#Rafe Cameron imagine

[kittykatinc]

inspired by request | rafe unintentionally makes you cry

“Can you just—fuck, I said right there,” Rafe snaps, pointing aggressively at the engine while you fumble with the flashlight.

You shift your grip, trying to get it where he wants, but your hands are shaking a little now. It’s hot, and his tone is making your chest feel tight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Dude, just—why is this so hard for you?” he says, frustrated, wiping sweat off his forehead. “You’re literally just holding a light.”

You go quiet. You don’t say anything, just stand there blinking fast because if you speak now, you’ll cry. And you really, really don’t want to cry in front of him over something this dumb.

But a second later, your eyes are already watering. And he sees it.

“Wait,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Are you—are you crying?”

You quickly look away, shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

“Babe,” he says, quieter now. “Shit. I didn’t mean to—hey. Hey, come here.”

You still don’t look at him, just hand him the flashlight and step back.

“Don’t do that,” he says, sighing. His voice is softer now, not angry anymore. “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I’m just pissed at the truck, not you.”

You shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” he mutters, walking over to you. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “I’m a dick. I know. I’m sorry.”

You stay quiet, but your hand grips his shirt, and that’s enough for him.

“I’ll be nicer next time,” he says, resting his chin on top of your head. “Promise. Just don’t cry, okay? Makes me feel like the biggest asshole alive.”

You mumble against his shirt, “You kinda are.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. But I’m your asshole.”

[whytheylosttheirminds]

bestie!reader has no idea her texts are driving her best friend Rafe crazy...or does she?

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a/n: if you just saw me post this with a gradient title and missing some slides....no u didn't. tumblr hates me.

[rafesangelita]

hiii lovely ♡ i absolutely adore your writing. could i req something with rafe throat training bambi or sheep!reader? i can’t get that thought out of my head and would luv to see your take on it

warnings: oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, face fucking, unintentional overstimulation

“i don’t think i can do it!” you blinked your teary eyes up at the man above you, your lips shining with his spit from your earlier ministrations. “m’gonna help you, doll, you don’t have to be a crybaby about it.” he teased, thumbing at the stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek. you’ve been sat between rafe’s thighs for going on ten minutes now, his cock standing tall and mean against his stomach as he stroked himself lazily. “actually you could keep crying if you want.. ‘swear that’s turning me on right now.” he grinned when he saw you swallow thickly, your cheeks heating at his words.

rafe studied you for a few moments before speaking up again. “come on, you gonna let me show you? or are you just gonna sit there and look pretty?” you shook your head hesitantly, sighing through your nose before scooting in closer to him. threading your fingers in your lap, rafe leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “don’t worry, you know i’ll take care of you.” he whispered. cupping your face and bringing your mouth to the aching tip of his cock. you parted your lips, your tongue skimming the underside of his length as he groaned.

“we’ll start easy right now, yeah?” humming in agreement, rafe gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he wouldn’t miss a single detail of your face. you suckled on the head, your eyelashes dusting the tops of your cheeks as you swirled your tongue around him, your tummy erupting in a fit of butterflies when he moaned quietly. “shit—” he hissed, “that feels so good, baby, i could cum just like this..” he praised you, his head rolling to the side. you continued until rafe pushed you down, your jaw falling slack as you took him further into your mouth. “fuck, you’re doing great..”

your eyebrows knitted together as a shiver ran down your spine, a slight mix of both panic and encouragement coursing through you with the more of him that you fit. as if sensing your unease, rafe paused, making sure you were okay. “can you take more?” the deep baritone of his voice made you rub your thighs together, a small gasp emitting from your mouth as he pulled you off. “yes,” you brought up a tentative hand, wrapping it around his base, “wanna make you cum.” your voice came out barely above a whisper, a smug grin taking over rafe’s features as he watched your spit run down his cock.

“do that again, but in your hand this time.” you let a trail of spit drip from your lips to your palm, rafe cursing at the sight. stroking him the way he had instructed you to do before, it wasn’t long before his tip was kissing the back of your throat, your fingers digging into his skin as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. ignoring the sting from his grip on your hair, heavy tears rolled down your cheeks as obscene noises filled the room, the sounds of your muffled moans and rafe’s grunts bouncing off of the walls. “ah, fuck!” he sped up, your head pounding as you struggled to get in a full breath.

rafe could feel the coil in his stomach tighten with each second that passed, the band threatening to snap at any moment. “oh my god, please don’t fucking stop—” rafe’s chest caved in as he leaned forward, pulling you down until your nose hit his pubic bone, his high hitting him with a force that made his bottom lip tremble. you felt the thick ropes of hot cum fill your throat, your jaw burning with tension as rafe floated on cloud nine, his abs constricting as you milked him dry. “okay, okay..” he attempted to pull you off but you didn’t hear him.

“b-baby!” he shuddered, wincing slightly as overstimulation set in. “y/n!” he groaned, finally managing to pull you away. you took a sharp breath, your chest rising and falling as you watched rafe come down from his high. “holy shit, were you trying to kill me?!” he asked incredulously. “did i do it good?” you rasped, peering up at him curiously as he blinked. rafe looked down at you, shaking his head. “too good.” he sighed, pulling you up from the floor and tugging at the hem of your shirt, “your turn.”

[cameronsbabydoll]

can u please write anything that’s fluffy? like maybe reader is insecure during sex

reader gets insecure during sex with rafe <3

warnings: mentions of sex and mentions of insecurities

wc: 303 — a/n: more soft!rafe

you tried to hide it — the way your body tensed underneath him, your hands hesitating at his shoulders, holding your breath like maybe he wouldn’t notice if you just stayed perfectly still.

but of course he noticed. rafe always noticed.

“hey,” he whispered, brow furrowing, slowing down immediately, hands framing your face so you had no choice but to look at him. “what’s goin’ on in that pretty head, hm?”

you felt silly. embarrassed. cheeks burning as you shook your head, eyes darting away. “it’s nothing.”

but his voice went even softer, rough around the edges but full of so much concern it almost hurt. “don’t do that. don’t shut me out.”

and when you stayed quiet, teeth worrying your bottom lip, rafe just kissed your forehead. then your nose. then the corner of your mouth. like he had all the time in the world.

“you know you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, right?” he mumbled against your skin. “drives me crazy how beautiful you are. can’t believe you’re even here with me.”

your throat tightened. “i just… i don’t look like—”

he cut you off immediately.

“don’t,” he said firmly, thumb brushing your cheek. “don’t compare yourself to anybody else. nobody else gets me like this. nobody else is you.”

and when you still looked unsure, small and vulnerable beneath him, rafe pressed a kiss over your heart like he was worshipping you.

“every part of you, baby,” he murmured. “all mine. exactly how i like it.”

his hands smoothed over every inch of your skin like he was memorizing you, anchoring you, whispering soft praises against your neck as he moved slow — like you were fragile, like you were precious, like he wanted you to feel loved with every second that passed.

“you’re perfect,” he promised. “always perfect to me.”

[drewsephrry]

Love Island: Episode 5

series masterlist

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 5.7k

warnings: cuss words, sexual innuendos

It’s been two days since the Never Have I Ever game stirred things up and the villa is finally back in its rhythm. Bonds are forming, friendships are solidifying and for some, feelings are getting harder to ignore.

This morning, the boys are hitting the gym, hyping each other up between sets, while the girls lounge by the pool, spilling tea and dissecting every look, touch and lingering moment from the past days while also splashing around. 

"Rafe, can I talk to you for a sec?" John B waits until Rafe finally drops his weights, breathing hard as he grabs a towel, wiping the sweat from his face and chest. He nods and follows John B toward the kitchen, both of them grabbing cold drinks. John B leans against the counter, settling onto one of the stools.

“I think I’ve got a problem.” He says casually, cracking open his drink. That catches Rafe’s attention. He drops into the seat beside him, brow raising. 

“You good, dude?” He asks and John B nods. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” He hesitates, gaze flicking toward the girls across the villa. “I think I like someone.” Rafe grins immediately, slapping John B on the back. 

“Oh, shit! Who’s the lucky one?” He pulls back, his grin faltering. 

“Don’t say-” “It’s not Y/N!” John B cuts in before Rafe can finish. He glances around, lowering his voice. 

“I think I like Sarah.” He reveals, making Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“Sarah?” He asks and John B exhales, rubbing a hand over his jaw. 

“We’ve had these moments lately. Like, she gets my humor. And obviously, she’s gorgeous…but I don’t know. It just feels like something’s there.”

Rafe listens, nodding knowingly, as his gaze shifts toward the pool. His expression softens as he watches Y/N laugh loudly, trying and failing to pinch her nose before Maddy shoves her into the water. A splash erupts and she surfaces, coughing. Rafe chuckles under his breath before turning back to John B.

“Okay, so you’ve got a crush. Big deal.” He shrugs, cracking open his energy drink. John B shakes his head. 

“It’s complicated, man. You see how Topper looks at her. He’s smitten. And I have no idea how she feels. I could be reading this completely wrong.” He exclaims. Rafe leans back, tilting his head. 

“JB, man, just go for it.” Rafe says, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m sure Top will understand. And I mean…if anything goes wrong, there are still plenty of fish in the sea.” John B nods.

“Just-” “Not Y/N. Yeah, I know. Don't worry.” John B shakes his head. “Not my type, anyways.” 

Rafe glances back at the pool, where Y/N is now floating on her back, laughing as Maddy tries to dunk her again. His smirk lingers for a second before he looks back at John B. 

“Good.” He replies. “I mean, she's out of your league anyways.” John B chuckles at Rafe's comment and walks away.

“Sure, Cameron.” He shouts as he heads to the firepit where JJ and Pope are sat.

