riding him with the skirt on pls save me.. and not even that—just him picking her up with ease and flipping her over his shoulder. 😩😩 #needthat

“Atta girl—” Crack. He slapped your ass.

yeah don’t even talk to me, i’d let this man do anything to me

—

Rafe just lay back, watching you like a man starving, sipping from the liquor bottle. He handed it to you, expecting a drink—but instead, you hovered over him, spit it into his mouth.

i was already thinking him drinking from the bottle is hot, but spitting into his mouth?? fuck me 🥰

—

Rafe reached up and adjusted the hat on your head, tugging it just a little lower, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Keep this on, too,” he said proudly as his finger trailed down your jaw. “In case anyone forgets who the fuck you belong to.”

i’m going weak in the knees, this is even better than i imagined it.

ugh ily! you never disappoint. thank you so much for making this 💞

me when reading this

𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

— a rafe cameron one shot (1 of 2) part one • part two

✰ rafe and barry were on their way back from handling business when they come across someone stuck on the side of the road — that someone being the richest kook in town’s daughter, y/n.

“i don’t give a fuck what he said,” barry grumbled as he leaned back in his seat, “he’s payin’ by tonight or we’re bustin’ his fuckin’ head in, alright?” rafe nodded dismissively, unaffected by the graphic comment as his blue eyes were lazily focused on the road before them, a singular hand resting on the wheel as he steered the old truck. the following moments were silent, only filled with the soft hum of the engine and low buzz from the radio before something — or someone — caught rafe’s eye.

wicked game

chapter 4 - the bet

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

cw: language, alcohol

i am so invested 😩😩😩

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ i'll come to you as the autumn rain

pairing: rafe x reader synopsis: your dead boyfriend pays you a visit. warnings/tags: angst, fluff wc: 1.5k a/n; inspired by a fic i posted on ao3 back in 2021.

rafe masterlist ♡

he was everywhere. in every sentence you spoke, in every tear you shed, in every day that passed by without him in your life. it didn't matter that it had been six months since he passed away because every day it felt like it was happening all over. every morning, there was a short moment when you didn't remember; but the moment you did, it was like you were reliving the moment you actually found out. collapsing onto your knees, pushing away everyone trying to come to your comfort. there was nothing to comfort you about because it just couldn't be true.

everyone knows that death is an inevitable part of life. nothing is certain but death and taxes. but what are you supposed to do when you actually have to face it; when you have to face that the future you'd spent the last four years planning with the man you loved is now impossible? that you'd never wake up next to him again, you'd never kiss him again, you'd never feel his hand in yours again? how are you supposed to react when you're going through his things, only to find an engagement ring with your anniversary and initials engraved in it?

every night, you see rafe in your dreams, lying in his coffin, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest. he was wearing his favorite suit, and the moment you see him, it's like you're expecting him to just open his eyes and sit up. in your dreams, you'd try to shake him, to make him wake up, but he never does.

how cruel was it that your last time seeing him wasn't the same morning as his accident when he woke you up with his signature grin on his face as he pressed kisses on your chest, pulling you closer to him by your waist, but his lifeless body lying there in his coffin, surrounded by a crowd filled with other people grieving him?

how cruel was it that the last time you touched him wasn't when you gave him a kiss goodbye only a few hours before the accident accident, but when you cupped his cheek, his usually warm skin cold and still?

you were hunched over your desk once again, accompanied by the sound of rain pattering against your roof and music playing on your record player, your hand starting to ache as cursive words appeared on the paper; ever since rafe's funeral, a day hadn't gone by when you hadn't written him a letter. you knew your friends were worried; you barely left the apartment you used to share with the man you loved. you barely ate, barely slept.

sighing, you put your newest letter into an envelope, addressing it to rafe before throwing it into a box exuding with letters you'd written, all to the same person, never to be opened again. you got up and dragged your feet until you reached the bed and managed to collapse onto it. your eyelids were heavy and your surroundings were already getting blurry due to the tears acting to escape your body, the edges of your vision turning black from exhaustion until you finally gave in and pressed your eyes closed.

