did u have any colorings added or filters on polarr? its to die for and i need to learn immediately 🥹🙏🏼
omg u have no idea how happy i was to get this ask.... I LOVE UUUUUU 🙈🙈🩷🩷
anyways !! i actually dont do much coloring beside adjusting each pictures manually to fit the color palette more if the original pictures weren't already blending in well, but i do use this specific overlay as a "filter" 👇👇
what i do is i basically go on ibispaint x and put that picture as the top layer and set the blending mode to "lighten" before adjusting the opacity depending on the brightness of my pictures !! this is what gives my theme that grayish low contrast look
i also love to put some sparkles overlay for extras 🤭
++ for the visuals specifically on my pinned post, i also used ibispaint x,, i put three pictures ; one in the bottom layer placed in the middle, and the two other on each side of the middle one while overlapping the middle one a little.
then, i use an airbrush brush as an eraser with the opacity around 80-90ish to erase the part of the pictures that overlap the middle one to give it a faded/blended (?) look .. IDK IF I EXPLAINED IT WELL 😭😭 i can explain more if you ever need the details~
It was just supposed to be a quick tour of your campus and your dormitory, a little drive around the area so your mom feels more familiar with the environment her own daughter have adapted to.
"Pretty close to the campus, right?" You smiled from the passenger seat as she drove out of the driveway of your rented dorm once she was satisfied enough with checking it out, "I can even wake up just a tad late and still be early."
A tender laugh escaped your mom, hands on the wheel and driving down the road you've gone through since the start of the semester, "Not so expensive too, huh?" She nodded in approval.
Only then did her eyes land on a certain event going on on the side of the street. "Oh look! A car wash!" She exclaimed cheerfully, the wheels of your car immediately redirecting to that certain part of the street, "Your old man will be so happy to know his car's washed up after that awful rain last night." She snorted, patting your hand.
The moment your eyes followed her gaze, your smile vanished from existence. "Mom, no!"
Because, sure, a clean car would be perfection in your dad's eyes. But a clean car due to the hands of frat boys and witnessing it happen from within the car sounds like a torture in hell for you.
Especially when your mom parked the car right by Rafe Cameron and his closest frat bros. A frat boy with a cocky smirk, cap always on backwards, with an arrogant and snobby kook attitude as the cherry on top that makes him somewhat unbearable in your eyes.
How you wished you could evaporate into thin air when your mom rolled down her window with that wide smile on her face.
Topper Thornton first approached the car, grinning a toothy grin, "Ma'am." He winked at your mom, shirtless torso leaning against the side of her car door, his eyes just briefly glancing your way with an amused chuckle.
Before your mom could speak, you raised a hand to interrupt her quick, "Are the sorority girls doing the car wash too?"
At this point, even having to witness the tiniest skanky bra one of those girls would wear is better than having shirtless exasperating frat boys wash your car.
"Just us, sweetheart."
Of course he had to show up. What better time for Rafe Cameron to actually put work into his car washing other than when your parents' dirty car pulled over? Was it perfect timing or was he just being annoying?
"Cameron." You sighed, nodding tiredly as you slowly sank down the passenger seat, praying to god for a miracle of becoming invisible.
Noticing your familiarity with Rafe, your mom beamed with excitement, "Oh, who is this, darling?" She asked, watching as Rafe squeeze out the drenched, soapy sponge, his skin perfectly sunkissed; shirtless with that stupid backward hat still on.
"No one important."
"Rafe Cameron, ma'am."
He was smiling, all performative and charming wannabe! It sickens you seeing him trying to act all sweet and perfect in front of your mom, you might as well jump out the driver's window to strangle him in 3... 2...
Your mom turned her head towards you, almost giggling as she grabbed your hand, whispering enthusiastically to you, "He's cute!"
Looking back at Rafe, all you saw was his wide toothy grin, gaze completely locked onto the pissed off look you had on your face. He was enjoying it all too much, his face alone was practically mocking you. And even with every second you look at him, even with squinted eyes, you still couldn't find this "cute" factor your mom have found in him.
A scoff escaped your lips, rolling your eyes at him. "Just go wash the car. Squeaky clean." You waved him off, or rather tried to.
"Tell me more about yourself, Rafe."
"Mom!"
Rafe chuckled, the stupid grin on his stupid face only widening as he stepped closer to your mom's window, his lean torso practically put on a showcase for the both of you.
