#open: rafe

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𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻

"I'm not saying that I'm gonna go off the rails or anything but, if you push me I just might. . . So 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽." @indiestarter

[maiiuelle]

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rafe got you a nintendo switch in hopes of keeping you occupied — not that he doesn’t like to spend time with you, it’s just that he’s a very busy man, and you need a distraction when he’s off handling business.

your cozy game addiction started with an innocent folder on his phone, and now rafe’s paying for your annual nintendo online membership. you have all the basics — mario kart, stardew valley, pokemon, and your favorite, animal crossing.

obsessed is an understatement — your manicured hands are glued to your baby pink nintendo switch at all hours of the day, hard at work on your animal crossing island. your intense focus on decorating keeps you from hearing rafe return home, his eyes skimming over where you’re laying over the arm of tannyhill’s leather couch.

“you’re still playing that goddamn game?” he sighs, squinting at you in disbelief that you’re not coming to hang off of him like you usually do. instead, he swaggers over to where you’re sitting with his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

“yeah, rafe. i have a lot to do.” you respond matter of factly, not bothering to take your eyes off the little screen. “i have to catch all these fish before next month, pay back my home loan, and decorate the campsite. and that’s just today, if i can get through it all.” you shake your head at the stress, but you shrug as if it’s unavoidable, still laser focused on planting flowers in the game. “i want my island to be pretty and nice for my villagers. i mean — if i don’t take care of it who will?”

you finally pause, lowering the switch to cover your mouth suddenly. “ew.. i sound like you.” you peer up at him looming over you, your head practically hanging off the side of the couch.

“wh—what?” he rears back, visibly offended. “i do not sound like that, okay — first of all.” he gestures to himself, poking at his chest through his preppy collared shirt. “‘n i don’t talk to fuckin’ cats all day, alright? i got real business — real shit i gotta take care of.” he smacks his hand, trying to drive home the point for you. then, like the realization had just hit him, he presses his lips into a line, tapping his temple. “y’know what? at least now maybe you can understand the stress i’m under runnin’ all this shit.”

you raise your eyebrows at him, his frustrated tirade only proving you right. “you’re right, you sound totally different.”

“aight, i’m done with you. seriously.” he throws his hands up, his short fuse slowly fizzling out. “you gonna put that away and gimme a kiss or not?”

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[1-800-imagines]

bikini | r.c.

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“come on, y/n. let’s go to the bonfire.” sarah suggested as the two of you sat outside of her house. of course sarah was already in a bikini, but you on the other hand had come straight from work. 

“i don’t have a swimsuit.” you said, putting a hand over your eyes to block the sun. “and i dont wanna go all the way back to my house.”

“you can wear one of mine! pretty please.” she said in a sing song voice. you knew sarah wanted to go see john b and you had to come along so she had a ‘cover’ but you didn’t mind. 

you jokingly rolled your eyes. “yeah, alright. anything for you.”

her face lit up and she pulled out her phone, probably to text john b that the two of you were coming. 

with sarah engrossed in her phone, you stood up and walked inside to go to sarah’s room to change. you walked up the stairs and into sarah’s room, leaving the door ajar. you didn’t think anyone else was there and even so, you’d only be a minute. 

you knew exactly where sarah’s swimsuits were as you had borrowed them your entire life. you probably only actually owned one. 

you pulled a pink one out and shimmied out of your pants, pulling the bottoms on. 

you took off your shirt and bra, ready to put the top on, but the clasp was being difficult. 

“goddamit sarah. where the fuck did you put my-“ the door had been shoved open and rafe had stormed in, swearing. 

rafe didn’t even realize what he was seeing at first. you had dropped the top to the floor in an attempt to just cover your chest up with your hands. 

“oh shit, sorry. i- uh.” rafe stumbled through his words. and rafe did not stumble. the truth was he thought you were beautiful but seeing you topless just made his pants tighten. he couldn’t help but look. 

“fuck rafe, you almost gave me a heart attack.” you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

rafe turned his head, “i didn’t know you were here, m’sorry.” he shook his head and turned to walk out. 

“wait rafe.”

those two words stopped his heart. he turned back to see your face scrunched up and eyes closed for a moment - trying to rid the embarrassment. 

“i can’t get the clasp unhooked.” you motioned your head down to the floor not wanting to move your arms and risk him seeing anything else. 

rafe didn’t know what to say so he kneeled down to pick it up. your breathe caught - he was so close to you and boy did he look good on his knees. you bit your lip and tried to look away. 

he stood up, now him towering over you. “turn around.” he said softly as he undid the clasp with a certain ease. 

you followed directions immediately and rafe had to bite his lip to keep from groaning - you had listened. he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking if you’d be like that in bed. 

