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Rafe x reader x JJ here
OBX series :
Fight For Us : In which you catch Rafe cheating on you and you move in with the pogues, leaving you to catch feelings for someone new.
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Thoughts :
considering starting to write for jjk…
rewatching CA: Winter Soldier and it’s hard not to just cry every time bucky comes onscreen my baby 😔😔😔
you barely get your panties off before he notices—eyes catching the glint of silver between your thighs, breath hitching in his throat. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stares, hands parting your legs wider so he can get a better look at what you’ve done. the new piercing catches the low lamp light, a tiny ring hugging your swollen clit, and rafe can’t help but growl.
“you went and got it done without tellin’ me?” his voice low, thick, making your core moisten. “jesus christ, princess…..you tryin’ to kill me?”
his thumb’s already on it, pressing soft, careful circles around the metal like he’s trying to learn how it feels through you. you twitch, hiss, body jerking at the sharp spike of sensation that zings down your spine. it’s different now—everything’s alot sharper. every brush of his touch against the metal ring nestled on your bud makes your thighs clench and your breath catch in your throat.
"fuck, look at you," he mutters, thumb rubbing the ring slow, lazy, like he’s savoring every whimper you give him. "so sensitive now. bet you cum even easier with this pretty little thing hangin’ off your clit."
he leans in and spits on it—warm and wet—and making your whole body shudder. the mix of slick and spit makes everything ten times worse (or better), and when his mouth replaces his hand, tongue flicking at the ring, pulling it gently with his teeth, you moan so loud he has to clamp a hand over your mouth.
“you want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear how needy you are?” he grins against your cunt, breath warm, lips stretched cruel. “nah, baby. this is mine....all of this—mine.”
he sucks on it now, slow and torturous, the little ring clicking against his teeth while his fingers dig into your thighs to keep you spread. every time he pulls it with his tongue, your hips jerk up like you’re possessed.
“gonna cum just from this, pretty?” he taunts, pulling off with a filthy wet sound. “didn’t even fuck you yet. haven’t even put a single finger in you. and you’re already so fuckin’ close.”
he presses two fingers flat to your clit, grinding the ring down into you, and your body snaps, legs kicking, voice muffled and ruined under his palm as your orgasm crashes through you like lightning. and rafe just watches, smug and hungry, licking his lips like he’s tasted blood."we’re not done, babydoll," he says, already shifting to unbuckle his belt. “you went and decorated my pussy—now i’m gonna see how many times i can make it sing.”
notes: on my other acc i did one for beau (but with nipple piercings) so i thought it would be good to do one for rafe but a piercing in the nether regions!
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Anonymous asked:
so you gave us rafe begging to put the tip in……. but what if reader begged for it this time……. what if…….
rafesangelita answered:
♡ warnings: heavy teasing, edging, orgasm denial, use of the name ‘daddy’ (pls just scroll if that’s not your thing), unprotected penetration, male masturbation, dumbification, degradation, brat taming (?), finger sucking
rafe has had you in the same position for going on thirty minutes now, your bottom lip pulled tightly between your teeth in order to keep any whines of protest from slipping out. with one of his hands pinning you down by the back of your thigh, he used the other one to guide himself between your slick folds, his tip nudging your needy clit with every stroke of his cock. you couldn’t help but squirm underneath him, your hips moving in a pathetic attempt to get more friction.
“please, rafe!” you felt so empty you could cry, your walls clenching around nothing as he prodded at your entrance. “i don’t know, baby, watching you beg for it is so much more fun..” he teased, your eyes fluttering shut as he repeatedly tapped your clit with his aching tip. rafe watched you with dark eyes, an amused smile taking over his lips as you writhed impatiently. you were desperate for anything he was willing to give you at this point. “just the tip, daddy, i need it so bad!”
rafe groaned. he knew you knew that little nickname was his weakness. jaw clenching, rafe barely filled your entrance before you gasped at the delicious stretch, your warmth enveloping the head of his length as he reached down and cupped the back of your neck in order to force you to look down at where you two were connected. “i could slide all the way in right now and make you lose your fucking mind,” he pulled out slightly, “make’ you get all stupid and whiny while you struggle to take it.”
you cried out, wishing he would just plow into you and turn you into a fucked out mess, but you knew with the way you were acting earlier rafe wasn’t going to be giving into you anytime soon. “bratty bitches like yourself don’t get to have their way.” he moved his hand to your chin, using his thumb to part your sparkly lips. swirling your tongue around his digit, rafe stroked himself while the head of his cock stayed nestled inside of you. “m’gonna use you like the pretty cocksleeve you are, and you’re gonna take every last bit of it.”
