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i just read your thinking thots with bambi!reader and i loved it sm!!! i feel like she would send this to rafe when she misses him lol

this pic is soooo bambi coded <33 she’s still a shy girl at the end of the day so she pulls her top down just a little bit for rafe to get the idea :((( i’m so happy you loved it!! i literally just put it together in three minutes lol

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SABRINA CARPENTER ON OPENING NIGHT OF THE SHORT N' SWEET TOUR ↳ COLUMBUS, OHIO (9.23.24) — celeb/smut rps & porn blogs do not interact

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GUYS !!

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kook!reader x rafe x barry…. bff trio? but two are dating? and it’s a groupchat?

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ok listen i was high and bored and wanted to make this, SO ITS JUST BITS but now i don’t want it to go to waste!!!!!! enjoy plsss. lmk if u want more? or if i should stick to what i know 😭😭

taglist: @oxpogues4lifexo

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older!rafe x maid!reader

warnings: smut, MDNI! i got this idea simply from cleaning my apartment, and from the fact that i like to clean... so, naturally, i had to bring it to life.

when rafe got married, he swore to himself that he wouldn't be like the most men that lived in figure eight, having affairs with multiple women that were ten, or even twenty years younger than him. he swore that he'd stay loyal, that the only woman he'd have eyes for would be his wife.

and he kept to his promise. he pampered his wife, caroline, in any way possible, keeping her satisfied even when he was busy with work. but out of nowhere, she seemed to be coming home later and later, making excuses that she had bumped into a friend and gone for a drink, or that her work-out session had stretched out.

but one morning after one of her "long work-out sessions", his wife was in the shower while she got a notification on her phone, and even though he tried to, rafe couldn't resist the temptation to check what message his wife had gotten. and that was the final nail on the coffin.

"i had fun last night ;)"

it was like the breath had been knocked out of rafe's chest, and even though he put her phone back where he had picked it up from, and tried to forget it, he couldn't. and even as his wife came out of the shower, got ready for the day, and left the house, he didn't move a muscle.

only when an unknown figure appeared at the doorway to the bedroom, a soft "oh!" leaving the person's lips, did he finally pick up his head and look at who had come in.

"i'm sorry, mr. cameron. i thought you were at work..." you said, rubbing the back of your neck. rafe had never met any of the maids that worked for the cameron household, always being at work when they came by. he simply cleared his throat, getting onto his feet with an apologetic look on his face, "i'll get out of your hair." he said with an attempt at a smile.

but when he was passing you, you took hold of his suit jacket, before letting it go with a flurry of apologies, looking down at your feet, mumbling something to yourself before you looked up at him with the sweetest smile he had ever seen, "is everything alright, mr. cameron?"

every day after that, the two of you talked; about your lives, your worries, your dreams, about everything between the heavens and the earth. and after a month of that, you had your first kiss.

now, it had been three months since you two had properly met, rafe thrusting into you as he whispered loving words in your ear as you moaned underneath him, his cock hitting that spot every time he thrust into you.

and when he came in you, he'd press soft little kisses on your neck, nipping at the skin as he mumbled against your skin about how precious you were.

you laid on his chest, your finger trailing up and down his defined chest, your mind filled with thoughts about the man who had just come in you, wondering if you were the only one who felt... whatever it was that you felt when you were with him. you didn't want to call it love, too scared of it, too scared of the thought that maybe he felt the same way.

little did you know, that rafe was thinking the same thing, wondering if you felt the connection between the two of you, or if it was just something he had pictured. and so, in silence, the both of you were wondering the same thing, from two different points of view.

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Frat president || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Unlike Rafe, you managed to balance your responsibilities as Sorority President with your personal life and relationships, something he just couldn’t seem to get right.

Warnings: angst!!!

Word count: 1,973

A/n: first time writing frat boy!rafe lmk if you wanna see more

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

The room was dimly lit, the golden glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the bed. You and Rafe lay tangled together under the sheets, the air thick with the heat of the moment. His hand slid across your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touched. His lips found yours again, hungry and urgent, as though he had been waiting for this all day—between the calls, the meetings, the endless chaos that came with being the frat president.

