#rafe fic

[coryndoll]

bf!rafe that games & gf!reader ;

college!bf!rafe whose dorm is across the hall from college!gf!reader ;

a/n: more texts bc i got bored again, might take a nap rn. enjoy ! perchance

[urmum-lovesme]

Bunny (P6)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: this is pretty intense cause shit has offically started to go down guys. Also Bunny and Rafe- they just need to get together already and JJ and Bunny- they need to stop this malarkey cause it's making me upset :( (the plot thickens...)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs and drug dealing, strip club, naked women, lap dance, pole dancing, abusive father, harassment (implied assault)

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The bass of the club pulsed through the air, a steady thrum that matched the energy of the bodies moving under the neon lights. The haze of perfume and liquor, the blurred mix of men throwing cash they barely thought about, she felt she could slip into a rhythm and let herself forget for a few hours. But tonight, something felt... off. Not in a bad way, just different.

Rafe wasn’t here.

She hadn't seen him walk through the door, hadn’t caught his sharp blue eyes tracking her every move, hadn’t felt the weight of his presence pressing into her skin like it usually did. It was strange- unsettling even. Because for as much as she hated the way he always inserted himself into her space, she’d grown used to it. 

Expectant of it.

She scanned the room, gaze flicking over the usual faces. The regulars. The passing truckers and tourists. The men who came in throwing money around like they owned the world. But no Rafe. No smug smirk from across the room, no lazy, arrogant drawl calling her name just to piss her off.

Good. 

It was good. 

Right?

She exhaled, shaking the thought from her head as she pressed her body up against the cool metal of the pole, swaying her hips slowly from side to side. Maybe he finally got bored. Maybe he’d found someone else to bother. That would be a win for her- but she couldn't deny she found it weird, the past few days his absence had been more than noticeable. The rest of the night passed with a familiar ease. She danced, she laughed, she put on the show she always did, let greedy hands slip bills into the waistband of her outfit, letting the bass shake the floor beneath her feet until it was time to slip away. She collected her cash, shoving the crumpled bills into a paper bag like always, folding it up before stuffing it into her duffle. A pair of heels landed on top, and she yanked a hoodie over her head, the fabric swallowing her whole as she tried to disappear into herself. As she slung the bag over her shoulder and started toward the back exit, Naomi- still wearing her dainty Bambi necklace- caught sight of her from the dressing room mirror, one perfectly arched brow raising as she turned on the stool.

“Going already?”

Naomi asked, voice smooth with curiosity. Y/N sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag.

“Yeah, I’ve got my fill for the night.”

Naomi hummed knowingly, leaning an elbow against the vanity as she lazily twirled a mascara wand between her fingers.

“Mmm. Guess I can’t blame you.”

Y/N forced a small smile, already shifting her weight toward the door, but Naomi wasn’t done. She mused, the teasing in her voice unmistakable.

“Haven’t seen your little boy toy around recently...”

“He’s not my anything.”

Y/N’s shoulders tensed, and she turned just enough to give the girl a look. Naomi just smirked, eyes glinting under the warm glow of the mirror lights.

“With the amount of cash he throws at you? Girl, I’d lock in for life.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head as she pushed the door of the changing rooms open, “Well, he’s all yours.”

Naomi rolled her eyes playfully, but there was warmth in her gaze as she pushed off the stool and made her way over. She pulled Y/N into a soft goodbye hug, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before cupping her face with manicured fingers.

“You okay?”

She asked, voice quieter now, like she could sense something wasn’t sitting right. Y/N exhaled, the weight of the night settling deep in her bones.

“I’m just tired Omi.”

“Go get some sleep babe.”

Naomi gave her a small, knowing smile, her thumb brushing over Y/N’s cheek lightly. Y/N returned the smile, albeit faint, before pulling away with a cheeky glint in her tired eyes.

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do...”

“-Oh who is you—get outta here.”

Naomi scoffed, rolling her eyes. She swatted Y/N’s ass playfully as she walked out, earning a quiet laugh from her friend before the door swung shut behind her. And just like that, she was back in the night air, exhaling into the quiet.

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The door creaked open, and the dim glow of the kitchen light was the first thing Y/N noticed as she stepped inside. The smell of food hit her nose, and when she looked up, there was JJ, standing in the kitchen, biting into a sandwich, his jaw clenching as he chewed. His eyes flicked up to her, but he didn’t say anything at first. Just watched as she walked in like she was a stranger in her own home. She greeted, voice tentative.

“Hey”

JJ hummed in response, barely pausing his chewing as he shoved another bite in his mouth. She ignored the tension sitting thick in the air and walked past him, heading straight to her room. She dumped her duffle bag onto the bed before peeking into their dad’s room. The bed was unmade, but the room was empty, and that made her feel just a little lighter. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with him tonight. She padded back into the kitchen, her fingers already tugging at the fridge door handle, but the second she opened it, disappointment settled deep in her stomach.

Almost empty.

Of course it was.

A slow exhale left her lips, and she rubbed a tired hand over her face. She was going to have to go food shopping- again. For now, she just grabbed a bottle of water, shutting the fridge with a quiet sigh. She pulled out a chair opposite him, the legs scraping against the worn kitchen floor as she sat down. JJ was now sitting at the table, his sandwich halfway gone, eyes flicking up to her before focusing back on his food. Y/N rested her elbows on the table, rolling the cool bottle of water between her palms. “So…” she started, trying to keep things light, normal.

“What have you been up to?”

JJ barely looked up, “Not much.”

Her lips pressed together at his flat tone, “Saw Kie lately?”

“Yeah.”

She took a slow sip of her water, studying him, “How are JB and Sarah?”

JJ just shrugged.

She exhaled quietly, tapping her fingers against the bottle. He was obviously annoyed with her- she could feel it in the way his words were clipped, how he wasn’t even really looking at her. And it wasn’t fair. He didn’t get it. Didn’t get why she was always out, why she barely came home, why she was constantly exhausted. She was doing this for him. For both of them.

It stung.

“What’s wrong, huh?”

Y/N finally asked her voice soft, tilting her head as she studied him. JJ just rolled his eyes, pushing back from the table. He grabbed his empty plate, dumping it into the sink with a clatter before turning away from her. She watched as he made his way toward his room, not saying a word, not even sparing her a glance.

“Don’t walk away when I’m speaking to you JJ”

She called after him, her voice sharper now. He stopped in his tracks, turning just enough to shoot her an unimpressed look.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you my mom now, or—”

“Excuse me?” she cut in, her jaw clenching, “Whats with the fucking attitude- whats got into you?”

“What’s got into me? What’s got into me?”

JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he ran a frustrated hand through his messy blonde hair. She just stared at him, arms crossing over her chest, brows furrowing in confusion. He was mad- really mad- but she didn’t understand why. She wondered if her missing the bonfire last week really that serious? JJ let out a scoff, shaking his head.

“I literally never see you, Y/N. I never see you.”

His words hit her harder than she expected. She opened her mouth, but he didn’t even give her the chance to respond before he kept going, voice laced with frustration.

“You weren’t at the bonfire last week. You weren’t home when I got back from the chateu the other night. You weren’t here this morning. Jesus, I don’t even know the last time we actually sat and talked- like normal siblings do?”

His voice wavered slightly at the end, but he masked it with another shake of his head and roll of his eyes. Y/N bit at the skin on the inside of her hceek sightly before sighing out,

“J, I know... I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I’ve just been busy- I’m working, I’m doing—”

“Yeah-” he cut in, crossing his arms, “I know. You’re always fucking working.”

She felt her chest tighten, guilt creeping up her spine. She was doing this for him- she'd always say that to herself when she'd dread to get out of bed in the worning, when she'd have to force herself to drive to the club afer her shift with Sofia. To keep To make sure he had food, a roof over his head. And yet, he was still looking at her like she had let him down. JJ let out a bitter laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Whatever. Always an excuse with you.”

His words made her stomach twist.

“Acting like you’re doing something so fucking noble”

His eyes were cold and Y/N’s body went rigid. She could take a lot of shit, but not this. Not from him. Not after she'd been working her ass off for the past few months. Her fists clenched at her sides, her breath coming out a little uneven now. “You think this is a fucking excuse?” Her voice rose, the frustration bubbling over.

“You think I like being out all the time? You think I don’t wanna be home?”

“Yeah well you're never fucking around-”

“-Well, who do you think fucking pays for everything, huh?”

She snapped out voice loud and shaking. “Who pays for you? For the house? For the food in the fridge- oh, wait- there isn’t any, because I haven’t even had time to go shopping and no one else in this house fucking will! Who pays for the electricity? Who gives you money for gas so you can use that dumb ass bike out front? Who pays for you and all the Pogues when you go out? Who does all that- cause it’s not you oand it's definitely not dad”

JJ just stared at her, saying nothing.

The silence between them was thick, suffocating and Y/N was breathing heavily now, her entire body trembling from the outburst. Her chest rose and fell, emotions crashing over her like a wave she couldn’t escape from.

“Jesus”

She mumbled to herself hands coming up to cover her face angrily as she turned away from the boy trying to keep her composure, she could feel the lump rising in the back of her throat. When she looked up to the blonde boy in front of her,

He was just standing there, frozen simply looking at her.

Y/N’s eyes closed for a moment looking away once more, her hand instinctively running over her brow in an attempt to calm herself, but the anger and frustration were still boiling inside her. She was so fucking tired- tired of fighting, tired of being the one holding everything together but still being seen as a shitty sister. Her shoulders sagged as she exhaled slowly, trying to regain some sense of control over herself. But before she could collect her thoughts, the door creaked open.

Luke stumbled in, smelling of alcohol and smoke, his breath heavy with the stench of both. He was swaying slightly, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his hand. His bloodshot eyes fixed on them, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Little family meeting and I wasn’t invited?"

