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summary: what started as a fun hobby quickly became more when your anonymous gossip blog unexpectedly began gaining traction after "kook king" rafe cameron discovered your writings about him and publicly bashed you, vowing to discover your identity.

       NAV ! Part One. Part Two (coming soon...)

notes .ᐟ okay, this is lowkey kinda ass, BUT bear with me, okay 🙏 i wasn't going to post this, but my babygirls told me to, so here you are. i was inspired by @zyafics 's absolutely incredible social media au, and i absolutely recommend checking it out !! also everyone ignore any typos they were so totally intentional and not at all a mistake...

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trump dies of congestive heart failure before being sworn in charge to like cast to reblog

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frat!rafe x tutor!reader who are mortal enemies until one day rafe is begging her to help him study for finals. “please. i wouldn’t be here on my knees if i didn’t need this.” she’d pull him up by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to an empty aisle in the library. “fine! just stop. you’re embarrassing me in front of my book club.” she’d scribble down her number, pushing the pink sticky note into his chest before walking away. frat!rafe who pockets a pair of her panties when she brings him to her dorm for the first time. tutor!reader who scolds rafe when he’s too busy flirting with her instead of focusing on his work (she secretly loves it).

frat!rafe x tutor!reader whose study sessions slowly started turning into movie nights and staying up till three in the morning. “i think it’s time for you to let me stay the night.” he’d stretch out on her mattress, his outfit striking a stark contrast to her hyperfeminine bedding. “sure, on the floor you go.” fifteen minutes later, and they found themselves awake in the dark, rafe painfully hard in his boxers while he laid on the fluffy rug next to her bed, and reader sexually frustrated that a man as hot as rafe was in arm’s reach and she couldn’t do anything about it. tutor!reader who started wearing mini skirts, pretending to drop stuff around her dorm in hopes of rafe catching a glimpse of her ass.

frat!rafe who definitely notices the reader’s advances and is struggling everyday not to slut her out the way he so badly wants to. tutor!reader who finally lets rafe play his music, flashing him a fake smile everytime he turned to see if she approved of the future lyrics emitting from her laptop. frat!rafe who stopped going to parties on the weekend so he could stay the night at reader’s dorm instead (yes, he’s still on the floor). tutor!reader who starts feeling sad that finals season is coming to an end, because she thinks rafe will go ghost now that he technically doesn’t need her anymore. frat!rafe who shows up to reader’s dorm, worried but still frustrated since she had been ignoring him for a little bit over a week already. “did i do something wrong? i’m just a little confused here..”

tutor!reader who finds herself bent over rafe’s lap, crying out in both pleasure and pain from his hand delivering harsh smacks to her ass. “don’t you ever ignore me like that again.” rafe would say through gritted teeth. frat!rafe who finally gives in, making her keep on her mini skirt and kitten heels while he fucks her into oblivion. frat!rafe x tutor!reader who both pass their finals with flying colors, and go public with their relationship the very next day. “my girl is beauty and brains, it doesn’t get more better than that.” he’d be admiring her from afar, gushing about her to all his frat bros.

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one order for a vanilla birthday cake pleaseee!

kook!reader texting rafe “what position have you got her in?” when he takes too long to respond to a text

happy birthday, angel 💓

BSF!RAFE + KOOK!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

manicured pink nails tapped impatiently on the restaurant table. eyes glued to the bedazzled device with a glittery pout adorning her lips. this was so unfair. rafe would have a fucking conniption if she even thought about not texting him back. and now it’s been… seven fucking minutes? yeah, right.

the last time she left him on delivered for two minutes he was blowing her phone up and all grumbly the rest of the week, pounding her into oblivion for playing games. dont get her wrong; she loved it. being fucked within an inch of her life was her favorite pastime.

but now? rafe cameron was like the worst hypocrite known to man.

‘what position u got her in?’

‘Be so fr’

it brought a smile to her pretty face seeing his sassy reply. with a satisfied huff, she set her phone face down on the table. why not make him sweat? picking up her long island iced tea with a devious grin, she was right back into the conversation with her girls.

the table was alight with giggles and gossip — the pack of kook girls enjoying lunch together after before hitting the beach.

it was supposed to be an easy day, a break from all the confusion and feelings still swirling around princess and her tall, handsome “best friend”. and she desperately needed that. needed some semblance of normalcy before shit took off and everything on the island changed when the two most hated and loved rich kids finally get together.

so she didn’t even flinch when her phone vibrated once, twice, thrice. she only excused herself from the conversation with a smile when her phone buzzed in a rhythmic pattern — a phone call. bubbles of giddy excitement filling her tummy as ‘rafey’ showed on the screen with a point five angled photo of him looking pissed.

