#incel!rafe

[ibelongtoohim]

INCEL!RAFE

warnings : mysogony, anger issues, reader is treated like shit, rafe is just gross, he's a gooner 2 , idk what else.

notes : i want to slap tf out of him then give him head.

plz let me know if you want more of him !

INCEL!RAFE WHO found out about reader through a discord server dedicated to gooning

INCEL!RAFE WHO is constantly told to manage his anger but claims his outbursts are normal

INCEL!RAFE WHO has never had an irl girlfriend

INCEL!RAFE WHO stinks of sweat

INCEL!RAFE WHO's main hobbies are gaming and gooning to ig models

INCEL!RAFE WHO hasn't developed his emotional intelligence since 7th grade

INCEL!RAFE WHO's main diet consists of monster and his vape

INCEL!RAFE WHO has serious anger issues

INCEL!RAFE WHO treats everyone as if he's superior (especially women)

INCEL!RAFE WHO is a sweat at COD

INCEL!RAFE WHO takes all of his anger out on you

INCEL!RAFE WHO shows you off to his incel friends on discord 24/7

INCEL!RAFE WHO makes you give him head whilst he's playing

INCEL!RAFE WHO makes you get him food alllll the time

INCEL!RAFE WHO is possessive and freakishly controlling (obv because he's insecure)

INCEL!RAFE WHO now sends pics of you guys together to that gooning server

INCEL!RAFE WHO is a streamer mainly clipped for his skills and his crash outs

INCEL!RAFE WHO secretly loves to be babied when he's upset about his games

INCEL!RAFE WHO makes you sit on his lap when he's gaming

INCEL!RAFE WHO grows to love you despite only wanting you for show at first.

[soangelbaby]

˗ˏˋ now introducing . . . incel!rafe ˎˊ˗

daddy’s money superiority complex a full time red-flag

he’s not just heartbroken he’s hateful he’s misogynistic .ᐟ

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . watches porn religiously. claiming he hates it, claiming all the girls in them are ‘fake whores’ and ‘that’s what they deserve’ — and it never fully satisfies him. but still he does it again. and again. and again. it’s his twisted therapy. and he never finishes to the regular stuff — only to scenarios where the girl is being degraded, begging, crying. he searches for girls who look like you, a little too pretty and too soft, getting the worse shit done to them. sick nasty videos that would get him put on a list, like ‘girl crying during sex’ ‘forced orgasm compilations’ or ‘blackmail porn’ he knows it’s wrong, but it’s never enough to stop.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has an obsession with purity. it’s dark and dangerous, he sees women who experience any type of sexual freedom as ‘threats’ if they dont fit into his narrow view of what a woman should be. he’s disgusted by them for not catering to his desires or for having autonomy over their own bodies. he wants women who are innocent, untouched, and under his control — his way of proving he’s the one in charge. but the hypocrisy is glaring. while he condemns women for their sexuality, he’s consumed by fantasies of dominating, ruining, breaking them down, and making them submit to his twisted will.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has no sympathy for women. when he “loves” a woman, he might tell her that no one else will ever love her like he does—playing the long-suffering martyr, claiming that he’s the only one who truly understands her. but the love he offers is never pure. he’ll constantly tear her down, calling her worthless, stupid, or fat, all while claiming it’s for her own good. if she gets upset, he’ll accuse her of being “too sensitive” or “overreacting,” further alienating her. if a woman cries, gets upset, or expresses hurt, he finds it pathetic. he might mock her, call her weak, and tell her she’s just “looking for attention” when she’s truly in distress. his inability to comprehend or care about a woman’s emotional well-being only deepens his hatred for them.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . uses sex as power. he doesn’t believe in mutual consent, he believes in ownership and if he wants something he takes it. he might try to guilt or manipulate a woman into sex, telling her that if she “really loved him,” she’d give in. if she says no, he twists it into a game of control, making her feel like she’s the one in the wrong for denying him. his need to dominate extends to every interaction, including sex, where he treats it like a conquest, not an intimate exchange.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has a fragile ego. when a woman shows she doesn’t need him, it triggers something deep inside him. he can’t stand it. he feels entitled to every woman’s attention, and when that attention isn’t directed at him, it makes him feel worthless. he’ll hide it behind a mask of false confidence, but internally, he’s seething. it’s like a personal affront to his existence, and he can’t stand it. instead, he’ll find ways to undermine her; through force, threats, or sabotage, even make her doubt herself, or try to control her until she becomes dependent on him.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . craves humiliation. there’s a deeply destructive side to him, when he’s alone — he watches porn that makes him feel sick and helpless. it’s the only time he can let go of his need for control and let the chaos wash over him. but it’s also a form of self-punishment. he knows he’s toxic, and part of him wants to be punished for it. he’s caught between wanting to control and wanting to be controlled, and he’s too deep in the spiral to break free.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . knows he’s a monster. part of him, the deepest part, has moments of clarity. when the high from his toxic behavior fades, he’s left with the aftermath—his reflection staring back at him, judging him. there are flashes of guilt, self-awareness, where he recognizes that what he’s doing is wrong. but instead of taking responsibility, he doubles down, justifying his actions, telling himself he can’t help it. he’s too far gone to fix himself, and that thought terrifies him.

