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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ A Not So Silent Night

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader [ more rafe content ]

SYNOPSIS & WC─•❥ [1.7k] When Rafe convinces you to have some fun in your tent during a family camping trip

WARNING(S) & A/N─•❥ based on this ask, lowkey pwp (p*rn w/o plot), smut, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, getting caught, swearing

The air around the campfire was thick with the comforting scents of pine, burning wood, and sweet, roasted marshmallows. Your family's camping trip was in full swing, and you were cozily tucked between Sarah and the roaring fire, a soft blanket draped over your shoulders.

You'd been trading embarrassing family stories, and the sound of Sarah's uninhibited laughter was one of your favorite things in the world.

"No way," Sarah snorted, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "He actually said that? God, he's even more embarrassing than I thought. Him and Kelly just broke up."

"Right?" you confirmed, grinning. "I almost died of secondhand embarrassment for him. Like, dude, do you know who my boyfriend is?"

The Cameron girl rolled her eyes, bringing her mug of hot chocolate to her lips. "Ugh. Don't remind me..." she joked, a smug grin half-hidden behind the ceramic dish.

You nudged her calf with the tip of your slipper-clad foot, shooting her a playful glare. "Don't be like that."

She just laughed, holding the warm mug. "It's not you. It's just... I can't imagine why anyone would want to date my brother. Especially you," she explained, shrugging. "Don't get me wrong, you're just way too sweet for him! I mean, he's a complete dick—"

"Badmouthing me to my girlfriend?" Your attention was pulled from Sarah when a shadow fell over both of you. The familiar scent of salt and Rafe's slightly musky cologne filled your nose. You looked up to see him standing there — a small, unamused pout on his face, his hands tucked into the pockets of the pajama pants he wore with the hoodie you'd bought him. "That's very 'Sarah' of you," he tossed at his sister. "I need to borrow my girl for a minute," he announced, his voice low and raspy.

Sarah looked between the two of you, a frown forming on her face. "Wh—No! We're talking, dude. You'll get her later."

Rafe just grimaced, tilting his head to the side. "Yeah... I wasn't asking," he informed her, rolling his eyes at Sarah before his gaze fell to you, a slight nod in your direction. "C'mon, I wanna show you somethin'."

You stuttered to find words, looking between the Cameron siblings, your shoulders squaring. "...We were kind of having a conversation, Rafe. Can it wait?" you offered, a nervous smile on your face.

Rafe's expression remained flat as he stared at you. "No," he answered bluntly. "You can gossip with my sister later. C'mon," he urged.

You shot Sarah a apologetic grimace, and she sighed. "Fine. Go. But I get to have her all day tomorrow, so find another hiking partner, asshole..." she muttered, standing from her seat and heading toward her own tent.

"Love you!" You called after her, watching the blonde walk away. She turned around, opting to walk backward as she blew you a kiss.

"Use protection!" she called over her shoulder as she turned back around, ducking to enter her tent.

Rafe held his hand out for you to take, and you let him guide you to your shared tent, the small, dome-shaped structure looking surprisingly private from the outside. The second you were both inside, he zipped the flap shut.

The air inside the tent was still and warm, a stark contrast to the cool night. He didn't say a word. He just pushed you back against the sleeping bags, a hungry look in his eyes before his lips found yours in a bruising kiss.

You found yourself laughing against his mouth. "This is what you wanted to show me?" You giggled, your hands grasping his wrists as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. "Rafe, both of our families are right outside..."

"So?" he mumbled against your neck, his hands roaming over your body, sending fireworks through your veins.

A blissful haze washed over you as his kisses grew more intense. "Rafe..."

"You know you want to..." he cooed in your ear.

"...What if someone hears us?" you whined, still allowing your boyfriend to litter you with kisses. "Ward? Rose? My parents? I don't want my parents to hear their daughter having sex."

Rafe's hand found its way between your legs, his fingers brushing you through your pajama pants, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're an adult," he chuckled. "I'm sure they know I dick you down every now and then."

"Rafe!" You scolded. "Don't be so vulgar—"

Before you could respond, Rafe's lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that took your breath away. It took nothing for you to melt into his kiss, your reservations slowly fading away.

As he pulled back, only a string of saliva connecting you two, your eyes roamed his own. "...They're gonna hear us."

And Rafe just smirked, grabbing the hem of your shirt. "Guess you'd better be quiet then." He didn't give you time to respond as he tore your shirt over your head, quickly moving to unclasp your bra, tossing it into the corner of the tent.

You sat up, knees folded underneath you as you watched him rid himself of his own shirt. With one hand on your hip, Rafe guided you to lay back down on the sleeping bags as he trailed kisses down your body, all the way down until he reached the waistband of your pants.