"c'mon, wake up, lazybones."

you were startled awake by the familiar deep voice mixed with the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder. you gasped and sat up in bed, looking around the room, and it was as if all the blood had been drained from your body when you turned to look at the spot next to you on the bed, that familiar grin illuminated by the bedside lamp on his side of the bed.

"you can't be here." you shook your head and backed away on the bed, your throat hurting from the tears you were holding back, but when you were trying to stumble out of bed and stand up, his strong hand wrapped itself around your wrist and tugged you back into bed.

"why can't i be here?" he chuckled softly.

"because you're dead, rafe."

rafe simply rolled his eyes, as if you were being dramatic over nothing. he shrugged his shoulders, moving his arms so they were crossed behind his head, "so? i can't come visit my girl?"

"this is a dream." you scoffed, pinching the inside of your elbow, the sound of a sharp intake of breath filling the room from how it stung. you looked to the other side of the bed, and rafe was still there, his brows raised in amusement. you sighed, lying back down on the bed. "fine, you're a hallucination."

"probably." rafe shrugged, bringing his hand to cup your cheek, "you haven't been eating or sleeping properly."

"you're a part of my subconscious. you know the reason for that." you swallowed the tears threatening to spill, turning your head so you were facing him; rafe's hand on your cheek was so warm, it felt just like any other time he'd done the exact same thing to you, your voice turning into a weak whisper, "i miss you so much it kills me."

rafe let out a small sigh, his lips lifting up only slightly into a sad smile, "i miss you too. so fucking much." his thumb stroked your cheek, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, leaning into his touch, "but your letters help."

"yeah?" you smiled wistfully, "you read them?"

"yeah." rafe let out a soft chuckle, "even the poems you write in them. fuck, you know i was never the sentimental type, but those make me emotional. it takes me a while to understand the cursive, but i manage."

you opened your eyes and looked into his blue ones, glassy with tears, "can i ask you something?" you asked and he nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips, "were you really gonna ask me to marry you?"

rafe looked down at the bedsheets momentarily, toying with a loose thread before taking in a deep breath, and looking back up at you, a wistful look on his face "yeah, i was." he chuckled bitterly, "i had it all planned out. i was gonna take you to greece, like i did for our first anniversary. i'd take you to the beach where we stargazed and ended up falling asleep, just holding each other. i was gonna bring a whole picnic and everything."

as you listened to him recount his proposal plan, you couldn't help the tears that slowly began to stream down your face, rafe's thumb darting out to wipe away every single one.

"i'm glad you kept this, you know." rafe said quietly, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand moving to the chain around your neck that now held the engagement ring you'd found among his things, "i wish i could've put it on your finger, though."

"you can." you said weakly, pulling back slightly. your hands moved to the back of your neck, fiddling for a moment before you unclasped the necklace. you handed it to rafe, watching as he took the ring off the chain.

you gave him your left hand, and rafe slid the ring onto your ring finger, before bringing your hand to his lips, and pressing a soft kiss on the same finger. "fits perfectly. like i knew it would.

then he brought his lips to yours; making you close your eyes as you leaned into the kiss, his lips so warm and inviting, the kiss feeling just like it did the first time he kissed you, and every time after. rafe pulled away from the kiss a moment later, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he pulled you into his arms, whispering against the top of your head, "you should get some sleep." before placing a kiss at the crown of your head.

"i don't know how to live without you, rafe." you whispered, closing your eyes as you burrowed into his warm, muscular chest, flooded with memories of all the times you'd been in this position before, of all the times you fell asleep and woke up in rafe's arms, "you're gonna be gone when i wake up, aren't you?"

