#fluffy rafe cameron

[starkeysbaby]

“i don’t care if he’s brazilian babe”

requests are open <33

pairing: rafe x reader [est. relationship] 

warnings: mention of private parts, fluff, angst? (if you count rate being jealous and overprotectiive as angst lol)

summary: at a sleepover with kie and sarah, they convince you to tease your jealous and overprotective boyfriend...

a/n: keep seeing gfs prank their bf with this on tiktok and imagine how rafe would react.. also thinking of making the title of my fics my fav quote in the fic, whatcha think?

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“so what’d you three get up to this weekend?�� asked rafe as he kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel and on your thigh. He had just picked you and kiara up from kie’s house after you, her and sarah spent the last 2 nights there for a weekend away from the boys. The rest of the pogues decided to have a kegger tonight, both kooks and pogues welcome, so rafe picked you two up on his way there whilst sarah had been picked up by john b earlier.

“oh not much” you replied playing with his hand as he drove “just a bit of shopping then we went to the waxing parlour...” you smiled, kie in the back trying to control the laughter itching to burst out, knowing what is about to come. You yourself too struggled to contain your laughter as you thought back to the conversation at kie’s earlier.

“omg you should totally prank rafe with this,” kie laughed out, shuffling over sarah to show you her phone, ”he would lose his shit.” she added on with a bright but sly smile on her face, watching and waiting for my reaction.

It was a tiktok of a girl pranking her boyfriend saying that she got a brazilian wax done... by a man. [a brazilian wax is waxing your pubic hairs/waxing the hairs down there 👀]

You laughed out at the guy’s manly reaction to another guy seeing his girl’s pussy and imagined what rafe would say. It was no secret to anyone that rafe was overprotective. He always had an arm around you at a party and barely ever took his eyes off of you when you seperate from him. He’s also known to get jealous at times after breaking a few guys noses here and there for just looking at you the wrong way. You didn’t mind it much, as long as he didn’t get to the point where you felt as though he was controlling you. And it never did, in fact it made you feel loved and special, the fact that rafe cared so much about you.

“omg y/n you have to do this on rafe” begged sarah placing emphasis on the ‘have’. “i don't know guys... you know how rafe gets.” you replied, feeling yourself get lured into their shenanigans. “i know!” sarah piped up. “if you prank rafe with this, i’ll prank john b with it too,” she exlaimed, jumping up at her genius idea. “okay, but kie has to do it on JJ then” you bargained, causing you and sarah to turn your heads to kie. “fine” she huffed out, rolling her eyes but smiling, excited to prank the boys.

“i still can’t believe how we barely felt any pain at all this” kie piped up from the back, itching to get the prank started. “daniel did such an amazing job, i’m definitely going back to him” she smirked waiting for it to sink through rafe’s head. “daniel?” rafe snorted and laughed, “i hope you mean danielle, and what do you mean he?” he wondered out loud, continuously flicking his eyes back and forth from you and the road waiting for your reply. Well here goes nothing! “no kie’s right, it was a guy named daniel” you stated non chalantly “there weren’t any women available so we had to go with him”. He removed his hand from your thigh, placing it on the steering wheel with his other, “and you couldn’t go anywhere else” he asked, clearly getting irritated at how casual you were about all this. “everywhere else was closed for maitenance after the storm last week, what else were we meant to do” you half lied, proud of yourself for coming up with an excuse that quickly. “i don’t know, maybe go another day?” rafe retorted, raising his voice at the last couple of words.

The next few minutes went by without any word from the three of you, kie in the back sensing the tension and kind of wishing the prank was done alone between just you and rafe. She’d rather have not been there and hear about it than sit here in this awkward silence. 

After a few more minutes you arrived at the beach. As soon as rafe parked the car, kie jumped out muttering a “thanks” desperate to get away from the awkward situation. “bye kie, we’ll find you guys later”. After she was out of an earshot you turned to rafe to see him searching all the waxing parlours in the area on his phone. “rafe” nothing. “what are you doing?” you smiled, unaware to him. “tryna find out who the fuck this daniel guy is” he muttered, too engrossed with his newfound mission. “rafe please” you grabbed his phone and placed it on the phone holder and took his hands in yours making him look at you. His eyes were furious. If looks could kill you’d be gone by now. You pondered for a moment on whether you should continue the prank or not, eventually deciding to since you had come this far anyways and frankly, you had found it funny how pissed off rafe was at this. 

“i’m sorry baby, i didnt think you’d get this upset” you chuckled giving him a small peck on the lips. “what do you mean by that y/n, i’m your boyfriend, of course i’m not gonna like another guy touching your body” he dropped his head to the steering wheel as he started to lose his cool. “and here you are acting like it’s the most normal fucking thing in the world” he finished. “cmon rafe, this is his job. he sees at least ten naked bodies a day, he’s not remembering mine” you internally smiled to yourself for the ‘naked’ comment, knowing that would push him off the edge. “what do you mean naked y/n? where did this guy wax you?” rafe was scared now, interally praying that daniel didn’t wax you where he thinks he did “it was a brazilian wax babe” you smiled. “i don’t care if he’s brazilian babe” you mentally face palmed yourself at your boyfriend’s lack of knowledge of a brazilian wax. “no baby, a brazilian wax is... yknow... down there” you motioned to between your legs whilst rafe looked like he’d just witnessed a murder. “what?! you’re telling me another guy saw you NAKED naked?!” it was taking every ounce of willpower you had left to not laugh at this. “yes but-” “no y/n. no buts. how would you feel if i let another girl shave my fucking balls?!” he laughed but was clearly unamused by what you were telling him “you have no idea who this guy is and what he’s like” he finished. “no its not like that, he was really sweet” you said making rafe laugh “of course he was y/n. he was staring at your fucking pussy and you let him. do you know what kinda signal that gives to a guy?” he questioned. “no it’s fine, i told him i have a boyfriend and he said you’re really lucky by the way!”

Rafe couldn’t believe his ears. He knew how kind and trusting you were, even to people who didn’t deserve it. While it was one of his favourite things about you, it also scared him knowing that there are people out there who could easily take advantage of that kindness. That’s maybe why he felt the need to make this way worse than it actually was.

“do you hear yourself right now y/n” he pleaded with you to see where he was coming from. “i’m sorry, i only did it for you” you muttered looking down, really getting into your role for this prank. “yknow i don’t mind a little fuzz” he said making you cringe as he chuckled, looking down on you and tucking a few stray hair strands behind your ear. Rafe decided he had given you enough shit for this and what’s done is done, as long as it doesn’t happen again. “im still gonna have to talk to this daniel guy” he said calming down, stroking your face and wrapping his arms around you as you leaned into him “give him a piece of my mind yknow” he teased. “you don’t have to do that” you looked up at him beaming, deciding it’s time you stop this silly prank. “oh yeah? why’s that?” he smiled, giving you tiny pecks across your cheek moving down to your neck. “cuz i’m only messing with you” you laughed as rafe pulled his head back, confused. “huh?” “there’s no guy named daniel. it’s just this stupid prank kie and sarah begged me to play on you” you explained while reaching your arm out to scratch the back of his neck. 

