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Pogues ×Reader
🦇October🦇
(Gif is not mine)
🦇pogue × reader on Halloween
• you and the others decided that the halloween party would take place at the chateau.
•the decorations were made by kiara and jj.
•Actually the decoration was actually some orange balloons with pumpkin faces on them made with white pen by kiara.
• y/n and Sarah were responsible for the food.
•when Halloween night came everything was ready.
•y/n was dressed in (insert your costume here).
•Sarah was dressed in a Transylvania hotel mavis costume.
•and john b was dressed as jhonny.
•Kiara was in an Addams wednesday costume.
•pope was dressed in a pirate costume.
•and JJ was already dressed as Georgie from IT.
•everyone was having fun and maybe JJ threw up on the floor after drinking too much.
•he came to ask you for a kiss later, but you refused saying that if he wanted a kiss he would have to wash his mouth with cleaning products.
•at the end of the party everyone was so tired that they slept on top of each other on the floor.
•and then you regretted it because you woke up with back pain.
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Sun and Moon ☆
PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Reader
GENRE: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers (they are already dating)
WARNINGS: None
A/N: was listening to skyline to by frank ocean (aka a song of one of the best albums ever) and wanted to write something abt how I feel when this song plays, so there u go
wc: 1k ★ ... masterlist
"I promise I will love you like the Sun loves the Moon."
Those words echoed in your head for so long. As much as twelve years had passed since JJ had said that to you on that playground of middle school, you never allowed yourself to forget it, I mean, how could you?
If you told your younger self that you'd be watching the sunrise with your childhood crush while he hugs you from behind, you'd probably laugh and say it was a lie. Well, who knew that the years of suppressing your own feelings for your best friend would be worth it in the end?
JJ's arms wrapped around your waist hugging you from behind, watching the sky begin to form vibrant colors and the sun prepare to rise while you wondered if he still remembered his promise from when you were children.
"What's going on in that little head of yours, hm?" He whispered, clearly noticing your inattention to what was going on around you guys. You sighed, turning in his embrace to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Well?" JJ pressed, as he tightened his grip. "What's on your mind?” You couldn't help but giggle as his arms pressed into you furthermore. It felt so comfortable and secure like nothing could ever separate you from his embrace.
You smiled softly feeling the ocean wind hit you both gently. "Nothing really," you mumbled into his neck, feeling a little tired. "Just thinkin’ about this place.”
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" JJ said and kissed you again, this time on the side of your cheek. He chuckled softly as you squirmed away.
"Too much," you chuckled nervously.
"I can't help it. You’re too gorgeous," he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face as he gazed at you with those piercing blue eyes.
Butterflies formed in your stomach, you would never get used to the spontaneous compliments no matter how much time passed. You touched his face with both hands, bringing him close to you before leaving a quick kiss on the lips. Watching his face form a goofy smile and he shifts his attention to the horizon ahead, holding your waist and turning you so you have the same view as him. “Look, the sun is starting to come out.” You heard him whisper in your ear softly, seeing him point his finger at the red ball that was waking up.
“Y'know… even though I've lived here since I was born, I've never seen the sunrise on the beach before”
JJ tilted his head, smiling softly as his blue eyes met yours from behind, "You've never seen it from the beach? Really?" He said softly, bringing you closer to him and resting his hands on your hips. "But how could that be?" He asked playfully, resting his own head on top of yours.
"I've never had someone who wanted to watch the sunrise with me," you joked, intertwining your fingers with his on your waist, "Glad I'm here now then." He chuckled warmly, squeezing you tighter in his embrace, this time more passionately. One of his hands found its way underneath your stomach, tracing lines up your skin, "I think I'd watch the sunrise with you for your entire life if you asked me to."
You smiled sheepishly, turning your attention away from the sunrise to give JJ a peck, before surprisingly removing his hands from your figure and starting to walk backwards towards the ocean without taking your eyes off him.
Surprised by your sudden change in momentum, JJ laughs softly, watching you walk backward away from him, his blue eyes staring deeply at you as if you were a living work of art. He moves one of his hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating within, and slowly follows you with his gaze as you get closer to the edge of the ocean. “Where are you going?” He says softly, a smile cracking on the corners of his lips.
“Catch me.” You smiled, remembering some of the games you played as children, running after each other along the beach. This time JJ came running towards you, and you playfully ran towards the water while screaming. Wetting your clothes, you tried to escape from him by swimming away, but he was quicker to catch you before you could, laughing alongside you as you hugged his neck, both of you wet and bathed in the sun's rays.
He held your waist kissing you deeply, the peaceful waves lapping at you as you enjoyed the moment on that empty beach, takin' time.
