#obx drabble

[vviolets444rroses]

— bf!rafe gets the silent treatment ✧.*

at the end of every month, the cameron family hosted a small dinner at their house on figure eight. it was just their thing, in consideration of all of their busy schedules… and being rafe’s girlfriend, you were always invited. you loved his family and they loved you. it was a pleasure to be there every time.

except tomorrow's wouldn't be.

you were furious with your boyfriend.

how many times have you told rafe over and over to leave the damned pogues alone? last night, all you wanted was for him to pick up food, so why did he come home with bruised knuckles and a bloody busted lip? and no food? why did he have to be so impulsive when it came to them? it was childish, it was tiring, and you were over it. in response, he's been on silent treatment since then.

the following night— dinner night with the camerons…

as the two of you got ready in your room, he could tell you were still very, very upset with how last night ended. the way you aggressively patted your face with powder spoke volumes.

sliding into your dress, you realize you’re not going to be able to zip the back alone. but you- oh you are stubborn. could you have asked rafe? yes. were you going to? noooo, of course not.

you twist and you turn your arms to reach the back, attempting to do it on your own. you didn't even want to go to dinner at this point. “stupid fucking zipper.” you mutter, catching your boyfriend’s attention as he clicks on his shiny watch. he continues to watch you struggle and curse under your breath.

should i help her? nah, nah... fuck, she'll bite my head off. oh, forget it, i know she'll get more pissed the more she tries it. he thinks to himself.

he calls out your name, just to see if you’d respond. nothing. he tries again. “i- baby, let me help you.”

“no.” you shoot a cold glare, then return to the zipper you couldn’t even get up halfway.

“come on let me do it.” he walks over and gently moves your hands away. you huff as you reluctantly give in and let him zip it. “there…” you hear the zipper make its way to the top and he smiles as he hears you sigh with relief.

“thanks.” you grumble, fixing your hair in the mirror and smoothing out wrinkles in the dress. he stands behind you, his rough hands lingering carefully. "let's talk, yeah?" he watches your eyes flicker up at his, thinking about it fully before deciding.

it was a face he's seen one too many times before. a face that seemed to always let rafe back in. a face that he loved but hated to hurt- but always did.

his sweet, forgiving girl.

you nod.

"i'm sorry, angel. i am, i really am. you never even really let me explain what happened last night and-" "that matters?!" you cut him off. "i just want you to stop coming to me all banged up, because i care about you. i wish you'd just get over yourself and leave shit alone. it's immature." you pull away and go to sit on the edge of the bed. you try to get into your heels but struggle again. he watches you carefully, going over what you said to him in a loop. he kneels before you and slips the heels onto your feet. rafe slowly meets your eyes and sighs, "you're right. i suck, i should grow up. i don't mean to make you worry. i am so sorry. promise i'll try to be better. please angel." gosh, the way he looks at you. a sad, hopeful puppy look. how can you deny him when he gives you that? you stick out your pinky, to which he chuckles at and nods and sticks out his. your pinkies interlock and you both kiss your thumbs with small, growing smiles. "thank you." you mumble when you let go. "that's my girl." "now hurry baby, i heard my dad made that pasta you like for dinner." he helps you up, just to press a fat kiss into your cheek and hug you tight. oh, how he missed your smell and touch. yeah, rafe's an asshole— but he's your asshole. just not to you, duh.

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a/n: i literally finished this shit at 6am. did not even realize it was this time until i looked up at the sky was turning blue again thru my window. ANYWAY.

how'd i do :P !! this is supposed to be s1 rafe, but like is it canon to how he acts? no. idc tho cs this ma babaaaa. i think it's okay considering i haven't written in a while.

[rafeysbunny]

brother's bsf!rafe popping your cherry

there is absolutely nothing that rafe craves more than to fuck you, his best friend's little sister. he knows it is wrong, but he can't help himself when you're so fucking pretty, always wandering around in those cute little skirts and tops you like to wear, round tits almost spilling out of the thin fabric.

god, he's so obsessed with you.

you're always in his mind, all the fucking time, the thought of you haunting him every night when he goes to bed. and every single one of those nights, he ends up jerking off at the thought of you, like a bloody perv, to be able to finally fall asleep.

he knows topper'd kill him if he ever finds out about his massive crush on his baby sister, but that fact doesn't stop him from getting you alone in your guest bathroom as soon as the alcohol knocks your brother out cold on the couch. and now he has your gorgeous body pinned against the sink, the party still in full swing outside in your house while you two sloppily make out.

he's hard as a rock inside his slacks just by kissing you, the taste of your cherry chapstick lingering in your plump lips, as if you weren't just sweet enough already. it doesn't help his case the way you're whimpering so prettily into his mouth, your body arching against his as he grips your hips tightly, which has the silky fabric of your skirt all crumpled.

he tears his lips away from yours, panting heavily as he stares down at you with pure lust in his eyes. "fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful..." he reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "listen to me, baby."

you hum dumbly in response, not really paying attention to what he's saying, you just want his lips back on yours so, so bad. your small hands fist his expensive polo, bambi eyes staring shamelessly at his mouth as you watch him talk; his words not really registering.

"hey. hey, sweetheart, eyes up here..." he taps your chin with his finger. "i need you to tell me that you want this too, a'right?"

your dazed eyes dart up to meet his blue ones while you nod obediently, your thick, long lashes fluttering in his direction. "i want it, rafe," you mutter softly, pretty voice filling in the silence of the bathroom.

his eyes darken, pupils dilating when he hears the words he's been longing to hear for months now and the intensity of his gaze makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. "that's a good girl..."

before you know it, he has you bent over the countertop, skirt pulled up 'round your waist as he fucks your pussy with his thick fingers to stretch you out. you've got the tightest cunt he's ever put his digits into, which has his cock throbbing painfully in anticipation.

despite how bad he needs to sink into you, he forces himself to give you at least one orgasm with his fingers before he yanks his pants down and slowly pushes his dick inside your sopping hole, the feeling almost too good to be real. he thrusts into you one time, two, then three, your pussy squelching lewdly around him, and his whole body feels on fire.

is this what heaven feels like? yeah, it probably is.

he'd fuck you dumb, big hand shoving your pretty face against the cool marble as he pounds your pussy into oblivion until you're creaming all over his dick, flushed cheeks stained with tears.

"such a good girl f’me," he praises as he pulls out to finish on your plush ass, thick ropes of cum painting your smooth flesh.

more.

[bradshawed]

Missing You

summary — you’re all that’s on his mind as he gets ready for the event

warnings — fem!reader, fluff, anxiety, slight implied smut

note — dedicated to my wife ( @dearapril ), something soft & cute like u my angel <3

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Your husband smiled softly at your sleeping form, your pretty fingers poking out from the blanket burrito you’d bundled yourself in the night before. He chuckled to himself as he expertly tied his tie, remembering how you’d refused to share a single blanket with him from your mound.

Straightening his collar in the floor length mirror, he glanced back at you, mentally reminding himself to mess up his tie on his way home (he liked playing dumb so you’d do his tie for him, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration everytime, cute, the perfect spot for him to place a kiss between).

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before padding downstairs to put his shoes on.

Rafe exhaled a shaky breath as he shut the door behind him, he’d never been to an event without you since you’d started dating so this truly scared the shit out of him. If it were up to Rafe, you’d both be a mess of limbs by now, lost under your weighted blanket. But, unfortunately, you were ill and he couldn’t worm his way out of this one.

As he drove, he hummed the latest song you’d been obsessed with, reminded of all the times you sang in the car and your voice became more and more breathier as he slipped his hand under your dress. God he missed you.

The blonde twisted his golden band anxiously, stepping into the ball.