The villa glows under the bright sun, buzzing with low chatter and the occasional splash from the pool. Y/N leans back into Rafe, comfortably nestled between his legs at the edge, his arms loosely draped around her waist. He's absentmindedly tracing circles on her skin. Topper, Pope, Kiara and Sarah are spread out nearby, drinks in hand, the mood easy and relaxed.

“Hey, guys.” Kelce’s voice cuts through the warm air as he approaches. Everyone greets him cheerfully, motioning for him to join. Rafe's hands tighten slightly around Y/N's waist and she glances up at him before her eyes shift to Kelce.

“I...I actually wanted to talk to Y/N.” Kelce says, looking at her directly. “If you don't mind.”

She swallows and looks up at Rafe, who only shrugs. Her gaze returns to Kelce and after a short sigh, she untangles herself from Rafe’s arms. She presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Be right back.” She murmurs, before slipping out of the pool. Rafe watches her intently, eyes following the curve of her bikini-clad figure as she walks away with Kelce.

“Man, chill it with the staring.” Topper jokes.

“Shut up.” Rafe mutters, arms crossing over his chest.

Kelce and Y/N settle near the firepit, facing each other as she pushes her sunglasses up onto her head.

“Look, I…” Kelce begins, his voice uncertain as he fidgets with the mic cord. “This is…weird.” Y/N raises a brow, her arms folding as she sits back a little. 

“You're not wrong.” She mutters and he chuckles nervously. 

“Okay, good, so it’s not just me. Um…I know I was kind of a dick.” 

“Kind of?” She lets out a dry laugh. He winces, holding up his hands in surrender. 

“Fine. I was a dick. A full one. Like, capital D.” He corrects himself. Y/N tries to hold back a smile, but it tugs at the corner of her mouth. 

“Better.” She adds. He nods slowly, then exhales, gaze flickering around before settling on her again. 

“It’s just…being here, seeing you again, it’s been…a lot. Like, I didn’t expect it to mess with my head this much. But it did.” He pauses, eyes dropping to the ground. 

“Our relationship meant something to me. And just ‘cause we broke up doesn’t mean I didn’t care. I did. I still do. And it hurt, Y/N. Like…a lot.”

She opens her mouth to speak, but he cuts in gently.

“Let me finish?”

She nods, watching him carefully.

“I want you to be happy.” He says, voice softer now. “With Rafe or whoever it is. That’s what matters. And I’m sorry for coming in here and acting like that. I guess I just…missed my best friend.”

Y/N exhales slowly, some of the tension in her shoulders melting.

“Kelce…it wasn’t easy for me either. Our breakup…it really messed with my head. I had to put myself back together after that. Learn how to trust again. Let people in.” She lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she starts fidgeting with her ring. 

“So yeah, seeing you here? It was a total curveball. I didn’t know how to feel. Still kinda don’t.”

He smiles faintly, his tone lightening. 

“At least you didn’t throw a drink at me.” He says. “Yet.”

“It’s early.” She gives him a look. They both laugh and the tension finally starts to lift.

“I’m sorry if it sucks seeing me with someone else.” She says, more gently this time. “But Rafe…he’s good to me. He actually…he cares. A lot.”

“You're making me sound really awful right now.” He groans and Y/N laughs, reaching over to smack his arm. 

“You’re such a baby.” She exclaims and he grins, rubbing his arm. 

“I know. But seriously, I’m happy for you. I really am.” Then he hesitates, scratching the back of his head. “But, like...did you have to go with the fake orgasm thing?” He asks, making Y/N laugh, loud and unapologetic. 

“You were airing out all my embarrassing moments! I had to strike back somehow!” 

“Alright, alright. That’s fair.” He throws up his hands. “So…we good now? No more public humiliation?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She smiles. Kelce opens his arms slightly, like he’s testing the waters. Y/N pauses for a beat, then steps forward and wraps her arms around him. It’s a little stiff at first, but then something softens and they both just stand there, holding on a little longer than expected.

“God, this is weird.” Kelce mumbles into her shoulder.

“You’re ruining the moment.” She mutters back.

And just like that, they laugh again.

It doesn’t fix everything, but it’s something.

Some time later, a loud ping echoes through the villa, causing everyone to turn toward the sound. Kelce, who’s now in the middle of a conversation with Maddy, grabs his phone with a grin.

“I got a text!” He announces, sitting up straight as the others look his way, with JJ stepping closer to the couch.

“Spit it out, man.” JJ urges. Kelce glances at the message, his eyes widening before he grins even wider.

“Islanders, tonight’s a big night. There will be a recoupling.” He begins.

“Holy shit!” Topper exclaims, earning a smack from Rafe.

“Kelce, you’ll have the chance to couple up with any girl of your choice. So, think carefully. #thechoiceisyours #makeitcount.” He finishes and a collective gasp rises from the group. 

Y/N sits on one of the kitchen stools, with Rafe behind her. Rafe tightens his arm around Y/N and she looks up at him.

“No need to worry.” She says quietly. “We’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about him picking you.” Rafe replies confidently with a smirk. “I’m more concerned about what I’m going to say when I choose you.”

Y/N grins, raising an eyebrow.

“Better ‘make it count’.” She teases, quoting the text. He leans down to peck her lips.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have you back in my bed.” He murmurs, their lips almost touching. She chuckles softly before closing the gap again.

The girls are deep in glam mode. Curling wands heating up, makeup brushes flying, shimmer getting dusted on like fairy dust and absolute chaos over outfit choices.

“I talked to Kelce today.” Y/N says casually, wrapping a strand of hair around her curling iron.

“Everything cool?” Maddy asks, rummaging through the cabinet for a missing shoe.

“Yeah, yeah. We cleared the air. He said he’s happy for me, glad I’m moving on. Said he wants the best for me, that whole thing.” She shrugs and the girls nod along.

“That’s good.” Cleo says. “Always better to keep it civil in here.”

“Oh my god, where is it?” Maddy groans, making everyone laugh.

“Wait, is that the shoe John B wore?” Sarah squints at the one in Maddy’s hand.

“Why was John B wearing my heels?” Maddy deadpans and Sarah bursts out laughing. 

“He was trying to act like a girl, said he needed heels and I handed him those. You had to see it. It was iconic.”

“You and John B seem pretty close, Sar.” Kiara chimes in while brushing highlighter onto her cheekbones. 

“I second that.” Cleo adds, smirking.

“What? We’re just friends!” Sarah says, cheeks flushing pink as she finally finds the missing heel and tosses it to Maddy. “We’re just having fun.”

“Babe…” Cleo grins. “Gonna channel Ariana real quick, but…this is Love Island. No one’s here to ‘just have fun.’” The rest of the girls hum in agreement.

“So how’s it going with you and Topper, anyway?” Kiara asks, spinning around with an arched brow. Sarah flops down in her seat, letting out a sigh. 

“I mean…I don’t want to sound harsh, but-”

“There’s nothing there.” Cleo finishes for her. Everyone giggles. Sarah fidgets. 

“It’s still early. He’s sweet, he’s good-looking, I just…”

“Girl, stop lying to yourself.” Cleo interrupts. “You don’t like him. And that’s okay.” 

Sarah stares down at her nails. Y/N notices and reaches over, gently taking her hand.

“Hey. It’s totally valid to be unsure. You don’t owe anyone an explanation. We’ve got your back, alright?” Y/N reassures her and Sarah smiles softly. 

“Thanks.” She murmurs, grabbing her eyeshadow palette to finish her look.

“Alright, new topic.” Y/N says, switching the vibe. “Who do you think Kelce is gonna couple up with?”

“I forgot about that!” Alyssa gasps.

“Honestly, I think he’s got his eye on Miss Maddy over there.” Kiara teases, pointing with her lip liner.

“Again, I second that.” Cleo adds with a smirk. Maddy rolls her eyes. 

“Don’t start.” She mutters.

“Oh please.” Kiara grins. “You know there’s something there.”

Maddy drops into her seat, struggling with the heel straps. 

“No comment. And Sarah, your boyfriend stretched these out.”

“He is not my boyfriend!” Sarah calls back.

“Not yet!” Kiara and Cleo shout in unison, making everyone crack up.

“You guys are ridiculous.” Alyssa says, smiling as Cleo reaches over and kisses her cheek, leaving a lipstick mark.

“But you love us, Aly.” Cleo grins.

“I do. Unfortunately.” She says, wiping the mark off with a makeup wipe.

The room settles into a comfortable rhythm as the girls finish getting ready. But just as they’re about to head downstairs, they notice Y/N pacing, biting her lip and looking around frantically.

“You okay?” Sarah asks, slipping in her hoop earrings.

“I…yeah. I just-” Y/N throws open a drawer, rifling through her clothes. “I can’t find my ring.”

“The one you always wear?” Maddy asks, frowning.

“Yeah.” She sighs. “You guys can go ahead-”

“Uh-uh. We’re not leaving you.” Cleo cuts her off, turning back and searching through Y/N’s vanity. The others follow suit, checking drawers, makeup bags, under clothes, even their own stuff just in case.

After a few minutes, they all pause, exchanging defeated looks.

“Maybe it fell outside?” Alyssa suggests. Everyone nods, trying to stay optimistic.

“Hey, we’ll find it.” Maddy says, wrapping an arm around Y/N.

“Was it special?” Kiara asks gently.

“It was my grandpa’s. He made it for me.” Y/N swallows hard, glancing down at her bare finger. A pale ring mark lingers where it used to sit. 

“I’ve never taken it off.” She blinks and plasters on a smile. “Let’s just head downstairs.”

The girls nod, quiet but supportive, each silently determined to help her find it later.

The sky fades into a dusky violet as night drapes over the villa, a cool hush settling across the space. Laughter hums through the air as the group lounge on the couches, drinks in hand and energy buzzing.