His eyes met yours from his place below you as he hooked his fingers into the hem of your bottoms and dragged them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You watched as he bit his lip at the sight of you, throwing your pants somewhere in the spacious tent.

Rafe straightened above you before making quick work of pushing his own pants down, just enough to free himself. His eyes never left your frame as his breathing grew heavy, stroking himself with one hand as the other reached out to caress your face, gently grazing your chin.

Your heart raced in your chest as he adjusted above you, gasping lightly when the warm, wet tip of his cock made contact with your entrance, pushing into you slowly as you watched his eyes roll back.

He started slow — pulling nearly all the way out to push himself all the way back in, eliciting a breathy moan from you as your hands reached out to touch him. Rafe typically adorned a stone-hard exterior, but it was moments like this that you loved to see a more passionate, vulnerable side of him.

However, it didn't last long before his thrusts grew harder, faster, louder. Rafe's pace increased until he was practically slamming into you, your back arching off the ground as you bit your lip so hard that you were sure you drew blood.

The sound of skin slapping in the tent was already enough for anyone awake and nearby to hear. You didn't want to add blood-curdling screams to the mix.

Rafe, however, had other plans.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he thrust into you with a force that made you gasp.

"Don't do that," Rafe growled, his hips snapping against yours. "Open your mouth, baby. I wanna hear you," he moaned.

You tried to protest, shaking your head, but Rafe had a way of getting what he wanted. Using the hand that wasn't restricting yours, he pressed down on the base of your abdomen with just enough pressure to force a moan out of you, a chorus of others following. Your cries of ecstasy filled the tent as Rafe continued his relentless pace, slapping your hands away each time you attempted to quiet yourself.

It wasn't long before you felt your orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him, desperate for release. With one final, powerful thrust, Rafe pushed you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing through the tent as you came undone in his arms, Rafe meeting you at the finish line.

Just as your boyfriend finished, spilling inside of you with a guttural groan, the tent flaps flew open.

"Hey, can I borrow—Oh my God!" Sarah stood at the entrance to the tent, headphones on her head and a hand now shielding her eyes as she stood practically frozen.

Rafe groaned, a snarl on his lips. Pulling a stray blanket over the two of you, he quickly pulled out and flipped over to face his sister. "Get the fuck out!"

"I'm sorry!" Sarah squealed. "Maybe lock the door next time?!" she scolded, turning around and trying to exit the tent with her eyes still closed.

"It's a tent, dumbass." Rafe rolled his eyes, watching his sister feel around the fabric for the flap. "Jesus... You're not facing us anymore. Open your goddamn eyes and leave—"

"I'm going, I'm going," she assured, pushing her way out of the tent, nearly falling on her face as she tripped over the edge of the structure. "And I said use protection!"

"Sorry!" You shouted after Sarah, shaking your head and dropping your face into your palms before lifting your face, turning to Rafe and shooting him a mean glare, swatting his bare chest. "I told you!"

Rafe couldn't contain his smile, finding some sort of amusement in the entire situation. "It's not like it's the first time," he shrugged, reaching for his phone.

You just sighed, pulling the blanket further up your bodies, the sleeping bags beneath you serving as a mattress. "Let's just be glad it was just her..."

"Yeah... I wouldn't be too sure about that." He scratched his chin, looking at his phone. Your brows furrowed, Rafe noticing your expression and tilting his phone for you to see his notifications.

Dad Son, please be mindful that this is a family trip and we can all hear you.

Wheezie Dude, some of us r trying to sleep. What r u doing???

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. "Oh my god. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die."

Rafe let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "I'm pretty sure you just scarred her for life."

"Everyone out there heard us," you whined. "This is your fault." You pouted.

Rafe leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes full of affection and a touch of mischief. "They'll forget about it... eventually." He leaned back on the sleeping bag, a satisfied look on his face. "Now, are you gonna spiral all night about having to face everyone tomorrow or are you gonna sleep?"

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drewswifeeee · 2 months ago

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTjsSEJN8/

Babes I need you to recreate this with boyfriend!Rafe Cameron and girlfriend!sweetheart!reader I’m begginggggg I need it soo baddd!!😫

you were already giggling before he even started reading. lying flat on your back with your phone pointed at him, front camera flipped, recording while rafe sat shirtless at the edge of the bed with your notes app open, “just read ‘em out loud.”

he looked down at the screen, one eyebrow rising. “you’ve been keeping a list?”

“for accountability,” you said sweetly, “emotional support documentation.”

he rolled his eyes, “you’re literally the most dramatic person i’ve ever met.”