He slurred, the words dripping with disdain. Y/N’s stomach churned. She didn’t have the strength for this. Not tonight. Not after she'd literally just ripped her brother to shreds. JJ was the first to react, his voice low,

"Dad just go to bed"

His voice a little weary as he spoke to the man. Luke’s bloodshot eyes flickered to JJ, and he sneered unimpressed, 

"Little hero trying to save the day huh?" 

His voice was thick with slurred sarcasm. Y/N pressed her nails harshly into her palms trying to shake off the dizziness that seemed to cloud her mind. She muttered, half to herself, but her voice was tight with frustration.

"It's nothing, just leave i-" 

"-I need some money" 

Luke’s attention shifted to her, his stance unsteady but focused as he spoke out, his voice dripping with entitlement. Y/N let out a quiet sigh, she knew where this was going, and she didn’t have the patience for it. She didn’t want to deal with this, but Luke was stumbling closer, relentless. As if on instinct JJ stepped forward, his body tensing as he saw what was coming. 

"Dad, stop" 

He spoke out firmly, trying to block Luke's path. But Luke shoved past him, shoulder bumping into the boys completely ignoring JJ’s warning, his face now dangerously close to Y/N's. He leaned in, his breath hot against her face. 

"C’mon, I know you got some," he sneered, "Don’t be selfish. Just give it to me."

"I don’t have any"

She spat, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue, but she was desperate for him to leave her alone, to leave them alone. Y/N’s teeth ground together as she watched his face, his eyes narrowing slightly unimpressed with her tone. Her chest tightened. Before she could react Luke’s hand shot out, grabbing her face roughly as she let out a small whimper, as he forced her to look at him, her own hand flying up to grip his wrist trying to pry him off her face.

"Don’t fucking lie to me" 

He growled, his grip tightening. JJ’s eyes flashed with concern, and he surged forward, shoving Luke back with a force that made the older man stumble. But Luke wasn’t backing down- he never had. He shoved JJ back, hard, the blonde boy loosing balance and harhsly hitting his back against the kitchen counter. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight, the sick feeling in her stomach instantly rising asshe saw JJ having to steady himself against the cold tiles of the counter.

"Don't interrupt when the adults are talking!" 

Luke barked, his voice filled with nothing but venom. Y/N felt a wave of panic rise in her chest now as the older man stumbled towards her brother once more, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. She couldn't let this escalate.

"Stop!"

She called out, the man whipping around at the sound of her voice. Her hands moved frantically to her pockets, pulling out the two crumpled fifty dollar bills she’d tucked away earlier before she'd left the club. Her fingers fumbled, shaking as she shoved it into Luke’s hand.

"Just—just leave him alone okay?"

She muttered through gritted teeth. "Take it and go."

Luke’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he grabbed the money, he turned on his heel as he made his way back through the front door, the wood slamming loudly on its hinges making the walls of the house shake. Her eye drifted over to her brother, whose eys were already on her, taking in teh reddend skin around her jaw. Y/N let out a small sigh, throat feeling tight as she turned on her heel, moving toward her bedroom. JJ called after her, his voice pleading.

"Y/N—"

"Let it go Jay"

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Y/N clocked out of her shift at the country club, the weight of another long day settling heavily on her shoulders as she slipped back into the driver seat of her car. Her mind raced- she’d just gotten off a long shift here, and the tension with JJ had been thick lately- after their argument the other day everything felt strained. She slipped her phone out of her bag the familiar hum vibrating in her hand.

Tommy (3)

She stared at the message for a few moments, biting her lip, the screen lighting up her face in the dim light of the parking lot.

Tommy  :  Club’s gonna be real busy 

Tommy  :  Need more girls than usual you free? 

Tommy  :  Pay's double.

The offer was tempting- the money would make a difference. She remembers the last time she got a message like this, she earned almost five hundred dollars for only two hours. She needed an escape- it wasn't like she was going to go home anyways. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment longer, then she let out a small breath, shutting her eyes for a brief second as if trying to push off all the weight off her chest. She placed the phone down and turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life beneath her. The sound filled the car, drowning out the noise in her head for just a moment. As she backed out of the parking lot and onto the quiet streets, her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, the familiar road ahead almost a comfort in its predictability.

The strip club was alive with the hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and bass-heavy music filling the air. The buzzing atmosphere was almost suffocating- Y/N navigated through the crowd, feeling that familiar feeling as she made her way toward the changing room. As she stepped through the door, the smell of perfume, hairspray, and a faint hint of alcohol hit her. The room was already packed with girls, some adjusting their outfits, others touching up their makeup. Naomi was perched on a bench in front of the mirror, her fingers running through her hair.

“Heyyyy girlfriend”

Y/N smiled at her greeting, slipping off her jacket and tossing it on the chair next to Naomi. The girl glanced up at her again, her eyes flickering with curiosity. “Busy night,” she said, her voice low,

“You’re not the only one who got the double-pay offer. Everyone’s here.”

Y/N gave a half-nod, her mind still processing the chaotic energy in the room. “What’s going on tonight?” she asked, trying to ignore the tension rising in her chest. She didn’t want to get caught up in the buzz she just wanted a good payout, but she had to ask. Naomi didn’t miss a beat.

“Your little boy toy-” she said with a knowing smile, a hint of a tease in her voice. “-and his friend are selling tonight. Big stuff, apparently.”

The mention of Rafe made Y/N freeze for a split second. It was subtle, but Naomi caught the shift in her posture—the way her shoulders tensed, the brief flicker of something in her eyes. She hadn’t seen him in days, and the thought of him brought a tightness to her chest- one she coudlnt explain. Y/N licked her lips, giving a slow nod. She didn’t trust herself to say anything.

There were too many feelings tangled up with his name.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled her heels out of her bag. The last thing she needed tonight was to deal with whatever Rafe had going in, yet she knew, deep down, she couldn’t avoid him forever. The music thudded louder as they walked out onto the main floor of the club. Y/N could feel every pair of eyes on her, the weight of their stares almost tangible as she moved through the crowd. She was wearing the tiniest skirt she could find, fishnets hugging her legs tightly, and a little tie top that showed just enough to catch anyone’s attention. That’s when they bumped into Tommy, who was leaning against a pillar near a busy booth. He looked up, a grin spreading across his face when he saw them.

“Just who I’ve been looking for,” he said, his voice laced with the usual business-like tone that masked the eagerness in his eyes.

“Ladies, I need you two for a duet in the far left booth.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped as she glanced over, recognizing that booth as the one Rafe and Barry usually occupied when they were selling. It was one of the higher-paying spots. Naomi didn’t seem to notice, or care. She gave Y/N a quick look, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she nudged her playfully with her shoulder.

“You better shake your ass on me like your life depends on it”

Naomi said, her voice low enough that only Y/N could hear. Y/N let out ana mused hum and although thought of being in Rafe’s vicinity again made her somewhat nervous, she quickly pushed the feeling down. She didn’t have time to second-guess herself. She couldn’t afford to. Not with this much money on the line anyways.

“Trust me, I will”

She said back, her voice steady, though there was a tightness in her chest that she couldn’t ignore. They made their way toward the booth, and with every step, Y/N could feel her pulse quicken, the familiar sense of tension rising in her. It wasn’t just the job. It was him. When they got closer to the booth, Naomi didn’t waste a second. She immediately slid onto Barry’s lap, her movements smooth and confident. Her hands traced down his chest as she leaned in close, her voice low,

"Hey, I’m Bambi"

"Shi, Bambi huh?"

Barry’s grin stretched wider as he raised an eyebrow. He laughed, clearly impressed. His hands were already reaching for the waistband of her panties, slipping cash into the band as she giggled, a carefree sound escaping her lips. Meanwhile, Y/N stood there, watching them for a moment, her heart pounding. The energy was thick, the music pulsing with a new rhythm that seemed to spread through her veins.

But as the beat dropped, her gaze shifted to Rafe.

He was sprawled back on the booth, leaning against the backrest, his legs spread wide and his arms casually crossed, biceps straining against the material. His posture was so damn confident, like he owned the place. His eyes flicked up toward her, and for a second and she froze, not sure how to approach him. The past few days of silence between them hung in the air like a thick fog. But just as quickly as the hesitation struck, she pushed it away. Instead of walking over to him, Y/N turned toward the pole at the centre of the booth, where the soft glow of the lights hit her skin just right. A new song started, the beat smooth and seductive, and she felt the music pull her into its rhythm. She slipped toward it, her fingers brushing against the cool metal as she took a deep breath. The familiar motion of her body flowing with the music was comforting, even if her nerves were still buzzing.

Her body swayed to the rhythm, her movements smooth and fluid as she gripped the pole. Her hips swivelled, hands trailing over her body in the same hypnotic rhythm. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rafe- his gaze fixed on her, his eyes following her every move, a smirk tugging at his lips and she couldn’t help but feel the heat of his stare, the intensity in it that seemed to burn straight through her. His head tilted slightly, his lips parting as he watched her, as if the world had stopped just for him to witness this. His presence was heavy, and it made her pulse quicken in ways she wasn’t sure she could control.

But then Bambi was there, slipping up beside her, her body just as fluid and confident. She didn’t need words, just the familiar energy they often shared up on the stage. They moved together like they had done this a thousand times before- two bodies locked in perfect sync. Naomi’s hands slid up Y/N’s waist from behind, pulling her closer, their bodies grinding against each other in a perfect duet. Y/N's heart raced as Naomi’s lips brushed against her ear, her breath warm against her skin. They moved together, hands all over each other, teasing, pulling, snapping straps against skin as though their bodies were made to fit together.

