꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: “you would be a fun night for sure” . ꒱
tags: p in v unprotected, jack talking dirty helllooooo, fucking your boss, just porn lol
a/n: this come from a comment in a tiktok lol! also a line from his quinn audio made a cameo, lets see if any of you catch it...not proofread at all. sorry if this is sloppy im sick...
it starts off with a tipsy comment from your part when some of the night and day shift go out for drinks.
“you would be a fun night for sure.”
its a stupid comment that you should never say to your attending. not if you dont want to get fired. but jack would never fire you, he cant get enough of you. probably why you and him are cooped up in the corner of the booth everyone else is in, his shoulders pressed awfully close against yours and your faces dangerously close as well.
he doesn't speak for a moment, simply stares at you. that stare that makes you want to crawl inside your skin. you're afraid he might of been put off by it, grossed out that a girl more than ten years younger than him, a girl who's under his wing, sees him that way.
but he doesn't lean away, instead, that stupidly hot grin of his starts forming, raising his hand up to take a sip of his beer, but not before muttering; “want to test it out?”
so now here you are, in jack abbot's house, your bosses house. being eaten out against the door. your dress is hitched up to your hips, purse thrown on the floor while he's on his knees—which is definitely not good on his knee—with his nose and mouth deep in your pussy.
he just couldn't wait till you guys got to his room, he's been needing to have a taste of you. and you didn't disappoint at all. as sweet and tasty as he's imagined every night in his bed with his cock in his hand. he really can't believe he's finally tasting you.
“jackkk!” you mewl, hips bucking against his face as your hands tug on his curls. “so good..so fuckin' good baby.” you can hear and feel him say against you. the vibrations almost sending you over the edge. and when he finally pulls away? you whine, chest heaving as you watch him straighten up. “come on lets go to bed..” he grabs your waist, guiding you around his house to his bedroom. internally cussing himself out for not being able to carry you, but he doesn't exactly trust his prosthetic, not after putting a strain on it.
once inside his room, he presses his lips against you. allowing you to taste yourself in his tongue. your hands go up and down his chest, feeling his hard muscles and his tummy. “jack...” you moan out, being awfully needy.
but how you could you not? the same guy that you been fantasizing about since you joined the pitt. “i know sweetheart i know...” he coos into your mouth, gently placing you down on the bed, his thick fingers working on your back to take your zipper down.
you shiver, hands clenching around his biceps. he works slowly, painstakingly so to take your dress off, his eyes trailing up and down your body. once the dress is on the floor, he pulls away to take his shirt and pants off.
you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. he's so big, thick. you can see his print in his grey boxers. it makes you so weak. he crawls over you, his broad frame covering you almost completely as you wrap your arms around his neck. “ill show you a good night.” he whispers, smirking while placing wet kisses on your jaw and down to your chest.
he doesn't really bother getting you prepared, he did that minutes ago against the door. he simply takes his cock out of his boxers, slapping his tip against your clit. the rush of pride he feels when hearing your tiny gasps is a bit pathetic. but he continues, prodding your entrance with his tip.
“jackieee please please-” you whine, tugging at his hair again. god, you're making him discover new things about himself with the way he gets harder each time u tug at his hair. “stop being such a fuckin' tease..”
he smirks even more, one hand next to your head, gripping the bed sheets. “you dont have to beg me to fuck you,” he slams into you, burying his face into your neck. “im going to.” you gasp against his shoulder, nails clawing at his back. his pace is relentless from the start, working his mouth against your neck while pounding into you.
if you werent already dumb down by his cock, you would think you're in heaven with the way he's moaning, whimpering and groaning into your ear. it doesn't help that he's incredibly warm, so you're actively going limp in his arms while he fucks you.
“god sweetheart im so–” he lifts his head up, rough hand wrapping around your neck. you moan louder, eyes rolling back. a breathless laugh escapes his lips, dropping his head back beside your head. “you're so fucking tight baby. i can feel you squeezing me.”
you moan in response, hands leaving his back to wrap around his wrist. “you want my cock that bad, baby? tell me how bad you want it.” he's talking so filthy, he's never talked like that. not with his wife (may she rest in peace) or with the random girls he hooked up with after his wife's passing.
you babble, you fucking babble because you're so fucked out. “dirty girl...” he breathes against your cheek, face smooshed against yours. he's sloppy now, chasing your and his orgasm while trying to keep his composure enough to keep talking to you. “squeezing my cock like a good girl. such a good girl, my girl.”
he groans, unwrapping his hand around your neck to pull you closer into his arms. your face smooshing against his chest for him to be able to hold you as he pleases. "i can feel you squeezing me. you're close, arent you baby?”
you nod helplessly against his chest, nails digging into his sides as your moans turn muffled against his chest. “come with me, together.” with one final, sloppy thrust, you both come. the room is filled with whimpers from both of you, the bed stops creaking as he peppers kisses against yours forehead.
“you did so good, so good sweetheart.” he whispers against your forehead, slowly pulling out of you. his seed spills out of you, his fingers scooping it up to put it back inside. “you took me so well.” he continues praising you, causing you to smile. although very weakly.
you're both lucky you're on the pill, with how much he released into you you're sure you could've gotten pregnant immediately. he raises his head, rough, clammy hand brushing your hair out of your face. “dont get soft on me, old man.” you let out weakly, trying to regain energy.
