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[aidolona]

EX HUSBAND RAFE HEADCANONS !!

ex-husband!rafe will continuously come to your house telling you it's only to check up on your baby girl

ex-husband!rafe will catch himself calling you sweetheart and honey, and them stop himself before it gets out of hand, iching his head and tilting his head in that endearing way

ex-husband!rafe is in tune with your cycle, and you swear the man knows the exact day to send you chocolate and sweet things to handle your sweet tooth

ex-husband!rafe will sleep on the couch with a sheepish smile, but then will soon later join you in your bed, cradling you in the way that made your breath catch whispering "what's the master bed for then, huh?"

ex-husband!rafe will know everything about your dating life/borderline which may seen creepy but somehow you know it's for your health and somehow you understand it all

ex-husband!rafe will let the goddamn pretentious expensive preschool know that his daughter is worth the world and the last thing they want to do is piss the cameron's off

ex-husband!rafe would find himself desperately cracking an inside in an attempt to reminisce about times before your split

ex-husband!rafe will still introduce you as his wife in business outings, a sharp smile on his face while his hand wanders possessively low at the small part of your back, and sometimes you liked how he took stake of what was his

ex-husband!rafe would always attend school events for their daughter, cheering their daughter at the soccer match, and making decisions over coffee

ex-husband!rafe would have you a new bouquet every single time he comes to your house- almost as if to make up for every single one he didn't give you when the two of you were together

ex-husband!rafe still glances at you in that way where dull sparks travel up into your heart, and you feel the testament of time and the feeling that you would never forget the imprint he has on your mind

ex-husband!rafe always compliments you, and sometimes he kisses your forehead, and when you're crying too hard he bundles you in his arms and tells you everything

ex-husband!rafe watches cheesy romance movies with you, both of your legs entwined, and he watches you during those rom coms all teary eyed and telling him it was the best time for romance

ex-husband!rafe lets you know everything that happens in his life, if it's for a little chat or a ride in his car- and his car? he still drives you everywhere. who knows the types of sickos there are in the world? that's what he says to say as he rants furiously

ex-husband!rafe is still the first emergency contact in your phone, and when you get in trouble - he's running to you, arms open to cradle you in his warmth. he always knows how to handle the situation

ex-husband!rafe starts baking for you, and sometimes he leaves a few cupcakes or muffins every single he comes. at this point you feel the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him every single time he cheekily leaves more loafs of bread for you

ex-husband!rafe loves your daughter and you to the moon and back, and he calls the two of you, "his girls," and you swear sometimes you feel your heart break when you see the wary look on his face

ex-husband!rafe always avoids the question regarding why you split up, because he sees the way hot tears well up in your eyes, and the way your hands shake underneath the table and the last time a bastard asked that question--rafe almost punched him in the face

ex-husband!rafe curses himself every single day for signing those papers and letting the best goddamn thing he ever had go.

[aidolona]

imagine trying to justify and contextualize the 1830s line when taylor was dating a racist in 2023, wrote a song trashing everyone who called her out on dating a racist in the same album that line's from, and when she's currently dating a man that's expressed xenophobic sentiments in 2024. like, she doesn't even care about racism now lol.

[aidolona]

WHAT THE BUZZ! — RAFE CAMERON (smut 18+, mdni.)

pairing; boyfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe returns home with a fresh new haircut, and you don't know whether to be mad... or turned on

warnings: smut 18+, mdni. fingering, oral.

it was a peaceful saturday afternoon in the outerbanks. the sun slowly setting over the horizon as it emitted a soft golden orange hue to the sky from your window.

you quickly flipped over the next page of your magazine, feeling the glossy pages between your fingertips.

you had to admit you really hadn't done much today. besides going out for lunch with your boyfriend before he dropped you off at your house because he was meeting up with his friend barry for the afternoon.

that gave you an ample amount of time to paint your toes a bright white and to change your bed sheets to your favourite cream set with little pink roses decorating the fabric.

now you were lying on your bed, clad in a matching pyjama and fluffy light pink socks, kicking your legs as you read a magazine filled with unnecessary celebrity gossip lying on your stomach.

rafe was due to be at yours any minute, hopefully arriving with his promise of ice cream for dinner.

you didn't make any attempt to move as you heard your front door lock click and the sound of heavy footsteps making their way towards your room.

you bit your lip in anticipation, hearing the sound of rafe making his way to the front of your open bedroom door and his body leaning up against the door frame.

you smiled and you rolled your body over, making your way to sit at the edge of your bed.

though, instead of your boyfriend standing at your door, there was a man. seemingly resembling your boyfriend.

the same clothes, the same bright smile, the same strong arms with veins running down to his hands, but with... a buzzcut??

