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rafe + mean!reader orgasm control

warnings: friends with benefits, mean!reader, dark!reader, orgasm control, degradation (i promise rafe loves it <3), orgasm denial, fluff (just a lil)

a/n: this is so evil your req is perfect bb!!

“please, just let me touch you.” you smiled wickedly, shaking your head as rafe shuddered underneath your gaze. “let you touch me? no fucking way.” he swallowed thickly, your laugh echoing in his ears. “look at yourself.” you tugged on the roots of rafe’s hair, making him examine himself in the mirror. “this is the big bad rafe cameron that everyone is so scared of? how pathetic.” you whispered the last part in his ear.

your eyes traveled down his reflection, his cock rock hard. “what do you think people would say if they saw you like this? so needy and desperate while i still have all my clothes on?” he looked up at you as you stood between his thighs. “beg for it.” you giggled at the way his jaw clenched, running a nail underneath his chin. “please, ‘wanna make you feel good.” his hands rested on the back of your thighs, kneading the flesh there.

“yeah? it looked like you wanted to make that touron feel good, too.” at the mention of the girl he had on his lap all night long, rafe groaned, meeting your stare. “that was stupid of me, i-” you shushed him, rolling your eyes. “i don’t care who you do, ‘cameron, we have a ‘no strings attached’ arrangement, remember?” rafe blinked, watching as you slowly pushed him down on your bed. you were by far his favorite view, his heart skipping a beat when you started pulling down the straps of your dress.

“you look so good like this.” his chest rose and fell as you traced the ridges of his muscles. rafe thought he’d die if he couldn’t cup you through your bra, the swells of your breasts making him run his tongue across his bottom lip. without warning, you wrapped a hand around his length, a groan tumbling from his throat. “oh, fuck,” you gripped him at the base, leaning down to take his lips in your own. rafe kissed you like a man starved, physically restraining himself from flipping both of you over so he could have his way with you.

“you’re killing me, y/n.” his eyebrows knitted together, mouth falling open in a silent moan. you picked up your speed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “good.” he half laughed, the smile dropping from his face when you ran your thumb over the head of his cock. “i’m not going to last long.” rafe shook his head, groaning to himself. “already?” you teased, the man in front of you shooting daggers in your direction.

you felt his hips stutter, his jaw going slack as his head rolled to the side. knowing rafe was on the edge of finishing, you pulled away, his body writhing with need. “no, no, no, why did you stop?” he sat up, panting for air. the look on his face was priceless. dark eyes, swollen lips, you couldn’t deny the way he made butterflies flutter in your tummy. letting your dress fall to the ground, rafe didn’t care anymore, too sexually frustrated to allow you to keep up your cruel ministrations.

a yelp left your lips when he pulled you on top of him only to roll you over and pin you beneath him. “you’re cute just as you are stupid.” you cooed, hand finding his length once again. “you know what’s going to happen?” rafe hummed, his head falling on your shoulder. “i’m gonna get you right on the edge again, ‘wait until you’re about to blow your load before i kick you out.” he knew you meant every word, having not been the first time you do this.

“you’re cruel, you know that?” he huffed out, pecking your temple. you tried to keep the flutter of your heart at bay, ultimately betraying yourself when you met his gaze. “maybe. but that’s why you keep crawling back for more.. literally.” rafe shut his eyes momentarily, the strokes of your hand sending a shiver down his spine. “please, please, please.” you kept a steady pace, making him look you in the eyes as he neared pure euphoria.

“your pretty face isn’t making this any easier for me.” rafe said through gritted teeth, welcoming the kisses you trailed across his chest. he knew when he felt you smile against his skin, you were going to kill him with your next words. “go home, rafe.” you pushed him softly, moving out from underneath him and settling in the comfort of your sheets. he blinked, the tension in his abdomen melting away into nothing.

even though this was torture for him, he loved every second of it. you were the only girl that didn’t give him what he wanted, and for that reason he found himself absolutely hooked. rafe kept his eyes trained on you as he got dressed, admiring your features before he opened your bedroom door. “i’ll be by tomorrow..” you hummed, turning away from him. “of course you are.”

Rafe x reader x Barry threesome??

warnings: dealer!rafe, bambi!reader, arguing, threesome, dubcon, face sitting, oral (m & f. receiving), barry is so sleazy in this

“this isn’t all my money, country club.” barry ran a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. rafe was quick with his response, an uneasy feeling settling over you. “look, there’s a party tomorrow night back on figure eight, if you could lend me something to flip i’ll have the rest of your paper, plus interest, alright?” barry shook his head, feeling for the gun he had in the waistband of his shorts.

rafe’s eyes traveled down to where the metal glinted under the dim light of barry’s trailer. “come on, man, i got my girl here.” your boyfriend took a seat next to you, pulling you into his side. “calm down with the gun, barry, forreal.” you glanced up, only to see rafe’s business partner already looking at you. “i got bills to pay, rafe, and i need to collect.” he sat back in his chair, a smirk forming on his lips.

“you didn’t tell me your girl was so pretty.. what is that? ‘that lace?” you looked down at your stockings that peeked out from under your skirt, nodding as rafe fixed your bottoms so barry couldn’t look at you anymore. “just let us leave from here and we won’t have any problems, i’ll bring you your money asap and we could go on with our business.” rafe wanted nothing more than to gouge barry’s eyes out of his skull for looking at any other part of you besides your face.

“m’afraid i can’t do that, country club.” rafe scoffed, getting up from the dingy couch before pulling you up with him. “fuck you, man, we’re outta here. c’mon, baby-” barry chuckled, “i wouldn’t do that if i were you, unless you want to be gunned down as soon as you open that door. ‘would be a shame if your little girlfriend was left here all by herself..” you shivered at his words, both you and rafe exchanging looks.

“do you fuckin’ hear yourself? i told you i don’t have the rest of your money, barry. what do you want?” rafe watched as barry’s eyes moved over to you, basically sizing you up as he motioned his head in your direction. “her.” rafe stared blankly at the man in front of him, the gears in his head turning. “i could kill you right now.” you swallowed nervously, eyeing rafe as his face began to redden.

“yeah? so could i.” your heart dropped when you heard the metal click of barry’s gun. “no!” you cut in, both men zeroing in on you. “there’s no need for that.. barry.” rafe looked confused as you got closer to him, “please don’t do that.” you met rafe’s gaze, your own eyes brimming with tears. “i’m not letting this fucker touch you-” he grabbed your wrist pulling you back before barry could do anything.

“he said he was going to shoot you!” you whispered, nearly losing your footing. rafe knew barry wasn’t playing, he’d do anything if money was involved, even if that meant killing his partner. “just let him, rafe..” your voice broke rafe’s heart in two, the look on your face forever ingrained in his brain. “no.” he shook his head. you turned towards barry anyways. “i’ll do it, but only under one condition.”

both men waited with uneven breaths. “rafe has to join us.” at yours words, barry glanced at your boyfriend behind you. “fuck no.” he got up, about to reach for you before rafe got in the way. “i can’t do it without him.” you shook your head, hiding behind rafe. barry huffed, shooting daggers in rafe’s direction. “fine.” you clung to rafe’s arm, a chill running down your spine as barry motioned both of you towards the hallway.

