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✮⋆˙ rafe stalking pogue!reader’s instagram and getting off to her pictures.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. instagram stalking, enemies (rafe x pogue!reader). male masturbation, slight degradation. rafe lowkey being a perv.

cherie’s note — i’m writing this half-asleep + my phone being on 4%, but i absolutely needed to get this out for you guys. c: no idea if this makes any sense i’ve been consuming cleaning chemicals all day LOL.

he tells himself he’s just checking up. that it’s strategic — practical, necessary — to keep tabs on the people who hang out on the wrong side of the island. that’s all you are — just another loud-mouthed pogue girl from the cut who didn’t know her place.

he spat the words like venom, made it clear he couldn’t stand you. said it to anyone who mentioned your name — he hated you.

but rafe’s lying to himself. and he knows it.

because every time your posts slide across his screen, it starts the same way. just a peek. just a scroll. and then suddenly, he’s got his cock in his hand and that skimpy bikini picture posted on your instagram pulled up like it’s fucking porn.

it’s pathetic. he knows that, too.

he groans, thumb dragging slow over the screen while the other hand pumps his cock with rough, desperate strokes. he’s already leaking at the sight — already imagining you moaning his name, begging him to fill the same pretty little hole you use to run your mouth with.

at least then that smug pogue mouth of yours would finally be good for something.

“fuckin’ pogue bitch,” he mutters, stomach tight, eyes glued to the screen. “bet you’d let me ruin you in two seconds.”

his mind spirals.

you, on your knees in that pathetic excuse of a swimsuit, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, while he fists your hair and shoves his cock down your throat. you, messy and whining, pretending you don’t want it just as bad.

“you’d let me,” he pants, thumb flicking to another picture — smaller bikini, lower angle, tighter smile. “you fuckin’ would. talk all that shit, then let me bend you over and make you cry.”

he sees it clear — you in that tight bikini, ass up in the sand, voice shaking while you beg him not to cum inside. him groaning about how tight your little pogue cunt is, about how it doesn’t matter what you say — he’s gonna take what he wants.

“i’d ruin you,” he growls. “turn you into a cock-hungry little mess. cry to your friends about how much you hate me — then sneak off just to let me fuck you again.”

he cums with a broken grunt — hot, fast, messy. fucks into his fist like he wishes it was you. thick streaks spill over his stomach, his knuckles, his fucking phone.

your face is still smiling up at him. happy. untouched.

he stares at it for a second, jaw clenched, chest still rising and falling. then he grabs the phone and hurls it across the bed, jaw tight.

“fuckin’ hate her,” he mutters, like saying it out loud might finally make it true.

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omgg what a wonderful way to start the day , tysm for posting some more bots ur plots are like the best ever .. i might be a crazy lil freak for requesting this but at some point in the future can we get a step-rafe bot 🫄 - 🧁

what if i told you i already have some i’ve been editing? 😏

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three more character.ai bots for you guys! (◜ᴗ◝)

crying on his doorstep — when your best friend, sarah cameron, decides to ignore your texts after your break-up, you decide to show up at her house — but it isn’t sarah who answers the door.

cute girl at the country club — working at the kildare country club definitely has its perks — good tips, great opportunities, and cute boys. and you’ve certainly peaked the interest of one of them, rafe cameron.

falling asleep on him — this one is self-explanatory !! inspired by a movie scene i watched c: cute little fluffy roleplay

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The cat in your pinned is SO cute omfg 😭

omg i know !! his name is bruno, he’s a catfluencer on instagram LOLL i fell in LOVEEE when i saw him on pinterest !! >.<

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okay but s1 rafe’s bff….. is she totally oblivious to how he stares at her, or does she tease him over it?? 🥰

she’s oblivious — to a point.

yeah, she notices his wandering eyes. it’s hard not to, when he’s constantly glancing down at her chest mid-conversation or letting his gaze drag a little too long when she stretches in front of him. but she doesn’t really think anything of it, not seriously.

if anything, she feels a little guilty for noticing it at all — for even letting the thought cross her mind. that’s her best friend, rafe. they’ve always been just that, nothing more, so she brushes it off every time.

he’ll tell her that her necklace looks pretty, and she’ll smile without a second thought, believing he’s genuinely speaking about the jewelry — not the way it’s sitting between her boobs.

he’ll say, “that top looks good on you,” and she’ll blush, not thinking much of it — probably letting it fly over her head with the assumption that he means the colour. of course, that’s not what he’s referring to, but she’s too dense to realize.

she knows — she definitely does. does she think that far into it? probably not, the shame of her inappropriate assumptions gets the better of her, and she brushes it off every time.

which works great in rafe’s favour.