“and now the internet will know too,” you chirped, nudging his thigh with your foot. “come on, rafe..first one.” he sighed, tilted the phone toward him, and read.

“quote: ‘you look really pretty today.’”

you beamed, “uh uh that's not all—”

he held up a finger, “and then i followed it with, ‘you always look good, but today it’s like you tried.’” you grimace pushing the camera towards him to get his full reaction. “that was me noticing effort,” he said defensively. “you had that little hair bow on. the sparkly one that looks like a cupcake.”

“you insinuated i look like a slob every other day.”

he smirked, “i didn’t say that...you said that.”

you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillow. “next one, meanie.”

he scrolled and read the next line, already smiling. “‘this outfit is very….you.’”

“see? see?!” you sat up halfway, pointing accusingly. “you acted like i was wearing a hideous costume. ”

“you were in that sheer heart mesh thing,” he said, laughing. “the one with the rhinestone pasties.”

“it was a surprise for you! and i didn't know you planned a lunch date.” you hid your face in your hands. “ugh justice for me. i am a victim.”

he scrolled again on to the next one, chuckling. “‘i didn’t think you could eat that many pancakes in one sitting.’” shaking your head, he held his hands up in defense. “my reaction was shock. you stacked them, baby, like a tower. i thought the top one was gonna tip.”

you let out a dramatic whine. “you insulted my pancake tower and my appetite in the same breath!”

he leaned over and kissed your forehead. “baby..you eat like a competitive wrestler. i love it tho.”

you blinked at the camera, moving the camera to face you and then back to him, “you hear that? love.”

rafe kept scrolling. “‘you remind me of a poodle in one of those dog shows, but if it couldn’t stop talking.’” he pauses looks dead into the camera, then start cracking up. “okay now, wait, that one had context,” he said quickly, already laughing.

“you compared me to a dog!”

“a million-dollar show dog! the fancy kind.” you tackled him with a pillow, whacking his shoulder as you both broke down laughing.

“you cannot justify that,” you said through giggles.

“you’re literally proving my point,” he said, wheezing. “you’re all bark and giggles.”

you rolled onto your back again, still laughing as he looked at the camera, face softening. “but she looks pretty every day,” he said, voice lower now. “not just when she tries.”

your laughter slowed as you peeked at him through your lashes. “wait..that was actually sweet.”

he kissed your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw. “you know i think you’re perfect, right?”

you smiled up at him,“hmph, say that to the camera.”

he looked right into the lens and said, “i am completely in love with this girl. she’s the sweetest thing in my entire life, and if she ever stops letting me buy her clothes and kiss her dumb sparkly lip gloss mouth, i’d probably die.”

you leaned in and kissing his cheek then lips. but just before you ended the video, he added, “also, she did eat eight pancakes..like a fucking beast.” you shrieked, grabbing a pillow and hit him again.

and then posted it, with the caption: "very rude @/rcameron"

top comment: 'tell him watch his tone'

second top comment: 'he’s learning girlll keep on training him!!!!'

rafe liked both and then ordered you the sparkly heart dress again.

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drewswifeeee · 2 months ago

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before anyone says “dad bf?! gross!!” dadbf! is simply a term for an olderman that gives a role like of authority / figure for their partner !

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these videos are based on my interpretation of smoke.

most videos are black men but other videos of different races simply bc i think it’s something stack would do :3

papa smoke giving you backshots ! ( non black man )

camping trip with smoke !

making your mark on smoke !

riding smoke until your legs shake !

mirror sex with smoke !

smoke handling your attitude !

smoke making your squirt for the first time && talking you through it !

deep strokes and eye contact with smoke !

car sex with smoke !

smoke face fucking you until you make a mess !

smoke eating you out !

smoke making you choke on it ! ( non black man )

smoke making you go dumb and brain dead ! ( non black man )

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drewswifeeee · 2 months ago

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͏͏͏✧྅ ˚ . ᯇ ིུ͠* TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE meeting reader ਉl̈́ਉ * :.･ﾟ･ 🎧

❝bro is mesmerized❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants irl stream

HE ™ pinched a brow at the screen. “is it lagging? well, pretty sure service sucks right here, but we’re almost at the store, it’s fine.” rafe told the chat that was going crazy about the stream lagging and missing what rafe was saying.

wasn’t his first time being in public with a camera, talking to it. not his last. after his viewers took the poll about what rafe would be doing on the irl stream, going to the mall won. he planned on just walking around and shopping, but when one user brought up popmart, everyone else agreed that he should get a blind box.

