rafesbambiangel

[rafesbambiangel]

sweet all over — rafe cameron

pairing ; bf!rafe x reader

summary ; your boyfriend comes over and interrupts your baking

warnings / notes ; no warnings!! thought this was really cute 🧁🧁🧁

rafe had always liked sneaking up on you. It was kind of his thing—catching you off guard just to see you jump or gasp, and then acting like it was the funniest thing in the world.

you barely had a second to react before his arms wrapped around your waist, his fingers digging gently into your hips as he pulled you back against his chest. a soft gasp escaped you, startled, before his low laugh rumbled right against your ear.

“hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

you sighed, leaning back against his chest, your body easing into him instantly. “you scared me,” you said quietly, the tension slipping from your shoulders. “hi.”

he laughed again, and you could feel it against your back as he tightened his arms around you.

“yeah, that was kind of the point,” he teased, his lips brushing your neck. “looked so cute dancing around in here, I had to get your attention somehow.”

you smiled to yourself, trying to stay focused on the cookie dough you were carefully spacing out on the tray—even though all you really wanted was to turn around and kiss him. “what did you do today?”

he didn’t move, just stayed wrapped around you, watching you work while clearly thinking about anything but cookies.

“not much,” he said, kissing your shoulder so gently it made your stomach flip. “went to the gym, met up with Topper. missed you, though.”

your head tilted back instinctively, an unspoken invitation. He could always reach—he was taller, after all—and of course, he didn’t hesitate.

he smiled as you leaned into him, then kissed you softly, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. his hand slid up to cradle your jaw, thumb tracing lightly over your cheek. You melted into it, letting yourself get lost in him for just a moment before he pulled back.

“you taste sweet,” he said, eyes flicking down to your lips. “been eating the dough again, hm?”

heat crept into your cheeks instantly. “no,” you said, trying to sound casual, though your flustered tone gave you away. “that’s just me, I think.”

he smiled—that gentle, knowing smile that made your heart stutter every single time.

“wouldn’t surprise me,” he murmured, leaning in again, his nose brushing against yours. “you’re sweet all over.”

[rafesbambiangel]

Loved this so much😭💕

EYES ON ME ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

warnings: alcohol/intoxication, jealousy, mild controlling behavior? typical rafe tendencies, multiple men staring at reader.

you’re too warm, a little too drunk, and you don’t even realize it. all you know is rafe feels solid under your palms, smelling like a mix of cologne and alcohol. you can’t stop kissing him, leaving shimmery gloss as your lips brush clumsily over his jaw and the corner of his mouth. your breath hitches every time he exhales your name.

the party keeps pulsing around you. the bass so loud it rattles your ribs, lights flashing over everyone’s half‑drunk, half‑posing faces. bodies swaying slow like they all share one brain cell. but, none of it matters because in your head, its only him. the crowd disappearing every time he puts a hand on your hip.

you’re on him now in that little dress you wore just for him— tiny loose straps slipping off your shoulders, hem hiking so high it barely covers your underwear. he sighs, big hand coming down to tug your dress back into place. “hey, hey— careful,” he calls, but you barely hear it over your own giggle, rolling your hips against him, arms thrown around his neck.

“baby,” rafe mutters, voice rough and strained. “ease up… fuck— just cool it, alright?” you laugh, leaning in closer. “but you look so good tonight,” you praise, lips brushing his ear, words syrupy sweet. “baby,” he says sharper this time, hand tightening on your waist, “stop.”

you lean back a little, blinking slow. “why?” you ask, like it’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard. and fuck, he loves it. loves the way you’re so wrapped up in him you forget the rest of the room exists. he almost forgets why he was antsy, but then he sees it, a couple of guys by the bar, eyes locked on you, smirks on their faces, one of them fucking pointing.

“fuckin’— nah. we’re out. c’mon,” rafe grits, voice cracking like it’s half a plea, half an order. you pout, eyes glazed from the booze. “nooo,” you drag it out, stubborn, palms still splayed on his chest. “i don’t wanna go yet.” you whine.

