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ipetite69 · 1 month
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a sneak peak into the summer life of rafe's kook girlfriend pt 2.
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maybankiara · 4 months
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BONFIRE
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rafe cameron x reader summary: her restraint falls apart when rafe pulls her close during a bonfire. a/n: the only rafe fluff i’ll probably ever do. masterlist | tag list
sarah cameron’s brother is off limits. she watches him from afar, admiring the angle of his cheekbones, the sharpness of his mouth -- and his tongue. he’s her best friend’s brother, too, and she knows fair well that she’s off limits. he should be off limits.
she should know.
but she finds herself next to him, anyway, and there’s a bottle of beer in her hands. the bonfire warms them enough, but rafe still pulls her closer, his palm spread wide at her side. 
topper says nothing and neither does kelce, but she bites her lip to stop from smiling.
the one night sarah isn’t here. the one night she’s away with john b. 
that’s when the resistance slips and the orange-red light of the fire dances on rafe’s cheeks. there’s beer passing between them, and joints, and she’s laughing like never before. she leans into him, just a little bit.
just a little.
it means nothing.
rafe’s hand is now around her shoulders, and soon enough kelce and topper are away to get more drinks, and rafe’s hand is cupping the back of her shorts.
‘we can’t do this,’ she whispers.
rafe kisses her on the corner of her lips, teasing. ‘says who?’
‘sarah.’
‘sarah doesn’t care,’ he says, and kisses her on the other corner. ‘you’re your own person.’
she is, and maybe it’s the alcohol or the lighting or just rafe, but her hands grasp his face and she’s kissing him like he’s air to a drowning man. he reciprocates, and his hands are the only thing holding her together. 
kelce and topper come back, carrying two six-packs, and rafe’s hand never leaves the exposed skin on her side, thumb reaching just underneath her top. it feels like something. it feels like she should tell sarah, or hide it, or leave it for another day. 
she leans into rafe. she doesn’t know where this leads---if anywhere---but she feels excitement bubbling in the bottom of her stomach. so when, at the end of the night, he says ‘you’re coming home with me,’ she finds herself willing to go.
wherever he’ll take her.
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jaydaaasworld · 19 days
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Hey guys I have a flight tomorrow and need wattpad recommendations that I can save to offline for it
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Rafe Cameron
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANY OF MY WORK TO BE COPIED, PUBLISHED, AND/OR TRANSLATED ON ANY PLATFORM INCLUDING TUMBLR.
Warnings: None
Y/n is a female in this
Y/h/t stands for Your Hair Texture
Rafe Cameron was thinking about Y/n Y/l/n again. Y/n was an attractive woman with Y/H/T and Y/E/C.
Rafe walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved the amazing Beach House with its boiled, blue ocean. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the curious figure of Y/n Y/l/n.
Rafe gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was handsome, insecure, and mental with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His friends saw him as scary, rich, and handsome. Once, he had even brought a terrified Y/n back from the brink of death.
But not even a person who had once brought a terrified Y/n back from the brink of death was prepared for what Y/n had in-store today.
The sun teased her skin like a loving embrace, making Rafe flustered. Rafe grabbed a beautiful necklace that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Rafe stepped outside and Y/n came closer, he could see the mischievous glint in her eye.
Y/n gazed at Rafe with such affection you'd think she was looking at the most beautiful thing on earth. She looked at him and said, in a calm tone, "I love you and I want your love."
Rafe looked back, even more, flustered and still fingering the beautiful necklace. "Y/n, I love you too," he replied.
They looked at each other with flustered feelings, like. Hearts were pumping at a very intense party, which had rock music playing in the background and two childhood best friends that haven’t seen each other in years hugging and swaying to the beat Rafe regarded Y/n's Y/H/T and Y/E/C. "I feel the same way!" revealed Rafe with a delighted grin.
Y/n looked insecure, her cheeks flushing like a rich, red rose.
Then Y/n came inside for a nice drink of beer.
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rafescokewhore · 4 months
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》 better than me? — rafe cameron
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ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe cameron x f!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.1k (almost 3.2k, i had too much fun)
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, multiple uses of the c word, rough sex, jealous!rafe, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, name calling (slut, whore), slightly dark!rafe?, hair pulling, creampie, semi-proofread. let me know if i missed any!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: based on this ask from @youngcreatorlady !
ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: i am such a whore for yacht sex with rafe. it’s an unhealthy obsession. i need rafe to fuck me on his boat. anywho- i had so much fun writing this so i hope you enjoy it! <3
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the hot sun beat down on your skin, a majority of your skin exposed due to your bikini. your "whore bikini" as rafe called it due to it leaving little to the imagination. you had a drink in your hand, conversing lightly with topper with kelce as rafe was down in the cabin getting some drinks ready.
"so, y/n, how's the new job?" topper turns to you, smiling politely as he takes another sip of his drink. you had just recently accepted a new job as a hairdresser at outer banks finest.
"it's going really great!" you respond gleefully, "the girls there are so sweet and have been so welcoming," you nod smiling.
"that's really great!" topper cheers. "i may have to come in just so you can do my hair," he gives you his most charming smile. a bit weird, you think, but you smile sweetly at him, thinking not much of it.
"it's so interesting-" topper begins, pointing to you as you threw stand around the table on the deck. "every hairdresser i have ever seen has always been gorgeous... so you fit right in!" topper gives a radiant smile and now you know he's definitely flirting. if rage knew that his best friend was trying to pull something like this... topper would be lost at sea.
kelce's eyes widen at toppers flirtatious remark, his eyes narrowing on you. you just nod and smile politely at topper's comment, not wanting to draw attention and get rafe involved. you remember the last time rafe found out some dude was flirting with you...
flashback
"she's fucking mine!" he screamed, his fists colliding left and right with the man's face. blood pouring out of the man's face but rage didn't give a damn. he was seeing red and no one was stopping him, so he continued until he eventually got pulled away.
end of flashback
there was finally a few moments of silence... awkward silence but it was better than topper flirting with you. you took a sip of your alcohol, praying he didn't continue to flirt with you anymore because it was really cringey and made you a bit weirded out.
"have you guys ever thought about the fact that our birth certificates are just baby receipts?" you question, breaking the awkward silence. you just couldn't take it anymore, you cut the awkwardness with a knife and you had to find something to say.
"what?" kelce laughs, looking at you strangely. topper on the other hand has a good chuckle before his eyes and smile linger on you, looking your body up and down. and suddenly you're uncomfortable in your bikini...
you wanted to go find rafe and ask for a shirt to cover up with but today was blazing with heat and you know he'd be suspicious if you asked for something that would only contribute to you having a heat stroke.
"so she's beautiful, and witty," topper smiles, continuing to eye your body up and down. screw rafe at this point, you were ready to punch this fucker yourself.
you chuckled lightly, trying not to lose your shit. kelce takes notice of your apprehensive body language. he taps topper on the shoulder and motions him further to the bow, away from where you were all currently standing. you silently thanked kelce just as rafe came back up to deck, bringing the drinks over to the table you were standing it.
you look at him, smiling and thanking him for grabbing those. you tried appear as inconspicuous as possible, but toppers words kept replaying, making you more and more uncomfortable. you couldn't wait for him to leave but you were grateful rafe was back up here. topper would never dream of saying that kind of shit in front of rafe.
