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[daintcas]

can you write something where you go into mean!rafes tent when you’re camping with friends late at night, claiming you heard a noise but he doesn’t believe you and he discovers you’re true intentions was just to get in his pants🙏

oh my god this is so creative 😭 switched it up just a lil but i think it still fits ur idea !! apologies it took me so long to finally get around to it!

the leaves crunch under your feet as you approach the insanely massive and luxurious tent just a few feet from your own.

you knew it was risky since everyone else was already asleep in their equally as expensive sleeping arrangements. it must have been the long night of partying around a bonfire because the only sound filling your ears were the crickets lingering at the nearby creek.

with nobody to interrupt your poorly thought out and drunken plan - after a few too many hard seltzers - you slowly unzipped what you were pretty sure was the zipper of rafe's tent. in all honesty, you didn't know him. he was just one among many guys a mutual friend invited, but you were coherent enough to recognize the suggestive glances he spared you.

you bit your lip while carefully stepping inside, attempting to minimize the ruffle of the uncomfortable material. it's pitch black in the tent - which is tall enough for you to stand at your full height. that is until the light of a phone screen exposes you standing in the unwelcome space.

"the fuck are you doing?" the voice is low and mean, clearly irritated at the invasion.

blinking your eyes open and looking straight into the only source of light, you pause for a moment before remembering the excuse you prepared earlier. "i, um— there was a noise. i thought it was coming from here?"

a scoff is what you get in return and the click of a lantern replaces the accusing spotlight from the device. that's when you get a good look at him, clad in grey sweats and a dark hoodie, socks bunched at his ankles. "a noise?"

blinking your heavy eyelids and looking up at him through your lashes, you can't help but feel adrenaline at the sarcasm in his tone. the drinks weren't working in your favor, that's for sure.

"mhm," you all but bob your head "in— in here. a noise." the amusement spreading across his face in the form of a smirk seals the deal, suddenly making you feel so small under his tall stature steadily approaching.

"riiight.." he draws out, raking in your form just like he had been before, but this time really taking it slow. from your fluffy socks up to the tiny victoria secret boxers, up to the lace bra peeking out from under your baggy sweatshirt.

if a cold night in the woods didn't give you goosebumps, his gaze certainly did. you let him encroach on your space, eyes glued to his face and tilting your head back to keep contact.

"you lyin'?" he finally questions, though his expression shows he already knows the answer - and already knows how you intend on responding.

"no.." you reply in a weak effort to keep up your story and use your hands to symbolize a crash as you add, "it was like a.. like a bang!"

his smile is a bit softer before returning to the menacing way it was before and he nods along with a taunting hum. nodding his head to end the discussion you both knew ended before it started, he acknowledges you directly. "why don't you tell me why you're really in here? not very safe sneaking around at night, is it?"

with a defeated sigh, you shake your head, tucking some hair behind your ear and standing calmly in a way you normally wouldn't if sober and well-rested.

a million thoughts run through his mind of exactly how this situation could play out as he tongues at his cheek and watches you closely. eventually deciding to think with the tent in his pants rather than the one sheltering the two of you, he leans right in your face and nudges your chin up to face him with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

"i'm sure your lil tent is cold, huh? why don't you uh— let me keep you warm, hm?" he offers while letting the scenarios run wild in his head. a pretty girl willingly bringing herself to him in the middle of the night, secluded, with nobody else in earshot.

it's like that's all you were waiting for because an eager yet still sweet and innocent smile finds your face. only able to squeak out a "'kay" before he's leading you gently by your upper arm to an air mattress - as of now still completely inflated.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

[daintcas]

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jj would love having a clumsy gf.

i mean, he's not very graceful himself... exhibit a: him flying over a mop bucket, and exhibit b: him faceplanting outside the chateau. man's got experience.

he’s quick to brush it off, shouting “m’okay!” and continuing like nothing happened. he’s not shy of the spotlight, but i don't think he's comfortable with making everyone worry. even when he gets knocked out and pushed over the side of a boat, he makes a joke as soon as he wakes up to lighten the mood.

he'd have a playful reaction to your clumsiness too, trying to laugh it off with you as long as there isn't a threat of tears.

"what's goin' on, cupcake? this door run into you?" jj furrows his brows, rushing over as always to assess the situation. you nod sadly, and he breathes hard through his nose, turning his attention to the rickety door of the chateau.

