stumbled upon this old post and now i can’t stop thinking about it so….enjoy🫣
smut under the cut, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
thinking about jj on top of you, your upper thighs kissing your chest as his fingers are intertwined with yours, keeping your hands on either side of your head. with each thrust, he reaches that deep spot inside of you that makes you moan loudly without any control as you can only feel him and he’s taking so much pride in every sound you make. his name leaves your lips in broken cries of pleasure while his head rests in the crook of your neck, biting and kissing the skin. when he raises his head, he notices the single tear that’s fallen from your eye and it makes his cock twitch to know that he’s brought you to another level of pleasure. “are you crying, princess?” he growls in your ear, relishing in the wordless sounds you let out as a mere response. “mh? tell me. is it too much? do you want me to stop?” except your moans only get louder and he smirks at your reaction. he claims your mouth, drinking your mewls as he finally lets go of your hands to bring his down to play with your clit. he chuckles at your loud cry and grabs your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks together, “i need words, princess. tell me what you want or i’ll stop.” you whine at his last words and let out a whisper of “more” which makes him grin down at you and pick up the pace of his hips. “more?” he echoes, using the same desperation that was in your voice as he mocks you. he begins mocking the broken sounds that escape from you, but he turns you on even more, listening to those delicious moans coming from him. “mh? is this enough?” he asks in a fake pity tone as his hips move at a hard and fast pace, so much that your eyes are stuck behind your head. “are you so cock drunk that you can’t answer?” that’s when you finally release, again, tonight. “that’s it. that’s my good girl,” he moans, but his movements never stop, “you’re gonna do that for me again.”
Not to be totally weird. But what if Rafe confessed to the ~murders~ he's committed because he actually feels like shit over it and he's trying to be better for his girl? And the cops are on the way so he tells his girl and they lay on the couch together until the cops show up, not saying anything, just being together, enjoying what little time they have left before it all goes to shit. Rafe goes willingly. His girl is crying, but it's okay, because she'll see me again, baby, I promise. You're gonna be just fine. No one puts up a fight. The pogues are happy about it, throw a party over it, but Rafe's girl... she has to sleep in his bed alone for the first time. It's cold and empty, and she wakes up twenty times that night to look for Rafe before crying herself to sleep again.
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hi! just wanna to let y’all know that I’ll be posting really soon!! I was so busy trying to work with my new college schedule and all but I’m going to be more active here now! Xoxo <3
TW: Drunk people, underage drinking, party, pretty sure that’s it.
Summary: You get a call at night right before you’re going to bed that your boyfriend was asking for you while he was drunk.
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You were getting ready for bed, window cracked open to let some cool air in, hair still damp from your shower. You were currently folding some clothes to put away before you went to bed, singing along to some song that was playing on your Spotify, before it was interrupted with a loud ringing.
You sighed, getting up from the floor and walking over to the bedside table where it was charging.
It was Kelce, Kelce never called you besides for that one time he accidentally clicked on your contact. You figured it must be important and clicked ‘accept’ putting it on speaker phone.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” Kelce’s voice rang through, loudly.
“Yeah, can you hear me?”
“Yeah uh, come get your boy, he won’t shut up about you.” You could hear the annoyance in his tone. “I’ll send you the location, please hurry up.” He said, hanging up. A few seconds later he sent you his location.
You quickly folded the rest of your clothes and put some leggings on, grabbing one of Rafe’s many hoodies that you had stolen from him, you brushed through your hair and grabbed your keys, slipping into some tennis shoes.
You quietly snuck out of the house, hoping your wouldn’t wake up your parents. You made your way into your car quickly, opening the door and buckling in, entering the location on your GPS.
“On route.” The familiar robots voice said through the speakers as you pulled out of the driveway and followed the directions she was giving you.
You eventually knew where you were going, shutting the GPS off and turning some music on, lightly humming to the songs that were being played.
You parked on the side of the road in front of the house, hearing the blaring music from inside of your Range Rover. “How have the cops not been called?” You mumbled to yourself, getting out and locking the car doors.
You made your way through the party, trying not to touch any of the sweaty bodies.
You could see Topper and Kelce and made your way over to them. “Hey guys.” You smile at them and your eyes fall on the man sitting in the chair, his eyes light up at seeing you. “Thanks for calling me.” You said, walking over to Rafe.
“He wouldn’t shut up.” Topper said, taking a sip of whatever was his in cup. “So thanks for coming.”
“Baby! How are you? You look so pretty.” Rafe said, getting up, stumbling slightly. He wrapped his arms around you, you felt a instant wave of warmth from him. “Are you gonna stay?”