"doin' okay baby?" rafe asks, pulling your body close to his. you smile warmly, nodding your head as you both looked out off the boat and at the beautiful scenery you were lucky enough to surround yourself with.
as the night went on, you stayed as far away from topper as you could, without being too obvious. he kept eyeing you whenever rafe would look away or was too indulged in conversation with kelce to notice. as the beers came and went in his hand, toppers eyes became more curious to your body. you're almost sure there was not a single part of your body untouched by topper's eyes, aside from the covered parts thanks to your bikini. but despite him not physically seeing those parts, he definitely imagined what they looked like and the thought made your skin crawl.
finally, around 11 p.m., kelce and topper said their farewells and exited the boat, heading back up the dock. you sighed out thankfully, grabbing the stray solos cups and beer bottles that the guys had left behind. you met rafe down in the cabin, tossing the bottles and cups into the trash, sitting down comfortably onto the couch there.
"are you alright?" rafe turns to you, his brows furrowed together. you nodded, "why wouldn't i be?" you asked. i mean, your best friend was hella flirting with me all night but i can't tell you or you'd kill him is exactly what you wanted to scream at rafe.
"you've just been a bit off," rafe shrugs. you shrug in response, looking down at your hair as you twirl it around your fingers. "i'm fine," you insist.
"nah, you're twirling your hair. you do that when you're anxious," rafe points, leaning against the counter, facing you. how well this man knew you was both attractive, and disturbing.
you sigh, throwing your hands down on your lap with a smack, looking around the room, trying to figure out how you were going to tell rafe. you just needed to be honest and tell him what topper was saying, even if it caught topper under fire.
"what's bothering you, baby?" rafe cocks his head to the side, worried about you, but waiting for you to answer.
"uhm... topper was sort of flirting with me earlier," you couldn't bother to make eye contact with rafe, your fingers rapidly twirling with your hair. rafe crosses his arms and looks at you, confused.
"what do you mean 'sort of'?" rafe asks and for a moment, he sounds like he doesn't believe you which would really just be the icing on the cake to this whole situation.
"he kept calling me beautiful and was practically eye fucking me all night. he'd do it whenever you weren’t looking or paying attention," you look at rafe anxiously, now twiddling with your bikini strings. rafe seems to process this information for a moment before his nostrils flare and you know he's getting pissed.
"why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier? i could've helped you avoid that," rafe's hand is out in your direction, using his hands was his way of communication at best.
"i had assumed that if i told you, you would've beat him to a pulp," you shrug, your voice much softer now.
"you're damn right i would've," rafe nods, proving your case and point. he turns around, putting his hands on the counter and hanging his head low. you eye him carefully, unsure if he's going to blow over to cool down. the perks of being rafe, you never knew what side you'd get.
"it's really fucking stupid you didn't tell me. really fucking dumb," rafe rasps. you nod, biting your thumb as you look out one of the windows, unsure about where this was going.
"to think that fucker thinks he's got a shot," rafe balls his fists, slamming them down on the countertop, making you flinch automatically. you stand up slowly, approaching rafes backside with caution. he whips around, startling you once again.
"do you want him?" his words are laced with venom and he's being... serious? you look up at him stunned, taking in notice to his muscles bulging from his tense state.
"w-what?" you stutter, looking at your boyfriend with curiosity. who knew that you telling him about topper flirting, would somehow turn back around on you. rafe nods, taking a step towards you.
"you heard me. you wanna fuck topper?" his words cut through you like a knife. you've only ever eyes for rafe. even before the two of you were together, all you could ever think about was rafe. he was always yours and you were always his.
"what the fuck, rafe! no!" you shake your head, a bit insulted rafe would even suggest something so ludicrous. how dare he, honestly. rafe's eyes narrow on you, looking at your breasts, then your crotch. you glare at him as you walk past him towards the door of the cabin, but rafe grips your bicep forcing you in place. he takes the opportunity to turn you around, facing him as he takes a few steps closer, now just a few inches from you. you back up, your hips hitting the countertop, gripping it tightly as rafe remains close.
"you don't think topper could touch you better than i could?" rafe's eyes stay down, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing your hips ever so softly.
"n-no," you breathed out, your body already responding to his touch. you gripped the countertop tighter, your knuckles turning white.
"hmm," rafe's fingers gently tug on the strings holding the left side of your bikini together. the strands come undone and you let out a shaky breath, rafe taking notice. his eyes flicker to yours for just a moment before his eyes feast on your newly exposed hip.
"are you sure?" rafe leans in, his lips hovering over your neck as his hot breaths attack your sensitive skin. you shiver, biting your lip and silently begging and pleading for him to touch you.
you nod in response to rafe, his fingers graze across your clothed pussy as he makes his way to your other hip. you suck in a harsh breath, watching rafe's movements closely. his fingers toy with the strings of your bikini bottoms before tugging again and exposing your soaked cunt in one switch move, your bikini bottoms dropping to the floor with a clink.
"do you think topper could work his fingers better than me?" he whispers. you shudder in response, your pussy absolutely aching for his touch. you exhale, closing your eyes and biting your lip harshly. you shake your head just as rafe closes the gap between the two of you, his lips attaching to your neck. his fingers continue to work your newly unclothed crotch, gathering your slick onto his fingers before suddenly plunging two fingers into your soaked heat.
"fu-uck," you inhale sharply, tensing your body for a moment at the sudden contact from rafe. after he pumps his fingers a few times, you relax yourself a bit more. gripping tightly onto rafe's broad shoulders, your head lols back, resting against the top cabinet. this allows rafe to attach his lips to your neck again, this time with more access.
"how's that feel, baby? still think i'm better?" rafe exhales deeply, watching every muscle contract under your tanned skin as you wriggle, rafe's fingers picking up a relentless pace. you nod your head, whimpering and your eyes squeeze shut.
"words baby, use that pretty little mouth and talk to me," rafe presses, watching as his fingers massage your spongey walls, his digits coated in your juices.
"yes, rafe. you're b-better," you manage, short of breath. you eyes squeeze shut again as you feel your orgasm building up. your mouth falls open, looking down at where rafe's fingers were working their magic. fuck he was so good. however, rafe caught on to your orgasm approaching and quickly pulled his fingers out.
"rafe, what the fuck?!" you glare at him, your arms out in protest. he says nothing, just grips your hips and flips you around, him now behind you. he bends you over, his fingers trail lightly over your spine, goosebumps following in his wake.
"you think topper could fuck you better?" rafe asks maliciously, his eyes trailing all over your backside. he lands a harsh slap on your exposed ass cheek. you help out in response, rafe immediately soothing over the area as the pink, puffy handprint makes its welcome.