“don’t,” he says, his hand curling tighter around your hip. “don’t push it, okay?"

“why’re you mad?” you giggle, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “don’t be mad, rafey.”

and it kills something in him a little, the way you say it, the way you look like him, soft and pretty and his. but his gaze snaps back to those guys, and something nasty curls under his skin. fuck that.

his next words tumble out, all breath and anger, “we’re goin’ now.”

“rafe,” you start, still playful, not seeing how his jaw goes hard. “just one more dance?”

"enough,” rafe snaps, “ i said we’re leaving.” he dips down, his breath hot against your skin, “don’t make me say it again.”

your eyes go wide, pout trembling. but you let him steer you off the dance floor, dress riding up as you stumble out in your tiny heels. he curses under his breath.

outside, the night air bites at your skin, making you shiver. you wrap your arms around yourself, goosebumps rising on your arms.

rafe shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders without a word. he’s still wound tight when he opens the car door for you. you slide in, confusion pinching your brow. “did i do something?”

“no,” he mutters when you try to kiss him even as he buckles your seatbelt. it really does relax you a bit when he gives in, kissing you quick and messy before pulling away.

but still it wasn’t nearly enough to stop your mind from reeling.

once he slides into the driver’s seat, you’re all pouty lips and watery lashes.

then your voice breaks, too close to tears.

“you don’t like me anymore,” you whisper, “you didn’t even wanna dance with me.”

“fuck,” rafe breathes out, frustration melting into something softer. his eyes squeeze shut like it physically hurts. “baby, don’t— don’t say that, okay?”

“it’s ‘cause i look stupid,” you rush out, “or ugly—”

“no,” he bites out, too quick and rough. then again, gentle and softer. “no.”

you sniffle, tears slipping down your cheek.

“hey, quit. it wasn’t none of that,” he says, hand coming up to wipe your cheek, knuckles brushing soft. “it— it’s.. every fuckin’ guy in there was starin’.. thinkin’ they could—” his breath catches, jaw ticking. “thinkin’ they could even look.”

“just didn’t want them seein’ you like that,” he admits, thumb brushing the gloss smudge from your mouth. “that’s mine. only mine.”

“i just wanted you to look at me,” you confess, lower lip trembling.

“baby,” he breathes, leaning in as he makes his best attempt to sound as sweet and nice as possible, “couldn’t stop lookin’. swear to god, i— i couldn’t fuckin’ look anywhere else.” he laughs softly.

and the raw desperation for you to believe him in his voice makes your chest pull tight, tears spilling faster even as your mouth curves into a small, shaky smile.

you nod, blinking through wet lashes. “so.. you’re not mad?”

“was mad,” he admits, shaking his head slightly when he realizes it came out harsher than he meant, “but… not at you.”

“promise?”

“promise,” he assures, voice wrecked.

you lean into his palm, heart hammering too fast. “i’m sorry,” you whisper.

he shakes his head, eyes on you, breath evening out. “don’t be, alright? wasn’t you.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “now stop crying, huh? makes me feel like a fuckin’ dick.”

you laugh, flushed and tipsy, leaning into his touch, and when he kisses you, slow and deep, it tastes like salt and vodka and something stupidly soft that doesn’t quite leave, even when the truck pulls away from the curb.

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✮⋆˙ . rafe lulling you to sleep in his arms while he scratches down your back.

warnings — none, really! soft!rafe x sleepy!reader.

cherie’s note — requested here! thank you nonnie (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶). such a cute idea, and a definitely a cute little play on my other work!! <3

"ray."

rafe blinked hard against the dark, disoriented and confused, frowning as the sound of his name tugged him from sleep.

it was quiet. so soft. almost whiny.

and for a second, he was sure he'd dreamt it — in all the months you'd been together, not once had you woken him up, especially when he was so deep in slumber. his brows furrow, eyes closed shut with a little frown on his lips.

"rafe."

more insistent this time, firmer. but still quiet.

his brows pull tighter together as he stirred awake, turning slowly onto his back to face you. his pale blue eyes fluttered open with visible effort, blinking away the sleep as he stared back at you.