"who do you think you are? huh, punk?" he kicks it back against the wall with a thud, the entire wooden frame wobbling on its hinges. "yeah—see what happens next time you mess with her."

it works like a charm, almost every time making you giggle at the spectacle he's making for you. he'll go on for as long as you need, he'll rip the door off the wall if it'll make you feel better, he just can't stand seeing you upset.

because of that, he is always the first to downplay anything embarrassing that you do with the group. when the cooler outside the chateau runs out of beer, you volunteer to run inside and grab another case. on your way back out, you slip on one of the wooden steps, landing with a thud. your back smacks against the stairs, and the case drops from your grip, landing square on the bottom step. you hear a bubbling erupt from inside the cardboard box, and you sigh. the pogues sitting around the yard all gasp, frozen in place with the unexpectedness of your fall. if the bruise on your back isn't going to make you cry, this might. jj is up in no time, shouting a "woah! woah! mama’s down!" and abandoning his turn to flip burgers at the grill to jog over and help you stand.

"y'alright?" you take his hand and stand beside him, rubbing at your back with the other one. he gets in front of you, running his calloused hands down the sides of your arms. "babe? did y'hit your head?"

"no." you squeak, and he notices your bottom lip trembling, sending his brain into overdrive. you turn to look down at the now leaking case of beer sitting on the bottom step. he follows your eyes, tilting his head to the side when he addresses you again. "alright—nothing to get all upset over."

he rubs your arm, holding out a hand as he moves away from you like you're a spooked deer. he grabs the case, ripping open the side to assess the damage. he pulls out one dented can with a stream spilling from the side. "the rest are as good as new, cupcake. don’t sweat it.”

he tucks the box under his arm, cracking open the disfigured drink and taking a long drink. the beer sits limply in his grip, still spilling from the bottom. he cocks his head as if to ask you to follow. “c’mon, mama, walk it off. those stairs don’t know what hit ‘em.”

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rafe’s the jealous type, though you had never seen it coming. he was your friend, just like topper and kelce, but somehow, it was never really like it was with the other two. you tried to ignore it for as long as you could, for the sake of the friendship, but it was getting to be too much.

you weren’t even his friend first. working as a summer intern for topper’s mom had led to a few chance encounters already with the boys when they’d drop by. it wasn’t until his mom insisted he take you along that you got to know them a little bit more. you were surprised at how well the four of you got along, even though rafe seemed opposed to you tagging along at first.

but you think you’d won him over in the next few weeks, and now months later, you could easily argue that you were the closest with rafe now. it was pretty apparent—he drove you everywhere, picked you up first and let you have permanent shotgun. when you need to crash after the party runs late, you always end up back at tannyhill, topper and kelce passed out on the couch downstairs or the floor of the guest room, always leaving the bed empty since they think you’ll be crawling in—though you never do. no, you’re asleep next to rafe on his bed, tangled limbs and sheets, waking up wondering if cuddling with your best friend was normal for everyone.

but you’ve never really had guy friends, so you ignore some of the warning signs. you think they’re overprotective, overcaring. you shove aside the thought creeping up, reminding you that only rafe acts like that towards you. you’ve convinced yourself it’s normal.

you’re always invited to tee time—though you mostly sit in the cart with your legs resting on the dash, reading your book and daydrinking. you think the outfits are cute, tiny golf skirts and matching caps, and it gave you an excuse to take the boys shopping—your favorite activity. 

rafe steps away to take a call and comes back to find you on the course, hands slowly trying out a nine-iron while kelce stands behind you, trying to guide your position. 

“no, plant your feet. firm, and then when you swing, twist like this-” it only takes another second, kelce’s hands barely settling on your waist to help you move, when rafe snaps.

“you’re shit at golf anyways, kelce, why’re you showin’ her?” you’re a little taken aback that he’s being so mean, but kelce just rolls his eyes, walking over to top while rafe heads to you. 

rafe doesn’t hesitate at all, doesn’t try to be polite and not creepy like kelce was. his hands go straight on your waist, lower to your hips. he presses himself right behind you, taking your hands in his to help you swing. with his help, you actually hit the golf ball this time, sending it flying in the distance. you squeal, jumping up and down and hugging rafe. you don’t catch the way kelce and topper exchange a look.

other days it’s a little more confusing. you think rafe just changes his mind a lot. 

you pack enough lunch for an army—which is just a necessity with the way these boys eat. topper’s just gotten some new fancy boat, and sarah’s busy so he invites you and kelce to take it for a spin instead. 