“soft on you?” he says roughly, spreading your legs again, hooking them over his shoulders. “i told you ill show you a fun night, didnt i?” he leans down, causing you to whimper.
꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: eating you out while you're on your period. ꒱
TW: this one is really filthy, atleast the filthiest i've written... blood play(?), blood kink, period blood, oral (f receiving) jack being lowk a perv, but a loving one!
you hated your period.
it was...disgusting. it made you easily irritable, incredibly sensitive. and the worst part? you were a heavy flow girl. you couldn't go a period without staining atleast 2 pairs of panties and shorts.
you tried to find the beauty of it, to appreciate that it meant your body was working beautifully, the way it was intended to do so. but every time you wiped and saw red, it ruined your whole week.
jack also hated your period, but for different reasons. he wasnt a stranger to blood, he didnt budge at the smell of it, or even at the sight you so tried to hide of you accidentally staining the sheets. he hated it because you put your pussy on lockdown for an entire two weeks.
you claimed it was,“probably disgusting for you to see me like that.” as if you didnt know all the blood he's seen, all the blood that has been smothered on his body.
he had to fix this!
he couldn't let his girls go another day without getting touched, more less getting soothed.
“jack i really dont think we should do this.”
you were sitting on the middle of the bed, two towels layered under you while jack adjusted himself in a good position to be able to eat you out without putting too much strain on his prosthetic.
“please sweetheart. i wouldnt be begging so much if i didn't want to.”
that relaxed you a bit. also, the fact that in your years of dating multiple boys, not men, boys, some of them refused to eat you out in general.
and here is jack, such a gentleman, such a filthy old man begging to eat you out while you're on your period.
“f-fine. just-” you leaned back, spreading your legs shyly while grabbing a pillow to bury your face in. he wants to yank it out of your face. he wants to see your sweet face while you come apart from his tongue dammit.
but he's kind enough to let this pass, knowing that you're way past your comfort zone. “just relax, okay baby? it'll be like always.” as if he cant spell the tinge of iron coming from your pussy. he peels your panties off, ignoring the pad stuck on it.
he smiles at the sight of you, so open, so vulnerable. so his.
it starts with tiny little sucks and licks. giving you enough time to tell him to stop. and when you dont, he indulges himself and starts going more firmer. the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance, moaning softly against your pussy at the taste of your juices paired with your blood.
you're clean shaven, something you always do whenever you get your period because its less of a mess. but you can feel everything. the feeling of his tongue flattening at your folds, his prickly scruff stimulating at your clit.
“jack...” a tiny whimper slips out, already throwing the pillow away to be able to grip his curls. “jack keep going im so so close-” apparently being on your period makes you extra sensitive down there too. he continues working, incredibly loud wet noises filling the room, paired with soft grunts coming from him as you tug at his hair.
sitting up slightly, you buckle your hips against his face, watching as your blood smears on his face even more. its so sexy, almost as if you were claiming him. it was your blood on his face, your blood that he's slurping right now.
“fuck fuck im-” you babble, eyes rolling back as you arch your back. thighs locking around his head to keep him in place. you dont even notice how his big, rough hands gripping your thighs as you go over the edge. your body goes limp, hips twitching as you come all over his tongue.
he pulls away, giving your puffy clit gentle pats while using one of the towels to wipe all the blood off his face. “see baby? it was so so good.” he coos, giving your trembling lips a soft peck, pressing his hands down on your hips to keep you from trembling too much. “lets go another round, yeah?” all you hear is the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor before his big frame looms over you.
꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: you complaining about him losing weight.꒱
jack has always been stubby.
everything about him is thick. legs, arms, neck, tummy, dick. he was like hard squishy that you just couldn't help sinking your teeth in.
specially during sex. your favorite position was missionary. it meant having his thick arms caging you down, his tummy pressing against yours as your nails digged into his beefy shoulders. that feeling alone was enough to bring you to an euphoric orgasm.
but lately, you been starting to feel less tummy and more hard muscle. you loved his tummy! you would lay your head on it, dig your nails into it while riding him.
maybe it was the lack of eating, or maybe the increase of swat shifts he's been taking. whatever it is, you didnt like it. you loved chubby jack, loved his dad bod.
“jeez, im full.” he groaned as he stood up from the couch, gently pushing your legs off his thighs. “what?” you frowned, grabbing onto his hand. “you didnt finish it, jack.” you pulled him back down, shifting so were sitting on his lap.
“yeah but im-” “let me feed you.”
his eyebrows quirked at the sudden shift in position. he also didnt miss the way your hand rested against his now more flatter tummy. but he knew better than to deny you, specially since you looked so cute wanting to take care of him.
unbeknownst to him, you weren't doing it because you were concerned about him not eating. well kinda, but your main concern was getting his tummy back! so, he sits through 30 minutes of you feeding him, your hand against his cheek. which are more hollow now.
its not that he doesn't look good, he really does. but he doesn't look like your jack. your stubby jack. even his fingers are losing their girth. its not an obvious change, but its kind of impossible not to notice when you've had them inside of you several of times.