MEOWWWW
Season 2 Spencer who’s guilty pleasure is you calling him pretty. He would never admit it out loud but it’s very obvious to you how much he likes it. Whenever you say it, he’ll stutter over his words, mumbling a small thank you before pursing his lips together. His cheeks will go read and he’ll either push some of his hair behind his ears or push his glasses further up his nose.
Pretty
Rafe x angel!reader
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word count: 609 a/n: angel!reader calling Rafe pretty and he doesn’t know why.
You always told Rafe he was pretty, and he wasn’t able to fully grasp what you meant. He knew he was attractive, but pretty? You were pretty, you were stunning. He’d describe you as ethereal. But him? He couldn’t understand it. At first he thought maybe you were trying to be funny, but you kept saying it, you’d been saying it for weeks now. Soon after that, maybe two months into dating, you started giving him flowers, hand-picked ones that you grew yourself in your garden. The flowers were lovely, he could see that, but why were you giving them to him? He was a guy, so why was he the one getting flowers?
One night the two of you were cuddled up in your bed, the flowers you’d giving him were in a glass on his side of the bed, their bright colours catching his eye. He was running his hand through your hair, the other holding one of yours when he spoke up, “Baby, why d’you give me flowers all the time?”
“Well,” you began to answer, voice soft and airy, “I like when you give me flowers, makes me feel happy, so I wanted to make you happy.”
“Y’do make me happy, don’t need t’give me flowers f’that.” He said, not realising that you’d take offense to his words.
“Do you not like them?” Sadness tinged your words.
“No, no, no,” he began to panic, the last thing he wanted was to make you cry. “ ‘s not that. ‘s not that at all, angel. The flowers are pretty, jus’ never been given flowers ‘fore so ‘m not used t’this?”
“You haven’t?” You still sounded sad but for different reasons now, you couldn’t believe he’d never been given flowers. “That’s so sad,” you whispered.
“Hey, ‘s okay, get given the prettiest flowers on the island from you.” He tried to reassure you.
But you shrugged, taking your head off of his chest to look up at him, your eyes meeting his, “It’s still sad, everyone should get flowers.”
“Well did anyone give y’flowers ‘fore me?” His fingers were still running through your hair.
“Well no bu-“
“Exactly, so we’re the first people t’give each other flowers. Makes it more special.” He lowered his voice, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose when he finished. You didn’t say anything, the content smile on your face said all he needed to know. He pulled away, unable to help the smile that grew on his own face as you looked up at him with your adoring eyes.
“You’re so pretty,” you awed as you traced his lips lightly with your fingertips, the warm candlelight highlighting his sharp features.
He pressed a quick peck to your fingertips , “Why’d y’say that?”
“Cause its true.” You answered simply.
“ ‘s y’that’s the pretty one, angel. Not me.” He tried, but you just looked at him disapprovingly.
“Boys can be pretty too,” your voice was sweet as you spoke, your eyes practically sparkling as you looked at him, “and you’re the prettiest one there is.”
“Y’seen many pretty boys?” He couldn’t help but ask, he wanted to know what classified as a ‘pretty boy’.
“No,” you hummed, not hearing the jealousy that traced his words, “just you. Don’t need to see anyone else to know you’re the prettiest.” He practically melted at that, how could he not? He’d never felt luckier in his life. Because how had he, Rafe Cameron, gotten so lucky as to have you, the sweetest girl he’d ever met, as his own. He didn’t know, but he sure as hell was never going to question it.
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Pay Them Back
Rafe x angel!reader
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word count: 1.2k a/n: angel!reader’s mom wants to meet with her and Rafe is there to comfort her afterwards. Just be warned there’s some toxic family stuff in this, otherwise enjoy!
You were incredibly confused, you didn’t know why you were here, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be here. Rafe had been driven you over and he was waiting in his car for you. He had offered to come inside with you, but you’d turned him down, you wanted to do this by yourself.