Rafe, JJ, John B, Sarah and Y/N sit together, scattered in relaxed positions, chuckling over something just said.

“So…” Sarah starts, swirling her drink. “How’s everyone feeling about tonight?”

The guys offer casual shrugs.

“I think one of us is a little more excited than the rest.” JJ says, nudging Rafe with a grin. The group laughs. Rafe smirks, a hand resting lightly on Y/N’s thigh.

“What can I say?” He shrugs with mock bravado.

Y/N gives a small, unreadable smile, her eyes scanning the group. 

“You don’t look too thrilled, Y/N/N.” JJ raises a brow, noticing her expression. All heads turn toward her. She blinks, caught off guard, mouth slightly open.

“No, no, no, I am! Totally.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Just tired, that’s all.” She lets out a well-timed yawn and melts deeper into the cushions.

The group chuckles and the conversation veers back to tonight’s drama, Kelce and his looming decision. But Rafe’s gaze lingers on Y/N.

“You sure you’re alright?” He murmurs, leaning in. She looks up and nods, offering a gentle smile. 

“Yeah. I swear.” She replies. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes soft.

“If something’s on your mind…you can tell me. You know that, right?”

“I know.” She replies, her smile widening as she reaches for his hand. She starts to fidget with his signet ring, twisting it absently. Rafe glances down at the gesture, about to say something.

“Rafe!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the moment, startling them both. He snaps his head up.

“Y/N was just telling me about that disaster of a drink you made her the other day.” Sarah says with a mischievous grin. Rafe groans and laughs. 

“Yeah, you don’t wanna try that.” 

“It was awful.” Y/N chimes in, grinning as she looks at Sarah.

“Hey.” Rafe protests. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It tasted like feet.” She deadpans. “I’m not even exaggerating.”

“How do you know what feet taste like?” JJ squints. John B claps a hand on JJ’s shoulder. 

“Just…don’t follow that thought, man.”

“Now I really wanna try it.” Sarah leans forward, eyes bright. Y/N widens her eyes. 

“Were you dropped as a baby? I just said it tasted like feet!” She exclaims.

“So?” Sarah shrugs, already getting up. “I’m curious!”

She grabs Rafe’s arm, tugging him off the couch. “Borrowing him for a sec.” She announces, dragging him toward the kitchen as Y/N watches them go, still laughing.

“She’s insane.” Y/N mutters, grabbing her drink off the table as she watches Sarah disappear into the kitchen with Rafe.

“Yeah, she is.” John B replies under his breath. Then he pauses. “I mean, she’s not. She’s...totally sane. She’s just-”

“Dude, you’re glitching.” JJ cuts in, laughing. Y/N smirks and leans in toward the boys.

“You like her, don’t you?” She asks, dropping her voice just enough. John B doesn’t answer right away. He glances toward the kitchen where Sarah’s laughing with Rafe over some chaotic drink-mixing, then looks back at Y/N.

“Wait...did Rafe tell you?” He asks, suddenly suspicious.Y/N’s eyes go wide. 

“You told Rafe?” She asks, incredulous.

“Shit.” John B groans, rubbing his face. “I thought he told you or that he would!”

“Okay, okay, back up.” She says, holding up a hand. “That’s not even the point right now. The point is: you like Sarah.”

He takes a slow breath and JJ shakes his head with a grin.

“Man, it’s been obvious. You’ve been giving her heart eyes since day one.” JJ says.

“It’s not that simple.” John B mumbles. “She’s with Topper-”

“Who she has zero chemistry with.” JJ interrupts, then looks at Y/N. “What’s she told you?”

“I probably shouldn’t say.” Y/N hesitates, pursing her lips. 

“So she has said something!” JJ gasps, mock offended. Y/N laughs. 

“Not directly. But…she talks about you a lot. Like, a lot. And she blushes constantly when your name comes up. She hasn’t said the words, but I bet she likes you.”

John B looks back at the kitchen again, clearly overthinking.

“I think you should go for it.” Y/N adds gently.

“Go for it how? What does that even mean?” He asks, looking truly stressed.

“Well…” She says with a sly grin “We are about to have a recoupling…”

“You think I should pick her?” He asks, eyes wide.

“I think.” Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink. “When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.”

JJ freezes. 

“Oh my god.” He says slowly. “I just got that. Like, literally just now. Twenty-five years on this floating rock and it finally makes sense.”

Y/N and John B burst into laughter.

“Thanks, Y/N.” John B says with a grateful smile.

“Anytime, JB.” Y/N nods.

In the kitchen, Rafe grabs a glass and starts pulling random ingredients from the cabinets.

“I’m warning you now.” He says with a grin. “This drink is genuinely terrible.”

Before he can start pouring, Sarah reaches over and snatches the marshmallows out of his hand.

“Yeah, I don’t actually want the drink.” She says plainly. Rafe pauses, brows furrowing. 

“Wait…then why are we in here?” He asks. She glances over her shoulder to Y/N, who is still on the couch with the boys, laughing.

“Something’s up with Y/N.” She says softly. Rafe stiffens, the smile slipping from his face. 

“What happened?” He asks, voice low, already bracing for the worst.

“No one hurt her.” Sarah assures quickly. “She just…lost her ring.”

“Her ring?” Rafe’s face twists in confusion. 

“Yeah. It meant a lot to her. Like, emotionally. She’s trying not to make a big deal, but I can tell it’s getting to her.”

He nods slowly, taking that in. 

“Right.” He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “That explains why she was messing with mine earlier.”

Sarah points at the ring on his finger. 

“Exactly. So maybe don’t bring it up. Just…let her do her little fidget thing. I think it helps.” Sarah suggests. Rafe looks down at his hand, twisting the ring instinctively. 

“Got it. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Sarah offers a small, approving nod. Then she glances back at the counter, squinting.

“Okay but seriously.” She says, wrinkling her nose, “what the fuck were you about to make with tequila, hot sauce, and marshmallows?”

Rafe laughs, grabbing the things to put them back. She grabs a White Claw from the fridge and cracks it open. “Come on, cocktail genius. Let’s get back.”

They walk back toward the group, the sound of laughter echoing.

Soon enough, a loud ping suddenly echoes through the villa, cutting through the chatter. Kiara, lounging with Cleo and Pope, grabs her phone.

“Oh, fuck me.” She mutters, eyes wide. “I got a text!” She shouts, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

“Can all Islanders gather around the fire pit? #decisiontime #nogoingbacknow.” She reads aloud. Climbing out of the beanbag, she helps Cleo up beside her. One by one, the Islanders make their way to the fire pit. The boys take their seats, while the girls line up opposite them, hands linked tightly in anticipation.

Another loud ping breaks the tension, this time from Kelce’s phone. He reads the screen.

“Kelce, since you are the newest Islander, you get first pick. #alotofhottiesinthevilla.” He exhales sharply, slipping his phone into his back pocket. Rising from the couch, he adjusts his mic and scans the line of girls.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because, from the moment I walked in, she caught my eye. She’s stunning and even in just a few conversations, I can tell we’ve got a lot in common. She's hilarious too and I’d really like to see where this could go. So, the girl I’d like to couple up with is…” He pauses, letting the silence hang.

“Maddy.”

Y/N gives Maddy’s clammy hand a reassuring squeeze. Maddy’s eyes go wide in surprise, flicking briefly to JJ, who’s sitting at the edge of the fire pit with a single eyebrow raised. The girls cheer and urge Maddy forward. She flashes them a nervous smile before stepping toward Kelce.

He holds out his hand and she takes it. They share a quick, tight hug before sitting down side by side.

“That was nerve-wracking.” Kelce whispers.

“Wait 'til you're on the other side.” Maddy replies with a soft laugh.

Next up is John B. He adjusts his Hawaiian shirt as he rises, his gaze settling on the fire flickering in front of him.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because...I feel like there’s something there, even if neither of us has really said it out loud yet.” He begins, voice a little shaky but sure. “She’s beautiful, she’s hilarious and she’s got this bright energy that lights up the villa. Always knows how to make us laugh.” He pauses, takes a breath. “So the girl I wanna couple up with is… Sarah.”

Sarah’s eyes go wide. Cleo squeals next to her.

“Knew it.” She whispers under her breath, making the girls around her laugh as Sarah gets to her feet and heads toward John B.

Topper’s jaw tightens as he watches them hug, a bitter scoff slipping out before he turns his attention away, eyes scanning the girls instead.

“He’s pissed.” Sarah murmurs to John B as they sit back down.

“Yup.” He says, still staring into the flames.

Then Pope stands, running a hand through his curls as he steps forward.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because ever since the public paired us together on day one, I’ve had the chance to really get to know her and she’s really amazing. And honestly, she’s just…really beautiful. I wanna keep learning more about her, seeing where this goes.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “So the girl I wanna couple up with is Kiara.”

Kiara offers a tight, polite smile as she walks toward him. He leans in and pecks her cheek, but her arms barely wrap around him.

“Thanks?” She whispers awkwardly before sitting beside him on the couch. 

Y/N shares a quick glance with Cleo, both of them catching the shift in tension.

Then Rafe stands, smirking as he rises to his full height.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because she’s…amazing.” His eyes lock on Y/N and her cheeks flush as she grins. “She’s sweet, she’s kind and she’s ridiculously gorgeous, inside and out. And to be honest, I’ve missed her hogging the blanket at night.”

Laughter breaks out around them, Y/N included.

“So, the girl I wanna couple up with is Y/N.”

Without missing a beat, Cleo nudges Y/N forward. She laughs, walking up to Rafe and slipping her hand into his. Her eyes flick up to meet his, then down to his lips and before anyone can blink, he leans in and kisses her softly, drawing her closer. The islanders erupt into cheers and teasing hollers. When they break apart and head to their seats, Y/N leans in. 

“Happy now?” She murmurs. Rafe nods, still grinning.