"Missed you," he muttered against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy, his body pressing into yours. You smiled into the kiss, knowing he meant it. Rafe was always busy, always handling something, but when he was with you, it was like the world faded away. His hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

You arched your body against his, feeling that familiar warmth between you, the kind of intimacy that only you two shared. But just as things were getting more intense, the worst sound shattered the mood—the loud buzzing of his phone vibrating against the nightstand. Rafe paused, pulling away just enough to glance at the screen. His eyes flickered with annoyance but also duty, and you knew what was coming.

"Don't," you whispered, your voice soft but pleading, fingers on his jaw to keep him focused on you. "Just a second," Rafe muttered, "it’s the guys." You groaned and sat up, wrapping the sheet around your body. "Of course it is." Rafe pressed the phone to his ear, ignoring your frustration as he answered, his tone switching from soft and intimate to authoritative. "Yeah, what's up?" His voice was commanding, the kind of tone that always came out when he dealt with frat business.

You leaned back against the pillows, pulling the sheets over your chest, watching as he got up from the bed, pacing the room like he was in some kind of frat office rather than your bedroom. You watched Rafe’s broad back as he paced across the floor, the low murmur of his voice carrying on a conversation that had nothing to do with you. Every word, every command he gave over the phone to one of his frat brothers only added to the frustration bubbling inside you.

His hand ran through his messy hair as he listened to whoever was on the other end, barking orders and sounding like a leader—like the Rafe everyone else knew. But that wasn’t the Rafe you wanted right now. "Seriously?" Rafe’s voice cut through the air, frustration dripping from his words as he dealt with yet another frat-related crisis. "No, tell him if he doesn't fix it, I'm pulling him from the party this weekend."

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you tugged the blanket tighter around you. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. You knew he had responsibilities, but this was supposed to be your time. His phone calls could’ve waited, just this once. But no, everything else always seemed to come first—the frat boys, the parties, the constant drama. It was like you were sharing him with the entire fraternity.

"I said, handle it. No—no, Jacob. I was clear about what you needed to do. Get it fixed, or both of you are looking at probation." Rafe’s voice was cold, sharp as a blade. He paused for a second, then scoffed bitterly. "I don’t care if he was drunk. I don’t give a damn about excuses—just get it done." Rafe snapped into the phone, his voice hard and distant, like he wasn’t the same guy who had just whispered how much he missed you.

You had felt so close to him just minutes ago, tangled in the sheets, his hands on your skin, making you forget everything. You thought tonight would be different, that for once, you could have him all to yourself. The warmth of his touch and the closeness you’d shared felt like a cruel joke now, as you sat alone on the bed, waiting while he dealt with something that wasn’t you.

You stated at the ceiling as his voice grated on your nerves. The anger was bubbling up faster now, impossible to ignore. The thought of being second to his frat boys made your heart ache, but it was more than that. It was the growing realisation that maybe, you’d always be second. Always waiting for him to put you first.

After a few more minutes of listening to Rafe handle the situation, you had enough. "Rafe," you said, your voice sharp as you interrupted him mid-sentence. He glanced over at you, his expression apologetic but still distracted. "Hang on, babe." That set you off. "No, you hang on. You’ve been on that phone for ten minutes. This was supposed to be our time. Remember?" Rafe sighed, covering the phone's speaker with his hand as he turned toward you. "I know, I’m sorry. This is important."

"And I’m not?" you shot back, feeling the sting of his divided attention. Rafe blinked, clearly caught off guard by your words. "That’s not what I’m saying." "Sure feels like it," you muttered, turning away from him as you pulled the blanket over your shoulders. You felt the weight of your words settle between you both, a heavy tension replacing the heat from earlier.

Rafe exhaled loudly, covering the phone with his hand. "Babe, I’m handling it. Just give me a second." "That’s the problem, Rafe," you snapped, the anger flaring as you sat up, the blanket falling away from you. "It’s always 'just a second' with you. Always something more important than me. I thought this time would be different."

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated now. "It’s not like I want to deal with this shit right now, alright? But I’m the president. If I don’t fix these fucking problems, who will?" You shook your head, hurt and anger swirling in your chest. “I get it, Rafe. I know how much responsibility comes with being a president. Believe me, I have my own duties as sorority president. But I’ve learned to separate those responsibilities from my personal life, from us. Something you clearly can’t seem to get a grip on.”

