#ʚ♡ɞ ☁: elle’s dreams

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drugdealer!rafe x innocent!reader who gets all sleepy when rafe smears some special sugar on her gums

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— rafe’s eyes lit up as he saw you push your way through the bodies, determined to reach him before you got swept away in the crowd of party goers. he admired the way your hips swayed as you headed in his direction, the usual sweet smile on your face.

readjusting himself, he held an arm out for you, letting you fall into his arms. yawning, you rested your head on his shoulder, not caring for the numerous kook’s surrounding the table, staring at your boyfriend expectantly. it wasn’t anything new, you both attended whatever parties came up— he’d set up shop somewhere in the house, while you roamed and danced the night away.

he sighed, noticing the familiar look on your face— the ‘i’m tired’ look, followed by an adorable little pout, just about making him cave and whisk you home.

“c’mon kid, don’t fall asleep on me alright? jus’ a little bit longer yeah?” he’d ask so politely, tilting his head to meet your big eyes peering up at him. “m’so tired rafey” you muttered into his neck, eyes fluttering closed.

“c’mere, m’gonna give you a little bit to keep you up alright? give me half an hour and m’all yours” he cooed, lifting your weight onto his lap before fumbling around in his pockets— pulling out a little baggy.

watching him through groggy eyes, he dipped a slender finger into the packet, collecting a small amount of powder before turning his gaze back to you. “open your mouth f’me doll”

doing as you were told, you locked eyes with him, noticing the tug on his upper lip as he stuck his cocaine covered finger in your mouth, smoothing it over your gums. “there y’go, y’look so pretty when y’listen to me” he hummed, carelessly pressing a kiss to your temple while his other hand pulled you into his chest.

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— you mean to say, rafe cameron; the arrogant, conniving, borderline psychotic, kook prince that has everyone on the island, especially pogues, residing in fear of his next plot, scheme or even murder— has a soft spot?

and it’s a girl? a chatty, soft, smiley girl— who goes out of her way to please people, who would go to the ends of the earth for the people she loves, the one who skips around town, dressed in sweet skirts and summer dresses?

you can put your fucking money on it.

he’d stop at nothing to keep her happy, to keep that room-lighting smile on her face. — even if that meant cancelling plans the second tears fell from her glassy eyes.

rafe spun on his feet the second he heard your feet padding down the stairs, his focus on topper’s phone call dwindling by the second. and when his eyes met your tearful, bloodshot ones, he was already wracking his brains for an excuse. “shit, somethin’s come up top’ — i’ll text you later” he spoke, with little to no intention of texting topper later.

tossing his phone aside, he rushed towards you, hands snaking over your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest, pulling you into a deep hug. allowing you to cry for a moment, rafe’s brows knit together as he thought of anything and everything that could’ve possibly happened in the last fifteen minutes, when he’d last been upstairs with you.

“wha’s goin’ on doll?” he mumbled, pulling away slightly to lift your chin gently, stroking your skin as he held your jaw in his palm.

struggling to catch your breath, you frantically wiped at the flowing tears. “i— i don’t— don’t know rafe” you babbled, waving your hands vigorously in frustration.

“m’kay, alright— c’mere, hey— shh, s’okay” he cooed, leading you towards the lounge to lay you on the couch, immediately wrapping you in bundles of blankets.

“stay here alright? m’gonna get changed, n’d you can tell me about it yeah?” he hummed, stroking the tear soaked strands of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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You should do one where rafe is trying out different pet names on reader and reader is confused on who he’s talking to

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— humming along to the earworm that’s plagued your mind all day, you lay flat on the fluffy rug of your shared bedroom, skimming through jewellery magazines, mindlessly making notes of what you’d consider asking rafe for later— tannyhill was fairly quiet for a rainy day, with rafe in the other room taking phone call after phone call from investors.

“sweetheart” you’d thought you’d heard him call, yet carried on with your mental shopping, thinking nothing of it— much too focused on the beautiful silver bracelet under your eyes.

soon enough you could hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom, followed by a booming voice, laced with frustration. “y/n!” he’d yelled, causing you to jump in fright as he swung the door open.

the irritation washed away the second he met your now tearful eyes, regretting his impulsive reaction. “shit— baby, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” rafe cooed, rushing forwards to crouch down beside you. “why did you shout?” you whispered, bewildered by his shout— something particularly you, were not used to at all.

