#rafe

[heeseungsbunny]

rafe being protective of shy!pogue!reader not proofread!

you usually hate going to party, especially late ones at 7:30 PM, unless rafe is with you, he makes you feel safe. rafe texted you that he’ll be there in 5 so you didn’t really have to put on makeup so you put on low rise jeans and a black hoodie. you rarely wore revealing clothes anyways so this was a regular outfit for you. buzzzz! rafe was calling, “i’m outside” he said as you heard his engine from your window. you put on your uggs, grabbed your small purse, and walked out the door. click! rafe unlocked the door and lets you in, “we won’t be there to long princess, only 1 or 2 hours” rafe likes to check with you before taking you anywhere to make sure you know what’s going on and feel comfortable with where he’s taking you. it didn’t take rafe like to get there, only 15 minutes to arrive at the party. rafe gets out before you to open the door for you, holding your hand to help you out the car. as he guides you inside the house with his hand on your lower back, he looks around to make sure nobody dangerous or weird would bother you for the rest of the party. “aye, stay near me the whole time or if you get tired of walking, i’ll find you somewhere quiet to sit” rafe gave you specific instructions because he never knows who to trust at these parties with all the drugs and alcohol, especially when his special girl is with him. you turn to him and nod. rafe walks through the crowd and keeps you infront of him, not taking his eyes off you and keeping his hand on your waist. he talks to topper and some other friends while you just next to him awkwardly, topper tried to offer you something but before you even see the drugs or hear him ask, rafe gives him a stern look and roughly pushes his hand away, “she doesn’t do that typa shit” rafe getting mad at his friends made you feel bad and you thought it was your fault but you remember how he promised to never let anything bad happen to you. rafe takes your upstairs and finds an empty room that he’s sure no one will go in or disturb you. “stay here, i’m going to get you a drink, somethin’ you’ll like” he says before kissing you forehead and leaving the door shut.

you laid back on the bed and scrolled on your phone, hoping rafe would come back sooner. you heard the door knob twist and you sat up excitedly, expecting rafe but it was some random guy walks in smiling at you. “hey beautiful, are you waiting for someone?” he asked as he sat down next to you on the bed. as he scooted closer to you, you backed away from him uncomfortably, “i’m waiting for my b-boyfriend” you said shakily, wishing you could just disappear. he nods and tries to touch your hair, but you flinch and lean away from and he chuckles at your response, “hey listen, if he was really a good boyfriend, he wouldn’t leave you alone in some random room all alone as gorgeous as you are” he coos, trying his hardest to get you to trust him. he realized that his sweet talk isn’t working, he tries to pin your arms down by your head. you suddenly feel trapped and hopeless as you kick and cry for rafe. finally your prayers have been answered and the man above grunts as gets punched off of you & you feel your eyes dwelling upon tears. rafe quickly looks at you to makes sure you’re ok and continues to pound the guy. he doesn’t stop until the guys is knocked out then gently pulls you next to them. “did he hurt you anywhere?” he says before holding your chin up to check for any bruises or marks. you shake your head and he pulls you onto him, hugging you tightly. “i promised you i wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt you sweetheart” he whispered. you cling onto him, wanting nothing but to stay close to him the rest of the night. he picks you ip and holds you up with one arm as you lay against his chest and he walks out the door. once you get to the car, he places you inside the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt. rafe likes to do things for you and give you everything you want when you want it. as he gets in the drivers seat & starts the car, he turns the heat on. his anger is still visible because his jaw is clenched and his hands are still tight. you look at him in worry, wondering if it’s right to speak yet. “i’m sorry you had to go through that baby, i won’t leave you alone that long ever again” he spoke suddenly after a few seconds of silence. “it’s ok, it wasn’t your fault” you said assuringly. he gently holds your shaken hands and rests his on your thigh, “are you hungry” he asks. you felt a smile creeping upon your face before you nodded slowly up excitedly. rafe smirks and pulls out his car from the side of the driveway, rafe always knows how to cheer you up.

[rafessecret]

Bsf rafe smut plsss

⋆˚࿔ bestfriend reader && rafe cameron

YOU'RE NOT WEARING PANTIES.

He always tells himself it’s innocent.

You’ve been best friends forever, always trailing behind him in your little shorts, popping pink bubblegum and laughing like the world only ever felt soft. You wear your tank tops too small, your lashes are curled to perfection even when you swear you’re tired, and your lip gloss always tastes like strawberries. You’re just his friend. His soft, sleepy, pretty friend.

But tonight is different.

You’re curled against him like you belong there, like it’s your bed and your boy. Rafe’s heart thuds heavy beneath your cheek where you’ve tucked yourself into his chest, little fingers resting over his stomach like you don’t even notice how warm and hard his body’s gone. The TV plays some muted sitcom, but neither of you is watching. Your sleepy giggles melt right into the room like honey, sticky and slow.

❝You’re so warm, Rafe,❞ you mumble, voice syrupy with sleep, lashes fluttering against his skin.

