thinking about creepy bsf!rafe who’s obsessed with you
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who begs for your nudes almost every single day and will never leave you alone until you say yes. For the most part, you always give in to his pleas and send him all the pics. He only encourages you to send them ‘just in case’ someone else were to get a hold of them. He’s only keeping them just to protect you.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who can’t help but discreetly take pictures of you whenever you’re not looking so he can add them to his little collection later on. Who reminds himself that these pictures are simply for adoration and memories. Who also finds himself jerking off to all of your pictures in the middle of the night. His thick ropes of cum spurts out as he starts at his favorite picture of your plump tits.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who constantly reminds you that your relationship with him is very special, and no one could ever come in between you guys. He knows for certain that no man will ever love you like he does. Rafe loves you to death!!
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who initiates sleepovers whenever he’s not working. Who waits until he hears your soft snores before reaching under your top to play with your hardened nipples. It’s not the first time he’s done this and it simply won’t be the last.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who grips your tits even harder as you lean further into his touch in your drowsy state. Who takes it even further and pops one of your nipples into his mouth to be even closer to you. Who ends up falling asleep painfully hard with your tits in his face.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who wakes up to find his semi-hard cock deep inside your throat. Who almost cums too early just from the way your tired eyes look up at him as you bob your head up and down his length. Who softly caresses your face as he pushes your head down even more.
EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who swallows every ounce of his nut and keeps going until Rafe’s shaking, twitching, and shivering all over the fucking bed. Who doesn’t stop even when Rafe’s thick thighs clamp around your head in a desperate attempt to push you off of him.
EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who kisses Rafe passionately with her cum-stained lips and falls back asleep on his chest. Whose heart flutters at the fact that she has the most amazing best friend ever.
author’s note: FAWKKKKKK I just watched the new (not really) Hellraiser and he looked SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINEEEE!!! I NEED HIM TO BREED MEE!!
The bruising on your jaw, sternum and upper arms made you shudder. Also, Rafe's words echoed in your brain, and you could not stop them, no matter what...
You had sex with Rafe after the Midsummer Night's Ball, and, besides it being your first time, it was nothing like you hoped, heard of or imagined.
The Cameron boy was mean and brutal, his thrusts demanding and sharp. He did make you come though, multiple times, but the disgusting things he called you, and how his fingertips pressed too tightly on your skin threw you off. Not to mention when he literally dug his teeth into your cheekbone, tearing the skin and making you blood. Your dream shattered, and you genuinely thought he did not like you, why else would he call you a "dirty fuckin' slut" ?
"C'mon, don't give me that look, baby", Rafe spat, licking his lips as he gripped your wounded jaw. You whimpered in his hold, feet tangling in his expensive silk sheets. "You make me want to shove you down and fuck you again".
"Do...uh, do you like me?", you asked, shuddering again at his straightforward confession. He laughed at you, and you noticed the bulge in his boxers growing harder again.
"I think I made it clear last night", Rafe joked, now sitting next to you on his bed. He was not a fan of aftercare, he found it disgustingly sweet, but he liked being in your company.
"B-but you were so mean", your voice broke as you confessed that, taking your lower lip between your teeth.
"Well, that was your fault, not mine", he shrugged, resting his chin on your knee.
"How?", you furrowed your brows.
"You made me do that. C'mon, don't act innocent, it ain't working with me. I know how girls like you are", he replied and you flinched.
"What do you mean?", you asked again, sincerely.
"Well, you wanna be fucked like a filthy bitch, don't you? Huh?"
You shook your head violently, trying to pull away from his arms that were now gripping your elbows. Rafe puffed, a short, dry laugh escaping from his broad chest. "That's what you all say. Yet you came on my dick, and I'm pretty sure that you're wet as fuck, now. Should I, uh...should I check?"
His words made you doubt yourself, and, in the end, you were convinced Rafe Cameron was totally right.
Hello! This is my first ever request! I was wondering if you could do a Drew starkey x actress(reader) who have been together for a while now but the public doesn’t know. And they’re spotted together in the set OBX 5 being all cute
I loved you here
Pairing: Drew Starkey x fem!reader.