Rafe didn’t know whether to be amused or embarrassed at the scene he caused over a small prank. He didn’t know whether to blame you for pranking him or his sister for planting such ideas in your head. As he watched you laugh and look so happy at the little rise you got out of him tonight, he couldn’t be mad. He found it so fucking adorable how small things like this could make you laugh so much and just brighten your day. Next thing you knew, rafe was attacking your face with kisses while tickling you. 

“omg rafe sto- STOP” you laughed out, unable to contain yourself. “you sorry for that mean prank?” rafe questioned not stopping his attack. “yes yes i’m sorry!!” he finally slowed down as your laughs gradually disappeared. “let’s go. everyone’s probably wondering where we are” you said before quickly pecking his nose and making a move to get out the car. Rafe quickly stopped you and brought his lips to your ear “ok but when we get back to mine, i wanna see how your brazilian wax turned out” he whispered before nipping at your earlobe and letting you go.

You both laughed at his boyish antics before making your way to the rest of your friends, ready to tell kie and sarah how the prank turned out, only to be met with a pissed off JJ and John B which was probably due to kie and sarah living up to their end of the deal.

a/n: well that was it. i think this is the first time ive written in a few months and the third overall fic i’ve ever written so im open to feedback. pls i need the criticism to improve 😭

[rafeandonlyrafe]

deliveries

words: 1.2k

warnings: ex!rafe, reconciliation, kinda sugar daddy rafe but he just likes taking care of his girl mhm iktr

“can i say no?” you sigh.

“say no? did you not place this delivery?” the man raises his eyebrows.

“i didn't. my- my ex did.”

“well, i have to deliver it, ma’am, but i don't care what you do with it afterwards. give it to your friends or throw it out.” the man sets the bags of food at your doorstep, snapping a picture before walking off.

you can't blame him, plus it's probably a situation he's never encountered before.

you sigh as you pick up the bags, carrying them into the kitchen counter. packages, deliveries and letters have been showing up on your doorstep for two weeks, ever since you broke up with rafe.

you're sick of it at this point. as you go through the food, picking out something to eat for dinner (you're not just gonna let it go to waste!) you grab your phone and unblock rafes number.

you wonder how long it will take him to realize as you sit at your desk and eat. you're in an apartment complex with pretty tight security, it's the only reason why rafe isn't knocking at your door himself, instead sending whoever he can to get a message to you, while simultaneously making sure you have plenty of food to eat and things to take care of yourself with.

you answer your phone after the first ring. you deleted his contact, but rafes number is forever memorized in your head.

“stop sending me things.” 

“baby, its a relief to hear your voice again.” rafe sighs, sounding genuinely happy, like a weight is suddenly off his chest. “please, let me just talk to you. i miss you so much.”

“no, rafe. we broke up. you need to stop.” 

“why'd you break up with me? what did you tell me princess?” rafe questions. “i wasn't giving you enough attention. now im giving you everything. please, y/n.” he pleads. “im not going to stop.”

you take a deep sigh. you really love rafe, despite your relationship being only six months old when you broke up with him, it was just too much. too much attention from your friends and too much pressure from his family. it pushed your relationship farther apart until rafe barely paid attention to you, receiving constant questions from his dad and friends.

“you have to, rafe. clearly things weren't working out. we tried. we can say that. gave it a fair shot.”

“im not done trying. yes, i let my family and other people get into my head about our relationship, but im done with that bullshit. i want you back.”

“let me think about it, okay?” it's an olive branch. the best thing that you can extend right now.

“okay.” rafe agrees. “how about i call you friday?”

you glance at the calendar hanging over your desk. two days. two days to think. you're not sure it's enough or too much.

“that works… but rafe, stop sending me stuff.”

“i can't, baby.” you can practically see the way he's shaking his head right now. “gotta take care of my girl, even if you don't wanna see me.”

“fine.” you groan. you know there's no talking rafe out of it. “order me some lemonade next time then.”

--

you yawn as you wake up with a big stretch, instinctively reaching over to the other side of the bed. your hand pats the sheets before remembering that you left rafe.

you slide out of bed, heading towards your kitchen to get something for breakfast when a knock on your door interrupts you.

“one second!” you're in pajamas, but they're far too small and tight to answer the door in. you rush back into your bedroom and pull a robe on to cover up.

“hi!” the delivery woman smiles. “y/n?”

“yup.” you nod, stepping to the side. “do you mind just setting it down on the counter?”

the woman places the bags down before saying goodbye and seeing herself out. you sigh and look into the bags, eyes bulging when you see velvet boxes carefully placed inside one of them.

you pull out one of the boxes, gasping when a beautiful diamond necklace is revealed. you continue to open them, realizing rafe bought you jewelry of almost every variety.

“oh, gosh.” you grab a note, opening it to see his handwriting.

it's just what you deserve. i love you and want you back. can't wait to talk to you tomorrow.

rafe

p.s. i paid your rent for the next three months

you grab your phone before even looking in the other bag, dialing rafes number. he picks up almost instantly.

“you know you can't buy my love, right?” 

“im not trying to.” rafe says. “im just trying to take care of you. did you get the breakfast?”

you peek into the other bag, seeing a stack of delicious looking pancakes inside a clear container, as well as some other options.

“yeah, ill eat it in a minute.”

“good.” you can practically hear rafes smile over the phone.

“how about we meet up in person to talk tomorrow instead of on the phone?”

“ill go wherever you want.”

“our first date.” is all you say before hanging up, grabbing the pancakes and container holding scrambled eggs.

--

you're aware you didn't say what time as you pull up to the pier. it's a warm day, sunny with almost no clouds in the sky, but a light breeze gives you the perfect amount of cooling.

you walk down the pier, unable to hold back your smile when you see rafe sitting on the bench where you ate ice cream on your first date after finally agreeing to let him take you out.

rafe watches you carefully as you sit down next to him.

“you're wearing the necklace i got you.” he smiles, seeing the gold chain around your neck.

“i am.” you nod. 

“can i… can i hug you? ive missed you so much baby.”

you nod again, not sure you can find your voice as rafes arms wrap around your body, holding you into his side. you snuggle into his chest, eyes sliding shut. 

“love you so much.” rafe says, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “so much i messed up the first time not trying to be too obsessed. i just didn't want to make you run away, turns out i did the exact opposite and you felt ignored. you know how my dad is…” rafe trails off as you pick your head up to look at him.

“we shouldn't have let others get between us.” you know you're not innocent in it either, contributing just as much to rafe to the tension that had grown between the two of you.

“and we won't let it happen again now that we know.” rafe says, a promising look in his eyes. you swear it looks like he might cry as you nod.

he ducks his head, pressing your lips together in a sweet kiss. you fist your hands in his shirt, keeping him close as you kiss back, having missed his lips on yours more than you'd like to admit.

“does this mean you'll tell security im allowed back in?” rafe laughs gently, cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking over your cheek.

“hmm, i guess.” you giggle.

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[karinamariee]

honey

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: it all tastes and feels like honey.

warnings: smut, mdni!! pls

authors note: i like short reads im sorry😩

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“fuck…” you moaned, throwing your head back. rafe had been so good at eating you out, you know it had felt like honey on his tongue. he had told you multiple times. it had felt so good.