“after you.”

if someone told you, you’d be sitting on barry’s face while rafe shoved his cock down your throat as a solution for missing payment, you wouldn’t believe them. “son of a bitch, you’re one lucky bastard, country club. she’s so fucking sweet.” both you and rafe ignored barry’s words, a groan rumbling from rafe’s chest when he felt you swallow around him. your hips moved languidly against barry’s mouth, the tip of his nose nudging your clit.

in a way this wasn’t so bad. with barry underneath you, and your view only being rafe’s pleasure filled face, it was easy to pretend like the man wasn’t even there. since you didn’t let barry take you the way he wanted to, he settled for fucking his fist while eating you like a man starved. you couldn’t deny the way barry’s tongue worked skillfully on your soaked cunt, but it was nowhere near as good as the way of your boyfriend’s.

you looked down when you felt barry’s bruising grip on your thigh, a whimper leaving your lips at the pain. rafe swore to himself he was going to punch barry when he least expected it as pay back for hurting you. softly tugging on the roots of your hair, rafe mumbled a ‘keep your eyes on me, baby’ as he felt himself nearing his climax. “fuck..” barry grunted, spilling his load in his hand while working to make you cum on his tongue.

you cried out when barry sucked your clit, your hips stuttering as your orgasm hit you in waves of ecstasy. rafe followed suit, his jaw going slack as he painted the inside of your mouth with his cum, his fingertips threading themselves in your hair to keep you in place. swallowing rafe’s load was second nature to you and it drove him crazy. you sighed through your nose, rafe moving your mouth off of his cock.

he quickly pulled up his jeans, adjusting his belt before pulling you off of barry’s face. “there, asshole. you don’t get to relish in it afterwards.” your legs were still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your boyfriend dressing you as barry laid there on his bed. he looked like he was coming down from the best high he ever had, even licking the remnants of you from his lips. “you okay?” rafe cupped your face, stroking your chin. “mhmm.” you hummed, ready to get out of barry’s trailer already.

“consider yourself debt free.” barry sat up, “but next time you’re short, i’m fucking her.”

…INTRODUCING POGUE!SWEETHEART!READER

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pogue!sweetheart!reader is unfortunately too nice for her own good. she feels everything to her core, and is very empathetic. even though she doesn’t have much, she is overjoyed by what she does. makes a living by selling her own baked goods around the island and working at the small icecream shop on the cut. lives in her own little camper, far, far away from everyone.

pogue!sweetheart!reader who loves all things girly and cutesy. kitten heels, knitted tops, pink lingerie, sparkly nail polish, and her favorite strawberry shortcake lipgloss. her signature scent is somewhere between vanilla buttercream frosting and a freshly baked cupcake. everything about her is sweet. her smile, her laugh, her heart, even her taste (rafe knows all about it). hopeless romantic.

pogue!sweetheart!reader who has the lyrics ‘i’m the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean? ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა’ in her instagram bio. she hopes to open her own bakery one day. everyone who meets her falls in love with her, whether it be for how kind and caring she is, or how magnetic and included she makes everyone feel. the kind of girl who stays stuck inside your head.

౨ৎ hard times (oneshot)

౨ৎ cnc with pogue!sweetheart!reader

౨ৎ when rafe goes too far with degradation..

౨ৎ pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe’s first kiss

౨ৎ pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe’s first time

౨ৎ pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting ward and the family

౨ৎ pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting rafe for the first time

౨ৎ rafe buying pogue!sweetheart!reader her own little bakery

౨ৎ pogue!sweetheart!reader surprising rafe with a birthday cake

౨ৎ rafe teaching shy pogue!sweetheart!reader how to touch herself

౨ৎ rafe accidentally hitting pogue!sweetheart!reader while pillow fighting

౨ৎ mean!s1!rafe doing coke with pogue!sweetheart!reader sitting in his lap

౨ৎ rafe accidentally chokes pogue!sweetheart!reader for too long and she blacks out

౨ৎ rafe defending pogue!sweetheart!reader after topper and kelce said she was too loud

౨ৎ rafe reassuring pogue!sweetheart!reader after she hears some kook girls talking about her

౨ৎ rafe surprising pogue!sweetheart!reader with his own homemade cookies but they don’t taste good

౨ৎ mean!rafe beating someone up for disrespecting pogue!sweetheart!reader & reader tending to his wounds

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.”

mean!rafe who gets in a fight with someone who was disrespecting sweetheart!reader and she ends up taking him to her camper and tends to his wounds ✨

warnings: mean!rafe, friends to lovers, groping, descriptions of physical violence, blood, flirting, suggestive ending

taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @xcinnamonmalfoyx

“wow, who woulda’ thought..” you smiled, taking a seat next to rafe on one of the logs in front of the bonfire. “i figured if you were here, then going out wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” you glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “yeah?” rafe took a swig from his beer, making you catch sight of his adam’s apple.

marveling at the sight, you blinked away before he could catch you. “you want a drink?” he scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you nearly blushed at the action, your body relaxing as you leaned into him. truthfully, you weren’t a drinker, but the idea of sharing something with rafe made your heartbeat speed up a little.

“..sure.” you accepted the bottle he offered, immediately grimacing at the bitter taste. he laughed, getting up from his spot. “i’ll be back. ‘gonna go get you something that’s more your taste.” nodding, you crossed your arms over your chest as he walked away.

looking around at other partygoers, you smiled at whoever looked your way. “y/n?” you turned at the sound of your name, whispering an ‘uh oh..’ as you were met with a very drunk connor. the only reason why you knew his name was because he’s notorious for hitting on you and making you uncomfortable.

“i’ve never seen you out at any parties,” he walked over, “you look amazing.” connor sat down, shamelessly eyeing your cleavage. “thank you.” you cleared your throat, trying your best to subtly move away him. “are you shy or something?” he placed a hand on your thigh, a smug grin on his face.

“no, you’re just not making me feel that great right now-”

“i could.” he leaned in, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt his hand travel underneath your dress. “connor-” before you could protest, he was dragged away by none other than rafe himself, your eyes widening when you saw rafe’s fist connect to connor’s mouth.

“think you’re tough shit for putting your hands on her like that?” rafe smiled before landing a punch square in connor’s face. you scrambled to your feet, making your way over to where rafe had connor pinned down in the sand. “rafe!” you stared helplessly as blood covered his knuckles, topper and kelce rushing to pull him off.

“rafe, please stop!” you held your face in your hands, your chest rising and falling as connor’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “he’s out, man! come on!” kelce groaned when rafe shoved him away, topper backing off once rafe shot him a glare. as if things couldn’t get any worse, a gunshot pierced through the air, a yelp leaving your lips.

like a switch flipping in rafe’s brain, he got up, wiping the blood off of his face before he guided you away through the crowd. you tried your best to keep up with his speed, both of you running over to his truck. “are you okay?!” he was breathless when he met your gaze, a smile forming on his lips.