Rafe’s face flushed with frustration. “You think I don’t care about us? You think I’m choosing the frat over you?” Rafe turned fully toward you now, his phone still in his hand but on mute, his voice was a strained mix of anger and desperation. "Of course I care about you. But this is my responsibility. You knew what you were getting into when we got together." "Did I?" you shot back, your voice shaking. "Because I don’t remember signing up to be treated like an afterthought every time someone screws up at a party!"

He rolled his eyes, frustration mounting. "Okay, now you're just overreacting." "Overreacting?" you repeated, the word hanging between you like an accusation. "No, Rafe. I’m tired. Tired of always competing with your frat, tired of feeling like I’m just here when it’s convenient for you. What kind of shitty relationship is this?" He looked at you, and for a second, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt, maybe.

But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced with the same stone-cold exterior he always put up when things got too real. "What the fuck do you want me to do then?" he asked, his voice strained. "I can’t just drop everything for you every time you feel insecure about this." His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you felt the sting behind your eyes, but you refused to let him see you cry.

"Insecure?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. "That’s what you think this is? That I’m just… insecure?" "That’s not what I meant," Rafe said quickly, but the damage was done. You stared at him, your heart aching in a way that felt all too familiar now. It was always the same with him. Every time you tried to open up, to let him know how much this was hurting you, he brushed it off, made it seem like you were the problem.

You stood from the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and quickly pulling them on. Rafe’s eyes widened in confusion as you started dressing. "What are you doing?" he asked, stepping closer. "I’m leaving," you replied coldly, buttoning up your shirt. "I'm not doing this tonight." Rafe stood by the bed, his expression torn between irritation and confusion as he watched you. “Are you seriously leaving because of one phone call?” he asked, his voice low and almost pleading.

“Of course not, Rafe,” you said, your voice trembling with everything you’d held back for so long. “I’m leaving because I can’t keep feeling like I don’t matter to you. Not anymore.” Rafe's jaw tightened as he crossed the room, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know how this is, you’re a sorority president. You of all people should know how much responsibility comes with it. You can’t just walk away every time something comes up."

You paused at the door, turning to face him, anger flashing in your eyes. “Yeah, I do know. I know exactly what it’s like to balance responsibilities, Rafe. But I also know how to separate my personal life from it, something you can't ever seem to learn." Rafe stared at you, his hands clenched at his sides as he tried to find the right words. “That’s not fair,” he muttered. “You’re acting like I’m choosing this over you.”

“Aren’t you?” you shot back, your voice cold. “Every time we’re together, it’s like you’re half here, half thinking about what the guys are doing, what crisis you have to fix next. I get it, you have responsibilities, but that shouldn’t mean I have to come second all the time." His mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. He looked at you, the guilt flickering in his eyes, but still, no words that would make a difference.

The air between you both felt thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid for far too long. "Do you even realise how many times I’ve put everything on hold for you?" Your voice cracked, the hurt finally breaking through. “How many times I’ve chosen us over my responsibilities, over everything else? I’ve never made you feel like you were second, Rafe. Not once.”

“I’m trying,” he said, his voice quieter now, like he was pleading with you to understand. “You know I am.” “Trying isn’t enough anymore.” Your heart ached as you said it, but you knew it was true. “I shouldn’t have to fight this hard just to feel like I matter to you.” Rafe’s face hardened, the guilt shifting into frustration. “So what, you just give up? Because I can’t drop everything for you in a second?”

Your laugh was bitter as you shook your head. “No, Rafe. I’m not asking you to drop everything. I’m asking you to care enough to make me feel like I’m part of your life, not just something you fit in when it’s convenient. But I guess that’s too much for you.” You turned toward the door again, your hand on the knob. This was it—the breaking point.

The moment where everything you’d been holding onto finally slipped through your fingers. “Wait.” His voice was softer now, almost desperate. You paused, just for a moment, waiting to see if he’d finally say what you needed to hear. But all you heard was the faint buzz of his phone vibrating again on in his hand. And just like that, the hope faded. Without another word, you walked out the door, not looking back.

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puppy!reader — the moodboard ♡

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★ washing my car rn wishing drew was my next door neighbor, watching me on his lounge chair. i imagine him leaning back, manspreading as he rests his ice cold beer on his thigh, licking his lips at the sight of bubbles sliding off my moving body as i lean over the windows, boobs squishing against the car and butt perked out so I can reach the perfect spot <3 (and occasionally looking back at his lax figure until I see him palming himself through his khaki shorts 🫠)

this picture does wonders for me help-

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Rafe gave Topper so much shit about him being Sarah’s bitch. Then Rafe meets you. And he can’t help but be your bitch. He’s constantly worrying about you. Constantly needing to be near you. Always worried someone is trying to take you from him. People are surprised how badly you have him whipped. His friends says you have him pussy whipped.

