rafesgiirl

[rafesgiirl]

"I'll drown him in the stingray tank," he adds, quieter this time. "Make it look like an accident."

hot as fuck

Rafe watches your face instead of the water, not saying anything else when you finally reach into the water with both hands, glowing in the blue light. He just leans his elbows on the edge beside you, chin propped in his palm, and watches you like you're the exhibit.

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"I'm a stingray whisperer now," he declares all smugly, stealing a kiss from you as his prize.

killed me

this was so beautiful omg

AQUARIUM | RAFE CAMERON

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cw: fluff, suggestive and sexual connotations, established relationship, flirting

synopsis: taking your bf to the aquarium for this week's date

"I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with some fish," Rafe huffs, walking hand in hand with you up to the front desk to pay for tickets. "You can watch 'em on the National Geographic for free."

Rafe always walks a little slower when you're holding hands like this, swinging your hand a little too just because he knows it makes you giggle. His thumb keeps sliding over the back of your hand absentmindedly. You look up at him through long lashes, raising a brow. "You promised me, Rafey," You remind, amused at his scrunched nose. "This week was my pick. Golf and dinner was starting to get old, you know."

He scoffs, pretending to be offended, and nudges your hip with his just enough for you to stumble. He tightens his grip on your hand so you don't fall. 

"I thought you'd take me to watch a movie or something, you lil' nerd." He gestures towards the pretty shark made of glass that's behind the counter. "Not on a field trip." 

You pinch his cheek and huff at how grumpy he’s being, and he bites your finger in retaliation. "Rafe!" You cry out, glaring at the little mark. "You bit me, you animal,"

He laughs and messes with your hair. "Yeah, cause you touched my flawless face with your grubby little hands." But he's already reaching for your hand again, long fingers curling around yours like it's his by default. His palm is warm and a little rough.

He tugs out his wallet from his back pocket before you can chew him out for calling you grubby, and he pays for two tickets, the most expensive ones that allow you to feed the rays, pet the sharks, all that extra stuff you'd never splurge on for yourself. His card is already out, black and shiny, like always. "Gotta give my girl the full experience, he grins, taking your tickets and shoving them in his pocket.

After walking through the gate and taking one look at the first exhibit, a school of fish swimming around a pretty coral reef, he's already pretending to drag his feet to piss you off, knowing damn well you can't drag along a two hundred pound man. You shoot him a look, and he just smirks, pleased with himself. He loves getting a rise out of you.

 "You're so mean," You frown at him, shoving at his chest. "I should've brought someone who actually likes sea creatures."

Rafe stops walking immediately, and you almost bump into him from the sudden halt, but he drags you even closer, not letting go of your hand. His chin is tilted down to look at you like you’ve just said something insane.

"Try it," he says, voice low. "Bring some other guy to your little nerd date. I dare you."

Your eyes widen, cheeks warm instantly. You weren’t expecting him to take the bait, much less lean in the way he is now, mouth brushing the shell of your ear when he talks. You feel it more than you hear it.

"I'll drown him in the stingray tank," he adds, quieter this time. "Make it look like an accident."

"You're deranged." You huff at him, scowling when he grabs onto your hips from behind and rests against you, laying his chin on your head while you watch the fish.

You're trying really hard not to smile, standing in his arms with your head against his thick bicep, but with the weight of his chin on your head and the way he's got one arm wrapped around your neck and the other around your waist, you can't help but feel comforted. He's warm and smells so good, and you feel him breathing against your back, slow and steady like he's not in any rush to move.

For a second, it's actually nice. The tank glows soft blue in front of you, fish darting through the coral. The room is quiet, a peaceful hum. And Rafe, despite all the whining, just melts into you, his lips brushing your temple like he forgot he's supposed to be mocking the fish.

"You know..." he breaks the silence. "You'd look so sexy in one of the little tour guide uniforms." he mumbles in your ear, and you roll your eyes at how he ruined the moment because all he can think about is fucking you. "Get you in one of those khaki shorts a size too small so it really clings to your ass... and-"

"Rafe," you groan, pulling away from him and smacking his arm. "You ruin everything." He laughs loudly not even trying to hide how pleased with himself he is as you stomp off toward the stingray exhibit, muttering about how you should've come alone.

"Wait!" He calls after you, laughing at you. His longer strides shorten the distance between you guys quickly. "You didn't even let me finish! I was gonna say I'd volunteer to be your intern and we'd have fun in the break room!"

"You're so gross!" you throw over your shoulder, and he dodges a family with a stroller to run up beside you, pretending not to care that he’s still snickering behind you.

Rafe comes up to your side, bumping his shoulder gently into yours." C'mon. Let me redeem myself."

You keep your arms crossed. "You were being sweet for two seconds, and then you had to be a horny pervert."

"Well sorry that you turn me on, baby."

You shake your head, biting your cheek to keep from smiling, and stare hard at the stingrays. One glides up to the edge of the pool and flaps its fins a little, like it’s waving hello. You visibly soften, letting out a tiny gasp.

Rafe watches your face instead of the water, not saying anything else when you finally reach into the water with both hands, glowing in the blue light. He just leans his elbows on the edge beside you, chin propped in his palm, and watches you like you're the exhibit.

You reach back to poke his tummy just to piss him off, but he just grins, nosing at your hair now. "Tell me what it’s called again," he says suddenly. "The pancake."

"It’s called a cownose ray, babe. It's gentle."

He laughs and shakes his head, more focused on sniffing your hair than learning anything about sea creatures. "Gentle and ugly." He snickers, cracking himself up.

You groan at his idiocy, spinning back to face him just to see him grinning at you and nuzzling your cheek. "I already know everything I need to know."

You scoff, knowing you could prove him wrong in seconds. "Oh yeah? What's a group of jellyfish called, then?"

He squints at you, then at the tank, thinking hard before his eyes light up like he came up with the answer. "A gang, duh."

You actually snort, biting your lip to hold back laughter. "It's a smack of jellyfish."

"But they're not smacking anything!" he argues instantly. "I like mine better."

He moves closer, crowding into your space. Your fingers trail through the water again, chasing after the gliding ray with a dreamy look in your eye that Rafe is basically smitten with.

He doesn't even bother pretending to care about the stingrays. He's too busy staring at your soft expression. The light of the tank flickers against your skin, coating you in a shimmery glow, and Rafe is just gone. You're still trying to get the cownose ray to come closer when he starts trailing lazy kisses up your jawline. "I came here to learn something," you say insistently. His kisses are distracting you.

"Learn how wet things get when you touch 'em?" he offers, clearly trying to ruin every moment you try to have. You gasp and elbow him so hard in the ribs that he actually coughs, laughing through the pain like he's proud of himself.

You scoff at him and go back to watching the water. The moment your fingers glide back into the tank, the stingrays come swarming like you're magnetic. One bumps into your hand like it wants attention. Another flaps right up to the surface, letting you run your fingers along its soft back.

Rafe huffs and looks over your shoulder.  "Why are they all coming to you?" he mutters, brows furrowed.

You glance over your shoulder and look smug. "Because I'm gentle. And sweet." You wiggle your fingers and the ray you were petting comes back for more. "They can tell I'm friendly," you say, voice soft like you're trying not to scare them off. "Animals are smart."

Rafe doesn't answer right away. He's just watching, eyes flitting between the stingrays and the way your face lights up every time one of them moves. His gaze is kind of stuck on you now, his mouth slightly parted, one hand reaching out like he might touch the water too but thinking better of it. "You look like a Disney princess," he says under his breath, sounding almost annoyed about it. "This some kinda magic trick?"

You giggle and glance back at him, smiling at his pink cheeks. "Jealous they like me more than you?"

He doesn't answer. Just stares, long and hard, then lifts one hand like he's going to try. His fingers hover above the water slowly. "They'll let you," you promise. "Just move slow. Be nice."

Rafe rolls his eyes. "I am nice, princess."

"You're kinda mean."

"Lies."

You smile, pleased, and scoot over a little to give him room. "Come on. Try it. They don't bite."

He finally dips his fingers in, bracing himself like the water's going to rise up and fight him. One of the rays floats nearby but ignores him completely. Another swerves toward your side again, flapping excitedly. Rafe watches it trail past his hand without even a nudge. "Wow," he mutters. "They really do hate me."

"They love me though," you brag, petting another as it bumps into your palm. "They know I'm their friend."

"They know you're a weirdo who coos at them like they're babies" he says, but it's fond. You hear it. His voice has gone soft again. He looks at your lips intently. You look up and catch him mid stare, head tilted, mouth tugging up at the corners. You shift over just enough that your knee brushes his thigh, and point toward one of the stingrays lingering near the edge. "That one," you whisper. "Try with him. He's curious."

Rafe scoffs under his breath, trying to mask the way he's actually invested now, even as he glares suspiciously at the water. He tries to reach out again, and the ray drifts closer, gliding by his hand slowly and gently.

Rafe's whole body jolts like he wasn't expecting contact, and he stares down at the soft creature. 

"There you go, Rafey." you huff, trying not to laugh. "You did it."

He doesn't respond at first, just blinks down at the water like he can't believe he passed whatever test the creatures were giving. Then he looks at you with his eyes wide and his mouth tugged into a smirk that's entirely too pleased. "You saw that, right?"

"I was here," you laugh, bumping your shoulder into his. "You've been chosen."

"I'm a stingray whisperer now," he declares all smugly, stealing a kiss from you as his prize. He pecks your lips, relishing in that little smacking noise as he runs his tongue over your sweet lip gloss. Rafe hums against your lips, the sound low and content, thumb brushing on your cheeks again all soft and slow before you pull away, giving him one more peck. "PDA much?" You chastise.

The next room is darker, chilly with massive glowing tanks. The shark exhibits curves along a wide tunnel, glass stretching overhead so the water surrounds you from above. It's beautiful.

His hand tightens around yours as his gaze lifts, drawn up. One of the bigger sharks, long and grayish blue, swims overhead right as you enter, and Rafe freezes beside you, eyes sparkling. He lets out a low whistle. "Okay… okay, that's kinda sick."

You turn your head and smile up at him because you knew this would be his favorite part. "Told you." Rafe doesn't answer. He's too busy watching the tank now, eyes wide and bright in the low light, mouth parted just a little. One of the sharks curves sharply and darts away through a cloud of fish, and he steps closer to the glass.

His face looks different here as it's lit blue and dreamy. His tiny freckles are glowing faintly under the tank light, and his lashes skim his brow bone when he tilts his head to follow the movement. You blink, caught off guard by how pretty he is when he's distracted, and so subtly, you lift your phone and snap a quick picture.

Rafe hears the click and immediately whips around. "Did you just take a picture of me?"

You grin, backing up a step. "Yeah. You looked cute."

His brows pinch like he's gonna argue, but then you flip the phone around and show him.

His face in the picture is soft and boyish. He's smiling a little, all awe-struck and caught up, not even aware of the camera. His eyes are glittering from the light off the glass, and his cheeks are flushed, and he looks so sweet that you could eat him up. 

Rafe stares at it for a beat, expression unreadable. "…Delete it."

You gasp, snatching the phone back before he can grab it. "No! It's so precious!"

He follows you. "Delete it or I'm throwing you into the jellyfish tank."

You squeal and dodge, laughing as you spin away, clutching the phone to your chest. "You're just mad I caught you being soft."

"I wasn't soft, I was admiring a predator," he snaps, chasing you around a tank pillar. "Sharks are apex, baby. I was in my element." He catches you around the waist, hands warm and a little greedy, pulling you in. Your laughter gets cut off when he dips his head and kisses you again suddenly like he forgot what he was doing and couldn't help himself. "mmh, rafe..." you moan against his mouth, lacing your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply

He groans softly when you melt into him, big hands spread wide at your lower back. His fingers keep brushing over the hem of your shirt like he's tempted to sneak underneath and feel your creamy skin and soft curves. He pulls you closer until there's not even an inch between you, kissing you like he forgot you were still in public.

Rafe backs you up against the glass, one hand still tight around your waist, the other shamelessly grabbing a handful of your ass like he owns it. He groans into your mouth when you kiss him back the same way, fingers curling in the back of his shirt.

"God, baby," he breathes against your lips, barely pulling back, still chasing your mouth like he’s starved. "You taste so fuckin' sweet... why do you always taste so good, huh?"

You're both breathless from all the kissing, cheeks warm and lips a little swollen, still tangled up in each other against the tank wall. He nuzzles at you, grinning smugly as he starts to nip at your neck, before trailing kisses back up to your mouth and placing one final sloppy kiss on your mouth, then another, and another, until they're quick little pecks that he knows make you giggle and squirm.

"Excuse me, clingy, we're in public," you murmur, trying to scold him even though you're clearly enjoying his little annoying smooches.

"So?" he says smugly, arms still wrapped around you. "You love it."

You laugh and poke his dimples. "Tolerate is the right word."

He gasps like you wounded him. "That's mean. Say you're sorry." He frowns at you playfully, tipping his forehead against yours. "Such a little brat."

You pout at him, but you're still tucked up close against his chest, his arms caging you in like he doesn't ever want to let you go. He leans down again. "Look who's being distracting now. Lemme go look at my sharks." You laugh and shove him. "You're the one who can't keep your hands off."

By the time you make it to the gift shop, your legs are a little tired and your cheeks hurt from how much you've been smiling with all the fun you’ve been having, but you don't care. You're practically skipping, still warm from the fun date you had, and he's walking just beside you, his arm slung lazily over your shoulder.

The gift shop is so cute. There's music from The Little Mermaid soundtrack playing and shelves of plush toys and racks of glow-in-the-dark hoodies, and you’re obsessed. You pick up a bright blue squid hat with little dangling tentacles and two big cartoon eyes on top, and Rafe puts it on your head, shoving it too low so that it covers your eyes just to mess with you. "Perfect," he says smugly, adjusting it crooked just to piss you off. "You look like a weird mascot, baby."

You lift the squid hat back up and pray he didn’t smudge your mascara. You'd punch him if he did. Then, you reach for a pair of giant shark goggles with LED lights in the eyes and sharp fake teeth under the frames. "You have to wear these to match, Rafe! Look how cute!"

He snorts. "No way." You raise your brows, taking a step toward the cashier. "Fine. Then I'm buying them anyway, and you're wearing them in our souvenir photo."