“what's up with you today?” he says inbetween chews, rough hands running up and down your back, eventually settling on the swell of your hips.
you look down for a moment, looking almost shy. you didnt want to make him feel self conscious, but his body changing did upset you a bit. “i dunno, i just *feel* you getting skinnier.” you whisper, setting the plate down on the couch.
his eyebrows furrow in confusion, head tilting like a confused puppy. “i mean i love how you look baby, so sexy!” you reaffirm, slightly nervous. “but-but-” you let out a sigh, running your hands through his curls more for your comfort than for his. “you're not...chubby anymore.”
you're so caught up in your own yours you dont realize he's smiling down at you, one of his broad hands going up to your head to pull it down to his chest. you melt immediately, cheek pressing against one if his pecks. he's so hard and broad, but yet again, you miss the slight curve of his tummy pressing against you.
“so you're upset because im getting skinnier?” he chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “i guess so...it sounds bad when you put it like that.” you mumble, gently curling your fingers at his biceps that are holding you in place.
“i thought you would enjoy it, you know, me getting in shape.” he says softly, honestly. and it break your heart thinking that he's probably been feeling self conscious about his body, damn you for not showing him how much you love his stubby self!
“what?” you gasp, shaking your head. “baby you're already so perfect.” you insist, lifting your head up to look at him. “you're so sexy, jack. you dont need to be in shape, you already were.” your last words sound more earnest, it makes him feel better.
“i love your body, and i loved it before you started working out.” you mumble again, kissing his cheek. his scruff scratching your lips. “you better have not been starving yourself jack abbot.” you say more sternly, pinching his cheek.
“i swear, i havent. just been working out more.” he flexes his arm, his bicep looking extra biteable. but even then it doesn't satisfy you. jack sighs, cupping your cheek. “give me a couple of weeks, ill stuff my mouth with grease and junk.” he whispers, smirks as he pulls you closer to him. his cock chubbing in his jeans. “and you... your tummy will be full aswell. full of life, then we'll both be big and fat.”
you gasp, slapping his shoulder. “jackie stopp...” you whine, yet you dont pull away. the imagine does sound appealing. getting his tummy back while you being full of life. “i guess it doesn't sound so bad.” you mumble after a beat, arms wrapping around his neck.
“we can sort things out, i guess.” he grins at yours words. he can already imagine you, your tummy big and round, all swollen for him. “yeah? lets make that happen today, hm? we'll both have 9 months to fatten up.”
summary: where a heated game of chase with rafe turns real.
tags: cussing, chasing kink (?), kidnapping, insinuating of sexual activity, drugging.

it was weird.
how being with rafe made you realize weird things about yourself.
like how you loved being babied, or how you loved being held like a baby in his arms. or how you liked being chased.
it started as a joke, you were in his room, watching tiktoks while he ran his hands up and down your hip, occasionally ticking you. it was one of those days where the house was alone, just you and rafe in the cameron's house.
you had already asked rafe to stop tickling you. you considered it a form of torture. especially since he never stopped when you said no! so to get back at him, you suddenly bolted away from him. stumbling a bit on the stairs. you thought you had the head start, that he was going to have to chase you.
but in less than a minute you felt strong arms wrapping around your torso and picking you up. did he fuck you after that? yes...was it the best sex you had yet? absolutely.
it happened again at a party. you wanted to stay longer, to drink till you blacked out! but he was a partypooper and decided to head home. but with you. naturally, you whined, pouted and even stomped your feet like a little girl. and when he threatened to pick you up and take you to his truck, you did it again; you ran.
obviously you didnt last even a second before he picked you up again. and ofcourse, you did get fucked in the back of his truck. and again when you both got home. and again and again and again.
you assumed it was the adrenaline, the rush of running from a big man like rafe. getting chased and thrown and manhandled weirdly turned you on.
it turned into a little game between you too.
“im going to give you 30 seconds to get back here before i-” and before he could finish his sentence you had blasted past him, out of the house and into the woods. the sun was about to set, you were in a sundress and kitten heels yet still, you were pretty fast.
recognizing this little antic of yours, rafe gave you about 30 seconds before he was running after you. because even if rafe denies it, this little game of cat and mouse helped him. not only did it intensify an already very active sex life between you two, but it was also an outlet to release all his pent up rage that he had accumulated from his dad and the outside world.
you were so cute, thinking you could easily get away from him. you were oblivious of the fact that rafe was already near, your body flinched when your heel accidentally snapped a branch. ”shi-”
“boo.” he deadpanned behind you, big, bulging and arms wrapping around the back of your thighs to haul you up like a sack of potatoes. you didnt argue, just a small pout adorned your lips. it did make you feel better how he was out of breath though. it showed that you were getting better at the game.
fast forward to now.
today it was different, things were more serious, more tense. you knew rafe was...not exactly okay. he was broken, a little bit demented. you realized that when he killed a cop, when he drowned sarah, but it's all hitting you more when he's pushing you down the stairs against your will.
he's been repeating something about a boat, a cross, about a better life.
“let me go!” you cried into his palm, clawing at his forearm as he adjusted his grip to make your screams more muffled. “shut up. shut up shut up shut up.” he let you go abruptly, causing you to fall to your knees. a loud sob ripped through your lips. chest heaving as your hurriedly pulled yourself up and ran out of the house.
this time it wasnt a game, it was real. you could hear sarah scream in one of the closets, paired with rose telling her that it'll be okay. you needed to get out of here, fast. you dont know how long you ran, you just know your bare feet are bleeding.
it was futile, you knew that. rafe was probably behind you, probably beraly getting out of the house because he knows no matter what, he would find you.
