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“Undisputed”

cw: boxer!rafe, 18+

You hear the door before you see him — the sharp slam, the keys hitting the counter, and then silence. Heavy silence. It’s not like him.

You stand up from the couch, nerves spiking.

“Rafe?”

He steps into the hallway.

And you freeze.

His face is bruised. Split lip. Sweat still clinging to his neck. His knuckles wrapped in tape, stained dark red at the edges.

Your heart breaks just seeing him like this.

But before you can speak, his eyes meet yours — and they’re burning.

Not with anger.

With something else.

“Don’t,” he says. His voice is rough. Quiet. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you feel sorry for me.”

You take a step toward him. He doesn’t move.

“I’m not sorry,” you whisper. “I just… I hate seeing you hurt.”

He breathes hard through his nose. His fists clench.

Then — like something snaps — he’s suddenly on you.

His mouth crashes into yours. Bloody, rough, bruised — he kisses you like he’s been starved. Like he needs this to stay upright.

“I should’ve had it,” he growls between kisses.

“I should’ve fucking had it—”

“Rafe—”

Rafe pushes you into the living room like he can’t bear to be apart from your skin. His breath is rough, his hands even rougher. Your shirt is half torn before you even realize he’s doing it — and when he steps back to look at you, there’s something desperate in the way he drags a hand over his face.

Blood on his lip. Bruise at his temple.

His chest rising hard like he’s still in the ring.

“Get on top of me.”

Your stomach flips.

“Rafe—”

“Now.”

He drops onto the couch, legs spread, cock already half-hard and twitching in his shorts. You see the way his knuckles shake as he grabs the base of it, strokes himself once — just once — and then looks up at you like you’re salvation.

“Come ride me, baby. Let me forget everything but you.”

You climb onto his lap. Shaky. He doesn’t guide you.

Doesn’t rush you.

But the second you sink down onto him — thick, hot, deep — his head falls back with a moan that sounds like it’s ripped out of his chest.

“Fuck. There she is.”

“You always take me so good, baby. Always.”

You start to move — slow, dragging — but his hands are already gripping your hips. Tight. Possessive.

“No. Don’t go soft on me.”

“I need you to fucking take it.”

He guides you faster. Harder.

Your thighs burn. Your body already sensitive. But his voice keeps pulling you in, raw and strained, like he’s talking through clenched teeth.

“That’s it. Ride me, pretty girl, let me feel how much you missed me, god, you missed me, didn’t you?”

You nod. Whimper.

Your orgasm builds faster than you expect — maybe from how deep he is, maybe from how wrecked he sounds, like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the world.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Already gonna come on me?”

You try to hold back. You really do.

But then he grabs your jaw, thumb pressed right under your chin, tilting your head down to make you look in his eyes.

“Don’t hide it from me.”

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you fall apart.”

Your orgasm hits like a slap — thighs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders, tears slipping from your eyes because it’s too much and not enough all at once.

But Rafe doesn’t stop.

“Don’t slow down.”

“You can give me another. You’re gonna ride me until I’m done with you.”

You sob his name, body trembling — but your hips keep moving.

He’s throbbing inside you now, head buried in your neck, breath hot against your skin.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

“I can lose every goddamn fight if I get to come home to this.”

Your second orgasm tears through you faster, sharper — you can’t even breathe through it. But his hands don’t loosen. They hold your hips down, making sure you stay seated on every single inch of him.

“I know, baby,” he whispers when he feels you shaking. “I know it’s too much.”

“You’re doing so fucking good for me.”

You collapse against him, hips twitching with overstimulation, and that’s when he thrusts up — sharp, bruising from below — until your body clenches again.

“You’re gonna give me one more. Just one. Come on, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

You scream into his shoulder as your body gives in again — muscles spasming, slick dripping down his cock — and only then does he let go.

He pulls you down, deep, and comes inside you, hips jerking as he fills you to the brim.

“Fuck—yes—yes—take all of it.”

You’re limp against him. Boneless. Breathless.

His hands stroke your back.

His voice drops.

“You still with me?”

You nod weakly. He kisses your temple. Once. Twice.

Then?

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because we’re not done yet.”

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I wrote sooo many rafe fanfics over the weeks so here u go 😭😭

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All Fucking Night

You told him once he could have you for a night.

He took that personally.

It starts at midnight.

