#rafe cameron drew starkey

[tetragonia]

bangs or no bangs... what was the question?

[slut4tangerine]

can you do something where amelia’s first born? and you guys are just in awe of your baby

Birth

— pairing: husband!Drew x Reader

— type: fluff

— summary: You go into labor with Drew by your side.

— a/n: this takes place before “co-parenting”

— warnings: mentions of pregnancy // mentions of labor // if i missed anything, please let me know

You were attempting to sleep despite being in such an uncomfortable position. You were nearly done with your pregnancy, as you had less than 2 weeks to go.

When you suddenly woke up with liquid dripping down your legs as you slept, you nearly had a heart attack.

You looked over at Drew, only to see him sleeping peacefully. You grabbed his shoulder and quickly shook him so he would wake up.

"Drew wake up!"

Drew could barely function, nonetheless comprehend what you were doing.

“Baby what’s going on?” He rubbed his eyes in attempt to wake himself up more.

“I think my water just broke” You’d never seen Drew get up and out of bed so fast.

“Oh my god okay. Uhm. Let’s go then” Drew raced around the house quickly to grab your hospital bag as well as any last minute things you might need.

With your hospital bag in hand, he helped you put on some shoes before guiding you outside and to the car.

His eyes raced between watching the road and making sure you're doing fine in the back seat.

When you had arrived at the hospital, Drew jumped out of the car and ran to get one of the nurses. They quickly brought out a wheelchair as Drew helped you settle into the chair.

It was insane, everything and everyone was going so fast.

Drew stayed by your side through it all, disappearing only for a few minutes to sign some important documents then ran back to you.

During the birth itself, he let you squeeze his hand hard till the color in it turned blue. He didn’t expect for you to nearly crush his hand in the process’s

At one point you started cursing at everyone who got near you, Drew being one of the main victims.

You were trying to push as hard as you possibly could.

“You’ve got this baby, just a bit more” Drew tried to reassure you, but it didn’t work.

"GET OUT!!" You screamed at him, but Drew was unfazed since he knew it was just your hormones.

After a few final pushes the baby was born, the cry of the baby in front of you made both yours and Drew’s hearts stop for a moment.

“It’s a girl!” The doctor said as she helped the nurses clean the baby up. You and Drew had opted to wait until you gave birth to find out what the gender was, and Drew was ecstatic to learn that his prediction was correct. Though he would’ve been happy regardless of the gender, he really wanted his first born to be a little girl.

His eyes bounced around from looking at you to looking at the baby that was nearly done being cleaned. He bent down and kissed your sweaty face, not realizing that he himself was crying.

"You did amazing, my love" he mumbled against your skin.

After calming down for a few minutes the nurses came back with your baby and the first you saw were her blue eyes, the ones that reminded you of Drew.

You laughed tiredly before pressing a kiss on the her head "My baby"

You looked up at Drew as he just stared at the little girl in awe. “She has your eyes, babe” You smiled at him as he wiped the tears from his face.

“Do you want to hold her?” You asked your husband as he slowly nodded.

“Hi, princess. It’s your daddy” Drew cooed at the little girl in his arms, running his finger across her small cheek as she stared at him in awe.

He held her for a while before the nurses took her from him and told him you need to be cleaned and put in a room to rest.

The very next day though your room was barged in by none other than your friends.

Madelyn being the first to walk in with the biggest gift basket you've ever seen in your life, followed by Austin, Chase, Madison, Rudy and JD.

"Where is the little one!?" Madelyn excitedly asked, you pointed your head towards the small bed beside you, where she was still sleeping.

"Can we wake her up!?" Rudy asked before Drew looked at you as you nodded.

Drew carefully picked her up and kissed her cheek before handing her to you, everyone gathered around to look at the little girl.

"She's so adorable!" Madison exclaimed.

"She has your eyes” Chase patted Drew on the back.

"And your nose y/n" Austin added.

You pouted at the last comment but Drew bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, which made you giggle.

Madelyn and Rudy were the first to hold her.

"What did you name her?" JD asked as he passed the baby to Chase to hold.

"Amelia… Amelia Grace Starkey" you said with a smile on your face.

“The Starkey’s” Drew smiled back at you as he held your hand.