“mm..” you let out a whimper,looking around, hoping to see any lights. but all you saw was dark, then you felt him behind you. a napkin being pressed against your nose, your nails dug harshly into his arm again as you kicked the air. “you'll understand. this is for us, baby. for us.” he whispered into your hair, his chest heaving erratically as your slowly went limp in his arms.
as he walked back to the house, rose was already placing sarah's unconscious body in the backseat. “everything okay?” he asked tightly, watching as he cradled you in his arms. slightly wincing at your cut up feet. “she'll be okay.” he whispered, sitting down next to sarah, your body still cocooned in his arms as he pressed delicate pecks against your cheek.
“ready?” rose mumbled as she sat in the driver's seat, giving a very scared wheezie a small smile before she looked back to check on rafe.
“just drive.” he mumbled roughly, his lips pressed against your hairline.
“she'll be okay.” rose echoes his previous statement, “she'll understand once she sees what we have on store for us.”
rafe smiles a bit for the first time that day. you'll understand, you'll learn to forgive him and he'll learn to give you the life you deserve outside of the outerbanks.
A/N: dairy of a whimpy kid, mean girls AND jennifers body crossover?!?? bold slanted paragraps are flashbacks! idk how i feel about this.... i really think i need to work on making her dumber.
SUMMARY: after a couple weeks of getting...close, regina finally says something. and you dont stay quiet.
REQUEST: “What about when karen smith reader and nerd Rafe finally start dating? They keep it a secret for a little and she realizes she really loves him and vice versa, and then regina finds out and is like ew, but reader doesn’t have it and stands up for him!!”
you and rafe have been getting...close! you slept with him once. or twice...or thrice...
“i-i never done this.” he whispered as you got ontop of him, your pink acrylic nails digging into his biceps. he was hiding a lot under his shirt. and pants. “it's okay.” you smiled at him reassuringly, softly grinding on him. your pink panties growing wetter at the minute. “ill guide you...”
after that things heated up pretty quickly.
“f-fuck!” he whimpered, throwing his head back as you bopped your head up and down on his cock. tears were streaming down your eyes, his cock was filling your whole mouth up!
and it happened again.
“i dont think we should-” “shhh..” you giggle, locking the janitors closet, your pretty nails dragging down his pants. “it'll be quick.”
and again.
“rafe oh my-” your face was pressed against his pillow, his hips were moving faster and rougher than usual. it was as if he was desperate to have you. “baby..” he whines, burying his face into your shoulder blades.
until it all came crashing down.
“see you later.” you depart from rafe after your chemistry class, waving at him. the moment you turn around, regina is right in your face. “what was that? who was that.” her eyes narrow at you, nodding at rafe. “uh what-”
your relationship with regina was complicated. you been friends since little kids, and now she's the "queen bee" and you were one of the dumbasses following behind her like a puppy. you didnt feel that way before, you loved regina. she was your friend, best friend. she would never talk bad about you. but now, after hanging out with rafe, and now making your life revolve around her so much?
you realized you weren't really yourself around her.
but you didnt have the balls to stand up to her. so you just shook your head and smiled. "oh, he was just giving me the chemistry answers. ya want them?" you hummed, cheerfully shoving the paper into her chest before pulling her along.
after that you avoided rafe.
not because you were embarrassed, regina was the one that cared about statuses more. but because you didnt know how you would react when regina would inevitably talk bad about him.
and later that day, when she saw rafe talking with rodrick at lunch, she ofcourse had to say something. “look at them...losers.” she smiled to herself, gretchen giggled as they continued talking bad about rodrick and rafe. you stayed quiet until you heard, “i heard rafe's parents were poor. no wonder he doesn't have any friends.”
(which was a total lie because you been at his house and you know his parents are rich)
that made you slam your plate down on the table. it made everyone in the cafeteria turn to look at your table. “do you do anything but talk bad about people?” you shouted, eyes narrowing. regina's eyes widened. you were never one to stand up for yourself...you were kind of a bubble head.
so seeing you so...aware? was kind of scary. “all you both do is talk bad about people when they have been nothing but kind to you!” you stood up, looking away from the dropped jaws of regina and gretchen.
“and regina...just because rodrick turned you down, it doesn't mean you get to let your anger out on rafe.” there were a few gasps, a couple snickers coming from rodricks and rafe's table aswell. “oh and gretchen, you deciding to piggy back off on that, as if you weren't boning coling gray is pretty hypocritical.”gretched gasped, playing it off with a laugh. “i dont know what you're talking about.”
you turned to rafe before walking out the cafeteria. your kitten heels clicking against the floor. rafe simply stares, only to be shoved out of the table by rodrick. “go get her dude!” rodrick urged, smirking at him.
he stumbled out the cafeteria, quickly catching up to you. his hands go to your cheeks, smiling softly. “hey, that was-”
“stupid. it was pretty stupid.” you cut in, whimpering.
god, you were crying. he didnt know how to react to your quivering glossy lips and trembling hands. so he simply held you close. “no it was brave. nobody in the school has ever stood up to regina. you're so so brave.” you whimper against his chest, gently digging your nails into his back.
it was a bit scary seeing your usual bubbly, oblivious self turn into putty in his arms. well in a situation like this, he's pretty used to seeing you fall apart in his bed.
“h-hey," he stutters, hesitating before cupping your cheeks. his knees almsot buckle at the sight of you. “dont cry, you'll ruin your pretty makeup.” you giggle at that, nodding before straightening up. you try to stop crying, but his comfort only makes you feel more vulnerable.
“rafey..” you whine, burrowing your face into his neck. rafe sighs, before turning towards the sound of the cafeteria doors opening. rodrick and colin walk out, and rafe makes sure he keeps your head against his neck. “we're ditching the last 2 periods, wanna come? she can come too.” rodrick nods towards you before looking at rafe expectantly.
rafe usually would say tho. he would say that he has algebra and that he cant miss that period. but how can he say no when you're crying in his arms!!
“come on,” he mumbles, his hand on your back as he guides you infront of him, following rodrick and colin out the school. once all 4 of you make it to the parking lot, you pout, blinking some of your tears away.
“where's your jeep?” you turn to look at rafe, who's looking at you with a sheepish expression. “oh sweetheart,” rafe doesn't answer, rodrick does. “there's no jeep.” he goes infront of a white van that has “LOADED DIAPER” painted on the side.
this is definitely better than being beside regina, right?
“baby?” you hum from the couch as rafe washes the dishes. you're snug as a bug. toes and nails freshly done, hair freshly blown out, in your cute victoria secret pijamas while sitting comfortably in your couch with a fluffy pillow cocooning you.
rafe hummed in acknowledgment, scrubbing on a cup. “whats up?” “i dont think i'll be able to pay the mortgage. sorry.”
he stops scrubbing. the hot water still running. you never pay, anything really. not because you are not capable, your old job payed you well. the same job that he made you quit because you didn't need it. you didn't need to worry about money, he had that handled.
he had you taken care of. in possibly every means possible. when he stops the water from running, wipes his hands with a towel and starts walking towards you, you tense up.
you expected him to laugh, or to roll his eyes. something humorous! but no...he looks almost mad, or sad? “bab-” he kneels beside you, gently cupping your face. “dont ever say that.”
you knew rafe was sensitive. he didnt exactly have a normal family. sometimes when he was expected to show any kind of emotion such as crying, he didnt. like when you both found out sarah didnt want rafe to be near her child, he didnt cry. he simply moved on with his day. but in moments like these, were you attempted to make a joke, he was trembling.
almost as if he was scared.
“dont ever worry about money or-” you shushed him, gently pushing his hands off your cheeks. “rafey, you're crying.” he was crying. little tears,but tears nonetheless. you gently grab his shirt, pulling him up so he can lay on you.
and he does, with all his big arms and broad shoulders, rafe cameron finds solace in your embrace. and it shows with the way he willingly melts his body into yours. how he buries his face into your shoulders, allowing you to drape the blanket over both of you. “it was just a silly joke,” you mumble, scratching his scalp.
“i know, i just dont want you to worry about anything like money while im here.” he whispers, lips brushing against your neck as he gently rubs your side.
you and rafe spend the rest of the day in the couch. whispering sweet words of comfort as he calms down.
maybe its time to pipe down on the tiktok trends for a while.
RAFE IN : "ASKING HUSBAND IF I CAN GET A BURGER INFRONT OF HIS FAMILY”
it was true that rafe was an insanely controlling person. or atleast he was, that was before he met you. but the change really showed when you both got married. he saw the way you trust him, the way you lean on him for everything.
that alone let his poor, cold heart to soften. and in turn, he eased on the controlling, he didn't overthink as much. sure he still had your location, still asked who you were going with whenever you went out without him. but something he would never, ever do? was controlling what you ate.
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it was a weekly cameron's bbq. your kids playing in the pook along with sarah's and john b's kid. the grown ups mingling together in a table. then came ward, “food's ready!” he exclaimed, bringing out meat, burgers, fries. everyone indulged on the food, even rafe. not you tho, you had something else in mind.
his hand rested on your thigh while he took a bite of the burger, humming softly. before he could ask why you weren't eating, you turned to look at him with a faux scared expression. “rafey?” you looked up at him, your tone both quiet, but loud enough where people around you could hear. “can i get a burger?”
rafe only raised his brows, sarah's eyes flickered to both of you. “uh, yeah? do you want me to get it for you?” he asked obliviously, already reaching for a burger. “no its fine, but, you know, since you said you wanted me to lose weight i just-”
rafe immediately cuts you off, his eyes narrowing. “i never said that.” he says roughly, it would be scary if you didnt know how to deal with it. “you can eat whatever you want, baby. dont say stupid shit like that.” rafe mumbles while grabbing a plate of burger and fries. making sure you have extra fries. “here, eat.”
you smile, your hand delicately gripping his forearm. “no fair, you weren't supposed to be nice about it.” you whine, gently kissing his cheek. he stays quiet, munching on the burger. sarah slightly relaxes, averting her attention back to john b. “just eat, baby. stop doing stupid shit like that.” he mumbles before pecking your lips.
“yes sir.” you giggle, taking a big bite of the burger. occasionally giving your kids a bite whenever they come to both of you breathless from playing tag. and at the end of the night, another burger appears in your plate. when you ask rafe about it, he simply shrugs and feeds you the burger.
“since you want burgers so bad.” he would mumble, taking another bite of the same burger.
A/N: idk what this is but being a sahw sounds good in this economy lmao. (this is incredibly self indulgent...)
MONEY
rafe is incredibly open with his money. you want to go shopping? use his card. dinner? on him. anything you want will always be on him. it went so far that he took out a card for you and puts money on it monthly.
if you're reluctant on spending his money, he full on gives you a pep talk as to why he should be the one spending money. as to why you should in no way shape or form spend money when he's right there.