“i won’t look. promise.” he mumbled and handing you the now open top. 

you blushed again, wishing he wanted to look. 

you secured it on but there was still the issue of the clasp. “can you help me again?” you asked quietly. 

rafe grinned and brushed your hair to one side of your shoulder, “course i can, sweetheart.”

sweetheart. one word that made your knees almost buckle. you shivered a little when he touched your skin. 

once the swimsuit was secured, you turned around and smiled at him, “thank you.” you got on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. 

slightly embarrassed still, your feet fell flat to the ground and you looked down.

rafe leant down to your ear and whispered, “don’t be ashamed. you’re fucking gorgeous.”

that certainly didn’t help the flush you were already feeling. you bit your lip and rafe's hand went to cup your cheek. he tilted your chin up so you were looking at him and his thumb grazed your lower lip. 

you gasped slightly and opened your mouth. “rafe, i-uh-“ you couldn’t speak. your thoughts a jumbled mess. 

his thumb then ever so subtly slid into your mouth and grazed your bottom teeth. 

you sucked in a breath and he smiled then saying, “i’ll see you at the party, yeah?” 

all you could do was nod as his thumb grazed both your lips once more until he turned and walked away leaving your heart hammering. 

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[klipkillakai]

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thinking about dom!reader 🙃 18+ mdni

you softly hum the lyrics to the music playing in your headphones as you walk up the steps to your apartment, as you see your door get closer and closer you feel relaxation settle in your shoulders replacing the heavinesses from the day, you set the groceries you had been holding down and unlock the door.. you take a breath.. home.. your finally home, you throw your keys in the chipped bowl by your door and kick off your boots letting your toes spread out from the restriction of the stiff leather..

still letting the music play in your ears you don’t notice the soft whimpers and low moans coming from your room..

he heard you come in and that sent shivers down his spine, he knows what’ll happen when he finally gets caught and that makes him throb, he’s so pathetic :( visions of you whispering praises in his ear flash through his mind and he flushes.. he’s just counting down the seconds until-

“baby ?” you look at the sight infront of you, your sweet boyfriend, desperately rutting against his hand, mouth slightly agape and a whimpering mess :( aw you almost feel bad for him.. that quickly goes away when you remember you’ve explicitly told him not to do anything while your away.. you softly shake your head knowing you’ll have to punish him..

you crack a small smile “what are you doing sweet boy?” you mumble in your soft endearing voice, intertwined with false sympathy, he whimpers “i couldn’t wait” he whines, his hand still pumping up and down his cock.. “i can see that” you hum and you softly sit on the bed next to him, you raise your hand to softly push away the sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and you press and small kiss in the center..

“ does it feel good?” you ask, your eyes slowly slipping towards his.. “n-not as good as when you do it”… “aw” you say with a smile and you slide your hand down his chest and slowly traveling lower and lower.. until you replace his hand with yours.. “let me do it okay?” you whispers and press a small kiss on his lips..

he nods quickly, his breath picking up, you admire his body.. he’s so cute you think, as much as your mad at him, you live for this..

you slowly start to pump your hand, up and down, up and down, and he melts in your arms, you shift your position, letting his head fall against your chest and your reach over him, you gently squeeze his cock at the base and you look down and watch his expressions.. how pretty you think.. you start to go faster, precum starts to form at the tip and you use that as lube, allowing your hand to glide easier… sensual and languid noises fill the room, his soft moans and heavy breaths and your low coos

“ your doing so good for me baby” you hum and he moans starting to rut his hips upwards into your hand, you loosen your grip to mess with him and he whimpers out a “please” you smile and you just look down at him “you should’ve listened to me.. your always so good for me baby, all you had to do was wait..”

“ i know.. i- i know, i just started to think about you and-”

you start to move your hand again and whisper a “shhh.. i don’t care” you say with a small condescending frown and speed up your pace.. “you better not cum” you say.. feeling his cock throb in your hand.. you start to focus on his tip.. doing fast circular movements around it with your hand and you watch him like a hawk, looking for any indication that’s about to cum so you can stop immediately..

after a few minutes of slowly torturing him he’s a mess, you can barely touch him now without him being nearly sent over the edge, just how you want him.. “i just want to cum.. please let me cum.. please” he pleads and whines.. “have you learned your lesson” you ask “yes! yes i have please, i promise i won’t do it again” you both know that’s a lie.. but you accept it.. “okay sweet boy” and he sighs with relief..

you get up from the bed and you undress infront of him, slowly sliding down your jeans to reveal your pink lacy panties with a small bow in the center, you watch him the whole time you undress, you love watching his expressions, they’re more interesting than any painting in a museum.. you take off your white top revealing the matching bra and you climb back on the bed and on top of him..

you straddle him and his hands immediately land on your waist, you slip your panties to the side and a string of your slick goes with it, you slowly grind against his cock, not yet putting it in, just teasing him for these last few seconds knowing he won’t last very long :( his grip on your waist tightens and his head falls back against your pillows.. you lean forward and kiss a trail down from his jaw to his neck.. “missed you all day” you say sweetly.. and as you place one last kiss on his chest you let him slip inside you and you both moan.. you sit up and begin to ride him, your nails scratching down his chest as you pick up your pace..