[sunniepoo]

plsplspls more mean and icky stepbro!rafe x innocent/pure!reader 🙏 i lovee the way u write him 💕💕

maybe something like stebro!rafe teaching r how to kiss n get herself off n all that orr maybe sleepy sex <3

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“ngh-uh” you pant, body restless as your fingers sloppily slip in and out of your dripping cunt. you’ve never felt like this, never felt so desperate; so unexplainably horny

you hadn’t expected the whine that left your mouth to come at the high volume that it did, but you were just so frustrated; your fingers weren’t hitting that one spot you craved them to. when all your friends said they did this , you expected it would be easy, not like this

all your thoughts were interrupted as a harsh knock on the door followed by the booming voice of rafe caused you to scramble, finding a spare top and shorts to chuck on before answering

“jesuuus christ open the door already” the older blonde shouts, pounding the door aggressively

you rush and open the door slightly to reveal the frame of a shirtless, messy haired rafe - you could see the slight pop of the veins in his arms and most importantly the bulge in his pants. “what’s taking you so long” you couldn’t miss the slight smirk and teasing tone coating his voice “hm?” he questions again

“uh-j-just” the natural panic was evident in your eyes as they widened and your eyebrow raised like a deer caught in headlights “ just tired”

you couldn’t help the groan that comes out as he enters your room. “raaafe” your whine to stop him falls on deaf ears as he sits on your bed. “please leave” you huff out, just desperate to get back to working your pussy away and get the release you’ve been dying for; he was ruining everything

“c’mon sit” the older cameron pats of his lap, calling you over as if you were his little puppy “raafe please go” you would’ve typically never gave this much attitude to the brooding male, him acknowledging your presence was a once in a lifetime thing

“don’t make me repeat myself” despite his menacing tone his gaze was enchanting, you’ve never understood how someone so beautiful could be so cruel at times.

with a couple of huffs and puffs you find yourself making your way over to the tall blond, making yourself home at one of his legs as the large surface of his palm guided you onto him.you had to bite back the whimper that threatened to leave your mouth as your clit rubbed against the front of his leg

it was confusing to say the least - why was he being so nice? but you were just a girl and it was so so so tempting to just lean back into the chest of the older cameron , letting his warmth fill you

you could feel his warm breath fall up on your shoulders, tingling the bottom of your ears “w-what are you doing here” you finally breathe out, finding it impossibly hard to not just rub against his leg

“just wanted to let you know that our rooms are right next to each other” he whispers, it was so oddly sensual and it couldn’t help but make your poor little pussy clench and pulse around nothing. it made your head tumble you shouldn’t feel this way about him; not your new big brother

“i already know tha-” you start but are interrupted by the boy beneath you, eyes looking at you intently while his fingers dance along your waist

“and the walls aren’t as thick as you think, so you know i hear everything”

oh!

you were speechless - quite literally, you opened your mouth to say something and nothing but a small squeak came out and before you know it tears were welling up and your eyes as you were starting to breakdown

“hey hey hey” he rushes to speak, rubbing a what was meant to be soothing arm across the sides of you but only causes you to hide in shame “don’t stress… i came here to tell you that i can y’know help” his fingers making their way down to your thighs, sliding up to cup your pussy “just some lessons”

“what” you didn’t expect your words to come out so harshly, as you look at him with wide curious eyes - could he really?

and that’s how you found yourself legs spread open, with rafe cameron fingers rubbing on your sensitive little clit, one finger slipping into your cunt reaching oh so deep. they had turned less into lesson but more into your older stepbrother straight up fingering you in your bed

“oooooh” you moan out, his finger knuckle deep in your needy little pussy hitting places you couldn’t even imagine “feels so ngh- good” he couldn’t help but stick another finger into your wet cunt watching your head go to complete bliss as it clenches desperately around the length of his fingers while he gently pistons them in and out

“could make you feel like this all the time” he breathes out, his own hard on grinding against the plump of your ass “little sluts like you love it”

the coarse whine that left your mouth signalled your upset as you looked at him wide eyed with your lips pouting. the breathy laugh that leaves him is followed by a soft kiss to the tops of your head “s’kay you’re my little slut”

“i-i ngh- don’t think” you could barely make out words as his fingers speed up to an impossibly fast pace, the coil in your stomach was starting to loosen and oh it felt so good! “w-we should do this agai-” the moan that left your mouth was almost pornographic, heaving loudly as his thumb goes to harshly rub on your clit

“hm and why is that” he teases increasing his pace and pressure, hitting all the right spots - this was so so wrong

“you’re family; you’re my stepbrother” you felt yourself finally get closer, like that ache was finally going to be cured- he must’ve had magic in his fingers with the way he was making you feel

and just as that coil in your stomach was about to unfold, he stops and even with your grinding against him and the endless whimpers he doesn’t continue

“why did you stop?” the question comes out a lot more pathetic than you expected, “well you said it, we shouldn’t be doing this, so i guess i’ll just g-” despite his words he makes no efforts to leave but that doesn’t stop your from whining and holding him tightly

“no no no…. i didn’t mean it” you admit, voice all weak and needy - all you want-no needed was him to fuck you with his fingers all messy and mean, there was no point in trying to hide it

“that’s my girl” the soft kiss is a stark contrast to the rough and nasty pistoning of his fingers, messing up your poor cunt but bringing you closer to your high

“yes yes yes” you thanked god that no one was home tonight as the loud moan left your mouth as your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers, your high washing over you - leaving you putty in his arms

maybe rafe wasn’t so mean after all

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[nemesyaaa]

get in, loser || simp!classmate!rafe x mean!popular!reader

summary : admiration ? too light. obssession ? not enough. devotion ? perfect treatment.

warnings : +18 content. minors dni. smut. oral. sub!rafe (boy toy). act of devotion. public masturbation. p in v. verbal humiliation. lollipop. facesitting. mean girls. a lot of teasing. fingers sucking. a bit of cum eating. be aware of the warnings before reading. very pink content, i'm sorry.

author's note : i just wanted to write another thing about them...this is highly depraved.

you never had a boyfriend and you’ve never wanted one because you didn’t know how it would serve you. you already had everything, you didn't need a man by your side to be the center of attention. you were the perfect replica of the mean girls from the cult films of the 2000s. you could just as easily be a Regina George or a Jennifer Check. the world revolved around you, which meant that without you, everything fell apart.

and above all you didn't need a boyfriend because you had a boy toy now. rafe cameron. he was so obedient and docile, well he was especially so because you were a good mistress.

he didn't listen to you because he was afraid of you, but because he would do anything for you. he lived by your rules and your principles.

and today you wanted to have fun. it was the last day of school before the weekend and you were wearing one of his favorite t-shirts, a white tank that allowed him to see the size of your boobs and your perked nipples through the clothing. but above all, you didn't wear a bra so they swayed in slow motion with each of your steps. the way they were slowly bouncing simultaneously pressed together in the fabric while you walked towards him, phone in hand.

you wore a plump gloss which gave volume to your lips, but above all which made your mouth so luscious and shiny.

when you sat next to him, he shifted slightly but mostly stared at you because it wasn't usual. you were always near your girlfriends, you always took care to ignore him in class and even in public. you loved playing with his feelings. as a bitch, you were good at this.

you loved laughing with your girlfriends watching him while knowing he would feel miserable and pathetic because he would never know if it was him you were talking about. you loved getting him hard before going to class just to see him squirm in his chair, and be unable to form two sentences in front of the teacher without stammering. but above all, you loved being cruel, pretending through messages that you were going to touch him, suck him, drive him crazy to finally change your mind in front of him. “oh really? when did i say that? you know, i'm very confused. "

"o-on...by message..."