"answer me," he demands, his large hand touching your other ass cheek and you know what's coming. bracing yourself, your other ass cheek is left the same as the other. you buck your hips forward as the sudden stinging takes over. "huh? you think topper could fuck you better?" he growls. you shake your head quickly, hoping he will give your sore ass a chance to cool down.
"no, rafe, only you could fuck me good," you whined out, desperate for his cock inside you. rafe smacks your ass again. "guess we're about to find out..." he grins, dropping his pants and taking his shaft in his hand. you turn and look over your shoulder, watching as rafe cocks his thick cock a few times before pressing the tip to your entrance. he rubs his tip against your lubricated hole, before burying himself inside you. your jaw falls slack, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as rage eases his thick length into you. it seems no matter how many times you and rafe fuck, his size always baffles you, stretching you so good.
"oh fuck," rafe grunts as he reaches the hilt, stopping for a moment. "you're squeezin' me so tight princess," he grips the back of your neck as he adjusts himself behind you.
"fuck, you feel so good, rafe," you moan, your head already going fuzzy. rafe notices and chuckles. "i haven't even moved yet, darling, and you're already cock drunk," he muses as he shakes his head. another harsh smack lands to your ass cheek, rafe gently rubbing the reddened flesh. he begins moving his cock in and out slowly for a moment while you're still clenching around him tightly.
rafe reaches up from under you, his fingers dipping into your bikini top, pushing the two pieces of fabric aside exposing both your hardened nipples. rafe pinches one gently before kneading the whole breast in his hand. you instantly relax a little more, sighing, which allows rafe to finally move. his fingers thread through your hair, grinning a fist full of it and bringing your body up, flush against bare torso.
"maybe if my sweet little baby would've told daddy sooner that his friend was flirting with her, he would be gentle with her," rafe whispers, sending chills down your spine. his words were sexy, but oh so hostile and you'd knew you were about to regret keeping that from rafe in the morning. when you'd wake up, your pussy would be raw and abused, aching for days which would ultimately lead to you not being able to walk.
rafe's hand on your back forcing you to bend back over the countertop and before you can even take a single breath, his hips came smacking into yours. his pace becomes relentless, his tip hitting your cervix every time he thrusts in.
"fuck, rafe!" you scream out, things knocking off the counter as your hands aren't sure where to grip. you close your eyes, as he pounds your crying cunt.
"such a fucking slut, i bet you liked all the attention from topper," rafe grunts, his fingers finding your nipples again, pinching harshly. you let out a yelp, backing your hips up into rafe.
"answer me," he taunts, driving his cock in out feverishly. the sensation was painful and pleasurable and you weren't sure if you should cry, moan, or do both. you body was filled with pure ecstasy, something rafe never had a problem making you feel.
“no, rafe! i only like attention from you,” you cry out, moaning around rafe’s hand that he just clamped over your mouth.
“he even tries to talk to what’s mine again, i’ll fucking kill him,” he bites, releasing his hand from your mouth allowing your moans and cries to be free. between the heat outside and the heat between the two of you, the windows littering the cabin were completely fogged up. the air surrounding you both felt steamy.
“fuck, it feels so good daddy,” you moaned out, your body going into overdrive. your entire body lit up, feeling tingly as rafe’s cock kept its persistent abuse against your cervix. rafe’s moans from above you were growing louder, and farther apart signaling he was likely close.
“you like being fucking liked a whore, don’t you?” he smirks, watching his length appear and disappear back into your reddened cunt. you were already growing sore, but your orgasm was so close. you moan out, your tits bouncing to meet the urgency of his thrusts.
you nod, squeezing your eyes shut as your pussy clenches around rafe once again, your orgasm riding closer and closer.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” rafe moans lowly, grabbing a fistful of your hair again. he hand squeezes tightly as his thrusts suddenly begin to falter.
“oh god, raaaffee!” your moans were absolutely obscene at this point but neither of you could give a fuck. your orgasm hit you hard, your pussy convulsing around rafes cock. this pushes rafe over the edge, “shit,” he moans, smacking your ass once more as his cock shoots thick, hot ropes of cum, coating your walls. slowly, his movements fade until he eventually comes to a complete stop, breathing heavily. both your skin is hot, sticky, and glistening with perspiration. it had become unbearably hot in here that it was becoming hard to breathe.
rafe looks down, admiring the large red handprints left on your asscheeks, knowing you’d have to walk back to the truck with them on full display. he grips your hips roughly as he keeps you in place while he slowly pulls himself out. you shudder at the pain, breathing through it.
you stand up slowly, turning around to face rafe who’s pulling up his swim trunks. he smiles and chuckles when he takes in your red cheeks, sweaty features that make your hair stick to your face. you smile back at your boyfriend, looking absolutely fucked out. rafe smooths your hair back so it’s not sticking to your face anymore and leans on, closing the gap between you two. his lips brush against yours for a moment before he claims them, nibbling on your bottom lip. the salty taste lingered in the kiss until he pulled away, thumb stroking your pink cheeks.
“i love you,” he smiles. your eyes light up at him, letting out a breathy laugh. “i love you,” you say, wiping off your face in attempt to get rid of the sweat.
“i’m serious about what i said earlier,” rafe says. you look at him questioningly as you pick up your bottoms, putting them back on and tying them to hold their place.
“if topper ever talks to you again, it’ll be the last thing he ever does,”
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cal-flakes · 15 days
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Hello! Could you write something where reader and rafe are together for a while and completely obsessed with each other.. one day someone new to the island makes a negative comment about them and rafe hears about it
got a couple hurt/comfort requests so here u go xxx
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— laughter and embers from the log fire filled the air, comfortable sounds of waves crashing mixed with chatter, from everyone, from all sides of the island could be heard. and it made your heart swell.
but not nearly as much as the sight of your ever so gloomy boyfriend smiling; that’s right ladies and gentleman, rafe cameron had a smile on his face, a rare sight to behold. and it only made yours bigger, so much so that your cheeks hurt.
you sat comfortably on his lap, strong arms keeping you in places while he conversed with the other kooks, occasionally pressing the odd kiss to your shoulder, until you excused yourself. “m’gonna get another drink, want one?” you cooed, raking your manicured nails through the tiny growth of his buzzed hair. “m’all good kid, hold on— i’ll come with you”
after a minor dispute, nothing harmful, just his usual protectiveness kicking in, he finally agreed to let you go alone, seeing as it was ‘only over there’ you’d whined. you were a big girl, you could do things by yourself.
and you did, and yet, you’d come back sniffling. “hey—hey! c’mere, what’s wrong?” rafe almost shouted, heart beating at the sight of you, mascara smeared around your under eyes, nose red from running. shaking your head, you snuggled into his chest, desperately avoiding his prying gaze, yet only managed to draw more attention. “use your words alright? can’t help if i don’t know what’s going on kid” he sighed, pulling you from his chest and taking your chin in his hand.