“oh my god” you moan, feeling yourself stretch around him, you feel his thumbs caress your tummy and you shiver, aw you both needed each other so bad :(

your thighs burn as you pick yourself up and down, up and down on his cock, but it’s worth it, seeing his face and hearing his moans :( and it feels so so good, it feels like warm honey slowly flowing down over you.. you can barely contain yourself, you as much of a mess as he is..

“you feel so good” you whimper and you go as fast you can, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with the heavy breaths you both let out..

he whimpers, he loves praise.. he loves your praise, he lives for it

“t-thank you my love” he says.. “i’m gonna cum” he whines and you nod, “that’s okay baby, me too” and few more seconds later you both let go, mouths agape and shocked breaths are released, your thighs shake and your ears rings, his cock twitches and his toes curl and you feel the warmth of his cum flow inside you..

you whimper and slowly pull yourself off his cock and collapse on the bed next to him, he leans towards you and you embrace him, softly massaging his scalp and kissing his head, “you did so good for me” you coo.. “so so good, sweet boy” and you continue to flutter small kisses all over his face..

“thank you” he whispers “your so good to me”….

|a/n|

this was a special request, enjoy :)

[crookedteethed]

Heyy on your Rafe nsfw abcs you mentioned Rafe and r having a quickie at midsummers 😭 curious to know what all went down

Heyyy!! Thanks sm for the request, and I hope you enjoy the fic. <3

Warnings: 18+ semi-public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Jealous!Rafe, Possessive!Rafe, dub con(?) mentions of violence, angst, fem reader

(the post they're referring to: here )

Rafe liked the way the heel in your stilettos raised the ball of your foot. Streamlined and pointed, their shape is in line with the elegant leg-lengthening effect that they give you, causing you to appear much taller than you were.

The stilettos also had an effect that made you have a sudden flair of sexiness and confidence that (unbeknownst to you) had Rafe seething and wondering if you knew just what these effects had on not only Rafe but the other men attending Midsummers.

Rafe also liked the way your tight-fitted slip dress left little to imagine about your body in his mind. Though, he wished you had gone with the all-black thong instead of the bright pink thong with the star on its mound—the thin bright pink was starting to show through your white dress. 

Of course, Rafe marveled at the sight of your hot pink thong bleeding through your dress, but it was always that nagging thought in his head that said: the other men, the other men are watching. That instantly turned Rafe off. 

Either his nagging jealousy problems were causing him trouble, or everyone else around him having fun besides him. Ward and Rose are laughing and toasting it up with Ward's work colleagues, Wheezie is in the corner dancing with her friends, Sarah is secretly taking shots with Topper, and you are being pulled onto the dance floor by two of your friends.

And here Rafe was, downing his third shot, leaning against a wall, watching you like a hawk.

He should've been happy. 

This was his first year coming to Midsummer's with a date that wasn't one of Ward's big-haired coochie colleagues' daughters or some slut who let him in her panties once or twice. 

He was supposed to be here with you, but there you were, getting ogled and preyed on by gross (old and young) men. And if it weren't for your stupid, stupid friends dragging you onto the dance floor, Rafe wouldn't be looking at you swaying your body in a sensual movement as Usher's Yeah! started to play. 

And if you weren't swaying your body in the center of the dance floor, then Rafe wouldn't have noticed that shit-pouge waiter ogling at your curves.

Shouldn't he be working? Rafe thought.

Who gave that pouge the right to look at his girl? Better yet, who gave any of these shits the right to look at his girl? Kook or pouge, they didn't have the right to look at you--not in the way they did.

Rafe begins stalking towards the waiter, ready to pluck out his eyes, just when he hears you calling his name.

"Rafe!!" You call out, motioning him to join you on the dance floor.

Rafe stops in his tracks, watching you watch him; he then starts walking towards you, most of his anger tarnishing.

Ok, so he'll get back with that waiter later, get him fired or something.

"Come." You say, putting your hand in his. "Dance with me."

Rafe kept that stoic look on his face as you and your friends danced around him. He saw the same waiter looking at you again, and that's when Rafe told you:

"Let's go."

His tone is very assertive, analogous to your parents putting you in time out after you've been bad.

"What?" you say, worried.

Rafe's heavy hands grip your forearm and drag you from the dance floor.

Rafe didn't care.

He didn't care about your friends calling your name or the worrisome stare you gave him. He didn't care at all.

"Rafe, baby, please tell me what's wrong." you say, your footsteps becoming maladroit as you walk under Rafe's guide.

Rafe didn't say anything, so you didn't say anything afterward, knowing to remain silent when he gets like this.

You were shocked to see that Rafe had brought you to the men's bathroom, and Rafe was even surprised himself.

He looked around the spacious bathroom, letting you go for a second to look on the other side of the divided room.

