#rafe x oc

[rafes-slut]

Leave Me On Read, I Dare You

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie/nudes, dirty talk, sexting, mentions of arousal, slight angst (insecurity), soft dom!Rafe undertones, possessiveness, minor jealousy themes, reader spiraling over being left on read, mature language

Summary:

You send Rafe some sultry pictures while he’s busy, expecting a quick reply—or something. But when he leaves you on read with zero reaction, your insecurities spiral… until Rafe finally answers, and you realize just how hard he was because of it.

Your fingers hovered over the screen, heart hammering in your chest as you stared down at the message thread with Rafe. You’d just sent him a series of pictures—well, technically not nudes, but close enough. Soft, lacey lingerie hugging your body just right, teasing skin and curves you knew drove him insane. You’d posed just how he liked it—arched back, slightly parted lips, that little smirk he always said made him crazy.

And… nothing.

He read the message. The tiny ���Seen” notification glared at you like a slap in the face.

You sat there, blinking, still in the same lingerie, waiting for the telltale dots of him typing something—anything.

But they never came.

Ten minutes passed.

Then twenty.

You bit down on your lip, irritation bubbling beneath your skin as you stared at your phone like it had personally betrayed you.

You:

Rafe?

No reply.

You:

You alive?

Still nothing.

You huffed, eyes narrowing.

You:

Ok wtf

Did you not like them???

Why tf would you leave me on read after THAT

Hello???

Your thumb hovered again, and before you could stop yourself, the floodgates opened.

You:

Do you even like me anymore???

Not like I need validation but also wtf???

Honestly feel stupid now lol

Won’t send you shit again if you’re just gonna ignore me

Not even a “damn babe” or “holy shit”? really?

Wow

You flung your phone onto the bed, face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. This wasn’t supposed to go like that. He usually lost his mind over these things, blowing up your phone with filthy messages, telling you he was on his way over, or begging for more. Not silence.

You sighed, tugging at the strap of your bra, feeling a little ridiculous now. Why had you even bothered?

Your phone buzzed.

You snatched it up, fully ready to go off—until your eyes landed on the picture.

Rafe. In his bedroom. Hand wrapped tightly around his very hard length, veins prominent, tip flushed red, precum dripping as he gripped it just for you. His other hand held his phone, snapping the picture low so you could see everything.

Rafe:

This is what happens when you send me that shit, Sweetheart.

Had to wait till I was alone.

Now come fix this.

Your mouth went dry, legs suddenly weak beneath you as heat rushed through your veins.

Your irritation? Gone. Just like that.

You swallowed hard, eyes glued to the picture like it might burn a hole through your screen. Your cheeks burned, and you could practically hear his cocky tone through the text. That signature smirk he wore when he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

Another message.

Rafe:

And don’t ever doubt if I like you again.

Next time, you’re sending those pics in person.

While you’re riding me.

You whimpered.

Phone still clutched in your hand, you typed fast.

You:

Be there in 10.

Keep it hard for me.

Your phone buzzed again almost instantly.

Rafe:

Don’t worry.

It’s for you anyway.

[divorcedcigarettes]

DARK TEMPTATIONS ᯓ★ uncle!rafe x niece!reader

The second you settled onto Rafe’s lap, you knew you were playing with fire.

His strong hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin like he was trying to hold himself back. But you knew better. You could feel him. Hard and heavy, pressing against you through his sweatpants.

“You should be a good girl and walk away right now.” His voice was low, warning, but the way his fingers flexed on your waist told a different story.

You didn’t move. Instead, you rolled your hips ever so slightly, feeling the thick length of him press against your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” Rafe growled, his head tipping back against the couch, his hands tightening their hold on you. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

A shiver ran down your spine. His voice, rough and laced with something dark which only made the throbbing between your thighs worse.

He was your uncle. Your fucking uncle.

And yet here you were, grinding against his cock like a desperate little slut.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” Rafe’s voice was like a slow drag of whiskey, intoxicating. He shifted his hips beneath you, making you gasp as his thick length pressed right against your clit. “That’s what happens when you act like a fucking tease all day.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you rocked against him again, chasing the friction you so desperately needed. His cock twitched beneath you, and the thought of what he could do to you ... what he wanted to do to you, had you dripping through your panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Rafe groaned, his hands sliding up to cup your tits over your thin tank top. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, making you moan. “Tell me, baby… did you get this wet just from sitting on your uncle’s lap?”

You whimpered, your movements getting faster, more desperate.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled darkly. One of his hands trailed down your stomach, slipping beneath your panties. “Such a needy little thing. Let me make it worse for you.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles as you ground down harder against his cock. The pressure, the heat, the forbidden thrill of it all. It was too much.

“Fuck, uncle Rafe,” you gasped, your nails digging into his arms.

“That’s right,” he murmured, his lips ghosting against your neck. “Say my name when you cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Make it messy.”

Rafe’s grip on your hips was bruising, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as you desperately ground against his cock. Your thin panties were useless now, soaked through, clinging to your dripping cunt. Every shift of your hips had his thick length pressing against your clit, teasing you through the fabric.

You needed more.

Panting, you climbed off his lap, your legs trembling as you sank to the floor between his knees. Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he watched you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Fuck, you’re so eager,” he rasped, lifting his hips slightly as you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock was straining against the fabric, thick and heavy, the shape of it enough to make your mouth water.

You yanked his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, and his cock sprang free: thick, veiny, and flushed at the tip. It was perfect. Long and girthy, with a slight curve that you knew would hit all the right spots inside you.

A bead of precum leaked from the swollen tip, and you had the urge to taste him, to run your tongue along the thick vein running down his length.

Rafe gripped himself at the base, stroking once as he smirked down at you. “You look like you wanna worship it, sweetheart. But I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

You barely had time to react before he was hauling you back onto his lap, this time without the barrier of your panties. His cock slid through your slick folds, rubbing against your clit, making you whimper.

“Jesus, you’re dripping,” he groaned, guiding himself to your entrance. “This tight little cunt has been waiting for me, huh?”

You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders as you hovered above him, desperate to be filled.

“Then take it,” he growled, his hands gripping your waist as he slammed you down onto his cock.

A scream tore from your lips as he stretched you open, splitting you apart on his thick length. The burn was intense, overwhelming, but the way he filled you; stuffed you to the brim, was addictive.

“Fuck,” Rafe gritted out, his head tipping back, his jaw clenched. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He gave you only a second to adjust before he was lifting your hips and slamming you back down, making you cry out.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growled, fucking up into you with rough, punishing thrusts. “Grinding all over me like a needy little slut—this what you wanted, baby?”

You could barely respond, too lost in the brutal pace of his thrusts, the way his cock hit that deep, perfect spot inside you with every movement.

“Uncle Rafe—fuck, I—”

“I know, baby,” he cooed mockingly, his thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit. “You’re gonna cum for your uncle, aren’t you? Gonna make a fucking mess all over my cock?”

