Mia

Barley writing

[coquettebiatch]

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[cherienymphe]

I just got my pussy ate for the first time and it happened to be with my first ever boyfriend and he made me orgasm 2 times I’m still in shock I didn’t think I would ever be able to orgasm with someone else other than me but he was a committed eater he was down there for 45 minutes but now that I’ve experienced that I never want to use my toy again he didn’t let me get my vibrator when I was getting frustrated he said he liked the challenge and said he would eat it for hours if it would take that long but there’s hope yall!

[4urvalidation]

[cameronsbabydoll]

random ideas i’ve had in my notes app for fics but they don’t make sense and have horrible spelling

[dollfacegallery]

more texts with jermajesty!

JERMAJESTY!JACKSON X READER

18+ Possessive talk, light suggestive content and images

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[cherienymphe]

Do u think rafe Cameron would be a trump supporter?

Yeah?

[honeybee-reads]

He could really be nothing else 💗

[cherienymphe]

Literally fork found in kitchen 😭

[sugarysweetdreamz]

Trump supporter whose wife is not white and their kids are biracial. Furthermore, his wife is the child of immigrants or is one herself.

[cherienymphe]

[cameronsbabydoll]

and when i say odessa is out of drew’s league than what

[westendgrll]

your arms sling around his shoulders, curling your wrists to slide your long, spindly fingers into his hair. steve kisses you like he has all the time in the world. ironically, he doesn't. in fact, in just about twenty minutes he's supposed to be on air with none other than rockin' robin herself. god knows how pissed she is right about now. but it's hard to think about that right now when steve's got hawkins' most gorgeous girl in a pair of lacy, lilac panties, a bra, and nothing else, kissing him senseless.

"c'mon, you don't have to leave, do you ?" you mutter into a kiss, humming sweetly once his lips touch yours.

and steve was terribly close to giving in, awfully close. after having you all morning. soft, and warm, and naked in his arms. after placing feather-light kisses on your neck, your breasts, your tummy, between your thighs. he ate you out until you cried, and fucked you so soft the two of you couldn't bare to leave each other alone.

"no, baby. i'm sorry" he laments like he's actually done something wrong, reciprocating another one of your kisses. his hands find your thighs — god, they're warm — and hoist you up so that you're now level. the sudden movement slips a pretty moan out of you. "oh, stevie", punctuated by your legs wrapping around his waist. you can feel his hard one against your panties, resisting the urge to start a delicious grind. before either of you know it, you've got him pressed against the front door. hair a mess, fly unzipped, and cheeks flushed.

"sweetheart, i have to go" he lets you down slowly. you pout, pulling yourself into his chest, fashioning a hug. "i'll miss you" you murmur, looking up at him with big eyes. steve gives a sheepish smile, hands on your hips. "i'll miss you too, baby" he can't help himself when it comes to you your eyes, he's only a man.

"why don't i bring home a movie, huh ?" he suggests. in turn your hands trail down his torso, down to his jeans, zipping and buttoning his fly. "something romantic ? to set a mood ?" you crack a small smile, hiding it against his chest. "is that a smile i see ?" he grins, cupping your cheek to look up at him. "there she is" he speaks softly, and slightly in awe.

"dirty dancing" you tell him. he quickly nods, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. "sexy" his brows raise suggestively. "to set a mood" you quote back. "whatever you want, baby" ugh, you love how he always listens.

[runesandmoons-deactivated202604]

Love Bites, I

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader; Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: When Eddie Munson and his friends are too busy with their Hellfire campaign to answer the door, he leaves his girlfriend to handle it. She wasn’t expecting Billy Hargrove to be waiting on the other side, but at the end of the night, she was sure this wouldn’t be the last time she spoke to him.

A/N: Rewatching the show has made me find a newfound appreciation for Billy, and when I listened to “Love Bites” by Def Leppard, this idea just flowed out of me. 😅 Get ready for a multi-part (maybe probably series) length, messy fic between Eddie, Billy, and Reader. I don’t want to give too much away now, so stay tuned to see how this all unravels… 😏

Warnings: Reader doesn’t use y/n, Bunny is Reader’s nickname, Eddie is dumb (but we still love him), Billy’s cockiness is its own warning…

Word Count: 3561

“You know if you need anything you can just tell me, right?” Eddie looks at her expectantly, standing in the doorway, one foot on a step that leads to the basement, one foot in the same room as her. His stance mirrors their relationship lately - seemingly half in, half out.

