#outer banks smut

[rafecameroninterlude]

rafe cameron lactation kink + him dry humping🫣🫣

warnings: domestic!rafe, dad!rafe, husband!rafe, slight nipple play, titty sucking, dry humping, brief mention of being insecure

“why are you covering yourself?” rafe laughed, sitting up under the covers as you made your way to your shared bed. “baby fell asleep before i could nurse. now i’m all swollen..” you mumbled, wincing once you curled into rafe’s chest. “want me to get the pump?” he was about to get up but you stopped him, a sigh leaving your lips. “no, m’too tired for that right now.” you draped a leg over his waist, clinging to him so he couldn’t go anywhere. rafe hummed, rubbing a large hand down your backside. “jesus christ.” he looked down between the two of you.

your tits were practically spilling out of your nightgown, the swells of your breasts so plump and full, rafe couldn’t help but reach out and take one in his hand. you gasped softly, your eyes fluttering open as he ran his thumb across your nipple. “please be gentle, i’m so sensitive right now.” you laid on your back, allowing your husband to pull the neckline of your gown down. “shit, you look so good like this.” rafe ignored your words, grabbing you more firmly. biting your lip to keep quiet, your fingers wrapped around his wrist in a poor attempt to make him loosen his grip.

rafe rolled one of your sensitive buds between his fingers, his mouth falling open when a single drop of milk trickled down his hand. “rafe..” your hid your face in embarrassment, only for him to cup your chin to make you look up at him. you watched as he brought his hand up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the milky substance with a satisfied hum. “i understand why our baby always wants to be latched onto you,” he squeezed your nipple once more, “you taste so fucking good.” he hovered above you, sliding between your thighs. “is there milk packs in the freezer?” you eyed rafe.

“no. i was going to make some in the morning,” he nodded, lowering his head, “why?” just as you asked him, he muttered a ‘sorry, kid.’ before his lips wrapped around your perky bud. “oh!” you whimpered, running your nails across his buzzed head. your hips instinctively moved against his, both of you moaning in unison. “do you like this?” rafe swirled his tongue, the wet sound making you flustered. “mhmmm,” you hummed, eyebrows knitting in pleasure. you knew rafe loved your tits, but enough to drink from them? you felt dumb for feeling insecure in the first place.

“don’t want you to stop.” you arched into him, his erection sitting snuggly between your folds. the thin material both of your underwear did nothing to conceal you from the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. “oh, my god,” rafe was shamelessly grinding against you, both of you trying your hardest to keep your moans and groans at bay. a particular stroke of his hips had you yelping, his hand coming up to clamp over your mouth. “shhh, you don’t want to wake the baby up, now do you?” you shook your head, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

rafe couldn’t believe he didn’t do this sooner. he was already obsessed with everything about you, he didn’t think there was anything else to obsess over. but this? he coudn’t get enough of it. your were holding his head in place while you let out the prettiest little cries, his movements faltering as he cummed inside his boxers. not long after, your thighs trembled around his waist while you clenched around nothing, your orgasm ripping right through you. thankfully, rafe’s palm was helpful in muffling your scream of his name, his mouth pulling away from your tit with a pop.

rafe helped you come down from your high, the corner of his lips lifting in a teasing smirk as he slipped off your nightgown. “let’s do that again, except this time i’m gonna fuck you stupid while i have you like this.”

[sinisternymphette]

everybody loves my baby

an historical au | 1930's florist!reader x dilfgangster!rafe (minors dni)✶

tw: v!olence, sex

✶ gangster!rafe, who makes sure everyone knows that you're off limits. Whether it is by gently placing his hand on the back of your soft neck and slowly caressing it with his calloused knuckles, using one of his large fingers to softly trail down one of your arms while the both of you are sitting next to each other in a restaurant, putting his muscled arm around you like a mantle, giving you warmth and comfort, and even taking your hand in his to plant a kiss on the palm as he closes his eyes and sniffs to take in your scent without the care of what others might think of your intimacy. You were his and he was yours, and that was truly all that mattered.

✶ gangster!rafe, who would do anything to protect you. Literally. If anyone ever laid a hand on his pretty little florist, they'd have to go through him, and it certainly wouldn't end so jolly.

"You dared to touch my woman, hm. Well, not so confident now, are you."

he said in a low, menacing chuckle as he shook his head slowly, cornering the man before him in the lonely and dimly lit corridor behind the bar. He had gone to the washroom for just one minute- one minute without you in his plane on sight, and a man walked over to you and started complimenting you before giving you a rose. That wasn't the problem though. When you thanked him kindly and smelled the rose, he pulled his arm up to brush a strand out of your face. And so, he had to take the matter to his own hands.

"Now now, i'm sure you're a good fella and understand that it was just a minor misunderstanding!"

the man quickly said in a pleading tone, obvious fear in his wide eyes, which were easily comparable to a frightened doe's, before proceeding to pat Rafe's shoulder with one of his shaking hands- almost as if they were old friends. Rafe shook his hand away in a swift motion, as if he had just been touched by a rat who had come out off a trash can. He punched the man on his ribcafe after his fake of a charming smile vanished and turned into a dark frown as if he was no longer who he was before. His other hand reached to the other's mouth as the man made muffled yowls of pain. He, however, didn't even flinch once.

"You're damn lucky i'm a generous man, so make sure to take this as a lesson for the future, yes? to keep your hands to yourself? wouldn't want to cut all your fingers off and make a mess on my shirt."

he then smirked almost playfully, his expression once again changing in a matter of seconds before moving his hand up and shaking it, then putting it inside the pockets of his brown pants and using the other in order to adjust his white, high quality long-sleeved shirt. The man was now practically on the floor, whimpering as he crouched against the stone wall behind him as he shamefully covered his face with his shaking hands. It was truly an embarrassing sight. Once Rafe was finished, he turned his back and opened the back door to the bar, tilting his head to the side and staring at him one last time.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to more important matters- the wonderful evening I was having with her before you, very rudly I might say, abruptly interfered."

✶ gangster!rafe, who likes giving you nicknames that represent your beauty such as 'dollface', 'peach', and his personal favorite, 'dandelion'. You absolutely adore them too- the way they always roll off his tongue so sweetly, like butter being spread on a slice of bread. He's a man who admires and cares for your body, your mind and very being as if you were a princess or a delicate porcelain vase with beautiful painted flowers.

"Look at you, m' pretty dandelion all dolled up for me." he murmurs as he carefully places his head over your shoulder, blue orbs looking into your eyes through the mirror of your bedroom while his hands found your waist and gently nestled around it. His lips were slightly curved upwards, making the hint of his smile shown to you. One of his fingers traced small circles on your waist, making you let out a small and flustered chuckle as you covered your mouth with one of your hands in a polite manner to hide it. You were wearing one of your newer dresses- a pretty light blue polka-dotted dress that perfectly hugged your figure. This, was one of the many dresses Rafe gifted you in the past two weeks. Your lips had red tint and your cheeks had a faint pink color on them- a little bit of makeup, but not too much. His eyes trailed down, all the way to the contour of your legs and to the white leathered heels you were wearing. in his eyes, you truly were a work of art- like a Renaissance painting that had come to life. Now, he was a man that firmly believed that actions spoke more than words, so as soon as his eyes met with yours once again, he planted sweet kisses on your neck alongside little nibbles. This, was his own way of letting you know that you looked absolutely stunning.

✶ gangster!rafe, who, despite having so much blood on his hands, is always careful with you and tries to avoid showing you his darker side as much as he can. Who doesn't want you to know all the sins he has done, all the people he had killed before, in fear of loosing you forever.

''Y'know how much I care about you, right kid?'' he asks after taking a long drag from his cigarette, voice almost a whisper as he's sitting on the sofa of your living room while you laid next to him, head resting on the armrest and legs over his lap while his free hand slowly massages one of your bare feet. He stared at you, blinking slowly. The sudden of a question made you open your once closed eyes and perk your head up to look up at him with an innocent, confused stare. ''Well, certainly. I always have.'' you replied softly, giving him a reassuring smile before it vanished as soon as it appeared. You sensed that something was wrong. After all, why else would he ask this? ''Why do you ask?'' you continued, now scanning the expression on his face, despite the fact that he was a very hard man to read. He swallowed, but maintained eye contact. ''Nothin'. Just wanted to let you know how much I love you all over again.'' He knew he shouldn't lie to you- that he should tell you the truth about where all his money comes from, how his family got as powerful as it is, what kind of person he actually is. But it was too dangerous. Luckily for him, he was a good liar, an actor- if you may call it that. He grabbed the foot he was massaging and placed it near his lips before he kissed each one of your fingers in a slow, sensual manner. This made you relax and soon enough, you were resting once again, breathing calmly as you felt safe in his presence.

✶ gangster!rafe, who tries to stop by the flower shop every single day to say hello. No matter how busy he was, how much trouble he had gotten himself into, what kind of business he was doing that day, he never forgot about you. Ever.

✶ gangster!rafe, who likes to take you back to where the both of you had first met every once in a while. The place, in question, is les deus magots.

✶ gangster!rafe, who might be rough between the sheets, but is as gentle as he can be afterwards and makes your comfort his prime priority.

you let out quiet mews as he pounded into you, you legs wrapped around his hips as your plush breasts jiggled up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Your plump lips remained parted as you felt out of breath, feeling an intense flutter in your tummy that only got stronger as his movements picked up a speed. It felt so good- too good, in fact. You couldn't help but let out some tears that started to run down your cheeks, eyes closed shut as you listened to his grunts. The bed was shaking, making the crackling sound echo through the bedroom.

''There you go, shhh, you're okay.'' he whispers soothingly as he plants a soft kiss on the side of your cheek, both of you laying inside the warm bathtub. There were scented candles on the bathroom countertops, The lights on the pastel green walls turned off in order to enhance the ambiance of the room. Your muscles finally relaxed, and you felt yourself slowly start drifting into sleep while one of Rafe's hands massaged your shoulders. He seems content, blue eyes full of emotion as he looks down at you, hot breath against your neck and tiny droplets of water landing on your back from his wet and messy hair.

✶ gangster!rafe, who lets you spend his money on whatever you want, no matter what. All you have to do is ask, and he'll give you some cash- no questions asked.

✶ gangster!rafe, who loves the way your eyes brighten up whenever you're at the park and you find a pretty flower. Who later takes it from your little hands and places it on your hair.