"Well, I guess I can say that I'm majoring in business, I play golf, and…" He shot you one glance. A glance that just tells you he's looking for mischief, "…I asked your daughter out on a date once."
A gasp escaped your mom, looking back at you, "I've never heard of this!" The look on her face was an odd combination between disappointment towards you and excitement towards the news, "How come I've never heard of this?!"
"Because it never actually happened, mom." You groaned, "He—"
"—Needed your permission." Rafe completed with more lies, "I told her I'd need your full consent to proceed with the date."
His never-ending lies only made your mom believe more and more that he's such a distinguished gentleman.
"Such a lie!-"
"How thoughtful and respectful." Your mom said in awe, close to actually tearing up from the "angel" in front of her, "Well, you've definitely won my permission now!" She laughed.
It took you a good amount of six seconds to realize she was genuinely giving Rafe Cameron the permission to take you out on a date. It felt like one of those wattpad stories of being sold by your mom to one direction. Except instead of the gorgeous Zayn Malik, you got the irritating Rafe Cameron.
Your mom smiled wide and happy, "Oh please, sweetheart, just go on a date with this cute boy." She subtly pleaded, "Don't you wanna make your mom happy?"
Well... you don't get that bright of a smile on her face every day. It's kinda sad.
It's his smile that suffocates you.
On one hand, you wanted to give your mom what she wanted, especially since you think she's trying hard to give you puppy dog eyes. On the other, you just wanted her to drive away from Rafe Cameron. Even better if she drives over him. Just to get away from his self-absorbed, cocky, shit-eating—
"Whatever." You sighed, already sinking in the passenger seat and regretting even letting her drive the car by the time she finally ended the convo with him with a cheerful shriek.
Delighted by your response, with a cocky and arrogant smirk on those lips, Rafe Cameron proudly washed your car, the wet, soapy sponge in his hand dripping while he lingered by your side of the car, stalling washing the roof of the car just to give you more time to appreciate his bare torso showcased in your window.
He surely must've thought you'd spread your legs open just at the sight of his glistening torso. But a difficult girl like you just makes this ten times more enjoyable for Rafe.
And just to make sure you know you're stuck with him, he leaned his face down by the window, grinning and winking at you before aiming the hose right at where your annoyed face was behind the window.
"You're dead." You mouthed through the window, looking like the equivalent to an angry rat clenching its fist.
"You're mine." He mouthed back, shooting you a wink before squeezing soap onto the window, blurring away your sight of him.
One way or another, he was already planning the date.
ㅤㅤ⛱ ; ❝ on the island, you encounter a haven of fruits of many sweetness, sourness, and bitterness, if you'd only choose carefully. care to taste a fruit or two? ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtaste of rafe cameron . . .
FICS
♯ fluff
಄ Surfer Girl — rafe x surfer pogue!reader
಄ Revenge's Matchmaking — sofia's ex!rafe x sofia's husband's ex!reader
಄ Chapstick Kisses — bf!rafe x gf!reader
಄ Wedding Bell Blues — oblivious bf!rafe x giddy gf!reader, long term relationship
.. ✎ At Last –part 2 of Wedding Bell Blues
಄ Face to Face – yearner!fanboy!rafe x cocky!celebrity!reader, based off the song and mv Face to Face by RUEL
.. ✎ Face 2 Face – part 2 of Face to Face
಄ Angel's Warmline — loner divorced dilf!rafe x warmline operator!reader
♯ smut
಄ You Oughta Know — ex!switchy!rafe x dom!reader (angsty)
.. ✎ You Learn — part 2 of You Oughta Know (angsty start + fluff ending)
಄ Squirming during sex w/Bf!rafe
♯ angst
಄ Second Date Update – ex!rafe cameron x ex!reader, reader catfishing for revenge, lovers-to-enemies-to-complicated, based off a radio show segment.
HEADCANONS
಄ Schroeder!Rafe x Lucy Van Pelt!Reader — involves references from Peanuts
AUs
಄ Rich dad!Rafe x Cool mom!Reader
಄ Drummer!Rafe Cameron.
.. ✎ Drummer!Rafe headcanons.
಄ Nerd bf!Rafe x Punk gf!reader
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtaste of steve harrington . . .
FICS
♯ fluff
಄ The Sitter(s) — bf!steve x babysitter gf!reader
HEADCANONS
಄ Cinephile!Steve x Audiophile!Reader
಄ Basketball player!Steve x Soccer player!Reader
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtaste of bucky barnes . . .