[futuremrscameron]

rafes top artist is secretly taylor swift idc he streams bad blood everyday

she's his #6 artist cause he was streaming bad blood a lot s2. she didn't make the cut cause he was mostly listening to incel music

[venusdotcomm]

fuck-up

noun vulgar slang

noun: fuck-up; plural noun: fuck-ups; noun: fuckup; plural noun: fuckups

• a mess or muddle.

a person who has a tendency to make a mess of things.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ content index; i was very inebriated writing this. s1 rafe cameron x cam girl reader, masturbation, porn sites, mentions of cocaine & weed.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ 𝓥: i know i abandoned this blog but i'm back (cue the crickets.) i don't even know if this fandom is active on here? if it is, hello there. if not, let this fade into obscurity. it's not proofread either saurrr....sorry <3

rafe cameron is a certified, class a fuck-up.

it's not like he knew this is how people thought of him. no one's ever said it to his face— not yet anyhow. but, he just knew.

yknow?

it was somethin' about how people looked at him, right?

the long hidden stares of sheer, colossal disappointment from kooks, pouges, and tourons alike. the eyes were the windows to the thoughts weren't they? he could see it, he could fuckin' see it, he knew he could.

but then again, that's sorta the effect being blitzed out of his mind on blow had. the whole hallucination thing during the comedown wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world— but god did it make him feel so. fucking. good.

the high of it all. the way it made his heart race and his fingers feel tingly.

it was sorta the same thing with you, now that he thought about it. you were his nose candy personified and wrapped up in pretty lingerie, he fuckin' loved it.

he found you on accident— yes on accident, and he swears on it alright? rafe cameron wasn't some dirty fleabagged incel okay? he had fuckin' class.

but he just— he happened to see an ad for a specific site with a specific pretty lady plastered on the front and boy, did rafe like pretty things.

now here he was.

locked in his room, long legs spread out awfully wide across his bed with his eyes focused on the laptop screen like his life depended on it. he just wanted to unwind, okay? to just chill the fuck out, smoke a joint, hotbox his room a lil. that was the plan...

but something about sativa man, it always made him sensitive. he found that out at a party when a girl in— too short of a skirt if you asked him, brushed past him so she could cut into the kitchen. something about the friction...jesus. he had never been harder.

that was sorta the problem now, and all he did was brush his hand down his shirt to smooth out a wrinkle. he always did get carried away didn't he? but that was later rafe's problem.

now rafe just wanted to cum, the tent in his shorts pretty much gave that away with how his cock strained against his boxers. the only thing soothing his impatience as he hastily logged into his account was the way his hand palmed at his aching hard-on. faint moans and sighs leaving him as his eyes flickered shut, then open, then shut again while he scoured the favorites tab just to find you.

he only had a few girls on there...again, rafe cameron had class. he had specific tastes and preferences and good god did you meet them all. if he were a lesser man he would've cum the second he saw you were already online and live.

but, he didn't, okay? he has class, remember? he wasn't even the 'pay for pussy' type. not usually...but interacting with ladies was a hit or miss sorta deal— and that wasn't to say he never hit, he could spit game if it came down to it...but girls weren't necessarily a fan of the whole...cokehead...deal, so there's that...

either way, he was glad he had you to turn to when the going got tough. there was nothing like the sound of you fucking yourself dumb on a dildo to ease his mind. the sloppy sounds of moaning and— panting, and whining like you couldn't take it. rafe knew that was a damn lie, he's seen enough of your content to know that, and he'd bet cold hard cash that you'd take him like the goddamn angel you are, lord knows he's got plenty of it to spare. perks of being a cameron, am i right?

he'd empty his fuckin' pockets just to see you bent over his bed, taking his cock like the good little slut you are. just the idea of it, it made his eyes roll back while his hips snapped upward again, and again, and again. his hand forming a tight fist for his cock to slam into— about as tight as he imagines you to be.

sometimes he wonders if you're a swallower or not, he knows he'd pay you $100 extra just to see you do it though. sue him. he had desires.

desires to see you spread out pretty for him while he thrusts into you all disorganized and reckless. desires to see your lips wrapped around his cock the same way they're wrapped around that dildo you seemed to love so much.

desires to—

“holy— fffuckk yes-”

the sound came out louder than he truly wanted or expected to, and he hopes rose pays it no mind, as thick ropes of white coated his abdomen and knuckles while his body shuddered and his heels dug into his mattress.

he was just so out of it...he just couldn't help himself. he just couldn't think straight. maybe he won't ask barry for the strongest shit he had next time...or maybe he will. who knows?

what he did know though, was that you were getting a nice, fat $300 tip as a thank you for your services. even if you weren't wearing the heart shaped leather garters he loved so much,

all was forgiven whenever it came to you.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ 𝓥: if you stayed till the end of this shit show, thank you.

