#outer banks thoughts

[eternalbuckley]

rafe cameron was someone who would always be seen as the big grumpy, insane and bad person. you knew what he did to others, you didn’t support his acts and he knew that. rafe tried to be a better man, for you. sometimes it was easier, sometimes it was harder. but he was sure about one thing: he loved you. in his own ways of defining love. he wasn’t a soft man but there were moments were he showed his soft side, only for you. when you were alone together, in peace. times were he could just shut off his mind and focus on you. his problems would been forgotten, you were the only thing that existed in these moments. from leaves kisses on your forehead, hugging you from behind, making you giggle or cuddling with you in the mornings after you woke up. he couldn’t get enough of you. seeing your smile was enough for him to keep going. he even learned how to make your favourite food, wether it was baking or cooking. he learned it, so he could make it for you. even if he didn’t have to. after seeing how happy you were the first time he made it, he swore to himself to do it more often.

"nah-uh," he would tell you, softly swatting your hands away. you wanted to help him cooking/baking but he didn’t allow that, "you‘re gonna go, be beautiful like always and do whatever you want, baby. the kitchen is my place now." rafe shoved you out of the kitchen and wanted to go back to focusing on cooking/baking the meal.

you playfully rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek. you could swear that you saw a slight blush creeping on his cheeks, not that he would admit that anyway. every time you two had these moments together you thought about the first time you met him. you could have never thought that rafe could have such a side in himself but after all you awakened the good parts of him and showed him that you cared about him, despite the things he‘s done. he was yours and you were his.

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[rafeysdoll]

Bsf Rafe convincing reader that it’s normal to hump on him through his pants cus his just helping out a friend!! Plus y’all are wearing clothes

wanna state since i know im gonna receive hate lol— that reader does know what sex/sexual things are!! hence why she’s also able to tell rafe she’s horny in the first place. i’m not writing a reader that doesn’t know what sexual things are, she clearly does lol

“w-we’re fine, okay? fine. almost all close friends do this. ‘ts completely normal,” rafe nudges, squeezing your bum lightly as you continue dragging yourself back and forth. tiny gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. “it’s not like we’re having sex, you still got your panties on.” your best friend states rather obviously, tugging on the straps of your lacy, sticky underwear.

“promise.. promise nothing’s gonna change?” you mewl, dry humping his bulge, hands placed on rafe’s chest for support. “i promise, just wanna help you.. said you were horny right? it’s uh… a good thing you came to me. other guys would just — just be ruthless on you, y’know? use you and shit.”

you hum, still rubbing your clothed cunt against him, the roughness of his pants making you flustered and barely able to grasp any real attention for what he's talking about. “feels good, rafey.”

“yea, i know, can go faster than that though baby come on.” he urges, placing his hands on your waist and helping you move at a faster speed, groaning at the friction.

he had half a mind to just rip you both out of your clothes and pound you into your bed, tell you he couldn't help himself as ruts inside your hole.

but he clenches his fist and holds back. what a gentleman.

“yeah there you go, feels even better now dont it?” “so, soo much better.. you- you always know what's best, rafey." you mewl, letting out the prettiest noises as you keep on your movements, rafe’s cock jumping underneath the fabric.

“why.. why dont you come and give me a kiss? for thanks?” he questions, puckering his lips slightly. when you freeze just a bit, rafe catches on and helps you rub against him again, quickly sending you back into your haze.

“o..okay,” you whisper, leaning forward to give a him a wet kiss, somehow even more nervous at your locked lips than how you were humping him like you would a pillow.

but it was so sweet, his surprisingly soft lips against your glittery ones.

who could blame you for letting this happen a few more times? you were best friends, after all — you did everything together.

[ribbonprincess]

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thinking about Rafe finally knocking you up and taking you for a little vacation to the Bahamas house.

You're sitting in a reclined beachbed, sunglasses on the tip of your nose as your pretty black bikini hugs your new curves,tits basically spilling out of the material. "Rafey, help me with the sunscreen?" Looking over him as he stands up,squirting some of it in his palms before rubbing the product on your arms and chest,making sure to leather your round belly.

"hi little angel" He mumbles,pressing a kiss to the stretched skin receiving a tiny kick against his cheek. "she loves you already..." "yeah,of course she does- she got the best dad" Smiling as you run a hand over the prickly hair on his head,you sigh.

"can I have some water,please? I'm thirsty" "water for the mama" Bringing the bottle up to your lips as he tilts your head back,helping you drink before closing the bottle and putting on the tiny table between the bed chair. "thank you" Smiling Rafe returns to his chair,fixing his sunglasses before rubbing at your belly again "I wanna go shopping later,get some cute clothes" "yeah...I like that"

[gardengirl222]

giving bf!rafe a fashion show while cleaning out your closet! ⊹ 𐦍༘.⊹ᥫ᭡

as rafe sat on the floor folding your clothes into piles neatly, one for keeping, for giving away, and for selling, you continued to pull out clothes on hangers to try on and convince rafe you need to keep them.

