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…INTRODUCING KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER
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kook!sweetheart!reader is thee most fashionable girly in the obx and has her own lingerie line. along with scrapbooking, she loves to journal. carries a digital camera with her everywhere she goes. diy queen, she loves to make her own accessories. always donating to charity and offering a helping hand. values quality time with those that she loves.
kook!sweetheart!reader is definitely a secret girlblogger. gives the best advice, she’s like the wise older sister. ‘princess of figure eight’ is what everyone refers to her as. takes the best selfies, and has everyone drooling over her pics (especially rafe). even though she’s a sweetheart, she doesn’t let anyone walk all over her, and isn’t scared to defend herself.
kook!sweetheart!reader is a pink pilates princess, lululemon sets and all. she’s a socialite! you’ll catch her at every single event that’s thrown on figure eight. definitely admired by many, home and afar. it girl. her favorite top is a baby tee that says ‘stargirl’ in pink script. you will never catch her without her hair and makeup done.
౨ৎ bed chem (one shot)
౨ৎ rafe finds kook!sweetheart!reader’s girl blog
౨ৎ rafe jerking off to kook!sweetheart!reader’s pictures
౨ৎ tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader getting handsy with rafe
౨ৎ bsf!rafe teaching kook!sweetheart!reader how to drive
౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader and rafe scrapbooking together
౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader punishing rafe for ripping her lingerie
౨ৎ rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader taking risqué pictures of each other
౨ৎ rafe comforting kook!sweetheart!reader after she fails her driver’s test
౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader and rafe making out after an icecream date
౨ৎ kook!sweetheart!reader walks in her first runway show and rafe has a front row seat
౨ৎ rafe being kook!sweetheart!reader’s big manly body guard as she washes cars for a charity drive in her little bikini
ᯓᡣ𐭩 tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader getting handsy with rafe and even though he likes her sm, he takes her home and makes sure she’s safe 🥺
warnings: alcohol consumption, flirting, reader is v handsy lol (rafe loves it though)
you were such a lightweight, you knew having another drink wasn’t the smartest choice. after one shot and downing a margarita like it was a slushy, you found yourself dancing with your girlfriends in the middle of topper’s living room. rafe watched you from afar, his tongue running across his teeth as your skirt rode up your thighs.
“when are you giving that poor man a chance?” your friend giggled in your ear, making your eyebrows knit in confusion. “who?” you looked around, immediately spotting rafe in the corner. it was like he was trying to tempt you with the way he was manspreading, the thin material of his t-shirt doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath it.
“i don’t know..” you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he sent you a wink before bringing his cup up to his lips. “i think i’m gonna go say hi-” your friend attempted to pull you back, but you were already well on your way. “hi, rafe.” you chirped, your skin flushed due to the alcohol in your system.
he gazed up at you, your eyes twinkling underneath the soft lighting. “hey, sweetheart. you look pretty.” you did a spin for him, adjusting the small purse on your shoulder. “is this seat taken?” rafe shook his head, motioning towards the empty spot next to him. instead of sitting on the couch, you got comfortable in his lap, making him curse under his breath.
“well this works too.” he laughed, draping an arm across your waist. you blinked slowly, resting your head on his chest as you stroked the underside of his jaw. “i like your arms,” you whispered, “and your face..” rafe hummed, taking your hand in his own. “yeah? i like your face, too.” he cooed, adjusting your skirt so no one else can see the color of your underwear.
“take me home.” rafe nodded. “of course, i wouldn’t want you getting in an uber like this.” he took a sip from his drink, nearly choking when he felt your fingertips tug at the belt loops of his jeans. “no. take me home, rafe.” at first he didn’t understand, but when he saw you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, it was a look he knew all too well.
“what did you have to drink?” desperate to divert your tipsy mind elsewhere, rafe moved your hand away from his lower half. of course, he failed, only making you peck his cheek instead. rafe’s sanity was hanging on by a thread. your lips were soft against his skin, your perfume smelled so sweet, and worst of all, your ass sat perfectly where he needed you most.