When he comes back he says: "Come on, get in there." while harshly grabbing your forearm again and lightly dragging you into the last stall to the right.

Rafe had a funny feeling brewing in his stomach as he pushed your front against the bathroom stall's cold tile walls and unbuckled the belt holding up his slacks. It was as if he was mad at you, but how could he be?

You, in particular, hadn't done anything to provoke him; those slimy men looking at you provoked him. Of course, he wanted to take his anger out on the waiter and the other men, but why you, too?

As Rafe hitched up your dress to bunch around your waist, you felt the sudden cool breeze pierce the skin of your ass.

He marveled at the sight of your hot pink thong, fucking finally. Biting his bottom lip at the skimpy fabric snugged between your ass cheeks.

"Rafe." you moaned, detesting in the anticipation.

"Shut up." he tells you, pushing your face into the wall.

Just after, Rafe index finger dug the string from your ass, and gently pushed it aside.

His belt buckle clacks quickly, and you hear his pants and underwear being pushed down to his ankles. You try to catch a glimpse of him, but Rafe's hand is splayed across your head and your cheek is again meshed with the cold tile.

Rafe's rage was radiating from his body, and you could feel it (it being his tip) teasing the flesh of your ass. You wondered what you had done this time, beginning to feel Rafe's length—all 7.1 inches of it—push inside your tight cunt, stopping you in your tracks.

An elongated shrill escapes your pouty lips, like the sound of a person getting stabbed in the back with a knife and letting the knife twist the bone, but to you at that moment, that's exactly what Rafe's cock felt like.

Like you just had an iron-hot poker thrust through your gut--repeatedly.

Your slick feels the silence, along with you and Rafe's grunts and pleas, but mainly the filthy squelching sound that manifested itself from each time Rafe's cock plummeted in and out of your cunt.

For a second, Rafe takes his eyes off your plump ass and looks at you for the first time during this fuck. Your legs are weak and nearly buckling, your makeup smudging on the tile wall due to the tears that strain from your eyes, and you had a tight grip held onto the metal accessibility rail bolted into the wall.

He'd gotten a feeling of guilt wash over his body, a sense that he predicted that would prevent him from cumming.

Here he was, with the finest girl on figure eight, fucking her in the bathroom stall like she was a slut.

What if, after this, you decide to break up with him?

or worst

You break up with him and decide to date that loser waiter pouge or any of the men out there ogling you, find someone who can treat you better.

Rafe slowly pulls himself out of you. You pout at the feeling of emptiness inside you, but your insides feel relieved.

There's a dull silence for a second, during which Rafe turns you around and brings your pouty lips to his in an everlasting kiss that almost turns you both into jelly.

You swear that after the kiss, Rafe says, "I'm sorry." But, before you can say anything more, words die on lips as he gives you another mouth-watering kiss, wraps your leg around his waist, and starts to fuck you again—this time slowly—leaving you speechless with the realization that he's the only man who gets to treat you this way.

[fictionalmenxyn]

☼𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☼

Pairing: Rafe x cargirl!reader

Warnings: language (mentioned once) inappropriate/suggestive talking, making out and Rafe slaps your ass once (also I haven’t got the best of car knowledge I know car model names but nothing to do with the insides of the cars 😭😭)

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You pulled up to the country club parking lot, parking you finally finished project. You held a proud smile to your face ever since you finished your car, so almost four hours. You got out of your car, taking a quick picture and sending it to Rafe with the caption ‘outside and waiting 😁’ he quickly replied ‘we’re on our way rn!’

Soon enough emerging from the entrance of the country club. Rafe, Topper and Kelce appeared. You jog over and practically leap into Rafe’s arms. He smiles and pecks your lips “hey baby, let’s check out this car.” You grabbed his hand and guided the three of them over to your newly modified Toyota GT86. It was hardly feminine compared to your friend’s cars. But you didn’t car. You were into cars since you were a child. Your father/mother took you to car shows as much as possible. Also taking you to nascar and drag races whenever they were near enough to drive or fly a short flight.

You were forever grateful for the money you and your family had. Being able to modify a car costed a lot. But you could afford it and not have damaged wallets.

You motioned to the car “her she is!” Kelce let out a low whistle “Damn, Y/n, nice whip you go here” Kelce ran his hand over the hood.

Your car was eye candy to them. A stone grey Toyota GT86. Small but sleek spoiler on the back. A nice sounding exhaust on the back. The interior had LED inside, along with a small screen to use for music and other things. The black leather seats all new and fresh.

Rafe spoke “sweet car, baby” you smile “thanks, take a look inside, then you can pop the hood and take a look at my work.” You smiled proudly. Rafe opened the car door and sat in the drivers seat. He twisted the keys in the ignition and you all heard the engine come to life. The exhaust roars and crackles then muffles. The boys were ecstatic. Topper sat in the passenger seat as Kelce leaned over and looked inside the car “gotta say, Y/n, this look amazing since I last saw it.”