Bambi’s fingers trailed down the girl’s spine, as she turned her around both of them now facing eachother. Without hesitation Y/N ran her hands over the girls soft skin, lowering herself down her body before she dropped to her knees in front of the girl. Rafe perked up in his seat eyes glued to the two of them on the stage, yet his focused was set on one more than the other- solely on her. Bambi's hand ran over the top of Y/N's hair and in response the girl arched her back running her hands up from the girls glittering heels to her soft thighs looking up at her from where she knelt on the ground. Bambi let out a playful smile as the whistles from the crowd around them grew louder, a few guys tossing money in their direction, clearly more interested in the show than the drugs being sold.

Rafe’s eyes never left Y/N, he couldn't draw them away even if he wanted to. His teeth ground against eachother, his gaze heavy, fingers tapped on the edge of the booth. The music finally began to fade as the dance came to a close and bills flew past, landing on the floor around the girls. Naomi sent Y/N a kiss, her chest rising and falling with the adrenaline, before she pulled back, a playful wink thrown in her direction as she picked up a few of the fifty dollar bills.

"Thanks for paying for my rent this month"

Rafe had moved now, his back straight as he leaned forward, sitting at the edge of the booth, his posture tense. His eyes were still following the girl standing on the raised platform- but then a guy who had just bought some coke from Barry next to them caught his attention. He was fiddling with the small baggie in his hand, his eyes trailing up and down Y/N’s body with a lecherous grin on his face. He licked his lips, his eyes lingering on her for a beat too long, then he turned to Rafe, the smirk never leaving his face.

“How much for her?” he asked, his voice low but confident as he gestured over to Y/N,

“For a private session?”

As soon as the words left him lips Rafe's jaw clenched, a low scowl pulling at his features as he fixed his eyes on the guy. Without a second thought, he spat out in a cold and cutting tone,

“She’s not for sale.”

The words hit harsh and unforgiving, and Rafe didn’t even give the guy a chance to respond before he stood up and shoved past the man without a glance, his movement swift and purposeful as he made his way towards Y/N. She looked up to find Rafe standing next to her, his gaze running over her, sharp and unreadable. The scowl on his face had softened a little, but there was still something dark in his eyes, something she couldn't fully decipher.

She didn't want to anyways- didn't want to try and understand it... undertsand him

"I want a private session."

His words cut through the air like a knife, his voice low and dangerous. The girl's jaw clenched tighter at the words, an uneasy mixture of anger and something else bubbling beneath the surface. She couldn’t pinpoint it. She didn’t know what to feel anymore when it came to him, she didn’t know where she stood with him, and it made her stomach churn. Naomi overheard from behind her and, with a grin, snuck up close, chin resting lightly on Y/N’s shoulder.

"She’d love to do that for you, wouldn’t you, bunny?"

She teased, the playful tone almost mocking in its innocence. Y/N was still glaring at Rafe, not able to tear her eyes away from him, she didn’t even know how to navigate the mess he'd tangled her in, but this?

This wasn’t what she needed.

Private sessions weren;t anything new. She used to do them all the time, that was before Rafe supposedly banned her from doing so. Either way, it was the nature of the business, and she’d done her fair share. Yet with him- she wasn't sure she wanted to cross that line. But when Rafe spoke again, his offer surprised her, his voice cold as he cut through her thoughts:

"I’ll pay triple."

Naomi’s eyes widened at the offer, clearly taken aback by the amount of money Rafe was willing to throw around. Y/N’s irritation flared—triple? Seriously? She couldn’t even figure out if he was trying to piss her off or if he genuinely wanted a session with her, and that pissed her off even more. Pushing down her frustration, Y/N finally looked away from him, her expression hardening as she nodded stiffly.

"Fine."

Her voice was sharp, but she quickly turned away, heading toward the private rooms, the sound of her heels echoing on the floor as she walked. Rafe followed close behind her, his footsteps deliberate. When they reached the door, she stopped and turned to face him, her hand resting on the door handle. She glanced at him and with a flick of her wrist, she opened the door and gestured inside with a stiff movement.

“After you.”

Rafe didn’t move for a second, his gaze still intense, but eventually, he stepped inside. Y/N turned, taking the little sign by the door and flipping it, the outline of a woman visible now, signaling the start of the session. She moved inside with him, her heart pounding as she shut the door behind her, the heavy silence between them deafening. The bass from the music thumped through the walls of the private room, vibrating the air with its pulse as Y/N stepped in, the door clicking shut behind her. The dim lighting made the space feel smaller, more intimate, as she looked toward Rafe. He was already sitting in the middle of one of the big leather chairs, his posture wide, almost arrogantly so. His thighs spread a little, his eyes focused on her, hungry, predatory.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her cool, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. She didn’t show him the nerves that crept up her spine- no, she wasn’t going to let him see that. As she got closer, Rafe’s hand extended toward her, patting his lap. The simple gesture made her stomach flip in a way she refused to acknowledge. She hesitated for only a moment before straddling his lap, the heat between them palpable. His eyes locked onto hers as she settled in.

"I'm waiting"

A slow, deliberate roll of her hips immediately answered his demand. She could feel his breath hitch, his hands coming up to rub over her thighs, the touch warm and possessive. She braced her hands on his shoulders, the grip tight as she moved again, the rhythm of her body building with the pounding beat of the music. Rafe hummed under his breath, clearly satisfied. His hands slid up, teasing the skin of her inner thigh, fingertips brushing the edges of her skirt.

"Not seen you in a while Bunny"

He muttered, voice low and rich with something close to amusement as his head leaned back agaisnt the chair. Y/N smirked, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

"Not long enough."

His lips curled into a smirk at that, but there was something deeper behind his eyes. As he spoke, his tone almost as if he was savouring the moment.

"Missed that bitchy attitude of yours"

Y/N’s gaze remained locked with his, her body swaying in time with the music, but her mind was elsewhere. Her fingers dug into his shoulders slightly, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he pulled her in closer with every roll of her hips. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the weight of it settling on her skin causing it to prickle. It only fuelled her determination to make him feel something.

To make him sweat under the same intensity she felt.

His hand slid up her body, sliding over her hips, pausing at the soft skin of her waist before making its way to the centre of her top, fingers lingering by the bow of the material keeping her tits covered. Before she could react, his fingers curled around the soft cotton, tugging at the tie letting the material fall open in response to the action. Y/N bit her tongue, swallowing down her snarky comment, instead her hands came up to pull the top off- revealing the smallest bikini top she owned. It barely covered anything, the triangles of fabric just barely containing her tits. Rafe's eyes flicked down, his gaze darkening as he let out a hum, much deeper than the last. His thumb ran over the edge of the triangle shaped fabric, skimming along the soft swell of her breast.

His hands then slid lower to her hips, pulling her down just a little closer against him. His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her skin as he guided her movements, making sure she felt the full weight of his presence beneath her. He leaned in closer, the heat of his breath washing over her neck, sending a small shiver down her spine. She swallowed, the knot in her throat tightening as he whispered to her,

"Did you miss me, Bunny?"

Y/N’s breath caught, her pulse quickening at the sound of his voice- low, teasing, so incredibly close to her skin. Her body felt hot suddenly, like the room had sweltered into something far more intense. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way, not with him, not with everything that had already passed between them. Her mind raced, and for a brief moment, she couldn't answer. She was caught off guard by the sudden surge of heat flooding her body. The question hung in the air like a weight, as if the answer would say more about her than she wanted it to. She cleared her throat, struggling to steady her pulse as his lips brushed just underneath her ear. The tension between them seemed to stretch, thickening with every passing second. She managed a tight, almost defensive response.

"No"

She said, her voice betraying her own uncertainty as she shifted slightly, the heat between them still uncomfortably intense. Rafe didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer again, forcing her to face him, to meet his gaze. There was something dangerous in his eyes- a challenge- but also something else, something far more complicated. He smirked, as though he knew exactly what was going on inside her head, leaning back slightly as he watched her, his gaze never leaving her face.

"I don’t believe you"

He said, his voice low, amusement dancing in his eyes. Y/N felt her stomach twist. She stopped her movements abruptly, the music shifting into a new beat that only seemed to heighten the tension between them and her breath seemed to be heavier now. She could feel the weight of his stare as his fingers trailed down to toy with the hem of her skirt, teasing her with every slight tug of the fabric. He tilted his head, his eyes still locked on her, as though he were reading her every move. He spoke casually, voice dripping with an almost confident sweetness.

"My offer still stands you know..."

"What?"

Y/N blinked, confusion flickering in her gaze. Rafe leaned in just a little, his lips curving into that familiar cocky grin.

"Come back to Tannyhill with me..."

He said, his voice quieter now, but still laced with that undeniable edge. Her stomach dropped, and she shook her head, already pushing herself off of him, feeling that familiar heat rise to her face.

"No"

She said firmly, her tone cold, her chest tight with irritation. Rafe wasn’t done, though. As she moved away from him, his hands shot out to grab her wrists, keeping her close to him and her hands had to come out to steady herself against his chest. His fingers wrapped around her skin like a vice, but not harsh—more like a silent ask for her attention, for her response. He coaxed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"C'mon Y/N- any price you give me"

"No," she repeated, her jaw clenched, her voice rising,

"No- what do you even- no- Rafe just, just stop"

But he wasn’t letting it go even though she was done. She pulled away from him, her chest tight as she turned toward the door. Rafe’s voice followed her as she walked.

"You know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want"

He said, the words hanging in the air between them. Y/N froze, her hand resting on the door handle. She turned around, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah? Well, that makes it so much better, doesn’t it?"

She shot back, her voice thick with bitter irony. Rafe didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He only leaned back against the booth with a slight shrug. "Well," he said slowly, his tone a little too calm,

"I’m not gonna change my mind."

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, her hands tightening around the handle. She shot him one last, heated glance before responding, her voice sharp and firm.