“i’m sorry doll, i called for you— and you didn’t answer, and works been hell today, and i just— i shouldn’t have shouted at you kid, im sorry, alright?” he sighed, carefully reaching out a gentle hand as though you would a hostile cat. instead, you rested your head in his open hand, allowing him to caress your cheek as the panic dissipated.

“you never call me sweetheart, i didn’t think you were talking to me— m’sorry rafe” you smiled sheepishly, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his palm.

“s’not your fault doll, i shouldn’t have shouted— let me make it up to you?”

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could you write a protective/dealer rafe fic where the reader either faints or gets badly injured infront of him pls? thank you so much <33

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— “m’serious doll, you gotta come get me next time, alright?” rafe sighed, the perplexed— frantic look still lingering in his glassy eyes as he stroked your cradled head. “m’sorry rafe” you frowned, eyes glassy and tearful. “no, no apologies, m’kay?”

nodding, you turned your gaze to the floor as he held you close to his chest. rafe mentally cursed himself, if only he hadn’t said he were busy earlier.

“rafey, d’you wanna watch a movie with me tonight?” you’d asked, doe eyes bright and hopeful— soon to be disappointed. “m’workin’ baby, i’ll come join later” he’d said, waving you off without a second thought— leaving you to your own devices, which he would sharp regret when his quiet time was interrupted by the overbearing sound of glass shattering in the kitchen.

you’d only gone and attempted to reach the popcorn bowl— which he’d mindlessly placed on the top shelf earlier that week.

his self-scolding thoughts were brushed away by your cries. “m’really sorry rafe” you sniffled, wiping away tears with the back of your hand, glancing around at the shards of thick glass cascaded across the floorboards. “stop that, alright? s’not your fault, jus’ need to remember to come get me— don’t matter how busy i am”

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someone requested this and now i can’t find it😓

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—“c’mon, we’re going fuckin’ home” he hissed through gritted teeth, vice grip on your arm with no sign of letting up as he pulled you away from the country club, huffing and puffing as you went. “but—“ you cried, only to be interrupted. “but fuckin’ what? hm? but fuckin’ nothin’”

tears flooded your waterline as you neared the car, or more so, we’re dragged towards it. he refused to look at you, knowing the exact look on your face— the one that would make him give in within mere seconds, and he didn’t want to give in. you’d pissed him off, big time. whining and pestering him all day, talking back, making snappy little comments under your breath, and he’d absolutely had enough.

before you knew, you were being pushed into the passenger seat, the door slamming beside you before he hopped in the drivers and buckled your belt, eyes still avoiding your own. “rafe—“ you started hesitantly, pulling your lip between your teeth.

when you received nothing back, not even a huff of acknowledgment, you reached out carefully, trailing your manicured hand along his arm. “m’sorry baby”

sighing, his knuckles relaxed slightly, returning to their usual colour. “no you’re not”

“i am! i am sorry!” you squeaked, edging further beside him, eager for his responses. you flinched when his hand flew toward you, pushing you back into your seat as the car came to a harsh stop. “the fucks’ gotten into you then? actin’ like a fuckin’ child all day” he groaned, tilting his head in anticipation for your answer.

dropping your gaze, your lip wobbled as you played with your hands— only irritating him further. clasping a hand over both of yours, he held them still. “m’talkin’ to you”

“jus’— jus’ wanted some attention, you’ve been talkin’ to everyone but me today” you frowned, picking your head up to face him, eyes wide and tearful.

“you know what good girls do when they want attention? they ask, they don’t nag n’d give me attitude all day” he stated, his firm tone causing your lips to quiver once again.

“you wanna be good f’me? huh?” he poked, tilting your chin up with his fingers. you nodded, lashes fluttering as you enjoyed the warm of his measly touch.

“get in the back”

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Hello! Could you write something where reader and rafe are together for a while and completely obsessed with each other.. one day someone new to the island makes a negative comment about them and rafe hears about it

got a couple hurt/comfort requests so here u go xxx

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— laughter and embers from the log fire filled the air, comfortable sounds of waves crashing mixed with chatter, from everyone, from all sides of the island could be heard. and it made your heart swell.

but not nearly as much as the sight of your ever so gloomy boyfriend smiling; that’s right ladies and gentleman, rafe cameron had a smile on his face, a rare sight to behold. and it only made yours bigger, so much so that your cheeks hurt.

