’t really see this coming.”

“Oh.” Her smile falters, just a little.

“Not that…it’s not bad. I just…” He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kind of caught me off guard.”

“Right. Yeah. I get it.” She nods slowly, looking away.

“I’m sorry if that’s…like, if this is weird now.” He adds quickly.

“It’s not weird.” She says, though the words are a little too fast. “It’s fine. I just…wanted to be honest.”

They sit in silence again, but this time it’s stiffer, more uncomfortable. Cleo’s hands fidget in her lap. Pope stares at a spot on the ground.

“I should probably head back to the girls.” Cleo says eventually, standing a little too quickly.

“Yeah. Of course.” Pope says, not quite meeting her eyes.

She gives him a tight smile and walks off, leaving Pope sitting there, still trying to make sense of what just happened.

In the kitchen, Y/N reaches into the fridge for another drink when Ryan strolls up beside her.

“Hey, you.” He says, flashing her a grin and finger guns before immediately shoving his hands behind his back. “Sorry. I get weird around pretty girls.”

She laughs under her breath.

“I’ll let it slide since you called me pretty.” She replies and he clutches his chest like he’s been wounded in the best way.

“You want anything while I’m here?” She nods toward the fridge.

“A chat with you sounds ideal.” He pauses, then adds. “Oh, and maybe a soda? Since you’re offering.”

She blushes, grabbing a can for him along with her own drink, then turns back to him.

“Lead the way.” She says.

Ryan leads her toward a couch tucked at the back of the villa. The same one where she and Rafe had their fight earlier. She hesitates for a beat before following.

“You good?” Ryan asks once they sit. “You keep drifting off on me.”

“Yeah. Just got a lot on my mind.” She blinks, grounding herself. He nods, letting the moment hang.

“This about Rafe?” He asks and her head snaps to him.

“Did he say something?”

Ryan shakes his head.

“No. Just…felt like something was going on.” He replies, making her exhale and nod.

“Good instincts.” She mutters and he smiles.

“My instincts told me to come talk to you, so I’m gonna trust ‘em.” He pauses. “But hey, if you ever wanna talk about it-”

“No.” She cuts in softly. “I wanna get to know you.”

“What do you wanna know?” He nods, settling more comfortably into the couch. She taps her lip, thinking, before her lips turn upright into a playful smirk.

“What’s Sabrina like?” She asks, making both of them chuckle.

“She’s very short. And super sweet.”

“Yeah, I figured.” She chuckles again. “You live in New York, right?” She asks, switching gears.

“Yeah. Been there a few years now. Love it. Really great job opportunities. What about you?”

“I’m from there.”

He pauses.

“No way. That’s a sign.”

They both smile, easing into easy conversation, until her phone buzzes. She glances down and her smile fades.

“Shit.” She mutters. “Guys, I got a text!”

The villa falls quiet as they snap their attention towards her. Rafe looks up from across the yard, eyes locking on Y/N and Ryan sitting way too close for his comfort. His chest tightens.

“‘Islanders, pucker up because tonight you’ll be taking part in the Kissing Challenge. #kissandmakeup #hotandbothered’” She reads the message aloud.

The group erupts in excitement. Y/N shoots Ryan an apologetic look before hurrying off to find the girls.

Across the yard, Topper claps a hand on Rafe’s back with a smirk.

“Well, the text did say kiss and make up.”

Rafe doesn’t respond. His eyes are still locked on her, determined to win her back.

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[stvrkeysgal]

OH MY GOD I LOVE NERD RAFE SM

─ SHE'S A MANEATER! ★

MAKE YOU WANT ALL HER LOVE!

★ pairing: maneater!reader x loser nerd!rafe

★ summary: rafe cameron is the biggest loser you know, but what happens in a dark janitor’s closet stays in a dark janitor’s closet…

★ warnings / tags: smut, MDNI! unprotected piv, sub!rafe, name calling, degradation. wc: 1k

★ author's note: i got a request for a mean reader who bullies rafe and since being mean to men is my favorite hobby… i couldn’t resist.

★ RAFE MASTERLIST ★

take out a dictionary. search for the word ‘loser’. the face that stares back at you? rafe cameron.

he represented everything you hated. goodwill clothes, friend group who's rather lather on axe body spray instead of taking a shower, staying in all his weekends studying or probably binge watching star wars, replaying the scene of princess leia in her golden bikini over and over again and jerking off into an old sock because no one invited him or his friends anywhere.

you were different. most of your college life consisted of going out and partying, breaking hearts of boys you couldn't give two shits about, spending money that didn't belong to you… it seemed like you didn't care about anything, something that the insecure boy couldn't relate.