He swallows thickly. Your thigh brushes his, bare and smooth, and then—fuck—it shifts just a little too high. You don’t even realise. Of course you don’t. You’re too sleepy to notice the way your body moulds to his, your breath slowing as you doze off, lips parting against his collarbone like a kiss without meaning.

But it means everything to him.

His boxers are too tight. His cock aches beneath the fabric, twitching each time you roll your hips in your sleep. It’s subtle. So small. But Rafe feels every movement like lightning, like you’re teasing him on purpose. He shifts just slightly, trying to think of anything else—literally anything—but your scent is in the blankets, sugary and warm. And then you let out this tiny sigh, your thigh slotting higher, brushing the bulge in his shorts. 

His breath catches. You don’t wake up. You just press your face deeper into his neck, lips barely parting as you breathe him in. 

That’s when he breaks.

His hand slips beneath the blanket, knuckles grazing your soft skin. You twitch a little but don’t wake. He swallows again, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shorts, soft cotton and heat waiting for him.

You’re not wearing panties.

Rafe nearly groans. Instead, he drags his hand lower, slow and cautious, until his thumb brushes your clit. You squirm just slightly, face wrinkling like you're dreaming, but your body doesn’t pull away. ❝Shhh,❞ he whispers, barely audible, lips brushing your temple. ❝It’s okay. Just me.❞

His fingers circle your clit in lazy, practised swipes. You’re warm and wet, even in your sleep, and he’s dizzy with it—how soft you are, how pretty you sound even as your breath stutters.

Then you shift, brow furrowed, lashes fluttering as you blink up at him all dazed and glossy. ❝Rafe?❞ you whisper, voice confused and sugar-coated. ❝You were grinding on me,❞ he murmurs, voice low and slow. His fingers never stop. ❝Didn’t want to wake you. Thought you wanted it.❞

Your hips roll into his touch instinctively, lips parting with a soft gasp, and you’re still barely conscious—confused and warm and pliable. He kisses your cheek. ❝Feels good, right?❞

❝Mmhm… but—Rafe…❞

❝Just me, baby,❞ he soothes, pushing the blanket off you. Moonlight spills across your bare thighs. ❝It’s okay. You’re always so sweet to me.❞ His voice is warm and slow, and your body listens before your mind does. You let him pull your shorts down your thighs, guiding you gently over his lap. The drag of your bare cunt against his clothed cock has him choking on air.

❝Come on, pretty,❞ he groans, peeling off his boxers. ❝Let me feel you. Just sit on it. That’s all.❞ You hover, thighs trembling, still unsure. But his hands are big, warm on your waist, easing you down until the fat head of his cock is pressed against your slit. He rocks you gently, spreading your slick. And then you gasp as he presses up, slowly. ❝R-Rafe—❞

❝Shhh, I got you,❞ he pants, forehead pressed to your collarbone. ❝You’re doing so well, baby. Just take it. Just like that.❞ He sinks into you inch by inch, your cunt clenching down around him so tight he nearly blacks out. You’re gasping, hands gripping his shoulders, unsure whether to pull back or fall into it.

❝It’s too much,❞ you whisper, but your hips twitch forward, needier than your voice admits. ❝No, it’s not,❞ he says, voice shaking. ❝You were made for me. Look how good you're taking' it.❞ You move slow, unsure and sticky-sweet, your body bouncing gently with each grind of your hips. He moans low in your ear, hands sliding under your tank top, palming your tits as you ride him with sleepy little whimpers.

❝You’re so tight, baby,❞ he groans. ❝So good, fuck—I'm going to cum if you keep squeezing’ me like that.❞ You let out a breathy moan, your cunt fluttering around him. Rafe bucks up hard, forcing himself deeper, making your eyes roll back. ❝Oh my god—Rafe—❞

❝That’s it,❞ he snarls, gripping your hips tighter, thrusting up into you with rough, hungry snaps. ❝Cum for me. Right now. Let me feel that pussy clamp down.❞ You cry out, nails raking down his chest, your whole body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Your cunt squeezes him, milking his cock in desperate, wet pulses, and you collapse forward with a sob. 

Rafe doesn’t stop. He groans loudly, thrusting up into the heat of you with hard, desperate rolls of his hips. ❝Fuck—fuck, baby—gonna fill you up. Gonna fuckin’ ruin you.❞ He cums with a growl, cock buried deep, jerking inside you as he spills into your pulsing cunt. You feel it flood you—warm and thick, dripping out the second he bottoms out again, grinding up into the mess.

You’re both soaked and shaking, your body slack on top of his as his arms curl around you tightly. You’re fucked raw and full, slick still dripping out onto his thighs. He strokes your back, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. ❝You’re mine now,❞ he whispers against your temple, eyes half-lidded. ❝You know that, right?❞ You nod slowly, dazed and aching, brain fuzzy and pussy still twitching from aftershocks.

And he just smiles.

Because you’ll sleep here again tomorrow.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : i’m so sick right now angels 🥲 thanks for the request, they mean so much—especially since i’m not getting many asks lately. trying to answer the ones I have soon <3

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[rowdydevs]

ugh, saw the post about your inbox opening and i RAN!!

frat!rafe x reader (anywhere, doesn’t matter—backseat of a car, dorm room, or at a party) fucking, and he’s wearing a baseball hat backwards. while reader is riding him, he pulls it off and puts it on her head—also backwards.

ily, thank you if you do this one ����💋

Awww that made me so happy 💕 thank you for your ask bb!!!!