“umm- i can’t really remember..” you trailed off, shrugging before nuzzling your nose into his neck. “fuck.” he said through gritted teeth, deciding he better get you back to your place before anything escalated. “come on, let’s get you home.” he helped you up, holding onto you tightly as he lead you two out of topper’s house.
you were laughing the whole way to rafe’s truck, a squeal leaving your lips when he hoisted you up into the passenger’s seat. somehow during the duration of the ride to your house, you managed to kick your feet up on rafe’s lap, humming sweetly to the most disgusting lyrics playing out of his speakers.
once you two pulled into your driveway, you let him carry you over his shoulder, too tired to protest otherwise. “are your parents home?” he put you down momentarily to grab the key from under the welcome mat. “of course not.” you yawned, sighing in relief once he got the door open. rafe watched you kick your heels off, tiptoeing to the couch before face planting into the cushions.
eyes trailing down your body, he looked away when he got to the bottom of your ass cheeks shamelessly peeking out from underneath your skirt. grabbing the blanket closest to your sleeping figure, he covered you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you stirred lightly, melting into his touch. the longer he stayed, the harder it was for him to leave.
“alright.” he groaned quietly, sparing you one more glance before locking the door behind him. he made a mental note to call you and check on you first thing in the morning.
kook!sweetheart reader that gets rafe to teach her how to drive because her rich parents shelter her and don’t want her exposed to the dangers that comes with driving 😓
warnings: bsf!rafe, rafe calls reader ‘babe’, terrible driving (she’s me i’m afraid), rafe has a lot of patience in this one
a/n: i screamed when i saw this!! thank you for the req, mwah <3
“wait, i’m scared!” you took your hands off the steering wheel, your heart beating in your ears as the engine of rafe’s truck roared to life. “look around us, it’s nothing but empty space, it’s impossible to mess up, ‘promise.” he reassured you, taking your hand and putting it on the shift gear. “is your foot on the brake?” you hummed, glancing at him before you put the truck in drive.
“alright, now just ease off of it slowly, it’s gonna go by itself.” once the vehicle started moving and you looked a bit more comfortable, rafe let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “atta, girl..” you ignored the butterflies in your tummy, keeping all of your attention on the parking lot in front of you. “okay, you could give it a little gas now- hey!” rafe shouted, making you jump and slam on the brakes.
“see! i can’t do this!” you cried, rubbing your palms on the denim of your jeans. “yes, you can babe, it’s just- i said a little bit of gas, and we nearly flew across the island.” rafe sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. you stayed silent, already regretting asking rafe to take you out today. “hey, it’s alright, okay? m’sorry for yelling.” you swallowed thickly, slowly stepping off of the brake.
“this is good,” rafe sat up in his seat, “take a turn up here after the white line.” you did as he said, both of you cheering when you turned smoothly into the next parking aisle. “i did it!” you clapped your hands, quickly recovering when rafe grabbed ahold of the wheel. “let’s keep our hands on here, alright?” he laughed nervously. “s-sorry, that was stupid.” you huffed, cursing yourself in your head.
“no, you got it. let’s try parking, yeah?” you didn’t even want to imagine how terrible your parking was about to be. sure enough, you and rafe found yourselves standing in front of his truck, examining the position. “well.. you definitely parked.” he rested his hands on his hips, the sun beating down on both of you.
two parking spots. you took up two parking spots. “you know what, i’m just gonna have you drive me around everywhere, sound good?” rafe agreed without hesitation. “let me take a picture before we leave.” later on that day once rafe was in the comfort of his own bed, he did what he did every night and looked at your socials.
you had two new stories on your instagram, the first one being the photo of his truck from earlier with the text ‘i’m just a girl </3’, and the second being an off guard of rafe with one hand on the steering wheel, the words ‘my chauffeur is hot, yours is not!’ making a smile form on his lips.
rafe jerking off to one of kook!sweetheart!reader’s pictures and making a mess out of himself? 😵💫
warnings: reader sends pics, male masturbation, suggestive ending
[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image
[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: i just got this sample in for my next collection, what do you think?
rafe stared at his phone, utterly speechless at the sight. how was it that he was the one to receive a picture of you in the skimpiest lingerie he’s ever seen?
he swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he inspected every detail, every curve of your body in the photo. you were obviously in bed, the thought of him barging into your room and ripping every last piece of lace off of you before fucking you into oblivion was, without a doubt, something he was seriously considering doing right now.
mind scrambling to write a reply, rafe cursed under his breath as another picture lit up his screen.