"yeah. but you won't have to live without me. even if you can't see me… i'll always be with you." rafe said quietly, stroking your hair.

no matter how much you tried to resist it, no matter how much you ached to stay there in his arms, you couldn't help the pull of sleep; rafe's comforting embrace had always managed to put you to sleep within minutes, along with all the exhaustion from the past months eager to catch up to you.

and when you woke up, you were right. rafe was nowhere to be seen. but when you looked down at your hand, the ring was still on your finger. and when you looked to rafe's side of the bed, not only were the sheets crumpled, but there was a note on his nightstand. you reached out for it, your heart clenching in your chest when you read the words written in a familiar, messy handwriting.

'i'll always be with you. i love you. -r'

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ i'll come to you as the first snow

pairing: rafe x reader synopsis: rafe's dead fiancée comes to pay him a visit. warnings/tags: angst, fluff wc: 1.6k a/n; inspired by this fic by me.

rafe masterlist ♡

rafe really wasn't sure what had been going on in his life for the past three months; because whenever he was awake, there was a glass of whiskey in his hand. and whatever he did remember, seemed to just be a piece of the puzzle.

one moment he was in his bed, looking at pictures of the two of you on his phone; the next moment he was weeping at your grave, his forehead pressed against your cold headstone, the next moment he woke up on a random beach on kildare island.

he knew you wouldn't approve. he knew that if you were there, you'd be telling him all about how it was an 'unhealthy coping mechanism', and how if you were alive, you'd give him the silent treatment until he promised to stop; but the thing was; you weren't there anymore. he used to roll his eyes when you used to tell him to eat better, sleep more, or drink less; but now he'd give just about anything to hear you scolding him.

the moment he found out about the accident that took you from him, the first thing rafe thought about was coke; because in his mind, that would take it all away. it would make him numb, it would make sure he wouldn't feel your death.

his first stop after having to see the aftermath of your accident was at barry's. but the moment he'd lined up four lines of the white powder with his black amex, a rolled up dollar bill between his fingers, rafe was brought back to when you were helping him get clean, holding him in your arms in the pitch-black room as he shook in your arms, his entire body covered in sweat while also being freezing cold, how hard you worked to get him through withdrawals. and he just couldn't do it.

so his only way to cope was by sinking his feelings in a bottle of overpriced whiskey, but no matter how much he drank, no matter if he blacked out, the first thing he thought about when he woke up, and the last thing he thought about when he fell asleep was always you.

and the worst thing was, the signs of your existence were slowly starting to fade. the shirts and hoodies you'd stolen from him and claimed as your own now smelled like laundry detergent, instead of the usual mixture of your perfume and sweat, the shape of your head was no longer imprinted onto the pillow right next to his, and the worst thing was that he was starting to forget the way your soft skin felt under his fingers.

rafe was sitting on the living room couch, his eyes half-lidded and heart beating slowly in his chest, a pill bottle knocked over on the coffee table in front of him, a few tablets having spilled out of it, a framed picture of the two of you from the day he'd asked you to marry him right next to him, the man rolling a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand before taking one last swig, reveling in the way the ember liquid burned as it went down his throat. the last thing he could register was the thud of the glass as it slipped from his weak grasp and fell onto the plush carpet you'd picked out.

"come on, you can't sleep in the living room..."

rafe was half-asleep as he started to hear a familiar voice starting to come through the haze, but what started to pull him back to consciousness was the feel of a warm, soft, hand on his cheek, a thumb stroking the stubble on his skin, and as he breathed in, he could smell the cherry-scented lotion he could recognize anywhere.

his eyes were so heavy, but rafe was determined to open them, and finally when he managed to get them halfway open, in front of them was the blurry outline of someone he immediately recognized. he didn't have to see her features, because for the entire time he'd known her, she'd somehow always seemed brighter to him than anything else in the world. rafe smiled, reaching out to touch the outline's cheek. "am i dead?" rafe asked as her features slowly started to become clearer.

"no, silly." you let out a small chuckle, and he could see the way your eyes shone as you rolled them, "how about we get you to bed, sweetie?"