During that kiss, you felt happiness all over your body. As the memories of childhood flash before your eyes, you are taken back. The two of you made so many promises, and the two of you were inseparable. Time would pull you apart, but your hearts were still connected. The warmth of JJ's lips takes on a whole new meaning, and the love you feel for him is more than just childhood crushes. As the waves lap at your toes the warmth of both the sun and JJ's embrace is what matters most. The moment feels surreal, and you wish that time could stand still so that this moment wouldn't have to end. You feel at peace with the world and your childhood vows feel renewed, as if that child was still alive within you. As the kiss breaks, you feel the wind on your face and smile, knowing that no matter what happens your connection with JJ is strong. The memories may be in the past, but the feelings of childhood love never die fully.
“[Name]...” JJ held your waist securely, your bodies pressed together as the sea embraced your presence. “I love you more than the Sun loves the Moon.”
₊˚. MASTERLIST ☆
OUTER BANKS
★... RAFE CAMERON
Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday [Fluff, best friend's brother trope, angst-ish]
[moodboards]
Take a picture, it'll last longer
[drabbles]
He is the type of bf that...
★... JJ MAYBANK
Sun and Moon [Fluff, best friends to lovers]
Three ways to say "I love you" [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]
[moodboards]
Take a picture, it'll last longer.
[drabbles]
He is the type of bf that...
OTHERS
Nothing yet.
Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday ☆
PARING: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Fluff, Best friend's brother trope, angst-ish
WARNINGS: Forced kiss (not from Rafe tho)
wc: 1.3k ★ ... masterlist
Okay, maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much. Maybe you were too stubborn to take Sarah's advice and drink less, and maybe you were just realizing that now.
With clumsy steps, you got up from the bathroom floor after vomiting, heading to the sink washing your mouth and fixing your makeup. When Liam followed you like a dog the entire time at that party, you knew you would have to give him as little attention as he could let go of you, you just didn't expect to have to dance all night with him and be offered a kiss, and it was still 11 at night!
When he asked you for a kiss during the dance, all you could do was excuse yourself and go straight to the bathroom to escape the situation for a bit. The alcohol in your system should have given you the courage to refuse and maybe even finally tell him how unbearable and inconvenient he was being, but apparently all that drinking just made you more shy.
Locking the bathroom door, you were taken by surprise when the urge to vomit came out of nowhere, leaving you even a little more sober afterwards.
You sighed deeply when you finished adjusting, unlocking the door and walking slowly to the living room, where Liam was waiting for you. You saw him sitting on the couch next to Topper and a few other people you didn't know. When he saw you he smiled and walked towards you, hands stopping on your hips as if you were close friends or something else.
"Are you okay?" He asked, you didn't miss his peek at your chest, making you feel disgusted. You nodded, putting your arms around his neck reluctantly. You hated yourself so much at that moment for not speaking up for yourself. “So…” he continued after your lack of words.
“Do you wanna kiss me?"
You swallowed hard and looked away at Sarah on the stairs, holding the phone to her ear, as if she were on a call. “Look, Liam…” You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of some way to politely decline.
Liam gradually lessened his smile, a frown appearing between his two eyebrows and he bit his lower lip when you took too long to respond. Suddenly, he took one of his hands from your hip to place it behind your head, forcing your mouth into contact.
You gasp in surprise, pushing at his chest trying to push him away. Until a sudden force separates the two of you, seeing Liam being pushed hard you look at the source of the confusion, Rafe with a deadly look at the boy. The brunette falls hard to the ground and Rafe points his finger at him, his voice showing his anger “Don’t lay a finger on her, you fucker!”
And so, he takes your hand brutally. Without much implication you let him take you, just confused and grateful for him getting you out of that situation.
Raffe led you out of the house, taking you away from the party. There was a look of anger on his face, and his grip on your hand was tight. You were grateful for him getting you out of there, and you didn't know what would have happened if he didn't. As he held your hand, you couldn't help but notice how strong and protective he was. He had always been there for you, even thou you were just his sister's friend.
He took you to his car parked in front of the party house, opening the door for you before going around and getting into the driver's seat. Rafe sighed deeply, closing his eyes and laying his head on the back of the seat, his fingers with rings touching his face.
Silence surrounded the car, only the party music muffled in your ears. You turned to look at him, trying to memorize all his features bathed in lunar light. "Are you okay?" You asked, voice not much louder than a whisper.
He sighed, removing his hand from his face and looking at you with a tired look. “I should be the one asking you that.” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Are ya okay? Did he hurt you?”