Your back hits the mattress, and Rafe is already between your legs — shirt half-off, jaw clenched like he’s holding back a storm.

“You think I’m gonna stop after one round?” he growls. “You don’t fucking know me.”

You try to sass back — a smirk, a tease — but the second he shoves inside you again, all that wit dies in your throat. He’s deep, rough, and already fucking you like he’s mad at your body for not staying full of him.

His hand wraps around your throat. His other pins your wrists above your head.

“You gave me one night?” he pants, hips slamming into yours. “One? You think I’m done when you can still speak?”

You whimper, legs trembling around his hips.

“Look at you. Already wrecked, and it’s not even 1 AM.”

He finishes inside you — hard — but doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t even slow down. He just drags his cock through your overstimulated cunt, watching your thighs twitch with every grind of his hips.

“I’m not done,” he says low. “I want you to feel me leaking out of you all fucking day tomorrow.”

1:30 AM

He flips you onto your stomach.

You cry out — sensitive, swollen, sore — but he just grabs your hips and drags you back onto his cock like your body belongs to him.

“You’re taking it so good now,” he says, breath hot against your spine. “Like you want me to ruin you.”

Slap.

His palm smacks your ass — hard — just to hear you gasp.

“You like that?”

“Want Rafey to fuck you until you forget your name?”

You choke on a moan. You’re not sure if you say yes — you just know you’re clenching around him like your body needs to obey.

He pulls your hair. Makes you arch. Bites your shoulder.

And when you come again — twitching, sobbing, body too sensitive — he groans and fucks you deeper.

“Don’t cry yet,” he whispers darkly.

“We’ve got hours to go.”

3:00 AM

You’re on the floor now. Knees raw against the rug.

He’s kneeling in front of you, thumb on your chin.

“Open up.”

You do. Obedient. Mindless.

He pushes his cock into your mouth, slow and filthy, groaning when your tongue flicks up the vein he likes. His hands hold your head still — guiding, controlling, using.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Such a pretty fuckhole.”

When he finishes, he strokes your cheek with a gentleness that doesn’t match his voice.

“Get on the bed.”

You can barely walk. He likes that.

4:45 AM

You’re beneath him again.

Your body’s a mess — slick, marked, bruised from his hands and teeth. He’s whispering filth into your ear between thrusts, making you clench and cry.

“You’re mine now.”

“Say it.”

“Say who fucks you right.”

“You—Rafe—it’s you, fuck—please—”

He kisses your throat. Bites your collarbone.

His cock is so deep you swear you feel him in your chest.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he snarls, breath shaking.

“So everyone knows who you fucking belong to.”

You cum — again — tighter than ever, soaking him, shaking under his body like you’re about to break.

He doesn’t stop.

6:00 AM.

The sun’s barely up.

You’re lying on your side, limp, raw, completely full of him.

Rafe is behind you, one arm around your waist, the other between your thighs, still playing with your pussy — slow now, lazy, like he’s just killing time before round… what, six?

“You awake?” he murmurs, kissing the back of your neck.

“Good. I was starting to miss the sound of you crying.”

Your breath hitches. He pushes two fingers in — wet, messy, easy from how wrecked you are — and curls them perfectly against your g-spot.

“One more,” he whispers. “You got one more for me, baby.”

And you do.

Because Rafe Cameron doesn’t stop until your body gives out.

And even then?

He’ll carry you to the shower.

So he can do it all over again.

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Stay. The. Fuck. Still.

Rafe doesn’t eat you out. He devours you.

You didn’t mean to move.

Not really.

It’s instinct — survival — the way your hips try to twist away from his mouth, thighs trembling from how many times he’s already made you cum tonight.

But Rafe notices.

Of course he fucking does.

You gasp when his hands tighten on your thighs, and the next thing you know, he throws your legs over his shoulders and slams your ass flat into the mattress, locking you in place like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

“Move again,” he growls, voice dark and wet against your skin,

“and I swear I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll forget your own fucking name.”

Your hands claw at the sheets, eyes wide, chest rising and falling in sharp gasps. You try to answer but your voice breaks—

Then his mouth is back on you.

Tongue deep. Pressure sharp.

He’s not teasing anymore.

He licks hard up your soaked slit, then wraps his lips around your clit and sucks like he’s starving. You cry out — body jolting — but his arms just wrap tighter around your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you.

“Stay. Still.”

His voice vibrates against your pussy. It sends you spiraling.