Earlier that day, you answered a call from an unknown number to your mother’s voice. She’d asked you to come over, had said that she wanted to see you. You didn’t understand why, neither of your parents had spoken to you in a couple of years and you’d told yourself that they’d probably never talk to you again, and yet here you were, following your mother into the large living room. You’d barely been sat down for even a minute before she began speaking, her voice condescending like always.
“So, you and Rafe Cameron?” It came out like she was asking a question, but you knew she wasn’t. You also knew that she had no interest in you, but that didn’t stop the glimmer of hope that sparked inside of you as she spoke.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s only been like a month and a half but,” you shrugged, the smile on your face was bright, your eyes sparkling when you spoke about him.
“Yes, he’s a nice boy,” she nodded, sipping from her glass of wine despite it being the middle of the day. You smiled, her seeming approval still filling the gaping hole in your heart from when you were a kid. “So, of course you felt the need to go and ruin another respectable family’s image, tainting their name. Destroying my family wasn’t enough for you, was it?”
“I am your family,” your voice was small, your eyes already burning with tears that you wanted to will away.
“No, you’re not. You were sent here to plague me. I wanted a son, not you.” You sniffled and nodded to yourself, your mascara beginning to gather under your eyes.
You looked down into your lap, looking at your hands before meeting her gaze again. “So what, you just invited me here to what? To hurt me? To insult me?”
“No, I asked you here because we need you to pay us back the money we spent on that house of yours.”
“What?” your voice broke, you couldn’t afford to pay them back, surely she knew that.
She scoffed, “You didn’t think you’d get it keep it for free did you?”
“You’re my mom, I thought that, I thought that you and dad got it for me as a present.” You wiped some of the tears that began to stain your cheeks only for more to fall.
“So naïve,” she said softly, “but no. You pay us back or we take it from you.”
“I can’t afford to do that,” you tried to seek reason.
“The Cameron boy will help you, I’m sure. That’s why you’re dating him after all, isn’t it? Offering yourself up in return for his money.” She left no room for disagreeing as she spoke.
“No, it’s not like that w-“
But she only scoffed once again, “Of course it is, why else would he want you.”
Your bottom lip trembled, your breath shuddering as you tried to pull yourself together. “I think I’m gonna go.”
“You do that, just make sure we have that money back by next month.”
You only nodded before you practically ran out of your childhood home. Rafe who was waiting in the car with the windows open, instantly got out as he saw the distress on your face and gathered you in his arms. “Hey, hey,” he spoke softly, trying to soothe you, “what happened, angel?”
“Just wanna go home,” you said, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
“Okay,” he nodded, pressing a kiss to tour head. “We can do that.”
Neither of you spoke on the drive back to your house, the radio just playing quietly in the background. As soon as you got home you went straight to your bedroom, hiding yourself under the layers and layers of blankets you had. Rafe just followed behind you with a glass of water in hand, knowing that your throat would grow sore if you cried more. He placed the glass on your bedside table, the mattress dipping as he sat on the edge of the bed next to your legs. He just sat there quietly, running his fingers through your unruly hair.
“I need to get a job,” you croaked.
“Yeah?” his hand stilled in your hair, just resting lightly on your head. “Why’s that, sweet girl?”
“My mom wants me to pay back what they bought this for.” You whispered, finally pulling your face out of your pillows to look at him.
“I can help you wi-“
“No.” Your voice was hard and it took him slightly off guard, which you caught. “Sorry, I um. She said you’d say that. Said I’m only with you for your money.”
“It doesn’t matter what she thinks,” you opened your mouth to speak but he kept going anyway, “I know ‘s not true, that’s all that matters.”
“Can’t ask that of you.” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact, “Besides, I should get a job anyway.”
“If that’s what y’wanna do, then okay.” He nodded, “but please let me help with this, please?”
“I do-“
“Sweetheart, please. If y’want, when you’ve got a job y’can pay me back, yeah?” He said, knowing that he likely wouldn’t let you pay him back, but he just wanted to make you feel better.
“Okay,” you whispered, feeling really grateful, a weight lifted off of your shoulders for the moment.
“ ‘s gonna be alright, you know that, yeah?” He reassured again, his hand leaving your head to cup your cheek, his thumb running against your cheekbone. You nodded, leaning into his hand and giving him a small smile. “Let’s get that make up off you, hm?”