“Thank you but no, we are gonna go home, okay?” You said, brushing some hair away from his face that had fallen in front of his eyes.
“Oh okay..”
“I can help bring him to the car, he’s pretty heavy.” Topper volunteered himself.
“Okay, thank you.” You smile, him walking over to Rafe’s other side throwing his arm over his shoulder.
Eventually you both made it to the car, after Rafe almost tripped over about 2 peoples feet. You opened the door for him and he got in.
“Here’s his truck keys for when he gets sober.” He handed them to you, the keys jangling as you put them in your pocket.
“Okay, thank you for your help Top. I’ll see you later.” He nods and gives you a gentle smile as he walked away.
You walked around the hood of your car and climbed in. “You want to stay with me or go home?” You asked, he reached over and put his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on it.
“I want to stay with you..” He mumbled, his head falling against your shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You responded with, a smile forming on your face. You started the car and started to make your way home.
“I have to stop at a gas station here in a few minutes to get you a water though.” You said, kissing his cheek while at a red light.
“Can I come inside with you?” He asked, putting his head back on your shoulder.
“No you can’t. It will only take a quick second though.” You said, taking the road to the gas station.
You shifted the car to a park and unbuckled. Rafe lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. “I’ll only be a second, promise.” You said, pecking his lips before getting out.
You opened the door to the gas station, the fluorescent lights bright. It made a familiar bell noise as you walked in, signaling that there was a customer.
You scanned around the aisles, looking for some snacks for Rafe. You grabbed a few chips and candies, grabbing a water bottle from the drink section.
“Just this today?” The older woman at the counter asked and you nodded, pulling out a 20 dollar bill.
She gave you your change and you gave her a sweet smile before leaving.
You walked to the car, opening the door. “You awake?” You asked, seeing his head resting against the window.
“Yeah, just tired.” He yawned, looking at you.
“Okay, we will be home soon. Can you drink this for me though, baby?” You asked, holding the water bottle. He nodded and gently took it, unscrewing the cap.
You buckled up and pulled out of the gas station. “We should be home in about 10 minutes. I don’t mind if you fall asleep though, I’ll just have to wake you up to get you in the house.” You said and he nodded, taking a few more sips of the water.
“Hmm, you’re really pretty..” He said, pushing some hair behind your ear.
“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him, he let out a hum in response, putting the lid back on the water before putting it into the cup holder.
He put his head back on your shoulder, the radio softly playing in the comfortable silence.
“5 more minutes, Rafey.” You said, looking down to see that he’s asleep. You turned the radio off, being even more careful to avoid potholes.
Eventually you pulled up to your house, parking in the driveway. You gently nudged him, waking him up.
“We’re home.” He lifted his head off your shoulder and you both got out of the vehicle. “We gotta be super quiet though because my parents will murder you if they find you.” You said, unlocking the door.
You both walked upstairs, Rafe running into a wall at one point causing you to laugh before you put a hand over your mouth.
You opened your door quietly, trying not to let it creak. “Okay, come on.” You said, shutting the door behind him as he walked in.
He sat on the end of the bed, starting at the wall, probably in thought. “Arms up.” You said, pulling his shirt off.
He got up and pulled down his jeans, leaving him in his black boxers.
You pulled the hoodie over your head and put it back on the back of your desk chair, slipping out of the leggings.
You shut the window you had cracked open and flicked off the lamps, climbing into bed next to him.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Rafe’s lips found yours, you immediately kissed him back.
“No problem, lover boy.” You teased. “Goodnight Rafey.” You said, cuddling into his side.
“Night baby.”
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Hi! So sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday, I didn’t know what to write, kinda stole this idea from myself, doing the Rafe Version of ‘You’re giving them more shots?’ Which is a pretty popular one on my account. This will probably be the only one I post today, only because I have no idea what to write. So if you have any ideas feel free to share them with me. Also this is unedited. Thank you for reading! :)
Rafe pulling his girl into his lap because he always thinks she's too far away, it doesn't matter where he is or who he's with, he grips her waist and pulls her in, her legs draped over his so he can run his hand along her thigh, and eveytime she tries to get up he tightens his grip on her waist, like he's begging her to stay, any look is ignored because if Rafe wants to love on his girl he will <3
tysm for requesting this!! i hope it’s what you pictured!!
too much to drink - (r.c)
tags/warnings: underage drinking, violence, abuse, drugging (not done by rafe), sexual content (implied, not explicit), strong language, slut-shaming/derogatory term (again, not by rafe)
pairing: rafe x reader
wc: 2.9k
note!!: this is like the darkest thing i’ve probably ever written, please PLEASE read the warnings and look out for yourselves, i know this carries some sensitive topics so if any of those things bother you PLEASE DONT READ THIS!! i care about you all and really want you to stay safe.