+18 -> smut

𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓽!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: possessive!rafe, ownership kink, pet names, swearing, unprotected p in v, spanking, drinking.

2K

The music was loud, blaring through shitty speakers that had blown the night before. A full crowd of hot, sweaty bodies—but none of it mattered, because all Rafe could see was you.

You were on the table now, in the center of the chaos, wrapped up in your friends and the haze of cheap liquor and that last-weekend energy. Your little top barely clung to your body, and that mini skirt did nothing to hide the curve of your ass every time you swirled your hips.

And those panties—fuck, they were the icing on top. Pretty, pink, and purchased by Rafe. Every time your hips swayed, he caught a flash, making it nearly impossible to stay where he was.

He stood across the room, half a drink in hand, pretending to listen to Topper, all while his eyes never left you. Your tits bounced just enough to drive him insane, feeding flashbacks from the night before. And he knew you knew. You weren’t a stranger to the chokehold you had him in.

Then you leaned down—slow, deliberate—pouring liquor into your friend’s mouth, grinning as you did. Your back arched just a little and that skirt hiked up even more, leaving Rafe a muttering mess of ‘fuck me’s’ and ‘keep that shit up and see what happens’ under his breath.

Cue JJ, swaggering up to the table like clockwork, shooting his shot for the nth time, like anything had changed. But who could blame him—you were perfect.

Maybank tilted his head and gave you that smug little smile like you were even an option. Like Rafe wasn’t watching every second of it.

You took a sip straight from the bottle, some dark liquor dribbling off your bottom lip and down your chest. JJ licked his lips like a fucking idiot, and that was it. Rafe was already moving. Shoving through the crowd with purpose. Shouting before he’d even grabbed two fists of the blonde’s shirt.

“You always stare at girls way outta your league, or just when they’re mine, huh?”

“Calm down, Cameron. I was just—”

“Just what?” Rafe’s smile was all teeth, blue eyes hard and daring. “She wouldn’t fuck you in your dreams. Stop embarrassing yourself—” He shoved him hard, making JJ stumble into a group of friends. And before he could say another word, Rafe was lifting you off the table—an arm around your thighs, flipping you over his shoulder.

You squealed, laughing, as he snagged the liquor bottle off the table, your body draped like a trophy.

“Have a nice night, boys,” he said with that wicked grin. JJ rolled his eyes, downing the rest of his drink as Rafe disappeared toward the stairs.

The crowd parted without realizing, making way. His grip adjusted as he climbed, one hand sliding up the back of your thigh before dipping to bite the soft skin beneath your ass cheek—playful, but sharp enough to make you gasp.

“Rafe!”

“Sorry, baby,” he said, not sorry at all. “Can’t help myself. You looked too damn good up there. You know that?” His voice went soft, just for you.

Then—gentle—he tugged your skirt down just enough to cover your panties. That quiet, casual kind of care that made your stomach flutter. A possessiveness he saved only for you.

Rafe kicked open the door to his room, the slam muffling the chaos outside. He crossed to the bed and dropped you like a ragdoll, grinning when your curves bounced and your back arched in that pretty little way he loved.

His shirt was gone in a second, ripped over his head as his abs flexed. His boxers rode low, and he tugged his hat back on.

You sat up on your knees, pulling your top off. The second your tits bounced free, Rafe tackled you to the mattress, laughing into your neck as your giggles echoed off the walls.

He rolled you onto his lap, your thighs spread over his hard cock. His hands gripped your hips. You reached back for the zipper on your skirt, but he shook his head.

“Leave it,” he muttered, head tilted as he admired the lace peeking beneath the hem. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He tugged his boxers down, never breaking eye contact. His jaw clenched tight like he was barely keeping it together.

With that hungry, hooded look, he reached between your thighs, tugging your panties gently aside—just enough to see what he wanted. Then his hand snapped back to your waist, rough and fast, the other wrapping around his cock, thick and leaking.

“Pull ‘em, princess,” he groaned. You obeyed, fingers pinching the fabric to the side, showing him your glistening slit.

And then you sank down slowly, both of you moaning aloud, your shared pleasure filling the room. Your head fell back as he filled you to the hilt, his eyes fluttering shut, jaw slack.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned.

You braced your hands on his chest as his gripped your hips, guiding you. He watched you ride him slow, matching the beat of the music creeping under the floorboards.

“Atta girl—” Crack. He slapped your ass. You moved faster, filthier. The sound of your arousal and skin-on-skin collided with your moans. You grinded on him, used him.

Rafe just lay back, watching you like a man starving, sipping from the liquor bottle. He handed it to you, expecting a drink—but instead, you hovered over him, spit it into his mouth.

He swallowed it down with a low laugh, then grabbed your neck and kissed you hard, one hand moving his hat to the back. He devoured you. Sweet liquor and tongue, sucking on yours slow.