"Baby, no." he groans, but by then you're already marching to the cashier with the squid hat, the shark goggles, a plush jellyfish, and the keychain photo package, staring up at him with doe eyes and waiting for him to pay. He groans, getting out his card again as you beam and leave a kiss on his shoulder as a thank you while he mutters, "Better be getting some good head tonight."

Rafe lets you drag him over to the little picture booth, smiling in each one and copying whatever pose you wanna do. In the final photo, you're on his lap in your squid hat, cheeks warm from laughter, and Rafe's got the goggles on, kissing you for the photo.

You get the picture printed on one of those little plastic keychains with glitter floating inside, and you marvel at it, tipping it up and down so the water and glitter move around. Rafe just shakes his head and walks with you out to the parking lot as the sky darkens, still wearing the goggles and smiling at the way he's made you so happy today.

You get to his car and slide into the passenger seat like you always do, hugging the pufferfish to your chest. "You're gonna put that on your keys," Rafe says, teasingly, reaching to hold your thigh while he drives.

You nod and play with his fingers. "I am! You look so adorable, Ray. Everyone should see. Especially all your kook friends who think you're so tough and cool."

He huffs out a laugh, fingers curling around the steering wheel, and glances sideways at you. "You're lucky you're cute, baby. Otherwise I'd make you walk home in the dorky squid hat."

[rafesgiirl]

bring me a man like this

flower for your thoughts?

rafe x florist!reader

Rafe didn’t know what possessed him to walk into the flower shop.

Maybe it was the ridiculous heat. Maybe it was the sign outside that said “Today’s Special: Sunflowers and Serotonin!” Or maybe it was you, standing behind the counter, tucking a daisy behind your ear like it belonged there in your pretty hair.

He stopped in the doorway and promptly forgot how to breathe.

You looked up with that soft, welcoming smile. “Hi there! Looking for something special?”

Rafe blinked. Then blinked again. “Uh…”

You tilted your head, waiting patiently.

“…Yeah,” he finally said, eyes darting wildly around the store. “I need… flowers.”

Your smile grew. “Well, you’re in luck. That is what we sell here.”

Rafe cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. Obviously.”

You gently walked over, wiping your hands on your apron, completely unaware of the war Rafe was having internally over how pretty you looked surrounded by petals and sunlight. “Do you have someone in mind? A girlfriend? Anniversary? Apology bouquet?”

“No! I mean—no, not… no girlfriend.” He paused. “I mean, not yet.” He immediately wanted to slam his head into a vase.

You laughed, the kind of laugh that sounded like the beginning of spring. “Alright then, mystery bouquet it is.”

Rafe nodded, gripping the edge of the counter like it was keeping him upright. “Cool. Cool, yeah. Just, uh… make it something that says ‘I like flowers, but also I’m, like, masculine?’”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease him. “I think I’ve got just the thing.”

Ten minutes later, he left with a wildly chaotic bouquet of wildflowers and eucalyptus, cheeks slightly pink, and your business card tucked in the pocket of his hoodie.

He swore he didn’t even like flowers. But now? Now he needed a reason to come back tomorrow.

Maybe he’d say his “non-girlfriend” really liked the bouquet.

Even if he never gave it to anyone but himself.

...

By the third week in a row, you’d stopped asking why Rafe was back.

But he still offered an excuse. Every time.

“These?” he said, glancing at the pastel bouquet you’d just wrapped for him, the one he picked out himself with surprising focus. “Uh… they’re for my aunt.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You said last week’s were for your aunt.”

“Right. Yeah. Different aunt. On the other side. Of… the country.”

You tried not to smile. “Must be a lot of birthdays in your family.”

Rafe nodded solemnly, like he was grieving the sheer number of imaginary relatives he had to account for. “Yeah. Big flower crowd. We’re, uh, really emotional people.”

The bell above the door chimed as he left, muttering something about 'floral therapy.'

You watched him go, messy hair, sweatshirt sleeves half-pushed up, carrying a bouquet like it was a precious artifact, and shook your head, heart a little warm.

You had no idea where the flowers were actually going. But you had a strong suspicion they were sitting on his kitchen table. Next to last week’s. And the week before that.

...

It started as a casual thing, just a silly game you played when business was slow and Rafe dropped by, pretending to browse.

You’d hold up a bloom and quiz him.

“Okay, what’s this one mean?”

He squinted at the delicate purple petals. “Uh… it’s giving... mild anxiety?”

You laughed. “Lavender. It means serenity.”

He rolled his eyes. “Same thing.”

The next time, you handed him a daffodil. “This one?”

“Sunshine? Or, like, happy?”

“Rebirth,” you grinned, “but I like your answer too.”

Over the weeks, he got better. Remembered a few. Asked questions. You didn’t think he was taking it seriously, until one rainy morning when you arrived to unlock the shop and nearly tripped over something on the front step.

A bouquet.

Messy, imperfect, and so very Rafe.

Red tulips. Honeysuckle. White lilac. A sprig of camellia.

Declarations of love. Bonds that can’t be broken. Youthful longing. Admiration.

Tied together with something makeshift: a gray hoodie drawstring knotted around the stems, fraying a little at the ends.

No card.

But you didn’t need one. Because when you looked up, Rafe was across the street, umbrella in hand, pretending to check his phone, failing to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

You ducked your head, cheeks warm, heart thudding.

You’d teach him the meaning of every flower in the world. But he just taught you what it meant to be seen.

[rafesgiirl]

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Hi my love, could you do a gynecologist!rafe but with sex toys??

warnings: pt.2, age gap, medical kink, doctor/patient power dynamic, vibrator use, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, orgasm control, creampie, praise + degradation, explicit language, breeding talk, not proofread!

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

you don’t even ask why the room looks different today.

there’s no paper sheet this time, no stirrups either. just a soft leather bench—low, cushioned—and a warm towel already laid out for you to sit on.

rafe closes the door gently behind you, locks it, then turns.

“i’m trying a new setup,” he says casually, like it’s nothing. “just you and me. and a few pieces of equipment.”

you blink at the black cloth he’s unfolding. laid out inside: a sleek silver bullet vibrator, a thicker pink wand, a long toy that curves upward, and… a pair of wireless earbuds?

your mouth opens. “what’s that for?”

he smiles, calm and professional. “this is a focused stimulation protocol. we’ll be testing internal and external response patterns. i’ll be tracking your body’s reactions—tightness, temperature, muscle tension, vocalization. if you follow direction, we’ll finish with penetration.”

you swallow hard. “oh—okay.."

he helps you out of your clothes slowly. he deliberately folds them, setting them aside.

he has you lie back, legs open, hands relaxed at your sides.

“deep breath for me,” he says, voice low as he clicks the wand on. “and keep your eyes on me.”

the wand touches your clit and your hips jerk. it’s too much—you’re already sensitive from just being there, bare and watched under his gaze.

he hums in approval.

“good. you're very responsive. now don’t move.”

he keeps it there. doesn’t push, doesn’t thrust, just holds it steady while his other hand gently strokes your inner thigh. you’re panting, thighs already shaking. when you moan, he shushes you softly.

“quiet. you’ll distract the data.”

your orgasm hits like a wave—slow, rolling, overwhelming. you cry out without meaning to, clutching at the edge of the bench.

“mhm,” he says, making a little note in the tablet beside him. “that’s one.”

you barely recover before he’s sliding the curved toy inside you—warm, lube-slicked, angled perfectly—and turning that on too.

you feel it immediately, deep pressure that makes your toes curl.

rafe watches your face closely. “g-spot stimulation,” he murmurs. “let’s see if it triggers another release.”

you whimper, eyes glassy. “dr. cameron—feels so full—”

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs, pressing the wand back to your clit at the same time. “just one more.”

you scream into your arm as you come again, harder this time.

wetter.

you don’t even realize you’re crying until his thumb wipes your cheek.

“beautiful baby. perfect reactions.” his voice is quieter now. “you’re ready.”

he sets the toys aside, wipes you down with something warm and gentle. then unbuckles his belt.

his cock is thick, flushed, leaking at the tip as he strokes it once.

“last part of the exam,” he says, voice rough.

“i need to feel you around me. just to confirm everything’s working the way it should.”

you nod, dazed. “yes… please. i want it.”

he sinks into you slow—slow enough to feel every inch.

you moan, eyes rolling back.

“fuck,” he groans. “tightest little cunt i’ve ever felt. all that prep and you’re still squeezing me."

you are, though. you’re so ready it hurts.

he moves with purpose. slow and deep, hitting the same spot the toy had touched. your whole body is electric—every nerve edge-sharp.

“you gonna come on my cock now?” he pants.

“gonna let me fuck another one out of you?”

you nod desperately, nails digging into the bench. “yes—yes, i’m coming—!”

he doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, keeps going until your moans fall apart and your thighs shake uncontrollably.

“gonna fill this little pussy up,” he grits, breath stuttering. “need to see how your body reacts to cum. medical necessity, baby.”

you cry out as he finishes inside you, hips pressed deep, holding you full.

he stays there for a long moment. breathing with you. keeping you close.

“we’ll run a follow-up in seventy-two hours. i’ll want another sample then.”

[rafesgiirl]

I have so many things to say but I don't think any of my thoughts are legal 🥵🥵🥵

Hiii!! Can I request gynecologist rafe x fem reader that can’t orgasm and he helps her (some smut)

Tysm, love your stories!! <3

warnings: smut, taboo, age gap (19/29), medical kink, orgasm therapy, fingering, dirty talk, dominant!rafe, nervous!reader, lowercase

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x fem!reader

you’re not sure what’s worse—the paper gown, the stirrups, or the fact that the man standing between your knees is painfully attractive.

dr. rafe cameron.

“first time?”

he asks, voice low and smooth. he doesn’t look like any doctor you’ve ever seen. slicked-back hair, perfect teeth, sleeves rolled up to show strong, veiny forearms. his gold watch catches the light.

you nod. “yeah.”

his eyes flick down to your trembling knees. “nervous?”

“a little,” you whisper, even though your heart’s beating so hard it’s making your chest ache.

he hums, scribbling something on the clipboard.

“you’re nineteen. no birth control. no active partners. but you made this appointment yourself. so what’s goin’ on, baby?”

your cheeks burn.

god.

this is so embarrassing.

you look down at your hands, fingers fidgeting in your lap.

“i… i can’t finish.”

his brow lifts. “what do you mean?”

you hesitate. then, in a small voice, “i’ve never had an orgasm. not with someone. not by myself.”

he doesn’t laugh. doesn’t make a face. he just stares at you for a second like he’s reading you.

“how long you been tryin’?”

you shrug. “a couple of years.. i thought something was wrong with me.”

he steps closer. “nothing’s wrong with you.” a pause. “some girls just need a little help.”

your breath catches. “you mean…?”

his voice drops. “i mean, if you’re open to it, i can do an internal evaluation. a hands-on assessment. we’ll go slow. see if we can figure out what’s keepin’ you from letting go.”

you blink up at him, wide-eyed. “that’s… allowed?”

he smiles. “with your consent? yeah, baby. i’m licensed to make you feel good.”

you shiver.

he helps you lie back on the table, spreading your legs gently into the stirrups. the gown falls open. you’re bare under it. skin prickles as the cool air hits your center.

his eyes drag down your body, hungry. “pretty little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. then louder, “i’ll start with just one finger.”

you nod, breath shaky.

he gloves up, squirts a little lube onto his fingers, and presses one thick finger inside you. slow. smooth. your body clenches around the intrusion, and he pauses.

“tight,” he murmurs. “you ever use toys?”

you shake your head. “just fingers.”

“makes sense.” he pushes deeper, his other hand resting on your thigh to keep you still. “gonna feel around a little. let me know if anything feels good.”

you can’t speak—you’re already panting. he curls his finger upward, and your hips jolt.

he smirks. “there she is.”

he presses again. and again. and each time your back arches a little more. you’re gasping now, whimpering when he adds a second finger, stretching you wider.

his thumb brushes your clit, slow and steady. “you’ve been waitin’ for this, huh?”

“y-yeah,” you breathe.

“just needed someone to show you how your body works. someone who knows how to make you cum.”

his fingers speed up, thumb rubbing harder. your thighs shake, breath ragged.

“rafe—i—”

he mumbles low. “that’s dr. cameron to you, baby. say it.”

“dr. cameron,” you whine.

“that’s right. say it again when you come.”

your whole body is burning. your hands clutch the paper beneath you, hips grinding into his palm. it builds so fast you almost don’t believe it—your first real orgasm crashing through you like lightning, loud and hot and blinding.

you moan his name as you fall apart, legs trembling. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering, too sensitive to take it.

he finally pulls out, fingers glistening. he watches the way your pussy flutters, still clenching around nothing.

“fuck,” he mutters. “we’re definitely gonna need a follow-up appointment.”

[rafesgiirl]

ugh this bitch made me smile fucking rafe man

the fireworks are through, here we are, me and you - r.c

pairing: rafe x bartender!pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

decided to get back into writing with something smaller and just in time for the NYE! i'm a bit late (obviously) but wanted to write a little piece for my first universe, since it's so dear to my heart! hope all of you add a good, fresh, amazing start to 2025 and if you didn't, it will get better 💘

Rafe Cameron had never cared about New Year’s Eve—never cared about anything that came with it, really.

No resolutions, no countdowns, no stupid superstitions. For years, the only thing NYE had ever been to him was an excuse to get high, shit-faced, or both. Another party, another distraction, another night to drown out the noise in his head. 

This year was different, he had you.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

“Baby, I’m fine,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his chest to calm him down.

Rafe nodded, but you could see the gears turning in his head. He was watching you out of the corner of his eye every second, quietly assessing if you were comfortable, if you were happy.

You leaned against the marble kitchen island, sipping something fizzy from a crystal flute, half-listening as he introduced you to another one of his college buddies. He had his arm slung low around you, the tips of his fingers brushing the hem of your dress like he couldn’t help himself.

“You still good?” he murmured, leaning close so that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. 

You tilted your head to look at him, catching that pretty face that never failed to make your knees weak. 

“Yeah,” you confirmed, though the truth was you felt a little out of place. You still weren’t used to this crowd, their polished laughs and overpriced cologne. Maybe you’d never be.

But Rafe made it bearable, he always did.

His eyes traced the curve of your cheek, the way the fairy lights strung across the patio reflected in your eyes. You didn’t notice, busy scanning the room, but to him, you were the only thing worth looking at.

“You’re lying."

Your brow furrowed as you looked back at him.

“What?”