Midsummers comes and goes every year, and every year you have the most fun while hiding from the watchful eye of your dad, sneaking in a few (too many) drinks when you can, ever since you were fifteen. You and Sarah Cameron would rotate covering for each other, slipping away from the large groups of adults talking about business and boring nonsense to spend alone time with your boy of the month. You always looked forward to it.
This year, you're finally eighteen. Typically, girls your age would be making their debut with their summer flings, never lasting far into the fall- but since you just graduated, a serious relationship is far from your mind. You're having too much time seizing the day- carpe diem, or whatever that saying is. You've got your flask, and a nifty belt to attach it to your leg under your dress- courtesy of Sarah for your recent birthday. You're more than ready to seize your favourite holiday, the summer solstice.
You walk in with your family, and are almost immediately joined by the Cameron's- your standard routine. Your parents have always been close, your dad's in particular like to spend a lot of time together- allegedly working on some kind of big project, but neither one of them have ever spared a single detail as to what it is, despite it being years in the making.
"Y/N, Darling, you look stunning." Rose greets you with a hug and you smile, politely hugging her back and laughing a little bit as your families make similar greetings to one another.
"You're too kind, Rose. It's lovely to see you again." You grin as you pull away and she looks you over, rubbing your arm gently.
"Oh, nonsense. You look beautiful." She insists. "Rafe, don't you agree? Y/N looks amazing. This dress is something else!" She turns to her stepson, gesturing back at you.
"Mhm. That she does." He agrees flatly, taking a sip of his drink as he looks you up and down.
You blush only slightly, hoping your makeup covers it. You and Rafe had had a somewhat on-and-off thing going on for some time now, but not something you were ready to admit to either of your families. Occasionally going out for coffee, but mostly you would meet in private. It was awfully convenient for the two of you that your dads did so much work together, you always knew where both of them were, and could more or less run the other way.
"Rafe, take Y/N to grab a drink, yeah?" Rose suggests and he nods, holding his arm out to you. You smile as you take it, trying to avoid leaning too much into him considering your already tipsy state.
"You do look stunning." He leans in to whisper to you, making you blush furiously.
You lightly smack his chest. "Where are you taking me?" You giggle, following as he leads you past the bar in the crowd, in the general direction of the country clubs locker rooms.
"There's a bar back here, you didn't know? A private one, kind of a well-kept secret, you know." He smirks, looking down at you only briefly.
"Oh, of course." You agree, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. "Please, lead the way, Mister Cameron."
You make your way through the crowd, blissfully unaware of your father's eyes trailing you the whole way, a scowl on his face as he takes the first sip of his whiskey.
"Come on, we have time for one more- yeah?" Rafe asks against the skin of your neck, kissing it softly while you attempt to get your dress back on.
"We don't and you know that." You chuckle, pointing to the back of your dress where he stands behind you. "Zip?" You ask and he sighs, obliging and pulling the zipper up for you. You adjust the fabric where it sits around your waist, looking in the mirror briefly before turning around to face him.
Rafe is quick to settle his hands on your hips, pushing you gently back against the counter and pressing his lips to yours. It's gentle, this time, making you ponder the thought of maybe one-day making things official between you two- you'd be a fool to deny the feelings you have for him, and he would admit the same, but right now is just not a good time for either of you. That much goes unspoken.
"You're beautiful, you know." He mumbles, muffled by your lips against his. You giggle, draping your arms over his shoulders and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"So I've been told." You reply quietly, pulling back a little to look him over, eyes inevitably locking with his. "You're not so bad yourself."
"So I've been told." He chuckles, mocking you as he presses another kiss to your lips.
"Alright, we really gotta go. We've disappeared long enough." You sigh, wiggling out of his grasp and ducking under his arm.
"Come find me later, yeah?" Rafe asks and you nod, humming your agreement as you step out of the locker room, doing your best to look around, feigning confusion in case someone sees you. Not like looking lost will truly work when you spend so much time in this country club recreationally.
You make your way to the bar and grab a soda, careful as you pull the slit of your dress to pour your liquor into it under the counter. You think you've succeeded, lifting the glass up as you turn around, looking to find your family again, or maybe Sarah.
Making small talk with people isn't your favourite thing, but it's always fun to catch up with other kids around your age, who you normally don't see so dressed up. Especially after a few drinks, and especially, kids you don't see so often. This is why your face just lights up with excitement when you see Pope Heyward. He's working the event, as usual, but he's always been kind to you- which you know isn't easy for him considering the treatment him and some of his friends get from other kooks.