"rafe! what did you do!" you jump up from your place on your bed, padding your feet over to your boyfriend. you reach your perfectly manicured hand up to his usually soft, golden mop of hair, only to feel spikiness under your fingers.

"what? don't like it baby?" he asked, painting a mocking pout on his face as he brought his hands to the sides on your waist. "no-no. i-i i like it, its just.. different" he sighed, standing back so you could get a better look at the man in front of you.

his bone structure could probably fit any haircut he had, this one being no exception. he was utterly beautiful.

and as much as you are going to mourn the loss of carding your fingers through his soft locks, you could get used to how this new haircut made him look. which was even hotter, in your humble opinion.

"b-but. how am i going to play with your hair?" he raised his brow at your phrasing of what he knew you meant was 'how am i going to tug on your hair as you're eating me out'

"hair grows, pretty girl. but you and i both know that you playing with my hair is not your only problem with this" rafe stated smirking, the cold metal of his ring making contact with the bottom on your thigh as he hoisted you up so your legs were straddling his waist.

you squealed at his movements, draping your hands over his shoulders and he carried you over to your bed, dropping you softly where your head hit the pillows.

"why didn't you tell me you were getting your haircut?" you asked, changing the subject as rafe planted kisses down your neck.

"barry did it, said it would be fun to see your reaction." he murmured, not lifting his head up from your neck. "you shaved your hair to get my reaction, rafe!" you scolded, playfully pushing his head away from you.

"kinda, and my hair kept getting in my eyes, disrupted me from eating my meals" he said nonchalantly as he swiftly pulled your red heart-decorated cream colored shorts down your soft legs.

"what do you mean?" you asked, staring down at him through your lashes as goosebumps appeared all over the skin of your thighs from his fleeting touches as he pulled your white lacy panties off slowly.

"you, baby." he states simply, running one slender finger through your wet folds. you hissed at his touch, lulling your head to the side as you rested on your plush bunny lying on your bed, discreetly turning it over so it was facing the covers and not witnessing your lewd acts.

he spread your thighs further apart, kneading the skin as he licked a long strip across your slit, making you jolt.

"it's ok baby" he said softly, grabbing your hand for you to have something to hold onto as he watched you grasp the air near his head, not feeling the normal soft locs you were used to due to his recent haircut.

he began to drape your legs over his shoulders, pushing them against your chest as you whimpered, looking at you sternly as he used his large biceps to keep you pinned down.

he bowed his head down, the sound of him spitting offensively making its way to your ears as he took his finger and spread his salvia all over your pussy.

he shushed condescendingly and he entered his first finger into you, watching closely as it disappeared in you. "good girl, you're doin' so good for me yea?"

you nodded quickly at his question, feeling him kiss your clit once before diving in and moving his tongue all around your pussy. he pumped his finger in and out and he collected all your juices, eating you out like a starved man.

"god i love this pussy, so good to me" rafe says to himself, pushing you down further as he pushes another finger into you, making you squirm.

the coil in the bottom of your tummy tightens, getting closer and closer to exploding as he keeps sucking on your clit. your legs shake over his shoulders, making him to chuckle against you, vibrations pulsating through you from his actions.

your eyes squeezed your eyes shut, bringing your hands up to his biceps and pushing your acrylics so hard into him they were sure to leave marks, but he didn't care.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" he asked looking up at you, his lips puffy and slick with your juices.

you bit your now chapped lips as you nodded eagerly, his fingers how speeding up inside of you.

"o-oh my god rafe" you moaned, trying to pull away from him subconsciously but his arms not letting you move an inch. "c'mon sweet girl, give it to me"

your eyes rolled back and you came, his fingers and tongue working you through your orgasm as you squealed, thankful your parents weren't home for the evening.

"so, so sweet. love the taste of this pussy" rafe sighed, not making a move to stop after you had came, causing fat tears to roll down your cheeks from overstimulation.

"how many more do you think you can give me ma?"

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nahhh cause i know rafe lowk acting like a 10 year old sephora girl when you drag him in there.