"alright..." rafe groaned, letting himself lean his weight on you, and as you stumbled towards the bedroom you shared, you let out adorable little laughs whenever he nearly tripped, until eventually, his back hit the soft mattress, an exaggerated groan leaving his lips.

you laughed as you climbed into bed on your own side, nuzzling into his embrace, your head on his chest, rafe's arm automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close to him. he smiled, but when his gaze turned to you, something about it changed; it became wistful, longing. his eyes turned glassy, as he looked at you, his lip trembling.

"what's wrong?" you asked, your eyes furrowing together as you brought your hand to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb, "hey, talk to me, rafe..."

"this isn't real." if he didn't feel his lips move, rafe would've thought that the person saying those words was someone else; his voice was so weak, so shaky, so different from the usual firm, confident tone he spoke in. "i'm just high, or drunk, and hallucinating." he sniffled, "and when i wake up, you're gonna be gone."

rafe didn't even notice the warm tear that rolled down his cheek until you wiped it away with your thumb, taking a deep breath as you looked at him, "i'm sorry, rafe." you said softly, pressing a kiss on his clothed chest, "i wish i could be here."

"i always thought that you'd be the one person who'd never leave me. that you'd be the thing that... that lasted forever. that i'd get to wake up next to you every morning until we're grey and wrinkled and shit." rafe chuckled bitterly, "why couldn't that happen? why does everyone always leave me?"

you bit down on your lip and sniffled, continuing to stroke your cheek, "if it was up to me i would've stayed. i would've stayed forever." you brought your face closer to his, pressing your nose against his, looking into his eyes, glimmering with tears, your reflection in his dilated pupils, "i need you to know that, rafe." you whispered, "i would've never abandoned you."

rafe hid his face into your shoulder, racked sobs muffled by your shirt. you moved your hand to stroke his hair, letting out small shh's as he cried into you, his hold on you tightening, as if you'd disappear. and he would be right. so you just let him cry as you stroked his hair.

eventually, he took a shaky breath and pulled back slightly; the sleeve of your shirt was wet with tears, and so were rafe's cheeks. you smiled softly, wiping the tears away from his skin. "i'm always going to be with you, you know."

"what, like in my heart?" he chuckled dryly, letting out an accidental sniffle.

"well, yeah." you smile, cupping his cheek, "but also in the moon when you look up at night. in the stars, in every raindrop that rains down. in the first snow and each one after that, in every word you speak, and every ." you brought your face closer to his, "i'm saying that i'm in everything around you. you're not getting rid of me that easily."

"promise?"

"i promise." you said softly, bringing your lips to his, and for the first time since your death, rafe felt something much better than happiness; he felt serenity. the way your lips molded against his seemed to be the thing that completed him, that managed to fill a small fraction of the hole in his chest that seemed irreparable since you left.

when you pulled away from the kiss, the both of you let out shaky breaths, and when you opened your eyes, you saw your smile mirrored on his face. "promise to me that you'll take care of yourself." you said softly, "because i can't take it if you wreck yourself. it hurts me more than anything in the world."

rafe took in a shaky breath, his nose pressed against you as he closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your warm hand on his cheek, "i promise." he mumbled, and even though he couldn't see it, he knew there was a smile on your face.

as rafe's eyes slowly fluttered open, the man felt as if he had gotten the best sleep in his entire life, but memories roamed back to him of last night, of you in his arms, and suddenly rafe started to feel enraged.

he clenched his jaw as he sat up in bed, throwing his pillow onto the floor; his brain had betrayed him, had made him think that he had you back, that you were right next-

rafe's brows furrowed as he looked to your side of the bed. on the pillow, there was an imprint of someone's head. and as he laid back down, smelling the sheets, he could make out the distinct scent of your signature perfume.

but the final nail of the coffin was when rafe lifted his head, looking out of the window.

first snow.

i normally never cry, but this one just broke my heart to pieces. actually no joke, i was like almost full-on bawling :(

the snow ?!??? my heart can’t do this

★ — cop!rafe making his dumb girl feel smart after his buddies made fun of her !!