"...what?" he mumbled, voice rough. "why're you awake?

you didn't answer at first.

he blinked again, slower this time, vision adjusting to the darkness swallowing you both. and then he saw you — kneeling beside him, sitting back on your heels, your arms curled around your chest like you were cold. you weren't crying — but your mouth was set in a pout, and your eyes looked glassy in the low light. dazed.

you looked little. like you didn't know exactly why you were up, either.

"can't sleep," you whispered, voice low.

rafe let out a low breath, dragging a hand over his face. "baby..." he groaned softly, squinting at the clock. "it's like... three in the morning."

you nodded a little. just once. you weren't really looking at him — too busy staring past him, like your thoughts were stuck in some far-off place. your hands fidgeted at the hem of your shirt, one of his old ones, sleeves falling over your knuckles. you looked so soft it hurt.

he blinked at you in the low light, mind still hazy with sleep but already concerned. "s'wrong?"

you opened your mouth to say something — anything — but you closed it quickly, swallowing hard. the words didn't come, too knotted in your chest. you felt guilty for waking him up, but the feeling had been gnawing within you for hours now and being alone with it had started to feel unbearable.

"c'mere," he murmured, voice a little gentler this time.

he lifted the blanket without hesitation, welcoming you into the heat of his body. you crawled in close, wordlessly, tucking yourself beneath his chin, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. one of his arms curled around your waist, the other dragging slowly up your back, hand slipping beneath the oversized shirt you wore.

his fingers splayed out against your skin, warm and steady. he worked slow, soothing circles between your shoulder blades, the kind that made your lashes flutter shut on instinct. his fingertips ran softly down the skin of your back, goosebumps rising in their wake.

"you're okay," he whispered against the crown of your head. "i've got you, sweet girl. s'okay, go back to sleep."

you didn't say anything. didn't have to. the tension in your spine began to loosen, under the rhythm of his touch. his fingers dragged upwards following the pattern of your spine, soft and soothing.

your legs tangled with his, breath syncing to the rise and fall of his chest. he smelled like warmth, like sleep and skin and something that made your whole body relax — like safety. like home.

"not going anywhere, angel.”

a little quieter, barely a whisper as his lips pressed gently against your forehead. “i got you, my love.”

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literally the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen

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i love how my feed is a mix between “don’t eat, you need to starve” and “i want rafe cameron to fuck me raw”

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"You can't bite me" God forbid a girl has hobbies 🙄

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oh this is stunning 🥹🥹

'I should've known' rafe cameron x pregnant!pogue!reader *reader and fic belong to @ rafesgreasycurtainbangs

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not to be dramatic but I love biceps. like thank you for existing. thank you for flexing. thank you for ruining my life respectfully.

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HONEYMOON

with Rafe Cameron

-> Rafe x F!Reader

📍 Amalfi Coast, Italy 🇮🇹

You knew honeymooning with Rafe Cameron would be an experience.

But as you step onto the sun drenched terrace of your private villa overlooking the endless stretch of the Mediterranean, waves crashing gently against the cliffs below, you realize nothing could have prepared you for this.

It’s breathtaking. The kind of view that belongs in a postcard, all golden light and soft ocean breeze, the scent of lemon trees lingering in the air.

And then there’s Rafe, grinning like he planned this entire thing himself (he didn’t), hands in his pockets, watching you expectantly.

“Well?” he prompts, shifting closer, voice dipping into something softer. “Worth marrying me for?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “Jury’s still out.”

Rafe hums, unconvinced. “Mm. Guess I’ll have to spend the next week proving you made the right choice.”

Before you can fire back, his arms loop around your waist, pulling you into him with that effortless ease, the kind that still makes your breath catch, even after everything. His lips find your temple, lingering just long enough to send warmth spreading through your chest.

And suddenly, you don’t care about the luggage still sitting by the door. Or the very long flight it took to get here.

Because Rafe is here. And he’s yours.

And if the next week looks anything like this?

You’re definitely in trouble.