“Rafe, stop messing with shit”, you slap at his arm as he mixes multiple lotions and retinols together.

And he’s just laughing at how mad you’re getting, continuing to make his potions.

“Rafe, I’m being serious. It’s not fair to the people who are working here,” you pout at him, holding his arm back from messing with anything else.

Now he’s stuck staring at you, and your glossy lips. “Would you relax, I’m not hurtin’ anybody,” and he wins you over, chasing your lips for a kiss or three.

You kiss him back for a moment, pushing his chest away, but he only takes the arm that pushed him away and leaves kisses on it.

“I’m serious, Rafe, behave. I’m almost done and then we can go wherever,” you blush, unable to even look at him.

“Me behave?”, he pulls you closer wrapping your arms around you from behind, “you’re the one getting all flustered.”

You shake your head, “five more minutes then we can leave.”

“Two,” he argues.

“Five.”

“Three?”

“Five”

He loudly groans, grabbing every color of the lipgloss you’ve been looking at and throwing it in your basket.

“Rafe!”, you complain, trying to sort through the colors you want and don’t want.

He reached into the pocket of his shorts, grabbed his wallet and handed his black card to you.

“Rafe, no - it’s too much.”

“Would you relax, I’m tryna spoil you.”

“But you’re not getting anything. I heard Fenty has a new lip balm that’s for men…” you ramble, and he just shrugs.

“I already have your lip balm. The uhhh… Summer one?”

“Summer Fridays?”

“Yeah, that one.”

Your eyes narrow, “that one’s not even yours, it’s mine.”

“Yeah, but I’m always kissing you so I’m always wearing it.”

“You’re not getting anything though, you should pick something.”

“I'm buying stuff for you, and you're mine, so really I'm buying stuff for stuff that's mine.”

You rolled your eyes, “I'm not listening to an explanation that long. Here, you're getting the Fenty men’s lip balm.”

Tossing the balm in your basket somehow made you feel a little bit better, buying something for him on his own card.

“I will never understand your logic,” he chuckled.

“I'll never understand how there isn't a ring on my finger and you have the nerve to call me yours?”

So Sephora didn't end up being your last stop at the mall - Tiffany was.

[aidolona]

Oh she’s getting cooked.

[aidolona]

I ACC LOVE UR ACC SMMM

Btw, can you pls do a bsf!rafe (who's low-key a little perverted) with shy, innocent!reader??

haha i feel like everyone looves pervy best friend rafe. this is like maybe if kook trio reader was actually shy reader

the boys were so nice, such good friends to you. you hadn't expected that a friendship between parents would lead to them inviting you into their exclusive boys club, the fourth in their trio.

but all of you got on surprisingly well—you could tell they were censoring themselves sometimes, maybe a couple less inappropriate jokes, drinking a little curbed because you weren't quite comfortable yet handling three drunk boys.

topper and kelce were nice, if not a little too polite. they never really bothered you, though they tried to include you in their conversations and make an effort.

no, it was rafe who really included you. he was everything a good friend should be—picking you up and dropping you off, never letting you walk home alone even if you guys were just hanging out at tannyhill down the road. he would get you your drinks and make sure you were a part of the conversation, never letting you sit alone or feel ignored.

he was being a great friend.. if not a little too much, too posessive. he didn't like when you talked to other boys, sometimes even if you were entranced in a conversation with top or kelce. sometimes it felt like he found reasons to drag you away.

and sometimes, though you thought you were imagining it, that rafe wouldn't actually do such a thing, you felt like he was touchier with you than others. he would often rest a hand on your knee at lunch, keep you on his lap at a party when you were too drunk and giggly to know better, to know this wasn't normal.

"that girl was looking at me.." you tell rafe, seated next to him on the couch. he'd just had you in his lap, but you'd crawled off to go freshen up, returning to the spot next to him. his arm is swung around your shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"who?" he asks, glancing around. he doesn't see anyone.

"over there. she's been looking at you all night. i think we gave her the wrong idea, rafe-"

"wrong idea?"

"she's gonna think.. y'know. that we're together, or something." he doesn't even turn to look around, to see who it is.

"who cares, kid? let 'em think what they want." you look up a little confused, and rafe leans in to talk into your ear. "lions don't care about the opinions of sheep, right?" the way he says it, though any other day you'd smack his arm and laugh, makes your whole body shiver.

