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lmaooooo i am!! i’m sorry 😓 i have been more inactive than ever!! i’m just so so busy and life gets in the way 😓😓😓😓 miss u guys! i’ll come back soon <333
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i love it i love it i love it
rafe cameron frequently needed a reminder that it was okay to live a little. and in the bahamas, where no one knew him, you were just the girl for the job.
“seriously,” rafe questions, “right here?”
you press his back against your vintage bronco, and drop to your knees in front of him. the two of you are hidden behind your beloved car, but you’re still out in the open. you’d taken him to a secluded beach in an unfamiliar part of the island, rafe was grateful for the tour, but he was even more grateful for the generosity of the tour guide.
you blink up at him, doe-eyed and horny, “c’monnnn rafe!” you say, hands pulling at his belt to unbuckle it, “let’s have fun!”
he stares down at you, “something tells me this isn’t your first time doin’ this kid.”
you grin when you pull his white boxers down, “i’ve had my fun.”
he shakes his head at this, “you’re 19, how much fun could you have had?” he questions, curling his fingers in your hair when you begin placing open mouth kisses up the side of his shaft, “actually, don’t answer that.”
you giggle at this, looking up at him through your lashes as you trail your tongue along the underside of his cock.
you grip his thigh with your small hand, wrapping your lips around the tip with a small hum, your tongue hit with salty precum. you flick your tongue at him, taking him deeper when he applies pressure to the back of your head.
“shit,” he breathes, “that’s it.”
he tilts his chin, looking down at you. he watches as you bob on him, one hand holding him for stability while the other jerks his base. there’s spit bubbling at the seams of your lips, and he can’t help himself from bucking into you, “god.”
you smile at this, pulling off of him with a pop to mumble out a thank you, polite as ever. he keeps his eyes trained on yours, the way you look so eager to please. rafe grits his teeth when his tip hits the back of your throat, ears perking like a dog at the wet gag that follows.
“good fuckin’ girl.” he groans when you pull off, his other hand coming down to caress your face gently. there are tears on your face from the gags you released, your mascara smudged beneath your wide eyes. you look like a slut, he thinks. his slut.
he lets out a strangled moan when you latch back on, mumbling out a declaration about being close.
your lip quirks at this, happily taking his cum in your throat, swallowing his release with a satisfied smile.
“see?” you chirp, wiping your lips with your thumb, “that was fun.”
rafe laughs slightly, pulling you up to kiss you. you were good for rafe, whether he knew it or not.
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miss u guys😓😓 i did not mean to drop of the face of the earth!! i have time to write but do not know what to write >:( so if anyyyyooooneee has any ideaaaaas🫦🫦 gimme em
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this was fucking beautiful i am screaming
“a’ight, now look directly into this camera and tell us your name, age, and where you’re from,” the cameraman speaks, his gold-ring clad hand carefully adjusting the zoom of the lens on the expensive camera as you sit on the crème colored couch with a cheesy smile, your swollen lips all glossed and glittery.
letting out a nervous giggle, you flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, gently adjusting your barely there skimpy bikini top to cover your hard nipples, “uh, you can call me angel,” you bat your cat-like lashes, before mushing your glossed lips together with a ‘pop’, “m’twenty-one, and i’m from carolina, puerto rico,” you seal with another shaky laugh, swallowing thickly as you steal a quick glance at the man behind the camera, he was a bit older than you, and very handsome — you couldn’t help but be a silly little school girl.
with a feigned-defeated sigh, the cameraman zooms in on your plump breasts, earning a wide grin from you as you playfully shimmy, allowing your perky tits to jiggle, “puerto rico, huh?” he chuckles, licking over his pink lips as you swiftly run your acrylic-nails finger across the pink-heart shaped pendant that dangled from your bellybutton piercing, “so fuckin’ pretty,” he comments, trailing the camera down to your lower half, focusing on the way the plush curves of your thighs and ass swallowed the flimsy fabric of your tiny boy shorts.
with a clearing of his throat, the cameraman brings the camera back up to your pretty little face, “is this y’first time getting fucked on camera, angel?” he asks, his voice heavy in greed as you nod immediately, “fuck — why don’t y’bend over for me and show me that cute little ass of yours,” he beckons, his eyes hanging low as you obediently stand from the couch.
you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that rose on your skin as you turned away from the camera, before pulling your the thin cloth further up your fat ass cheeks, before bending over with a muffled giggle as you bit down into the chunk of your bottom lip, “look at that,” the cameraman ogled, letting out a throat groan as his warm and calloused hand suddenly cupped your asscheek, gently jiggling the supple skin.