✎ T A G L I S T ✎

@storytellingwitht @rafelover @outerbankspov

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[nareclipwse]

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

[rafecameroninterlude]

pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting rafe for the first time? 🍰

warnings: jealous!rafe, topper calls you ‘doll’, a lil bit of flirting, slight fluff

“girl scout, two o’clock.” kelce cleared his throat, topper and rafe following his gaze. you stood at the receptionist desk, chatting with the director about your plans for the week. “is she really a girl scout?” rafe’s eyes trailed down the soft curls of your hair, stopping just above the neckline of your top.

“nah, we just call her that because she sells cookies and shit. ‘really good by the way, highly recommend.” kelce leaned back in his seat, forgetting all about the cards in his hands as you started making your way towards the three of them. rafe would be lying if he said the way his friends ogled you didn’t bother him.

“hey! what game are you guys playing?” you sat your basket down on the hardwood table, eyes flickering over to rafe. “just some solitaire.” topper shrugged, removing the cloth that covered your treats. “what do you got for us this week, doll?” if rafe was bothered earlier, he was even more so now.

you smiled, tilting the basket so they can all steal a peek. “shortbread and chocolate chip.” rafe didn’t care to look at anything else other than your face, his gaze sweeping over your features. “i’ve never seen you before.” he finally spoke up, his voice immediately drawing your attention.

“uhm, i don’t think i’ve seen you either..” you extended a hand, “what’s your name?” rafe didn’t hesitate to return your gesture, taking your hand in his. “rafe, and yours?” your heart skipped a beat when you felt his thumb stroke your skin. “y/-” kelce chimed in before you could answer his question.

“i’ll take two of each. and one of you.” rafe’s head shot in his friends direction, his grip on your wrist tightening. laughing nervously, you brushed off kelce’s remark. “actually, he’s not taking anything. i, however, would like the whole basket.” shaking your head, you waited for rafe to say he was kidding.

“oh! you’re serious-” rafe got up, taking the basket in his free hand as he led you two outside and away from his obnoxious buddies. “what the hell!” topper shouted. without protesting, you allowed rafe to take you to a more secluded space, your dainty heels clicking against the pavement.

“is everything okay? i-” rafe stopped in front of the country club’s garden. “do you have a boyfriend?” he blurted, making you stumble over your next few words. “uhm, well! no, but..” taking his wallet out of his pocket, rafe took a couple hundred dollar bills before cutting you off.. again.

“not that it matters if you do, cause i’ll just take his place.” the certainty in his voice made your face flush with a new profound sense of shyness. he placed the folded bills in your palm, a smile forming on his lips at your smitten expression. “how are you so sure that you’ll be my boyfriend?” you asked.

“because i always get what i want.”

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[rafecameronssl4t]

Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe

Word count: 497

A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Do you think she’ll enjoy it?” Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You know she loves watching you do anything,” you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughter’s head, you can’t help but smile at her innocent excitement.

It was Mabel’s first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. He’d peppered you with questions like, “Don’t you think it will be too hot?” and “What if she gets bored?” His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.

“Do you think she’ll like this spot?” Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. “Babe, you’re the one playing,” you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Mabel, do you like it here?” he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.

You adjust Mabel on your lap so she’s facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you can’t help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome, Bels?” you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.

Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. “You girls doing alright?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabel’s tiny hand to wave at him.

Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabel’s first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabel’s expressive face. She’s watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.

As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You can’t help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.

Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Daddy’s pretty good, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.

You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you can’t help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabel’s earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.

Rafe notices your amusement. “What’s so funny?” he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabel’s startled reaction to his golf swing.

“Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl,” Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to hit the ball next time.” Mabel, already captivated by her dad’s presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.

Rafe’s heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafe’s shirt.

[rafey-baby]

This is literally mean older!rafe who refers to himself as Daddy and makes younger!reader sit on his lap because she’s a restless crybaby who needs his attention 24/7 or else her pouting and whining is going to piss him off even if he can't help but get hard whenever she cries.

“Just stay still and pretty right there, yeah?” He murmurs into her ear when she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her smaller arms around his firm abdomen as he goes over some business contracts.

He’d harshly smack her ass whenever she’d so much as wriggle her hips on top of him, which makes her jump and let out a faint whimper every single time.

“What did I just tell you? Don’t wanna make Daddy upset with you, do you?” He scolds her when she tries to adjust her position once more because she's aching at this point.

“No! No! Sorry, I just…”

“You just what?” His question comes off as mocking.