“you’re asking me that?” he leaned in, the crazy look in his eyes making a shiver run down your spine. “you’re bleeding..” taking his hand in yours, you examined the split skin of his knuckles. “that blood isn’t mine.” rafe watched you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “take me home? i’ll clean you up.”

just as he was going to tell you yes, red and blue lights started flashing in the distance. “shit.” he cursed under his breath, quickly opening the passenger door and placing you in. “cops are gonna be looking for me tonight.” he sighed, driving off in the opposite direction.

after you told him where to go, it didn’t take rafe long to get you both to your secluded little camper. “this place is everything i expected it to be.” he followed you to the front door, refraining from looking down at your ass as you stepped up onto the little platform that was your floor.

“sorry, i know it’s really small in here.” you welcomed him inside, ushering him to sit down while you pulled out the little first aid kit from your cabinet. rafe swore you were trying to kill him when you bent down, reaching for the small pillow on his side. “i like it.” he looked around at your pink decor, letting you rest his hands on your lap.

“i don’t think you should’ve done that, rafe.” your voice was barely above a whisper, the man in question holding back a hiss once you rubbed his cuts with alcohol. “what, knock his teeth down his throat? assholes like connor deserve to get the shit beaten out of them.” you swallowed thickly.

“..yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, “but what about the cops? he’s definitely going to tell on you.” rafe tsked, his head now resting on your couch. “no, he won’t. ward is his father’s top investor, if he cares about his dad’s business then he’ll know to keep his fuckin’ mouth shut.” the harshness in rafe’s tone was doing something to you, and you were sure it was showing in the color of your cheeks.

“i appreciate you. no one’s ever done that for me.” rafe sat in silence, wondering how he let that motherfucker live to begin with. knowing you weren’t the type to defend yourself, rafe had no problem in doing it for you. “don’t even mention it, ‘pretty.” you finished bandaging his knuckles, still rubbing over the spots with a gentle hand.

“is there any way i can thank you? i feel like just saying it isn’t enough for all the trouble you went through.” you adjusted the neckline of your dress, drawing rafe’s attention to the lace bralette he felt so lucky to catch a glimpse of.

“i can think of a couple ways..”

Rafe visiting sweetheart pogue reader after knowing her better at her little bake shop she works at and they get to talking and she confesses its her absolute dream to open and run her own bake shop and he buys her a little cute shack to start her business off !!! 💕💕

warnings: super sweet fluff, sexual tension that rafe has to force himself not to act on

a/n: this came out longer than i wanted it to, but i loveeee writing for pogue!sweetheart!reader so much, pls send reqs for her if you’d like <3

it was a rather slow day at the icecream shop, so when you heard that little ding! indicating that someone had walked in, you were more than happy to see none other than rafe. “hey!” you chirped, adjusting the pink apron that currently hugged your waist.

“are you the only one working?” he walked up to the counter, your bright smile making his heart beat wildly in his chest. “yeah..” you trailed off, looking over to your manager’s office, “maybe i could ask for a quick break so we could talk?” rafe nodded. “i’d like that.”

he waited until you disappeared before he flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and turned the small lock on the door, so you two could converse without any interruptions. “okay!” you walked back up front. “favorite flavor?” rafe’s mind went blank as you reached for something, your skirt riding up your thighs as you did so.

“uhm- uh, rocky road is good.” you finally grasped the cups you were looking for, beaming at rafe’s response. “i love that one, too! but strawberry cheesecake has been my go to for a while now.” rafe didn’t want to make it obvious that he was staring hard, but he found that it was rather difficult when you were around him.

he couldn’t wrap his head around how someone so sweet and bubbly and charming as you are, could also be so unintentionally sexy at the same time. “rafe?” you snapped him out of his trance, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “here we are.” you walked around the counter, placing the cups of icecream down on a nearby table.

you reached behind you as rafe took a seat, your nails not allowing you to untie the knot you made in the strings of your apron. “what’s wrong?” he looked up at you in confusion. “my apron is a little stuck..” you turned, backing up until you stood been his legs. “can you untie this for me please? i just got my nails done and i did it a bit too tight.”

rafe was going insane. here you were in a mini skirt, potentially giving him a full view of everything that was underneath as you coyly waited for him to ‘help you out’. “sure, yeah-” he cleared his throat, hands coming up to fiddle with the strings that stopped just above the curves of your ass.

once he had it off, you sighed, taking the seat across from him. “where are you coming from?” rafe was still flustered when you took your spoon in your mouth, his eyes following the way your lips wrapped around the damned thing. “work, actually.” he blinked away, zeroing in all his focus elsewhere.

“really? what do you do?” now it was your turn to watch him, the veins on his arms making you lick your lips. “construction. it’s my dad’s business.” you nodded, trying to push the image of rafe all hot and sweaty from working outside, out of your head. “so you’re a handy man?” you teased, unintentionally tapping your foot against his leg.

“i know my way around.” you caught rafe looking at your lips, a shy smile taking over your feautures. “i wish i had those skills, it’d make things so much easier for me.” you raised your eyebrows. “how so?” he leaned forward. “well.. it might sound dumb, but it’s my dream to open my own little bakery. the problem is; i don’t know where to start, i don’t know who i have to get in contact with for licensing and permit stuff, and i definitely don’t know how to install any kind of kitchen appliances.”

rafe thought for a moment.

“do you have a certain location in mind?” he asked. you hummed, shaking your head. “no, i don’t care where it is. i’d just like a bigger space.” rafe nodded. “that doesn’t sound dumb by the way,” you looked up, “i think it’s neat that you want to open up your own business. the entire island will be over the moon once they find out they can get those chocolate chip cookies whenever they want.”

you had never shared that information with anyone, but by the way rafe responded, you were glad it was him that you spilled it to. rafe saw the small flash of sadness pass through your eyes before you shook it off. “one day..” just as you were about to check the time, your manager walk out of her office. “closing shop early today, do you mind helping me out real quick?” without hesitation, you got up from your seat.

“wait for me?” you gave rafe your icecream and apron to go outside with.

“of course.”

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over the next two weeks, you found yourself by rafe’s side, whether he was following you around while you made sales, or helping you bake, you two seemed to be attached at the hip. “are you working tomorrow?” rafe currently sat on the floor of your camper, leaning against the lace-trimmed cushions of your pull out couch. “nope!” you offered him a spoon of buttercream to taste test, watching as he took his digit in his mouth.

“goddamn, that’s amazing,” rafe gave you a thumbs up, “but anyways— i was asking because i have a surprise for you.” placing the bowl of frosting on the counter, you turned. “oh?” you sat down, his head resting against the side of your knee. “i think you’ll really like it.” rafe kept his eyes down in his lap. “can i guess what it is?” he shook his head, “i won’t tell you if you’re right or wrong.”

sighing in defeat, you and rafe spent the rest of the night decorating cookies and taking turns shuffling songs until he was ready to head back home. “i’ll be here to pick you up in the morning, ‘that sound okay?” he was leaning against your doorframe, your fingertips itching to reach out for him. “mhmm, thank you for all your help today..” you stepped closer, swallowing thickly as he rested a hand in the curve of your neck.

even though rafe wanted to kiss you and feel your lips on his, he settled for a peck on your temple, which you were more than happy to receive. “goodnight, y/n.” he waved before getting in his truck and driving away. locking the door shut, you couldn’t help the pout that graced your lips at your now empty, quiet, camper.

eager to know what rafe wanted to surprise you with, you were quick to get ready for bed, forcing yourself to go to sleep before having to wake up and get ready.