You laughed “maybe it’s because the last time you saw it, it was gutted out and completely bare??” He smirked “fair point, but still… looks great now.”

Rafe reached under the steering wheel and pulled the small lever to pop the hood. You smile and stuck your small fingers under the hood and lifted it up; putting the stand under the hook.

The boys all walked around and stood next to you, looking at the insides of the car. “Jesus, Y/n, got some gear in here, eh?” You smiled at Topper’s comment. “Only the best of the best, you know how I am with cars.”

Rafe put his hand on your hip as he leaned over and took a closer look “damn, babe, you got some serious engine right here.” You nodded “thanks, that took the longest, my dad and I took like… one hour? Just to get the engine in.” Topper let out a low whistle.

Rafe walked over to the back and open one of the back doors and looked at the backseats. Kelce grinned “what you looking for? Room to fu-” “shut up Kelce!” You smirked at Rafe’s quick interjection.

You hung out with the guys at the country club after they took a look at your car.

And yes the boys did ask for a ride home, and yes, you did let them.

You got into the drivers seat and buckled up. You turn the keys in the ignition and the car roared to life once again. Rafe sat in the passenger, Top and Kelce sat in the back. You put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Rafe leaned back into the leather seat and sighed. He turned his head to look at you as you kept your eyes in the road.

He thought it was so hot, his girl, driving a modified sporty car. Not some pretty little fiat 500 like most girls your age does. He liked that about you, you wouldn’t expect it from him. But he loved it about you.

Seeing you behind the wheel, looking smaller than you would in a fiat 500. He was also grateful that you had knowledge of cars. His legs would’ve been crushed every time in your car if you liked smaller cars.

He smirked “hey, y/n/n? You still staying over tonight?” You nodded as you stopped at the red light “yeah, why?” “Can we go on a late night dr-” “yep” he smiled to himself as he turned to look out the windshield.

Topper and Kelce talked with you as you continued to drive. You eventually dropped both of the guys off, leaving you and Rafe alone.

The car was in a comfortable silence, Rafe’s hand was on your thigh the whole car ride. His cold rings against your hot tan skin as you wore your shorts. He grinned to himself. You could see him in the corner of your eye “babe? Why’re you smiling like that?”

“Just thinking of ways to break in the car”

You rolled your eyes knowing his head was way too far in the gutter as he had been smiling to himself for more than five minutes.

“You seriously wanna do it in here? Your truck is bigger.”

“So? It’s cooler in here.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Am I laughing, princess?”

You saw him lean forward in his seat and tapped his fingers against the small screen on your dashboard. You raised an eyebrow when you saw him put google maps up. “What’re you doing?”

“Just drive there, it’s our spot…”

“You better pay for McDonald’s if you make a mess in my new car…”

“Oh I’ll buy whatever you want, baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes, but still drove to your spot. You parked up, Rafe wasted no time. He crashed his lips into yours as if he hadn’t seen you in months, even if it’s only been a few hours. Both of your lips moved in sync. Rafe was quickly asking for entry when he slid his tongue against your bottom lip, you accepted. His hands were quick to grab at your clothes and remove them, he grinned “backseat, baby, c’mon..” as you leaned on the console to climb into the back. You felt a sharp sting as Rafe connected his hand to your ass cheek. The things that boy made you feel… HMM…

Yep, you broke in your new car…

And yes, he did buy you both food after. Then had another round in his room later that evening… the man had needs. Like always… he had your eyes rolling… for both reasons…

Have a good day/night all! 🫶

[bunnyrafe]

kind of in love with the idea of ff bf!rafe making references to older movies ‘n shows and soft pogue!reader genuinely having no goddamn clue what he’s talking about.

[unitcd]

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"There's no fucking way that you actually think that." Rafe shales his head, trying to keep himself calm when he really just wants to blow up. "WHY would you believe that shit when I'm telling you to your face that I've never touched that?"

@indiestarter

[maiiuelle]

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you and rafe spend the majority of your time together at tannyhill. it just makes more sense, his house is bigger, usually vacant, and void of your father, who has plenty of choice words about your new rich boyfriend. but today is different, your dad is out investigating a break in on the opposite side of the island, and your mom disappeared off to the golf club hours ago. it’s the perfect opportunity to sneak rafe in.

“come on, come on! you’re gonna love my room.” you hug rafe’s arm, tugging on him excitedly. a smirk pulls at his cheeks, finding your eagerness adorable.

“alright, m’coming — gonna pull my damn arm off.”

you push open the door, revealing your cozy bedroom. there’s a big window overlooking the street with a vintage bench shoved underneath for your nighttime reading. a soft white rug sprawls over almost the entire hardwood floor, and your vanity sits next to the door, expensive makeup products and gold jewelry cluttering the surface. on the opposite wall is your overflowing bookshelf, your nightstand with your record player, a warm floor lamp, and your giant bed that sits in the center. it has pink floral sheets, white fluffy pillows, and a wide-eyed siamese cat sitting in the middle.