His filthy words sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him as you came with a sob, your whole body shaking. Rafe groaned, thrusting even deeper as he chased his own release.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—”

His hips snapped up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

You collapsed against his chest, breathless, completely wrecked. Rafe chuckled, his hands running down your back as he murmured, “That’s my girl.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[khioneee]

trying to break up with your fuck buddy, rafe

rafe paces. back and forth. hand running through his hair, jaw tight, eyes sharp with something between frustration and disbelief.

‘you want to stop?’ his voice is even, but there’s an edge to it.

you nod, arms crossed over your chest. ‘yeah.’

‘why?’ his head tilts, eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for an answer that actually makes sense to him.

‘i don’t like what this is turning me into,’ you say, voice steady. ‘it’s not who i am. and i don’t want it to be.’

he exhales sharply, turning on his heel and pacing again. ‘where is this coming from?’

‘i’m not blaming you for anything, rafe.’ you sigh, feeling the weight of this conversation sink into your bones. ‘i just realized i don’t want to be another girl in your rotation.’

he stops mid-step, turning to face you. ‘rotation?’

you hold his gaze. ‘you know what i mean.’

his jaw tenses. ‘you knew what this was,’ he says, voice low, careful.

‘i did,’ you agree. ‘and now i know i don’t want it.’

he drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. ‘i thought everything was fine.’

‘it was,’ you admit. ‘but i’m a ‘girlfriend’ kind of girl, rafe. i have boyfriends, not fuck buddies.’

rafe lets out a dry laugh, almost disbelieving. he starts pacing again, steps restless, like he needs to move or he’ll explode.

then, from outside, a familiar voice cuts through the tension.

‘rafe! come on, man, we’re waiting!’ topper, followed by laughter and girls’ voices, high and sweet.

your stomach turns, but you don’t react. instead, you nod toward the door.

‘you should go,’ you say softly.

a pause, a sharp inhale. his jaw clenches. ‘we’re not done.’

‘i said what i needed to say.’ you swallow the lump in your throat. ‘you have girls waiting for you.’

he stops pacing. his expression hardens. ‘you think that’s what this is about?’

‘i think it doesn’t matter,’ you answer. ‘because you’re not my boyfriend, and you don’t owe me anything.’

his hands curl into fists at his sides. ‘you’re doing that thing again.’

‘what thing?’

‘acting like you don’t care.’

you inhale sharply. ‘i do care, rafe. that’s the problem.’

something flickers in his expression. for the first time, he looks uncertain. like this wasn’t supposed to happen. like he never considered the possibility of you walking away.

he starts pacing again, steps quicker now, frustration rolling off him in waves. ‘so what? you’re just done?’

you nod. ‘yeah.’

he stops. looks at you. then, after a beat, he says, ‘fine.’

you hesitate. ‘fine, what?’

‘i’ll be your boyfriend.’

you blink, caught off guard. ‘what?’

‘you want a relationship?’ he shrugs, like it’s the easiest fix in the world. ‘done.’

‘that’s not how this works.’

‘why not?’ his voice is sharper now, defensive. ‘you said you don’t want to be just another girl— fine. be my girlfriend.’

you shake your head, a humorless laugh escaping. ‘jesus, rafe.’

‘what?’

‘you don’t even want to be my boyfriend. you just don’t want to see me with someone else.’

his jaw tightens, and for the first time, he stops pacing. stands still.

‘you can’t just decide to be in a relationship because you don’t like the idea of losing me,’ you say, voice softer now. ‘that’s not love, rafe. that’s possession.’

his lips part slightly, but no words come out.

‘you don’t know how to do this,’ you continue gently. ‘how to be with someone in a way that isn’t just about control.’

he exhales, slow and deep, fingers rubbing at his jaw as he looks away for a moment. when he meets your gaze again, there’s something different there. hesitation, sure. but also something you weren’t expecting.

fear.

‘i don’t want to lose you,’ he admits, voice quiet now.

your breath catches. ‘then be better.’

rafe swallows. ‘tell me how.’

‘you already know how,’ you whisper. ‘you just have to choose it.’

the silence stretches between you again, but this time, it’s different.

it’s not heavy. it’s hopeful.

then, from outside, topper calls out again. ‘rafe! you coming or what?’

rafe doesn’t even look toward the door.

‘nah,’ he calls back, eyes still locked on yours. ‘i’m good.’

your heart was about to try to break out from behind your ribs.

his gaze softens. ‘stay?’

you hesitate. ‘rafe—’

he shakes his head, stepping closer. ‘if i say i can do this, then i can do this.’

you search his face for the lie, the excuse, the escape route he’s bound to take. but there isn’t one.

he raised your hands to his mouth and kissed the tip of each of your fingers in turn. your thumb, your index finger, your middle finger, your ring finger, finally your pinky, and then, your gaze caught the black cross that rested on the centre of his chest.

you wonder if his heart beats steadily.

his lips twitch, just slightly, into the kind of smirk that used to make you roll your eyes. ‘i’ll be the last boyfriend you’ll have,’ he murmurs. ‘you’ll see.’

your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not with dread.

‘okay,’ you whisper.

he grins, triumphant. ‘yeah?’

you exhale, a small smile creeping onto your lips despite yourself.

‘yeah.’

an. inspired by rory and logan.

[stvolanis]

brothers best friend! Rafe who stroked his cock to the thought of the way you looked in your little bikini when he was at your house for your brother, spurting heavy ropes of cum when he remembered the way your boobs almost kept slipping out of your flimsy top, and the blush that coated your cheeks when you adjusted it—wondering if anyone saw, but of course, rafe did.

brothers best friend! Rafe who was supposed to be staying the night for your older brother, but somehow ended up finding himself in front of your cracked door, watching the way you rode your stuffed animal. He couldn’t seem to control himself as his hand slid into his boxers, whining, wishing it was him. His hand was pressed to his mouth as you played with your sensitive buds, afraid he’d moan too at the sight in front of him.

brothers best friend! Rafe who made sure to sit next to you at the dinner table. Laughing at your brothers sports jokes as he trailed a hand up your thigh. Your breath hitched as you felt him rub you through your panties, and suddenly you were happy you wore a skirt. Rafes cock was unbelievably hard, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you silly as he watched you lick some sauce off that had accidentally gotten on your finger.

brothers best friend! Rafe who tightly held his hand over your mouth after you’d gotten a little too loud from the way he pounded into your pussy mercilessly. His cock stretched you open, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout your girly room. Tears brimmed your eyes, but all you could do was clutch the sheets beneath you as his tip hit your cervix repeatedly.

brothers best friend! Rafe who had made you cum at least 3 times on his cock, the wetness on your bedsheets below you proof of his work. You were so fucked out, unable to form a coherent sentence—only able to moan Rafes name repeatedly. “Good girl, princess. Know it’s a lot, but you can give me another one, yeah?” He whispered softly in your ear as he lazily fucked into you still. Your pussy was beyond sensitive, and your nearly screamed as his hand came down to play with your clit—but you didn’t want to disappoint him. “Y-Yes, oh my god, Rafe!” You whimpered out. Rafe hummed in approval as your legs shook from overstimulation, but he didn’t let up. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered.

