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teachers pet ☆ rafe imagine

cw: grooming, power dynamics, dubcon

school has always been difficult for you. you have a hard time focusing, staying motivated, and overall just keeping your head out of the clouds. it seems like your mind is always elsewhere and you can never stay grounded.

when your teacher, rafe cameron, notices your struggle, he offers you some help. you start meeting with him after class for half an hour or so to get some one on one help. sometimes, he would keep snacks in his desk for you once you've created a routine. sometimes, you don't even study anymore. he just let's you rant about your day, your friends, your family. he's a safe space for you.

eventually, he invites you to come over to his house to hang out for longer. he considers you a real friend; you're important to him. you're special. spending time with him is the highlight of your weeks, and he says the same.

you've always had a crush on him-- how could you not? but you never thought too hard on it until he started getting closer to you. lingering touches, wandering eyes, streams of praise. the attention made your heart race. he wanted this too.

he told you your relationship would have to stay a secret for the safety of his career. you didn't mind that. you liked being only his. you liked the power he had over you. you liked when he fucked you over his desk, hand muffling the moans pouring from your mouth. you liked when he gave you extra credit points for swallowing instead of spitting. you liked being his dirty secret.

note: disclaimer I do not support any of this outside of fiction ! I haven't clarified on any of my posts before, but I wanted to mention it on this #ReportHimtoHR also no age was specified but this was very much created with 18+ in mind.

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I truly have been so caught up in other stuff I just feel like I haven't had time for tumblr but TRUST I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YALL

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saw a post complaining about dark fics in rafe cameron x readers and it made me laugh because like.. you like rafe cameron.. canonically a manipulative murderer 💀 idgaf i want him to manipulate and gaslight me into giving him whatever he wants #no1dubconfan ! anyway I am gonna be working on the plus sized x reader hcs and some more imagines I'm just really busy atm but dw they're coming :)

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would yall be interested in some plus sized reader imagines? (i'll take any notes as a yes lmao) please send ideas or headcanons in my ask box :) sfw, nsfw, taboo, idgaf send anything

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rafe dubcon imagine ☆

cw: dubcon, ignoring tap out

rafe loves when you suck his dick. he's trained your throat to take him rough and deep. if you need to tap out to breathe, you hit the back of his legs and he'll pull out. usually. one night he's fucking your mouth, guiding you with a handful of your hair, both of you getting off to the sounds of you choking and gagging. you both love the way you drool and whine around him. when you need a break to breathe, you do those taps, but he keeps going. your next taps go ignored too. "feels so fuck'n good, baby, can't stop." he keeps fucking your mouth until he cums down your throat. tears are streaking your cheeks and your jaw aches more than it ever has before, but you've also never been more wet in your life. he cleans you up after and cuddles you, covers your face and neck in gentle kisses. he says he's sorry and he wont do it again, its just hard to stop when "you take it so well." when you're hoarse and bruised the next morning, you feel almost grateful that you can still feel it. you kind of hope he actually does do it again.

note: i actually have this idea in my docs app to write into a full one shot but just incase i never get to it, i wanted to share it in some way :) hope you enjoyed tysm for reading

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I've been kinda busy recently between school, work, and hobbies/friends but I'll try to post something tomorrow or maybe in a few hours if I'm feeling inspired tonight :) but in the meantime I am off to do some work..

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taking the edge off

rafe shows up to your house on the verge of a panic attack. you do your best to calm him down, but he has his own ideas of what could help his mind go blank. [wc: 2.5k]

tags; smut, edging, slight choking, very mild manipulation, technically dubcon kissing but overall the entire deed is very consensual! there are no pronouns or gendered language used towards the reader so this is entirely gender-neutral. [18+] only ★ [read this on ao3!]

Rafe showed up to your house pacing, hands running through his hair anxiously as he muttered expletives. You were sitting on your porch when he showed up speeding in on his bike. He threw his helmet to the ground and walked right by you and through your front door. He was already in the living room when you followed, practically panting while he walked back and forth.