you sat comfortably on his lap, strong arms keeping you in places while he conversed with the other kooks, occasionally pressing the odd kiss to your shoulder, until you excused yourself. “m’gonna get another drink, want one?” you cooed, raking your manicured nails through the tiny growth of his buzzed hair. “m’all good kid, hold on— i’ll come with you”

after a minor dispute, nothing harmful, just his usual protectiveness kicking in, he finally agreed to let you go alone, seeing as it was ‘only over there’ you’d whined. you were a big girl, you could do things by yourself.

and you did, and yet, you’d come back sniffling. “hey—hey! c’mere, what’s wrong?” rafe almost shouted, heart beating at the sight of you, mascara smeared around your under eyes, nose red from running. shaking your head, you snuggled into his chest, desperately avoiding his prying gaze, yet only managed to draw more attention. “use your words alright? can’t help if i don’t know what’s going on kid” he sighed, pulling you from his chest and taking your chin in his hand.

“c-called me a stuck up bitch” you spluttered, struggling to catch your breath while rafe’s caught in his throat. it was like a switch, something going off in his mind as the words left your mouth. “who? tell me who angel”

“jj— he stopped me at the drinks bar”

“maybank, course it was fuckin’ maybank” he muttered, hands squeezing your face scarily tight, causing you to wince. “shit, m’sorry kid” he hummed, pressing a hard kiss to your chin before standing up, placing you in his warmed seat. “top— c’mon man, kelce— you keep an eye on her, alright?” he instructed, eyes avoiding your tearful gaze, not wanting your sweet little pout to distract him from what was about to go down.

“no—no rafe! please, jus’ sit with me, s’fine” you cried out, reaching for his arm as he began pulling away. turning back round, he knelt to your level— taking your face between his palms.

“listen angel, i love you— i really do, and that’s why he can’t get away with this, m’kay?”

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i need me some jealous reader over rafe

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— rafe’s chuckle only frustrated you further as you clung to his bicep, surely leaving crescent indents as your grip tightened every time you noticed her looking.

you were supposed to have a good night; you, rafe and a couple of his friends— having a few drinks at the country club. and you were, until you spotted a girl ogling rafe, sultry eyes desperate to connect with his as she giggled to her surrounding friends.

you weren’t worried, you knew for a fact rafe would never— but he was also yours, and you needed to make that clear.

“shit kid, tryin’ to claw your way inside or somethin’?” he grimaced, making you loosen your grip. “sorry” you murmured, rubbing a gentle thumb over the marks you’d left. he tilted his head, brows knitted together as he watched you carefully— following your moody glare to that table of girls. as if he read your mind, which he almost could at this point— having examined and analysed every single expression over the course of your relationship, he nudged you slightly to draw your attention back to him. “ain’t nothin’ to worry about kid”

glancing back once more, you eyed her as she took a sip of her drink, her gaze not faltering once.

“rafe— if you don’t kiss me right fuckin’ now” you hissed, peering up at him challengingly. he was quick to match your energy, swiftly grabbing your jaw, jerking you closer to his face. “or what?” he smirked, eyes darkening as he tilted his head, eyebrows raised.

pouting your glossy lips, you pulled back, attempting to get out of his grasp, his words only irritating you further. and yet— in classic rafe fashion, he only tightened his hold, pulling you closer than before. “you want a show doll? i’ll give you a fuckin’ show”

releasing your jaw, he snakes his hand round to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pulled— before leaning down to meet your lips.

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dealer!rafe would be soooo pervy towards an innocent reader 😏😏 want to write this as a full fic desperately but i’m trying to get through blurbs so i’m sending you the idea to hold me over😋😋

your wish is my command beautiful. (you better tag me in that full fic when you post it or i’ll send you divorce papers)

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— the second that man laid eyes on you at one of his infamous tannyhill parties, mini skirt clinging to your eyes for dear life, eyes wide, lips plump and glossed, he absolutely had to know you— and know you he did.

rafe cameron; big bad rafe, spent the next couple months doing everything to be around you, savouring every bounce of your tits as you skipped towards him, buying you ice lollies just to ogle you as the juice dropped down your chin, wiping it off your lips with his thumb.

he’d invite you to every party, keeping you on his arm, giving you endless amounts of cocaine as long as he was the one rubbing it on your gums. “c’mere doll” he’d hum, hoisting you on his lap for everyone to see— you were untouchable, and you had no idea.

not a single piece of the puzzle was connecting for you, he was just your friend; your overly touchy, borderline creepy friend. “don’t say that! he’s just a nice guy!” you’d whine whenever it was brought up, whether you simply didn’t believe it, or just didn’t want to believe your so called friend had less than kind intentions, you didn’t know.

not only did he invite you to every party, he’d invite you everywhere— meetings with barry, days out on the boat, the country club.

he’d boast about his experiences with you, well— the ones he’d made up in his head. “you fucked her yet man?” topper would ask, raising a brow. “pfft— have i fucked her? chick might as well buy a leash for my cock, doesn’t let it outta her sight” he’d lie, signature smirk plastered on his face as he salivated at the though, planning and scheming just how he was going to make his words true.