“You’re not fine.” He moved impossibly closer, his free hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, “You always do that little thing with your mouth when you’re uncomfortable.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched. “I’m fine, really. It’s just...not my scene.”

His hand dropped from your face to your hip again, pulling you a fraction closer, like he needed to feel you against him to believe you were really there. 

“Okay, let’s eave,” he said, his tone so earnest it made your chest ache.

“Baby,” you sighed, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from spiraling into full protective mode. “You’ve been looking forward to this. I’ll survive a few hours of rich-kid bullshit. Promise.”

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Don’t care about the stupid party,” he murmured against your skin. “Just wanted to spend the night with you.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time it was more for show.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you.” The words slipped out so easily, like they’d been sitting on the tip of his tongue all night. He meant every damn syllable.

The night wore on and he stuck to your side like glue. It was endearing, in a way, as he introduced you to his university friends, always with some kind of proud little flourish—like saying your name was his favorite thing to do. 

“This is her,” he’d said more than once, his chest puffed up slightly, like just having you on his arm made him the luckiest guy in the room.

The way he looked at you made it hard to stay annoyed. Everyone was polite enough, but Rafe didn’t let any awkwardness linger, always guiding the conversation, nudging you in with a soft “Tell them about that time…” or offering a quick compliment like, “She’s way better at that than I ever was.”

And when one of his friends said something vaguely pretentious, you felt his hand tighten ever so slightly on your waist before he cut in with a sharp, “Yeah, okay, Benji, but tell them about the time you puked on your mom’s Birkin.” His grin was all teeth, but his tone was light—he was still playing nice, but only because of you.

By the time the countdown was close, the party had spilled outside.

The chilly night air nipped at your skin, but you didn’t mind—especially when Rafe shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders without a word.

“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling it tighter around you. It smelled like him—clean, with just a hint of that cologne you loved.

He didn’t respond, just tugged you closer, his hands settling on your hips as he leaned down to look at you. “What are you gonna wish for?”

“What?” you asked, caught off guard by the question.

“At midnight. What are you gonna wish for?” His blue eyes so intense they made your stomach scream.

You laughed, trying to brush off the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Don’t know. A winning lottery ticket, maybe? Health?”

But he didn’t laugh, just kept looking at you like you were the answer to every question he’d ever had.

“What about you? Do you know what you’re gonna wish for?”

His lips twitched into the faintest smile, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Already got everything I need.”

“Be serious."

He shrugged, the gesture almost sheepish, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on your heart.

“I, uh...might’ve wished for you last year,” he admitted, “Didn’t know it was you at the time, but...yeah. Turns out the universe actually listens sometimes.”

You stared at him, completely floored.

“You’re such a fuckin' dork.” You shook your head, trying to tamp down the stupid grin spreading across your face. “You really did the whole thing last year?”

“The whole thing,” he nodded, completely unashamed. “The grapes, the red underwear, the running around the block with a suitcase—”

“No,” you said, giggling now. “You did not.”

“Swear to God,” he shook his head. “Felt so fucking stupid at the time, but...worked, didn’t it?”

You arched a brow, fighting back a chucke. “It didn’t work. It’s all just superstitious bullshit.”

He shrugged, pulling you even closer. “You’re here in my arms, I’m pretty sure it did.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, the countdown began. 

Ten seconds, then nine, then eight…By the time it hit one, his lips were on yours, the sound of fireworks and cheers fading into the background. All you could feel was him—his hands on you, his breath mingling with yours, the quiet hum of contentment settling in your chest.

Maybe he was right. Maybe the universe had been listening.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hardly audible over the cheers and music around you. His forehead rested lightly against yours, his eyes still closed, he couldn’t pull away just yet.

“Happy New Year,” you echoed, your voice teasing. “Though I guess you’re feeling pretty smug right now, huh? Thinking you manifested all this.”

He hummed, his hands trailing up your sides. “Damn right I am. How else do you explain it?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, “Maybe it’s just dumb luck. Or—crazy idea—you charmed me all on your own.”

“Nah,” he said, beaming now. “Luck’s never been my thing. But you? You’re somethin’ else, baby. Don’t think I stood a chance once you walked into my life. If this is what I get every year, I’ll eat a whole fuckin’ vineyard’s worth of grapes next time.”

You snorted, “Don’t push your luck, Cameron. The universe might get tired of your whining.”

“Not whining,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “Just thinkin’ about how lucky I got. Don’t know what I did to deserve this, but...shit, I’m glad I did it.”

“You’re just lucky no one got that on video. Kook Prince Cameron running around like a maniac? The scandal.”

“Don’t care,” he said simply, his tone so sure it made you pause. “Would’ve done it ten times over if it meant finding you.”

He didn’t how someone could be so completely themselves and still feel like his, you were made just for him.

“Rafe…”

“I mean it. You’re everything I ever wanted, baby. I didn’t even know it until you came along. Can’t imagine my life without you.”

Your breath hitched, the vulnerability in his voice wrapping around your heart and squeezing. When he kissed you again, the fireworks in the sky had nothing on the ones between you.

For once, he didn’t need the haze of a party or the numbness of a bottle to feel like he belonged, with you, he already did.

“You’re such a fucking romantic,” you whispered against his lips, your tone soft enough to take the edge off the words.

His cheshire grin returned.

“Guess you bring it out of me.”

You weren’t just someone he loved—you were it for him. His north star, the one thing that made the chaos in his head quiet. When he pulled back from another kiss, his eyes searched yours, a flicker of insecurity showing up.

“Was it dumb?” he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant.

You blinked, still dazed from the kiss. “What?”

“All that shit I said. The universe, the grapes…all of it. Was it too much?” He tried to laugh it off.

You shook your head, smiling in that way that always knocked the wind out of him. 

“Not dumb. Kind of crazy, maybe, but sweet. Really sweet.”

His lips turned into a lopsided grin, relief flooding his features. 

“Good,” he said, his voice firmer now. “’Cause I meant every word. Don’t tell anyone, though. Gotta keep up my rep.”

You laughed, and the sound was like a balm to his soul. He’d fight the whole fucking world to keep that laugh in his life. Your hands slid up to rest on his chest, your touch soft, familiar.

Safe.

“Tell me about this rep of yours.”

Rafe smiled to ear to ear, the devilish glow in his eye making your heart race.

“Y’know, bad boy, troublemaker, heartbreaker…” He trailed off, his smirk turning cocky. “And, uh, not to brag, but pretty great in bed.”

You froze for half a beat, pushing at his chest.

“Oh my God. Why would you even—ugh, you’re impossible.”

“What?” he asked innocently, though his expression betrayed him. “Just stating facts, baby.” 

The teasing in his tone enough to make you groan.

“You’re disgusting,” you shot back, biting your lip to keep from squealing like an love sick fool.

“Disgustingly good-looking,” he corrected, leaning closer. “And disgustingly in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.

“Nope. I take it back. I take all my kisses back.”

“You can’t do that!” He straightened, looking mock-offended.

“I can, and I just did.” You crossed your arms, stepping back just far enough to make him frown.

He followed instantly, tugging you back by the waist. “That’s not how it works, baby,” he said, dipping his head so his lips hovered just above yours. “You give ‘em to me, they’re mine. No refunds.”

You tried to glare, but the way his voice dipped on the last two words made your entire body shudder.

“See,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another. And another. He trailed them down to your jaw, his grin widening with each one, “All mine.”

You raised a brow, trying to act unimpressed even as his voice sent shivers down your spine. “If this is your way of trying to get laid, it’s pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” he repeated, mock horror lighting up his features. “Baby, you were literally begging for it last night—”

Your jaw dropped, your cheeks flaming. “Rafe!” you hissed, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“What?” he said, all fake innocence, even as his face turned downright wolfish. “’m just being honest. You said you liked it when I—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you warned, but he could hear the laugh bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours as his lips finally, finally captured yours. 

The kiss started slow, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you gave in, parting them for him.

The second you did, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a possessiveness that made your toes curl. He tasted like whiskey and mint, your favorites. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just right as he claimed your mouth like it was his job.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your fingers curling into the lapels of his shirt to keep yourself standing. He took that as encouragement, biting down gently on your bottom lip before soothing the sting with a slow, wet drag of his tongue.

“Thought you were taking all your kisses back,” he muttered against your lips, his voice taunting as he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.

“Still considering it,” you panted, though the way you tugged him closer said otherwise.

His lips were on yours again, it made your head spin. His teeth grazed your lip again, and when you gasped, he licked into your mouth, groaning softly as he tasted you. When he pulled back just a smidge, a thin string of spit connected your mouths, and the sight of it made your cheeks burn all over again.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice husky as he used his thumb to wipe the corner of your swollen lips. “If you keep kissing me like that, we might have to skip the rest of this party.”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him, “You think I’m that easy to distract?”

“Don’t need to think,” he mused as his hands slid lower, resting on the curve of your ass. “Pretty sure I just proved it.”

You sighed, but it wasn’t with exasperation—it was amusement, adoration.

Your your fingers brushed the collar of his shirt as you traced his cheek, “Skipping the party, huh?” you murmured, your lips brushing against his just enough to drive him crazy. “What would we even do instead?”

His hold tightened on your skin, his voice dipping into a near growl as he answered, “Baby, I can think of a few things.”

The heat in his eyes made your cheeks flush, and this time around you didn’t attempt to hide the shit-eating smile taking over your face.

“You’re not even a little subtle, are you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he admitted, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours again.

Happy Fucking New Year to him.

[rafesgiirl]

oh man this chapter was so sad and it hurt me but it was so good

Girls On Film

pairing: pornstar!Rafe x pornstar!Reader

Summary: Running away from home to become a pornstar was never in your books. Having to move in with some asshole wan't in it either. Surely living in a house with someone you dislike can't be hard. It's just work, that's all it is. Right?

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (Just a slap), let me if I missed any

Wc:4.5K

Chapter 11: This is Home

series master list

Twelve

Twelve videos play in the back of your mind like an endless movie. After lunch with Liz you went back to the house and pulled out your computer. It took a while but you eventually found the videos buried under his page. She was good. You fell down the rabbit hole of looking her up and you now know everything. She’s gone through three different hair colors: brunette, blue, and blonde. There are a lot of videos on her page but only twelve have Rafe in it. 

What could have happened within twelve video’s to blow everything up?

Every time you see him all you can picture is the way he was with her. You don’t know why you keep torturing yourself with it but you do. It’s like the videos are taunting you just sitting there to make your day worse. It’s gotten to the point where Rafe knows something is up but has been waiting for you to say something first. Which is never going to happen.

“You’ve been quiet recently.” The two of you are lying in bed not wanting to get up. Last night you went out with Amelia and her girlfriend. It was late when you had gotten back so waking up early was hard. “You’ve been chatty recently.” Rafe smiles at your comeback, letting out a little chuckle. Scooting closer, he lays his arm over your waist. “Compensating the fact you’ve been radio silent.” 

“Liz and I ran into Beth at lunch last week.” His fingers rub up and down your spine. You watch his face not really seeing a change. “Is that a new worker or something?” It doesn’t seem like he’s hiding anything. You’ve seen him lie before and he’s not that great at it. “No, an old one.” It took a moment but it finally clicked.

“Fuck is she coming back?” His fingers stop moving causing your heart rate to pick up. “Do you want her to come back?” There’s silence as you wait for your answer. Rafe uses his pointer and thumb to move your chin so you are looking at him. “Star, are you jealous?” A small smirk plays on his face but it’s not his usual one. You scoff and go to brush his hand away but he won’t let you.

“No, I don’t want her to come back.” When you still don’t look at him he shuffles closer. “I was happy when she left. She was practically obsessed with me to the point I was ready to leave. She just beat me to it.” Your eyes flicker to him. “Really?” Being so close to each other, you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes.

“At first it was cool but then she wanted to continue outside of filming.” You take a deep breath knowing where this goes. “Slept with her like three times before realizing that was a mistake. I called it off and she kind of went crazy. Then a month or two later she was gone so never had to worry about it again.” The two of you sit there for what feels like forever just looking at each other.

Your chest feels like it’s being crushed with each breath. “That must’ve sucked.” You flip onto your back so you stare at that ceiling trying to figure out what to say. “That’ll never happen with us, you know.” The bed dips beside you as Rafe sits up, leaning a bit to be in your view. “Yeah because you aren’t a psycho like her. That’s why I like you and why things are different.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You get lost in the feeling, letting the words sink in. Was he trying to tell you something or are you ready too much into it? When he pulls away you try to chase his lips but he gets up. Come on, we told Wheezie we would go out today and it’s already ten o’clock. You squeal as he pulls your legs making you lay on the edge of the bed. He pulls you up so you’re sitting and he’s between your legs. “You know Wheezie and the girl down the street became friends.”

Rafe kisses the side of your mouth moving along until he reaches your jaw. “She asked if Wheeze wanted to have a slumber party tonight.” You giggle when he kisses underneath your jaw. “Yeah? A house all to ourselves doesn’t sound bad.” You moan as he sucks lightly on your neck. He hums before kissing the spot right below your ear. “Gotta lot planned for you so hurry up.”

He leaves you on the bed and heads over to the bathroom. SItting there for a moment you collect yourself. So what if he slept with Beth because he’s right. Things are different and nothings going to change that.

“I want to go see the bamboo sharks.” Wheeze is slightly ahead of the two of you. She maneuvers her way around the sea of people kind of disappearing from view. “Well that didn’t take long.” Rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you close into his side. “Didn’t take her as a shark girl.” A bunch of kids run past the two of you, one of them bumping into your leg.

“Sorry about that. They're just super excited.” A woman you assume is their mum yells as she runs past you to catch up to them. “Gosh I could never have that many kids. I would lose my mind.” You watch as the mom struggles to group the five kids. “You want kids?” He moves you in front of him when you get to the interactive exhibit. 

Wheezie is off to the side with her hand in the water touching the little sharks as they swim by. “Maybe someday. I’d like to have some in the future but who knows.” You shrug off the thought, not sure on how to feel. “What about you?” You look over your shoulder to see him looking at the display in front of the two of you.

“I don’t know. Never really saw myself having kids. Plus I’d probably be shit father just like mine.” He means it. There’s an edge to his voice telling you he believes those words. “Then why did Wheeze run to you when things got bad?” He shifts his gaze to you, shocked by the question. “What?”