“y’like it?” you questioned, glancing over your shoulder, letting out a surprised gasp as the cameraman’s hand abruptly slapped down onto your ass.
“i love it, angel— m’gonna open you up a bit, yeah?” he informs you, his eyes squinted as he crouches down onto one knee, carefully angling the camera lens at the crease where your puffy pussy and tight asshole met.
your nails slowly dug into the fabric of the couch as the cameraman’s thumb curled into your skin, pulling your asscheek apart, leaving your wet and eager holes exposed to the cold air conditioned environment of the casting room. you failed to hold back a low mewl as the tip of his thumb grazed over your glistening pussy.
“fuuuck, she’s so pretty,” he cooed, jiggling your asscheek once more, before standing firmly on his two feet as he closed the distance between you two, his jean-covered bulged pressed firmly against your ass, “y’gonna be a star, y’know that, angel?” he praises, holding the camera impressively still with one hand as he undoes the button of his jeans with the other, seamlessly slipping his hand under the waistband of his briefs as he releases his firm cock from its confines.
cutely, you wiggled your hips, your pouty lips plagued with a coy smile as your ass brushed against the flushed cameraman’s erect cock. your cute little act quickly came to a halt as he locked his hand around the dip of your waist, pushing his hips closer into you as his dick laid perfectly atop of your ass. a cocky chuckle left the man’s throat as he measured his dick, his mouth watering at how his tip surpassed the top of your ass and rested on your lower back.
your bambi eyes widened at the feeling of his length resting on you, your heart rate increasing as he pulled down your tiny shorts, revealing your bare ass and sweet pussy.
“m’gonna make you a star,” he huffed with a smile, before spitting a glob of warm saliva down the crack of your ass, lowering the camera to catch how it drooled down into your pussy, before tapping his flushed tip against your aching hole.
a squeaky moan left your lips as he slowly pushed into you, your sticky lips parted in pleasure as his flexed arm grips the the couch, your small hand closing over his forearm as the two of you let out satisfied moans. warmed tears were quick to brim around your waterline as he pushed his hips further into yours, the camera now close to your face.
“i love it,” you smiled, your lips stretch into a drunken grin as you pose for the camera, the sounds of the cameraman’s hips slapping into yours now muffled as you focused your fuck-me eyes on the camera.
you knew that you were always meant to be a superstar — no matter what it took, or who you’d meet along the way.
even if it was the eager cameraman who was fucking himself deep inside of you.
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giiiiiirl i am biting my pillow🫦🫦🫦
previous ask for me thinkin’ what would it be like meeting ward and rose for the first time?
i, personally, would be absolutely terrified. ward and rose are like complete powerhouses on the island so i feel like the situation is pretty daunting and a bit nerve-wracking. but i have faith in reader.
you’d be so cute about it, picking out the sweetest sundress, the prettiest sandals. you’d pack a little homemade basket: wine and cheeses and fresh flowers, maybe a bottle of whiskey for ward. you’d do it all perfectly because you need to make a good impression.
i honestly think they’d be super sweet to you, they like putting on a show and definitely get a kick out of hosting. i’m sure rose wants to treat you like a daughter since she’s been rejected by sarah and wheezie.
the night goes swimmingly.
you’d help with the dishes, clearing the table regardless of ward’s reluctance, “darling, honestly that’s unnecessary, you’re a guest!”
you’d just smile that dazzling smile, white teeth bracketed by full pink lips that makes ward want to pat his son on the back, “oh mr. cameron, it’s really no problem.”
rafe would totally reward you afterwards, fucking you into your bed all slow and indulgent. deep thrusts that have you whining and bucking into him, “did real good today baby, made me real fuckin’ proud.”
