#kelce outer banks

[rafesgoldrings]

One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn’t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @cherryniceties @dreamingwithrafe @congratsloserr @fulla02reads @madelynie @xyzstar (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged since this includes Kelce so just let me know!) @outerbankspov

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[rafesveryrealgf]

Lavender Sunflower (info)

(Rafe Cameron x Reader)

- more coming soon…

- I do accept requests for this ‘series’

- The blurbs are not in any specific order no matter what order I post them in. But I’ll do my best to list them on my page in the current order.

- The reason they’re not in order is because this isn’t necessarily a series, it’s more of a bunch of blurbs based off of the ‘Only The Beginning’ oneshot

Pre-Kids Blurbs-

Rafe x Pregnant!Reader Blurbs -

Only The Beginning

Can’t Back Down

Lights Out

Rafe x Reader x Newborn Blurbs -

New Addition

Rafe x Reader x Toddler Blurbs -

Inseparable

Inseparable pt.2

Cuddly Buddy

Rafe x Reader x Teenager Blurbs -

Coming soon…

#obx #outerbanks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafecameron #topper thornton #drew starkey #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe obx #Sarah Cameron #kelce outer banks

[djolvr]

sugar daaddy!rafe cameron x passenger princess!reader hcs

A/N:LAWWWWD these two have been living in my head rent free for the past couple of days and I can't take it anymore

Summary: Rafe and reader being the power couple they were always meant to be

•You two are always in the car

•If you're not home, you're in Rafe's jeep

•He always has your favorite snacks, perfume, makeup, and anything else you need in the glove box

•His hand is always on your thigh (😫plssss)

•The front seat is for you and only you

Topper*opening passenger door*: Rafe, wassup!

Rafe: Get in the back.

Topper: What? Why?

Rafe: That's y/n's seat.

Topper: Dude she's not even here!

•Always has an extra one of his hoodies sprayed with his cologne for you in the back

•Drives you to the super expensive stores on the mainland, letting you get whatever you want

•Always has a gift for you waiting in your seat when you open the door, whether it's one of your favorite snacks or a necklace with his name on it, there is always something there for you

•You're always on aux, you're always playing whatever you want, even if Topper and Kelce are complaining in the back

•You and Rafe are only in the back on special occasions (iykyk)

•Late night drives, going to the middle of nowhere to stargaze

•Taking you a hidden beach with the whitest sand and the clearest waters

•Rafe only letting you get his car dirty with sand, like he will murder anyone else who gets one speck of dust in his car

•Rafe and you are you just the okokokokok and lalalalala couple and it's the best

#rafe obx #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #obx #obx3 #obx2 #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #jj obx #jj outer banks #kie obx #john b obx #john b outer banks #topper obx #topper outer banks #outer banks #kelce obx #kelce outer banks #sarah cameron #sarah obx #djolvr

[adorecline]

hi!!!! can i request a sarah cameron x reader where they are already an established couple. maybe they get into an argument at a party or something and stop talking to each other for a day or two. sarah gets super stressed out/sad about it but then the reader (hopeless romantic and very in love with sarah) shows up with flowers and a bunch of letters she wrote as an apology.

thank you:))

Stupid Fights {Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader}

Summary: Sarah and y/n almost let a stupid argument ruin their relationship.

Author's Note: Send in as many obx requests as you guys would like 😍

Sarah stood away from the rest of the party, her arms crossed over her chest and her lips downturned into a frown. She huffed and her jaw tightened as her eyes were locked on y/n and Kiara who were dancing together as music blared from the speakers the pogue's had brought to the boneyard.

"Damn, who is on the receiving end of those eyes?" Sarah rolled her eyes at the all to familiar voice coming from behind her.

"Go away, Topper." Sarah sighed, Topper's presence making her more annoyed than she already was.

"Oh, I see." Topper followed her gaze, ignoring her previous statement. "Your little pogue is dancing pretty close with her pogue."

"God, Topper. Do you ever just shut up?" Sarah rolled her eyes, walking away from Topper only for him to follow after her.

"I told you she didn't deserve you." Topper kept on talking as he continue walking behind her. "She's a pogue. They're all the same."

"Oh, really?" Sarah stopped and turned around towards him. "Then who deserves me? You?" She said letting out a breathy laugh.

"Look, Sarah. I'm just looking out for you." Topper said holding his hands up in surrender.

"I don't need you to." Sarah said rolling her eyes. "Just leave me alone already." She said before storming away from him.

She walked around a group of friends and spotted y/n and Kiara again. She made her way toward them stopping a couple feet away.

"y/n!" She called out over the music.

y/n and Kiara stopped dancing and turned towards Sarah. y/n smiled and let go of Kiara's hands walking over to Sarah.

"Hey, babe." She went to kiss her cheek, but Sarah put her hand on her chest stopping her from moving any closer. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk." Sarah said sternly making y/n tilt her head with a questioning look.

"Okay." y/n slowly nodded. "I'll be right back." She glanced over her shoulder at Kiara who nodded.

Sarah grabbed y/n's arm pulling her away to a more private area where they could talk without the music being too loud.

"What the hell was that?" Sarah whipped back around toward y/n, crossing her arms over her chest. She stared at y/n with a glare.

"What was what?" y/n asked shrugging her shoulders a bit.

"You and Kiara." Sarah stated in an obvious tone. "You've been dancing with her all night."

"So what?" y/n shrugged again.

"So what?" Sarah raised her eyebrows. "You shouldn't be dancing up against her all night. You have barely even talked to me since I got her."

"I asked you to dance. You said you didn't want to," y/n defended. "and Kie said she would."

"She doesn't have to be pressed up against you the entire time." Sarah spat. "She's been all over you."

"We're just dancing, Sar. She's my best friend, it's not like she's trying to get with me." y/n scoffed.

"How would you know?" Sarah asked.

"She's dating JJ." y/n chuckled, but she quickly stopped when she saw Sarah's anger only worsen. "Look, Sar. I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't trying to upset you."

"Are you actually sorry? Or are you just saying what I want to hear?" Sarah questioned.

"What do you want me to do, Sarah?" y/n shook her head. "I apologized for upsetting you and that made you even more mad so what do you want me to do?"

"Whatever." Sarah rolled her eyes walking past y/n back into the crowd.

"Sarah!" y/n called out for her turning to follow her.

"Forget it!" Sarah snapped not even glancing back at her.

y/n sighed to herself, dropping her hands at her sides. She watched Sarah walk into the crowd and head toward Rafe.

"You okay?" y/n looked over to see Kiara with a sympathetic look and two cups of beer in her hands.

"Not really." y/n frowned walking over to her.

"Drink?" Kiara held up one of the red solo cups.

"No, thanks." y/n shook her head. "I don't wanna drink anymore. I need to make sure Sarah makes it home safe."