“c-called me a stuck up bitch” you spluttered, struggling to catch your breath while rafe’s caught in his throat. it was like a switch, something going off in his mind as the words left your mouth. “who? tell me who angel”
“jj— he stopped me at the drinks bar”
“maybank, course it was fuckin’ maybank” he muttered, hands squeezing your face scarily tight, causing you to wince. “shit, m’sorry kid” he hummed, pressing a hard kiss to your chin before standing up, placing you in his warmed seat. “top— c’mon man, kelce— you keep an eye on her, alright?” he instructed, eyes avoiding your tearful gaze, not wanting your sweet little pout to distract him from what was about to go down.
“no—no rafe! please, jus’ sit with me, s’fine” you cried out, reaching for his arm as he began pulling away. turning back round, he knelt to your level— taking your face between his palms.
“listen angel, i love you— i really do, and that’s why he can’t get away with this, m’kay?”
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xorafe · 27 days
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cam girl (part four)
pairing rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
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summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.
{ read part one here }
{ read part two here }
{ read part three here }
+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*
You don’t know how you got through the rest of your housekeeping shift after being with Rafe. You don’t even know how you got through the rest of the day.
He still wants you to host private sessions for him, still wants to pay to watch you do things to yourself. So here you are, obeying him as usual, sitting on your bed, in front of your laptop, dressed in white lingerie and aching for a release.
figure8 has joined the session.
figure8: hi princess
“Don’t ‘hi, princess’ me, Rafe,” you say. “You have any idea how I feel right now?”
You’re still so pent up from how be denied you an orgasm earlier that day. After work, you tried to study, but you were so distractedly horny.
Still, you listened to his instructions not to give yourself the release you needed until you were on camera with him tonight. And even through the frustrating anticipation, knowing your next orgasm has his name on it, knowing he wants to dominate you like this, is so gratifying.
figure8: someone’s grumpy
figure8 tipped you $500.
figure8: feel better?
You stifle your smirk.
“Can I open this yet?” you ask, holding the box he gave you, still sealed.
figure8: you dont have to hide your face anymore
You instinctually arranged yourself how you always did when you set up your camera, but you realize he’s right. He’s seen your face already. He’s seen everything already.
You reposition to show all of you on the screen, viewing the mirror image, the pout on your face apparent.
figure8: my pretty girl. i cant stop thinking about how your face looked covered in my cum today
You can’t control your smile at his message. Shit. You were supposed to be mad at him.
“Speaking of cumming…” you say slyly. “When can I?” Your confidence is always so high, your attitude so ballsy when you’re on cam.
It’s like the real you comes out, no inhibitions whatsoever. You still can’t believe how speechless he had you in his bedroom earlier today, but you know the next time you see him in person, you’ll be able to talk to him the way you always do on during your video sessions.
figure8: open the box
You sigh a breath of relief, pulling off the pink bow and taking off the cover. On a bed of white silk lays a small, pink c-shaped sex toy. You turn it over in your hands, trying to see how it works. The chat chimes.
figure8: you look so cute trying to figure it out
“Stop teasing me,” you tell him.
figure8: no
You continue to study the item Rafe bought you, slowly understanding what part is supposed to go inside of you and what part is supposed to go against your clit.
But there aren’t any buttons.
“How does this work, baby?” you ask, your frustration dissolving as curiosity takes over.
figure8: ready?
Seconds later, you feel the toy buzz in your hands.
“Are you… controlling this?” you ask, amused. You would have never expected Rafe to be so kinky.
figure8: get naked and put it in your pussy
Eagerly, you strip off your bra and panties, spreading your legs in front of the camera like you’re straddling your laptop.
figure8: wait
You sit with your legs spread, feeling your eyebrows furrow. He’s making you wait again?
figure8: just want to look at that sweet pussy again. you tasted so good
You think back to Rafe’s head between your legs earlier that day, the way his mouth lapped and fluttered over your folds.
You can see on the screen that you have small marks on the inside of your thighs. He left hickies on you with all his teasing. He put marks on you, like he promised he would.
“You like when I do this, don’t you?” you ask, pulling your pussy lips apart.
figure8: i’m hard as fuck
“Yeah?” you coo. “You ate me out so nice today. Hopefully next time you’ll let me finish.”
figure8: so desperate for me
You put your hand at your center, rubbing right where you’re throbbing to at least ease the pain just a bit.
“Can I use the toy, baby?” you try to sweet-talk him.
figure8: go ahead. put it in and stay sitting just like that
You pick up the silicone toy, sliding the bottom part into your hole and shuddering. The top curve rests against your clit and you sit back, hands behind you as you support yourself.
figure8: i love seeing that cunt full
“When is it going to be full with your dick?”
figure8: when i say so
You sigh and grind your hips forward. The toy gently buzzes inside of you and you dip your head back, a choked moan spilling out of your lips.
The vibrations are rhythmic and far apart, but at least you’re finally getting some stimulation.
The other part of the vibrator starts moving, suctioning over your clit. The sensation of both ends working you, of knowing Rafe is controlling it on the other side of town, lying in his bed and watching you with his hard dick in his hand, adds to how hot all of this is.
You arch your back as the toy buzzes and sucks and you start to roll your hips.
The chat chimes.
figure8: keep your eyes on the screen so u can see how pretty u look when you’re moaning
“Okay,” you obey breathlessly. You watch yourself on the screen, tits out, pussy squeezing around the toy Rafe bought you.
He keeps the same low setting on for a few minutes and you softly moan through the sensations. He knows this isn’t enough to make you cum but you don’t want to whine.
figure8: ready for more?
“Please,” you plead. The buzzing in you grows stronger, your walls clenching around the toy. “Shit, Rafe.”
figure8: feels good?
“So good,” you sighed. “So fucking good.”
figure8: play with your tits for me, princess
You sit up, putting your hands over your chest, fondling your breasts. You pinch your nipples and rub your fingers over them.
figure8: my good girl
The vibrator’s buzzing gets even more intense and you squeeze your legs together to get the most out of it.
The toy immediately stops moving.
“Rafe,” you groan.
figure8: you didn’t listen
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you shudder. You spread your legs for him again and look at the screen at your own desperate expression. Thankfully, you feel the toy move again, but it’s at the low setting you started at.
You won’t complain. He’ll delay the orgasm even more.
Eventually, you’re at the second level again and you quiver at how good it feels.
“Can we go a little faster? Please?” you purr, the knot inside you tightening.
figure8: god i thought i could do this but i can’t. where are you. i need to fuck you
The message makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. The thought of him pounding into you on your bed, of you not having to make yourself cum with your hand or a toy, thrills you.
“Now who’s impatient?” you ask with a smirk.
figure8: whats the address
“Let me just type it out for you,” you say slowly, enjoying this small window of control you’re in.
You type it out in seconds, but keep your hands over the keyboard before sending it to purposely make him wait, tits squeezed together up to the camera for him to see.
He only messages your name and you laugh at his neediness. Then a second message comes in.
figure8: you’ll pay for this
“Scary,” you mock. In reality, you’re really excited to see what punishment looks like to him. You finally hit the enter key.
figure8 tipped you $1000.
Rafe leaves the chat.