you were so excited for this. you’d been talking about it for weeks—“omg, rafey, a fancy dinner? with cops? like, real ones?”—while spinning around your bedroom in three different mini dresses that were all technically inappropriate for a formal event, but rafe didn’t have the heart to stop you. he just sat on your bed, arms crossed over his chest, watching you twirl like a proud, tired boyfriend, biting the inside of his cheek when you landed on the satin pink one that barely reached mid-thigh.

i am melting 🫠 cop!rafe is just wow

ᡣ𐭩. ݁˖ . navigation. ᡣ𐭩. ݁˖ . masterlist.

okay but imagine tweaked out S1!Frat!Rafe just bragging away about taking your virginity …

He’s coked out, eyes blown and sniffing the drip tickling the back of his throat as he slicks back his messy hair. Talking to Kelce and Topper frantically and telling them all about the way he broke in his little princess…

“Aha..fuck…yeah —I popped that little cherry, just right.” He’d laugh with cruelty and glee in his voice. Watching as the two other boys’ eye’s widened with glee as they urged him to continue on.

“Broke that little princess right in. Had her all teary-eyed, whining and shit. Should have seen how she begged for it.” He’d say with pride at the fact that he got to claim the finest girl on the island.

Eyes shutting as he laid his head back against the couch; his brain fuzzy and having flashbacks to your pouty lush lips and pretty, teared-up eyes as you cried at him digging into you —breaking you in. Making you take it for the first time. The way he had you in a mean, mating press — cock pressed right to your cervix.

“S’fucking good, and you wanna know the best part,” he’d say with a cruel smirk playing along his lips. Sniffling again, a sweaty — coked out mess, as he runs his hands through his hair hectically once more. Kelce and Topper all too enticed as he said with a vicious victory in his nasally cadence …

“Made that cute, lil’ pussy bleed all over my dick.” He’d say with a smug smile. “Now, it’s just time to mold myself in. Make her really understand who she’s dealing with.”

sigh….

rafe catches you watching p*rn

you’ve been so needy all day and rafe your stupid fucking boyfriend has been gone. you know you shouldn’t be mad really it’s not his fault he has to work and you’re ovulating. not his fault your skin has been burning up all day after he kissed you goodbye, looking as irresistible as usual and smelling so good after his shower.

NSFW ALPHABET — BLUE COLLAR RAFE CAMERON

A — Aftercare ⟢ Rafe isn’t the most openly affectionate guy, but after sex, he’s all about making sure you’re okay—even if it’s in his own gruff way. He’ll pull you against his chest, rub a rough hand down your back, maybe even murmur a low, “You good, baby?” If he really wore you out, he’ll force himself to get up and grab you water, even if he groans about it. He likes seeing you fucked-out and satisfied, though, so don’t expect him to leave you alone too long—he’ll be running his hands over your body again in no time.

B — Body part ⟢ On himself? His arms. He knows he’s strong, and he loves how easily he can manhandle you with them. On you? Your thighs. Whether they’re wrapped around his waist, shaking beneath his touch, or pressed tight together while you try to act all innocent—he’s obsessed. Loves to squeeze them, grab them, spread them apart. If you’re wearing shorts? Good luck.

C — Cum ⟢ He’s messy, and he likes it that way. Loves to see you covered in it, whether it’s dripping between your legs or smeared on your stomach after he’s pulled out. If he finishes in your mouth, he’s watching, making sure you swallow—or else. But his favorite? Pumping you full and keeping you there, too big and heavy for you to squirm away.

D — Dirty secret ⟢ He’s thought about bending you over at the construction site more times than he’d ever admit. Even in broad daylight, even with his crew around. The idea of fucking you somewhere risky, where he could get caught with his pants down (literally), is a fantasy that plagues him. And yeah, he’s stolen a pair of your panties before. Just once. Maybe twice.

E — Experience ⟢ He’s been around, no doubt about it. He’s had his fair share of flings, girls drawn in by his rough hands and cocky smirk, but none of them mattered until you. He knows what he’s doing—he knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to pull sounds from you that no one else ever has. And if there’s anything he doesn’t know? He’ll learn. Fast.