"are you saying i'm a liar, cameron?" you approached him threateningly, your eyebrows furrowed and your pout upset, forcing him to step back because your heels kicked on the ground was quietly intimidating. “oh you're gonna cry, stupid ? "

he softened himself, thinking that you will be kind to him. his shoulders slumped and he swallowed hard. you slid your mouth next to his ear. “you should, loser. ”

his eyes were in tears as you were playing your favorite game — bully him. sometimes you could be such a whore. but you were also terribly hot and he hated as much as he loved the effect you had on him.

you bust out laughing, before running a hand through his hair to gently pat his head. “I was kidding. don't be mad at me...or let me do something for you..." you pushed his hand into your panties. “do your job. and you better do it well. ”

he shaked his head vividly, as you could feel his fingers making their way to your pussy. he loved being inside you so much, even if it was just his hand. but sometimes you managed to make him so sick because you purposely didn't whine just to make him frustrated. you watched him exhaust himself with a puppy glaze, his completely soaked fingers thrusting in and out, fucking you deep, pooling your own wetness out of your cunt while fingering you. “h-he…lp…” he pleaded, his own saliva running down his chin.

and you stood there with your lips sealed while he moaned against the side of your face because it felt so good. but it was also hard for you to contain all the spasms and pleasure that was coursing through your body. you were forced to control yourself, to not show anything while his fingertips moved back and forth inside your walls, slamming down your canal. his cock was so hard in his pants. it was terribly painful at this point. and you didn't care. all that frustration you inflicted on him, he took it out on the sex doll in his room. all the cum you didn't let him implode was going to be released in this girl's pussy.

today, you sat next to him, placing your bag noisily on his table.

“I thought you didn’t want us to be seen together. " he commented.

" oh don't worry. I told my friends I was doing charity today. " you replied.

class had started and you had a lollipop in your mouth for a few minutes. and you knew very well that Rafe was unable to concentrate on what the teacher was saying when you were sucking that shit so close to him, with your sticky tongue latched on over the candy. you were making discreet but obscene noises. it was a classic cherry lollipop.

his cheeks had heated. you twisted your tongue around the candy, playing with it a little.

your muscle curled around the lollipop like you did so well around his cock, a few dripping licks had been liberally placed while you pretended to concentrate on the lesson.

“get your dick out.“ you ordered. “i want to have fun.”

you didn't need to say it twice before his cock was released, springing free against his thighs. you don't know why you were always so amazed at his size. However, you had already seen it several times. but damn, that was the only thing he could dethrone you on. his heavy cock hung in the air, precum beading at the red tip.

he wore the cock ring that you ordered him to wear. “you're gonna be even bigger, loser. “you encouraged him.

you pushed the lollipop out of your lips to bring it to the glistening tip of his dick. you used the side of the candy to feel the precum wetting the sugar with amusement. you let the substance soak into the candy before letting it run down his erect shaft. you aimed the sweet treat at his penis, tracing the hard veins that ran along his member, while teasing him softly with the edible part of the stick.

you stroked his cock with the lollipop, teasing his entire length. you drove the candy over his hardened cock, watching the blood pressure enlarge his thick veins. the lollipop was so small next to it. when the candy had been completely wet and dripping, between a mixture of cum, sugar and saliva, you had slipped it between Rafe's lips. you pushed it against his tongue, forcing him to gasp over it, before applying pressure to his cheeks with your fingers to watch him swallow.

but you weren't finished, you wanted more. you spat discreetly into your hand before wetting his entire cock. you wanted to please him a little so you gave him this handjob he dreamed of in class. you fisted him up and down, feeling him grow in your grip, while you worked all dick. his balls were hard and heavy, perfectly caged between his legs.

he was trying so badly to hide his urge to moan, his lips were twisted and tense, his teeth buried inside his bottom one. he squirmed in his chair, his tummy twitching hard from the pleasure. you were so good with your hand. while you stroked him, you loved to tighten your fingers around him. it was at this moment that his gasps were more intense and that you started to pump him faster. the speed of your movements let him so weak, as cries rolling down his cheeks.

he was so pretty when he was about to explode. “ is your dick hard for me, or because you're enjoying being a pussy ? ” you murmured right in his ear.

strangely, you let him take your virginity on the same day. after you invited him to your house. and then there was no one at home, no evidence, no traces. no one would know.

“get on the bed. ” you commanded. “ you've got such a pretty face, will you let me sit on it ? i know you will because you will do anything to please me. ”

he obeyed in a second and you undressed. you had taken off all of your clothes before sitting on his face. you had always dreamed of doing this and this was the perfect opportunity.

“now, it's your choice. you can be a good boy that makes me cum with his tongue...or just a good dog that only knows how to lick. show me how you want to be treated. ”

" y-yes...yes..i just want to make you feel good." he just pleaded, before being silenced by the contact of your pussy on his lips.

you were heavy. but in such a good way, he was so turned on by the way you were sitting on him, pressuring the weight of your body on his mouth, making yourself a seat on his face while he was already lapping at your soaked folds, tearing your lips apart with his tongue and starting to licks at your parts. your taste was so sweet, filled with the froth of his saliva. you began to rub yourself, pushing your cunt deeper inside his mouth to muffle his pathetic wimps. his voice was so needy.

as you were fucking his whole face, your asscheeks was brushing his nose, making him even more horny. his dick was thick, literally twitching over his flat tummy. the hard lines of his muscles were swollen.

you couldn't help but moan, but you wouldn't dare saying his name. he was lapping with such devotion, feeding your greedy cunt with needy and fat laps. his tongue was inside you, ruining your walls with appetite. he was drooling at the corner of his mouth, and on the underside of your butt.

it was as if his tongue only belonged inside you. you tried to stay in control even though you couldn't deny the pleasure that consumed you. “It feels so good..." you had escaped, holding your breasts in the palm of your hands.

you gripped the sheets when he started to get wilder in the thrusts of his tongue. your body moved in sync. as he was below you, you took the opportunity to move your ass above him, lightly slapping his face with the jiggles of your cheeks. oh god, he was so pathetic, completely hard being crushed under your weight, having his face below your soaked pussy, being covered in your wetness and drool, having his cock painfully hard and leaking, because his mouth was fucked. you could feel his heavy breath coating the heat of your core.

he had cum all over his own stomach, and you rolled your eyes. it wasn't the first time he came without warning, it was so compulsive for him. he couldn't control it.

you lay down next to him before collecting the cum on his tummy, teasing the sticky white steam with your fingers before plunging them inside your pussy. you filled yourself with his releasing, your two eyes on him, white loads leaking at your entrance. “ are you gonna Fuck me or do I need to make all the job by myself ? ”

“ i-i…”

“ such a pathetic boy, can't even speak properly with his mouth. ”

you spread your legs, and he came closer. he was so needy that he was nervous. his hands were shaking, barely able to hold his throbbing cock. you had to wait a few minutes before he slipped inside you. he whimpered all his way to your walls at the comfort of your pussy around him.

because he couldn't wait any longer, he conducted several forceful thrusts into the deep of your core. he could see his own cum floating with your wetness at the outline of your swollen cunt. his cries was loud as he pounded into you deeper, making sure he strikes your spot everytime. he was sweating, a drop of sweats watering from his torso. your legs was locked againt his arms as he was fucking you like he ever dreamed of.

his breathing was running shorter and shorter as the heat was stronger. he sunk every inch of his dick in your hole.

he never fucked a girl and he didn't know if he was doing good but his head was empty. all his neurons were dead and it was all about sex and pleasure. and you were nothing better, all dumb by his fat cock, his merciless length feeding your insides. his face was hidden in your neck, his lips salivating on your flesh. " i-i-m...cu..a-aah..plea.se…"

it wasn't already more than ten minutes but he couldn't help. he could cum literally every five minutes inside you, because of his urges, because of the way you make him feel. you were stuffed hard, all his shaft buried in your canal. every hard back and forth left his dick all red and sticky while he was leaving beads of cum on your slit. “ that's a good boy. ” you praised, biting your lower lips. “ but now, are you gonna make me cum ? ”

you wrapped a hand around his throat while he was on top of you. you let him fuck you and abuse your cervix. when he felt your fingers around his neck, it completely turned him on. and all his thrusts had become even more intense as he was increasing the pace. your stomach was spiraling, and his eyes were glued to that.