rafe, not too familiar with the subject, asked what’s the best to get. his chat wasn’t too helpful, either saying different answers or telling him to just get what he liked. either way, he’d do whatever to make his viewers happy.

he was a few feet from the store when someone approached him, asking for a picture. after taking it, he took a look at his chat.

user: she’s selling that pic user: look at him getting recognized 😭 user: third person to do that. . user: this guy thinks he’s tuff

rafe pulled a blank face at the last comment. “someone ban that guy for misspelling tough.” he told his mods. weird comments like that rafe usually ignored, but when he felt like it, he got his moderators to ban the user either for a while or indefinitely from his chat. he doesn’t need that negativity in his community.

rafe stepped inside popmart, looking around. “gosh, it’s pink and bright.” he spotted some characters he recognized. he turned the camera, pointing it at a giant figure. “is that a purple hello kitty?” he asked the viewers. he read the responses. “what is a kuromi? guys, i don’t know anyone.” he defended himself when they started attacking him for not knowing the sanrio character.

he turned the camera back to himself. “okay, what do i get? there’s so many options. i see these huge figures, don’t think i need those. .” he read the chat.

user: blind boxes!! user: he’s so cute for being confused 🥰🥰 user: ask someone idk

“ask someone? ’kay.” he turned to spot someone. he saw a girl frowning at two boxes in her hands. he smiled at her adorable confusion. “i’ll go ask her.” he made his way towards the girl.

“did they just speak to you? i would be confused too.” you slightly startled, turning to the voice. you were looking at a blonde guy with a camera held near his face. and rafe was looking at a girl he’s so glad he just walked up to.

a soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “i wish. then maybe one of them could tell me which one to get.” you twisted your lips, looking to the boxes instead of the boy. it wasn’t the camera that was making you nervous. just his presence.

“what’s the difference?” rafe angled the camera down to put you out of view. he looked over your shoulder, your heights making it easy for him to see. you held the one in your right hand closer. “this one contains a rare, but it’s only a slight possibility i’ll get it.” you held up the one in your left hand. “this one is a collection i’ve been wanting. .” you trailed off.

yeah, rafe had no clue what you were talking about. “i’m actually new to this. .” you turned your head to him, excited. and rafe saw it. “i think you’re the perfect girl to explain to me what any of that means.”

you bit down a smile. “maybe. .” you turned to him fully. “what are you thinking of getting?”

rafe was so enraptured, staring at you and your giddiness to explain the world of trinkets, he didn’t notice the chat going crazy.

user: bro is mesmerized user: he has NOT looked at chat in an hour user: waitt love this for her user: might as well end the stream i feel like i’m intruding

rafe shrugged, glancing around. “what do you like?” he peered into your eyes as he said it. you suddenly forgot everything you’ve ever liked.

user: horrible pick up, buddy user: that better not work

you walked over to some boxes with cool looking figures surrounding them, showing what’s in the boxes. “i really like these,” you pointed. “they’re the ones i was actually deciding about.” then you turned, pointing at another set.

“but these are really popular. i. . i don’t know. i guess it’s just whatever looks nice to you.” you were slightly failing at keeping it cool.

rafe looked to the ones you said you liked. “those are sick. what are they called?” he picked up a box, showing it to the camera. you noticed, picking up another box, and handing it to him to show the camera. “they’re skull pandas. what do you think?”

rafe was stumped at you giving him a box to show his viewers. not only haven’t you mentioned the camera, but you were helping him give his viewers good content. and they noticed.

user: she tryna hit user: she’s so nice, can i see? 🥺🙏 user: @? i don’t need to know what she looks like

“yeah, i like them. i think i also like ones that look creepy? i like things that look weird, i don’t know. .” rafe went to grab two when you held out the basket you were holding for him to drop them into. rafe took notice of that as well. were you this nice to everyone or was rafe special? he actually doesn’t care, he just loves the attention you’re giving him.

“me too!” you spoke a little louder than you meant to. you scrunched your face in a silent wince, rafe chuckling softly at you. were you not able to speak about your interests? okay, well, that’s coming to a stop.

“yeah? what’s the weirdest thing you like?” rafe continued walking around with you at his side, you two falling into step easily, only having known each other for a few minutes.

user: unexpected but needed side quest user: oh he likess her

“um. . probably weird animated series’. or video game lore that i can recite. some memes that probably aren’t funny to a lot of people.” you decided to keep it mild. he doesn’t need to know your true form right now.