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[shrimpybbq]

rafe experiences the comfort of a mother

synopsis: rafe appears on his girlfriend’s doorstop, badly burnt and in need of care and affection

Rafe stood in front of the guest room, body stiff and hand frozen against the wooden door. He wanted to knock, he really did, and yet he was hesitant. Only the day before had the couple fought, screaming and shouting until both were out of breath. Rafe had watched his sweet girl leave with teary eyes and he’d felt bad, his heart twisting as she had slammed the door in his face. It was the same door he finally knocked on after realising he’d been motionless for too long. The rap of his knuckles echoed and for a moment, he wondered if she wouldn’t answer the door at all, until a creak sounded. Rafe raised his gaze to see his girlfriend standing in front of him, her fists rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

“R-rafe? What are yo-”, she began to ask, voice heavy with tiredness, the hour late. It wasn’t until she looked at him properly that she paused, taking in his entire state. Rafe was standing there, clutching his arm to his chest protectively. It wasn’t the childlike pose that caught her eye though, no - it was the way Rafe’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and his bottom lip wobbling ever so subtly.

“Are you ok?” She asked gently, as if she were talking to their son. Rafe could only shake his head side to side, slowly pulling his arm away. At the sight of the red and blistering flesh, she gasped loudly, “Oh my god! What happened?”.

“I-uh, I got into some trouble,” Rafe responded timidly, full of shame and in pain.

“Come here,” his girlfriend said, gently ushering him into the guest room, “sit down. Have you cleaned this?” She asked. Again he shook his head, leading her to hum lowly. “Ok, I’ll need to clean it. Gimme a sec.”

Rafe sat on the bed patiently as he took in the room. He’d never been in there since she began sleeping in there, now taking in all the little trinkets she had lying around. He had been trying to get her to move back into his room but she still refused, and the pair used the nursery as a mutual zone.

His musings were cut off by a gentle voice questioning him.

“What happened Rafe?”

“It’s nothing, just an accident, you know?” Rafe grumbled out as she began to wet antiseptic pads in front of him. She looked up at him, gaze incredulous.

“This is bad, Rafe. You don’t just get something like this accidentally! You said you got into trouble before - what did you mean by that?” She questioned. Rafe sighed, having underestimated just how much she would question him, but he should’ve expected that, he thought to himself. When he didn’t answer, she began to clean his arm.

The sharp stinging sensation that travelled through him as the antiseptic touched his burn made Rafe jump, his voice exclaiming in shock. It was that sudden pain that caused the unshed tears in his eyes to spill over, and it was like once he started he couldn’t stop. All his pain and worries spilled out of him, the tears streaming down his face.

“Oh baby, it’s ok, come here,” he heard her say, cleaning forgotten as she pulled his head into her chest. Whenever she had comforted Rafe in the past, this had been his favourite position, curled up against her chest and having his hair stroked. So she did just that, soothing his heaving sobs with each pass through his hair. “It’s ok Rafe, you’re ok here baby. I’ve got you, ok? Breathe, Rafe.”

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, his sobs wetting the fabric of the tank top she wore. He’d almost completely exhausted himself by the time his sobs stopped, only able to breathe deeply now. It was then his muffled voice could be heard, “it was Barry.”

He felt her stiffen before she tentatively probed further. “Barry, your dealer?”

At the feeling of him nodding, she pulled him away from her chest. Her voice was stern, as if she was talking to a small child,

“Rafe, why is your dealer burning you? What did you do?”

He looked up at her, eyes wide and rimmed with red. He looked just a like their son, she thought, his features so innocent and needy.

“I-I couldn’t pay him back in time… I tried, I really did, but I had this thing and I couldn’t get it all there in time, and I said- I said to him I would get it bu-but he didn’t care,” Rafe began to ramble, his voice pleading with her to understand him. He had been trying to do better, for her - for his family. He watched her sigh, before she returned to clean his wound in silence. Rafe wanted to speak, to explain himself more but he didn’t know what to say, and the idea of her disappointed gaze upon him once more sealed his lips. The feeling of her fingers smoothing a burn cream over his wound tenderly had him curling back into her chest.

She began to card her fingers back through his blonde locks, feeling Rafe relax against her. When he was upset he would be one of two ways: angry and reactive, or clingy and touch-starved. Today, it was clear he was the latter. She couldn’t bare to leave him alone like this, and so she gently whispered,

“Come here baby, let’s get you into bed, ok?”

Rafe pulled away, his eyes wide as he looked up upon her face.

“Here?”

She nodded and began to pull the covers away, creating a space for him to shuffle in. Rafe allowed himself to be guided under the quilt and he couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of her fingers tenderly brushing his messed-up strands away from his forehead. As he made space for her beside him, Rafe watched his girlfriend pull away from the bed.

“Nononono-” he began to mutter, only to be cut off. His hand was outstretched pathetically to try and keep her by his side, scared to be alone.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m just going to the nursery. I thought you’d want him to stay with us tonight,” she soothed, watching surprised as Rafe shook his head in response.

“No, let him sleep. Just c’mere,” he mumbled, dragging her into his side and under the blankets. Within seconds Rafe had found his position for the night, curled up into her side, his head resting on her chest once more. He was so sullen and quiet as he listened to her heartbeat, hands clutching at her waist.

“Goodnight Rafe,” she uttered sleepily, the events of the night catching up to her.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against her chest. He didn’t say it often, preferring to show his love for her through actions, but she always knew it. With a soft kiss against the crown of his head, she echoed those words back to him, before slipping into unconsciousness,

“I love you too, baby.”

[amandabbbbb]

summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”

[grapejuice32]

Sex Through The Seasons

masterlist here Rafe x reader

Season 1 Rafe who is honestly kind of inexperienced, he fucks you in missionary, your legs spread to accommodate him, your arms wound around his back, your palms resting on his upper back. His arms lay either side of your head, his face buried in your neck as he ruts into you desperately, probably cumming too soon, finishing before you and whining into your skin as he does. 

Season 1 Rafe who loves it when you give him head but doesn’t eat you out, never having eaten anyone out before, only using his fingers to get you off after he’s already finished so that he can go to sleep.

Season 2 Rafe who’s more experienced now, he will rest his forehead on yours, one of his hands slid under your back to lift your hips as he fucks you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms over his shoulders, fingers tangled into the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moans softly against your lips as his cums in time with you, his free hand rubbing circles timed with his thrusts to get you to finish at the same time as him.

Season 2 Rafe who still loves the way you take him in your mouth, fisting your hair in his hand as his head tips back, his lips parted as he sighs and whines when he grows close to cumming. He fingers you before sex, not specifically to get you off but because he doesn’t rush to get himself off anymore. He’s eaten you out a few times but it’s still a rather rare occurrence. 