“yes, baby, you taste so good.” rafe said, then shoving his face back in your folds.

“your tongue feels so good,” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

he went ham on your pussy, making sure all you remembered was his name. but you remembered everything about him. the curves of his body, his beautiful eyes, his striking smile, and those fingers that would fuck your hole so fucking good. you could never forget him even if you tried. you had loved it. you had loved him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you said. “fuck, i’m gonna cum rafe. fuck, fuck—“ you came all over his tongue, gripping his head harshly since he had his buzz cut. he stuck his tongue out, making sure to catch every drip of honey he could.

“this pussy is mines,” said rafe, moving back up your body. “this pussy taste like honey.”

you kissed him harshly, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“just like honey,” he said, pulling himself out of his jeans.

[reachedrafe]

Morning after

Summary : You wake up in an unfamiliar bed after a wild night, only to find yourself next to Rafe Cameron. As the memories of the evening come rushing back, you’re faced with the reality of what happened and what it might mean for both of you.

Warnings : none just soft Rafe!

You slowly drifted back to consciousness, the morning light filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the unfamiliar room. Your mind was groggy, still clouded by the remnants of sleep, and it took a few moments for your surroundings to come into focus.

You blinked, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The sheets beneath you were soft, the mattress firm but comfortable. You frowned slightly as the realization hit you—this wasn’t your bed. You turned your head, your gaze following the room’s details: a surfboard leaning against the wall, clothes strewn across the floor, the faint scent of saltwater and cologne lingering in the air.

Panic bubbled up inside you as you shifted under the sheets, only to realize with a jolt that you were naked. You clutched the blanket to your chest, your heart pounding as your mind raced to recall how you ended up here.

Then, you heard it—a soft rustling beside you. Your breath hitched, and you turned slowly, almost afraid of what you might see. Lying next to you, still asleep, was Rafe Cameron. His chiseled features were softened in sleep, the usual hard edge gone from his face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, one arm draped casually over the pillow between you.

Memories of the night before started to flood back. The party at Tannyhill had been wild, the music loud, the drinks flowing freely. You remembered Rafe’s intense gaze from across the room, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only person there. You’d danced together, laughed together, and one thing had led to another…

Your pulse quickened as you replayed the night in your mind. The stolen glances, the whispered words, the way he’d pulled you close, his hands warm against your skin. You hadn’t planned for things to go this far, but once you were alone with him, the chemistry had been undeniable.

You watched him now, still fast asleep, and wondered what would happen when he woke up. Would he regret it? Would he want to pretend it never happened? Or… would this be the start of something more?

You shook your head, trying to quiet the anxious thoughts swirling in your mind. Carefully, you began to slide out of bed, trying not to wake him. But as you moved, his hand reached out, catching your wrist. You froze, your eyes snapping to his face.

Rafe’s eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he looked up at you. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His grip on your wrist was gentle, but firm enough to keep you from pulling away.

“Morning,” you whispered back, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it made you nervous.

He studied you for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, he tugged you back down beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You don’t have to go,” he said softly, his voice sincere. “Stay a little longer.”

You hesitated, but the warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to be a mistake. Maybe it could be the beginning of something neither of you expected.

With a small, shy smile, you nodded and settled back into the bed. Rafe’s arms tightened around you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace. Whatever came next, you’d face it together. For now, though, you were content to stay right where you were.

[allebasimaianunes]

"the boxer" ✴︎ drew starkey

one-short | fluffy & semi-smut

sumary: Drew is the model of a rising artist. He is not only her muse, but also her most passionate lover of her works.

autor's note: so, i saw this twitter here and i got kind of obsessed with the whole concept. i have this painting engraved in my mind, so i decided to write a little text with the scene that came to my mind, really quickly. it's not a big deal :) the painting is "the boxer" by russian painter kostantin andreevich somov (1869-1939).

warning contend: it's quite romantic to be honest. there's a hint of sex at the end, but i wanted to keep it light, erotic, and sentimental! english isn't my first language, so i apologize for the mistakes. oh, and here the reader is in the third person, with no description of physical characteristics. enjoy the reading! <3

word count: 1.795 words

language: eng.

soundtrank inspo: give you my love, mazzy star

“Please, be quiet.”

She asked with one of the brushes between her teeth, watching him intently. The blonde man, with tanned skin and a defined body, chuckled, amused by the painter's impatience, adjusting his position once again. It was exhausting to pose nude for hours on end, in the same exact pose, unable to move a single muscle so as not to disturb the meticulous painting the woman was creating.

Drew sighed, extending one of his hands forward as his gaze landed on the artist.

She was adding yellow paint to the details outlining the curves of his body. The room they were in was both her little bedroom, her studio, and her kitchen – a small cubicle painted in a sandy yellow, with a few rustic wooden furniture pieces she scavenged from shops here and there. The bed was nothing more than a single mattress on the floor, and her wardrobe consisted of large, square trunks typically used for train travel. Books on human anatomy were scattered alongside Walter Benjamin, Gramsci, Virginia Woolf, and Jean-Paul Sartre – books he devoured during idle moments. And there was an overwhelming amount of painting supplies – truly impressive. Paint tubes stacked in crates she collected from the market, brushes drying on the balcony, blank canvases leaning against the walls.

She spent more on art supplies than on food.

The man’s blue eyes fixed on the woman’s face: beautiful, angular, like a unique work of art. She looked exceptionally stunning when she was deeply focused on painting. In a swift motion, she removed the brush from between her teeth and used it to add the final blend to the painted face. She smiled, stepping back with measured steps from the canvas, placing her hands on her hips, satisfied with the result. Drew grew curious, wanting to leave his pose but knowing he had to stay still until she gave him instructions.

“This one is beautiful. Wow, I can’t believe I painted it!”

“If only I could look at it and give my opinion…” the man said sarcastically, glancing at her with pleading eyes, desperate to move. She rolled her eyes and nodded, signaling him to come see the result of five hours of posing. Naturally comfortable in his nude form, the man walked to the easel holding the canvas, briefly glancing at the window and noticing the sun setting on the horizon, casting warm orange and red hues across the sky.

He positioned himself behind the woman, his height making it easy to see the portrait. His eyes filled with pride and an overwhelming emotion as he saw himself depicted on the canvas. The way she captured the details of his relaxed expression, the movement in the outstretched hand, the defined body exposed in golden tones – it touched him deeply. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he felt an odd urge to cry.

“Wow… This is perfect! You’re incredible.”

“Do you really think so?” she asked hesitantly, looking at him over her shoulder. The man moved closer, placing his hands on her tense shoulders, whispering, “I’m sure that when we sell this painting, buyers and curators will climax with excitement.”

“Drew…” she laughed, turning to face him, her eyes sparkling with joy at his praise. Smiling, he cupped her face tenderly, resting his forehead against hers. “I know I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again: you’re the best artist in this city! Actually, in the entire world!”

“Stop, you’re going to make me vain!”

“And rightfully so!” he retorted, both laughing. With gentle fingers, he tucked strands of her hair behind her ears, his gaze turning soft, studying every little detail of her.