[itrainswhenurhere]

party 4 you frat!rafe x sorority!reader

18+ mature (emetophobia warning aswell queens)

mlist

a/n: part 2 here this is my first time writing for rafe x reader so lmk how i’m doing! no one likes when i write ship fics and they get like 20 notes so yeah ill just kms then idm😊😊 also i know nothing about frats or sororities alsooo… series???

the party was loud. you could practically hear the inevitable ringing echoing through your ears all of tomorrow and maybe the day after.

the speaker in the living room blasted all around the house like an inescapable torture. the smell of sweat and sex radiated every surface of delta chi.

god you wanted to go home.

you navigate through the crowd, shoving the occasional frat boy and shouting a “watch it.” at anyone who backed up into you.

the red, blue and green lights bounced off the walls and bodies clung and and jumped to eachother like it was the only thing keeping them alive.

this was bullshit. everyone here was ugly or annoying or a creep or all of the above. sarah, your sorority sister had promised you that there would be someone that lived up to your standards here. yeah right. the incels in here will do just fine sarah.

to be fair to them, no one throws a party like delta chi do, or, their president does. it’s by far the most lively of all the weekends you waste away at these events.

“babeeee,” you hear someone squeal from behind you once you finally make your way to the kitchen.

“do you uhh, know where the 4 lokos are at? sarah took the punch away from me.”

you turn to look and of course it’s hanna. she had probably hooked up with about 3 people tonight and vomited atleast twice, based on her breath.

“i think,” you start, shouting over the music, placing two grounding hands on her shoulders. “maybe we should get you home girl.”

the words come out slightly slurred and not entirely believable, but you try and act as sober as possible so sarah doesn’t appear out of nowhere and take your own red solo cup.

“also we’re not in middle school han, no one drinks 4 lokos anymore.” you laugh shout in the girls ear.

hanna laughs back at you as obnoxiously as possible, now leaning into your straightened arms for support.

“i’m going…. up- upstairs.” she hiccups out as her laugh turns to a pained expression, which safe to say, are from the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed tonight.

“yesss!!!” you scream excitedly at her. “i can’t hear my own fucking thinking.”

“same, jesus im fucking dying.” she groans dramatically.

you grab a cheap beer from the kitchen, and with hanna stumbling behind you, you make your way upstairs fairly easily, apart from the sticky pit of people crammed into the main room.

the sounds from downstairs are definitely fainter, although chaos ensues one floor or another. there are people in the hallways making out slowly and the distracting thumping of a headboard ringing from some room or another.

jesus this house is huge. you think to yourself. you decide there must be somewhere here to relax for a little bit and wallow in the fact that no one here radiates sex worthy energy instead of ‘in need of anti-persperant deodorant.’

after many, many, walks in on people doing indescribable things to eachother, you find an empty room.

you throw yourself onto the bed and rub the heels of your hands over your eyes, caught up in the shapes and colour patterns under your eyelids when you rub hard enough.

“i’m gonna be sick, again.” hanna groans as loud as she did over the ear bleeding bass music, sounding- somehow, even more dramatic now.

you sit up on the edge of the bed and determine wether or not she just wants something to complain about.

sure enough, hanna’s face, streaked with running mascara- is sickly pale. she gags on air and you can see the exact moment she feels it in her throat.

“go to the- um- fucking bathroom then.” you blurt out, standing quickly, not used to hanna actually living up to her dramatics.

luckily, there’s an en-suite in whatever bedroom you and her have landed in, which she sprints to and kneels down just in time for the vomit to spew out her mouth.

you’re standing at the door, wincing like the whole ordeal is paining you yourself, unsure of what to do with your hands as the brunette now holds herself up by the seat of toilet.

she groans again,quieter but slightly more pained this time.

“bitch, if i’m not in my bed in the next ten minutes, i’m going downstairs and unplugging that fucking speaker myself.”

you resist the urge to snort out a laugh at her again, because you know for a fact within ten minutes, hanna will be begging to go back to the dance floor.

“yep.” you say, eyes darting around for something that will help her at this moment.

“y’know, it hurts like, more, everytime…” she says like it’s some kind of revelation. you’re opening up bottoms drawers and cabinets in the bathroom now, trying to find hanna some kind of relief.

you open the top cabinet and find three paracetamol that probably won’t do the job, but you figure anything is better than nothing.

the door of the bedroom you had forgotten to lock opens and you almost immediately assume it’s some wasted couple who haven’t noticed the two of you yet.

when you turn around and find sarah walking at a surprisingly stable pace towards you. you almost jump in relief.

“oh my god, you might actually be my saviour.” you clasp your hands at her and nod your head to where hanna is now sitting against the drawers below the sink.

sarah is the president of your sorority, and she never fails to save all of your asses when things like this happen.

“do not thank me right now, i just walked in on like five different naked couples.” she shakes herself off, trying to forget the images in her head as she leans down toward hanna.

“what the actual fuck,” she pauses, shaking her head in worried amusement. “could you have possibly had to drink?” she snorts lovingly at her.

“how did it get worse after i took your drink off you??”

you’re now leaning against the door, shrugging sluggishly at sarah. “you are soooo lucky i called us a ride when i first got it off you.”

“kill yourself sarah, oh my god i’m literally dying here.” hanna shakes her head at the floor, huffing, clearly okay again if she has the ability to restart crying wolf.

“topper will be here in five, let’s get you up.” she grabs the girls hand and hoists her up, holding her up by the armpits, both of them in hysterics again as they stumble over feet.

after you both walk hanna outside- arms over you and sarah’s shoulders, while you all giggle profusely at eachother, you decide to be the one who has to go in and get hanna’s discarded phone from the kitchen (hanna coughing like she’s diseased and sarah patting her back.)

you pad through the rooms- heels clicking (though not even nearly heard over all the screaming and terrible squeaky music.)

when you finally reach the kitchen, you have to pry the phone out of two drunk guys’ careless hands. you think they were planning on stealing it before you turn the phone around see the couple hundred selfies they’d taken, now uploaded to hannas icloud.

you fiddle with the phone, making sure it’s not been cracked or opened somehow, when the taller of the men reach down to grab it back from you.

“hey.” a voice booms through the all the other sound around the house.

you follow the voice and your eyes land on the tall, maybe 6,3, muscular, mousy haired source- who is staring daggers into the boy who’s hand is frozen in the air, half extended, previously ready to force the phone out of your hands.

both of the men mutter a ‘whatever’ under their breaths, clearly feigning nonchalance at the man while simultaneously speed walking out of the room, pushing into the main crowd.

“sorry about them, they’re fucking gone, seriously.” his piercing blue eyes, highlighted by the green light shining along the side of them, bore into you.

“uh, yeah,” you pause to try and work out who this man is and why you haven’t seen him before, brain still slightly sluggish from the alcohol. “i noticed.”

he too, takes a second to seemingly take you in. “hey, i’m rafe” he shouts over the music, tone strikingly different from the way he had spoken to those boys, not that you would notice, his voice commands enough respect that has a way of making everything else go still.

it takes a second for your brain to catch on to the familiarity of his name. rafe. hm. rafe? oh my god. rafe.

sarah’s old brother. the president of delta chi, who you had heard so much about, yet somehow, never seen. according to your sister, cecily, he’s never seen at his parties because he’s upstairs fucking any girl he lays his eyes on.

your eyes clearly match your surprise, and he clocks instantly that you now recognise him. he’s heard about you, obviously. every single man here has been trying their luck with you all night. and every other night that you float into their vision.

he also clearly clocks that the phone you’re retrieving isn’t yours, looking down at cracked, pink, iphone 13 already safely in your hand.

“that your friends?” he snaps you out of your daze.

“oh, yeah, you know hanna? she’s outside with sarah, toppers getting them.”

disapproval flashes over his face at the mention of toppers name. “seriously, sarah’s still going out with that, jesus.”

“hey!! they’re in love!” you slur over your words again, in a way that makes him raise his eyebrows, but he doesn’t comment.

“come on, i’ll walk you out, so you can give that to your friend.”

“oh no, that’s fine, i’m going with them anyways.” you shout as he turns you by your shoulders out pushes you gently by the small of your back out of the kitchen.

he parts the crowd as he walks by, in a way that makes you want to huff, scoff and promptly undress.

he doesn’t seem to pay any mind to your comment about you going with his sister, and your not sure if it’s because he doesn’t care, or if he has other plans.

once you free yourself from the sweating confines of the frat, you breath in the fresh air and slightly quieter night.

you spot hanna and sarah still sitting on the curb of the pavement, hugging eachother for warmth.

before you can shout that you’ve found the phone. rafe grabs your arm and is now able to audibly whisper in your ear.

“you’ll come to my room when they leave, i can help you get home afterwards?” which he phrases as a question, but it’s not.

shivers run visibly down your spine when you finally realise what he’s implying, and you shudder from what could be passed off as the cold air.

before you can ask him which room and where it is, he turns on his heel and disappears back into the crowd of moving bodies.

you stand frozen for about ten seconds before sarah turns around and waves you over.

toppers car is now parked infront of them and hanna has already moved into the backseat with help from sarah.

you walk at a fast pace over to the blonde and place the phone-as firmly as your drunk body can, in her hand.