“If you were really as bad as him, she wouldn’t have come to you. To me that shows you’d be a good dad. Also all parents have their faults, no one’s perfect.” Without thinking he just kisses you. More like making out with you for a second before remembering where he was. “Sorry.” He mumbles on your lips before pulling back. You clear your throat and smile at the older lady who is definitely side eyeing the two of you.

Rafe starts walking the two of you closer to where Wheezie is standing. A flash of Beth’s baby attacks your memories. The kid must be around four or five months old. If you do the math she would have still been working at the company. Which means she was still sleeping with Rafe. “What if you found out you had a secret baby out there. Would that change things?”

Your eyes bulge out after you finish speaking. Fuck you need to really think before talking. “Why are you pregnant?” Your head swivels to look at him. He’s watching you with a goofy grin trying not to laugh. Shoving him lightly you shift your gaze back to the miniature reef. “I guess it would be different.” His fingers graze the back of your neck. 

Using his grip he turns you around. “Just know if it's a boy, his name is Rafe jr.” He laughs at his own joke making it even more stupid. “Whatever like that would ever happen.” You push him off of you causing him to chase after you. He speed walks trying not to trample kids as you walk further away from him. 

“Oh come one. Junior would be cute and we can take him here.” When he reaches you, he picks you up, moving the two of you slightly away from everyone. “We can tell him how you surprised me right here.” He’s fighting back laughter with each word. “You’re so dumb just forget I said anything.” You giggle out as you roll your eyes. 

“Hey you were the one asking weird questions. You okay?” His left hand raises to your face. He cups your cheek letting his thumb stroke the skin. Maybe you’re over thinking everything. Yeah that’s exactly what you are doing. “I’m good. Just think junior really wants to see the jelly fish.” A grin spreads across his face and he shakes his head. “Look who’s the dumb one now.”

He brings you back over to where Wheezie is. “Come on, give the kids a chance.” The teenage girl huffs as she retracts her hands from the water. She wipes them off on her jeans before linking an arm through yours. “Fine but I think we should look at the seals.” She tries to drag you all there but Rafe redirects her to the tanks that have jellyfish. 

“Sorry kid, making a pitstop first.”

The three of you go around looking at all of the animals there. Wheezie throws out random facts and Rafe throws out some of his own. “Since when were you a marine biologist?” The tips of Rafe’s ears become red. He clears his throat and slows down his pace. Wheezie walks ahead of the two of you – giving you both privacy without realizing. 

“Uh, I liked the ocean when I was a kid. We had the marsh behind our house and I was always in it.” He places his hands in his pockets. In a way he looks like he’s trying to hide himself. “I used to read a lot of books about the ocean. Then whenever Wheeze or Sarah were upset I’d list off facts.” You smile at the mental image.

The picture of little Rafe comforting his younger sister with facts is sweet. “As Wheezie got older we bonded over it. Kinda our thing.” Who is this guy? You look over to Wheezie that's looking at the large wall of glass. She looks over at the two of you, giving you a smile before looking back. “I can go look around so you too get some time alone.”

Rafe turns you so you are looking at him. “Nah we like you around. Also it gets boring telling facts to someone who already knows.” You push his shoulder lightly but he catches your hand. Using his grip he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. He looks at your lips and then back up to your eyes. 

“Are you going to kiss?” 

The two of you look to the right to see a little boy next to you. “My mommy and daddy kiss all the time.” He walks a little closer and you two step away from each other. “My name is Zack. You know my dad looks at my mom like that.” You two share a look of confusion. “Is she your girlfriend?” His little eyes stare up at the both of you with some type of look. 

“She is.” Zack smiles and gives Rafe a thumbs up. “She’s really pretty. You did a good job.” Rafe smiles and grabs your hand to give it a kiss. “She’s the best.” The little boy looks over his shoulder and points to a couple with a baby. “I should go. It’s my sister Emma’s first time here.” He runs off, waving as he trips over his foot. “I’m okay! Bye!” 

Rafe starts to walk off, saying something about Zack being adorable. But all you can think about is he said yes. He said that you were his girlfriend. The rest of the day you try to ignore the anxious nagging feeling in your stomach. He definitely said it to please the boy. Let’s face it Rafe doesn’t want anything serious. Which is totally fine.

“What do you want?” Rafe snaps you out of your thoughts and you look over at him. “What?” Does he know how you’re feeling? Then you realize you are already at the drive through. “Um the number seven with a dr.pepper.” Wheezie stumbles out her order before closing her eyes again. After the aquarium you all went walking around and looked at the shops that were around. Guess it must have tired her out.

The food comes out soon and you are on the road again. You all eat in silence while the radio softly plays music. The burger you had is soon gone and you are picking at the last of your fries. “I had fun today.” You look at Rafe and can see Wheezie sleeping in the back from the corner of your eye. “Me too.” His right hand reaches over the center counsel to hold your hand. A lump forms in your throat that you try to drown with dr.pepper. 

“I meant what I said to that kid, star. You’re mine.” Your eyes widen a bit and you look back to make sure Wheeze is still sleeping. “Rafe.” He cuts you off before you could keep speaking. “I like what we have. Everything feels different with you. I don't know how to explain it.” His hand squeezes yours a little tighter. “I get it.” Rafe spares you a glance before looking back at the road. 

“You do?” You nod your head before realizing he can’t see. Taking a deep breath you look at the road ahead of you. “Everything feels easy like it should be happening. It’s how I feel.” Rafe grins and kisses your hand. “So we’re on the same page?” You agree while trying to suppress a smile. “Yes we are.” You thought it would be weird if your feelings changed.

At first you thought Rafe was just some shallow guy. But now you see him way differently. He’s sweet when he wants to be. He makes you feel safe and seen, which is something that hasn’t happened in a long time. The car rolls to a stop at a red light and you take the opportunity. You grab the collar of his shirt and bring him in for a kiss. He gives in, kissing you harder and getting lost in it. The car behind you honks and you see that the light had turned green.

He drives the rest of the way home. You both chat about random things, mostly you begging him to tell you ocean facts. Wheezie wakes up right before you get home, joining in to tell you something about sharks. As Rafe is pulling up to the house you can see a car parked in the driveway. Wheezie sits up more, leaning forward to get a good look. “Isn’t that dad’s car?”

Her voice shakes as she speaks. Rafe doesn’t say anything as he parks and gets out of the car. You follow along and hand Wheeze the keys so she can go inside. She starts to walk to the door but the driver side door of the other car opens. “Honey pack your things and get in the car.”

Ward steps out trying to make his way over to his youngest child. Rafe gets in front of him to block his dad from walking closer. You walk over to where Rafe is not knowing what you should do. “Get inside the house.” Rafe doesn’t take his eyes off the older man as he speaks. “Your sister isn’t staying here. I let her throw her tantrum and now she needs to come home.” Wheezie stays at the front entrance watching what is unfolding in front of the two of you. 

“She doesn’t want to go with you. I’m not letting you take her.” Ward laughs, shaking his head while his hand runs through his beard. His hands rest on his hips as he looks back at Rafe. “You really think I’m going to let her keep staying here. A whore and a junkie, what a great example.” In a flash Rafe had his dad pressed against his car. Rafe’s hand rests on Ward's neck and his left hand is pointed at him.

“Talk about her like that again I fucking dare you.” You rush over trying to separate the two but Rafe doesn’t budge. “You’re a fuck up too. The only kid that is still around only tolerates you because you’re such a piece of shit. We’re screw ups because you’re one.” Ward’s nostrils flare and his eyes look cold. “I’ll call the cops. She’s still a minor and I can say you kidnapped her.” Your eyes widen as you look between the two of them.

“Rafe just let him go.” He listens but doesn’t back away. Ward takes a few deep breaths and clears his throat. “Dad hit me before I left. That’s why I came here.” All heads whip over to look at Wheezie who has tears in her eyes. “He was yelling at me over my grades, comparing me to Sarah. I yelled back and that’s when he hit me. All because I got one C.” Ward looks more pissed and he tries to take a step forward.

“That’s enough.” Rafe slams his dad back into the car. Ward tries to fight back but Rafe slams him into it again even harder. “You have two options. One I call the cops and I ruin your precious reputation. Or the smart option, you get the fuck out.” Rafe grabs Ward’s face moving it around lightly in a mocking way. “But I promise you the next time I see you I’ll make you regret it. Stay the hell away from Wheezie and don’t ever come around us again.”

Rafe backs away and grabs your hand to drag you into the house. When the door is locked he lets go of your hand and walks down the hall. You look out the window watching as Ward kicks his tires. He takes his phone out and calls someone. You can see him talking loudly before getting into the car. The black truck pulls out the driveway. 

Tears well in your eyes imagining how scared Wheezie must have felt. You walk down the halls and find your old bedroom door. Pressing your ears against the door you can hear Rafe talking to her lightly. Taking a step back you sit down right across the hall waiting until the door opens. You don’t want to interrupt them and you think she really needs her brother. 

After a while you hear footsteps and the door opens. Rafe steps out and quickly shuts the door behind him. “She’s sleeping.” You nod your head and look up at him. His eyes are rimmed with a crimson color. “I shouldn’t have left.” You rush to get up and embrace him in a hug. His arms wrap around your waist squeezing you tightly to him. “This wouldn’t have happened if I was still there.” He lets out a little sob, burying his head in your shoulder.

Slowly you help him find his room and lay down in the bed. He holds you close to him, running his fingers up and down your arm. “I shouldn’t have left.” You take a deep breath before speaking. “Would you have been happy if you stayed?” He laughs a little and answers no. “I would probably be dead by now if I stayed.” He goes quiet for a little.

“Was in the wrong crowd back home. Funny enough but Jared kinda saved me with this job.” Thinking back to it they have always seemed close. Sure he had Topper and Kelce but Jared was also the closest friend you’ve seen Rafe have. Which isn’t that weird because you have Liz. “I get what you mean. If it wasn’t for Liz I probably wouldn’t be here too.”

Rafe starts to chuckle. The bed shakes as he starts to laugh harder. “Kind of funny how similar we are. Our family fucking sucks.” He starts laughing again. When you think about it — yeah you two are similar. “It’s a good thing we got each other.” You look over to see his reaction but he catches you off guard with a kiss. “Definitely a good thing.”

For at least another hour the two of you talk about anything that comes to mind. You fell asleep first while talking about the time your grandmother took you to antique shopping for your birthday. Rafe layed there for a few more moments just watching you sleep. His left hand pushes a bit of hair that fell onto your face. Your nose twitches lightly when a strand of hair brushes against it. “Please don’t leave me.” He whispers to no one but himself — hoping that some deity would grant him at least that.

His eyes fight him to close and he slips off into sleep alongside you. The next morning he wakes up to you snuggled into his side and Wheezie behind you. He moves around a little which causes you to wake up. “She came in during the middle of the night. Told her she could stay.” He kisses the top of your head and mumbles an ‘okay’.

Birds are chirping in the tree outside the window. Normally they piss him off but today it’s not that bad. Closing his eyes, he tries to soak in this feeling of calmness. There’s loud knocking coming from down the hall. It’s probably a neighbor so Rafe just ignores it but the knocks keep coming. With a groan he gets up, telling you to stay here as he handles it.

He rubs his eyes as he walks down the hall and opens the front door. Sarah stands there with an angry expression. Behind her is John B with the rest of their friends. “What the hell are you doing?” He questions as Sarah bulldozes past him and the rest follow her. “Wheezie! Where are you?” John B gets up in his face, pushing him backwards and away from Sarah. 

“Come on Wheezie. You can leave your things, we’re going home.” Rafe stands up a bit taller now. “She’s not going anywhere near that house again.” John B pushes him again. This time punching him in the gut. “You can’t keep her locked up, man. Sneaking into the house to take her away was low.” Rafe is coughing, catching his breath from the punch.

He looks up at the sound of soft footsteps to see you with a look of horror on your face. “Rafe, are you okay?” Your eyes look around the room to see everyone. “Where’s Wheezie?” Sarah tries to get past you but you block her. “Sleeping and that's how it’s going to stay.” Sarah stares at you and narrows her eyes. It’s cute how she’s trying to act intimidating when she’s really not.

“You’re not her sister.” You audibly laugh which makes her look even more mad. “Well at least I’m not the one dragging her back to a house where someone hits her. If you really cared about her you wouldn’t bring her back.” She looks shocked by what you say. Based on how John B let’s go of Rafe, so is he. The other four stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

“That’s really low. Lying is going to save you from what the two of you did.” Wheezie pops up next to you, it seems that she was woken up due to all of the noise. “Isn’t he the same guy who choked you after attempting to kidnap you. It’s real when it happens to you but not when it’s me.” Sarah takes a step back at her younger sister's words. 

“News flash Sarah not everything is about you. We get it, you’re perfect and the rest of us live in your shadow. I’m not going back there.” Wheezie wipes tears from her cheeks as she keeps going. “Just go back to dad like we know you will. As long as he has his favorite kid he doesn’t need Rafe or I.” Sarah takes a step forward and reaches out to her.

On instinct you step in front of Wheezie and she hides behind you. Without saying a word you turn around and usher the young girl away from the mess in the front. You locked the both of you in her room and comforted her as she cried.

Rafe waits until you two are in the room before moving past John B. He stands in front of Sarah grabbing her shoulders to get her attention. “Listen, she didn’t mean most of what she said. She’s angry right now.” Sarah looks at her brother with tears in her eyes. “She hates me just like you.” She whispers it as her breathing gets harder. Tears start to roll off her cheeks and her lips quiver. 

“Hey it’s going to be okay.” John B places her hand on her back making her jump. She starts to hyperventilate as more tears flow freely. “Did you know jellyfish are older than sharks and dinosaurs?” Rafe speaks without thinking but it grabs Sarah’s attention. She looks at him with childlike eyes. “What does that have to do with any of this?” Kiara tries to argue but Rafe ignores her.

“They are over six hundred and fifty years old. Pretty cool if you think about it since everyone always thinks of the megalodon.” The group stares at Rafe like he has six heads. This is random behavior for him and they are all confused. But then there’s Sarah. His baby sister was staring at him with the same eyes she had as a child. The same ones that stared back at him with hatred. “We don’t hate you. I can’t hate you Sar.” A tear falls from her right cheek.

For a moment he thinks she’s just going to walk away but she hugs him. He doesn’t know what to do for a moment but his brain finally catches up. Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezes her tight to him. The rest of the group gives each other looks and starts to slowly back away. Sarah breaks the hug first, wiping the tears from her face. Rafe clears his throat and speaks. “I’m not letting her go back there.”