“You’re being mean,” she frowns.

“I’m being mean? Even if I’m letting you sit in my lap and voluntarily listening to your annoying whining? You don’t see me complainig, do you? Why don’t you go to the bedroom and sit there alone then, hm?" His words are coarse; her eyes turning watery at the notion of him being mad at her.

“No, that’s not what I meant…don’t wanna be alone,” her voice is muffled against his neck as she sniffles.

"Why are you crying?" His tone is patronizing, yet the calloused fingertips smoothing through her hair tender.

"Cause I made you upset," her forlorn mumbling makes him soften some as he lets out a deep sigh at the thought of her teary eyes dampening his shirt.

"You wanna make me feel better?" He questions with an almost gentle rasp.

"Mhm," she eagerly nods against the side of his head and tightens her hold around him.

“Why don’t you shut that dumb mouth then and stop moving around so much and let Daddy focus, yeah?”

And finally she listens, not daring to shift an inch anymore, even if she can feel the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her puffy clit and making her soak through her panties as her cunt throbs at the prospect of him rewarding her later for being good…

[starkeyisthelastname]

Dealer!Rafe can’t go a day without spoiling you 🤑

“I thought you were in a big ass hurry.” Topper bitched from the passenger seat of Rafe’s Range Rover as his friend was still sitting outside the Warehouse owned by Cameron Development.

Rafe’s fingers fumbled with his phone, smirking a little as he saw the selfie you sent him. He had left before you had really woken up, but told you he’d be back later. Your selfie though, all naked in his bed with that diamond necklace initials r.c glistening against your perfect tits while you pouted, had him in fuckin awe.

He still hadn’t heard Topper’s bitching, typing out a reply to your gorgeous little selfie.

‘What did daddy tell you about poutin? Too pretty for that shit.’ He sent, ignoring his friend taking a selfie of the two of them, normally something he’d be pissed about.

He then sent an ApplePay to you, it reading $5,000

‘That make you stop poutin? Go get that new Dior bag you wanted. You need more, let me know. Oh yeah, be ready for me to come home mama and fuck the shit out of you. 🫠 He sent, before closing his phone and turning to Topper.

“You ready?” He asked, having no idea about Topper talking to him. You occupied his mind more than making money, and that was something he always focused on.

[strawberrymatchawhore]

p power

rafe cameron

“take it from him and i leave him with nothing”

summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother

warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol

you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.

“can you not do that in my room? take this seriously.” john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.

“i dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.”

“i dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.” john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.

“what about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?” you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.

“i love you.. please” he pleads, eyes getting wetter.

“dont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.” you gritted through your teeth.

“i-”

“no, its okay. im done with this shit.” your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.

AT THE PARTY

you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.

you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.

“what are you doing here ?” you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.

“oh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?” you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.

oh shit

“the fuck are you doing bro? chill.” john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.

“you feel good about yourself ??” rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.

this is what he deserves

sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.

oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.

“looks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handful” john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.

“you like that shit johnny ? huh ?” he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.

“sarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.” you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.

……..

“jeez rafe you really fucked him up…” you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.

“yeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-” rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.

“fuck im sorry.” your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.

“nah don’t apologize.. just kiss me back” rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.

"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.

"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.

your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.

"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.

"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.

the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.

"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.

"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.

"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.

you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.

"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.

"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.

he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.

“rafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.

"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.

"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.

"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.

"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.

the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.

"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.

"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.

"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.

"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.

"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.

"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."

"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.

"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.

rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.

"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.

"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"

"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.

"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.

"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.

"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.

"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.

"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.

"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.

"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.

rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?

*attached video*

"shes busy rn bro"

5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.

why is he spam texting me?

"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.

“what the fuck is this rafe?!"

[amandabbbbb]

summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

More of rafe-reader-sarah please, love it 💓

best friends brother Rafe is dear to my heart

🪷 ꪆৎ 🕊️‧₊˚♡︎

“Okay, so I had a-“ sarah paused her story when she opened the back door, her eyes going to the three boys in the pool.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked them. “I told you she was coming over today, and I told you-“

“Far as I’m concerned, my little sister doesn’t run the fuckin’ house.” Rafe scoffed, his eyes going to you, eyeing you up and down. His friends laughed, sounding like screeching vultures

You had a bikini top, with short denim shorts on. You clearly had intentions to go in the pool.