“umm hey, so i think im gonna stay for a bit longer, like, carly just said she’d drop me off later, i met her in the hall and- you know.” you speak, quicker than normally, wondering where all this enthusiasm is coming from.

sarahs slightly tipsy mind contemplates for a second before she decides, “okay girl!! have fun, don’t get too dicked down!!!” she squeals at the end, clearly not picking up on your obvious tone.

“bye guysss.” you wave off at the car as sarah gets in and topper offers a polite nod before driving away.

the small trip upstairs is agonizing, you spend the entire time wondering what rafe had meant, i mean, he barely knew you, you thought.

still, your thoughts started shifting to between your legs as you start opening and shutting doors when the people inside the room shout profanities at you for opening it.

you imagine what he had done to those girls, for them to speak about him likes he had hung the moon and stars.

you imagine him doing whatever that may be, to you.

would he push your head down and have you on your knees?

would he worship you until you were begging him to stop?

would he go slow and deep or would he fuck you like his life depends on it?

as that thought crosses your mind, you decide to try your luck on the room you and sarah had previously scooped hanna up from.

when the door clicks open, you’re not met with scandalised eyes trying to cover themselves, or even the couples who are so drunk that they don’t even notice the clicking noise.

you’re met with rafe. he’s fixing a shirt on what you now know is his chest of drawers. his king sized bed. his en-suite. his so very frat boy decor. his everything.

“hey angel.” he greets, looking up as you shut his door and click the lock over.

“um, hi.” he moves calculatedly over to your place infront of the door and collides his face with yours.

before you even have time to question him, ask him what he’s doing, why he didn’t go for someone else at the start of the party, or even if he had gone to someone else, you’re kissing him back.

he starts slow, but the second your tongue brushes along his lower lip, he freezes for a second, malfunctioning, before gripping your chin and hold you in place to deepen the kiss.

it’s messy. really messy. probably thanks to you, your spit was already all over his chin from occasionally missing him mouth and licking at his face, although he seems to return it with the same fervour, gripping over your dress and digging his nails over your ass.

he turns you and starts moving you towards his bed, now his go to lick into everywhere he can possibly reach, as fast as possible.

he sits in the edge of the bed and pulls you down with him, gasping and catching his breath already.

your legs are on either side of his hips and he groans a cry of pleasure when your press down onto his hard cock.

“jesus fuck.” he pants along your neck when you continue to rock up and down onto him, his jeans occasionally snagging over your wanting clit.

the thought crosses your mind that sarah would probably be so happy to see you finally picking someone to get laid by, but not as happy that you’re about to fuck her brother.

before you can stop yourself, you let out a slightly rude laugh into shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

he pulls away from your neck and looks up at you quizzically.

“uh, what was that?” he questions. “i was just giggling, chill.” you state, suppressing another laugh at picturing sarah’s face when she finds out.

“are you serious, that was not a giggle. you full on laughed.” he stares like he’s connecting pieces of a puzzle on your face, which from this angle only makes him more appealing.

after a beat. “how much have you had to drink?”

the question catches you slightly off guard, whatever was in those red cups were clearly catching up to you now.

“well, not a lot, i mean, obviously i pregamed though.” you nod at him as if to say ‘duh.’

“your friend said you weren’t drunk.”

a look of confusion passes over your face “huh, when did you talk to my friends?” you say, now very confused.

“like maybe half an hour ago, hanna, anna, maybe?” he studies you once again, still slightly wearing that smirk.

“ohhhh, yeah. that makes sense. i’m like, dry january sober compared to hanna either way.” you laugh at your own joke.

you shift slightly and his still very obvious erection presses back onto your clit. you completely forget all about sarah and attempt to grind down on him again.

he grabs your hips and holds them in place firmly, leaving no room for argument, even though it looks like it physically pains him to stop you, and he has to shut his eyes.

“look, not tonight.” he speaks, looking up at you again, pupils blown out from the previous adrenaline.

you visibly pout at him in a way that no one would catch you dead doing sober.

before you even have time to wonder why he won’t just fuck you, why he won’t just do what he seems to do with every other girl, he’s lifting you up like he’s going to move you off him before she shifts his own legs and this time, places you between one of his thighs.

“you’re not gonna fuck me?” you ask, still not fully sure of what he’s trying to do.

“no, you can do it yourself, i’ve been waiting for a while to talk to you, i’ll wait a night more.” he watches the realisation dawn on your face at what he’s asking you to do, a mix of shock and desperate, desperate arousal.

the way he speaks, hard and cold, but also excessively cocky and egotistical, has you moving all of your weight onto his singular leg.

“there you go.” he looks rough. still not cracking a full emotion, but now extremely sharp around the edges, still heavy breathing.

he’s going to watch you get off on his thigh. it turns you on so much that you almost moan before the first movement of your hips, but when you feel the way his muscles tense under you, just for your pleasure, you don’t hold back.

he’s now playing with your ass, hands under your underwear, as you rock yourself back and forth on the denim on his leg.

your mouth is strung open and your eyes are squeezed shut as you feel yourself getting close embarrassingly quick.

rafe is peppering sloppy wet kisses over your neck and down past your collarbone, moaning almost as loud as you when he sees his brand new jeans completely ruined by the slick dripping out of you and onto him with every movement.