✶ gangster!rafe, who gifted you a puppy one day as a surprise .

''So, I got you a little something.'' he tells you while he held in front of you a rather large red box with a big white bow around it between his arms. His tone was blunt, his expression the same as always, yet he was lightly tapping his foot against the wooden floor of your home. You were confused, to say the least, But of course- you accepted it, quickly taking it from his hands- perfectly manicured nails gripping it tightly. It was heavy- very heavy. ''Oh! I wonder what it could be!!'' you said almost in a lyrical shriek, excitement in your voice as you sat down on your sofa, legs crossed while you placed it right next to you. Suddenly, it moved, and your widening eyes drifted from the package to Rafe. ''No...no.. gosh, Rafe don't tell me it's what I think it is'' you murmured, placing your hands over your mouth. You were met with silence. Of course he didn't answer. Instead, he just tilted his head, almost as if he was attempting to hide the sly grin that was beginning to form on his lips. Not being able to control your excitement any longer, you carefully opened the box, taking the upper part away and revealing what was inside. You gasped, and your pretty shrieks of happiness filled the room. Rafe Cameron had gifted you a cocker spaniel puppy. A real puppy- not a plushie. ''Oh my goodness.. oh my goodness! oh wow- I have no words!'' you ran up to him and hugged him tightly- maybe a little too much. The puppy trotted towards the both of you and barked happily. ''Glad to be makin' you happy, peach'' he said before gently taking your chin in his hand to make you look up at him before kissing you on the lips.

✶ gangster!rafe, who wouldn't admit it out loud, but sometimes thinks that maybe.. you really are 'the one' for him...

✶ a/n : GUYS GUYS I DID IT!! I know this is a bit short, but tbh.. I might write more about gangster!rafe in the future :) if anyone wants to request something with him you can feel free to do so too. I tried to include a little smut, but eh.. this was my first ever fic (if you could even call this a fic) so it's probably a bit...meh. Either way, I'm glad I finally finished it, and I hope it was enjoyable to read!!

✶ creds : @amariisflossy for the gangster!rafe idea, @dollywons for the second header

@sinisternymphette 2024

[bloatedandalone04]

Little Black Dress

➪the one where you and the pogues are invited to a fancy party at the cameron’s, and jj can’t seem to keep his hands (and lips) off you.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kook reader, pda, semipublic smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, established relationship, altered plot, swearing, dom jj

Word Count: 3.7k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“No,” was the first word that came out of JJ’s mouth as soon as you stepped out of your bedroom wearing the newest article of clothing that was added to your wardrobe. It was a simple but cute black dress you thought would look nice on you at the dinner party the Cameron’s were throwing at their house. “Absolutely not.”

Apparently JJ thought differently. “What?” You frowned, looking down at the dress self-consciously. “I thought it looked nice. Cute, you know?”

“Cute?” JJ asked in disbelief, uncrossing his arms as he stood up straight from his slouched position against the wall. “No, you don’t look cute, Y/n. You look fucking hot. Go change.”

A startled laugh escapes you as you look back up at him. “Wait, you think I look hot, yet you want me to go change?”

JJ nodded, and it looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes locked on yours instead of letting them trail up and down your body. “Yes,” he answered as it was the easiest question he’d ever been asked. “It’s bad enough that this is the best I could find, I don’t need you showing me up even more than you already do.”

He gestures to his simple white button up and dress pants he wore when he was a waiter for about three hours before he got fired. You laughed as you looked him up and down. “I think you look hot, too,” you shrug. “I don’t want you to go change though.”

“Baby,” he nearly whined as he reached for your hips. “Please go change into something that won’t give me a boner all throughout fucking dinner. John B will never let me live it down.”

You laugh again and brace your hands on his shoulders as you stand in between his legs. “You can make it through one dinner Jay,”

JJ groaned and leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his hands trailing further down your body. “One dinner might as well be one hundred,” he hummed, his hands skimming past your lower back. 

“JJ,” you warn and he lifts his head to give you an innocent look. “Don’t start, alright? You’ll just make things harder.”

It was a poor choice of words, and you knew that the second you saw the smirk form on his lips. “I know one thing that’s already hard,”

You scoff and push him away with a laugh. “That’s your own fault,” you shrug again and begin walking away from him. 

“My fault?” He muttered as he followed after you. “You come out wearing the hottest dress I’ve ever seen and it’s my fault for reacting to it?” 

“Yes,” you answer, stepping outside into the cool summer air. It was deathly hot earlier, but thankfully it had cooled down pretty significantly now that it was nearing the evening. “You just had to go ahead and touch me when you knew we need to leave soon.”

“I won’t apologize for that,” he shrugged just as John B pulled up in The Twinkie. 

“You’ll just have to deal with it,” you mumble as Pope opens the back door for you. 

JJ muttered something under his breath, then he was getting into the van as well and sitting extremely close to you. “Everything okay back there?” Kie asked when she turned around from her place in the passenger seat and saw just how squished you were between Pope and JJ. 

“Yeah, Kie,” your boyfriend replied,  reaching around you to push on Pope’s shoulder. He took the hint and moved to sit across from you instead, and you glared at JJ. 

“That was rude,” you whisper, gently nudging his side with your elbow. “He was keeping me company.”

JJ leaned in close so his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. “I’m all the company you need,” he murmured and you froze for a second and had to hold back a surprised moan. “And you look fucking hot in this dress. I can’t wait to take it off you at the party.”

You actually did whimper as you turned to gaze up at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked at you as Kie let out a laugh of disbelief. “Guys, are we seriously going to the fucking Cameron’s for a dinner party?” 

John B looked over at her as he turned left down the street that leads to the fancier part of town. “Hey, Sarah really wants us to come. I promised her we would be there,” he defended his girlfriend. “And you can’t lie and tell me that you haven’t been actually getting along with her.”

“Sarah’s fine,” Kie mumbled. “The rest aren’t.”

“Give them a chance, Kie,” Pope said from his place behind her. “We gave Y/n a chance, and now she’s one of us. Richer than all of us combined, but still one of us.”

JJ lifted his head from where it was against your neck and glared at his friend. “Shut up, Pope,” he grunted, pulling you tighter against his side. “Y/n was never like that. She never gave us a reason to not like her.”

You smile at him and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, one that had him fighting off a grin as he turned to his left and reached around the driver’s seat to grab John B’s shoulder. 

“Unlike this one, who is dating the girl who cost him his job with her dad,” he added and John B flipped him off through the rearview mirror. 

“Sarah’s not like that, either,” 

“Whatever you say,” JJ laughed, leaning back and looking down at you with poorly hidden lust in his eyes. 

You had to keep your eyes off him for the rest of the ride, otherwise you were sure you would end up doing something indecent to him in front of your friends. 

When you arrived at Sarah’s house, she ran out and greeted you all before kissing John B and tugging him inside. Pope scoffed as he watched the two disappear inside the massive house, “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll just find our own way around your giant fucking mansion,” 

Kie laughed and shoved him a bit as the two of them walked through the double doors, leaving you and JJ outside. He turned to you with a pleading look, his hand reaching for yours. “We can still go back,” he tempted you by wiggling his brows. “I can think of many things that are a lot more fun than sitting down with a bunch of Kooks for three hours.” 

You roll your eyes and take his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “Come on, party boy,” you laughed as you pulled him with you. “You can make it through a few hours.”

JJ groaned but followed after you. “Alright, but I’m telling you right now, I won’t be able to take my hands off you when we’re at the table,” 

You blushed and tried pulling your hand out of his, but he just pulled you closer then wrapped his arm around your waist. Pope, who was standing in the entryway of the dining room must’ve heard JJ’s dirty promise, as he snorted before saying, “Might not be able to live up to that, JJ,”

JJ furrowed his brows then looked over Pope’s shoulder. “No way,” 

John B was sitting across the table from Sarah, Rafe, who looked hilariously miserable, was sitting across from Wheezie, and Ward was sitting across from Rose.  “Oh,” you trailed off, watching as John B and Sarah practically eye fucked each other. “Guys sit across from the girls..?” You asked, earning a tight nod from Rose before she downed whatever was in her glass. She clearly didn’t want to be here either, and it was her own house. 

“Y/n,” Ward greeted with a charming smile that faded when he looked to your left and at your boyfriend. “JJ…welcome. Come on in, have a seat.”

JJ turned to you with a look of warning in his eyes. “Let’s go,” he mumbled. “I’m serious.”

You bit back a laugh and quickly escaped his hold in order to sit next to Kie. Pope sighed before sitting across from her, leaving JJ to sit in between him and Rafe. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, knowing damn well that he would only ever do something like this for you and you only. With a barely hidden eye roll, he sits next to Rafe and Pope, refusing to acknowledge the Kook next to him as he looks at you from across the table. “This is fucked.” He mouthed to you just as Ward stood up. 

You held back a laugh as you broke eye contact in order to pay attention to the man you were sure Sarah begged to let her organize this whole thing. “I just want to thank you all for coming. I know things have been tense lately, but I think this is a great opportunity for us all to get to know each other. It’s always nice to know who my little girl is hanging around with these days,” he nodded at Sarah who just smiled at him. “With that being said, enjoy the food, everyone.” 

With the ice being broken, you watched as almost everyone began picking at the food on their plates. Everyone except JJ, who just braced his elbows on the table and stared at you. You nodded towards his plate, but he shook his head. “This is torture,” he mouthed and you softly glared at him. 

“Eat,” you mouthed back, your eyes flickering between his and his plate. “What is your issue?”

“I can’t touch you,” he mouthed a little too audibly, earning a glare from Rafe that JJ promptly ignored. 

You gave him a pointed look, and when he still made no move to pick up his fork, you gently kicked his leg under the table. He jumped slightly, his eyes widening as if he couldn’t believe you actually just did that, then he huffed defeatedly and grabbed his fork. 

You smile then pucker your lips at him, laughing at the way he rolled his eyes but let a small grin form on his face. 

Soon enough everyone was having their own little conversations, and it was going surprisingly okay, but despite your best efforts, you were getting bored. You could tell that JJ was, too, as he grabbed his glass and spun the liquid around instead of actually drinking it. 