"Yeah? Well, neither will I"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She walked out of the club, her trainers scuffing against the pavement in the quiet night air, each step louder than the last. The neon lights from the strip club still flickered in the distance, but she was done. She had clocked out early, barely able to keep herself together after that confrontation with Rafe. Her blood was boiling, and her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles ached. She could still feel the heat of his touch, the way his words had wormed their way under her skin.

He had that effect on her- always had.

Y/N chewed on the thought as she crossed the parking lot, heading for her car. It was complicated. She hated what he made her feel. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to get under her skin, and it made her want to scream. Yet, at the same time, part of her didn’t want to walk away, even though her stomach twisted at the thought of him. She hated that she couldn’t escape the pull he had on her. He was everything she didn’t want. And still, there she was, thinking about him when she could be focusing on anything else. Her thoughts were swirling as she made her way to her car, trying to push away the lingering feeling of his presence. She’d never been so conflicted in her life. She slid her bag into the trunk of the car, the weight of the night still pressing down on her, and just as she was about to shut the boot, a voice interrupted her.

"Hey! Hey, excuse me!"

She paused and looked up, her jaw tightening as she saw a guy walking toward her. He was dressed well, too well for someone she'd expect to see around here, and there was something about the way his pupils were blown wide that immediately caught her attention. "Um, yeah?" she responded, clearly annoyed, her arms folding across her chest.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh uh, you're Bunny, right?"

The guy seemed a little flustered as he stopped in front of her, running a hand through his hair, a nervous energy radiating off him. Y/N let out a small sigh, rolling her eyes to herself, her fingers gripping the edge of the trunk.

"Look, I’m not working anymore..."

The guy blinked, quickly recovering, "Oh—oh right. Well, will you be back tonight or…?"

"No, I'm done for the night"

She replied curtly, closing the trunk with a firm click. She was done with the whole night, with the club, and especially with thinking about Rafe. "Right, right," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly trying to find his words.

"I saw you inside, and… I just wanted to say you were..."

"I was…?"

She trailed off, her patience already wearing thin. Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other, not really in the mood for small talk. He spoke, his voice a little too eager, his words almost slurring slightly as if he'd had a few too many drinks.

"...you were really good"

"Thanks"

She muttered, already turning to head for her driver's door, hoping he'd take the hint. But no, he was still following her, his steps quickening as he tried to keep up. "You see," he continued,

"I was inside, and I was talking to that guy and I was going to ask you for a priv—"

"-Look, this is really nice of you and all, but I really just wanna get home."

She cut him off before he could finish, her tone sharp. The guy stopped, his face falling slightly as he realized she wasn’t interested. He gave a small nod, raising his hands a little. But he didn't move. Y/N turned to face the guy again as he didn’t back off. He was still standing a few steps away, an uncomfortable eagerness in his stance.

"I'll pay you well"

He said, trying to sound persuasive, his voice a little more insistent. She scoffed, shaking her head. Her voice was thick with disbelief, the last thread of patience she had snapping.

"Are you for real right now?"

"Come on, I’ll pay you double."

He stepped a little closer, his eyes scanning her like and Y/N’s jaw tightened, her fingers gripping the handle of the car door as she stood between the two cars taking a step back, trying to put distance between them.

"Just back off man"

But he didn’t listen and instead took another step forward, clearly ignoring every signal she was giving him, and she felt the anger building in her chest.

"I fucking said, back up!"

She snapped, her voice cold and sharp. The guy hesitated for just a second, but then his eyes hardened, the uncomfortable edge of desperation turning into something intimidating. 

He clearly wasn’t backing off

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[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or how reader made a friend in the most unconventional way.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another,, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i hope you guys like this! i'm considering making this into a series; if i do, i think i'd do it the same way this fic is, aka some narration but mostly 'chatting' between rafe and reader. anyway, let me know if you want it to continue!! i've been feeling down for a few weeks now, so something simple and fun like this was a good way to get back into the flow of writing.

i thought about making this a smau, but doing the chats like this feels more authentic to the 2000s chatroom experience y’know

you were sitting on your bed, your laptop open on a website called KildareUChats, a website that was apparently meant for the students of your university to be able to anonymously chat with other students, your friend having told you to give it a try, knowing that it’d be difficult for you to do in person.

you didn't really see the point of it; although your social circle was in no way huge, you were happy enough with it, really. never having been great with new people, you'd made three friends on your freshman year of college and simply stuck to them. it didn't help that whenever you tried to talk to someone new, it felt like someone was choking you.

but this was online. the person on the other side would never know who you are, and you'd never have to actually be face-to-face with them. your cursor moved to hover over the 'REGISTER' button, and you filled the page out with your basic information, name, school email, birth date... but when the website asked for a username, you couldn't help but purse your lips as you looked around your dorm room, from the fairy lights you'd hung up on walls that now glowed in a yellowish hue, to the several books stacked on the floor, to the dead roses on your desk...

but when your eyes landed on your nightstand, you spotted a book of poems by edgar allan poe, and your lips quirked up into a small smile. after you typed the name 'AnnabelLee' into the username field, a green check mark appeared next to it to signify it was available.

after setting a password, you were redirected to a page that said 'WELCOME TO KILDAREUCHATS AnnabelLee! CLICK HERE IF YOU WISH TO CONNECT WITH A RANDOM STRANGER!'. you clicked the button, your cursor turning into a circle for a moment as it loaded, before you were redirected to a chatroom with a pop-up.

KILDAREUCHATS IS CONNECTING YOU TO A STRANGER...

KILDAREUCHATS HAS CONNECTED YOU! REMEMBER TO TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED <3 SAY HI!

you stared at your computer screen, biting into your lower lip. you had no idea what you were supposed to say; outside of the people you already knew, you were helpless when talking to people, the words always getting stuck in your throat, or vanishing from your mind. angel's white fur blended in with your white sheets as your hand moved to absentmindedly stroke her, the little cat purring in her sleep. but before your hand could dart out to type something on your laptop, a message appeared on the screen.

STRANGER: heyy

taking in a deep breath, you shook your head, as if shaking all doubts and worries out of it. the site was anonymous; that was the whole point. and your therapist told you, that for your social anxiety to get better, you should try go socialize. mingle. you took the bottle of cheap white wine you'd snuck into your dorm, taking a large swig straight out of the bottle before setting it back down, your hands flying to your keyboard.

YOU: hi :)

STRANGER: wsp?

YOU: ...wasp?

STRANGER: lmao no... what's up?

YOU: sorry, i'm not good with that kind of lingo haha. YOU: nothing much. i'm hanging out with my cat.

STRANGER: damn, do you have an off-campus apartment or something?

YOU: nope :) YOU: don't tell my ra.

STRANGER: shit you have a CAT in your dorm?

YOU: if you tell on me, i'm gonna have to hunt you down and kill you.

STRANGER: lucky for you this is anonymous STRANGER: and i'm not a snitch lmao STRANGER: so, what are you doing on this thing at 12am on a friday night? no hot parties?

YOU: honestly, i think i'd rather put a noose around my neck than go to a party. YOU: i'm just in my room drinking wine. decided to try this site after my friend suggested it. YOU: what about you?

STRANGER: damn, kinky STRANGER: i do have a 'hot party' to go to but i also have an essay due in nine hours and the prof already hates my ass

YOU: so you decided to not write your essay and instead procrastinate by chatting with some random stranger?

STRANGER: exactly! you get it STRANGER: if i even have my laptop in front of me, i'm counting that as me writing my essay

YOU: what's it about?

STRANGER: what kind of a role religion has when it comes to politics and shit

YOU: and let me guess, that's not a topic you enjoy studying in your free time?

STRANGER: you know me so well already

YOU: if it helps, i'm also studying. or, procrastinating studying. YOU: i have a chemistry exam on monday :(

STRANGER: ...and you're studying for it on a friday already? STRANGER: i just read for exams a few minutes before they start STRANGER: compared to me you're like a genius

YOU: eyeroll. YOU: and that's why you have trouble writing an essay! YOU: you're probably missing out on a keg stand at your 'hot party'.

STRANGER: i can't believe you're making fun of the art of the stand

YOU: you'll live.

STRANGER: how do you know? maybe i'm the god of the kegstand and every time a human loses faith in me, i grow weaker

YOU: are you? YOU: oh sacred frat god? YOU: shall i make an offering for you at your altar? would that appease your distaste towards me?

STRANGER: you shall

YOU: okay, how about these for an offering: YOU: a white claw, a buzz ball, a red solo cup with a strange mixture of different kinds of alcohols, and a vape pen?

STRANGER: those appease me much, mere mortal STRANGER: also mango-flavored juul pods

YOU: you're so weird.

STRANGER: says the person who's hanging with her cat on a friday night

YOU: how do you figure i'm a her?

STRANGER: oh please STRANGER: no man would disrespect the fine art of the keg stand

YOU: got me there, frat boy.

STRANGER: that's very presumptuous STRANGER: i could just be a tomboy

YOU: please. YOU: if you're a girl then i'm sasquatch.

STRANGER: don't worry, i don't mind a little body hair

YOU: i hate you.

glancing at the clock on your wall, you'd realized that thirty minutes had already gone by. you let out a small sigh, rubbing your eyes.

YOU: i should get going. i can't keep procrastinating.

STRANGER: already?

YOU: what, are you gonna miss me or something?

STRANGER: hey, if i get a pic of bigfoot i'm gonna be making millions, i just have capitalistic tendencies

YOU: fair point.

STRANGER: you should add me as a friend

YOU: you can do that??? i thought this was an anonymous chat.