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bsf!rafe x reader whose tricked into sucking his cock every time he does anything for her-

Ike drive her around, buy her things, etc and she’s completely oblivious and he LOVES IT

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— “hi rafey!” you beamed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he smirked at you from the drivers seat. “hey princess— you good to go?” rafe asked, giving your bare thigh a firm squeeze whilst you buckled your seatbelt.

this had become a weekly occurrence— rafe takes you shopping, you get to spend time with him, he gets whatever he wants out of it. in your pretty little head, it was a win win situation. yet, your friends didn’t see it like that. ‘you’re telling me he buys you things in order to use you? is that what you’re saying right now y/n?’ — ‘he’s not using me! he’s my bestfriend he would never do that!’

— “right kid, where d’you want dropped off?” he replied, readjusting himself as he watched you fuss about the shopping bags, making your tits prominent as you leaned over the seat to keep the bags out of your way. “oh, just my house” you smiled, all glossy lips and bright eyes.

the car ride was comfortably quiet, with little communication other than the odd squeeze of your thigh.

“m’gonna pull over here, usual spot yeah?” he queried, not actually bothering to look for you for confirmation, until you protested. “aw, but rafe i don’t want to ruin my lipgloss again!” you frowned, giving him your best pout. — putting the car until park, he reached over you, undoing your seatbelt. “i just bought you a new one doll, you wouldn’t want to be ungrateful, would you?” he stated, the same condescending tone that went right over your head, just like always. pulling a frown from you, you quickly readjusted, giving yourself easier access to start undoing his belt.

“no, of course not— m’sorry” you whined, peering up at him through your lashes as you freed his painfully hard cock from his shorts, earning a hiss from him.

placing your manicured hand around the base, you worked at the tip— pressing soft kisses and kitten licks.

“don’t be a fuckin’ tease kid” he groaned, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he stuffed the rest of his cock as far as it would go, causing you to whimper as your eyes watered.

“thas’ a good fuckin’ girl right there, doin’ so well f’me”

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hiii!!! can you please do dealer!rafe x cutesie reader and like when he's tipsy after going to a party with her, he just gets like super needy like actually soooo needy and whiny and she's like ??? but helps him out anyway.

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— “c’mon rafey, need to get you to bed” you huffed, attempting to catch your breath— which turned out to be useless when a ridiculously tall, overbearing man put his weight on your shoulders. toned arm slung around your neck, rafe chuckled to himself as you guided him up the stairs, having been dropped off by an uber much earlier than you were expecting him.

“m’such a lucky man, got’chu all to myself— all the time” he sang, leaning in to press a sloppy kiss on your forehead. “so, so beautiful doll”

blushing, you smiled at him as he dragged an arm along the wall, stumbling recklessly towards your shared bedroom.

looking after a rather drunk rafe was nothing if not a challenge— or an extreme sport. “night night rafey” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder as he dozed off beside you, a protective arm thrown across you as always.

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hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!

yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)

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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.

“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.

it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.

taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”

your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”

— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.

“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.

“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”

“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”

his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”

swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.

“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.

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— freshly manicured feet padded against the floorboards as you neared his office, extra careful to avoid the squeaky ones, hesitant to disrupted the quiet taps of rafe’s fingers against his laptop. as though you were your own worst enemy, you winced, losing your balance — heel driving directly into one of the few boards that was known to creek.