“promise you’re not peeking?” you giggled, your hands resting on top of rafe’s as he guided you to some unknown location. “i promise!” finally, rafe came to a stop, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his body pressing against your backside.

“okay, go ahead and open.” you were buzzing with excitement, your mouth falling agape once your vision cleared. there, in front of you sat a perfect little shack, the word ‘sold’ on a red banner adorning the front. you blinked, slightly confused. “this is so cute! did you buy it or something?” rafe nodded, his mouth falling to your ear.

“it’s yours.”

you took a minute to process his words, letting go of a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. “rafe..” he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around. “a couple weeks ago you said it was your dream to have your own bakery but you didn’t know where to start, this is your starting point.” your eyes were watering now as you looked up at the man in front of you.

“i don’t think i can accept this.” you laughed, butterflies swarming your tummy when rafe wiped your tears. “you can, and you will.” you couldn’t hold back anymore, throwing your arms around him. rafe wasn’t used to this feeling in his chest, but he knew it felt right.

“it still needs to be renovated, but i talked to my dad and he agreed cameron development will cover everything.” you pulled away, dumbfounded. “i- why?” rafe’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “why not? you deserve it.” sniffling, you looked back at the shack, already envisioning the place up and running. “i can’t thank you enough, rafe.” you couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe that rafe, let alone anyone, would do something like this for you.

“we’ll get to that later,” he winked, making you laugh, “should we go pick out a paint color?”

…INTRODUCING KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER

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kook!sweetheart!reader is thee most fashionable girly in the obx and has her own lingerie line. along with scrapbooking, she loves to journal. carries a digital camera with her everywhere she goes. diy queen, she loves to make her own accessories. always donating to charity and offering a helping hand. values quality time with those that she loves.

kook!sweetheart!reader is definitely a secret girlblogger. gives the best advice, she’s like the wise older sister. ‘princess of figure eight’ is what everyone refers to her as. takes the best selfies, and has everyone drooling over her pics (especially rafe). even though she’s a sweetheart, she doesn’t let anyone walk all over her, and isn’t scared to defend herself.

kook!sweetheart!reader is a pink pilates princess, lululemon sets and all. she’s a socialite! you’ll catch her at every single event that’s thrown on figure eight. definitely admired by many, home and afar. it girl. her favorite top is a baby tee that says ‘stargirl’ in pink script. you will never catch her without her hair and makeup done.

౨ৎ bed chem (one shot)

౨ৎ rafe finds kook!sweetheart!reader’s girl blog

౨ৎ rafe jerking off to kook!sweetheart!reader’s pictures

౨ৎ tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader getting handsy with rafe

౨ৎ bsf!rafe teaching kook!sweetheart!reader how to drive

౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader and rafe scrapbooking together

౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader punishing rafe for ripping her lingerie

౨ৎ rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader taking risqué pictures of each other

౨ৎ rafe comforting kook!sweetheart!reader after she fails her driver’s test

౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader and rafe making out after an icecream date

౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader walks in her first runway show and rafe has a front row seat

౨ৎ rafe being kook!sweetheart!reader’s big manly body guard as she washes cars for a charity drive in her little bikini

poguesweethearts first time with rafe and he is just so so so so mushy with her 🥺

warnings: soft!dom!rafe, fluff, use of the nickname ‘sweetheart’, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, soft aftercare

a/n: if anyone is interested in the visual, this was how i imagined reader’s dress before rafe took it off <3

rafe had it bad. every touch, every glance, every laugh, he was fighting off things he never thought he’d have to. like right now for instance. “okay how do you like this? is it too pink?” you did a little spin for rafe, oblivious to the way his eyes danced down your figure.

you were currently trying on different outfits to meet his family in, your overthinking machine of a brain not resting until rafe decided for you. rafe leaned back in his seat, meeting your gaze. “you could wear a garbage bag, and i’ll still think you look perfect.”

you shook your head, a pout forming on your lips as you stepped closer to him. “rafe i’m serious! i want them to like me.” rafe pulled you down to sit on his lap, his hands bringing your legs up to rest over his thighs. “sweetheart, they are. my folks are already in love with you, they’re constantly telling me to bring you home already.”

rafe watched the worry etched in your brow melt away, his fingers cupping your chin. “please don’t stress yourself out about it. we still have a whole week before then.” you nodded, pecking rafe’s cheek. he shut his eyes the second he felt your lips against his skin. something so small like a kiss on the cheek was starting to become too much to handle.

“hey, do you uh- have any plans for the next few days?” he hoped you couldn’t feel the hard on in his jeans. leaning your head against his shoulder, you fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt as you hummed. “nope. my manager went on vacation with her husband so the icecream shop is closed, and i already baked what i needed to sell this week, so i’m all yours.” all yours, that was like music to his ears.

“good, that’s good.” you noticed the way he rubbed your knee as if to soothe himself, your eyebrows knitting in concern. “rafe?” you adjusted yourself in his lap, freezing when you felt something poke your thigh. both of you looked at each other, your eyes falling to his lips.

“are you busy the next few days?” you asked him, your chest rising and falling as your fingertips burned to touch him. “no..” without hesitation, both of you kissed each other desperately, your hands flying out to pull him closer as if he wasn’t already flushed to your side.

this kiss was everything you wanted it to be, and everything rafe needed. you wrapped an arm around his neck, letting him pick you up bridal style where he then lead you two to your bed. you swore your sheets have never felt this soft before, but then again, with the way rafe’s hands roamed your body, everything seemed, well, just sweeter.

you welcomed him between your thighs, your dress pooling around your waist as he pulled away to admire you underneath him. “god, you’re fucking gorgeous.” rafe traced the sweetheart neckline of your dress, your breasts peeking out just enough to drive him crazy.

you smiled softly, taking his hand in yours as you dragged it across your chest. “please take it off.” you didn’t have to tell him twice. in seconds, he had you in nothing but your white matching set, kissing your skin as if you’d disappear if he didn’t devour you right then and there.

everything about you was so perfect to him, for him. you slipped off his shirt, running your hands down the ridges of his abs. “i’ve wanted to do this since i first saw you walk into the country club.” you gasped softly when he cupped you through the lacey material of your bra. your hands worked to undo rafe’s belt, his cock straining painfully in his pants.

rafe cursed under his breath, taking his jeans and boxers off in one swift movement. you’ve imagined what rafe would look like; naked and ready to take you, but it didn’t come close to the sight of him right now. he stood glorious, the look in his eyes making you rub your thighs together.

