#rafe

[littlelamy]

This request is NASTY...but smut: Reader has never swallowed/she finds the idea of it gross but Rafe just loves her so much and has such primal desires that he just wants her to do it and wants to see her with it dripping, and he's just really begging (but in a sweet loving way, not like toxic and demanding)

notes: i am giving everyone permission to send more NASTY requests 🤭😏

you’ve never done this before.

he knows that. he knows how you wrinkle your nose at the thought, how you always pull away at the last second, letting him spill anywhere but in your mouth. it’s not that you don’t love him, not that you don’t want to please him—it’s just the idea of it, thick and warm, coating your tongue, sliding down your throat. it’s always been a hard no.

rafe loves you so much it aches. and God, does he want this.

he’s on his knees before you, hands gripping the plush of your thighs, lips pressing desperate, open-mouthed kisses against the inside of your leg. his eyes flick up, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling in heavy, shuddering breaths. he’s already wrecked, just from the idea, just from knowing he’s got you here, flushed and nervous but willing.

"please, baby," he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with need. "just once. just for me. wanna see you take it, wanna see you messy with it. fuck, i know you’d look so pretty."

his words send heat straight through you, pooling low in your belly, making your thighs twitch beneath his grip. he notices, of course he does, and he groans, pressing his forehead against your leg like he’s trying to ground himself.

"i’ll make it good for you," he promises, tilting his head up, lips brushing against your knee. "promise i’ll take care of you. just need you to try, y/n, please."

your heart is pounding, your skin hot, the room thick with the scent of sweat and sex and rafe. he’s watching you like you hold the entire fucking world in your hands, like he’d do anything, give anything, if you just said yes.

and maybe it’s that—maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, the way his voice shakes just a little when he begs, the way he’s already so far gone, already teetering on the edge—that makes you nod, makes you whisper, "okay."

his breath catches. his grip tightens. "yeah?" he breathes, like he can’t quite believe it.

you nod again, a little slower, a little more sure, and he groans, dropping his head against your thigh before surging up, crashing his lips against yours. it’s messy, needy, desperate, all tongue and teeth and a deep, low sound from his throat that makes your knees weak.

his hands move, tracing down your body, fingers slipping into your hair, gentle but deliberate as he guides you lower. "just like that, baby," he murmurs, voice rough, urging you downward. "fuck, need you so bad."

you hesitate for only a second before sinking to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. his breath stutters, his fingers flexing against your scalp, holding back even as his whole body trembles with need.

"angel,you don’t understand how bad i want this."

your lips part, tongue flicking out, teasing, and the way he chokes on his breath makes you feel powerful. you want to see him undone, want to see him lose every ounce of control he has left.

and so you do.

his head falls back, a deep, guttural moan slipping from his lips as your mouth wraps around him. he’s gripping the back of your head now, fingers tangled in your hair but still careful, still reverent. "fuck—just like that, baby, just like that."

his thighs tense beneath your hands as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. he’s breathing raggedly, curses and praise tumbling from his lips in a broken, desperate mantra.

"gonna—fuck, baby, gonna cum—please, wanna see you take it, wanna see you be so good for me—"

when he finally spills, his whole body shudders, his grip tightening just for a second as he groans your name, thick and wrecked. the taste floods your mouth, warm, salty, overwhelming—but you don’t pull away, not this time. you let him see, let him watch as you swallow, as you part your lips after, sticking out your tongue to show him.

his breath catches, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, hands cupping your jaw, stroking his thumb over your lips. "fuck, baby. that’s my good girl." your lips part, tongue flicking out again, teasing, and the way he chokes on his breath makes you feel powerful.

taglist: @namelesslosers @maybanksangel @averyoceanblvd @iknowdatsrightbih @rafesheaven @anamiad00msday @ivysprophecy @wearemadeofstardust0 @rafesangelita @sstargirln @rafedaddy01 @soldesole @bakugouswaif @skywalker0809 @vanessa-rafesgirl @evermorx89 @outerhills @ditzyzombiesblog @slavicangelmuah @alivinggirl @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @rafesbabygirlx @drewsephrry @lil-sparklqueen

[rafes-slut]

You send your best friend nudes on aciddent

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader (Best Friends)

Summary: you wanted ro send nudes to guy you were talking to and without even realizing you sended them to rafe. He shows up at your house and he fucks you pretty

Warnings:(Explicit sexual content (18+), Rough, raw, and unprotected sex, Best friends-to-lovers tension, Possessiveness/jealousy, Strong language, Slight dominance themes, Mentions of nudes/sexting, Brief edging/denial)

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Your house was too quiet. Too empty. The kind of silence that made you restless, forcing you to find something—anything—to keep yourself occupied.

You had already scrolled through every possible social media feed, tried binge-watching a show, and even considered taking a nap, but nothing seemed to cure the boredom eating at you. The guy you’d been talking to—the one you had a… thing with—hadn't texted you all day, and for some reason, that only annoyed you more.

With a sigh, you plopped onto your bed, staring at the ceiling before an idea popped into your head. A reckless, stupid idea. But an exciting one.

Grabbing your phone, you opened the camera app, biting your lip as you hesitated. Then, without thinking too hard about it, you started posing, taking pictures of yourself—fully naked.

The longer you did it, the more confident you became, experimenting with angles, capturing the way the dim lighting cast shadows over your skin. By the time you finished, you were beyond pleased with how good you looked.

Your finger hovered over the screen as you scrolled through the pictures, feeling the rush of power that came with it. Maybe if you sent them to him—the guy you’d been talking to—he’d finally give you the attention you deserved.

Without another thought, you selected a few of your best shots and hit send.

The moment was thrilling. You smirked to yourself, placing your phone aside as you basked in the satisfaction of it all. You left your phone unattended for a while, assuming he’d take his time responding, so you didn’t bother checking right away.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when you absentmindedly picked up your phone to see if he had replied, that your stomach dropped.

36 new messages.

But they weren’t from him.

They were from Rafe.

Your heart stopped. Your entire body froze as dread crept up your spine. Confusion clouded your mind until you clicked on his name, your blood running cold as you read the first message.

Rafe: Tell me you didn’t just send that to me.

Your breath hitched. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you scrolled.

Rafe: Are you serious right now?

Rafe: Fucking answer me.