It’s not that she was unhappy - he had just been neglecting her needs and directing his attention elsewhere, to his campaigns. Like tonight.

It was a Friday night and rather than spend the evening together, alone, he scheduled a new D&D campaign. The Hellfire members quickly agreed, so here she was at one of their houses, Gareth’s, about to sit by herself while they spent the next few hours diving into Eddie’s newest campaign.

She admired his dedication, she just wished he showed the same dedication to their relationship.

She meets his brown eyes, full of warmth and security, opened wide as he awaits her response. She offers him a soft smile, nodding. “I know.” He had offered her a seat downstairs, but if she was honest, she wasn’t really in the mood for another campaign. She had only come because Eddie promised they wouldn’t be long. He planned to take her back to his trailer and spend the rest of the evening with her. She wanted to believe him, but he hasn’t been the best at keeping his promises lately. Nonetheless, here she was.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come downstairs with us?” A subtle smile widened his lips, displaying his irresistable, boyish charm.

She couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m okay, Eds. I’m just going to watch a movie up here while I wait for you.”

His soft smile grows into a toothly grin. “We won’t be long, Bunny.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “If you say so.” She shoos him with her hands. “Go! Have fun!” She watches as he quickly turns to run down the stairs, his laugh echoing back through the doorway.

She makes quick work of settling on the couch with a snack and finding a movie she can pass the time with. The noise from downstairs blurs in the background as she focuses on the movie, laughing periodically. An abrupt doorbell ring makes her jump, nearly spilling her snack on her lap. “Shit.” She looks at the door, furrowing her eyebrows before standing. Walking over to the door to the basement, she opens it, leaning in the entrance to yell over Eddie’s narrating voice, “Eddie, there’s someone at the door!”

His voice stops, allowing her to hear a few groans from the other members. His voice travels back up the staircase, “Can you get it babe? We’re in the middle of an important plot point!”

She sighs, shutting the door behind her. This wasn’t even her house. She was probably going to have to bother them again. As long as the campaign can continue, right? She shakes her head, more to herself than anything, letting the frustration from the past few weeks start to show, as she walks to the front door. Who she finds when she opens it is not at all who she was expecting.

Bright blue eyes shift up slowly, framed by the prettiest lashes. Curly blonde hair softly bounces at the movement of his head. His plump, pink lips shift from a pleasant smile to a more defined smirk once he sees her. A smooth, defined chest peeks through his opened shirt, leather jacket hugging his upper body in all the right ways.

Billy Hargrove.

“Hey, I’m looking for my sister, Max. Is there a chance you might have seen her tonight?” His voice is smooth, velvety smooth. He looked relaxed when she opened the door, but now he sits into his hip, relaxing his stance even more, smirk practically plastered on his face.

It’s not the first time she’s seen Billy. Ever since his arrival in Hawkins a few months ago, he’s been the talk of the town. But it is her first time talking to him. She can tell he’s charming, probably used to getting what he wants. It hangs in the air around him.

She frowns, shaking her head. “No. I’ve been in the house all night, so I haven’t seen anyone. I’m sorry.” A brief glint of emotion flashes across his eyes before returning to their charming gaze. Too fast for her to catch. Frustration? She pauses, trying to be helpful. “What does she look like?”

He uses his hands to emphasize Max’s features, taking them out of his jacket pockets where they had been resting. “Short.” His hand mirrors her height. “Red haired.” He grabs the edge of his hair and lets it fall back against his neck in the same curl. “Carries a skateboard.” One perfectly groomed eyebrow raises.

She smiles, her teeth showing, as she nods quickly. “I’ve seen her around the middle school with a few of my friends’ siblings. You might want to check those houses.”

A smile that mirrors her own appears on his face as he straightens. “Awesome. Do you know their names?”

“The Wheelers and the Byers are where I would start. I can give you their addresses too.” 

He smiles, letting out a relieved laugh - a laugh that maintains his smooth pitch. An easy, light laugh. “Oh, that would be just swell.”

Stepping out of the doorway, she motions for him to come in. They walk in silence to the kitchen. It takes her a minute to find a notepad and a pen - with this not being her house - before she leans against the counter to begin writing.

As she writes the addresses down, not paying attention to the man who had interrupted her movie, he studies her, features soft and relaxed as she writes. He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. “You look familiar. Have I seen you around?”