“You look like every guy’s fantasy,” he whispered. “But you’re mine. You hear me?” He kissed you again, rougher. “They want you. None of them get you… but me.”

“Only you, Rafe.”

He groaned. You pushed up and started riding him again.

“Fuck, baby—Mpfhh.” He gritted his teeth, hips bucking as you clenched around him. You bounced, moaned his name, and he gave it right back—breathless praise spilling between gasps.

He was close. So were you. Your thighs trembled. And then he lifted you off fast, flipping you to reverse, dropping you back down on his thick length.

You screamed at the stretch, thighs spread wide. That skirt bunched up in his fist. “You good, pretty?” he panted. You whimpered, nodding.

He slapped your ass again, squeezing, jiggling, loving the mess you made. Then he started bouncing you, driving into you from below, cock spearing deep, wet, loud.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Do that shit I like.” You swiveled your hips just the way he liked. That pressure built. That sweet spot hit again and again. Your stomach coiled.

Rafe sat up behind you, chest flush to your back. One arm wrapped tight around you. The other slid between your thighs, rubbing fast, tight circles on your clit.

“Told you you were perfect,” he growled in your ear. “Perfect girl. Perfect body. Perfect pussy. Make a mess. Show me who you fucking belong to.” You whimpered, grinding against him. “So good for me. You hear me?”

“Yes,” you choked. “I—I… Fuck—”

“Yeah, baby?” he rasped, voice cocky and raw. “Why don’t you just cum for me then, huh?”

Your body locked up, a cry ripping from your throat as your orgasm hit. You shook and gasped as he fucked up into you, rubbing you through every flutter and spasm.

Rafe buried his face in your shoulder, hips twitching as he came, filling you full. You collapsed back onto him, both of you shaking, breathless.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, laughing, warm breath fanning your neck. You turned your cheek to snuggle closer, and his arms tightened around you.

He eased you off him, both of you hissing at the loss. You jolted, making him laugh softly as he snapped your panties back into place, his hand pressed possessively over your pussy.

“There,” he murmured, voice low and hoarse. “Keep those on.” Rafe pressed a kiss to your neck, then another, his lips brushing the curve of your cheek. He sighs, still catching his breath as the both of you come down from your highs.

Rafe reached up and adjusted the hat on your head, tugging it just a little lower, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Keep this on, too,” he said proudly as his finger trailed down your jaw. “In case anyone forgets who the fuck you belong to.”

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[rafes-slut]

He gets too excited and cums way too fast

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, teasing, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, language, oral (f receiving), light dominance, aftercare, soft teasing, slight overstimulation mention, Rafe being a cocky mess, and the reader being playful.

One second, you were curled up on the couch in one of Rafe’s oversized hoodies—no pants, no bra, just bare legs and soft thighs peeking out—and the next, you were pinned against the hallway wall with Rafe’s mouth on your neck like he’d been starved for you.

His breath was hot and ragged against your skin. Hands everywhere. Grabbing. Clutching. Needy.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You walking around the house like that, teasing the hell outta me. You wanted me to lose it, didn’t you?”

You laughed, soft and smug. “I didn’t even do anything.”

His eyes dropped down your bare thighs, his grip tightening on your hips. “That’s the problem.”

By the time you made it to the bedroom, Rafe was already fumbling with the waistband of his sweats, cursing when they got caught on his thighs. You laid back on the bed, smirking up at him, watching as he practically tore his clothes off.

“Someone’s eager.”

He shot you a look, one eyebrow raised. “You have no fuckin’ clue.”

And he really didn’t waste time.

You barely had a chance to gasp before he dropped between your legs, spreading them wide and burying his face in you, tongue dragging through your folds like he hadn’t eaten in days. One of his hands hooked under your knee, keeping you spread for him while his other hand gripped your thigh tightly.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned, tongue fucking into you like he was already trying to make you come. “Could stay down here forever.”

You squirmed, whining, back arching as he sucked on your clit. “Rafe, fuck—”

He pulled back with a wicked smile, lips slick and pupils blown wide. “Nah. Can’t wait anymore.”

His mouth crashed into yours as he shoved his cock into you in one hard thrust, not even giving you a warning. You both gasped—him from the overwhelming heat of you, and you from how deep he went instantly.

“Jesus,” he hissed, eyes squeezing shut. “You feel… fuck, you feel too good—”

And just like that, in less than a handful of thrusts, you felt it.

His rhythm got frantic. Hips snapping too fast. Breath catching.

You barely had time to say anything before he suddenly stilled, cock buried deep inside you, body trembling as he let out a rough, guttural groan.

“…You did not,” you said, blinking up at him, stunned.

Rafe’s face was flushed—neck, chest, cheeks all tinted red. His jaw tensed as he pulled out slowly, visibly wincing at the overstimulation. “Shit… fuck, I didn’t mean to—”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Rafe.”

“I didn’t even get to make you come yet,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his face, humiliated. “I was just… fuck, you were so warm and tight and—”

You bit your bottom lip to stifle another giggle, pulling him down to kiss him. “So, you came in, like… two minutes?”

“Thirty seconds,” he muttered, groaning into your shoulder.