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DELECTABLE. ate this up oh my good god
dealer!rafe and innocent!reader fucking in missionary after smoking a j and rafe gets allll touchy and ur just whining and dumb under him and hes talking all dirty
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god that’s the dream!! one minute you’re both chill, discussing something and laughing at each other, and the next you’re hungrily making out, teeth clashing, tongues rolling, lips swollen. just tugging at each other’s clothes all desperate and horny :(((
“christ kid,” he grumbles into the air, thick cock slipping in and out of your gummy hole, “could you get any wetter?”
you don’t really have an answer for him, just breathily whining, little sounds that make rafe want to sink his teeth into you, “yeah? this feel good?”
it’s hard to respond with the indulgent thrusts he’s giving you, a feeble nod acting as your response.
he sponges a kiss to your hairline, puffy lips sliding against the perspiration that formed there, “takin’ this shit so well, can’t even fuckin’ talk”
you try your best to prove him wrong, mouth opening in an attempt to release words, but it’s entirely futile, a small gasp exiting as he delivers a particularly sharp thrust.
“yeah?” he teases, face contorting into a faux pout, “look at me princess.”
your eyes flutter momentarily, before squeezing shut again, head falling to the side. he grabs your chin roughly, “said look at me, tell me how good this dick is”
and you do, forcing your eyelids to peel open, big glossy pupils staring right into his, “feels… feels good”
he’s nodding at you, hand dropping your chin to swat once at your cheek, smoothing his palm on it afterwards to soothe the skin, “oh i bet”
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i am melting, disintegrating, salivating.
imagine interrupting rafey while he’s in the middle of his work…
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imagining sending him pictures of yourself while he’s out doing business. he loves you for sure but like he’s a proactive business man and you are just so needy.
you’re totally doing the most too. sending pictures of your ass in your tiny denim shorts, mirror pictures with your tank top pushed up above your boobs, it was unfair really.
you spin on your heals when he enters your bedroom, your lips parting as you look him up and down, “hi rafe! back so soon!”
he scoffs at you, “none of that shit, you fuckin’ know what you’re doin’”
you giggle as he approaches you, arms reaching around to squeeze the fat of your ass as it hangs out of your shorts, “what seems to be the problem rafe?”
he shakes his head, hands fiddling with the button and sending the fabric to the floor, “once i get you outta these clothes, nothing.”
you smile at him, jokingly trying to shuffle away while he unbuckles his belt. but he stops you, a large veiny hand dipping into your underwear, anchoring your body against his as his index finger fiddles with your clit softly.
before you know it your tank top is off—discarded in some corner of your bedroom—and your front is pressed against the mattress, “lay there like a good girl, aight?” he mumbles, pulling his hard cock from the confines of his boxers, “s’the least you can do”
you whimper when he peels your thong to the side, the tip of his finger gathering some of your slick and bringing it up to your mouth, gagging you gently with the digit, “you like that don’t you?”
you nod, wiggling your hips for attention where you needed it most. he scoffs, but relents nonetheless, stuffing his dick in your soaked hole, hand on the back of your head to silence your moans into the sheets,
“oh yeah, that’s real good huh? didn’t even stretch you out today, bet that feels different yeah?” he’s teasing you, hand tugging at your hair to hear your response, “answer me kid”
you mewl pathetically, pussy spasming around his cock as it adjusts to his size, “hurts” you whine.
“oh yeah? keep this shit real tight for me baby, bet it does hurt. let me stretch it out for you yeah?” it’s not a question, but you nod nonetheless.
he drops your head again before he begins his thrusts, a deep punishing rhythm that has you releasing little ah ah ah’s everytime he slams into your cervix. there’s no relenting though, hips pistoning into yours until he cums,
“gonna think twice next time you distract me like that.”
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holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck
I want tattoo artist jj to eat me. like literally. I would say thank you.
righttt you get it!! he’d be so grumpy too <333 imagining he has a little basement studio that you go to and he’s so attracted to you but doesn’t want to cross a line!!!
but you show up in a tiny skirt and a see-through baby tee—nipples hardened from the chill in the air—and he knows he’s in for it.
he’d drawn up some options prior to your arrival, displaying them and letting you choose your favorite. he knew you wanted a hip tattoo, but he wasn’t expecting you to then sit down, and remove your skirt entirely.
he coughs, squeezing his eyes shut and turning away, “you uh… you can just pull it down a bit you know? don’t have to take the whole thing off.”