Sarah just nods her head in silent agreement. She heads over to the door grabbing John B’s hand for comfort. Just when she’s about to walk out the door she turns around to look at Rafe. “I don’t hate you either.” Rafe stands there alone feeling more than he’s felt in a long time. Heading over to Wheezie’s room he opened the door a crack to see you both talking.

The way you listen to her as you brush your hair makes his heart squeeze. Your eyes make contact and you smile at him and he returns it. He feels an urge to kiss you deeply in this exact moment. He can’t explain why but deep down he knows.

He’s fucked.

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Your hair is all over your face from the sudden movement and the sheets hanging off the bed are slightly moving. His eyes stay on you as he walks closer. “Your order for chinese food.” 

mhm mhm rafe you know things

“Let’s just say the two of you aren’t so different.”

omg nooo

the fact that Wheezie knows it's like illegal HAHAHA

Girls On Film

pairing: pornstar!Rafe x pornstar!Reader

Summary: Running away from home to become a pornstar was never in your books. Having to move in with some asshole wan't in it either. Surely living in a house with someone you dislike can't be hard. It's just work, that's all it is. Right?

Warnings: 18+, smut, rope bondage, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, let me know if I missed any

Wc: 5.6K

Chapter 10: Just You

series master list

“So he didn’t kick you out”

“Well not exactly but he said if I was going to keep defending you that I should just live with you. So if you think about it, he kind of did.” Rafe’s eyes pinch shut as he lets out a harsh breath. “For fucks sake Wheeze we both know that’s not what he meant.” She shrugs and throws her arms up. “Well he should have clarified. Not like he cares anyway. All he does is talk about Sarah or hang out with her.”

You can hear the jealousy in her voice. It has to be hard seeing your parents care about your sibling more than you. Rafe doesn’t say it but you know he feels the same way. He hates that their dad clearly has a favorite and isn’t afraid to show it. “Wheeze how did you even get here?” He gets up and goes to get some chips so she can eat. God, when was the last time she ate? 

“I asked Jenny’s sister if she could bring me since she was going to a concert.” Rafe lets out a large sigh and plops himself back down next to her. “Don’t ever do that again okay. Next time you call me and I’ll get you.” Wheeze nods her head, shoving the dill pickle chips in her mouth. The living room is quiet as she eats the chips. You and Rafe are staring at the other trying to figure out what to do.

“Does your dad know you’re here or does nobody know.” She freezes at the question. Her silence was all that you needed for an answer. “Jesus dude.” Rafe gets back up reaching for his phone on the table. “What are you doing?” Wheeze sits up staring as her older brother walks down the hall to his room. “Calling dad.” You sit there really not knowing what to do as Wheeze curses to herself.

She looks stressed as she picks at the skin around her nails. Her leg is bouncing as each second ticks by. “I don’t want to go back.” The little confession broke your silent resolve. Standing up, you walk over to her and give her a brief hug. “You won’t, not if you don’t want to.” You leave her in the living room as you find your way to Rafe’s room. When you enter he’s pacing while on the phone. His eyes met yours in the doorway. You decided to wait there until he was done to talk to him. “I’m not the one who told two of their kids to get out of their house. If you want to complain about someone being a piece of shit then look in the mirror.” 

He hangs up before throwing his phone at his bed. Rafe racks his hand through his grown out hair. “He blames me.” He barely gets the words out without his voice cracking. “I call, trying to be responsible but nah it’s my fault.” In a moment of anger he grabs the closest things and chucks it at the wall. It feels like he’s back to his teen self that was aching for his fathers approval. He thought that at least this would get him on his dads good side for some reason.

Taking quick steps you walk over to him, dragging him into a hug. He tries pushing you off but you grab his shirt so you don’t really go anywhere. “Get off of me star.” You shake your head and hold him tighter. “No.” He struggles against you for a little while trying to get you off with no results. Not like he was really trying because if he wanted you would be off of him. Finally he gives in. 

Rafe picks you up and sits down on the bed, leaning back so you are on top of him. The noise from the tv softly fills the room as you wait for him to say something. It takes a few more minutes then he cracks. “It’s like no matter what I do it’s wrong.” Resting your chin on his chest you look up at him. His eyes are staring at the ceiling, sneaking a glance at you before looking back up. “Probably because to him you can’t. Doesn’t mean what you are doing is wrong. Just means your dad is a dick who cares about only himself.”

You shift around so you are straddling his waist and looking down at him. In this position forces him to look at you. “Rafe.” He hums in response but his eyes are just off to the side of you. “Can you look at me please.” The tone you have was convincing enough to get him to really look at you. “I’m sorry that your dad is like dad. But Wheezie is in the other room scared that you are going to make her go back. Maybe we need to focus on that first.” His fingers trace your thigh as he racks his brain.

“He’s going to make her go back. Said that this isn’t a house meant for a kid.” You can’t help the laugh you let out. Sure Rafe is still closed off in a way but you’ve learned a lot about him. He’s always felt unloved and unwanted. You know that to this day he wants his dad to look at him like he’s something to be proud of. Not the coked up son that he needs to hide away. “She told me she didn’t want to go back.” 

Rafe groans and sits up now being face to face with you. “I’m still trying to figure out how she knew where we lived. She only knows my apartment.” He’s trying to deflect from the problem. “Maybe she chipped you in your sleep.” You giggle at the look of mortification that fell on his face. “I should take you to the vet and have them check.” You laugh harder as he pushes you off of him just to fall on top of you. He starts to tickle you which only makes the laughing worse.

When he relented, you tried to catch your breath only to have it stolen by him kissing you. “Stay here, I'm going to go talk with her.” He backs away still watching you with this lopsided smile, leaving you in his room alone. Seeing as you are confined to this room you take the time to snoop around. You know for sure that Rafe has gone through your things before. There have been a lot of times where you come back to find things out of place. Now it’s just your turn to go through his.

Why is this man so boring?

You went through his dresser only finding clothes on clothes. Then you moved to his night stand. Which shocker also didn’t have anything. All you found was his dab pen that he hits at night to go to bed. Taking it upon yourself, you decide that it is only right if you take a few hits to help relax. The rest of the room gave you the same result. It was a normal room. Well duh, you already knew that, it’s just you expected more.

Rafe talks a big game and there is nothing in this room that proves it. Everything is scrubbed clean as if he didn’t even live here. Just like at his house you can only tell by some photos he has placed around. Just as you're about to give up your foot goes under the bed. Which is weird because you swore there was no space under there. Now that you think about it, Rafe sheets just cover it so you ever noticed.

You check your phone and see that he’s been out there for around eight minutes. You’re sure he’ll take longer. Slowly you slink down to the ground and pull the sheet up. There’s not much under there, just his bags from moving and a box. You know you shouldn’t but you can’t help yourself. After checking to make sure the door was still closed you pull the box out.

Examining the wooden box you can tell that it’s old. There’s pieces of the varnish chipped off and dents into the wood. But right above the latch to open it is a star carved in. Your heart does this weird jump thing where it feels like it's falling but also pounding against your chest. The tips of your fingers graze the carved wood, feeling the grooves of the star. The cold metal latch cools your warmed skin as you go to open it. 

“Hey Imma order chinese. What do you want?” Rafe yells from the hall. Shuffling, you put the box back under his bed and laid in the bed. He walks into the room and leans on the door frame. “What was that?” You try to play nonchalant but he can tell something is up. Your hair is all over your face from the sudden movement and the sheets hanging off the bed are slightly moving. His eyes stay on you as he walks closer. “Your order for chinese food.” 

The bed creaks as he kneels on it, looming over your body. “General tso chicken and the spicy lo mein noodles.” Your chest heaves up and down as he continues to stare at you. A small smirk spreads across his face before he kisses you. The feather-like kiss has your mind reeling to the point you don’t hear what he says. When you open your eyes again he’s by the door. “Find anything when you were looking around?”

Your cheeks burn red as he backs away. Rafe chuckles as he walks down the hall to Wheezie. “You owe me 5 bucks, that's what she wanted.” He yells to his younger sister as you flop to your back. Screw him. Of course he knew what you were doing here. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he had hidden cameras in here. Soft footsteps echo in the hall and you lift your head to the door. 

The hinges creak against the pressure as it opens slowly. Wheezie’s face comes into view. The two of you stay there looking at each other. You open your arms to her and she comes over snuggling into your side. “Thank you.” Her arms tighten around you. “Uhh you’re welcome?” You hug her back confused at what she means. She doesn’t say anything for a while.

“He would’ve made me go back so thank you.” You shuffle lower so you can look her in the eyes. “I don’t think so. You’re his favorite.” She giggles but shakes her head. “That’s because nobody cared about us, we only had each other.” It’s scary how much she looks like Rafe at this moment. They share the same broken look that makes your heart hurt. “Sarah loves you and so does Rafe. Pretty sure you have friends who also love you.”

Her eyes fight back tears as you continue. “I may not have known you long but I love you. It’s hard not to love you.” She buries her face in your shoulder trying not to cry. “It sucks when the one person you need is the one who hurts you. That doesn’t mean there aren’t people who love you because we do.” Wheezie stays there playing with the ends of your hair. The same habit her older brother has.

“Foods here.” Rafe says in an obnoxious Jersey accent. All those countless nights of Jersey Shore seem to be getting to him. He stops at the doorway noticing the scene. “Is everything okay?” Wheezie just gets up nodding as she slips past him. You get up also but he blocks you. He looks down at you trying to figure out what happened but you give nothing away. “Just girl talk.”

He steps in front of you again knowing you’re lying. He caught the end of the conversation and knows there’s more to it. “Just want to know she’s okay.” He practically pleads. Sure he hasn’t been the perfect brother before but it’s changed. This is his chance to do better by Wheezie. He might be a lost cause for the rest of his family but at least he has her. Your eyes soften at the way he stares down at you. “She will be. Maybe you should hang out with her and I’ll hang back.”

“I’ll take her out tomorrow. Let’s just watch movies and eat our food.” You want to fight him on it, feeling like they need time without you. Rafe fingers lace through your as he drags you into the kitchen and loads up a plate for you. When you make it to the living room Wheezie is already settled down with Twilight playing. Giggling, you sit on the couch beside the lounge chair she’s in. 

A flashback to when you rode Rafe on that very seat a few weeks ago comes to mind. Your cheeks burn red and you try to think of anything else. Maybe you should clean it while they are out tomorrow. Sure Liz has everything cleaned after filming but still. It would make you feel better knowing she won’t be touching anything the two of you slept on. Fuck. Where is she going to sleep? The only spare room here is filled with filming equipment. Then something clicked. You were supposed to be Rafe’s girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

The thought doesn’t actually doesn’t make you as scared as before. After talking you both agreed to be exclusive with no string attached. Which in hindsight seemed to be not holding up. Everyday the two of you are always with each other. The two of you are on each other every second that you can. Not to mention there’s these little moments where you can swear it’s more. Where it feels like you can’t breathe because he just sees you. Moment where it feels like he could actually want something more.

Then you realize it’s just a convenience thing. You’ve become friends but that’s all that it is. “You okay?” A whispered voice asks you. You notice that Rafe came back with all the food on the table and a blanket over the two of you. “Seem out of it.” He takes a bite of the low mein you made him get as he looks at you. SHifting your gaze back to the screen you start eating and tell him you’re fine. He doesn’t really believe it but ignores the feeling. 

Three movies later and you are now switching the sheets in your room. “Oh you don’t need to do that.” She looks around your room taking it in. “Why’s all of your stuff in here?” She stares at the photo of you and your grandma from when you were younger. Your hair is wild making you look like a lion to match your costume. It’s one of your favorites. Just before your dad left with Monica and started a new family. 

If someone asked when your happiest moment was it would probably be that. Your last halloween before your family fell apart. At least you had a few years left with her before she died. “Saw this thing on tiktok about having separate personal spaces. Thought we would give it a try.” The lie comes in effortlessly since it’s kind of true. You have seen couples doing that so it’s not like you’re fully lying. “Get it I would need space from him too.” She jokes as she settles herself into the bed. 

You leave her and make your way to Rafe’s room. You close the door behind you as you make your way to his bed. “Nice save. I forgot to even think of something for the separate rooms.” He pulls you to the bed, snuggling you to his side. This is something he’s been doing lately. After having sex he always pulls you into his side and snuggles you. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep and sometimes you do. Every time it makes your heart jump.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep and when you woke up he was gone. Looking at your phone you see it's ten in the morning. Getting up you look around the house to see that it was empty. Entering the kitchen you head to the fridge and notice a note on it. Pulling it off you see that it’s from Rafe.

Took Wheezie out, we’ll be back later. -R

Taking the free time you do what you thought of last night. That couch and loveseat will be getting cleaned. After finding the carpet cleaner or whatever it’s called machine from the closet you got to work. Thank god they keep cleaning supplies here. Neither of you had to buy anything because they already did. Not to mention someone else cleaned every room.

Three hours later you have the cushions laying outside to dry in the sun. The rest you put a hair dry on to help speed up the process. As you move the hairdry back and forth the front door opens. You can hear them laughing as their footsteps get closer. They stop and give you a weird look. “Thought I would do some cleaning. Never know where second hand furniture really comes from.” You joke as you turn off the loud machine. 

“Why didn’t you just buy new ones? I thought Rafe made good money.” She questions. You and Rafe share a look not really knowing what you could say. “My friends work at an antique shop and we wanted to support them.” It seems to be a good answer for her because she nods. “Going to put this away.” She gestures to the bag in her hands then to the hallway that leads to the rooms. You watch as she walks away not noticing Rafe walking over to you. 

“Leave it, let’s go.” He grabs your hand and drags you up to him. Pushing you forward, he moves you to the front door. “Put your shoes on.” He hands your vans over to you allowing you time to pull them on. Not wasting a second he puts your jacket on and is rushing you out the door. “Rafe stop what are you doing?” 

Rafe doesn’t listen as he forces you into his truck. “We’re getting food. Just wanted some time with you without a kid coming along.” His right hand finds yours on your thigh, sliding under it to lace your fingers together. A tingling feeling flutters in your stomach. Turning your head to the window you ignore the feeling. Friends. Yeah… friends is okay.

When you get to the Greek place the both of you make your way in the store. The two of you stand in line looking over the menu deciding what Wheezie might like. From the corner of your eye you can see two girls staring at the two of you. They point to Rafe and giggle to each other as they whisper things. Rafe turns over to see them giving him a wave. He gives them a nod and turns back to the menu as they go crazy from the attention. 