"and this one?" you walked in front of him to show off the sleeveless white flowy dress you had put on.

"i like that one, makes you look like a mermaid" he mumbles the last part with a slight smirk and you smile, satisfied, you pull out another outfit to show him. as you are putting the clothes on you hear a loud thump and you rush to to peek your head out to see what had happened.

"whadd'ia need all these shoes for!?" he huffs, holding a few boxes of expensive shoes, the rest scattered on the floor.

"careful! they go with different outfits...it's important! besides you've bought me at least half'ov these..." you bend down to start to pick up the fallen shoes.

"thats because you always tell me 'you have like no shoes'!!" he sasses and just then a pair of white manolo's falls from the pile in his arms.

"that's designer!! rafe baby put that down!" you squeal and run to grab clean towels to lay the shoes down on.

"that's a little much don't ya think?" he shakes his head watching you place the shoes on the towels. "you don't need all of these, you've gotta downsize, i say this all the time..." he helps you place the rest of the heels on the towels.

"fine...the little brown bebe heels and the candies wedges can go." you sigh and place your hands on your hips.

"atta girl, and what's that?" he says pointing to the outfit you were now wearing.

"its a shirt!" you smile and do a little pose.

"it looks like ya've had that since like the 6th grade!" he shakes his head "you lift your arms up, your tits are gonna pop out...nope, no way. that goes in the give away pile."

“nooo no! i love this one, its cute….its like a baby tee!” you pout.  

“yeah as in made for babies.” he rolls his eyes and manhandles you, getting your arms up so he can take it off you.

“well can i at least save it, for our babies?” you say as he tosses the shirt into the give away pile. 

 “i’ll buy our kids whatever when the time comes mkay?” he smirks softly and hands you another shirt to put on in the meantime, then he freezes.

 “what the fuck is that.” he points and then walks over to lift up the iridescent cheep fabric on the floor that was on top of the keep pile.

“its a sexy costume!" you smile innocently

"and where do you plan to wear this?" he holds it up against you almost to imagine what it would look like on.

"here i'll put it on..." you snatch it from him and go into the bathroom to change. "close your eyeeees!" you coo excitedly from inside the bathroom. rafe sighs and shuts his eyes dramatically as if you could see him.

"ohkay! you can look now." you smile and he opens his eyes to see you in a baby blue and pink sexy princess costume. "i'm a princess!" you smile sweetly and do a little turn.

"look at you baby, you are a princess...look so fucking hot in that." he whispers and runs his hands through his hair in shock and awe. "com'ere" he pulls you closer to him so he can inspect further. you continue to smile and look up at him through your lashes. "the skirt is detachable...comes off." you whisper, showing him how the little ribbons become loose.

"yeah? do the princess panties come off too?" he says picking you up and throwing you on the bed, attacking you with little wet kisses as you squeal and giggle. cleaning and sorting clothes left forgotten. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

 (swoon)

[moremaybank]

thinking about rafe cameron giving his girl booty rubs. his large palms aren't nearly enough to hold the ample amount of flesh in them. in fact, this is the one time where they're incapable of taking up all the space available. he kneads the doughy flesh with strong hands, pulling them apart so he can sneak a peak at your folds. the more he squeezes and plays with the full cheeks of your bum, the more arousal he watches seep out of your hole. he bites at the cheeks, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave prints behind on your soft skin. he sucks harshly enough to leave behind hickies, slaps them to watch the blood rise to your skin and turn your flesh crimson and raw. his cock grows against his pelvis as it's restrained by the cotton of his boxers, jumping and straining to be nestled in the snug comfort of your sopping walls. he watches with pride as you rut your hips against the mattress beneath you, trying to gain friction against your poor, neglected clit. you whine out for him, begging for him to stop dragging out the foreplay and just satisfy you the way only he knows how. but he denies you as if it's nothing to him. his thumbs string along the insides of your cheeks, each time creeping closer and closer of your pussy. he spreads your folds, watching more slick pool from you until your core looks like a glazed dessert laid out just for him. glistening, awaiting his arrival. he can smell your sweetness, his tastebuds salivating the more he thinks about feeling you coat his tongue. "so wet, angel..." he breathes, the pad of his thumb pushing into you just slightly. "you need daddy's cock that bad?" he rises onto his knees, shoving his boxers out of the way and drawing his cock out. he lines himself up with your entrance. "bet if i just slipped myself inside..." he murmured, narrating his actions as he sheathed himself into you. he hissed in content, closing his eyes as he wet his lips. his balls kissed your bum, and he was elated by the cries escaping you. "see that? yeah. soaked 'n tight 'cause my whore needs to be fucked until she's broken."