F — Favorite position ⟢ Anything that gives him control. He loves bending you over, watching his cock disappear inside you as he grips your hips. But if he really wants to ruin you? Missionary, so he can see your face, watch every little reaction as he stretches you out. And he definitely loves having you ride him—nothing gets him off faster than watching you struggle to take him.

G — Goofy ⟢ He’s not goofy, but he is cocky. Smirks when you whimper, teases you when you get all shy. If you accidentally moan too loud? “Damn, baby. Didn’t know you liked it that much.” But the second you try to turn it back on him, acting all sweet and playful? He’s flipping you over and showing you who’s really in charge.

H — Hair ⟢ He’s not meticulously groomed, but he keeps it in check. A little bit of hair, nothing crazy. As for you? He doesn’t care, as long as he’s got full access to you. And if he notices you cleaned up for him? That cocky smirk comes out in full force. “Went all pretty for me, huh?”

I — Intimacy ⟢ He’s more intense than romantic. He shows his affection through possession—gripping your jaw, pressing his forehead against yours, growling low praises when you take him so well. It’s rough, needy, overwhelming. But there are moments, quiet moments, when he softens. Like when he kisses your temple after, or holds you just a little tighter than necessary.

J — Jack off ⟢ He tries not to. He really does. But sometimes he’s stuck on a long job, or you’re teasing him without even knowing it, and he has to take care of it. Usually in the shower, thinking about you—about your body, your moans, the way you whimper his name when you’re close. If he’s desperate? He’ll use your panties.

K — Kink ⟢ Possession. Rafe is territorial as hell. Loves marking you—hickeys, bruises, his cum dripping from between your thighs. Also has a major thing for power imbalance. He’s older, stronger, more experienced—and he loves reminding you of it. Loves when you get all flustered, playing the innocent little thing while he ruins you.

L — Location ⟢ Anywhere he can get away with it. The truck is a favorite—he’ll pull you into the backseat without a second thought.

M — Motivation ⟢ You, obviously. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing—looking too good in your work clothes, biting your lip without realizing, laughing in a way that makes his stomach tighten. The second you get a little shy, a little flustered? It’s over for you.

N — No ⟢ He’s not into anything that makes you uncomfortable. Won’t share, won’t degrade you in a way that actually hurts. He likes you a little embarrassed, a little helpless under him, but he’s never truly cruel.

O — Oral ⟢ Loves giving. Could spend hours between your thighs, lapping you up until you’re too sensitive to handle it. But he’s greedy, too—loves watching you on your knees, pretty lips wrapped around him. And if you look up at him? He’s gone.

P — Pace ⟢ Usually fast and rough, but he knows when to take his time. If he really wants to make you beg? Slow, deep, agonizing.

Q — Quickie ⟢ Loves them. He’ll pull you into a supply closet, the back of his truck, his own construction site, anywhere he can take the edge off.

R — Risk ⟢ High. He gets off on knowing someone could catch you. Even if he’d kill anyone who tried.

S — Stamina ⟢ Insane. Blue-collar work keeps him strong, and he can go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat.

T — Toys ⟢ Doesn’t need them. He’s enough. But if you want to try something? He’ll allow it. As long as he’s in control.

U — Unfair ⟢ Loves teasing. Runs his hands over you, pulls away when you try to grind against him. “Patience, baby.”

V — Volume ⟢ Low, deep grunts. Filthy praises. A little growl when he’s close. If you’re loud? He loves it.

W — Wild card ⟢ He has, at some point, stolen your underwear just to keep in his truck. For reasons.

X — X-ray ⟢ Big. Thick, a little curved, and he knows how to use it.

Y — Yearning ⟢ Insatiable. He wants you constantly. If he had his way, he’d keep you in bed all day.

Z — Zzz ⟢ Falls asleep eventually. But only after making sure you’re completely spent, totally satisfied, and pressed up against his chest.

biceps guy and thighs girl is just the BESTTTT!!! i need blue-collar rafe, please 😩😩

title: milking

warnings: 18+, smut, nipple sucking, pregnant!reader, light fingering

rafe has his head in your lap, lips brushing against the soft swell of your breast, the heat of his breath teasing over your nipple, already sensitive, aching.