and you knew that, but you didn’t mind. in fact, you wore these panties, a tiny red g string, just for him to see, “yeah…” you pause, biting your lip and fluttering your lashes at the boy, he almost scoffs at the eagerness, “just figured this would be easier”
he tries his best to stay professional, he really does, keeping his hands far away from the hemline of your panties, eyes trained on only the tattoo site.
he was a good guy, honestly.
but you’re whining from pain, little breathy whimpers that make him grind his teeth as he continues puncturing the soft skin, “you’re good kid, almost done.”
when it is all done, and he’s wrapping your tattoo, less cautious of the areas he’s brushing against now that he’s less focused, you try again, “y’know it kinda felt good”
this time he does scoff, a little noise that makes your lips twitch, “oh did it? the needle? going in and out of you?”
you giggle at him, legs spreading just slightly on the leather bed, “kinda like the pain”
he shakes his head, hands working to finish wrapping the fresh skin, “s’all done.”
he finally sees it now, the way your panties are soaked through, the thin fabric stuck to your folds.
he clears his throat and drops his head, before raising it again, “you really want it don’t you?”
you bite your lip, nodding and grabbing his hand, bringing it to your sticky center, “really do.”
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i wrote my most recent blurb with you in mind cupcake. i miss you!! enjoy some angry rafe content to help you relax 💋💋💋💋
i love you, i adore you, i miss you!! thank you thank you thank you! i’ve been so inactive cause of work but i’m soooo abt to binge read everything you’ve posted ever in the world🫦🫦🫦
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paisley…
who in the world can get enough of a gun kink fic??? not me. anyhoo— can we talk about how bewildered yet unbelievably turned on rafe would be when he has it in his head that readers too soft to know about his extracurriculars, and one day she grabs his gun and deepthroats it in front of him????? CHRIST
elle…
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“m’not a child rafe” you whine, angrily stomping after him as he marches down the halls of tannyhill. you’d been begging to come to barry’s with him all day, desperate to see what your boyfriend does for work, and after being denied for the umpteenth time, you were starting to get a bit restless.
he’s turning around momentarily to look you in the eyes, “really? cus you’re definitely actin’ like one” he continues on into his bedroom, “wouldn’t like it kid, it’s not shit for little girls like you”
you look so pitiful, all dressed up in your tiny tank top and itty bitty skirt—bless you, you weren’t too sure about the dress code on something like this, “rafe please, i can handle it”
he stops in front of his dresser, bringing out the small pistol and holding it up for you, “really? can fuckin’ handle it?” he glares, “see this kid? isn’t a fuckin joke”
and you’re doing the unexpected, rafe’s boyish brain short circuiting as you snatch the gun from him, placing the barrel of it in your mouth, eyes widening to emphasize your movement, “what the fuck are you doin’ kid”
as if to prove a point, you move the barrel back farther, cold metal pressing against the back of your throat as tears prick your eyes and a gag bubbles to the surface.
rafe seems to zone out momentarily, tonguing at the side of his cheek as he watches you choke on the pistol before he remembers what’s going on, “get that shit outta your mouth”
you do as he says, drawing the barrel from your throat and handing it back to him, eyes glossy and lips wet with spit, you punctuate your actions with a pleased smile, “see.”
he scoffs at you, shaking his head and placing the gun in his waistband, “you’re fuckin’ crazy kid” he announces, “c’mon, let’s go”
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#ʚ♡ɞ 🫧: elle’s recs#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb
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hoooollllyyyyy fuuuuuck.
discussing boxer!rafe because @princessbrunette has altered my brain chemistry by creating him…
“gonna keep starin’ or do you plan on joinin’ me?” rafe asks you, toned body submerged in the icy bathtub. he’s had a grueling week at the ring, taking hit after hit to train for the upcoming months, his body needed some tlc. you understood this—but it didn’t make the whole idea seem any better.
you’re shivering just looking at him, it’s unfathomable to you how any of this could be worth it, “i’ll pass. m’worried your toes might fall off…”
he chuckles before moving to pull the plug on the drain, the water swirling as it exits the tub, “s’good for ya kid”
you go to walk away, but your eyes betray you—following rafe’s figure as he rises from the water. your mouth goes dry watching the chilled droplets roll down the perfected muscle. he looks sculpted, you squeeze your legs together at the picture.