When Ward announced that he was going to go get dessert, an idea formed in your head and you smirked. You lean back in your chair and kick your heels off from under the table, then you extend your leg out until your foot grazes JJ’s knee. Your smirk grew when he jumped again, nearly spilling his drink as he registered that it was you who was touching him. 

He met your eyes with a look of warning, but you ignored it. Just as Ward came back with two trays of cake and pie, you slid your foot higher until it was trailing along JJ’s thigh, and his knees hit the underside of the table as he reached under and grabbed hold of your ankle. “Y/n,” he muttered, ignoring the many sets of eyes on him at the loud noise. “Come with me.”

Your smirk faded as he gently pushed your leg away from him then stood up, and you had to hold back a moan at the dangerous look in his eyes. “Why?” You managed to ask as Ward set the trays down onto the table. 

“Now,” was the answer you were given, then JJ looked over at Ward. “You don’t mind if we’re excused for a few minutes, do you?”

He really wasn’t asking, and Ward knew that as he nodded and sat back down. “Not at all, take your time,” he was honestly probably happy to have you and JJ leave, even if just for a little while. 

JJ turned back to you then made a beeline for the doorway, and you were left to quickly stand up and follow after him on shaky legs. “Sorry, we…we forgot..something,” you make up the worst excuse of your life before fleeing the room in search of your riled up boyfriend. 

You hadn’t even made it halfway down the hallway before a hand wrapped around your wrist and you were pulled towards JJ’s chest. “You got some nerve, you know that?” He asked and before you could say a word, he pressed his lips to yours and effectively shut you up. You whined against his mouth when he deepened the kiss, then he pulled away and left you craving more. JJ hummed as he lifted his hand and tugged at your bottom lip. “What do you say, baby? Why don’t we explore this house a bit?” 

Nodding and in a daze, he takes your hand in his and pulls you along with him as he heads towards the staircase. He let out a low whistle as you and he ascended the stairs, and you were breathless, too, but for a different reason. 

“Look at this fucking place,” he grunted, glancing at you as you and he reached the second floor. “Look at all these empty rooms.”

You swallow hard as he grabs your hips and pushes you against a wall. “JJ,” you whisper and he smirks before leaning down and kissing you. Your arms wrap around his neck as you moan into the kiss, just as needy as he is even though you were better at hiding it. “Are we really doing this?”

JJ pulled away and took your hand again. “Oh yeah, we’re doing this,” he answered and you gave him a wide eyed look that he scoffed at. “Don’t give me that look, you’re the one who decided to tease me under the table.”

Your eyes widened as he opened a random door and pulled you in with him. “My heels, Jay,” you gasp. “They’re still down there. Oh, my God, that makes it so obvious as to what we’re doing.”

JJ raised a brow. “Baby, I think it was obvious from the second we left that table,” he laughed then turned to observe the room he chose. “Jesus, even the bathrooms are massive.”

You huff out a quiet laugh and start to walk around him to observe the room yourself, but you don’t get very far before JJ wraps his arms around you and pulls you back to him. You stumble a bit but then are lifted up and set on the marble countertop next to the sink. “You’re impatient,” you tease, running your hands along his shoulders. 

“Can you blame me?” He asked, leaning in and kissing your neck. “You look so hot, baby.” 

You whimper at his words, tugging on his shirt. “JJ,”

“I know,” he groaned, lifting you up effortlessly and sliding your panties down your legs. “Baby, I love you, but if you ever make me go to another dinner party with a bunch of fucking Kook’s, I might never speak to you again.”

His threat was empty and it had you laughing before you cut yourself off with a moan as he sunk to his knees and wrapped his lips around your clit. His hands pushed your sinful dress up until it pooled around your waist, and you reached out to grab hold of his hair. “Oh, fuck,” you bite your lip and looked cautiously at the closed door. 

You’d been secretly turned on since the second you saw JJ dressed in his take on a formal outfit, and that much was clear as his tongue poked out to run along your already soaked slit. JJ hummed at the feeling of your wetness coating his taste buds, “I knew you needed this just as much as I did,”

Your face heats up as you place your other hand flat on the counter behind you. “You dressed yourself, you know how good you look, Jay,” 

He laughed, pulling away as he tugged your body closer to the edge of the counter. JJ pressed his cheek against your knee as he stared up at you, sliding one of his hands up your thigh until his fingers were ghosting over your core. “You want me to get you off on my tongue, baby? Or do you want the real thing?”

You bite your lip as his index and middle fingers slip into you. “I want,” you trial off, wanting him to make you come more than once during this little sneak off from the party, but you also didn’t want to ditch them for too long. You whine as you pull him so he is standing up, and you tug him towards you while reaching down to grope him through his pants. “I want this.”

JJ smirked, kissing you deeply as he pushed your dress down and palmed your breasts in his much bigger hands. You moan into the kiss as you unzip his dress pants and push them and his boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as you guided his tip up and down your soaked folds, and you shared a groan at the feeling. 

“Please,” you begged, tugging at the buttons on his shirt until the top of his chest was exposed. “Please, Jay.” You knew how much he loved when you begged him, and it had the reaction you knew it would, which was a quick thrust of his hips until he was buried deep within you. 

JJ groaned loudly, knowing damn well how massive this house was and that there was no way anyone would be able to hear you. “Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing your hip with one hand while his other squeezes at your chest. His thumb and index finger pinch and tug at your nipple until it’s impossibly tight, then he leans down and does the same thing to the other, but this time with his lips and tongue. 

You jolt and kick the lower cabinet by accident, but neither of you care about the loud noise you just made as you let the lust take over. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist as he begins to fuck into you. “Fuck.”

JJ sucked in a breath through his teeth as your walls tightly gripped him, inviting him in deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. You felt so good, and he knew that, which is why he couldn’t wait until he got you back to your house after the party to do this. He probably would’ve come in his pants if he had to wait that long. 

With that being said, there is no way he is lasting long now. Not with the way you clung onto him as he fucked you, and the way your saliva coated chest brushed against his. 

You were already a moaning mess as he trailed his hand down and began rubbing circles onto your clit, and the new pressure only made you louder. JJ would proudly admit if you asked him that he loved the way you sounded for him, and loved how you weren’t afraid to get vocal at times like this. 

“Jesus, Jay,” you whimpered, biting down on your puffy lip that was swollen from his harsh kisses. You gripped the edge of the counter tightly with one hand, the other tangling in his blond hair as he fucked you hard and fast. Usually he liked to take his time with you and really worship your body for as long as he could, but this had to be quicker than normal for obvious reasons. 

“I know,” he grunted, pinching and pulling at your clit as he worked you open. He watched as he became more and more coated in your arousal with each thrust, and his jaw locked when you tilted your head back and pressed your chest against his. You looked so fucked out and hot, he was still in shock that he somehow managed to get you to agree to be his. “I know.”

“Fuck,” you nearly, cried, pressing your heels against his lower back and letting the sides of your thighs rest on the cool marble of the counter. It gave him the best view of your dripping core and it took a lot out of JJ to not come right then and there. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he rasped, fucking into you even harder than before, determined to make you come first. “Tell me you’re close, baby.”

You whimper, lifting your head and kissing him deeply. “I’m close, Jay,”

“Thank fuck,” he huffed, earning a soft laugh from you as you tensed up. “Come for me, baby. Come on me.”

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned loudly, bracing yourself on shaky arms as you coated his cock in your release. “Fuck…fuck.”

The added wetness and the way you were still clenching around him was all JJ needed as he came deep within your throbbing and pulsing walls, a deep grunt leaving the back of his throat. “God, Y/n,” he breathed out as he stilled inside you, watching with squinted eyes as you push yourself up and grin at him. “The things you do to me.”

You laugh as he leans down to kiss the tops of your breasts before pulling your dress back up. “I don’t want to go back downstairs now,” you blushed under his intense gaze, taking it upon yourself to button his shirt back up. “That was too good.”

It was always good with him, and he knew that, which is why he strived to give it to you better each time. “We could always just sneak out a window, steal The Twinkie and go back to your place,” he suggested as he slowly pulled out of you. 

You watched with parted lips as he grabbed your panties and shoved them into his pocket, then he zipped his pants up with a smirk. “But that pie Ward brought out looked really good,” you pouted and JJ laughed, walking back over to you and tugging at your lip. 

“Fine, we’ll stay for pie,” he stated, lifting you off the counter. He leaned down to press a final kiss to your mouth, smiling at you when he pulled away and took your hand in his. “Then I’m taking you home.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

it’s the way i know rafe actually gets off on you being jealous and honestly vice versa. maybe it’s bad that your foreplay is either of you fake flirting with someone at a party just to have rafe pull you into a bathroom and bend you over the counter and fuck you hard against the porcelain while the poor victims of your little game listen on the other side of the door.

a/n: we all know he lives for the drama, he lives for the toxic games

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“Occupied!” Rafe yelled when a loud knock boomed at the bathroom door. 

The interruption though didn’t cause him to slow down at all as he fucked you, rather it egged him on as he snapped his hips hard enough for your palm to soar up to your mouth, muffling the whine he withdrew from you.

As his grasp slid up from your tits, threatening to escape your sundress, up to your throat, his fingertips stretched up to your jaw as he leaned down close and found your gaze in the mirror.

“Maybe it’s your new boyfriend out there being a little perv and listening in,” the sink dug into your lower stomach at every one of his ruthless thrusts, “why don’t you moan real pretty for him, give him a little taste of what he’ll never have?” his fingers flexed around your neck, “or maybe I should just unlock the door since you enjoy so much being such a little slut and flirting with everyone even though you belong to me. Because you do, you know you do. It doesn’t matter how many people you wink at, you’ll always be mine… maybe he needs to see it in person to understand, see how well you take my cock to realise that mine is the only one that’ll ever get to stretch this little pussy out. You think that would clear it up for him?”

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[aphrodisiaexotica]

Making older married rafe breed you

He tries to resist but cant

older!rafe cameron x afab!reader

“fuck babydoll.. your pussy is just so fuckin’ pretty.. i can’t resist fuckin a baby into you, huh? you want my cum?”

Rafes thrusts were bruising

face smushed into his pillows, ass slapping against his hips

your dress rolled all the way up to your neck, tits bouncing heavily.

broken whimpers and whines were the only thing falling from your puffy bitten lips “hgh.. please ra-fe!”