“We can… share…?” You suggested to Sarah when she continued to argue with him. “I don’t mind.” Rafe shrugged, looking to his friends, who didn’t seem to care too much.

“Fine.” She sighed, putting her stuff down on the table nearby. You and her peeled off the rest of your regular clothes and down into your bathing suits, hopping into the water with with Rafe and his friends.

The whole time, Rafe glanced to you, watching as you both laughed and giggled over something, and sipped on a martini on the side.

“Dude,” Kelce hit his arm, snapping him out of his daze momentarily.

“What?”

“You even listening right now?”

“Not really, no.”

Kelce groaned And Rafe rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I got the hottest girl on the fuckin’ island in my pool right in front of me with her tits hanging out and you expect me to listen to your dumbass?”

“That’s your sisters friend, that’s fucked up, man.” His other friend mumbled.

“So? You act like I care.”

“Jesus.” Kelce mumbled, shaking his head to himself.

[slut4tangerine]

amelia not recognizing drew after he comes home from work

Unrecognizable

— pairing: husband!Drew x Reader x Amelia

— type: angst

— summary: Drew comes home from filming and is unrecognizable to baby Amelia

— warnings: mentions of an absent parent // mentions of divorce // if i missed anything pls lmk

— a/n: Amelia is 15 months old in this story

You sat on the floor as you watched Amelia crawl around her little play mat. She was growing and she was growing fast. It felt like just last week you gave birth to the little girl you cherished with everything in you.

“Come to mama, Lia!” You encouraged her as she smiled and let out a loud giggle. You knew she could barely understand what you were saying, but you didn’t care.

She crawled right into your lap as you picked her up and gave her tons of kisses. The front door opened and you heard footsteps; that meant Drew was finally home. He’d been away for filming for few months and hadn’t been able to come see you & Amelia.

His tall frame stepped into your view as he stood in the middle of the doorway. He saw you with Amelia in your arms and he immediately dropped his bags and ran to sit next to you.

After he sat down and gave you a very long awaited kiss, he reached for Amelia with a smile on his face. The minute she saw him, she inched closer to you and hid herself in your arms.

Drew’s smile dropped and a frown took over his face.

“Lia, baby, it’s dadda” You tried gesturing to him, but she shook her head.

“What do you mean no, baby?” You questioned as if she could actually reply.

“She doesn’t recognize me” Drew muttered.

“What?”

“She doesn’t recognize me, Y/n. She doesn’t remember who I am” Tears began filling his eyes until they overflowed and poured down his face.

“Drew, she obviously does remember you. You’re her da-”

“It doesn’t matter Y/n! She doesn’t recognize me. I’m just a complete stranger to her!” He shouted before mentally cursing at himself as he realized Amelia was still sitting on your lap.

You had one rule that needed to be followed at all times: no cursing or screaming around Amelia. Granted the girl couldn’t speak yet, she could still hear the words and the intensity of one’s tone of voice.

Without saying another word, you got off the floor and carried Amelia to her nursery so she could rest. When you reentered the living room, you saw Drew sitting with his head in his hands. You stood in-front of him, waiting for him to apologize for yelling, but nothing happened.

“Are you doing to apologize or no?”

“Y/n, I’m sorry. But that little girl doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know who I am or what I’m even doing here. I’ve been gone for what, 4 months, and I’ve missed so much of her life. I should be able to voice my frustration, god damnit!”

“First of all, that little girl doesn’t recognize you because it’s been a while since she’s last seen you. You’ve been making money for us, so we can give her an amazing life, Drew. It’s not your fault”

“And I never said you couldn’t voice your frustration. You know our rule and you violated it. That’s why I’m ticked off” You continued.

“I just feel like I’m an absent parent. I’m not even here to take care of her or even see her grow up” He sighed as he looked up at you.

“You’re not abse-”

“Cut the bullshit, Y/n. You and I both know I haven’t been around as often as I should be”

“You’re not around because you’re working to provide for us!” You couldn’t contain your anger anymore.

“You know what, Y/n? I know how to solve this right now” He stood up in-front of you as you looked at him confused.

“We should just get a divorce” You were shocked by his ‘solution’.

“Drew, there are other ways to go about this-”

“Y/n our marriage hasn’t been the same for a long time. It’s clearly taking a toll on us and it’s going to take a toll on Amelia if we continue going on like this” You had tears trickling down your face at this point, but you partially agreed.

