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[sacramentgirl]

HOLD ME DOWN ‎ . ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ RAFE CAMERON content. bestfriend!rafe helping reader while she's drunk. fluff-ish ? just a cutesy silly moment, no other warnings. a/n. can you tell i'm a sucker for friends to lovers?

“fuck, baby, you can’t just take your shirt off like that,” rafe mutters under his breath. his voice is low and strained as he quietly shuts your bedroom door behind him.

he keeps glancing toward the hallway every few seconds, probably terrified your parents are going to wake up and find their daughter stumbling around half naked with him standing in the middle of her room looking guilty as sin.

to be fair, this was only the second time you’d ever gotten drunk.

you hated alcohol usually, which is exactly why rafe is sure you're going to regret this in the morning.

he knew all too well that one shot alone was enough to make your face hot and your words slur together embarrassingly fast. but tonight had been your birthday. every ten minutes somebody new would appear next to you, grinning with another bottle of tequila and insisted you take another birthday shot which involved your face up and a few wasted pours dripping down your neck.

the next few rounds of that turned into rafe carrying you bridal style up the stairs of your house because he knew you'd trip if you ever tried to walk up alone.

“s’fine, rafey,” you mumble lazily, words slurrying together while you sway slightly where you stand, “jus’ go home already.”

you don’t even wait for his response before flopping backward onto your bed, limbs sprawled out carelessly against the comforter.

your head spins pleasantly against the pillows while your overheated skin prickles uncomfortably beneath your clothes. with a soft whine, you start tugging at your skirt and trying to shove it down your legs.

“whoa—sweetheart, stopstopstop.”

his hands land firmly against your hips before the skirt can move any lower, keeping the fabric bunched stubbornly around your thighs while he leans over you.

you blink slowly up at him, struggling to keep your eyes open for more than two seconds at a time. and unfortunately for your poor drunk brain, this angle is horrible for you.

because rafe is hovering over you exactly the way he does in every embarrassing fantasy you’ve ever had about him.

his broad shoulders practically cage you into the mattress while the chain around his neck dangles over your clavicle.

even in your drunk state, you notice how messy his hair is from running his hands through it all evening while trying to manage you. plus, his stupidly pretty blue eyes keep darting everywhere except directly at your chest.

“it's soooooo hot,” you complain.

“i know, baby, i know.” his voice comes out rougher than he'd hoped. he immediately glances toward the wall again before shushing you gently. “you gotta keep it down, alright? your parents are literally just down the hall.”

you nod like you understand even though you absolutely don’t.

your attention is too focused on the fact that rafe smells really good right now. his expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and the ocean. right now, he smells like every bad decision you’ve ever wanted to make in your life.

and his hands are still resting on your hips.

you squirm beneath him again with another frustrated little sound, once more trying to peel your skirt down your legs yourself.

“wanna take it off.”

“jesus christ,” he mutters under his breath.

he’s barely holding himself together. he keeps grinding his teeth and exhaling sharply through his nose every time your skirt rides up your thighs again.

he's your best friend. which means he absolutely should not be reacting to you like this. and yet he is.

it doesn't help that the alcohol in your system makes you just aware enough to notice the way his hands tense whenever you move beneath him.

you tug at the skirt again stubbornly.

“fuck. okay okay,” he says quickly, finally catching both your wrists in one hand before you can flash him accidentally. “i got it, alright? just—just let me do it for you.”

completely unprompted, you let out a soft pleased little moan while relaxing against the mattress.

his entire body goes rigid hovering over you while a slow flush crawls up the back of his neck. the universe apparently enjoys torturing him. you can physically feel the way he reacts to the noise through the denim of his jeans.

your sleepy eyes blink downward curiously.

“rafe...” you whisper, dazed.

“don’t.” his response comes immediately. with one hand still bunching both of your wrists together, he points a finger at you without looking directly into your eyes yet,

“don’t start.”

but you’re drunk enough to lose whatever tiny filter you normally have around him.

“you’re hard,” you murmur with genuine surprise.

rafe actually lets out a short laugh at that, except there’s absolutely nothing amusing about it.

“yeah, wonder whose fault that is,” he says tightly.

you stare up at him for another long second before your lips part slightly in realization.

“is it ‘cause of me?”

his head drops briefly forward while he drags a hand down his face, shoulders tense so tight they look painful.

as he looks back down at you, the expression on his face makes your stomach flip drunkenly.

“sweetheart, you are laying half naked underneath me asking if i’m hard because of you. what do you think?”