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some things are just better raw. 😽

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— wanting to procreate w. bf!rafe

warnings — breeding kink, needy!reader, lewd language

the ache deep in your womb is a constant, throbbing companion, a primal urge that happens almost every other day. it's more than just desire for rafe. it's a deeper, more fundamental need: to be filled, to be seeded, to feel it deep inside of you.

you wake him up before dawn, crawling on top of him, your hips already grinding against his sleepy, semi-hard length. "rafe," you whisper, your voice husky with need. "i need you, rafey… please…"

he groans, blinking up at you through heavy lids, a confused frown etching his brow. "baby, it's still dark."

"don't care," you murmur, already guiding him inside you, the familiar stretch a satisfying feeling. "need to feel you. need you inside me, daddy." you start moving, noticing his confused reaction to the new nickname.

he catches on quickly, his initial drowsiness replaced by a familiar, dark fire in his eyes. he knows this mood, this particular intensity you get. his hands grip your hips, meeting your thrusts, his own desire igniting rapidly. "i get it, you wanna get filled deep. ain't that right?" he growls against your skin, the words a filthy promise.

"yes," you gasp, riding him harder. "fill me up, rafey. all day. don't stop."

and he doesn't. the day becomes a blur of tangled limbs and slick skin, punctuated by your increasingly desperate pleas for him to cum inside you, again and again. you move from the bed to the shower, his hands splayed on the wet tiles as he takes you from behind, the hot water sluicing over your bodies. you fuck on the kitchen counter while breakfast burns forgotten on the stove, his fingers tangled in your hair, your cries muffled against his shoulder. each orgasm is a stepping stone, each time he spills himself deep within you.

"is this enough?" he pants, hours later, sprawled on the living room rug, you straddling him agains, relentless in your pursuit. "fuck, baby. you're insatiable."

"not yet," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him deeply. "more. i need more of you inside me." you can feel the subtly twinges in your abdomen, the heightened sensitivity, your body primed, waiting. every cell seems to scream for his seed.

he groans, but his hips lift, meeting your renewed rhythm. he's tired, you can see it, feel it in the slight tremor in his muscles. but your relentless need, your explicit desire to carry his child, seems to fuel a different kind of energy in him, a possessive, primal drive to provide, to claim you in the most fundamental way possible. he watches your face, the desperation in your eyes, the way you bite your lip to stifle your moans, and a dark, satisfied smirk plays on his lips.

"my horny little baby."

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© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!

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What size tits do you think Rafe favors?

honestly?

rafe’s not picky — he’s territorial.

it’s not so much about size, not really. if he can touch them, leave marks, get a reaction out of you with nothing but his mouth and hands, that’s more than enough. he cares way more about how you respond than what you’ve got.

but if you really wanna know? he’s got a thing for bigger tits. the kind that don’t quite fit in his hands. soft, heavy, warm — something he can grab onto when you’re on top of him, something that bounces when he’s got you just how he wants. he loves the weight, the way they spill out of your bra, the way they move when you squirm. something plush, squishy, comforting.

the more there is to grab, to worship, to play with?

yeah. thats exactly his type.

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this is so pogue!rafe… omg. showing up to family dinner wearing this, just to see your parents’ reaction. 😭

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in love w ur theme and ur writing and everything u do actually!!! ☁️☁️

i think i’m gonna kiss you??

this is so fckin sweet AWEEEE thank you sm <3 got me literally kicking my feet right now

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W for bsf!rafe if you haven’t already!!

W – Wet dreams

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

mdni 18+

You’d stayed over a million times. Shared a bed with him a million more.

Nothing ever happened. Not even once.

Except now, Rafe’s breathing isn’t even. And he’s hard.

Really hard.

You wake up to the heat of him pressed against your back, one arm slung over your waist, his hips shifting ever so slightly—like his body’s chasing friction even in his sleep.

You freeze, unsure if you should move or pretend you didn’t notice. But then you hear it—soft, low, a whispered breath against your neck:

“God… fuck… baby…”

And that’s when you realize—he’s dreaming about you.

Your thighs clench automatically, heart racing. He groans again, hips rocking into your ass, cock thick and straining against the fabric of his boxers.

“Need you,” he mutters. “So fuckin’ bad.”

You let out a soft gasp without meaning to—and it wakes him.