You disassociate as Rafe orders and moves you over to the side. “Should be ready in thirty to forty minutes. It’s busy so it’ll be a while.” You nod as you stare back at the girls who keep trying to get Rafe’s attention. The silence from you is unusual. He follows your gaze to catch the girls from earlier. “She’s pretty.” Nodding his head to the girl with curly hair. Rolling your eyes, you walk past him out to the parking lot. “Where are you going?” He chases after you and piles into the truck when you slip in. “I didn’t want to wait in there.”

“I think you’re jealous.” You hate when he does this. He reads you like a book and it pisses you off. “Just didn’t appreciate how they didn’t care that I was there.” He nods as one of his fingers grazes your thigh. “Plus they looked at you like a piece of meat. They could have been subtle with it at least.” The finger gets higher finding the inside of your thigh. His eyes trace the movement as you squirm under him. 

“You’re so jealous.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he leans in. “So what if I am?” You don’t know why you admit it but you do. You hated the idea of one of them even having a chance with him. “I don’t know, star. Why don’t you do something about it.” Leaning over the center counsel you pull him into a kiss. He meets you back eagerly, biting your lip in the process. “Shit sorry.” You giggle and peck his lips. 

“Pull out your phone.” He gives you a confused look as you unbutton his pants. “Want you to record us.” Rafe fumbles with his phone and he helps you push his pants down. The boxers he was wearing follow along right as he hits record. Just in time to catch you swallowing his tip into your mouth. His other hand rests on the back of your head, moving along with each bob of it. His fingers wind around the strands of your hair when you suck him hard.

“Fuck star. Just like that baby.” You choke as he pushes your head down causing you to deepthroat him. The camera focuses on the way you swallow him up and the flutter of your eyelashes. A few strands of hair fall in front of your face blocking his view of you. “You’re perfect.” He brushes the strands away, tucking them behind your ear as your eyes open to look at him. “My perfect little star.” You moan and release him with a loud pop. He gives you a confused look as you take the phone out of his hand. Before he opens his mouth you kiss him as you start a new video and set it up on the dashboard. 

“Need to feel you.” You whisper against his lips. His hands are reaching out to pull you over in a flash. The leggings you were wearing are pulled down your legs and panties pushed to the side. You lean to the side and push the button to have the seat move back. Resting one hand on his chest you use your other hand to help you slide down his cock. “Fuck.” His head falls back and his fingers dig into your hips. 

You go to swirl your hips but he stops you. “Need a second. I was about to cum before you stopped.” His eyes are pinched shut as he takes in deep breaths. Looking over your shoulder you see that the camera picks up both of you perfectly. It catches the way he’s struggling to keep his cool. There’s a slight sting on your hip where his nails dig into your hips. You lean in closer running your tongue over his jugular vein. “I think I just realized something.”

He makes a noise and shifts a bit. “What?” You place a kiss right below his ear before whispering. “I think you like it when I’m on top and have control.” A groan comes from him as you slightly move your hips. Your hands push his hands off of you as you lean back and lift yourself just to slam down on him again. “Jesus Christ.” His hands try to stop you but you don’t let him. Or maybe he just didn’t want to put up a fight. “Wanna know a secret?” 

Cerulean blue eyes open up to meet yours. “I like how pretty you look under me. The way your eyes gloss over and your lips part.” His hooded eyes watch as you continue to bounce on him. “But the best part is the way you moan.” The tip of his dick nudges your g-spot with each movement. “Oh fuck, star” His eyes are on your face now watching your lips move. “Just like that.” Your eyes flutter close as you can feel your orgasm building. “Fuck Rafe, just like that.” That seemed to break him from his little spell. His left arm reaches up, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you down. Your lips smash onto his as he attempts to steal the oxygen from your lungs.

Your nails claw into his shirt as you try to pull away as your lungs scream for air. Using his leverage on your hair, Rafe pulls your head back to kiss your neck. “Gonna cum.” You moan out a yes as he starts meeting your movements with his own thrusts. It’s only when he fills you up and your orgasim hits you that you realize he was warning you. He wasn’t asking if you would cum but telling you he was. 

The two of you catch your breaths before relaxing. You rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps you in his arms. It’s quiet besides your breaths echoing in the car. The phone is probably still recording or not who knows. “Star.” You pull your head up to look at him. His eyes look serious but there’s a lazily smile spread across his face. “You didn’t have to worry about those girls.” You sit up and try to move off of him only to be stopped. “It was stup-” “Not interested in anyone else. So you don’t have to worry.”

You freeze not knowing what to say. There’s a mess of cum between the both of you and you think of the only logical response. “We should probably get cleaned up.” His jaw clicks for a second then disappears. “Yeah, the food should be done also.” This feels awkward now. Unspoken words fill the air as you try to calm your nerves. “I’m not interested in anyone else either.” His eye’s flicker to yours and back to the windshield. “Just so you know.” This time his eyes stay on you and you can’t help but to smile.

Fuck whatever is happening right now definitely changes things. “Good.”

☾☾☾☾☾

 “You know I kinda like having you in my bed all the time.” He whispered into your ear before moving to kiss and bite at your neck. Ever since you had to share a room because Wheezie is in yours, it's like the two of you are wired. You are aware of all of his movements and you are just craving to feel him inside you. Rafe was no better. That man has made so many excuse to run to the store with you just so he can fuck you. Maybe fucking him in the car was a bad idea.

 It’s now turned into the hookup spot. 

Wheezie has probably caught on but the two of you do not want to sleep together with her in the next room. That was a hard line for the both of you. “Just five minutes.” You huff as his hands find the inside of your shirt. “Wheezie is still asleep.” His lips move back up the other side of your neck to find your lips again. “Just kissing.” He says in between each kiss. You pull away giggling because he sounds crazy. “You can’t be serious.” You let out another set of giggles. “What happened to good old making out?” 

You watch him for a second and determine he is being serious. His eyebrows are set in a furrow as if he can’t believe you’re questioning him. Lowering back down, you kiss him. “Okay.” Turns out five minutes was a lie. He kept you there for as long as he could. Sometimes his hands would roam a little too much and you had to correct him. But you were almost late for your meeting with Liz.

“Cancel, I'm sure she’d get it.” His chin is resting on your shoulder as you apply your makeup. “She’s already pissed about having to fix the shooting times. I’m not going to keep pushing it.” Liz was not happy when you told her Wheezie was staying with you. She was happy she felt safe there but it messed up shooting days. Thankfully Rafe still has his apartment so the two of you found a way to get her to stay there.

“Just for a few hours then we’ll get you.” Wheezie looks at her brother suspiciously. “So why do I have to leave? Having an orgy or something?” You laugh as Rafe shakes his head. “Jesus, Wheeze no. Having some work down in the basement and it’ll be loud.” She gets up, shrugging her shoulders as she makes her way to her room. “You don’t have to lie. I don’t care.” 

She makes a weird look but doesn’t go further. “Care about what? We aren’t lying.” She just waves him off. “Nevermind.” You wait until she walks into the room and looks at him. “She so knows.” He argued back saying there’s no possible way but you know you’re right.

As you drive to your meeting you wonder how Wheezie must feel being around all of this. After arguing with Rafe you went to talk about it with her. Turns out some girls at school told her about Rafe’s job. Going as far as sending videos around the girls in her grade. She says she doesn’t care that he does it. You keep worrying even as Liz tries to talk to you about the next shoot.

“What’s got you all twisted?” Liz takes a sip of her diet coke, staring you dead in the eyes. “Just worried about Wheeze. She knows about all of this.” She sets down her drink and picks up her fork to push some food around. “She’s a teenager, she knows about sex babe. Plus she’s always known.” Your eyes widen. “What?” You take a bite of your burger just to keep yourself occupied. “She called the offices one day. Must have found out and was looking for him. Didn’t think he’d want her knowing so I never said anything.” 

You nod, agreeing that he wouldn’t want that. “Okay enough of me worrying. Explain the next shoot again.” Liz explains as the two of you eat. “We’ll make sure to clean up before we leave so you can use the room again.” You give her a look of confusion. “That is where you are sleeping right?” The way she says it tells you she already knows the answer but wants you to confirm. “Um I’ve been actually staying in Rafe’s room.” 

She sighs and leans back in her chair. “I don’t think” Her words die off as she stares off to the side of you. “Beth?” It’s said mostly to herself but it must have caught the person’s attention. “Liz?” A girl around your age appears and engulfs her in a hug. A stroller sits next to you with a baby a couple months old in it. He’s cute with his nose all scrunched up. “Did you become a nanny after you quit?” 

The woman you assume is Beth shakes her head. “No, this is my son Max.” She pushes the stroller forward so she could show Liz. Her eyes meet yours and she sticks a hand out. “Hi I’m Beth. Do you work for Liz? I was there for a while but you know.” She jokingly nods her head to the sleepy baby boy. You tell her your name and say how you’re just starting out.

“She’s a star. If you were still working there you’d have real competition.” Beth laughs at Liz’s joke. “Yeah right. I was okay. People only liked my video’s with Rafe.” Your ears perk up at the mention of the boy occupying your brain. “You worked with Rafe.” She nods but there’s this look in her eyes you can’t place. “Yeah, have you gotten to work with him yet?” Liz tries to steer the conversation away but the way Beth looks at you makes you answer.

“We are doing a series right now. I’ve only gotten to work with him since I started.” Beth scrunches her face and looks over at Liz. The older lady averts her eyes, playing with her napkin. You’ve never seen her like this. Based on how she acted with Beth you guess this is the girl she wished never left the studio. “Oh I.” She shifts her gaze back and forth for a moment. 

“I should probably get going. It was really good to see you again Liz.” She gives Liz a hug goodbye and moves to you. “Nice meeting you. I hope to see you around. Tell Rafe I say hi the next time you see him.” You help her gather her things as she had set some things down. “I can tell him you’re in town when I get home. Do you want me to give him your number?” Liz stares at you in shock as the words fly out of your mouth.

You don’t know why you said it. Maybe the masochistic part of you wants him to prove that you can’t trust him. That he was lying when he said he didn’t want anyone else. Liz, Jared, and Rafe have all alluded to Beth yet refuse to tell you anything about her. Deep down you already know the answer. But the other part of you wants him to show you that he did mean it. It’s dumb to even try and set this up but you can’t help it.

“Oh um no it’s okay. We haven't talked in a long time. I left pretty early on in his career. Plus I don’t think he’d want to talk to me.” She leaves once she is done dropping the most alluring sentence. “Why wouldn’t he want to talk to her?” Liz flags the waiter down for the check and just hands over the card to speed up the process. “I don’t know.” She may be able to put up a good front but you see through it. “Did something happen between them?”

“Let’s just say the two of you aren’t so different.”

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[rafesgiirl]

"that's it," rafe encourages, his voice strained now, hands gripping your hips tighter, almost bruisingly. "cum f'me again. show me how much y'need this cock."

yes sir

rafe x needy!reader? they’ve already gone at it once but she cannot get enough… she feels like she physically can’t stop

if you’re not comfortable with writing this then just ignore it!! :) thank youu

— bf!rafe fucking needy!reader

warnings — p in v, thigh riding, petnames, reader being needy, lewd language

the tangled sheets are damp beneath you, clinging uncomfortably to your overheated skin. rafe lies beside you, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes closed, looking utterly spent. you just came, a shuddering, messy climax that should have left you satiated, maybe even borderline numb after the hours you've already spent fucking each other.

but it didn't.

rafe sighs, shifting slightly, his arm brushing against yours. even that fleeting contact sends a jolt through you. without thinking, you reach out, fingers tracing the line of sweat down his ribs, sliding lower toward his limp cock.

he cracks an eye open, looking at you through heavy lids, a mixture of exhaustion and faint surprise on his face. "jesus, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough, thick with sleep and exertion. "still going? thought that last round finally killed you."

you shake your head silently, unable to articulate the relentless need clawing at you. you shift closer, lifting yourself off the bed before lowering your core to his thigh, seeking the familiar heat and hardness, even though you know he must be soft now, spent. your hand finds him, closing around his length. he stirs slightly under your touch.

"baby, come on," rafe sighs, trying to gently push your hand away. "m'fucking exhausted, let's go to bed, yeah?"

"no," you whisper the word desperate, raw. you push his hand away, resuming your ministrations with more urgency, needing to feel him harden again. "please, rafey. i need more." it feels shameful, this relentless craving, but you need this. your body feels hollow, aching, incomplete without him filling you up.

"fuck, you're relentless," he murmurs, but he stops resisting your touch. his cock begins to stir, thickening slowly under your insistent hand. he reaches out, pulling you on top of him, settling you onto his hips. even half-hard, the pressure against your entrance is agonisingly good.

"ride me, baby" he commands softly, his hands finding your waist, guiding your initial desperate movements. "ride this fuckin' cock."

you obey instantly, grinding down, using your own slickness and desperate friction to coax him back to full hardness. it doesn't take long. the need radiating off you seems to fuel him, bypassing his exhaustion. he watches you, hands gripping your hips tightly, letting you set the pace this time.

you lift your hips high, then slam back down onto his cock, seeking the deepest penetration possible. sweat beads on your forehead, dripping down between your breasts, mirroring the sheen on his own skin. your hair sticks to your temples, your breathing coming in ragged, almost panicked gasps. it's not just pleasure driving you; it's something closer to desperation, a physical craving that borders on pain.

"easy, doll," rafe murmurs, his voice still rough but losing some of its earlier exhaustion, replaced by a growing intensity as he watches you unravel above him. his thumb snakes to your clit, rubbing slow circles lazily. "you’re gonna tire yourself out."

but you can't slow down. the friction feels good, incredible even, but it's not enough. it doesn't touch that core ache. you whine softly, a frustrated sound, leaning forward, bracing your hands on his chest, trying to find a better angle, a deeper connection. his muscles tense beneath your palms.

he groans low in his throat, his own control starting to fray under your relentless assault. his hips begin to lift off the mattress, meeting your downward thrusts, adding his power to yours. the shift is subtle but significant. he's no longer just letting you ride; he's participating, drawn back into the fire by your sheer, consuming need.

"fuck, you feel so good," he grits out, his eyes darkening as he watches your face contort with effort and building pleasure. "pussy's so fuckin' tight and warm… y'gonna cum for me, angel?"