CLOTHES
it depends.
he has no problem with you walking around naked in his house, he actually loves it. loves that you're comfortable enough around him (why wouldn't you be?) to be naked. but in public places he's still a bit stern.
not because he doesn't trust you, he knows you love him just s much as he loves you. its more of an overprotective tendency rather than anything. he doesn't want people to see you inappropriately, but sometimes, in the really bad days where both of you are out and you're wearing something that shows more cleavage or a tiny skirt, it gets really bad.
his twisted mind starts spiraling.
“she just wants attention.”
“no woman of yours should dress like that.”
he knows better than to take it out on you though. so he's discreet about covering you up. he claims you're cold, even if its really hot and drapes his coat over your shoulders. or he simply pulls you against him, sometimes covering all of you with his broad frame until he calms down.
FRIENDS / DRINKING
he's really strict with who you hang out with. he knows your friends are a really bad influence. taking you out during late nights, club hopping, he's even sure they have atleast once encouraged you to sneak around.
which then connects with the drinking he doesn't let you drink without him. you turn so giggly and social. you're unfortunately endearing when you're drunk, hugging, complimenting, sometimes even sleeping on anyone. he has to be there with you to take care of you.
your friends call it annoying, controlling. he calls it taking care of his wife. to make sure you dont do anything you'll regret the next day.
LABOR
he doesn't let you work. you haven't touched a job application since he wifed you up. just like money, he sees no reason as to why a sweet, delicate little person like you would need to work. and when you say you “want to help you out with the bills”, he laughs in your face and sends you money to go shopping.
it's a bit patronizing at first, but as the months pass you learn to live with it, to embrace it actually. now you're happier than ever.
FAMILY
you're not allowed to be around his family alone.
not after he caught sarah trying to cancel the wedding a day before. “you dont know what you're getting yourself into” she said, he waited to see your reaction before barging in. and when he saw your uncomfortable expression, he cut in and pulled you away. kissing your glossy lips and reassuring you that she didn't know what she was talking about.
now, in the rare occasions that you both visit his family, you're glued to his hip. not even letting you disappear his eye sight when sarah offers you to go out for coffee. and honestly, you wouldnt want it any other way. not when rose and ward are uncomfortably nice, while sarah and john b look at you like you're a lost puppy.
with your family though, he's so respectful.
your dad loves him, he knew he was the one when he shook rafe's hand the first time they met and his handshake was firm. “he's a real man.” your father would say after that night. your mom also loves him, probably because of how respectful and formal he is. and how he knows how to guide you, how he talks about you fondly. but in reality its mostly because, just like your father, they both have this “man of the house” way of thinking and carrying themselves in.
KIDS
he's planning on having them. really soon. he knows he wants little cubs, approximately 3, but 4 would be nice. he cant wait to see your belly full of his children. he would be lying if he said it didn't make him sentimental, having children with you. sometimes, late at night he places his hand in your tummy whe whispering his future plans with you.
whispering about how good of a mom you will be, how he cant wait to be a dad. how he cant wait to spend his life together with you and your kids. to finally build a family.
and if people think you're not happy. they're completely wrong. they dont know that you're right where you want to be, next to rafe.
A/N: idk if i should label this under sexist!rafe because its not really hardcore sexist (in my opinion) but its also not healthy(?) i think its more of a controlling or old school thing...please help!
tw : face fcking, power imbalance, age gap, uhhh i think thats it.
“ah, it's you again.”
you been visiting the ER more times than what a 23 year old should. sometimes its a headache, a knee injury, but really, almost all of the times is you wanting to see your favorite doctor.
Dr. Rafe Cameron.
the man responsible of allowing you past the full waiting and into a room where someone who actually needs medical help could occupy. “what is it, this time?” rafe needed to stop whatever this was. he was sure acting this way towards a patient, a patient that has no life threatening injuries nonetheless was extremely unprofessional.
but how could he ignore you when you looked at him with sad eyes and pouty lips. “my jaw hurts..” you mumble, gazing up at him while rubbing the side of your jaw. he sighs, ultimately pushing whatever nasty thoughts he had to actually tend to you. he cups your jaw, gently feeling the area. “open your mouth..." and when you do, he cant help but feel his scrubs feeling tighter. “then close it.”
he gulps, backing up. “well thankfully there's no popping, so it must be soreness.” “but-” “no buts, sweetheart. we been over this, you cant keep coming back.” you stare at him with a pout, fidgeting with your sleeves.
“i told you we would have our time when i got out of work.”
yeah. he had fallen for you the moment you came in, a year ago. you went through a car accident, he technically saved your life. and since then, well he's been hooked. he's too scared to ask you to be his girlfriend, but you're obviously more than a FWB. since then you been a regular patient in the ER, his patient. “i know but you take so long and i-”
“lay down, sweetheart.” rafe sighs, softly pushing you down on the bed before he goes to the room door and locking it. he closes the blinds before going up to you. “dirty girl... so impatient for me.” shivers run down your back, lips parting as you open them to speak. “shh. just relax, im a doctor, remember?” he says sarcastically. shifting you so your face is close to his waist. “i know what im doing.” once he brushes hair off your face, he pulls his scrubs down.