He felt love consuming his chest like flames, recalling the moment she first approached him dressed in a suit and tie – several sizes too big for her – with a beret to hold her hair back, pretending to be a male gambler at his underground fights. She casually asked if he would accept a job in exchange for money. Of course, he agreed, assuming it would be some intimate encounter or collecting a debt with violence. When they arrived at her small sixth-floor apartment, he was surprised by its simplicity and the casual way she revealed herself to him.

His heart raced as she removed the beret, letting her long hair fall, and took off the blazer and trousers, leaving her in an oversized dress shirt. She lit a cigarette from her silver case, walked across the room to grab a canvas, and set up the easel near a chair facing the open balcony door. She gestured toward the chair. Still puzzled, he walked over, feeling self-conscious about his sweat, the bruises on his brow, and the cut on his lower lip-yet more so about his naïveté for not suspecting the stranger was, in fact, a woman.

While setting up to paint, it was Drew who broke the silence, his voice curious. “Why did you pretend to be a man? Wouldn’t it have been easier to approach me as… yourself?”

She glanced at him from behind the canvas, the cigarette dangling from her lips. “I wanted a fighter. And there are a lot of ignorant men in those places… I’ve always wanted to walk into a room full of men dressed as one of them, approach someone, and bring them back to my place to paint them. So I combined business with pleasure, and here you are.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, crossing his legs, intrigued by this strange, half-naked woman in front of him. “And you’re not afraid? Especially dressed like that in front of me… I’m a fighter. I’m strong,” she stepped out from behind the canvas-not backing away but moving closer to him. Her eyes locked with his as she finished his thought: “I could overpower you. Or something like that.”

“No. I’m not afraid of you, and you wouldn’t overpower me,” she said defiantly, smiling. Drew frowned, studying her intently as she pulled a pair of oval-framed glasses from his shirt pocket, placing them on his face. She crouched to pick up a book by the chair and handed it to him. “I watched you for weeks, considering you as my potential model, and I couldn’t help but notice how fake you are!” she laughed, lighting another cigarette.

Drew’s face twisted in offense. “Excuse me!? I don’t even know you, and you’re calling me out like this!? Who do you think you are? I swear, I’ll walk out and tell the first person I see that you’re insane-” He began to rise, but she casually extended a cigarette toward him.

Her gaze was calm and confident. That nonchalant, informal act caught him off guard. It disarmed him. Accepting the cigarette, he allowed her soft voice to explain: “Don’t be offended or mad. I did what anyone desperate for a chance in this world full of jerks would do: I took unconventional measures to make my mark. I needed a model with your features, someone unique and unknown. That way, if I could convince you to be my model, I could pose as you to sell my work. Because, ever since I left my studies, I’ve had zero validation as a woman artist. You get it?”

Drew took a drag, his eyes fixed on hers. Thoughts swirled in his mind – it was an unexpected proposal. After a decade of his mediocre life as a boxer, competing in small matches for meager earnings with blood, sweat, and pain, her offer lit a spark in his mind. Intrigued, he asked, “So, how would this work… you pretending to be me?”

She smiled, satisfied – a smile he would come to know intimately over the months that followed, as they sealed their deal with a handshake, a gaze filled with mutual ambition, and cigarettes smoked into the evening as she sketched a new canvas.

Their partnership flourished. She had the talent, and he had the image coveted by curators and collectors. While she worked from the shadows, he basked in the spotlight.

Their inevitable closeness culminated in a private celebration after a major sale – a stunning bust of Drew with his torso exposed and a vacant, majestic expression. That night, in her cramped apartment, amid whiskey and wine, their bodies intertwined, the lines between them blurred, and passion erupted in a tangle of sweat and ecstasy.

Drew was hopelessly in love with her, and he wanted her to know. Yet, he hadn’t found the right words – until that sublime moment, gazing at the portrait of himself as he turned to her and whispered: “I’m losing my mind over you, woman!”

“Oh, my God…” she said, surprised, her paint-stained hands holding his. He didn’t mind—in fact, he felt her touch was akin to being painted into her masterpieces. Drew smiled sincerely, kissing her tenderly.

The kiss was returned with a sublime tenderness and love. Their bodies moved through the room in a dance, his firm hands guiding her to the mattress, gently pushing her onto it. Standing over her in his unashamed nudity, bathed in the warm glow of the sunset, her gaze shifted with a mix of carnal desire and passion. She whispered, “Darling, you truly are a masterpiece. My masterpiece.”

Drew’s smile brimmed with passion as he lay over her, planting kisses full of emotion. Through their intimacy, he felt her unspoken love, her hands painting his body with her touch, just as she would a canvas. Drew smiled passionately, lying on top of her and distributing kisses full of feelings, feeling in her mouth the words of love and passion that she did not say to him verbally, feeling in the way she slid her hands over his body as she drew it, exploring her body like a picture critic captures every detail in a painting. Eyes, nose, lips, neck, chest, breasts, abdomen, mons pubis, thighs. Returning to between her legs, the wet and sensitive intimacy. The moans mixing with the noise of the city outside, the pleading whispers, the peak that made her shiver. With his breathing so heavy, almost unable to contain himself, losing himself in her was a delirium in itself. Penetrating as if he could dye her soul with himself, the man crossed his hands before cumming, dragging out a deep, lazy “I love you.”, full of honey and golden colors in her ear.

As night fell, cloaking the drying canvas on the balcony in an indigo veil, they lay entwined on the mattress, bodies glistening and breaths heavy. Drew smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her beautiful face and murmured, “If I’m your masterpiece, then let me be eternally etched in your eyes. My creator.”

He leaned in, sealing the words I love you onto her soul with a kiss.

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 1 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23

𐙚 Rafe Camerons!breeding kink

warnings ; smut, breeding kink, f!reader

Rafe who doesn’t love family ‘get togethers’ with a grumpy attitude and noticeable frown :(( maybe their more enjoyable with other families? families who weren’t obsessed with the latter of success and violence? rafe included. it just seemed pointless to him. unnecessary opportunities to argue and manipulate. that’s the only aspects of family he had ever known. until he had met you of course !!

here he was. letting u squeeze your delicate hand over his. fingers enlaced as you two walked down the stairs, into the buzzing yearly Christmas party.

he didn’t want you being there :(( you were like a ray of sunshine — his bubbly, sweet princess. your beaming grin on ur beautiful face was just so pure to him. he felt so overprotective !! letting his angel in the same house same room even as his psycho family just felt so wrong !!

but you convinced him everything would be all right !! he didn’t believe ur sweet words until he found himself leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to petty drama and chatter — he truly hated these kinds of things !! a pounding headache forming in rafes blond head :( his family were truly the humbugs of christmas in his eyes.

he could have sworn your pretty hand was curled in his. until he realized they weren’t, where did u go?? where the fucks his pretty girl? he couldn’t help but panic a bit, this was his crazy family after all !! his blue eyes darting around every room as he frantically looked for you. but rafe was just being protective as always, finally letting himself breathe when he found u upstairs, in the playroom he and Sarah used as kids. now all occupied with his darling little cousins, and you?

rafe was in awe. watching u play dollies with his little cousin darla <3 the brightest smile spread on ur face. simply playing with his lil cousins as ur eyes meet his, sapphire and laced in adoration. giving him a sweet grin. could you be any more angelic? any more beautiful? of course you were drawn to the adorable babies ((: taking not a single notice to his families tension — and letting ur bubbly mind find probably the only bright area of the party !!

u stood up, scurrying over to him as you smooched him a cheeky kiss. “m’ sorry, were you looking for me?”