Season 3 Rafe who likes to either have you in missionary, your legs hooked over his shoulders as he practically folds you in half or has you bent over the edge of the bed, one hand in your hair, pulling your head up every now and then when he bends down to kiss you, the other hand gripping your hip tightly, his ring cold against your skin. He has you cumming much before him, sometimes managing to have you on your second orgasm as he finishes.

Season 3 Rafe who chooses to eat you out over fingering you and will sometimes slip two of his fingers into you while he sucks on your clit. He still loves when you suck him off, but it doesn’t happen as often and if it does, he prefers to wait to cum with you, rather than in your mouth. 

Season 4 Rafe who doesn’t have a preference, everything is filled with passion no matter where or when you’re doing it, you best believe that the two of you have fucked everywhere possible. When you’re in missionary, he has a hand slid under your waist, holding you close to him, when you’re on top he has a hand on your hip and another on your back, holding you close so your chests are flush. He has you cumming at least twice before he’s finishing, talking you through it and telling you that you can give him another as he slides a hand between the two of you to rub circles on your swollen clit. Even quickies in the bathroom are tender and passion filled, if you’re sat on the counter, he’ll have a hand cupping the back of your head so you don’t get hurt, another holding onto your thigh, his forehead pressed against yours, pressing messy kisses to your parted lips. 

Season 4 Rafe who eats you out like you’re his last meal, often he’ll come home and eat you out until you’re shaking before cleaning you up, getting you water and calling it a night. He savours the times you give him head, something that doesn’t happen as often as it used to because he gets too impatient to get you off, to touch you so he can hear the sounds you make.

[rafesbows]

ahh pls do rafe fingering reader who’s trying to tell him abt her day and every time she tries to speak he just curls inside of her bc he thinks it’s funny to watch her struggle to speak

you're curled up on rafe’s lap, tucked against his chest, trying your hardest to tell him about your day. you can feel the warmth of his palm resting on your thigh, fingers idly tracing circles against your skin, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary, he’s always touching you.

“so then i was—” your breath catches in your throat when his fingers dip between your legs, pushing past your panties without warning.

you shoot him a glare, shifting slightly in his lap, but he just smirks. “don’t stop, baby. you were saying?”

you huff, trying to focus, ignoring the way his fingers tease at your entrance. “i was saying—i was saying that—” your words falter as he pushes two fingers inside, slow and deliberate.

“yeah?” rafe murmurs, lips ghosting over your temple as he curls his fingers, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “what about it?”

you whimper, gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to stop him, but he just chuckles, thrusting his fingers deeper, fucking into you with a lazy rhythm.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he coos, “finish your story.”

you try. really, you do. but every time you open your mouth, he twists his fingers just right, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“what’s wrong?” rafe taunts, voice dripping with amusement. “you were talkin’ so much a second ago.”

your head drops against his shoulder, breathy whimpers slipping past your lips as his pace quickens. he’s enjoying this—watching you struggle, watching your body betray you.

“god, you’re cute,” he murmurs, voice laced with something almost affectionate. “so fuckin’ cute when you try to act like you’re not falling apart for me.”

you don’t even try to fight it anymore, letting your hips rock against his hand, chasing that high you know he’s more than happy to give you.

@ rafesbows

[littlelamy]

heartbeats with rafe

author's note: i wanted to lean more into a softer, vulnerable side of rafe; it was scrapped because i thought it was a little corny, but i'm still in love with the idea of rafe being calmed down by something as simple as his partner's heartbeat.

rafe wasn’t the kind of guy to relax after a fight. anger simmered in him like a storm that couldn’t pass, whether it was a screaming match with his dad, an argument with his sisters, or some run-in with the pogues. he carried it with him, his fists clenched and his jaw tight, until it burned itself out.

but then there was you.

you were different. with you, the fire in him didn’t rage out of control; it softened, flickering into something gentler. you had a way of grounding him, of pulling him back when he felt like he was spiraling.

tonight, though, the storm followed him home.

he slammed the door behind him, his chest heaving as he stood in the middle of your shared room. his hands were shaking, his mind still running wild from another fight with ward.

you looked up from the bed, your expression calm, even though you could feel the tension radiating off him. “rafe,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the haze in his head.

he shook his head, pacing the room. “i can’t—fuck, i can’t do this,” he muttered, his hands raking through his hair.

you stood slowly, your bare feet silent against the floor as you walked over to him. when you reached him, you placed a hand gently on his chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm.

“breathe,” you murmured.

his eyes locked on yours, wide and almost desperate. “i can’t—i don’t know how to calm down,” he admitted, his voice cracking.

you guided his hand to your chest, pressing it flat over your heart. “then listen to me,” you whispered.

he froze, his fingers trembling against your skin as he focused on the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. ba-dum. ba-dum. it was soft, sure, and unshaken, the complete opposite of how he felt.

“your heart,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “it always calms me down.”

you smiled faintly, your other hand brushing his cheek. “then let it.”

he exhaled shakily, his hands sliding to your waist as he guided you backward toward the bed.

“can i...?” he asked, his voice quiet, unsure.

you nodded, understanding what he needed without him having to say it. when the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, he eased you down slowly, his hands warm and steady.

kneeling beside you, his fingers brushed the hem of your shirt. “i just need to feel closer,” he murmured, almost like he was afraid you’d push him away.

“it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft but reassuring.

he tugged your shirt over your head with careful reverence, his touch never rushed or forceful. when his hands found the clasp of your bra, he paused, his gaze searching yours for permission.

you gave him a small nod, and he unhooked it slowly, letting it fall to the floor before leaning down to press his ear against your chest.

his arms wrapped around you as his hands moved gently to cup your chest. his palms were warm against your skin, his touch soft and careful, not possessive but grounding. he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, syncing his breaths with the steady rhythm of your heart.

subconsciously, his thumbs began rubbing slow, soothing circles on your skin. the motion was absentminded, but it made your heart ache with tenderness.

“this,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “this is what keeps me together.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, your own heart swelling at how vulnerable he seemed in that moment. “i’m not going anywhere,” you promised.

he tightened his hold on you, his thumbs continuing their gentle movements as he exhaled again, slower this time. “you make me feel like I’m worth something,” he said, his voice breaking.

“you are,” you said firmly. “to me, you’re everything.”

he stayed like that for a long time, letting the steady beat of your heart and the warmth beneath his hands pull him out of the chaos in his mind. when he finally looked up, his blue eyes were clearer, softer.

“thank you,” he said quietly.

“always,” you replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

he smiled faintly, his hands never leaving you. his thumbs stilled their motion, but his palms remained warm against your chest, grounding him. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you,” he said.

“you don’t have to do anything,” you replied, your voice soft but steady. “you just have to let me love you.”

his lips curved into a small smile, his eyes shining with something raw and unspoken. “i’ll try,” he said.

you kissed him then, slow and gentle, a reminder that he didn’t have to face everything alone.

later, as you lay together on the bed, his head resting against your chest, you traced lazy patterns along his back.

“rafe?” you murmured.