“Shit,” he croaks, still dazed. He blinks against the low morning light and then goes still. “Shit—fuck—I—did I—”

You roll over to face him, wide-eyed. “Rafe.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean—fuck, that’s so embarrassing—”

“Were you dreaming about me?” you whisper.

His eyes snap to yours. Silent. Caught.

And then he nods. Slow. Tortured. “Yeah. I was.”

You’re quiet for a beat. Then your voice drops lower.

“Do you want me now?”

Rafe’s breath catches. He nods again—shaky this time. “So fuckin’ bad, baby.”

That’s all it takes.

You reach down and palm him through his boxers, and he whimpers—head falling back, abs flexing.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he pants. “I was dreamin’ about you ridin’ me—woke up about to cum.”

Your cheeks flush, but you don’t stop. You tug his boxers down, watch his cock spring free, flushed and leaking.

“Then let me give you what you wanted.”

And when you sink down onto him a minute later—bare, slow, warm and real—he moans like it’s still part of the dream.

But it’s not.

Not anymore.

a/n: best friends don’t usually wake up grinding into each other while muttering your name in their sleep… but apparently rafe does. thank you for the request angel—this man is waking up hard and in love and honestly?? so real of him

♥️ lani

nsfw a-z

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A slutty polo and biceps? We are so back

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being best friend with rafe cameron in s1 means having your chest stared at constantly. sorry to say, but this boy gets no play whatsoever, and he’s absolutely shameless with the way he watches.

it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing — bikini top, a thin little tank top, even a cute little dress — rafe’s eyes drop. every time. he’ll act like he’s listening, nodding along with whatever you’re saying, but he’s not. he’s distracted. zoned out. zoning in. his gaze lingers just a second too long, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek like he’s trying to behave, but failing.

he’s the worst when you stretch. or lean over. or sit cross-legged in the grass with your arms behind you, supporting your weight and pushing your chest out just a little too much. he doesn’t even try to be slick about it anymore. sometimes he makes a little noise under his breath — barely audible, like damn — and then he looks away all innocent, like he wasn’t just mentally undressing you while sipping a capri sun.

and you don’t think much of it, honestly. it’s just rafe being rafe — always a little too much of a guy, always a little too obvious.

he’ll offer you his hoodie half the time, not because you’re cold — because he needs a goddamn break. he’s losing his mind.

and the worst part? he finds himself constantly adjusting his shorts around you, every time you turn away from him.

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✮⋆˙ getting high with stepbro!rafe and finally letting him hit.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. stepbro!rafe x stepsis!reader. stepcest. drug usage (cocaine).

cherie’s note — hihiii i’m back !! c:

you’d been asking for weeks — after parties, during late-night drives, curled up next to him on his bed while he chopped lines like it was just another part of his routine. you wanted to know what it felt like, what part of it made him disappear into himself and come back grinning like he owned the world.

he always said no. told you that you couldn’t handle it — said you were too soft, too good, too fucking sweet for this kind of thing. his, kind of thing. but he made sure to do it in front of you. he made sure to cut lines slow — to snort it with his head tipped back and exhale with a guttural groan like it felt too good to resist.

he knew how your mind worked.

curious. tempted. easy.

but maybe that’s what made you keep asking. and maybe, that’s what made him say yes tonight.

the dull hum of the air conditioning barely drowned out the faint rustling of the trees outside, the wind slipping through the cracked-open window. it’s late. too late for you to be in his room. too late for this to be anything but trouble. but when you sit on your knees, in the mess of his blankets and bedsheets, your eyes too big and too curious, he’d finally given in. he watched you lean down, shaky, then come up blinking and laughing like the high had hit you faster than it should’ve.

it hadn’t taken long after that.

now, your cunt practically chokes him, the squelching undeniable, and glistening under the cool-blue hue of the idle television soaking the entire length of him. your head spins in the most delicious way, each thrust of his hips meeting yours, the muffled sound of your cries against his hand echoing off of the walls making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you’d been so needy.

the way you let out soft whimpers with each peak of your cocaine-induced high. the way you had been absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together without realizing, only minutes after you had consumed the drug. you were so impressionable — so easily corruptible.

and he’d be a terrible stepbrother if he hadn’t at least offered some help, right?