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[sloanegabe]

SHANE & ILYA + parallels

[rafesbbdoll]

can you do a p link thats full of rough sex like hardcore

rafe cameron p!links . MDNI

rafe and topper get a little excited

when rafe returns from morocco in the uber

after y/n was a brat

fuck her till she squirts

new position

“rafe, you’re not even that big”

sometimes anal is better

rafe needed to release some stress after a deal

baby got too cock drunk

rafe wants her to feel every inch

rafe’s cock is just too good to pass

rafe got too desperate

answered this!

[rafesbbdoll]

BRATTYPRINCESS!READER

SILENT TREATMENT : scenarios where brattyprincess!reader ignores rafe

warnings : cursing, some fluff, reader yells at one point

⋆˖ ࣪⭑ where rafe wouldn't buy you the new chanel bag :

you sat at the island in the kitchen, looking at your new nails, tuning out whatever rafe was saying. your fingers ran over the sparkly pink gems that rested on your nails. rafe came from around the corner, sighing frustratedly at you, "princess. will you please speak to me?" you continued to ignore him, turning your body so you couldn't face him. "no full conversations until my chanel bag is in my possession," you murmured. he groaned, running his hand over his face before saying, "i told you not today, doll.” you rolled your eyes, huffing as you stomped your way into the living room. when you sat on the couch, rafe moved to crouch in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs. "look.... i'll get you the bag, but you have to talk to me." you moved your eyes to look into his, a small pout forming on your lips. "why can't i have it now?" his thumbs ran over your thighs gently, "because i'm buying something for you that cost way more than that stupid bag." finally giving up your act, you sighed. "fine then. but don't forget." so the next morning when you woke up without rafe next you, you looked around the room, confusion written on your face. but not until you saw the little sticky note on his pillow that read, "your bag is coming today, be ready. - rafe"

⋆˖ ࣪⭑ where rafe forgot your anniversary :

june 17th. the date rafe asked you to be his. it was a memorable day to say the least; hanging out at the beach, a romantic dinner and popping the question of ‘can i be your boyfriend?’ it was the day that everything for you and rafe changed. it had been three years since then. now on every anniversary, rafe would make you breakfast in bed, giving you a massage, a fancy dinner, and some rough sex in the end. but today? none of that happened, not yet at least. it was 3 pm by time rafe had came back from the gym. you were sitting at the kitchen island, drinking a glass of lemonade, scrolling through your social media. “baby? i’m back,” rafe called from the front door as he sat his belongings down. you didn’t answer though, ignoring him just like he ignored your anniversary. walking over, rafe’s eyes landed on you, narrowing slightly. “baby? what’s wrong, hm?”, he asked, coming from behind to kiss your neck. “move,” you mumbled as you pushed him off. rafe frowned. he wasn’t use to you ignoring his kisses and pushing him off like that. “talk to me, baby,” he urged, sitting next to you. you ignored him though, getting up to walk to the living room, sitting on the couch. rafe huffed, his mind racing of many thoughts; what did i do? did i leave the toilet seat open? did i not put away my boxers? after many questions ran through his mind, he checked the date on his phone. june 17th. fuck, fuck. “baby!”, he called as he walked into the living room to sit next to you. “i’m so fucking sorry, i didn’t realize what day it was,” he urged as he tugged at your frilly skirt. you glared at him before speaking, a slight whine in your tone, “you didn’t make breakfast in bed, no cute gifts, no massage, you barely even kissed me today!” rafe ran a had over his face before sighing, pulling you onto his lap. “baby, i’m sorry. i thought it was tomorrow, i even had our regular plans scheduled for tomorrow,” he murmured as he kissed your neck. his hands ran over your thighs, rubbing softly. “let me make it up to you, yeah?” you looked at him, caving finally. “that was mean,” you mumbled as he pressed his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. won’t happen again.”

⋆˖ ࣪⭑ where rafe didn’t kiss you goodbye :

anytime rafe had to leave for something, he’d always kiss you goodbye, whether he’d be gone for a few hours or a few minutes. today shouldn’t have been any different. it was seven in the morning when rafe woke up for an early meeting with a few business partners over an expensive piece of furniture. he quickly showered, dressed in the suit that you had ironed the night before, and slipped into his dress shoes. you were half awake, watching quietly as he moved around. “love you,” you mumbled sleepily as he grabbed his watch. he chuckled softly, turning his head, “love you too.” after that he left in a hurry… no kiss on the forehead, or cheek, or your lips. not even a kiss blown your direction! how mean! throughout the day, you had an attitude at everything in your way; at the nail salon, your lash appointment, even when you picked up lunch. when you arrived home, rafe was already back, changed into sweatpants and a shirt that was definitely too small for him. you had practically slammed the front door shut, the pictures on the wall rattling gently on the wall. “hey!”, rafe said sternly. “the hell is wrong with you?”, he said as he stood, walking over to you. you ignored him, stepping out of your kitten heels, heading to the bedroom to put your purse away. “y/n, i’m talking to you! we ain’t doin’ this silent treatment shit again,” he said as he followed after you. “you didn’t kiss me!”, you shouted back as you turned to face him, “you left this morning and didn’t kiss me goodbye like always!” rafe brow’s furrowed before his face softened. “oh, baby. is that why you’re so worked up? because i forgot to kiss you?”, he asked as he took your hands in his. “yes,” you frowned. rafe smiled as he leaned in to kiss your lips. he kissed everywhere he could reach; your cheeks, neck, forehead, nose, anywhere. “love you,” he mumbled.

hi loves! it’s been a while since i’ve posted! here’s a draft i just finished up! love yaa

[blueforwellsy]

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[soangelbaby]

when no one’s listening - rafe cameron

a៸n ˒ i’ve seen people write rafe like he’s just anger and arrogance. but i know what it’s like to split, to beg without asking. this isn’t for pity, this is for the ones who survive shit they don’t talk about. this is what his episodes look like — through the eyes of someone who lives them. it’s not romantic, it’s real. and sometimes real is ugly, but it still deserves to be seen. ik before i said i didn’t want to get personal on here, but i think rafe and i and all the others who suffer with bpd and see themselves in him deserve this in honor of mental health awareness month, remember to take care of yourselves & you’re not alone <3

cw: bpd, emotional dysregulation, rage episodes, overstimulation, emotional trauma, self-loathing, mental illness portrayal, survivor writing, non-glorified breakdowns, references to parental abuse, dissociation.

it starts small. minor. irritation, overstimulation, overwhelmed. maybe ward didn’t answer the phone when he needed, maybe sarah called him a name and it hit too personally… he tries to brush it off, he really does. but it builds, cuts deeper, and when you’ve been neglected your whole life, those small things? they start to feel like abandonment. his body reacts first — intense stares, eye rolls, twitchy fingers, shallow breathing. he’ll start pacing, chest heaving, sniffling and not always from drugs, sometimes just to ground himself.

his brain spirals fast. it doesn’t tell him ‘i’m upset, let’s take some time—’ no, it tells him ‘they hate me, i’m nothing, i have to do something now or i’ll lose everything.’ thoughts are static, mixed emotions of fear, shame, and the deep urge to act, just to make them feel even a bit of how deep his feelings go even if he doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. he explodes. violently, desperately. yelling, throwing things, threatening people, punching walls, and sometimes himself. it’s always fight or flight — but there’s no flight option. his body always choose violence because he was never taught to regulate, to regain control of himself through patience and respect.

and then he crashes. the realization of how far he’s gone — again.. how deep this is embedded into him, how he feels like he’ll never be normal or enough ever again. he cries, he begs, sobs of ‘fuckfuckfuck’ or ‘m’ sorry, m’ so fuckin’ sorry’ even though there’s no one there. he just talks to himself, trying to rationalize it, trying to make sense of what he is and how he feels. it’s all foggy and that just makes him wanna punish himself more. he pleads for forgiveness, for control, for someone to love him anyway despite his fuckups, his baggage, his damage..

and when ward shows up, gives him a nod and a pat on the back, tells him to pull it together and ‘be a man’ he feels okay again, even though he’s not. it’s like a hit of dopamine, like he finally did something right, like maybe he can handle it, like just maybe he isn’t too much….

but at the end of the day, it’s all the same, he’s set off and the cycle repeats. because no one ever came, no one ever comforted him, no one ever taught him how to stop, so he does it all again, sometimes mistakenly, sometimes self sabotaging deliberately… because even the pain is better than being invisible…

[rafesbbdoll]

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[rafesbbdoll]

hi guys! i've been taking a little needed break! i'm not going to continue to write for smoke and coke! i know i didn't start it yet, but i don't have the time to write for it! i also plan on changing up my theme as well! hopefully i can get more fics out or just some short writings for you guys to enjoy! answer the poll below and i'll write for that scenario!

pick one!

firefighter!rafe leaving for work

dad!rafe while the kids are at school

blue collar!rafe coming home from work

Voting ended onApr 16, 2025

[soangelbaby]

just thinking about newlywed!rafe on ur honeymoon 😣

telling you how much he’s dreamed of making you a mommy—how much he’s imagined you carrying his child. his child. his hand pressed against your belly—skin warm underneath his fingertips as if it’s already there, already real in his head. “you don’t get it,” he grumbles, voice low and rough, almost pleading but there’s also something dangerous underneath. his free hand slides down your side, mapping it out, as if he can already see you full with his baby. “this is supposed to happen—” his lips press against your lips one last time before pulling away to stare into your eyes, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “we’re gonna have a family—you’re my wife now, that means you can’t ever leave me, you know that?”

and if you try to laugh it off? rafe’s grip on you just tightens, jaw clenching, pupils dilating, “nah baby, don’t do that.” his hands are everywhere—possessive and desperate, almost frantic, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. “you think i’m just talking? fuck no—i mean it, baby.” his lips attack your neck again, trailing soft kisses along your skin, igniting every nerve—imprinting himself onto you. “you’d be so perfect pregnant, we’d have the most beautiful kid ever, i can see it now,” he’d mutter against your skin, pulling you in so close because he can’t stand the slightest amount of distance.

now, he has you pressed into the mattress—face down, ass up, pounding into you from behind, in the back of honeymoon suite. his large hand covering the side of your face, thumb hooked into the side of your mouth, and his own band shining in the dim light of the room. “that’s it, baby—take it like my fucking wife,” rafe grits, hips snapping faster, bed creaking beneath you both. your brain’s gone static, all you can do is feel. the pleasure, the pain, the stretch. it’s too overwhelming, all consuming, but that doesn’t stop him. “you married me, baby—you fucking asked for this.” he spits out, panting as he you over, not even bothering to pull out. one hand now tightly gripping your throat, and his other snatching your left wrist before shoving it down between your legs.

“touch yourself with my ring on—show me how i own you,” rafe groans, pulling back just slightly, gripping the base of his dick as he watches you rub lazy circles over your clit. “shit, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this” he kisses you hard, rocking back into you and grabbing your wrist not daring to let you stop. “my girl, my ring, my pussy.” moaning into your mouth, body pressing heavy on top of you, not giving you a second to breathe or think about anything but him. this is different than before, he’s not just fucking you—he’s claiming you, marking you. every inch, every crevice, every crack, every thought, all his—and he loves it. he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves seeing you so dazed out you couldn’t even tell him your name, but he makes sure you know his. the only word on your tongue, along with messy whimpers, babbles, and moans. little chants of ‘raferaferafe’ ever so often escaped your lips. and he watches it like ritual. every expression, every breath, every tremble—he can’t get enough. he makes sure you know this is permanent now—ring or not, this is forever. you are his forever.

[rafesbbdoll]

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[rafesbbdoll]

i've got a little series coming soon hehe stay tuned 😚😚

hint : dealer!rafe and stoner!reader MWAHAHAHA

[rafesbbdoll]

new friends ✩ sarah cameron

୨˚̣̣̣୧ where pogue!reader considers a friendship with the kook princess, sarah cameron.

warnings ׅ 　female!reader, cursing, fluff, reader is kind of a mean, season 1!sarah

word count ׅ 　522

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you were on your dads boat, helping him get packages delivered onto figure eight. after the hurricane, lots of people were in need of food and electricity, but it didn't mean for you to stop busting your ass. you've been working for your dad ever since you were six years old, and if being a daddy's girl taught you one thing, it was to never get to close to the rich folk.

which is how you found yourself stuck in a predicament. you were to deliver food and supplies to the kook side of town, the first house on your list being the cameron's.

they've never been your cup of tea for as long as you could remember. they had everything you've ever wanted, all because their dad could pull a few strings with the people in town. the one in particular who made you upset was the kook princess, sarah cameron.

the only real reason why she pissed you off was because how she stuck up for her dad. everyone on kildare knew how evil ward was, yet sarah always thought she could change him. ward has betrayed your dad multiple times, getting him fired from jobs, taking money from him, even going as far as getting him banned from certain beaches. you don't know why they've had this feud, but it has stemmed for a long while.

walking up the tannyhill driveway, you rolled your eyes as you saw sarah and rafe on the porch in front of you. rafe scoffed, putting out his blunt before speaking, "hey pogue. stay off our side of the island, yeah? we don't need any y'all showing up here since y'all have no power 'nd shit." you sighed in annoyance, bringing the bags in your hands up to the door.