Rafe looked at you with a concerned look, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress. You shook your head slightly, but something about his gaze made you feel safe. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face again, and you were struck by how gentle his touch was. You glanced over at him, and a wave of heat rose within you as you saw how his strong fingers caressed your cheek.
You couldn't help but feel a wave of heat rise within you as Rafe's fingers caressed your cheek. He was treating you like a fragile flower, and the touch of his fingers on your skin made your breath catch. You wanted to look away, but his eyes were so intense you couldn't look away, they were like magnets. His gaze made you feel like the most important thing in the entire world, and you felt like you could melt into a puddle of goo right there on the seat.
Your breath slowed, and you felt the tension that had accumulated during the situation with Liam start to fall away. As Rafe's touch on your skin continued, you felt your tension melting away, leaving you feeling relaxed and at peace. His touch was a warm and gentle reminder that someone cared for you.
"I'm fine. But why did you come to the party anyway?” Confusion evident on your face as he had said he preferred to stay home when you invited him to the party.
“Sarah called, said some guy was bothering you.” he sighed, running his hand lightly over your face and then taking it away. “Look, I'm sorry if I was too harsh there, I just couldn't control myself watching the scene.” He explained himself.
You looked at him confused, why did he care so much? You noticed how rude he was to everyone, even his own sister, but with you he seemed like he had taken a tranquilizer, you can't remember even once that he had treated you badly. He seemed to hate everyone except you.
“Rafe,” You caught his attention, “why don’t you hate me?”
“Do you want me to hate you?”
He looked directly into your eyes, but you did not meet his, instead looking down, trying to control your nervousness. “I… I don’t understand. Why do you treat me so well? Why don’t you hate me like everyone else?”
He sighed deeply, looking out the car window. “Why would I hate you? I never hated you. I love you tomorrow, today and yesterday.”
“Love?!” Your voice caught on the word. It sounded strange to you, coming out of your mouth. For the first time in your life saw Rafe nervous, or maybe he was shy. What mattered was that you realized how nervous he was in your presence.
Summoning all your courage, you called him again, making him look at you. “Would you be mad if I kissed you?”
And with that, all of Rafe's forces were gone. All he could think was that he had been waiting for this for so long, and when the opportunity finally arrived he embraced it tightly. Rafe put his hand on your face and desperately kissed you, and you both felt all the emotions hitting you hard.
He held your waist and you jumped into his lap, your arms around his neck and his hand on your waist. Panting, the two of you broke apart, bodies and foreheads pressed together.
“I love you, [Name],” he whispered, his mouth touching yours, “tomorrow, today, and yesterday.”
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He is the type of bf that...
PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Reader
* ˚ ✦ masterlist * ˚ ✦ Rafe version
☆... JJ is the type of bf that whispers a lot of "I love you" through kisses.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that makes you not need a blanket at night because he is your own human heater.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that tells the waiters it's your birthday every time you go to a restaurant together just to get free cake and laugh when you feel embarrassed when they sing you happy birthday.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that takes you surfing with him, and if you don't know he'll be happy to teach you.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that kisses your whole face before kissing your lips.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that kisses you in the shower, before going to sleep, when you wake up, when saying goodbye, when you surf together, and it becomes 100x more frequent when he's drunk.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that is always dancing with you, regardless of where you are or even if there is music playing.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that always have a hand on your thigh or waist when you're sitting next to each other.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that always hugs you from behind when you're standing.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that is very competitive but always lets you win to make you happy.
☆... JJ is the type of bf that sleeps with one hand on your waist and his head on your chest.
☆... Lastly, JJ is the type of bf who says "I love you" as "thank you" to you.
Three ways to say "I love you" ☆
PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
WARNINGS: None
A/N: it's literally so cold so all I can do is go under the blankets and write stuff😭 enjoy!!!
Summary: The three times JJ showed how much he loved you without needing to say it.
wc: 1.5k ★ ... masterlist
ONE:
The waves were choppy, the sea sounded like thunder bathed in the lunar light. The pogues had just returned from a party at a nearby beach, too drunk to go home alone, they all decided to sleep at John B's chateau.
Sarah and John B were playing tag when they arrived, going to the beachfront even though it was night. "What are they doing?" Pope questioned, leaving his backpack next to the residence stairs. Kiara shrugged and looked at them. “Too drunk and too in love by the way it looks.”
You left your bag next to Pope's, sitting on the stairs to take off your shoes that had been bothering you since the party. You looked around to locate your boyfriend, only to be met with nothing. “Yo, where’s JJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Over there, by the water's edge," Pope replied, nodding toward the shore. "He said somethin’ about skipping rocks in the moonlight."