“‘kay— be right back, girls!” she sang, already standing with her phone in hand.

“he finally called you, huh?” melodie, a beautiful brunette in a lilac bikini top teased. the table giggled, all looking at princess and feeling a rush of girlish excitement.

“get your man, baby!” another girl, aliyah, borderline squealed.

princess flushed, feeling her body heat up at the prospect of rafe being ‘her man’. god, imagine! she waved them off embarrassedly, teetering away on her platform flip flops, pleasantly tipsy as she leans against the outside wall of the restaurant.

“hellooooo?”

her voice was sugary sweet into the phone, looking down at her nails and checking the polish for any chips. the warm timbre of rafe cameron’s voice rumbled through the speaker, directly pressed into her ear. she found herself wishing to feel his lips moving around the words and against the shell of her ear.

“you’re somethin’ else, dollface.” he mumbled and she could hear the smirk on his lips.

“aw, you didn’t say ‘hi’, rafe…” she pouted, biting back a laugh at the sound of his heavy sigh on the other end.

“hi. you’re somethin’ else.”

“hiii. why’s that?”

his laugh came through the speaker, all deep and settling into her bones like it always does. she hears the tick, tick of his blinker, meaning he’s driving somewhere in that big truck of his.

princess looks around at the marina, taking the sight of obx residents enjoying the still warm, early fall weather. hot enough to take a dip without the water being freezing yet. rafe continued on as she flitted her gaze around the area.

he ignored her question, instead asking his own.

“checked your location. you tipsy right now?”

a giggle escaped her glossy lips, head lolling slightly, “mmm, maybe… why?”

“go back in and pay. sent you one fifty.”

she froze, pulling the phone from her ear and seeing an apple pay notification. he always did this. not like she could just use her dad’s card or anything.

“rafe cameron—“

he cut her off, hanging up after and not letting her protest, “hey— pay and then come back out. know i’ll let ‘chu make it up to me, a’ight?”

it was like a reverse walk of shame — explaining to her friends why she was leaving early and why she was covering the whole tab. walking back out with her purse on her arm as the familiar rumble of his truck approached, petulant in the way her arms were crossed. he pulled up right before her, rolling down the passenger window and smiling in that frustratingly charming way. dickhead.

she hung up with a guffaw, not believing he actually showed up when she was hanging with her friends. the possessive gesture makes her heart jump then fall. very boyfriend of him.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“oh, that’s how you talk to someone who just paid for your lunch? get in.”

she scoffed, amused at his gall. even more so at the fact she listened — shoes clacking against the pavement. rafe leaned over the console, opening the door for her. he looks good and smells better. that cologne she bought him for his birthday last year that he seems to be wearing a lot recently. an intoxicating smell that makes her feel drunker.

a plaid button up, rolled up to the elbow and exposing strong, veiny arms causes her mind to wander as he leans closer to her.

“hey, gorgeous,” that low drawl sends goosebumps over her body, paired with a half smile that’s so pretty.

comfortable in the seat she’s become so familiar with, he closes the gap between them. giving her a kiss so casual and natural, it makes her fluffy lashes flutter rapidly. sticky gloss transfered on his mouth that he doesn’t even wipe away.

she’s even more confused when flowers are thrusted into her arms. princess blinks at him like a fish — feeling a warmth settle in her chest at the sight of her favorite blooms wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.

“they, uh— they were in this ugly fuckin’ plastic. know you hate that so… yeah,” rafe shrugs it off as he pulls out of the parking lot.

princess decides this is technically a kidnapping. especially because she’s never been more confused and lost in her life.

he leans back in the seat, driving with one hand lazily, confidently. a glimpse of blue eyes at her and she’s smiling wildly, bringing the flowers to her nose to smell them. princess leans over and kisses his cheek, feeling drunker on the moment and smell of his skin.

“i— thank you, rafey…”

rafe takes notice of how small her voice is, how vulnerable. he nods, switching hands to rest one on her leg. large, warm palm soothing her and pulling her out of her mind before she can even begin to cause herself to spiral.

he clears his throat, squeezing the plush, smooth skin of her thigh, “cowgirl.”

her furrowed brow is adorable. looking up from the bouquet in her lap and over at him in question. there’s a drunken slowness to her, a haze. he hums and pushes his hand higher — marking a mental note of how easily her legs spread to make room for him.

“that’s what position imma have you in.”

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If it makes any of you feel better, Donald Trump will have an uphill battle to change the constitution. He will need:

-2/3 of Senators (60)

-2/3 of the House of Representatives (290)

-3/4 of the states (38)

In 2026, 33 senate seats will be up for grabs, and we’ll be able to vote for people who are against Trump and his ideals.