“high for five minutes and already acting like a fuckin’ slut.”

you whimpered, didn’t deny it. just looked at him with those big, drug-dazed eyes and nodded. your voice cracked when he pulled out just enough to run the thick head of his cock between your sticky folds, body shuddering against the feeling. “high and soaking through your panties for your stepbrother.”

you kissed him. sloppy. a poor excuse to shut him up before you became too flustered and ruined the high, but neither of you were complaining. your lips were syrupy-sweet, a little too eager, like you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew you wanted it. rafe didn’t move at first — let his sweet little stepsister beg silently for entrance with her tongue, desperate to taste him.

you'd lived in the same house for two years — shared dinners, shared holidays, shared space and silence and too many looks that lingered too long. but you didn't feel like family. not tonight. not with the coke still buzzing beneath your skin from the drugs, not with the way you were looking at him like he was the only thing tethering you to the floor.

"knew you'd like this, baby. you just needed a little push." he whispered against your skin, the tip of his cock nudging delectably against that gummy spot deep inside of you. “knew you wanted this just as bad as me, pretty baby.”

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✮⋆˙ getting high with stepbro!rafe and finally letting him hit.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. stepbro!rafe x stepsis!reader. stepcest. drug usage (cocaine).

cherie’s note — hihiii i’m back !! c:

you’d been asking for weeks — after parties, during late-night drives, curled up next to him on his bed while he chopped lines like it was just another part of his routine. you wanted to know what it felt like, what part of it made him disappear into himself and come back grinning like he owned the world.

he always said no. told you that you couldn’t handle it — said you were too soft, too good, too fucking sweet for this kind of thing. his, kind of thing. but he made sure to do it in front of you. he made sure to cut lines slow — to snort it with his head tipped back and exhale with a guttural groan like it felt too good to resist.

he knew how your mind worked.

curious. tempted. easy.

but maybe that’s what made you keep asking. and maybe, that’s what made him say yes tonight.

the dull hum of the air conditioning barely drowned out the faint rustling of the trees outside, the wind slipping through the cracked-open window. it’s late. too late for you to be in his room. too late for this to be anything but trouble. but when you sit on your knees, in the mess of his blankets and bedsheets, your eyes too big and too curious, he’d finally given in. he watched you lean down, shaky, then come up blinking and laughing like the high had hit you faster than it should’ve.

it hadn’t taken long after that.

now, your cunt practically chokes him, the squelching undeniable, and glistening under the cool-blue hue of the idle television soaking the entire length of him. your head spins in the most delicious way, each thrust of his hips meeting yours, the muffled sound of your cries against his hand echoing off of the walls making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you’d been so needy.

the way you let out soft whimpers with each peak of your cocaine-induced high. the way you had been absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together without realizing, only minutes after you had consumed the drug. you were so impressionable — so easily corruptible.

and he’d be a terrible stepbrother if he hadn’t at least offered some help, right?

“high for five minutes and already acting like a fuckin’ slut.”

you whimpered, didn’t deny it. just looked at him with those big, drug-dazed eyes and nodded. your voice cracked when he pulled out just enough to run the thick head of his cock between your sticky folds, body shuddering against the feeling. “high and soaking through your panties for your stepbrother.”

you kissed him. sloppy. a poor excuse to shut him up before you became too flustered and ruined the high, but neither of you were complaining. your lips were syrupy-sweet, a little too eager, like you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew you wanted it. rafe didn’t move at first — let his sweet little stepsister beg silently for entrance with her tongue, desperate to taste him.

you'd lived in the same house for two years — shared dinners, shared holidays, shared space and silence and too many looks that lingered too long. but you didn't feel like family. not tonight. not with the coke still buzzing beneath your skin from the drugs, not with the way you were looking at him like he was the only thing tethering you to the floor.

"knew you'd like this, baby. you just needed a little push." he whispered against your skin, the tip of his cock nudging delectably against that gummy spot deep inside of you. “knew you wanted this just as bad as me, pretty baby.”

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LOVE THE NEW THEMEEE (we miss u !!!) - 🧁

THANK YOUU <33 took me absolutely forever to colour match everything but i’m so happy with how it turned out c:

i’ll be back soon! just queued something to post for tuesday, and it should be regular posting from there. i miss you guys !! feel so off lately not writing.

i hope you’re doing well angel! <3

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i’m back soon ! haven’t been writing :p been taking care of my mom, & i lowk don’t have a place to write (i don’t even have a bed right now, my cat popped the air mattress i was sleeping on 😭)

i miss u guys!! back so soon i promise. <3

hihi taking a tiny refresher break from posting for a few days — not feeling the best, and it’s starting to disrupt my writing. will definitely be writing but not posting! see you angels soon. c: