ೀ TWEE!READER who takes it upon herself to steal rafe’s boxers. not for nasty things… just to make them cutesy! she stitches pretty little designs like both of their initials, ladybugs, and hearts. just small along the hem.
but she doesn’t tell him, living for the almost agitated twitch of his eye when he pulls them on and sees the pink thread spelling out her name under the waistband. as soon as she flashes that dopey smile with a whispered, “jus’ wanted to make ‘em pretty, rafey…” he can’t stay mad for long, his mind racing with ideas.
then, he makes her stitch his name into all her undergarments. sliding the cotton panties to the side as he’s rolling his hips into her tight cunt. the slopping sound of his cock nudging her g spot making her pretty nails clutch the polka dot sheets beneath her. hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks in pleasure only making rafe’s gut churn with more arousal. he huffs out a moan, running his thumb over the red thread that spells rafe’s as he whispers against her mouth.
“fuuuck, there you go, kid— ‘rafe’s’ yeah? s’all mine?”
does twee have a job??? i know you mentioned her being pogue turned kook, im wondering if she’s kept a job she had as a pogue 🤭….
TWEE!READER who is a cart girl! she started the job right before her father came into money and wanted to keep it. mainly because she misses the pogue lifestyle and working makes her feel less guilty about now living in a nice house.
she receives a lot of tips because the players think she’s the cutest thing! rambunctious and teasing, having inside jokes with all the members. in her little cart girl uniform, tight polo and pleated skirt. her striped socks and maryjane’s. hair always done up in some cute style. she’s a natural born people pleaser and can happily stay afloat in the midst of these golf playing men. but only because she doesn’t entertain their foul intentions, too naive to assume anything bad.
but she actually met rafe after her shift ended, parking the cart back in its ‘home’ and gathering her things. he’s just leaving when he passes her by, having been in the carolina sun all day golfing with his boys. they’ve since left and he found himself lingering just a bit more, hoping to catch that cute cart girl he saw at the ninth hole.
he’s handsome, that’s the first thing she notices. and her mind races, hoping to maybe see him on her shift tomorrow. the daydreaming causes her to trip. thankfully, she caught herself before eating shit, not without attracting the attention of the cameron boy, though. his hands shooting out to her shoulders and steadying her.
“you good?”
she smiles sheepishly, smoothing down her hair. twee nods and looks down at her shoes, frowning at the scuff on the leather of her new shoes. goddamnit. when she looks up at him again, eyes squinting in the setting sun, rafe feels his own smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
“sorry— was just… thinking…” she trails off slightly.
rafe actually huffs out a laugh, and she becomes more embarrassed than before. her grimace makes his grin soften.
“don’t worry ‘bout it, yeah? s’all good.”
her little grin is adorable and rafe trails his eyes down her body when she turns to retrieve something from her cart. miles of smooth skin disappearing underneath that short skirt, he can just barely see the lace edge of her panties, until her dainty hand reaches back and pulls the skirt down a little.
“glad you caught me then—“
his eyes snap up back to hers when she turns around with what he assumes is her purse, smirking and crossing his arms. her playfulness isn’t lost on rafe and he finds himself reciprocating, flirting.
“oh, so it’s a habit of yours to trip into eligible bachelors?”
she giggles and rafe knows he’s in.
he sets his jaw, noticing her looking up at him through those dark lashes. she leans back against the cart and crosses one ankle over the other. rafe’s eyes are drawn to the movement and trail slowly up her legs. when he meets her eyes again, she has a knowing smile on her cute face.
“bet you, uh, get a lotta these dudes in trouble, huh?”
the way she cocks her head to the side, an innocent gleam in her eyes, makes his shorts feel just that much tighter. her voice is soft and unsure when she replies, “whaddaya mean?”
rafe shrugs, smiling lazily and scratching his ear. “pretty thing like you workin’ here… dunno, ‘m sure it makes it hard to focus on golf…”
her huff paired with an eye roll makes his chest swell. he can see the smile she’s biting back and chuckles, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
“y’know i— i gotta see you somewhere other than here, if you wanna…” he mumbles lowly, holding the device out.