"Pope!" You grin as you see him behind a counter in the corner, making him lift his head from what he was doing.
"Y/N! Hey! How's it going?" He asks, stepping around the counter as you hold out your arms for a hug.
"I'm so good.." You smile, swaying lightly with your arms around each other. "How are you, though? Tell me what's going on in your world!"
"Not much, just wrangling drunk girls tonight apparently." He chuckles, steadying you as you both let go of each other at the same time.
"Hey! I am not drunk, how dare you." You whisper, laughing and shoving his shoulder playfully.
"Oh, you? Never. Only everyone else." He nods, clearly not believing you anyway.
"I'm glad you agree." You take a step back to take the weight off one of your feet, wearing heels always has been a pain in the ass for you. You're about to say something else when you bump into someone, jumping a little as it startles you and their hand lands on your arm, steadying your glass for you.
"Hey, sweetheart." Your dad chuckles. "Didn't mean to scare you, I've got some friends who'd love to chat with you. Come with me." He says, quickly ushering you away and hardly sparing a glance at Pope. You look back over your shoulder at him, giving him an apologetic smile and a quick wave as your dad pushes you along.
It's not long before you're swaying on your feet, feeling a little lightheaded. You must have put too much vodka in your drink- which is unusual, you have a decently high tolerance.
You politely excuse yourself, making an effort to get to the bathroom. You suddenly really aren’t feeling well- and you need some space away from everybody else. The room spins around you and you hold your arms out to brace yourself on the nearest surface, the mumbling of people around you only echoing in your ears and you can’t make anything out. Your unsteadiness leads you to twisting your ankle in your platform heel, stumbling forward and someone catches you. Strong arms wrap around your back under your arms and hold onto your ribcage, trying to ease you down. They’re talking to you, but you can hardly make it out.
“Woah, woah- Y/N, are you okay?” Rafe’s voice is echoey, distant, even, and you try and nod.
“Yeah, yeah I just don’t feel too hot..” You mumble, tongue too thick for your mouth.
“Let’s get you some fresh air. Water, please.” Rafe snaps at a waiter walking by, lifting you up and getting you back on your feet.
“Rafe..” You try and speak, truly just surprised to see him. You don’t know why- you knew he was there.
“You’re okay, I’ve got you.” He says, taking the glass from the waiter who quickly returned and holding it up to your lips. Rafe knows he has to get you out of the public eye, and quickly- before your dad sees your state. He assumes you’re just way too drunk.
“Y/N, come on- I’ll take you home.” Your father is there suddenly, carefully but firmly taking you from Rafe’s grasp.
“Do you need help, Mr. Y/L/N?” He offers, your arm settling around your dads shoulder as Rafe stands there helplessly with your glass of water.
“I’ve got her, Rafe. You go have fun.” Your dad chuckles, nodding to the younger boy and carrying you toward the exit. Rafe knows there’s something not right about this- something off about the look in your fathers eye.
He lets him take you outside, deciding just to go and get another drink and send you a text. It’s your dad, for gods sake, he wouldn’t hurt you. As he stands by the bar, only for a few moments, he isn’t comfortable with his decision. He quickly abandons his drink, beelining straight for the door in quick strides, shoving it open and jogging out to the parking lot.
“I am sick of you coming to these networking events and embarrassing our family by throwing yourself at any boy who looks your way! Seriously, Y/N, no daughter of mine should be acting like this- like a damn whore!” Your dad is screaming at you now as you lean against the side of his car, holding onto it to stay upright. You’re hardly processing what he’s saying, tears streaming down your face regardless.
“Dad, wait- I didn’t, no, it’s not-“ You stammer, trying desperately to understand what you were trying to say.
“Don’t act like I don’t know! You’re lucky I even let you live under my roof after the rumours I’ve heard! I’m sick of you sneaking off to sleep with every boy on the island! I mean, pogues? Seriously? I’ve had enough.”
“I don’t-“ You try and protest, but your cut off with a hard smack across the face, leaving your ears ringing as your knees give out.
“Hey, hey- hey!” Rafe shouts, running up and shoving your dad back away from you, eyes dark with anger over what he’s just heard and seen. “Don’t touch her!” He stands between you and your dad, pushing him back again.
“Son, mind your business and get back inside. Now.” Your dad glares at him, pointing to the building.
“No. Absolutely not.” Rafe shakes his head in response. “I’m taking her home. You go back in and enjoy your stupid networking party.” He insists, turning to help you up as you reach out for him, still stunned.