STRANGER: yeah you can lmao why else would you need to set a username STRANGER: i'll just do it

and soon enough, a pop-up appeared on your screen, with the text 'STRANGER HAS REQUESTED TO ADD YOU AS FRIEND.' along with the buttons 'ACCEPT' and 'DENY'.

you pursed your lips, your finger lingering over the touchpad, first dragging it over the button reading 'DENY', before you let out a sigh, taking a large swig from the bottle of wine, moving the cursor to 'ACCEPT' and pressing it before you could regret it.

the pop-up was now replaced with another one, reading 'CONGRATS AnnabelLee YOU ARE NOW FRIENDS WITH MalachiConstant' and when you read the stranger's name, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. you clicked the red 'x' that closed the pop-up, and the word STRANGER in your chat logs was now replaced by MalachiConstant.

YOU: really? vonnegut?

MalachiConstant: what? i don't seem like the type to read?

YOU: just surprising!

MalachiConstant: says the girl with the hard-on for poe MalachiConstant: which isn't surprising at all

YOU: har har. YOU: goodnight, weird vonnegut frat boy.

MalachiConstant: goodnight, weird poe girl

YOU HAVE LOGGED OUT OF KILDAREUCHATS.

[littlelamy]

𑄽𑄺 some aftercare headcanons: rafe taking care of your swollen parts

he always checks on you after "fuck—look at you, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with pride and concern. his fingers spread you open, and his brows furrow when he sees the way you're trembling, swollen, and a mix of his cum and your arousal still clinging to your thighs. "too much?" you shake your head, still breathless.

he doesn't believe you. he never does when you try to play it off. his hands are already moving, one soothing down your hip, the other reaching for a warm cloth he prepared beforehand because he knew he'd fuck you up like this. "baby," he murmurs, warm breath against your raw, overstimulated cunt. he presses the gentlest kiss to your clit, just enough to soothe,and not tease. "gonna clean you up, alright? don’t want you sore in the morning." he always does this. always.

his mouth soothes what his cock ruins he calls it an apology. a silent one, because there's no way in hell he's actually sorry—he likes seeing you like this, wrecked, thighs twitching, pussy swollen from how deep andhard he went, how rough he was. still he cares about how you feel. so he goes down, pressing kisses along your inner thighs, worshipful, whispering nonsense between each one. "good girl" kiss. "took me so fucking well" another kiss. "always do" and then his tongue finds your clit to soothe and leave a cooling relief against the ache he left behind.

"shh, i know, i know" his hands press down on your hips when you jolt, when you whimper from the sensitivity. he doesn't stop. he won't. not until he feels the tension drain from your muscles or until your breath evens out. he made you like this so he needs take care of it.

he massages you after, even if you're half-asleep "poor thing," he mutters, all low and soft, rolling his thumbs into your inner thighs, kneading the stiffness from them. "all shaky ‘cause of me, huh?" you hum something incoherent, barely awake, and he chuckles. but his hands don’t stop.

they move slow, deliberate, pressing into every sore spot, making sure you're loose and won’t be sore tomorrow—or at least less sore. you’ll still feel him. he likes that part. but he doesn’t want you hurting. eventually, he works his way up, rubbing soothing circles over your swollen clit, pressing featherlight kisses against your overstimulated cunt. "rest, baby" he whispers, tucking the blanket over you. "i got you."

he kisses your cunt like he kisses your lips no rush. no urgency. just pure affection. some nights, when he's not looking to fuck you into the mattress, he wants is to show you a little attention. he presses kisses along your mound, over your folds, unhurried. his lips find your clit, but not to make you moan—just to remind you that he cherishes every inch of you. "so pretty," he murmurs, between kisses. "so fucking perfect."

and when you're sore or aching or even when you're too sensitive to even think about more—he doesn’t ask for it. he just takes care of you. warms a cloth, wipes you down, presses the softest kisses between your legs before pulling you close.

tags (lmk if you want to be removed; using the list from my recent series): @rafesbabygirlx @namelesslosers @drewsephrry @maybanksangel @averyoceanblvd @iknowdatsrightbih @rafesheaven @anamiad00msday @ivysprophecy @wearemadeofstardust0 @rafesangelita @rafedaddy01 @bakugouswaif @skywalker0809 @vanessa-rafesgirl @evermorx89 @outerhills @ditzyzombiesblog @slavicangelmuah @alivinggirl @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lil-sparklqueen @rafessweetgirl @esquivelbianca @p45510n4f4shi0n @palomavz @cokewithcameron @donaldsonsgirl @yncoded @lilbunnysfics @solaceluna @icaqttt @alphabetically-deranged @bevstofu @wintercrows @emluvsuxo @rafestoothbrush @cadhlabear

[maybejj]

TWIN FLAMES PART 8

≪ masterlist ≫

SOCIAL MEDIA AU, 18+ MDNI

baby!daddy!rafe x pogue!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of getting high

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.

Notes: yeah.. yall are not going to like this one… anyways! this part is the same day as part 7 but in rafe’s POV so you may want to pay attention to the times in both parts… it kinda explains some things lol if anyone needs clarifying just message me or send an ask after reading ☺️

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

rafe convincing reader to stay at his house (the one in season four) and extra spoils her with her favorite things around the house, and even shows her the nursery he’s built

༄｡° building something real - rafe cameron

series masterlist

The sun was melting into the ocean, casting a warm glow over Rafe’s new beachfront house—a place he’d carved out on his own, far from Tanneyhill’s heavy echoes. You stood on the porch, arms crossed, your bags still in your car. You hadn’t committed to staying, not yet. Change loomed too large—the baby, your shifting world—and this house felt like one more leap you weren’t sure you could take. But Rafe was there, pacing in front of you, his usual sharpness softened into something tender, something that reminded you of the way he’d talked you down before, his voice gentle and sure.

“I know you’re scared,” he said, reading you like he always did, his blue eyes catching the last light of the day. “I get it—everything’s moving fast, with the baby, with us. But this—” he gestured to the house, the waves beyond it—“this isn’t more chaos. It’s a fresh start, like we talked about. For you, for me, for them.”

You stared at the horizon, not quite ready to meet his gaze. He’d convinced you once before, his words so caring they’d chipped away at your doubts about a house together. Now he was trying again. He stepped closer, taking your hand with a softness that still surprised you. “Come inside,” he murmured. “Let me show you.”

You let him guide you through the door, the scent of fresh paint and cedar hitting you as you entered the open living space. It was beautiful—big windows, warm tones, the ocean stretching out endlessly. Then you saw the pieces of you he’d tucked into it: your favorite books stacked on the counter, worn and loved; a bowl of those sour candies you craved lately; a blue throw blanket—your shade—draped over the couch; a speaker playing your playlist, soft and familiar.

“You did this?” you asked, voice quiet, tracing the edges of the blanket with your fingers.

“Yeah,” Rafe said, hands in his pockets, watching you closely. “I’ve been paying attention. I know change freaks you out right now—I get it, with the baby and everything. But I wanted this to feel like home, not just some new place. There’s more, though. Come with me.”

He led you down the hall, stopping at a closed door. Your heart thudded as he pushed it open, revealing a nursery.

Soft gray walls, a white crib with a starry mobile twirling above it, a rocking chair in the corner, a shelf of little books and plush toys, a crescent moon rug. On the wall, framed, was your ultrasound photo—the tiny shape of your baby. Tears sprang to your eyes, hot and sudden, spilling down your cheeks as your hand pressed to your mouth. It wasn’t just the room—it was Rafe, building this, night after night, for the life growing inside you.

“I built it,” he said, voice rough with emotion, stepping closer but giving you space. “For our baby. I’ve been working on it, trying to make it perfect. I know you’re worried about all the changes, but this—this is us starting fresh, together. I want them to have a real home. I want you to have that.”

You turned to him, tears blurring your vision, chest shaking as you tried to hold it together. Rafe’s face softened, a flicker of panic crossing it as he saw you cry. “Hey, I’m not great at this,” he said, hands hovering like he wasn’t sure if you’d want him to hold you. “But I’m trying. I want to be better—for you, for them. Stay with me. Let me take care of you, surround you with all the stuff you love. This isn’t about pushing you—it’s about us building something real.”

The ocean hummed through the open window, the nursery glowing in the fading light. You stood there, tears streaming, caught between the fear of change and the man who’d somehow made it feel safe. He wasn’t rushing you, wasn’t demanding—just waiting, eyes locked on yours, showing you he meant every word.

©RAFESGREASYCURTAINBANGS ⋆˙⟡ est. 2025

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ rafe recording you — his own personal pornstar.

warnings — 18+. MDNI | video taping during intimate moments (consensual), unprotected p in v, degradations & praises, slight humiliation, hint of shy!reader.

cherie's note — can't stop thinking about how rafe would definitely have a picture of you half-naked in his wallet, and how his camera roll would be filled with lewd videos of his pretty girl. <3

your face burned with shame.

the glow of his iphone camera light flickered over your exposed body, catching the glint of sweat that clung to your flushed skin.

if this video ever got out, your life would be over — but rafe wouldn't let that happen.

not over his dead fuckin' body.

a shaky hand covers your face, embarrassment pooling in the pit of your stomach, mixed with something else — something more sinister, and disgusting. pure arousal. your cheeks were tainted a darker shade of red with each second that passed, creeping down your neck. goosebumps wander your skin, the feeling of being watched, being exposed, eating you raw.

his thrusts are lazy, trying to find a steady rhythm while making sure to hold a good angle for the camera. each time his hips meet yours, the spongy tip of his cock nudges against your cervix, sending your eyes rolling.