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[sparklymazzy]

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rafe hates fruity drinks. he hates their stupid names and how they always come out in the brightest colors with a tiny fruit on the side. the only reason he’d ever even think about one is if you’re drinking it. he cares about you so much, although he doesn’t like to admit that, so if you tell him you want a piña colada, he’s all over it. you could even get him to try it if you persuade him enough. when he finally tries it, he has to use his poker face to hide the fact that they actually do taste better than the expensive scotch he orders. he steals sips throughout the night when he’s sure nobody is looking as you hold back your giggles. when the two of you get home, rafe lets you shower first and you choose to use a lotion that you had left at his place. you come out of the bathroom. teasing him about his antics today, but he ignores you, asking why you smell so good. “oh, it’s just piña colada scented. your favorite.”

[ervotica]

thinkin about a hidden relationship w best friend’s brother!rafe — lol this is so unserious but i <3 rafe

perspiration clings to your every pore as you saunter into the kitchen with a swish of your hips, clad in a tiny triangular bikini that barely covers your peaked nipples. rafe cops an eyeful as you lift an arm to push your hair out of your face, scowling before he eats the space between you and presses his chest to your bare back.

“why you parading around in this shit, huh?” he rasps in your ear, a broad palm snaking down to palm at the globe of your ass. the sides of your boobs are visible, spilling from the sides of the flimsy material, every movement sending you closer to a nip slip. rafe curses his sister; if it weren’t for her, he’d have his way with you right over the kitchen counter.

“i’m tanning.” you roll your eyes as if it’s obvious, tipping back your head to take a long sip of water.

“slut,” he seethes.

“prick,” you trill back, a perky grin cracking your expression; he fights his own amused smile, pinching your exposed side until you squeal and leap away from him. you brush past him, every inch of your skin begging to be touched, groped with hands and teeth and lips.

“come back here,” he demands; you blow him a kiss as you make your way back to the pool to lounge with sarah, balancing a cap precariously on top of your head until loose wisps curl around your ears where they’re pressed flat to your temples. you wiggle your fingers through the open doorway in a taunt.

bending down, you set your drink down by the edge of the pool and before you can straighten yourself, a pair of warm hands grab at your sides, lifting you and spinning until you’re moved out of his path; your head spins. rafe grins, sticking his middle finger up in a gesture that has your nose crinkling in disdain even as heat prickles up your spine from his touch alone. sarah groans.

“stop bothering her, you perv!” she yells, and you dip your head to hide the flush that creeps over your neck and heats your cheeks. she rolls onto her stomach and lays down, eyes falling shut, and rafe takes the opportunity to sneak a filthy kiss, prying your lips open with his tongue and a set of rough digits clamping around your bared throat. his spit clings and stretches across your bottom lip as he pulls away.

“comin’ to my room later, princess?” he whispers; you shoo him away, flustered, but nod regardless.

“get outta here,” you giggle. he winks, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.

you wobble your way back over to sarah’s side, lightheaded. she scowls in her brother’s direction.

“he’s such a dickhead,” she murmurs. you snort and roll your eyes.

“tell me about it.”

[shellxrls]

MDNI | 18+ content cw: explicit sexual content - unprotected PinV

rafe cameron likes to hold you down while fucking you in missionary. his whole body moves with each thrust, abs clenching, back muscles rippling and his shoulders growing tense with pleasure. he’s got your ankles propped up on his broad shoulders, kissing your calves while repeating how good you’re being for him - “takin’ me so well baby.” the curve of his dick hits your sweet spot just right, and when you start to squirm he leans down to restrain you with his body weight, chest bare against your own as his sweat sticks to your skin and warms you. the closeness of it all overwhelms you, his skin sliding against your own, muscled pelvis hitting you clit every time he sheathes himself inside of you, and the squelch of your combined slick every time he pushes himself in deeper. your fingers scratch at his buzz, struggling to find purchase with the lack of give his short hair provided, while attempting to chase your hips upward for more friction on your clit. “not yet, gotta wait f’it,” rafe groans, planting sloppy kisses on the base of your neck, stimulating your most sensitive spots until he gives you permission to cum around him.

[hapinesbuterfiy]

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once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!

today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.

once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.

"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.

"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.

"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.

"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.

"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.

[cute-sucker]

EX HUSBAND RAFE HEADCANONS !!

ex-husband!rafe will continuously come to your house telling you it's only to check up on your baby girl

ex-husband!rafe will catch himself calling you sweetheart and honey, and them stop himself before it gets out of hand, iching his head and tilting his head in that endearing way

ex-husband!rafe is in tune with your cycle, and you swear the man knows the exact day to send you chocolate and sweet things to handle your sweet tooth

ex-husband!rafe will sleep on the couch with a sheepish smile, but then will soon later join you in your bed, cradling you in the way that made your breath catch whispering "what's the master bed for then, huh?"