“h-harder..please..." he was begging at you from more pressure.

"such a freak..." you replied, before wrapping his neck tighter.

your grip was now tight around his throat, his eyes rolled back as he was still fucking you raw, all your pussy milking him. you were draining him. the blue of his gaze was perfect, shiny in the light of the room because of tears. he exploded again and again until his dick start to play difficult to fuck you another round.

he was so handsome.

it wasn't your habit but you kept him in your arms. you felt the need to be nice to him after all his efforts. he was still sweltering and sweating, his body decorated with cute red marks, and you couldn't help but smile.

“hey, you did so good for me. i'm proud, very proud. ” you gently said.

your compliments had given him chills. and his tears had again welled up in his eyes.

“please, cameron.stop being a crybaby. ” you sighed with an annoying tone. “god instead of cries, i should hear how grateful you are to let you fuck me. ”

“thanks...y-you...”

“if your friends saw you like that..." you scoffed. "and if they saw you like that..." you whispered against his ear. "I can already hear the gossip...oh and your father, what would he think of you?"

you felt him shiver under your touch. “that's why you need to be kind with me, rafe. but you're a good boy, aren't you? say it, say it to me. "

“I'm...your good boy. ” he cried out with a gasp, shaking tears on his cheeks.

“ look at yourself, not only are you a good boy, rafe cameron but you're also such a pathetic thing. this is why i need to make you mine. all mine.”

you stood up to take a red marker and marked on his back with permanent ink. “ y/n’s private property. "

“now, i wish you luck in hiding that you belong to me. “

he grimaced. “ do you understand what it means ? you have my name on your fucking back. and you will have such a hard time removing it. you wanted to be obsessed with me ? fine, because now i leave you no choice than being devoted to me. you wake up, it's me. every time you jerk off, it's me. everything you think, it's me. everytime you breathe, it's me. i want everyone on that fucking island to know which pussy make you so dumb and pathetic. is it clear ? ” your hands were gripping around his throat as you spoke.

he nodded his head like a good sub.

“ words. ”

“ yes…i just…i just want you. ” he sobbed, your hands around his neck making it difficult for him to answer properly.

“ so what are you thinking right now ?”

“ you. ” he replied with such a pretty feverish tone.

“ good answer, little boy. ” you praised, while giving him a little pat on the cheeks. “ now, who do you like ? ”

“ you. it's you. ” he repeated.

“ do you want me ? ”

“ i want you. ” he confessed, moving into the space of your spreaded legs. his head was now on your lap, while you stroked his hair gently. “ i need you…” he continued.

“ of course, you need me. i'm the only one to care about you. ” when you rubbed his bottom lip, feeling the sweet wetness of his drool against your thumb, he let out a soft moan before opening his mouth, allowing you to brush fingers in his tongue.

his gaze was precious, a bit teary as his whole mouth was starting to suck your fingertips. his lips were moving faster around your fingers, taking them to the back of his warm tongue. you loved to watch your digits disappear on the side of his muscle, the sucking sounds filling the room as you could feel him grow again in his pants. he was whining at the feeling of pleasure, keeping your fingers in his mouth.

“ mmh…stay like that. i want to take some pictures…” you said in your casual mean girl tone. “ you know, baby…for sleepovers with my girlfriends , we really need something to make fun of and nothing makes us laugh more than pathetic men. ”

your gaze went down his thighs. “ oh god, i'm gonna take such beautiful pictures…please, continue to make your dick leak. soak yourself, show them how pretty you are. i want them to be jealous of what we have. ”

[sematarygirls]

rafe cameron is a dirty, rotten liar.                 nsfw .ᐟ

"c'mon, baby, just real quick before we go. you look so pretty right now. need you so bad," he pleaded, his hands already grabbing at you to remove your clothes, and of course, who are you to say no to your boyfriend when he looks so sexy and is asking you so sweetly?

but, you're soon reminded of the fact that rafe doesn't do "quick" when it comes to you because before you know it, he's losing himself in your pretty pussy, dragging his length in and out of your drooling walls as your little moans and whimpers fill the room.

"that's right, baby. just relax and let me take care of you," he'd coo softly, your brain too far gone to register his words, and just like that, the party you had spent so long convincing rafe to let you go to—his stipulation that you bring him along and don't leave his side at all throughout the night nonnegotiable—was forgotten.

and somehow, despite the fact that this happens every time you want to go somewhere that rafe doesn't want you to go or that wasn't his idea, you fall for his empty promises of "being quick" every. single. time, just as rafe plans. after all, he'd much rather keep his pretty little girlfriend fucked dumb on his dick than out in the real world where people men can look at what's his.

[rafeys-angel13]

rafe definitely uses your vibrator on you during sex.

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he's thrusting his cock into you relentlessly. your eyes are squeezed shut and his hands are holding your knees to your chest.

his fingers spread your lips apart and he reaches one out to brush over your clit— drawing out a moan from you.

"taking it so good, princess..." he praises with a slight rasp in his voice.

you whimper as he repositions himself, his dick hitting a different spot and sending a warm feeling to your stomach.

you hear your bedside table drawer slide open then shut again after some rummaging sounds.

next, you hear a buzzing noise ring out through the room.

before you get chance to react, the vibrator is already pressed harshly against your clit.

your eyes shoot open and you look down, seeing the vibrator pressed against you and his hands pressing on your stomach.

"you thought i wouldn't see this thing? huh?" he taunts, his pace increasing.

you try to speak but your minds fuzzy.

"mhm... you're lucky i'm not insecure— or i'd be mad. some men would feel threatened, but not me. i know i can still make you feel so fucking good." he pushes your knees further open.

rafe pulls the vibrator away for a second before pressing it back against you, your legs twitching when he does.

"you love taking my cock don't you, babygirl?" he breathes out, the sound of your pussy squelching at each thrust fills the room along with your breathing.

his hand reaches out and he palms your breast, massaging it then rolling his thumb over the bud — he runs the toy down your slit, letting it brush his cock before dragging it back up and swirling it around your clit.

he looks at your fucked out face, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips and he turns the intensity up.

"such a pretty slut for me"

- request fic

[webbluvrsugar]

i can only imagine how disgusting JJ Maybank is when you go to the beach…

cw: public fingering, nasty JJ, groping, soft voyeurism/exhibitionism, no use of y/n.

I can imagine him ‘volunteering’ to apply sunscreen on you, you guys aren’t dating, but you kinda are, you’ve been fooling around with him in secret because you’re a kook, he’s a pogue, your parents hate him, but you love him, you love the thrill, you love the way your heart beats when he walks in your room by your window, you love the way he gropes you in front of Rafe even when you tell him to not make it clear that you’re fooling around, but everyone knows.

You’re laying on your stomach at first, he squeezes the sunscreen right where he’s focusing — your ass, his hands go down to your flesh and spread the product on your cheeks, innocently at first, going down your legs with care rubbing and massaging it in, then back up your ass and that’s when he starts squeezing, he ignores your complaints and brushes it off as “‘M just making sure it’s well spread.” and you roll your eyes, tell him to move onto your back, he does, reluctantly.