☀️ Lazy Tanning on the Coast

The afternoon sun is warm against your skin, a lazy breeze rolling in from the water as you stretch out on the lounge chair. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below is almost hypnotic, so much so that you don’t even notice Rafe shifting closer until you feel his fingers graze your wrist. “You’re not even trying to tan,” he murmurs, lips curving into a smirk. You peek at him over your sunglasses. “Maybe because I don’t need to turn into a lobster like you.” Rafe scoffs, dramatically offended. “Lobster? Baby, I’m gonna be golden.” “You’re gonna be burnt." He ignores that, reaching over to steal your drink without asking, sipping lazily before setting it back down, closer to his side of the table. You huff, but before you can snatch it back, he shifts onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he studies you. “What?” you ask, suspicious. His expression softens, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “You just look good. Happy.” The words settle warm in your chest, and for once, you don’t have a teasing remark ready. Instead, you reach out, threading your fingers through his where they rest between you. “I am,” you admit. And with him under the golden Italian sun, you really are.

🏍 Him absolutely renting a Vespa just to “impress you”

“You’re going to kill us.” Rafe scoffs, revving the Vespa like it’s a full blown motorcycle. “Baby, have a little faith.” You tighten your grip around his waist, already regretting this. “Last time you drove something this small, you ran over Topper’s foot.” “Okay, first of all, that was his fault for standing too close. Second, this is different. I’ve got it under control.” Famous last words. The Vespa wobbles as he takes off, and you let out an actual scream, clinging to him for dear life. Rafe just laughs, one hand way too casually gripping the handlebar. “Relax,” he says over the wind, sounding downright smug. “You’re in good hands.” You peek over his shoulder, past the stunning coastline, the rows of pastel-colored buildings, the winding cobblestone streets you’re probably about to crash into, and sigh. “Just try not to get us banned from Italy, okay?” Rafe chuckles, his free hand reaching down to squeeze yours where it rests against his stomach. “No promises, Mrs. Cameron.” And despite yourself, despite the very real possibility of disaster, you can’t help but smile.

🍝 Romantic candelit dinners where you can't keep your eyes off of him

The restaurant is tucked into the cliffs, candlelight flickering against white linen tablecloths, the sound of waves crashing below blending seamlessly with the soft hum of conversation. It’s the kind of place straight out of a dream: warm, intimate, effortlessly romantic. And yet, the only thing you can focus on is Rafe. He sits across from you, sleeves rolled up, tanned skin golden in the glow of the candles. There’s a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you, fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. “You’re staring,” he murmurs. You roll your eyes, spearing a piece of pasta with your fork. “You’re imagining things.” Rafe leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Mmm. Don’t think so.” His voice dips, teasing but quiet, like it’s meant just for you. “Starting to think you like me, sweetheart.” You hum, pretending to consider. “Well, I did marry you. So, I guess you’re not totally awful.” His smirk deepens, but instead of responding, he reaches across the table, fingers grazing your wrist before curling around your hand completely. The warmth of his touch sends a flutter through your chest, one you pretend not to feel as he rubs slow, lazy circles against your skin. For once, there’s no bickering. No teasing. Just him. Just this. And as the night stretches on, wine glasses emptied, dessert shared, his foot nudging yours under the table, you realize something for the millionth time. You don’t just like Rafe Cameron. You love him.

🌊 A boat ride that ends with both of you in the water.

The sun is high, the water impossibly blue as the boat drifts lazily along the coast. It’s quiet except for the occasional hum of the engine and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull. Rafe stands at the bow, arms outstretched like he owns the ocean, wind ruffling his sun-bleached hair. “See? Told you renting a boat was a genius idea.” You lean back against the railing, sipping your drink. “Mmm. I’ll be impressed when you actually do something.” He turns, raising a brow. “Is that a challenge?” You smirk. “More like a fact.” And then, before you can react, Rafe strides toward you, that dangerous glint in his eye as he sets your drink to the side. “Rafe—” Too late. His arms wrap around you, warm and solid, and in one swift motion, he dives off the side, taking you with him. The water is a shock, cool against your sun-kissed skin, bubbles rushing around you as you resurface with a gasp. “Rafe!” you splutter, shoving wet hair from your face. He’s already floating beside you, grinning so smugly you could throttle him. “You said I should do something.” “You’re impossible!” You flick water at him, but he just laughs, swimming closer. Then, his hands find your waist beneath the waves, tugging you against him effortlessly. His voice drops, lower, softer. “But you love me anyway.” You roll your eyes, but your arms loop around his neck, your legs tangling with his in the water. “Unfortunately.” He grins before closing the space between you, his lips warm despite the cool water, the sea carrying you both in lazy circles. And maybe his boat idea was kind of genius.