“Very happy.”

She chuckles, tucking herself into his side.

Topper stands up slowly, clearing his throat as his gaze settles on the fire.

“I didn't think things would go like this, but, uh…” He trails off for a moment, then continues. “I want to couple up with this girl because she’s really pretty. We’ve had a few good talks and I feel like she actually gets me. So…I’d like to couple up with Alyssa.”

He reaches out his hand as Alyssa makes her way over. He gives her a quick, gentle kiss on the cheek before they both sit down.

Last but not least, it’s JJ’s turn. He stands with a grin and lets out a small laugh.

“Okay, yeah…I didn’t think this would happen either. But I want to couple up with this girl because she’s hilarious and I feel like we have a similar energy.”

“No, we don’t.” Cleo cuts in dryly, sending everyone into laughter. JJ smirks. 

“She’s also really pretty. So yeah, I’m coupling up with Cleo.”

Cleo walks over but swerves dramatically when he leans in for a cheek kiss.

“Ew!” She yells, laughing and the rest of the group cracks up with her.

With the recoupling over, the islanders begin to scatter. Some settling into quiet corners to chat, others cozying up with their new matches. John B pulls Sarah aside to the daybed, both of them sinking into the cushions with a bit of hesitation.

“Look, I…how-how are you feeling?” He asks, stumbling over his words. Sarah fidgets with a pillow in her lap, her expression unreadable.

“Honestly? I’m okay.” She says after a pause. “I was actually talking to the girls about…this. Us. And John B, you’re really sweet. We’ve had some fun moments already. And I think that’s what this whole thing’s about. Trying stuff out, seeing what works. So I’m glad you took that risk.”

John B’s eyes widen, surprised. 

“Really? You mean that?” He asks and she nods, smiling.

“Okay. That’s…that’s good.” He lets out a breath, then leans in slightly. “Because I think I like you, Sarah. And I meant what I said back there. I do wanna see where this goes.”

She looks up at him, softer now. 

“I do too.” She replies. They share a quiet moment, the kind that doesn't need anything more.

Across the villa, Cleo and Y/N perch on kitchen stools, picking through a bowl of chips. Rafe and Pope lean casually on the other side of the counter, half-listening to their conversation.

“He’s a good guy.” Cleo says between bites. “I’m not saying he’s not. I just don’t think we really have anything in common.”

“You could give it a shot.” Y/N suggests, reaching for more chips. “You never know.”

Cleo shakes her head, grinning. 

“He reminds me of the kids I work with, I swear. There was this one boy, Tyler. Same blonde hair, blue eyes, same ridiculous jokes. Always confused about what I was saying.”

“That sounds exactly like JJ.” Rafe chimes in, making everyone laugh.

“Seriously.” Cleo continues. “He even had the same look on his face when he didn’t understand something.”

“Maybe give him a chance.” Pope offers. “And if it doesn’t click, someone else will come in and have your head spinning.”

“Yeah… true.” Cleo mutters, her eyes drifting toward Pope as he pours himself a drink. She stares a second too long.

Y/N snaps her fingers in front of Cleo’s face. 

“You good?” She asks. Cleo blinks, startled, then quickly looks down and takes a sip of her drink.

Pope, unaware, clears his throat. 

“Did you see how pissed Topper looked?”

The group shifts with a new wave of laughter and commentary as the night rolls on.

The rest of the night passes easily, with the islanders lounging around outside, talking, laughing, soaking in the last bit of warmth before slowly peeling off to head inside for some much-needed sleep.

Upstairs, the girls settle into their routine, wiping off makeup and changing into soft pajamas.

“Oh, hey, Kie?” Y/N says, glancing over as she dabs her face with a makeup wipe.

“Yeah?” Kiara responds, tugging on a pair of shorts.

“I noticed something earlier…when Pope picked you tonight, you kind of…hesitated.”

That grabs everyone’s attention. They all pause, waiting for her to go on. Cleo’s eyes widen. 

“True! And that hug? That was the most awkward hug I’ve ever seen.” She exclaims, making the girls laugh, but Kiara just lets out a sigh.

“Look, Pope’s a great guy.” She starts. Cleo snorts. 

“Yeah, that’s never a good sign.”

Laughter bubbles up again, softer this time. Kiara shrugs.

“I mean it. He’s smart, sweet, attractive…but I don’t know. It’s like there’s just no real spark. We don’t click. Every time we talk, it either feels forced or uncomfortable. And I don’t like that feeling.”

The girls nod, taking her in without judgment.

“Do you think you should talk to him? Maybe clear the air?” Y/N asks gently. Kiara hesitates, then shakes her head. 

“Not yet. I just need to figure out how to say it…without hurting him.”

The room quiets for a moment, everyone giving her the space to sit with it. Then, slowly, the night routine picks up again soft conversation, makeup wipes tossed, drawers closing. The kind of silence that comes with knowing not everything needs to be fixed right away.

The girls finally descend downstairs, taking their places on their beds, some familiar, some new.

“We are putting pillows between us and I don't want to hear a word.” Cleo announces, already shoving a pillow wall between her and JJ.

“Oh come on, Cleo. You don’t wanna cuddle with me?” JJ grins. Cleo groans while the rest of the room erupts into laughter.

Y/N smiles quietly, making her way over to Rafe in their bed. She sets her water bottle down, then practically launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He lets out a surprised yelp before chuckling and hugging her back just as tightly. She rests her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“Hi.” She whispers.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He replies, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. His eyes drag over her like he's seeing her for the first time, soaking in the curve of her shoulders, the way her shorts ride up, the warm flush on her cheeks. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He gently nudges her back and pulls off his hoodie, handing it to her.

“What are you…Why are you giving me this?” She asks, eyeing the oversized Ralph Lauren hoodie in confusion.

“I want you to have it. I know you get cold at night.”

Her features soften, lips curling into a small pout as she leans in and kisses him.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” He says simply. “And uh…Sarah told me.”

Her brows pinch together.

“Told you what?”

“About your ring.”

Her eyes immediately drop to the chain around his neck, her fingers instinctively reaching out to fidget with it.

“It’s whatever.” She mumbles nonchalantly.

“No, it’s not whatever.” He says, voice low and steady. “It means something to you. I’ll help you look for it tomorrow, alright?”

She shakes her head.

“No, Rafe. It’s okay.”

“I'm serious, Y/N. I’m gonna turn this whole damn villa upside down.” He says, unwavering. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

That gets her. She gives him a small, grateful smile.

“Thank you.”

He nods as she pulls the hoodie over her head, adjusting her hair.

“How does it look?”

“Like it was made for you.” He says, eyes locked on her. She rolls her eyes and shoves his shoulder, laughing as she slides off his lap and under the covers. He follows, pulling her in close, her arms naturally curling around him. The lights go out and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Good night.” He whispers.

“Good night, Rafey.” She teases, but his smile breaks wider than expected.

“Don’t ever stop calling me that.” He says seriously.

She pauses, caught off guard by how much he means it.

“Okay.” She replies softly.

He leans down and kisses her slow, but deep, like he’s trying to memorize the way she tastes, the way she fits against him. There’s a pull between them, something warm and steady and when her thigh shifts over his hips, he lets out a quiet groan.

“Sorry.” She whispers, starting to pull back.

“Don’t be.” He mutters, voice low as his hand slides beneath the hem of his hoodie, smoothing over her waist. “It’s okay.”

She smiles softly, leaning in again. Her nose brushes his and her fingers trail lightly across his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her palm.

“I just like being close to you.” She says, barely above a whisper.

His eyes flick down to her lips, then back up.

“Yeah.” He breathes. “Me too.”

They kiss again, slower this time and when it ends, she rests her forehead against his, both of them catching their breath in the hush of the room.

Rafe shifts beneath the covers, pulling her in tighter until her body fits snug against his. Their legs tangle, skin brushing skin and everything else fades, like the world outside them has softened.

She leans in again, lips finding his and after another long kiss, he gently presses her thigh a little lower. The motion earns another groan from him and he shifts slightly, adjusting himself with an embarrassed wince.

“Sorry…for that.” He mutters. Y/N giggles into his chest, her voice low and teasing.

“It’s okay.” She whispers with a smirk. “It’s kinda cute that you’re already, well, you know.”

He groans louder this time, burying his face in her neck, completely undone.

With his arms wrapped around her and her head tucked just below his chin, the chaos of the villa fades into the background.

to be continued...

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[lazysoulwriter]

not your girlfriend. - rafe cameron.

-

He’s leaning against your car again. Shirtless. Again.

You don’t even flinch when you see him in the parking lot, arms crossed over that annoyingly perfect chest, hair still wet from whatever poor excuse of a beach day he just had. You walk past him like he’s air.

"Hey, baby," he says, smirking, falling into step beside you. "Missed you."

You don’t look at him. "Rafe, I told you. Stop calling me baby unless you’ve scheduled your first therapy appointment."

He grabs your arm, gently. "C'mon. Just one date. One. I’ll even wear a shirt this time."

You finally turn, eyebrow raised. "Wow. A shirt? That’s commitment. What’s next? Not threatening people who look at me for too long?"

He grins like that’s the most romantic idea he’s ever heard.

"You’re sick in the head, Cameron," you mutter, but you don’t pull your arm away.

"And you love me."

"I do. Which is the worst part."

He perks up. "So you admit it!"

"I’ve been admitting it. Since May." You pause. "Still not dating you."

He groans dramatically, stepping back like you just stabbed him. "Why do you play these games with my heart?"

"Because your heart comes with a criminal record and severe trust issues."

"But I’m working on it."

"You said that last week."

"I stopped bringing my gun places, didn't I?"

You squint at him. "...Did you?"

A beat.

"...Mostly."

You sigh so hard it shakes your whole soul. “Rafe.”