“rafe?” you sat up, watching as he reached for your ankle. you don’t know what you were expecting, but rafe yanking you towards the edge of your bed definitely wasn’t it. “keep talking, sweetheart, ‘wanna hear your voice.” you swallowed thickly, your heart skipping a beat when he kneeled in front of you.

“i want to make you feel good..” you trailed off, letting him lay you down as he took your panties off. one look at your soaked cunt, and rafe couldn’t believe he had survived this long without it. “you already are.” your mouth fell open when you felt his breath tickle your skin.

“is it okay if i do this?” you looked down, the sight of rafe gazing up at you from between your thighs was something you didn’t know you needed. you whimpered, muttering a ‘yes.’ before you felt his tongue run between your folds.

rafe was quick to pin your thighs down on top of his shoulders, ensuring you couldn’t move away from him while he lapped at your clit. “feels s-so good, rafe..” you shuddered, your body jolting when his tongue prodded at your entrance.

rafe had finally gotten a taste of you, and now he was addicted. from your little whines, to the way your thighs threatened to close around his head, rafe couldn’t help but fist his cock at the idea of making you cum on his tongue. he groaned against your slick cunt, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit.

“oh!” your hands fisted the sheets underneath you, your back arching up from your bed at the sensation. rafe watched you fight to take a breath, his chest blooming with pride at your obvious display of struggle. “you look so pretty like this.” he pulled your bra down, your tits spilling out of the white lace.

it wasn’t long before your hips starting moving away from his face, your first orgasm of the night threatening to rip through you. “don’t make me chase you.” you shivered at rafe’s words, complying immediately as you let him pull you even closer. rafe knew you were close to making a mess for him, and he was going to watch you unravel if it was the last thing he did.

“rafe-” your hands scrambled to find his, the band in your stomach snapping as you borderline screamed at the white hot pleasure coursing through you. “i got you, baby,” rafe let you dig your nails into his skin, your cries making his cock twitch with need.

you couldn’t form a single thought, let alone a sentence, so when rafe kissed his way up to your lips and asked if you were okay, you settled for a broken moan. “shhh,” he moved you two further up your bed, making sure your head was resting on a pillow before pecking the tip of your nose.

if you felt fucked out with rafe’s mouth alone, you couldn’t even begin to think what you’d feel like after he was done fucking you with the same cock that currently rested on your tummy. you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when rafe caged you between his arms.

“you’re so perfect, you know that?” your breathing slowed to the sound of his voice in your ear. no one had ever made you feel like this. orgasm aside, you realized as you gazed up into rafe’s eyes, that he wasn’t rushing to have his way with you; instead, he was comforting you and smiling down at you as if you were the most precious thing to ever grace the earth.

he was selfless, even in this very moment when he had every right to be greedy, and that fact turned you on more than anything ever did. “rafe? please give it to me.” he blinked slowly, his jaw clenching at your words. looking down where he lined himself up with your entrance, you watched as his face contorted into full on bliss, a gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up inch by inch.

“holy fuck.” you ran your nails across the back of his head as he cursed against your skin. wrapping your legs around his waist, rafe interlocked his fingers with yours, both of you moaning in unison as he started thrusting into you. he stroked the side of your face, your eyes fluttering shut as you stretched deliciously around his length.

your heart felt like it could explode in your chest. the hand holding, the way rafe touched you as if you were made of glass, it was all making you melt into a puddle of sweet nothingness. “shit-” he hissed through gritted teeth, “you can’t be real.” he half laughed, kissing you ever so gently.

you couldn’t help but squeeze around his length, the head of his cock brushing that sensitive spot that sent you whimpering against his chest. rafe admired the way your eyes sparkled everytime you looked up at him. he fucked you hard and slow, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge of euphoria.

with his forehead resting on yours, your hand suddenly felt cold as he reached down for your clit, your hips stuttering when he circled your sensitive bundle of nerves. “oh my god!” you squealed, your eyes screwing shut as your high hit you in intense waves of ecstasy. alas, rafe was next to float on cloud nine, his jaw going slack as his thrusts came to a stop.

the feeling of rafe spilling his load inside of you was now etched into your mind, incapable of ever leaving. rafe unintentionally had a death grip on one of your tits, your whine of protest snapping him back to reality. “oh, i’m so sorry baby. did i hurt you?” he was panting when he popped his digits into his mouth to taste you one last time for the night. you shook your head, snuggling into his side as he rolled over.

“just a little, s’okay.” you reassured him, rubbing a palm over his chest. rafe looked over at you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. there was nothing you loved more than a man that turned all soft and mushy for you, and rafe certainly didn’t fall short. “it’s a good thing you’re going to meet my folks soon..” he traced the cupid’s bow of your lips. “cause i’m not going anywhere.” just when you thought things couldn’t get anymore sweeter than this, he spooned you.

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fourth of july with rafe means sharing icecream cones and shotgunning beers on the druthers. barbecuing with topper and kelce. fantasizing about making rafe a daddy while he’s on grill duty. heart shaped sunglasses. polaroids galore. making out under the fireworks. rafe blaring his fuckboy music. blue jeans. cherry flavored lipgloss. your kiss marks that rafe wears like an accessory. posting an instagram story of shirtless rafe to lana del rey’s ‘you can be the boss’ with the lyrics; “you taste like the fourth of july, malt liquor on your breath my, my. i love you but i don’t know why.” wearing rafe’s gold ring on your necklace. rafe having to look away from you suck on a popsicle. ribbons in your hair. ending the night with a quickie on the druthers.

hi! I've realised that @/ sweetestdesire has basically copied your rafe 4th of July blurb, they changed it to Quinn Hughes, but aside from that it's pretty much identical. I'm so disappointed because I rlly liked her writing but I felt like you needed to know. xx

@sweetestdesire this is so disappointing :( i would hope you’re not stealing anyone else’s work. thank you so much to this anon for letting me know <3

thinking about bambi reader begging rafe to let her ride him but she gets tired fast and he has to hold her hands the whole time and he kinda makes fun of her for not being able to do it herself ☹️

warnings: mean!rafe, unprotected sex, just a hint of degradation

“you want to do it that bad, huh?” you nodded frantically, climbing on top of your boyfriend as he rested his hands on the curves of your hips. you have always let your boyfriend take the reigns and fuck you however he wanted, but tonight you wanted to change that.

“you’re gonna tire yourself out, baby, why don’t you just get on your back and spread those legs for me?” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest as the corner of rafe’s lips lifted in amusement. “please, rafe..” you pouted, moving your hips languidly as a way to entice him. seeing you so eager and willing to please him made rafe give in.

“whenever you’re ready, babygirl.” he moved his hands to rest underneath his head, deciding he wouldn’t assist you to see how you could hold up by yourself. smiling once he gave you the green light, you took your bottom lip between your teeth as you reached back and lined him up with your entrance. with a bated breath, rafe watched as you slowly sunk down on his cock.

he swears there has never been a better view. “fuck.” he cursed under his breath, fighting the urge to reach out and hold you. you whimpered, leaning your weight on your palms that rested on his chest. abs constricting at the sheer hot pleasure your soaked cunt generously gave him, his eyes screwed shut once you started moving faster.

you were a moaning mess by the time your thighs started to burn with tension, your cheeks flushed with heat. “oh, my g-” you nearly toppled over when your knees gave out from under you, your boyfriend taking your hands in his. “see? what did i tell you?” he laughed, supporting you so you could continue without carrying your own weight.