"nah," he shakes his head, "don't cover your face — show the camera just how much of a cockslut you are for me, pretty baby." his free hand grips onto your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. letting out a soft, shaky moan, the camera had picked up every single pathetic little noise that fell from your swollen lips. "shit, can't wait to watch this back, you look fucking perfect."

softly letting go of your wrists, his hand gropes feverishly on the soft skin of your chest, kneading the fat of your breasts in his hand, before delivering a sharp slap against the flesh. you squealed at the contact, withering under him, but it was no use. not when his hips pinned you down against the mattress — not when you were silently begging for him.

the camera pans down to where your bodies conjoin, rafe's impressive length glistening with the unmistakable sight of your arousal. the squelching sounds echoing off of the walls of his bedroom were unmistakable, each gush crisp and clearly captured through the built-in microphone.

there was no going back from this — not anymore.

rafe's jaw tenses, acutely aware of the burning in his abdomen with each of his moves inside of you. his thick cock twitches — once, twice... before he's staggering to slide himself out of you, painting your tummy with his sticky seed. the sight alone has your pussy clenching, whining out at the sudden emptiness inside of you.

he pants out, tuckered out from his spent. your boyfriend's long index finger reaches out to scoop some of his semen, collecting it on the tip, before moving it towards your mouth.

eagerly, you wrap your lips around the digits — the taste familiar, and delicious, salty and sweet laced together with perfection. "yeah..." he laughs quietly, cruel and degrading, "you dirty bitch. clean that shit up for me, show the camera how eager y'are to please me, baby."

[coryndoll]

stop i loved the other zoey but this is still so creative. it EATS SM. + twinning title w my series too !! i luv

FORGET ME NOT

𝚂4!𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝚇 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

Summary: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚊, 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜- 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝-𝚖𝚎-𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍.

a/n: 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚉𝚘𝚎𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗. - 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚄 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 🩵 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 @littlelamy 𝚊𝚗𝚍 @nemesyaaa 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 🩷🩷🩷

1.4k words 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 1 -> 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2 -> 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 3

The first thing Rafe Cameron registers when he wakes is the weight in his chest. It’s heavy, suffocating, like a phantom pressure pressing him into the hospital bed. His body aches, throbs in places he doesn’t remember injuring, but it’s his mind that feels the most bruised. There’s a fog there, thick and disorienting, clouding the edges of something important. Something he should remember.

Sarah’s voice breaks through the haze. “Rafe?”

She sounds uncertain, like she’s not sure whether she wants him awake or still lost in unconsciousness. When he forces his eyes open, she’s sitting beside him, the soft beeping of hospital monitors filling the silence.

The Pogues are here too, John B, Kie, Pope. But JJ is missing. They hover near the door, watching him like he’s some wild animal that might lash out at any second. He should care about that. He should have something to say, some sharp remark locked and loaded. But the words never come.

His family- the only thing he has close to family- are here, but the emptiness in his chest only grows. Something is missing. No, someone is missing. He doesn’t bring it up. He doesn’t know how to.

Days pass in a blur of doctor visits and cautious conversations. He learns about the accident in Morocco, how he barely made it, how they thought he wouldn’t wake up. They fill in the gaps, but the more they talk, the more the unease festers inside him. Because there’s something else, something no one is mentioning. A voice that lingers at the edge of his consciousness. A touch he can almost feel. He faintly remembers the way someone used to call him their “blue-eyed boy,” but his brain just can’t let him remember their face.

Two weeks in the hospital, and Rafe is finally discharged. Sarah and John B drive him home, the car ride filled with a tense silence he doesn’t bother breaking. The moment they pull into the driveway, he steps out, moving toward the front door with a sense of urgency—like he’s expecting something. Someone.

But when he steps inside, he’s met with nothing but emptiness.

The house is exactly as he left it. The sterile white walls, hung with generic paintings, the faint hum of the refrigerator, the untouched furniture. It feels as if this place was never a home. All of the warmth has been sucked out of it. But something is different.

His gaze drifts to the kitchen, where a bouquet of dead blue forget-me-nots sits in the center of the island.

A strange, sinking feeling grips him as he steps closer. The brittle petals have begun to fall, scattering across the marble countertop. Beside the bone-dry vase, his mother’s ring rests in delicate contrast, the cool metal catching the dim light. But it’s the note balanced on the rim that sends a sharp ache through his chest.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I never meant to hurt you. I loved you, Rafe. I truly did. You don’t have to forgive me… but please, never forget me.”

No name. No clue as to who left it.

His fingers tighten around the paper, frustration building beneath his skin. He wasn’t supposed to forget. That accident, the one that knocked him unconscious, stole something from him—someone from him. And now, all he has are the remnants of a memory just out of reach.

He doesn’t understand the note. He doesn’t know who wrote it.

But he needs to find out.

Rafe runs a hand through his short hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin. He feels crazy. Like he’s grasping at shadows, chasing ghosts.

Whoever you were, whoever left those flowers, that note, you weren’t just a passing memory. He can feel it.

But there’s nothing. No hint of another presence in the house. No clothes that aren’t his, no forgotten perfume lingering in the air, no photographs tucked away in drawers. It’s like you never existed at all.

His fingers tighten around the edge of his dresser, knuckles going white. “Why can’t I remember?” The question runs rampant through his mind. The thought makes his chest ache. He wasn’t supposed to wake up like this—with missing pieces, with someone slipping through the cracks of his mind.

He exhales sharply, turning back to his bed. And that’s when he sees it.

His journal.

It’s sitting on his nightstand, undisturbed, its leather cover slightly worn from years of use. Rafe doesn’t even remember the last time he wrote in it, but his hands move on instinct, flipping it open. He skims through old entries—frustrations with his father, reckless nights, half-formed thoughts scribbled out in sharp, uneven handwriting.

Then he finds something different.

The writing is neater here. More intentional. His breath catches as he scans the words.

“You drive me fucking insane. And yet, I can’t stay away from you.”

“You called me your blue-eyed boy again today. I acted like it annoyed me, but the truth is… I don’t think anyone’s ever said my name the way you do.”

“I think I love you.”

Rafe’s heart pounds. His own words stare back at him, mocking his inability to remember who they were meant for.

He flips the page, searching for more, for some kind of clue. But the next entry is smudged, as if it had been hastily wiped away. And the ones after that—blank.

Like he never got the chance to write the rest of the story.

Jaw clenched, he shuts the journal. This isn’t over. Whoever you were, whatever you meant to him—he’s going to find out.

He has to.

Rafe pushes back from his desk, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. His head is spinning, frustration crawling under his skin like an itch he can’t scratch. He needs answers.

And he needs his damn phone.

He starts tearing through the house, checking the kitchen counters, the couch cushions, even the pockets of the jacket he wore when he left the hospital. Nothing. It’s not here.

His hands twitch at his sides, his breath coming faster. Where the hell did he last have it?

Then, a flicker of memory.

“You lost it in the wreck.”

Sarah’s voice echoes in his head. She’d told him that when they were leaving the hospital, casually dropping it into conversation like it wasn’t a big deal. But now, it is a big deal. If his phone is still out there, it could hold something—messages, photos, something that proves you were real.

His gaze darts to the hospital bag Sarah had given him. He grabs it, rummaging through the crumpled papers inside until he finds his discharge forms. At the top, just like she said, is her number scrawled in small, neat handwriting.

He takes the office phone off the hook, dialing quickly. The ringing drags on for a few beats before she finally picks up.

“Hey, Rafe, is everything okay?”

He hesitates. He doesn’t want her to think he’s losing it, even though it feels that way.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. How’s everyone doing since JJ’s not there?”

Sarah sighs on the other end. “It’s weird, but we’re getting through it… it’s not like we have a choice.”

Rafe nods absently, running a hand through his hair. “Can I ask you a quick question?”

“Of course. Go ahead.”

He swallows, suddenly unsure if he even wants to hear the answer. But he forces himself to ask anyway. “Do you remember anything about my life before Morocco? Or… anyone?”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Rafe, we only spoke right before we left. I mean, I’ve seen you out and around with a girl before, but I don’t know who she was. I don’t even know if you were actually together.”

His stomach twists. That’s it? That’s all she knows?

“I see. Okay, thanks.”

“You sure you’re okay?” she asks, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, I’ll, uh… talk to you later.”

The line goes dead.

Rafe lets out a sharp breath, rubbing a hand over his face. He’s exhausted—mentally, physically. And for now, he needs to shut his mind off before it drives him insane.

He heads to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot stream of water. He lets it wash over him, but no matter how much he tries to clear his thoughts, the question remains.

Someone has to know who you are.

And if he once thought he loved you- if you meant that much- then somehow, some way, he has to remember.

tags + some moots <3

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[onsraas]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

┊rafe cameron x reader

summary: rafe and his best friend who are now entangled in a friends-with-benefits situation after a careless bet, and realizing that dealing with feeling is not as easy they thought.

warning(s): explicit content ahead!! though there’s no outright smut but there is heavy language and connotations. kind of humorous in the beginning but angty-ish in the end. smoking. nakedness. 3rd person narrative.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: been over a year since I last posted here, but I’ve been working on this one for months, yet I couldn’t find the perfect way to end it. If you want a pt. 2 just lemme know.

ps. reblogging helps a lot.

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"You do know that anyone could see you, right?" She remarks, though he makes no signs that he's actually heard her as his back is given her.

Rafe is butt naked, facing the now lonely beach, out in the deck where anyone could see him if it were not to be 2 a.m.

She soon realizes though, that he's not alone, but accompanied by his cigars, and the intoxicating scent makes her body tingle under the borrowed clothes. "What ya doing?" She said once beside him.

He barely looks at her as he says, "I'm having a party back here, can't you see?" A smirk plastered across his face, while he inhaled deep into the cigarette he held between his index and middle finger.

"Jerk." She mutters, already used to his irony but bugged either way. She reaches for the pack of cigarettes, looking for one of her own, but was met with the disappointing view of its emptiness. "You fucking addict," she jokes. "you didn't even leave me one."

Rafe's smirk is still there when he looks at her scowling face. "Take this one," he hands the cylinder for her to grab, expecting her to grab it eagerly, and is nothing but correct. "I've already had two, either way."