“so, your jaw's been hurting...” you nod, staring at his hands as they scoop his cock out. “it could be due to an act of stress.." he coos, smirking at how your eyes light up at the sight of his cock. “like in the morning, remember? or last night. or the day before th-“ “okay i get it...” you giggle, rolling your eyes. “so, what will you prescribe me, doctor cameron?”
“maybe a good mouth stuffing.." he proposes, eyes fluttering as you take matters into your own hands and take his tip into your mouth. “fuck, baby... we better hurry.” you whine against his cock, his hands caging your head as he thrusts his cock into your mouth at his pace.
“fuck..” he groans, his eyes shutting tightly as he fastens his pace. he's completely unaware of the mess you are. the sloppy, teared eyed mess you turned as he continues slamming his cock into your mouth.
“you're so pretty like this baby... taking all of me-” he jerks his hips, eyes rolling back as he gropes your breasts. “all of me like a good girl. every inch...coated in your spit.” you moan on his cock, squirming as your hands grip his thighs. after a few more thrusts, he releases his load inside your mouth.
“good girl... swallow all of it.” he hums, gently rubbing your bottom lip before tapping his tip against your plump lips. “satisfied?” he says, this time more softer. he pulls his pants up, adjusting his scrubs before helping you up. “y-yeah. alot.” you giggle shakily, licking your lips. “up you go," rafe helps you up, gently smacking your ass. “go home, sweetheart. and wait up for me, alright? ill leave earlier. just for you.” you cant hold in your excitement, so you hug him tightly.
he hugs you back, kissing your forehead before letting you go. “now go on before people start getting suspicious.” he says with another peck, this time on your cheek.
and you leave; satisfied, and with his taste in the back of your throat. you know people stare as you and him walk out at the same time, and you also know people definitely notice the way his stare lingers on you as you walk out of the ER. but you dont mind. not when you're the one he comes home to, and the one he comes on.
A/N: haiii! its been a fat minute :,(. i changed the theme of my blog, i been obsessed with this color scheme and polka dots lately. ik this is short, i just been so incredibly busy.
you had a horrible habit of biting. you dont remember how it started, you just started doing so. biting your finger, biting the sleeves of your hoodies. it became so bad that rafe took your straws away because they were all chewed up. you just had to have your mouth busy!
never had you once done it during sex though. he always had your mouth busy by then. either by his cock or his fingers, but today was different. you liked missionary, he loved it. he loved seeing your teary eys staring right back at him. but you started getting anxious, your mouth aching to be filled by anything.
“what the fuck-!” rafe yelped, halting his movements as you bite into his shoulder. you stare at him like a baby caught stealing a cookie. your teeth digging into the meat of his shoulder. strangely, he liked it. loved the pain mixed with pleasure. “fuck baby...”
—
you were knocked out. he went a good 3 rounds, you were rightfully drained. he stood up, gently tucking you in before walking into the restroom. he stared at his body, a faint smirk forming as raw bite marks filled his body. his shoulders, chest, stomach, neck. you marked him. branded him as yours.
and that was so hot to rafe. so hot that he was already hard, again. he retrieved to your side, gently burying his face between your thighs. “honeyyyy...” rafe purred, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs. licking the stickiness off your skin. “come on, wake up. i got more places i want you to mark.”
heyyy i just read ur ‘seeing if he melts’ fic and it made me think of that tiktok trend, the one where ppl tell their partner they found their best friend on hinge or tinder and see their reaction !!
imagine reader doing this to rafe 😭
RAFE IN: “TELLING HIM YOU FOUND HIS BSF ON TINDER”
a/n: thank you soo much for this idea oh my god i was looking for another trend to do ily!!
you and rafe were relaxing in the couch. your legs lazily resting on his lap while you absentmindedly scrolled through tiktok. but it was farr too quiet. and he just couldn't seem to take his eyes off the damn TV! so you get an idea. you turn on the camera and slightly nudge his thigh.
“baby oh my god!” you gasped, sitting up slightly as you covered your mouth in 'shock'. rafe tilted his head towards you, his eyebrow raised slightly. “what's wrong?“ “i just say topper on tinder!” you giggle inbetween words, your feet digging into his thighs softly.
“topper? on tinder?” rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “guess him and that girl didnt last, huh?” he takes out his phone, opening instagram to text topper. then it dawns on him. you can visibly see the moment of realization; the way his jaw locks, the way his hand grips his phone. “sweetheart?” he mutters in an awfully low tone.
you hum innocently, keeping your hand steady to get a good point of view for him. “why are you on tinder?”
“wha-what do you mean?” you try to keep an innocent tone, but he knows you. you and that small grin that slips out. “what do you mean what do i mean?” he leans forward, a frown on his face as he grabs your thigh to drag you closer. “why are you on tinder?” he repeats, his hand grabbing onto your phone. “no! no!” you squeal, and he successfully pulls your phone out of your hand to find you recording.
“seriously?” he huffs, turning your phone off to pull you further into his lap, making you straddle him. “it was just a joke...” you mumble, trying to hide your smile. “i wanted to see your reaction!” he buries his face into your neck, his hand grabbing onto the meat of your ass to clench it.