Rafe: Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

Rafe: Are you out of your mind?

Panic overtook your senses as you finally understood what had happened. Your fingers shook as you scrolled up, only to confirm your worst nightmare.

You hadn’t sent those pictures to the guy you’d been talking to.

You had sent them to Rafe.

Your best friend.

The same Rafe who had seen you at your worst, who had been there through everything, who—until now—had never seen you like that.

You felt sick.

Rafe: I swear to fucking God, tell me that was a mistake.

Rafe: Are you ignoring me on purpose?

Rafe: Do you even realize what you just did?

You stared at the messages, paralyzed with horror, your mind racing with what to do. There was no taking it back. No pretending it never happened.

Your phone buzzed again, and another text popped up.

Rafe: I’m coming over.

Your stomach flipped.

Oh. Fuck.

You barely had time to process the messages before loud, impatient knocking shook your front door. Your heart jumped into your throat.

Shit.

Rafe was already here.

Panic surged through you as you scrambled off your bed. You weren’t even dressed—still completely bare from your little photoshoot. With no time to properly throw on clothes, you grabbed the first thing within reach—an oversized shirt that smelled faintly of cologne. Rafe’s cologne. It was probably his shirt, one he had left behind on one of the countless nights he crashed at your place.

You barely managed to pull it over your head, the hem brushing mid-thigh, before the knocking got louder.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Open the damn door."

His voice was sharp, edged with something you couldn’t quite place—urgency, frustration… something more.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the shirt, schooling your expression into something nonchalant. Like you didn’t just send your best friend a full spread of naked pictures. Like you weren’t freaking the fuck out inside.

You swung the door open, greeting him with a bright, innocent smile. "Hey, Rafe."

His eyes flickered over you immediately, scanning your barely covered frame. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. "You’re fucking joking."

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "About what?"

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a sharp breath before stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. "Don't do that. Don't act like you didn't just—" He stopped himself, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his eyes dragged down your body again, lingering on your bare legs.

You crossed your arms, biting back a smirk. "Didn't just what?"

His jaw ticked. "Send me those pictures."

You shrugged. "It was an accident."

His blue eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous. "An accident?" He took a step closer, forcing you back slightly. "Tell me, how exactly do you 'accidentally' send someone half a dozen nude pictures?"

You swallowed hard, nerves creeping up your spine, but you refused to back down. You weren’t about to let him see how flustered you were. "I meant to send them to someone else."

His expression darkened, something flickering behind his eyes at your words. His voice dropped, lower, rougher. "Yeah? Who?"

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You weren’t sure why, but suddenly, saying his name—the guy you’d been talking to—felt wrong. The way Rafe was looking at you, staring through you like he was barely holding himself together, made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t prepared for.

His fingers twitched at his side. "Who were they meant for?"

You hesitated. "It doesn’t matter."

"Like hell it doesn’t," Rafe snapped, stepping in again, this time leaving no space between you. Your breath hitched. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his chest barely brushing yours. His gaze flicked to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking onto your eyes again. "You were really about to send those to some other guy?"

Your mouth felt dry. You blinked up at him, struggling to find your voice. "It’s not a big deal—"

His laugh was humorless. "Not a big deal?" His fingers curled at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. "You seriously don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what?" You whispered.

Rafe exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched so tightly you swore he might break his teeth. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Don’t ever send shit like that to another guy." His voice was low, dangerously soft. "Not when you have me."

Your heart stuttered. "Rafe—"

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly like he was at war with himself. His grip on your chin tightened just enough to make you dizzy. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"

You swallowed, your skin buzzing under his touch. "I—"

"You think I didn’t like it?" He scoffed, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "You think I’m mad because I didn’t want to see you like that?"

Your stomach flipped.

He leaned in, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I’m mad because now I can't stop fucking thinking about it."

A sharp breath left your lungs.

His other hand trailed down, gripping the hem of your—his—shirt. His fingers brushed against your bare thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The second you didn’t tell him to stop, Rafe took that as a green light.

Before you could process it, his hands gripped your waist, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the floor. A startled gasp left your lips as he placed you on the nearest surface—the hallway counter—knocking over a few things in the process.

Your legs instinctively spread, your oversized shirt riding up your thighs, exposing just how bare you were beneath it.

Rafe wasn’t blind. He saw everything.

And fuck, he wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t notice how worked up you already were.

A dark smirk tugged at his lips as his hands slid up your thighs, fingers tracing your soft skin. "You didn’t even think about putting something on, huh?" His voice was low, teasing. "Almost like you wanted me to see you like this."

Heat crawled up your neck, but before you could snap back, his fingers were already moving.

Without hesitation, he slipped between your thighs, brushing against your slick heat. A breathy moan slipped past your lips as he ran two fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you were for him.

"Shit," Rafe groaned under his breath. "Look at you."

Your head tilted back slightly, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he teased you, his fingers barely dipping into you before pulling away again. Your hips bucked slightly, chasing the friction, and he chuckled.

"Needy, huh?"

"Rafe—" Your voice was a quiet plea, but he wasn’t feeling merciful tonight.

He pushed two fingers inside you with ease, the stretch making you gasp. He wasted no time, his fingers curling just right, pressing against that spot that made your entire body shudder.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. "Fuck, you’re already squeezing me."

Your legs twitched, the pleasure overwhelming as he pumped his fingers inside you, slow but deliberate. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small, calculated circles that made you whimper.

"Bet you weren’t even thinking about that guy when you took those pictures," he taunted, his pace never faltering. "Bet you were thinking about me."

You didn’t answer, but your body betrayed you—the way you clenched around his fingers, the way your thighs trembled.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours, but never closing the distance. "Say it," he murmured. "Tell me who you really wanted to send them to."

Your pride held on, but your body was already giving him the answer.

You didn’t answer his question. You couldn’t. Saying it out loud would mean admitting it—to him, to yourself. That you never meant for those pictures to go to anyone but him. That the only person you wanted to see you like this, touch you like this, was Rafe.

But your silence didn’t matter. Your body told him everything he needed to know.

You gasped, yanking his wrist, pulling his fingers out of you before you could tumble over the edge. Rafe’s brows furrowed, his fingers glistening in the dim light, but before he could question it, your hands found his waistband, tugging at his jeans.

He let out a low chuckle, but it was rough, almost breathless. "That desperate, huh?"