“Turn around.” He says, velvet voice making you do anything for him, nibbling on his lip when he sees your breasts in that tiny triangle bikini, after a moment, he reminds himself of the task ahead.

He squeezes more sunscreen on your stomach, rubs it on, then upwards, his fingertips brushing underneath the fabric and touching the underside of your boob.

“Jayj! Stop that, everyone’s watching!”

You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Just making it so your skin is well protected, no-one’s even watching anyway, I could make it real quick, just pull those panties down and—“

“JJ!” You interrupt, slapping his hands away. “Just finish what you’re doing.”

He murmurs a bummed little “fiiiiiine.” before going back to what his doing, this time spreading onto the upper part of your chest, his hands slipping again to the inside of your bikinis, rubbing a thumb against your nipple and grabbing it on his hand, you whimper out a moan, cheeks flushing before you push him away.

“I’ll finish the rest.” You snatch the sunscreen away, he gives you a little pout, but lets it be.

By the end of the day, you’re laying against each other on the towel, your chest over his, his hand on your lower back, most people already left, only a few kissing couples remain on the beach, JJ sees that as an opportunity.

He drives his hand down, one finger slipping past your soaked swimwear, you whine as he fiddles with your clit, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Jay..”

You warn but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Shhh, I’m being discreet.”

Discreet. You could almost laugh.

“What the hell is discreet about fingering me on the—“

Your words are interrupted by a strained moan as he pushes a finger inside you, another one joining the first quickly as you grow quiet, your face nuzzling into his chest.

He curls his fingers and slowly thrusts them in and out, his other hand pushing your underwear over his fingers as if it would cover the lewd act, you’re reduced to a pity of quiet moans, and when he hits that spot you like, you can only let out muted ones, he sees that, scoffs and says:

“Finally got you to shut up.”

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱

Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.

Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.

Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe

An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable

« J. Routledge »

"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."

John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.

"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.

"It's sweeter this way. Please?"

He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.

But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."

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« J. Maybank »

"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"

JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.

"What? Can't peel it on your own?"

He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.

He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.

He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.

"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"

|★|

« P. Heyward »

"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."

"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.

He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.

He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.

He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.

He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.

"There. Anything else you need?"

|★|

« R. Cameron »

"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"

Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.

"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.

"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."

He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"So is that a no?"

He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."

Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.

"There. All better now?"

You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.

He only shrugs and leans back in for another.

[jj-lvr]

imagine your first kiss with bsf!jj…part 1(?)

you’re both drunk as hell, giggling into your beer bottles like it’s your first time at a party, and ignoring the weird looks the rest of your friends give you. they should have even used to your antics by now anyway. you locked eyes with pope and smiled at him in the sweetest way you could muster, and he returned a careful smile that made you roll your eyes.

jj’s lips were at your ear as he giggled at his own words — he was telling stupid jokes about the people in front of you who were paying you no mind, random tourons you would probably never see again after tonight.

“and that one…her mom definitely told her to go mingle with the locals,” his voice verged on hysterical as he spoke, “and her, she just wants to lose her v-card to some local so she never has to see them again.”

before you can stop yourself, you reply, “well, there’s only one guy for the job.”

his eyes snapped to you, glassy and bright with laughter, a question lingering behind them. the next laugh that left him was humourless, and it didn’t take a genius to notice how the air changed from light to tense.

“yeah, rafe…god knows he needs to get laid,” he was laughing as he raised his beer bottle to his lips, only for you to snatch it away at the last minute. “bro what?”

“you know damn well who i mean.”

his eyes met you with chill distaste now, but you knew not to take it personally. he just got like this sometimes around you when he was drunk, and this time was no different.

“don’t fucking joke about that shit, man.” the finality in his tone had your head reeling for a moment, the record in your brain screeching to a halt that most have shown on your face if jj’s own expression was anything to go by. he suddenly looked racked with guilt. “i’m just trying not to be like that anymore.”

you scoffed playfully, ignoring his scowl. “why the change of heart, buttercup?”

his mouth opened as though he was going to talk, but before he got get words out his lips were claiming yours. they were firm, insistent against your own, and only barely parted to let out a warm breath that smelled of beer and salt water. arms snaking around you, he pulled you closer until your shoulders were touching and he could slip his hand into the crook of your neck. just as you were about to kiss back- just as your hands were reaching into his hair-

he retreated his body from yours like he had been stung, eyes wide and confused and shocked. shuddering breaths eased out of him and he couldn’t help but lick his lips. you knew he was savouring the taste of you.

“look bro i didn’t mean-”

“you didn’t mean what?” your voice clearly caught him off guard. he planted his hands into the sand and pushed himself to his feet.

“you know what…I can’t…we…i’ll see you later,” he stuttered, “the chateau or something, fuck knows.” his voice got quieter as he turned from you and trudged over to the rest of your friends, who had retreated over to the large campfire with the rest of the tourons, leaving your head reeling with complicated thoughts.

let me know if yall want part 2!!

[lavender-bun]

please do sub jj like SUBBY SUB SUB jj

WARNINGS | 18+ smut, sub!JJ, mama kink, praise, handjob

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You were laying outside in the hammock at the Chateau, waiting for JJ to come back from working at the country club, looking at the message you just got from him that he's on his way.

Still scrolling on your phone mindlessly your ears perk up when you hear the familiar sound of JJ's motorbike. You sit up smiling, admiring how he took off his helmet and fixes his hair before he made his way to you.

"Hi baby-" you huff when he let himself fall on top of you, nuzzling his face directly between your breasts. "You good?"

He mumbles something against your skin and you chuckle, placing your hands on the sides of his head to pull him up. "What was that?"

"I got fired." he sighs and you frown, one of your hands going through his hair to comfort him.

"Wanna tell me why?" you ask.

"Fucking Topper. He provoke me and I tried to ignore him, really I did but then he started talking about you and-and I just snapped." he explains, smushing his face between his girls as he likes to call them.

"Oh JJ." You coo, raking your fingernails up and down his back.

You both laid there for a while, just enjoying being in each other's arms until a idea popped up in your mind.

When you try to get up JJ whines, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Come on." You lean closer to whisper in his ear. "Don't want mama to take care of you?"

That had him jumping up. Grabbing your hand he practically drags you inside the Chateau and to your room. You lock the door and push him down on your bed, straddling his lap and start to fumble with his pants.

Your hand now in his pants you gently palmed his already hard cock, smirking at the way he hisses under your touch.

"You're gonna be a good boy for me, hm?" You purr leaning down to pepper kisses along the side of his neck occasionally nibbling at his skin here and there.

"Y-Yes..." He mutters too lost in pleasure.

You stopped and he almost whined out loud but he knows better. "Yes who?"

"Yes mama- please, keep going!" He pleads oh so sweetly and you freed his cock from its confiness.

"There we go, pretty boy." You coo, moving your hand faster and enjoying the little sounds he makes. It amazes you every time how whipped he actually is for you, looking at you with those ocean eyes of his while you take care of him and his needs.

You felt him twitch in your hand and went even faster just to hear him whimper.

"M close- fuck!" He couldn't even wait for your permission and came all over your hand, all the frustration and anger finally leaving his body. "M sorry mama- sorry I-"

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Been so good for me." You praised him, licking the remains of his cum from your hand before cupping his face in your hands smiling at him. "We'll find you something else, 'kay?"

He just nods, giving you a little smile and closes his eyes enjoying your soft touch for a little longer.