ex-husband!rafe will know everything about your dating life/borderline which may seen creepy but somehow you know it's for your health and somehow you understand it all

ex-husband!rafe will let the goddamn pretentious expensive preschool know that his daughter is worth the world and the last thing they want to do is piss the cameron's off

ex-husband!rafe would find himself desperately cracking an inside in an attempt to reminisce about times before your split

ex-husband!rafe will still introduce you as his wife in business outings, a sharp smile on his face while his hand wanders possessively low at the small part of your back, and sometimes you liked how he took stake of what was his

ex-husband!rafe would always attend school events for their daughter, cheering their daughter at the soccer match, and making decisions over coffee

ex-husband!rafe would have you a new bouquet every single time he comes to your house- almost as if to make up for every single one he didn't give you when the two of you were together

ex-husband!rafe still glances at you in that way where dull sparks travel up into your heart, and you feel the testament of time and the feeling that you would never forget the imprint he has on your mind

ex-husband!rafe always compliments you, and sometimes he kisses your forehead, and when you're crying too hard he bundles you in his arms and tells you everything

ex-husband!rafe watches cheesy romance movies with you, both of your legs entwined, and he watches you during those rom coms all teary eyed and telling him it was the best time for romance

ex-husband!rafe lets you know everything that happens in his life, if it's for a little chat or a ride in his car- and his car? he still drives you everywhere. who knows the types of sickos there are in the world? that's what he says to say as he rants furiously

ex-husband!rafe is still the first emergency contact in your phone, and when you get in trouble - he's running to you, arms open to cradle you in his warmth. he always knows how to handle the situation

ex-husband!rafe starts baking for you, and sometimes he leaves a few cupcakes or muffins every single he comes. at this point you feel the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him every single time he cheekily leaves more loafs of bread for you

ex-husband!rafe loves your daughter and you to the moon and back, and he calls the two of you, "his girls," and you swear sometimes you feel your heart break when you see the wary look on his face

ex-husband!rafe always avoids the question regarding why you split up, because he sees the way hot tears well up in your eyes, and the way your hands shake underneath the table and the last time a bastard asked that question--rafe almost punched him in the face

ex-husband!rafe curses himself every single day for signing those papers and letting the best goddamn thing he ever had go.

[eternalbuckley]

rafe cameron who would be so cocky about being the one who is the one you are with, especially if you‘re the one that nobody ever got to be with. you always turned down everyone, even rafe in the beginning but still, it was him you want to be with. despite so many different people promising you to be the best one‘s you could get. despite them trying to tell you they‘re better than rafe. despite them trying to talk bad about rafe behind his back, knowing that it could end up being beaten up by rafe personally. rafe would be so proud to be your boyfriend. showering you in small, meaningful presents, gifting you your favourite flowers every day. showering you in kisses, hugging you from behind and making you laugh. having this soft spot for you and only you. showing everyone that he is yours and always will be yours. everybody knew that you‘ve got him wrapped around your finger and they knew that they shouldn’t talk bad about the other one in front you or rafe, unless they want to deal with being beaten up. yet, some people tried to level him up. and whenever he had his mental breakdowns? you were there for him. making sure he knew that he wasn’t alone, that you were there. at his side. even if it was 3am in the morning and he called you, you would be listening to him. you were the only one who was able to calm him down.

and obviously the sex with him would be good as well, that‘s something we can’t argue about. no matter if it was rafe being soft, angry or jealous for whatever reason. it would end up in feeling good anyways. ♡

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[rafeysdoll]

“do you still like me?” you sniffle, looking at your boyfriend pitifully. deep frown tugged on your lips at the burning sensation on your butt, having been on the receiving end of rafe’s punishing hand.

you were a good girl— really. but of course, like any other.. you had your days. times where you were too stubborn or too whiny for him to just let slide.

“i love you, baby. you jus’ piss me off when you think you know better than what i tell you.” he calmly confesses, rubbing over your red bum. “really pisses me off when my girl that i know i taught well acts clueless.”

you whimper at his words, black mascara induced tears dripping down your face— ruining your blush. “said i was sorry daddy!” you whine, reaching for his hand and holding it with your own two.

he only hums, his indifference to your pleading poking at your esteem.

he sighs before he licks his lips, smacking them. “y’know how to make it up to me, don’t you?” he questions, blue irises filled with lust.

you nod eagerly, relaxing immediately at his offer of chance to forgive you. “of course,” you submit, moving off his lap to get on your knees in front of him.

you hope your nose touching against his pelvic bone as drool falls down your chin, cock being pushed all the way to the back to your throat makes up for your rebellion.

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[ribbonprincess]

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"Do a lil twirl for me,yeah...your ass looks so good baby." Rafe chuckles,fixing his pants as they tightened around his crotch,the sight of you in a tiny white mini skirt the reason.

"You like it rafey? I bought It thinking of you" "yeah,no shit- you used my credit card" he chuckles. Moving from his spot on the bed,he walks over you,laying his hands on your hips as he squishes the skin. "You should wear it today while I go golfing,you can look pretty in the cart and if you're good enough daddy will buy you a drink."

He smiles before tilting his head down to press his lips against yours as you whine almost immediately,slapping his chest "my lipgloss! you just smeared it all over,daddy." Turning around to face the mirror as you try to deescalate the situation of your almost ruined makeup,dabbing at the area around your lips with a beauty blender.