FICS
♯ angst
಄ You Like Me Too Much — situationship bucky x reader
ㅤㅤhaven't seen your loved one here nor found the picture perfect scenario ? send me your request now .ᐟ
ㅤㅤpatience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet . . . more works to come to @ibeetlebum .
⋆.˚⤷ he's HOT and WEALTHY, she's COOL and WITTY . . . what more can you ask for?
RICH DAD!RAFE CAMERON owns all the money in the world to steal an avaricious girl's greedy and gold-digging eyes. but of course, a girl was never what he aimed for from the start. a woman with the heart of a priceless gold is what he craves. someone with a fiery tongue that'd burn his ears yet put him in line, someone who knows how to ease a smile onto his tense face, someone like COOL MOM!READER . . .
FICS . . .
rich dad!rafe cameron and cool mom!reader on parents teaching day .
HEADCANONS . . .
introductory headcanon .
TEXTS . . .
a look into their family .
rich dad!rafe's love for cool mom!reader through texts .
𓂃✍︎ bf!rafe dealing with you squirming during sex . . .
summary: perhaps it was the fact that he was thrusting in a terribly fast and harsh pace, but you just couldnt seem to be able to stay still.
content: smut, dom!rafe with a lot of manhandling + talking you thru it, piv, positions change; missionary to doggystyle.
Both of your weeks ended like every sweet couples' usually do; using the last bits of your staminas just to get a satisfying release that'll clear out your heads from the long, tiring day. The word release, in this case, meaning sex till you're damn near breaking the bedframe.
That night, Rafe was being particularly rough, choosing the missionary position like he always does whenever he felt the desire to be the one 'in charge', placing wet, open-mouthed kisses around your neck while the sound of your moans fills his ear, his favorite melody.
Perhaps it was the fact that he had not only a tiring day but also a somewhat bad one, needing and chasing this satisfaction more than ever with his hips thrusting at a terrifyingly fast pace, practically slamming again and again into you while his fingers were grabbing onto your hips so tight it might even bruise your skin. His hands were a guide to your hips so you too were moving against him.
"Oh fuck... just like that..." he grunted, panting into your ear as he fasten his pace even more, your hips shoved together.
The problem isn't that you didn't like it, oh you fucking enjoyed it. Instead, the problem is the fact that you were a squirmy person, barely able to keep your limbs still as he drives his cock in and out of your pussy rapidly.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his burning skin, only to let go and grip onto the sheets instead, not even knowing what to hold onto anymore. Your back arched, hips stuttering frantically in his hold, making his control on your hips movement a tad difficult, meanwhile your toes curled with your legs restless and your head thrown back over the pillow.
A moan escapes your throat, loud and desperate, "Fu- mm.. fuck!" You gasped, "S-so fast! I... I can't- please!" You pleaded with him, your shaky hands reaching for his wrists to try and pull them off your hips.
"You can, baby... I know you can..." Rafe assured you with ragged breath, his voice incredibly calm for someone who's raging cock is pounding into you, "Shit... stop moving, can you?"
He let out a grunt, patience growing thinner with each movement you made, which then led him to grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them up above your head on the pillow.
With your hands stuck on that position, you could only arch your back and move your legs as the tip of his cock kept on hitting all the right spots to make your toes curl even more. It might just be your favorite feeling in the whole wide world.
"Stop moving around, baby..." Rafe groaned, feeling your tits pressed against his chest due to how much you were arching your back, his ears filled with your desperate, mumbled, and frantic pleas. "I know, I know... You can take it, okay? Just... ah fuck..." He whispered, ragged breath and moans of his own filled your ears.
Yet now with only one hand on your hip, it was harder to guide them to move against his when your just kept on squirming and wriggling, so much that his dick managed to slip out once. Which to Rafe, once was plenty.
Rafe let out another groan, "Goddamnit!" He took his hands off your wrists– only to flip you over onto your stomach, hands guiding your hips to be lift up to provide him with your ass in the air, "Fuck... hold on, baby..." He cooed, as if as a silent apology.
As he thrusted back into you hard and deep, his hands held your wrists behind your back tightly, the slight grin on his face showed how he was assured that now you weren't gonna move as much. Not even gonna be loud, not with your flushed face pressed against the pillow, surely.
"Ra... Rafe..." You managed to moan against the pillow, eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool pooling onto the white pillow case. The position you were in had the least possibility to squirm around, only able to wiggle your fingers.