[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image
[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: cute little detail, right?
if rafe thought he was losing his mind at the first photo, he was definitely losing it now. there, in the middle of your bra, hung a small gold pendant with the letter ‘R’, the damned thing glinting underneath the dim lighting of your room.
rafe was already a jealous hothead, so to see you put his own little mark on you willingly? oh, he was going to show you his appreciation. with his phone long forgotten next to him, rafe stroked his already hard cock, wishing his hand was your own as he brushed the tip with his thumb.
everything you did drove this man insane. the little glances at his lips whenever you two would be flirting, the way you rested your pretty hand on his thigh when he’d make you laugh, all of it— rafe felt it all boiling down to one thing. and he needed it bad.
“s-shit,” rafe shuddered, his eyes screwing shut as he imagined you on top of him, that pendent with his initial swinging in his face as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. he would bet all of his daddy’s money and tanneyhill, that you’d feel like heaven wrapped around him.
it was embarrassing to rafe how fast he felt himself approaching his high. his mouth fell open, a throaty moan falling from his lips as his hips bucked into his fist. he wondered if you’d let him cum or make him work for it, just like everything else.
the first time he tried to talk to you, you ignored him until you saw for yourself that he wasn’t in any other girls ear. everything, whether it was a peck on his cheek, or simply letting him take you out to lunch, you made his actions determine whether or not he was going to get what he wanted.
“holy fuck!” he whispered, his chest now rising and falling as the band in his stomach threatened to snap. never in his life had he wished he was somewhere else right now, that ‘somewhere’ being between your thighs, hearing your sweet cries of pleasure. rafe couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck his cum inside of you or paint your face, but after this? he figured he’d do both.
“oh, my g-” rafe’s words were cut short when his orgasm hit him, his jaw falling slack as his eyebrows knitted together. spilling his load into his hand, rafe groaned as his cock twitched in his boxers, a hiss sounding from his lips as he continued to move his hand languidly over his length.
by this point, it’d been well over thirty minutes since rafe had left you on seen, your ego a little hurt that he hadn’t responded to any of your texts after you dolled yourself up just for him. just as you were about to call it a night, your phone dinged with a message from none other than the man himself.
[11:33 PM] ray <3: made a mess. i’m getting in the shower and then i’m making my way over there. be ready for me, doll.
hello, for kook! sweetheart!reader, can we have please reader wearing her brand's lingerie but without doing it on purpose after a charity gala, rafe rips her lingerie. kook! sweetheart!reader get upset because she really cares about it. and to punish him, she decides that he is not allowed to touch her for a week. of course she does everything to drive him crazy. tysm if you write this request !
warnings: teasing, slight dirty talk, suggestive ending
“fuck, i’ve been thinking about taking this dress off of you all night.” you moaned against rafe’s lips, both of you stumbling into your bedroom. once he had you in your plush sheets, leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, it wasn’t long before your hips were chasing his own, desperate for any kind of friction against your lace-clad cunt.
“rafe?” you whimpered, fingers running across the nape of his neck. “talk to me, baby.” you couldn’t help but arch into his chest when he kneaded the flesh of your thighs. “want you to fuck me so bad.” you mewled, making the man on top of you curse through gritted teeth. “yeah? want me to make you feel good?” you hummed, anticipation settling in your tummy.
you felt his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, your eyes shooting open when a rip! sounded through your room. “shit.” rafe was already pinching the bridge of his nose, your underwear basically ripped in two. “rafe i told you about this already!” you pushed him aside, leaving your boyfriend sexually frustrated and uncomfortably hard in his slacks.
“it was an accident, i swear!” he watched you get up and examine your lingerie in the mirror. “an accident? this is the third time, ray..” you let the lace material fall to the floor, your bra coming off next. “i’m getting in the shower.” you sighed, rafe rubbing his eyes. he definitely wasn’t getting any play tonight. “babe can we just-”
“no.” you slammed the bathroom door shut, rafe muttering a ‘drama queen.’ when he heard the water turn on.
the following week was absolute hell for him.
prancing around in skirts that did nothing to cover your ass, swatting away his hands everytime he tried to touch you, teasing him endlessly and leaving him high and dry, he’d decided he finally had enough. “i’m begging here, alright? please sweetheart.” rafe had you cornered, a pout on your lips as you looked up at him.