“I’m trying!” he whines, leaning his forehead dramatically against your shoulder. “I’m trying, baby.”

"Don't call me baby."

"But you just said you love me."

"I do. Like I love my cat. Which also bites me sometimes."

He laughs against your skin, arms sliding around your waist now like he’s trying to melt into you. You should push him away. You always push him away.

Instead, you let him hug you. Just for a second. Just long enough to feel how warm he is. How much he smells like sunscreen and trouble.

He pulls back a little, looking down at you with that annoying little smirk. “You really love me?”

“Rafe—”

“No, I just wanna hear it again. Like, properly. Full sentence. Maybe with a kiss after.”

You roll your eyes so hard they practically leave your body. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re beautiful,” he says, soft now. Sincere. That look in his eyes—the rare one that says I’d die for you, but like, in a surprisingly non-toxic way.

You shake your head, but your hand slides up his chest anyway, landing on the side of his neck. “If I kiss you, it doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend.”

“Would never assume,” he says quickly, hopeful. “Might cry though.”

You laugh, short and sharp, and then—well. You kiss him.

Slow, warm, dangerously good. His hands tighten on your waist like he can’t believe this is real. Like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

You pull back just a little, lips still brushing his. “You really want a chance with me, Cameron?”

He nods, dazed. “More than anything.”

You tap his chest with one finger. “Therapy. Every week. No skipping. And no more guns.”

“Even the little one?”

“Especially the little one.”

He groans, head falling into your shoulder again. “God, you’re so mean.”

“And you’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

You feel him smile against your neck.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna get my shit together. Just you wait, baby.”

“Rafe.”

“…Right. Sorry. My love.”

You sigh. “Still not your girlfriend.”

“Yet.”

You glare at him.

He grins.

And you kinda hate how much you’re smiling too.

-

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[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ a little dry humping never ruined a friendship.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. bsf!rafe x bsf!reader. dry humping, dirty talk & praise.

cherie's note — based off of this tweet!

your hips rolled against his like this was normal — like you weren't even thinking, and this was all just instinct. thighs straddling his lap, his large hands guiding your movements in rhythm with his. rafe's mouth was on you like he was starving — like he had anticipated this moment for years.

his back was slouched against his headboard, head tipped just enough for you to take what you wanted: sloppy kisses, open mouths, gasping against each other when the heat surged too fast. your lips slid against his like you owned them, tongue teasing until he groaned into you, that deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight to your core.

you could feel him under you — hot and hard through the thin material of his boxers, one of the only two things acting as a barrier in this moment— flimsy fabric, and a label you were dangerously close to ignoring.

best friends. nothing more.

"jesus," he muttered, breath ragged, hands gripping your waist with determination, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt like he needed to feel every inch of your skin. "you feel so good on me, baby."

a broken, throaty whine tore from your lips, raw and unrestrained, your chest rising and falling in frantic, shallow breaths. your eyes fluttered shut as your hips moved on their own, chasing friction like it was the only thing keeping you alive. every slow grind dragged your soaked panties across the thick, throbbing bulge straining against his boxers — each pass nudging your swollen clit with aimed precision. the wet heat between your thighs was unbearable, your need slick and shameless, seeping through the fabric that felt far too thin to separate you from what you really wanted.

"you're soaking through your panties... fuck, baby. you feel that?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes — his pupils blown wide, mouth swollen from kissing.

his words hung in the air, and for a second, the tension was almost suffocating. you could feel the heat creeping on your face, a mix of embarrassment and guilt. you swallowed hard, biting your lip to keep from responding too quickly, but your body couldn't lie.

"shut up," you whispered, your voice low, almost pleading. you didn't know if you were telling him to stop, or trying to distract yourself from the growing feeling in your stomach. but your hips still moved, still rocked, against the pressure of him beneath you, betraying every word you tried to say.

rafe smirked, but his eyes were still locked on you, unreadable — dangerous. "i'm hardly doing anything, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice rough, a little shaky. his hands glide against the skin of your waist, goosebumps rising in their path. "you're the one who can't stay still."

the taste of copper in your mouth was undeniable — teeth biting down on your bottom lip, hands gripping his shoulders in attempt of stability, trying to keep steady — trying desperately to keep yourself together. "you're one to talk — whose idea was it for me to sit in your lap, ray?"

rafe's gaze faltered down to where you were both pressed together, lips parting like he was going to say something, but he didn't. instead, he gripped your hips again, guiding your movements, slow and deliberate, just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

the pressure was building, slow and unbearable, like the air itself was too thick to breathe — suffocating. each grind of your hips against his sent a shock to your shaking body, tightening everything within you.

rafe's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling under you, his blue eyes half-lidded watching you with a hunger you couldn't ignore. "fuck, you're close, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with need, the words pulling something deep from within you.

"come on," rafe coaxed, his voice rough, low. "let go, baby. let me watch you come undone."

each roll of your hips made the pressure at your core spike higher, sharper. you were so close — until, finally, something snapped. the words sent a wave of heat crashing over you, the combination of his touch and his filthy praise pushing you to the edge. you gasped, nails digging into his chest, hips rutting harder against rafe, desperate for that release.

he lets out a sharp, unmistakable whimper, hot spurts of his own cum coating the soaked fabric of your lace panties, sticky strings of his release mixing with the wet mess between your folds.

for a moment, the air is thick with something undeniable — hot, heavy panting, chests heaving against one another as you both blink in astonishment, then break into soft, methodical laughter at the predicament you’ve found yourselves in.

"we're supposed to be—"

"friends?" he laughs, catching his breath, gaze flickering down towards where your messy cunt presses persistently against his crotch, "yeah, keep sitting on me like that and say it again."

[lolasangelz]

Couldn’t request dad!rafe and the fam getting ready for family pictures? And how the day goes down at the photo studio?

I loved ur one shot on rafe staying home so much and i wanted to read more abt their crazy fam 🙈🙈

family photos

w/c: 802

a/n: eek thank you!!! i love asks

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the morning of the family photoshoot started like a war.

maddie was fighting with emerson over…what was they fighting about? grayson was still in his pyjamas—somehow now inside out—and maggie was doing whatever babies did: gurgling in her swing with one sock missing and a spoon in her mouth that no one remembered giving her.

“madeline. emerson. stop fighting,” rafe said firmly, in his best Dad Voice. it was mostly ignored.

“he said i look like a glitter monster!” maddie shrieked, shoving her brother.

“because you do!”

“you look like a glitter monster!”

“do not!”

“do too!”

rafe ran a hand down his face. “jesus christ.”

from upstairs, gigi’s voice rang out, perfectly clear and terrifying:

“rafe.”

he froze.

“get the kids ready for me in the clothes i put out, and do not let them get messy.”

right. the clothes.

rafe turned to the three-and-a-half spirals of chaos in front of him and exhaled.

“okay. alright. team huddle. we are going to look so good today, alright? mom’s gonna be happy, and we’re all gonna smile and wear matching outfits and not look like we just crawled out of a drain.”

grayson blinked up at him and then sneezed directly onto his own shirt.

rafe looked up at the ceiling.

“i’m going to hell.”

twenty-five minutes later, gigi came down the stairs.

hair curled, makeup flawless, patience already thinning.

she paused at the bottom step.

her gaze swept the room.

emerson was dressed—shirt slightly wrinkled, but tucked in. maddie had been wrangled into her dress but was wearing two left shoes. grayson had on pants, but the wrong ones, and no socks. maggie was pantsless, but happy.

and rafe… well, rafe looked like he’d gone twelve rounds with a herd of angry animals and barely made it out alive.

gigi crossed her arms. “you had one job.”

“they’re mostly dressed,” he offered. “and no one is bleeding.”

she stared at him.

he grinned.

“still going to hell,” he muttered under his breath.

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the photo studio was aggressively beige.

light backdrops, soft props, a photographer named Holly who spoke in a high-pitched, sing-song voice that made all the kids suspicious.

“okay, everyone! big smiles!”

grayson burst into tears because his sock was “itchy.”

maggie pooped. audibly.

maddie yelled “fart baby!” and emerson laughed so hard he knocked over a stool.

rafe looked at gigi. gigi looked at rafe.

“we’re never doing this again,” she whispered.

“agreed.”

somehow, somehow, they managed to get one shot—one miraculous frame where all four kids were still, smiling, dressed appropriately, and looking in the general direction of the camera.

and rafe and gigi?

they looked exhausted.

but happy.

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later that night, with the kids finally asleep and the house thankfully quiet, gigi flopped onto the sofa beside rafe, phone in hand.

“they sent the preview already,” she said, holding it out.

he leaned in.

paused.

smiled.

the photo showed the two of them in the middle, surrounded by four tiny, chaotic pieces of their hearts. emerson had his arm around maddie (shocking), grayson was showing his dimple, and maggie was wide-eyed and drooly and perfect.

“we don’t look too bad,” he murmured, resting his head back.

gigi smiled, leaning into his side.

“you didn’t even mess it up that bad.”

“high praise.”

“you’re welcome.”

he kissed her temple, his voice low. “i’d take a thousand glitter monsters and itchy socks for one photo like that.”

“you will, next year.”

rafe groaned.

gigi laughed.

and somewhere upstairs, a sock was probably already missing.

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[fitzells]

rafe having to deal with a tipsy reader but lowkey being overwhelmed at the whole situation cuz she’s being so lovey dovey and clingy but they’re not dating? 😭

oh hello this is me all over! requests are nowwww open for rafe btw

The party had gotten out of hand hours ago, but you — all warm and flushed and leaning way too close to him— didn’t seem to notice. Your hand kept searching for his arm, your head tipping onto his shoulder, lips brushing the shell of his ear when you spoke, saccharine sweet and slurred.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” you mumbled, fingers trailing over the hem of his shirt like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “Like, annoyingly pretty. I hate it.”