“yeah, sweetheart? such a dirty girl for me.” he practically purred

rafe smirked his grip tightening on your hips bruises for sure going to be there in the morning long after he’s gone.

back home to his wife and kids.

the pleasure overwhelming your body, almost making you forget he wasn’t yours.

[writingroom21]

The Nanny

Pairing: rafe x nanny reader

Summary:Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside is dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: 18+, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cream pie, consumption of drugs (weed and coke), angst, (let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 5.7K

A/N: Sorry this chapter took forever. I had finals and a research project I had to finish before I could finish this chapter. On a good note I'm done with the school year so I have update more. I hope that y'all enjoy it!

Chapter 5: Don’t go breaking my heart

The sun shining through the thin curtains glows on your face, the light seeping through your eyelids. You started to stir awake, there was a warming tingle in your lower abdomen that kept getting more intense. The more you woke up you could feel hands on your hips, a tongue licking up your folds slowly before circling your clit and giving it a suck. Cracking your eyes open, you look down your body to meet Rafe’s blue eyes. You moan, hand reaching out to brush your fingers along his exposed cheek and then grabbing the back of his head.

Rafe’s tongue separates your folds, probing at your entrance and going up to your clit again. His right hand glides over your hip, under your leg to find your pussy. His ring and middle finger circling your entrance to collect your slink, pushing forward into you and curling upward. “Been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes. I made you breakfast.” His head tilts to the side, leaning down to give you a quick lick, his fingers pumping in and out of you. “But I think I’m gonna eat my breakfast first.” The end of his sentence being muffled as he buries his head in between your thighs.

You moan, throwing your head back, the feeling of his mouth and fingers causing your eyes to roll back. Moving your head to the side you look at where he pointed to, sure enough there is a tray sitting on the bedside table. Rafe’s fingers give a particularly hard thrust, scrapping your g-spot in the process. Your gaze goes back to him, his eyes are closed, humming into your pussy as he shakes his head side to side. You can see him grinding down on the bed, his pace matching the one of his fingers pumping into you.

All you can do is moan at the sight. He looks beautiful between your legs, the closed eyes just adding to your pleasure, just knowing he is enjoying this as much as you are. Rafe’s eyes open, locking into your face. “You gonna cum for me, beautiful? I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” His words vibrate around you; it sends shock waves to your clit, pushing you further off the cliff you were on the edge on. “Be a good girl and cum.” 

Your body convulses as your orgasim crashes through your body. “There you go. That’s a good girl.” His fingers don’t let up, slowly fucking till it’s too much for you to handle. He pulls his fingers out from you, licking you clean before kissing up your body. Stopping just to take your nipples in his mouth and giving them a few sucks. His body covers you, his arms caging you in. “Good morning.” He says bringing the fingers that were inside you to his mouth, moaning around the fingers as he tastes you again. “Fucking delicious.” The compliment makes you blush.

“Good morning to you too.” You whisper at him, bringing him down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Mhmmm I still think you taste better. Miss it really.” Your hand goes to pull his shorts down but is met with a wet spot on his shorts. You glance down and look back at him with a questioning look. Rafe buries his head in your neck not wanting you to see the embarrassment written on his face. “Sorry. Came in my fucking pants like a horny pubesent teen.” The words are mumbled into your skin. You take your hand and rub the back of his head, nails raking his scalp, relaxing him.

“It’s okay. I think it's hot that you did. Means you were enjoying it as much as I was.” Your lips are brushing against his ear, your other hand rubbing his back. “Yeah? How much were you enjoying it?” His tone was teasing, his fingers digging into your sides causing you to giggle. Rolling off you, Rafe gets up to grab the tray and hand it to you. “Here it might be cold but I thought you should eat something.” Rafe walks over to you, covering you with a blanket, placing the tray on your lap.

Looking down you can see that he made you. There’s a plate of scrambled eggs and two slices of toast with grape jam on them, a glass of oj along with it. But what really caught your eye was the pack of plan b that was laid out on the tray. “Rafe what’s this?” You ask, holding the package. He turns to look at you while pulling up new sweats. “Oh I got that last night while you were getting the food. Um I thought it’s better to be safe than sorry. You know, since we haven’t been using a condom.” He shrugs making his way back over to you, laying down next to you as you pick at the food.

“The safest option would be us using condoms. But that seems to be out of the question.” You munch on a piece of toast, bringing it closer to him so he can take a bite. Rafe licks his lips, the jam getting all over them. “Good that you know it’s not an option.” His fingers start to trace your arm, wrapping around your wrist to bring you hand over, placing a kiss to the palm. “I got us a few boxes. Didn’t want to run out.” You push him off of you, his lips leaving a slight warmth to your skin.

“Very funny Cameron. It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You stuff another piece of toast in your mouth, hoping your chewing will hide the fat your heart is racing. You don’t know why you said it, you know you mean it but still. He’s never going to let this down, he is always going to remind you that you had called him pretty. “Hmm pretty. Haven’t heard that one.” He has a little smirk on his face when you look at him. “I think you’re pretty too Sunny.” The words followed by a sweet kiss. 

Pulling away you both can’t help but smile, Rafe leaning in once again to steal another kiss from you. “Finish up here and get ready. I’m gonna hop in the shower and then we are going out.” He shuffles off the bed, hunching over to peck your legs making you giggle. “I would finish faster if I had some good food. Like some chocolate chip pancakes.” You tease him. “You’re not six babe. You can’t just eat sweets for breakfast.” You gasp. “Of course I can. They are the best things ever created.”Wrong, he thought you were the best thing created. His thoughts had shocked him, he can’t be thinking like this. He would only ruin you with the cloud of violence that followed him. 

“Going where?” Your voice breaks his thoughts, he looks up at you for a second, hands massaging your calves. Rafe needs the moment to bury the thoughts deep down the vault he keeps the rest of his emotions in, locking them up so they can’t crawl their way out. “I’m taking you out on the Druthers. Wear that little bathing suit I like.” He winks at you before disappearing into his bathroom. You sit there on the bed, finishing the last bit of food before taking the plan b and getting up. 

It didn’t take you long to get ready, the shower being quick and picking out clothes wasn’t hard. You already knew Rafe wanted you to wear the lavender bathing suit you recently got. He went crazy when you first wore it by the pool, he wouldn’t leave you alone the whole afternoon. Always asking you if you needed a refill of whatever drink you had and even going as far as offering to add more sunscreen to your skin. Rafe was never shy when it came to flirting with you but that day too the cake, it wasn’t just flirting it was desperation at that point. The thought alone makes you squeeze your thighs trying to dull the throbbing between your legs.

You pull on shorts and a crop top, checking yourself out in the mirror you see a hickey on the side of your neck. A whistle catches your attention, you can see Rafe leaning on your door frame. “Now isn’t this a view.” He uncrosses his arms, pushing off the door and walking up behind you. He brushes your hair to one side kissing up your neck. His eyes are watching you through the mirror, focusing on your smile. Rafe leans his head forward capturing your lips, his hand making their way to your neck, placing a delicate chain around you. 

He pulls back, clasping the necklace in place and fixing your hair. You look down at your collar bone noticing the sun pendant resting there. “What is this?” The question barely leaves your lips, your eyes fixated as you play with the charm between your fingers. “I made another stop yesterday. I wanted to get you something pretty.” He’s not looking at you, eyes trained to your fingers playing with the sun charm. He clears his throat, eyes flicking up before moving back down. “It’s a sun because you know… you’re my Sunny.” 

His eyes are staring back at yours now. The two of you frozen in your spots waiting for the other to say something. Your eyes move back to the mirror, seeing writing on the other side of the small charm. You lean closer, flipping it over to see a cursive R on the back. “R?” You look back at him, turning around to face him. His left hand reaches to rub the back of his neck, scratching it. “Um… I just thought. I” He looks at you for a moment gathering his thoughts. He can feel the word vomit about to start and he wants to just change the topic, but then he looks at you. Your wide doe like eyes shining up at him, your hand reaching for his, fingers slotting together. “I wanted you to have a piece of me. I don’t know it’s stupid I just. Fuck I don’t like it when guys come up to talk to you, that they think they can have you. Just needed you to have me with you so you know you're mine.” 

“Do I need to give you something now so you know you’re mine?” His lips twitch into a smile, you’re just as jealous as he is.  Rafe wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, one of his hands cupping your cheek. “Why would I need another girl when I have all that I want right in front of me.” He whispers, his lips crashing onto yours. He admitted he’s yours, in his own way he dulled all your worries. You pull away from the kiss, looking at him, loving the goofy smile on his lips. “I love it baby. Thank you.” 

Rafe’s thumb caresses your face, pecking your nose before dragging you both out of your room. “Come on, we should get going.” You pull back causing him to stop on the stairs, at this height you are taller than him. “Wait. I… I am yours, just so you know. I don’t just go sleeping around with people.” Rafe releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He pulls you down, kissing you. “I would really hope not. Don’t really want to be arrested for murder.” You giggle walking ahead of him. “Come one big bad wolf, you promised me a boat day.”

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The wind was blowing your hair all over the place, you had to keep swiping it away from your eyes. Rafe was in the boat's cockpit steering the both of you further out to sea. You were sitting on the bench looking out to the water, watching as the boat crashed over the waves.  A smell infiltrates your nose, it's pungent, you glance at rafe your suspicions confirmed. Rafe is standing there, left hand on the wheel, the right hand has a blunt pressed to his lips. You watch as he takes a puff, his hand resting on the wheel as he exhales. “What are you doing?”

He looks over his shoulder to look at you, turning ahead again and taking another hit. “Just having a quick smoke. Don’t worry I want to go off killing us.” He jokes, throwing you a little smirk taking a hit just to blow the smoke at you. You giggle, flapping your arms around to get the smoke out of your face. You stand up walking over to him, your arms wrap around his waist from behind, his beck to your chest. “I would hope not, I’m not close to being done with you.” Standing on the ball of your feet, you nip at his ear.

Rafe lets out a little groan, moving around to stop the boat, turning around to have you in his arms. “I like the sound of that. What do you want to do with me Sunny?” He taunts, walking around you to anchor the boat. “Well if you wouldn’t walk away you might be able to find out.” You are playing with the hem of your top, exposing your stomach. Rafe looks at you taking another hit before walking back to you. “Well maybe I don’t want us drifting out to sea. I don’t know how the sharks would feel about our show.” 