"How long have you been here, anyway?" She says, sounding like a kid speaking with their mouth full, but instead it's an adult with a dangling cigarette between her lips. And if it were up to Rafe, he'd choose to stop staring at those.

"You were in the bathroom a while." Waking himself from the distracting sight of her, he responded. He knew that if he kept looking he'd only get a boner, and second rounds were not part of the deal. Besides, it's not like he could hide it with his still completely naked form.

"Well, I was washing away your bodily fluids, thank you very much." She was so oblivious on Rafe's attempt to warn her away from anything that reminded him of them having sex. "By the way, these clothes were what I could find. I'll give them back before I leave."

"That's alright." It was anything but alright. By this clothes, she was referring to one of his shirts and a pair of shorts that looked huge on her, and yet he had to find it hot.

She started to realize it too. How so not alright it was. It showed a level of intimacy neither of them wanted to get to. Or at least Rafe didn't, and his flushed face was no longer hard to recognize.

Their deal started when both of them, tipsy, decided to give each other some confessions, "only to set the friendship better into place." They'd said, as if years of friendship weren't enough.

When she confessed that no man had ever made her come, Rafe couldn't help but take that as seriously as one could a confession from a tipsy woman. Very seriously. He was sure of his abilities, and so he bet fifty bucks on it.

She wanted those fifty. More so that she could laugh in his face when she won against him making her come. Yet, in the span of seven minutes, Rafe had gotten those fifty back in his wallet.

They'd sworn they would never do it again.

But then a movie night at Rafe's got in the way, and soon enough they were fucking with the sound of the movie making them background.

After that they decided they enjoyed it too much for it to just stop, but, there had to be severe rules, since, in her words "the friendship went way back to throw it away." And in his words "he didn't want to commit."

Though both of them had been lying that day, neither of them knew it.

He regretted it now. Giving her his cigarette, that is. He was struggling to keep himself distracted from his own thoughts, since they all involved her. And not in a family friendly kind of way.

He could imagine grabbing her right now, how her mouth would feel, full of the intoxicating taste of tabaco as his tongue went into it. How he would use both his hands to pull her against him, and how she would moan when his thumbs caressed her covered nipples.

He felt something shoved against his chest and he could hear the sound of the ocean again, so his daydream was over. "You've got a boner." When he looks down, he realizes it is the shorts she'd had on.

She could feel Rafe staring, but she was trying very hard not to look at him. She knew a look back would only make this more complicated, and she would not hesitate to fix his 'problem'. Whether she was the reason of said problem or not.

Soon enough, she finally felt Rafe taking the shorts from her, and she could hear the sound of the fabric as he puts them on.

"I think this has to come to an end, Rafe." She says, already giving up on the cigarette and putting it in the ashtray.

Rafe looks at her, incredulous at her words, "Because of this?" He asks while motioning to his erection. "Don't be stupid, it's not you who caused it." Using the same tone a fifth grader would use to say he doesn't like the girl he's been staring at all day.

"I don't give a fuck about your erection. It's cold and dicks are weak, Rafe. I met someone."

He only looked at her through his peripheral vision, looking into her as if her wandering eyes would give him the reason of such a sudden statement.

He felt the need to ask who, why, when, where. Yet, he asked neither. Instead he completely turned to her, looking at her right in the eyes, making her whole demeanour change, and she felt small again.

"We knew this would happen, Rafe." But her words only sounded like a made-up excuse. "You know, we're friends. You're my pal." She pitied herself, and she pitied herself even more when she decided to gently punch him in the shoulder, making Rafe glare at her fist.

"Did you actually just call me your pal?" An intense scowl adorning his face. "You were sitting on my face less than an hour ago. You don't get to call me pal."

His voice was rough, as well as his face expression, but the hand grabbing her waist was nothing but a gentle touch with a longing undertone.

She could say absolutely nothing. Nothing when he pulled her closer; nothing when his eyes met hers; and nothing when their faces were mere inches apart.

“Why?” He finally dared to ask.

“Rafe, this is not up for debate. It was never supposed to come this far.” She thought her next words throughly, as if they would change anything. Or maybe hoping they would change anything. “You just don’t care about me that much for me to keep putting my heart in jeopardy.”

“I don’t think you know how much I actually care about you.” His words were stained with hurt, because how could she not realize?

Her face started to heat up from exasperation, “tell me how much you actually care, then. Because all you’ve been doing throughout our whole friendship is hid—”

She couldn’t finish her monologue before Rafe’s lips were on hers. Breaking every rule they’d ever set.

Though they’d kissed plenty of times, this time was different. She could feel everything. And not lust, or desire. But rather something more like longing and desperation.

She felt him rounding her arm around her waist, hugging her closer to him, as if he thought she was going to disappear on him. And when her hand touched his face, she retreated from the kiss, looking for his eyes, and found was she was looking for.

"Will you keep seeing him?" He asked, breathless from the kiss and breathless from  hope.

Instead of answering his question she just said, “I don’t think that’s going to be enough for how much I care.”

[rafesbbdoll]

MINI SERIES...

⭑ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐊𝐄 ⭑

dealer!rafe cameron x stoner!reader

୨˚̣̣̣୧ being her dealer and coming over for sex wasn't new for them, but what happens when they both end up wanting more? would friends with benefits work out or will bring her dealer suffice?

series warnings ׅ 　mentions of drugs, dealing, sex, cursing, fwb, text messages, party mentions

within this series, there will be mini stories to go along with their storyline. i will update it when i can, but please stay tuned! comment to be added to my taglist or visit this link!

masterlist

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@13hischiers @rafestoothbrush @ohgodimgoungtodie @massivepenguinfart @emmaaas-posts @cokewithcameron @stoned-writer @stelleduarte @p0lar-bb @writtenbyhollywood @reeseswirl

[coryndoll]

a/n: hes so big n tough until it comes to his lady

[ivysprophecy]

Bad Reviews Pt 4

[ MASTERLIST ]

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another,, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

ONE

[littlelamy]

─── meet dreamy!reader.ᐟ

‘’rafe's little princess‘’

rafe's soft spot - she’s the one person who can break through that cold, cocky smirk. when she pouts, he completely folds. when she giggles, he softens. everyone else sees a monster—she sees a man who presses kisses to her forehead like she’s made of porcelain.

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kook sweetheart - she’s the golden girl of figure eight! the one everyone watches at parties, the one who never has to lift a finger to get what she wants. sweet, effortless charm wrapped in sundresses and diamonds. every mom loves her, every guy wants her, and every girl wants to be her (or with her)

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sarah's bestie - sarah cameron is her ride-or-die. their friendship is the kind that makes people jealous. late-night drives, whispered secrets, sneaking out of family events together just to sip something stronger than wine. no one else gets a pass like she does—sarah would burn the world for her best friend, no questions asked.

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beach babe - she loves the ocean, but she’s never paddling out. she’s there to tan, sip something fruity, and let rafe watch her. salt in her hair, sun on her skin, and sand between her toes.

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made rafe cry during their first time - it wasn’t supposed to be that intense. but the second he pushed in, his breath hitched with his grip on her hips tightening. it was the way she felt, she whimpered his name, and the way she took him—it wrecked him. he was too far gone, forehead pressed against hers, tears burning in his eyes as he whispered, “i fucking love you.”

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is bratty in bed - she’s a tease. a relentless, insufferable tease. she’ll push every one of his buttons, roll her eyes when he gets too serious, squirm out of his grip just to see how much further she can go before he snaps. she giggles when he growls, moans when he gets mean, and bites her lip when he finally puts her in her place.

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never wears panties courtesy of rafe - he forbids it. doesn't matter if she’s in a sundress, a miniskirt, or his oversized t-shirt—if he catches even a hint of lace, she’s in trouble. he likes knowing that beneath all that sweet, put-together perfection, she’s bare. so that at any moment, with the right look, the right words, he could have her soaking for him.

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[sarahsangelicdoll]

could you make one where Rafe and Reader have a son and he saw that Rafe accidentally hurt Reader and now he thinks he's hitting her and at dinner with Rafe's family he says something like "my dad hits my mom" with total childish innocence and everyone is in shock, especially Rafe who would never do that

༊·˚ Thinking about that time Stephan unknowingly tried saying that Rafe hits you…

a/n: sooo i got an ask about dad Rafe before and decided to use that to go with this ! Timelines diff, Stephans six and Toby is three ! The ‘family’ is Rose, Wheezie, Sarah and John B + their kid(JJ) since this takes place further in the future and yknow, Wards kind of dead. Not proofread.

Stephan was playing with Toby, helping him build blocks as he tried teaching Toby how to build a block castle. The window cracked open to let some fresh air into the living room.

You and Rafe were in the kitchen. Glass door closed but the two of you still in the eyes of your kids. The two of you fighting to get a container of all natural honey open.

That’s when it happened- When Rafe ‘hit you’. He was trying hard to get the container open, and you were perhaps sitting a bit too close. So when his hand slipped off the lid and the force of his arm threw his hand back and he accidentally backhanded you.

To little Stephan, all he saw was Rafe hitting you and you holding your cheek in shock. He failed to see where Rafe quickly cupped your cheek and you broke out laughing, due to Toby pulling his attention back to the blocks as he tried to reach high up.

Stephan didn’t think of it much after that, just felt bad for you. His little mind failing to understand just how serious it actually would have been if Rafe did slap you. He never mentioned it, or at least not to you guys. Instead he chose to mention it while you guys were at dinner with Rafes family.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward as you, Rafe, Sarah, John B, JJ(not the dead one), Toby, Stephan, Rose and Wheezie.

The awkwardness in the atmosphere being due to the fact this is Rose’s first time coming around both Sarah and Rafe in years. Wheezie was full grown now, practicing law school.