Rafe tensed, glancing around the crowded room, sharp jaw ticking like he was holding back a full-body flinch. He wasn’t used to this — wasn’t used to you like this. All soft edges, big eyes, clingy hands and no filter. You were usually the one who kept your cool, you were the one always reenforcing the casualness of the agreement. But tonight? You were drunk on cheap liquor and whatever leftover affection you’d been bottling up between hookups, and it was driving him totally nuts.

You bring your red solo cup up to your lips, pink hued lip gloss staining the rim. His hand wrapped around your wrist, steady but firm. “Think you’ve had enough,” he muttered, guiding your wandering hands off his chest before they could test his self-control any more than they already had.

You only giggled, swaying into him anyway. “Don't be like that, Rafey. You love me,” you teased, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. “You just don’t know how to say it.”

His throat bobbed, the nerves creeping under his skin like static. You were too close, too sweet, too easy to want. And the worst part? You were right. Bang on, in fact.

“Love you, huh?” he tries to tease, but his tone is gruffer than usual and his eyes are darting around, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t you. “Barely like you half the time. And don’t call me Rafey. Making me sound like some simp, or something.”

Your eyes are still all big and glassy, and your smile doesn’t waver. You’re used to his antics by now. “You’re funny.” You giggle tipsily. He sighs. Then you pout, and he softens.

“Let’s get you home,” he said, voice low and uneven, smoothing a hand over the back of your head before he’s steering you toward the door — because if you keep looking at him like that, he’s unsure what the hell he’ll do.

He pushes open the front door, one hand firmly on the small of your back as he guides you down the driveway.

The night air hit you like a second wave, cool against your flushed cheeks, contrasting the heat on your lower back at the feel of his hand, steady and constant.

The stars were spinning, or maybe that was just the alcohol, but either way you didn’t seem too concerned — too busy humming under your breath and bumping your shoulder into his every few steps.

“I can’t deal with you sometimes,” Rafe muttered under his breath, yanking open the passenger door of his truck. “Get in.”

You blinked up at him, head tilting like you were trying to figure out if he was serious — even though the door was wide open, the seat waiting, and he was clearly two seconds from losing his mind.

“No, you’re warm,” you argued lazily, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, like you had no intention of letting go.

Rafe scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. His nerves were stretched thin, your closeness short-circuiting the part of his brain that usually had control. You were so soft like this, no sharp comebacks, no teasing bite — just pure, unfiltered affection. And it was throwing him off. Big time.

“Baby,” he said, the word slipping out before he could catch it, rough and quiet. “C’mon. Get in the truck.”

Your brows lifted, a slow, crooked smile pulling at your lips like you’d just uncovered a secret. “You never call me that. Not unless we’re— y’know.“

His jaw tensed, the tips of his ears burning. “Yeah, well” he grunted, “you’re not usually this… clingy.”

You finally let go, but not before pressing a lazy, tipsy kiss to his jaw — barely there, but enough to leave him blinking hard, stomach flipping.

“‘M not clingy,” you mumbled as you climbed into the passenger seat, curling up like you belonged there. “That makes me sound like I’m some crazy lady. I just like you. And I think you’re cute when you’re all flustered.”

“Seatbelt.” He ordered quietly, trying to glaze over the fact you’re staring up at him like he was the most important thing you’ve ever breathed near. He closed the door a little harder than necessary, gripping the top of it for a second before shaking his head.

He took a beat before walking around the front of the truck, stifling a breathy laugh as he watched you wave at him lazily through the windscreen.

The second the door shut, the truck felt too small.

Rafe slid behind the wheel, knuckles tight on the steering wheel, jaw locked. You were curled up in the passenger seat like you’d always belonged there — legs tucked up, head resting against the window, watching him with that sleepy, lovesick little smile that made his chest feel like it was caving in.

The engine rumbled to life, but his mind was still stuck on the way your lips had brushed his jaw before you got in. The way you’d called him cute like it was the easiest truth in the world.

“You good?” he asked, voice rough, eyes flicking over to you as he pulled out onto the dark, empty road.

You hummed in response, stretching your arm across the console, fingertips brushing over the back of his hand where it rested on the gear shift. Light, absent-minded — but every pass of your fingers was another hit to his self-control.

“You’re so serious all the time,” you whispered, voice soft and slurred with affection. “You don’t have to be, you know.. Not with me.”

His throat tightened. “Somebody’s gotta be,” he shot back, trying for sharpness but it came out too low, too strained.

You just smiled again, like you could see straight through the front he was barely holding onto. Your hand slipped fully into his, fingers lacing with his like it was nothing. Like this wasn’t new and confusing and dangerous for both of you. Too casual, too intimate.

And Rafe just… let it happen.

He didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Not when your head tipped toward him, voice all soft and sleepy.

“You take care of me,” you murmured, eyes half-lidded. “I really like that about you.”

His fingers curled tighter around yours, gaze fixed on the road but his mind miles away — stuck on the feeling of your hand in his, the weight of your words, the slow, terrifying realisation that this was a hell of a lot more than just hooking up.

And for the first time, Rafe wasn’t sure if that scared him or if it was the only thing that felt right.

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CRY BECAUSE IT’S OVER.ᐟ

pairing. ex bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. angst(?). language. suggestive thoughts/content.

summary. you’re too proud to break no contact, but rafe isn’t—not when it comes to you… loosely based on ‘don’t smile’ by sabrina carpenter. also not proofread && there’s a happy ending

you shouldn’t miss him. he was obsessive, and unhinged, and aggressive, and controlling, and insane—but he was yours… emphasis on was.

these had been the longest four weeks of your life. you broke up with rafe a month ago because you couldn’t take it anymore—couldn’t take the fighting and the controlling demeanor.

so, when you saw him with someone new, your heart felt 10 times heavier. you didn’t know why… you had broken up with him. he had every right to move on, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to.

you had written more in your journal in the past month than you had in your whole life. you tried to say it was a ‘coping mechanism’, but at this point you were staring to think it was making moving on even harder.

don’t say that you’ll always love me because you know i’ll bleed myself dry for you… over & over again

i want you to kiss miss me

don’t smile because it happened baby CRY BECAUSE IT’S OVER

i hate myself for still wanting you

HOW are you over us?!!??!!?!

do you say “i love you” to her with the same childish look in your eyes?

I WANNA SCREAM!!!!!

i hope you think about me every time you hold her.

your pages were filled with ink—crossed out thoughts, angry doodles, aggressive words…

seeing rafe with another girl—out and about—enjoying life was like a jab to the heart. you were bleeding out. how could he be fine? the two of you had dated for almost two years. did that mean nothing to him?

you were losing your mind, and you were embarrassed. he clearly didn’t care, or miss you. you felt pathetic for missing him. you had spent the past four weeks in bed, only getting out for food and to shower. the one time you go out for groceries, there he is with a new girl hanging off him. he was your every thought, but you refused to reach out. you broke up with him. if he’s happy with another girl then fuck him good for him!

—

rafe was a damn mess. when he saw you yesterday he swore he could feel his heart shattering. he was nothing without you, and not even a new girl could make him forget the weight of your absence. it was the most intense feeling he had ever experienced, and he was exhausted just from dealing with it.

you hadn’t reached out. not once. rafe was losing his damn mind over you—over the way you smiled, the sound of your laugh, the way you tasted on his lips, the feeling of your skin against his.

he was pathetic. he was pathetic, and he didn’t even fucking care.

he missed you. he needed you. you were the only person he cared about, and he was literally aching without you.

he wondered if you thought about him how he thought about you. rafe knew you were right for breaking up with him—honestly, he was surprised you didn’t do it sooner. you were too good for him, and it was scary. it was weird; he was most himself around you, and yet that was the downfall of it all… he trusted you more than anyone in the world, and the fact he made it so you couldn’t trust him broke him.

he couldn’t read you when he saw your face. he couldn’t tell if it crushed you the same way it crushed him. he didn’t love this girl—didn’t even like her. she wasn’t you, and that was becoming increasingly obvious. he tried to fill the void with her, but it was never going to work.

rafe was over it—he was done acting like this wasn’t killing him, done giving you space, and done with the silence. as he sat in his bed, being eaten alive by his thoughts, he grabbed his phone. his thumb hovered over your contact—you hadn’t blocked him on anything, which rafe saw as a good sign. he clicked the message button before his brain could talk him out of it.

—

rafe: I’m tired of acting like I don’t miss you y/n

rafe: You can hate me all you want. I want you to. You have every right to. But I’m done pretending I’m okay with this because I’m not

rafe: I don’t care how pathetic this sounds. I need you. I need you around and I’ll sound pathetic for the rest of my life if it means I might have another chance with you

rafe: Please just give me a chance to be a better man. I’ll be better for you I promise

the texts flooded in—one after the other—and you read them instantly. you couldn’t help but smile at your phone, and it made you feel like a total idiot. you didn’t respond though, you wanted to see how far rafe would go to make this right—even though you knew this was going to end with you taking him back like nothing happened. it wasn’t your fault, he was the only one you wanted.

rafe: Y/n I don’t know who I am without you. I know you saw me with that girl yesterday… she’s no one. She’s not you.

rafe: I have to think about you every time I’m even around her because she doesn’t make me feel the way you do. No one does and no one ever could

rafe: Let me be the man you deserve. I swear I won’t fuck it up

it’s like he was inside your mind—saying all the right things, saying things you had written. you shouldn’t have been surprised though, you were convinced he had always known you better than you knew yourself.

no matter what it was always going to be him.

you finally typed a response. your fingers only trembling slightly before pressing send. you stared at your phone like he wouldn’t respond if you weren’t looking.

y/n: come over we can talk

rafe: Thank you

rafe: I’ll be there in 5

you giggled like a teenager in love, kicking your feet as you laid in bed, belly down, smiling at your phone as if it was rafe in the flesh. you quickly moved off your bed to put on something… a little less? you knew you didn’t have to impress rafe, or make him want you—clearly he already did—but it didn’t hurt to show a little skin in the process. you stripped yourself of the huge hoodie you were wearing, keeping the tiny sleep shorts, and instead changing into a small, tight tank top that barely left anything to the imagination. you weren’t going to hook up, but making him swoon just a little more—yearn for it—wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

you fixed your hair a bit, taking it out of the messy bun to let it fall around your shoulders and down your back. your grabbed your favorite lip gloss from your nightstand, applying just a bit before flipping back into your bed, waiting for the knock on your apartment door.