"Yeah yeah,'s just lip gloss,it's nothing serious." Gasping dramatically you turn around,hand on your chest as if you've been shot as you point a finger at his chest "'s not just lipgloss.."

Chuckling to himself Rafe presses a kiss against your shoulder "I'm sorry cupcake, daddy's being mean yeah?" Nodding as you run your manicured fingers over his jawline,pressing your chest against his,making your tits more visible as you smile softly- a tragic contrast to your action.

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As you sit prettily in the golf cart,sipping at your drink while watching rafe play with his friends,you can't help but feel lonely,so you decide to approach as he stands a few feet behind the others. "rayray?"

Turning around almost immediately Rafe's expression softens a bit before turning hard. "What are you doing here,told you to sit in the cart" "Yeah... I know,but I missed you" Emphasizing your words you run a hand over his chest,playing with the button of his slacks.

"Missed me huh?" Looking over his shoulder he shouts a quick "Little lady is feeling sick!" Before dragging you over the Golf cart and driving over a more secluded area of the field,covered by trees and bushes.

"Since you've been missing me sooo much,might as well show it. C'mon get on your knees" Taking one last look around you move to your knees on the moist grass,quickly unbuckling his belt as you pull down his pants and boxer just as much needed. Wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft you kiss the vein that runs on the underside of it, resulting in a harsh tug of your hair. "Don't fucking tease me."

Wrapping your lips around his tip before slowly moving down,twisting your hand around what you couldn't fit "Deeper...I've trained you better than this,kid" Rafe mumble from above you,shoving your head down until you gag harshly,tears already pooling at your lash line. "Yeah,there you go...nice and warm for me." Looking up through your clamped wispy lashes you start to move your head again,twirling your tongue around his length like a popsicle as Rafe groans from above you "Got myself the best girl,right? Sucking my dick like this where everyone can pass by"

Nodding as best as you can,you pull off him with a loud "pop". "Wanna make you feel good,daddy." Smiling to himself, Rafe wipes at your saliva coated lower lip before bringing your mouth back on him with a satisfied moan,brushing some strand of hair that have fallen over your face away. "Fuck,keep doing that and I'm gonna cum. You want daddy to cum in your mouth? Yeah,you do."

Meeting you midway as he thrust into your mouth,giving you no time to react or even understand. "shit- 'm cumming" As his rhythm gets sloppier,you suck around his tip holding onto his thigh as you feel a milky substance flood your mouth. Breathing loudly he pulls you away from him as he smirks "Show me your tongue,angel" showcasing your tongue with a proud smile you look up at him in search of praise. "good girl,what do we say now?" "thank you daddy!"

[nadvs]

cam girl (part eleven)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning alcohol use

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe has never had a hangover this bad. The sharp ache hammering against his temples is relentless.

He feels absolutely fucking finished. Last night, he passed out on whoever hosted the party’s floor, so not only is his head a mess, but his back is sore as fuck.

And the black eye doesn’t feel so good, either.

Even after last night’s aggravating argument with you and the embarrassing drunk texts he sent and this residual hangover from hell, when Rafe gets home in the late morning and finds you curled up in his bed, he feels better.

His head always does this when he’s around you. It’s like the whole world is nothing but fucking noise but with you, the loud turns quiet.

He still doesn’t know how you do that.

Rafe peels his clothes off, takes a hot shower, brushes his teeth and puts on new boxers… and he comes back to see you still passed out on his bed.

You must be exhausted. He feels the usual warm and incomprehensible buzz in his chest when he looks at you, even though he’s mad at you.

Rafe settles in his bed half-naked, slow not to wake you.

He’s half-asleep, fighting the ridiculous urge to turn around and hold you, when he feels you finally shift behind him. He turns to look at you and hates how his first thought is that you look pretty. He’s supposed to be pissed off at you.

He has no idea what the fuck happened last night. Why you made him feel like you’re sick of him all of a sudden.

“Crap,” you whisper as you sit up, realizing where you are and dropping eye contact with him immediately.

“Thought you needed a break from me,” Rafe mutters. “Why are you in my bed?”

He didn’t intend for his words to come out so sharp.

“I didn’t… mean to fall asleep.” You don’t even look at him. “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

You’re about to get out of his bed and Rafe is powerless to his impulses like he always is around you. His hand circles your wrist, pulling you back.

You drop to sit on the edge of the bed and he can tell you’re annoyed by the way you look up at the ceiling and sigh. He remains on his back, the pain radiating through him keeping him from sitting up.

“I have work to do,” you say, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Did we go too long last night?” Rafe asks, needing to know why you’re so cold, why you’re done with him all of a sudden. “Is that why you’re being like this? That shit was your fucking idea.”

That stupid toy you got was what kept him from cumming for so damn long. He was fucking you for ages. Maybe it was much for you. He can’t think of what else could have compelled you to say you want a break.

“I’m obviously tired, Rafe,” you breathe. “In every possible way. Just let me…”

Your words fade into nothing once you look at him. He sees the same concerned expression you wore when you towelled the raindrops off of his face last night.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice soft.