Masterlist | Who am i? | REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
a/n: Extra fic this week! this is my favorite trope so ask for more, i begggggg. Actually i'm already plotting for a fic hehehe, might've already written it even 👹
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none
Word count: 0,8k
It was the last first day back on set and as bittersweet as that was, you couldn’t help the flicker of joy curling in your chest. For the first time in months, you and Drew would be in the same city, your schedules finally aligning like stars that had kept missing each other in orbit. It sounded like an insane way to maintain a healthy relationship, seeing each other between shoots, flights, time zones and premieres, but it worked and had worked for five years now, soon to be six.
Quiet, solid and steady amidst the chaos.
Everyone was already out in wardrobe, gathering in groups on set to take promo pictures when you finally stepped out of the makeup trailer. Your stylist adjusted a hair strand behind you as the makeup artists trailed out, checking your face under the light one last time.
You picked up your pace slightly, not wanting to keep anyone waiting and then you saw Drew standing near the edge of the uneven ground where the trail met the set’s main path, a little higher up than the rest. His gaze lifted, caught yours and as always, softened instantly.
You smiled. “Hi baby.”
“Hi,” he said back, just as warm. “You didn’t have to rush.”
You reached the edge of the drop and before you could think of climbing down, Drew stepped forward, gripped your waist and lifted you gently off the ledge, placing you down right in front of him like it was second nature. You steadied yourself with a hand on his chest. “You didn’t have to wait.”
“I wanted to,” he simply said, his voice low and easy. “You look beautiful.”
You brushed his hand as you fell into step beside him, pinkies barely brushing until they caught and looped together for just a second between you and around, castmates and crew chatted as they walked, heading toward the first shoot location.
“Last first day,” he said quietly.
You glanced around, the familiarity of it all sinking in. “I’m definitely crying on the last day.”
“I’ll start tonight,” he laughed.
You chuckled, nudging his shoulder. “Have you thought about what you’re gonna ask to keep?”
“Yeah,” he said, almost too quickly.
You gave him a look. “Oh really? That confident?”
“Mhm. I’m not asking though and I already stole it.”
You blinked, curious. “It better not be more of the gold, because if you’re stockpiling, I’ve got to return mine before we get in trouble.”
Drew grinned, turning his head just enough to catch your expression. “It’s you, baby. Found you here first and I’m not giving you back.”
You bumped into him with a laugh and slid an arm around his waist as you walked. He squeezed your side gently in return.
“That was smooth,” you said, impressed.
“I try.”
You reached up and plucked the sunglasses off his face, sliding them onto your own. “You nailed it, baby. Don’t doubt yourself.”
It had been obvious from the start that you were each other’s best thing. The quarantine FaceTime calls, all the red carpets, night shoots, line rehearsals and late-night takeout meals in cramped trailers, were all part of the story. Growing up in this industry with Drew had changed your life in more ways than you could count but most of all, it had made everything feel a little less heavy and a whole lot more worth it.
For the next few hours, as you moved between locations for the photos, you and Drew created a game. One of you would point at a spot on set and the other would tell the memory tied to it. That bench where you both fell asleep during a night shoot in season two, that path you’d ran off to, to kiss hiding from prying eyes and the dock behind the crew tent where you’d whispered “I think I’m in love with you,” when you hadn’t meant to.
As always, unsurprisingly so, you forgot people could see that sort of connection, much less film it, which was what happened.
You and Drew had always been quiet about it and as discreet as you could, or at least, you thought you were. But that moment had been captured, as many others by the always-watchful lenses of fans across the field. The videos were posted within the hour and then they were everywhere.
obsessedfilmupdates are they friends?
outerbnxfiles Sooo much worse
rafeanatics Last year hoping they’ll fall in love 😪
sunkissedstarkey I need them to realise they’re perfect for each other like FAST
outerbanksfeed Stand down, soldier. I think we did it
The comments poured in like waves, relentless, warm and achingly observant. Fans had always seen it, what had always lived quietly between the takes and under the surface. The comfort, the soft familiarity and the way you looked at each other like home. Even without confirmation, it was a fantasy millions had collectively chosen to internalise. It maybe wasn’t yet real to them but clearly it wasn’t a performance either and that was more than enough.
If this was the beginning of the end, this last season, this last stretch of long nights and early mornings, you were okay with it—because he had been there at the start and you knew, no matter where the story ended on screen, he’d be there long after the credits rolled.