You couldn’t help the smug grin as you tilted your head. “Guess I’m just that good, huh, pretty boy?”

He glared at you. “Don’t push it.”

You only grinned wider, spreading your legs again, fingers ghosting over your still-wet folds. “Well, since someone couldn’t last long enough to return the favor…”

Rafe’s eyes dropped, and he instantly dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed.

“Lay back,” he said, voice hoarse but determined. “I’m not stopping ‘til you forget about that little moment.”

You cocked a brow. “You sure you’re not gonna get too excited again?”

He smirked, grabbing your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed like a man on a mission.

“Talk all the shit you want now, baby,” he said with a wicked grin. “We’ll see who’s begging for mercy in five minutes.”

Payback was sweet.

[littlelamy]

───kissing while climaxing

his lips doesn't leave yours—not even for a second. every thrust is met with a desperate, open-mouthed, spit-filled kiss. "fuck, baby—" his voice is rough, breaking between the slick sounds of him driving into you. his grip is tight at the back of your neck, holding you in place, forcing you to take his gasping moans against your lips. "you feel so good, so fucking tight—"

his tongue slides against yours, sloppy, needy, like he’s trying to swallow every sound you make. he’s close, and you can tell— by the way his hips stutter and how his groans turn more broken.

"kiss me, baby please—" he demands, almost a whimper, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. "keep kissing me—don’t fuckin’ stop—"

his body tenses, shudders, and then he breaks, moaning straight into your mouth as he spills inside you, hips jerking, fingers digging into your skin. he groans against your lips, deep and wrecked, his cock twitching with every pulse of his release.

even as his body trembles and continues to gasp through the aftershocks, he doesn’t stop kissing you. slower now, sloppier, like he’s still drunk on the feeling and needs your mouth to keep him grounded.

"fuck," he breathes, pressing one last, lazy kiss against your lips, completely spent. "you’re fucking perfect."

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[seasprincess]

nerd rafe with breeding kink pls 🫶🏻

Rafe slowly thrusts in and out of you as he whines. He’s trying to act like a dom. Trying to act all tough but he well and truly is still the boy who will whine from a kiss.

But he had finally gotten something he’s been fantasising about since he first started jerking off to you at his desk late at night. You had plagued his mind. He can’t study because all he sees is you moaning underneath him.

He knows he has a lot of kinks. That’s apparent when he moaned mommy the first time you gave him a blow job. He really likes calling you mommy. Mommy issues at its finest.

So it was no surprise that he has a breeding kink.

“Wanna make you a mom.” He says as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s not fast, but it’s just right. He prefers to make love than fuck. Well that’s his excuse because the real reason is that you feel to good he genuinely can’t go faster.

And you feel so good without a condom blocking him from fully feeling your pussy. The way you’re clenching around him as your tits bounce up and down. Oh your tits. He actually drools over them. Like actually saliva falling from his lips as he looks at them. So the idea of you getting pregnant and then getting bigger. Oh he’s in heaven.

He whines at the image before placing a kiss to them. His tongue leaving his mouth to lick your nipple. The action sends shivers all through your body.

“I can’t wait. I’ll take such good care of you.” He moans against your breast as he feels himself get closer and closer. “You’ll look so pretty carrying our baby. Please can I cum in you? Fill you up? Please. Please.”

He’s practically whining as his movements get sloppier. And he feels so good in you. He’s big which was a bit of a shock. The nerd from your class who would have guessed? Everyone probably.

You nod as your eyes screw shut. He feels so good and you’re so close.

Rafe moans as he cums in you. Filling you up so good as his lips part. His eyes scanning yours as he moans. He is actually in a state of bliss. And all he’s done is cum in you and think about you pregnant. He’s actually rather pathetic but so so cute.

a/n: well

[maybejj]

TWIN FLAMES PART 10

≪ masterlist ≫

SOCIAL MEDIA AU, 18+ MDNI

baby!daddy!rafe x pogue!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drowning

summary: You and Rafe were the couple that no one saw coming. The kook king and the pogue princess falling in love was a shock to the whole island. The pogues questioned your relationship, the kooks despised it, and Ward took extreme measures to tear you two apart every chance he got. It was only a matter of time before the pressure caused the relationship to break. The constant arguing, the yelling, it all became too much. Rafe turned to drugs and you isolated yourself from everyone until there was too much damage to repair. But life has a funny way of bringing two souls back together. In this instance, in the form of a three year old little boy.

part 11

Notes: part 11 will be our first flashback and it’ll be the first time they officially “meet/interact” since everyone on the island knows who rafe is. very excited for everyone to get the backstory 💕

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[slut-4-rafey]

[rafecswhore]

“guilt looks ugly on you, baby” - rafe cameron x bambi! reader

a/n: inspired by this (@rafesangelita)

rafe started acting like you were made of spun sugar.

he held the door open for you like he was afraid the handle might bite you. carried every bag, even the light ones. didn’t let you touch the stove, didn’t let you lift a single grocery, didn’t let you walk on the side of the street closest to traffic.