Her eyes flit up to meet his before shifting back to the note she’s writing. Of course he wouldn’t recognize her. She’s not one of the girls who have practically thrown herself at Billy since his dramatic appearance in Hawkins. It’s not that she goes unnoticed, she just chooses her peace over overwhelming popularity. Put simply, she hasn’t been on his radar.

She smiles curtly. “I go to Hawkins High.”

He nods, smile widening into a grin. “So I have seen you around before. Maybe we’ve passed in the hallway a few times?”

It’s clear he’s amping up his charm, no doubt in an attempt to make her putty in his hand. She resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Our lockers are near each other.”

He narrows his eyes, breaking out his patented cocky smirk. “I think I would remember seeing your pretty face if our lockers were close.”

Able to hold in her scoff to release a more neutral sound, she hums. “They’re on opposite sides of the hall. You probably haven’t paid much attention.” She straightens, holding out the note with two addresses written on it. “Here are the addresses. I would start with the Wheelers and then go to the Byers if you still can’t find her.”

He takes it, glancing at it quickly before looking back up at her, blue eyes shining through his lashes. “You’ve been a big help to me …” He chuckles. “Sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.”

She tells him, offering a small smile. “I hope you find her.”

“I’m sure I will.” He pauses, smirking. “You know, it’s a Friday night, and I can’t help but notice you’re inside your house all alone.” He tsks. “It’s a shame really.”

Here is is. Just like she thought. She laughs off his comment, seeing right through his plan. “Oh, this isn’t my house, and I’m not alone.”

Clearly not believing her, he raises an eyebrow. “I don’t see your company.”

She motions behind her, toward the basement door. “They’re in the basement. I just kind of hang out while they have their game night.” A loud groan, followed by intense arguing comes from the basement. She couldn’t have planned the timing better if she tried. “See?” She raises an eyebrow, the hint of a challenge in her movement.

He sucks his teeth, tilting his head slightly in resign. “Just when I thought you were trying to get rid of me.” He smirks, waiting for her move.

She simply smirks back. “You should go look for your sister though, right?”

Billy nods, slowly. “Definitely.”

They hold each other’s gaze for another moment, seeing who’s going to break first. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he lowers his head, breaking their eye contact. Match won. Lifting his head, he makes eye contact with her again before starting to walk past her to the door. She follows him, smiling in satisfaction.

He stops, looking over his shoulder, smug smile still on his face. “Though there’s room for one more if you want to join me.”

She can’t help the laugh that escapes her. He’s a persistent one, she’ll give him that. “Tempting, but I’m pretty comfortable right here.”

Billy just shrugs. “Your loss, doll.” He steps out the door, turning to offer her one more cocky smirk. “Enchanting to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

She can’t help the smile that grows. “Night, Billy. Good luck finding your sister.”

She watches him walk back to his car, leaning against the doorframe. Before he gets in, an arm resting against the top of the car, he shoots her a wink. She holds his eye contact, allowing him to break it again as he finally gets in and revs up the engine. As he drives away like a man gone mad, she waits until she can’t see his tail lights any more to step back inside and shut the door.

As she makes her way back to the couch to resume her movie, she can’t help but replay her interaction with Billy. Has he really been that oblivious to her existence? She might have been dating Eddie Munson who had the opposite of a good reputation, but she was also friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler. She was decently known at Hawkins. Was he just self-absorbed?

Thinking back on how forward he was given that they had just met, she realized he only entertained the people right in front of him. Given that he always had someone in his orbit, he had no need to branch out, especially to the off limits girls. She chuckled then. He doesn’t know I’m not single. No wonder he came on so strong.

She couldn’t blame him for shooting his shot. Not really. Billy wasn’t exactly unattractive. His cocky grin flashed through her mind. Bright blues, straight teeth, plump lips, perfectly styled hair on full display. No, he was really attractive actually. She couldn’t help the smug feeling arising in her chest at the fact that Billy Hargrove flirted with her. It might not mean much, but at least she knew Eddie wasn’t the only one to find her attractive.

Beyond the smugness, she felt another unrecognizable feeling in her chest. She didn’t know what it was, but she did know that somehow this wasn’t going to be the last time she interacted with Billy.

The weekend was over before she knew it. The rest of her Friday night was uneventful with Eddie taking too long with the campaign, not giving them time to spend together. She spent the rest of the weekend locked in her room, trying to get over her disappointment.