Breathe and remain hopeful because it’s not over. We can still fight and make Trump’s last four years hell.

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bitchy!kook!reader eating as always!!!! love the readers who actually have a personality!!

⊹₊⟡⋆♡ oh, nothing! just bitchy!kook!reader walking around the house in nothing but rafe’s favorite heels after he decides talking on the phone with his friends is more important than paying attention to his girl..

warnings: bratty behavior, rafe being sexually frustrated lol, groping, heavy teasing, suggestive ending

a/n: just a little something on the shorter side because these 2k+ wc fics have done their number on me lol

you rolled your eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips as rafe’s laughter echoed from upstairs. he has been on a three way call with kelce and topper for going on an hour now, and while you usually didn’t care, he had you waiting for him downstairs in full glam and an empty tummy. this is what you get when you try to play nice and put your catty attitude to the side for one night; a negligent boyfriend who had no care for anything else in the world except for what him and his idiot friends were rambling on about. your impatience is what lead you to be in the position you were in right now; naked and ignoring rafe as he followed you around the house, begging you to give him the slightest amount of attention.

“we can go get dinner now, okay?! i was just listening to topper vent about ruthie, i swear i wasn’t ignoring you!” he refrained from stopping you in your tracks, his cock stirring in his pants when he watched the way your hips swayed with every step. “oh, really?” you spun around, your boyfriend’s eyes falling down to your bare chest, “not responding to me when i called you downstairs like a thousand times wasn’t you ignoring me?” rafe opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when you walked away from him again. this time he watched you round the corner of the hallway, making your way into the kitchen before cursing under his breath.

you could tell you were driving rafe insane by the way he was gripping the kitchen island, his knuckles white with tension. “so, what? you’re just going to walk around like that?” he asked, his eyes burning into your skin. you shrugged, bending over the counter with a look in your eyes that made him want to wrap a fist in your hair and take you right there. “too bad you were busy with your friends earlier.. i actually wanted to be the sweet girlfriend tonight and give you dessert after dinner. oh well..” you pouted, walking past him as you flipped your hair over your shoulder. why were you like this? toxic, bitchy, mean, but still irresistible, sexy, and perfect?

“it won’t happen again, i promise.” rafe was hypnotized as he watched you walk into the living room, your heels clicking against the floor as your boyfriend pleaded with you to let him take you upstairs. “maybe the neighbors would appreciate the view a lot more than you do—” you barely touched the curtains before your boyfriend snatched you away from the large window. “that’s enough.” he said through gritted teeth, his gruff voice just right below your ear. suppressing the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “that poor excuse of an apology isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” rafe chuckled, his hands feeling like fire on your hips.

“let me show you how sorry i am..” he turned you around, his cock aching as he could now feel your tits pressing against him through his shirt. he was making it really hard for you to keep up your act. “acting like a little brat, i know exactly what you need right now.” you gasped when you felt him take a handful of your ass, his bruising grip only exciting you further. “and what is that?” you leaned in, feeling the last of your resolve crumble when he took your hand to feel him through the denim of his jeans. “it’s so hard for you, baby,” he nearly moaned, lowering his tone, “and i’m still so hungry..”

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thinking of sugardaddy!rafe cameron :3

warnings: fluff !, age gap (both parties over the legal age), slight bondage, unprotected sex (PLZ wrap b4 u tap), deepthroating??, established relationship, face sitting

pairings: rafe cameron (25) x fem!reader (19+)

sugardaddy!rafe who always takes his favorite girl to your favorite (and most expensive) restaurant every weekend.

sugardaddy!rafe who’ll hang up the phone as soon as he sees that sweet little pout on your lips, how he could deny such a pretty face?

sugardaddy!rafe ties your wrists together with the chanel ribbon that came with your newest bag (fourth pic).

sugardaddy!rafe who punishes you by making you ride his shoe or thigh.

sugardaddy!rafe secretly loves when you’re a brat.

sugardaddy!rafe who begs you to sit on his face after a particularly hard day of work(+ occasionally shooting somebody).

sugardaddy!rafe who slips his fingers into your mouth to help you fall asleep (or while he’s fucking you senseless).

sugardaddy!rafe makes you cockwarm him or keep his dick down your throat during long phone calls.

sugardaddy!rafe never wears a condom. “sweetheart, unless i can fuck this sweet cunt raw, you’ll never feel my dick again” he said once.

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a million things said between ten glances.

the communication of siblings is something holy and profound and irreplicable because who else knows your blood and bones and childhood like that? who else lived it with you? a partner can no you well, but not in the same way that your sibling does. they watched you become the person you are, they're the reason you became the person you are.