“hmm?”

“i love you,” you said softly.

he tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “i love you, y/n,” he said, his voice quiet but certain.

he pressed a kiss to your chest, right where your heart beat steadily beneath your skin, and for the first time that night, he felt at peace.

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[rafecameronssl4t]

My say || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: an argument between reader and rafe about having a nanny for your son.

Warnings: heavy angst!!! Mentions of breastfeeding

Word count: 1,283

A/n: I hope this kinda gvives you a better insight of what reader x rafe's relationship is like!! I AM SO EXCITED TO CONTINUE WRITING FOR THIS AU!!! send thru any requests you might have :)

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Y/n, you can’t be serious,” Rafe says, his voice laced with disbelief as he stares at you, searching your face for any sign that you might be joking. But your expression remains unyielding, eyes steady as you readjust Leo in your arms, his small hands clutching at you as he feeds. “I’m serious,” you say, your tone casual as you shrug, though the gravity of your words lingers heavily between you.

The tension in the room is palpable. Rafe scoffs, a bitter sound escaping his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief. Without another word, he pushes himself up from the couch, his movements stiff with frustration. He crosses the room with purposeful strides, heading straight for the bar cart. The clink of the whisky bottle against the glass is sharp in the silence, followed by the harsh slam of the glass hitting the cart, the sound echoing through the stillness of the room.

“He hasn’t even turned one yet, and you’re already considering leaving him in the care of someone we don’t even know?” Rafe’s voice is strained with disbelief, his eyes narrowing as he struggles to grasp your logic. . “What is this really about? You want more time for yourself? To get your hair and nails done, meet up with your friends, take boat rides?” His voice is laced with incredulity, each word carrying a mix of accusation and frustration as if he can’t believe you would even consider such a thing.

“You want to hand him over to a stranger—someone who doesn’t know his little habits, his cries, the way he needs to be held to fall asleep?” Rafe’s words tumble out in a rush, his voice thick with a blend of incredulity and concern. It’s as if he can’t even comprehend how you could entertain the idea, the very thought seeming impossible to him.

You let out a soft, disbelieving snort, shaking your head. “And you do, Rafe? You think you know him better than anyone else?” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you meet his gaze, your eyes daring him to challenge you. “When was the last time you were the one pacing the floor at 3 in the morning, trying to calm him down? When have you spent hours figuring out his cries, trying to understand what he needs?”

Rafe stares at you, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. “You’re his mother—” But before he can finish, you cut him off, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. “And I’m trying, Rafe! I’m trying so hard, but it never feels like enough. I can’t seem to get it right, no matter what I do.” Your voice cracks as the weight of your words hangs between you, the raw vulnerability in your tone cutting through the tension like a knife.

“I’m 21, for heaven’s sake!” you exclaim, your frustration boiling over. “I’m still figuring this out, and every day feels like a battle. I’m doing my best, but it’s like I’m constantly failing.” The words spill out in a rush, your voice wavering with the pressure of trying to live up to expectations that feel impossible to meet.

Rafe’s eyes narrow as he leans forward, his voice biting, “Don’t sit there and pretend you weren’t raised for this,” Rafe says, his voice cold and cutting. “You knew from the moment your parents arranged this marriage that your role was to be a mother. They didn’t raise you to chase dreams or find yourself—they raised you to bear children, to fulfill your duty as a wife. So don’t act like this is some surprise or burden you weren’t prepared for.”

You feel a sharp pang in your chest as Rafe’s harsh words sink in, his coldness taking you by surprise. For a moment, you’re too stunned to respond, the sting of his accusation cutting deeper than you expected. You roll your eyes, more out of defense than annoyance, trying to push the hurt aside. Exhaling slowly, you steady yourself, refusing to let him see how much his words have affected you.

“Leo will have a nanny,” you say, your voice firmer than you feel. “This isn’t up for debate.” The words come out with a finality that leaves no room for argument, though the hurt lingers beneath your resolve. “End of conversation.” Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose, his frustration boiling over into raw anger.

“No, he will not!” he snaps, his voice sharp and intense. “I won’t have a stranger looking after our son—my son!” His words are a burst of anger, his eyes blazing as he struggles to contain the fury coursing through him. You roll your eyes again, your patience wearing thin as Rafe's anger fuels your own frustration.

“You’re being dramatic, Rafe,” you retort, trying to keep your tone steady despite your mounting irritation. “In my family, we all had nannies before we were even four months old—” But before you can finish, Rafe’s voice rises in a harsh yell that slices through your words. “This is our family, Y/N!” he shouts, his frustration exploding into full-blown anger.

“Our family! Not just yours. We don’t have to raise our children the way your parents did!” His voice echoes with the force of his rage, the intensity of his glare adding to the weight of his outburst. His voice reverberates off the walls, filling the room with a palpable tension as Leo starts to fuss.

His soft whimpers quickly escalate into full-blown cries, the sound piercing through the charged atmosphere. You flinch at the noise, your heart tightening with a mix of anger and frustration. “Will you lower your voice?” you snap, your own frustration surfacing as you hastily adjust your top, trying to soothe Leo by bouncing him gently in your arms.

Rafe runs a hand through his buzz cut, letting out a loud, exasperated sigh. His shoulders are tense as he plants his hands on his hips, watching you with a mixture of frustration and disbelief while you struggle to soothe Leo. “Look what you’ve done,” you say sharply, your voice cracking with frustration as you glare at him. “He was perfectly calm before you started yelling.”

Rafe’s eyes flash with irritation as he retorts, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, blame it all on me,” he snaps, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turns and heads towards the door, clearly ready to escape the charged atmosphere. As he walks past you, you reach out and grip his arm, the strength in your hold betraying your desperation.

He stops and looks down at you, his expression softening slightly as he registers the plea in your eyes. “Please, just don’t argue with me right now,” you say, your voice dropping to a softer, more vulnerable tone. “Leo will be better off with someone who knows what they’re doing.” The earnestness in your plea hangs heavy in the air, cutting through the tension.

Rafe takes a deep breath, the anger in his eyes giving way to a more contemplative look. “I get to choose who the nanny is,” he says, his voice still firm but less harsh. You nod slowly, a quiet resignation in your expression as you release his arm, allowing him to leave.

[rafes-slut]

He is addicted to kissing you

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Obsessive behavior (in a fluffy way), PDA, possessiveness, language (Rafe being Rafe), intense make-out sessions, mild teasing, extreme fluff, established relationship.

You could feel it the second he walked into the room, his eyes locking on you with a kind of intensity that made your heart skip and your stomach flip. His gaze always found you first, every single time, like his mind was wired to seek you out. And the moment he had you in his sights? It was game over.

You could be anywhere—your house, his house, a party, the grocery store, it didn’t matter. If Rafe wanted to kiss you, he would, and not just a quick, innocent peck. No, that wasn’t Rafe’s style. He kissed you like he needed it to breathe, to function. Like his day didn’t start or end without the taste of you.

Like now.