“rafe’s not coming?” you question on the phone, looking at the strawberries and peaches you’d cut up specially for him. you don’t know why you feel so disappointed—top says he’s busy with his dad, which is more important. your mood dampens up a little but picks up soon—you love spending time with kelce and topper anyways! you think you’re single-handedly fixing tops’s relationship with sarah and turning kelce into boyfriend material for this girl he’s had a crush on forever.

at the marina, you walk around looking for this new boat, the words top had used to describe it meaning little to you. you’re a little dolled up already, a pretty white coverup hiding a yellow bikini, a new one you’d just gotten. actually, rafe had bought it for you. he said he wanted you to have it.

“what you lookin’ for, kid?” you hear a familiar voice call out from behind you. you turn to see rafe, stepping off the druthers onto the dock with you.

“i thought top said you’re busy?” you ask, looking around.

“i am. what’re you doin’ here?”

“top said he’s bringing his new boat out. i’m supposed to meet kelce and him here but i can’t find it, wake, uh, something. i packed lunch,” you finish, holding up the picnic basket. “but i know he said you can’t come, such a bummer-”

“i’m comin’.” 

“huh? he just told me-” “i’m takin’ the druthers out. c’mon, hop on. i bet those idiots sunk that thing already.”

you end up spending the whole day on boat with rafe—reading your book and eating slices of peach while talking to rafe about everything under the sun. top and kelce blow up your phone but you don’t even see it until you pick it up to take a picture of the sunset.

you finally realize something’s going on at the house party at kelce’s. rafe picks you up and you play with the skinny straps of your dress, wondering how to tell him what you’re thinking. he’s a good friend though—he always knows when you get like this.

“spit it out, kid. what?”

“well, i was thinking maybe i should crash at kelce’s tonight.”

“why?” he questions, like it’s the stupidest thing in the world. you don’t catch the way his grip tightens on the wheel. 

“well, last night.. everyone was saying it’s weird that i always crash at yours. and kelce always offers, he’s got that pull out bed-”

“y’not sleepin’ at kelce’s. or top’s.”

“why not?”

“‘cause i said so. don’t ask again.” and though you’re used to getting your way, you listen. at the party once you get a few drinks in you, you find your way back to the sofa where rafe’s exchanging packets of white powder for cash. you end up next to him, legs splayed over his and dress riding up, watching kelce and topper play pong with some people you don’t recognize. 

“m’tired,” you mumble, playing with your empty red solo cup. only rafe hears you.

“shouldn’t have drank so much so fast. what’s wrong with you, hm?”

“just tryna feel better.. and you won’t let me try coke so-”

“shut up about the coke. not gettin’ anywhere near the stuff.”

“you let kelce and top do it-”

“you’re not kelce and top. how much clearer do i have to make it?” your eyes fill with tears—you’re trying so hard to not be such a girl, but everyone has their limits.

“well, you’re not my boyfriend, so i don’t have to listen to you-” it comes out louder, getting the attention of your friends. kelce and topper exchange a look, wondering if what they’ve been waiting for is about to happen. you don’t want them to see you cry, so you run off into the opposite direction towards kelce’s empty room.

“nice going, rafe.”

“yeah, man, she’s definitely gonna fall in love with you after that.”

“shut up.” 

rafe follows you, knows where you went. he knocks on the door, twisting the handle even before you get a chance to respond. 

“go away, rafe.” you sit on kelce’s bed, staring down at your shoes. rafe come and crouches near you, putting his hands on your knees to keep you firmly in place, even though you try to pull away.

“hey, c’mon, kid. m’sorry. there, you happy now?”

“you’re a dick. leave me alone-”

“i’m fuckin’ trying, here, okay-” you stand up, pushing him away. “trying to do what? make our friendship all weird? mission-fucking-accomplished, because i can tell you don’t want me around, so i’m-” you get interrupted, rafe rushing up to you and forcing you into a kiss. his arms tighten around your waist, holding you hard. you melt into his touch, kissing him back. things are making more sense now.

“and watch your mouth with me.”

“shut up. you don’t know anything.” you lean back for another kiss.

“guys,” kelce yells out from outside the door. “please do not have sex on my bed.”

#hello this is beautiful ????!