“yeah that’s it, feels good doesn’t it?” he strains, physically holding himself back from flipping you onto your stomach and having you exactly how he wants you.

“mhm, yes.” you reply over a whimper you didn’t think you had in you. the pressure is so close to snapping inside you that all that leaves your mouth is strings of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ when he asks you if you want to cum.

he reaches down to where you’re now desperately humping his leg and slides your underwear to the side, hearing the pathetic cry that leaves your mouth in response.

“fuck, oh my god, please please-” it all snaps when he pulls you back by your ass and viciously pushes you back onto his flexing leg.

your mouth opens wider than before- if possible, nothing coming out for a few seconds before a needy, whorish whine leaves you and you’re panting into the crook of his neck, still riding your high- with his help and biting into the flesh of his shoulder.

he gives you a good minute of helping you slow down the drag across his thigh, which is now soaked to the point that he can feel you seeping through to his bare skin.

he lifts your chin up so you can properly hear what he’s about to say.

he almost stutters when he sees you, still panting, mouth wide open and pliant, hair a mess. but he doesn’t.

“come around tomorrow.” which exploits a soft ‘mhm’ from your sore throat, nodding up at him, now completely putty in his hands.

“did that feel good?” he whispers, leaning into your ear when you nod again in approval.

“imagine what i can do with my cock.”

[imkissingjj]

DREAMY!READER

a dreamer, a princess...a fanfic writer?

dreamy!reader, the girl who lies in her panties and big t-shirts during the night, writing the most cunt wetting, salivating fan-fiction for her audience. always writing smut (she's can't help it), and it's always including kinks or fetishes that she wants to try or already likes. including, but not limited to: mirror sex (she's self obsessed), praise, spanking (jj slapped her ass once, and she's been craving it ever since),oral fixation.

dreamy!reader, a girl's girl who doesn't mind dominance, but does not write anything incel-esqe. she loves stories about men who love their women, not the men who think less of them. so, of course she's a girl who loves soft rafe headcanons; the kind of headcanons where he'll fuck the shit out of you, have you begging, and then clean you up right after while calling you princess. (also dabbles in a bit of frat!rafe)

dreamy!reader who in the obx universe is neither a pogue or kook—she hates the labels—but would definitely be more of a..."good" kook. think of sarah. even if she liked or tolerated rafe, she's not going to put up with any bullshit he gives her, and 100% demands her respect. doesn't matter that she lies awake at night thinking of him stretching her open, pink bullet vibrator in hand as she's teasing herself and whispering his name; if he doesn't act right, he won't get the chance to do so.

dreamy!reader is the girl who loves everything pink, always looks for the most aesthetic username and follows a theme at all times. smells of vanilla and all things bakery, and has always been the "weird pretty girl." spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and always finding a way to turn something into a smut idea; songs she listens to, movies she watches, anything can be a smut idea in her eyes. often when writing, she typically listens to music artists like doja cat or the weeknd to put her in the mood.

dreamy!reader experiencing the most cheek warming teasing ever once anyone finds out she writes smut about rafe (or even jj).

canonically, if it's sarah, sarah gags almost uncontrollably. "are you seriously writing about fucking my brother?", "…maybe...", "you know he tried to drown me before, right?", "which is why you leave it to me to fix him," and she truly believes she will.

though, jj might also find out about reader writing smut about him, and the world wouldn't be large enough to handle all his ego at once. "i knew you were obsessed with me," "umm, obsessed is a strong word jj," "well, what do you call writing about me calling you 'pretty girl' and eating you out until you're dripping down my chin?", "manifestation...duh."

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: the way this was loosely (heavily) based on myself 🤧

[rafesplaymate]

Rafe gives that one Patrick Bateman scene where he’s doing it and flexes in the mirror, especially like s1 frat rafe. thought I’d share

like actually let’s talk about it.

rafe is lowkey (highkey) on red-pill media … he loves all that ‘alpha male’ bs and unironically stans patrick bateman and tyler durden. watches ‘sigma’ edits on the low. in fact he has posters of them in his room —he also has his own bateman monologue. like just the way he handles women and people in general he is DEFINITELY a bateman stan.

firm believe he’s a film buff in an incel way. he sees jj as his paul allen.

thinking about red pill rafe meeting divine feminine reader hello??? she would humble him so hard… or he would brainwash and trad wife her.