“oh! this is simon.” you introduce your kitty proudly. you didn’t expect him to be out, usually hidden away somewhere the second someone new steps foot in the house. in hopes he’ll stick around, you sit down gently on the bed beside him to run your fingers through his white fur. "he's a little shy."

“shy? fur-ball looks like he wants to eat me.” rafe raises an eyebrow at him, pacing closer. the little kitty’s eyes widen and his ears go back, rafe’s looming height too intimidating too fast — he’s quick to abandon the bed, hiding underneath as usual.

“rafe!” you whine, all hopes of friendship between the two of them lost immediately. you cross your arms dramatically, pouting. “gotta be slow — gentle. he’s sensitive!”

“yeah, yeah. i’m sure he’s just fine, babe.” he brushes it off in the moment but seems to take your words into consideration. later, when he’s lying half asleep in your pink sheets with you curled up beside him, the siamese cat hops back up on the bed, landing right in rafe’s lap. it surprises both of them, the cat probably forgetting he was even there. you don’t notice a thing, already out cold, lulled to sleep in rafe’s arms.

the two just stare at each other for a second, neither really sure what to do. in a moment of bravery, simon sniffs around the comforter and even rafe’s ringed hand, still unsure but suddenly not as skittish. he finds a dip in the blankets, and eyes rafe suspiciously before finally curling up between the two of you. “hm, m’not so bad now, huh?” rafe’s sleepy, gravely voice is soft, and he slowly brings his free hand to brush through the purring kitty’s soft fur.

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[1-800-imagines]

drunk texts part 3 | r.c.

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cw: violence, mentions of past abuse

to say you were worried about what was about to happen would be a huge understatement. with rafe gone, your anxiety grew by the minute, your heart hammering.

since your white shirt had been ruined by fucking jungle juice of all things, you had put rafe’s shirt on and then put yours on the ground.

his shirt was huge on you and covered your shorts. but as you were lost in your own thoughts you hadn't noticed someone approaching.

but then you heard his voice. and not the voice you wanted to hear. it was blake's. your head snapped towards him.

he looked at you and registered what you were wearing. with a sarcastic laugh tinged with a deep bitterness in it, he snapped, “oh so NOW you think you can whore it up with rafe?”

your breathe caught, despite hating him, you still felt the need to justify all your actions and tell him that it wasn’t like that, “no, it’s not. my shirt.” you were stumbling on your words and pointing to your stained tank top on the ground which looked even more incriminating at this point. 

he stalked closer to you, “you think i’m gonna believe a slut like you?” his hand moved to your jaw and squeezed it. tears welled in your eyes. memories of him holding you in that position during fights surged your memory.

but little did you know, rafe wasn’t far behind blake and he was hot on his trail. rafe had gone looking for him but saw blake leave the crowd as he had already spotted you.

“hey asshole, take your fucking hands off her.” rafe shouted, grabbing blake’s shoulder to turn him around. 

before you could comprehend what was happening, as soon as blake turned to face rafe, rafe punched blake in the square in the face, causing a loud crack. 

you stood entirely still, scared to move. rafe grabbed blake by the collar of his shirt, “leave her alone, from now on.” he shoved blake away from him, blake's nose bleeding heavily.

"you could've broken my fucking nose bro!" blake shouted.

"yeah and that'll be the least of your fucking problems if you lay another hand on her. you get me, bro?" rafe's voice was laced with venom.

blake threw his hands up and backed away, "whatever you say man, not like i wanted that crazy bitch anyway."

those words punched you in the gut and you let out the smallest gasp, rafe clenched his fist and was about to hit him again but you caught his arm. "not worth it, please." you whispered softly.

as soon as he realized it was you touching him, his body relaxed slightly. blake took the opportunity to high tail it out of there. rafe turned to you and frowned. “you okay?” he whispered, touching your cheek that was still slightly red from blake’s grasp. 

you nodded and looked at his hand that you were holding, “you’re bleedin, rafe.” you took his hand in yours and grabbed your shirt off the ground, wrapping it around the fist that had protected you. “thank you,” you whispered, "you didn't have to do that for me". 

“don’t thank me sweetheart. you don’t deserve that shit. blake never deserved you in the first place. no one will ever be good enough.” his non-injured hand moved a piece of hair behind your ear, “don’t forget what you’re worth.”

you were shaking from the encounter. rafe noticed immediately. “do you wanna get out of here?” he asked softly.

you nodded too eagerly so he said, “go tell your ride you’re leaving so your friends don’t worry about you. i know sarah will be worried. i’ll be right here.” you hesitated, looking back towards the crowd where blake was. rafe, sensing your hesitation added, “i’ll wait right here for you. keep my eyes on you the whole time.” with that reassurance from him, you wandered into the crowd to find pope.

your eyes met blake’s and he scowled at you, then making it very obvious that he was enjoying what was now happening to him. there was a random girl grinding on him, dancing.

pope wasn’t far and when you walked up to him, he immediately asked you, “are you okay?”