Rafe just kept on pounding into you, longing to feel those walls squeeze around him and hear the loudest and dirtiest moan leave your swollen lips, to know you were satisfied with the night just as much as he was. And while he's at it, he was still busy holding your wrists together, keeping your roaming hands still from clawing onto him.
𓂃✍︎ nerd!rafe cameron and his punk girlfriend . . .
summary: people sees the bad in her, but she's always been a sweetheart through his glasses.
content: nerd!rafe x punk!reader
a/n: decided to change the pictures' layout for fics that came from short thoughts like this 🙌
♬ ⨾ p.u.n.k girl by heavenly ♪ ༘⋆
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇
Everyone and anyone who knew Rafe Cameron knew that the only thing he had eyes for were books and those stupid sci-fi movies he never stopped watching. His own friends even joked that he would grow old to either die slow and alone or marry his own pile of books to cure his lonesome life.
He was the type of guy to keep their nose in a book, even while munching on a bagel in the morning, hanging out in his friend's lousy party, before going to bed... his eyes just never had time to thirst over a girl.
That being said, no girls even did long for his gaze. The gorgeous ones were always calling him names, never looking past his glasses to see the man in him through those blue eyes.
But, again, habits do grow old. Even Rafe Cameron's loner habit.
They just didn't think the person he'd trip over his polished shoes for would be a girl like you.
A total punk. Smokey eyes with a glare that the island fear of. Messy hair that he'd find his fingers happily tangled in now and then. A sharp tongue with a set of teeth that not only bites but also chews. Sharp painted nails that people saw as claws.
They all said you're bad for him. But Rafe saw and heard none of that shit.
You meant the world to him, an angel in disguise to provide him warmth and protection.
Where people hear lies and curses, he hears words of love whispered into his ears that made his cheeks turned crimson red.
Where people see the bad in you, he was enamoured by the absolute goodness in you each time you turn your head over your shoulder and shoot him that sweet, tender smile.
You were mean at some point, sure. But you were mean in the nicest way possible, always shielding him away from the mockery some idiots would shoot at him now and then. You may not be the woman his friends would recommend for him, but you were everything he needed to feel alive.
He'd find himself laying his head on your lap sometimes, letting your fingers seperate his previously neatly combed strands of hair while he read a book for you. A boring book, you thought, but it was his voice that you had your mind on.You reach for his glasses, pulling them off his face, to which he let out a small whine to. "Stop taking my glasses, I can't read without them..."
"Just keep talking bullshit, anything in your mind." You shushed him, brushing his bangs off his forehead. "You know I'd hear you recite all those geeky shits about the space again and again, loser."
Rafe huffed, "Don't call me loser."
A laugh rumbled through you, "My loser. Better?"
"Much better." He sighed, closing his book and setting it aside. "Anyways, a single day in Mercury is literally as long as a hundred and seventy six earth days." He explained out of the blue, looking up at your face.
You continue to fiddle with his hair, humming. "Guess we should move to Mercury then. A single day with you feels too short on earth."
"Actually, we can't survive in Mercury, because—"
"That was a word of affirmation, Rafe."
"Oh." He paused, "I don't have a book about love languages yet, sorry..."
The world may not see the way your palm fits perfectly in his. Either way, you'll always be your nerdy loser's punk girl.
summary: rafe cameron couldn't find peace in his heart and mind ever since you've given him the taste of his own medicine. it was like an old dim torch have lit itself up once again and suddenly his mind was only filled with you. he soon came to a conclusion that perhaps it's time for the both of you to swallow that jagged little pill and make his mistake the start of growth between you.
content: ex!rafe who yearns for reader, subtle angst + fluff + smut, 2k worth of plot/angsty build-up, starting with rafe's pov, exes to lovers, eating out ft. locking your legs around his head & pulling on his hair, unprotected piv; missionary, rafe not pulling out
The break up might seem come off as total ease on his side of the story when seen through your eyes. But Rafe Cameron have found himself in a confusing state where he felt he should go along a path that turned out to not align with his heart's desire at all. He should be happy, right? This was the path his choice have led him to, the fruit of his own decision. But you were right, every bit of you lasted even way after he left.
Perhaps that's why he could even bare a single second with that girl. His mind was constantly attaching the image of you onto her to at least make the relationship less unbearable, creating the illusion that she felt as good and deep as being with you does, that she kisses just as lovingly and passionately as you do, that she loves as messy and true as you do.