[daintcas]

love languages rafe & jj like to give/receive !

rafe. contrary to popular belief, i think he kinda subconsciously shows his love through acts of service. it's just second nature for him to help you, even (especially) with the little things. he likes you having to depend on him because he's always just craved that validation. makes him feel important and needed, especially when he can help his girl out - even though i think he would be a bit passive-aggressive about it. stuff like brushing your teeth when you're too tired, washing your hair when you shower together, pulling your leg over his thighs to tie your shoe when it comes loose. all with a straight face.

his whole life i think he's just been needing reassurance. it's hard to calm him down and get him out of his head but when you reach up and gently hold his face, repeating how much you love him, he melts. once again trying to brush it off but that's all he has to hear and his head is dropping to your shoulder, taking sharp breaths to try and hold it in. the words of affirmation you whisper in his ear bring him back together.

jj. his hands are always all over you. like no exceptions either. when the group is just lounging around the chateau he's got you as close as physically possible. he doesn't really even realize it either, focused on the stupid debate between the pogues and really trying to get his point across while throwing his arm around you. your head tucked into his side, knees curled up to your chest all cuddled up against him. it gives him a boost of confidence with a pretty girl - his pretty girl - always with him, equally as blinded by his touch.

maybe it sounds bad but he loves receiving gifts from you. nothing expensive or too like.. thought out? little things you pick up from a thrift store, pawn shop, even shells from the beach and rocks from your walks. the most ridiculous trinkets and he just finds it so adorable that you thought of him. when you look up at him so sweet and hopeful as he looks over the literal bolt you picked up for some change, thinking he could 'use it on his bike'. and he just smiles and shakes his head, pocketing it to add to his collection of knickknacks from you.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

[daintcas]

your blog is sooo gorgeous 🥹💙

omg thank u bby!! 🤍 i try to keep it organized 😞

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[daintcas]

breaking up with rafe cameron (it lasts a day) !

your phone was blowing up furiously with notifications you didn't have to look at to know who it was. another text from your recently self-proclaimed ex-boyfriend pinged again.

'Where are you'

'Answer me.'

'I'm coming to your house'

'We're going to talk about this'

swiping off the messages from your lock screen and angrily flipping over your phone, you sat up in bed where you'd been sulking and threw off the covers.

he'd really hurt your feelings this time, off and gone doing god knows what (selling w barry) for days, usually without a single text. when you did finally get to see him, he had the audacity to be tense and mean towards you.

everyone knows about rafe's short temper, but you're the one who had to deal with it. after so much of letting him take it out on you - especially recently - and not having a spare second to love on your boyfriend, you'd had enough and stopped hanging around his house. shortly after, ending it through a single text.

the sound of his truck swerving into your driveway had you furrowing your brows and pouting, stomping down the stairs to lock the front door. as you reach out the twist the knob, it swings open and you're left stumbling back.

his mere presence towering over you wipes your confidence to say anything. forcing himself inside, he shuts the door behind him and inches closer to you - like a predator to their prey.

"you gonna explain, or what?" he asks, tauntingly slow as he looks down at you and your glossy eyes, trying to contain his anger.

"we're done, rafe. that's what," you push out, though admittedly failing at trying to stand your ground. with him here in front of you, what could you possibly have been so upset about? your memory fails you the longer you keep his intense gaze.

he scoffs and shakes his head, exhaling sharply through his nose to physically release his rage - though his jaw is still firmly clenched. "that's fuckin' rich."

"i'm serious. you're— you're never here. i'm all by myself at your house all the time. i just.. it's so lonely." after finally finding your words and letting them out, the both of you seem to relax a bit.

"baby, i— listen, i'm workin' a business now, okay? i got my own money, i'm.. providing. for you." he explains in a hurry, trying to hide how desperately he needs you back.

"i don't need any of that, rafe. i just want to be around you." your voice starts to trail off towards the end, partly because of the vulnerability but mostly because of his possible reaction.

as he runs his hands over his face to ease the tension between his brows, he lets out a sigh and stays silent for a moment.

"don't fucking scare me like that. you can just tell me this shit, don't have to go starting a bunch of nonsense." the words are followed by his hands dropping to his side, looking down at you more hurt than mad.

it has your heart melting and your head nodding before looking down, letting out a bold but harmless mumble. "still mad at you though.."

the arm hooking around the back of your neck tugs you into his chest, free hand messily working through your hair to pull you firmer against him. his lips plant possessively on the crown of your head before murmuring, "jesus christ."

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

[daintcas]

lady killers ˗ˏˋ rafe cameron !