"you think i'm here because i want to be? i'd rather chop off my boobs than converse with any of you," you mumbled, the last part being more under your breath. sarah sighed, taking the bags from your hands. "ignore him. hes all pissy because his bike is broken," she said quietly enough for you to here. you nod, handing here the last bag before taking out your small notebook with your receipts and progress.

"that'll be $72. you can tip if you'd like, but i'd highly doubt y'all would," you said, writing the receipt to give her. sarah smiled gently, handing you a crisp 100 dollar bill. "the change is your tip. and for the record, i'd always tip no matter who you are," she said, taking the receipt you gave her.

you smiled lightly, waving her goodbye before walking down the stairs, back to the docks. "hey y/n?", sarah called out. you turned over your shoulder, waiting to hear her response. "what?"

"maybe he could hang out? you seem chill", she replied. you thought for a moment, not really trusting her statement before nodding, "sure. can't guarantee you anything, though." sarah giggled slightly and nodded, "totally understandable."

you lightly smiled before heading back to your dad. maybe this was a call for disaster, or maybe the start of a new friendship.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@13hischiers @rafestoothbrush @ohgodimgoungtodie @massivepenguinfart @emmaaas-posts

[rafesbbdoll]

ticket repay ✩ rafe cameron

୨˚̣̣̣୧ where dumb!reader tries to get out of a ticket with officer!rafe.

warnings ׅ 　female!reader, cursing, cheating, drunk driving, smut, blowjob in public but hidden, reader is actually dumb as hell, mentions of law enforcement, reader is 22 & rafe is 34

word count ׅ 　1.2k

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it was 1:27 AM on the streets kildare. it was quiet in some areas, some loud and booming with music. you just so happened to find yourself at a party that a few kooks had thrown in celebration of a new edition on the island, expanding figure eight. you were drinking with some other girls, giggling and dancing with a drink in your hand. your head was to floaty to comprehend that time was going by fast. before you knew it, it was 2:03 AM.

your boyfriend had texted you several times, called you, and even tried to contact your friends, but you were having too much fun to notice. it wasn't until you felt sick when you decided to head out for the night. you had grabbed your purse and made sure your phone and keys before heading out. your feet stumbled upon each other as you walked clumsily to your car.

now, you knew this wasn't safe, but how else would you get home?! you didn't want to leave your car at some random house where you wouldn't remember the address, so your best bet was to attempt to drive back home. once you got into your car, you blinked a couple of times, trying to fix up your vision. taking out with phone, you texted your boyfriend back, letting him know you're on your way back.

you knew that he would be mad at you, but at least you were coming home! clumsily, you put the keys into the ignition before starting and driving off. the roads were were mostly empty, occasional cars passing by, side eyeing you from their window. unbeknownst to you, you were swerving in your lane, as well as driving 10 miles under the posted speed limit. singing your heart out to your spotify playlist, you were unaware of the flashing police lights from behind you.

it wasnt until you heard and male voice come from a speaker when you pulled over to the side. you turned your music down, winding down your window with a confused pout on your face. "what? i didn't even do anything," you slurred to yourself. a few min later, a cop walked up to your window. you looked up at the man, noticing his uniform, making your heart drop.

"good evening ma'am. do you know why i stopped you tonight?", he asked, flashing his light into the car to get a look at you and your surroundings. you shook your head, looking up at him with your dazed eyes. "i wasn't doing anything bad. jus' on the way home," you slurred to him. he chuckled at you, noticing your eyes. "have you been drinking tonight?"

you blinked slowly before replying, "only a little bit." he could obviously tell that you were lying, your leg bouncing up and down in your seat. "what's your name again, officer?", you asked. "officer rafe cameron," he replied. "can you step out of your vehicle for me?", he requested, standing back enough for you to open the door. you frowned and sniffled before opening the door and stepping out. "am i under arrest?", you asked, stepping over to him, your blown out eyes brimming with tears.

he sighed before explaining, "not yet. just gonna run some sobriety tests to see how much you've had to drink." you nodded, wiping the falling tears off your cheeks. "what's your name, hun? gotta write it for our records," he explained while taking out a small notebook. "y/n l/n.... you said i wasn't under arrest!", you mumbled to him, crossing your arms and turning away.