“you know how much i love my lingerie.” you traced his lips as he hummed. “i love it too.” rafe snaked a hand down your side, resting it on the small of your back. “you’re killing me here.” you giggled when he feigned a painful expression. “i promise i won’t rip your precious panties.” he huffed out a laugh, only making you smile teasingly.
“i know you’re not..” you leaned in, pecking the corner of his mouth, “because i’m not wearing any.”
do you by any chance have any visuals of the lingerie kook!sweetheart!reader releases? i’m so in love with the way you write her, you’re so talented ✨
aww thank you so much anon 🎀 but yes, i do! i envision kook!sweetheart!reader releasing stuff like this! the light colors, the florals, the styles, etc.. these are from @/voight on instagram 🤍
i loved your pillow fighting drabble so much babes, can i please request another drabble inspired by the priscilla movie? the scene where priscilla and elvis are taking risqué pictures of each other, i feel like rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader would do that with her digital camera lol. tysm! ₊˚ෆ⊹₊ ⋆
warnings: rafe praising you in the filthiest of ways
a/n: i had to link this tiktok bc it’s literally them
“yeah, just like that.” it was taking everything out of rafe not to manhandle you out of your babydoll top, your pretty tits peeking through the sheer material. you waited to change poses between each flash and click of your camera. “should i go low like this?” rafe groaned when you arched your back, your mouth open in a feign moan as if to emulate the way he takes you in doggy style.
“you’re fucking gorgeous, baby..” he marveled, his hand coming down to smack your ass. you smiled, moving your hair out of your face as you took rafe’s finger in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the digit. “fuck.” he snapped the picture before pulling you in for a kiss, capturing the heated moment between you two with a snap!
“okay, okay, your turn!” you started unbuttoning his shirt, biting your lip as you ran your hands up and down his chest. taking the camera from him, you straddled his lap, resting a palm over his clothed erection. “say ‘i have the sexiest girlfriend everrr!’” rafe laughed as you took his picture, his eyes beaming up at you. “m’gonna need a few prints of these for my wallet.”
do kook!sweetheart!reader and rafe live together? like did she move in with him or does she just stay at his house a lot?
this is a really good question! every time i write a drabble for a prompt i receive, i don’t like to correlate any other fics with it, because then i feel like it should be a series at that point lol. i’ll say little things in my drabbles and oneshots that may indicate their living situation like; “your room” meaning you have your own place, or “shared bedroom” indicating you two live together. however, i’m obsessed with the idea of rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader ruling tanneyhill all by themselves <3 i hope i worded everything thoroughly 🤍
note: if anyone has any questions about any of the readers, including lore, or any details you think about, pls send an ask!
kook!sweetheart!reader participating in a charity car wash and rafe is there as her big manly body guard to scare off anyone who ogles her in her tiny bikini >.<
warnings: jealous!rafe, john b & jj & pope make an appearance lol, a littleee bit of an altercation
rafe wasn’t happy about this. at all.
“oh, how generous of you!” you took the hundred dollar bill from one of the regulars at the country club, blowing him a kiss as he rode away in his sparkling clean car. “was the kiss really necessary?” rafe grumbled, pulling you against his sun tanned skin. you giggled, your hand coming up to stroke the side of his face. “yes. maybe then he’ll tell his golf buddies to come down here and empty their wallets too.”
sensing your boyfriend’s distress, you turned around in his hold. “hey..” you cupped his cheeks, “we only have to be out here for one more hour, okay? think you could hold out from punching someone in the face?” rafe laughed, both of his hands squeezing your ass as he pulled you in for a kiss. hearing it before you felt it, you yelped when rafe slapped the globes of your butt.
“you’re terrible!” you pushed him away playfully, both of you watching as none other than the twinkie pull into the country club’s parking lot. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” rafe was quick to go up to the van, john b, jj, and pope all smiling at him innocently. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” rafe kicked the door, making you gasp. “rafe!” you scolded, quickly making your way over to pull him away.