“yeah, some shit happened with blake. i’m gonna leave.” you said softly.

“let me drive you.” pope insisted.

you shook your head, “no it’s okay. i got a ride. let the others know so they don’t worry? i’ll see you back at the chateau tomorrow.”

pope sighed, “of course. be careful.”

you smiled back at pope and made your way back to rafe. “everything good?” he asked.

“yeah, i told pope to relay the message. let’s go please.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

he slipped his non-injured hand into yours and led you to where he had parked his truck.

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Just discovered your blog and the startlet reader fic was amazing, I can totally see that becoming a series!!! Idk if you're into it but can I request an even darker fic related to that one shot, where producer!rafe does take her in as his own, but he's really mean and toxic to her?

Hope you have a good day 💗💗

A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request! 💕 I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Producer! Rafe fic, and I hope you have an even better day!! producer!rafe is literally the king of mind fucking reader in this 😭

Pairing: pornproducer!rafecameron x starlet!reader

Warnings: 18+ Oral (male receiving) + (mentions of fem receiving) con-non-con, drug usage, cursing, Rafe slaps reader with his dick, praise kink, power imbalance, Possessive!Rafe, reader is a p*rnstar, Rafe is a delulu asshole, slut shaming, low-key I think Rafe likes seeing reader have sex with other men but want to shame her for it : (

As your male co-star's plump lips encircled your swollen bud, you couldn't help but feel unease at the ominous gaze that appeared to track your every move, the gaze belonging to Rafe Cameron.

Rafe's intense body language clearly communicated frustration and anger, creating an intimidating presence on set. His cerulean eyes turned dark, and his puffed-out chest conveyed a sense of power and dominance, making it clear that he was not to be crossed. 

You didn't know what you were doing wrong. 

Could I be too lifeless? you think, leading you to arch your back from your co-star's touch, run your hands through his perfect Ken doll hair, and tell him, "How amazing this feels." This then prompted Rafe to call it "cut."

You were given a silk bathrobe to use as a cover, and a water bottle was offered to you before you departed the set, designed to resemble a feminine bedroom's interior.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stumbled upon Rafe, sitting on the couch in your trailer--doing a line of coke on the porcelain heart-shaped tray you brought from home. 

More so shocked to see him doing lines, not shocked to see him inside your trailer because he was always sniffing around your trailer and seeing what you were up to between breaks. 

You're the first to speak: 

"Whatever it is I'm doing wrong, I swear I'll do better on the next take, please don't fire me." 

The bustling nerves, the bright lights, and the presence of the camera all contributed to your performance feeling surreal in the moment. Now, as you stand before a visibly and deeply disappointed Rafe, you can understand why he appeared so frustrated.

Rafe scoffs. And through hooded eyes, he cuts another line with the credit card in his hand before he goes nose-first into the white powder. 

"I bet you fucking like that shit." he sniffs. 

The sensation of tiny insects crawling on your skin commenced, and before you had the chance to inquire, a response was already pouring out of Rafe's mouth: 

"You like having him fuck you." He spits. 

You were confused, to say the least, because when it came to your films, Rafe had a preference for only allowing oral activities rather than penetrative sex due to his belief that "Pretty girls don't do disgusting things."

"Rafe what are you talking ab--" The limited confines of your trailer emphasize Rafe's larger stature as he rises, interrupting your interaction.

"Fucking come here." He snatches your forearm in a bruising grip, hurling you onto the couch. 

He looms over you, his powerful physique obstructing any chance of you moving.

"Rafe, please--," you say, squirming as he forcefully removes your bathrobe, his strong hand then trailing down to cup your cunt. He seizes control of your body. 

"You're wet." He states. "You're fucking wet." He says again, this time with a laugh that lacks genuine amusement. 

"God, you're such a slut." He says, his calloused fingers cradling the edge of your chin, tilting your head up so his cerulean color eyes meet your glossy ones. 

"Always wanting it." he says insincerely. "That's why you really wanted to become a 'star', not because of fame, but because you always want your pretty hole dicked down." He spits. 

"No, I swear." You whimper.

Rafe's thumb wipes the tears that fall from the apple of your cheek, and he fakes a pout. 

"Somehow, I don't believe you." He says in a phony whimper that sounds similar to yours. 

"Y'know I can have you fired for some shit like this?" He says, back in his tantalizing tone. 

"Please Don't--" you choke over a sob. 

"I can fucking blackball your ass, make sure no one sees your name in the big spotlights." 

You were so close to achieving fame, with it practically within your grasp, your fingers nearly grazing the prize, only for it to be taken away at the last moment.

"Rafe, I swear I'll do better. Please don't do this to me," you say between choked cries. You start to forget what the dispute is about, but all you know is that your career is in jeopardy, and you must do anything to protect it. 