"man i'm a lady killer, if i want her i'mma steal her" / g-eazy

pairing. dealer!rafe cameron x innocent(ish)!reader

summary. his constant cycle of partying with privilege grants him anything he wants, until you show up to break the pattern.

contains. alcohol and drug use, tension, sexually suggestive, implied age gap, cliffhanger

the lifestyle comes with its perks, constantly surrounded by pretty girls who were more than willing to follow him upstairs. direct access to any substance he wanted, displayed messily across the polished coffee table at all times. not to mention the adrenaline-boosting boom of a surrounding party in some kid's ridiculously expensive house - thrown almost nightly.

it became a normality for him, whether or not he realized how unhealthy his habits may be. blinded by the attention, money, and already through-the-roof addition of popularity, the boy let himself be overcome by it all. but hey, isn't this how you're supposed to live life after graduation?

you, on the other hand, were never overly thrilled at the idea of occupying your time with what seemed to be an endless string of these things. that being said, it wasn't an unfamiliar scene after having wasted a couple of saturdays with friends before.

you also weren't one to deny the opportunity for a good night. which is why you didn't put up much of a fight when none other than sarah cameron insisted on your presence at a party she was hosting in her family's mansion.

she was friendly enough, but not to the extent of being by your side for the duration of the whole night because of an invite most likely given out to everyone in her contacts - that part had you a bit nervous. the idea of being stranded in a room full of highly intoxicated kids you hardly knew.

all precautions were eventually thrown out the window when you found yourself getting all dolled up in the bathroom mirror. mascara turning out perfect over a flawless base, hair down and flowing neatly, a strapless pale pink sundress you'd bought with sarah weeks ago tying it all together.

with one final application of lipgloss over expertly lined lips and a brief pose checking your reflection, you were headed out. fresh acrylics plucking your keys from the household bowl and looking down at your phone to check the time just as it rings, stopping your hand from unlocking the front door.

a sigh escapes you as you juggle everything in your hands to bring the device to your ear after blindly swiping to answer. a loud shout of your name has you flinching and furrowing your brows in confusion - and maybe annoyance. "yeah? hello?"

"c'mon, i'm outside!" a girl all but yells and it isn't until you hear a sweet, enthusiastic laugh that you recognize the voice.

"sarah?" you ask, though already having discarded the keys and slipped on your shoes lying ready by the doormat.

"let's go! i've got a party to entertain," the words are followed by the muffled sound of her shifting around, and you take it as your grace period to get outside before she takes off.

throwing open the door and hurrying down the steps of the front porch, you can't help but smile at the girl sitting in the driver's seat of a black jeep. beaming over at you, she hangs up the phone and ushers you over to the otherwise vacant car with a flailing hand.

the trip to tannyhill is filled with wide smiles and giggles over speakers blaring iconic summer songs. windows rolled down to take in an orangey-pink sky from the setting sun - which almost distracts from how sharp sarah takes what seems to be every turn in town.

the suv eventually comes to a stop after sliding down into the basement garage that screams wealth, right past all the cars lined up along the street. sarah hops out and offers a toothy grin while tossing her sunglasses in the center console.

"i'm so happy you're finally at one of my parties," she says while taking your hand and eagerly leading the way upstairs, her own dress swaying as she walks.

"me too," is all you offer in response, too entranced by the new level of rich that surrounds you while following blindly.

the mansion feels more like a maze as sarah leads you down and around hallways not yet crowded with partygoers. but, the blasting of music that vibrates the house says otherwise.

moonlight quickly replaces the sunshine, making visibility near impossible as you enter where the mass of everyone is. still hand in hand with sarah, you take the chance to look around.

between all the groups in the kitchen and on a makeshift dance floor, it's someone sitting among a circle of couches and chairs that has you doing a double take. turning back the second time is when you recognize the boy with his eyes still glued on you, wiping under his nose, to be rafe.

you don't miss the lazy smirk he shoots before sarah tugs you back to reality, finally dropping your hand and turning to stand face-to-face with the same excited smile.

"you'll be fine if i go say hi to a few people?" she asks, glancing across your face to genuinely gauge your feelings.

"'course. thanks, sarah," you answer convincingly enough that she's scurrying off to talk with whoever awaits her presence.

the best option you conclude is to go straight for the drinks. a quick scan of the counter and you're grabbing a red solo cup to fill with the first bottle you can get your hands on.

"better take slow sips of that," a voice behind you says, low and close enough to know it's you they're addressing. startled, you turn around, only to be face to face with rafe cameron. he must notice the way you tilt your head up with wide eyes, because he takes the opportunity to eye you up and step closer.