“woah, man! we just wanted a wash. is your girl available?” you flashed jj a look, reaching for rafe’s arm. “like you can afford it.” rafe scoffed, his fists clenching at his sides. “i bet you i can.” it was silent for a moment, your heart dropping when rafe attempted to reach for jj inside the twinkie. “john b, do something!” you panicked, your strength comparing to nothing against rafe’s.
john b stopped laughing, separating them before pulling out a twenty dollar bill. “okay, alright! on a serious note though, can she just get cleaned up?” rafe shoved the bill against john b’s chest, spitting a ‘keep your pocket change, asshole.’ as you shook your head. “i don’t think that’s a good idea.” rafe finally let down, pulling you into his side. “aw, come on! i’ll make it fifty if you lather up for me.”
your eyes widened, jj wearing a smug look on his face. “motherfucker-” the twinkie sped off before rafe could lunge at it again, pope’s laughter echoing out of the parking lot. “i hate them.” rafe was seething at this point, his skin hot as he grabbed the small box your money was in. “go tell your friends you’re leaving, i’ll pay the rest of what you need.” without wanting to argue, you quickly told your friends bye before joining rafe in his truck.
“are you mad at me?” apart of you felt pathetic for asking, but with the way rafe was gripping the steering wheel, you couldn’t help but say something. “no, babe, i’m not mad at you,” he sighed, “i just can’t stand those fucking pogues.” he cursed, grabbing your hand. “you promise?” rafe pressed a kiss to your knuckles before turning on the engine. “i promise.” you sighed in relief.
“gotta’ get you home now. m’gonna rip that poor excuse of a bikini right off of you.”
Hey! I just saw the aesthetic of inside the camper of pogue!sweetheart!reader and I fell in love😭
I personally love kook!sweetheart!reader can you do one of kook reader’s bedroom?💗 (I love your work)
i’m definitely envisioning something like this. high ceilings, chandeliers, a more modern look for sure, fur rugs, sophisticated furniture.. i have so many visuals for all of my readers and rafe on my alt @honeymoonrafe 🎀 most, if not all posts on there are nsfw, so follow with caution <3
i’m so happy you love kook!sweetheart!reader, i love love love writing for her
what if rafe found kook!sweetheart!reader’s girl blog? omg and he see’s some nsfw reblogs…
warnings: use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (just once), reader is just a girl, 18+ links
a/n: i think i would die if this really happened omg
“i still think i should join you in the shower..” you looked up at rafe’s reflection from your vanity, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “we both know how that’ll end.” you laughed, adjusting your robe before twisting the door knob of your bathroom. “i’ll be right out.” rafe watched as you closed the door behind you, collapsing onto your bed with a sigh. he wanted nothing more than to get you underneath your sheets and, hopefully, have his head between your thighs.
just as he felt himself growing hard at the thought of you gasping his name, he heard your phone ding!
thinking nothing of it, he glanced at the device on your nightstand, a few more notifications coming in. his eyebrows knitted in confusion. you always had your phone silenced at this time of night. fingertips itching to check what was making your phone go off, he muttered a quick ‘fuck it.’ before grabbing the dammed thing. “tumblr?” he narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar app icon.
[11:41 PM] lanasweetheart liked your post: “something about a manly man getting the bestest sleep in a pink hyperfeminine bed (he’s so babygirl 🎀)”
rafe clicked the notif, a ‘what the fuck?’ falling from his lips when a picture of him sleeping next to you lit up the screen. tapping on the profile icon, rafe was in for a surprise when all your posts were now at the tips of his fingers. “three thousand notes?” he was in disbelief that a photo of the back of his head peeking out of your pink comforter had gotten so much traction. “girls really go crazy over that shit?” he laughed, full on scrolling now.
rafe thought it was cute that all your posts consisted of photo dumps of your nights out with your girlfriends, cute selfies with freshly done makeup, nail pics, some rant posts here and there about drama he already had the full scoop on, but then he came across a tag that said ‘୨ৎ thinking thoughts’ that completely flipped his brain inside out.
bf looked so dilfy today, should i ask him for babies?