You ignored him, too focused on shoving his jeans down. The second they pooled around his ankles, you took a moment—your breath hitching as you took him in.

Fuck.

You already knew he was big, but seeing it—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip—had you swallowing hard.

Rafe didn’t give you time to think. He grabbed your hips, dragging you to the edge of the counter, spreading you wider. He didn’t bother with teasing or stretching you any further—he knew you could take it.

And you did.

The moment he pushed inside, a strangled moan left your lips, your hands flying to grip his shoulders.

"Shit," Rafe gritted, his fingers digging into your skin as he bottomed out in one sharp thrust.

It was rough. Raw. Deep.

He didn’t give you time to adjust—he pulled back just enough before slamming into you again, knocking the breath from your lungs. The counter rattled beneath you with every thrust, his grip bruising, his pace relentless.

"Look at you," he groaned, watching the way your body took him, how you clenched around him with every movement. "This is what you wanted, huh? Not him—me."

Your nails scraped down his back, a broken moan escaping as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars.

"You feel that?" Rafe panted, his forehead pressing against yours. "This is mine. You're mine."

You couldn’t even argue.

Not when you were falling apart around him, your body trembling as you came, his name spilling from your lips like it was the only thing you knew.

And Rafe? He followed right after, burying himself deep, groaning your name as he spilled inside you, claiming you in every way possible.

[sarahsangelicdoll]

hi! can you write like rafe and reader are best friends but they fuck whenever they need to get off like they’re not together but they like each other and they know they like each other and they don’t get with anyone else or anything but anyways back to what i was saying, whenever they fuck reader is always to scared to do it without protection but just needs him and so they go at it blah blah and then he’s about to pull out but reader tells him to cum inside?

i really hope this makes sense😭💜

༊·˚ Breeding kink + fwb!Rafe… yes pleasee

cw: 18+!, mdni, breeding, unprotected p n v

a/n: another req that’s been sitting in my inbox.. i might elaborate more on it but i just really wanted to get this out for you bby 💞 so rushed lol. not proud of this at all. one req left in my drafts !!

“Fuck sweetheart… feel so good.” Rafe groaned into your ear. One hand lazily holding your throat while the other had a bruising grip on your hip. “Gonna cum in you if you keep squeezing me like that..”

You don’t know what got into you, but the thought had your thighs clenching shut around his waist. Nails scraping down his back even harder. Rafe however, was oblivious. He of course thought of it before, but the thought was too good to ever be possible, right? So he simply assumed you were about to cum.

“Yeah? gonna cum for me baby?” He asks through his own laboured breathing, leaning up to bring his hand down and rub at your clit. The sounds spilling from your lips were heavenly and had Rafe nearing even closer to his own orgasm.

“Fuck.. gonna cum..” He pants, about to pull out to paint your stomach with his cum, but found himself unable as your legs tightened around his hips.

“Cum inside, please?” You pout, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. How could he possibly refuse that? He knew he should’ve double checked with you, but he’s been wanting this for so long.

His thrusts quickly started again after a momentary pause, a low moan escaping his lips. “Shit… you have any idea what you do to me?” He chuckled before the both of you let out broken moans, cumming at the same time.

Your pussy tightened around his cock as you felt his cum paint your walls, the unusual sensation making your stomach flutter with butterflies as the two of you basked in your orgasm after glows.

After you both caught your breath Rafe leaned up and your legs fell from his hips, his cock slowly exiting your warm cunt.

Rafe could feel his cock hardening again as he grabbed your calf and held it up, smirking as he watched his cum pool out from your cunt. “Shit.. Should do that again baby..”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

rafe taglist: @rafestoothbrush

[sematarygirls]

⠀     ⠀   ⠀♯┆Mean!Pogue!Reader Tweets.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

notes .ᐟ   as requested, more tweets for the masses. also ik i made a typo on the topper slide, but i don't feel like fixing it, so 😓

tags .ᐟ   @starkeysprincess / @cometmultiverse / @lovemesailor / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @ltristessedureratoujours / @ethanthequeefqueen /

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[darlingstarkey]

think later - pt 22

series masterlist

summary - y/n, formerly a pogue princess, finally had her big breakthrough and got signed to a record label in LA. little did she, her boyfriend rafe cameron and the rest of her friends know how things would really change as soon as she becomes famous.

anything in dark mode is rafe's phone!

authors note: enjoy! only a few more parts next! next part won't be an actual part -- but just blurbs as to how y/n wrote these songs & what they're about.

warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, money, jj being a weirdo, rafe being hot

taglist: @madkohi, @yesshewrites1, @grapejuice32, @leotapes , @givemylovetoall, @inlovewrafe, @bee-43, @larvalerius, @masongetinmybed, @the-oracle-at-delphinitely-not, @mystargirl-interlude, @eddxemxnson, @sqfewrd, @pogueprincesa, @frankoceanluvr11, @raeven-marie43, @marleymarleymarleymarley, @mindfulmesses, @akobx, @spenceatiny18, @fluoxetinys, @lolxdswag123, @st8rkey, @ethanthequeefqueen, @drewrry, @jjmaybankmylovee, @disaster-rose, @sunshinedaisy21, @chillgal135, @amterasuu, @wtfisastiles, @sassyvillaintrophy, @bananaminn, @barnesboo1967, @pi4st81, @stvrkeysgal, @yktayy9669, @yesterdaysproblemm, @rafesbuzzcutseason, @dylsdaily, @jjasmiineee, @imjustagirl713, @voidangxls

xo, dylan

[rafeysbangs]

°🂶 ༘˚↷rafe is always just out of reach

warnings ; not proofread sorta... , simply just angst, sortof almost a mention of fwb? ish?, interpret this how you will as to yours & rafe's relationship !

notes ; HI !! i'm so happy to be back. srry this is straight up angst. but i hope you enjoy. can you tell uni is strangling me lol ( this was actually sitting in the drafts.. waiting... oops )

rafe cameron is an enigma you can’t quite solve. a puzzle with missing pieces, a shoreline that recedes every time you step forward. you think you have him—hands grasping the edge of something real—only for him to slip through like sand through parted fingers.

you watch him from the passenger seat, the engine humming beneath the weight of silence. his knuckles are tight against the steering wheel, pale from pressure. he’s always holding on too hard, to everything, to nothing. a boy who doesn’t know how to let go without breaking something in the process.