He knows how rough he looks; he saw himself in the mirror this morning. His right eye is covered with an ugly purple splotch that spreads down to his cheekbone. Evidence of the fight he got into last night. He doesn’t want to think about it.

So, he resorts to what he does best and tries to suffocate the feeling with sex.

“You wanna make me feel better?” he asks suggestively, cocking his head. He hopes he has the effect on you that he usually does.

You’re motionless, your eyes still hard on his face. Okay. Now he’s fucking desperate.

“Please?”

Did he really just say that?

The corner of your lips curl up into a small smile. He’s embarrassed, but thank fuck you don’t look angry anymore.

“Are you… begging me?” you ask. Your voice is back to that playful tone he’s used to.

His hand is still curled around your wrist, tense that you’ll try to leave again.

“Come here,” he says.

“How bad do you want me?” you tease. He loathes when you fuck with him like this. But why does he kind of like it, too?

He only says your name in warning, even though he knows he doesn’t have the power here.

It’s so goddamn frustrating. He’s used to you doing what he wants. But after last night, after you mentioned a break, he realized he needs to feel needed by you. You’re the one actually in control here.

“I’m all you think about, right?” you goad him. “According to your text?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. It’s humiliating how he typed out everything he was feeling last night.

“I was drunk,” he says defensively. Your smile drops and you start to twist your wrist out of his grip. Shit. Wrong thing to say. “But, yeah,” he adds. “You are.”

“You’re only saying that to get laid,” you murmur.

“I’m not,” he admits. He takes a breath. “All I do is… wait until the next time I can see you.”

Rafe’s not looking at you as he stammers his way through his words.

“That’s what you meant last night?” you ask him. He thinks back to the way he had you bent over the table, stupidly saying he’s the one who always has to wait.

He needs to fuck. Now. He can’t take this feelings shit.

Once he finally meets your eyes again, he’s relieved to see that your stare has softened. You turn to move towards him and his muscles immediately lose their tension.

You straddle him and the way your thighs box him in like this feels so fucking good that he forgets he’s hungover.

You start to grind against him and the thrilling promise of satisfaction washes over him, his boxers getting tighter as he gets harder.

“Does this help?” you whisper. He watches you through low lids, his hands on your thighs.

“Yeah, like that,” he groans. “Good girl.”

He slides his hands up to grip your waist and beckons you to lean over so he can kiss you, but you stiffen and reject the advance. Whatever. You must still be kind of pissed off, but he’s not about to stop what’s happening.

You sit up straighter and pull your dress up over your body, tossing it on the floor.

Rafe’s eyes hungrily trail down your body. Every time he sees your body or even just thinks about it, arousal burns through him.

He hates the feeling of you getting off of him, but once he realizes you’re taking off your panties and straddling him to fuck him in reverse cowgirl, his head feels like it’s spinning.

The sight of your bare ass perched on his pelvis is mind-blowing. He feels you pull down his boxers just enough to take his cock out, your hand running up and down his length.

You stroke him to get him fully erect, which barely takes any time. He gets hard for you in seconds.

When you lower onto him, he exhales in pure elation. You’re so wet and tight and soft and the moan you let out when you fill yourself with him is so fucking pretty.

You finally put all your weight on his hips, your hands stabilizing yourself on his knees. It’s heaven the way you squeeze him so damn tight.

You start to rock on him and his eyes drink in the way his cock is burying into you, the way your pussy looks stretched out like this.

Rafe looks over at the mirror mounted on his closet door to watch you arch your back and start to bounce on him. He doesn’t know which vantage point is hotter.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Look how fucking good you look.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, your lips puckered as you hold back your moans. That look is for him only. He can’t stand the thought of you doing it for another man.

He watches you put your hand on your clit, touching yourself while you ride him. There’s something so fucking hot to him about how you know your body and how you shamelessly chase your own pleasure.

Rafe looks forward again, taking in the way your ass is bouncing on him, the way your back is curved, the way your cunt is clinging to his cock with every recoil.

He feels himself getting to the edge. He shuts his eyes in an attempt to delay it so you’ll get there first. Cumming will remind you of how good this arrangement between you is and you’ll forget this stupid ‘take a break’ idea.

You start to writhe even faster and breathe even quicker. He knows he’ll finish before you at this rate, so he buries his fingertips into your hips and holds you down to stop you from moving anymore.

“Why?” you whine, needy.

“Sit on my face,” he orders.

You lift your hips off of him, his cock popping out of you, glossed with your wetness. You obey and shift back on your knees.

You lower your core onto his mouth. Rafe fucking loves the way you taste. He puts his lips on you, rolling his tongue out over your velvet folds.

When he feels your hot mouth wrap around his cock, he exhales sharply. He sucks and licks you as he revels in the feeling of your tongue flicking up and down his length.

The way you’re pleasing each other at the same time makes his stomach tighten with something he’s still not used to. His body hasn’t ever reacted like this during sex, but it keeps doing this lately with you.

Rafe shoves away the thought.