“i feel like we’d find similar things funny. i talk to a screen for a living. . not much gets weirder than that.” rafe picked up another box, showing it to you silently. you nodded enthusiastically. rafe dropped three boxes in your basket. two are for you.

you giggled at the last thing he said. “oh! i know this collection that i think you would like. .” you held up your index finger then scurried off to find the section.

rafe watched you go, then when he couldn’t strain his neck anymore, looked down to his chat. “i’m about to buy this entire store for this girl. .”

user: do it you won’t user: she’s got you smiling like a psycho btw user: let’s see her!!

“i’m not showing her.” he quickly shut down the asks.

user: get her snap

rafe pulled a face. “i’m not asking for her snap, i’ll ask for her number. mods, ban this guy for being corny.”

you were making your way back with options. rafe looked up to see you paused, waiting for him to finish talking to his viewers. when he gave a slight nod with a chuckle, you stepped up and showed him the boxes. “i don’t know, i remembered i saw these earlier and thought you would like them.”

rafe rose a brow. “you’re already thinking of me? i missed you while you were gone, by the way.”

you scrunched your nose, sticking out the boxes. you’d end up babbling if you tried to respond to that.

rafe bit a smirk, grabbing the boxes. “you got them for me, of course i’ll get them.”

your eyes widened a little. “but do you like them? i could grab another one if you don’t.”

rafe dropped his cool. “i think i might go insane if i leave this store without your number.”

user: please say yes girl, i don’t want to know what he looks like insane

↳ 💻 userrotapathetic ⡇i’ll do this instead of a usual introduction post :p

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drewswifeeee · 3 months ago

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GIRLLL i wish i woulda found your acc soonerrrrrr, anyways🙄 so i have a good requestttttttttt, so sb!rafe and sb!reader are like at the fairgrounds and after he wins her a few things they get on the ferris wheel and in return she jerks him off while their in the air and then he doesn’t get to come so he gets frustrated and goes and fucks her in his truckkkk?!?! good? bad? LITERALLY JS CAME UP WITH ITTTT!

WARNINGS— 18+, smut, semi-public dry humping, car sex, unprotected p in v (do not do this children)

A/N— ok i did dry humping instead of jerking him off cause i just tried draft writing and i confused myself with how i described it + this is not really my best work forgive me jhsikasjjakmx

the air is cool, stars shining dimly in the sky. you’re full from the sickening amount of cotton candy and churros you’d consumed about an hour ago.

your left hand entwines with rafe’s and your right tightly holds the unnecessarily huge baby yoda plushie you made your boyfriend win for you at one of the game stands.

“we done now?” he asks almost in an impatient tone, raising an eyebrow.

you ignore his question, gasping as your eye catches the brightly lit up ferris wheel and a surprisingly pretty short line of people beneath it.

“oh. my. god. rafe, we have to go on the ferris wheel!” you exclaim, quickly dragging him towards the line.

he grimaces slightly, but follows you anyway without argument— anything for his girl, right?

it doesn’t take long until a worker closes the door on you both, the glass cabin caging you in.

thank god it was dark and the windows were dirty.

because once the ride started, you moved from sitting beside him to straddling his lap.

“babydoll, what’re you doin’?” he asks, eyes slightly wide.

“what?” you say innocently, placing your hands on his shoulders as you gently move up and down on him. “m’ jus thanking you for winning me that plushie.”

he groans, grabbing your waist. “don’t do that— not here.”

“why not?” you ask with a fake pout, grinding against his erection harder.

he leans his head back, hands snaking under your skirt to grab at your ass, his eyes locked onto yours.

“baby we’re up in the sky.” he speaks softly, hips jerking instinctively when you pressed yourself into him.

you’d already given him a really bad problem in his pants the whole time at the fair with you strutting around in that tiny piece of fabric around your hips and your oh, so skimpy top that at this point you should’ve removed since it exposed so much already (but he wasn’t gonna actually let that happen).

“so?” you scoff, bouncing on him even though there wasn’t exactly anything to bounce on.

he mumbled a curse under his breath, watching you like you were an ethereal, too good to be true sight— you were.

it’s pathetic— he’s about to cum in his pants and it hadn’t even been two minutes.

“shit, don’t stop doll—”

but you do.

you calmly slide off his lap, seating yourself beside him again with a small smile playing on your glossy lips.

he looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

“baby, what was that?” he asks, nervously chuckling.

“the ride’s over.” you speak innocently with a shrug as your cabin settles down and the worker comes back to open it. you hop out, plushie in hand as you wait for him.

you turn around and he’s already grabbing your wrist, guiding you out of the carnival.

“rafe!” you squeaked, frowning. “you said you’d buy me that cotton candy tub—”

he cuts you off. “stop talking.”

you immediately close your mouth, instead, letting him drag you back to the parking lot while still maintaining a permanent pout on your face.

he opens the truck door, shoving you into the spacious backseat as you drop the baby yoda stuffie onto the floor with him following from behind.

he pushes you down onto the leather material, shoving your skirt up and around your upper stomach.