"She'll be fine. I think Rafe is taking her home." Kiara pointed to the pair of siblings walking away from the party. "And I think it's best you give her some space tonight. She didn't look too happy."

"I guess you're right." y/n sighed taking one of the red solo cups from Kiara.

"Don't worry, you little love birds will be better soon enough and we'll all have to deal with your annoyingly cute relationship again." Kiara threw her arm around y/n.

⠉

Sarah sat crisscross on her bed. She stared at her phone in her hands open to her messages with y/n that hadn't been used since their fight two days ago. Sarah had debated on texting her, but wasn't sure where to start.

Once she had gotten a good night sleep after the party, she had started to regret the way she handled the situation.

A harsh knock on her bedroom door made her snap her head up from her phone. Before she could get up there was more banging on her door.

"I'm coming!" Sarah shouted.

She opened the door and Rafe stood in front of her with an annoyed expression which she returned.

"These are for you." Rafe said shoving a bouquet of white roses and a purple envelope into her hands. "Someone left them at the door."

"Thanks." Sarah said while reading the envelope. On the paper, written in the all too familiar handwriting, was the nickname y/n had given her when they first started dating, Sarah Boo.

Sarah kicked her door closed and ran to her bed. She sat on her knees and laid the roses down besides her. She peeled the envelope open taking out a folded piece of paper. She opened it to reveal a hand written letter.

Sarah Boo,

I really miss you. I've been thinking a lot about our fight at the boneyard. I'm really sorry for not being more understanding. I shouldn't have brushed off your feelings like that. I understand what you were thinking. I would've felt the same if it were you dancing with another girl. It just that Kie's been my best friend since 7th grade so it's normal for us to be close, but I understand now why it made you upset. I haven't been in many relationships before you so I'm still new to this. I hope you'll be patient with me while I figure things like this out. I love you so much and I don't want this to ruin what we have. If you to, come by my house later. I'll wait up for you. Love you so much, sar.

- y/n

Sarah held a small smile as she finished reading the letter. She folded the paper back up and slipped into the envelope leaving it by the flowers before grabbing her shoes from her floor and slipping them on her feet. She grabbed her car keys and raced downstairs to her car.

"Where are you going?" Wheezie asked as Sarah ran past her.

"Out!" Sarah called back already at the front door. "See ya, Sneezie!"

Sarah jumped into her car and hurried to put the key in the ignition and put on her seatbelt before driving, more like speeding, to y/n's house.

⠉

y/n was sitting on her porch with Kiara and JJ on the couch next to her. JJ took a hit off his dab pen before offering it to y/n.

"No, thanks." y/n shook her head.

"No, thanks?" JJ looked at her weirdly. "Since when do you ever turn down a chance to smoke?"

"Sarah might be coming over and I don't wanna be high if she does." y/n told him.

"Speaking of Sarah." Kiara nodded behind y/n to the black car pulling up to the house. "Come on, Jayj." Kiara grabbed his hand pulling him inside.

y/n stood up and walked down the steps of the porch. She smiled seeing Sarah jump out of her car and run toward her.

"Sar-" She started but was cut off by Sarah jumping into her arms and squeezing her tightly.

"I'm so sorry, y/n/n." Sarah said, her words slightly muffled from her face being buried in y/n's shoulder. "This is so stupid and I don't want this ruin what we have either. I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I would never stop hating myself if I let a stupid fight take you away from me." Sarah pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"It was my fault." y/n shook her head. "I wasn't being a good girlfriend. I'm gonna be better, promise."

"You're the best girlfriend ever." Sarah shook her head with a smile making y/n smile too. "Now, kiss me. It's been too long." She demanded pulling y/n closer to connect their lips. y/n smiled into the kiss and hugged Sarah closer.

"Is anyone here?" Sarah asked pulling away.

"Kie and J are inside." y/n answered.

"Get in the car." Sarah said with a small smirk.

#adorecline #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #x reader #fem!reader #jj maybank #john b routledge #pope heyward #rafe cameron #topper thorton #kelce outer banks #obx

[witchwyfe]

apple picking and maybe kook friend group?? tysm<3

(platonic) kook friend group x female reader

Apple picking

ty<3

“If you do anything to embarrass me, I swear to god, I’m leaving all three of you here.” You threaten, swinging the basket you were given, in your hand.

“Relax mama, we’re fine.” Rafe says smoothly, earning an eye-roll from you. Topper gives you a reassuring nod, that does absolutely nothing to reassure you—especially when they all speed up, running towards a farther away tree.

“Idiots.” You sigh to yourself, speed-walking to keep up. 

You make yourself busy, plucking crisp apples from the branches, and quickly filling your basket. The lack of sound makes you worry, so you quickly make your way to another area until you spot your friends.

You sigh, rolling your eyes once again. 

Kelce, Rafe, and Topper appear to be in some sort of apple-throwing competition—each one tucked behind a different tree, popping out to hurl apples at one another—before ducking back behind the trunk.

“Hey!” You call, earning all of their attention. “What the fuck?” You hiss as you step closer. “I was gone for five minutes. Someone is going to see y’all, and we’re going to get in trouble.”

“Sorry hun.” Topper says, at least having the decency to look ashamed.

“I wanted to do something cute with the four of us.” You pout, knowing that’ll get to them.

And sure enough, Rafe and Kelce drop the rest of their apples, and hurry on over to you and Topper.

“We’re really sorry.” Kelce ducks his head, eyes locked on his sneakers.

"Yeah sweetheart, I promise I'll be on my best behavior from here on out." Rafe adds.

“S’fine. Can we just go pick some together now? Then we can—“ 

“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you and your friends to leave.”

“Shit.”

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

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[thecameronchronicles]

The Ultimatum

TW: blackmail. Sex. Dub!Con! Semi-public sex. Language. Degrading Language. 

SUMMARY: The means to protect your brother leads you to a rather compromising and unexpected situation. 

WORD COUNT: 2600

REQUESTED

Can you do an imagine of the scene with topper and rafe { replace topper with Kelce} when they attacked pope and yn is pope sister and Kelce gives her an ultimatum to either sleep with him or rafe kills him. 

*CHANGED A FEW THINGS, HOPE IT'S STILL OKAY*

The Ultimatum

"What the hell happened?!" You asked Pope as he emerged back from the golf course, JJ quick to his feet for the same reason behind your raised timbre. Even if he attempted to hide it beneath the dark rim of his cap, the wound was visible enough for both you and JJ to connect the unfortunately probable dots. 

"Where are you going?" Pope asked as you were already hiked over the boat and moving towards the direction of the golf course. 