“I sure was, baby.. your good with kids y’now” why was he smirking? oh !!

it isn’t long before he has you bent over his desk (!! his family still downstairs !!) thick thighs sprawled open as he pounds into ur puffy cunnty !! ur cock drunk lashes fluttering back as ur drooled over mouth let’s out pretty moans !! <3 his deep voice spurring praises like a prayer ‘fuck baby, so fucking’ good with kids’ ‘gonna look so pretty with a baby belly princess’ ‘cummin’ in ur pretty pussy like u fucking deserve’ hes a man of his word. ur gummy walls squeezing his cock as he slams agaisnt ur cervix. thick, warm ropes of cum spurring right into ur womb. how could u not cry out in ectasy? ‘need’ta be quiet’ he groaned. he couldn’t control himself !! u were so warm, so sweet — how could he not fill you with his creamy cum?!— “can’t think of a better gift baby, your gonna be the mother of my baby sweet thing” of course it doesn’t stop after one round !! u’d just look so beautiful with his blond lil baby !! ((:

[ipetite69]

⋆ . ˚ rafe learning to love with you ‹𝟹

before meeting you, rafe had never taken his love life seriously. sure, he had dated girls here and there, but he had always broken off things with them before they got too unnecessarily attached.

then you happened.

you were there, at the bonfire, looking all pretty and clueless under the light of the incandescent flames, and he just had to talk to you. he had no idea that that hunch that made him walk over to you would result in more than just a simple exchange of words.

you spend hours and hours talking that night, and it felt strange to him. he didn't have the urge to take to his bed for a ephemeral sexual encounter. no. it was as if something inside of him clicked when you both say your goodbyes and promised to see each other some other day.

soon, the first date came. then the second. and the third. he had found in you a place of comfort, or relaxation, things that he had faked for the longest time. talking to you, hearing you laugh, admiring your pretty smile—not so subtlety, watching the sunset together, having a drink, or even spending time with you in silence had become his favorite activities.

randomly one day, he felt that pinch in his chest, right where the heart is, at seeing you in the distance as you made your way to him. there and then, he realized that he loved you. he loved you. you had taught him how to love, how it felt to be truly loved.

rafe's far from perfect, and he knows that more than well. but to you, he's someone who deserves to be loved and taken care for. you had given him a chance and made him feel seen, as if you understood his intricate mind. he can't say he doesn't panic. he sometimes does, mostly when he thinks of the chance of fucking it all up and hurting you—accidentally, of course.

but as he now holds you close to him, thinking of the the enigmatic concept of love, he promises to you in a tiny whisper in your ear that he will protect you against all odds, even himself.

[strangelysamantha]

Could you do a Y/n x Rafe Cameron fluff where they go from friends to dating but they start dating bc of topper was texting y/n to talk rafe that she likes him and all that stuff but topper didn’t know that rafe was on her phone when he sent those messages, and make it super fluffy and stuff!! Please and Thank you!! Btw I love your work!

exposed ❀

rafe cameron x reader.

warnings: none.

words: 740.

summary: rafe sees a text from topper, exposing your little crush on him. at first you try to play it off, but you gain enough confidence to tell rafe about your feelings.

request: yes!!

a/n: this is such a cute idea tysm! thank you for requesting i really appreciate it. love and reblog if you enjoy, possibly a follow if you're feeling generous. im so happy to have an audience to share my stories with. :)

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rafe cameron was the sexiest guy you had ever met. unfortunately, you were stuck in the friend zone. you never attempted to make a move, too nervous to ruin what you already had. the friendship was nice, and rafe was too difficult to read.

he was currently at your house for a hangout sesh. you two started with watching a movie, eating popcorn, laughing at the cheesy lines. you guys' shared looks, cringing at the poor acting. "would you be down to order some food?" he questions. "i'm down! what would you like?" you open doordash on your phone, quickly handing it to him. "let me see what they have." he scrolled the app, overwhelmed by all the choices. he chose a restaurant, now searching for what meal he wanted to order. he laughs suddenly. and you get nervous. "what?" you question, he points your phone towards you, a text from topper. are you with rafe right now? you need to tell him how you feel.

a red tint lifts to your cheeks, you bite your lip nervously. you are unsure of what to say, so instead you stay silent. topper texts again, come on you know he likes you back it is so obvious. you dramatically grab the phone from rafe, "maybe let's wait to order food, or we can use your phone." you set it behind you, ultimately pissed at topper for exposing your secret so carelessly.

"do you like me?" he's calm and curious, his face completely unreadable and now your stomach is flipping at the thought of telling rafe the truth. "i don't know what topper is talking about, were just friends." you laugh gently, quickly glancing away. when you look back, you see a moment where his guard is down. sadness flashed over him, but he quickly covered it up. "right, why would we ruin what we have?" silence settles between you two, time slowly passes as you stay on the couch, unable to move. "why would topper even think that?" he questions, smiling. he elbows you gently, "i don't know. i think he just feels bad because i haven't had a date in a month." rafe nods, looking away. you think for a moment, and after that moment passed you came to the realization that topper was right. the longer you wait to tell rafe, the more time you give your feelings to fester. it's better to rip the band aid off, cut the plug before anything got too far.

"topper knows that i like you rafe." you straighten yourself out, finding courage to admit everything. "all summer he's been urging me to express how i feel, but i've been too scared." rafe is shocked at your words, his heart starts to race. he stays quiet, letting you continue. "i never thought i'd tell you, because we are great friends. and i'd rather be just a friend, then risk losing you entirely. but i can't hide it anymore. my feelings are real..." you lower your voice, "my attraction to you is real too." you look at rafe, desperate for him to say something, "i really like you too, but i didn't think you could love someone like me." you shake your head, shushing him gently. "don't say that. you deserve so much love rafe." he forms a small smile, you lean in, "would you consider going on a date with me?" he shakes his head and for a moment your heart stops. "i'd rather be your boyfriend." you sigh with relief, "of course rafe." you lean in for a kiss, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist. "i've been dying for this moment." he whispers, close to you. the close proximity to rafe fills you with nerves, his scent strong, and his eyes soft. "me too, so bad." you kiss him again, hungrier this time. desperate for his taste and touch. you pull away, "i should have said something sooner, huh?" he grins. "definitely. but at least you did today." you frown.

"why didn't you make a move first?" your question was endearing to him, he shrugs, "well i didn't know if you actually liked me or not, and i figured if you did like me, you would have said something already." you pull him into a hug, and he snakes his arms around you. "let me take you on a date tomorrow." you grin, "yes please." he looks at you, "it's a date."