“you think you’re funny?” he snaps, fumbling with his jeans and boxers as he discards them.

you open your mouth, trying to speak, but only a soft whimper escapes your lips when he yanks your panties down and pushes into you without warning.

you scream, but he slaps his hand over your mouth. “shut the hell up.”

your babbles are muffled, barely audible by his palm as he pounds into you rough like there’s no more tomorrow.

“fuck— you’re tight.” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling you clench around him.

your mascara starts to run as you sob into his hand with him quickly hushing you, “shh, shhh.”

you felt his cock twitch in you and you nearly let out a choke. “rafe—” you gasp.

“s’ okay, i got you pretty.” he coos softly, calloused fingers threading gently through your hair.

you cry out when you come undone, rafe following shortly after. the carseat is filthy, covered in both of your bodily fluids, and the windows are foggy.

he let outs a silent sigh in relief, dropping his face into your neck. “god, you’re perfect.”

your hands come up to his hair, sliding down smoothly across his back while he refuses to pull out.

“since you fucked me in a car— and you know i hate car sex,” you begin casually with a smile and he groans, already know where this was going. “i think that’s about a thousand dollars right there.”

“yeah? a thousand?” he questions lowly.

“mhm. and an extra five hundred because it was in a parking lot too.” you add with a raised brow.

you feel him smile into your soft skin. “whatever you say baby.”

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drewswifeeee · 3 months ago

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thinking about brother's best friend!rafe who got a secret tattoo...

“Don’t kiss me.” He murmured, and you pouted. Rafe sighed, withdrawing a hand from your waist to pull down his bottom lip, revealing the swollen skin inside.

Your eyes widened. “Did you…” You reached out to touch his lip, but he grabbed your wrist. When your doe eyes met his, he slowly loosened his grip, and you traced the pad of your thumb across the flesh, a contented sigh leaving him. “You got a tattoo.”

“Yes.”

“Of my name?”

“Yes.”

“You hate pain.”

“I’m never doing this shit again.”

You laughed, tipped your head back, before unconsciously pulling him into a kiss. He didn’t get the chance to stop you, and when your lips met his with a dulled sting, it melted the moment he tasted you. Felt you. Pain was always bearable with you.

all of this is prompts from my book hehe

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drewswifeeee · 3 months ago

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...this is it?

exbf!rafe x reader

warnings: emotional angst, heavy yearning, alcohol, cursing, nostalgic atmosphere, sensual undertones. MDNI.

the lights are orange and red—

like old film burned at the edges.

and the bass thuds somewhere in your ribs like a second heart.

this party’s too loud. too warm. too full of people who know your name but don’t know anything else about you.

you shouldn’t have come. you shouldn’t have worn that dress.

because he’s here. of course he’s here.

leaning against the wall like he owns the damn air. jaw tight. glass in hand. his white tee clinging to his arms like it was tailored just to piss you off. and his eyes—

god, his eyes catch yours the second you walk in.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t smile.

but he sees you.

and you? you look away. pretend you’re fine. pretend your heart didn’t skip, pretend the song playing doesn’t remind you of how he once sung to you she’s my collar in the car, tapping the wheel, smiling like a boy and not like the man who would shatter you later.

you weave through the bodies. someone hands you a drink. you smile. it’s fake.

he doesn’t follow you. but his stare does.

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an hour later, you’re sitting on the old porch, smoke in the air, legs crossed, scrolling your phone like you’re not waiting.

he shows up anyway. you knew he would.

“…this is it?” his voice is low, rough like gravel. “this how you’re gonna pretend we never existed?”

you don’t look at him. “you shouldn’t be out here. party’s inside.”

“yeah, and you’re out here. which is funny, ‘cause you threw this party.”

you take a sip. “wasn’t for you.”

“could’ve fooled me.”

you finally look up. his hair’s longer. scruffier. his eyes bloodshot but awake. you want to slap him. you want to kiss him.

you do neither.

he laughs bitterly, looking down at your shoes. “you look good.”

“you always say that when you’re about to ruin something.”

“i’m not trying to ruin anything.”

you raise an eyebrow. “no? then what do you want, Rafe? you want me to cry? you want me to beg? you want me to be the girl who used to sleep in your shirt and wait for your calls at 2am and pretend i wasn’t breaking?”

his jaw ticks. “i want you to know i never stopped.”

“…stopped what?”