"I'm tired of these assholes thinking we won't fight back just because we don't have a rich daddy to bail us out-"

"Oh, you can call me daddy anytime you want, sweetheart." Rafe's voice sounded like nails to a chalkboard as he revealed himself with Kelce at his side. The same club used to wound your brother was taken down from across Rafe's broad wingspan and handed to Kelce. But there existed a fire behind the eyes of the Kook prince's friend that you'd never noticed until now. A fire directed towards you. 

"What was that, Rafe? She wants us to know she'll fight back?"  

"Careful pipsqueak, might break a nail or some shit..." Rafe teased as you took a step forward. 

"Let's just go..." Pope encouraged. Even if he had wished to use every ounce of anger in the force of knuckles directed to either Kook, his worry for you took precedence. 

"I think we should let her talk..." Kelce began. "I'm all for feminism and female empowerment." He spoke with a lift of his hand to his chest as your eyes caught the way his arms flexed with such motions. 

"What's your problem? Not make par?" You asked Rafe as you found it more difficult to look at Kelce as his eyes were too intimidating and primal.

"All because of your dumbass of a brother...wouldn't even share one beer with us ..doesn't matter, we got 'em anyways..." Rafe pulled one to his lips. 

"Shit's not even the good kind. What can you expect from a pogue?" He asked as Kelce took one of his own. 

"Doesn't seem like a fair trade then, does it?" Kelce added. "All that work...got blood on his wedge...all for shitty beer?" Suddenly Kelce took you by the wrist. 

"I think I need some compensation." He nodded once to Rafe, who took his club back into his hand. 

"How close are you with him?" Your eyes narrowed at the question as JJ mouthed "Deny, deny, deny.". 

"Close enough to offer something to save him?"

"All this over beer, man, isn't that a little beneath even you?" JJ rivaled, feeling as equally as protective over you as Pope was.

"Probably used to little things beneath you." He motioned to Rafe's seam as you fought the urge to smile as Kelce tightened his arm around you. 

"I hear nobody's fucked you yet, that right?" Due to the animated friend you and Pope shared, Kelce's words went by without notice. But where they were ignorant to such words, the same ones made you burn from the inside out. 

"None of your business." You shot back as he scoffed. 

"I'll just find out for myself." But as he dragged you away effortlessly, you fought like hell. Nails reaching for any flesh possible and raised feet kicking in every direction, but nothing had even made contact. 

"Stop being such a little bitch! I'm asking for a fraction of time to what it means to keep him alright."

"I don't know, Kelce...I heard Pogues make good chum-" Rafe attempted to joke as nobody but the instigator of said missed humor found it entertaining. When this failed to make his point, Rafe took the club behind Pope and tightened it. 

"We all know Rafe has some issues to work out..."

"One less Pogue doesn't matter to me-" 

"Let go of him, you son of a-" JJ tried before Rafe hit JJ with the club. 

"Two less? Even better..." JJ was disoriented enough to keep Rafe in power against your brother and friend. Looking at both of them, you breathed a deep exhale. 

"Fine." Your word was weak. A simple echo of the confidence you wished to possess. 

"I knew you'd see things my way." 

You were called after by Pope, who was destroyed the second you were out of sight. Whatever became of the scene between the remaining Pogues and Rafe was undetermined as you were taken to the parking lot. 

Some overpriced car with an undeserving owner had been your source of support as he thrust you against its cold exterior. 

"Is it true?" You clenched your jaw, refusing to look at him and offer him even a moment's satisfaction. 

"This will be over faster if you work with me here-" 

"Is what true?"

"Are you a virgin?" The question suddenly made you feel so vulnerable. 

"No." You answered honestly, wondering if you had lied that maybe he would have been soft and even pitiful against you. Maybe he would have even let you go. But a larger part of you was well aware he saw you as a challenge and no collection of words, guilt, or consideration would take him away from you now. 

"Good. I don't want to be gentle." 

"I don't think you ever could." You were interrupted by a kiss made of two full lips that swallowed you completely. The raucous force was enough of a motivation to try once more to break free as you took his lips between your teeth and bit hard. You were shoved against the car as he dabbed his split lip. 

"That's fine. We don't even have to kiss." He took hold of your hair and turned you away from him, hands quick to grip your hips. Your eyes darted to the car in front of you as you couldn't help but look for another means of an escape. But he was too strong. 

"Don't need this." He groaned over you from behind with fingers that rose from your curves and to your breasts, tearing off the cover set over your bikini top. But where you expected him to be forceful and leave you completely naked and exposed, he only turned you back to him. 

"I am giving you one chance to enjoy this. You do anything stupid and you'll be treated like the whore this side of the island thinks you are. Act that way and I'll make you act like one." You swallowed hard before watching him lean in to kiss you again. 

"I've seen the way you watch me. A bit curious to know the same thing I am?"

"Which is?"

"If the reason Kooks and Pogues can't get along is because they just always wanna fuck each other?" You thought back to the interactions between Kiara and Rafe, John B and Sarah, and even you and Kelce, realizing this may well have been the truth. Because of that, you couldn't object. Instead, you remained in place. 

"So be good and I'll let you enjoy this. Be a bratty little bitch and I'll make sure your brother and your little friend know exactly what you're willing to take for them..." He kissed you again before you could respond. Only this time, wide hands taking hold of your breasts that made you breathless. But it wasn't by a force of his hands that had caused this. Instead, it was due to the way his fingers pinched your nipples over the nylon top. 

"You might not be a virgin, but you're no vixen. I bet I could make you come just by doing this." You wanted to hate him. To hate this. But those twists shot directly to your sex. You pressed your thighs together involuntarily, almost as if to berate yourself for enjoying this for even a moment. 

"I knew you wanted this...but I didn't know you'd be down for doing it in public..." 

"Please..." You whimpered, asking a multitude of questions behind that single plea. To release you. To keep going. To go somewhere private, and back again to letting you go. His touch and presence were a unified contradiction that sent your eyes pulling back in the consumption of it all. 

"I fucking knew it!" He spat in victory as guilt forced all hear to your cheeks. Synonymous if you were to be overcome with a fever, your body seemed to fight against itself to accept or be expired by such heat. But his fingers reaching into the unbuttoned core of your shorts has pulled your eyes into a roll as he pinned you harder against the car. 

"Tell me you want this. I'm not going to let you moan, let alone come, unless I hear you beg for it..." His brow arched for just a moment before he glared at your hesitance. 

"I bet nobody on The Cut can make you come...But you know I could...just by doing this...you already want to and I haven't even been inside of you yet..." You arched against the car, eyes nearly pulling closed as he redirected you to him. 

"I want to make sure you aren't imagining anyone else....I want to make sure you know whose fingers are making you feel this way..." He explained, your shorts disposed of at your ankles as only your swim bottoms remained. Your embarrassment worsened to the mismatched set across your body that he didn't care to notice. 