Your marriage had some issues since Drew went back to work after Amelia was born. Your schedules didn’t align anymore, and you didn’t want this to affect Amelia more than it already had. You just didn’t want to make a mistake. You didn’t want this to be the decision that you end up regretting.

You simply nodded at his statement, not wanting to argue any further.

Maybe this is exactly what needed to happen. Sure it wasn’t something you ever would’ve imagined happening to you, but as they say, always expect the unexpected.

Especially when it comes to Drew Starkey.

part 2 coming soon :)

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[s0lidar1ty]

Thinking about Rafe hitting that one spot deep inside your pussy, over, and over, and over again. Hes got you bent in half, pressing your knees into your chest as he fucks into you, your moans - cries, really - echoing through the room, louder than the low, sensual music that you had playing over your speaker to help you “study”.

You had college midterms soon. You tried cramming information from every class into your brain at any point in your day. You didn’t plan to ignore rafe - though he didn’t believe you when you said it - but you needed to pass, you’re fourth generation when it comes to this college and you’d be damned if you were the one to fuck up that legacy.

You knew how rafe got when he was upset: he’d speed on his way home unannounced, driving quickly yet carefully so he could take his frustration out on his pretty ass girlfriend, even if you were pushing him away. He’d push open the door to your bedroom, not letting you get a word in as he pulls you from your desks and presses his lips against yours.

“Need you,” he mumbled against your lips, lifting you up and holding you by the fat of your ass.

You give in almost immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck.

An hour break never hurt anyone.

He throws you onto the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. He has you on your back as he lifts your shirt up and over your head, a mental reminder that you dont wear bras when youre home alone, throwing it on the floor. “You can spare,” he kisses down your neck, “10 fucking minutes,” bites across your shoulder, “to give me some damn attention,” he huffed.

He bites your nipple, pinching the other one, while he pulls off your shorts and panties.

“Rafe, i wasnt ignoring you-” your voice cut off as he wraps a hand around your neck.

“Mmm, dont lie to me, princess. Already pissed off - you sure you wanna add onto that?” he spits, leaving hickies down your stomach. “You havent given me a moment to be with you for an entire week.”

He lets your neck go, both hands now holding your thighs open as he licks at your slit, his movements harsher than normal but still so fucking good.

“Was just tryna..- fuck study fr’my exams next week!”

“ ‘s’a shitty excuse,” he grumbles before going back to sucking on your clit.

[rafecameroninterlude]

Omg omg omg, pls pls pls do reader and rafe fucking raw and reader is riding rafe and he’s about to cum and tells her to get off him but she puts her hand over his mouth and keeps riding him😩 I NEED THAT

warnings: unprotected sex, the ‘L’ word, creampie

a/n: i couldn’t help but listen to ‘pink matter’ by frank ocean while i wrote this..

“oh, my god..” rafe was hypnotized, his fingers grabbing at your hips while you moved on top of him. words couldn’t describe the amount of pleasure you were giving him right now. he could barely think, his mouth hanging open as his eyes glazed over. you were as equally as a mess, your nails clawing at his skin while you cried out in pure bliss. you leaned down taking his lips in a searing kiss, the remnants of your lipgloss getting lost on his tongue.

“i love you.” he whispered against your skin, a smile gracing your features before he bucked into you, your eyebrows knitting together as he licked a stripe up the column of your throat. “mhm, fuck— i love you too.” you shuddered, the sound of your shared breaths filling the chilly air of your room. “i’m not gonna last long like this, baby..” he sounded worried as you ignored his words. feeling determined, you pulled him up so he could lean against your headboard, your arms wrapping around his neck as you picked up your pace.

“ah, shit,” rafe’s grip on your waist was bruising, “hold on, i think i’m gonna cum-” you held onto him tighter. “y/n! get off for a second- oh, fuck..” you clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening as you clenched around him. “give it to me.” his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you whispered filthy obscenities in his ear. your words were driving him wild. he never knew how bad he needed to hear you say ‘fill me up, ray!’ until now. you basked in the feeling of him twitching inside of you, a guttural groan rumbling from his throat.

he was littering your chest with kisses, holding onto you as if you’d disappear into thin air. you took your hand off of his mouth, a sigh leaving his lips. “do you know what you just did?” he looked at you, concern written all over his face. you traced a finger down his jaw. “yes..” you trailed off. “and you’re okay with it?” he was rubbing circles into your skin. “yeah, i’ve wanted you to do that for a while now.” rafe nodded, already feeling himself wanting to fuck into you.

the idea of not pulling out turned him on more than he anticipated. “me too,” he admitted, “let’s do that again.”