"Prove it to me," Rafe says. His favorite four words. "Prove to me you'll do better."

His blown-out eyes motioned down to his bulging cock. 

You blink slowly at him. 

His hand once cradled your chin, then yanks on your hair. 

Hastily, your trembling fingers work to undo his belt, your slender digits encircling the sturdy leather.

The moment your fingers unfastened his belt and tugged on the waistband of his jeans, Rafe's finger, still intertwined with your hair, pulled on it as he muttered impatiently, "Hurry up."

For the sake of your career, you obeyed Rafe's commands, freeing his hardened cock from the confinements of his briefs. 

Your body does that thing again when it goes against you, similar to what it did when your co-star was eating you out; your mouth waters at the sight of Rafe's hard pink cock. 

For one second, you look up at Rafe with wide, doe, teary eyes; it's a silent cry for help, hoping he sees your distraught state and thinks to himself that you could do no wrong. 

To your dismay, Rafe finds your pathetic look amusing, which only turns him on even more. With the movement of his pelvis, he uses his reddened—mushroomed—tip to slap your cheek lightly, snapping you back into the moment. 

Before putting him whole into your mouth, you slide his cock in between your lips slowly, flicking your tongue under the head of his dick where it meets his shaft.

Rafe winces at the feeling your slobbery tongue, praising you about how much of a "good slut" you are.  This urges you to take him whole, his wet, girthy length sitting in your mouth, weighing down your tongue. Rafe again yanks your hair, whispering, "I thought I told you to hurry up." 

And with the same hand that previously yanked on your hair, Rafe guided your head in a fast-paced—throat-burning—motion—his dick now effortlessly sliding in and out your throat.

The girth of his member gradually penetrated deeper into the back of your mouth with each bob of his splayed hand.

As Rafe started thrusting his pelvis into you, the sound of your strained throat was the sole audible noise emanating from your trailer:

"glug, glug, glug."

Rafe mumbles something to you, something about how he'd be an idiot to let you go, not with a pussy and mouth like this. However, all you can focus on is the discomfort in your mouth, how Rafe's size grows with each movement, and how you keep pressing your nails into Rafe's exposed thighs because you feel like you're struggling to breathe.

Your body was filled with conflicting sensations, pleasure, and discomfort. The burning in your throat and the soreness in your mouth were reminders of the intensity of the encounter. Yet, amidst the physical pain, an undeniable pleasure coursed through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Which causes you to moan when Rafe announces that he is about to cum. 

You felt your eyes start to water as you gagged around him, your throat tightening. Rafe's grip tightened, his thrusts more intense as he came, his orgasm ripping through him. You continued to swallow around him, your throat burning and sore as he finished.

"Swallow it." He spits at you, his warm, thick seeds sludge down your gullet. 

This wouldn't be the first time Rafe came inside of you, so you happily swallowed his cum, opening your mouth wide to him to show your proof. 

"What did I tell you, always fucking wanting it." He smirks at you as he fixes himself. You wipe the drool and caress your draw as he does so. 

Then, to your surprise, Rafe takes your jaw in his fingers again and brings you into a passionate, sloppy kiss--tongue and all. 

"You do know that you're my favorite girl, right?" He says, a boyish smile tugged on his lips. "My star girl." 

The sudden change in Rafe's behavior left you feeling conflicted and uncertain. Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the situation, questioning your desires and boundaries. It was a stark reminder of the complexity of human emotions and the blurred lines between pleasure and discomfort.

"So you're not going to get rid of me?" you squeak.

"Baby, I'm never letting you go; you're stuck with me." He says this in a lighthearted manner, but his words hold a much more profound significance than they may initially appear.

But who really has time to dissect every word Rafe says? After all, your career was saved, and you had nothing to fret about anymore. 

So, as you and Rafe walked back to set, Rafe's arm wrapped around your side, you had to regain your composure quickly and smile as if you could do the take all over again.

You knew you had to stay in character, and your reaction had to be perfect. You had to ensure Rafe was satisfied with the result and that you would remain a star, whatever it may take.

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Rewatching OBX and Barry ABSOLUTELY heard that Rafe was gonna have to leave and decided that turning him in and having him trapped on the island would be better than losing him— like 1000%.

I don’t think he even knew that the cops were actually out for Rafe until that conversation, he just heard he’d have to leave him and decided he couldn’t just say “please don’t go” and had to turn him in instead lol

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Said fuck it and started another WoT rewatch, and I’m sorry, the first full shot of the show is just *Rosamund Pike’s shoulder blades.* You cannot tell me they did not know exactly what they were doing.

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“We could do that you know?” There’s a thread of light breaking the horizon, the dark sky beginning to change. “Get married if everything else fails.”

“Sorry can’t do that,” Kiara clicks her tongue, “already made one.”

“You made a marriage pact without me?” Rafe leans back to stare at her in offense, his mouth hanging open a little. “With who?”

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