🛏 Mornings spent tangled in crisp white sheets, sunlight spilling through open windows, his lazy grin the first thing you see.

Morning comes slow, golden light spilling through the open windows, the soft rustle of the ocean breeze slipping through sheer white curtains. The sheets are a tangled mess, warm, wrinkled, wrapped around your legs and twisted somewhere between you and Rafe. You blink sleepily, stretching against the pillows, only to be met with the sight of him. Rafe lies beside you, arm thrown lazily over your waist, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. His hair is a mess, sun-kissed strands falling over his forehead, and when he stirs, just barely, his lips curve into a lazy, lopsided grin. “Morning, Mrs. Cameron,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. Your heart does that stupid fluttering thing, but you roll your eyes anyway, fingers tracing absentmindedly along his jaw. “You just like saying that.” He hums, eyes still half-closed as he tugs you closer, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your bare shoulder. “Obviously.” You sigh, letting yourself melt into him, into the warmth of his skin, the steady press of his heartbeat against yours. Neither of you rush to move. There’s nowhere to be, nothing to do but exist here in this perfect little pocket of time where the world is quiet and love feels as easy as breathing. And as Rafe buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about five more minutes, you know, without a doubt, you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

A/N: Inspo struck guys I'm on a roll

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i just wanna annoy the fuck out of rafe and let him punish me for it 🚬🚬🚬

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SIGHHHHHH GIVE HIM TO ME

𝛠 𓂅 RAFE CAMERON && little moments Ꮺ ⟡₊ ⊹

⊹ 𓈒 headcanons 𖧷 moments with you + rafe 𖧷 compliments 𖧷 𓂂 ﾟ ˖

❞ YOU stood in front of the mirror, trying to figure out the angle for the picture, the fitted dress you wore snug. rafe walked up behind you just then, pausing when he spotted you. he walked up behind you, admiring without touching. you took a few photos then of him gazing at you from head to toe. “so pretty, baby. you posting those?” you nodded, looking back to him. he nodded back, “tag me, i’m the dress.”

❞ RAFE took the handbag from you as you handed it to him mindlessly. “this is cute right?” you pressed a top you grabbed to your front, turning to show rafe. he analyzed it, brow tugging. “you said that wasn’t your color” you pouted, looking down to it. “but the lace is cute, right?” rafe nodded, hand coming up to graze his chin. “yeah, i like you in lace” you looked up to him as he grabbed the sleeve, assessing it. you stifled a giggle at his rapt attention. “this fits you, i want you in this in the other colors, too” you shrugged, “okay.” he grabbed it from you, glancing to the rack. “oh look baby, it’s a set. i’ll get you the bottoms, too.”

❞ RAFE couldn’t stop glancing up from the business call on his laptop. he had gotten up early for it, not expecting you to follow. but here you were, in his shirt and boxers, walking around like it was doing nothing to him. he titled his neck to the side, peeking up at you again, trying to see you over the screen. he muted the call when the attention was off of him. “take all of my closet, i’ll start over” you startled, glancing back to him. “start over?” he nodded, gaze still on his clothes. “i’ll buy more clothes. you can pick them out, i’ll wear whatever you want me to, then i want to see you in it.” he unmuted the call, responding to someone like he didn’t say anything.

❞ RAFE stepped back a little as you directed him to. you turned your head to the side, assessing your hair and outfit. rafe titled the phone as you stood up fully and turned a little to see the back of your outfit. he had the phone propped in his hands against his chest, the front camera facing you. “this good?” he had to get your angles right. you giggled, nodding. “mm hm. thank you.” it was his idea anyway, pulling out his phone when he noticed you touching up your appearance without seeing your reflection. his girl can’t worry about her looks. not when there was nothing to worry about you. look at you.