"you friends with sarah?" he asks as you set down the bottle of alcohol on the counter behind you, nodding casually - even with the way he's watching your every move so intently.

"mhm," you muster up, naturally a bit nervous standing under the mercy of 'kook prince' himself.

"yeahhh.." he draws out while taking a greedy eyeful of your whole being, tongue pressed to his cheek and making no effort to hide his arrogant smirk. there's a pause before he's nodding back towards the lounge he was previously sat without taking his eyes off you - your body. "y'wanna come with me and try the good shit?"

you look down at your cup when he taps it, swishing the cheap liquid while thinking over his offer. it doesn't take long before you're looking back up with a hesitant shake of your head and a small smile, murmuring, "don't think so.. not really my thing."

he tsks and shakes his head, taking it upon himself to ease the cup from your hand and positioning himself closer. he tilts his head to purposefully look down on you and get in your face, a smirk still present as he speaks lowly, "aww, c'mon. i'll keep you safe."

a nervous laugh and involuntary flush of your cheeks has you unable to refuse. rubbing your lip with a shy nod - admittedly not the most well-thought-out decision - and he's got a hand on your lower back to guide you, following close enough behind to allow his eyes to flicker subtly below your dress.

you approach the collection of seats, wary but not completely oblivious. rafe sits you down on a loveseat, hand moving to wrap around your waist and pull you to his side. the attention from this boy blurs the scene around you, rolled bills on the table, and various baggies with a particular white substance.

"so, um, what's the.. 'good' stuff?" you ask tentatively, looking up at him and shifting in the seat.

"'s all right here, baby," his grin is almost malicious and his eyes shamelessly drop to your lips. removing the arm around you, he spreads his legs and lifts his hips to fish for something in his back pocket.

you take the opportunity to look around at his company and it's no surprise to find topper and kelce among other random guys - even a couple girls who admittedly look a bit older than you and sarah. before processing the thought, you're looking to rafe for reassurance.

he, however, is focused intently on setting up a line of powder on your side of the table with a sharp black card. he sits back with a satisfied grin and looks over at you. "first one's free."

you stare up at him with big, cautious eyes for a moment before turning to the intimidatingly thick string of white.

he chuckles and uses a finger to smudge the neat line, collecting a less daunting amount on the digit. a nod of his head signals he wants you closer, so you do, positioning your body to face him.

snaking a hand to hold firmly behind your neck, he tilts your head back only slightly and prepares to bring his finger to your nose. a raise of his brow asks for permission and you nod.

the substance shoots through you unexpectedly quick which has you screwing your eyes shut and wincing. the reaction only amuses rafe and he moves the arm around your shoulder and tugs you into him once again.

finding solace in the embrace, you allow yourself to sink into his chest - an unsafe level of vulnerability. everything is loud, the booming of music and people feeling increasingly suffocating.

rafe laughs again, smirking in a way that now seems taunting. he takes a good look at you before leaning in to let his warm breath brush against your ear. "y'know, you're real pretty."

that's when you really think about what's happening right now. laying against rafe cameron - who for one reason or another seems to have taken a liking to you. the drug pumping through you and butterflies in your stomach has your heart beating with excitement.

it also has you fluttering your lashes up at rafe with a dopey smile, telling him all he needs to know. all it took was a dot of coke and he's got you right where he wants you.

"why don't you let me take you upstairs?" he presses in a way that shows the line has worked a million times before.

but who are you to turn him down? there's no denying how tempting he is and your attraction towards him. but instead, you shrug and look around in search of sarah.

it takes a minute before you catch her eyes and are met with a concerned yet angry expression. she's quickly by your side and pulling you up from the couch, glaring down at her brother.

"leave my friends alone, rafe." with that, sarah is tugging you away and back through the crowd. your hazy state makes it hard to resist, but you manage to look back at the boy on the couch. he's sitting back, clearly amused but not deterred.

a wink is all he gives before paying his attention back to his friends, leaving you to wonder what all of this meant.

one thing about rafe, though, is when he sets his sights on something - someone - he gets what he wants. he knows he will, and you're no exception.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

[daintcas]

saw a guy just like jj going out yesterday and haven't stopped thinking ab it since. need himm !!

longer rafe fic soon promise promise 🤍

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[daintcas]

got dunkin for the first time and am now tanning.. could not be happier !!

anyways working on a longer fic so hopefully that will be up later.... rafe cameron i love you 🤗

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jj who comes home in a fit from a shift at work !