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[sunniepoo]

thinking about mean stepbro!rafe catching his cute little stepsis humping away at her pillow late into the night when everyone’s asleep ⋆ටᆼට⋆

that night was ingrained in the back of rafe’s head as if some twisted fairy carved the image of you rutting helplessly into your pillow within the crevices of his brain

it was all by complete chance. the night’s breeze gushed through the older cameron’s window awakening him to the seasonable hot hours of darkness- he couldn’t even remember what caused him to leave bed; water? needing to use the bathroom?

all that clouded his twisted mind, was walking past your room; his sweet, pure minded step sisters room. the soft little pants and uh uh’s that left your mouth filled the silent air. he almost couldn’t believe it, it felt like some perverse wet dream that centred around your poor, naive self

his body moved before his mind, his hand gently creeping up against the door, softly pulling it open- cautious to making no noise to alert his presence. it was art; the sight of seeing you move vigorously against a spare pillow, your hips rocking back and forth as your back arched back, your hands travelling up to pull and squeeze at your clothed tits, your mouth agape as the sinful sounds of pleasure leave your mouth

but the true beauty of it all was when his eyes fell down to your bare pussy, all red and puffy from the constant stimulation. you were so so so wet, you poor thing must have been so achey, so desperate

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted, there was nothing he wanted more than to barge in and pound that pretty pussy till you couldn’t even remember your own name - but he settled, hiding in the darkness, watching you work at your pillow late into the night. he found his hand travelling down beneath the band of his sweatpants, palming away at his hardon, small pants of pleasure escaping his mouth

you paid no notice to your surroundings completely oblivious to the shadow of the large figure behind your door until you stopped

fuck! had you seen him? has he been caught?

depsite the danger of being caught, rafe’s head peered further inside and god he nearly came at the sight.it was heavenly,the way you took of your corset like top, tits spilling out in an almost pornographic like manner. one of your small hand gliding up your stomach, eventually to come pull and twist at your cute little nipples while the other goes down to rub at your already sensitive pussy

the loud moan that left your mouth went straight to his throbbing cock, dying to be let free and make itself home in your tight cunt. he rushed to pull down his pants and boxers, freeing his large length as his hands fist around it, moving up and down at the same pace you rocked against the pillow

his mind couldn’t help but wander what if it was him underneath you instead of the pillow, the zip of his jeans catching against your sore clit just as the edges of the pillow did when you rocked forward and when you rocked back it was the friction against his bulge rather than the fluff of the pillow

he could hear that you were getting closer, your whines becoming higher as you rocked faster and faster, your hand rubbing roughly against your mound prompting him to move his fist faster up and down the length of his cock, leaking with pre cum

a soft series of curses left your mouth as you went into total bliss, hands gripping the side of your bedside table,mouth agape while a high pitched wine left your mouth and as if it was a cue for the tall blonde, he spilled out across the palm of his hand

he wondered if you ever heard the joined pants of the aftermath of both of your highs. he watched you collapse down into the warmth of your bed, the lengths of your hair stuck against your sweaty body as you breathe out, softly panting

god he wishes he could have stayed and watched your pretty pussy throb and clench around nothing but he knew he had pushed his luck already. the images of you and your little cunt plagued his mind as he fell asleep

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the morning after was a blur for you; the early morning rays of sun kissing your skin, waking you up to the quiet twitter of the birds. it was early - way too early for anyone to be up, maybe ward but that seemed unlikely since he had no buisness to attend to roday

so when you went downstairs in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra covered by a thin dressing gown, the last person you expected to see was rafe cameron, the older boy resting his lower back against the counter, mindlessly scrolling on his phone

there was something magnetic about him - the dark blue in his eyes carrying a deep mystery. despite his typical mean,brooding state - barely sparing anyone around him more than a glance, you were always so drawn to him - his roughness; it only made your mind wonder to places they definitely shouldn’t be going, especially not about your brother

his hands; so rough and calloused, always adorned with the familiar gold cameron ring gifted by his father. you’d thought about them more often than you’d like to admit, what’d be like to hold them - intertwining them within yours. you wondered how’d they’d feel inside you, fitting in you so snug - reaching places inside you that you could only imagine of. the thought of them wrapped tightly around your neck, his fingers inside your mouth, making their way down your thro-

“your up early, must’ve slept good” you look up at him, realising you’d been staring intently at the lengths of his fingers, his voice was husky signalling he must’ve just gotten up aswell

you didn’t miss the subtle smirk as he uttered out the end of his sentence. weird you thought but didn’t pay it much thought, rafe is rafe. “yeah i guess-” you sigh out, hands softly grazing against the edge of the counter as you moved slightly closer “i mean i went to bed pretty late but it’s fine”

“yeah?” it was hard to miss his teasing tone, you couldn’t help but look down at the ground - feeling small in his presence “and why did you go to bed so late” the sudden shift in position nearly startles you, with rafe’s tall figure looming over you, standing impossibly close. you could feel his minty breath coming slowly closer and closer, making your pussy clench around air

you couldn’t help but take in his appearance, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers which did nothing to hide his quite obvious boner poking at the front of your thigh, hair tussled above the icy blue in his eyes

“just on-” the quiver in your voice only seemed to push him closer “on my ph- phone” you ramble out, hoping this conversation would be over soon enough

and just as he goes to speak, the voice of ward and rose waking up could be heard from downstairs, thank god- but it doesn’t stop him from shifting closer, leaning down to your ear “ well get to bed earlier-” he drawls out, voice unusually soft and gentle “f’me kay” he begins to leave but not before placing a sticky kiss on the bottom of your cheek, hands resting dangerously low on your back but quickly glide off at the arrival of the rest of the family, as he rushes his way upstairs

you stood there hot and bothered and all that rested in your mind was the excitement of straddling your pillow tonight hoping it was him;your mean older step brother

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 4 - Help

"Y/n, what happened?" Sarah's voice is urgent as she pulls you inside, concern etched in every line of her face.

You collapse into her arms, unable to hold back the sobs. "JJ... he... he did this to me," you manage to choke out, the words spilling forth in a torrent of pain and fear.

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"He hit me, Sarah. He kicked me. Sarah's expression shifts from concern to disbelief, her brow furrowing. “Y/n, stop," she says, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Stop trying to make JJ out to be a terrible person. He would never do something like this."

Your heart sinks at her words, the disbelief cutting deeper than you thought possible. "But it's true," you plead, clutching her arm desperately. "You have to believe me. Look at me, Sarah. Look at what he did."

Sarah shakes her head, stepping back from you. "No, Y/n. I can't believe that. JJ loves you. He wouldn't hurt you. This... this must be something you did to yourself. Maybe you fell, or..." She trails off, unable to meet your eyes.

The accusation feels like a slap in the face. "You think I did this to myself?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. The pain and betrayal are too much to bear, the hope you had clung to shattered by her words.

“Y/n, you're clearly upset and confused," Sarah insists, trying to sound calm and rational. "You need help, but not the kind you're thinking of. Let's get you to the hospital, and we'll figure out what really happened."

You push her away, shaking your head vehemently. "No, Sarah! You're supposed to be my best friend," you cry out, the betrayal cutting deep. "Why won't you believe me? No one ever believes me!"

Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow, panic setting in as the reality of your situation crashes over you. The walls seem to close in, and your vision blurs as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Y/n, calm down," Sarah pleads, reaching out to you again. "I'm just trying to help."

But her words do little to soothe the rising tide of fear and desperation. "You're supposed to be my best friend," you repeat, your voice breaking. "How can you not believe me?"

The room spins as the panic attack grips you, overwhelmed, you turn and run out of the house, leaving Sarah standing there, unsure of what to do.