“Oh god, he's going to end up hurting himself in the way he is” You laughed “I'll make sure he doesn't fall or anything.”
You strode down to the water's edge, feet sinking into the cool wet sand as the waves lapped at your ankles. Up ahead, JJ's silhouette swayed in the pale glow of the moon as he lifted rocks from the shoreline.
"Hey, any luck skipping those?" you called out.
"The stone glides smoothly acroszz the sssurface," JJ slurred, flinging another pebble haphazardly into the surf. "Not a sssingle bounce to be found."
"Maybe ease up on the liquor there, dude" you chuckled. "At this rate the only thing getting skipped is you if you keep pitching rocks into the tide."
JJ squinted at you through blue eyes, a crooked grin emerging. "You tryin' to steal my thunder, [Name]? Think you c'n do better?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to provoke the drunk boy. “Oh no, honey. I'll never be better than you... don't you think it's better to go back to the chateau and do this tomorrow? It’s too late.”
“But it's still early!" JJ exclaimed dramatically, a pout on his lips like a child. You walked close to him, taking the rock from his hand and wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s already 2 am, let’s go in, babe.”
You dropped the stone on the ground and grabbed his hand, trying to take him to the chateau, but he had another idea as he gently pulled you by the hand and collided you with him, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you onto his shoulders.
“JJ, put me down now!” You cried between laughs, feeling your clothes being soaked as they were impacted by the waves.
“Oh darling, don't be like that, the sea is callin’ uss…” he smiled, throwing you into the water without warning, holding your waist as he drowned in laughter.
You emerged from the water, your hair wet and your makeup smudged. You tried to look angry, but quickly failed to let your smile appear, pointing your finger at him accusingly. “You're so dead, Maybank!”
“You wouldn't lay a finger on me, doll” he said, suddenly sounding sober. He pulled you by the waist your bodies collided.
Your clothes clung heavily to your skin as JJ pulled you against his frame, the crashing waves swirling about your tummy.
"And just what do you think you're doing, Maybank?" you narrowed your eyes, though his proximity made your breath quicken.
JJ fixed you with a piercing blue stare, fingers tracing idle patterns along your waist. "Dunno, just feel like dancin' under the moonlight with my girl."
You sucked in a breath as his touch sent sparks through your dampened limbs. "Oh? And since when have I been 'your girl'?"
A low chuckle rumbled in JJ's chest. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you, darlin." His head dipped lower, hot breath ghosting your lips.
Heart pounding, you tangled your hands in his sodden shirt, desire and irritation warring within. "You insufferable ass, I fucking hate you."
Your words hovered between you, anticipation crackling in the narrow space that remained. Then, slowly, mercilessly, JJ's smiling mouth met your own in a searing kiss that made the bay's icy waters feel balmy by comparison.
When you broke apart, you were quick to hide your face in his neck. “I look like a mess…” your voice muffled by JJ’s wet clothes.
He removed your face from his neck, lifting your gaze as he placed his finger on your chin. “The prettiest mess.”
TWO:
Warmth enveloped you as consciousness slowly emerged from the fog of sleep. Blinking blearily, memories of the previous night came rushing back.
A smile crept onto your lips as you burrowed deeper into firm muscle and cotton sheets. JJ's steady breathing stirred your damp hair, his arms secure about your bare waist. You turned gently in his hold to glimpse his face, relaxed in slumber. He looked years younger sans smirk or swagger, boyish features softened in repose.
Trailing light fingers across his stubbled jaw, you pondered how you had arrived at this moment. JJ had always stirred something primal within - thrilling yet terrifying in equal measure. But beneath his rough exterior beat a heart of gold, a loyalty you couldn't help but crave.
As the morning sun crested over the horizon, JJ began to stir. Those fathomless blue eyes blinked open, drowsy and confused at first, then lighting with joy upon meeting your gaze.
"Mornin', beautiful," he rasped, sleep rough voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Morning," you smiled shyly, still half expecting this moment of intimacy to dissipate like a dream upon waking.
But JJ only held you closer, nuzzling his nose against your neck until you dissolved into giggles. "Sleep well?"
"Best I've had in ages," you admitted softly. Fingers trailing down his chest, you traced swirling patterns over tan skin and ropey muscle.
JJ shuddered almost imperceptibly at your touch, large hands tracing your own curves with featherlight reverence. "Last night...this morning...everything just feels right with you, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."
Your heart swelled almost painfully at the rare display of vulnerability in those crystalline eyes. "Oh JJ..."
Cupping your jaw, he locked your gazes with an intensity that stole your breath. "You're my everything, [Name].”