❞ RAFE stone faced the camera as you angled it in front of you two. you straddled, facing him, head against his neck. he went to press his face into your hair, still staring down the camera. you giggled, grabbing his chin to raise his head. “smile.” he immediately gave the camera a dazzling smirk at your request. you turned to kiss his cheek, snapping pictures in between when he spoke. “the camera likes you better, you’re the main focus. i’m just your decoration.” you gasped. “no, you’re my pretty boy. your smile is so handsome” you poked his cheek, him grinning shyly around it before speaking, “i’m your biggest fan, so i’m fangirling over you complimenting me.” he glanced to the side as you stopped the recording, catching his words. “posting this and exposing you.”

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coming home — rafe cameron

pairing ; rafe cameron x reader

summary ; rafe reunites with reader when he comes home for the summer

warnings / notes ; guys let’s pretend rafe didn’t drop out of college for this 😛😛

when rafe was at college, he tried to stay on a good path, but with no parents to supervise him— it was a disastrous plan. after a summer of doing drugs and being irresponsible, he was back home in kildare. seeing you again for the first time in months.

rafe’s always liked you, you were one of sarah’s best friends which meant the two of you basically grew up together. you did hook up a few times at parties, but never really talked about it after, it just became a habit.

It was late, you were sleeping over at tannyhill but you just could not fall asleep. with all the melatonin you’ve gorged yourself with, you should be in the deepest hibernation ever, despite the stifling heat of the night.

but you’re not. you’ve taken to the lounge chairs by the pool, both the pools lights and your phones illuminating your already achey strained eyes. It’s when you hear the sliding door open and close quietly, footsteps treading across the deck that can be heard behind you.

you think it’s sarah at first. words already forming mentally to explain yourself when you tilt your head, looking up to see— definitely not her.

instead of sarah, you saw her older brother, rafe. who must’ve been sleeping before, given the ruffled blonde hair and tired eyes.

“oh,” he manages to say in a voice still fatigue-ridden, not expecting it to be you either. It’s not a bad surprise. just you and him, alone, talking for the first time in months, no big deal. “what’re you still doin’ up? s’like.. two am.” he murmurs, stating the obvious as he drops down on the chair next to you.

it was so weird seeing him, but weird in a good way. “couldn’t sleep” you answered, looking over at him. he hadn’t changed much, not that he needed to, he was already perfect.

“me neither,” he murmurs. eyes drifting from the pool and over to you.

god, you were pretty, he thought to himself.

his lips part, about to say something when he seems to realize that it’s a bad idea. Instead he just looks away, staring at the water as silence sets in again.

“this whole summer’s been so.. stupid,” he says suddenly, shifting on the chair.

taking that as a sign college wasn’t great, “you think so?” you asked.

“god, yeah,” he says, rolling his eyes and letting out a huff. his eyes drifting back over to you, taking you in. he’s just realized that you’ve grown up far too much over a few months.

“I missed.. like.. a whole three months of.. this,” by ‘this’ he means being here in the outer banks. but the word sounds like it means so much more than that, something that just the two of you understand. “did you miss me?” he suddenly asked, making you shift a little in your chair.

you wanted to tell him how you felt empty without him, tell him about how much you cried the night he went away. but that would be pathetic so instead you just smiled a little and said “course’ i missed you.”

he smiled back, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.

“sorry i didn’t visit more often.” he said, genuinely sounding apologetic.

you knew he had a lot going on, you could’ve visited too, but you didn’t want to be a burden. “don’t apologise, i get it, you had a lot on your plate”

“i missed you” he said, his eyes staring into yours, like he was looking straight through you.

“i missed you too” you answered.

silence fell between the two of you, the comfortable kind, the kind that spoke volumes.

you cleared your throat, trying to distract yourself from the fact that he was right here, right in front of you, telling you he missed you. so you changed the topic. “how was college anyway?”

he smiled a little when he noticed the change in topic as he leaned back in the chair.