"hi." rafe said softly and you turned to look at him with an irritated look on your face, your gaze trailing up and down his form with jusgement, the boy's face red and nervous, hand shaking as he held out something; three pieces of paper held together with a paper clip, "he-here's your essay." he muttered.

you took the paper, skimming over it before stuffing it into your bag, "it's about time." you scoffed, crossing your arms while he just stayed there, standing still, "what are you waiting for? a treat? get the fuck out of my face, loser."

"o-okay." rafe stuttered, still a small smile on his face as he made his way towards his friends, nearly tripping on his own shoelaces. but when no one was looking, you slipped a note into the locker you knew belonged to him.

your skirt was bunched up around your hips, straddling the boy who laid on the floor of the bleach-smelling janitor's closet, filled with your mingled heavy breaths and the perverted squelch of his cock inside your wet cunt.

rafe watched you under lidded eyes, your head thrown back as you used him to get yourself off, his hands on your plushy thighs, hips ramming up into you as one of your own hands hand cupped your tit, the other one between your own legs, helping yourself; you never let him touch you like that.

god, he felt like such a fucking loser. rafe would've done anything for you, and he pretty much did. he did all your homework, got you whatever illegal substances you wanted (most often coke or molly), fuck, you could probably get him to hurt someone without even regretting him.

rafe couldn't help it; you were the most gorgeous, perfect girl he'd ever seen. it was like whenever you walked into the room, every pair of eyes locked onto you, and you didn't even care; you didn't care how obsessed people were with you. you knew you were everything and didn't care. all you cared about was your own pleasure, about getting off, whether it was by sex, by being a bitch, by stomping over the hearts of all the boys obsessed with you.

your hand went to his neck and squeezed, a small whine leaving rafe's lips. you groaned in frustration, stuffing the wet pair of red panties into his mouth as you continued to ride him, mumbling, "shut the fuck up..." rafe could still taste the tang of your arousal on the lacy fabric, his eyes closing in bliss as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, making you let out quiet moans.

rafe tries mumbling through the fabric in his mouth to tell you that he was getting close, only for your grip on his throat tightening, your own face scrunching up in pleasure.

"f-fuck..." you moaned, the finget on your clit speeding up, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening, speeding the movement of your hips as you moved up and down on his cock, the lewd squelching and rapid breathing filling the small space

rafe let out a muffled moan when he felt your pussy squeeeeeeze around him and clench with the force of your orgasm, his hips bucking up involuntarily as warm spurts of his cum started coating your gummy walls, his grip on your thighs tightening, your head thrown back in bliss.

but when the both of you started getting down from your orgasms, you groaned and took your hand off his neck, getting off his softened cock as you looked down, seeing his cum trailing down your thighs and scoffing in irritation, your breathing still heavy as you spoke, "you fucking came in me."

you stood up on wobbly legs, grabbing a wet wipe from your bag as you started wiping the white substance off your legs. rafe sat up tentatively, and took your panties out of his mouth slowly tugging his boxer shorts back up, clearing his throat, "i'm sorry..."

"you should be." you sighed, throwing the wet wipe into a trash can and straightening your skirt, "better remember to never tell anyone about this." you scoffed, taking out a pocket mirror and holding it up to inspect your face, fixing some of your makeup as rafe stood up and pulled his jeans back up, sliding the lacy fabric in his back pocket.

"i won't..." rafe mumbled, starting to button his shirt back up "y-you know, you'd probably look much better without makeup..."

what rafe thought would be a compliment seemed to offend you, though, making you scoff and roll your eyes, "i don't care what you or any other guy thinks about me. now wait five minutes before you come out to make sure no one sees."

and so you simply opened the door and made your way out, leaving the boy standing in the dark janitor's closet, haphazardly dressed and chest still slightly heaving as he ran a hand through his mussed up hair.

YOU WISH YOU NEVER EVER MET HER AT ALL!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ tagging some moots <3: @nemesyaaa @inbred-eater @raahosh @rafesheaven @isasweetie @dollyfiles @hauntedfawnn @jjslaybank @littlelamy @cameronsbabydoll @bambiangels

[stvrkeysgal]

drew my pookie. i wanna pinch those cheeks.

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“i.” kiss “am.” kiss “so.” kiss “proud.” kiss “of you!” you practically squealed before placing a whole bunch of kisses to all over rafes face. grin forming on your face as you felt his grin against your cheek. your pink manicured hand holding his head in place.

rafe chuckled, attempting to ignore how his insides were doing backlfips at your actions. his hands resting on your hips ‘n rubbing soft circles along the skin of your thigh while you sat up on the counter. “‘s only two weeks baby.” he murmurs, attempting to downplay his progress, which in his mind, truly wasn’t the biggest deal.

you gasp at his words, instantly pulling away from his face as you bit your cheek. giving him an un approving look as you shook your head ‘no’.