The fact that he still paid you is a pleasant surprise. In just a few days, you’ve fattened up your bank account quite nicely just from pleasuring yourself for him.
There’s a knock at your apartment door after what feels like an eternity. You open it a few inches, peeking out to see Rafe, and you shield yourself with the door as you open it to avoid anyone else in the hallway possibly seeing you nearly naked.
You figured there was no reason getting fully dressed, only putting your panties on.
With how much he loves to tell you he owns you, you’re sure Rafe wouldn’t take it well if a neighbor accidentally saw you exposed. He won’t even allow you to cam for other guys anymore.
You lock the door, leaning back on it with your arms crossed.
He towers over you, his presence so damn demanding in your tiny apartment. Your whole place would fit in his bedroom. He probably hasn’t ever been inside a home this small.
His eyes are fixed on your tits, the burning in his eyes giving you a warm sense of satisfaction.
“What was it that made you need to come fuck me yourself?” you ask with a smirk.
Maybe it’s because you’re in your own home, but now you have the confidence to tease him how you always do on cam, the shock of him knowing who you were during your sessions now worn off.
Rafe’s clearly amused, closing the distance between you, placing a hand up on the door as he dips his head to look down at you.
“You’re acting like you weren’t just asking when you can get my dick inside you,” he says, voice deep and dripping with desire. His lips curl into a smile, his perfect teeth peeking behind them.
Your fingers feverishly find the hem of his t-shirt and you start to pull it up, hungry to see him naked again.
“Can’t wait for it, can you?” Rafe asks, standing straight and bunching the fabric between his shoulder blades, pulling the shirt off for you and dropping it.
“I’m not the one who just drove all the way over here to fuck,” you taunt. Your eyes fall down his toned chest, the ridges of his abs. “And I’m needy?”
You love this back-and-forth power struggle with him. It’s like a game, a competition to see which one of you is more desperate for the other.
And honestly, it feels a little like payback for the orgasm he denied you today.
He brings his hands up your sides, sliding up to your tits, putting his cool palms on your chest and squeezing and fondling in a way that makes you sigh with pleasure.
“I have to fuck that attitude out of you,” he huffs. You giggle at his words, feeling your core pulse with desire.
Before you started anything with him, you thought Rafe was just another privileged, entitled asshole who’s painfully hot and knows it. But you’re actually having fun with him, teasing each other like this.
Your hands wander over his hard chest, smoothing over his worked out pecs.
“You can try,” you retort. He leans down and locks his lips on yours. His body curls up against you, your back pressed against the door as he grinds against you, his cock hard.
His hands cup your ass and he suddenly hikes you up. You wrap your arms and legs around him, your damp panties pressed against his hard stomach.
You dip your head into the crook of his neck and he smells like expensive cologne and salty sweat and man, making the tension coil inside you even tighter.
“Show me where you fuck yourself for me every night,” he orders, breath hot against your ear.
You pull back to meet his eyes, looking down at him through heavy lids. You wordlessly motion to the open door into your bedroom.
Rafe carries you through your apartment and lowers you onto your bed, hovering over you as he continues to kiss you roughly, tongue tumbling with yours. He traps your bottom lip between his teeth, the twinge of pain mixing so well with the pleasure.
You feel his hand rest on your pussy and your nerves are on fire.
“This is mine,” he rasps against your lips.
“Yours,” you say.
He rubs over your panties in broad circles, dipping his head down to your collarbone, tongue slowly darting out as he sucks. You’re sure he’ll leave another hickey on you.
You feel him press his finger over your hole, nudging the fabric of your panties against you.
You’ve officially lost all your patience.
“Please fuck me,” you say. You’re not even being needy because he likes it - you are fully desperate. “I’ll beg as much as I need to, okay? Just… please. I need you so fucking bad.”
Rafe pulls away, looking down at you in the dim light of your bedroom. His smirk is so damn smug and so damn arrogant. You’re stroking his ego and he loves it.
“I told you that you’ll pay for that little game you played,” Rafe threatens.
“Rafe,” you moan, squirming below him.
“I thought you might touch yourself the second you got home… but I can tell you listened to me.”
“I did,” you reassure him. “Do whatever you want to me. Just let me cum.”
“Whatever?” he echoes, dimples taunting you. You bring your hands up to his shoulders, nails digging into the back of his neck. This is fucking torture.
“Anything, Rafe,” you promise.
“What if I want you on your knees so I can fuck that pretty mouth as hard as I want?” The thought makes you feel like you’ve entirely drenched your underwear.
“Yes, yes,” you say, nodding desperately. “Please. Anything.”
He laughs so damn pompously and degradingly, like your need for him is comical.
“It’s not funny,” you whine.
“I’d be balls deep in you right now if you didn’t fuck with me,” he tells you. You regret not just giving him your address immediately. Teasing him wasn’t worth it.
He gets up, taking his hand off your pussy and encircling your wrist, beckoning you to sit up.
“On the floor, princess,” he instructs.
You quickly settle on the rug next to your bed, knees on the floor and hands on your lap as you look up at him.
Rafe stands and unzips his jeans in front of you and pulls them down, left in gray briefs that do no work hiding the thick shape of his dick.
When he takes off his last piece of clothing, his cock bucks out, precum already leaking out the tip. You could tease him about how horny he is for you, but you know better.
He starts to slowly stroke his length.
“Eyes up,” he says. You obey and look up at him, knowing the amused, perverse way he’s gazing down at you will not soon leave your memory. You don’t want it to.
He pats his dick on your parted lips, your bottom lip quivering beneath the weight of it.
“You sucked it so good today,” Rafe taunts. “And look at you doing it again. You like this cock?”
“I love it,” you tell him.
He pinches your chin so you’ll open your mouth wider and slowly pushes himself in, his breath shaky as your mouth takes him all.
The base of his cock presses against your nose and you squeeze your fists tight, pussy aching in need. As bad as you want him inside of you, this feeling is so fucking perfect.
He puts his hands on the sides of your head, thumbs pressed on your temples.
“You’re gonna keep that pretty mouth open just like this, okay?” he instructs.
You nod, mouth full.
He pulls back, then pumps back into you. You gag and you hear him groan.
“That fucking sound…” he says.
He bucks in and out again, faster this time. You close your eyes from the pleasure of being used by him like this.
“Eyes.” His voice is husky. You meet his gaze again. “Good girl.”
Rafe’s pumps start to speed up, the tip of his dick sliding deep in your throat. His grip on your head tightens as he starts to lose himself in the feeling, his groans so damn hot that you wish you were recording this so you could play it back the next time you’re touching yourself.
But then again, it seems like Rafe has full control over when and where and how you masturbate.
He keeps fucking your face and you choke again after a deep thrust, starting to slobber on his cock. He pumps once more, deep, and you let out a strangled gag, tears forming.
He pulls out suddenly, his eyes frantically searching yours.
“Is it too much?” The concern on his face, the fact that he’s checking in on you like this, makes you realize just how wrong you were about this man. He is so much more than you thought.