"yeah," you agree, not wanting rafe to think you disagree with him.

he spots kelce and top in the distance, walking closer, and he scoops you back into his lap with two strong hands on your hips. "gotta make room," he says while you squirm.

you settle in though, making yourself comfortable. he has to try hard not to keep staring down the front of your dress or moving too much—doesn't want you to know he's hard for his new little best friend.

yet, that is. no, he's gonna have you folded in half on his bed that he keeps telling you is perfectly fine to sleepover in, bent over in the back seat of the truck he picks you up in, pushed against the wall in the bathroom at the club where he takes you to show you around.

he's playing the long game, and he's enjoying it, a hand on your waist while you sip on your drink and talk to him about something, not kelce or top.

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your brows furrow as you sigh, glaring at your boyfriend who’s eyes stayed focused on his device, fingers typing away for the past ten minutes. you’re slightly sitting up, your back against the end of the sofa and a small bat plushie, legs strayed along on rafe lap.

you push your calves hard down against rafe’s thighs, a small grumble passing your lips. “yes?” your boyfriend asks, feeling the pressure of it. “miss you,” you confess, mischievous smile lacing your face.

“i’m right here,” he replies, removing one hand from his phone to squeeze one of your socked feet. “no you’re basically not,” you prompt, fiddling your foot out of his hold, pushing yourself up to crawl on his lap, legs strapped at the sides of his waist as you take your seat.

“i want attention,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “wow, shocker.” he chuckles mockingly, shoving his phone in his pocket and placing his arms around your waist, leaning his head back on the sofa, apple head bobbing when he swallows. you twitch, looking down at his neck.

you truly act on impulse, simply wanting to express your love on rafe — leaning in as your teeth soft dig into your boyfriend’s flesh, humming as you bite down. it wasn’t the first time you did this, rafe almost completely used to your strange ways of conveying love. when you lightly tug on his skin, he squeezes your waist. “careful alright? think you’re watching too much.. twilight or some stupid shit.” he hisses slightly, pulling your necklace from the back to tug you off.

you pout, scowling almost as you push your hips down to make a small bounce on his lap — a replacement for what could have been a stomp against the ground. “i wanna bite you,” you add rather obviously, his neck adorned with a stain of your lipstick and teeth marks.

“‘kay, i know little miss vampire, that’s fine but i got stuff to do later. business things to run.. i-i can’t be leaving the house looking like a damn.. animal tried to attack me,” he prompts, caressing your cheek to make up for his slightly harsh tone.

you groan, rolling your eyes lightheartedly and turning your head away. “business smidgeness.” you complain, crossing your arms. “mhm, exactly.” he proceeds, ignoring your sarcasm. “wanna buy your things don’t you? that’s what it takes.” he forcibly uncrosses your arms, pushing you to his chest. “fix your face.” he mumbles.

you nod, easily relaxing in his hold, head rested up on his shoulder. “ugh. okay.. fine,” you accept, pressing only a small kiss on his skin. “but i’ll get my loving later.” you giggle.

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THAT. ARM.

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♱ ‧₊˚ you find it hard to focus when jj maybank is talking— or more accurately, ranting.

he’s frantic, pacing, rambling on and on about something you’re not entirely listening to, something about gold? the details were hazy. sat on the couch, the only thing you can seem to focus on is the way his hips sway, accentuated by the low-hanging sweats he’s sporting, his self-made muscle tank billowing as he walks, giving you sight to his toned abdomen. he’s slightly sweating, hair tousled, and— he’s stopped.

“are you even listening to me, man?” he’s not annoyed, you don’t think. disappointed, maybe. you try your hardest to look up at him, to open your mouth and say something, but he turns to face you fully, and your eyes are locked on the imprint of his dick in those sweats. you can barely even register the way he tuts at you, chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. wordlessly, he strides towards you, stopping when his hips are only inches away from your face, pushed outwards only slightly to make sure your eyes stay locked on his cock.

a hand makes its way to your hair, stroking gently. then, a tug, and he’s forcing you to look up at him, his gaze dark— face even. it makes you pathetically wet.