You were curled up on the couch at Tannyhill, half-listening to Sarah talk about something that had happened at school, when you felt the familiar presence behind you. Rafe’s hand slid over your shoulder, down your arm, fingers finding yours and interlacing like they were meant to be. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even announce himself, just leaned down so his lips brushed your ear.

“Missed you,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled softly, tilting your head toward him. “You saw me this morning, Cameron.”

“Too long,” he grumbled, already pulling you up gently by your hand.

“Rafe, your dad and sister—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

Didn’t matter to him.

In the blink of an eye, you were on your feet and then against him, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as his lips crashed into yours. He didn’t waste any time—he never did—tongue sliding past your lips to taste you like he’d been starving for it all day. His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding up your back, fingers threading through your hair. He kissed you like no one else was in the room.

And technically, to Rafe, they weren’t.

You could vaguely hear Ward clearing his throat and Sarah groaning dramatically, muttering something like “Oh my God, get a room,” but Rafe couldn’t have cared less.

His lips moved with a rhythm that was almost addictive, deep and slow, tasting and savoring every inch of your mouth like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known—and maybe you were. You gasped softly against him, but he only grinned into the kiss, nipping your bottom lip and pulling you closer.

When he finally—finally—pulled back, his lips were red, eyes dark, and he wore that smug little smirk that always made your knees weak.

“Better,” he said simply, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip like he was wiping away a trace of him, even though he loved leaving marks, loved the way you looked after he’d kissed you breathless.

You could barely catch your breath, cheeks flushed, but he wasn’t done. His arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you to his chest like he was afraid you’d slip away.

You glanced around, embarrassment tingling at your cheeks when you saw Sarah dramatically covering her eyes with a pillow.

“Rafe, seriously?” you whispered, laughing softly.

He shrugged, that damn smirk never leaving his face. “What? I wanted to kiss my girl. Not my fault she’s irresistible.”

Ward walked past, shaking his head. “Control yourself, son.”

“No promises,” Rafe shot back, looking down at you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple like he didn’t just devour you in front of his entire family.

And it wasn’t just at home either.

You’d lost count of how many times he pulled this move in public. At parties, he’d corner you against a wall or drag you outside for air, only to kiss you senseless under the stars. In town, he’d stop walking mid-sentence, grabbing your hand and spinning you toward him just to kiss you right there on the sidewalk, ignoring the looks, the whispers.

You remembered one time especially, at a bonfire with half of Figure Eight and more Pogues than usual.

You were standing by the fire, chatting with some of your friends, when you caught Rafe’s eye across the crowd. He was leaning against his truck, drink in hand, but his gaze was locked on you. You knew that look. Knew it like the back of your hand.

And sure enough, moments later, you felt a firm grip on your waist, his chest pressed against your back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your ear. “C’mere.”

Before you could respond, he spun you around and crashed his lips to yours, not even bothering to hide the low groan that rumbled from his throat as he kissed you. Hard. Deep. Slow. Like he had all the time in the world and wanted to spend it tasting you. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you dizzy.

You heard someone catcall, some guy jeering, “Damn, Cameron, save some for later!” but Rafe didn’t even blink.

When he finally let you breathe, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, lips inches from yours. “Had to,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Couldn’t look at you across the fire like that and not have you.”

You were breathless, heart pounding, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re insane.”

“For you? Always.”

[anqelrafe]

LATE NIGHT DRIVES

PAIRING: BSF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!FEM!READER

summary: Rafe cherished these drives with you. Where you both would blare your wildly different music, talk about anything that came to mind, and stop at random convenience stores for snacks. It was the only time where he felt genuinely relaxed and content.

a/n: okayy new setup? 🫣 I dunno, I'm trying it out but I likee. very professional, very cutesy. Anyway, this is my first well thought out writing so please do leave constructive criticism if you think I could do something different next time...

word count: 0.6k

The route to your house was second nature by now. He's been there so much that he almost knows it better than his own home. which he doesn't mind at all, cause your house was basically his second home.

As you lie in your bed, your phone buzzes with an "I'm outside" text from Rafe. So per routine, you get up, throwing on the first hoodie in reach and heading out of the door.

He blows out out a breath, letting out a low "Its about fucking time" as you get in his truck.

"yeah yeah, it wasn't that long. you're just impatient"

he pulls out of your driveway, scoffing slightly "I must have plenty of patience, I deal with you, don't I? and put your seat belt on."

Once your seat belt is fastened, he begins driving on the road, having no destination in mind like usual. For a while, it's just silence between you two. Which isn't uncommon for both of you, it's familiar and more comforting than he'd like to admit.

"Lets stop at a gas station for snacks" you request, looking out the window

He nods, a murmured "sure" leaving his lips as he drives in the direction of the nearest gas station.

Entering the gas station, you immediately make your way toward the section with candy, picking out packages of a variety of candies while he heads towards the chips.

Once you both have gathered a good amount of snacks for each of you, which you both are gonna end up sharing anyway, you set them down on the counter as the cashier to rings up all of the items that he ends up paying for like usual since he'll throw a fit if he doesn't.

When you both make it into the car, he drives to the usual spot you both spend nights at. An empty parking lot. "Oh my gosh, turn it up!" you motion to the radio, smiling widely.

He groans as he turns up the radio "What the hell is this? Taylor Swift?"

"Sabrina Carpenter" you correct "And it's good, just listen."

"Yeah, I'd rather not" he replies as he takes a few gummy bears from the bag in your lap. He always claims to hate your music taste but you always find him humming a beat to one of the songs you pick out during a drive.

He leans back into his seat, chewing slowly as he listens to the lyrics. "You listen to some dirty music" he chuckles

"Hey, she's not that bad. You should see her on tour though, you'll have a stroke."

he raises his eyebrow, an amused expression on his face "really, huh? what, are you gonna go?"

you hum, shaking your head "No. I want to, though. But her tickets are kinda pricey. Maybe if I have extra money to spend soon."

"I'll take you."

The Skittles you were eating nearly get stuck in your throat as you look at him in bewilderment "What?! No! Rafe, that's too much money."

he shrugs "It's fine. I wanna do it. Just let me? Please?" of course he wouldn't bat an eye at spending that much money, he was loaded.

you hesitate for a moment, but seeing the insistence in his eyes, you eventually nod slightly "Fine. You can take me. But I'm paying you back eventually, alright?"

"Mm okay, sure. Deal." he agrees, even though he knows when it comes time for you to pay him back, he'll either give the money right back to you or refuse it.

"Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate it." you smile, genuinely touched by his willingness to spend that much money on you. It was rare that he went out of his way to please someone.

"Mhm, of course" he smiles back before throwing a gummy bear your way "consider it a late birthday gift."

"my birthday was like nine months ago, but okay."

"Mm yeah, just go with it" he chuckles, reaching over and talking your hand.

That was definitely new...