[ariahmichelle]

Character list of who I write for

Outer Banks🏝🏄‍♀️🫶🏻

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Greys Anatomy🏥🩺❤️‍🩹

Alex Karev

Jackson Avery

Mark Sloan

Derek Shepherd

Andrew DeLuca

Atticus Linchon

The Summer I Turned Pretty🌞👙🏖️

Jeremiah Fisher

Conrad Fisher

Others 🫶🏻

Drew Starkey

Rudy Pankow

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Travis Stone (Big Sky)

Baxter Radic (Surviving Summer)

Joe Jonas

Nick Jonas

[heavensdollface]

Literally!! Like sometimes I don't wanna read literal 🌽 and I just wanna read something soft n cute n fluffy ໒꒰ྀི˃ ⤙ ˂ ꒱ྀིა

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[starkeysbaby]

fic recs?

does anyone have any fluffy rafe oneshot recs? i think i’ve basically read every single one on this app atp 😭.

i have sm ideas but just don’t have the energy to write them myself might just write them soon 👀

lemme know if you’d read so i post publicly and leave asks on what scenarios i can write 🫶🏼

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bruised knees

words: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of blowjobs, losing virginity, virgin!reader (but fic is not smut), jealous! and overprotective!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, fluffy

rafe has been beyond overprotective of you his whole life. ever since you met in first grade and you let him borrow your brand new crayon box, only for a bully to come up and tug on your pigtails, causing rafe to pause his coloring to shove him away and tell him not to touch you ever again.

you smiled at rafe, the same smile you look at him with now, and he knew he would take care of you no matter what. you hugged him tightly and from that day on always shared your crayons, and everything else you had, with your new best friend.

“ready?” rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the boat.

“yes!” you squeal, trying to navigate holding your tote bag and backpack at once, when suddenly both are out of your hands as rafe takes them and carries them down the pier.

“rafe, i can carry my own stuff.” you roll your eyes. it's a losing battle, your best friend will always lessen your load, hating seeing you do any sort of physical labor, feeling like that's his job.

“yeah, whatever.” rafe just ignores your argument, it's one he's heard so many times before, yet you make no attempt to take the bags back. “who all did you invite again?” rafe asks as you enter onto the boat, quickly beginning preparations for the day at sea, having gone through the motions so many times, knowing the boat like the back of your hand even though it's the cameron familys.

“uhh, topper, tina, kelce, steph, tiffy and hayden.” you go through the list of names in your head of friends that will be joining you and rafe on the yacht.

“how is tiffy since the break up?” rafe asks, knowing you like to talk while you work, pulling various lines while you straighten up the boat to make it more presentable, going through the motions together, always together.

rafes question launches you into a gossip session with rafe, spilling all the secrets your friends told you at your last hang out, but they know you don't keep anything from rafe, so it's no surprise when he knows as well, not that any of the girls would complain, rafe often takes over the role of protector to your friends as well, caring about who you care about.

“there's hayden!” you call to rafe, pointing down the dock to the parking lot where haydens truck just pulled in, a few minutes earlier than you expected anyone to start arriving.

“great.” rafe mumbles under his breath, making sure you don't hear his upset tone. he liked hayden at first, sharing some common interests (mostly golf), but then hayden got far too touchy with you, his gaze heating when it turned to you in a way that infuriated rafe, and he made sure to show hayden when you weren't around how much it pissed him off.

rafe is probably to credit for you never having a boyfriend for an extended period of time, but he can't help it, you're so perfect and no guy can possibly deserve you, so he has to scare them off before you get too invested and give them all of your attention instead of him.

“hey, heyds.” you greet him with a hug after he makes his way down the pier, making rafe grunts as haydens hand rests a little too low on your back for his liking, making rafes mind reel at the possibility of something going on between the two of you.

your other friends slowly begin to pile onto the boat, steph being the last one to get there as she is notorious for being late, which is why you told her to show up half an hour before everyone else, and somehow still managed to get there last.

“ready for takeoff?” you ask rafe, stepping away to join him at the wheel while your group of friends find places to sit while rafe navigates the boat towards the ocean.

“i am.” rafe nods, having disconnected the last line. no matter what is happening, you always sit next to rafe on the bench as he directs the boat, ready to be his second in command at any moment, even if its just fetching him a drink or checking the water depth.

“i can’t wait to swim.” you say with a sigh, having not gotten out into the water all week, which is rare with how much peace you find in the ocean.

“how about that one sandbar we took wheezie to?” rafe questions, wanting you to decide where he anchors the boat.

“ooh, yes.” you nod.

“she complained to me last night that you weren’t over.” rafe smiles at you when you let out a laugh.

“i don’t spend one friday night and she complains! ugh, i love that girl.” you grin thinking about wheezie, treating her like she’s your own little sister, having known her since she was born.

“you’ll stay tonight, right?” rafe asks, missing you sharing his bed like you do every weekend. 

“mhm, i’m not driving home after being out on the boat all day, gonna be so exhausted.” you roll your eyes.

rafe smiles at you, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, leaving him to drive with one hand, but wanting you close to him, secretly hoping hayden would look through the windows from the lower deck and see you all cuddled up into his side.

neither of you have ever broached the topic of taking things beyond just friendship, despite rafe desperately wanting to take things further, he doesn’t want to mess up the one good thing he has in his life. you’re such a source of brightness that when you’re around him he forgets all about his fights with his dad, or issues with barry.

“here.” rafe nods to you, immediately going to drop the anchor, planning to stay in one spot all day.

you help him make sure its secure before moving to the main deck with everyone else. “alright, who is ready to swim?” you shout with glee.

“you know i am.” hayden smirks at you, pulling his shirt off over his head.

“mhm, that’s why i like you, not afraid to get wet.” you say, rafe carefully watching the interaction, unsure if you meant the innuendo or not.

you take your tshirt off as well, tossing it onto the pile that everyone is making on the sofa, revealing swimsuits underneath their clothes. rafe also undresses, but slowly and quietly.

you tug your yoga pants down next, having kicked your shoes off upon entering the boat. you turn towards rafe, always checking in with him, seeking him out amongst the crowd.

rafe smiles at you, his eyes dropping subtly down your body, quickly checking out your pale lilac swimsuit before he sees a different shade of purple, this time blossoming around your knees.

hayden seems to notice too, a smirk growing on his face when he sees the localized bruises.

“what the fuck did you do?” rafe grunts out before he can stop himself and use the calming methods you so carefully taught him.

“what?” hayden turns to look at rafe, but he’s already charging at him. rafe shoves hayden backwards, making him stumble but he manages to maintain his footing.

“rafe, chill!” you shout, grabbing at his arm.

“did he-did you fucking blow him?” rafe questions, pointing to your knees. “how did you get those bruises?” “jesus, rafe!” you take a step back, but don’t drop your grip on his arm, not sure if he would try to pull away. “you seriously ask me that in front of all our friends? for your information i was working out in the garden yesterday and bruised my knees kneeling on the pavers. but thanks for embarrassing me.”

you drop his arm when you feel tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning and sprinting into the interior of the boat.

you throw yourself onto the bed in one of the two bedrooms, hiding your face in the white pillow as you cry. 

“y/n…” rafe says softly. you don’t jump at his voice, you expected him to follow you, but you don’t feel like talking to him.

“please, y/n.” rafe pleads, and you feel his weight dip the bed down as he climbs onto the mattress.