“don’t laugh!” you whined, sighing in relief once the strain in your muscles started to melt away. “poor little thing, ‘can’t even ride..” he taunted, now thrusting up from under you. the added force made you mewl, your clit slamming down on his base with each stroke of his hips. “s’not true..” you slurred, “i can.” at this point, you couldn’t tell if you were trying to convince yourself more than rafe.

“no, you can’t.” he took both of your hands in one of his, using the other to slap you lightly on your cheek. “look at you,” he grabbed your chin, making you look down at him, “my pretty whore.” you moaned in defeat, letting him pin you down by your neck. rafe hovered over you, quick to slip inside you once more.

“save yourself the embarrassment next time, princess. practice makes perfect.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader getting handsy with rafe and even though he likes her sm, he takes her home and makes sure she’s safe 🥺

warnings: alcohol consumption, flirting, reader is v handsy lol (rafe loves it though)

you were such a lightweight, you knew having another drink wasn’t the smartest choice. after one shot and downing a margarita like it was a slushy, you found yourself dancing with your girlfriends in the middle of topper’s living room. rafe watched you from afar, his tongue running across his teeth as your skirt rode up your thighs.

“when are you giving that poor man a chance?” your friend giggled in your ear, making your eyebrows knit in confusion. “who?” you looked around, immediately spotting rafe in the corner. it was like he was trying to tempt you with the way he was manspreading, the thin material of his t-shirt doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath it.

“i don’t know..” you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he sent you a wink before bringing his cup up to his lips. “i think i’m gonna go say hi-” your friend attempted to pull you back, but you were already well on your way. “hi, rafe.” you chirped, your skin flushed due to the alcohol in your system.

he gazed up at you, your eyes twinkling underneath the soft lighting. “hey, sweetheart. you look pretty.” you did a spin for him, adjusting the small purse on your shoulder. “is this seat taken?” rafe shook his head, motioning towards the empty spot next to him. instead of sitting on the couch, you got comfortable in his lap, making him curse under his breath.

“well this works too.” he laughed, draping an arm across your waist. you blinked slowly, resting your head on his chest as you stroked the underside of his jaw. “i like your arms,” you whispered, “and your face..” rafe hummed, taking your hand in his own. “yeah? i like your face, too.” he cooed, adjusting your skirt so no one else can see the color of your underwear.

“take me home.” rafe nodded. “of course, i wouldn’t want you getting in an uber like this.” he took a sip from his drink, nearly choking when he felt your fingertips tug at the belt loops of his jeans. “no. take me home, rafe.” at first he didn’t understand, but when he saw you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, it was a look he knew all too well.

“what did you have to drink?” desperate to divert your tipsy mind elsewhere, rafe moved your hand away from his lower half. of course, he failed, only making you peck his cheek instead. rafe’s sanity was hanging on by a thread. your lips were soft against his skin, your perfume smelled so sweet, and worst of all, your ass sat perfectly where he needed you most.

“umm- i can’t really remember..” you trailed off, shrugging before nuzzling your nose into his neck. “fuck.” he said through gritted teeth, deciding he better get you back to your place before anything escalated. “come on, let’s get you home.” he helped you up, holding onto you tightly as he lead you two out of topper’s house.

you were laughing the whole way to rafe’s truck, a squeal leaving your lips when he hoisted you up into the passenger’s seat. somehow during the duration of the ride to your house, you managed to kick your feet up on rafe’s lap, humming sweetly to the most disgusting lyrics playing out of his speakers.

once you two pulled into your driveway, you let him carry you over his shoulder, too tired to protest otherwise. “are your parents home?” he put you down momentarily to grab the key from under the welcome mat. “of course not.” you yawned, sighing in relief once he got the door open. rafe watched you kick your heels off, tiptoeing to the couch before face planting into the cushions.

eyes trailing down your body, he looked away when he got to the bottom of your ass cheeks shamelessly peeking out from underneath your skirt. grabbing the blanket closest to your sleeping figure, he covered you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you stirred lightly, melting into his touch. the longer he stayed, the harder it was for him to leave.

“alright.” he groaned quietly, sparing you one more glance before locking the door behind him. he made a mental note to call you and check on you first thing in the morning.

kook!sweetheart reader that gets rafe to teach her how to drive because her rich parents shelter her and don’t want her exposed to the dangers that comes with driving 😓

warnings: bsf!rafe, rafe calls reader ‘babe’, terrible driving (she’s me i’m afraid), rafe has a lot of patience in this one

a/n: i screamed when i saw this!! thank you for the req, mwah <3

“wait, i’m scared!” you took your hands off the steering wheel, your heart beating in your ears as the engine of rafe’s truck roared to life. “look around us, it’s nothing but empty space, it’s impossible to mess up, ‘promise.” he reassured you, taking your hand and putting it on the shift gear. “is your foot on the brake?” you hummed, glancing at him before you put the truck in drive.

“alright, now just ease off of it slowly, it’s gonna go by itself.” once the vehicle started moving and you looked a bit more comfortable, rafe let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “atta, girl..” you ignored the butterflies in your tummy, keeping all of your attention on the parking lot in front of you. “okay, you could give it a little gas now- hey!” rafe shouted, making you jump and slam on the brakes.

“see! i can’t do this!” you cried, rubbing your palms on the denim of your jeans. “yes, you can babe, it’s just- i said a little bit of gas, and we nearly flew across the island.” rafe sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. you stayed silent, already regretting asking rafe to take you out today. “hey, it’s alright, okay? m’sorry for yelling.” you swallowed thickly, slowly stepping off of the brake.

“this is good,” rafe sat up in his seat, “take a turn up here after the white line.” you did as he said, both of you cheering when you turned smoothly into the next parking aisle. “i did it!” you clapped your hands, quickly recovering when rafe grabbed ahold of the wheel. “let’s keep our hands on here, alright?” he laughed nervously. “s-sorry, that was stupid.” you huffed, cursing yourself in your head.