“coming back to you. even when i didn’t mean to. even when i tried not to. every girl i touched—” his voice breaks, slightly “it was you. it was always you.”

your throat burns. you should tell him to leave. you should tell him to go to hell.

but you don’t. because part of you wants to believe it.

“…you were dancing with her,” you say quietly. “inside.”

he doesn’t lie. “i only danced with her after i saw you with him.”

you swallow. “so this is jealousy now? possession?”

“this is me being a fucking idiot who’s in love with a girl who hates his guts.”

you’re quiet. the red light flickers from inside. people laugh. the music is louder now.

“If I could take her down and run, then I’d call her…”

“i’m not coming back to you,” you whisper.

he steps closer. “i know.”

you look up. your eyes lock. the air shifts. thicker. heavier.

you could kiss him right now. you could end it all. or start it again.

you don’t. instead, you say, “go home, rafe.”

he doesn’t move. just stares at you like you’re the only thing left alive on earth. “…this is it, huh?”

you nod, heart cracking behind your ribs.

“yeah. this is it.”

but neither of you really mean it.

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tags: 🏷️ @rafesbabygirlx @k4yr14 @iconiccolo @devoutedlover @viqtoria @qversazex

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drewswifeeee · 3 months ago

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the other side

corporate!reader x bluecollar!rafe

You don’t notice him at first.

You’re too busy swearing at your flat tire and digging through your bag with growing frustration, nails clicking against your phone as the screen flashes no signal for the third time. Your blazer’s too warm, your heels are killing you, and the corner you’re stranded on smells faintly of motor oil and something vaguely fried.

The city has never felt so uninterested in your existence.

You sigh, stepping back from your car with your arms crossed and your patience unraveling thread by thread.

That’s when you hear it, boots on pavement. The low hum of a country song bleeding from someone’s parked truck. And then a voice, casual and rough-edged, like gravel under honey:

“Looks like your Beemer didn’t get the memo she’s not built for potholes.”

You glance up.

He’s leaning against a rusted pickup parked across the street, arms folded, expression unreadable. T-shirt stained with oil, work gloves shoved in the back pocket of his jeans. Blonde hair messy, sunlit at the tips. A smear of something dark across one pretty cheekbone. Tan, toned forearms. Smirking like he knows something you don’t.

You look him over. Slowly.

Then back to your tire.

“I’m fine,” you say, like it’s a full sentence.

He doesn’t move. Just raises a brow. “Sure you are. Just figured I’d offer. But hey, maybe she’ll fix herself outta sheer respect.”

You narrow your eyes. “You work at that garage over there?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I’m just loitering, intimidating rich girls for fun.”

Your mouth twitches before you can help it. “How charming.”

He shrugs. “That’s what they say.”

There’s a pause. The wind picks up, ruffling the collar of your crisp, white shirt and his dirtied t-shirt in opposite directions.

Finally, you cave. Just a little.

“You know how to change a tire?”

Rafe grins like he’s been waiting for you to ask. He doesn’t ask for permission. Just tosses his rag onto the sidewalk, drops into a crouch beside your tire, and whistles low under his breath.

“Well, well. You really did a number on her.”

“She hit a pothole.”

“She hit a crater,” he says, fingers brushing the rim. “That wheel’s crying for its mother.”

You hover beside him, unsure of where to stand. You’ve never been this close to grease before, real grease. The kind that stains fingernails and smells like summer heat and sweat and long hours. The kind that doesn’t wash off easy.

He glances up at you once, just once, and grins. “Relax, corporate. I won’t bill you for breathing the same air.”

Your mouth opens. Then shuts again.

“I don’t work for you,” he adds. “I work around you. Big difference.”

“I didn’t say you did.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Your silence makes him chuckle. He returns to the tire, tools out, movements fast and practiced. Like he’s done this a thousand times and could do it blindfolded with a cigarette in his mouth and still make it look easy.

You shift, arms crossed again, watching as his t-shirt rides up just a little when he reaches for the jack. His back muscles flex beneath sun-bleached cotton. His knuckles are scraped. There's a thin scar on his forearm, like a brushstroke of silver across the tan.

“You’re staring,” he says without looking.

You bristle. “I’m observing.”

“Same thing, sweetheart.”

“I don’t appreciate being called that.”

“Noted.”

A beat.

Then, softly, “You don’t stop me, though.”

You pretend you didn’t hear that.

He finishes fast. You blink and suddenly the car’s lowered, the spare tire’s on, and he’s wiping his hands on that tragic-looking rag again, standing upright and stretching until you hear something in his back crack.

“All good,” he says, stepping back. “Should get you home fine. Maybe don’t go joyridin' over sinkholes next time.”

You exhale. You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath.

“Thank you,” you say, quieter now.