He stood up, getting all the things to remove your make up, knowing exactly where they were considering he spent more time at your house than his own. He came back with everything in hand, and sat back down to wipe your make up off of you. When he was done, he left again to get something for the two of you to eat. But when he came back, food in hand, you could see a glint of something behind his eyes, and you knew exactly why when you received a text from your mom that read, ‘that was fast’.
Despite the stress of the day, when Rafe finally coaxed you to sleep, it was probably the best sleep you’d had in days. He waited until you were in a deep sleep before he let himself drift off, the weight of your head on his chest bringing him comfort like no other. Everytime you shifted in your sleep, his grip subconsciously tightened on you, not wanting to ever let you go.
requests are open so lmk what else you’d like to see from Rafe and angel!reader <3
Fight For Us series here
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In which you and Rafe have been together for years until one day you catch him cheating on you. He begs you not to leave him and so you tell him that he needs to fight for you and your relationship. Upon leaving him you have nowhere to stay but with The Pogues, their lifestyle shows you what your life can be and it leads you realise that maybe you don’t love Rafe the way you used to anymore, prompting you to wonder if he’s even worth forgiving.
You were lying in bed with Rafe, his head on your chest while you lazily traced shaped on his bare back. “You gonna tell me what happened now?” you asked in a hushed voice. But he just shrugged, causing you to sigh in frustration. Running your tongue over your teeth and glancing at the bedside table you let out another sigh. The traces of coke prominent on the dark wood. “Are you using again?” The question caught him off guard and he stiffened where he lay on top of you.
“So what if I am?” he shot, his voice gruff and now irritated.
“We talked about this.” You sighed, you hated when he was using, he became mean, cruel and selfish among other things. Again, he didn’t answer you, hoping that if he stayed quiet for long enough that you’d drop it. “Rafe.” Your voice was hard.
“Fuck sake,” he muttered and climbed off of you.
You sat up, a deep frown on your face. “Where are you going?”
“ ‘m goin’ for a shower.” He didn’t even look at you as he spoke, “Can’t fuckin’ do this right now.”
“Can’t do what?” You stood from the bed, disbelief clear in your voice. “Can’t do what, Rafe?” He continued to ignore you, walking into the bathroom. “Rafe, what is your fucking prob-” But the door slamming in your face cut you off.
You nodded to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to push back the tears welling in your eyes. Your hair was tangled as you ran your fingers through it, pacing the bedroom floor but you froze as you saw a shirt on the floor that didn’t belong to you. The sound of the shower turning on had you briefly looking over your shoulder at the closed bathroom door before you turned your attention back to the shirt. Your hand trembled as you reached down to pick it up. It smelt like a perfume that you didn’t wear, and you couldn’t help the way that your heart fell to your stomach.
You held your breath as you stared at it, not sure what to do. The fabric of the shirt was soft in your hands, as if it had been worn and washed countless times. You couldn’t help the way your eyes immediately found his phone sat on the bed, the screen black. But you didn’t want to have to be that person, you didn’t want to be the person that snooped through his phone. It wasn’t like you could’ve looked through it anyway, you didn’t know his password and you didn’t want to invade his privacy like that.The shower turned off, but you didn’t notice as you clutched the shirt in your hands, your knuckles turning white.
“What the fuck is this?” your breathing was heavy as you spoke when you heard Rafe enter the room.
“What?” he asked cluelessly.
“This fucking shirt, Rafe. What the fuck is this?” You raised your voice as you looking at him, waving the shirt in his face.
But he shrugged, “ ‘s a fuckin’ shirt. ‘s your shirt.”
“No, Rafe. No, it’s not.” The implication you were making was clear, you just hoped it wasn’t true.
“Okay look.” He stepped forward, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s not, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Seriously?” You scoffed at the basic excuse.
“Okay, I mean it is, but not like that.” You could hear the panic in his voice.
“So, what’s it like then?”
“She, I-” he sighed and started again. “This morning, she came by, Sofia came by. But just to get her things, that’s all. She must have dropped it on her way out.” He walked towards you and placed his hands on your arms, thinking that everything he said had fixed the situation.
You pulled out of his touch, your face pulled in disgust. “What?” You whispered tearily, “Why did she even have stuff here?”
“I-” But you cut him off, you didn’t even sound angry anymore, just hurt.