Even in the eroticism of the moment, your heart feels like it flutters from Rafe’s display of care.
“No,” you tell him, wiping the spit around your mouth off with the back of your hand. “Keep going.”
He enters your mouth again and you fucking love it. The way he tastes, how hard he is, how smooth he is. It’s perfection.
Rafe returns to his fast pace, rocking in and out of your mouth, his eyes on yours the entire time. After a few more thrusts, he takes out his wet cock and puts one hand on the base of his length and the other at the back of your neck.
“You need to be fucked, don’t you, princess?” he asks.
“Please,” you whisper, anticipating bubbling inside of you. Finally, his cock will be right where you need it.
He applies pressure to the back of your neck, beckoning you to stand. On weak knees, you lift yourself up and let him guide you down onto your bed.
You lie on your back and Rafe leans down to slide his fingers under the band of your panties. You put your legs together so he can slide them down and off of you.
The mattress sinks as he bows to lie over you, his hands on the bed at either side of your head. You gaze up at him, the planes of his cheeks, the slope of his nose.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” Rafe rasps.
You’re thinking the same thing about him, but you’re so starved that you can’t say a single word.
Your cunt is dripping and goosebumps spread across every inch of your naked body. And you’ve never been happier that you’re on the pill, so you can feel him fuck you without a barrier.
One of his hands dip low to guide himself into you and you swear that you can see stars once you feel his tip nudge against your opening.
You shut your eyes and hear his sharp intake of breath as he enters you fully.
“God,” you shudder, the weakness in your voice shocking you. Nobody has ever had this effect on you, felt this nice in you. “Oh, my God.”
“Shit, that’s so fucking good,” he praises, bottoming out inside of you.
It hurts a little at first. You expected it with his size. But your body adjusts quickly and you feel nothing but bliss.
You find the strength to link your legs around him tightly, trapping him, afraid he’ll tease you again.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” Rafe says with a chuckle, bending to press his lips against yours.
His weight is on you, his dick is filling you, his lips are pulling yours, and you want to stay in the moment forever.
He seems to savor the feeling of being inside of you for a moment, and then pulls back and plunges deep inside you again. You turn your head to the side, away from his mouth so you can speak.
“Harder, please,” you beg impatiently.
“We have all night,” he says. You can feel his smile against your cheek.
You let out a hopeless whimper and he seems to have a moment of sympathy, realizing just how tortuously he’s been teasing you.
Rafe pulls back then rocks back into you harder, jolting your body with pleasure. The bed starts to squeak as he rolls his hips, thrusting in and out of you.
You groan, hooking your arms around him, hands pressed on his shoulders. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot on you.
His muscles flex under your palms as he jerks his fat cock into you, rubbing against your walls, reaching deep inside you.
“You like that?” he whispers, his hot breath pressing on your neck.
“You fill me up so nice,” you moan. “Fuck, Rafe.”
“This pussy is so fucking perfect,” he says.
He straightens, holding himself up with locked arms, gazing at you with heavy lids, looking drunk off the feeling of fucking you. Your tits bob up and down with his rough movements, your chest heaving.
“Play with yourself,” he tells you. “You deserve to cum nice and hard, princess.”
You smile gratefully and immediately circle your clit with your fingers, the sensation mind-blowing. Rafe continues to pump in and out hard, looking down as you touch yourself, getting a private show out of you even in person.
He watches you in what you can only describe is awe, and dips his long forefinger inside your mouth. You wrap your lips around his finger, sucking on it as he thrashes into you.
You feel yourself inching closer to your peak. You shut your eyes and arch your back, lips parting as you pant with each thrust.
A million fireworks explode inside of you when you finally cum. You clench around Rafe and feel him go even harder when his hot liquid pools into you.
He’s breathing just as hard as you are when he slowly pulls out. You hate the feeling of him leaving your body.
He collapses beside you, both of you looking up at the ceiling as you come down from the high.
You could pass out in seconds and you figure Rafe is not the kind of guy that cuddles. But because of the rough neighborhood you live in, you need to make sure the door’s locked behind him.
Before you can figure out how to ask him if he wants to stay, knowing he’ll say no, you hear a dreadful rattle.
“Fuck,” you groan.
“What was that?” Rafe asks.
“My heat just broke again,” you say. “The radiator is shit.”
You mentally go through the catalogue of what you need to do - find your extra blankets, bring out the space heater, keep trying to turn on the radiator even though you know it’s pointless.
“Again?”
“My landlord’s an ass. He’s supposed to fix it but never actually does.”
“So… what?”
“What do you mean?” you turn to look at Rafe, the soft lighting in your room casting shadows on his pretty face.
“What do you do now?”
“Bundle up,” you say with a defeated chuckle. “It usually starts working again in a few days.”
“Don’t you… can’t you call someone?” he asks. What a rich person thing to say. Call someone. The answer to everything.
“It’s too expensive,” you say. “And it’s not even on me. My landlord’s supposed to do it.”
“It’s, like, thirty degrees outside.” You’re not sure if he’s teasing or laughing at you right now, but you can’t take it. He can berate you all he wants sexually, mocking how much you want him, but your financial situation isn’t on the table.
“I know you love to give me shit, but don’t… not over this, okay?” you say.
Rafe nods quickly. You’re not sure if this means he was about to mess with you about it but won’t, or if it means he wouldn’t taunt you about it in the first place.
“How much would it cost? To fix?” he asks.
“I had someone come look at it a while ago and it cost $200 just for him to tell me it’s a $3000 fix since it’s such an old system.”
“That’s nothing,” he says.
At this point, you have to laugh. He is so fucking out of touch.
“Rafe, how much do you think I make cleaning your house?” you ask. You hope you don’t have to spell it out for him. You’re a maid. For fuck’s sake, you started to get naked for strangers online to make extra money. You’re clearly not in a great spot financially.
And sure, his tips are helping to cover bills, but you still have tuition and loans and rent to worry about.
Rafe doesn’t say anything. He just looks back up at the ceiling, giving you a chance to gaze at his profile.
This man doesn’t know how good he has it. He’s never had to worry about the cost of home repairs. Or rent. Or bills.
You knew Rafe was from a different world. For fuck’s sake, you cleaned his mansion twice a week - you saw the life he lived. But this makes you see just how far removed he is from what life is like for somebody like you.
“You gonna get on camera for me again tomorrow?” he finally asks. You can’t help but laugh. His mind is in the gutter. Of course. You knew not to expect much from him.
“Sure, baby,” you say. “I like that toy you got me. How do you control it?”
“On my phone,” he says. He shifts in bed, getting up, and you figure this is the end of the night.
You yawn and try to will your tired body to sit up. But Rafe lies back down, his phone in his hand. He must have taken it out of the pocket of his jeans.
He opens an app in front of you, showing the buttons on the screen that trigger different modes. If you weren’t so exhausted from how hard he fucked you, you’d probably ask to play with it right now.
You watch him close the app and tap on the green “Phone” app. He hands it to you.
“Here,” he says. “Put your number in.”