“C’mon, it’s pasta, your favourite!” You urged on to Toby who was refusing to eat any of his dinner. Backing away from the fork with food whenever it got too close.

Rose chuckled at the sight, eyes going to Wheezie as she spoke. “You used to do that.” She said, soft smile on her face.

“Don’t make me force you to eat it.” Rafe tsked though still had an underlying hint of playfulness in his tone as he poked Toby’s cheek. The infant letting out a huff and looking down as to get away from the constant onslaught that was, unfortunately, his parents.

Stephan’s attention snapped towards Rafe as he heard his father’s words. Brow’s furrowing in concern for his little brother before he spoke with defiance but childish innocence in his tone. “Don’t hit him like you hit Mommy!”

Silence fell over the table at Stephans words, You and Rafe making shock and slightly confused eye contact as everyone else froze their movements.

“Hit?” Sarah repeated, being the first to speak as her eyes darted towards Rafe. “What do you mean hit Steph?” She asked. Sarah knew Rafe and knew how much he’s changed after all these years, so she was praying for some sort of misunderstanding.

Rose on the other hand, rolled her eyes as if she knew it. “Not surprised.. poor girl.” She said in reference to you as she wiped her face with a cloth. You couldn’t stop yourself from giving her a look of disapproval as you shook your head, eye’s scrunching slightly. Communicating without words.

“He hit Mommy in the kitchen once.” Stephan said with total innocence, JJ gasping in the background. Stephan crossed his arms as his tone became filled with defiance again. “And i didn’t want him to hit Toby!”

Your expression of confusion was quickly replaced with one of realization at Stephans words. Smile making its way to your face as you chuckled into your hand despite trying your hardest not too.

Rafe however, didn’t find it funny and only shook his head slightly, going to speak before John B beat him to it.

“Are you sure it wasn’t an accident? Look, your mom’s laughing.” He said, nudging Stephan and pointing towards you.

Stephans brows furrowed as he looked over at your laughing form, eye’s going to Rafe who also looked quite amused. “Why are you laughing?” Stephan asked in confusion, resulting in more laughter from those around the table.

“He didn’t mean to hit me, baby.” You said through a chuckle, Scooting closer to him. “It was an accident.” You comforted while squeezing him into a hug. “Ohh i love you, at least you care.” You said while laughing. Rafe shaking his head but laughing nonetheless with everyone else at the table.

⟡ ݁₊ . 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.

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

hiii i love your posts! can you do reader having massive baby fever and really wanting a baby and rafe/drew ( you decide ) finds her upset about it all and they talk and decide the time is right, lots and lots of fluff!! thank youuu

༄｡° baby fever - rafe cameron

Lately, you couldn’t shake it—the soft, aching pull in your chest every time you saw a stroller roll by or heard a baby’s giggle drift through the salty Outer Banks air. It started small, a quiet hum of longing when you’d scroll through Instagram and stumble on some glowing mom-to-be’s bump pics, but it had snowballed into full-blown baby fever, an all-consuming need that left you restless and teary more often than you’d admit. You’d catch yourself daydreaming—picturing a little version of you and Rafe, all chubby cheeks and ocean-blue eyes, toddling across the hardwood floors of Tanneyhill, Rafe scooping them up with that rare, unguarded laugh you loved so much. The images were so vivid they hurt, lodging a lump in your throat you couldn’t swallow down.

You tried to hide it at first, brushing it off as a phase, but it was everywhere. The grocery store aisle with tiny socks and pastel onesies. The park where kids shrieked and chased each other, their harried parents trailing behind. Even the quiet moments at home, curled up on the couch with Rafe, his arm slung around you as some dumb movie played—your mind would drift, wondering what it’d be like to have a third heartbeat in the room, a little body nestled between you. It was overwhelming, this want, and the more you thought about it, the more it twisted into something heavier—fear that it’d never happen, that the timing would never be right, that Rafe wouldn’t feel the same.

That afternoon, it hit harder than usual. You’d been babysitting a friend’s toddler for a few hours—a gig you’d taken on a whim, thinking it’d scratch the itch. Instead, it broke you open. The kid was perfect—big hazel eyes, sticky hands that tugged at your hair, a gummy smile that melted you every time she giggled. When her mom picked her up, you waved goodbye with a smile, but the second the door clicked shut, you sank onto the couch, knees pulled to your chest, and let the tears come. It wasn’t just the baby fever now—it was the ache of not having it, the quiet panic that maybe you’d wait too long, that life would keep throwing curveballs and you’d miss your chance.

That’s how Rafe found you—curled up in the living room, cheeks streaked and eyes puffy, the TV flickering silently in the background. He’d just gotten back from some errand, keys jingling in his hand, and the second he saw you, his whole demeanor shifted. The cocky smirk he usually wore dropped, replaced by a crease between his brows as he crossed the room in three long strides. “Hey—hey, what’s wrong?” His voice was low, urgent, as he dropped the keys on the coffee table and sank down beside you, his hand already reaching for yours. “You okay? What happened?”

You tried to brush it off, swiping at your face with a shaky laugh. “It’s nothing, Rafe. I’m fine—just being stupid.” But he wasn’t buying it. His fingers tightened around yours, warm and steady, and he shifted closer, his knee brushing yours as he studied your face like he could read every thought behind your red-rimmed eyes.

“Bullshit,” he said softly, not letting go. “You don’t cry over nothing. Talk to me.” His thumb traced slow circles over your knuckles, and there was something so gentle in it—so Rafe in a way most people never got to see—that the dam broke all over again. You buried your face in your hands, a sob hiccupping out before you could stop it.

“It’s so dumb,” you mumbled, voice muffled and thick. “I just—God, I want a baby, Rafe. Like, really want one. And it’s all I can think about lately, and it’s driving me crazy because I don’t even know if you— I mean, we’ve never really talked about it, and I feel like I’m losing my mind sitting here imagining something that might never happen.” The words tumbled out, messy and raw, and when you finally peeked up at him, your heart stuttered at the look on his face.

He wasn’t freaked out. He wasn’t pulling away. He just watched you, quiet for a beat, those blue eyes soft and searching. Then he exhaled, a slow, shaky breath, and ran a hand through his hair—nervous, almost, but not in a bad way. “Shit,” he murmured, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve been carrying that around all by yourself?” He reached out, cupping your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the tears clinging to your lashes. “Why didn’t you say anything, huh? You’ve got me over here thinking you’re hurt or something, and you’re just—baby fever’s got you all twisted up?”

You laughed despite yourself, a watery little sound, and he grinned wider, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, solid and warm, and you buried your face in his shirt, breathing in the familiar scent of him—salt and cologne and something uniquely Rafe. “I didn’t want to freak you out,” you admitted, voice small against his collarbone. “It’s a big thing, you know? And we’re still figuring stuff out, and I didn’t know if you’d think I was nuts.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, hands settling on your shoulders, his expression so earnest it made your chest ache. “Freak me out? Babe, I’ve been waiting for you to bring this up. I mean—yeah, I didn’t think it’d be today, but…” He paused, swallowing, and you could see the wheels turning, the way he was choosing his words. “I want that too. With you. A kid, a family, all of it. I just didn’t know if you were ready, you know? You’re the one who keeps me grounded—I follow your lead.”

Your breath caught, hope blooming so fast it almost hurt. “You mean that?” you whispered, searching his face. “You’re not just saying it because I’m a mess right now?”

He laughed—a real, deep laugh that rumbled through him—and shook his head. “No, I’m not just saying it. I’ve thought about it, okay? More than you probably think. Picturing you with a little mini-us, running around, driving me up the wall—it’s been in my head for a while. I just didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t sure about.” His voice softened, and he leaned in, forehead resting against yours. “But if you’re ready, then yeah. I’m in. Let’s do it.”

The relief hit you like a wave, washing away the weight you’d been carrying, and you threw your arms around his neck, laughing through the tears still clinging to your lashes. “Really?” you asked, pulling back to beam at him, and he nodded, grinning like a kid himself.

“Really,” he said, then tugged you closer, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that started soft and sweet but lingered, deepening as his hands slid up your back. “You’re gonna be the best mom, you know that? Already crying over it—I’m screwed when we’ve got a real one.” He was teasing now, but his eyes were bright, crinkled with that rare, unguarded happiness you loved so much.

You swatted his chest, giggling. “Shut up. You’re gonna be the one spoiling them rotten, I can already see it—little Ralph Lauren polo shirts and golf clubs before they can even walk.”

“Damn right,” he shot back, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him, his hands settling on your hips. “Gotta start ‘em young. Teach ‘em how to rule the island like their old man.” His tone was playful, but the way he looked at you—soft, steady, sure—made your heart skip.

For a while, you just sat there, wrapped up in each other, trading quiet dreams about what it’d be like. You talked about names—Rafe vetoed anything “too Pogue-y” with a dramatic shudder, making you roll your eyes—and argued over whether they’d have his eyes or yours. He insisted on a boy first, “to carry on the Cameron legacy,” but melted when you said you’d want a girl who’d have him wrapped around her finger. The conversation stretched on, lazy and warm, until the sun dipped low outside, painting the room in soft pinks and golds.

Eventually, he pulled you down to lie against him on the couch, your head tucked under his chin, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your arm. “We’re really doing this, huh?” he murmured, voice quiet now, almost reverent. “Making a little us.”

“Yeah,” you whispered back, smiling against his chest. “We are.”

He kissed the top of your head, lingering there, and you felt the steady thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. “Guess we should get started then,” he added, a playful edge creeping back into his tone, and you laughed, swatting him again as he hugged you tighter. It was perfect—messy, real, and so full of love you could hardly stand it. Baby fever had brought you here, but Rafe? He was going to carry you the rest of the way.

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