[bowdownperv]

brother's best friend

a/n: smut

your older brother has his friends over so your upstairs hiding away in your room. sitting at your vanity playing with your makeup when your phone lights up next to you with rafe's name:

when am i sucking ur titties again?

and so while your brother and his friends are in the car waiting for rafe to "take a piss," before they head to the golf course, he's upstairs in your fluffy vanity stool with you in his lap. the straps of your skirt hanging by your sides as he swirls his tongue around your nipple. his saliva dripping down your tits and onto his green polo and all you can do is moan against his palm while he's got his hand fastened to your mouth. grinding away on the tough fabric of his khakis. maybe he'll be nice and let you suck on his finger to relax you.

"yeah, yeah baby, that's it. gonna claim that little pussy of yours next time I'm over huh—know what, fuck it. leave your window open tonight."

[rafecameronssl4t]

My girl, my business || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

gif by @drewstarkeynation

Summary: You could never brush off what Sarah did to you during your last year at Kook academy, even when you started to date her older brother.

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, Sarah is a bitch in this one soz,

Word count: 508

A/n: once again, summary is shit. Whats new 😔

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Divider by @yoonitos

“Is your sister home?” you question Rafe, slipping into one of his shirts as he watches you from his bed. “Which one? I have two,” he replies, his tone practically dripping with smugness.

“You know exactly which sister I’m referring to, Rafe,” you murmur, glancing at him over your shoulder as he chuckles, hands coming up behind his head as he leans against his bed frame. “What’s your problem with Sarah anyways?”

You throw Rafe a look, wondering if he was being serious. “Do you seriously not remember what happened when the cops got called at your sisters party that happened to be at my house?” Rafe pulls a face as he thinks for a second, “Oh, shit. Yeah. You got stripped of everything at school, didn’t you?” He snickers as you hurl a shirt in his direction, which he skillfully dodges.

“Not funny dickhead.” you huff, gathering your belongings from his side of the bedside table. “C’mon babe, you know I’m joking,” he says, taking your hands and drawing you close, planting a soft kiss on your lips, causing you to melt into him.

“And no, Sarah isn’t home. She hasn’t been since Tuesday. Probably off with those fucking pogues.” Rafe murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. You scoff, shaking your head incredulously, “Kook princess, my ass.” Rafe snorts at the rivalry between you and his sister.

~

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sarah’s voice slices through the air, grating on your nerves as you click the door shut behind you. You turn to face her, meeting her intense gaze head-on.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?” you retort, your sarcasm dripping like honey from your lips, accompanied by a subtle frown as she watches you, arm tightly crossed.

“Oh, come on, Sarah,” you scoff, trying to downplay the obviousness of the situation, though her piercing gaze makes it clear that she’s not buying it for a second.

“I was fucking your brother.” You say casually, the words landing with a blunt force that leaves Sarah slightly taken aback. The raw truth hangs in the air, mingling with the tension between you both.

Sarah’s voice trembles with fury as she starts, “Get the fuck out of my house—” but Rafe’s voice cuts through the air, commanding and firm, “Watch your fucking tongue, Sarah.” His touch sends a shiver down your spine as his hands gently snake across your waist, his gaze piercing and cold as he fixates on her.

“This isn’t any of your business, Rafe,” Sarah snaps defiantly, her eyes flashing with anger. But Rafe only chuckles, his amusement tinged with something unsettling as he glowered at her.

“It kind of is. She’s my girl so she’s my business. So why don’t you run along with your little pogue friends and leave us alone, sound good? Good,” he says, his voice dripping with authority and finality. With a firm grip, he pulls you back into his room, leaving Sarah standing there, stunned and speechless

“I could’ve handled it, y’know,” you remark, tossing your keys and phone onto his bedside table. He turns you around to face him, a playful grin spreading across his lips. “Mhmm, I knew you could. Just wanted to yell at her for fun,” he says with a smirk, prompting a chuckle from you in response.