“Look who’s a bitch now.” Topper says.

“Shut the fuck up, Top. At least she won’t cheat on me.”

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♪ now playing … 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 — 𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟 & 𝑠𝑧𝑎 ᯓᡣ𐭩

introducing . . . sunshinepogue!reader & mean!rafe

sunshinepogue!reader who is a free spirit, sweet and caring with everyone. she is such a genuine person and always worries about her friends. she always listens to people’s problems and helps them as best as she can, even if just with a hug. despite it all, she doesn’t have it easy: her family is in debt and not financially stable, living in the cut, but she never seems to drop that beautiful toothy smile from her face. her love for others shows in all ways, but her love language is definitely giving handmade gifts. because of her warm and gentle personality, people started calling her “sunshine”, and now it’s like a second name to her.

sunshinepogue!reader who is rafe’s little princess despite being polar opposites. he is a true asshole, a psychopath and mean to everyone. everyone but her. somehow when he spends time with her, even if just on the beach, she always takes out the best of him. he almost seems gentle around her. her favorite thing to do with him is having him rest his head on her chest as a tall palm tree covers them from the strong light of the sun, their bodies colliding together after skinny dipping in the ocean. as she enjoys the summer breeze, she never notices rafe leaving soft purple marks all over her.

sunshinepogue!reader who loves making bracelets and necklaces with shells she finds on the shore, for her friends and, especially, for rafe. she knows he’d never wear them, especially around his other kook friends, but she keeps gifting him small chains made of the most beautiful shells. she also loves putting shells in her hair, threading them in with colourful threads. she has always her bikini underneath her denim shorts, and is always in for a day out at the beach. she loves surfing, reading, sunbathing, and just chill by the water. if rafe’s around, then it’s even better.

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drabbles and blurbs to come . . . 𐙚

a/n: missing summer always </3

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♪ now playing … 𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓉 𝓅ℯ𝓅𝓈𝒾 — 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝓇𝒶ℯ ᯓᡣ 𐭩̴͙

introducing . . . citygirl!reader & cowboy!rafe

citygirl!reader who just moved to the countryside from new york city, after growing up spoiled and with everything handed to her on a silver platter. since her parents believe that she can’t even look after herself, because of how much of a brat she is, she now has to prove them wrong, starting her new life between ranches, farms, and the beautiful prairies around her little cottage, forgetting about daddy’s money and her wealth — or maybe not…? either way, she now has to learn how to fit in the village she moved to, where sephora and designer brands are not on the agenda.

citygirl!reader who’s just so naive and dumb, in the best way possible, for her own good. always with that little dumb expression on her face, those plump lips pouting naturally, and her wispy lashes batting at anyone in front of her. she loves little dolly dresses, her leather texan boots and the prettiest sets of lingeries straight from the best boutiques of new york city that she always wears. she never leaves the house without a set of bows between her wavy, shiny hair, whether it’s pigtails, braids, or just curls, she always has cute little bows adorning her angelic face.

citygirl!reader who loves the little things of her new life, such as waking up with the cockcrow, a warm mug of tea after a long day, and a bike ride at sunset, but who lowkey hates the country life. nonetheless she still has to learn how to hold on and prove her parents that she’s not just a dumb city girl! she will have to start her own little crops, tend to her garden and help around with errands. guess it won’t be that hard when your new neighbour just across the lane is the hottest man who ever walked this earth!

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a/n: i’m currently reading the chestnut springs series and i’m obsessed with cowboys so i had the inspiration for this little series :3 this is my first actual post and even though it is not a whole fic yet i hope you enjoy it ><. idk yet when i’ll start actually posting since i started uni today and it’s gonna be harddd i know already. ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

•*⁀➷ dividers by @/dollywons <3

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deer!reader — the moodboard ♡

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frat!rafe bringing you to his dorm and taking pics of you for his film class …………. he’s all like “i could write a 45 page paper about you, girl.”

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he looks so fine in this picture i need to sit on his face oh my god .

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ moodboard of the week: pogue!sweetheart!reader

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