[rafeandonlyrafe]

normal procedure

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!!, dubcon, gynecologist!rafe, patient!reader, virgin!reader, gyno exam, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex

a/n: we can pretend that this is a roleplay scenario because obviously no real doctor would do this, lets all take a breath and remember this is fanFICTION aka not real or an endorsement by me (or my readers) of anything in this story

“oh, um-” you gulp, blinking as the fluorescent lights shine down on you.

“your feet ma’am.” he repeats, tapping the stirrups. you lift your legs, well aware that you're lacking any sort of underwear underneath your hospital gown.

your doctor secures your legs in the straps before his eyes drift to your center, now on display with your parted thighs.

you gasp and pull your gown down to somewhat cover yourself.

“ma’am, i assure you this is all part of the normal exam.”

“i-i-” you swallow thickly, blinking again, swearing the lights are only getting brighter, hotter, as a bead of sweat forms and falls on your forehead. “what's your name?”

“im doctor rafe cameron. certified gynecologist. you can just call me rafe though.” he explains softly. “and there is no need to be nervous.”

“okay… how long have you been a gynecologist?”

“asking all these questions is just going to delay what we need to get done.” rafe says. “shall we begin?”

“i suppose.” you nod. you know usually girls wait until after they have sex for the first time to visit, but with your twenty first birthday coming up as still a virgin, you decided you might as well stop delaying the inevitable.

“im just going to lift your gown.” rafes hands are slow and gentle as he brings the hem up, revealing your bare cunt to him.

“does it all… look okay?” you question. 

“you look perfect.” rafe says, his voice lowering in tone as he reaches for his gloves, pulling the latex over his long, slender fingers.

“okay.” you nod. surely a doctor would know. it lessens your anxiety the tiniest bit.

“im going to touch you now, okay?” rafe looks up at you, and his eye contact holds you still, blue eyes gleaming with intensity as they look into your brown ones.

“y/f/n?” 

“oh, yes.” you nod quickly. “yes, that's fine.”

rafe hums, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk. “so if i read your chart correctly, you haven't had sex yet?”

“no, s-sir.” you shake your head, eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid that captivating gaze, even if the fluorescents make your eyes hurt.

rafe mutters something under his breath, but you're sure your ears are just playing tricks on you. no way he would whisper “perfect” to himself. surely he's a professional.

rafe lays two fingers on your inner thigh and your entire body jolts, the gloves cold against your bare skin.

“it's okay.” rafes other hand rests on your thigh, rubbing gently with his thumb. “im going to begin the exam, if you feel any discomfort at any point just tell me.”

“okay.” you nod, and you swear despite the chilly gloves, his touch leaves a trail of fire as he brings his two fingers closer to your pussy, before suddenly swiping through your folds.

“oh!” you squeal out, hips lifting slightly before pushing back down.

“it's a normal bodily reaction.” rafe assures you before you can even feel embarrassment.

rafes fingers swipe through again, but at least you're expecting it this time. you blink quickly, trying to keep yourself calm as his other hand moves to join in examining your cunt.

“just going to use my thumbs to look around. let me know if it gets to be too much.”

just as rafe said, his thumbs begin to pull and poke at your skin. you move your gaze from the ceiling back down to rafe, seeing the same intensity in his eyes but now focused on your pussy.

“im going to touch you some place that may make you feel… fervent. please know that any reaction your body may have is normal and all part of the exam.” rafe places his thumb directly over your bud, and your body lights up like a firework.

you don't even realize you're moaning until the side of rafes mouth quirks up again into that signature smirk.

“oh!” you squeal again. “oh my god, im so sorry.”

“it's all normal.” rafe assures you. he gives you a moment to get used to the pressure on your clit, simply touching it with the pad of his thumb before he begins to swipe over it, stimulating your clit while his eyes move back and forth between your pussy and your face contorted in pleasure.

“is this supposed to feel so good?” you question. you didn't do much research on what actually happens when you get in the gynecologists chair, but you swear what you've heard from friends is that the exam isn't comfortable.

“yes.” rafe says simply, and you have no reason to not take his word as truth. “my thumb is going to stay there as i insert a finger.”

you nod, glad to have the distraction of his thumb moving around your clit, even if your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you grow wetter.

“hm, looks like i won't need any external lubricant.” rafe looks up at you. “sometimes i have to with virgins. but your pussy is perfect.”

“thank you?” your thought process is quickly shut off as rafes finger prods at your entrance, getting his gloves significantly wet.

“sorry if this is cold, but i have a feeling you'll warm me up quickly.” rafe pushes his finger inside slowly, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes closed to keep more sounds from coming out of your mouth.

“does it all feel normal?” you're well aware at your voice must sound strained as rafes finger rubs against your inner walls.

“yes.” rafe says, this time his voice having an air of shakiness to it. “you're tight, but it's to be expected from a virgin.”

“s-sorry about that.” you can't tell if rafes emphasis on the word is negative or positive. “i didn't see myself losing it anytime soon so i scheduled my appointment.”

“and why is that darling?” rafe questions, his voice a purr as he begins to move his finger in and out in slow strokes.

“why am i a virgin? uhh…” you trail off. “i guess just haven't found the right guy yet.”

in truth, the whole idea of sex gets you nervous. hopefully after getting assurances that everything works okay down there, it'll be one less thing to be anxious about.

“we can take care of that today if you'd like.”

the thumb stroking over your clit flicks upward suddenly, making your hips jump up, legs straining in their spread position.

“what do you mean?” you ask, feeling and hearing rafes finger speed up, your slickness making it easier and easier for him to move.

“i can take your virginity. it's part of my duties as your doctor. only if you'd like, it's an optional part of the exam.”

“you mean like… insert something in me?”

“yes, my cock.” rafe smirks as he pulls his finger out, tapping against your wetness and letting the sound spread through the exam room.

“oh!” you look at rafe to make sure he's serious, but his expression doesn't convey any sort of joking around. “gynecologists do that?”

“for our virgin patients if they'd like. id wear a condom of course and take your virginity so it's less of an ordeal for you. and i can assure everything is working fine.”

“and by everything you mean…”

“making you cum.” rafes thumb applies a bit more pressure to your clit. “although you're already not far off, are you?”

“wouldn't know.” you can feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, an unfamiliar feeling you can't quite place.

“what do you say y/f/n?”

“s-sure.” you nod. “if this is all normal, i guess it's fine.”

“great.” rafe smiles, before looking down at your cunt. “ill have to work two fingers into you before fu- helping you lose your virginity.” he explains.

thankfully, his thumb keeps tapping and pressing down on your sensitive bud as a second finger lathers itself in your wetness, sliding through your folds before dipping into your cunt.

his finger are barely an inch inside before they're back out. “you'll have to excuse me for going one handed for a second.”

rafes thumb moves away from your clit, and you're about to cry out for more, immediately missing the feeling, when rafes mouth drops and his tongue takes its place.

“doctor!” you shout.