He wasn’t the type to show up like this. You were hardly friends; you’d seen each other at bonfires or at the occasional party, but mostly at Barry’s. You weren’t involved in the drug scene, but you and Barry had been friends for years. Whenever you saw Rafe, he was either fucked up, erratic, or in a frat-boy-party mood. But the Rafe in front of you then was different. 

When he sat on the couch, you took the chance to finally ask what the hell was going on.

Rafe pushed his head into the heels of his hands and inhaled a stuttered breath. “I fucked up bad, like, real fucking bad. I’m so fucked, dude. I’m fucked.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Okay… I mean, how bad? Like, jail bad? Am I harboring a fugitive right now?” you tried to joke lightheartedly, but it fell flat. 

“I need-” he swallowed and wiped his hands down his face. “I need… fuck. I don't know. Something. What do you have?” He stood up now, looking around.

“Rafe,” you said quietly, shaking your head. “I don't do any of that… Why didn't you go to Barry's? Why are you here? What did you do?”

His face twisted into something angry and he tensed his hands at his side. He took a deep breath and visibly held back the urge to yell or break something.

“Barry wasn't there. I thought he might be here, but-” he threw his hands up, exasperated. He sat on the couch again and tears brimmed in his eyes. “Shit, man.”

You didn't know what to do. You've never seen this side of Rafe; you didn't even know he had a side like this. You knew him as someone detached, maybe a bit cold hearted– someone entirely different than the person sitting before you now. 

You, somewhat cautiously, sat next to him on the couch and put your hand on his knee. “Rafe, just breathe. You need to tell me what happened. Maybe I.. I don't know, maybe I can help.” The fact that he hadn’t told you what brought him to this state to begin with had started to worry you.

He tensed and untensed his fingers multiple times until he spoke. “It’s better if you don't know. Don't get involved in my shit. Just… Give me a minute.”

“Don't get involved in your shit? Rafe, you showed up to my house halfway to a breakdown- literally almost broke down my door. You involved me in your shit. Give me something to work with.” You didn't want him to leave in this state. He was already a reckless driver and you were sure he was far too out of it to get on his bike. 

He shoved your hand off of him and gritted his teeth. “I did some shit I can't come back from. Not just light jail time, this is serious life sentence shit I'm in. Prison type shit.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and he shook his head. “It’s over.”

You opened your mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. You doubted he would tell you any more, and honestly, knowing any more might’ve made you an accomplice. You shoved all questions out of the forefront of your mind and focused on the current situation. 

“Rafe,” you started. He looked up at you, eyes glassy and eyelashes clumped together. “Just breathe. Take a moment to relax. Think. Make a plan. You can't do anything if you're high out of your mind or spiraling. You need to reset.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, unconvinced. “I can't. I can't stop thinking. I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind. Everything in my head,” he tapped aggressively at his temples, “it's all a fucking mess.”

You grabbed his wrists in your hands and locked eyes with him. “Breathe. Take some deep breaths with me.” You loosened your hold and inhaled long through your nose, waiting for him to follow. 

His eyes searched your face for a moment before he surged forwards, crashing your lips together. He held your head still between his hands, preventing you from quickly pulling away. Your eyes widened and you pushed at his shoulders, but he didn't pull back. He kissed you harder, one hand moving down to cup your jaw. 

You took that opportunity to shove him and lean out of his embrace and stand up. “What the fuck are you doing, Rafe?” Your heart was racing and you were entirely tense. 

“You told me I need to relax,” he said, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “This helps me relax. No drugs.” He puts a hand on the back of your thigh and pulls you closer until you stumble onto him.

You lean back and sit closer to his knees than in his lap. “This isn't what I meant!” His hands traveled up your thighs and rested there.