When Monday rolls around, all of her sulking toward Eddie had made her forget all about her interaction with Billy. Needless to say, when she closes her locker and sees Billy’s smiling face next to her, she’s surprised, gasping.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you there, doll.” He’s chewing gum, his smile toothy through his chews. Each chew rolls his jaw in the smallest, subtlest circle, acentuating his jawline nicely.

“I see you found my locker.” She readjusts her books since they got rattled from her sudden gasp, turning her body toward his once she finished.

He smirks, leaning one shoulder against the lockers to face her as well. “You were right. Turns out our lockers are close to each other.”

She rolls her eyes. “Did you find your sister?”

He nods, the movement smooth. “Yeah, I did. Just like you said, she was at the Byers house.”

She smiles, genuinely, glad to hear it worked out. In the brief silence, she can’t help but notice his face looks a bit bruised too, his bottom lip puffy and a light bruise on his cheek. She winces a bit at the sight, her smile turning into a frown. “Seems like you found trouble too.”

“Nah, baby. Trouble finds me.” He smiles his cocky grin.

Her brows remained furrowed, not buying it. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” She wasn’t exactly sure why she cared, barely knowing anything about him, but the sight of his face bruised up made her uncomfortable.

He shrugs it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” His eyes move down and back up her body, his smirk returning. “Don’t you worry your pretty little heart over me, now.” She smiles softly. Tilting her head, she just watches him, intrigued.

Something clearly happened, yet he’s keeping it to himself, putting up his cocky front to cover it. Even more, he’s back to flirting with her. She never quite knew what to expect with Billy. It was entertaining to say the least.

He takes notice of her stare, leaning one arm against the locker, getting even closer to her. “What do you say I take you out tonight as a thank you for helping me find Max?”

Despite herself she smiles, chuckling. “Oh, I-“

Just then Eddie comes up to her, kissing her on the cheek. “Hey babe!”

She looks awkwardly at Billy, not expecting the interjection - she had ignored Eddie all weekend after all. Before turning to Eddie, she notices Billy’s eyes go dark. “Hey Eds!”

Eddie looks quizzically at Billy, then back at her. “What are you doing talking to Billy? Is he bothering you?” He gives Billy his best scowl, but all Billy does is roll his eyes.

She chuckles, trying to ease the tension. “He was the one who was at the door the other night. He was looking for his sister.” She looks at Billy then, trying to give him subtle eyes to go along with what she’s saying. He just stares, looking bored. She ignores his reaction and turns back to Eddie, smiling. “He was just thanking me for helping him.”

Eddie nods, smiling again, ready to move on to his reason for approaching her. “Cool! Listen, I hate to do this cause I know I promised you a short night the other night that ended up not being short, and tonight is usually a night to ourselves.” He grabs her hands in his. “But we left the campaign on a big cliffhanger, and the boys really want to find out what happens next.” He pauses, grimacing. “Tonight. Is that alright?” He gives you his best puppy eyes, hoping to convince you.

Of course. Another night, another plan disrupted. She fights not to slump her shoulders or give off another sign of her disappointment, not wanting to express her frustration in front of Billy. So she smiles and nods instead. “That’s fine, Eds. I know how important the campaign is to you.”

He beams, doing a little jump. “You’re the best, Bunny!” He kisses her cheek, letting her hands go. “Oh! Before I forget, I can’t take you home today either. I told the boys I’d take them straight to the campaign. But you understand! I’ll talk to you soon!” He bounds off, no doubt excited about the campaign, leaving her a bit stunned.

“Looks like you’re free tonight after all.” Billy’s voice cuts back in, shaking her out of her thoughts.

She turns her attention back to him, offering a small smile. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s best I just stay home.”

Billy tsks. “You’ve shot me down twice now. Seems like you are a good girl.” She fights not to let her eyes widen at his comment, though she notices the way her stomach feels like it does a flip. He’ll smile, more soft now. “At least let me drive you home as a thank you.”

She smiles, nodding in agreement, glad for a change of subject. “For someone of your reputation, you’re being awfully nice to me, Billy.”

“I’m just paying back a favor. Don’t expect it to last too long, doll.” He’ll wink before walking off, leaving her heart racing.

At the end of the school day she found herself in Billy Hargrove’s car as he drove her to her house. To say this day had been completely different than she had expected would be an understatement.

After ignoring Eddie, she thought he would try and ease back into her good graces with flattery and cuddles. It’s what he usually did, but he did quite the opposite. Has he become so wrapped up with everything but her that he’s starting to neglect her even more?

He barely spoke to her for the rest of the day, not even waiting to see her off once school ended. Instead of spending the night together, he was once again making time for Hellfire and leaving her alone. She had tried to be understanding at first, but now after her second disappointment in three days, she was starting to get fed up.

What was even more bizarre than that? The fact that Billy came to the rescue. Now she was in his Camaro, rock music playing on a tape he had put in the stereo.

He had waited outside his car for her once school ended, smoking a cigarette and looking as relaxed as ever. Once he saw her exit the front door he smirked his trademark smirk she had come to recognize. She hadn’t needed to search for his car. He always parked front and center. She received a few stares getting into his car, but he got in and drove off like normal, completely unbothered by the attention. She didn’t even know if Eddie had made it outside before they drove away from the high school.

“Bunny, huh?” Billy’s voice projects over the music, interrupting her thoughts. He turns his head for a moment to glance at her, an eyebrow raised.

She turns her head to meet his and smiles. “It’s my nickname for the people who know me well.”

“Do you like bunnies?”

She laughs at that. “You could say that.” She looks at her backpack, her cute stuffed bunny charm hanging off one of the zippers. “My room used to be decorated with bunnies everywhere you looked. My friends in middle school started calling me Bunny, and I guess it just stuck.”

He nods as he listens to her, glancing at her every now and then before turning his attention back to the road. “And do you like the nickname?”

“I do.” She smiles. “I think it’s sweet.”

He pulls out a cigarette from the carton, offering one to her. She shakes her head to decline it, which causes him to chuckle in response. “You wouldn’t happen to have that nickname because you’re an innocent thing now, would you?”

She’s smiling when she turns her head, feigning shock. “Innocent? I’d hardly call myself innocent.”

He sucks his teeth, tilting his head as he lights his cigarette. “I don’t know, doll. You’ve declined my advances twice, and now you don’t want to smoke. That seems pretty innocent to me.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully. “For your information, Hargrove, I have a boyfriend. And as for your cigarette, I’m just not in the mood for one.”

Pursing his lips, he nods slowly. “Well, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.” He pulls his cigarette from his lips, turning to her, cocky smirk returning. “On both accounts.”

Her stomach does another little flip against her will. She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it almost as soon as she opens it.

Billy takes note, smirk on full display. He chuckles as he faces the road again. He pulls onto her street, slowing down. “Which house is yours?”

She points to it, waiting for him to come to a stop in her driveway. As she gets her bag from the backseat, she smiles at him. “Thank you for the drive home, Billy. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

He smiles back, shrugging. “I don’t mind. Seems like you were left in a bind, and it’s the least I could do after you helped me the other night.”

She offers him a nod, opening the door and shutting it behind her as she gets out. He rolls the window down, causing her to turn back in his direction. He’s leaning over the center console, voice clear as he calls after her.

“How long does someone have to know you before they can use your nickname?”

She can’t help but laugh. That was unexpected. “If you want to call me my nickname, you can.”

“Good.” He holds eye contact with her for a moment before his smirk curls his plump lips, eyes shining. “I’ll see you around, Bunny.”

A/N: I hope this gives you just a little taste of what’s to come. Get ready for things to get a whole lot messier… 😏 If you enjoyed it, please comment, reblog, or chat with me about it! Any interaction is so appreciated because I am SO excited to see where this goes! 🤭😁

[cottonconnielvr]

so basically i wanna have intercourse with steve harrington

[arquiveziak]

[bigblueworld]

▄︻デ══━一💥 bull rider!rafe

💥 cowboy boots. dust. big belt buckles. rope burns. crowds roaring. 8 seconds. adrenaline. cocky smirks. bucking bulls. subtle looks. lucky watch.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who searches for you in the stands and sends a little wink your way before being set loose. he always wears the pair of boots you bought for him, with your initials near the heel.

BULL RIDER!RAFE whose all talk most of the time. you say he's all bark and no bite. but he can bite, only if you ask nicely. and through all those late nights traveling and competing going home to you is all he can ask for.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who adores walking in through the door to see your boots and hat by the door. he always has to say "honey! i'm home!" after competitions he'll jog up to the railing and litter quick kisses as you whisper gratefully that he's okay.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who grins like an idiot when he makes time, wearing the same smile like when he first asked you to be his. all teeth like he won the lottery. before competitions he always goes through a ritual, and it always ends with him tipping his hat to you when his hands are wrapped up in rope on top of a bull. preparing for those 8 seconds in hell.

coming soon..

8 seconds (playlist)

[angelluvsrafe-deactivated202512]

never doing that again

an: i started to write this and couldn’t stop thinking about @sunsetmade’s fic ‘where is he’. so with her permission, this fic is inspired by hers!

cw: drug use

you’re curled up under rafe’s arm on a random sofa at a party. rafe laughing with his friends as he leans forward and snorts another line, not caring that he’s basically dragging you forward with him.

he carefully scoops some coke up onto his finger tip and holds it infront of you, your heart thuds in your chest as you realise what he’s offering you.

you’ve always wanted to try it but now that you’re able to, it’s a little nerve wracking.

“open your mouth, sweetheart…” he murmurs with a small smirk. you obey and open your mouth for him. he slips the finger past your lips and spreads the coke across your gum.

you screw your face up at the feeling but soon settle back against rafe, he places a soft kiss against your head and then your cheek, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

after a few minutes, rafe turns to you with a small smile.

“you feeling okay, sweet girl?” he asks you softly. you nod and return the smile and he pinches your cheek lightly, “that’s my girl…” he coos with a kiss to your forehead before topper directs his attention elsewhere.

your brain becomes all fuzzy and the room seems a lot quieter than before, almost muffled— but being by rafe’s side helped you ground yourself again, just nuzzling into his side calms any nerves that were quickly rising.

“baby, i’ll be right back” rafe’s words snap you right out of your comfort zone. you look up, opening your mouth to protest but he’s already gone.

you curl back up on the couch, finding rafe’s fleece that he’d left behind and pulling it over your lap.

everything seems loud again, too loud. there’s too many noises happening at once. your mind can’t focus and you’re starting to panic.

“hey… hey sugar…” a voice snaps you out of the panic as you’re greeted with toppers face. he kneels down in front of you as if you’re a cat he’s trying not to scare. “what’s the matter?” he asks you softly, this is the nicest he’s ever spoken to you.

“where’s rafe?” you tear up, immediately feeling the need to sob at his concern for you. “i want rafe…” you sniffle.

“rafe will be back soon, honey…” he rubs your knee reassuringly, not wanting to touch you too much but he knows that physical touch is your favourite.

“he’s just going to talk to someone, okay? can i get you some water?” he suggests with a smile.

“yeah…” you cry, your words coming out whinier than you had expected.

“kelce, go get me some water, man” topper clicks his fingers to get kelce’s attention. he nods and rushes off to the kitchen.

when he gets back with the water, topper holds it to your lips and slowly tips it so you can drink. you hum in response, the cool liquid feeling nice on your previously dry throat.

“there you go… better?” kelce asks, sitting next to you. you nod and bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around him as topper drapes rafe’s fleece over your shoulders.

“he’ll be here any minute now, honey…” topper reassures you, seeing your eyes scan the busy room erratically.

sure enough, rafe’s figure gets bigger as he walks over to you, he gives you a sympathetic smile as he scoops you up and sets you down in his lap, keeping his arms tight around you.

“i’m sorry, bunny…” he sighs, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “i thought you’d be okay… i was only gone for a little while…” he tells you gently, rocking you slightly as you rest your head against his chest, still curled up with your knees pressing against your chest.

“you were gone for so long…” you hiccup softly, your words shaky. it was true, he had been gone for twenty minutes, which was obviously twenty minutes too long.

“i know… i’m sorry, sweet girl…” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your head as his hand rubs up and down your back.

“you’re never having coke again… not after that reaction. i thought it might chill you out… but it did quite the opposite didn’t it, sweet thing?” he chuckles softly, tilting his head to look at you just in time to see you crack a smile.

[angelluvsrafe-deactivated202512]

𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

you’re sat on rafe’s lap on the back porch of the country club, light denim shorts that barely covers your ass and a low cut babydoll shirt.

rafe’s hand gently caresses your thigh as he talks to topper and kelce, occasionally kissing your shoulder when you get too wriggly, a silent warning to sit still.