"you’re quiet," you say, just to fill the space. to remind him you’re still here.

his jaw flexes, a brief movement, barely anything at all. then a chuckle, low and humourless. "that’s a first."

it’s a dance, this thing between you—if you can even call it that. he keeps his distance, but it’s not apathy. it’s something else. something tangled up in the way his hands tighten around whatever’s in his grasp, the way his gaze lingers just a second too long when he thinks you won’t notice.

you do notice. you always do.

you see it now, in the way he shifts gears with more force than necessary. in the way his hands tremble when he runs them through his hair. in the way he looks at you, like he wants to say something but won’t, like it’s locked behind his teeth, rusted shut with years of unsaid things.

and you—what are you to him? a distraction? a reminder? a tether to something softer, something he doesn’t think he deserves?

"you don’t have to do that," you say, softer this time.

he glances at you, brow furrowed. "do what?"

"pretend like you don’t care."

his lips part, but no words come out. just a sharp inhale, a slow exhale. and then he laughs again—quieter, this time. almost bitter.

"maybe i don’t."

but he does. you know he does. it’s in the way he says your name, in the way he always finds you first in a crowded room, in the way his fingers brush against yours but never stay long enough. it’s in the way he pulls away just before he gets too close, like he’s afraid of what might happen if he doesn’t.

rafe cameron is a hurricane dressed as a boy. all storm and sharp edges, all lightning that never quite touches the ground. people talk about him like he’s reckless, like he’s all impulse and violence, but you know better. you see what they don’t—the hesitation, the flicker of something softer just beneath the surface. you see the way he clenches his jaw when he’s trying not to feel. the way he swallows words before they can make it past his lips. the way his hands shake when he thinks no one’s looking.

he is not empty, not hollow like he wants the world to believe. he is full of things he will never say, full of rage and grief and longing. full of a love he will never let himself hold.

and you—maybe you are just another thing he cannot let himself have.

you could reach for him, could close the space between you, could press your palm against the warmth of his arm and wait for him to lean in instead of pull away. but you already know how this ends.

he’ll let you get close. close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

and then he’ll slip away—just like always.

( no taglist bcs its wayyy to old um i'll be redoing that too so look out for a post - sorry guys ! )

[spoiledprincessbratspostsblog]

too cute!

thinking about sugar staying up late to wait for rafe ౨ৎ ࣪ . ⋆.

The clock on the wall ticks 2:34 am, the soft hum of the fridge filling the quiet little apartment. You sit curled up on the pale blue couch, knees tucked under you, fighting the weight of your eyelids. Chip is sprawled across your lap, warm and snoring, his little paws twitching every now and then.

You should be asleep.

You know that.

But Rafe isn’t home yet, and you can’t seem to fall asleep knowing that.

God forbid something happened to him while he was out there fighting flames

It’s not like you mean to worry, it’s just something that happens. Every time he has a late shift at the fire station, you find yourself waiting, telling yourself you’ll just stay up a little longer. Just until you hear his truck pull up. Just until you hear his boots on the front steps.

Just until you know he’s safe.

Chip stirs as you shift on the couch, rubbing at your eyes. The little lamp beside you casts a warm glow, flickering slightly when the AC kicks on. The apartment feels different when Rafe’s not in it. Too quiet, too still. A year ago, you wouldn’t have even noticed. You’d have been used to empty rooms and lonely nights.

But now?

Now you can’t stand it.

The familiar rumble of his truck pulling into the driveway makes your heart jump. You straighten up, smoothing Chip off your lap as his ears perk up. A moment later, the front door unlocks, creaking open to reveal a tired, soot-smudged Rafe, still in his uniform, his helmet tucked under one arm.

He steps inside, brows pulling together the second he sees you. "Sugar, what in the world are you doin’ up?"

You yawn, stretching your arms above your head. "Just…waitin’."

His eyes soften. He sighs, closing the door behind him. "I told you, you ain’t gotta do that. I can take care of myself."

"I know." You mumble, rubbing at your eyes. "Just don’t like sleepin’ till I know you’re home."

Something flickers across his face, something unreadable. He takes off his boots, dropping his helmet onto the counter before walking over to you. The scent of smoke clings to him, mixed with the crisp night air.

"You’re too sweet for your own good, y’know that?" He mutters, reaching down to flick at the hem of your pajama tank top. "C’mon, let’s get you to bed."

"I know, I know." You huff, though your voice is thick with sleep but he just smiles, reaching out to ruffle your hair like it it’s nothing Your face burns, and you swat his hand away, but your heart is doing a whole different thing inside your chest.

Chip jumps down from the couch, circling Rafe’s legs before trotting off towards your bedroom, tail wagging

You sigh, standing up and stretching again. Rafe watches you for a moment, something fond in his gaze, before he reaches out and pulls at your upper arm, guiding you towards your room. "Go on, get some sleep. I needa’ take a shower."

You hesitate in the doorway, looking up at him.

His lips twitch. "I promise I’m not goin’ anywhere."

You nod, finally stepping inside, but before you can close the door, you hear him mutter under his breath, barely audible

"Don’t know what I’d do without you, Sugar."

You fall asleep with a smile, knowing that when you wake up, he’ll be there.

© 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[seasprincess]

Two man but my friend couldn’t make it

MDNI

warnings: smut, threesome, degrading, praise, oral (m recive), p in v (unprotected), this is pure filth inspired by a caption i saw on tiktok, there’s probably more warnings

wc: 1.2k

a/n: not proof read and this is an au where rafe and jj are friends.

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation. It had progressed rather quickly. Not that you were really complaining though.

“You’re so pretty.” Rafe says as his arm wraps around your shoulder. Pulling you closer into him as his fingers trace patterns. His eyes scan your face to see how nervous you are. He notices the way you’re avoiding eye contact. And so does the line boy next to you.

“He’s right baby. Such a pretty girl.” JJ says as his hand runs up your thigh to the hem of your shorts. Slowly slipping a finger into it to keep stroking.

You freeze up as you know what they want. And it both excites you and makes you nervous.

“You said she isn’t a virgin right Maybank?” Rafe eyes flicker to him before back on you. Seeing how your cheeks turn red at his words.