—

rafe had never moved so fast in his life. as soon as he saw those five words he was on his way. he didn’t have the reputation of being desperate for anyone or anything, but you? he would get on his knees and beg if that’s what you wanted. hell– he’d do it just to make you smile, just to hear the sound of your laugh again.

he sped over to your place, he knew the route like it was second nature, and not being able to see you for a month didn’t change that. he lived further than five minutes, truthfully, but he couldn’t risk you changing your mind if he took too long.

he made his way into your apartment building, quietly urging the elevator to open faster, close faster, move faster. he was desperate okay? he didn’t think you would want anything to do with him after the break up—especially after seeing him with another girl yesterday.

once they returned back to rafe’s house after having saw you, he broke up with her. not in a mean way, of course, just told her he couldn’t give her what she needed. even when it didn’t involve you—it did—and deep down even the things you didn’t see were attempts of rafe trying to be better. he didn’t want to hurt her, she hadn’t done anything to him… she just wasn’t you, and—because of that—they were doomed from the start (which was only about a week ago anyway).

he was out the elevator doors before they were even open enough for him to fit through, walking fast to your door. when he got to it, he stood—staring—just for a moment. what if that text was actually you being mad? that you called him over here to yell at him, or tell him how fucked up he was for trying to reach out? or maybe you said he could come over just so you could put salt in the wound, and tell him how he could never have you back? rafe’s mind was racing, but he forced them down—forced down the idea that you might not want him back the way he does.

he knocked against the wooden door gently—his signature knock that he would always do when he came over. he placed his hands in his pockets while he waited for your answer, shifting back and forth on his feet. he didn’t know why he was so damn nervous, it was just you. you were perfect, and understanding, and you texted him back. surely that meant something.

—

your heart jumped when you heard the familiar knock at your door. you couldn’t help the childish grin that spread across your face as you hopped off your bed, trotting toward the door. once you stood in front of it, you took a deep breath, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching to open it.

the sight on the other side had you letting out a relieved breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

“uh– hi. hey,” he looked nervous, his hands stabilized in his pockets, and he could barely look you in the eyes. it was cute. you weren’t used to seeing him like this—vulnerable, delicate, truly sorry.

“hey, rafe,” you breathed out, a small smile on your face, like you had been waiting for this moment for the past four weeks (you had).

“come in,” you moved out of the way to allow him to walk in. he entered like he shouldn’t have been there—like it was sacred ground he wasn’t supposed to be on.

you moved back into your bedroom, and rafe followed you without instruction. you giggled quietly to yourself when you heard his footsteps treading behind yours.

you sat—legs crossed—in the middle of your bed, looking up at rafe expectantly, like you were waiting for him to explain himself. you were waiting for the desperation from his texts to seep through him, and show you how sorry he really was. you were a mess without him, but you weren’t going to let him off without an explanation, an apology, something.

rafe’s eyes raked over your body—your too-tiny tank top shaped around your tits perfectly, and your tiny shorts were loose enough to make him lose his mind. but, that’s not what he was here for—even though his thoughts immediately went to how good you felt wrapped around him, how much he missed that feeling. your big doe eyes looked up at him. it was evident you weren’t going to speak first, which was fine. he knew what he came here for, and he was ready to prove himself—prove that if you gave him another chance… he wouldn’t waste it.

“listen, y/n… i know i messed up. i know i was controlling, and aggravating, and i wasn’t the easiest person to be around,” he knelt down in front of the bed, his height made it so you were basically eye to eye. you scooted a little closer toward the end—toward the boy literally on his knees for you.

you still didn’t speak, you just let him talk—let him look a little pathetic.

“i took you for granted because you’d been around for so long—put up with my shit for so long… i didn’t realize how much i was hurting you, and i’m so fuckin’ sorry,” his arms went up to rest on your sheets, finger fiddling with the gold ring on his finger.

a subtle smile tugged at your lips, but rafe saw it. a spark of hope flickered through his slightly glossed eyes.

“ev’rythin’ i said over text was real, y/n. ‘m nothin’ without you. i need you around. can’t be around anyone else without thinkin’ about you. these past four weeks have been a livin’ hell. i know i always took advantage of how understanding and forgiving you are, but i’m askin’ you to let me have it just one more time. promise i’ll make it worth it. promise i’ll give you the life you deserve—be the man you deserve. i can’t do this without you, y/n. ‘m jus’ sorry i didn’t realize that before hurting you,” his voice was so raw, so genuine. you hadn’t heard him like this… probably ever.

your head tilted at his words, smile widening. your eyes began to water. it might not have been enough for anyone else, but it was enough for you. this was a completely different person than you broke up with a month ago, and it might have not been obvious to anyone else, but it was obvious to you.

your voice was barely above a whisper when you finally responded, “m’kay,” your grin was childish and hopeful. rafe felt like a 2,000 pound weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“i forgive you,” you replied—soft, understanding—just like he remembered. rafe couldn’t do anything but lower his head to your bed, extending his hands to touch your bare legs.

“i love you s’much,” his voice was muffled by the sheets beneath him. you placed your hands over his that rested on your calf. his head lifted slowly, looking you right in your eyes before quickly moving toward you, tackling you into the sheets. he hugged you so tight, like if he let go you’d disappear, or change your mind. your laugh filled his ears, and he was back in his heaven. he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck like a little boy latching onto his mom.

“have no idea how much i missed you, baby—no idea how much i cried over you,” he spoke into your neck. your heart melted, and you relaxed into his touch.

“me too, rafe,” you ran your nails gently through his hair, leaving soft traces on his scalp. you both laid like that for awhile—rafe curled into you, murmuring sweet nothings from time to time.

rafe wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t either. in a way, that’s what made you so perfect for each other.

an: say it with me—MEN WHO YEARN, EARN.

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‎ SLEEPY KISSES

summary: rafe is extra clingy when he’s half asleep, and he loves to shower you with kisses before going to bed.

he was always so clingy when he was sleepy. his half asleep state was the most adorable thing you´ve ever seen.

he climbed into bed with you, with a soft grunt. his cheek squishing against the pillow, as he stared at you with those sleepy beautiful blue eyes, admiring you silently. "You going to sleep?" you asked, looking down at him, your fingers reaching over and giving his head a soft little massage.

a small hum left his lips as he felt your fingers "yeah." he mumbled, his voice a silent whisper, you let out a small giggle "Goodnight, baby." you said in a loving voice. he frowned "i gotta give you goodnight kisses though." he stated as he propped himself up on his elbows

"you can barely keep your eyes open," you teased, his pout deepened.

He shook his head "don´t matter, baby." he mumbled, his face was just inches from yours.

Before you could respond, his lips found yours in the softest, sweetest kiss. It was slow and lazy, just like him in that moment, warm and full of affection. He pulled back only slightly, his blue eyes fluttering half-open again as he whispered, “Goodnight kiss number one.” he smiled lazily

His lips moving across your cheek, pressing soft kisses all around your face.

he kissed you again, this time a little longer, with his fingers lazily grazing your arm. “goodnight kiss number two.” you chuckled "how many more?" you smiled, as his lips moved over to press more kisses all over your face

"one more." his voice quiet and lazy. He kissed you again, this time more passionate, and longer than the others. "goodnight kiss number three." he smiled against your lips, as he pulled away, and shut his eyes.

he’d already collapsed halfway onto you, his head resting against your chest, his breathing slowing.

His stubbornness gave way to sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile as you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair, whispering, “goodnight, rafe.”

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GOLDEN CHAIN

Rafe x reader

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 Rafe 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚑𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚒'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before. Maybe it’s the way the dim light catches on his gold chain, the way it drapes across Rafe’s broad bare chest, resting just above his collarbone. It’s not new, he wears it all the time, but tonight, for some reason, it’s driving you insane.

Your fingers brush against it absentmindedly as you straddle his lap, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the cool metal. He tilts his head back against the couch, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer.

“What?” he murmurs, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “You keep staring.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, but your fingers keep tracing the chain, letting it slip between them. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’ve never really noticed how… sexy this looks on you.”

Rafe chuckles, a deep, low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Yeah?” His hands roam over your back, pressing you against him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up right now?”

You nod, feeling a warmth rise in your stomach, an unfamiliar flutter that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with how good he looks like this, gold against tan skin, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

His hands slide up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you in, lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll have to wear it more often,” he teases, voice husky.

You laugh, but the sound is lost as he kisses you, deep and slow, the weight of the chain pressing against you as your bodies melt together.

Rafe flips the two of you over so you’re trapped beneath him on the couch. The shine of the chain dangling in front of your face as he looks down at you. He’s taunting you with it. His hands slowly rise up the edge of your robe meeting the wet spot that waits for him, right in the center of your core. 

“This old thing turn you on this much?” Rafe grunts in your ear as he slowly circles your clit. 

The only response you can give is the arching of your back and a guttural moan you’ve finally let go from holding in your breath. He understands immediately, sitting up to pull down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself a few times as he pulls your panties to the side.

He coats his tip in some of your slick, then teases your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him in.