“all normal.” rafe assures you, his lips already shining with your juices. “taste is an important part of the exam too. and you're very sweet.”

you watch as rafes head dips again, his mouth working on your cunt as his two fingers that you hadn't even realized have been pushed inside of you begin to move.

rafes free hand reaches for his pants, pushing them down to get his already hard cock out. he begins to stroke as his tongue licks at your clit, fingers opening you up.

you feel another jolt of pressure when his fingers spread to scissor and close, scissor and close, working your gummy walls open for him.

rafe presses a series of wet, sloppy kisses over your cunt before restraining himself and pulling back, licking greedily over his lips to not waste your taste.

“are you ready?” rafe asks, reaching into a drawer to get a condom.

“yes.” you nod quickly. you're more than desperate now for his cock, especially as his fingers slide out and leave you empty to squeeze around nothing.

rafe stands up, bringing his cock up into your sight line. your eyes widen when you see he's much longer and thicker than his two fingers that were already a tight fit inside you.

“don't worry.” rafe says as he tears the foil of the condom before getting the rubber out and rolling it down his length. “im gonna take good care of you.”

your hips already sit at perfect height as rafe steps between your legs. you would close them out of shyness if it was at all possible.

rafe taps his tip over your clit, making you moan out, but you don't bother to hold back, not when rafe lets out a moan as well.

“the room is completely noise proof, and sounds are nothing to be embarrassed by.” rafe assures you as he rubs his cock against your pussy, thoroughly wetting himself before pushing against your entrance.

it's a slow push to break the ring of muscle, and then an easy slide once he's in.

“h-holy shit.” you whine out, hands gripping the side of the bed as rafes hips immediately begin to swing in and out.

“any pain?”

“none.” you answer quickly. there's no hiding the intense pleasure being brought to your body, especially when rafes thumb retakes its place on your clit.

“there ya go.” rafe smiles as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock. “i can tell you're getting close.”

rafe glances at the clock, wishing he could fuck you for longer, but if he extends the time for the exam too long the nurses will surely get suspicious.

“how does it f-ffffffff-” your ability to speak briefly lapses when rafes thrust speed up. “feel for you?” you manage to complete your sentence.

“your pussy feels amazing. you're so tight and warm. any guy would be lucky to be inside of you.” rafe says, his hips moving faster, desperate to cum. “perfect.”

you are practically glowing underneath the praise and impending orgasm, rafes thumb moving faster with real purpose now.

your head tips back and before you know it, a wash of light and pleasure has taken over your body, and you're moaning and twitching as what you're certain is your high breaks.

“that's it.” rafe smiles, feeling your pussy flutter around him, clit pulsing with the strength of your orgasm as he thrusts harder into your pussy, putting all his might into helping you ride out your orgasm and spur on his own.

rafe lodges his cock as deep inside of you as he can as he cums, briefly cursing the barrier of the condom from preventing himself from flooding your womb.

“very- good.” rafe pants, pulling out extra slow despite the clock ticking down, watching as your hole squeezes back tight as he pulls out.

rafe discards the condom and then his soaked gloves, sticky with your wetness before tucking himself back into his pants.

“take all the time you need.” rafe undoes the stirrups and let's your legs flop down. “ill come check on you in five minutes, i need to see if my other patient is here.”

and just as quickly as he entered, rafe leaves the room, leaving you with your pussy a sloppy mess and heart beating fast.

[ellatehe]

loverboy

pairing - rafe cameron x sunshine!kook!reader

warning - fluff

rafe cameron was always known for his fiery temper and reckless behavior. he'd been raised under the heavy expectations of his father, and it had shaped him into someone who was always on edge, always fighting. but everything changed the day he met you.

it was at the country club, when you were having lunch with your grandmother. rafe, on the other hand, was fooling around with topper and kelce, as usual, caught in their antics. that's when he first saw you, sitting in the sun, wearing a simple yellow dress that seemed to glow against the afternoon beams. it wasn't just your dress that caught his attention, it was your presence; warm, radiant, effortlessly calm.

when you crossed paths before you left, rafe was caught off guard, his usual confidence faltered. he had planned to say something smooth or clever, but all that came out was a breathy, "hey."

"hey," you replied with a polite smile, "do you need anything?"

without thinking, rafe blurted, "you're beautiful."

flustered, you smiled a little wider, feeling warmth spread in your cheeks. "thank you so much," you replied, your smile brighter than before.

the conversation bloomed, and in that moment, rafe knew he had to see you again. he asked for your number, and from that moment on, you two were inseparable.

the more time you spent together, from movie nights to beach days, the more rafe changed. he found himself less angry all the time, lost in the weight of his families expectations. instead, he found peace in your presence. you became the calm to his storm, the sunshine in his darkest days. you gave him a reason to smile again, a reason to believe there was more to life than chaos and frustration.

for your one month anniversary, rafe did something special. he drove to your grandmothers house, holding a bouquet of yellow roses, your favorite. afterward, you two sailed on the marsh, basking in sunlight and laughter.

rafe had always felt like he was drifting, like there was no purpose to life beyond his father's demands. but with you, he felt grounded. he found meaning in your smile, in the sound of your laughter, in the way you made him feel like he mattered. and that, he realized, was all he needed; to make you happy.

[stvolanis]

his body quivered under yours in anticipation, and his curious eyes were hooded with lust as he watched you align your entrance with this cock. “Say it, rafey.” You urged, teasing the tip of his entrance against your clit, feeling his precum smear and mix with your juices. Rafe bit his lip harshly, almost as if he were holding it back. You clicked your tongue at his defiance. “Hmm, maybe you don’t deserve this then, huh?” You sighed as you moved to get off of him.

Rafes hand flew to your waist, instantly stopping you. Still chewing on his bottom lip nervously, his eyes met yours. “M sorry, I’ll be good for you, ‘promise.” He said, and you smiled cruelly at the way his aching member twitched against your cunt, begging for your attention. “Then say it, baby.” You cooed, rubbing your slick up and down his cock with your pussy.

you could’ve sworn you heard the faintest, needy whimper slip past his lips. “Need you to fuck me, please.” He groaned out. You laughed at how pathetic he looked sprawled under you with bite marks covering his chest, followed by stains of your lipstick. “Mm, good boy, aren’t you?” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

he felt like the wind was knocked out of him as you suddenly sank down into him, completely enveloping his cock in your warmth. “Oooh, fuck—please, please—�� he chanted over and over as you bounced up and down, hypnotized by the way your breasts bounced with you. Your hand found it’s way to his throat, putting just enough pressure to remind him that it’s you who has this power over him.

“Gonna milk you dry.” You moaned out, fueled by the way his hands gripped onto your hips like his life depended on it. You could feel his cock twitching in you, signaling his release approaching—but the twisted side of you wanted more. “M gonna cum, oh god, fuck—“ he whimpered out, tears lining his eyes, the most helpless he’s ever felt. “Beg.” You said, lightly slapping the side of his face.

“Please let me cum, I-I can’t—mommy, please.” He said between moans, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to delay his release. You hummed in approval as you sped up your pace, squirting all over his cock with a loud moan as you felt him paint your insides.

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