JJ just lets out a small chuckle as he squeezes your thigh.

“Yeah, she’s not a virgin. But I bet she’s still tight.”

Rafe smirks as he kisses your cheek, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“I bet that cunts so tight. And we’re gonna to find out sweetheart. Is that okay?” JJ asks as he looks at you. All of a sudden the bed feels hot, everything feels hot.

“Y-yes.” You choke out, wanting to make sure they are aware how much you want it. Which they already know.

“She’s a slut. I told you.” JJ says as he looks at Rafe. Talking to him like you’re not there.

“Oh I didn’t doubt you. I’ve seen her outfits.”

“Maybe we should get her out of this outfit.”

A grin grows on Rafe’s face as he stands up. JJ follows his action before helping you stand up.

They look over you like a piece of meat, so hungry to do all the things in their head.

Rafe’s hands make their way to your shorts zipper as he looks into your eyes. Turning your back towards JJ who’s working on pulling your top off.

After not much effort they’ve stripped you. Leaving you in your matching set that took you ages to choose.

The two boys start to undress themselves before JJ fiddles with your bra. Letting it fall to the floor.

Rafe’s eyes look over you before you’re turned so JJ can see you. Staring at your tits as they push you onto the bed. Not too forcefully, they do want to be rather sweet to you. Even if they’re about to fuck your brains out.

“I want to be first in her cunt.” Rafe says as places a hand on JJ’s chest. The tent forming in his boxers matching JJ’s.

“I’ll take her mouth. Is that okay baby?”

You nod eagerly as you smile. You do really want that.

Rafe walks closer to you as he pulls off his boxers. His cock hitting his stomach as he pulls you closer. He brings his index finger to your clothed pussy. Rubbing it slowly as a wet patch starts to form. Which makes Rafe let out a small chuckle as he moves to your clit. A little moan escapes your lip.

“We’re gonna make you feel good sweetheart.” Rafe says as he captures your lips in a kiss, hungrily kissing you as he pulls down your panties. His hands rake up your body as he starts touching your nipples. The noises that come out of you are pornographic. And all Rafe is doing is smirking smugly.

“Can I go in you raw princess?”

“Rafe we said we wouldn’t.” JJ pipes up, stopping his movements of rubbing his cock. The sight of you two is just too much to just watch.

“Look we’re both clean and she’s on birth control right sweetheart?”

You nod as Rafe turns to JJ. Pulling a ‘see’ face.

Rafe turns back to you as he looks into your eyes. Watching for any signs of uncertainty. But when you look up at him with that look, the look of wanting him. He can’t help but pull your lower half closer. Rafe kneels on the bed as he lays you down fully, putting your legs over his shoulder as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He once again looks into your eyes. But when he sees that you’re as eager as him he slides in.

You let out a moan, even if it is only the tip in you. Rafe’s big. Rafe knows he’s big. So he slowly pushes into you, moaning and groaning like you are.

“Fuck. She is tight J.” Rafe says as he looks to the blonde boy who’s sitting in the chair at the end of the bed. The same blonde boy who’s stroking his dick to the picture of Rafe fucking you. He doesn’t really know how long he’s going to be able to keep his hands off of you.

Rafe groans as he enters you fully. Your cunt sucking him in as he has that stupid grin on his face.

Rafe starts slowly thrusting in you. Picking up the pace with every thrust before he’s at a speed that is a little uncomfortable but god does it feel good.

“Oh god sweetheart. Such a good slut huh?”

You can’t reply verbally but the way your eyes roll back in your head is enough of a reply. And of course the cocky bastard just chuckles.

After a while the blonde boy who’s been banished to the chair has had enough of his own hand and starts to make his way towards the bed.

Rafe sees him walk towards the pair of you and slows his movements before coming to a stop.

“Rafe.” You whine out, that orgasm that was building being abandoned.

“On your hands and knees baby. Gonna help JJ out too.”

You obey straight away. Positioning yourself between the pair. JJ’s dick in front of you Rafe’s lined back up with your entrance.

The two boys look at eachother with a smirk before Rafe enters you again. JJ doing the same with your mouth.

They both begin thrusting and you grip onto JJ’s thighs as a small chuckle escaping his lips. Looking down at you as he stops his movements as his dick hits the back of your throat. Making you gag, the mascara you put on to make yourself look all pretty for the boys is now starting to run down your face.

Rafe smiles at the sound of you gagging as he looks down to where he’s entering you. Watching his dick work in and out of your cunt.

“She’s so wet J.” Rafe says as he groans, feeling his orgasm building up. JJ who is also close can’t help but groan too. The way your mouth is wrapped around him, licking and sucking.

“She sucks cock good too.”

It doesn’t take long for you all to get to the brink of orgasming. JJ first in your mouth. Letting it go down your throat as you swallow. Which JJ praises with a ‘good girl.’

Rafe cums in you next, filling you up with a loud groan that just pushes you over the edge. Cumming on his dick. His cum starts to slowly drip out of you as he pulls out.

You lay down on your back as you pant. Able to regain your breath after finally being empty.

JJ presses a kiss to your head before Rafe places a kiss on your breast. He’s always been a tits guy, he just can’t help it.

“You ready for a swap sweetheart?”

Oh this is gonna be a long night.

[littlelamy]

HI THERE! new anon here yasss, okay so i just got this idea

it's kinda a trope where in this case- reader has strict parents, and well obviously- rafe doesnt yknow but, ANYWAYS

I was thinking he texts her and just asks if he can see her or take her out somewhere and she's just like- at first she takes a min to respond but then comes back with "my parents said no :/" and rafe's just like, absolutely flabbergasted. "youre joking, right?" "hm?" "y/n youre 20. seriously?" LIKE- YKNOW?? 😭😭😭😭 you can have the convo go however you please, but however it does end up in rafe being fed up and just going over there and talking to her parents himself teeheeeeee

and reader's all nervous and scared and and and- you can choose how to end it :>

- 🤗 (if it's not taken- if it is that's my mistake but after sending this i'll go ahead and look at your anon list if you have one!)

notes: hi anonie, of course! 🤍

your phone buzzes on your bed, the screen lighting up with a name that makes your stomach do a little flip.

rafe.

rafe <3: wanna go out? take a drive or something?

you bite your lip, staring at the message. you want to. God, do you want to. but you already know what your parents are going to say. still, you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing out the inevitable response.

you: my parents said no :/

not even a minute passes before your phone buzzes again.

rafe <3: you’re joking, right?

you: hm?

rafe <3: y/n you’re fucking 20. are you serious?

there’s a beat of silence, and then another text.

rafe <3: this is insane. i’m coming over.

panic flares in your chest, your fingers flying across the keyboard.

you: rafe, NO.

rafe <3: baby, YES.

before you can try to stop him, he's already made up his mind. and when rafe cameron decides on something, there’s no talking him out of it.

twenty minutes later, you hear the unmistakable sound of his truck pulling up in front of your house. your stomach twists as you rush to your window, peeking out to see him stepping out of the driver's seat, his jaw set, determination written all over his face.