he’d check the locks three times before bed. asked if you were cold every five minutes. bought your favorite snacks even when you hadn’t asked for them. stocked up on tampons like you were housing a small army.

at first, it made your chest ache. then it started making you sad.

because he still thought you were mad at him.

but you weren’t. not really.

you’d forgiven him the second he held you that night, all shaky breath and mumbled “i’m sorry”s into your neck like they could stitch everything back together.

but rafe couldn’t forgive himself.

so he kept doing things. trying to fill the silence between you with gestures, with “are you okay?” and “do you need anything?” and “i’ll handle it, baby, just sit.”

and you’d just smile. nod. kiss his cheek softly.

because there wasn’t anything left to say.

one afternoon, he came home with flowers.

big ones. pink and yellow and too loud for the quiet week you’d been having.

you were curled up on the couch in your hoodie, reruns of gilmore girls humming in the background.

he held them out to you, almost sheepish. “for you.”

you looked up, eyes soft. “again?”

rafe blinked. “you don’t like them?”

you shook your head gently, taking them from his hands and placing them on the coffee table. “i love them. but you don’t have to keep making up for something i already let go of.”

he stood there awkwardly, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“i know,” he muttered. “i just… keep thinking about how your face looked that day.”

you reached out, tugging his hand until he sat beside you. your legs draped over his lap, cheek resting against his shoulder. he smelled like outside, warm and windblown.

“you’ve been sweet every day since,” you whispered. “you don’t need to punish yourself forever, rafe.”

his fingers curled around your thigh gently, his other hand brushing your knee like it helped him believe you were still here. “i just want to be better.”

you tilted your head to look at him, brushing his hair back from his face. “you already are.”

his throat bobbed, lashes fluttering as he looked down.

you kissed the corner of his mouth.

“but if you really wanna make it up to me,” you smirked softly, “you’ll give me your hoodie and let me pick the movie tonight.”

that made him laugh—finally. and it was soft, real, the kind that cracked open the quiet and let some light in.

“done,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “i’ll even make the popcorn.”

[7-deadly-cats]

reblogging again bc i made some changes to the appearance of this post bc bro looked ugly asf (still kinda meh but at least it looks like i'm trying lmao)

✿ killing me softly ✿

∎ M A S T E R L I S T ∎

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder; fluff with hints of angst; drama; no explicit smut

!!! image is not depicting reader’s appearance (no faceclaim whatsoever) !!!

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ rafe cameron x fem!introverted!kook!reader

✿ G E N E R A L C W ✿ swearing, suggestive language, lots of overthinking/embarrassment from reader's side, hints at anxiety

✿ S Y N O P S Y S ✿ it's the last year of high school and you were paired up with rafe cameron for a 2 week long project in art class. this wouldn't be a problem if you weren't awkward as hell and well ... if there weren't your big fat crush on him. could this be the beginning of a friendship or maybe even more? one thing was certain: rafe cameron was intense, impulsive, and complex in ways that weren't always for the better, and your mind? that shit was even more tangled. but you hadn't spent all these years crushing on him from a distance just to let this chance slip through your fingers ... right?

✿ A / N ✿ this doesn’t necessarily fall under the slow-burn genre bc reader’s already crushing on him but i still wanna try doing things organically. this fic will include fluff but also some anxious/jealousy/etc. scenes

+ at some point there’ll def be some mildly suggestive scenes and hints at intimacy but probably nothing too explicit (i’ll def put a cw or try to make it skippable if it does happen);;

+ i’ll try to post regularly (currently always uploading on sundays)

+ i can't tell how many parts this series will include as i have no specific ending point in sight but in my estimation, there'll be a minimum of 20 parts

+ it's mostly written story with some smau elements (text messages)

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

✿ P A R T O N E

✿ P A R T T W O

✿ P A R T T H R E E

✿ P A R T F O U R

✿ P A R T F I V E

✿ P A R T S I X

✿ P A R T S E V E N

✿ P A R T E I G H T

P A R T N I N E (presumably 6th April)

...

[xoxies0]

15. Makeout

Tag list @bayouxxqueen @lalaloopsieparty @cokewithcameron @artbymin @wtfisastiles @rafecambabydoll @idiotussupremus @gublerstylesobrien1238 @kaiparkerwifes @jjasmiineee @popou61 @davinashifts333 @fastlovela

[rafessecret]

⋆˚࿔ trailer¡park reader && rafe cameron

TOO DUMB TO THINK.

The air is thick with smoke, hazy tendrils curling through the dimly lit room, clinging to your skin, seeping into your lungs. The couch beneath you is worn, springs digging into your back as Rafe fucks you into it, each brutal thrust shoving you deeper into the cushions. Your body feels weightless, boneless, a pliant thing made only for his use. Everything is slow, syrupy, your mind slipping between the cracks of consciousness, drowning in the pleasure he forces on you. Your limbs are slack, useless, your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused as you stare at the ceiling, watching the smoke swirl above you.