“two weeks is a big deal!” you scolded, your hands falling down from his face to rub up and down his chest. “think of how much coke you used to do.” you hummed as you straightened his shirt out. “it was practically everyday.”

you sighed as you finished straightening his shirt out, looking back up at rafe.

you smiled softly at the sight that awaited that made your heart speed up. rafe looking at you with a softness reserved only for you, his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled genuinely. a smile also reserved for you only.

rafe hummed, right hand coming up to brush some of your hair out of your face. his touch feather light. “You think so?” he asked, tone quiet as he soaked in the peace of the moment.

“know so.” you grinned, your words soft and confident before you wrapped your arms around rafe and placed your lips to his. his own arms circling around your waist while he returned the kiss. hand running soothingly up and down the length of your back.

— made by me! do not copy without credits!

[stvrkeysgal]

Rafe & a Housewife Kink

warnings ; smut, mdni!! breeding kink, misogyny if you squint Rafe would certainly be a liar if he were to say that he had never before imagined you fat with a baby and cradling another, balancing the child on your jutted hip as you pour him a tall one that's still icy from the fridge. He could picture exactly the way your breasts would jiggle, swollen from pregnancy and breastfeeding, as you padded over to him, the silk of your barely-tied robe brushing in the air and lifting to reveal the delicious curve of your thigh — straight out of one of the shitty pornos he and Topper would watch on cinemax growing up. Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it. It was a dream of his, and being the handsomly illustrious heir of Ward Cameron came with the perks of having never been denied anything that had caught his fancy; the moment Rafe had decided he would like a real and true football player at his 10th birthday party, Ward had had Tom Brady on speed dial within the hour. When he had become jealous upon watching Sarah receive a purebred cocker spaniel as a reward for a particularly nice report card from the Swedish boarding school Rose had insisted upon sending the children to in a successful endeavor to secure more time alone with her newly-wedded husband, Rafe was given his own stallion and an accompanying stable to train with as he pleased. Similarly so, the moment Rafe had spotted you — you, with your engrossing mess of corkscrew curls and sticky pink Nars lip gloss and airbrushed bandage dresses that always left a little bit too much to imagination as you pranced around with your sorority sisters — he knew that he would have you in every way fathomable. He was right.

By the evening of your third date, the sheer muslin fabric of your Dolce & Gabbana babydoll dress decorated the cool hardwood flooring of Rafes bedroom, the sound of your pornographic moans and his rough thrusts meeting the fat of your ass echoing through the expanse of the empty penthouse. Your worries upon the realization that Rafe did not, in fact, have a condom had since been fucked away, the meager protests spilling from your puffy pink lips replaced with dulcet whimpers that blew Rafes pupils wider than a line of cocaine ever had as he bit down on your left breast, his hips snapping against yours as relentless as ever. “Gonna put a baby in you, bunny,” He would growl into your flesh as he lifted your hips so his dick could reach the spongy part of your sex that had you seeing stars. “Y're mine. Never gonna go back to that stupid college, never gonna waste your good years chasin' after some damn degree.” You were so cock drunk, you could barely manage a simple response, moaning with depravity instead. You came four times before he finally tugged himself off of you, choosing to wrap one muscled arm around the small of your back as the other finds purchase between your thighs, reveling in the way that they trembled around his thick fingers that would mindlessly tease your glossy folds. “Can't believe y' let me hit it raw already,” he coos, taking depraved pleasure in the way tears glisten in your big dark eyes that stare up at him meekly even in the darkness. “You're mine now, bunny. Mine.”

Author's Note; omg i can't believe i actually published writing on here?? it lowk sucks but I've been reading for so long this is a huge step for me please be nice :,)

[stvrkeysgal]

✮⋆˙ becoming super needy and clingy during ovulation with rafe.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. cunnilingus (f. oral receiving), mentions of ovulation + being extremely 'needy', fingering, overstimulation.

cherie's note — ily c:

you'd been following him around the house like a shadow all afternoon — fingers brushing over his lap, soft whines slipping past your lips, pressing your body up against him at every opportunity. he hadn't said anything about it at first, just watched you with that curious little tilt of his head, that crooked grin plastered across his face. but after the third time you wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your cheek into the firm muscle of his back like a clingy little kitten, he couldn't find it in himself to ignore it anymore.

there was something wrong — seriously, wrong.

"baby," he muttered, blinking down at you. "what the fuck's going on with you?"

you shrugged, cheeks hot. you couldn't explain it — you just needed. every nerve in your body felt like it was under your skin and screaming for his. you rubbed your thighs together unconsciously, letting out soft whines and frustrated sighs.

you were too warm. too tight. too empty.

so you climbed into his lap without a word, straddling him like you were supposed to be there — like your entire body was aching for the drag of his cock against your cunt and you couldn't stand another second without it. you ground against the bulge in his sweats with a breathy, helpless moan.

you blinked down at him, pupils blown wide, lips wet from where you'd been biting them. "what do you mean?" you asked, like your aching cunt wasn't already soaking through your sleep shorts.