"What do you need baby? What do you want me to do to you?" He gets off on the way you squirm beneath him. Circling your soaked hole with never pushing in.

"You, Rafe, every inch of you. Please fuck me." you cry out.

Rafe finally gives in thrusting into you completely. Bottoming out. Giving you no chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you. You still can't keep your eye off the chains that adorns his neck.

You slip your pointer finger around it pulling him closer. His forearms are placed on either side of your head and he watches in amazement how you stare at it in a trance. Without thinking you stick your tongue out and loop it around the chain. You bite down on the metal, ignoring the tingling shock it gives you as it hits your teeth.

Your moans are muffled by your grip on the chain as Rafe continues to pummel into you. His thrusts grow rougher and sloppier as you two reach your peaks.

"Cum for me baby girl, I'm gonna fill you up." Rafe grunts into your ear.

His command is all it takes for you to let go of the chain and cry out his name and you release all over his cock. The squelching sound of Rafe fucking his cum deep inside you has your head spinning and your legs shake around his waist as he comes to a halt dropping his body down next to you on the couch.

"I'll definitely have to wear this chain more often, huh?" the both of you let out a breathy giggle as you twirl the spit slicked chain around your fingers.

not my best work but enjoy either way <3

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[ditzyrafe]

— bsf!rafe jerking off to you in the shower

warnings — masturbation, lewd language

the spray hit rafe's shoulders, hot against his skin, chasing away the lingering chill of the early morning. water sluiced down his chest, tracing paths over the light muscles of his abdomen before disappearing lower. he tipped his head back, letting the water cascade down his lean body. but it wasn't the water filling his thoughts; it was you.

the memory of you, his best friend of ten years — your scent that he still smells on his sheets, just yesterday when he was cuddling up with you in his arms. for you, it had been a casual thing to be so intimate, not thinking anything of it. but for rafe, on the other hand, it was torture. his cock throbbing as you gently brushed against his crotch unknowingly. fuck, just thinking about it was already making him rock hard.

his hand drifted down, fingers brushing the coarse hair at the base of his stomach. he glanced towards the closed bathroom door, a sliver of paranoia mixing with the heady rush of arousal. empty house. just him and the image of you burned into his brain. that was enough. more than enough. his cock was already thick and heavy, twitching against his abdomen. he wrapped his hand around the length, slick skin gliding under his palm. a low groan rumbled in his chest, swallowed by the drumming water.

he imagined you there, pressed against the cool tile, water plastering your hair to your skin, eyes dark with the same need clawing at his gut. he squeezed the base, his knuckles white against his skin. the thought of your mouth… hot and wet, tracing the head, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside… it sent him in a spiral. he pumped his fist faster, mimicking the rhythm he wanted inside you, the way your hips would buck against his. "ahhh, fuck… yes."

his breath hitched, coming ragged gasps. he could almost feel your hands on him, nails digging lightly into his back, lips whispering filthy promises against his ear. the steam felt like your breath, hot and intimate against his skin. he pictured your face thrown back, mouth open in a silent 'o', taking him deeper. "just like that… take it all, baby."

his own fingers worked faster, chasing the building pressure. he slammed his free hand against the tile, hand stuttering slightly. his hips jerked forward instinctively with each weak stroke, driving his cock into his fist at the vision of you in his head. "god, i bet you'd feel so good."

even the memory, the sheer idea of you, was enough to push him close. his balls tightened, eyebrows knitted together as his high was soon approaching. the groan ripped from his throat this time, raw and unrestrained. “fuck…” he moaned your name. and he could almost hear your answering cries, taking him over the edge as he imagined you looking back at him, eyes blown fully with lust. thick spurts of his release clouded the water swirling around his feet, painting the tile in thick, pearly strokes. his body shuddered, leaning against the wall as the last waves ebbed, leaving him spent and breathless.

and he’d most definitely be calling you over tonight.

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© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!

[evcrmoresworld]

Just a minute 𐙚

Rafe Cameron x Reader sfw, warnings! cheesy drunken behaviour lol

The party’s long past its peak.

The bonfire’s burned down to a lazy orange glow, casting flickering light over scattered red solo cups. The Bluetooth speaker is still playing a slow indie track, the lyrics getting lost under the crash of waves.

You step away from the group, the sand cool under your bare feet as you wander toward the darker edge of the beach. The air smells like smoke and saltwater, your hoodie barely protecting you from the breeze that is coming off the sea. Your shoulders relax as you escape into the shadows, it feels good to be away from the noise for a second.

Then you see it, a body, half curled in the sand, still as a rock.

You freeze. He’s not moving.

Your chest tightens as you approach slowly, cautiously, until you're kneeling beside him. His head’s turned away, face buried in the crook of his arm, and for one terrifying second, you think he’s—

“Rafe?” you whisper, reaching out.

Your fingertips touch his cheek. His skin is warm.

Then....he stirs.

He lifts his head slowly, eyes glassy and dazed, lips parted like he’s trying to remember how to breathe. The knot in your stomach loosens, relief flooding in.

He blinks at you once. Twice.

“Y/N…” he slurs, voice soft and full of something you don’t recognize. “Hey.”

He smiles.

Not his usual cocky grin. This one is sleepy. Sweet. Maybe even a little sad.

You blink, stunned. Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, the hothead with too many demons and not enough patience, is looking at you like you're the first good thing he’s seen all night.

“You scared me,” you murmur. “I thought you weren’t breathing.”

He doesn’t respond, just lets his head flop back into the sand with a small groan. “M’fine,” he mumbles. “Just… tired.”

“You can’t sleep here,” you say gently, pushing lightly at his shoulder. “You’ll choke on your own puke or something.”

“No puke,” he insists, eyelids heavy. “Swear. I’m good.”

You sigh, kneeling next to him. “Rafe. Come on. Sit up.”

He lets out a dramatic sigh, like you’re asking him to do way too much, but eventually he shifts, arms clumsily propping himself up.

And then, without any warning, he leans into you.

His arms loop around your waist, and he slumps forward, burying his face into your neck like it’s the only safe place left in the world.

You freeze.

This is not the Rafe Cameron you know. He’s an angry drunk, you'd been witness to numerous drunken fights, he was always so tense like he’s on the edge of snapping. But now? He’s soft. Warm. Heavy against you, like he’s letting go for the first time in forever.

His breath ghosts against your skin, and you find yourself… stroking his hair. Feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen, liking that you can have this effect on him.

You can feel him mumbling something into your throat, just noise at first. Then a slurred, “…You smell nice…”

You snort softly. “You’re drunk.”

He nods into you, then lifts his head slowly, eyes glassy as they search your face. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “Like, really. I always thought that.”

Your eyebrows raise, but before you can say anything, he leans forward, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders, pressing a soft, sloppy kiss to your cheek. Then another. Then your jaw.

Your pulse skitters.

“Rafe—”

His lips brush close, too close to yours.

You turn your head with a laugh, your cheeks flushed.

He pulls back slightly, frowning like a kicked puppy.

“Why’d you do that?” he pouts, eyes narrowed. “I was bein’ sweet.”

“You were trying to kiss me.”

“So?”

You bite your lip, amused. “You’re Sarah’s brother.”

“And your her friend,” he mumbles. “Still like you.”

You sigh, brushing his hair back again, a little too gently for someone who should know better.

“Let’s get you some water,” you say, trying to stand, but his arms come back around your waist, tighter this time, like he’s not ready to let you go yet.

He rests his head against your chest again.

“Just a minute,” he whispers.

And for some reason, you give it to him.

Just a minute.

[cameronsbabydoll]

IMAGINING HER GIVING HIM HEAD AND GETTING HER STRAWBERRY LIP GLOSS ALL OVER HIM AND HE CUMS SO FAST AND SHE DOESNT LAUGH OR MAKE FUN OF HIM SHE JUST KISSES HIM AND TELLS HIM HE DID SO GOOD AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO- AHHH

nerd!rafe getting head !

warnings: nsfw!! head (male receiving) sub rafe, he cums fast and is embarrassed

divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

wc: 347 — a/n: i’m so used to writing dom rafe

rafe’s sitting there, glasses fogged up and slipping down his nose, hands gripping the edge of his desk like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. he’s a mess already—cheeks flushed, breathing all uneven—and you’ve barely even started. you’re on your knees, that strawberry lip gloss shining on your lips, and when you lean in, he freezes like he’s short-circuiting. “you—uh—you don’t have to—” he stammers, but the words die fast when your mouth wraps around him.

it’s sloppy, it’s sweet—literally, that gloss smearing pink and sticky all over him, glistening in the dim light of his room. he’s trying so hard to keep it together, but you can feel him twitching, hear the little choked noises he’s making. his hands hover like he wants to touch you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed, so you grab one, press it to the back of your head, and he just loses it. thirty seconds in—tops—he’s gasping, “oh shit, i—i can’t—” and then he’s gone, spilling hard and fast, hips jerking like he’s never felt anything this good.

you pull back, lips slick and glossy, a little strawberry sheen left behind on him, and he’s staring down at you, mortified. his face is beet red, glasses crooked, and he’s already mumbling apologies—“i didn’t mean to, it’s just—god, i’m such a—” but you don’t let him finish. you climb up, straddling his lap, and kiss him deep, letting him taste the strawberry on your tongue. “you did so good, rafe,” you murmur against his mouth, soft and sincere, fingers threading through his messy hair.

he’s stunned, blinking at you like he can’t compute it—no teasing, no judgment, just you smiling all warm and pretty. his hands finally settle on your waist, tentative, like he’s testing if this is real. “i… uh… really?” he manages, voice small, and you nod, kissing his cheek, his jaw, leaving little glossy marks behind. he’s still reeling, doesn’t know what to do with himself, but that shy, dazed little smile creeping onto his face? that’s all you need to know that your his.