Barry leans against the doorframe, a blunt dangling from his lips, watching like he’s studying a piece of art. The ember glows as he inhales, the scent mixing with the musk of sweat and sex. His eyes are hooded, dark, flickering between where Rafe splits you open and the ruined expression on your face. He exhales slowly, smoke pouring past his lips, lazy amusement curling at the edges of his mouth. ❝Fuck, man, she’s just a dumb little slut for you, huh?❞ His voice is thick, dripping with something that makes your stomach clench, makes your thighs tremble where they’re spread wide, forced open by Rafe’s unforgiving grip.

Rafe laughs, the sound sharp, teeth flashing in the dim light as he drags his fingers down your spine, pressing into your skin like he wants to leave bruises, wants to mark you from the inside out. ❝You don’t know how good she is until you’re the one making her scream, Barry.❞ His voice is rough, strained, pleasure thick in every syllable. His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt, making you jolt, making your back arch, a wrecked whimper spilling from your lips. You’re so far gone, teetering on the edge of oblivion, floating in the space between pleasure and nothingness, between reality and something dreamlike, something deeper.

Barry exhales another cloud of smoke, the glow of the blunt flickering as he grins, sharp and knowing. ❝She looks like a fuckin’ doll, man. You see how pretty she is like this? All fucked out and dumb for you? ❞ He steps closer, the heat of his presence pressing against your skin, making your lashes flutter. His knuckles brush over your cheek, slow and deliberate, his touch light but condescending. ❝Are you even still in there, doll? Or did Rafe already fuck you stupid? ❞

Your lips part, a breathless sound escaping, but no words come, only the softest whimper, the barest acknowledgement that you can still hear them, still feel everything, even if you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything but take what Rafe gives you. Barry chuckles, dragging the blunt across his lips before tapping ash onto the floor, like this is nothing more than some casual conversation, like you aren’t laid out, trembling and wrecked between them.

Rafe grips your chin, forcing your head back, making you look at him, his pupils blown wide, sweat beading at his temples, golden skin glowing in the dim light. ❝Still with us, sweetheart?❞ His voice is sweet and teasing, but there’s a cruel edge to it, a twisted sort of satisfaction in the way you struggle to focus, to hold onto the fraying threads of lucidity. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours, but he doesn’t kiss you, just lets his breath fan over your mouth, lets you chase the contact, lets you beg without words. ❝God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Can’t even fight it, can you? ❞ You shake your head, or at least you think you do, but your body doesn’t really belong to you anymore. It belongs to them. To him. To the hands that grip you too tight, to the mouths that spill filthy words into your ears, to the eyes that devour every little reaction you give, drinking it up like something sacred.

Barry hums, the sound low, appreciative. ❝She’s fuckin’ ruined, man. You got her trained real good. ❞ He drags his fingers over your parted lips, pressing them into your mouth, watching as your tongue flicks out instinctively, your body moving on autopilot, doing whatever they want without hesitation. ❝Bet she’d let you do anything to her right now.❞

Rafe groans, his pace stuttering for half a second before he doubles down, thrusts rough and punishing, pulling wrecked sounds from your throat, your hands clutching at the cushions, searching for something solid in the mess of sensation. ❝She’s already let me,❞ he mutters, mostly to himself, his voice wrecked, his grip tightening. ❝Fuck, baby, you feel too fucking good. Can’t get enough of you. ❞

The heat builds again, sharp and all-consuming, sparking behind your eyes, curling in your gut. You whimper, thighs trembling, body tensing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming. Rafe feels it, curses under his breath, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin. ❝Are you going to cum for me, baby?❞ His voice is hoarse, ragged, desperate. ❝Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over me?❞ Barry watches, grinning, his gaze locked onto the way you fall apart, the way you shatter, moaning and trembling, your body wracked with pleasure, boneless beneath Rafe’s unrelenting pace. ❝That’s it, baby,❞ Barry murmurs, voice low, smug. ❝Give him a fuckin’ show.❞

And you do. You unravel, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you spent, ruined, floating somewhere between reality and something far more dangerous. Rafe groans, burying himself deep, chasing his own high, his breath hot against your ear as he spills inside you, claiming you in every way that matters. The room spins, the smoke thick, the weight of their gazes still heavy on your skin. Barry takes another drag, exhales slowly, watching you through the haze. ❝Shit, man,❞ he drawls, flicking the last of his blunt into an empty bottle. ❝She’s a fuckin’ dream.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : just something filthy and fun <3 hope u enjoy, mwah !! trying to get through anon requests soon, I promise !! also… what do we think about Barry being involved? be honest 

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[infictionalwonderland]

PERIODS | r.cameron

period comfort w boyfriend rafe!

warnings—swearing, period pain???, rafe actually being soft. for my girlies going through it rn bc i sure as shit am

“Oh baby.” Rafe tutted gently, his expression instantly dropping into something incredibly soft as he walked into the room and saw you—curled up in the sheets, face pinched with discomfort, hot water bottle to your stomach. He immediately strode over, no hesitation in kneeling down on the floor by the bed so he could properly see you, his face in front of yours. “My poor pretty girl. Cramps bad again?” He spoke gently, rough voice always sweet for you.

“Uh-huh.” Was your miserable reply, eyes fluttering open to look at him. Head still buried into the pillow, legs curled up.