You hugged him that morning, feeling all the emotions flow through your body electrically. The rest, as they say, is history.
THREE:
You kicked off your shoes aggressively enough to leave a mark on your heel. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes and soaked your entire face.
You let small sobs escape as you made your way to your bed, letting your body slump and your face sink into the pillow pathetically.
You needed that job. All your sleepless nights working in that restaurant for nothing, the senseless scolding you heard from your boss for nothing. Your father was going to kill you when he found out that you had wiped out your only source of money, and you were slowly falling into despair knowing that that night he would come home and you would have to tell him the news.
Exhausted, you let the tears come out unhindered. At some point, your door opened revealing JJ, who already knew you had been fired when you told him via text. He had a bag of sweets in his hands, and when he saw your condition, he dropped it on the floor and walked towards you, climbing on top of you and placing his face in the crook of your neck.
JJ's body curled protectively around yours as you wept, soaking the collar of his shirt with tears. He gripped you tightly, as if willing his strength to seep into your bones through sheer force of will.
"Shhh, I've got you darlin', just let it out," he whispered into your hair. His hands traced soothing circles over your quaking form, lingering in all the places he knew could ease tension from your aching muscles.
Slowly, your sobs began to peter out, exhaustion leeching the will to despair from your pores. But where the anguish had seeped away, JJ's steady presence flooded in to fill the void - his sturdy warmth, the callouses of his palms, familiar scent of sea and motor oil wrapped around your senses like a security blanket.
As your breathing calmed, JJ leaned back just enough to cup your swollen face between his hands and press kisses to each damp eyelid. "Look at me, sweetheart. We're gonna fix this, you hear? Fuck that bastard boss of yours. I'm here with you, okay? Always."
His blue eyes shone with defiance, determination to lift you where you could not yourself. And in that gaze you found solace, an anchor when the world felt tipped. Clinging to his shirt, you nodded tiredly. He wiped away your remaining tears, smiling and kissing your forehead gently, hugging you in that moment.
Take a picture, it'll last longer.
How I think your camera roll would be while dating JJ M.
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He is the type of bf that...
Rafe Cameron x Reader
* ˚ ✦ masterlist * ˚ ✦ JJ version
Rafe Cameron is the type of boyfriend who always has a hand on your waist, hip, or thigh when you are close to each other.
Rafe Cameron is the type of boyfriend that when y'all argue, he is never the first to apologize because of his pride, but as soon as you apologize he is all over you showering you with kisses and physical touch (don't expect him to let go of you anytime soon)
Rafe Cameron is the type of boyfriend who shows his love with material gifts, such as branded clothing or expensive makeup. Did you look at a dress in a store window for more than 2 seconds? he buys it, do you mention any product that you have been wanting for a while? he buys it.
Rafe Cameron is the type of boyfriend who is crazy about eye contact. He needs you to look him in the eye when you're talking, you look away because you feel intimidated by his blue eyes and he has his hand on your chin, making you HAVE to look at him.
Rafe Cameron is the type of boyfriend who likes to put his hand under your shirt, not in a sexual way (sometimes it iss), but just to feel your skin more properly. Sometimes you have to stop him from doing it in public, as he does it unconsciously lol.
The edge of the island
Summary : On a summer night in the Outer Banks, you find yourself caught in a dangerously seductive encounter with Rafe Cameron, where desire and danger collide.
Warnings : Sexual content (no actual smut!), Power dynamics, Kinda dark themes, Very mild aggressive behaviour in interactions
This is my first post so let's be nice please! 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
The air in the Outer Banks was definitely not thin, the opposite at that. It was thick with the scent of saltwater and wild jasmine, mingling together as the summer sun began to slowly set. The parties on the island were infamous and tonight was no different. The sound of laughter, giggles, glasses clinking and music echoed through the night as you found yourself wandering towards the darker side of the beach, away from the bonfires and revelry.
You weren't sure why you had come. Something about the night felt weirdly different, a pull you couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the whispers you had heard, the one about the pouges and the Cameron's. The island was full of stories, but none were as exciting, as dangerous, as the ones surrounding Rafe Cameron.
The Cameron estate loomed in the distance, half hidden behind the tall palms and thick foliage, but you knew the path well. You had been there before-many times, in fact. But tonight the mansion felt more ominous, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Or someone.
"Looking for something?" a voice drawled from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.
You turned, your breath hitching as you came face to face with the man himself. Rafe Cameron. His blond hair was slightly tousled, and there was the signature smirk tugging at his lips, the one that made your heart race in equal parts fear and excitement. His eyes dark and hooded, raked over you with an intensity that made your knees weak.