“you totally should.” he whispered to himself, tongue running across his bottom lip as he kept reading. the next post was a reblog.
gorgeous gorgeous girls pout and whine and whimper instead of using words
“yeah, you do.” rafe could feel heat starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. you were always so sweet and graceful, your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel a smidge of jealousy that an app got to see this side of you before he did.
i just want him to break me sometimes. slap me, choke me, degrade me.. rough me up a little bit that’s all :(
“holy shit.” he cleared his throat, his cock now straining against the denim material of his jeans. he would’ve happily done all of that for you if you asked, but then again maybe that was the problem. you shouldn’t have to. apart of rafe felt bad for invading your privacy like this, but man was he glad that he did.
love when daddy picks out my lingerie for the night <3
rafe’s jaw was on the ground. ‘daddy’???? oh, you were so going to get it. “what are you doing?” rafe jumped at the sound of your voice, having not heard the water to the shower stop. you were in nothing but a robe, the scent of your strawberry shampoo filling up his senses. “what am i doing?” he repeated your question, getting up as he placed your phone back on your nightstand.
“yeah.. did i get a text message or something?” your heart started pounding in your ears as you watched rafe’s eyes grow dark. “no. no text message. ‘was just looking through your filthy tumblr account.” you blinked, chest rising and falling as your blood ran cold. “oh?” you backed away with each step rafe took until you were finally blocked by your wall. “mhmm, turns out my sweet little girlfriend wants to be treated like a whore in bed.”
you swallowed thickly, a gasp leaving your lips when rafe’s hand wrapped around your throat. “wanna be roughed up?” he laughed, dragging you over to your bed before ripping the robe off of your body. “i’ll fuckin’ rough you up.”
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNsRLEEF/
this edit but it’s rafe taking tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader home 🥹
OMGGG LITERALLY THIS FIC RIGHT HERE!!
i love when y’all send me stuff like this :(
thinking of kook! sweetheart! reader and rafe simply making out after an ice cream date. she's on top of him, laying on the bed. no one is home. she's in a cute little white dress, a bow in her hair, and rafe is sliding his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing her ass under her dress as they take turns sucking on each other’s tongues... sigh🎀
warnings: heavy make out session, groping, slight teasing, super sweet fluff
a/n: this ask had me going crazyyyy. ty anon for this lovely prompt <3
“you taste just like strawberry icecream.” smiling against rafe’s lips, you moaned softly when you felt his hands slip underneath your dress. “i can’t be loud, rafe..” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. he laughed before squeezing your flesh, hard. “ow!” you yelped, your eyes wide as he shook his head. “no one’s here, baby. you can be as loud as you want.” he rubbed his hands over the sore skin, his large palms running up and down your thighs.
taking his lips in a heated kiss, your fists balled up his shirt as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, the sweet taste of vanilla making your eyes flutter closed. you sucked on the muscle, making rafe groan. he was so, so hard, his erection poking at your tummy as he threaded his fingers through your hair. you loved the feeling of his hands on you. the groping, the squeezing, the way he knew exactly where to touch you in order to make you melt.
he pulled away for a moment, admiring your features as he traced the cupid’s bow of your now swollen lips. “how are you so fucking pretty?” despite both of you dry humping and sucking on each other’s tongues, you couldn’t help your cheeks from flushing at his compliment, a shy smile gracing your face. “rafe..” you pouted, “i’m serious! everytime i look at you i’m like; ‘holy shit my girlfriend is literally perfect.’” hiding your face in his chest, he laughed as he embraced you.
“with your cute little white dress and this bow in your hair. people probably wonder what the hell you see in me.” you slapped his arm playfully. “oh, be quiet. no one is asking themselves that.” you traced the underside of his jaw, both of you gazing at one another. “i do.” you bit your lip. “why?” you asked him. “i feel like i’m not worthy sometimes,” he shrugged, “you’re so sweet and kind and gentle, and then there’s me.” he laughed.
“..yeah, and then there’s you.” you sighed dreamily, bringing a smile to your boyfriend’s lips.
maybe it’s too early to ask this but what would each of the reader’s be for halloween?
i was just thinking about this the other day!! | pt. 2 | pt.3
bambi!reader is dressed as little bo’ peep since the colors are light and cute <3 she most definitely has rafe holding her staff for her at the end of the night lol
pogue!sweetheart!reader is dressed as a fembot from austin powers. it’s pink, and it also gives her an excuse to wear fluffy heels <3
kook!sweetheart!reader is dressed in the pink playboy bunny costume elle woods wore in legally blonde. everything about it is so her; the pink corset, the bunny ears, the little purse, she makes everything look cutesy!
farmer’s!daughter!reader has never really celebrated or dressed up for halloween, but decides to surprise rafe in a dallas cowboy cheerleader’s costume. specifically the vintage version.
latina!kook!reader being the iconic latina she is, decides to take after the second most iconic latina she knows and dresses up as maddy from euphoria. the cheerleading outfit since she loves the rhinestones <3
bitchy!kook!reader like kook!sweetheart!reader is also a playboy bunny, but the original version. it was rafe’s idea since he wanted to dress up as hugh hefner..