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randomly thinking about rafe corrupting john b’s sister. he takes such good care of her even though she’s a pogue and related to his sworn enemy. rafe gives her everything she’s never dreamed of having. he would definitely be all like “you think you can change sarah well i’ll do the same to your sister” type of vibe😭

bye i can def see this. he fucking hates being with a pogue but her being john b’s sister overrules all that. he’d corrupt her so bad, having full control over her so he can use her to fuck with john b’s head. he’d buy her anything she wants, any clothes, and the sluttier the better. john b gets mad at her for wearing another revealing outfit and when he asks where she got it from, the answer is always “oh, rafe bought it for me! cute, isn’t it?”. rafe would also soooo full on make out with her in front of john b, maybe even squeezing her ass, making her moan into his mouth. the satisfaction john b’s infuriated expression gives rafe is just indescribable.

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dhsjdjsjd guys this is literally rafe and baddie!reader !!!!!!!!!!!!!

credits to @/alivesxsx on tiktok

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sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

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She’s With Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

warnings: DUB-CON, biker!Peter Parker, a side of dark!Steve Rogers, hints of non-con

PLEASE DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU

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summary: Despite your blood, you always stayed out of the conflict between the bikers in town, but one choice throws you in head first.

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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

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Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

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your first kiss with pope was straight out of a fairy tale book. he'd taken to you the carnival, bought you a prize, and after that even offered to drive you back right on time. he's so cute. that's all you could think of. he was the prince you'd been waiting for.

you still remembered how pope's fingers drummed on the wheel, a cheeky smile on his face as he tried to sneak a look at you. you pretended that you weren't watching him, though you knew you were radiant with happiness. love was in the air, young love, sweet love.

he was everything that you'd ever wanted—a nice boy, a boy you could bring home, and for once a crush didn't mean pain. the way home had been peaceful, and you watched the stars glow under the dark, tapping on the window in a repetitive manner. noticing your restless, pope turned on the radio, and you shot him a grateful smile.

he was so careful with his driving, practically watching everything he could. you were tired of hiding your grin when you noticed how slow he was going, and oh, how nervous Pope seemed, as if this mattered more than anything.

it was only when he parked the car near your driveway that you got to look at him properly. where you got to admire the way his eyelashes kissed his cheek every time he blinked, or his full lips, or the way he was so lean and could probably fit perfectly in your arms. you shook yourself from those thoughts and instead focused on what was important. tonight. tonight was important.

"uh, thank you for tonight. i really liked it," you whispered, leaning closer to him, before your eyes flickered down to his lips, "i really like you." pope smiled, running a hand through his hair, letting out a chuckle. he was so close you could already imagine yourself kissing his lips.

"me too." pope exhaled, before quickly retreating nervously, "shit, i mean, i mean i like you, not commenting about how much i like myself or whatever–"

you let out a laugh before you clasped your hand around his mouth, "shh! no need to get nervous. don't ruin it." then you watched his kind eyes crinkle at the corners. it was only when you saw the way he relaxed when you took your hands off his mouth.

suddenly you felt out of place, blushing profusely as you hid your face in your hands. that was so rude of you! "wait, i didn't mean to cover your mouth, it was out of place for me to do that–"

here he grinned, taking his hands in yours. "nah, i liked it."

you blushed even more, pursing your lips to stop yourself rom beaming right at him. you were watching "you're cute," you whispered, slowly moving closer to him. the car windows were all fogged up, but you saw the way your house lights were off. tentatively, pope took a shakey breath as if torn.

gently though, his hand cupped your face, earnest eyes staring into yours. you bit your lip, watching his eyes flicker down. there was barely a sliver of space between the two of you.

"can i kiss you?"

"yes," you breathed out.

yes, yes, yes, you wanted to scream inside. almost awkwardly, his lips were on yours. he was so warm, his lips chaste on yours at first, only to become softer. his head was tilted forward, eyes half-lidded as you leaned into him even more. you could feel your breath catch. this was everything you wanted. he tasted like the caramel apples the two of you had shared earlier.

it was only after it was over, you smiled shyly, pursing your lips. he has some of your lipstick on his lips, a dazed smile on his face. it was then that pope reached out and fixed a lock of hair away from your face. you let yourself lean into his touch, but then gently started to get ready to leave. you watched him search your face for something, almost as if he was anxious the kiss meant nothing.

"good night, heyward," you murmured, letting a small giggle, "i'll see you around."

then you blew him a kiss, and before you left the car pulled him closer for another kiss. you hold his fingers close to your chest, before letting out a soft breath. you stared at him, biting your lip nervously.

"i really like you. don't screw this up," you whispered, feeling vulnerable as you play with the beads of your necklace.

but it almost all disappeared when pope leant in for one more kiss, softer this time, full of promise. “i wouldn’t dream of it.”

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