"I think I found it" you breathed out, your voice steady, though you could feel the wild fluttering in your chest.
Rafe's smirk deepend, a wicked glint sparkling in his eyes as he stepped closer, his body heat radiating into the space between you. "You sure about that?" he murmured, his voice low, the words laced with a seductive challenge.
Before you could answer, his hand was on your waist, pulling you against him. Sudden contact stole your breath, your body molding to his as if you'd been here a thousand times before. His touch was firm, possessive, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of your dress.
"Rafe," you whispered, the sound of his name on your lips feeling both like a prayer and curse.
He dipped his head, his lips ghosting over your neck, just enough to make you shiver. "You've been playing this game for a while now," he said, his voice rough and dark, each word sending sparks down your spine "but do you even know the rules?"
Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin just under your ear, his hand sliding lower, fingers pressing into the small of your back. "Maybe I don't care about the rules," you manage to say, your voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and desire.
Rafe chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, vibrating through you. "That's were it gets interesting," he murmured, his lips brushes against yours in a tantalising tease that left you aching for more.
You could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as if the very night was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Rafe's hand moved with a slow deliberate intent, each touch a promise of something more, something darker. His lips finally met yours, not with the soft, tentative pressure of a first kiss, but with a raw, hungry intensity that sent shockwaves through your whole body.
He kissed you like he was claiming you, like you were a prize he had been hunting, and now that he had you, he wasn't letting go. His hands roamed your body, exploring with a kind of urgency that matched the wild rhythm of your heartbeat.
As his mouth moved against yours, his hands slid up your thighs, his fingers trailing heat in there wake. The darkness of the night closed in around you, the world shrinking down to just the two of you, to feel his body pressed against yours, the taste of him on your lips.
Rafe pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath ragged. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice low and rough, the words sending a thrill of anticipation through you.
Your answer was immediate with no hesitation, "I want this" you breathed, your voice heavy with the same dark desire that mirrored in his eyes.
His lips crashed against yours once more, the kiss deeper, more intense, as if your words had unleashed something in him. And on that moment, nothing else mattered, not the whispers, not the danger, not the darkness that surrounded him. All that mattered was the way he made you feel, the way he was unravelling you with every touch, every kiss pushing you closer to the edge of something thrillingly unknown.
…….🍽
TO be a star, you must burn | r.c.
Pairing: pornproducer!rafecameron x starlet!reader
Summary: For the price of fame, you give your body to porn producer, Rafe Cameron.
Warnings: 18+ smut ( p in v ), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, Reader gets her body examined, fingering, cursing, Naive reader(?), filming sex, Rafe takes advantage of reader for the sake of "fame", Rafe's kinda a sleazeball/manipulative in this, hinted reader is a stripper
Word count: 2.2k
You feel a twinge of embarrassment as you make eye contact with the woman standing in the corner of the room. You recognize her as the one who spotted you at ValleyDolls Lounge, the woman who told you, "Rafe Cameron can make you a star," while handing you a business card with just a telephone number on it.
You notice the woman's lack of interest as Rafe's muscular hand gropes your plump left breast, and with his slender fingers, he pinches your nipple.
Your nipple pebbles at the exposure of his pinch, and you feel your body hairs prickle up at the exposure of the ceiling fan that spins over your head.
"You uh, you aren't a mother are you?" He asks, his hands now roaming down to your nether lips. You suck your teeth at the feeling of the cool breeze prickle your pussy as Rafe uses his thump to pull your left fold back.
"No, sir." You try to say with confidence, but ultimately, your voice comes out coaxed in a shaky fear.
"I can tell." Rafe mutters, face inching closer and closer to your cunt.
You resist the urge to close your legs consciously, but the option to do so has been prohibited, as Rafe's hand, the one not examining your pussy, holds a tight grip on your hitched knee.
For a second, you look up at the spiraling ceiling and let out a long sigh to calm your bustling nerves. Looking away from the ceiling fan, cerulean eyes beam at you in interest.
"You have a pretty pussy." Rafe boyishly smiles at you, now keeping his hands to himself.
You blush at his words as getting told you have a "Pretty Pussy" isn't something you're complimented on a daily, so naturally, you hide your blush behind the palm of your hand.
"Would you agree?" Rafe asks, now going into the black duffle bag beside his desk.
"Huh?"
"Do you think you have a pretty cunt." This time, Rafe restated with a tantalizing tone, telling you you had no choice but to agree, so you nodded.
"Good." Rafe smiles. "Not a lot of girls can say that, you're one of the lucky ones."