He hooks his arm around you, dipping two fingers inside and curling them as he eats you out, eager to get you to cum.

Your breath is shaky, your hole tightening around his fingers. The way you looked at him when you told him you needed a break last night flashes through his mind again, pissing him off all over again.

“Nobody else can make you feel like this, hmm?” he mutters, his lips wet from you.

“Rafe…” Your voice is thin.

“Answer me.”

“No,” you tell him.

“And you want a break?” he huffs. “Do I need to fuck some sense into you?”

You’re silent, your mouth sliding up and down his cock, palming him. Frustration rises in him when you don’t answer. He needs the control. He needs to know how badly you want him.

“Do I?” he asks angrily, fingers slipping out of you to slap your ass. Your back arches at the impact, bucking up off of his face. “Do you need to watch me fuck you to get it through your head?”

Rafe pushes through the stiffness of his hangover to press against the backs of your thighs, forcing you to sit up.

“Get on your knees,” he says. “In front of the mirror.”

You groan out of irritation, but you listen to his instructions like the good girl he knows you are.

His eyes remain locked on you as you get up off of him and settle on all fours in front of the mirror on the floor, looking back at him with those beautiful eyes.

Rafe guides himself into you, finding bliss all over again. He lustfully looks at your reflection and sees the necklace he gave you hanging on your neck. It starts to swing as he thrusts into you, a reminder of how you belong to him.

Every plunge into you is fucking perfect. You squeeze his cock so nicely.

When you tighten around him, your breath hitched, he has no chance of stopping himself anymore - he cums at the same time as you, his moan tangling with yours.

Rafe can see stars as you tremble beneath him. He feels you take in everything he has to offer.

“Damn,” he says gruffly. He can’t stop himself from teasing you. “Sleeping and fucking on the clock. You’re looking to get fired.”

You let out a weak laugh and pull away from him. You stand to pick your uniform up off the floor, giving him another view of your hot, quivering body.

“Tell on me, then,” you challenge. You walk to his ensuite, shutting the door behind you. He’s sure that you know he’d never risk letting you get fired and losing this access to you.

Rafe’s heart is racing. How does every time he has sex with you feel better than the last?

He gets back into bed and pulls his cool comforter over his bare body, coming down from the high. He’s needs to figure out why the hell you’re retreating from him. And he’s determined to show you why you shouldn’t.

But with the hangover and lack of rest, Rafe falls asleep before you step back out into his room.

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You couldn’t let Rafe kiss you. You’ll allow that sort of tenderness if, and only if, you’re more than a sex toy to him, and all signs point to that possibility being a big, ugly no.

When you step back into his bedroom to see that he fell asleep, you take a second, just a second, to look at him.

His lips are slightly pursed, his hair a tousled mess. The bruise on his swollen eye looks painful. You wish you knew what happened. You figure you’ll ask him tonight when he inevitably comes over.

As you make your way to the kitchen, the rush from the sex you just had starts to dissipate and you realize you shouldn’t have done it. You have heavy, unavoidable feelings for Rafe. You said you needed a break. Giving into the temptation was stupid.

But the way he was looking at you, holding your wrist… You couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull you seem to have for each other.

The self-destructive hope flares up as you think about what he said today. It rattled you. He thinks about you? He’s always waiting to see you again? It can’t all be sexual, can it?

You’re desperate to know what’s going through his mind.

You begrudgingly accept that because of the time you spent sleeping and having sex with Rafe, you’ll need to stay late to complete all your tasks today.

After finishing up your work in the kitchen an hour later, you head out to the backyard to throw out a few bags.

You give a polite smile to the gardener, who’s standing by the gazebo. Your mind flashes back to what happened when Rafe caught you talking to him.

Rafe’s possessiveness couldn’t possibly be purely sexual. Not after the way he looked at you once you reassured him he was the only man who could touch you.

You drop the bags in the bin and turn to head back inside, but get stopped in your tracks.

“You should be careful.”

You look up to realize the gardener is speaking to you. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” you ask.

“I overheard him talking about you.“

“Sorry?” you repeat.

“The son. I heard him.” Anxiety fills your veins. He wouldn’t know Rafe’s name - he’s just the son of the millionaire you’re all working for.

He heard Rafe say something about you? You decide to play dumb. You have to. You could lose your job.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“He was with his friends out on the balcony a few days ago,” he says. “I was working and I heard him say that he’s… uh, nailing a maid.”

The word seems to make him uncomfortable. You’re so used to Rafe’s vulgarity that you forgot some people blush at a crude word.

Honestly, you expected Rafe to brag to his friends about fucking you. But you didn’t expect a coworker to hear.

You remember watching him through the window that day. Sending him that explicit video. Slowly developing feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t.

“What, and you think it’s me?” you say with a laugh. Maybe there’s a chance you can convince him that Rafe was lying or that the conversation wasn’t about you.

“People have been talking… Apparently you got caught in the laundry room?” he says.