"I won't let anyone else see you naked. But I don't care if they see you come..." You were suddenly lifted around him. His efforts were truly effortless as you were feebike in his arms. If not against his strength, than for his ambition. As his touch made your need to escape much less desirable in contrast to remaining put. Even if you knew deep within your gut that you would regret it when it was over, nobody has ever shown you this attention or touched you in this way. It made you forgive him just long enough to bask in the feeling of his fingers and cock as it teased you from over your suit. 

"I knew you'd be soaked, but shit...I don't think the suit can hold how wet you are .." He kissed you, pulling back once feeling you submit to him. "is it because you know someone could see or because you're hoping they do?"

"It's because it's you..." You whispered as your confession caught him off guard. All anger had subsided and been redirected into passion. Without another word, your bottoms were tore loose and disposed of out of sight, as he was sinking you down onto him. 

The former lovers that had penetrated you had done so quickly or without the endowed anatomy he had been blessed with. Because of this, you clawed into his shoulders as if he had been your first. The pain of him stretching you to such a degree was evident as you hissed to his starting movements. 

"Fuck!" 

"Too much?" You nodded as he slowed, palms pressing into the car at your back before you felt him ease. He seemed to react to your body, your earlier confession softening him enough to speak to you with care. 

"You feel better than I ever thought..." He breathed against your lips. 

"I need more..." He brought you down harder onto him. But as you belted out to the pain, he mended this with the grip made at your breasts. Exposing your breasts fully to him, he wrapped the nipple between his teeth as his lips sucked the surrounding skin as you writhed. 

You should hate him. You should push him away and curse him well into the middle of next week. You should even clench him tight enough he could never feel pleasure again. And yet, the sensations offered to you were reason enough to ignore the urge to do anything but bask. In the heat of his touch. In the chill of his threat . In the ecstasy at the tip of his cock, leaving behind the pull to your high with each thrust increasing in speed. 

"Kelce!"

"You're too fucking tight... It's gonna make me come. Stop tensing-" But his words only made you worsen that internal grip. To know it could end, the pleasure granted to you on the cusp of his own release, you ignored his annoyed timbre. 

"If I'm coming..." He set you onto your feet, bending you over the hood of the car, and kicking your ankles apart. A hand to the back of your neck, and you were taken almost to his chest, "So are you." The instant his cock bottomed out once again, his fingers found the perfect angle at your clit. Fondling while thrusting, he built you back to that edge. 

"Desperate for it, aren't you?" You could only bite your bottom lip. 

"Tell me." He gripped your breast even tighter. Pain and pleasure coexisting throughout your nerves as you were continuously pounded into the side of the car. 

"You're gonna go back to your pogues all fucked...and you're gonna do it dripping with cum..." Your lips parted as your nails came to scratch at the hood of the car. 

"You want it to be yours too, you better start  telling me what I wanna hear." He explained as you groaned beneath him. 

"Yes!" 

"You are desperate? To come or for me?"

"B-both..."

"Then give me a reason to forgive you for being such a little slut. Come on my cock and I'll come in this tight little pussy...come on...be a good fucking girl..." You moaned shamelessly to his words. His thrusts, his body, his presence-everything worked against your reservations as you shook beneath him. 

"I'm coming!"

"Yes. You are." He smiled into your shoulder as he released his fingers, replacing yours over your own clit. Where you would have been mortified to do this before, you acquiesced as your high was too close. He felt too deep. And you needed both in equality. 

"I'm gonna come. Don't stop until you feel it." 

You nodded, quickening your fingers. 

"But don't come."

"Kelce-"

"Don't. Come." He continued to rush you into the car, the suspension tested by such thrusts,  until he was spent within you. 

"Turn around." He forced you to face him. 

"You've got a smart little mouth but I love how it sounds when you come...it's the only reason I didn't fuck it. But now...you're gonna scream for me until they hear you all the way on The Cut." Before you could inject his fingers were inside you again. 

"You stop making those little whines and I stop." Your hand wrapped around his wrist as your eyes rolled closed. It took only a few moments before you were whining for that release he invited. Your chest heaved in desperation as he took turns kissing your breasts and teasing your nipples, an occasional brush solely to your clit making you manic against him. 

"Come. Right now. You're so fucking desperate it's so sad..."

"Ahh...Kelce! Fuuuuck!" Your body relinquished itself onto him. His fingers continuing to bend and spread inside of you through this high as he grinned. 

"Well worth it."

"Worth what?" You asked breathlessly. 

"The shit Rafe is gonna give me for fucking a pogue." He teased s kiss to which he wouldn't commit, before leaving you with the guilt you had ignored until now. The same that rushed over you tenfold. 

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[rafetopia]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝

please note that most (if not all) of my own work is going to be platonic!!

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

nothing yet

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

nothing yet

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

movie night (fluff)

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being housemates in college

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

nothing yet

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[maybanksbabe]

https://www.tumblr.com/maybanksbabe/721647564378800128/rafe-fingering-reader-until-she-gums-while-him

Remember when someone sent in something about letting Topper and Kelce watch them fuck? Okay this is how it starts things just escalate after this

You're so right bestie oh my god -

You and Rafe have long since forgotten about Top and Kelce being there but the boys are having a great time watching (and maybe Top is getting himself off too) but you just feel so good and Rafe knows your body so well that he doesn't even really have to try anymore he just Gets It

But god forbid either of them suggest they have a go with you because absolutely not. Only Rafe knows your limits and boundaries and especially when you're not sober he's not going to hand you over to be taken advantage of by his friends. Never in a million years. They can look but not touch.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe thots #topper thornton #kelce outer banks #libra speaks

[b1ravenclaw]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Outer Banks (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafe Cameron/Reader, Rafe Cameron/Topper/Reader, Kelce (Outer Banks)/Original Character(s) Characters: Rafe Cameron, Topper (Outer Banks), Kelce (Outer Banks) Additional Tags: Polyamory, Dry Humping, Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary:

poly!kook boys x reader one shots! Will include smut, fluff and maybe angst who knows.

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[countryclubkilla]

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[rafesgoldrings]

Let Me Help

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kelce x reader

Warnings: potential season one spoilers??, light smut, oral sex (f receiving), blood, violence, guns, fighting, reader threatens to kill someone, suggestive ending, language, reader is a bitch

Summary: after hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

A/N: since reader is said to be wearing a skirt, the outfit above is exactly the kind of outfit i pictured

Okay but imagine Rafe, Kelce, and Topper using you as bait for Pope and JJ after the boat thing. You’d all been best friends for years and while it was purely platonic, they couldn’t deny that you were easily the hottest girl on the island. So when they decide they’re going to jump them at the movies and you overhear, you step in with your own idea.

“Let me help” they all gave each other hesitant glances not wanting you to risk getting hurt. But you were stubborn and refused to accept no as an answer so they reluctantly agreed, all realizing that maybe this was actually a great idea.

JJ was easy to lure in. All you had to do was flash him a pearly smile while wearing a tiny little skirt and crop top and he was on his knees for you. Literally, on his knees eating you out in the bathroom before it got dark. If you were going to be involved, you at least wanted something out of it and JJ just so happened to be an expert with his tongue. He was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t notice the way you grabbed his bag and took the gun.

‘Stupid fucking pogue’ you’d think to yourself as your orgasm washed over you.

“That was great JJ, meet me behind the projector tonight and i’ll gladly return the favor” he nodded eagerly, standing up and giving you a sloppy kiss. You left the stall, making sure to sway your hips to really lay it in, and scanned the crowd for your next target.

Pope was a bit harder, you couldn’t lure him with sex because he was such a virginesque geek. So you had to actually use your brain and think of something that would be effective but not too obvious. You tried to remember all those times you’d overhear him at parties when suddenly it hit you, his weird fascination with becoming a coroner. Now this seemed like a weird route, but you happened to have an uncle that taught forensic pathology at the university and you could easily play it off like you were giving him a good word.

“Hey Pope” he’d walked up to the food stand to get some popcorn not noticing you at first.

He wasn’t exactly a fan of you, but he didn’t not like you either. He knew you were friends with the whole ‘death squad’ but also heard that you were incredibly sweet and crazy smart so how bad could you be?

“Oh, hey Y/N” the smile on his face was forced and you knew that, but you knew how to work your charm.

“I hear you’re wanting to go into forensic pathology, did you know I have an uncle that teaches that at the university? I could put in a good word for you if you wanted” your signature bright smile on display, head tilted slightly.

His eyes went wide when he finally understood what you said. This could be huge for him, he’d be crazy if he declined.

“Really? That would be great! Do you think there’s any way you could get me into contact with him?”

“Of course! Just meet me behind the projector tonight and we can swap contact info yeah? Don’t want anyone knowing i’m playing favorites” he quickly nodded, a large smile on his face. Sucker.

“Cool, see you around Pope” your hand brushing his arm as you gave him a flirtatious wink and walked away.

When you returned to your boys with the results, they each kissed your cheek. Kelce bowed down to you and the other two followed shortly after, the laugh you let out enamoring them completely. Now it was just a waiting game.

Nightfall shortly came, the movie playing on the screen not anything you’d cared about. The only thing you cared about was teaching those dirty pogues a lesson, and when you noticed JJ sneaking off from his friends you knew it was go time.

“Hey! Get ready boys, we’re about to have a real fun night” you hit Rafe on the shoulder before standing up, pulling your skirt down and ignoring the very obvious stares from the guys.

‘Typical’ you thought, rolling your eyes and walking towards the direction JJ went. But not before winking at Pope and signaling him to follow you, the others following behind unnoticed.

When you and Pope arrived behind the projector, JJ found it weird. He’d totally still get his dick sucked in front of Pope but like, why did you invite him there to watch? Unless you were just into shit like that, then he was all for it. Whatever got him that blowjob that was promised.

Pope was confused why JJ was there with a raging erection for a discussion about your uncle who’s a forensic pathology professor. That seems like a weird thing to be excited over, even for Pope.

But when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce surrounded them and you had a sick smile on your face, they understood they’d been set up. It was like vultures circling their pray, JJ immediately went for his bag to grab the gun and panicked when it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?” you waved the gun in the air, your voice low and taunting.

Your boys looked proud that you managed to steal it while Pope and JJ were scared shitless. Pope, not thinking clearly, lunged for Topper which set off a chain reaction. Rafe was hitting JJ, Topper was hitting Pope, Kelce was going back and forth between the two trying to help whoever needed it. You just stood back watching in satisfaction. That was until Kie decided to join in, jumping on Toppers back and punching him to try and get him off Pope. Rafe grabbed her and threw her to the ground, you tried pushing that feeling of jealousy down but it was far too intense to do so.

“Reach for that lighter and I promise you i’ll kill you Kiara. Don’t fucking test me” Kie froze at the feeling of cold metal being held agaisnt her temple and she knew it was a gun.

She slowly stood and backed away from the bag having no choice but to watch her friends get beaten. Pope was in a chokehold, Rafe and Kelce were holding JJ back and landing blow after blow to his stomach. It wasn’t until Pope was nearly unconscious that you decided to stop it.

“Okay boys, we’ve had our fun. Can't exactly kill him here at least, let’s go home. I’m bored” an exaggerated yawn filling the air.

They let go of them and walked over to you, blood on their faces and knuckles from the punches, and the four of you walked to Topper's jeep. There was a silence that fell over you when you’d gotten in, not necessarily an awkward one, but also not very comfortable. It wasn’t until you spoke that the tension was broken.

“That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot. Oh my god i’m so turned on right now” they looked at you in shock, you were never this bold in any scenario.

“You’re so fucked up Y/N. Such fucked up little whore.” Rafe was the first to speak, turning to face you with a smirk on his face.

“You like that? Like seeing us beat the shit out of those dirty pogue pretty girl?” Kelce was the next to speak, turning around in the passenger seat to look at you more clearly.

“Didn’t know our innocent girl was so dark, how should we take care of that baby?” Topper looked at you in the rear view mirror, noticing how at some point in between then responding, you’d taken your panties off.

“How about each of you take turns with me? Show me what else those hands can do?” you had such an innocent look on your face and that mixed with your pouty lips, the sweet scent of your perfume, and your glistening cunt in the moonlight drove them crazy.

“Oh that can be arranged princess” Rafe growled, the others humming in agreement before Topper started the car and sped home.

This was going to be a very long and fun night for the four of you.

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[rafesaddiction]

The tight end (or: Football Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You need to study for your exams and Rafe wants to watch the football game with his friends. Studying is boring and you need a little help from the boys. Rafe is not pleased.

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, spanking, rough sex, p in v, semi-public sex (they can hear you), fingering (they sure can see that), possessiveness, kinda size kink cause rafe is big, bratty!reader, grumpy!rafe, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, amused!barry, curious!kelce, i-can't-with-this!topper

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging @dream-pink , @dope-trope-105 since this is most definitely Rafe Cameron smut. Enjoy!

a/n This is none of the stuff I said I was working on, just something short to indulge myself. Something light and fun. It kinda takes place in the same “universe” as Hole Practice, but it's not part 2. Comments, reblogs and likes are more than welcome. They keep me from going insane. Go Panthers!

“Gonna get myself another beer,” Rafe groaned as he lifted himself of the la-z-boy.

“Might need something stronger to suffer through this shit show.”

He looked at Barry who had made the comment and was pointing at the tv screen with his beer bottle.

On the screen the Panthers were literally fucked up the ass. And they deserved it as they delivered their worst performance ever. This game really sucked. Rafe hadn't bet any money, but he took it kinda personal when his favorite team performed this shitty. It totally ruined his mood. To be fair, it didn’t take much to ruin Rafe's mood, but this was like in the top 20 of mood-ruining events. And this was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, watching the game with his friends. Yeah, Barry was now officially one of his friends and none of Rafe's kook friends ever doubted his status – if they had, that would totally have ruined Rafe's mood.

“While you're at it, pretty boy, fetch me another one too,” Barry shook his half-empty bottle and grinned at Rafe, who had stopped on his way to leave the living room.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Rafe said in a sarcastic tone, frowning.

“You have some of these tiny snack bites? Diced cheese with a toothpick?”

Rafe shot Barry a deathly glare, who just chuckled.

“Uhm, I'd like another beer, please,” Topper's voice came from the left and Rafe's head spun around, making the blond shrink into the couch and mumble some sort of apology. Next to him, Kelce snickered.

Frowning, clenching his jaws, Rafe went to the kitchen – without killing one of his friends, yet.

Still frowning, Rafe rummaged through the fridge to get four bottles of beer. There were actually some cheese bits, which he left there, but he took a bag of chips out of the pantry, and returned to the living room.

And stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the beer at the sight of you sitting on the armrest of Barry's la-z-boy. You had your back to Rafe and were obviously engaged in some very intense conversation with Barry. You had drawn up your legs and were kinda kneeling sideways on the armrest. You wore one of Rafe's t-shirts, too big for you, but barely covering your ass. Your legs were naked – apart from the cat paw socks you wore.

“What are you doing here?”

You were not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be upstairs, studying for your upcoming exam. You were definitely not supposed to be cuddling up to Barry.

Rafe was fuming as you craned your head back to him and gazed at him with innocent eyes.

When you saw him, a sweet smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Rafey.” Rafe flinched at the hideous nickname, but you continued speaking. “I was looking for you. I needed some help with opening a water bottle and Barry was so nice to help me.”

Barry sat up, looking at Rafe, winking at him and showing said water bottle.

“Always a pleasure to help a damsel in distress,” he said, his gold tooth showing as he grinned at Rafe whose face had turned red by now, his features tensed up, his nostrils flaring.

“And now he’s telling me all about the tight end.”

You smiled.

Barry grinned.

Kelce snickered.

Topper choked.

Rafe growled.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But –” you turned towards Rafe, your feet dangling from the armrest, you looked up at him, pouting.

“Now!” Rafe barked and you flinched.

Having put the bottles and chips on the coffee table, Rafe walked up to you, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you with him, despite your squealing protests.

Rafe sat you down on the kitchen island. You looked at him, with big eyes and sulky lips. His hands rested on either side of you.

“The fuck were you doing? I specifically told you not to come downstairs!”

He glared at you through narrowed eyes, tilting his head to the side.

You lowered your gaze, your fingers playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“I was bored,” you admitted in a soft voice. Then you looked up, just with your eyes, meeting his.

“Please don't be mad at me,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, effectively directing his gaze. Then your lips parted, you breathed out and he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. “Rafey…”

He let out an angry growl, grabbed you, flipped you around and you squealed as your chest was pressed down on the hard surface of the kitchen island. Rafe shoved up your t-shirt and his hand hit your butt, only covered by your pink lace panties.

“Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again!” Rafe growled between gritted teeth and each word was accompanied by a slap on your ass.

You cried out, then tried to muffle your cries and whimpers by covering your mouth with both your hands, as Rafe gave your ass a very thorough spanking. He didn't care that your whining and crying could surely be heard in the living room as he hadn't bothered to close any of the doors.

One hand holding you down as you tried to wriggle your way out, while his other hand mercilessly slapped your ass and thighs, leaving marks in the form of his hand print.

His palm started burning and your skin must have felt as if in flames by now.

He was panting heavily behind you, his eyes on your ass as he pulled down your panties. He noticed the soaking wet stain and his hard cock twitched inside his pants.

You were a whimpering mess, your body trembling and only focused on the burning sensation his hand had caused, or you would have noticed what he was up to and you would surely have complained that you were still too sore from when Rafe had fucked you under the shower this morning.

You cried out as he pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy. He growled as he felt your walls clamping around him. He gave your already sore ass another slap, then started thrusting into you in a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, punishing you by using your body to satisfy his own needs. Your cries turned into whimpering sounds as he gave you what your body so desperately craved for.

Whatever you tried to say came out as a whining noise. His name was the only intelligible word you were able to utter.

“Rafe,” you cried.

“Rafe,” you moaned.

“Rafe,” you begged.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you up, made you turn your head and his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, devouring and bruising. He felt you clench so hard around him and moaning into his mouth as you came around him. Pushing your trembling chest flush against the surface, he fucked you through that orgasm, savoring your heated body's uncontrolled convulsing, your shameless moaning and enjoying knowing that he did this to you, that he was the only one who made you feel this way.

Rafe came with a groan, his cock buried up to the hilt inside your soaking pussy, filling you with his hot cum. He felt how you tensed up at the sensation and your walls clenched, milking him.

When he pulled out, you whimpered.

“Shhh…” He caressed your back as he cleaned you with a kitchen towel and put your panties back on.

Rafe cradled you into his arms and carried you back to the living room.

Barry chuckled, but didn't say a word as Rafe shot him a menacing glance.

Rafe reclined in his chair and you cuddled up to him, burying your face at his heaving chest. You were still trembling, your legs drawn up to your own chest and you were clinging to Rafe, when he caressed your back with one hand, the other hand holding a beer bottle as he focused on the screen again where the Panthers had somehow managed to turn the game around.

Rafe's hand trailed along your thigh and you flinched. You pressed your mouth against his chest and he heard you whimper as his fingers brushed over the sore skin. And not only he could hear your little whining sounds has he grabbed your ass.

Barry looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then grinned at Rafe, slightly shaking his head, lifting his bottle to drink.

Kelce licked his lips as his eyes moved over your body.

Topper stared at the tv screen, clutching his bottle so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Rafe’s hand shoved your shirt up, rubbed over your bruised cheek. His fingertips pushed your panties to the side and slid between your folds, eliciting a sweet mewling sound from your lips.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #outer banks #obx #smut fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe fic #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe x you #rafe cameron drabble #obx fic #outerbanks #outer banks smut #barry obx #topper thornton #kelce obx

[gardengirl222]

thinking about rafe, topper, and kelce, helping to teach you how to drive….

you were about to be gifted a pretty new car for your birthday but you still didn’t know how to drive so the boys said they’d help teach you! you stood in the shade picking at your nails as the boys planned an easy enough route for you to practice on without hitting anything or anyone. 

“can we get going pleaseee, you guys can trust me- i read a car manual once, i know how things work….”

“fine, we should be alright i guess…” rafe mumbles as he opens the drivers side car door for you to hop in, he sticks out his hand for you to grab to help you climb into his truck. with rafe in the passenger seat next you, top and kelce in the back you put on the seat belt and place your hands onto the steering wheel to wait for instructions. 

“i can’t believe you are lettin' her use your car man.” kelce shakes his head with wide eyes 

“it’s better than lettin’er practice in one of yours, mine the safest one if anything were to happen.” rafe turns his head back to you “j’us don’t crash…kay?”

“mmhm…how do i start?”

rafe, with his tendency to stress easily, guiding you through the basics of starting the car and adjusting the mirrors. his hands grip on the steering wheel as he instructs you like a child to put your foot on the brake pedal.

"kay, slow and steady now babydoll" rafe says, his voice stern yet soft, letting go of the wheel so you could try keeping it straight. "we don't want to accelerate too quickly, jus' easeee onto the gas...not too much!" you press down on the pedal with your foot as the car moves forward a few inches then breaks suddenly causing everyone in the car to jolt forward. 

“jesus!!…” topper breathes out, both him and kelce then grip onto the handles on the inside roof of the car.

"oh god, i'm sorry!" you wince

“s’alright s’fine just try- try again…” topper encourages as you place your foot back on the gas pedal again

slowly you start to get the hang of it, cruising slowly down the street at a decent pace, everyone seems to be relaxed as you are gaining confidence behind the wheel. then your phone starts to ring, you look down to were you set it down near the cup-holders which causes you to lose a little control of where you are going and makes the car swerve slightly and speed up. 

“EYES ON THE ROAD!” they all shout boyishly, panicked and clearly stressed. rafe’s hand flies out in front of you to emphasize its importance.

“that might be kie, can i get it?” 

“NO!!!” they all shout again

“jeez, ohkay!”

kelce mutters little prayers under his breath "please, let us survive this.” you let out a nervous yelp when up ahead you see a squirrel just chilling in the middle of the road.

“what do i do!”

“JUST SLOW DOWN!” “EYES ON THE ROAD!” the boys shout overlapping their panicked voices, you scream and squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away.

“NO HEY! DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY!?” rafe shouts all rambly

“ohkay!” you hit the breaks just before the squirrel scampers off up a tree.

“ALRIGHT OUT.” rafe commands, pushing his hair back out of his face, then unbuckling you. “I’m driving the way back, switch.”

as rafe gets out of the passenger seat and rounds the hood of the car to get into the driver seat as you climb over the armrests to get to your new seat. 

“jesus kid…you know what?...you wanna go somewhere in your new car? call me and i’ll take you wherever you wanna go….s’dangerous havin' you out on the roads like this.” rafe huffs as he starts the car again.

“we almost died!” topper lets scoff almost in disbelief at how things took a turn.

“I got slightly distracted! wasn’my fault.”

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[thecameronchronicles]

2 A.M.

TW: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex. 

SUMMARY: Your brother’s friend has spent the night as he’s done a thousand times before. Only this time, your relationship with him changes. 

WORD COUNT: 2200

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

2 A.M.

You gasped at the sudden jolt your brother’s cruel fingers made into your sides. The same horrid trick he had enacted since you were old enough to endure it without running to your mother in tears. But as you glared at him, you had been blissfully unaware of the way his friends eyed you in your chosen attire. The same style of pajamas you wore every night, shorts and a tee, would act as a means of seduction for the two boys you’d known as long as you could remember. So used to their presence that their longing glances were often misconstrued as temporary focus of the humorous exchange between you and Topper. But one set of eyes looked at you one moment too long to remain platonic. 

“Maybe you can invite Sarah-” Topper began, a tender tone only offered if it meant he could soften you enough to do him this favor. But whether it was payback for the way he had just tormented you not even a minute prior or the fact it was your simple birthright as his sibling, you held your hand up to silence him. 

“I do not want to take any part in your soap opera relationship. YOU have her number…YOU can call her…” 

“She isn’t answering my texts…” He muttered as Rafe commented about his sister’s annoying habits to ‘slum it with the pogues’ while you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Wish I had the same luxury…”

“At least my friends want to spend a Friday night with me. Yours are too busy finding better things to do. Maybe if I paid them, they might pity you enough…” You offered a middle finger set in his direction as both of his friends looked at each other before cocking their jaws to the way you were so easy to rival him. 

“Well since you aren’t going to make yourself useful…scram, squirt…” He shot as you rolled your eyes, watching him reach to the cabinet you’d been unintentionally been blocking. Two bags of popcorn in hand, he set each one to his friends’ grasps before returning for yet another snack. 

“Maybe if you bring us some beer in a few minutes, I might let you drool over Rafe like you used to.” Your eyes widened in horror. One comment to Sarah when you were too young to realize how detrimental someone like Rafe would be in a romantic situation, you were never able to quite live it down. Because of this, Rafe also carried through the taunt, a look of undeserving sadness across Kelce’s eyes. 

“Do you think she’s still into me?” You heard Rafe ask as Kelce offered the nose of the bag to your arm. 

“Want some?” You agreed, offering a kind smile and a shrug, completely unaware that the returned expression was one of amorous notion and not a platonic friend you believed they were as a side-effect of knowing your brother. After thanking him, you moved up to your room in search of something to do. When only boredom found you throughout the array of mentally rejected party invitations, you considered traveling across the hall to torment your brother even further. Perhaps teasing him about Sarah coming over, only to watch him deflate when you confessed your deceit. But even if he could be unruly and obnoxious, you weren’t quite that cruel. Even if he made it tempting…

“It would be more fun if you were here.” The message across your screen made your lips widen into a smirk as you positioned yourself more comfortably upon your bed. Flat on your stomach with her knees at a bend to produce a mindless dance well over your head from behind. This began a conversation humorous and informative as you began to see a side of Kelce you believed was reserved for your brother. But just as you had become comfortable with it, wondering if perhaps the certain comments he made were indeed flirtatious, the responses came to an abrupt hold. Without a second thought as you blamed yourself for reading too much between the frequent lines, you return to the task of a cure for your boredom. 

Nearing midnight, you closed out an hour of thoughtless scrolling through social media before coming to a recent picture of Kelce himself and the way you felt drawn to him tonight of all nights. You’d seen him beneath your roof at least a million times and yet never once had you thought of him like this. With such thoughts that had you curious of what would happen if you were to send him a specific type of selfie to punish him for his lack of a response. Eventually, a string of ‘emergency’ texts from Sarah of a fight with John B had you distracted until your eyes became heavy enough to excuse yourself from the impromptu therapy session. 