"f-fuck yes, mmhhh," you cry out, riding him impossibly harder, faster.

"that's it," rafe encourages, his voice strained now, hands gripping your hips tighter, almost bruisingly. "cum f'me again. show me how much y'need this cock."

his words, combined with the powerful thrust of his hips meeting yours, finally tip you over. the orgasm hit with staggering force, more intense than any of the previous ones, fuelled by hours of build-up and sheer desperation. it rips through you, stealing your breath, making you cry out loud, a raw, keening sound. your body convulses violently around him, clamping down hard, milking every last drop of him.

he roars beneath you, his own release triggered by the intensity of yours, coating your walls with his warm seed. you collapse onto his chest, utterly boneless this time, trembling uncontrollably, spent in a way that feels deeper, more complete than before. his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his slick, heaving chest. for a long moment, the only sound is the harsh rasp of your combined breathing. the ache is still there, a faint echo beneath the overwhelming tide of release.

"such a needy girl today, weren't you?"

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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!

[rafesgiirl]

do the mf lines on me 👅👅👅👅

doing drugs is bad, don’t get me wrong, but seeing rafe cameron snort a line of cocaine makes me so wet?? oh my god??

[rafesgiirl]

idc i’m doubling down on how bad it is that people in this fandom love romanticizing sexism. would you romanticize any other kind of discrimination? would you write a homophobic!rafe? do yall genuinely hate yourselves so much that you enjoy writing about men who don’t see women as people but as walking fleshlights?

again, you’re allowed to write about sexist characters, you’re allowed to write whatever you want but you should acknowledge that it’s BAD especially in a time when WOMEN ARE BEING STRIPPED OF THEIR RIGHTS and in a world where some women don’t have any rights!

also before you send me that anon ask with “if you don’t like it don’t read it!!1!” i don’t. however this is my blog and i’m allowed to criticize anything i wish to! i don’t send hate to anyone writing it nor is this aimed at any specific person so i can complain all i want. if you don’t like what i’m saying, don’t read it 💕 read this instead!

[rafesgiirl]

god I swear this man can literally rail me everyday

Okay but just the Tip

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Warnings: NSFW/Explicit sexual content, semi-public teasing, begging, loss of control, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, manipulation, mentions of inexperience (reader is new to sex), soft dom!Rafe, manipulative undertones, consensual sex but heavy teasing. 18+ ONLY.

Rafe had been insufferable all day.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you—from the lazy touches to the whispered filth he’d breathe into your ear while others were just a few feet away. Whether you were brushing your hair, laying on the couch, or fixing a drink, he’d slide behind you, pressing that hard bulge against your lower back and mumbling things like, “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna drive me insane if I don’t get to feel you tonight.”

You hadn’t even done anything. You were just… existing. Wearing those little sleep shorts and his shirt, barefoot with that natural pout and eyes that made him weak. He wanted you. Bad.

Rafe had always been intense, but today he was relentless. And you, still getting used to sex, weren’t exactly ready to let him rail you like he wanted. You let him in sometimes—slowly, shyly, with lots of breathy whimpers and tightly held hands. You liked it, more than you ever thought you would. But you still got nervous, especially when he got like this.

“Please, baby,” he whined as you sat on the bed, legs curled underneath you. “Just… just let me. You don’t have to do anything. I swear. Just the tip.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, already flushed from how worked up he’d been making you all day. “You said that last time. You always say that.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it,” he said with a smirk that was way too smug. “Just the tip, babe. Swear to God. Better something than nothing, right?”

Your thighs clenched together, and he noticed.

He always noticed.

You stared at him a moment, unsure if it was the whine in his voice or the look in his eyes that finally made you cave. “Fine,” you mumbled, already blushing. “Just the tip.”

His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. “Fuck yes. Get up here.”

You were on your back seconds later, and Rafe was between your thighs, kissing you hungrily, like he hadn’t touched you in weeks.

He lined himself up and didn’t push in right away—no, he just started teasing. Dragging the flushed head of his cock slowly through your folds, up and down, again and again. Letting it catch against your clit until you were squirming beneath him, breath hitching with every glide. It wasn’t even inside yet, and your legs were already trying to close around him.

“Rafe,” you whispered, embarrassed by how wet you already were. “You said—”

“I know,” he grinned. “Just getting you used to it.”

He kept going, rocking against you, letting his tip press shallowly inside—just barely. He groaned, burying his face in your neck, voice wrecked. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so warm… fuck, I missed this.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your body trembling under him as he gave you those tiny thrusts, never going deeper. “Feels good,” you admitted shyly, nails digging into his back.

“I know it does,” he whispered. “You feel so good, baby. So fuckin’ good. Just like this, yeah?”

You nodded, grinding back just a little, feeling more of him. You didn’t realize he’d moved his hips forward until—

He bottomed out.

You gasped, eyes flying open, nails scraping his skin as your body tensed under the sudden stretch.

“Rafe!”

“Shit—sorry—fuck, baby, I slipped—” he groaned, but he didn’t move out. He was deep, buried to the hilt, and your body was clenching him so tight he could barely breathe.

“I told you—” you whimpered, overwhelmed by how full you felt.

“I know. I’m sorry. But fuck—” he kissed you hard, hips slowly grinding. “Feels too good. I’ll go slow, I promise. You can take it. You always do.”

You should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve insisted he stop. But then his hips rolled again, and a moan spilled from your lips that made him feral.

That was it.

He started moving, slow at first—long, deep thrusts that had your back arching off the bed. His hand came to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your lips as his pace quickened.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “That’s my girl. Taking me so good. Fuckin’ knew you could.”

You were gone. Body burning, legs shaking, eyes fluttering as he pounded into you now, no hint of restraint left.

“You said… just the tip,” you whimpered.

“I lied,” he grunted, pulling your hips up to meet each thrust. “Couldn’t help it. You’re too good.”

His voice dropped, dark and possessive. “Gonna fuck you like this every day until you need it. Gonna make you beg for it.”

Your body jolted with every snap of his hips. The pressure was building so fast you couldn’t think straight. Every word he said made it worse.

“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you like it.”

You nodded, too far gone to be shy anymore. “I l-like it—fuck, Rafe—I love it.”

He kissed you, fingers tangling in your hair, hips unrelenting. “I know you do, baby. I can feel it. Gonna fill you up, okay? Make you mine, inside and out.”

Your orgasm hit like a wave crashing over you, sharp and dizzying. You clenched around him hard, and with a loud groan, he followed, burying himself deep as he spilled into you, still thrusting through it, drawing it out until you were both shaking.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, lips brushing your cheek.

“Next time,” he murmured with a lazy smile, “I’ll ask for more than just the tip right away.”

[rafesgiirl]

“Big?” He smirked gently, but not in a cocky way. “Yeah. I know.”

asshole

“You’re squeezing me so tight.”

oh my 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 ~ 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rafe Cameron x Reader

𝐂𝐖: Explicit sexual content (18+), size kink (including stretching, belly bulge, and praise around it),

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’ve been dancing around each other for months — soft touches, teasing looks, tension so thick it could break you. But when you finally give in, you realize how big he is. He notices your hesitation. What you don’t expect is how much he loves how small you are next to him — and how gently he wrecks you with it.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You’d seen it in the way he looked at you.

From the first moment — Rafe’s lazy lean against the wall at a party, drink in hand, blue eyes fixed only on you — you’d known it was different. Everyone else faded around you. There was heat in his stare. Purpose. Possession.

But it wasn’t until tonight that he touched you like he meant it.

You were in his room, lights low, bodies tangled on his bed. His mouth was warm against yours, hands firm but reverent as he explored your skin like it was something precious. The slow drag of his fingers under your shirt, the deep hum he let out when you gasped — all of it melted you.

“You sure?” he asked, lips brushing your jaw, his voice low and rough.

You nodded. “Yes.”

His hand paused. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want this,” you whispered. “I want you.”

That was all he needed.

He kissed you again — deeper, slower, as if you were something to savor. When he stripped you bare, his hands never rushed. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Then he let you undress him.

And that’s when you saw it.

Your breath caught.

You’d known he was tall, built — but what he was hiding beneath his jeans? It made your lips part in silence.

Thick. Long. Veins standing proud. Hard and heavy against his stomach.

Rafe noticed immediately.

His voice softened. “Hey.” He knelt between your legs, hands on your thighs. “What’s going through that pretty little head?”

You swallowed. “You’re… you’re just really…”

“Big?” He smirked gently, but not in a cocky way. “Yeah. I know.”

Your lips twitched. “Understatement.”

His hand moved to your stomach, palm flat. “You’re nervous?”

“A little.”

His thumb stroked your skin. “But you still want it?”

You nodded.

“I’m gonna take my time,” he promised. “I’ll talk you through every second. You tell me if anything’s too much. We stop the second you say so, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good girl.”

He kissed your collarbone, the slope of your breast, your stomach — everywhere but where you were desperate for him. His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers parting you gently. You were already soaked.

“God,” he whispered. “Look at you. You’re so ready for me.”

His fingers worked you slowly — curling, coaxing — until you were moaning and writhing under him. Your body trembled as your climax rolled over you, soft and warm and overwhelming.

And then, gently, he lined himself up.

“Ready, baby?” he murmured.

You nodded, lips parted, thighs twitching.

He pushed in slowly — inch by inch — and your breath caught again. You were full. Stretched. Almost unbearably so.

Rafe’s forehead pressed to yours, a soft growl slipping from his lips. “God, you’re tight. So small.”

He moved deeper, pausing when he bottomed out. You whimpered.

He looked down — and his hand slid over your belly.

“There,” he whispered. “Feel that?”

You did. A bulge, faint but real, pressing from the inside.

“That’s me,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “All the way inside you.”

Your hips jerked, overwhelmed.

“You’re so full of me, baby. You’re made for this.”

You moaned, head falling back as he began to move — slow and deep, grinding into you like he couldn’t get enough of the way you clenched around him.

“You take me so well,” he praised, voice rough. “So good for me. Even when I’m this big.”

He gripped your waist, guiding your hips to meet his rhythm. Your body was helpless under him — trembling, overstimulated, adored.

And every time you gasped or whimpered, he leaned in closer, whispering praises into your skin.

“You feel that? Right there?” He thrust a little deeper — your eyes rolled back.

“You’re squeezing me so tight.”

His thumb brushed your clit and your body arched — another orgasm crashing through you with a cry of his name.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You were dizzy. Floating. Every nerve lit up and satisfied.

When he finally let go — hips stuttering, cock pulsing deep inside you — he groaned into your mouth, holding you tight like he never wanted to let go.

And even after he pulled out, even after the heat softened, he kept you close.

Hand on your belly.

Thumb brushing over the place where you’d taken all of him.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “My perfect girl.”

You smiled, exhausted and full and loved in every way.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @notkiaralol @rcsbabydoll @cokewithcameron @psychocitylights @favzcarpentr @alwaysherother @mavericksice @daryldixon83 @luvinqaidan @43hughes @k4yr14 @asher-420s-blog @soft-starr

[rafesgiirl]

what is wrong with me and public sex 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑 ~ 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rafe Cameron x Reader

𝐂𝐖: Explicit sexual content (18+), semi-public sex (backyard, risk of getting caught), rough sex, praise kink, light possessive/jealousy elements

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Rafe can’t keep your hands off each other, even at a party. Sneaking into the Cameron’s backyard under the excuse of needing air, you end up pressed against the fence with his hand over your mouth — because anyone could hear.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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The party was loud — bodies, music, voices layered over one another like waves. You needed a break. Or maybe you just needed him.

Rafe followed you out the sliding glass door without a word.

It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.

You stepped into the cool night air, grass under your feet, the faint smell of salt in the distance. No one saw you slip into the shadows near the back of the yard, behind the tall hedge wall that cut off the light.

“Thought I told you not to wear this,” Rafe said behind you, voice low, hands already finding your waist.

You smirked, not turning around. “Thought you liked it.”

He was on you before you could tease him more — crowding you against the wooden fence, one hand sliding down to grip the curve of your ass.

“Every guy in that house was looking at you,” he muttered, lips at your ear. “And you act like you don’t know.”

Your breath hitched. His tone was dark, familiar — laced with that need to prove something. Not to them. To you.

“I don’t care about them,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” His hand slid beneath your dress, fingers dragging up your thigh. “Then why are you so wet already?”

Your mouth fell open. You hadn’t even noticed. But God, he was right.

“Because I knew what you’d do,” you said, barely a breath.

He groaned softly — then flipped you around, your back hitting the fence. He kissed you hard, hand moving fast under your panties, fingers sliding between slick folds.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Me sneaking you outside like a dirty little secret.”

You nodded, gasping as his fingers dipped inside you. Slow and deliberate.

But then they were gone.

He unzipped his jeans with one hand, the other over your mouth.

“I’m not gonna last,” he muttered, lining himself up. “Been thinking about this all night.”

He pushed inside in one deep thrust.

Your moan was muffled by his palm.

“Shh,” he warned. “They’re just inside.”

He thrust again. And again. Harder. Deeper.

The fence creaked.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want them to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

You couldn’t help it — your hips moved with him, chasing each brutal drag of his body against yours. He filled you perfectly. Stretched you open like he was meant to.

“You feel that?” he whispered, nipping your ear. “You take me so good. Like your body was made for mine.”

Your eyes rolled back. Your fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Clenching around me. Like you need to be full.”

Your climax hit sharp, fast — legs shaking as you came around him, his hand muffling your cry as he drove into you through it.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Gonna let me come inside? Stuff you full out here where anyone could find us?”

You whimpered into his hand, nodding helplessly.

He cursed softly, burying himself deep one last time and spilling inside you with a low, broken groan.

You both stayed like that for a second — bodies pressed together, panting, skin flushed in the moonlight.

When he finally pulled out, he tucked himself back in and adjusted your dress for you.

Then he leaned in, kissed you soft.

“You’re not just mine in secret,” he said. “One day, you’re gonna be mine everywhere.”

Your cheeks flushed deeper than they already were. “Promise?”

He smirked.

“Already is.”

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[rafesgiirl]

“Let them hear,” he growled. “Let them know who you’re with.”

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐 ~ 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rafe Cameron x Reader

𝐂𝐖: Explicit sexual content (18+), public sex themes (changing room with risk of discovery), dom/sub energy, rough language

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You look so good in the bikini you tried on so Rafe couldn’t stop himself and fucks you in the changing room.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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The boutique was stupid expensive and obnoxiously coastal. Wicker baskets. Linen everything. Beach-chic overkill. You were just trying on swimsuits for a weekend trip, but Rafe was restless — pacing, pretending to scroll his phone, leaning too long near the dressing room curtain.