“no, you got it. let’s try parking, yeah?” you didn’t even want to imagine how terrible your parking was about to be. sure enough, you and rafe found yourselves standing in front of his truck, examining the position. “well.. you definitely parked.” he rested his hands on his hips, the sun beating down on both of you.

two parking spots. you took up two parking spots. “you know what, i’m just gonna have you drive me around everywhere, sound good?” rafe agreed without hesitation. “let me take a picture before we leave.” later on that day once rafe was in the comfort of his own bed, he did what he did every night and looked at your socials.

you had two new stories on your instagram, the first one being the photo of his truck from earlier with the text ‘i’m just a girl </3’, and the second being an off guard of rafe with one hand on the steering wheel, the words ‘my chauffeur is hot, yours is not!’ making a smile form on his lips.

hi angel! can you write something with pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe inspired by that one scene in ‘priscilla’ where they’re pillow fighting and he hits her? but instead of rafe doing it on purpose, it was a complete accident and he feels really bad about it?

warnings: pillow fighting, rafe accidentally hits you, fluff, very slight angst

“you’re gonna kill me!” you laughed, yelping when rafe pulled you to the edge of his bed, his fingertips tickling your sides. he was laughing just as hysterically as you were. reaching up for one of his pillows, you swung it, hitting him on the side of his head, causing him to roll over. taking the opportunity to straddle him, he stole the pillow from you, an ‘oh, shit!’ leaving his lips before you felt his knuckles crash into your cheek.

you fell to the floor, holding the side of your face as rafe rushed to check on you. “i’m so fucking sorry!” he pulled you into his lap, moving your hair out of the way. it all happened so fast, you still felt dazed as you blinked up at him. “i didn’t realize i was holding the pillow wrong, fuck, i’m so sorry baby.” you were starting to feel the pain now, your eyes watering as rafe held your face, his thumb stroking the sore skin.

“it hurts..” rafe felt his heart break in two when he heard your voice shake. “i know, i know, it was an accident, i swear i would never do that to you on purpose.” his chest was rising and falling as he held you in his arms, your face tucked into his chest. he rocked you, leaving kisses on your forehead and lips, whispering the words ‘i’m so sorry.’ against your skin. “s’okay.” you tried to reassure him, only making him shake his head.

“no, y/n, it’s not. no more rough playing from here on out.” rafe examined your cheek, cursing under his breath at the sight. “no more rough playing even with our clothes off?” he met your gaze, a smile forming on his lips as you giggled quietly. “that’s the only exception.”

rafe jerking off to one of kook!sweetheart!reader’s pictures and making a mess out of himself? 😵‍💫

warnings: reader sends pics, male masturbation, suggestive ending

[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image

[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: i just got this sample in for my next collection, what do you think?

rafe stared at his phone, utterly speechless at the sight. how was it that he was the one to receive a picture of you in the skimpiest lingerie he’s ever seen?

he swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he inspected every detail, every curve of your body in the photo. you were obviously in bed, the thought of him barging into your room and ripping every last piece of lace off of you before fucking you into oblivion was, without a doubt, something he was seriously considering doing right now.

mind scrambling to write a reply, rafe cursed under his breath as another picture lit up his screen.

[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image

[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: cute little detail, right?

if rafe thought he was losing his mind at the first photo, he was definitely losing it now. there, in the middle of your bra, hung a small gold pendant with the letter ‘R’, the damned thing glinting underneath the dim lighting of your room.

rafe was already a jealous hothead, so to see you put his own little mark on you willingly? oh, he was going to show you his appreciation. with his phone long forgotten next to him, rafe stroked his already hard cock, wishing his hand was your own as he brushed the tip with his thumb.

everything you did drove this man insane. the little glances at his lips whenever you two would be flirting, the way you rested your pretty hand on his thigh when he’d make you laugh, all of it— rafe felt it all boiling down to one thing. and he needed it bad.

“s-shit,” rafe shuddered, his eyes screwing shut as he imagined you on top of him, that pendent with his initial swinging in his face as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. he would bet all of his daddy’s money and tanneyhill, that you’d feel like heaven wrapped around him.

it was embarrassing to rafe how fast he felt himself approaching his high. his mouth fell open, a throaty moan falling from his lips as his hips bucked into his fist. he wondered if you’d let him cum or make him work for it, just like everything else.

the first time he tried to talk to you, you ignored him until you saw for yourself that he wasn’t in any other girls ear. everything, whether it was a peck on his cheek, or simply letting him take you out to lunch, you made his actions determine whether or not he was going to get what he wanted.

“holy fuck!” he whispered, his chest now rising and falling as the band in his stomach threatened to snap. never in his life had he wished he was somewhere else right now, that ‘somewhere’ being between your thighs, hearing your sweet cries of pleasure. rafe couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck his cum inside of you or paint your face, but after this? he figured he’d do both.

“oh, my g-” rafe’s words were cut short when his orgasm hit him, his jaw falling slack as his eyebrows knitted together. spilling his load into his hand, rafe groaned as his cock twitched in his boxers, a hiss sounding from his lips as he continued to move his hand languidly over his length.

by this point, it’d been well over thirty minutes since rafe had left you on seen, your ego a little hurt that he hadn’t responded to any of your texts after you dolled yourself up just for him. just as you were about to call it a night, your phone dinged with a message from none other than the man himself.

[11:33 PM] ray <3: made a mess. i’m getting in the shower and then i’m making my way over there. be ready for me, doll.

…INTRODUCING FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER

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farmer’s!daughter!reader is a firecracker. she’s full of sass and is one hundred percent used to having things her way. she’s a daddy’s girl. was raised to be tough so she can carry her own weight around the farm. hyper independent, she hates asking for help. all the animals love her of course. has zero social media, but best believe she’s still well known.

farmer’s!daughter!reader who has an attitude more often than not, but she’s a softie at heart. definitely a maneater, she knows better than to let anyone swoon her with their lies. loves a challenge, she’s very competitive. has a smart mouth that she can’t shut sometimes (cowboy!rafe has no problem doing it for her). a complete tease and she knows it.

farmer’s!daughter!reader is the life of the party, everyone better hold onto their hats when she walks into the room. listens to lana del rey’s ‘tough’ at least once a day. she’s not scared to get her hands dirty. has definitely gotten caught staring at cowboy!rafe multiple times but denies it. has a cow named ‘cherry’.

౨ৎ cool it, cowboy (oneshot)

౨ৎ cowboy!rafe x farmer’s!daughter!reader (moodboard + headcanons)

౨ৎ farmer’s!daughter!reader surprising cowboy!rafe with her cheerleader costume

౨ৎ cowboy!rafe waking up to farmer’s!daughter!reader making him breakfast

౨ৎ farmer’s!daughter!reader who steals cowboy!rafe’s hat (“you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”)

୨ৎ omg i need pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting ward and the family

warnings: rafe and ward have a good relationship, both reader and ward are a nervous mess lol, playful banter, found family

a/n: you could consider this a continuation of the fic i did w/ pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe’s first time together!

“do you think i should’ve made blueberry instead?” rafe looked down at the freshly baked pie in his hands, both of you waiting for someone to open the front door. rafe could sense you were nervous by the way you were fiddling with your necklace. “apple is perfect.” he leaned down, pecking your temple. smiling down at you, rafe muttered a ‘don’t worry, they’re gonna love you.’ before rose appeared behind the door.

“y/n!” she squealed excitedly, briefly looking over at rafe before raising her eyebrows at him, “well, she’s absolutely beautiful, but we knew that already.” she laughed, welcoming both of you inside. “oh, god, your dad has been out on that grill all day, he insisted on making his ‘famous’ burgers since you mentioned y/n hasn’t found her favorite yet.” you nearly cried at the sentiment, a pout forming on your lips.