“stop it.” you whine when rafe pulls you into him, but you don’t struggle as he cuddles into you, pressing a kiss against your hair. you’ve cuddled rafe before, of course since you’ve been friends for so long, but never with this little clothing on, and you are very aware of how much of his bare skin is touching yours.

“i didn’t mean to embarrass you, y/n. i just… i just got so angry thinking about you possibly doing anything with hayden. i don’t like him. he’s not good enough for you.”

“why would you even think i would do that though? you know im a virgin.”

the words shock rafe, and you can physically feel him tense up. you pick up your head to look at him, brows furrowed together.

“i-i didn’t know that.” rafe just assumed you lost it to one of your short term boyfriends.

“no… no i would have told you, rafey. you’re my best friend, i… you told me when you lost yours.” you remind rafe of when he was 16 years old and had sex for the first time, calling you only an hour after to confide in you, partly hoping you would get jealous.

“i thought you knew that i wouldn’t want to hear about you sleeping with someone. i guess i just figured you kept it to yourself for my sake.” rafe doesn’t realize the implication of his words as they flow from between his lips.

“why would i?- wait… you like me?” you blink up at him.

rafe pauses. now is as good as time as any, especially with the growing threat of hayden and other guys who aren’t scared of rafe potentially taking you away from him. “yes. i love you. i think i’ve loved you since first grade.” “holy shit, you asshole!” you shout, and it’s not the reaction rafe was expecting as he tenses, waiting for you to run off, or get mad, but instead your shout turns into a laugh, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner!” and then your lips are on his, finally feeling the perfect meld of your mouths together as rafe quickly snaps into action, his lips moving against yours as he cups your face.

“i love you too, in case it wasn’t obvious.” you whisper against his mouth before resuming the kiss.

“thank fuck, i was ready to murder hayden just because i thought you liked him.” rafe laughs, tugging on your waist to bring your bodies even closer together, leaving his large hand resting against your bare back.

“pshht.” you shake your head. “he’s not even half the man you are.” 

“holy shit, i love you.” rafe repeats, taking you in for another kiss.

“my friends are never gonna believe that we finally got together.” you giggle. “i think they’ve all placed bets.”

“your friends?” rafe shakes his head. “baby, i think even our parents have.”

“i… i’m really happy we admitted are feelings.” you say shyly, a blush covering your cheeks as you look down, breaking eye contact. “everyone told me that you liked me too but i was too nervous to ruin what we had.”

“hey, it’s okay.” rafe says softly. “we have forever this way.”

you feel tears well up in your eyes again as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head into his bare chest.

“gosh, i can’t wait to go tell everyone.” you admit with a giggle.

“yeah? wanna go get in the water too?” rafe asks, unsure if your friends waiting for your argument to be over to swim.

“hell yeah.” you slide off the bed, rafe taking a minute to check out your body, not hiding his heated gaze as you catch him.

“holy shit, you are checking me out!” 

“duh, you’re my girl now.” rafe smirks, also getting off the bed, placing an arm around your shoulder. “gonna give you bruised knees for a different reason, baby.”

“wait, rafe-” you begin, suddenly not feeling like swimming anymore, but he pulls you out onto the deck, seeing all your friends sitting awkwardly on the sofas, waiting for whatever argument to be over with.

“don’t worry baby.” rafe drops his mouth to your ear, making sure your friends can’t hear. “we can talk about that virginity of yours later.” rafe doesn’t give you a second to respond, placing his fingers on your chin and tilting your head towards him to press a kiss to your lips to the chorus of all of your friends letting out woops and claps, along with shouts of “finally!”

“i told you!” tiffy shouts, holding her hand out towards stephanie. “you owe me 20 bucks!”

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[karinamariee]

hey. i have a request, even though i don’t know if they’re open yet.

Reader is daniel Craig’s daughter so reader and Drew meet at a party or something and they flirt you can add some smut if you want. (Please do) thank you in advance.

pairing: drew starkey x craig!reader

warnings: smut with basically no plot

authors note: this is genius, just a little short i was in a rush! and guys, request are open i just need to fix my account!!🫶🏽

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“hey, pretty.” was the only thing drew had to say before you were going to drop your draws. you had been ready for him for a long time. you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you could hide it. and you knew it was wrong because your daddy and drew worked together on a movie called queer.

you thought about it for a hard second. if you were going to have drew, you were going to have him in any way possible, and that’s why you’re here. legs bender on your tummy while drew eats you out like a fein. you loved the way he was licking just right that it had your pussy craving more of him. the way his tongue would dance in your folds made your toes curl.

“look at pretty girl now,” said drew when he pulled back. it was like your pussy had been saying his name when you had felt it pulsing when he pulled away. if he hadn’t flirted with you, you would have never been in this situation.

“hey, pretty,” said drew. “how’s my favorite girl doing?”

you bit your lip hard before saying, “i’m so good, drew!”

“you wanna show me some of your dance moves, baby?” he whispered in your ear, lips brushing against your ear.

“i don’t know how to dance, drew!” you giggled.

“let me teach you how to really dance.”

that’s why you’re here, and he is teaching you how to dance. right when he put his huge cock inside of you, you knew you would love this for the rest of your life.

[reachedrafe]

The Party

Summary : Drunk at a party, you almost hook up with Rafe Cameron, but when you accidentally confess you're a virgin, he stops, saying he wants your first time to be special. You get mad in the heat of the moment, your drunken self not understanding him. But the next morning, you thank him.

Warnings : alcohol, mention of virginity and Rafe being considerate!

The house was buzzing with energy, the beat of the music vibrating through the walls as people danced and laughed, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and you could feel the heat rising from the crowded living room where bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the rhythm.

You were on your third—or was it your fourth?—drink of the night, the liquid courage warming your insides as you made your way through the party. Your head felt light, and everything around you seemed to blur at the edges. You spotted Rafe Cameron across the room, leaning against the wall with that confident smirk that made your heart skip a beat every time you saw it. His eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.

Rafe was dangerous in all the ways that excited you. He was the kind of guy your friends warned you about, the kind that broke hearts and left you wanting more. But tonight, you didn’t care about any of that. Tonight, you wanted to feel something—anything—and Rafe seemed like the perfect way to do that.

You felt a surge of boldness wash over you as you walked up to him, swaying slightly as you reached out to touch his arm. “Hey, Rafe,” you said, your voice slightly slurred.

“Hey, yourself,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your dress clung to your curves. “Having fun?”

“Maybe,” you teased, leaning in closer. “But I think I could be having more fun.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your drunken flirtation. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

You didn’t need to say anything more. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Without a word, he took your hand and led you through the crowd, up the stairs to one of the empty bedrooms. Your heart raced with anticipation as he closed the door behind you, the noise from the party muffled as you found yourself alone with him.

Rafe’s hands were on you in an instant, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers trailed down your sides, sending shivers through your entire body. This was exactly what you wanted—to lose yourself in the moment, to forget everything else.

But as Rafe’s hands slid under your dress, your mind started to spin, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Rafe, I’m a virgin.”

Rafe froze, his lips stilling against your neck as the words registered. He pulled back slightly, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “What?”

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you realized what you’d just admitted. “I’m a virgin,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s fine, Rafe. I want this. I want you.”