“You’re taking forever,” he said, voice thick with amusement.

“You want me to pick something hot or not?”

“You are something hot.”

You paused. “Smooth.”

“Not trying to be.” His voice dropped just a bit. “Just honest.”

You peeked out, barely clad in a barely-there bikini. His eyes dipped low. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip like instinct.

“Turn around,” he said.

“No.”

“I said—”

“You gonna make me?”

That flicker passed over his face again—something dark, dangerous, familiar. He pushed past the curtain before you could stop him.

“Rafe!” you hissed, shoving at his chest. “This isn’t funny—someone could—”

He locked the door behind him.

“They won’t,” he said. “Not if you’re quiet.”

Your breath caught. He was already backing you against the wall, hand sliding up your exposed stomach, mouth grazing your ear.

“You really came in here thinking I’d behave?” he murmured.

You couldn’t think. Not when he was so close. Not when his fingers hooked the side of your bikini bottoms and tugged gently.

“Rafe…”

“Tell me no,” he whispered, nuzzling along your neck. “Tell me to leave.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t. You tilted your head instead, giving him more skin to taste.

“That’s what I thought.”

His hands were on you instantly, rough with intent. He kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in weeks. His thigh nudged between yours, pressing up, making your body arch before you could stop yourself.

You were still technically standing — one foot half in a sandal, bikini top tangled halfway on — when he spun you and pinned you against the mirrored wall. The cold glass made you shudder.

“Keep quiet,” he warned, voice thick. “You want them to hear how much you like this?”

“You’re an asshole.”

His hand slipped between your legs. “And you’re soaked.”

You hated how fast he could turn you on. Hated how much you loved it.

He tugged your bikini bottoms aside, fingers sliding through you with practiced confidence, coaxing another gasp from your throat before you could bite it back.

“You’ve been teasing me all day,” he said. “Acting like you didn’t know what that did to me.”

“You’re delusional.”

He grinned. “And you’re mine.”

Before you could respond, he was undoing his belt with one hand, holding you in place with the other. The sound of the zipper, the rustle of fabric—it all felt deafening in the quiet changing room.

Then he was pushing inside you in one swift, claiming thrust.

You bit down on your hand to muffle the sound that ripped from your throat.

Rafe swore under his breath. “Fuck, you feel—” He groaned against your ear, hips grinding into you. “So goddamn tight…”

You couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.

He moved with ruthless rhythm, holding you flush to the wall, your cheek pressed to the mirror, fogging it with every panting breath. His hand snaked around your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Anchoring.

“Let them hear,” he growled. “Let them know who you’re with.”

You whimpered, not in fear—but in need. The risk, the tension, the way he took you like no one else existed. Like you were his favorite mistake.

He slammed into you harder.

Your legs shook.

The mirror rattled.

You saw yourself—barely, between lashes and fogged breath—and what you saw there made your pulse spike. You, coming undone. Him, wild behind you, eyes dark, hair tousled, mouth at your shoulder like he was starving.

“You’re close,” he muttered. “I feel it.”

You nodded helplessly.

He reached down and rubbed you exactly where you needed it, fast and perfect and filthy. You choked back a cry, hands scrambling for purchase as your body exploded under him, pleasure crashing through you like a wave you couldn’t stop.

Rafe kept going—slamming into you once, twice more—before he came with a low, guttural growl, biting into your shoulder to muffle it.

You stayed like that for a moment: breathless, shaking, leaning on the mirror for balance.

Then—

A knock.

“Everything okay in there?” came a chipper female voice from outside.

Rafe smirked against your neck. You shoved him hard, barely catching your swimsuit bottom as it slipped.

“All good!” you called, voice cracking.

“Great,” the girl chirped. “Just let us know if you need any sizes.”

You waited until her footsteps faded before rounding on Rafe, red-faced and panting.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

He adjusted his shirt, smirking. “You sound like you loved every second.”

“Someone could’ve walked in.”

“But they didn’t.” He leaned in again. “And next time, maybe don’t pick the sluttiest bikini if you don’t want to get fucked.”

You slapped his chest, but he caught your wrist and kissed your knuckles.

“Get dressed,” he said. “We’re not done.”

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[rafesgiirl]

I need him to fuck me like that

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗 ~ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

(not a request!!! finished this yesterday and wanted to post this first so don’t worry, I didn’t forget you)

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealous!Rafe x Reader

𝐂𝐖: Explicit sexual content (18+), jealousy, rough (consensual) sex, possessive behavior, choking

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Rafe have been keeping things quiet—your friends wouldn’t get it, wouldn’t understand what he means to you. So at a party, you act normal. Friendly. Especially around other guys. But when Rafe sees too much, hears too much… he decides it’s time to remind you exactly who you belong to.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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It was supposed to be easy.

Act normal. Smile at your friends. Laugh at dumb jokes. Make it seem like you weren’t completely unraveling every time Rafe Cameron so much as looked at you from across the yard.

Because no one could know.

You had agreed on that.

They wouldn’t understand—why you’d fall for the guy with a dangerous smile and bruised knuckles. The guy who didn’t play by anyone’s rules except his own. The guy who ruined you every time you were alone.

So you smiled at Topper, at Kelce, even at that guy from your chem lab when he asked how your night was going. It wasn’t like you were flirting. You were just talking. Being normal.

But then you saw Rafe watching.

Leaning against the side of the house, jaw tight, beer forgotten in his hand. His eyes locked on you like a warning — like a fire that was one breath away from burning the whole party down.

You knew that look.

And suddenly, your stomach turned to heat.

You didn’t see him move. One second you were talking, and the next, his hand was on your lower back, steering you through the crowd with silent, dangerous focus.

He doesn’t speak until the bedroom door slams behind you.

“You think I’m just gonna stand there and watch you giggle like that for some loser?” he growls.

Your heart pounds. You back up a step. “Rafe—”

“No. Don’t ‘Rafe’ me.” His voice is low and hard. “You think I like hiding this? Watching you act like you don’t f***ing belong to me?”

“I wasn’t flirting—”

“I don’t care what you thought you were doing.”

He’s in front of you now, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching like he’s holding himself back.

“You wanna act like you’re normal?” he says, stepping in. “Like we’re not a thing?” He grabs your chin, tilts your face up to meet his eyes. “Fine. But don’t be surprised when I remind you exactly what you are.”

You barely have time to inhale before his mouth crashes into yours.

Hot. Bruising. Desperate.

It’s not tender. It’s not sweet. It’s the kind of kiss that says mine. The kind that turns your legs to jelly.

He spins you, pushes you onto the bed, yanks your skirt up with one hand and his belt open with the other.

“You want normal?” he hisses in your ear as he drags your panties down your thighs. “This normal enough for you?”

You gasp as he grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. When he pushes inside you—rough and all at once—you cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

“God—Rafe—”

“That’s right,” he grits. “Say my name. Say it like you mean it.”

He fucks into you hard, hips slapping against yours, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you down.

“You’re mine,” he growls, over and over, voice strained with need. “No more pretending. No more hiding.”

Every thrust feels like a claim. His body over yours, his grip on your throat, the sting of his teeth on your shoulder—it’s all heat and fury and need.

“You’re so tight like this,” he grunts. “Like your body knows it’s mine.”

You’re whimpering now, lost in it, your body trembling with the build-up.

“You gonna come?” he asks, his voice rough as he grabs your face, forcing you to look back at him. “You gonna come for the guy you pretended not to know ten minutes ago?”

Your cheeks burn with shame and lust. “Yes—Rafe, please—”

He groans, pace stuttering as he watches your face twist in pleasure. “Yeah. That’s right. Let them hear you.”

You come with a cry that’s barely a scream, your whole body convulsing around him.

He follows with a low, ragged groan, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you, panting against your back.

The room is silent for a long moment, save for the sounds of your breaths and his heartbeat pounding against your spine.

Then, softer:

“You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

You blink.

He’s still inside you, his hands now soft on your waist, lips brushing the back of your neck.

“You really think I care what they think?” he murmurs. “I’m not letting you go. I don’t care who knows.”

Your heart twists.

You turn your head, meeting his eyes.

“I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

He leans down, kisses you slow this time. Deep and honest.

“You can’t ruin it. You’re mine, and that’s never changing.”

And for once, you believe him.

Even if the whole island finds out tomorrow.

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[rafesgiirl]

Rafe yawns. “Don’t hold it against me. I’m, like… emotionally constipated.”

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You're Not Even That Hot (Except You Are)

You don’t mean to find him.

You weren’t even supposed to be at this party. You came for the free drinks, maybe a little dancing, definitely not to play emotional support animal for Rafe Cameron, certified menace and six-foot-tall hurricane with a trust fund.

But there he is. Face-down on a couch that does not belong to him, talking to a throw pillow.

You pause. Blink.

“Rafe?”

The pillow does not answer. Rafe, unfortunately, does.

“Shh,” he slurs, patting the pillow’s invisible shoulder. “She’s here. Act cool.”

You squint. “Who’s—?”

He rolls over dramatically and looks up at you with the laziest, smuggest grin, like this is all part of some long con. “You,” he announces. “My girlfriend.”

“I’m not your—”

“Shhh,” he says again, louder this time. “Don’t ruin it.”

You sigh, kneeling down beside him. “How much have you had to drink?”

He counts on his fingers. One. Two. Stops at two. “Eight.”

“Great. That explains why your wingman is a pillow”

Rafe frowns like you’re the one acting irrationally. “Pillow was being really understanding, actually.”

You roll your eyes and start checking his pulse just to be sure he’s not dying. “Where are your shoes?”

He gasps. “They left me.”

“Oh my god.”

You glance around for someone, anyone, to help. But it’s Outer Banks chaos as usual: music too loud, kids too rich, and not a responsible soul in sight. Lucky you.

You sigh again, louder this time, and tug his arm. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

To your surprise, he follows, sort of. He stumbles to his feet, promptly sways sideways, and ends up with his face smushed against your hair. “You smell good,” he mumbles.

“You smell like bad choices and tequila.”

He grins. “Hot.”

Ten minutes later. Your car.

Rafe is in your passenger seat with his legs dramatically spread like he owns the thing. Window down. Head tilted back. Groaning like he’s dying of heartbreak. You should leave him on the side of the road. You really should. Instead, you drive.

“You okay?” you ask, because you’re weak.

“I’m fine,” he says, then turns to look at you with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who drunkenly declared war on my shoes and then told a pillow to stop talking.”

He pauses. “Right. But you’re still the prettiest person in the car.”

“It’s just me and you, Rafe.”

“Exactly,” he whispers like it’s the biggest compliment he’s ever given.

You try not to smile. You fail.

Later. Your place.

You finally get him to drink water and lie down, and for a second, he just stares at your ceiling like it’s whispering secrets to him. Then:

“I like you.”

You freeze. “You’re drunk.”

He rolls onto his side, eyes half-lidded, voice soft now. “I liked you when I wasn’t.”

“You barely talk to me when you’re sober.”

He shrugs, sleepy. “’Cause I get weird. Like nervous. Like ‘guy who accidentally insults the girl he likes and then leaves the room’ nervous.”

You blink. “So the other day when you said I looked like I need to get out more...?”

“...I meant you’re smarter than me and it’s hot.”

“…Oh.”

Rafe yawns. “Don’t hold it against me. I’m, like… emotionally constipated.”

You snort. “That’s the most self-aware thing you’ve ever said.”

“Thank you,” he says seriously, like you’ve just knighted him.

You hand him a trash bin just in case. He smiles sleepily at you like you hung the moon.

“You gonna stay till I don’t feel like dyin'?” he asks.

You hesitate. Then nod.

He closes his eyes and whispers, “You’re not even that hot.”

You gape. “Excuse me?!”

His lips twitch. “Just making sure you’re still listening.”

You throw a pillow at him. He catches it, and then, with a ridiculous amount of effort, tosses it back into your lap. You roll your eyes and tuck the blanket around him.

Of all the disasters in the world… you had to go and catch feelings for this one.

Figures.

[rafesgiirl]

nooooo never fight again just love

the power play is one of the best fics I’ve ever read. Like seriously. I love the way you write dialogue and the dynamic between those two :)) for the blurbs, I was wondering if we could see more of how reader adjusts to their new relationship. though they’ve been doing the fake thing for a while now, do you think she gets hesitant about what to ask for in a relationship since this is her first one? like does she have a hard time telling rafe what she wants, whether that’s emotionally or physically? no pressure at all, but if you’d be interested in writing a little blurb that explores that dynamic, I’d be eternally grateful 🫶

thank you 🥹 writing their dialogue was my fav part!! omg you read my mind. this is why she needs sm reassurance once they start dating for real. it doesn’t go away on its own. and we know he has his own issues 😬 set in the power play au.

at the beginning of their relationship, they’re in a total honeymoon phase. arguments are rare and usually shallow and get resolved quickly, because they have a good understanding of one another.

but eventually, they start arguing more, and the fights get harder to resolve. she gets to a point where she’s so in love with him that it scares her, and she starts to think that she cares more about him than he does about her.

rafe gives her all the reassurance he can, but he starts to feel like he’s failing as a boyfriend if his girl is asking if he even likes her as often as she does.

and it’s a fear of his, not being enough. he starts getting defensive, leading her to spiral more. she worries she’s asking for too much, or maybe that she doesn’t even know how to ask for it in the right way.

on top of that, rafe has crazy bad insecurity. he gets horribly jealous at times. he knows how charming his girlfriend is and in his darkest times, he thinks she’s only with him because she could get along with anyone, and he was just there at the right time.

she doesn’t take his jealousy well. she tries to communicate to him that she needs him to trust her, but again, she doesn’t know what’s ‘normal’ and she second guesses herself a lot as they get more serious.

their differences are both good and bad, because they challenge each other, but they show love in opposite ways. he shows her he cares with actions, while she’s all about words, wanting to hear that she’s loved.

they have a lot to work though, but she eventually finds a balance of asking for reassurance from him, while also improving her own self-esteem so she doesn’t have to rely on him to make her feel worthy of love.

they both entered the relationship with very damaged hearts, and with time, they realize they can’t rely on the other to fix all the pain. they have work they have to do on themselves and sometimes, they need time apart to do that.