The night air hits you like a slap, but you don't stop. You keep running, driven by a desperate need to escape the suffocating disbelief and betrayal. Sarah's voice calls after you, but it's drowned out by the sound of your own racing heartbeat and gasping breaths.

You don't know where you're going, but you know you can't stay. The pain, both physical and emotional, drives you forward towards the jetty. 

As you reach the end of the jetty, your legs give out, and you collapse against the weathered wood, sobs wracking your body. The cold night air and the gentle lapping of the water against the posts do little to soothe the storm within.

You curl up, hugging your knees to your chest, and begin to speak to yourself through the tears.

"I can't take this anymore," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "Why doesn't anyone believe me? Why does it have to hurt so much? I just want the pain to go away."

The darkness of the night feels overwhelming, the stars above indifferent to your suffering. The weight of betrayal and fear presses down on you, and the future seems uncertain, filled with more anguish than you can bear.

"I can't do this," you murmur, tears streaming down your face. "I just can't keep going like this."

You cry harder, the sobs shaking your entire body as you rock back and forth. "I just want it to stop," you plead to the night, your voice breaking. "I want the pain to go away. Please, someone, help me."

After a few seconds, a voice pulls you out of your cries. “Y/n? Are you okay?" It's Rafe. His concerned tone cuts through your despair.

You look up, your vision blurry with tears, and shake your head. "No, I'm not okay," you manage to say, your voice trembling.

Rafe steps closer, his face etched with worry. "What happened? Why are you out here like this?"

The words catch in your throat as you try to explain, the flood of emotions overwhelming you. "JJ... he... he hurt me," you whisper, barely able to get the words out. "I don't know what to do, Rafe."

Rafe's expression shifts from worry to shock, then quickly to anger. "He what?" he nearly shouts, his fists clenching at his sides. "That bastard did this to you?" His voice is filled with a mix of fury and disbelief as he looks over your battered form.

You nod, fresh tears streaming down your face.

Rafe's eyes blaze with anger. "I can't believe this," he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/n, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he was capable of this. You're coming with me right now. We need to get you to a hospital."

He kneels down beside you, his voice softening with concern. "Can you walk? We need to get you some help."

You try to stand but collapse back down, shaking your head. "I can't walk," you admit, shifting slightly. As you do, Rafe's eyes widen in horror as he notices the blood seeping through your pants.

"Did JJ do something else to you?" he asks, his voice filled with dread.

You nod, but quickly add, "Not in the way you're thinking. It's worse."

Rafe's face pales, the fury and concern mixing into a determined resolve. "We need to get you to a hospital now," he says, more urgently. "I'm going to carry you, okay? You're going to be safe."

With great care, he lifts you into his arms, holding you securely. As he makes his way to the car, you cling to him the physical pain to much to bear. 

Rafe places you gently in the passenger seat and rushes to the driver's side, the engine roaring to life as he speeds towards the hospital. The drive is a blur of pain and worry, but Rafe's presence beside you is a steadying force.

When you arrive at the hospital, Rafe doesn't waste a moment. He scoops you up into his arms and runs into the emergency room, shouting for help. "Someone, please! She needs help!"

A team of doctors and nurses quickly surrounds you, placing you on a bed and wheeling you into a separate room. One of the doctors turns to Rafe, saying, "Sir, you need to wait outside."

Panic surges through you, and you grab Rafe's hand, pulling him close. "I want him to stay," you say, your voice trembling. "Please don't leave me alone," you plead, looking up at Rafe with desperate eyes.

Rafe squeezes your hand reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice steady and calm. He looks at the doctors, his expression firm. "I'm staying with her."

The doctors exchange glances but ultimately nod in agreement, recognizing the intensity of the situation. They allow Rafe to stay by your side as they begin to assess your injuries.

The bright lights and sterile environment of the hospital are overwhelming, but Rafe's presence anchors you. He stays close, holding your hand, his eyes filled with unwavering support and determination.

"You'll be okay, Y/n,” he whispers, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm right here with you."

The doctors carefully assess the injuries below your waist, their expressions grave and focused. They gently ask what happened, but the words catch in your throat, and tears stream down your cheeks. The pain and fear are almost unbearable as you try to find the strength to speak.

Meanwhile, a nurse performs an ultrasound, her movements gentle yet precise. The room is filled with an eerie silence as the monitor displays what was once a growing life, now still and silent. The nurse's face softens with empathy as she meets your tear-filled eyes.

“Y/n, can I speak with you alone for a moment?" the nurse asks gently, her voice tinged with compassion. "I need to discuss something important with you."

Your heart sinks at the thought of being alone again, “It’s okay, it just don’t want to be alone, squeezing Rafe's hand for reassurance. "Please don't leave," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Rafe gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be right here," he promises softly, his eyes full of concern and support.

She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking with gentle sincerity.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry to tell you this," the nurse begins, her voice soft yet steady. "Due to your injuries, unfortunately, the baby has died."

Tears well up in your eyes, but you nod silently, the truth already weighing heavily on your heart.

"We will need to take you into surgery to remove the placenta and the baby," the nurse continues gently, her words a solemn reminder of the next steps.

You take a shaky breath, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. "I knew," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "My boyfriend... he found out I was pregnant. He... he beat me to get rid of it."

The nurse's expression darkens with empathy and concern as she listens, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," she says softly. "You're safe now, Y/n. We're going to take care of you."

Rafe's presence beside you is a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions. His jaw clenches with restrained anger and sadness, but he remains silent, offering you his unwavering support.

"We'll prepare for the surgery," the nurse assures you, her voice a soothing balm. "You're not alone in this."

The nurse's voice softens further, her expression a mix of sympathy and resolve as she continues to hold your hand. “Y/n, given the circumstances you've described, I'm also obligated to call the police," she explains gently.

As the nurse leaves to make the necessary calls, Rafe turns to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and restrained anger. He sits down beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in the whirlwind of emotions.

"Are you okay, Y/n?” Rafe asks softly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I'm so sorry you've been through this alone."

Tears well up in your eyes again as you meet Rafe's gaze. You take a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the depth of your pain and gratitude for his support. "I'm... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. "But I'm glad you're here."

Rafe reaches out and gently squeezes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice steady.

[sematarygirls]

   BOYFRIEND!RAFE x ACADEMIC!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ fem!reader, unconventional study methods, fingering, lots of talking, facts about the nervous system

NOTES .ᐟ boyfriend rafe boyfriend rafe boyfriend rafe. this came to me while i was tediously taking notes for my psych class and wishing that i had a sexy rafe cameron in my bed.

You sat comfortably on your boyfriend's bed, your back pressed against his chest as you typed away on your computer, taking notes for your psychology class. His chin rested on your shoulder as he peered at the screen, reading a bunch of words he didn't quite understand while his hand rested on your thigh, his thumb drawing soft circles.

"What are you doing?" He hummed, his fingers dancing slightly higher. He knew what you were doing, but he wanted to hear you say it. He loved how excited you got and how you rambled on and on when you were telling him something you were passionate about. If he was being honest, it was kind of a major turn on.

"I've got a test tomorrow on the biological bases of behavior, so I'm just refreshing my memory on the endocrine and nervous systems," you explained, too focused on your notes to register that his touch was slowly sliding closer and closer to your clothed core.

"Oh, yeah?" He murmured, dipping his head down, his lips brushing against your skin as he began to pepper soft, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. His hand continued upwards, his fingers lightly brushing you over your already damp underwear. "Tell me about it, baby."

"Rafe," you gasped softly, biting your lip. You tilted your head to the side, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to find your resolve and tell him to stop, but you couldn't help the way your legs parted for him. "I told you I have to study."