[cameronsbabydoll]

ceo!reader x incel!younger!assistant!rafe

[yagirlwrites]

I try so hard not to judge ppl and their kinks but... incel kink? I can't keep seeing this shit take me off the planet 🛸

[rafaelfaggotcameron]

ive realised that the reason why it feels so awkward whenever i think about incel rafe in a sexual context is bcs he's already misogynstic and awful to women and making him an incel just subverts him into school shooter paranoia not gross gooner twitter account admin.

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

💌cel's current faves!

here's a list of my fav fics i've read on here to give all my babies the props they deserve. it'll be constantly updated. literally check out any user tagged because they're all so so good. pls remember that likes are cute and all but many artists need reblogs and interaction, it motivates your writers to keep writing!!!

if i incorrectly tagged or titled your writing pls message me!

last updated : 4/28/25

| ⭐️ - 18+ | 📱 - smau |

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💌rafe cameron:

series:

◦  "home for the holidays" by @whytheylosttheirminds ⭐️

◦  "OFF LIMITS" by @whorelaud ⭐️📱

◦  "on the run" by @cxrrodedcoffin ⭐️

◦  "lovely kook!reader x rafe x jj" by @archiveofvirtue ⭐️

◦ "it's complicated" by @asapstarkey ⭐️

◦ "loved you first" by @sincere1ystar

◦ "Love Island" by @drewsephrry ⭐️

◦ "Paradise…War Zone" by @lalaloopsieparty 📱

◦ "GIRLS JUST WANNA DANCE" by @misspossesive 📱

◦  "WRONG NUMBER, LOSER" by @whorelaud 📱

◦  "incel!rafe" by @soangelbaby ⭐️

oneshots:

◦ "late night needs" by @fictionalmenxyn ⭐️

◦ "pre-award show ride" by @angelicblondie ⭐️

◦ "clingy" by @seasprincess

◦ "daddy's home" by @bloodibambiidoll ⭐️

◦ "being ceo!rafe's assistant" by @loverafey ⭐️

◦ "need you" by @fakebwitch ⭐️

◦ "older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?" by @rafey-baby ⭐️

◦ "loved you first" by @sincere1ystar

◦ "juno girl⋆₊˚⊹♡" by @moonlightrafe

◦ "panties to the side" by @anqelrafe ⭐️

◦ "fashion killa" by @starkeysbunny

◦ "what are friends for?" by @cherrygirlfriend ⭐️

◦ "in this together" by @lizziesangel

◦ "rafe x needy reader" by @artemisiasmuse ⭐️

◦ "crybaby" by @iiluvtaylorrussell

◦ "belly bulge ‧₊˚ ⋅ ﹒˃" by @issues4him ⭐️

◦ "TREAT ME ROUGH, TREAT ME REALLY NICELY!" by @blackdollette ⭐️

◦ "𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞" by @personapeters

◦ "AITA..." by @cremeful⭐️

◦ "─ FIRST TIME ♥︎" by @cherrygirlfriend⭐️

◦ "P୨୧RNSTAR" by @sangwookisser⭐️

◦ "sweet like sin" by @babyangeldex⭐️

drabbles:

◦ "rafe hates when you buy things without using his card" by @er1nne

◦ "juno" by @rafeyscurtainbangs

◦ "brothers best friend! rafe" by @stvolanis

◦ "love me." by @dolcekissy ⭐️

◦ "bestie boo." by @dolcekissy ⭐️

◦ "perv!manipulator!frat!rafe that's obsessed w topper's dumb gf" by @simpforboys

◦ "PUT A ROCK ON HER HAND!!" by @slvbun ⭐️

◦ "rafe loves your obsession with his hands" by @velvrei ⭐️

◦ "s1 rafe’s obsession with you calling him ‘ray’" by @lolitadrew ⭐️

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💌drew starkey:

series:

◦  "bsf's (or more) with drew starkey" by @gibson-g1rl 📱

drabbles:

◦ "juno girl⋆₊˚⊹♡" by @moonlightrafe

◦ "posting bf¡drew to ‘dandelion’" by @urcoolgf ⭐️

◦ "call her daddy’" by @urcoolgf ⭐️

[ibelongtoohim]

AVERAGE EVENING WITH INCEL!RAFE

warnings: anger issues, misogyny,

a/n: i'm backkkkk

YOU sat on your bf's bed and watched hauls on youtube to waste time whilst he streamed. Your airpods were connected (like rafe always makes you do-so that you don't distract him.) but you could still hear him screaming at his computer.

He was raging, as always, but today seemed to be worse than others. You looked at him. His face burning red and his veins were on the verge of popping out. He had quite a large following (around 400k on twich) and a lot of people thought his outbursts were for show but it upsets you knowing that he genuinely cannot control his anger and is oblivious to it.

"FUCK." Rafe sprung up to his feet and repeatedly jammed his fist into his desk table. "hey rafe, i think you need to take a break for tonight-" you suggested, you were now next to him, trying to calm him down. "y/n shut the fuck up." he warned. You didn't want to get into it tonight; "okay baby, can you at least hop off stream for me?" you asked whilst rubbing his chest. " I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMB SLUT."