Rafe has the blunt hanging on his lips, removing his snapback he places it back on so it backwards. It distracts you for a moment, entranced by just looking at him. Sharks. Rafe just mentioned sharks. “Do you really think there are sharks?” You ask, eyes skirting around the water to see anything. One of his hands cups your face, forcing eye contact. “Hey. I’m sure there are no sharks around. Plus we’ll be on the boat anyway, nothing’s going to hurt you.” He’s right. The irrational fear you had of sharks and the creatures of the sea couldn’t harm you from up here. Unless there’s a freak storm and the boat collapses. You need a distraction, a change of topic.

You look down at the blunt Rafe is holding, there’s still half of it there. “What’s it like?” You’re genuinely curious. You always wondered what could possibly be so great about weed, all of your friends praised it but you just didn’t understand. “Getting high?” Rafe is confused by your question, he thought you didn’t care for this stuff. You turned down Benny’s offer when he asked, yet again he was being a creep so it’s probably a good thing you did. “Yeah, I always wanted to know.” He’s staring at you trying to think about what to say. “It’s like feeling on cloud 9. The thoughts in your head get blurred in this haze. Everything just feels better.” 

“Can I try it?” He watches your face for a second, trying to see if you are serious. When he doesn’t see any sign of you joking he straightens a little, shifting the weight from foot to foot. “Yeah, okay. Um how ‘bout we try this. Open your mouth for me baby, yeah just like that. Now when I exhale you inhale okay?” You nod telling him you understand. Rafe brings the blunt to his lips, taking a puff before leaning in. His lips are right against yours as he exhales the smoke into your mouth. You inhale coughing a little towards the end due to the smoke tickling.

“How was that?” Rafe asks, taking a hit for himself as he looks down at you. “Good. Can we do it again?” You step closer to him, grabbing his hand to bring the blunt to your mouth, ready to take a real hit. “Nah baby. Let's try one more time. Gotta make sure you know how to do it properly.” He smirks as he takes the hit, lips crashing to yours as the smoke rushes into your mouth to your lungs. He’s devouring you with this kiss, his hand going for your hip, squeezing it as he backs you into the wheel. He breaks the kiss looking down at you. “Good?”He whispers.

“Fucking amazing.” He slowly brings the blunt to your lips, watching as the wrap around the end as you take a pull. You wince from the slight burning pain, exhaling rapidly to release the smoke. “Alright I think that’s enough for you.” Rafe laughs out, taking the final pull before putting the blunt out. He’s probably right, your body feels so light. As if every step you take is actually on a cloud. You feel great. A giggle slips past your lips. “What’s so funny?” Rafe questions, pulling his shirt off to combat the heat.

“Nothing, I just feel great.” Another giggle leaves your body. There are tingles shooting throughout your body, everything just feels hazy. Rafe watches you with a smile, admiring the way your smile lights up your whole face. His eyes catch the necklace, liking the fact that in some way you're his. That’s why he really got it for you. You may not know it and the world may not know it but you’re his. The nagging thoughts start to claw at his chest, his throat tightening from discomfort. She’s not yours, this means nothing. The words swirl in his mind, you really aren’t his, you never will be. There’s no way that someone as perfect as you would want to be with someone as broken as he is. Rafe turns around making his way down the stairs to get to the little kitchen, trying to escape the raw feeling he has. “Want anything to drink?”

He’s gone by the time you try to talk to him, confused you follow his lead. “Sure, I’ll just have water.” Nothing else is said in return. You find him going through the fridge, his back is to you ducking down to get a view of what’s inside. You walk up closer, laying a hand in the middle of his back, doing a small soothing circle. He tenses at the feeling of your hand, handing you the water bottle and putting a distance between you two. “Is everything okay?” Rafe looks at you, noticing the wide eye worry look you have. It’s usually reserved for Wheezie or Sarah but now here you are, giving him that look. “Yeah, just got in my head for a second.” He tries to brush it off, change the subject before that look breaks his resolve.

“You know you can talk to me. What did I say about communication?” You got him, he knows if he voices his concerns, how he worries he isn’t good enough. That he would never deserve to be with you, how he can only hurt you in the end like he always does. He knows you would comfort him and tell him he’s more than that. But he can’t bring himself to do it, all the times Ward yelled at him for voicing his feelings, come rushing in. Be a man, this isn’t how men act Rafe. Grow up. So he does.

“Nothing to talk about, just something about tonight. Gotta figure out who I want to push to.” It looks like you believe him, for a slight moment the worry dissolves from your face. If you don’t believe him you don’t say anything, trusting his words you let it go. “Why don’t we go sunbathe? It’s getting pretty hot don’t you think?” You raise an eyebrow, setting the water down so you can remove your shirt and then the shorts. Being left in the lavender bikini you make your way out to the deck to lay down. Rafe’s footsteps can be heard following you, tilting your head you can see he took his shirt off. You stare at him, smirking when you see he left the backwards snapback on.

“You wore the bikini.” He states, laying down next to you. “It’s a good bathing suit. You should try it on.” You giggle, seeing Rafe shake his head and chuckle. “I don’t think it would look good on me. But you baby, fuck, it looks great on you.” He turns to his side facing you, his hand skimming along your skin, lightly pulling at the bottom of your top. “Let me rephrase, I suggest it because it requires you to remove it from me.” You turn now, looking at him, enjoying his arm pulling you closer. “I like the sound of that.” He leans in kissing you. Your senses are heightened by the weed, the kiss tickling your lips. 

You roll on your back, taking Rafe’s arm as you go. The sun gets blocked when he comes into your eye line. “You’re perfect Sunny.” His lips crash to yours, the kiss deepening as you spread your legs letting him get closer. His left hand slides up your side, cupping your breast, playing with it. You are just so perfect, made for him in every way. Your hips start to grind up, wanting to feel Rafe, wanting him inside. Soon he gets the message, grinding his hips down to meet yours. Through his shorts you can feel his dick start to get harder, he lets out a groan. Rafe pulls at the strings at your top, slipping it off of you making his way down to your chest. “Rafe please.” You whine grinding harder on him, the barely there bottoms makes it feel like there’s nothing between you. “Please, what baby? Hmm?” He latches onto your right nipple, his hand pinching your left one. He starts to rub it between his pointer finger and thumb, a moan escapes your mouth, your back arching up. 

“I don’t hear any words coming out.” he mumbles, pinching your nipple harder. “Please baby. I want to feel you inside me. Don’t you wanna fuck me?” He glances up through his eyelashes, his eyes locking to yours. “Been wanting to fuck you since I met you. I’m never going to give this up.” There are tingles spreading through your body at every kiss he gives your skin, making his way down until he reaches your bottoms. “God this bikini has been killing me.” His finger tugging at the strings and removing it. “Gonna do something about it.” You moan out as he kisses your thigh, licking a strip along to get a taste of you. You are glistening, the sun making your wet pussy look drench. Well you were, the weed made you feel horny, making out with Rafe definitely didn’t help. 

“Fucking soaked, Sunny.” He spreads your folds, licking up to your clit and placing a kiss there. “Rafe?” Your voice caught his attention. “Fuck me.” He gives you another kiss and goes back up to kiss you. “Your wish is my command.” You pull down his shorts, giving him a few strokes, teasing his tip with your thumb. He swats your hand away, lining his tip but not entering you. Rafe starts to rock his hips, his dick gliding between your folds. He goes on like that for a minute. Try to have you break, he uses his thumb to hold him closer to you, his tip hitting your clit each time. Every whine that escapes you sends shivers down his spine, he wants to fuck you but he needs you to beg him. “Please.” the airyness of your voice does him in.

The feeling of him pushing in is ecstasy, setting everything in your body on fire. His body is covering you, your face buried in his shoulder to block out your noises. You bite into his shoulder, fingers digging into his biceps as he rocks into you. The pace is nice and slow, different from the other times. Rafe’s dick drags slowly, every vein of his dick can be felt. Opening your eyes you are blinded by the sun, squinting them to adjust to the light. “Rafe” you moan out. His head moves, pecking your cheek, your nose, then your mouth. “I’m here baby.” His hand brushes your hair away from your face, holding you head, stabilizing himself with his arm. “I got you.” The words tickle you, his breath fanning over your lips.

The sounds of the waves crashing on the side of the boat fades into background noise. All you can hear is the sounds of Rafe’s groans and your own moans. The squelching of your pussy getting louder the more you get lost in the feeling. The feeling was too much, getting overwhelmed by the constant stimulation to your g-spot. “It’s okay baby, you can come.” The confirmation was enough to send you overboard. Your orgasim crashes down on you, shocking your whole system. “That’s it. Such a good girl for me.”

Rafe grabs one of your hands, bringing it over your head and intertwining your fingers. His other arms wrap around you, your head resting on his forearm as you are pressed together. “You feel so perfect. Fucking amazing.” He moans out, ready to cum at any moment. “Cum in me. I need you to fill me, baby.” You whisper into his ear. His hips start to flutter, losing his rhythm. “Come on, be a goodboy a fill me up.” He was done for. Cumming in you was just something that he’s been playing into, liking that he’s marking you in a different intimate way. Hearing that you want it, hearing you asking to be filled up by his cum was like winning the lottery. At least it was for him.

As he reaches his orgasim, Rafe’s body starts to shake. This is the strongest he’s ever cum, his arm and fingers tightening around you. You both lay there, bodies pressed to another. Rafe doesn’t let you go as he fills you, staying there until you tell him to move. Slowly he moves away, looking at your flushed face as he pulls back. He uses his shirt to wipe away the mess between your legs. “How are you feeling?” He asks standing over you causing him to look down. “I feel great.” Your hand blocks the sun from your eyes. Getting up you put your bikini back on and walk back to the steering wheel to head back home. The sun is setting now making the water look like it’s glowing.

Rafe makes his way over, starting the boat and costing off to get back. “You coming to the bonfire tonight?” Thinking about Rafe’s question, you don’t see the harm in going. It could be good to get out of the house, be around people other than each other. “Sure why not.” You shrug. “Good gotta show my girl off.” His hands reach for your waist pulling you in, his heading going to the crook in your neck, placing delicate kisses along the flesh. He’s doing it again. Messing up the lines, knocking down the walls you keep putting up. “Your girl?” You question tilting your head to the side, giving him more access. “Yeah my girl.” He mumbles against your skin.