From the duffle bag, Rafe pulls out a chunky camera--the kind they shoot movies with. Hence, a smile began to form on your lips. From the sight of the camera and from Rafe calling you "Lucky."
The butterflies in your stomach went up the octave at the sight of the camera; this was going to be your big break.
Rafe calls to the woman in the corner: "Hey, Sarah, do me a favor and tell all the other girls waiting in the hall to come back tomorrow. I want to focus on Y/N today." He smirks.
And just as the woman--Sarah--goes to do so, while turning the doorknob of Rafe's office, Rafe tells her: "Oh, and don't bother me for the next hour or so, and let everyone else know that as well."
Though he'd been talking to Sarah, Rafe's eyes stayed on you the entire time, causing the butterflies to multiply.
When Sarah's gone, silence takes its course as Rafe sets up his camera, facing the lens to the plush white couch on the side of Rafe's office.
The silence makes you remember that you were wholly bare and how odd it had been, so you ask Rafe if you could put your clothes back on.
"Y'know, it's not normal for pretty women like you to be ashamed of her body."
As your eyebrows begin to curve in an upward pout, and you start to protest, Rafe tells you:
"It's really off-putting for a guy like me."
"W-what is that supposed to mean?" You question.
Rafe motions his head for you to take a seat on the couch, and you do so, hopping off the edge of his desk (where you were once getting examined on), bare feet plopping on the cold tiled ground of Rafe's office.
As you sit on the couch, Rafe stands behind the camera lens, half of his face covered by the camera.
"What I mean is: You being ashamed of being naked in front of me means you're not ready to be a star." Rafe says in a condescending tone.
"I'm am ready to be a star!" you protest. "I swear!"
You didn't tell Rafe that you could recite any type of monologue-- a soliloquy, dramatic, or operatic--but something told you this isn't what Rafe wanted to hear.
"Really?" He smirks. You nod your head as if you were a bobble head. "Prove it to me." Rafe says.
Right then, you notice the camera's red light blinks on and off, meaning he is now recording.
"You ever fucked on camera before?" Rafe asks you.
You hadn't before, so you shake your head 'no'.
"Have you ever fucked ever, before?" He then goes to asks.
You had yet to have a long list of guys like the girls you worked with at ValleyDolls lounge, something you always felt slightly embarrassed about.
You tell Rafe your body count: a whopping number of two.
And behind the camera, you can see Rafe beginning to smile.
"So you're not ran through." He mutters to himself, which you don't think was meant for your ears.
"I could tell your pussy was tight." He says snobbishly.
"Really? How so?" you naively ask Rafe, intrigued by his all-knowing of this without ever being inside you.
Rafe takes this opportunity to step from behind the camera and sit beside you on the couch.
"Open your legs for me," he tells you, and as you do so, Rafe praises you with a "Good Girl."
Without warning, Rafe takes his pointer and middle finger, lightly tracing it down the flesh of your stomach and to your core, where he goes to plunge them inside of your cunt, but as foreseen, you're too tight, and Rafe can only get one finger in.
"See, told you, you're too tight. I don't know how you're going to be able to take a dick inside of you."
Your cunt burns at Rafe's impeccable intrusion, and you feel yourself let out a little mewl as Rafe teases your core by curling his finger deep inside of you.
"Doesn't this feel good, Y/N?"
You shyly nod, something in your mind telling you that this isn't right, but fuck, why did Rafe's one finger have to feel so good? And why did knowing you were being filmed on camera turn you on so much?
Besides, this was for your dream of becoming a star, anyway.
"There you go, sweetheart. Now you're starting to relax." Rafe coos as the sound of your gushy cunt accompanies the noises of your little pants and moans.
"I'm going to add another finger." Rafe warns you.
And as said, Rafe plunges another finger in, simultaneously stretching you out for his dick and making you feel oh, so good.
Your gummy walls take on the shape of Rafe's thick, slender fingers as they pump in and out of you relentlessly—your muscles contract around him.
Unconsciously, you squirm and wiggle out of his grip, opening and closing your legs at Rafe's never-ending pleasurable assault.
He gets stern with you and pry your legs open, telling you to be a "good girl." and "let the camera see your pussy."
You open your legs a little wider, leaving more room for Rafe's fingers to sink deeper inside your cunt.
"m'feels so good, Rafe " You whine out.
"Really, sweetheart? It feels good?" Rafe says condescendingly, and you nod pathetically.
Gathering slick from your weeping pussy, Rafe uses your juices to circle your clit with his thump. The pad of his calloused thump brings a burning sensation widespread across your entire body.