Caught off guard, you take Rafe’s phone - the newest iPhone, of course - and type in your digits. Why would he need to contact you outside of the cam website?
Probably for booty calls like these. This guy is only keeping you around to watch you on cam or fuck you. He only has one setting. Horny.
Then Rafe gets up again, and this time he’s clearly ready to leave, pulling his briefs up. You take a moment to appreciate how nice his ass is.
You wrap one of your smaller blankets around you and follow him out to your front door.
Rafe bends to pick up his shirt off the floor and you notice the logo as he pulls it on. That shirt he carelessly tossed to the ground costs the same as your rent. Probably more.
He turns to look at you, his frame large, his hand on the doorknob.
“This was fun,” he says. “Next time, I’m fucking you from behind.”
“Deal,” you say with a playful shove.
After showering and brushing your teeth, you get out the extra blankets and the loud, old space heater you keep in your closet.
You settle into bed, taking out your phone to set an alarm so you can wake up early tomorrow and get a head-start on studying.
A notification on your screen shocks you. An unknown number sent you $3000 through Apple Pay.
{ read part five here }
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context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.
tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.
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A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.
B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.
C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.
D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.
“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.
E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.
F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.
you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?
G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.
H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.
(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.
rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.
I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!
J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..
K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.
L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.
M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.
N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.
O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..
P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.
Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.
R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.
S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.
T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.
U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.
V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.
W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.
X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).
Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”
Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.
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⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: anonymous
₊˚꒰🩰꒱‧ LACY BRALETTES : rafe cameron, in ward's office.
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⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝟑𝐃, 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
❝ i wanna see it in motion, in 3d. 'cause you know how i like it girl, 3d. ❞
warnings — nsfw, fem reader, soft-ish rafe, slight exhibitionism, established relationship, degradation, praise, use of the c word, fingering, no actual piv.
1,002 words.
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"c'mon baby," rafe caressed your arms gently as he had you backed up against ward's desk. all sorts of things that you and rafe couldn't care less about were sprawled over the hard wood.
"what's the matter, huh?" he teased with a smirk as he leant in to nip at your neck. "you were all over me before."
you frantically looked around ward's office, the windows wide open. the door wasn't even completely shut and rafe was here groping you in his father's office. "rafe!" you whined with panicked eyes, "ward could come back from golfing any minute!"
you watched as your boyfriend just licked his teeth, getting closer to your face.
"that just makes it all the more exciting," he cooed before gently biting down on your bottom lip as he pulled you into a searing kiss.
rafe pressed himself further into you, one hand running down your back before grabbing a fistful of your ass as the other tugged your hair slightly. he picked you up by the thighs and set you on ward's desk, hands moving to cup your face and deepen the kiss.
small moans spilt from your lips as rafe pushed his tongue into your mouth, licking at everywhere he could reached before pulling your body and manhandling you so you were bent over ward's desk.
"rafe—" you gasped as he reached a hand under your skirt, his fingers tracing over your clothed slit, slick with your arousal.
"fuck, sweets." rafe chuckled, his voice raspy from the prolonged kiss. "so wet for me. so eager to get this little pussy full, hm?"
you let out a whimper as rafe slid your panties to the side, his middle and ring finger running through your folds as he gathered your wetness before rubbing circles onto your clit.
"rafe!" you moaned, your whole body shivering at the sensation. it'd been a while since you both did anything other than makeout so you were extra sensitive. every soft or fast movement made you melt in his grip, his middle finger dipping into your entrance every time he made another circle.
rafe hummed and leant down to press a kiss to your shoulderblade, slipping his middle finger into your cunt. you shuddered as he curled his finger upwards, hitting the spongy, most sensitive spot inside of you.
"shit," rafe laughed as he worked his finger teasingly slow. "suckin' me in and i've only got one finger in there."
you couldn't help the way you clenched around him, wiggling your hips and pushing yourself back onto him as he fingered you. you let out a yelp when his free hand came down hard on your ass with a smack, soothing the redness with a rub.
"you stay still for me. let me do the work, huh? gonna be a good girl f'me?" rafe asked, lips close to your ear as he paused his hand movements.
"yes!" you whined and closed your eyes tight, your arms giving out from holding yourself up as he started rubbing on your clit again. rafe nodded in satisfaction before slipping another finger into your entrance, continuing his assault on your clit.
your fingers clawed at the desk as you let out soft moans, mouth shut through the way you chewed your bottom lip as though not to get caught.
the knot in your stomach grew increasingly tighter as rafe worked his fingers, your eyes rolling around at the pleasure.
"nuh-uh," rafe tutted and reached forward with the hand that was rubbing your ass. he grabbed ahold of your jaw and turned your head slightly so you could see his face. he chuckled as he caught sight of your teary eyes and the little bit of drool at the corner of your mouth.
"c'mon, you wanna cum?" rafe asked with a pout in false sympathy, "gotta make some noise or you're not gettin' anything, sweets."
rafe almost moaned at the way you tightened up with his words, you were clearly restraining yourself from pushing back onto him again.
not wanting him to take away your orgasm, you loosened the bite on your lip as let out any noises once again. moans, groans and whimpers all escaping your lips as your legs shook.
"atta girl," rafe grinned with a laugh and sped up his fingers. "such a good little whore for me, huh?"
you gripped the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles turned white, so close to your release. "rafe! mmh, 'm so close! gon— shit! gonna cum!"
your boyfriend didn't slow his relentless pace, starting to press down slightly on your clit as he rubbed. "i bet you were hoping we'd get caught this whole time, right? wanted my pops to see how i claim you? hm?"
you shook your head in denial before your whole body shook and you tried to lift your hips away from rafe as your orgasm hit.
"fuck!" you gasped as your pussy clenched and unclenched on his fingers, your cream coating them.
rafe groaned and kissed your neck softly, slowing his fingers down to help you through your orgasm as you squealed and writhed before him.
"s'too much, rafe!" you whined and he nodded, slipping his fingers out and moving his thumb away from your sensitive clit.
rafe laughed as he gently turned you around, kissing your lips and forehead. he hummed as he blotted your sweaty face with a tissue.
"you okay, baby?" rafe asked, his eyes softer now.
you gave a nod as he pulled you up into his arms, hugging you close to his chest as you stayed seated on the desk.
"good," he smiled softly. "let's get you cleaned up, huh baby?"
"what about you?" you asked him with a frown, feeling slightly guilty as he was obviously still hard.
"don't worry about me, this was all for you. c'mon, let me take care of you, alright?" he cocked a brow and you knew not to question him so you nodded in agreement.
"there's my good girl."
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RIVER'S BLURB: i'm a little rusty when it comes to full smut oneshots but this was so fun to write jansndnd, i hope this SOMEWHAT meets expectations. thank you for the request !! <3
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Can you please do more of rafe with pregnant reader!
Of course! I'm sorry it's really short. If you have anything in mind, please let me know 🥰
The Pillow
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings- Fluff. Pregnant Reader.