“Tell me what you need.” Your boyfriend looked at you intensely, genuinely. He nudged his nose softly against yours, his large hand soothing over your blanket covered thigh. “Anything baby. Just let me know. I’ll get it.”

You hummed weakly, going to reply only for him to take out his phone with his free hand, clicking onto his notes app—into the note he’d made of everything you’d ever asked him for when you were on your period, with the number in brackets next to each thing of how many times you’d asked for it.

You couldn’t help the flutter that joined the constant ache in your stomach, a little smile twitching at your lips at his focused, concerned expression. All for you. Only for you. The blue eyes you so loved flickered between his notes app and you attentively, still rubbing your thigh with upmost care. All his attention was always yours whenever you were near him, and certainly when you were discomforted.

“I can give you a back rub and some tablets if you want baby.” He suggested gently, a worried creased between his brows as he gave you another Eskimo kiss, willing to do anything to make you feel better. “Mh, ‘can get you some MacDonalds too, even though I hate that shit. Know you love it.” Rafe smiled lightly, his hands on your thigh tracing up to your hip and gently rubbing the tender inner side without thought or question, just knowing you like it when he did.

You laugh weakly, a small breathy sound that makes his smile widen a little more. Despite it not being your usual laugh, he still loved it whenever he could bring you—well, any positive emotion really. A smile, a laugh, a blush. Anything. He kissed your head gently, wishing he could strangle your stupid fucking cramps with his bare hands. Hurting his princess. The cheek.

“No food.” You denied gently, lifting your head to look at him more, your hair a mess on the pillow. Your cramps thankfully had dulled slightly but you knew they’d kick right back up any second. “Just you.”

Rafe’s heart actually melted right before your eyes, his eyes softening and hardening with protective determination all at once. Fuck. He loved you so much.

He shifted off of his knees onto the bed beside you, being careful as to not disturb you as much as he could. Muscles tight at the worry of causing you any further pain. He pulled you into his chest lovingly, big arms wrapping around you—one veiny hand replacing yours on the hot water bottle and holding it to your stomach without question while the other soothed your hair with such a tender touch nobody would believe it was Rafe Cameron.

“Mh—ow.”

Rafe’s brows furrowed tight with concern, his heart genuinely aching at the sight and sound of your distress, knowing there was nothing he could do. His big arms held you tighter, kissing your head against as he continued to sooth over your hair. Like you were something precious—you were something so so so precious to him. He kept his grip firm on the hot water bottle against your abdomen, mentally snarling in frustration at the thing obviously not working. Cussing it out in his head and demanding it ease his girls’ aches.

“Stupid nasty cramps,” He murmured nonsense into your hair, as he soothed said locks. Relishing the feeling of you. His chest vibrated with the sound of his deep voice, sweet because of you and frustratedly gruff in sympathy for your situation, “you know I would do anything to get them to stop for you baby. Go to war wit’ the period gods or whatever the fuck. Hate seeing you like this,” he sounded genuinely distressed at your distress and the nonsense he was babbling in his voice that was just so comforting to you—as well as his soothing and the feel of him—was actually helping to relax you, your eyes fluttering shut.

He noticed this, of course he did with how attuned he was to you, a gentle flare of satisfaction warming his chest as he continued on, solely intent on making you feel better. “I’d kick their ass too. Absolutely destroy ‘em for you princess. Make sure you never experience another cramp in your life. They wouldn’t stand a chance, I’d take ‘em all out with—“

You slowly dozed off, lulled into a sense of semi-peace finally, against the warm broad chest of your boyfriend with his arms encasing you. His hand soothing gently through your hair—his gentle, deep voice in your ears as he continued on for you. Encompassed completely in his love, in his care and—god, you loved him so much too.

[rowdydevs]

Awww thank you hun 🤭🤭🤭💕🩷 that is so sweet. I'm glad you started watching hockey too 😆

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊 ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

“𝐁𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔

𝙽𝙷𝙻!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

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 | +𝟷𝟾, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎), 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 | 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍.

𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 𝚓𝚓 (𝚋𝚏), 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚔𝚢𝚢 (𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛), 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 (𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 + 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎), 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚎 (𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 + 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎), 𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚘é 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 (𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕 + 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛), 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍; #𝟼𝟾 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚜), 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 (𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛)

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟼 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟽 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟾 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟿 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟶 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟷 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟸 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟹 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟺 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟻 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟼 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟽 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟾 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟿 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟶 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟷 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟸 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟹 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟺 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟻 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟼 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟽 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟾 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟿 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟶 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟷 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟸 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟹 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟺 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟻 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟼 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟽 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟾 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟿 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟶 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟷 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟸 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟹 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟺 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟻 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟼 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟽 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟾 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟿 𝜗𝜚 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻𝟶 (𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕)

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 “𝓑𝓪𝓻 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷”…

𝕓𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕

[luvsthanos]

Rafe Cameron P Links

rafe eating you out in his truck

rafe fucking you in your car after a party

rafe fingering you

home alone with rafe

rafe fucking you from behind

69 with rafe

morning sex with rafe

rafe cumming in you

anal with rafe