"shit," you whisper under your breath, nerves tightening your chest.

before you can even process your next move, there's a knock at your front door. your heart leaps into your throat.

"who's that?" your dad calls from the living room, suspicion laced in his tone.

you barely have time to react before he’s already opening the door. you squeeze your eyes shut, internally bracing for impact.

"mr. l/n," rafe's voice is smooth, polite, way too confident for someone who just stormed over uninvited. "i wanted to talk to you about y/n."

oh god.

you creep forward, peeking around the corner as your dad eyes rafe, arms crossed over his chest. "talk about what, exactly?"

rafe doesn’t miss a beat. "about why she’s twenty years old and still has a curfew."

your mom gasps from the kitchen. you swear you stop breathing.

"excuse me?" your dad's voice drops, the warning clear.

rafe, to his credit, doesn’t back down. "sir, with all due respect, she’s an adult. she should be able to make her own decisions."

your dad’s brow twitches, gaze narrowing. "and you think you get to decide that?"

"no, sir," rafe replies smoothly, voice unwavering. "but she should."

the room falls into tense silence, your mother looking between them like she’s watching a high-stakes poker game. you want to run, to disappear into the floor, but you’re frozen in place, caught between admiration for rafe’s boldness and terror for what might come next.

then, miraculously, your dad exhales, shaking his head with something that looks almost like amusement. "you've got some nerve, kid."

rafe smirks. "yeah, i’ve been told."

another pause. then your dad sighs, the weight of years of protectiveness slipping just slightly. "be back by midnight."

you nearly collapse.

rafe turns, catching your wide-eyed stare, and winks. "told you i’d fix it."

and just like that, you’re out the door, hand in his, heart still racing—but this time, it’s not from fear. it’s from the exhilaration of stepping into something new, something that finally feels like yours.

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[f4dedtouch]

╰┈➤ there for you

pairing: fawn!reader x s3 rafe

summary: fawn!reader getting asked out by a random guy on a date the one guys rafe specifically tells her not to go with. light angst with a happy ending.

warnings: mention of cursing, rafe being a bit mean.

you were curled up in bed, highlighter in hand, trying your best to stay focused on your notes. rafe was sprawled beside you, arm tucked behind his head, lazily scrolling through his phone like he had nowhere else to be. this was normal—him hanging around your place, making himself comfortable while you studied, offering absolutely zero help but keeping you company.

for a while, the only sounds in the room were the soft scratch of your pen and the occasional vibration of his phone. but your mind was elsewhere. you’d been holding onto something all day, and you knew if you didn’t say it now, you never would.

taking a quiet breath, you finally spoke. “so… i think i’m going on a date this weekend.”

rafe barely reacted at first, just a slow blink before his eyes flicked to you. “with who?”

you hesitated, shifting on the bed. “you know that guy… uh, logan? the one with the stupid expensive watch he never shuts up about? yeah, him.”

his jaw tensed immediately. “no. don’t go.”

you sighed, setting your highlighter down. “rafe—”

“no, i’m serious,” he cut in, sitting up now, his whole posture shifting. “that guy’s a total dick. i promise you, he’s not a good dude.”

“you say that about every guy,” you argued, crossing your arms. “every single time someone asks me out, you find something wrong with them! i’m tired of it, rafe. i actually wanna give him a chance.”

“and i’m tellin’ you not to waste your time,” he shot back, brows furrowing. “i know guys like him. he doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“oh, and you do?” the words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it. his expression hardened, something unreadable flashing in his eyes.

“yeah,” he said quietly. “i do.”

you swallowed, but the frustration was still there. “i just—i don’t get it. why do you care so much? why can you never just be happy for me?”

rafe scoffed, shaking his head as he stood up. “fine. do whatever you think is right.”

his voice was calm, but you could tell he was pissed. he grabbed his keys, casting you one last glance before muttering a quiet, “goodnight,” and walking out.

you laid back against your pillows with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling, feeling strangely unsettled.

you had put in the effort. the dress, the hair, the subtle makeup. you’d spent way too long deciding on an outfit, checking the mirror one last time before heading out.

and now, you were sitting alone at a candlelit table, fingers gripping your phone as you checked the time again. ten minutes late. fifteen. twenty.

the restaurant was buzzing with couples and conversation, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart as realization settled in.

he wasn’t coming. all that effort for nothing.

embarrassment crept in, your throat tightening as you quickly grabbed your bag and left, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stepped into the cool night air. you felt so stupid. this was supposed to be your first real date.

your hands shook as you unlocked your phone, pressing the only contact you could think of.

“rafe?” your voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

there was a beat of silence before he answered. “where are you?”

you swallowed hard. “he—he didn’t show up.”

another pause. and then, voice softer now, “i’ll be a little late, yeah? hang on for me.”

you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you.

when rafe finally pulled up, you immediately noticed the way his knuckles looked slightly bruised, like he’d been gripping somethin’ too hard. his breathing was controlled, but there was an edge to him, somethin’ unreadable in his expression. you didn’t say anything.

he didn’t say anything at first either, just opened the passenger door of his truck for you, just reached over and buckled your seatbelt for you, his fingers brushing against your arm for the briefest moment before pulling away.

the car was quiet as he started driving. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, shame curling in your stomach.

“i should’ve listened to you,” you mumbled finally, voice small.

rafe exhaled through his nose, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel. “yeah, you should’ve.”

your stomach twisted. “i just—” you shook your head. “i thought maybe, for once, things would be different.”

he glanced at you, and his voice softened. “that ain’t on you. some people are just assholes.”

you bit your lip, guilt gnawin’ at you. “are you mad?”