He couldn't understand why exactly it was necessary, things started out rather perfectly with her; every touch and words felt true and easy, the relationship stable as ever. Then, it just felt... forced.
"Maybe then you'll realize that you should worry more about how big your ego is and not about how much holes your small dick can fit in."
Oh if only you knew how many times he replayed those words in his mind over and over again, every word processed carefully in his mind to understand even now when he's sat neatly dressed and closely to his lovely girlfriend, who was happily yet calmly explaining the activities of her day, voice soft and mature- calm, while you were fun and messily perfect. Each sentences ever spoken by you banged on his head even more when his lips part and his voice escape his throat, interrupting her with these following cruel words,
"I can't love you."
The gentle smile on her face falters, flinching just a tad from the sudden confession, as if she had been hit, "I don't unders... What are you saying, Rafe...?"
His elbows rest on his thighs, his face resting on his opened palms as he let out a long, rough breath. "I'm saying I'm sorry and I think we should break up..." He slowly said, shaking his head as if he knew how wrong it sounded. "It'll eventually hurt you much more if I don't end it now."
"But... why...? We were doing so well..."
"No. I've ruined everything already. But you don't have to know more than that simple fact."
The guilt twisted his heart, knowing that he have wasted the love a girl like her could have spent on someone actually meant for her. Because he'll never be meant for anyone other than you. Just you, only you, always you.
Before she could even begin to summarize the true meaning of his words and come up with a response, Rafe decided to stand up right away, placing enough bill on the table to at least treat her well for the last chance he's able to, leaning down to press an apologetic peck on her cheek,
"I'm sorry." He mumbled against her skin one last time before walking away, refusing to stick around and watch the first tear roll down her cheek, "I'm no good."
There was only one woman able to truly occupy his mind all to herself. That woman will never not be you. No matter how hard he tried to push the thought of you aside, it's like your face was already carved permanently onto his brain anyways. A sickening curse, or at least he thought so. Perhaps it was a blessing after all, opening his eyes about the blind-love relationship he was in.
It was only a month since that night when you put him in his rightful place; under you.
That single month consisted 30 days of Rafe Cameron being haunted repeatedly by someone not even dead, as ridiculous as that may sound. 30 days of Rafe Cameron learning how so fucking flawed he is, learning that he will never be perfect nor complete, always dragged by every little idiotic mistake he made up till this point as he drives his truck over to the one place he never thought he used to feel more at home in, instead of Tannyhill.
He figured that being perfect was just impossible, no matter how much one tries to cover up a mistake. The closest thing to feeling the bliss of perfection was just to be with you. His soul would never feel completed without yours.
"Shit..." Rafe let out a long breath as he walk up to your doorstep, a lump in his throat that he just couldn't swallow, just like he couldn't learn to swallow away the mistakes of his past, "Right... Here goes everything..."
His knuckles barely brushed the wooden surface of the door before the door opened right away, revealing your fucking gorgeous figure standing in the doorway, raising an eyebrow and tilting your head to the side in that judging way you always do. Oh god, he missed you
Rafe stood there with his fist still hanging in the air, "...Hi." He let out hesitantly, not even trying to cover up the way his eyes roam the features of your face that he wish he could've trace with his fingers instead of just his gaze.
You found yourself leaning against the doorframe of your front door, eyeing him up and down as a tired sigh managed to escape you, as if you were already drained out from just being near his presence.
"What can I do for you this time, Cameron?" You ask, clicking your tongue, "Want me to suck your dick again because your prissy girlfriend wouldn't?"
He couldn't help but scoff, always finding himself amused yet annoyed by your absolutely unbearable sassy mouth that always have been able to rile him up so easily. "Not my girlfriend."
You snorted, "Let me guess, engaged?"
"Broke up."
Hearing his answer, you paused and looked at him in surprise, eyes searching for any signs whether he's lying or not, carefully scanning him. But it was clear as daylight in his low, quiet voice that he have in fact broken up with that girl.
Without waiting for you to say another word, he stepped forward just once, a step right outside your door. "Can we... talk?" He gruffly mumbled, as if embarrassed by the question he asked, even more when he added, "Inside?"
Those were the three words you were convinced Rafe Cameron would never use, especially to you. Those three simple words usually indicates mature and resolving conversation, something you doubt the two of you could even have.
"Better make it worth my time."
"I will. I promise."
And once again, Rafe Cameron have caught you off guard. He was never the type to simply say "I promise", at least as far as you knew. What else have changed?