“Please,” he sighed out. “I need this. My life’s falling apart. I- I can't even think straight. I'm probably going to prison. Just,” he paused, “give me this.” His eyes are big and pleading. His hands moved up to your waist, squeezing gently. “You need to help me.” His hips slightly arched off of the couch, emphasizing his desperation.

You'd be lying if you tried to avoid the way your body is reacting to this– the way your skin was heating up and desire was working through your veins. You let yourself slip closer to him, but shook your head. “This won't make you feel better. It won't change anything, Rafe.”

He held you tighter, maybe leaving a bruise. “I don't care.” One of his hands moved between your legs. “I don't think you do either. I think you want this.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and huffed out a laugh. “What is happening right now, Rafe? What do you want?”

“To make my mind go completely fucking blank.” He fully pulled you into his lap now where you could feel him pressed against you. “Will you do that for me?”

“You're fucked in the head,” you said, but there was no malice behind it. His grin in response made you bite your lip. Maybe you were just as fucked.

You leaned in and kissed him with an open mouth. You started gentle, but he grabbed the back of your neck and slid it into your hair, taking a handful to control your head. He bit and tugged at your lower lip before licking into your mouth. Your ‘mmph’ of surprise encouraged him further.

Pulling back was difficult with his hand holding you and your own want telling you to stay like this, but you did. His lips chased yours, trying to reconnect the kiss. 

Before he could protest, you ran your thumb over his lower lip. “If we're really doing this, we're doing it my way. You're letting me take care of you.”

“Oh, I am?” he replied, smirking while taking your thumb between his teeth. You slipped it into his mouth and pressed it down on his tongue. 

“You are.” You slid your thumb out of his mouth, swiping it over his bottom lip before moving down to unbuckle his pants. “Just lean back.”

He settled his hands on your thighs again and leaned into the cushions, watching your movements with amusement. You were taking your time unzipping his jeans, stopping to palm at him and run your fingertips down his bulge. 

You slipped your hand beneath his waistband and held him loosely, moving your hand tauntingly slow. He bucked his hips a bit to encourage you, but you only used your other hand to push him back down. 

You took him out of his pants and take a moment to just admire, which seemed to amuse him. His cock was pretty. The tip was a blush pink that matched his lips and the color that tinted his cheekbones. You ran your fingertip from base to tip, smearing the bit of precum that had gathered. The sensitivity made his cock twitch.

You spit in your palm and watched the way his pupils dilate, his teeth biting down on his lower lip. Motivated, you wrapped your fingers around him and started jerking him off. You started , watching his expressions and seeing what he responded to the best. When you twisted your hand around the head, he gave a quiet mph. 

“I wanna hear you moan,” you said before leaning forward and letting spit drip from your mouth and onto his cock. You moved your hand faster, following the way his breathing picked up.

Rafe gave a proud smirk and said, “make it good then.”

Keeping up pace, you leaned forward to kiss at his jaw. They were gentle and almost teasing until you moved down to his neck. You left open mouthed kisses everywhere and could feel his pulse increase while you sucked bruises into his skin. You loved watching marks slowly decorate him from his collarbone to his jaw.

You kissed your way back up to his lips and spoke against them. “Am I doing good?” you whispered, quickening your speed.

He placed a hand around your neck, applying a pleasing pressure. “Mm, you could do better.” The warmth that spread up through your head made your eyes flutter with a soft whimper playing from your lips.

You doubled your efforts, focusing one hand on massaging his balls and the other working him top to bottom. The two of you held each other's gaze as his breath stuttered, pupils eclipsing the blue of his eyes. He thrusted his hips lightly, nose scrunching in pleasure.

You slowed down then, keeping one hand steadily stroking him and took the other to cradle his jaw while you kissed him. He sighed and licked into your mouth with a needy groan. You let him deepen the kiss and let out another mewl when he squeezed your throat again. 

His head fell back against the couch when you tightened your grip around him, followed by a breathy, “fuck.” Absentmindedly, you rolled your hips against nothing, your body seeking some kind of friction. Rafe almost laughed as he sat himself up a bit.