“Jesus, Y/N/N..” He mutters, looking you over as he helps you get your bearings against the side of the truck. “What did you do to her?” He asks your father, looking at him with wide eyes.
“Rafe, leave.” Your dad chuckles a little, trying to save face as best he can. “She’s just had too much to drink- I’ll get her home and-“
“Did you drug your own daughter?” Rafe asks him, looking in disbelief between the two of you.
“When you have a daughter of your own you’ll understand. I did what I had to do to-“
“No, no way. That’s beyond fucked up.” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as your dad keeps talking.
“To keep her from embarrassing this family even further.” He finishes saying, committing to the idea that what he did was right.
“Let’s go.. let’s just go…” You slur out, holding onto the side of the truck as you try and walk away.
Rafe shakes his head at your dad, backing away from him to get to you. As much as he wants to pummel him into nothing, it’s more important that he gets you somewhere safe.
“Y/N Y/M/N if you walk away right now don’t bother ever coming home!” Your dad shouts at you as Rafe gets to you, supporting you with an arm around your waist as he stares back at your dad. “You can kiss your trust fund goodbye! If you want to sleep with pogues you can live like one for all I care!”
Rafe bites his tongue as he guides you back to his own car, fishing in his pocket for the keys with his free hand. He gets you in the passengers seat and buckles you in as your head drops back against the headrest, hardly able to support its own weight.
“Y/N/N, hey, can you hear me?” Rafe asks, reaching up and grabbing your head gently to look at your cheek, checking for cuts or bruises. He frowns when he sees your cheek red and feels it burning under his fingers- it’ll have a nasty bruise tomorrow. He pulls out his phone and texts Sarah, telling her they have to go- right now. She had been looking for you most of the night too, surprised when you disappeared more than usual.
You just hum in response. You know you’re safe now, and you don’t have to exert as much energy to say anything at all.
“I’m gonna take you back to my house. We’ll get you cleaned up, and, uh, yeah. We’ll figure shit out.” He nods, more to himself than to you. He gently lets your head rest back and he shuts the door, seeing Sarah running over from the building, a confused and worried look on her face.
“What happened? Is that Y/N?” Sarah asks her brother, looking in the window.
“Yeah, her dad fucking drugged her. I walked out to him hitting her and yelling at her about shit that didn’t even happen.” He explains, opening the drivers side door.
“What? Oh my god.” Sarah replies, opening the back door and climbing in. “Oh my god, should we take her to the hospital?”
“I think she’s fine… Let’s just go back home and figure out what to do.” Rafe says, quickly starting the car and driving out of the lot being careful to avoid any potholes. He’s never driven so carefully.
Sarah helps carry you in, quick to grab water, some towels, and a bucket to place by your side of Rafe’s bed. It’s not likely to be pretty when you wake up. By the time you get back to Tannyhill, you’re hardly conscious, and Sarah has to hold every door for Rafe as he carries you in.
They don’t know what to do besides get you into bed when you get back to their house. Sarah helps you change into some of her pyjamas while Rafe decides to wait outside the door. He wishes he could get you something to eat, watch a movie together, do something normal, but you can hardly keep your eyes open. It would honestly surprise him if you knew where you were.
“What do we do?” Sarah whispers to him as he walks back in, both of them standing over you passed out in his bed.
“I don’t know.” Rafe mumbles, shaking his head. He can’t take his eyes off you.
“Should we call the cops?”
“They wouldn’t do shit. They’re as much in Y/D/N’s pocket as they are dads.”
“Well, we can’t take her home.” Sarah thinks out loud. “I don’t know how long she can stay here, dad will take his side for sure. I could bring her to John B’s tomorrow?”
“No.” Rafe shuts that idea down. “I’ll figure it out… You go to bed, Sare.”
“You can’t protect her here, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Then I’ll leave too. Get us our own place, I don’t give a fuck.”
“What? You guys aren’t even official- how do you think she’ll feel about moving in with you?”
“We’ll figure it out, okay? Just leave us alone. Please.” He sighs, rubbing the sides of his head. He doesn’t know what to do. He really doesn’t. All he knows is that he has to keep you safe.
Sarah rolls her eyes at him and leaves, giving you a worried glance over her shoulder before shutting the door quietly behind herself.
Rafe crawls in bed next to you after taking his suit off, watching you sleep and trying to pretend everything is normal; trying to pretend that he was allowed to bring you home after Midsummers because this is where you wanted to be.
You look so peaceful, but as the bruise starts to develop on the normally soft and unscathed skin of your cheek, Rafe dreads having to explain what happened to his parents in the morning. He doubts anyone will even believe him.
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