 A warming sensation can be felt in your chest, going straight to your cheeks. You giggle pulling away, getting your clothes to put them on. “Okay play your cards right and that might be true.” You step on the balls of your feet, getting closer to his lips for a kiss. It lasts a few seconds, lips molding against each other. Pulling away you both smile. “I’ll meet you there, yeah? I gotta meet some people who are buying off of me.” His eyes are shining, it must be the light, but they look fuller, happier. “Meet you there.” The rest of the ride back to the dock was filled with silence. Both of you are enjoying the moment and thinking, everything seems to be working out. You don’t know why you were worried in the first place.

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Rafe got to the bonfire an hour ago, spending the time talking to some people and selling to others. He ran into Topper and Kelce around twenty minutes ago, catching up about what happened after the country club. The two boys not believing that you of all people would even give Rafe a chance. They knew he had a thing for you, he would tell them all the time what he would do if you gave him a chance. So hearing he got it, especially after that scene they don’t buy it. “There’s no way you are sleeping with her. She looked like she wanted to kill you the other day.” Topper laughs while taking another sip of his beer. Kelce starts to go in a different direction, calling him crazy for even going for it in the first place. Sure he thought you were hot and would do the same, but Rafe is crazy if he thinks this would work.

“Dude do you really think that would work out? She literally works for you.” Kelce laughs out. “She works for my dad, not me.” Rafe tries to argue. “Exactly. Imagine Ward finding out you’re banging the nanny. He’ll blow a casket once he finds out.” The rest of his words are lost on Rafe. Fuck he’s right, Ward would kill him. Ward would never trust him again, further making him the black sheep they labeled him as. “She always brushed you off this year. Don’t you think this is just something fun to pass the time? I mean she literally only slept with you because no one is home. What’s going to happen when the fam gets back.” Kelce’s words snap him from his own thoughts. You’re only sleeping with him because everyone is out of town. Of course this was just some dumb hookup, he’s the king of them why would he think differently.

Rafe walks away going straight to the keg to fill his cup, chugging it just to fill it once again. He can’t do this right now, his thoughts screaming at him at how much of a fuck up he is. He’s left alone for a week with you and he’s fucked up the rest of his life. An over exaggeration but that’s how he feels. He can already see his dad’s reaction, Ward screaming at him with that disappointed look that's only reserved for him. The negative thoughts keep whispering in his mind, confirming to him how messed up he is. He goes through the motions of the atmosphere around him, taking bumps of coke to chase the high he craved. Each bump clouds his brain, he hasn’t done coke in a couple of days. Not needing it to help him get through the day, to lay the thoughts to bed.

The coke makes him forget he completely promised to meet you here. At this moment he doesn’t care, only wanting to get high and forget about what is happening with you. He doesn’t know how it happens but soon enough he’s sitting off away from the party, on some log with this girl on him. She’s kissing him, grinding into his lap clawing at his head. Something feels off for him not really getting into it like he normally would. He blames it on the coke, since he hasn’t taken it in a while all the bumps are getting to him. It doesn’t matter to him, this is just something to distract him, that’s all he needs.

That’s how you catch him, sitting on the log with some girl on top of him. You got here almost ten minutes ago a little late due to you taking forever to get ready. You spotted Rafe’s truck when you got here so you thought finding him would be easy but you were wrong. There were a lot of people here, there normally is but this party seems larger. Bodies of people push up against you as you walk past them. You had seen Topper asking if he saw Rafe. He looked around saying he left a little bit ago not making eye contact with you. You knew he was lying since you saw his truck but brushed it off to continue looking for him. Shortly after you made your way to the outskirts of the party, away from most of the people, that’s when you saw them.

You just stand there and watch as he puts his hand on this girl, making out with her, practically fucking each other for everyone to see. You walk closer to them, your mind begging you to turn away but the other part needs to know if it really was him. It had to be your mind playing tricks on you, it’s too dark to even be sure. The girl pulls away from him “Why don’t we get out of here?” She asks, grabbing his hand as she stands, and you watch him nod to her request. Standing his eyes locked onto yours, tears streaming down your face. “Sunny?” You don’t want to hear what he has to say, you turn around trying to put as much distance between you and them. Rafe’s voice calls out to you, people turn their heads to look at the commotion. The sight being Rafe standing there frozen in place with a girl wrapped around him and you running off to where the cars are parked. 

You recognized the girl, she was one of the workers at the country club, Sofia. How dumb could you have been? Of course he was fucking other people, you weren’t exclusive. Thinking that all those moments and sweet words actually meant something to him like they did to you. The necklace feels like it’s burning into your skin, feeling heavy around your neck. You thought that it meant he actually cared for you, that he wanted you to be his. Fuck. You told him you were his, gave him a piece of you that no one has touched. You were stupid to think he would actually want to be with you. It didn’t matter what he said to explain himself, from this moment on Rafe Cameron is dead to you.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Morgy & Dolly’s Writing Game Masterlist

You can find all works from me & @babygorewhore’s writing game here feel free to click the link and come play with us🖤

Cry Baby by @babygorewhore (Rafe with a dacrypxhila kink)

Perverted by @babygorewhore (Rafe with Barry’s sister/perv reader)

Make You Mine by @babygorewhore (Knife play with Rafe)

I’m Talking Now by @babygorewhore (Brat taming with Rafe)

Baby’s Gotta Gun by me (Gun play with Rafe)

Butterfly Fantasies by me (Dad’s best friend!Rafe)

Do It In A Van by me (road head with John B)

Milkmaid Dress by @rafescurtainbangz (I’ve always loved you with Rafe)

[nottsangel]

obx porn links vol. 2 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.

nav. // main m.list // blurbs m.list // vol. 1 + vol. 3

— JJ MAYBANK

reverse cowgirl with jj outside

jj sucking and admiring your tits

dom!jj spanking you

giving boyfriend!jj a blowjob

doggystyle with best friend!jj

jj showing you how strong he is

riding roommate!jj in your room

jj fucking you while you’re wearing his shirt

helping jj relax after a long day

enemy!jj fucking you at a party

jj fucking you hard from behind

— RAFE CAMERON

missionary with boyfriend!rafe

ghostface!rafe sneaking into your room and fucking you

dom!rafe punishing you

rafe eating you out after a stressful day

morning sex with rafe

enemy!rafe fingering and choking you

shower sex with rafe

rafe fucking you on his yacht

study sessions with best friend!rafe

rafe admiring your body

riding rafe in his truck

neighbour!rafe fucking you in his bed

[eternalbuckley]

OUTER BANKS PORN LINKS.

characters: rafe, jj, sarah

warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. the following links are twitter links to porn videos, not fics. please keep that in mind. the videos contain fem / afab people.

a/n: since some of you wanted that i make a list of my current favourite porn videos… here are a few with some scenarios involved 🤓 enjoy babes!!

links are under the cut!

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

navigation | masterlists

RAFE CAMERON

› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.

› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.

› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.

› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]

› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.

› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.

JJ MAYBANK

› enemie!jj breeding you.

› jj fingering you.

› jj licking your nipples.

› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.

› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.

› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.

SARAH CAMERON

› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.

› fucking sarah with a strap on.

› eating sarah out after a party.

› dom!sarah not letting you cum.

› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.

› using a vibrator on sub!sarah. [a small whip is used a few times for spanking as well]

[rafeandonlyrafe]

a bet's a bet

rafe participates in no nut november

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female masturbation (with toys), p in v sex, unprotected sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs

nov. 1

“this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.” you cross your arms over your chest, but your boyfriend doesn’t give in, remaining steadfast.

“i already agreed to the bet, baby. you can’t change my mind.” rafe simply says, focusing on looking out the window instead of at you, avoiding your glare.

“i have needs too rafe! i can’t believe you’d agree to this without talking to me first.” you stand up from the couch, tired of this conversation. you grab your laptop and head up to your shared bedroom.

if rafe was going to make a stupid bet to not cum for the entire month of november, then you are at least going to repurchase a vibrator and dildo that rafe threw away when you first started dating, claiming you’d never need them again.

you pay for rush shipping and use rafes credit card, because fuck him.

nov. 3

“come on, just eat my pussy.” you groan, legs spread wide open on the bed, trying to convince rafe to pleasure you, but he just shakes his head no.

“baby, if i eat you out, i’m going to fuck you too. i can’t cum and break the bet, it’s only november 3rd. it’s been three days, we can do this.”

you close your legs as rafe lays down in bed next to you. you shouldn’t even be particularly needy yet. it’s not like you haven’t gone this amount of time before without having sex, but knowing you can’t have him is torture. 

you can’t imagine a world without rafes cock, you’ve gotten so used to being stretched out by him on the regular that an entire month without is giving you withdrawal symptoms, increasing your horniness to unbearable levels.

nov. 5

look what just arrived. you attach a picture of your opened package, pink dildo and vibrator sat inside the box.

rafe reads the message but doesn’t deem you a reply, too busy doing whatever with barry. you honestly doesn’t care as you cunt pulses, needing to feel something inside of it, knowing it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as rafes cock, but it will do. for now.

you strip yourself free of clothing and lay down on the bed, not even needing to go into the hidden album on your phone of nudes rafe has sent you, or when he snatched your phone off the nightstand and videoed you getting fucked, you simply imagine rafe being there, being the one touching you.

you send snaps to rafe, hoping to entice him into coming home and giving you his cock, but when you send him a video of you coming on the dildo, he simply replies with good try princess.

nov. 6

“aren’t you jealous of my dildo?” you ask, purposely leaving it out on the bed, but rafe doesn’t say a word as he lays down for the night.

“of course i am. this is hell for me too, y/n, but a bet is bet.”

nov. 7

“they won’t even know. just fuck me, i need it.” you whine, rocking against the seat that you’re sat on, not even caring that you’re out on rafes boat, and anyone could see you, not when he’s shirtless, muscles gleaming in the sun, a slight sweat sheening his skin from the high temperature.

“i can’t lie, princess. besides, they’ll know.”

“please, i’m desperate.” you beg, sliding off the stool to sit next to rafe on the captains bench as he effortlessly steers the boat towards deeper water.

“sorry baby.” rafe just tsks.

“can we make out at least? you’ve barely kissed me at all this month.” it’s true, in an effort to keep himself from growing a boner and losing self control, rafe has kept all of your kisses brief.