“aww, that’s so sweet of him..” rose led you two outside to the back, rafe squeezing your hand once his father came into view. “ward? she’s here, honey.” rafe laughed at the sight of his dad scrambling to clean his hands, his head shooting up in your direction. “hey, there!” he walked up to you, taking your hand in his. “hi, mr. cameron.” you smiled, your heart beating in your ears. “oh- please, call me ward.” rafe watched you two introduce yourselves with a grin on his face.

after you and rafe got settled in your seats and wheezie practically tackled you with a hug, your nerves melted away and you couldn’t help but feel ridiculous for feeling nervous at all. “wow, this looks amazing.” you laughed as ward placed your plate in front of you. “alright, moment of truth, tell me what you think.” all eyes were on you as you took a bite. “it’s not that good..” you watched ward’s smile fall, “because it’s amazing!”

everyone yelled, ward sighing in relief as you took another bite. “did i get you?” you got up, embracing ward’s back before you patted his shoulder. “uh, yeah! i was one second away from just ordering pizza.” he laughed. rafe’s heart felt full as he watched you get comfortable with his family. once everyone was seated and in smooth conversation, the evening went by quicker than you expected. “shall we cut this pie? i’ve had my eye on it since you two got here.”

you nodded, rose motioning you to follow her inside for a knife. ward waited until you were out of earshot before he got his son’s attention. “she’s lovely, rafe. very funny too.” rafe smiled, leaning forward in his seat. “yeah, i don’t know what she see’s in you.” sarah joked. rafe moved his attention towards you and rose in the kitchen. “you should’ve seen how nervous she was coming here.” rafe shook his head. at this, ward scoffed.

“y/n was nervous? this is the first girl you bring home, i mean- i was the nervous one. rose had to stop me from changing my outfit for the third time this morning.” rafe stifled a laugh. “and you thought a suit and tie was appropriate for some burgers in the backyard?” ward took a sip from the beer in his hand. “don’t be a smart ass.”

you, rose, and wheezie came back out with a cake knife and some paper plates in your hands, rafe smiling at you as you cut into the pie. “anyone wanna take a guess at what flavor it is?” you looked around. “i say cherry!” wheezie adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “blueberry is my favorite so i’ll go with that.” at wards’s words, your eyes widened in rafe’s direction. “i knew i should’ve made that one!”

hello, for kook! sweetheart!reader, can we have please reader wearing her brand's lingerie but without doing it on purpose after a charity gala, rafe rips her lingerie. kook! sweetheart!reader get upset because she really cares about it. and to punish him, she decides that he is not allowed to touch her for a week. of course she does everything to drive him crazy. tysm if you write this request !

warnings: teasing, slight dirty talk, suggestive ending

“fuck, i’ve been thinking about taking this dress off of you all night.” you moaned against rafe’s lips, both of you stumbling into your bedroom. once he had you in your plush sheets, leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, it wasn’t long before your hips were chasing his own, desperate for any kind of friction against your lace-clad cunt.

“rafe?” you whimpered, fingers running across the nape of his neck. “talk to me, baby.” you couldn’t help but arch into his chest when he kneaded the flesh of your thighs. “want you to fuck me so bad.” you mewled, making the man on top of you curse through gritted teeth. “yeah? want me to make you feel good?” you hummed, anticipation settling in your tummy.

you felt his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, your eyes shooting open when a rip! sounded through your room. “shit.” rafe was already pinching the bridge of his nose, your underwear basically ripped in two. “rafe i told you about this already!” you pushed him aside, leaving your boyfriend sexually frustrated and uncomfortably hard in his slacks.

“it was an accident, i swear!” he watched you get up and examine your lingerie in the mirror. “an accident? this is the third time, ray..” you let the lace material fall to the floor, your bra coming off next. “i’m getting in the shower.” you sighed, rafe rubbing his eyes. he definitely wasn’t getting any play tonight. “babe can we just-”

“no.” you slammed the bathroom door shut, rafe muttering a ‘drama queen.’ when he heard the water turn on.

the following week was absolute hell for him.

prancing around in skirts that did nothing to cover your ass, swatting away his hands everytime he tried to touch you, teasing him endlessly and leaving him high and dry, he’d decided he finally had enough. “i’m begging here, alright? please sweetheart.” rafe had you cornered, a pout on your lips as you looked up at him.

“you know how much i love my lingerie.” you traced his lips as he hummed. “i love it too.” rafe snaked a hand down your side, resting it on the small of your back. “you’re killing me here.” you giggled when he feigned a painful expression. “i promise i won’t rip your precious panties.” he huffed out a laugh, only making you smile teasingly.

“i know you’re not..” you leaned in, pecking the corner of his mouth, “because i’m not wearing any.”

thinking of kook! sweetheart! reader and rafe simply making out after an ice cream date. she's on top of him, laying on the bed. no one is home. she's in a cute little white dress, a bow in her hair, and rafe is sliding his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing her ass under her dress as they take turns sucking on each other’s tongues... sigh🎀

warnings: heavy make out session, groping, slight teasing, super sweet fluff

a/n: this ask had me going crazyyyy. ty anon for this lovely prompt <3

“you taste just like strawberry icecream.” smiling against rafe’s lips, you moaned softly when you felt his hands slip underneath your dress. “i can’t be loud, rafe..” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. he laughed before squeezing your flesh, hard. “ow!” you yelped, your eyes wide as he shook his head. “no one’s here, baby. you can be as loud as you want.” he rubbed his hands over the sore skin, his large palms running up and down your thighs.

taking his lips in a heated kiss, your fists balled up his shirt as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, the sweet taste of vanilla making your eyes flutter closed. you sucked on the muscle, making rafe groan. he was so, so hard, his erection poking at your tummy as he threaded his fingers through your hair. you loved the feeling of his hands on you. the groping, the squeezing, the way he knew exactly where to touch you in order to make you melt.

he pulled away for a moment, admiring your features as he traced the cupid’s bow of your now swollen lips. “how are you so fucking pretty?” despite both of you dry humping and sucking on each other’s tongues, you couldn’t help your cheeks from flushing at his compliment, a shy smile gracing your face. “rafe..” you pouted, “i’m serious! everytime i look at you i’m like; ‘holy shit my girlfriend is literally perfect.’” hiding your face in his chest, he laughed as he embraced you.

“with your cute little white dress and this bow in your hair. people probably wonder what the hell you see in me.” you slapped his arm playfully. “oh, be quiet. no one is asking themselves that.” you traced the underside of his jaw, both of you gazing at one another. “i do.” you bit your lip. “why?” you asked him. “i feel like i’m not worthy sometimes,” he shrugged, “you’re so sweet and kind and gentle, and then there’s me.” he laughed.

“..yeah, and then there’s you.” you sighed dreamily, bringing a smile to your boyfriend’s lips.

okay it’s gonna be a lot but i truly love these and wanted to share with the class😭🫶🏼

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okay here they are there are some angsty ones and couple of edits of just sofia because she’s so beautiful but yeah i hope you enjoy bby <33

anon.. you’re amazing for this. if you ever want to come off anon and send me a message we will be the bestest of friends. i’m about to watch all of these rn <333