“Y’want me?” Rafe asked with amusement lacing his voice. “Want my dick, baby?”

Your cheeks flushed as you chewed the inside of your cheeks, shaking your head. “This isn't about me.” You thumbed at the underside of his tip, ignoring the pulsing between your legs. “I'll let you pay me back later.”

You spit on his cock again, putting an end to the retort about to slip from his mouth. Instead, he let out a sigh mixed with a moan before biting his lower lip again. He watched your hand move up and down, his breath unsteady with every exhale. You could tell he was getting closer with every stroke. His chest rose and fell faster and his hips stuttered beneath you.

Then, you took your hand away.

Rafe whined, which caught you by surprise. He let go of your neck and grabbed your wrist hard enough to bruise and scowled. “The fuck?” His voice was hoarse and confusion bordered with frustration was etched on his face. “Why’d y'stop?” 

Your wrist throbbed but his strength and desperation turned you on more. “It'll feel better if you wait,” you said while running your hands up and down his stomach. “I told you I'd take care of you,” you leaned forward to kiss below his ear, “so let me.”

“Why're you fuckin’ around?” He dropped your wrist and squeezed at your hips instead. “S'posed to be helpin’ me.” He tilted his head over, giving you more access to kissing his neck. 

Speaking in between kisses, you said, “I am helping. You feel good, don’t you?” When Rafe mumbles out a weak mhm, you stroke him faster. “I’ll let you come soon, just hold on a little longer.” You palmed his balls and added, “you think you can do that for me?” He nodded hungrily.

You were watching him lose control by the second. You knew the Rafe that everyone else knew: hot-headed, combative, cold. But this version of Rafe was entirely different. He was loose under your hands and unraveling more and more. His eyes were hardly open anymore, brain completely fuzzy.

He reacted the most whenever you would take your hand away when he would get to close to coming. You’d work him up, then go slower until the rush subsided. You’d get him there again, then let go entirely. You felt almost cruel as he practically clawed at your thigh, silently begging for more stimulation.

When it was clear that there wasn't a single thought in his head that didn't revolve around his pleasure, you knew it was time to give in. Precum slicked up each movement, filling the room with a sound that seemed to make him want more and more. You worked one hand steadily up and down while the other took care of his balls. You matched your movements to what made his breath hitch— what made him twitch, shudder, and whimper for more. 

You kept eye contact with him, or as much as he was able to, as he reached his peak. His lips were glistening with spit, parted and panting. His eyebrows were furrowing and his whines and grunts were full on moans. His nails left darker trails in their wake along your skin; you couldn’t wait to see all the marks he had left on you. The finger shaped bruises on your wrist, hips, and neck excited you more than anything else. You knew you’d be pressing on them for days, reliving this.

”Oh fuck,” Rafe hissed and thrusted into your hand. “Gonna come, gonna come, fuck, please.” His clutch on one side of your hips was so tight that it ached, and it only got tighter as he got closer to his climax. His entire body was tensing up alongside a long moan that reverberated through the room, broken only with gasps of air. His cheeks were flushed darker than you’d ever seen them and sweat along his hairline left his hair stuck to his forehead. He looked wholly fucked out and satiated.

Ropes of cum pooled on his stomach and up to his chest. It was more than you’d ever seen before. He finally let all his muscles relax with a splintered sigh and sunk into the couch. “The fuck did you just do t’me?” His voice was debilitated and rough.

“Fulfilled my promise.” His blue eyes were glazed over with a fading lust and relief. His pupils were still dilated, though not as much as before. He was all soft around the edges now.

After basking in the aftermath of his pleasure, you traced a finger through the mess on his stomach and sucked it into your mouth. “All this from a hand job?” you teased.

He weakly shoved at your shoulder with a groan. “Mm, fuck off.”