“y’gonna get me fired, rafe…” she teases.
his name has never sounded so good. rafe places his other hand hand over his heart, grinning at the giggle she lets out at his dramatic gesture.
“i promise, kid, swear on m’life. just one date?”
he’s putting on the works, he knows; charming smirk and narrowing eyes. but, twee is just a girl, in every sense of the word. so when she walks off after giving him her number, hundred dollar tip the handsome boy said was ‘all f’you’ tucked into her bra strap and a promise to text him her work schedule, she can’t hide the smile growing on her face.
rafe can’t hide his either, shaking his head and stuffing his phone back in the pocket of his golf shorts. walking out to his truck, he can’t think of anything else but the apple hairclip she was wearing and that little grin that made his heart stutter.
rafe on some serious business zoom meeting, then there's some shuffling happening on his end, and the next thing they see is a lump of pink in his lap.
literally shes just nuzzled into his neck, pressing closer and closer. she’s curled up impossibly small and his big arms hold her tightly, never letting the embrace waver. rafe doesn’t give a shit. he’ll hold his sweet girl in any situation. he had waited sooo long to have someone need him like she does. it’s perfect, she’s perfect.
but her favorite is to sit between his legs under the desk and rest her cheek on his thigh. she just feels so small like this — staring up at her man while he handles business, his hand mindlessly petting her head. sometimes, when he doesn’t take off his shoes just yet (rushing into the home office and practically ignoring her), she straddles his foot and shifts restlessly. the slight friction gets her worked up more and more, huffs and puffs falling from her pouty lips. that’s when rafe grips her hair and pulls her head back. he doesn’t say anything, just gives her that look of warning. then she’s back to just waiting for him to finish, content to just be near him.
ೀ TWEE!READER who always expects rafe to make her a ring out of any straw wrapper. he did it once absentmindedly on one of their first dates to self soothe. she just about melted when he casually took her hand and slipped the paper ring on, not even pausing his sentence.
nowadays he does it immediately: fingers twisting the paper and wrapping it around her ring finger to size it, continuing to talk to his boys. all the while she sits with a little grin, ballet flat clad foot poking his leg happily. he definitely gets looks if they are eating out with topper and kelce, but doesn’t give a shit when she’s tucked into his side and admiring the white paper like it’s a huge diamond. she thanks him each and every time. and he acts like he doesn’t give a damn, but it makes his heart swell.
(“thank you, rafey… s’pretty…”
“i mean it’s— it’s paper, but yeah— no problem, kid.”)
at the beginning though, it definitely meant more to her than him. it only became a thing when she one time took the wrapper and happily handed it to rafe. he looked at her confused and crumpled up the paper wrapper, brushing it off and mumbling about her being silly. she glared and ignored him the whole way back to her house. it was their first “fight”, all quickly forgiven with soft coos and her showing rafe all the paper rings she’s kept since they started dating.
that’s when it became clear just how sentimental she is (he always jokingly calls her a hoarder). rafe especially loves that about her, though. all the paper rings are stored away in a tiny little box usually meant for jewelry. each wrinkled and ripped, some falling apart. but she treasures them all and it caused her boyfriend some serious cuteness aggression when he found out.
as the months go by, and she gets more rings each week, the box is getting pretty full. when she complains to rafe about such, he promises to get her a real ring soon so she can wear it all the time.
rafe who literally rocks TWEE!READER to sleep. mumbling all about his day because he knows how much she loves his voice. she’s such a napper and will immediately crawl into his lap at a day party, on his boat, anywhere. just to be close to her man. all rafe can do at this point is spread his legs a little further and lean back, adjusting her skirt to make sure it stays covering her and possessively holding her head. he just starts cooing lowly into his sweet girls ear, how could he say no???!!!!!!!
ೀ RAFE and TWEE!READER at a party. he’s more than a little drunk and maybe a bit high as well. twee!reader doesn’t mind though, not when he’s pressing sweet kisses to the side of her head every few minutes, when he’s staring down anyone who dare look at her sideways, when she’s in her favorite place ever; his lap.
it’s her first kook party, and she was practically vibrating with nervous excitement. she spent an hour picking out the perfect outfit, modeling happily for her boyfriend (and then sucked him off before they left, due to said modeling).
rafe’s hands are wandering, squeezing and rubbing the skin left exposed from her dress. if he’s feeling especially bold, his fingers will disappear under the fabric and snap the elastic of her frilly bloomers. her own scratch at his forearm, feeling the warm skin prick with goosebumps at the caress of her apple painted nails. his strong arms feel like the perfect place to be as she perches on his thighs.
he’s not even looking at her when he touches her, a revelation that makes a warmth bloom in her chest. feeling all mushy inside as she stares down at his arms wrapped around her.
it’s natural for him to touch her, a physical act he does without even thinking.
she feels his laugh rumble against her back, so deep it vibrates her bones. maybe she’s also a bit drunk. when she leans back against him further, turning her head to watch him adoringly, that’s when rafe begins to completely register her presence. his eyes are half lidded and hazy when they look at her, yet completely focused on her face. her own are darting around his face, almost crossed from how hard she’s staring at his handsome features.
“mmh, hey, kid…. whaddaya doin’?”
she smiles warmly, feeling a dizzy haze blanket her mind, looking between his eyes and his wet lips moistened by his tongue. her usually talkative nature subdued by the alcohol and a few hits of the joint he let her have earlier, “mmm… nothin’…”
his smile is dazzlingly, lazy and cocky in that specific rafe way.
“nothin’? nahhh, y’gotta be doin’ something.” he drawls out raspily, biting at her neck in a playful motion.
he relishes in the way she shys away, shoulders pressing to her ears and fluttering lashes against her cheeks (“stoppp—“). but that twinkle in her eye and mischievous smile gives away her enjoyment. she pushes her shoulder back into him in a small protest, he huffs out a laugh before softening his tone.
“hmm? y’feeling good, sweet girl?”
his slurred, gentle words and the tip of his nose nudging hers makes her shiver, an excited flutter taking over her body. she silently nods her head with a small smile, happy to stay in their own little world right now. feeling too dizzy to move from this spot.
he knows. cause he always knows her little nuances.
so, rafe hums in acknowledgment, tilting her head up by her chin. he can’t look at her gorgeous face for too long without needing to kiss her senseless. he leans in, pressing a kiss to her pale pink painted lips. her mouth parts eagerly and she feels him smirk against her mouth.
the sensation is goosebump inducing, only increased by the alcohol flowing through her veins. they pull back, her giggling under her breath, thumbing away the light stain that transferred to his mouth.
rafe’s hands move to her hips, squeezing once before he presses his lips to her temple again, a firm promise even in his intoxicated stupor.
“doin’ so good… lookin’ kook already, kid,” he says, his words a quiet mumble in the midst of the rowdy party.
a beat passes before his hands slip up under her dress again, knuckle bumping her clit. she huffs but spreads her legs further.
big fan of apples & buttons, wears bloomers to bed, pogue turned kook, always with cutesy painted nails, weird girl of rafe’s dreams, snapping pictures constantly, polka dot & stripped socks, drives a lime green bug, dragging her bf to estate sales, napping, stitching designs into his boxers, talkative (at her own expense), uses her daddy’s new money to buy sewing supplies, a bit ditzy, overall a good girl with whiny tendencies… ✶
hi queen happy bdayy! can i get marshmallows for toasting with trailerpark!rafe and twee!reader
“i’ma take care of you, dont’ya worry kid.” ASGHJKFOSND🙈
TRAILERPARK!RAFE + TWEE!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
slightly codependent couple, reader was kicked out of her parents house when they found out she was dating rafe, he takes care of her (obviously), nicknames like ‘bambi’ & ‘kid’, she was very sheltered growing up, he has a bad temper w/ everyone but her, lost her virginity to him (rafe loves that), she insists on taking a bath together every night, he teaches her how to drive; she teaches him how to be softer… 🍎