You could clearly see that he didn't meant what he was saying but he wasn't going to look like your bitch with over 100k people watching. You stared deep into his eyes as he rambled on about how you 'don't listen to him' or 'respect him as a man' and you just smiled. His anger was indeed very much real but you were the only one who could see right through his toxic masculinity act. You knew he'd be all over you in a few minutes time.

"Know your fucking place." He instructed whilst ending his stream. "You done now?" You asked- his chest was heaving. He grumbled a 'yeah', his head was hung low and his lips were sealed in a scowl. "Look at me babe." You directed, playing with his hair and he did. "I know you're frustrated my love, how about we get in the bath 'nd you can relax a bit?" He snaked his meaty arms around. your waist . "I want you to get in with me." It was so hard saying no to him. " I am baby." you said whilst taking his hand and pulling hime into the bathroom. This was always both his and your favourite time of the day.

taglist: @eth6real

[soangelbaby]

tw noncon

i feel like incel rafe would grind up against you while you're just trying to pass by a door/desk/narrow space ALL THE TIME

and whenever you argue with him (bc he's a misogynistic piece of shit) he would get in your personal space, stand to his full height and roll his shoulders back to try to physically intimidate you

um fucking yes ?????? u get it u get u get ittt !!! his pervert ass full on gripping your hips or waist as he squeezes past you just to feel your ass brush against him, mind you there’s a full walkway in front of you… at first you push him off, swatting his chest, and he just laughs, throwing his hands up in mock defense, “can you blame me? wearing those shorts, it’s like you’re begging for it” he’d snort, then scoffing under his breath and shaking his head like you offended him, especially if it’s publicly, and his friends around?? he’s calling you a whore — a desperate one, a stupid one, saying this is why ‘no one respects women like you’, or ‘you can dish it but can’t take it’ but he’s secretly plotting how to break you down more, how to shape you, how to make you conform.

and if you argue back with him, he just doubles down, defenses weak, hypocrisy high as he pushes up on you attempting to intimidate you with his large frame — and it works. when he starts rolling his shoulders , tilting his head, eyes narrowing like he’s looking through your soul, “you think you have control? you think you could do anything unless we allow you?” laughing sharply, he’d reach up, slender fingers tapping hard on your forehead or your temple, “this pretty brain? wasted. no man’s ever made you think right,” he’d tilt his head again, tongue poking into his cheek, and he knows he’s getting to you. “you’ll learn eventually, they always do,” he knows your silence isn’t surrender — it’s the slow buildup of something between fear and rage and shame and humiliation. and that’s what he wants.

[starfxkrinc]

Virgin loser incel Rafe x plus size is fun and all but I need to be JJ’s fat girlfriend who dresses “to proactively for a fat girl”, carries snacks in her purse and bounces on the D every night.

im literally queen of jj 'thick bitches hit my line' maybank hellooooo im sorry he can handle it he's gonna pick u up to prove he can and he hugs u like this

[princessbrunette]

Topper is actually psychotic like genuinely the most unwell in that show in my opinion… like he’s giving toxic ass incel tbh

fr. like say what u want about rafe but he never gave incel atleast😭 topper genuinely has these weird twisted ideals that women owe him something just bc they show him basic respect and decency like i hate him idc idc argue with a denim jacket he’s the worst

[whytheylosttheirminds]

Everything EVERYTHING was absolute perfection it calls for a system break down of my favorite parts

- first and definitely not least i need for my man topper ( who in this I absolutely adore whom i in the show want to throttle ) to have an open and honest conversation with carter , i am talking making my girl REGRET

- reader and rafe circle-ring around each other with words and then finally just embracing each other and being open and honest was my 🤸🏻‍♂️ moment and then agreeing to just talk 😭🧎🏻‍♀️

- but i was WAITING for THAT shoe to drop and oh boy did it drop

- the INCELS making the nasty repulsive comments would have made me as feral as rafe , violence is never the answer but when have men actually listened to that , did he go to far yes yes he did

- her leaving them was actually BOSS move but my heart ached for rafe because he doesn’t have a clue she knows about the pact

- KELCE MAN ( enough said)

As and end note to my rant

Am I delusional for hoping that they will have peace and tranquillity and finally just be together 🧎🏻‍♀️😭

omg you're the best this is amazing 🥲

what if I told you a whole big ass thing happened between Topper and Carter when she followed him and we might just get to see what it was if we're really lucky

not the cartwheels of love 😭 I'm so sorry

violence is never the answer but in this case it was in fact the solution!!! maybe just one punch would've done the trick tho rafeypoo

no bc I imagined her walking away like a queen so I'm glad you read it that way! and omg his face was probably so sad watching her go, he's so confused :(

KELCE

you are not delusional. you're just early. all will come in time we must be patient!!!

THANK YOU for this I love it sm!!!!! 💕