"they're sore, baby," you whisper, fingers threading through his thick hair, but you already know how he is, how he gets.

he groans, deep in his throat, a sound of need, of devotion, hands slipping up your pajama top, pushing fabric away until you're bare to him. "then let me help," he murmurs, tongue flicking over the taut peak before he latches on, mouth hot, sucking slow and deep.

pleasure pulses low in your belly, a dull ache that spreads between your thighs as he drinks, his hand already slipping down, cupping you through your pj shorts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit. no underwear. he knew that the second he touched you.

his other hand cups your other breast, thumb teasing over your nipple, watching as creamy white dribbles from the peak, his tongue catching it, lapping up every drop like he’s starving for it. and maybe he is. he moans against you, tongue tracing the bud before sucking harder, lips working greedily.

"fuck, you taste so sweet," he rasps, eyes flicking up to yours, heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide. your fingers curl in his hair, holding him there, because it feels too good to stop, because the slow roll of his fingers between your thighs has your hips twitching, your breath coming faster.

milk beads at your nipple, and he pulls back just enough to watch it spill, thick and warm, sliding down the curve of your breast before he leans in, licking the trail up, groaning as he swallows. his hand dips inside your shorts, fingers slipping through your slick folds, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit as he latches on again, sucking hard, his mouth working, greedy, desperate.

"rafe—" you gasp, but it’s lost in the way he moans around you, the vibrations making your thighs squeeze together, his fingers pressing deeper, teasing your entrance but not giving you what you need just yet.

"mm," he hums, mouth still full, lips working, tongue laving, drawing more from you, more milk, more moans, more of everything. his lips glisten with it, his chin wet, and when he pulls back, he drags his fingers through the mess, smearing it across your nipple before licking it up again, slow and deliberate.

he’s addicted, obsessed, and when his fingers slide into you, curling deep, you arch into him, body trembling, breath coming in gasps. "let me make you feel good, baby," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses over your breast, his fingers pressing deeper, his mouth descending once more, taking everything you have to give.

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obsessed doesn’t even cover it 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS: 002

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i’ve been waiting for this chapter—and it’s finally here!! i am so fucking excited to read this 😩🤍

he is such an idiot i can’t 😭😭

jj not being able to go without a vape on a plane for like a short time is so him.

and also mango?! insane—he could’ve at least picked a better flavour.

i have no comment honestly, can you even blame him?? i doubt he’s ever been on a plane before.

he’s also pretty proactive like that 🥰🥰

“correct! 😘” i love her.

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i feel like such an idiot because why was i like “why the fuck is there an eiffel tower in las vegas? isn’t that in paris” but then i remembered they have one in las vegas..

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cleo wishing all those bubbles weren’t there 😍 — STOPPP.

oh baby he’s not going to feel sad very soon

AAAHAJHJ stop.

I CANTTTTTT not sarah walking in on jj and kie.. i mean sarah is definitely making sure EVERYONE is having fun

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“oh girl don’t even worry, we’ve all had one-night stands.”

“it’s rafe.”

“oh!”

well babe, it’s definitely something… 🤗🤗 (if i had the chance to fuck rafe i’d take it too)

also, the picture is so fucking hot.

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how am i going to survive without part three? i’m looking forwards to it already — loved this so SO much baby 🩷🩷 talk about masterpieces???? your smau’s should be hung up in the louvre or something

warnings: dark content ahead!! (you have been warned and there is a cut before this fic starts!! you are responsible for the media and content you consume), cnc, knife play, rough handling, rafe is masked, death threats, degradation, fingering, restraining, slapping, hair pulling, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, dumbification, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby trapping threats, breeding kink, use of a safe word, aftercare, light fluff

a/n: inspired by this gif and this photo ໒꒰ྀི˃ ⤙ ˂ ꒱ྀིა

wc: 2.3k