"Y'know, Y/N." Rafe slowly says, fingers still pumping inside of you. "I'm still finding it hard to believe that you really want to be a star."
"I do--" you wince as Rafe pushes down on your pulsating little bundle of nerves.
"I don't know," he contemplates. I'm just still not sold." He fake thinks, "unless you can prove me otherwise..."
As if on cue, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you. Rafe manages to peek at his fingers, covered in your arousal, before looking down into your wide, doll-like eyes.
And if it weren't for the gritty smirk on his face or the way Rafe had slightly man spread his legs a little wider and placed his hand over his clothed, hardening cock, you wouldn't have understood what he was suggesting.
And as Rafe slowly leans you back onto the couch, he is still clothed, but his pants are pulled down just enough to release his pulsing dick; Rafe tells you as if it were scripted: "Don't be ashamed, sweetheart. How else do you think all the other women in Hollywood got their start?"
He's right, you tell yourself.
So you slowly nodded as Rafe placed a warm kiss on your dome. Right after, you feel him grab his length and align his reddening tip towards your sobbing, wet entrance.
It isn't long until you feel the slow-burning--the feeling of Rafe's fat cock penetrating inside of you deep; it prompted you to let out the prettiest moan Rafe had ever heard in his years as a pornographer.
You didn't know what to do with your arms, so you wrapped them around Rafe's body, bringing him closer to you, while Rafe's muscular hands placed themselves on your hips to hold you in place.
"Fu-ck.." Rafe drags, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"Best fucking pussy ever."
God, it was like you were a fucking virgin again with how big Rafe's cock felt inside of you and the way your pussy tightly squeezed it as if your life depended on it.
A wave of pleasure washed over you as his thick shaft stretched and filled every inch of you. Your body tingled with excitement and anticipation, your senses heightened by the overwhelming sensation—a rush of desire coursing through your veins, leaving you breathless and craving more.
"More." You managed to choke out as Rafe's cock penetrated your core. Stomach fluttering at each intrusion.
Your senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment as pleasure radiated through every inch of your body. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, pushing you closer to the edge of blissful release.
Dark eyes stared at your twitching face. Rafe chuckles at you because "God, who knew you were such a cock slut, taking me so well in this little tight cunt of yours."
The lewd sounds of your passionate encounter heightened the intensity of the moment, fueling your desire and deepening your and Rafe's connection. Each moan, grunt, and slap of skin served as a powerful affirmation of your mutual pleasure, enveloping you both in a world of eroticism and ecstasy.
As your bodies moved in sync, your whispers of desire mingled with the intoxicating aroma of passion. "I've never felt anything like this before," you confessed, your voice filled with awe and longing, causing Rafe to let out a loud groan.
"Fuck, they're going to love you." Rafe grunts, making a smile grow on your lips. "Or maybe I'll keep you for myself." He says lowly. "Use you as my personal little fuck toy, wouldn't you like that sweetheart?"
Caught off guard, you blurted out, "I'm gonna cum," before Rafe drew closer. His face hovered just above yours, his hands moving to the back of your neck. Hot, eager breaths mingled as your lips nearly met.
At that moment, waves of pleasure surged through your body, overpowering your senses and causing your muscles to tremble uncontrollably.
The intensity of the experience left you in a state of euphoria. Still, the awareness of your surroundings brought a mix of embarrassment and excitement, forcing you to stifle your moans and contain the raw energy that had consumed you.
And like a domino effect, after you came, shortly after Rafe came, his muscles tightened, his back arching like a drawn bow, before he suddenly released, his head falling forward as he climaxed--his milky spunk painting your walls white.
He stayed inside you for a moment, breathless and dizzy; your eyelids fluttered as both of your minds went blank.
And after catching his breath, Rafe springs off of you.
"Put your clothes back on." he says sternly, demeanor seeming to change from when he was just praising you about how good your pussy is.
Suddenly, your demeanor shifted as you became overwhelmed by feelings of illness and self-disgust.
You slowly walk to your pile of clothes at the foot of Rafe's desk.
"Hurry up." Rafe rushes. "I don't have all day."
As you quickly put your clothes back on, from the side of your eye, you notice Rafe take a sticky note from his desk and scribble a few words with a black pen.
"Here," he tells you, just as you put on your clothes. "Be at this address by 7 a.m. sharp, no later. We can start your filming and make you a star." He winks.
And as you hesitantly take the sticky note, you think this isn't the type of star you want to be.
But, on the contrary...
As you exit Rafe's office, your mind drifts to the countless times you've fantasized about being in the spotlight and achieving fame. With this opportunity, your dream finally seems within reach - all thanks to Rafe Cameron.