Shit. All that other maid saw was Rafe in the same room as you. That was it. You didn’t expect to make friends at this job, but this is ridiculous. Do they have nothing better to do but gossip?

You’ve been found out.

“Please don’t… say anything,” you finally say quietly. “I can’t lose this job.”

“I won’t. And I’m not judging,” he says, but he definitely is. You can see it in his expression. “Just wanted to tell you that I heard some… bad stuff.”

“What?” You cross your arms, feigning confidence.

“He told his friends that you’ll do anything he wants you to,” he says. “And that you never say no.”

“Okay,” you say. You’re trying to keep your gaze steady. This is humiliating. But it’s all true and not a surprise. You didn’t expect any better from Rafe.

“And one of them said something like… that’s the type of… um…” He looks nervous again.

“Just say it.”

“The type of… slut you run through then drop when she gets boring.”

This is what finally breaks you. You only nod, trying to seem unaffected.

“What did he say to that?” you ask. You hate that you have a little bit of hope that Rafe would defend you, show a shred of respect for you.

“They all just laughed.”

Your heart sinks.

Of course that’s what Rafe thinks of you. Of course to him, you’re just a whore that he’ll get tired of eventually. You shouldn’t have ever given him the power to disappoint you.

For fuck’s sake, you asked him point blank over text last night if all he wants to do is fuck and he replied with a clear YES.

“Okay,” you say, turning away before he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sorry. Thought you’d want to know,” he says to your back. “These rich guys are all assholes.”

“Yup,” you reply, walking away.

You don’t even give a fuck about your job anymore. It’d be better if you lost it so you don’t have to see Rafe ever again.

This is fucking agony. You feel so dehumanized.

When you make it home that evening, two hours later than usual, you type a text you mentally drafted on your drive home.

You open the conversation with one of your close friends from college and text her: hey, are there any parties tonight?

Getting drunk and partying is not a healthy way to cope, you know that, but you desperately need to get your mind off of things. Thankfully, your friend responds quickly about a party at a frat house on campus.

After you get ready, you take a cab to the address your friend sent you. It doesn’t take you long to find her and start downing shots.

Your phone buzzes, right on cue. It’s 10 pm, after all. He’s waiting for you on that depraved website where it all began. The text is blurry through your tipsy eyes.

Rafe: where are you?

You finally send him the message you’ve been toiling over, anger and disgust and embarrassment and sadness heavy on your chest.

You: i’m done. this is over. i’m not even a fucking person to you am i

{ read part twelve here }

[moremaybank]

jj eating you out for as long as he wants while you squirm around him. your hips rise off the bed, the feeling so overwhelmingly powerful, so good but so fucking much. you squirm, legs shaking vigorously. jj just peers up at you, slipping two fingers into you while this thumb replaces his tongue on your clit for a moment. "where you goin', baby? don't run from me." and he says it so sweetly, voice a little raspy. then he buries his face back in your pussy, lips latching onto your oversensitive bud as he groans in satisfaction at your taste. "not goin' nowhere, pretty girl. now cream on my face."

[sunniepoo]

sleepover champion

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when you had called rafe over all panicked, stressed, tired and desperate,the last he expected was to be greeted by a group of little girls barely past the age of seven, rushing their way over in curiosity and climbing him like a jungle gym

“woahhh… he’s so tall” one of the small ones announced proudly, while simultaneously taking a rough tug of his leg, attempting to yank him along on one of their games

the prospect of babysitting twelve girls didn’t seem too hard at first but the moment they started screaming competitions and using you as their own personal mannequin to play with-you realised your error

lucky for you, your boyfriend happened to be ‘ the sleepover champion ’ his words not yours, ranting on about tiring down wheezie’s friends and getting them in bed was no challenge for him

“i’ma tell you… i’ll have these suckers in bed by half seven” his tone of complete confidence contrasting the eight year old clawing half his face

“finish making up lunch and i’ll have these buggers settled in a second” he barely manages to get out as the next girl is climbing on his back, asking for him to play dress up with them

“kay’ new rule” the older cameron removing each girl off, placing them on the large couch in front of him “we’re gonna keep our hands to ourselves”

a mixture of protests splurging out the young girls, attacking the older boy as he remains unbothered whipping out something from his bag

“so who wants to play just dance?”

the loud music bouncing from the speakers filled the house, voices dropping as the minutes went by, clearly worn out from the activity

now leading to a full circle formed with none other than sleepover champion rafe cameron in the middle- it truly was a sight to see, a mixture of pre-tweens pounce him with questions

“is she your girlfrienddd?” a voice chirps out, leading all the girls to wait, anticipating for his answer

the cameron lets out a proud ‘yeah’ causing an uproar of giggles, the young girls fascinated

“she’s pretty” they all mumble in unison, yawns making an appearance, as they all slowly start to lean into each other huddling into a blanket

“i know”

and as the night rolls over you see a certain cameron, reading out to the group of asleep girls tucking each and every one in

“point proven” you admit to him “ guess you are the sleepover champion after all” pressing a soft kiss to the tips of his nose

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