He looks at you then, really looks. And for the first time, the teasing fades. Just a flicker. Just long enough for something else to settle in its place.

“You’re welcome.”

You reach into your bag automatically, but he lifts a hand.

“Don’t.”

“It’s just—”

“No charge,” he says. “Wasn’t work. Just help.”

You pause. “Still. I’d like to do something.”

He tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he hasn’t quite figured out. Then, with a lopsided grin, “Then do somethin’. Surprise me.”

...

You don’t even know why you’re doing it.

You tell yourself it’s gratitude. Courtesy. Basic manners. The way you were raised.

You tell yourself you’re not doing anything special when you order two sandwiches from that café your coworkers love, the one with the flaky bread and too-many adjectives on the menu. You even get lemonade. The good kind, fresh-squeezed and slightly overpriced.

It’s just a thank you. That’s all.

You keep telling yourself that as you drive fifteen minutes out of the glass-and-steel part of town (the financial district where you work), past the manicured sidewalks and into something rougher. Older. Sun-beaten and rusted. Potholes and chain link fences. Cigarette smoke curling lazily from a stoop. A teenage boy tosses a basketball toward a hoop that’s missing its net.

Your heels clack against the uneven pavement as you walk. Every step sounds too loud. Your dress is all clean lines and quiet wealth, and you feel it, the contrast. You’re a silk ribbon in a world of grit.

You find the garage easy enough. You recognize the truck parked out front. His truck. And he’s there.

Half under a car, all grease-smudged arms and rolled-up sleeves, one boot planted on the ground, the other leg bent as he slides further under.

“Rafe?” you call, voice a little uncertain.

A pause. The sound of a socket wrench stopping mid-turn.

And then, from beneath the car, a familiar voice, lazy and warm, like sunlight through old blinds.

“Well, look who’s wandered down from Olympus.”

You cross your arms. “I brought you lunch.”

A metallic clatter. Then he’s sliding out on the creeper, blinking up at you like he’s not sure you’re real. And for a second, he doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you, your hair pulled back, your heels dusted from the walk, your fingers curled around a brown paper bag like it’s something holy. Like you’re something holy.

“You get lost on the way to brunch, sweetheart?” he drawls finally, lips twitching.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I thought you might want a sandwich.”

“You thought right.”

He sits up, wiping his hands on a rag that looks even worse than the last one. You hand him the bag, and when his fingers brush yours, warm, rough, real, you pretend your stomach doesn’t flip.

He peeks inside. “This from one of your fancy spots?”

“God forbid,” you say dryly. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your street cred.”

Rafe grins, all teeth and trouble. “You’re startin’ to sound like me, corporate. I’m a bad influence.”

“I’m aware.”

He eats sitting on the bumper of the truck, feet planted wide, watching you through his lashes between bites. You sit beside him carefully. The heat of the metal seeps through your dress. His shoulder is warm next to yours, sun-baked and solid.

“You didn’t have to come all the way out here,” he says after a moment, voice lower now.

“I know.”

He glances sideways. “But you did.”

You don’t look at him. Instead, you trace the edge of your lemonade cup with one perfectly manicured nail. “You helped me. I was trying to be decent.”

“Mm. That what this is?” His gaze lingers, a little too long.

You finally look back. There’s something different in his eyes now...not amusement. Not laziness. Just…interest. Direct and undistracted.

“You sure ’s not curiosity?” he adds, voice barely above a hum. “Maybe you wanted to see what kinda place a guy like me crawls back to.”

You hold his gaze. “And what kind of place is that?”

He shrugs. “One where you don’t belong.”

You raise your chin, defiant. “Maybe I do.”

He laughs, low and disbelieving. “You’re wearin’ thousand-dollar shoes and talk like you’ve got an assistant named Margot.”

“She’s called Alexa, actually.”

“Of course she is.” He finishes the last bite of his sandwich. “You’re somethin’ else.”

“So are you,” you say, before you can stop yourself.

And he freezes.

Not visibly. Not dramatically.

But enough. A hitch in his breath. A flicker in his expression. Like maybe he’s been called a lot of things, but not that. You stand up, brushing nonexistent dust from your skirt. The moment breaks like glass under a heel.

“I should get back,” you say.

He nods once, slowly.

“Hey,” he calls just as you’re walking back to your car.

You pause, turn.

Rafe’s leaning against the truck again, arms crossed, head tilted. That same half-smile playing on his lips, but softer this time. Thoughtful.

“You ever get tired of boardrooms and bullshit, you know where to find me.”

You arch a brow. “And what would I find, exactly?”

He grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

A/N: they're my new obsession

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