“you almost fooled me. almost.” finally, you let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through his buzzed hair. “and,” he adds, gently tugging at the hem of your sweatpants. “topper is the type to be on tinder.” he says with a soft smirk, pressing a little peck against your neck.
tags: ex husband!rafe x ex wife!reader, angst to fluff.
a/n: starting this year with a banger! (hopefully). i lovee this coloring it matches with my pfp so well!! the bold, slanted paragraph are a flashback if it wasnt obvious 😅. NOT PROOFREAD.
this year was a big mess for both of you. unfortunately, the highlight of the year had been the divorce, and everything else that came after which is the reason you cant be around rafe for too long or you'll burst out crying.
so for new years, instead of the annually family reunion your family and rafe's family did in new years eve, you decided to start the year off with a bang. drunk, at the club hopefully to get fucked soon. that was your goal, but of course nothing goes according to your plans.
you left ella with your mom, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek and a lame joke of seeing her next year (which she found extremely funny) before walking out of your moms house to get ready. what you didn't expect was rafe to be at the same club. topper told him that he needed time away from his thoughts, that he needed a girl to distract him.
yeah right. the only person he needed was you. and he had lost you, possibly forever. still, he tagged along, sitting in one of those vip booths he and you knew too well. while you were right across the club, tipsy, sexy, and dancing! for the first time you were having the time of your life. the alcohol clearing your mind allowing you to focus on the moment.
but as the click neared 12, you felt sick. this would be the first year without him. without your family. memories came rushing back, causing you to slightly gag.
“mommy! there's 3 minutes left!” ella squeaked, bouncing up and down, the living room full of your families mingling together. but you, rafe and ella were in the kitchen. “go grab out grapes!” you giggled, rafe coming up to you from behind. his big hands wrapping around your torso. “you really believe in that?” he murmured against your neck, taking a deep breath from your the back of your neck. “uh, yeah duh.” you hum, pulling away from him as ella comes up to both of you with 3 cups of 12 grapes.
“come on.” you insist, grabbing a hold of rafe's bicep to pull him under the dinner table. the space was slightly cramped with the 3 of you. but it was still fun. “ready?” ella giggles, far too excited in your lap.
the three of you ate the 12 grapes one at a time as the clock neared midnight. “HAPPY NEW YEARS!!” ella shouts, finishing her grapes before scrambling out of the table to go with everyone else. you laugh at the sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “happy new years baby.” he whispers, the sound of people cheering and music tuning out as his hand cupped your cheek. he doesn't give you time to say it back before he's kissing your lips slowly, passionately.
your hand goes up to his cheek, caressing his soft skin while tilting your head to deepen the kiss. he's the one to pull away, pulling you in his arms. “another year stuck with your annoying ass.” he teases, playfully swatting your ass. “and many more to come.” you retort, burying your face into his neck.
you gag, shoving past people to beeline into the restroom. you felt so sick, fat tears swelling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe. you come to a halt as you stumble into someone, a rather muscular, tall man. "woah-” he winces, grabbing a hold of your shoulders to stabilize you. “are you—” rafe's whole world comes to a halt. its you. its you and you're crying. instinctively, he bends his knees slightly to meet your eyes. “easy, easy. lets get you to the restroom.” his heart is at his throat, his hands resting on the small of your back as he guides you into the girls restroom, ignoring the weird looks he's getting.
once he gets you into the big stall, he bunches up your hair to allow you to throw up freely. its not a disgusting sight, if anything, its upsetting. “let it out, its okay.” he mumbles as you alternate from throwing up, to sobbing, back to throwing up. once you stop, you're a bit sobered up, but you're still slurry. he can tell you're about to fight him, to cuss him out. but he's surprised when all you do is throw yourself on him. burying your face into his neck.
his body visibly softens, standing up with you in his arms as he takes you out of the restroom. he would be dammed if he continue to let you stay seated in the sticky, disgusting floor of the club's bathroom. he walks you to his booth, greatful that topper isnt there. “do you want water?” he asks quietly against your ear, sitting you next to him so your legs are draped over his lap. you numbly nod, resting your head against his chest as he feeds you water.
you're so stupid. but you dont care, not when you're being cradled in the arms you missed so much. after taking big gulps of water, he pulls the cup of water away, draping his coat over your body as if to shelter you. “im sorry...” he whispers against the top of your head, rocking you in his arms. “god im so, so sorry. you didn't deserve anything i did to you, you deserve so much more than this.”
the countdown starts to happen, your head is such a mess yetyour body doesn't make a move to get away from him.
“10!”
he makes you look at him, his big hand gently cupping your chin. “i love you, so so much.”
“9!”
“and i know i fucked up, i fucked up so much. i lost you, and in the process i lost myself. but more importantly, i lost my family. i miss being around you and ella every day, to wake up to you ontop of me.”
“8!”
you gulp, taking in his words as you grip his bicep softly. tears are swelling up in your eyes, and you feel a wave of emotions rush through you. anger, fear, longing. love.
“7! 6! 5!”
“say something. please, say you hate me, that you dont forgive me. anything." his voice cracks, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep himself from letting them wander further down. “i-”
“4! 3! 2!...”
your chest heaves, and in a second, your hand goes to his jaw to pull his face to yours. your lips fitting comfortably against his in a passionate kiss. “1! HAPPY NEW YEARS!” the club explodes with cheers, but all you can focus on is him. rafe. your rafe. on the way his hands shift you to make you straddle him. thankfully, the water washed the taste of throw up away. and even if it didnt, he's far too focused on kissing you to care. also, he saw you give birth. nothing you do will disgust him.
and maybe it wont pretty, maybe it will have its ups and downs. but he's willing to change, to bend and shift at your will as long as he gets to be yours again, as long as you get to be his again.