he’s not one to miss an opportunity to tease you, catching your little movement, “aww baby, you flatter me”
your mouth curves into a shy smile, an embarrassed flush rising to the tops of your cheeks, “can’t help it, s’in front of me…”
it’s his turn to smile now, a mischievous smirk painted onto a usually expressionless face, “what is?” he jokes before dropping his head, eyeing his own dick. it’s hard and at attention, a real win considering the cold water he just kept it in, “oh, my cock”
you nod gently, eyes intently observing it, he can practically see you fighting the urge to drop to your knees.
he scoffs at this, eyebrows raised “practically suckin’ it with your eyes kid, you need something?”
you’re nodding again, this time with more enthusiasm, and he watches in amusement as you trail towards your shared bedroom, removing articles of clothing as you walk.
in an instant you’re on your back, rafe’s chilled cock being rubbed through your soaked folds. he sighs at the feeling, a relieved noise that makes you clench around nothing, “can’t promise to go easy on you today honey, been havin’ a real hard time these past few days”
bless your heart. you’re so sweet about it, babbling to him about how it’s okay, how you can take it, that that’s what you’re here for.
his body warms at your words, “you’re a real good girl, you know that?”
#ʚ♡ɞ 🫧: elle’s recs#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb
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briefly discussing the kid nickname used in rafe fics because i’ve seen a lot of discourse about it recently and have gotten a few asks and comments about my use of it:
kid is used pretty frequently as a pet name in rafe fanfics, usually because it insinuates a power balance. it’s not anything weird, there is no infantilization, age regression, anything of that sort. it’s just a nickname that sort of belittles the power of the reader which is how many people perceive rafe as wanting to do?? it’s not supposed to be healthy, it’s just kind of something many authors, including myself, perceive as canonical. rafe wouldn’t treat reader as an equal hence the incorporation of a demeaning nickname. same concept as a grown man calling you ‘little girl’ as an insult. reader is not actually a kid, it’s just a nickname. it’s not supposed to insinuate anything beyond surface level rafe antics!!
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BRAVO. BEAUTIFUL. ASTOUNDING
i saw smth about beautiful dainty light hearted girls with their pet frat boys (their boyfriends) and it is just sooooo rafe and reader. if the idea was a person i’d fuck it.
oh my god oh my god oh my god ur speaking my language!!
frat!rafe x innocent reader headcannons
- frat!rafe who loves parading you around parties, a pretty little thing on his arm. he gets many jealous glares and nods of approval. people are always astounded by the sheer juxtaposition of how perverted and arrogant the boy was, and how sweet and charismatic you were.
- frat!rafe who loves the summer because of your sweet little sundresses. he’s obsessed with the way they squish your tits and flow around your ass, the perfect length for him to sneak his hand in and squeeze affectionately.
- frat!rafe who loves when you tutor him, bringing you up into his messy room in the shared house, listening to your soft voice explain a complicated concept. he loves eating you out up here, listening to you trail off as you succumb to pleasure.
- frat!rafe who lets you drink with him, loving you all tipsy and pliant, barely clothed and all his. his favorite is when you get to the point where you’re no longer bothered by pda, pushing your plush tits into him and pawing at him to take you upstairs. the look he shares with his frat boys at your desperation would usually disgust you, but you’re too needy and drunk to notice. blindly following him through the house, hand-in-hand.
- frat!rafe who fucks you loudly in your dorm room, not caring about how thin the walls were and how red your face would be when you exit your pleasure induced haze, “yeah that’s real good kid, let em hear ya” and you’re whining and nodding, so fucked out that you just go with what he says.
- frat!rafe who loves when you need him. whether that be fixing a light, carrying something heavy, building furniture. he wants you to rely on him, he needs to be needed.
- frat!rafe who kisses you soooo sloppy in public no matter how much you complain. you love it, you really do, but the excess saliva and the visible tongue make your cheeks flush—the blonde boy chiding at you, “s’okay baby, everyone knows we’re together, nothin’ to be embarrassed about yeah?”