dabbling with the infamous mechanic jj, works at some shabby auto shop just off the cut that reluctantly serves mostly kooks and nine times out of ten tests jj's temper on the daily.

the slamming of the door already hanging on by a single rusty hinge confirms your suspicions. as you perk up on his couch from lounging around (and having stayed the previous night), you see just how irritable your boyfriend had become with the sharp sighs and long strides he takes straight to the kitchen.

cautiously sitting up and deciding to approach him didn't turn out to be the brightest idea. because when you place an overly gentle hand on his shoulder, he shoots up from when he was hunched over the dingy fridge, riffling around for a beer.

you're left quickly pulling away and staring up at him with wide eyes, still trying to gauge the strength of his feelings. he sighs and lifts his cap, free hand running through his blonde hair. unbeknownst to you, he'd been working on containing his anger, specifically so he could prevent hurting you like before.

"sorry. sorry, it's just.." he says through an exhale, words slurred and hands repeatedly clenching into fists in the air.

"'s okay, jayj," you reason softly, hesitant to put your hands on him again and instead opting to crack open the tab of his beer.

the response is a small sigh from him, enough to ease the tension previously displayed on his forehead. he returns the favor by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the metallic smell of his rough hand causing you to scrunch your nose.

at this he lets out a low, amused laugh, releasing the last bit of agitation. his large hand moves to splay across the back of your head, effortlessly pulling you into his chest and playfully roughing around the hair he had just been so careful with.

a smirk replaces his scowl when you giggle and succumb to his firm hold on your body, the hand not tangled in your hair starting to slip around your waist and underneath the barrier of your sweet little baby tee.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank prompt

[daintcas]

rafe with his girl who gets the sad kind of jealous !

you should've been used to it by now - girls throwing themselves at rafe without a single regard for the one he had loyally waiting around for him. but it never failed to hurt your feelings. though your boyfriend was visibly disinterested, he never entirely shut them down, which you didn't understand and which ultimately hurt you most.

though your feelings about it were unchanged, it was no surprise when yet another country club, mini skirt-wearing girl was clinging to rafe, way too close for comfort. he hardly noticed as he chatted away about whatever stupid guy stuff.

being the mature one, you decided to sulk. excusing yourself from the conversation with your friends and heading across the club's diner, frown turned to a sad pout.

when rafe does his minutely check on where you're supposed to be sat and is met with only an empty barstool, he comes to his senses and practically shoves everyone off him with an annoyed huff. stomping around and keeping an eye out for the sweet little sundress he'd previously bought you.

he spots you as you continue to walk away from the scene and rushes over, roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to face him, giving you a look of frustration.

"what's goin' on?" he demands, expecting an explanation for the big, glossy eyes you look up at him with and quivering lips.

"'m going home," you mumble out while not so sneakily taking a glance at the girl who'd put you in this mood to begin with.

noticing your gaze, rafe scoffs and brings your attention back to him with a firm hand gripping your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pathetic pout.

"you really gonna bother me with this again?" narrowing his eyes condescendingly as he steps closer, pressing you against his chest and peering down at you in a display of power.

when your only response is the look of genuine hurt on your face, he sighs and leans down to press a warm kiss to your forehead, hands wrapping possessively around the small of your back, nearing the curve of your rear.

"i'll tell 'em to fuck off and we can leave, 'kay?" he contends with a raised brow, gauging the response. a shy nod is enough to satisfy him and you hear a barely audible mumble of 'love you' while being pulled back to his side and led through the club, past his now-forgotten group, and straight to the valet.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

[daintcas]

hii sorry for the inactivity, will be on a flight tmrw so i can busy myself with writing, got lots of ideas!

also wanted to thank all of u for the support - it honestly means so much! 🤍

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[daintcas]

scenario of the day ˗ˏˋ rafe and jj on ur birthday !

rafe. nonchalant and acts like it's such a chore to be there and do nice things for you, in reality, he really wants to impress you. honestly won't even bring it up until he mentions a reservation for dinner he just expected you to know about. gifts you the tiniest dress for the occasion and wears a smug smile after he's got you prancing around with a new tennis bracelet and a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers. begrudgingly gives you that princess treatment but acts as if he's being completely normal, he's just a nice guy!! overall wants to see his girl happy.

jj. showers you in affection from the moment you wake up, smothering your face in kisses and not letting you forget your own birthday. spends the last of his change to get you your iced coffee order as you get ready on the floor of your room, all prettied up for the special day he has planned! depending on the mood he'd either throw this huge party for you at the boneyard or do something with just the two of you and maybe the pogues, staying out on the hms past sunset. trying not to be cheesy but he'd just want to prove he's enough for you and can provide, even with the lack of physical gifts.