So soon enough, you found yourself sitting across Rafe in your living room, you on your couch and he on an armchair. The sight was so familiar yet so strange at the same time. You didn't even think a word would be spoken again between the two of you after that night.
Rafe let out a small breath, one that may sound like a frustrated breath to you but truly a nervous breath to him. "So... I've been thinking about-"
"Thinking? That's new." You snorted.
He scowled at you, rolling his eyes, "Can I just speak for once?" He grunted, hands running through his hair messily, hinting more and more on how nervous he truly felt at the moment, heart pounding at his chest.
When your lips stayed sealed and silent, he took it as a green light to continue speaking, shoving inside his pocket to stop his fingers from fiddling with his ring, "23 minutes." He blurted out, "That's how long I've been single. That's how long it's been since I left her." He said, eyes never once leaving yours. "And I'm fucking telling you, it was you that was on my mind. Fuck, even before I broke up with her."
His words of confession, as sudden as they sound, they also sound terrifyingly raw and genuine. Like it came straight from the deepest pit of his mysterious heart. Somehow, it scared you to death. Perhaps because you've been so sure that you were never gonna fall back into his arms, which you'll never let go of once you melt into them.
"Yeah? That so?" You scoffed out, tilting your chin up as if to intimidate him, "What am I supposed to do with that information?"
Rafe stared at you with his eyebrows raised, lips parted. He was expecting a different reaction. One that'd show that maybe there's still an ounce of care deep inside the heart he knew he broke when he carelessly replaced you with her. "What are you- Jesus fucking Christ, I'm trying to tell you how I feel! Spill my soul out or however that saying goes!"
And yet you sat still, holding your own emotions back too good that he almost thought there were barely any feelings left behind your eyes as you stared back at him quietly yet so gorgeously.
"Answer me! Shout at me!" He raised his voice, standing up from the armchair, "Tell me, for fuck's sakes, why do you keep haunting every move I make?! Why do I see you in every corner I glance at?! Why do I need you so bad?!" His hands are back to his hair now, fingers gripping the strands tightly this time, breathing roughly and stepping over to the couch, hoovering above you.
Rafe Cameron might be one big asshole, but damnit he'll never lose the ability to make your heartbeat race even just a bit.
"You tell me, Rafe." You answered, leaning back on the couch, "Does it make sense to miss something you threw away carelessly for a walmart version of the same thing?"
"No! Shit, I know what I did, okay?!"
"So you were aware of the decision you made, right? You did it all with a clear head?"
His hands now drag down his face frustratingly, groaning. "I can never do or say anything right, can I?" He grumbled, "Are you even listening to me? Can't you tell that the truth is being bared right in front of you?" He asked while throwing his arms around, narrowing his eyes which were filled with so much anger and desperation towards you.
That flicked off the last bit of self-control you had left, now standing up as well. "How am I supposed to tell if all you ever done to me were lie, lie, and lie?!" Your voice finally raised as well.
That, somehow, made Rafe let out a breath of relief, letting him know that you, at some point, still cared enough to be riled up over the bad memories. "I never lied." He say, voice low, "I replaced you like an idiot, sure, but I never lied during our time together."
"Then how would I know you're not lying now?"
Then, without hesitation, he grabbed one of your hands and led it to press and lay flat against his chest, specifically where his heart is, his own bigger hands covering over yours. In which underneath your palm, you felt his heartbeat thud fast and hard, the silence also allowing you realize he have been breathing roughly, as if he had been running a marathon.
When your eyes flickered up back to his, you see his glassy blue eyes. Looking at you, tracing your features intently with dilated pupils.
"Please." He breathed, "I fucking love you."
Your eyes opened wide, taken aback as his voice just let out the one sentence you didn't think he'd even remember what the meaning is.
"I'm a rich stupid asshole who have all the money in North Carolina to get anything I want." He blurted out, "Well right now, I only want one thing that I can never be good enough to have, but I'm telling you– shit, begging you, to let me learn." Both of his hands held your hand tighter, gripping so tightly as if he was afraid you'd slip right through his fingers. "Let me learn how to be a man. To be your man."
For awhile, there was only silence between the two of you. Two lost souls that have only known rage and hatred blindly for too long, forgetting to look for the right path– which would only lead them to each other again. For only in his arms would she find home, and in hers only would he melt like putty.
Leaning closer than you already were, your lips captured his in a soft, gentle kiss. Your lips pressing against his so carefully as if you'd ruin this right away if you let go of your need for him completely.