#ʚ♡ɞ 🫧: elle’s recs#rafe cameron prompt#i would do more of these if people like them😋😋#rafe cameron#rafe cameron concepts#frat!rafe#rafe cameron x reader
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this was, as always, beautiful and i must hang my head in shame at my reaction.
going back to my roots to discuss size kink
rafe was drunk.
point blank period. and for some reason it felt like your job to wrangle him, not that he needed wrangled, but someone should watch him. he’s 6’2 with a pocket full of coke, who knows what could happen.
you’d been a thing for a while, hanging around each other at parties, going on a date here and there. you had a real big crush on him.
he was charming and handsome, said all the right things and took you to all the right places. he treated you like a princess, an ideal boyfriend.
so that’s why the words he’s saying in your ear tonight, come as such a shock.
“god baby, y’look so good on my lap” he whispers to you.
he’s not wrong, you do look good, so small and straddling him in your cute little sundress.
it makes you smile, the compliment, regardless of the tone he said it with. and when he presses kisses into your jaw you smile again, “been thinkin’ about you”
the confession catches you off guard, but warms you nonetheless, “you have?” you whisper against him, bringing his face up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. his hands catch you off guard too, trailing down your sides and slipping under the hem of your dress. they don’t travel far, just resting on the soft skin beneath the fabric. but it’s enough to make you shiver against his lips, “been thinkin’ about you too”
“yeah? d’you know what else i’ve been thinkin’ about kid?” he asks.
you shake your head with a shy smile, brushing your hair behind your ear cutely, “been wonderin’ if you’re wet for me…” he trails, “if i lift that tiny dress up would your little panties be stuck to that pretty pussy?”
your breath hitches, arms wrapped around his neck as you drop your face, red with embarrassment.
he smirks at your reaction, “yeah? bet you are.” his voice comes out real low, a smooth sound that makes you clinch, “bet i’d slip in real easy too… right into you, huh?”
your mouth feels dry, only able to mumble out a pained “rafe…”
“actually,” he announces, “i’d prolly be too big for you, huh kid? big bad rafe’s too big for that tiny pussy, yeah? would have to stretch you out real good.” he pauses when you drop your head onto his shoulder, “another time.”
#ʚ♡ɞ 🫧: elle’s recs#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron headcanons
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someone requested this and now i can’t find it😓
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—“c’mon, we’re going fuckin’ home” he hissed through gritted teeth, vice grip on your arm with no sign of letting up as he pulled you away from the country club, huffing and puffing as you went. “but—“ you cried, only to be interrupted. “but fuckin’ what? hm? but fuckin’ nothin’”
tears flooded your waterline as you neared the car, or more so, we’re dragged towards it. he refused to look at you, knowing the exact look on your face— the one that would make him give in within mere seconds, and he didn’t want to give in. you’d pissed him off, big time. whining and pestering him all day, talking back, making snappy little comments under your breath, and he’d absolutely had enough.
before you knew, you were being pushed into the passenger seat, the door slamming beside you before he hopped in the drivers and buckled your belt, eyes still avoiding your own. “rafe—“ you started hesitantly, pulling your lip between your teeth.
when you received nothing back, not even a huff of acknowledgment, you reached out carefully, trailing your manicured hand along his arm. “m’sorry baby”
sighing, his knuckles relaxed slightly, returning to their usual colour. “no you’re not”
“i am! i am sorry!” you squeaked, edging further beside him, eager for his responses. you flinched when his hand flew toward you, pushing you back into your seat as the car came to a harsh stop. “the fucks’ gotten into you then? actin’ like a fuckin’ child all day” he groaned, tilting his head in anticipation for your answer.
dropping your gaze, your lip wobbled as you played with your hands— only irritating him further. clasping a hand over both of yours, he held them still. “m’talkin’ to you”
“jus’— jus’ wanted some attention, you’ve been talkin’ to everyone but me today” you frowned, picking your head up to face him, eyes wide and tearful.
“you know what good girls do when they want attention? they ask, they don’t nag n’d give me attitude all day” he stated, his firm tone causing your lips to quiver once again.
“you wanna be good f’me? huh?” he poked, tilting your chin up with his fingers. you nodded, lashes fluttering as you enjoyed the warm of his measly touch.
“get in the back”
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where are ur old fics :( i miss em
anon emoji 🩵 (ill be back)
i made them disappear👹👹 i’m sorry
i still have them somewhere, and i might rewrite them 😙😙😙😙
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very aware i haven’t been active and also very sorry my loves! the last week actually took every ounce of energy out of me; but if you send through some requests i’ll get working on them through the week! <333
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