“you gonna answer me, or keep gawking at my cock like a little slut?” he says it so softly, you can barely hear it. your brain screams for you to answer him, panicked, but when you open your mouth nothing more than a croak comes out. suddenly, the room is hot— too hot, and your mind is blanking, and you look down at his crotch once more before you lose all sense of self.

your head dips forward, nose brushing his tip through the soft fabric of his sweats, shoving your face into his half-hard crotch. he welcomes it, using the hand already resting on the back of your head to push you further, guide you as you practically nuzzle him. you let out a soft sigh, tongue darting out when your face rubs along the length of him, hands clawing desperately at his thighs. you practically purr as you take in the scent of it, arousal clouding your judgement, mouthing and panting along his erection, desperate to get it into your mouth. you can hear him giggle softly into a moan when you raise yourself to kiss his lower stomach, eyes wide and pleading as you try ease his pants down.

“fuuuck, baby, ‘you wanted to suck me off so bad, you could’a said sum’n.”

[aidolona]

thinking about jj and his needy ass wanting to eat your pussy all the time. he loves to hear you whine, see you cry and overstimulate your little pussy.

CW: fem receiving oral, jj is a munchhhhh, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talk & praise.

p!link this is so our baby boy<3

“that’s it princess, doin’ so well f’me.” you squirm underneath his bruising hold, large palms firmly gripping at your hips as he holds you down, his tongue making slow circles on your overly sensitive clit.

a whine escapes you, your hips bucking wildly as your legs shake uncontrollably. you’re overstimulated, brain fried and exhausted from coming undone five times already.

“j-jj… n-no m-more. please” you’d whine, but that only spurred him on. jj loved when you whined, begging him to stop and give you a break. you tasted too damn good to stop though.

he’d suck your clit into his mouth, the lewd sounds of him sucking harshly at your sensitive bud bouncing off the walls before he releases your clit from his lips with a pop.

“no can do, baby girl. this pussy is too fuckin’ sweet to stop. you’ve made such a fuckin’ mess, look so fuckin’ sweet like this.”

his teeth bite down on your inner thighs, his tongue darting out and licking up the soft, plump skin. you jerk your hips back, the most pathetic whimpers and moans falling past your lips.

your thighs are burning, pussy pulsing as your sixth release nears. “l-last one? p-please, j. ‘m so sore and t-tired.”

his lips find your clit again, wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking softly. his right hand leaves your hip, two thick fingers pushing into your warm, arousal soaked cunt. he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of you, feeling you clench around them tightly.

he sucks on your clit faster, harder, his fingers picking up in speed. a high pitched whine is ripped from your chest, screaming jj’s name as you come undone around his fingers.

your body shakes, tears falling down your cheeks as jj helps you ride out your high. he slowly pulls his fingers from inside you, making you wince and hiss in a breath. he lifts his head, smiling down at you as you lay beneath him, completely spent.

he places a soft kiss on your inner thighs before climbing to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your still shaking body. “did so good for me baby, ‘m so proud of you.”

mmmm hope this is okay. my brain hates me lately and can’t write for shit but this was heavyyy on my mind this morning so yeah <3

daydreams

[aidolona]

felt cute today chat

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[aidolona]

Reallll

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no it doesn’t bother me at all (eating my own heart out)

[aidolona]

why small kittens are always either the most pathetic or the most evil creature you've ever seen

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Дрвенград (Drvengrad - Timber Town) is a traditional Serbian village located between the Zlatibor and Tara mountains on the Mećavnik hill. 
The interesting thing about the village is that everything is made solely out of wood, even the grounds.

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jj is definitely the type to have a black cat gf and adore the fuck out of her. calls her corny shit like buttercup and cupcake and smears kisses against her scowling face when she gets tired and a little grumpy, even at the whining protests of ‘jayj!’ against his spitslick lips. he loves on her in front of the group despite the fuss he knows she’ll make but inevitably succumb to his irresistible charms (as he puts it).

jj never saves her a seat just so he can tease and tell her to ‘come sit on daddy’s lap, princess.’ (which she will); only to tease her with the nickname in bed the same very night when he’s got her speared open wide on his cock, gasping and whining and grappling for any semblance of purchase against the lean muscle of his torso while he wrings every drop of pleasure he can muster from her aching body.

he knows she loves him when she sidles in close, soft with exhaustion and sleep and snoring against the sharp angle of his jaw, sleep shirt (jj’s tee) half covering the soft swell of her bottom, rucking up when she shuffles to cover more of his body with her own.

he knows she’s temperamental and intolerant, and though that would be enough to steer many guys clear of her, it only reeled him further in.

because all the soft moments are saved for him.