"you're not. just have to write it down, okay? the first test we're gonna take is this: say your abc's backwards," he explained to you. you giggled a little bit, "that's easyyy! z... y... x... w... v... t... r... s...." he shook his head, sighing to himself. "you failed, y/n. let's try walking in a straight line, hm?" you huffed in confusion, swearing to yourself that you did it correctly. "but- its right!" officer cameron laughed in response before orchestrating the next test for you.

after you failed the other tests dramatically, officer cameron finally had enough of your antics. "alright miss. you will be receiving a ticket tonight for driving under the influence. do you have someone that can take you home tonight?", he asked, staring down at your face. your bottom lip wobbled, shaking your head. "i can't get a ticket! i didn't do anything wrong", you said to him, moving to tug at his uniform.

he looked down into your eyes, moving his hands on your shoulders to adjust you slightly, "i'm sorry sweetheart, but these are the repercussions." you tugged at his uniform again, looking up at him. he could stop the way his cock stirred in pants as he looked into your eyes, the desperate yet helpless look in your eyes. "i'll do anything, just no ticket please," you sniffled, your hands moving to his belt buckle.

"y/n. this is not appropriate behavior. you know that," he said quietly to you. you blinked up at him, moving your clumsy fingers to unbuckle his belt. "please, i-i don't want to have a ticket. i'll be good i swear," you say, reaching your hand down into his pants. rafe grunted lowly, sighing once your hand removed his cock from his pants

your eyes looked down at his dick, sucking in a breath at his size. rafe looked around, making sure that you two were in a secluded area. he then looked down, finding you on your knees in front of him. letting out a shaky breath, he spoke, "go 'head. get out of a ticket, hm?" you nodded, taking his tip in your mouth a sucking gently. your thighs squeezed together in order to stop the throbbing from your cunt.

having had enough, he took your head into his hands, pushing himself fully down your throat making you gag. he loud out a moan, head tilting back into the night sky, his hips moving back and forth into your mouth. your hands had moved onto his thighs to hold on for support as his pace quickened. he grunted as his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, "fuckfuck ㅡ you're so good, y/n. no more ticket, a'ight?", he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair.

you moaned around him, taking him out of your mouth to jerk him off. "thank you s-so much," you replied, looking up at him with your fucked out eyes. the idea of a police officer always turned you on, but now that you finally have your hands on one, it made you so much more horny. yes, you knew it was wrong to cheat on your loving boyfriend at home, but you couldn't have this on your record!

before you know it, rafe was finishing on your face, groaning as he watched his cum mark you. he sighed, his high subsiding. you stood back up on shaky legs, watching him closely. your fingers collected his cum from your cheeks, putting them in your mouth to get a taste. you hummed to yourself at his taste; it was salty yet sweet in a weird way which made your head even more fuzzy than before.

"good?", you asked. rafe nodded, tucking himself back into his pants. he fixed up your hair and fixed your lips before speaking, "don't let me or one of my guys catch you again." he took out his notepad again, writing down something before giving it to you: his number.

and that's how your relationship began.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@13hischiers @rafestoothbrush @ohgodimgoungtodie @massivepenguinfart

[camercns]

golden hour

warnings — none

summary — as the sun sets over the water, you and sarah share a quiet, golden moment together. wrapped in each other’s warmth, you savor soft touches, sweet words, and a love that feels endless.

“you know, i think this is my favorite time of day” she said, tilting her head to look at you. her long blonde hair shimmered in the evening light, strands falling effortlessly around her sun-kissed face. she was breathtaking, and it still amazed you that she was yours.

“yeah?” you asked, shifting closer so your nose brushed against hers. “why’s that?”

sarah smiled, her dimples making an appearance. “because everything feels softer. like the world slows down, just for a little bit and because…” her voice trailed off as she reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “because i get to spend it with you.”

your heart melted at her words, and you swore you felt the boat sway a little harder, as if the universe itself sighed at how sickeningly sweet she was.

“you’re ridiculous” you teased, though the warmth blooming in your chest told a different story.

sarah huffed playfully, rolling onto her side so she was fully facing you. “you love it” she countered, scrunching her nose in that way she always did when she was trying to be smug.

you pretended to think about it, even though you both knew the answer. then, with a soft giggle, you leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “i do.”

she beamed, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a warm, sun-drenched hug. you felt the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers traced idle circles against your back. everything about sarah cameron was golden. her hair, her laughter, the way she loved you like you were the most precious thing she’d ever found.

and in moments like this, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, you believed that maybe, just maybe, she was right. that the world really did slow down, just for the two of you.

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