You’re shaking. Clenching. Overstimulated.

But he’s relentless.

He drags his tongue over your sensitive nerves again and again, alternating rhythm, switching up pressure — just enough to keep you on the edge.

“You think you get to tap out now?” he mutters between licks. “You fucking begged for this.”

You shake your head. Whimpering. Pleading.

“Rafe—I can’t—I can’t—”

He growls — low, dangerous — and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while his mouth drowns you in sensation.

“You can,” he snarls. “You will.”

He buries his face in deeper. Nose pressed right against your clit now as he fucks you with his tongue, moaning like he’s addicted to your taste.

You arch. Convulse.

And come hard.

It rips through you like a scream. Your thighs shake, your lungs stutter — but he doesn’t stop. Not for a second.

“That’s one,” he says darkly. “Let’s see how many you’ve got in you.”

Your second orgasm follows faster. Too fast. Your voice breaks. You try to twist away, but his arms lock you down like a fucking vice.

“Oh, no,” he purrs. “You’re taking all of it. You’re gonna cum on my tongue until you cry.”

And you do.

You sob his name. Beg. Clench around nothing while his mouth devours every inch of you. His tongue flicks fast and sharp over your clit now — focused — precise — evil.

“Messy little slut,” he whispers, voice low and smug. “Look at you. Falling apart just from my tongue.”

Your third orgasm crashes into you like a wave of heat and tears. You’re shaking. Half-moan, half-scream. He pulls back for a second to look at your soaked, ruined pussy — then leans in and spits on it, rubbing the mess in with his fingers before going right back in.

“You taste so fucking good when you cry.”

You sob into the sheets.

And still — he doesn’t stop.

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WRECKED

episode one: no vacancy

It starts with the storm.

Not the one in the sky — that came later. This storm started the moment your tires hit Outer Banks soil again. You told yourself it was for one night. One stupid night and then you’d leave again, like nothing ever happened.

But the island remembers.

So does he.

The motel’s empty except for the guy at the front desk who tells you the thing you’ve been dreading all day:

“Only one room left. One bed.”

Before you can respond, someone steps through the door behind you, shaking off rain.

“I’ll take it,” a voice says. Confident. Dry. Sharp as a blade you forgot still had your fingerprints on it.

You turn.

And there he is.

Rafe Cameron.

Taller. Leaner. Still built like a warning label.

Soaked to the skin in a white shirt that clings to every part of him you used to kiss in the dark.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

He smiles, teeth bright against the storm outside.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.”

You want to punch him.

Or maybe kiss him.

You’re not sure. Both would hurt.

The motel room smells like mildew and bad memories.

The queen-sized bed creaks when you drop your bag on it.

You don’t speak as you both strip off your wet jackets, dripping on the floor. His eyes flick to you, slow, like he’s measuring the distance between your body and his hands.

“Still dramatic, huh?” he says, watching you stack pillows in the middle of the bed like a wall. “What, you think I’ll crawl over?”

“I know you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “No. You used to.”

You pause. The air thickens.

You stare at each other like two wild animals in a trap, knowing one of you won’t make it out untouched.

You climb into your side of the bed, back turned.

The storm outside claws at the windows.

You feel the mattress shift as he lies down, just inches away.

Silence.

Then—

“She used to sleep like that,” he murmurs.

Your whole body goes still.

“Who?”

You already know.

“Madeline.”

The name lands like a punch.

You roll onto your back. Eyes wide. Chest tight.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because you were the last one with her.”

You sit up.

“Are you serious?”

“I never joke about dead girls,” he says, voice low.

Your breathing quickens. Your mouth goes dry.

You remember the water. The screams. The rocks.

You remember her blood under your nails.

Or maybe it was his. You don’t know anymore.

“You think I did something?”

He leans up on one elbow, face close. Closer than it should be.

“I think,” he whispers, eyes dropping to your lips, “you remember more than you told the cops.”

Your throat tightens.

“And I think you liked it when I used to press you up against the wall right after a lie.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. A full-body ache rushes through you.

He’s so close.

Too close.

His hand brushes the sheet between you — fingers lightly grazing your hip like he could pull you under and you’d let him.

“You’re sick,” you whisper.

“You used to call me that,” he breathes. “Right before you begged.”

You snap.

You shove him back. Hard.

But he just laughs — low and dangerous and so familiar it makes your thighs clench without permission.