“no,” he said easily. “just pissed you looked that good for a guy who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

you blinked, caught off guard, but he just kept his eyes on the road, like he hadn’t just casually complimented you. I mean he always complimented you but this felt different.

a few minutes passed before he spoke again. “you hungry?”

you shook your head. “not really.”

“yeah, you are.” he pulled into the drive-thru of your favorite fast-food place without waitin’ for an answer. it was a tradition—eating in the car, parked in a quiet spot, just the two of you.

he ordered for you, knowing exactly what you liked, even throwin’ in your favorite dessert.

when you were parked, he handed you your food, watchin’ as you picked at it before finally takin’ a bite.

neither of you talked much, just eatin’ in comfortable silence, the familiar presence of him settlin’ somethin’ deep inside you.

when he finally drove you home, you turned to him, voice quieter now. “thanks for pickin’ me up. and for the food.”

“don’t mention it,” he said, jaw clenchin’ slightly.

but then, his expression softened, and he looked at you, somethin’ unreadable in his eyes. “hey,” he murmured. “if you need a date, let me know, alright? you don’t gotta go out with assholes.”

you let out a quiet laugh, shakin’ your head. “i’ll keep that in mind next time.”

he smirked slightly before leanin’ in, pressin’ a soft kiss to your forehead. “goodnight, sweet girl.”

your heart stuttered. “goodnight, rafe.”

he waited till you got inside then you watched as he pulled away, the glow of his taillights disappearin’ down the road.

what you didn’t know was that when rafe got home, he busied himself with paperwork, emails, anything to keep his hands from curlin’ into fists again.

because the sight of you sittin’ there, all dressed up and lookin’ like a dream, only to be stood up by some loser?

yeah. that was enough to make him wanna beat the guy into the ground all over again.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

Hehehhehe 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 it was bound to happen

Thanks for reading bb 😘

“𝐁𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔

𝙽𝙷𝙻!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟿

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙻𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝙷𝙻 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑?

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎?

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 𝚓𝚓 (𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚏), 𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚘é 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 (𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛), 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚎 (𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 + 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎)

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝟙𝟟𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝟙𝟠𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

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[rafes-slut]

Midnight Cravings

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, soft Rafe, slight possessiveness, lazy/intimate sex, aftercare, fluff.

Summary: rafe gets to needy in middle of the night so you two have sleepy sex to get off

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The room was swallowed in darkness, the only source of light coming from the soft glow of the moon slipping through the sheer curtains. The air was thick with warmth, tangled limbs and steady breaths filling the space in a quiet rhythm. The blankets were heavy, cocooning both of you in a familiar, comfortable heat.

Rafe had been dead asleep—until he wasn’t.

He woke up groggy, caught somewhere between exhaustion and awareness, his body instinctively shifting closer to yours in search of warmth. The second his chest pressed flush against your back, his arm draped over your waist, he let out a slow, deep breath, inhaling the scent of your skin.

It should’ve been enough to lull him back to sleep. The slow rise and fall of your body, the soft sound of your breathing, the way you felt so small and warm against him. But it wasn’t. Because that wasn’t the only thing he felt.

The moment his hips shifted just a little, pressing himself more firmly against you, he realized just how hard he was. He cursed quietly under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a second, willing the ache away—but it was no use. The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to stop the heat that rushed through him, especially not when you were wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties that barely covered anything.

Fuck.

His fingers flexed against your stomach as he let out another slow breath, trying to resist the urge to grind against you. He knew he should let you sleep, knew he should just roll over and deal with it in the morning, but he couldn’t help it. You were too warm, too soft, too perfect against him.

He pressed a lazy kiss against your shoulder, his lips barely ghosting over your skin as he mumbled, “Baby… move your leg a little.”

You stirred slightly at the sound of his voice, letting out a quiet hum, but even in your sleep, you listened. You shifted just enough, a soft, sleepy sigh slipping past your lips as your thigh draped over his.

Rafe took it as an invitation, his hand slipping between your legs, fingertips brushing against the waistband of your panties. His voice was deeper, rougher as he murmured, “Pull ‘em to the side.”

A small, drowsy smile tugged at your lips as you obeyed, your fingers sluggishly moving to drag the fabric away.

That was all he needed.

He groaned softly, his breath hot against your skin as he lined himself up, the thick head of his cock brushing against your slick folds. He hadn’t even touched you yet, and you were already so wet, the warmth of your body making his head spin.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into your waist as he pushed forward, sinking into you slowly.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you stretched around him, your fingers gripping the pillow beneath your head. You could feel how tense he was, how he was holding back, taking his time even though his body was desperate to rut into you like he always did.

But this wasn’t about fucking. Not right now.

He was exhausted, you could tell. His body was heavy against yours, his arm wrapped tightly around you like he couldn’t stand to be apart. His thrusts were slow and deep, dragging against your walls with a lazy rhythm, like he just needed to feel you.

You sighed, melting into his touch, your head lolling to the side to give him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. Rafe took advantage of it, his lips brushing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your throat, lazy and warm.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Just let me have you like this.”

You whimpered softly in response, your body pliant in his arms, letting him take what he needed. Every movement was slow, every thrust deliberate, like he was savoring the way you clenched around him. His breathing grew heavier, his grip on you tightening as pleasure built steadily in his core.

“Always so fucking good for me,” he rasped, his hand sliding up your stomach to palm your breast, squeezing gently. “You feel so—fuck.”

His voice broke off into a quiet groan as your walls fluttered around him, making his hips stutter. His fingers flexed against your skin, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

You were barely awake, caught between the fog of sleep and the slow, creeping pleasure washing over you in waves. Your body was warm and tingly, soft moans slipping from your lips as Rafe continued to move inside you, dragging out every last bit of pleasure he could.

It was almost too much. Almost too intimate.

And yet, neither of you stopped.

“Rafe,” you breathed, your voice soft and barely above a whisper.

He groaned in response, his arm tightening around you as he buried his face against your neck. His lips found your pulse point, kissing you there before murmuring, “I got you, baby.”