But Rafe Cameron was a difficult and wild man. Loving him was meant to be one leap of faith.
The moment Rafe's hands held your cheeks, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck while he leaned down to deepen the kiss. "You don't know how badly I need you," He mumbled against your lips, his own lips trailing wet kisses around your face, making sure every inch of you know just how much he loves you, "I can't sleep without thinking of—"
"Fuck's sake, just shut up and prove it to me."
You sighed against his cheek, heart jumping when you heard his rough, breathless chuckle as he slowly led you to rest on the couch, laying you flat on your back.
And even when he felt like his cheeks were burning, he still had the time to give you a cheeky grin, "Impatient?" He asked while his lips were on your neck, painting red, loving marks on your skin while his hands roamed through your body.
Soft, pleasure-filled noises were pulled out of your throat, the feeling of his hands were already hypnotizing enough, barely making out the fact that he had pulled your shirt off your head. "Once a jerk, always will be a jerk, hmm?" You grumbled.
"Yeah? Well, this jerk's in love with you." Rafe softly spoke, lips now trailing more kisses down your body, from your chest, your stomach, and down to where the waistband of your pants is, "May I?" He oddly enough asked politely, almost careful with your body as if you were made of fine china.
You nodded, needing not a single second to think about your answer, even whispering back a "please?"
A gentle smile rested on his lips while his fingers hooked themselved into the waistband of both your pants and panties, pulling them both down at once, revealing your soaked and eager cunt.
"Oh god..." He groaned quietly, laying a kiss on your inner thigh before heading straight for your heat.
Unlike the way you remembered him, he was strangely cautious and tender with his mouth. However, it didn't change a thing about how good his tongue works on you, flicking your clit just at the right pace and passionately mouthing at your pussy, the sound of his desperate grunts muffled by your cunt and sending vibrations up your body.
"Rafe..." You managed to let out in a whimper, fingers tangled in the mess of his hair, gripping and pulling at strands without even considering how it'll only make him groan even louder against your cunt.
You could feel his slick tongue sliding in and out of the entrance of your pussy, hungry and yearning. All Rafe ever wanted was to taste you on his lips again, for your sweet release to wash away the taste of her that still lingered bitterly on his lips. As much as you could explain, he was quite literally making out with your pussy, holding both your ass-cheeks in both of his palms while he only dunk his head deeper in-between your legs that have now trapped his head tightly between them.
Feeling high as you grind against his tongue, your back arched while your head was throwned back against the pillows you had on the couch. Your legs were locking his head in even tighter from the escalating pleasure, it barely came to mind how terribly difficult it must be for him to breathe at the moment.
Rafe soon leaned back to catch his breath, shooting you a toothy grin along with a rough chuckle, yet it was all love and surrenderness in his eyes. "Let go for me, would you?" He asked quietly, "Please just let me taste you." His tongue swept over his bottom lip right before he dived right back into your pussy, lapping at your soaked slit even faster now.
"Fuck!" You moaned, pulling at his strands even harder now to the point there weren't much space left between his face and your heat, nose mushed against your sensitive clit, "Rafe please..." you gasped out, breath ragged and hitched while mindlessly mumbling, "more, more, more..."
And so he did. He gave you more than you could ever imagine. He lapped at your folds, sucked on your clit, and ate you out like a mad man who have suffered from great starvation and thirst in a desert, yearning for you, the oasis that will keep him alive with all the he needs.
He kept on going till you came undone right on his tongue, still grinding against his face while louder moans were escaping your lips. You could hear the sound of Rafe slurping up the juices that was still oozing out of your cunt, not letting a single drop go to waste.
"God, you're so perfect..." He breathed, the back of his hand coming up to wipe away the mess you've made on his mouth, "You're all I ever needed... I know that for sure now..." he mumbled as he took off his shirt before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss again.
This time, the kiss became sloppy and messy, his tongue numb and still haunted by the taste of your sweet release. Both of you were already breathless just from him eating you out, panting and moaning into each other's mouths, hands exploring each other's body like treasure maps. It all felt so familiar, so right.
Those fingers of yours grip onto his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it away to the floor of your living room, "I'll never ever let you think anyone else can have you..." You sighed as you press kisses onto his chest, trying to repay what he had done for you just a second ago, "Let me..."
Yet the moment your fingers tug on his waistband, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you all of a sudden. You look up at him, hazy eyes widening in panic, wondering why he stopped you– wondering if he changed his mind.