“thought you went to bed kid” he muttered, eyes refusing to withdraw from his screen whilst his lips pulled together in focus. despite his distant mumbles, you followed through, head poking around the door with a meek expression, pushing him to relent.

your eyes gleamed as his pulled away from his work —finally. “m’busy doll, wha’s up” he sighed, allowing his shoulders to relax into the cushioned chair for the first time that day. taking his sudden ease as an invitation, your tip-toes turned into skips, quickly finding your self stood between his legs as he gazed up at you. “jus’ missed you rafey, haven’t seen you much t’day” you all but pleaded, yearn laced in your words.

a condescending snort left you frowning as your fingers toyed with the hem of your fluffy robe. “s’that right?” he smirked, snaking an arm around your bare thigh before pulling you closer effortlessly. “mhm”

“c’mere, m’almost done” he assured as he adjusted himself on the seat, allowing you to slot your knees in beside him. “good girl, won’t be long, alright kid?” he huffed, pressing a gentle peck to your neck as you nuzzled into his, nodding softly as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

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omg !! rate (dealer or not i don't mind !!) spoiling reader after she's had a tough n emotional week :( projecting rn !! ilysm and ur writing is amazing !!

so sorry it’s so late! i’ve only just started properly writing again :( love ya

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— “y’okay kid?” a gruff mutter echoed from outside the bathroom as you lay still, eyes so focused yet so withdrawn as you watched the way your fingers floated in the now lukewarm bath rafe had run earlier. huffing meekly in agreement, you listened intently as his footsteps shifted, lingering for a moment. “be back soon, alright doll?” he called once more, secretly wishing for more than a distant sigh. “m’kay” you whispered, resting your head back against the cool tile.

rafe cameron was many things but never a liar, well — never to you at least. he said he’d be back soon, and back soon he was. yet, it felt like hours till you heard the familiar sound of his heavy footsteps, alongside a not so familiar rustling.

you saw it coming, the stuff knocks on the bathroom door once again, that didn’t mean you were pleased to hear them. the thought of getting out, or even just moving was exhausting, especially after such a long week, or the week of hell as you’d named it earlier, earning a sympathetic chuckle from your love as he adjusted himself in the drivers seat, ready and waiting to pick you up from work.

“c’mon darlin’ you gotta get out now, waters cold” he stated firmly, much unlike his earlier pleas. “m’coming” you huffed. “i’ma leave you to it, meet me downstairs”

it wasn’t uncommon for rafe to be so matter of fact with you anymore, he’d sharp learned that pleas and coaxing does nothing for you, never as beneficial as simply telling you.

patting the last layer of your skincare into your face, you turned slowly to open the bathroom door, eyes widening as quickly as the could as you took in the arrangement on your shared bed — tulips, pink ones specifically, chocolates, all splayed out beautifully, laid carefully beside — a teddy bear?

“rafe?” you queried, feet padding against the cold floor, pace much quicker — bouncier even now that you’d festered for a couple of hours, recharging. “yeah doll?” he hummed from the lounge, throwing his head back over the couch to look at you, lips quick to turn upwards as he noticed the new plush hanging from your grasp. “another one?” you beamed, quickly rounding the cushioned chair, all but diving into his lap — in which he was quick to catch you, placing numerous soft kisses to your freshly combed hair.

“s’nothin, just remembered you said you needed an new addition, n’you’ve had a shit week, jus’ thought it might help..” he spoke, slender fingers raking through your hair as you lay in his lap, glossy lips and glassy eyes peering up at him as though he’d gifted you the moon.

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Dealer Rafe x dumb crybaby bimbo reader Where the readers just like a casual hook up to rafe, but she doesn’t understand that’s all she is. So she’s get all upset and cry’s to rafe asking why she can’t be around him all the time.

(This could also be easier if one of them is already in a relationship and that why they can’t be together all the time and can only hook up)

Sorry sweetheart I know this is a long request.

i imagine this isn’t quite what you wanted, but i simply couldn’t handle rafe not being that into me.

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— “what aren’t you getting kid? w’hooked up a couple times, end of” he sneered, patience wearing thin as your meek sniffles echoed through the phone. “no! no rafe! you told me to call you if i needed you!” you pleaded, chipped and bitten nails tapping anxiously against your phone case. “yeah, for coke. not whenever you needed to get off, jesus” rafe sighed, wiping his forehead in exasperation, desperate to get off the phone.

he didn’t understand it himself, his unwillingness to simply end the call, block your number, it wasn’t like him. he had a lengthy list of blocked contacts, and usually never struggled to add to it— but not you, there was something about you that had him relenting. whether it was the hold he had on you, causing an eagerness to please he’d never experienced before, or simply just your pretty tits, he didn’t know.

what he did know, was that he was rafe cameron, the rafe cameron. there was no chance he was going to let himself be tied down so soon, he’d barely relished in the lifestyle of the islands most popular supplier before he met you, and he couldn’t let you get in the way of that.

after some back and forth, you’d told yourself one last plea, your last straw of dignity before you gave up. “please rafe! i just— i just need you! jus’ one last time rafey, please” you cried, pulling a lip between your teeth as your fingers crossed.

a final huff of air left his nose as he chucked his head back, internally cringing at your begs. he almost felt bad for letting this go on so long, he should’ve shut it down a while ago, it wasn’t fair. “fine, one last time. m’serious kid, alright?”

that definitely wasn’t the last time.