“Has she been here since we broke up? Because she sure as hell didn’t have anything here when I left.” He stayed quiet, a look of distress taking over his face. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you whispered to yourself. “She has, hasn’t she?”
“No, I-”
“Hasn’t she?” You repeated, you already knew the answer, you weren’t stupid. But you still asked, because you wished that he would tell you that she hadn’t, that it was a big misunderstanding. “Oh my god,” you whispered again, the tears beginning to fall. “She’s been in our house? You brought her to our house?”
The bed next to you is what made you part your lips in disgust, “She’s been in our bed?”
“Look I-”
“No, you told me, you promised me. You said you cut her out of your life.”
“I thought y’weren’t coming back t’me!” He tried to reason uselessly.
“I was gone for four days, Rafe. Four.” Your voice cracked.
Tears welled in his own red rimmed eyes, “Baby, please, ‘m sorry. I, I was fucked up, I was usin’ it didn’t mean shit.”
“I find that hard to believe.” You breathed out, sniffling. “I can’t believe you would do this to me. You lied.”
“Baby, ‘m so fuckin’ sorry, okay. But I swear, as soon as we got back together, I ended it f’real.”
“You’d been seeing her while we were trying to fix things?” Your heart broke more every time he spoke.
“No, I, just once or twice, I don’t even. Fuck-“ he began to paced. “I was so scared I was gonna mess up again so I- I just wanted t’ get her out’f my system.”
“You’re unbelievable.” You shook your head, dropping her shirt on the floor, your hands curling into fists as your sides. “Is that why you were so upset earlier? Cause you ended things with your little girlfriend?”
“No, fuck I-listen, I was, I was upset because I’d been seein’ her. An’ I jus’ felt so fuckin’ bad ‘bout it.” He spoke fast, trying to undo what he’d done.
“Well that just makes it all better doesn’t it.” You laughed sarcastically, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “And to think I-and to think I felt bad about-“ you shook your head, looking down at the floor.
“Felt bad about what?” But you didn’t answer him. “Felt bad about what?” He asked again, emphasising his words.
“JJ and I we-“ You mad eye contact with him, both of you looking just as devastated as each other. “I nearly kissed him, but you know what I did. I said no, because it’s that fucking easy.”
He just nodded, knowing you were right. The two of you stood there staring at each other, tears rolling down your faces as you both took in the fat that this was probably the end of the two of you, and for real this time.
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Dry humping
Rafe x angel!reader
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word count: 438 a/n: dry humping with Rafe and angel!reader
Rafe was sat up in your bed, leaning against your headboard as you perched in his lap, your legs either side of his hips. His large hands were tightly gripping your hips, your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed you hungrily. Small whimpers were leaving your mouth, the sounds muffled by his teeth nipping on your lower lip. The tips of his fingers were digging into your lightly covered hips, your body only clothed by a thin, silky dress. Your hardened nipples, clad only by your dress, brushed against his bare chest. He used his grip on you to roll your hips against him, the rough material of his trousers increasing the pleasure as your clit rubbed against the bulge in his trousers, your thin cotton panties soaked as you rubbed yourself against him. The two of you were yet to do anything beyond this yet, and you were yet to see each other naked, but neither of you could care less as Rafe pulled you towards him again and began to move you with more force.
You’d been at it for a while, having begun grinding yourself against him instinctively while making out and he’d just let you get yourself worked up, not helping you in anyway. But when you been near tears, unable to get yourself off he’d intervened, not being able to stomach the sight of your tears. So now that he was helping you, you were already there, ready to come apart on top of him. “I know, angel. I know.” He cooed, one of his hands leaving your hips to cup the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “There we go, ‘s okay. Gonna cum f’me, yeah?” You nodded, moaning softly into his neck, your breath hot against his neck. You let out a small cry as you came, your body twitching as he kept moving you against him to ride you through it.
It was only when you began to whine from discomfort that he stopped, letting you still against him. “Did so good, angel,” he mumbled into your hair, kissing your head. You felt slightly bad that you could still feel him hard beneath you, but he made no move to do anything about it, just holding you to his chest as you caught your breath. When you finally calmed, he left you briefly to get you water and clean underwear, not wanting you to be uncomfortable before he pulled you back into his warm embrace and let you fall asleep in his arms.
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