He shook his head, stepping back from you, his expression unreadable. “No, not like this. I’m not gonna be your first when you’re drunk.”

“Rafe, please,” you pleaded, reaching for him again, but he gently pushed your hands away.

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone firm but soft. “You’ll hate me for it in the morning. I don’t want your first time to be something you regret.”

Frustration bubbled up inside you. “Why are you being like this? I thought this is what you wanted.”

“It is,” Rafe admitted, his voice strained. “But not like this. Not when you’re not fully here with me.”

You huffed in annoyance, feeling rejected and confused. “Fine,” you snapped, turning away from him. “Just leave then.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you one last time. “Get some rest, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.” With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

The morning after light streamed through the curtains, and you groaned as the pounding in your head made itself known. Slowly, the events of last night came back to you, and you felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you.

You found Rafe downstairs in the kitchen, sipping coffee as he leaned against the counter. He looked up when he heard you enter, his expression cautious.

“Hey,” you said, your voice a little hoarse.

“Hey,” he replied, his eyes searching yours. “How are you feeling?

“Like I got hit by a truck,” you admitted, rubbing your temples. “But, about last night...”

Rafe set his mug down and walked over to you, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit awkward but knowing you needed to say it. “Thank you, Rafe. For stopping. I was really mad at you last night, but you were right. I would’ve regretted it.”

Rafe smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve better than a drunken mistake. When it happens, I want it to be something you remember for the right reasons.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making you realize that maybe there was more to Rafe than you’d given him credit for.

“Maybe we could try again sometime,” you suggested, a shy smile playing on your lips. “When I’m sober.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I’d like that.”

As you rested your head against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that Rafe had been there for you, not just as the guy you wanted, but as someone who cared enough to wait for the right moment.

And maybe, just maybe, that moment would come sooner than you thought.

[simpyesthatsme]

I LIVE FOR THIS TYPE OF FICS AHEKSNSK

reader doing the ‘he’s the best big brother ever’ trend on bf!rafe <3 warnings none/rafe being salty in reader’s comments

Rafe’s gaze hovered over your figure, admiring as you shuffled around to adjust the phone positioned on the counter. You set the timer, stealing a glance in Rafe’s direction, who stood and observed like a lost puppy; unaware of what to do with himself. “I’ll start recording on three, please don’t say or do anything weird, okay? My account is done for if another post of mine gets flagged.”

“Alright baby, start it.” He assured, his statement not convincing whatsoever. You simply rolled your eyes, doing as he ordered, hurrying to press the record button. You straightened up, taking Rafe’s side as you fixed up your hair, instantly flashing the camera a smile when the blue line appeared on the screen. 

Rafe crossed his arms, brows knitting into a frown upon hearing your next words. “If you wanna get to him,” you started, suppressing your giggles as you addressed Rafe with your thumb, then back at your chest. “You’ll have to go through me first.” 

“What are you saying?” Rafe scoffed, slightly taken aback when you turned around, your arms filling the majority of the view. You reached for his face, cupping his cheeks in your hold as you forced his head down, until his eyes leveled with yours. 

Rafe instantly melted when you sweeped him in a kiss, arms naturally finding the curve of your waist, in an attempt to deepen the kiss. A groan of complaint bubbled out of his throat when you moved away, not giving him the satisfaction of getting what he wants, and instead turning back to the camera, with his hand loosely hugging your side. 

“He’s the best big brother ever!” You uttered between chuckles,  sensing the way Rafe stiffened from your side. 

“What the fuck?!” His eyes widened with shock, flashing you a look of disbelief, watching as you erupted into a fit of laughter, unable to maintain character at your boyfriend’s reaction. “Best what now? Delete that shit!” 

“Oh my–” you continue to giggle, amused by the hint of annoyance washing over Rafe’s expression. “You’re the best, I can't ask for a better brother figure–” 

“Enough with your bullshit, man!” He interrupted before you could further speak, aiming for the phone. “You and your stupid TikTok challenges.” 

“Wait, Rafe!” You snatched your phone from his hold, knowing the latter;  he was probably going to delete it. “I’m posting it, your reaction is funny.” 

“You’re not posting that!” He argued, groaning when he strived to take your phone, merely for you to dodge his hold. “C’mon baby, what if they actually think I’m your brother? You already have so many thirsty men in your comments.” 

“Relax, baby.” You rolled your eyes, embracing the boy in a hug, too engrossed by the video on your phone to spare him a glance. “It’s a trend, besides, who in their right mind kisses their brother?” 

Yeah, maybe you should’ve listened to your boyfriend. 

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andy6928h Let daddy take you out on a date

rafecameron Hop off her dick

alibabefaen Check your Dms for A surprise 👅

rafecameron This is not funny.

user6292936 Get rid of that twig hun 🌹 I will treat you so much better

rafecameron She is completely fine and content with me, therefore, she will NOT be needing you, thanks.

rafecameron Actually yk what f*ck you 🖕🏼

rafecameron Stop hitting on MY girl please and thanks. She is MINE.

a/n old trend ik... but this was too cute not to do :'(

[strangelysamantha]

Hiiii, can you make an imagine where reader is plus size and rafe is her bf? Plsssss and thank you

promise ❀

rafe cameron x fem!plus!reader.

warnings: use of the name baby.

summary: with matching halloween pajamas, you and your boyfriend are ready for some spooky movies.

request? yes!

a/n: cute little story for you guys. like and reblog if you enjoyed. my asks are open, and i have many other rafe stories in my masterlist, which is pinned on my account!

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“did you pick what movie you wanted to watch?” rafe joins you on the couch, slipping his arm around your shoulder as he cuddled into your side. he sets a bowl of popcorn on your lap, before reaching over to grab a handful. you lift your legs onto his lap, holding the bowl. you struggle to pick a movie. the two of you wore matching halloween pajamas, and you had fluffy socks. “i don’t know. i kind of want you to decide.” he groans throwing his head back dramatically. “you always make me choose the movie.” you roll your eyes, “it’s not my fault you always choose the perfect movie.” he smirks at the compliment, “alright baby, let’s see what i can find.” he opens up hbo max, settling on corpse bride. you smile, “see, this is why you choose.”

the movie starts up, and the two of you sit peacefully as it plays. he rubs the soft material on your thigh. his attention is focused on the screen, but you couldn't help but glance at him every couple of scenes. he ends up catching you staring at him and he grins. "baby?" he cocks an eyebrow at you, and you bite your lip. "you're just really handsome."

"you are too sweet." he leans in for a kiss, his hand cupping your cheek. he places a soft kiss on your nose. "i was going to wait, but i feel like now is a good time." you question what his motives were but allowed him to continue. "i really care about you, more than i have for anyone before." you smile at his words, leaning closer to him. "i don't want to lose you." he sits up slightly, grabbing a small box from his pajama pants. "i bought us promise rings. will you wear one for me?" your shocked by the present, and your eyes soften. "of course, rafe, i'd love too." he opens the box placing the ring on you, and then you grab the ring for him and place it on his finger. "i love you so much rafe." he pulls you into a passionate kiss, "i love you so much more, baby." the two of you snuggle closer together, enjoying the movie.