You roll over, facing the wall, trying not to shake.

“Go to sleep.”

“You never could when I touched you.”

You fall asleep finally, sometime after the lightning fades. But hours later, you wake up alone in the bed. And the motel door?

It’s open.

Wet sand leads from the hallway to the bathroom. And you swear—swear—you hear a girl crying.

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YK WHAT HELL YEA ??

don’t even write for rafe but saw this on pin and couldn’t ignore. so for the rafe girlies…

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results are back and “wrecked” has won by the majority!! i will be writing the first episode it will come out in a few days stay tuned my bb’s 🤍

hi guys we have reached over 200 followers <3, i hope u enjoy my upcoming and present fics. i would like to celebrate this by making my first ever series..!

note: these are all 18 and above fics including smut,detailed writings of intercourse,uses of substances and etc.

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me if someone told me they like MY drew like get urself another one, that’s mine tf?

cr: alexadorex on tiktok

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im so excited for the overall resultss

ps:if u haven’t vote, vote now!! 🙏🙏

hi guys we have reached over 200 followers <3, i hope u enjoy my upcoming and present fics. i would like to celebrate this by making my first ever series..!

note: these are all 18 and above fics including smut,detailed writings of intercourse,uses of substances and etc.

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this isn’t even a war it’s an ethnic cleansing 🇵🇸!

i'd like to take the time and bring attention to the genocide currently happening in palestine. in the video, this poor man is not only crying for bread but because bombs took his home, his family, and his dignity. this isn't just about hunger, this is about war and people being erased in real time. if you support israel, this page is not for you and if you claim "the news doesn't explain everything" history does. educate yourself. don't be ignorant, because as your reading my stories and your liking the thousands of stories out there, palestinian people are suffering and dying.

i do create things for entertainment, and i know my platform isn't huge, but even so, attention could mean everything. on my welcome page i have a website linked where you could help palestinians suffering today.

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don’t worry this will still be posted soon!

rafe fics im planning to do for this month:

(if u want to use these ideas please give me credits 🙏)

fantasy/harry potter inspired:

“cursed prince”

genre: dark fantasy & forbidden love

plot: rafe is the cursed heir to a forgotten kingdom. feared by his people, he’s known for the shadowy power that clings to him. your’e a healer, sent to the forest to investigate strange happenings—only to stumble upon him. you should turn him in. but he begs you not to.

“blood bound”

genre: vampire & gothic romance

plot: you inherit a strange manor, only to find it’s already occupied by rafe—a vampire bound to the estate by blood magic. he’s dangerous, unpredictable, and centuries-old. but he claims you’re the last of the bloodline that can set him free.

“heir of the serpent”

genre: slow burn & mystery

plot: rafe is believed to be the heir of slytherin, descended from salazar himself—and feared because of it. but he has no idea if the rumors are true. you’re the one person who treats him like a person, not a prophecy. but when a magical catastrophe threatens the school, you both must face what he’s truly capable of.

“dorm room 403”

genre: forced proximity

plot: you’re assigned a co-ed dorm suite and find out one of your suitemates is that rafe cameron—reputation: arrogant, quiet, and probably a bit unhinged. but he’s also the only one who notices when you’re not okay.

[liorabb]

hi guys we have reached over 200 followers <3, i hope u enjoy my upcoming and present fics. i would like to celebrate this by making my first ever series..!

note: these are all 18 and above fics including smut,detailed writings of intercourse,uses of substances and etc.

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once we reach 200 followers i will make my first ever series !!

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Rafe Cameron as your boyfriend

cw: 18+

Has zero patience when he wants you

You’re sitting across the couch in tiny shorts? He’s pulling you into his lap immediately, growling low, “You’re killin’ me, princess. Get over here.”

Loves manhandling you

Big hands around your waist, tossing you onto the bed like you weigh nothing. Pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while he kisses you slow and dirty. Growling “stay still for me, angel.”

Filthy mouth in bed

Calls you “baby,” “princess,” “my good girl,” and especially “mine” when he’s deep inside you, rough and wrecked. Whispering in your ear while he fucks you, “Gonna fill you up, angel. Stuff you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

Loves when you cry for him

Little whimpers, teary eyes, desperate sobs? Drives him insane. He’ll kiss your tears away while pounding you harder, muttering “so pretty when you cry for me, baby. So fuckin’ perfect.”