“fine, but keep your hands away.” rafe says, also missing your lips against his.

you were hoping you could press your body against his, at least get some relief, but rafe does make you keep your distance as your lips glide over his.

nov. 9

“i think this counts as girlfriend cruelty.” you cross your arms over your chest after another unsuccessful attempt at begging rafe to fuck you.

“i’ll make it up with a shopping spree.” rafe offers, and it’s not as good as his dick, but you still agree to it.

nov. 10

“does it feel as good as me?” rafe whispers in your ear, resisting the urge to reach down and help you out as you’re sat on the bed, fucking yourself with your new dildo as he tries to ignore the pulsating erection, forcing himself to think about things that turn him off, even as you’re laid out masturbating in front of him.

“fuck no it doesn’t.” you grunt, desperate for an orgasm even though you hate doing it solo, especially when rafe is right there, able to help. “which is why you should give up on this stupid bet and fuck me. need your cock, baby, i miss it.” “sorry.” rafe kisses your cheek, but still watches you in fascination as you cum.

nov. 12

“miss you.” you tell rafe, snuggling into his side as his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you tight to his body as you cuddle, having just enjoyed a lazy day together.

“miss you too baby.” rafe kisses the top of your head, letting his hands touch your, rub over your back, but never venturing into dangerous territory.

“want you so bad.” you complain. you don’t mean to ruin the sweet moment, but you really are beyond desperate for rafe.

“18 more days, we can do it.” rafe says, but you’re really not sure that you can.

nov. 13

“maybe i’ll go sleep with topper.” you say, hands on your hips, finally getting rafes attention as his head snaps up.

“fuck you will not.” he grunts.

“well, this bet is between you topper and kelce, right? maybe i’ll just go make them cum and then you can finally fuck me. i would also get some new dick out of it.” “you’re being a brat.” rafe says, knowing they’re idle threats, there’s no way you’d ever cheat on rafe, you just want to get him to break.

“well what are you going to do?” you taunt. “it’s not like you can punish me.”

rafe just smirks.

nov. 15

“what are you working on?” you ask rafe, placing your hands on his shoulders as he types away on his laptop. you bend down and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hums about whatever project he’s doing. you rub your hands over his shoulders, mumbling something about tension and working too much.

you let your hands move forward against his chest, and then lower and lower, until rafe is pushing your hand away from his crotch.

“come on, please.” you pout.

“you’re halfway there, baby. we can do this. a little bit longer and i’ll make you cum every day in december.” “multiple times a day, i think i’ve earned it.” you argue back.

nov. 16

you’ve had it. you’re sitting watching rafe work out, pussy dripping into you’re underwear, and you’re done with the games and the stupid bet, you’re getting your boyfriend to fuck you today.

you leave the home gym, rafe asking you where you’re going as he lifts the weight, but you ignore him. you head into your bedroom, changing into rafes favorite pair of lingerie and a tall pair of heels that still don’t cause you to reach his height.

you walk back down the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you reenter the gym.

“fuck, baby, don’t do this to me.” rafe drops his head into his hands, physically unable to look at you.

“no. fuck this bet. it’s so stupid, rafe, i’m about to explode. i need you to fuck me. i don’t care what you lose.” “fine.” rafe says, and you think you misheard him at first.

“what?” you question.

“get the fuck over here before i change my mind, god i need you.” rafe stands, meeting you halfway as your bodies clash, lips pressed hard against each others as you paw at rafes clothes, needing to see him in all his naked glory.

you don’t even care that he’s sweaty from the gym, or that he’s lowering you onto the tiled floor instead of your bed. you’re not going to take the time to move even a foot.

“take your shorts off, fuck.” you groan, hands slipping as you try to push them down his hips. 

rafe pauses his assault on your mouth to push his shoulders and underwear down, his hard cock springing free, tip already leaking with his balls hanging heavy down, filled with need from going without an orgasm for so long.

you pull your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked cunt. all it took was rafe agreeing to have sex that you got a rush of wetness.

rafe doesn’t waste time fingering you to open you up. you’ve been consistent enough with your dildo that it doesn’t hurt at all as he slides in, his warmth pressing against your walls as rafe groans, eyes fluttering shut as he cums before he even gives you one thrust, spurting into your pussy.

it’s too quick for you, but you still moan, clit pulsing as you finally get your boyfriend inside of you again.

“fuck, forgot how fucking tight you are.” rafe moans, and despite just cumming, he begins to snap his hips again already, fucking the cum further into you.

you reach down with one hand to rub your clit, pulling your boobs out of your bra with the other, letting them bounce with every hard thrust rafe delivers, not going easy on you despite it being 16 full days since you last had him.

“never doing no nut november again.” rafe promises you, pressing your lips back together in a searing kiss as you wrap your free arm around his shoulder and pulling him into you, his chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.

“i love your cock so much.” you moan, knowing when this is over you are going right upstairs and throwing that dildo away again.

“cum for me baby.” rafe begs, already feeling a second orgasm build, somehow having more cum to give you.

“yes, rafe!” you shout, back arching up off the floor as you cum, rubbing your clit to completion as rafe finishes inside you again, the excess of cum spilling out even as he keeps himself deep inside of you.

rafe collapses on top of you, twisting to the side so all your weight isn’t on him. he flinches when his bare skin hits the floor. “fuck, it’s cold.”

“it’s tile, dummy.” you giggle, causing rafe to groan when your pussy tightens. “take me upstairs, please.” you press your lips to rafe.

“i need a little bit of a break, baby.” rafe says, and you can tell from the way his cock is steadily softening inside of you.

“nope, you can eat me out until you’re ready to go again. i absolutely deserve this.” rafe laughs softly, “okay, you do.”

nov. 17

“you didn’t tell me this is what you had to do if you lost!” you shout at rafe as he looks at himself in the mirror.

“would it have changed how crazy horny you were?” rafe asks.

“i mean- no.” you sigh. “but you could have told me! i probably could have made it 15 more days if you just fingered me or something!” “do you wanna do it for me or do i have to do it myself?” rafe asks, causing you to snatch the clippers out of his hand.

“i’ll do it.” you run the blade over his head, watching as the gorgeous blond strands of hair fall off your boyfriends head, having to buzz it because he couldn’t resist fucking you for an entire month.

[obxsprincess]

warnings ; toxic references, degradation

”pretty thing ain’t ya pogue” rafe hissed in your ear — fat tip pushing in your sopping pussy. his hickies all over your body, which he had you bent over his couch cushion like a rag doll. thighs jerked around his waist, your tits pressed against the plush couch as his dick slid into your puffy walls

“and fuckin’ tight,” rafes words were so filthy you uncontrollably clenched around his cock. sucking him in even deeper and yet pushing him out. he grunted in response. “fucking do that again and ‘m cumming inside you - damn you want that don’t you baby?” his hand pulled your forehead so you were looking at him — the mere size of his cock making water pool in your lash line. his slow, taunting thrusts left your mind deliciously blank.

“c-cameron we auh auh- cant!” the fact you even got it out surprised you both, yet only made the bastard smirk. “sure I can, you don’t have a say baby’ I’m doing you a favor slut, let’s not forget that, yea’?” a moan slipped from your lips as his hips began to slap into your ass — many moans as he pushed down on your back, thrusting your hips up even higher he hit your sweet spot perfectly “god, such a fucking shame your a pogue, prettiest slut I’ve ever seen. never had kook cock have you, mhm?” you knew he was enjoying the taunts far to much, but his heavy balls slapping against your clit truly blurred out any scoffs you could have resided to. instead being replaced by dirty gasps and moans — all falling from your drool kissed lips. it was answer enough — and he fucking loved it.

“good cause’ mines the only one you’ll ever gonna have, pogue” the words disappeared in your mind before they even set it, the feeling of his tip thrusting right into your g spot triggered your electric laced climax. cunt walls quivering around his dick — balls deep in your squelching pussy.

“p-pull out” you tried to manage — your blurry tinged head barely doing anything to truly protest. it just felt so good.

in an instant, he pried your legs from his waist and pushed your hips down onto the couch — prone boning you from the back as you felt him lick a strike up the side of your neck. “don’t tell a kook what to do baby” the words almost registered right before he slammed to the hilt once more — his tip twitched against your cervix, a deep groan leaving his throat as his cum leaked down your clenching cunt. “f-fuck you rafe” you panted. feeling him collapse gently on top of you, peeling your sweat brimmed hair from your neck as he layed another purple mark. “your hot when your mad, pogue,” you gasped as he kneeled behind you — thrusting his cum deeper into you, holding it in. “but say it again sweetheart and I’ll make sure every one of your filthy fucking friends knows you belong to me,” you were exhausted — and yet his greedy fingers found your clit, circling it just to prove his point. so sensitive from the touch you bucked against him. “none of them fuck you like I do, do they baby? yea’ none of them ever fuckin’ will”

a/n : toxic rafe just does things to me… carnally. I needed to write a quick blurb lmao. imagining he saw you at a party and well… it’s rafe hehe

[rafecameroninterlude]

love your new theme and rafe + noncon (if your uncomfortable just ignore this)

warnings: non-con!!, ex-bf!rafe, possessiveness, breaking and entering (?), obsession, manipulation, unprotected sex

a/n: i’m so happy you love the theme, thank youuu <3 also i got a little carried away so this is a tiny bit longer than a drabble lol

“yes, i’m just so excited! i haven’t been on a date in so long..” you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you fixed the straps of your heels. “oh, my god, please tell me you’re wearing that one sexy dress that you keep in the back of your closet,” you laughed softly, “the dress that rafe never let me wear? yeah, i’m wearing it out tonight.” your friend squealed excitedly on the other line. “i just know you look insanely hot right now. what was that guy’s name again?” she asked. “warner. remember, he’s the one that stopped me outside when we were out for brunch?” you grabbed your purse, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“oh, that’s right! okay, stay safe and tell me all the details when you get back.” she said. “i will, bye!” you hung up, making your way to the front door.. except it was already open. “warner, huh?” your heart dropped at the voice. it couldn’t be. “how did you get in here, rafe?” your voice was shaky, fear planting your feet in place. he sighed, pressing his chest to your back as he closed the door, locking it shut. “i made a spare key.” he shrugged, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “where do you think you’re going, y/n?” his chin rested in the crook of your neck.