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public sex ☆ imagine

rafe is obsessed with you. he wants you anywhere and everywhere and doesn't care who might hear. it makes it even better for him. he's always slipping his hand under your skirt (sometimes you forego underwear just to make it easier for him) or grabbing your hips and ass. if he can pull you away into a closet or around the corner, he absolutely will.

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rafe loves you in bows ☆ imagine

you love wearing bows- they're your favorite accessory. you love them on clothes, shoes, bags, in your hair, anywhere. if it has on a bow on it, you'll probably buy it. rafe loves your bows too, but for an entirely different reason. he loves tying you up with them, whether it's your wrists, legs, or in your hair for him to pull. you're his perfectly wrapped up gift.

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what does dubcon mean? i see it everywhere but i don’t understand (english is not my first language)

it stands for "dubious consent." it's when a sexual act takes place but one or more participates can't technically fully consent (for example, they're under the influence, "fuck or die" which is a trope where characters have to have sex for a life or death reason, "sex pollen" where characters get drugged with something that's basically viagra lmao, etc). though it's dubious because of the technicality, usually the participating characters would be fully consenting under normal circumstances. it's basically just any gray area in consent and can cover a variety of things.

you might also hear this used along the tag "noncon" which stands for "non consensual" and is rape. at least one party in the relationship does not consent at all. even if they decided they enjoyed the act afterwards or anything of the sort, the act itself was still noncon.

i hope this helped! please feel free to offer an input or corrections. this acc is my first time interacting with any dark fan content, so i'm very new to this kind of stuff and community :)

i also found this post that is a lot longer and has more in depth examples if that would be helpful!! (please tell me if it's bad tumblr etiquette to link other people's posts or anything, this is my first time on this app):

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can yall leave me some dubcon asks.. i need some inspo n whatever !! I might not write a whole fic with it but i'll share my ideas and maybe a drabble or smth :) [please no noncon just dubcon]

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tonight was beautiful omfg.. queer snub and no drewniel crumbs really but look at this beautiful rosy cheeked cutiepie... in love ♡

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cw; dubcon joke

fratboy rafe era with the backwards hat... no i would not trust him with my drink. yes i would leave it with him unattended! i'd insist, even.

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squint and this is rafe

i'd love seeing him doing that trend where people would have their bfs rating dress to impress outfits 😭

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wearing rafes clothes & secret relationship ☆ imagine

you and rafe have been dating in secret. you'd love to tell people, but you're best friends with sarah and all the pogues. everyone hates him, which you understand, but they don't know the side of him that you do. he's opened up to you in ways neither of you could've imagined. you're the only person who truly knows him. still, you love stealing his clothes and wearing them anywhere you can. this is usually his sweatpants and hoodies that are basically enough to not get you caught, but you have quite a few of his shirts at home, too. it's the way you can be closest to him while keeping your secret.

sidenote: I tried to find pictures of more body types and skin tones but pinterest literally would not show me anything else no matter what I searched :/ so sorry

also sometimes I think about this scenario and how the pogues would react to finding out about the relationship and I get like genuinely stressed out as if this is a real situation 😭 thanks for reading the yapsesh

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introduction ☆

hi, i'm still very new to tumblr so i'm gonna do a little intro post !? you can call me azelf or whatever you want - i'm in my 20s and i am a gay trans guy lmao. i made this acc to share fics i write about rafe (i also have ao3) and also some imagines or character analyzation. i specifically will be posting dubcon stuff, and i will try to make some of my content content gender neutral and have neutral physical traits. feel free to send me any asks with your own headcanons you might want me to elaborate on or share my ideas with, etc etc. i can't promise i'll make an entire fic out of it or anything but i'll give you somethin' :) i also would love to be oomfs & love reading comments and stuff so please never hold back. [this blog is 18+ only!]

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hey, sweetie pie!!! wanna be moots?? i NEED drew starkey mutuals 😭😭😭😭😭

YES :)!! omg my first oomf