I LOVED YOUR COSTUME IDEAS FOR THE !READERS SO MUCHHH 💕💟🩷💝💘
can you pretty please make another? i’m trying to get some inspo myself lol
yes ofc! part one can be found here <3 | pt.3
bambi!reader dresses up as layla from buffalo ‘66. her and rafe end up recreating the photo booth pictures later that night. and of course, they do a little kidnapping re-enact ion as well >:)
pogue!sweetheart!reader decided to live up to her ‘girl scout’ title this year <3 she definitely handed out cookies instead of candy.
kook!sweetheart!reader is a victoria’s secret angel! she dresses up in her pink robe and angel wings that rafe ends up taking off of her later..
farmer’s!daughter!reader decided dorothy from the wizard of oz fit perfectly for the occasion since the summer tornadoes had already made their rounds around town.
kook!latina!reader is flora from winx club. she loves the sparkles, the colors, the heels, the flowers, etc.. and also bc @nemesyaaa said so <3
bitchy!kook!reader has to be regina george from mean girls. she’s bitchy, she’s rich, who else would do it better? rafe also loves the ‘R’ pendent on her necklace a little too much..
hii ! i just wanna say that i love your work and i love kook!sweetheart and pogue!sweetheart sooo muchh
if it's okay, can you please say how kook!sweetheart would act ? or her personality ? if you already have a post about that i'm sorry 😿 i wanna fully embody her !! ♡
aww i’m so happy you love them so much 🎀 you could find kook!sweetheart!reader’s official introduction here!
none of my !reader’s have specific features like hair color or hair type, eye color, etc… however, if you want something like outfit ideas or nails, makeup, etc… just send me another ask and i’d be more than happy to elaborate <3 i also have some visuals for kook!sweetheart!reader on my other blog @honeymoonrafe that account does contain 18+ content so just scroll with caution lol.
thank u so so much for replying to me >< i would really love makeup ideas & clothing ... ♡♡♡
makeup: i would say she doesn’t really have a set makeup routine, she goes based off of how she’s feeling for the day. but her go-to’s are lined lips, extra blush, light under eyes, and lip gloss <3
clothing: again, it really depends on how she’s feeling for the day. however, as it is stated in her description, she is thee most fashionable girl in the obx. she will never be seen wearing a casual outfit. pink and black are her staple colors. she wears lots of name brand items, including; van cleef jewelry, chanel stocking and flats, dior saddlebags, chanel earrings, etc…
ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊ addressing some comments and asks i’ve received about !reader’s and their descriptions:
since i first started introducing !reader’s to my blog, i’ve gotten so much positive feedback, but of course you can’t satisfy everyone and i’ve seemed to learn that very quickly despite my best efforts to achieve that.. so with that being said, i’m going to make this post in hopes to clear things up and answer some questions i’ve been getting <3
“!reader’s are just oc’s.”
this statement is right and wrong, and i’ll explain why. !reader’s are oc’s— original characters, in the sense that, yes, they are originally made. they have their own descriptions, their own little personalites and quirks, they’re supposed to be perceived a certain way. however, they are not your typical oc’s with their own name, a specified appearance (away from clothing and/or makeup), a specificed race or ethnicity, specified features, body types, hair types, hair color, the list could go on. there’s a reason why i introduce different !reader’s, and that’s to ensure that everyone who comes across my blog has a different !reader that they could either relate to or insert themselves freely. at the end of the day, it’s all for fanfiction purposes <3
“what if i don’t match with any of your !reader’s?”
i have lots of works on here without my !reader’s being paired with rafe. i have also took requests for official !reader introductions, my inbox is open to all ideas! can i guarantee that i’ll publish what you’re asking for? no, but that goes for all asks and even fic requests.
“can i use one of your !reader’s for a fic of mine?”
yes, i would love to see it! the only thing i ask is that you give credit where it’s due and let me know ahead of time so i’m not caught off guard :) i take things like this seriously because i put so much thought into creating my !reader’s. if you introduce your own reader’s with the same names, for example: kook!sweetheart!reader, our descriptions should look nothing alike. that goes for layout, images used in moodboards, personalities, color scheme, details, lore, etc.. i’ve been running into this problem recently and it can be frustrating seeing blatant copying without any credit. be mindful please.
this is all for now, but if anyone asks anymore questions i’ll add it to here :)
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊⊹ kook!sweetheart!reader walks her first runway for her own lingerie brand, and of course rafe has a front row seat.
warnings: rafe being a supportive bf, suggestive ending
a/n: trying a new fic layout, i hope you all like it as much as i do <3 lol i had the hardest time trying to decide on the song i wanted to use for this fic
you couldn’t believe the day was finally here. ever since you started your lingerie line, you wanted to have a runway show to showcase the beautiful pieces, and all thanks to rafe, he was able to make that possible. while your boyfriend insisted on being backstage with you, you told him to wait until you walked out for the finale, wanting to surprise him in full glam and a set you have yet to release. to say you were excited would be an understatement— you were literally having your very own victoria secret show.
with fashion bloggers, magazine editors, and most importantly; rafe, the man who believed in you more than yourself, being in attendance, you just wanted everything to take place smoothly. “oh my god, you look amazing!” you glanced up from the small vanity mirror, meeting kelce’s girlfriend’s gaze. “me?!” your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat. “look at you! kelce is going to lose his mind.” you laughed, admiring the way her makeup sparkled under the studio lights.
“you think so?” she smiled, both of you swallowing nervously when you heard a ‘okay, we’re on in five!’ over one of the staff’s walkie talkie’s. “oh, god, just what i needed to hear.” you joked. she hugged you before joining the rest of the girls in line. outside in the crowd, rafe was already taking pictures like a proud facebook mom, shushing kelce and topper once the lights dimmed and the music started. the intro to britney spear’s ‘gimme more’ began playing, the crowd letting out a series of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘ahhh’s’ when the first model walked out.
rafe was only recording for your sake, his eyes strictly set on his hands as he patiently waited for your entrance. everything that the models were wearing was something he had already seen on you behind closed doors. rafe couldn’t help but feel his chest bloom with pride as he looked around the beautiful venue. despite him paying for everything, you were the one who worked with the planner and coordinator to bring your vision to life.
and what a vision it was.
you had spotlights lining the runway, glitter littering the glossy flooring. various props were also placed on the sidelines. “look, here comes y/n!” rafe arched a brow at his friend, kelce clearing his throat awkwardly. “don’t get too excited, now..” rafe grumbled, eyes locked on your silhouette. the music reached it’s final bridge, your lingerie clad body illuminating the stage. rafe had no words. you were wearing wings like the angel you truly were, the rhinestones and embellishments on your set reflecting under the now multicolored lighting.
“you’re beautiful, babygirl!” rafe shouted, his eyes widening as you got closer. you looked ethereal. not one hair was out of place, your makeup done flawlessly to enhance your natural features. you caught sight of him, sending a wink his way before blowing him a kiss. “she’s getting it tonight.” he held a hand over his heart, watching the way your hips swayed as cameras flashed from every direction. rafe stayed standing up until you disappeared behind the stage, his smile reaching from ear to ear.
“now that’s a show..” he adjusted himself in his pants, posting you on his instagram with the caption; ‘she’s perfect.’
eventually, the event came to a star strucking end, your boyfriend meeting you soon after with a huge bouquet of pink roses. you couldn’t help the sudden wave of emotions from washing over you at the sight of him. “oh, rafe!” you threw yourself into his arms, being careful not to ruin your makeup. “you were so amazing out there, baby.” he rubbed your back. “yeah?” you pulled away, pecking his lips. “fuck yeah.” his voice dropped a few octaves, his hand finding the curve of your ass. “can you take those angel wings home?” he whispered.
“yes.. why?” you smiled mischievously. “cause i need you to walk for me again. naked this time.”