His thrusts grew a little slower, a little deeper, his body tensing against yours as he reached his peak. His hips pressed flush against you one last time, a low, breathy moan escaping his lips as he spilled inside you, his body shuddering from the release.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Rafe’s chest rose and fell against your back, his breathing ragged as he held you close, his lips pressing absentminded kisses along your shoulder. He stayed inside you for a second longer, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

But then, finally, he pulled out with a soft groan, already missing the way you felt around him. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a tissue, his movements slow and groggy as he cleaned you up.

You whined softly in protest, already missing the warmth of his body.

“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’ll be right back.”

Once he was done, he tossed the tissue aside and immediately pulled you back against him, wrapping himself around you like a human blanket. His arm draped over your waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he let out a content sigh.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured, his voice softer now, sleep already pulling at the edges of his mind.

You smiled sleepily, already halfway there, your body sinking into his warmth as your eyes fluttered shut.

Rafe let out a deep breath, his fingers lazily tracing over your stomach as he relaxed, and for the first time that night, he finally felt at peace.

[rafescherie]

POGUE!RAFE MOODBOARD ! + INTRODUCTION

POGUE!RAFE who spends majority of his day in the shop, hands covered in black grease from fixing vehicles. chances are, you'll find rafe under a lifted car in the garage over anywhere else — the only spot he can seem to disconnect from the world is when he's indulged in his work & projects.

POGUE!RAFE who still insists on buying everything. even though you can afford stuff for yourself, especially coming from figure eight, he finds pride in being able to take care of you financially, spending his hard earned money on anything you show interest in. sometimes he surprises you with a bouquet of flowers, if he's feeling real sweet.

POGUE!RAFE who severed ties with his kook father ward years ago, though the daddy issues are still prevalent even despite moving to the cut to escape the torture from his parental. deep wounds, insecurity, and turmoil brewing within him, he still reflects his alternate version with his reckless, impulsive decisions, and bad coping mechanisms.

[sematarygirls]

meanpogue!reader visiting Barry cuz duh that’s her home girl and then sees rafe and then boom they’re at each others throats and Barry have to get them to stop fighting?

♯┆Barry Stops Mean!Pogue!Reader &&. Rafe's Fight.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎barry is sick and tiredddddd of them ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . drugs, suggestive content.   ̼ ₊

THE MUSK OF weed and sweat hung heavy in the air of Barry's trailer, surrounding the two of you like a perfume as you sat on his couch with your legs slung over his lap. A joint was settled between his lips as you two mindlessly watched a comedy movie, occasionally passing the joint back and forth.

“You hear what went down at the bonfire?” you asked, glancing over at him as he took a drag before passing it over to you. You took it, the movement natural. Barry had been your friend—and fuck buddy—for years. He was a dick sometimes, but he gave good advice and was always there to hang out when you were having a bad day. Plus, he was better in bed than one would expect.

Barry grinned lazily, his head rolling to the side to look at you, gold tooth glinting in the dull light. “Yeah, heard you dropped Thornton on his ass. ‘Bout time someone did.”

“Your little kook boyfriend was there," you teased, blowing out a puff of smoke as Barry ran his hands along your bare legs, trailing upwards.

Barry scoffed, shaking his head and reaching over to snatch the joint back. “The fuck you talkin’ about?”

You smirked, watching him as he placed the joint back between his lips. “You and Rafe Cameron spend a whole lotta time together for two people who don’t fuck.”

Barry rolled his eyes, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Only person I’m fuckin’ is sittin’ in my lap runnin’ her mouth.”

You laughed, your head falling back against the pillow behind you. The warmth on your thigh was familiar, comforting even. Your high was making you feel more relaxed, your body heating up as his hand ran slightly higher in a way that was extremely welcome.

Just as Barry's fingertips grazed the edge of your shorts, the sound of a purring engine rolling up outside cut through the air. Barry groaned, head lolling back. “Fuckin’ hell. Who the fuck?”

“Your customers are real cock blockers,” you huffed, rolling your head to the side to see who would come barging in. Your relaxation seemed to completely evaporate as the door swung open and Rafe Cameron walked in, wearing that same entitled demeanor.

Your eyes narrowed as you sat up, pulling your legs from Barry's lap, so you could properly glare at him. “The fuck you doing here, Cameron?" You scowled.

“I wasn't aware you were fucking the local drug dealer,” Rafe snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Don't let me stop you," he smirked.

Barry's eyes flickered to you, a warning in his gaze. You weren't supposed to interfere with business, then Barry wouldn't be so kind, but when it came to Rafe, you couldn't help yourself. “Like you don’t come crawling to him every time you need your next fix,” you shot back, tilting your head, daring him to deny it.

That hit a nerve. His smirk fathered, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Watch your mouth, pogue.” That word. That fucking word. Like it meant you were beneath him. Like he wasn’t standing here, in the Cut, doing some shady shit with a shady dealer.

You stood up from the couch in one smooth motion, your body coiled with tension, every nerve in your system screaming at you to put Rafe in his place. You felt the heat of the high mixing with the anger rising in your chest, and you weren't going to let him get away with talking down to you, not in your friend's home.

Before you could take a step forward, Barry's hand closed around your wrist, tugging you back onto the couch. “That's enough,” he warned you, his voice sharp—a tone he hardly ever took with you.

“Yeah, call off your bitch, Barry," Rafe sneered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Alright, get the fuck out,” Barry told him, standing up. Your eyes widened. Barry had defended you to nosey and leering customers before, but he never dared kick them out. It made your panties damp as you watched it unfold. “Come back when you've cooled the fuck down, but you're not gonna disrespect my girl in my house.”

Rafe's jaw clench, clearly not having expected Barry to take your side. He took a breath, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Look, just give me my shit, Barry. I need it,” he said, fishing some hundred dollar bills from his back pocket.

Barry's eyes narrowed as he watched Rafe, his stance tense, but his voice remained calm. “You think I’m just gonna give it to you after you come in here talkin’ like that?” He took a step forward, towering over Rafe, his presence demanding authority. “Nah, man, you need to learn some fuckin' respect.”

“Fuck you, man,” Rafe scoffed, his hands balling into fists at his side. You half-thought he might push it, maybe start a fight, but everyone in the room knew that Barry would pull a gun on his country club ass faster than he could throw a punch. “Whatever,” he mumbled, turning and storming out, letting the door slam behind him.

“Fuckin' junkie," you muttered, leaning back against the couch and crossing your arms, your mood obviously soured.

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𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

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