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can i pls see gun kink thoughts with rafe. real coked out and crazy, choking u with the barrel 😋

is this deranged ? probs? love u the mostest!!

it is deranged. but i also fucking love it. so maybe we are deranged. i adore u — also, i unfortunately get off on edging you mf’s so please don’t hate me when it cuts off.

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— “y’think you’re the boss huh? parading yourself around in those little skirts? infront of my friends?” he spat, grip tight on your jaw, forcing your eyes on him. you attempted to shake your head, yet winced as his hold only got firmer.

rafe pushed you backwards as he let go of your cheeks, leaving you to land on the couch. your glassy eyes followed him as he paced the room— eyes frantic, pupils blown; the obvious reasoning for his unreasonable reaction to you and your usual attire.

“the fuck am i gonna do with you?” he muttered, running a hand over his buzzed head. his eyes fell on the bottom drawer of the television cabinet, causing him to stop still while his glare fell back towards you. “c’mere” he ordered, voice low and raspy as his hand beckoned you over lazily.

eager to please him, you found yourself under rafe’s sadistic gaze once more. “rafe i’m—“

“do you trust me?” he interrupted, words harsh and laced with mixed emotion. you weren’t sure what he wanted to hear, especially not when he’s like this. opting for the obvious— you nodded eagerly, peering up at him, yet frowned as he stepped passed. you watched intently as his hand dipped into the drawer, pulling out a familiar piece of heavy metal. “knees, now”

doing as you’re told, you lowered yourself in front of him, as well as your gaze— ashamed of the wetness growing between your thighs. “you’re gonna show me jus’ how much you respect me” he smirked, turning round fully to present his idea.

peering up at him, you felt your core ache for it. it was wrong— so wrong in so many ways, and yet you wanted to completely surrender to him. pulling a plump lip between your teeth, you nodded— readjusting yourself in preparation.

“tha’s it— you want me to teach y’some respect kid?” he chuckled, feeling a complete lack of surprise at your willingness. “yes”

“yes what?” he sneered, toying with the gun. you watched as his slender fingers worked the metal so carelessly— fiddling with the safety. falling into such admiration, you almost didn’t realise the light slap that blushed it’s way across your cheek. “hey— speak when spoken to kid”

“i— yes, yes sir” you whimpered.

“y’shouldn’t trust me, y’know. who knows, might blow your pretty little brains out all over the rug” he hummed, dragging the barrel of the cool metal down your cheek, tauntingly. “open your mouth for me doll”

[cal-flakes]

dealer!rafe and barry little sister (shes 18 or 19 you can pick) and shes always there when rafe goes to get his supply either sleeping on one of the couches or in the kitchen :(((

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— “mornin’ princess” you teased, pushing the caravan door open to let him. “afternoon to you too doll” rafe chuckled, following you inside, watching shamelessly as you rounded the small breakfast bar. “nah man, back up off my sister a’ight?” barry called from his room, pulling a laugh from the two of you.

it had becoming a thing between you and rafe, working as a pair to piss off your beloved brother, oblivious to one another’s developing feelings.

“haven’t touch her dude, y’might have to pull her off of me though” rafe called back, sly smirk settling on his face as he made himself comfortable on the couch. “you wish country club— y’want anythin? m’making pancakes for breakfast”

“it’s four in the afternoon sweetheart, you mean dinner?” he corrected, arrogant brows raised. with a roll of your eyes, you flipped him off before turning your back on him, throwing the used dishes into the sink.

you held back a giggle as you felt his eyes on you, or more so— your flimsy pajamas, covering very little.

emerging from his room, barry glanced at you before shaking his head. “wha’s that look for?” you challenged. “thought i told you t’stop dressing like that in front of my friend huh?”

“whatever, asshole” you muttered, disappearing into your room with your plate, kicking the door shut behind you aggressively. “can’t say i mind the view” rafe hummed, earning the same look.