“man, she was fucking good- i mean i’ve never had a girl like that before.” topper tells rafe enthusiastically, letting his gaze wander over the ocean from across the fresh garden leading to the beach.

“look, sweetheart. turtles on the sand, they look like they’ve just hatched, it’s ‘bout time for it.” he points towards the light sand.

you gasp and immediately run across the sandy grass towards the beach. you cut through the long grass instead of finding a path and eventually slow down when you get near the turtles.

rafe watches you crouch down next to them and shakes his head. “i bet my ass she cries when we have to leave.” he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“she’s a sweet girl. you’re lucky, man…” kelce states, watching you with an amused smile on his face.

“sweet as a damn pie” rafe agrees, his voice soft.

the three watch as you kneel down to talk to the baby turtles, leaning over causing the denim shorts to expose your butt a little.

“god dammit.” rafe mutters and stands up, following your tracks to the beach and standing behind you with his hands on his hips. “baby… your butt cheeks are hangin’ out.” he states.

you look up at him, eyes squinting in the sun. “whoops…” you pull at the shorts so you’re decent again and then continue talking nonsense to the turtles.

“yeah, whoops…” he sighs and crouches down beside you, kissing your head, “you having fun, sweetheart?”

“yeah… look at all the babies…” you giggle and lean back against him, he hums and wraps his arms around you.

“they’re slow…”

“hey… they’re babies” you pout and look up at him with a frown. he kisses your forehead and taps your cheek.

“they’re slow…” he lets go and stands up, backing away with a small smile, “i’ll be with topper and kelce, come get me if you need me…”

“uh huh…” you respond, rafe’s ninety nine percent sure you didn’t hear a word he just said but he knows you’ve got enough common sense to come to him if you need him.

“have fun, pretty lady…” he chuckles and heads back towards the guys.

~ request a fic ~

[rafescherie]

season one rafe is definitely into some questionable shit…. lololol. sitting there rock-hard in the dark, watching videos of girls crying while some guy destroys them — and the second she chokes out a “thank you” through her tears, he’s already coating his fist in sticky cum.

he’s deep into the corruption shit — virgin girls, wide eyes, trembling hands, the type of shit where they are so genuinely inexperienced but eager to please, and he eats it up every time.

says he’s into that ‘power-dynamic shit’ but it’s a some bdsm video where the dom is actually just abusive — slapping her across the face for blinking too slow, or dragging her across the room by her hair.

he’s obsessed with the wrongness of it all — especially the stepbrother videos. and yeah. it’s way worse if you happen to be his stepsibling — because he definitely thought about it. more than once.

this boy is seriously into some fucked-up, questionable shit… but i can really only see it being season one rafe, because we all know that boy gets no fuckin’ pussy, it’s pathetic.

[kissmaybank]

COUNTRY CLUB MEETING

ꨄ︎ dilf!rafe meeting creme!reader for the first time

rafe stood with topper and kelce, swinging golf balls that flew through the air and falling on the green of the field. these three aged finer than the wine they drank on occasion, maintaining that rich, older man look throughout their aging—especially rafe. he remained every bit of tall, broad and muscular he maintained in his younger years. there really wasn't much of a difference, except he'd become just a bit calmer, temper controlled after years of losing his mind before.

topper had lined the iron club up with the ball, always taking himself way too seriously at the tee like he always did. kelce shook his head, eyes rolling. "you do this shit every time top."

"and yet, i win every game." "that's not even true-"

yet, rafe's gaze focused elsewhere. the girl whose decadent skin glowed dewy in the carolina sun of the outer banks, and left the scent of her vanilla perfume at every hole she drove to. thighs plush in the mini skirt she wore, shifting every time she had to bend over to grab drinks, soft back exposed from the halter top she paired with the skirt. loose strands of hair framing her face, strawberry gloss slick on her lips.

his firm, southern drawl broke the childish argument between topper and kelce. "who the hell is that?"

topper looked over. "ohhh, i seen her yesterday while i met with some people for drinks. i think they replaced the other girl."

kelce whistled low. "and thank god for that. god damn..."

rafe didn't respond, his eyes burned through her like nothing else existed on that course.

her cart breezed over the grass as she made her way over, cheeks warm and thighs pressed together from rafe's gaze. eyes piercing enough to keep her shy as she nervously bit her lip.

stepping from the cart, she brushed the condensation from her thighs. "you gentleman want anything?"

kelce snorted. "mhm, bourbon and maybe your number." rafe gave him one of those stares, the kind that wasn't teasing in the slightest and burned holes through people.

turning back to her, he reached for her hand, his thumb rubbing over the top of her hand gently. "don't worry about him baby doll. you got anything sweet?"

the corners of her lips twitched in a small grin. "umm...i've got lemonade, sweet tea, a few wine coolers..." "strawberry lemonade?", "umm...mhm," "i'll take that then."

just as she digged for the pre-packaged bottles of chill, strawberry lemonade, every bit of tart and sweet to taste, rafe pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "keep the change pretty girl."