"you've been acting weird all day," he said, trying — failing — not to look down at where your tank top had slipped off your shoulder, showing the swell of your chest. he tried his best to ignore the way your nipples seemed to pebble under the fabric the further his hands moved against your hips, reacting dangerously to his touch. "horny as fuck. all over me."

you just blinked again, lips parting slightly, then leaned in close and dragged your tongue up the side of his throat like you were trying to mark him.

"you smell so good," you whispered, voice shaky. "i can't help it…"

he jerked back slightly, brows drawn tight. "okay, what?"

but you didn't answer. your mouth was already moving again — lips brushing his neck, teeth dragging down to his collarbone. you rolled your hips into him again, slow and filthy, a broken little moan slipping out as the pressure caught your swollen clit just right.

"i've been aching all fucking day, rafe." you breathed. "i can't stop thinking about your fingers in me. your tongue. i need it — i need you so bad."

his whole body went still, cock hardening instantly under you.

"jesus christ," he muttered, half-stunned, half-turned on. "you've been walking around the house like a cockdrunk little slut all day, and this is why?"

"feel how warm i am, baby," you whined, taking his hand and dragging it between your trembling legs. you pressed his palm against your soaked pussy, the thin fabric clinging to your folds. "i'm so fucking wet for you. i'd let you fuck me raw right now — i don't even care."

something in him snapped.

"you wanna act like a bitch in heat?" he challenged, rough hands dragging your shorts down your thighs. "i'll treat you like one"

you whimpered as the fabric peeled away from your soaked core, the cool air hitting your slick skin and making you tremble. his gaze dropped immediately — the mess you had made of yourself only inches from his wet mouth.

he yanked down your panties without warning, the fabric stuck between your folds, clinging from how wet you were, and he groaned as he pulled them off.

"jesus, baby," he laughed teasingly. you couldn't help it — your hips rocked up toward him, needy and instinctive, your plush thighs falling open wide like your body was begging to be used. your cunt was glistening, flushed and swollen, twitching under his stare. "you're dripping."

you were already so fucking close.

rafe's hands slid under your thighs, fingers curling in a firm, possessive grip as he dragged you to the edge of the couch. he didn't say anything at first — just stared.

"gonna ruin you," he muttered.

rafe buried his face between your soft thighs. he didn't start gentle. didn't tease. just buried his tongue between your slick folds and licked like he'd been starving for it — long, slow drags that sent jolts of heat down your spine, your body jerking in response. arousal dripped from you, messy and obscene, and he groaned into your cunt like he loved it.

and the sounds — oh god, the sounds were disgusting. wet and obscene, the kind of sucking and slurping that made your face go hot with shame, even as your body arched up into him.

your thighs twitched around his head, but he didn't let up — shoved them open wider and held them there like a punishment, tongue circling your clit in slow, cruel strokes.

and then his fingers — two of them — slipped inside of your soaked hole, and you whined.

"god, rafe—! please—"

"this what you wanted?" he rasped, voice muffled between your thighs. "walkin' around the house actin' like a needy little fuckdoll? you want me to stuff you full, baby? fill up this messy little cunt?"

you nodded frantically, face flushed, tears threatening behind your lashes. "y-yeah — fuck! please—"

he grinned against you.

"cum for me, sweet girl."

he didn't give you a choice. his mouth sealed over your clit, tongue lashing fast and precise while his fingers fucked into you deep and hard, curling just right, just right—

the sound of your moans bounce off all four walls, body shaking, thighs clamping tight around his head as you gushed around his fingers. your head dropped back, mouth falling open in a silent sob, whole body locking up as you rode it out.

and still, he didn't stop.

"rafe—rafe—too much!"

he growled into your cunt, "you said you didn't care, remember? begged me to fuck you raw. don't act shy now."

your second orgasm hit before the first had even finished — more intense, more desperate, blinding — your slick dripping down to the cushion below you, your body convulsing as each of your limbs twitched.

"gonna give you one more," he murmured against your clit, voice wrecked. "just one. want you cryin' when i finally fuck you."

[stvrkeysgal]

i will never shut up abt s2 rafe unfortunately

[stvrkeysgal]

we all are

feral because of a 31 year old man

[stvrkeysgal]

no man has ever babygirled the way drew babygirled as eugene

[stvrkeysgal]

ohh my gosh im so hungry i could eat drew starkey

[stvrkeysgal]

god i hate writers block sm 😭 i have so many othet works to finish but i can't do any of them

[stvrkeysgal]

drew starkey has a face crafted by angels themselves. i said what i said

[stvrkeysgal]

this is the type of face u go to war for