Rafe shook his head, forehead coming down to rest on your own. His eyes never once left your own, not even when he gently lay you back down on his back. "Not today, okay?" He whispered quietly, "Let me make you feel good... Let me worship you..." He cooed, pecking the palm of your hand before pinning them up above your head with one hand, his other hand busy with the task of taking off his pants, his eager cock awaiting to be set free from the prison-like boxers and jeans.
The whole living room already felt like it was boiling, filled with heat and intimacy. It only got hotter when Rafe leaned down, body laying ontop of yours just lightly, lips beside your ear as he whispered with a kiss to your earlobe, "Just lay there and be gorgeous for me, please? I just need to let you feel my love."
You nodded wordlessly, still catching your breath. Your mind was fogged, the only thing you could think of was Rafe; his blue, vulnerable eyes. His now messy hair. The little groans he'd let out. His bricked up length that you've stolen glances at, your entrance already calling for him to fill you up already.
Then, with his hand guiding the tip, his dick was finally pushed through your folds and into the warmth of your pussy.
"Ah shit, baby..." Rafe groaned, eyebrows creased in pure delight of the feeling of you wrapped around his length yet again.
The hand he used to pin yours above your head finally let go, giving you the freedom to touch him however and wherever you wanted, in which one of your hands went to thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and hold onto his back with your other one.
His thrusts started out gentle and painfully slow, taking his time to memorize the way your walls would clench around his girthy length, savoring the feeling and the reactions you've given him. Once he became impatient enough, he pulled out just enough before thrusting his full length all the way back into you, pulling loud, satisfied moans from both of you.
"Gosh, Rafe..." you whined, back arching and pulling him closer to you. Your legs now wrapped around his hips, silently encouraging him to thrust deeper into you. "Don't... don't stop..."
Those hips of his moved faster as the seconds pass by, his breathing loud and ragged in your ear, arms around your waist tightly while helping you move your hips against his. "I can never stop, baby, never..." he groaned, palm moving to hold your hips and thrust even harder.
Your living room was anything but quiet now, filled with a harmony between your united moans, the tiny noises coming from your couch due to all the movements, and the sound of skins meeting roughly each time his hips meet yours.
As if it couldn't get anymore better, one of Rafe's hands slid between the two of you, fingers finding your still sensitive clit from the previous orgasm. He rubbed rough circles onto the sensitive bud recklessly, enjoying the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a louder and breathier moan escaped your lips.
The pleasure was only escalating more and more, you barely even realized that you had dragged your nails down Rafe's back till he let out a loud groan into your neck.
"I love you." You blurted out, gasping when he slammed his cock deep in you, hitting all the right spots.
He leaned closer into you, arms now back around your waist to truly hold you instead of just your hips. "You do?" He asked, blue eyes begging you to say yes.
So tender with his words and gaze yet so mean with the way he thrust into you mercilessly.
"I do, Rafe... f-fuck!" You moaned, "I love you!"
"I love you so much more, baby." He grunted, lips attaching themselves onto yours, muffling the moans from both of you as you both feel that familiar tingly feeling rushing through your bodies. "So close, so close.." he mumured into your mouth.
"Please cum with me..." you had whined.
Then, with just a few more thrusts, Rafe shoved his cock deep into your pussy, his lips parting with a short hitched breath. You could feel his load being shot right into you along with your own orgasm crashing at the same time, back arching off your couch to the point your chest and his were pressed together, both hands greedy with each other's bodies while your mixed fluids now leak slowly between your bodies and pooling onto the fabric of the couch.
"Shit..." you whined, face red and eyes droopy, "You're cleaning my couch right after this..." you say softly, grinning just weakly.
Rafe managed to let out a small chuckle, breathless and humming as he carefully pull his length out of your hole, his body now resting completely ontop of you, head on your chest just like the way he loved it.
"I'd do anything for you." He whispered, looking up at you and brushing your hair away from your face, "I'll never make the same mistake as I did back then. I promise."
Your eyes softened, almost forgetting about the whole point of this, "I think we'll make it work this time, Rafe..." you quietly responded.
He shook his head, taking your hand and pressing kisses onto your knuckles. "I know we'll make it work." He said, confident and sure. "We'll learn together. Every mistake I make will be yours to correct. Every fury you feel will be mine to soothe."
Rafe placed your hand above his heartbeat once more, which still pounded slightly fast against his chest. Yet it was all you needed to listen to to learn how love sounded like.