hope this isn't too random and u get the vibe 😣

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

[daintcas]

what it would be like waking up in rafe/jj's bed.... after a humble night of course !

rafe. literally sleeps like one of those victorian children and is suuuper grumpy. if you disturb him even in the slightest he's mumbling something in his sleep and turning away. when he eventually comes around though, he'll encase you in his big arms, bare chest borderline suffocating you. only on his terms will he let you slip away from his warm bed, wearing one of his huge t-shirts and some little boy shorts. he watches with a lazy smile as you shuffle to his ensuite bathroom, following shortly after with the bedhead you adore and low-hanging sweatpants to brush his teeth (beating you to it before you nag for a kiss).

jj. stomach sleeper. will sleep through anything, except when you attempt to sneak out of his obnoxiously creaky bed (a daily occurrence for sure). he'll blindly throw his arm around your body and bring you almost under him, face buried in your hair. once he's had enough of your groans and squirming, i feel like he'd use the little bit of energy he has to rough you around a bit until you break into a sleepy giggle. while you're laying on your back, now breathless, he hops out of bed and adjusts his grey sweat shorts, immediately heading to the fridge. you're left to saunter after him, suddenly attached to his side, clung to his bare bicep in your little cami and faded pajama pants.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

[daintcas]

thinking about being driven around by rafe and jj when you're not officially dating yet !

rafe. realistically, he's always on aux. blasting his obscene rap songs while you're trying not to cringe at the lyrics. i think he'd be intensely focused on the road, one hand at the 12 o'clock. every once and a while when he remembers you're there, he'll turn down the music and briefly look over at you to ask some irrelevant question. you eat it up though, especially when the window is rolled down and you can really enjoy the smooth driving of his luxury car (and the fact that rafe cameron seems to be enjoying your company, feeling like the man with a pretty girl beaming in his passenger seat).

jj. more often he'll take you for a ride on his motorcycle, as he's not trusted with the pogue's precious twinkie anymore. when he does finally get his hands on the keys, your place is his first stop. the condition of the van is irrelevant and outweighed by his company and wandering eyes. his playlist in this situation is just popular songs with that signature outer banks summer vibe. his focus is never completely on the road and literally makes no effort to avoid the potholes. but he'll stop anywhere you want, and i feel you'd both end up in the back with a little froyo, parked by the beach as the sun sets.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

[daintcas]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLLUEaM9/

jj coded

STOPPP ur so right! like finally getting the courage to ask him 'am i the only one' or smth and he deadpans a straight up no 😭 gotta flex a little too and let you know how many others there are before assuring you you're his fav!! bc luckily u are.... this tikok is literally him.

#inbox #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt

[daintcas]

love tropes with jj maybank !

best friends to lovers. strictly friends, you were sure to stick to the 'no pogue on pogue macking' rule between the group. the playful fights that were always taken too far and too intimate, excuses to spend one-on-one time together, unintentionally breaking off from the others and found innocently messing around. afraid the ruin the perfect dynamic, it would always stop and be brushed off before anything went too far. it took just one night when the 🍃 hits too hard, it's all jeopardized and you find yourself messily making out with your best friend on his creaky pullout couch, logic thrown out the window. but hey, who's complaining?

second chance. you first love, unavoidably first heartbreak. it was inescapable as you were both unwilling to part from your closest friends. always around and always reminding you of what you once had. nobody wanted to pick sides, but everyone knew who fucked up, even saw it coming before it happened. the betrayal took a visible toll, and he tried to brush it off until he decided it couldn't end like this. doing everything to get back in your good graces, above and beyond anything he did when you were together, and the realization killed you. but how could you resist? you wanted to be his, even if it meant facing the embarrassment of getting back with your ex.

situationship. jj is probably the worst person to be in a talking stage with. his dry texts and ridiculously long response times convince you he's just not interested. somehow though, he redeems himself when you naturally run into each other. you'd never bothered to confront him about his feelings, deep down knowing you weren't the only one, just some fun in his free time. pathetically enough, you took any amount of attention he gave you and unknowingly became one of his 'favorites', as bad as it sounds. eventually, there was only one person he was checking his phone to respond to and could sweep you off your feet when he tried. it took convincing to assure you that he wasn't interested in anyone else, and after months of pining, you made it into a relationship.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank prompt