But the thoughts of Kelce remained in the back of your mind. Causing for a specific inner restlessness in need of immediate attention. Ignoring this, you began to pace the floor of your house, not willing to risk the bombardment of Topper or one of his friends harboring that moment to hold over your head later. Because of that, you opened the bedroom door to find Kelce exiting the bathroom at the same moment, toothbrush halfway from his mouth. An awkward half-wave was offered as you cocked your jaw before limiting the distance between you. 

“Please tell me you have something to smoke…” His brow lifted as he looked towards Topper’s bedroom. 

“I don’t know how he’d feel about you smoking…”

“There’s a lot of things Topper doesn’t need to know.” You winked, moving to the edge of the hall as the toothbrush now came to the floor. He was quick to reach down and apprehend it as you smirked. 

“Are you coming?” You offered, salacious with your chosen tone, before he followed you to the balcony on the far side of the house. 

“Since when do you smoke?” He questioned as he offered a blunt from his pocket. 

“As long as I’ve been a ‘Thornton’.” He slowly shook his head in disbelief. 

“What?”

“Just every time I think I know you, you’re…you're not what I thought…” You turned your entire focus to Kelce. 

“What DO you think?” You asked, taking that first inhale. Even though you knew it would take a moment to feel the effects of the coming high, you found entertainment in the new tension between you and your brother’s best friend. 

“That you’re trouble.” 

“You don’t know the half of it, Kelce…” You teased with a bite to your bottom lip before moving to take another charge behind your lips. But just before the filter paper made contact to the part necessary, you would feel him pull your hand away. 

“I want you to remember this, sober…” He explained, pulling you to your feet in the lift made of his own physique. A soft guidance to the side of the house as your spine aligned with the stiff paneling at your back. But his lips had yet to meet yours, instead, they simply teased. Instead, his hands rose from your waist and to your bodice, thumbs brushing beneath the tight tee. 

“Kelce-” His hand suddenly appeared at your cheek, silencing you with his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“Good thing for you…I like trouble…” He explained with a soft kiss to your lips, the passion needed now secondary as you found your first kiss to be everything you believed didn’t exist outside of literature or cinema. The tremble found in your smirk as he pulled away was enough to indicate your lack of feigned experience. 

“Is this okay?” You nodded, “You’re shaking…” You slowly nodded. 

“You make me nervous…You make me…” He interrupted you as he teased the divide your shorts made against your body from being a size too big in order to make your tremors carry on in continuation. 

“Wet…” He smiled as you were only able to answer in a deep exhale. The exposed cleavage granted a teasing of his lower lip. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” You nodded, the bobs quickening as he smirked to your desperation. The thumb on your lip returned as he desired to feel your every motion and breath against him. Your eyes came to a sweet close in order to relish and experience each and every feeling he brought as a new sensation to you. 

“Kelce? Brat?” Topper called out as Kelce pushed his body harder into yours, his knee keeping your legs apart as his second hand came over your mouth. 

“Are you a brat?” Kelce whispered into your ear. 

“I think you just need someone to take care of your attitude…someone to make you behave…” Your eyes widened before hollowing out completely in lust. 

“Someone who isn’t intimidated by you…” He continued to speak into your ear as Topper’s steps led in the opposite direction, “Is that what you want?” You nodded as he dropped his hand. 

“Then tell me…” 

“Please, Kelce.”

“What are you asking for? For me to stop?” 

“NO!” You gasped, the edge so close you could feel that tightness familiar within your stomach. A sensation only felt once before. Alone. 

“Then I think you should tell me before you aren’t able to say anything…”

“I want…” Your lips came into a part, ghosting over the separation, only to retreat. 

“Yes?”

“Fuck me, Kelce…please…”

“Let me see if you ARE worth the trouble…” You were suddenly turned against the banister of the porch, left in the sable moonlight and its temporary exposure. Even if nightfall offered some sort of shield, the way he submitted you against the wooden ledge once finally penetrating you, would leave your actions broadcast to any in earshot. 

The feeling of his body at a rage against yours, hips rising and retracting like waves to shore had contrasted and overthrown any potentially pleasurable experience even remotely similar. Self-experimentation and the handful of encounters you’d had prior to him and nothing came close to the way his hands wrapped you into him. Although lustful, he remained careful to the way you were taken. 

“I wanted to do this the second I saw you bent over that counter in the kitchen…” He spoke into your ear from behind. 

“You can…” He smirked. 

“Now, I don’t need your permission, baby…” You groaned before resting your head against his shoulder, feeling him take a deep hold across your chest. His hand wrapped around the column making up the center of the exposed balcony, clawing into the make up as if it could offer some release. As he began to falter behind you, dominance exchanged for basking in the way your body reacted and responded to him, you turned him towards the furniture at your back. 

“I-”

“My turn…” You offered, straddling over him with your entire waist left nude as he’d simply pushed everything aside previously. But once realizing how vivacious you were behind your usually submissive smile, he reached upwards to the straps of your tee, stretching them just enough to move behind your shoulders and expose you completely to him. 

“Fuck…” He breathed deeply upon taking your breasts within his hands, fondling enough to imprison your lip between your teeth. 

“Faster…Faster…” He requested, his tone slipping into submission as you were the one to obey over him. Riding into him as his cock stretched you beyond comfort, quickly mended by a coming orgasm, all sent you to clench your teeth. In those final moments prior to an unleashment of a mutual high better than any drug from any dealer in any rundown part of town, he was suddenly against you. Lips captivating your breasts before he spun and lifted you onto your back. 

“Come quietly for me, baby. Hard. But quietly.” He smirked, nuzzling himself into your neck to allow soft kisses. But it would be the quick and sporadic quick exhales and moans that sent your eyes to roll as he resumed that ungodly pace into your sensitive thighs. 

“Kelce…”

His hand moved over your mouth. 

“Quietly baby, your next time, I’ll have to gag you.” You slowly nodded, thrilled at the thought, before feeling him tighten and relinquish himself within. Your body responded accordingly, shivers and tremors trading until you were left in only the bliss of the encounter. 

“Next time, I’m not waiting until 2 A.M.” He explained, breathlessly. 

“Next time?” He nodded. 

“Definitely…”

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[drewsephrry]

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[maybanksbabe]

Rafe fingering reader until she gums while him, Topper and Kelce get high

I -

Am I into this??

The way it wouldn't even be intentional to start off with but you always get horny when you're high, but your choice of drug is normally weed, not anything hardcore like the boys, so you're all high and floaty and feeling needy, so you sit in Rafe's lap after he's taken a bump and completely forget about Top and Kelce as hands wander and kisses linger a little too long.

Maybe it low-key becomes more of a regular thing?

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