“on a date.” his breath was hot against your skin. “no, no, i don’t think so..” he whispered in your ear, a hand coming up to wrap around your throat. you should’ve known it wasn’t going to be this easy to ‘move on’ from rafe. he made it nearly impossible for you to get through each day without a reminder. the cryptic messages, the constant deliveries and showering of gifts, it, he, was inescapable. “please leave.” you whimpered, a chill running down your spine as his grip tightened around the column of your throat. “what did i tell you about this dress?” he traced a finger down your side.

“you have to leave me alone, rafe. i’m begging.” tears started forming in your eyes. “leave you alone and then what? let someone else have you? oh, baby..” he shook his head, “i’ll die before that happens.” you screamed as he dragged you down the hallway, tripping over your feet until he pushed you onto your bed. he straddled you, taking your chin between his thumb. “look at this makeup..” he marveled at the sight of your glossed lips and shimmery eyes, “i’ve always thought you looked prettier after i ruin it.” he laid you down, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

you pushed at his chest, the action deemed useless as he didn’t budge. his nose ran across the underside of your jaw. “you know what i’ve had to do since you left me?” he pinned your thigh onto his hip, stroking the soft flesh of your ass. “i spray your perfume on my pillows so that i could still go to sleep and wake up to you everyday.” you cried, still trying to push him off. “everything was so perfect..” he pulled away, wiping a stray tear from your eye, “until you fucked it all up.” he pinned both of your hands between the valley of your breasts. “until you said i was too controlling and left.” he said through gritted teeth.

rafe locked eyes with you as he undid his belt. “no. no, don’t do this.” you tried to kick and thrash, but the weight of him didn’t let you. “shhh, i’m not going to do anything i haven’t already done.” he cupped your cheeks, taking your lips in a searing kiss. you bit his bottom lip in a poor attempt to stop him but it only spurred him on even more. “you can’t hurt me, baby.” he laughed, sliding your panties to the side. “stop!” you looked away from him, screwing your eyes shut as he forced himself into you. you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. “i don’t believe you when you say you don’t want this, you know why?” he stroked your folds, holding his fingers up.

“look at how fucking wet you are, i just slid right in.” he smeared the shiny digit against your lips. you whimpered, hating your body for betraying you in this very moment. “please, rafe.” you shuddered when you finally looked at him again, a sadistic grin adorning his face. “keep going? i am.” he groaned, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much,” he hiked your dress up around your hips, his thumb now rubbing fast circles on your clit, “tell me you missed me too.” he tugged on the roots of your hair, forcing you to look down at where you two were connected.

you swallowed thickly, feeling yourself approaching your orgasm. “i missed you too.” your voice was barely above a whisper, but rafe still heard you clearly. “yeah?” he tenderly stroked the side of your voice. “yes. ‘missed you so much, ray.” your eyes rolled back as your legs began trembling around his waist. rafe’s hips stuttered, both of you clinging onto one another as you fell over the edge. tears rolled down your cheeks, your vision hazy while he spilled into you, your cunt still clenching around him for everything he had. you stared at the ceiling once rafe collapsed on top of you, running your fingers through his hair.

you two stayed like this for a few minutes before the door bell chimed. as if you snapped out of a trance, you were suddenly hyper aware of the sticky mess between your thighs. rafe got up, making his way to the front door as you laid there on your bed, legs feeling like jelly. you didn’t even want to imagine what rafe was saying to warner right now. you sighed, sitting up once rafe walked back into the room, a smug look on his face. “he won’t be coming back. let’s get in the shower and call it a night, yeah?” you nodded, allowing him to undress you. “ray?” you watched as he took your heels off, “yeah, pretty girl?” he glanced up, meeting your tear stained eyes.

“are you staying?” rafe massaged your foot, “yeah, and you’re not leaving.”

[stxrslut]

guys I love babydaddy!rafe so here’s a thought for you…

calling him in the middle of the night, crying because you’re so tired and you can’t get comfortable and everything is hurting. he’s up in an instant, holding his phone in the crease of his neck as he pulls on his clothes, simultaneously trying to soothe you, “okay- okay I’m on my way kid, stop cryin’.”

him turning up at your door in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, rubbing at his eyes that are red from sleep. you just throw yourself right at him, clinging to his big frame.

he murmurs and brings a hand round to rub your back “you’re fine.” he chastises, but he doesn’t linger on it because he knows that you really are in a lot of discomfort. “you wanna let me in?”

you nod and take his hand, moving to sit on one of the kitchen stools while he begins to rummage in your cupboards, as has become nearly routine for you both.

“what’s goin’ on this time? you nauseous again?” he asks as he fills you a glass of water and brings it over to you, cupping the back of your head so as to help you drink some.

you nod to his question when you’re finished, “yeah… n’my legs are hurtin’ real bad.” a small pout is set on your lips as you speak. he nods and takes the hairtie off his wrist to pull your locks back and out of your face.

“and you’re feeling too hot right?” he questions, already knowing the answer by the sweat that’s sheened across your forehead. you just groan and lean into him. his lips are pursed in thought as he strokes your back absentmindedly.

“okay… think you can keep some food down?” he looks down at you, his hand on your back stilling for a moment as he waits for your answer.

“don’t think so… m’stomach is turnin’” you inform him and he nods, jaw ticking slightly, purely with frustration at the situation. you know he hates it when he can’t fix a problem.

“right, that’s fine.” he brings his hand from your back to rest on your growing bump. “little girl really isn’t givin’ you a break huh..” he chuckles quietly.

you giggle a little too “can tell she’s gonna be a handful when she’s born.”

“yeah,” Rafe laughs, “just like her mama…”

[voidpetrova]

RAFE CAMERON hates everyone but you. he can't stand anyone—not sarah, not his father, not the idiots he hung out with. it seemed like everyone was always looking for ways to push all his buttons, except you. wheezie was an honorable mention. you made rafe's life much easier, much better. he loved dealing with you, taking care of you, taking a break from his standard routine to seek his safe place, his person.

what he also loved, more than anything, was fucking you.

“yer creamin' all over my dick, princess,” he practically cooed, the sound of your sweet, delicious moans filling his ears as he continued his assault on your poor cunt. “can't take it? too big for your tight little pussy?” you nodded eagerly, eyes big, red and glossy as you gazed up at him, expecting some sort of cooldown.

a smirked painted his lips as his hand came down in a flash, finding its way around your throat. your eyes widened as he quickened his pace, balls brutally slapping against your clit. “aw, thought i'd show some mercy, huh?” he taunted, laughing at you. tears slid down your cheeks at the overwhelming sensation. “know you're a slut, but you gotta be smarter than that.”

he loved your pussy as much as you lover his dick. he loved the way it could never grow accustomed to his size, to the thickness. each time was a pure warzone for you, the feeling of him splitting your pussy open killing you. he loved the way your walls sucked him in, milked him dry for his cum. he loved the way each slap to your clit made tears well up in your eyes. he loved how wet you were, how you drenched his cock with your sweet juices, how quick you were to squirt all over him, get him all wet and messy.

“so needy for me, aren't you, baby?” he cooed, his grip never loosening as he watched you struggle to breathe. he could feel his dick twitch inside you at the sight of you with tears on your cheeks, all blue in the face. you could only nod in response. “taking my dick so well, hungry little slut.”

he only loosened his grip in order to access the sound of your moans once more. you wailed, body quivering under his touch as he slammed his cock into you. “gonna put a baby in you, yeah?” he knew you liked the idea, like the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his cock was any indication. you nodded, unable to form proper words, but that wasn't enough for rafe. he delivered a harsh slap to your clit, too harsh, even for his liking, causing you to cry out. “answer me, use your fucking words.”

“knock me up, rafey,” you encouraged, voice thick with tears as you raked your nails down his back, so desperately chasing your orgasm. “put a baby in me, 'm gonna give you so many kooks.”

his dick twitched at the sweet sound of your desperation, grunting as he delivered his final deep, long strokes. each hit was delivered with no mercy, every inch of his fat cock bumping into your cervix, tip curving—grazing your most sensitive, sweet spots. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came, he had cum at the same time, snarling as he filled you up with cum. the feeling of his hot, sticky seed filling you up pushed you over the edge. he was a sight for sore eyes—growling, naked, covered in nothing but his sweat and your slick.

“hope you don't expect me to pull out anytime soon,” he murmured as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses all over your bare skin. “told you i'd make you a mama.”

[princessmaybank]

Outer Banks P!Links PT2

Here's Part 1: P!Links

*Once again: I'm aware some of them look nothing like them, but that's okay, it's all for fun*

WARNINGS: MDNI, THIS IS 18+, PORN LINKS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

~A lot more than last time! Please enjoy! I didn't check to see which was already used, so I'm sorry if there are repeats from the last post!~

JJ:

Him Pounding Into You

Riding JJ While He Plays With Your Tits

Soft Fuck With JJ

Jacking Him Off

Teasing Him With Your Pussy

Riding Tatted JJ

69 Tatted JJ

4 Fingers

Oral And Riding By The Pool

Wants To Try Something From Your Book

Rubbing Your Pussy

Rafe:

Tatted Rafe POV

Cumming On Your Stomach

Hitting It From Behind

Riding Him

Gently Playing With You

Fucking You Outside

Fingering Then Fucking You

Slapping Your Pussy On The Way To Midsummers

Rubbing You Until You Can't Take It

Bent Over His Lap

Anal By The Pool

John B:

Sucking His Dick In The Twinkie

Playing With You

Couldn't Resist You

Having Some Fun With Kiara

Parking Garage Fun

Tatted JB, Playing With Each Other

Making A Mess In Your Panties

Using His Dick While He Plays His Game

Sitting On His Face By The Pool

Upside Down 69

Dicking You Down While JJ Drives

Pope:

Tatted Pope, Waking You Up

Bouncing On His Dick

He Asked For A Handjob

Jacking Him Off Then Riding Him

Under His Desk While He Studies

Fucks You In Your PJ's

Bouncing You Back

Tatted Pope Fucking You On The Counter

Anal From The Back

School Girl Fantasy

Riding Pope On The Couch

Bonus:

Kiara Eating You Out

Eating Out Tatted Cleo

Tribbing With Sarah

Tatted JJ & Rafe Sharing You

Playing With Sarah's Pussy

[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!"