“it was fun… don’t think my liver feels the same,” he jokes. “met a lot of cool people”

you nodded, did “cool people” include girls?? it was none of your business, but you couldn’t help but wonder.

his eyes flickered as his gaze traveled down your body.

“what about you?” he tilted his head slightly, hair falling into his eyes. “anything interesting happen to you while I was gone?”

“hm.. not really, was kinda boring..” you admitted.

“boring huh..” he murmured, eyes raking down your form again.

“so you didn’t .. like .. hang out with any guys, nothin’?” he asks slowly. a question he’s been asking himself ever since he got back home.

oh. you didn’t expect that, why did he care??

“no..” you answered, shaking your head slightly, was he jealous? or just curious?

then it was silent again, but this time there was a hint of anticipation in the silence, like you were both waiting for the other to say something, do something even.

“i’m really glad you’re back” was all you could come up with, your mind too foggy to think of something else to say.

he goes quiet for a second after you say that, his smirk slowly fading and replaced with a smile that’s a lot gentler and more genuine.“yeah me too” he says quietly, eyes flickering over you again. “it’s nice being .. home..”

“yeah” you say with a smile.

he stares at you for a couple more seconds, watching the way your smile softens your face until he can’t handle it anymore.“fuck, come here,” he says suddenly in a tone that made your cheeks flush.

that was all you needed to hear, you immediately got up and settled in his lap, your arms wrapping around his waist. he smelled so.. safe

he let out a soft breath as you sat down on his lap, automatically wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer in his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder. “missed you..” he murmured, this was the calmest he’d felt in months, and that really means something.

“missed you so much rafey” you said, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek.

he closed his eyes when he felt your soft lips on his cheek, letting out a soft sigh. ‘rafey’.. he’s not heard that nickname in months. you were the only one who could call him that, because anyone else knew not to use that unless they wanted to be killed.

he pulled back a little and his hand came up to your cheek, fingers gently tracing your jawline, his gaze flickering down your face.

“do you have any idea how pretty you are? how- fucking pretty you are..” he muttered, fingers trailing down your neck.

that made you smile, no one had really ever appreciated you as much as he did “thank you..”

he just sat there for a moment, just admiring you, looking over all your features, naturally focusing on your lips.

“you know the first thing i did when i got home?” he asked, letting his fingers trail down to your hips.

you shook your head. “what?”

“looked for you,” he says. “first thing I did- as soon as I got back- I .. looked for you. wanted to see you.“ he felt like an idiot, biting his lip to stop himself from saying something stupid.

you had no idea what gave you the courage to say this, maybe the melatonin gummies sarah gave you were drugged?? but you said it anyway. “hey do you uh- can we go inside?”

he looked a little surprised at first, but then he smiled and nodded “yeah sure..”

the two of you went upstairs to the bedrooms, sneaking past sarah’s room so she wouldn’t hear you. when you got to rafe’s room it was surprisingly clean, just a few boxes still unpacked. his room was always like a safe space for you.

he got on the bed and you followed, practically melting into his arms.

“i took like four melatonin gummies if i just pass out-“ he cut you off with a laugh.

“that’s okay, we have time”

it didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep, it was probably not the melatonin, but his presence. something about it just made you feel protected, which you were because he would do basically anything for you.

he stayed up a little longer, running his fingers through your hair and looking at you to try and make up for the time he was gone.

in the morning, the two of you were woken up by a very shocked sarah who had gotten up without you next to her and decided to investigate… oops!

[rafesbambiangel]

this is so 😭😭💞💞💞

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.

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haiii i haven’t been active like.. at all on here lately, but i’m trying to be soo!! my requests and dms are always open <33 (im srs guys i need more friends on here i swear im nice) OK THATS ALL! ily ⭐️

[rafesbambiangel]

also hai… i’m alive

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wasn’t gonna drink tonight but i miss s2 rafe like a mf 😞😞

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the way i’ll be quoting “checkmate bitch” for the rest of my life is not even funny