Won’t stop after the first round

You cum? Good. Now he’s flipping you over, cock already hard again, lining up to take you rougher. “Thought we were just getting started, princess.”

Big on overstimulation

Holding you down, fucking you slow and deep even when you’re already shaking, sobbing, trying to wriggle away. “You can take it, angel. You’re my good girl, remember? One more for me. Just one more.”

Loves when you ride him after his 9-5 job

Grinds you down on his cock lazily, low filthy growls in your ear: “C’mon, baby, ride me slow. Wanna feel you nice and deep.”

Praises you nonstop

Even when he’s fucking you dumb, he’s praising you: “So tight, so sweet, taking me so good, angel. Love you so much it fuckin’ hurts.”

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Breed You Again, Baby

cw: 18+

You’re still twitching, still leaking Rafe’s cum all over his lap when he grabs you by the hips — strong, rough, possessive — and lifts you off his cock with a loud, wet pop.

“Look at this,” he growls, voice low and shaking, watching his cum drip out of your fluttering, abused pussy. “Fuckin’ leaking everywhere. Goddamn messy little thing.”

You whimper, weak and trembling — but Rafe’s not feeling merciful tonight.

Not even close.

He flips you around like a ragdoll — face down over the couch, ass up, legs shaking — and before you can even beg, he’s shoving his cock back inside you, forcing every thick, dripping inch back where it belongs.

“You think I’m fuckin’ done, princess?” he snarls, slamming into you so deep you see stars. “You think I’m gonna stop before you’re dripping outta every hole? Before you’re bred so full you can’t fuckin’ think straight?”

You sob into the couch cushions — overstimulated, throbbing, completely helpless — and it just makes Rafe grin, filthy and proud.

“That’s right,” he pants, pounding into you rough, brutal, mean. “Take it. Fuckin’ take it. My perfect little cumdump.”

You’re gushing again, slick and messy, the slap-slap-slap of his hips against your ass obscene — and Rafe loves it, losing his mind, big hands bruising your waist as he uses you, fucks you, fills you again.

“Gonna knock you up, baby,” he grunts, rutting into you harder, faster, wild. “Gonna fill you so full it leaks out for days. Gonna see you waddlin’ around with my fuckin’ kid inside you. Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.”

You sob his name, barely able to breathe — brain broken, body ruined — and Rafe just growls low in his chest, fucking you even deeper, like he’s trying to carve himself inside you.

“Fuckin’ tight little pussy,” he spits, cock throbbing inside you. “Made to take my fuckin’ cum. Made to be ruined by me.”

You feel it when he cums — thick, hot, overwhelming — stuffing you so full you feel like you’re going to burst, gasping at the filthy wet heat flooding you again and again and again.

You’re already dripping down your thighs, but Rafe doesn’t care — doesn’t pull out, doesn’t stop.

“One more,” he pants against your spine, cock still rock-hard inside you. “Gotta make sure it sticks, pretty girl. Gotta fuck another one into you.”

You can only nod weakly, wrecked and crying and so fucking full — because you know he means it.

He’s gonna fuck you until he’s bred you properly.

Until you can’t hold anything else inside you.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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rafe fics im planning to do for this month:

(if u want to use these ideas please give me credits 🙏)

fantasy/harry potter inspired:

“cursed prince”

genre: dark fantasy & forbidden love

plot: rafe is the cursed heir to a forgotten kingdom. feared by his people, he’s known for the shadowy power that clings to him. your’e a healer, sent to the forest to investigate strange happenings—only to stumble upon him. you should turn him in. but he begs you not to.

“blood bound”

genre: vampire & gothic romance

plot: you inherit a strange manor, only to find it’s already occupied by rafe—a vampire bound to the estate by blood magic. he’s dangerous, unpredictable, and centuries-old. but he claims you’re the last of the bloodline that can set him free.

“heir of the serpent”

genre: slow burn & mystery

plot: rafe is believed to be the heir of slytherin, descended from salazar himself—and feared because of it. but he has no idea if the rumors are true. you’re the one person who treats him like a person, not a prophecy. but when a magical catastrophe threatens the school, you both must face what he’s truly capable of.

“dorm room 403”

genre: forced proximity

plot: you’re assigned a co-ed dorm suite and find out one of your suitemates is that rafe cameron—reputation: arrogant, quiet, and probably a bit unhinged. but he’s also the only one who notices when you’re not okay.