"oh, i-i can't take this, it's too much..."

"but you will. since i said so."

his gaze rested on her longingly, that possessive, almost territorial look he gave when he had something to chase after. a gaze that felt pushy, watching her tuck the bill into a safe spot.

topper coughed. "we gonna continue the game or are you eye fuckin' her the rest of the day?"

rafe didn't even bother looking back as he spoke to her. "i'm takin' you home after your shift. can't have these other men preying on a small, sweet thing like you..."

her voice spoke soft, almost quiet. "i can just get an uber.."

that earned a scoff from him. "baby doll that's even worse, not on my watch."

and that ride home started the beginning of everything.

[cameronsbabydoll]

“IM ALLOWED TO SWITCH”

rafe cameron x cherry!pie!reader x barry

WARNINGS: toxic relationships, humiliation / degradation, possessive behavior, emotionally manipulative language, sexually suggestive content (non-explicit) implied sexual history (reader x rafe, reader x barry) jealousy / obsession, power imbalance dynamics

A/N: based off the song “can’t go broke” by zeddy will & babyfxce E (kinda cringe but whatever)

he used to call you cherry pie.

he used to say it like a joke—mocking, syrupy sweet.

he used to drag you into his truck and let you ride him with your pink nails scratching down his chest, then tell you to pull your skirt down and get the fuck out like it didn’t mean anything to him.

and you let him. every single time.

until you didn’t.

until barry came along.

because if rafe wanted a sweet thing to ruin, barry wanted one to keep—dirty little doll in mary janes and lip gloss, the kind of girl who blushes when he spits in her mouth and says good fuckin’ girl after.

it starts with a rumor. as always.

someone sees you get out of barry’s beaten down truck. someone says he had his hand on the back of your neck, steering you like a pet. someone says you giggled when he called you mama in the parking lot.

rafe hears it thirdhand. and then again. and again.

but it’s not until he sees you at the local gas station—standing there in your white ruffled socks and ruby red gingham dress, handing barry a slushie with both hands like you’re scared you’ll spill it—that it sinks in.

you really did it. you switched.

barry looks him dead in the eye when he licks the straw. doesn’t even blink.

“she got tired of bein’ treated like a side bitch,” barry drawls. “figured i’d treat her like a prize instead.”

rafe laughs. it’s mean, too loud, forced.

but he’s shaking.

“you really lettin’ her suck you off with that stupid voice, man? she don’t even know how to—”

“nah,” barry cuts him off, slow and smug. “she learned. real fuckin’ fast.”

you don’t say anything. you don’t look at rafe, don’t flinch when barry’s hand drops to your thigh like he owns it. you just sip your drink and smile around the straw, cherry gloss smudging the plastic.

he corners you later.

he waits until you’re walking out of a party, alone, your cardigan pulled tight around your shoulders, your hair curled sweet like always.

“you done whoring around now?” rafe says, stepping in front of you.

you blink up at him, soft and wide-eyed. cherry pie, just like always.

“thought i was never good at it,” you whisper.

he clenches his jaw. there it is.

“you really good at everything but head,” he snaps, voice too low to be heard over the music. “i don’t want your throat.”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering.

“good,” you hum. “barry says i taste better somewhere else anyway.”

he stares at you, lips parting. his breath catches, just for a second.

“matter of fact,” you say, soft and breathy like you’re reciting scripture, “i want your friend. i’m allowed to switch, right?”

and rafe’s face breaks.

he doesn’t speak. just watches you walk away in your little white mary janes, all bow-legged and glowy like you’ve been ruined by someone else.

barry’s waiting by the truck, leaned against the hood, smoking and smiling like he already knows.

you climb into his lap like it’s nothing. like you were never rafe’s.

and maybe you never were.