"You are studying. Cmon, tell me all about the nervous system while I touch you, baby. You can do both," he coaxed you, his long fingers expertly pulling your panties to the side and running along your wet folds. "Tell me everything that's in that beautiful brain of yours."

You let out a breathy moan, your breathing quickening as your head fell back against his shoulder. You racked your brain for any piece of information, his touch making your mind go blank. "The brain is um-" you drew in a sharp breath as his thumb nudged your clit. "The exterior brain structures are the cerebral cortex, cereb-bellum, occipital lobe, temporal lobe, frontal lobe, and parietal lobe," you managed to say.

"Mmhmm, and what about the interior?" He prompted, his fingers slowly pushing inside of you. "Tell me every little detail, baby. I wanna know everything." His voice was low and husky as he encouraged you to keep going, his breath hot against your skin.

"Rafe," you moaned, your lips parting in pleasure as his fingers worked expertly inside you. You couldn't focus when you could feel his long fingers dragging against your tight walls.

"Cmon, my smart girl," he cooed, his other hand snaking around your waist and splaying his large hand across your stomach to keep you in place. "You know it. I know you do." He continued drawing his fingers in and out of you as his thumb rubbed your puffy clit firmly.

You did know it. You'd even forced Rafe to help you make stupid flashcards, so you could memorize the parts and all their functions. But, he had a way of making you forget everything and turning your brain to mush when he had his hands on you.

Your voice was shaky and breathless as you spoke, feeling your orgasm building low in your stomach. "The interior brain structures are the-the amygdala, hippocampus, medulla oblongata-" you gasped, your back arching into his touch when his fingers hit that spot inside you that had you practically seeing stars. You hesitantly kept going, trying to focus because knowing Rafe, if you stopped, he would too. "P-pituitary gland, thalamus, basal ganglia, hypothalamus, midbrain, and pons." You were pretty impressed with yourself that you managed to remember all that while your boyfriend was knuckle deep inside your dripping cunt.

He groaned, feeling himself grow harder as he listened to your breathy voice tell him all about your studies. "You're so fuckin' smart," he found that sensitive spot on your neck, sucking gently. "My brilliant girl."

Your walls fluttered around his fingers at his praising words. He was always so interested in what you had to say, never dismissing you or brushing you off when you started rambling aimlessly and throwing random facts his way. He listened intently, showing genuine interest that made you feel so loved and seen.

"Keep going, baby," he rasped, his fingers speeding up in a way that had you gripping his bicep—needing something, anything to keep you present. "What do all those big words do, hm?"

You let out a breathy laugh, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "Well, the um- the hypothalamus controls the pituitary gland, which releases hormones that regulate bodily functions," you explained, smiling softly at how fitting that fact seemed to be.

"Mm, like the hormones that are rushing through your veins right now, making you all hot and bothered for me?" He asked, his voice low and taunting, his teeth lightly nipping at your neck. He pushed his fingers deeper, curving them up to hit that spot that always made your legs shake.

"Uh huh," you moaned, your nails sinking into his bicep through the soft material of his sweater. His fingers curling inside you as his thumb continued swirling around your sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge.

He hummed against your skin, his tongue laving over the spot where his teeth had marked you. "Cmon, pretty girl," he whispered, feeling your body tense up. "You did so good. Let me feel you come apart on my fingers."

Your eyes fluttered shut, back arching into his touch as his words sent you over the edge. A whimper of his name fell past your parted lips amongst a sea of soft moans as you came, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers while he continued to drag them in and out of you, prolonging your high.

He groaned as he felt your velvety walls flutter and squeeze around his fingers, your sweet cries of his name spurring him on. He worked you through it, fingers pumping steadily, thumb circling your clit until you were a boneless, panting mess in his arms.

He peppered kisses along your jaw as he carefully pulled away from your weeping core. "Who knew you could make biology sound so sexy,"

"Technically, it's psychology," you corrected him, chest heaving. You turned your head to look at him as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking your release off of them with a low groan. You bit your lips at the sight, his lips glistening as he pulled his fingers back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he flashed you a grin before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to let you taste yourself on his tongue.

You moaned softly into his mouth, reluctantly pulling back after a moment. "If you keep distracting me, I'm never going to finish."

"Hm, that's weird because I'm pretty sure you just did," he hummed, feigning confusion as a cocky smirk tugged at his lips.

"Oh, shut up," you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up at his innuendo. His hand slid up your arm, tracing soft shapes on your bare skin. You looked up at him, seeing the way his pupils dilated and feeling the evidence of arousal digging into you from behind. "Five more minutes and then I'm all yours, deal?" You raised a brow. You figured you had studied enough over the last couple days, and your oh so patient boyfriend deserved some of your attention.

A sly grin settled on his lips. "Deal, but don't think that I'll be keeping my hands to myself during these five minutes," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

You turned back to your computer, giggling as he dipped his head back into your neck, already kissing and sucking at your delicate skin. His hands started to roam your body, and as you tried to focus, you found yourself wondering if you would make it five minutes before you surrendered to him.

[rafeys-angel13]

doctor!rafe soothing your health anxiety

“but rafe, my chest feels real tight and it’s not stopping” you whine and he shakes his head with a small smile.

your chest had been feeling tight all day, not the emotional type of tightness. like actually painful.

“i assure you, you’re fine.” he pulls you into his lap and kisses your cheek.

you huff and rest your head on his chest as he leans back.

“but what if i’m not…” you sigh and nuzzle into his chest.

he kisses the top of your head and rubs your back gently.

“i promise, sweetheart… it will go away— and if it doesn’t, it’s nothing serious. you’d definitely know if it was serious.” he reassures with a soft tone.

you don’t respond, you don’t want to.

“honey, i understand it’s scary when you’re in pain. but i swear that you’re okay… i’ll even pinky promise…” he offers his pinky for you.

“can you at least check that i’m okay…?” you murmur and look up at him.

his lips curve up into a small smile as he reaches into his bag, grabbing his stethoscope.

“c’mere, sit up”

he lifts your shirt up, his cold hands grazing your stomach. he presses the chilly metal against your chest, listening.

“baby you’re totally fine, i promise” he pulls hit away and fixes your shirt. “perfect, actually” he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“how about we go take a nap for now? sleep it off…” he suggests, squeezing your waist.

you nod and he stands up, lifting you with him and carrying you to the bedroom.

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-request a fic

[bradshawed]

One more...

summary — don't loose count

warnings — fem!reader, use of pet names, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f receiving)

note — happy birthday angel ( @dearapril ) xx

masterlist obx minilist

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"Fuck Ray", your back arched in response.

"I know baby, I know" he replied with a smirk on his face as you came again, the sounds of your wet pussy echoing through the open balcony windows as his thick cock fucked his cum into you, almost slipping out from how wet you were.

He flipped you onto your front, pulling your hips upwards towards him and pushing your face into the cum soaked bedsheets, drawing out yet another orgasm.

You'd been at it for hours, Rafe taking the day off to celebrate his birthday girl. His aim was to match the year you were turning with an equivalent number of presents orgasms, and so far... he was on track.

The blonde ghosted his thumb over the tattoo of his name in his handwriting positioned perfectly between your tits (your surprise to him for his birthday). The slight pause allowing you to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering closed, although the salty ocean breeze did nothing to cool your skin.

Rafe admired your hair splayed out on the pillow, "jus' one more angel".

The buzzcut blonde replaced his cock with his mouth, his tongue swirling over your sensitive nub, teasing you. You pulled his head closer to your sensitive cunt, his tongue making your toes curl as he finally gave your clit the attention she deserved. You let out a final scream, your head thrown back against the pretty filthy pillows, feeling the vibrations as he groaned at your sweet taste.

"Happy birthday angel!"