Rafe hates your pregnancy pillow until he tries it
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You felt the pillow sunk behind you as you were determined to keep your eyes closed. It was the most sleep you had gotten in weeks, and the soft foam on your back was heaven.
You groaned as a fumbling arm tried to hold you before he gave up and huffed.
"I hate that fucking pillow" Rafe grumbled, staring up at the ceiling.
Rose had gifted you a C-shaped pregnancy pillow at your recent baby shower and being in your second trimester, close to your third. It was absolutely the best gift you had been given.
It supported your growing bump. It felt amazing as you wrapped your leg over it, and your back ached less. It was like being spooned by a cloud, around your whole body.
Of course, you missed Rafe holding you at night, but it had only been a few nights, and you loved the sleep that the pillow allowed you.
"Well, I love this fucking pillow" You mumbled, against it, your eyes still closed. "Our baby loves it too"
"I bet she doesn't. Probably feels safer in my arms" Rafe grumbled.
He didn't care if it didn't make sense. He missed having his girls in his arms. You snuggled into him while he felt the baby kick against his stomach or hand.
"Oh, she definitely loves that her mum can sleep most of the night," You sighed, "which her dad is currently stopping"
"It's 9 in the morning," Rafe stated, "not exactly nighttime"
"Rafe, these past few days have been the best sleep I've had in weeks. The pillow stays" You de-tangled yourself and struggled to sit up.
Rafe watched as you stetched before carefully getting out of bed. "Where you going?" He sat up as you waddled toward the en-suite
"I gotta pee." You sighed. "we can spoon, when I get back if you stop complaining about the pillow"
Rafe grinned widely, like a kid being told he could have all the candy in the store.
As soon as you closed the bathroom door, he shoved the pillow off the bed, causing it to thud to the floor.
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You had been out shopping for maternity clothes with Sarah when you came home and found him napping on the bed.
Pulling out your phone, you took a quick picture and sent it to Sarah.
'Loves it now. Think the pillow is the third person in this relationship. What should we name it?'
Rafe was completely knocked out, in blissful deep sleep as he was snuggled into your pillow, still in the suit he'd worn to a business meeting.
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hi luv, i have a request
reader gets badly hurt by rafe or put in danger because of his addiction. that’s like her last straw and she tells rafe she cant be with him if he keeps using. he begs n pleads but reader needs space
over a few days rafe acts crazy, sending her messages n shit saying how he’s gonna make it right bc he “loves” her. reader ignores him for a bit and then once she is ready, goes over to his to talk to him abt the relationship. when she gets there though she overhears rafe talking shit about how reader is the bad person for leaving him + invalidating the severity of the danger he put her in + is literally high on coke while going on this rant
she tells him off, he doesn’t let her leave, idk abt the rest i just see a lot of angst and possessive rafe💌
Of Bullets and Wounds:
Warning: There are some intense, nonconsensual sexual themes in this story, also domestic abuse, and injury. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.
Thoughts and Opinions are Welcome
You didn't understand how you let things get this severe or allowed Rafe to push things as far as he did despite your reluctance.
You probably figured things always worked out and you would be fine.
Unfortunately, that kind of thinking had you keeled over in immeasurable pain and panic as you held on to your injured arm for dear life.
Due to some incident that Topper had with JJ, Rafe, and his little trio, and had recently stumbled upon a firearm, courtesy of Barry. You didn't understand what happened, but something told you Topper had started it.
You couldn't say that to Rafe because admitting the pogues were anything, but guilty would ruin his little fantasy of them being the bad guys.
He lured you out of the comfort of your room for a date night, and somehow you ended up at the beach with the dream team, high and impulsive while playfully handling a dangerous firearm.
You were tired, you had been tired for a while now, and at this point in your lives, you were wondering when Rafe was going to grow the fuck up.
You sat beside a makeshift bonfire as they tampered with the weapon, mostly Rafe, consistently telling them that this was a bad idea and that maybe they should put the gun away and go home.
In fact, your statement made Rafe a bit more rebellious, and he seemed to get a bit more reckless with it.
Shooting out rounds to the ocean, laughing and trying to reassure you. You weren't having fun, not that the night had been a gaggle of laughs, but when the pit of your stomach began to churn, you felt that you needed to get out of the situation as soon as possible.
Rafe noticed as you got up and began to gather your things, and in his hurry to stop you, a bullet shot off in your direction.
Rafe had shot you.
It wasn't on purpose, but you couldn't help but think you wouldn't be in this situation if he had listened to you from the beginning.
The pain was unbearable, and it was all you could focus on as he carried you to the jeep and had Topper drive you out to the hospital.
"Let me see," he says
"Don't touch me," you cringe on the other end of the backseat, doing your best to get as far away from him as possible.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, but please let me see it," he begs.
You desperately shake your head. "No,"
"Just let me fucking see it," he was no longer gentle, and as his patience wore thin, he grabbed your injured arm and taking a look at the wound.
"It hurts," you start hitting him, hoping it would get him to stop pulling on your arm.
But that makes him angrier, as he takes hold of your neck, threatening you with a squeeze. "Stay fucking still," he growls.
You stop, the fear in your belly was spreading to your chest. He goes into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, turning on the flash to get a better view of your injury.
"It looks like a graze," he says.
You take a peek at the open wound, the skin ripped open as blood seeped out, but it didn't look like a hole.
"You're gonna tell them we were playing around at the beach, and you fell on a bunch of rocks."
You're taken aback as the lie flows effortlessly through his lips.
Once you get to the hospital, you tell them precisely what Rafe told you, and you feel like an idiot. He was by your side the entire time, acting as moral support while you got your stitches.
Topper took you back to the beach to pick up Rafe's truck, and Rafe took you home.
Before he can turn off his truck, you let it all go.
"I don't think this is working," you stare at your hands to avoid looking him in the eyes.
"What?" his voice deep and clear. He must be off his high.
"I'm not saying it should be forever, but I think we should take a long break," if you were being honest, you'd been thinking about it for a while and didn't think you'd ever return.
"Y-"
Before he could finish his statement, you jumped out of the truck, rushing to your front door.
"Wait!" he shouts, grabbing your injured arm.
You let out a strangled cry, emphasizing your pain.
"Look, if it's about the whole gun thing, I said I was sorry."
He didn't get it, and frankly, you weren't surprised. Rafe was incapable of thinking about any perspectives outside of his own.
"It's not just the gun, Rafe. It's the fact that every time you get high, you find trouble, and somehow I get dragged along for the ride. It was fun when we first started dating, but now I'm scared and tired." you heave a heavy sigh getting everything off your chest.
"Look, I promise to be better, just don't do this," he whispers, sounding desperate.
"No, we can't be together if you're going to keep using and acting out like this."
"Please"
"We're adults now, Rafe," you open your door.
"Please don't do this to us," he tries to push his way in, and despite going up against his strength, you manage to hold your own.
"Look, I just need some space, I'll see you later,"
Despite the struggle, you lock the door before pushing your back against it.
"What the fuck."
You really didn't want to see Rafe ever again. The night at the beach put things into perspective as you considered him a future partner.
In conclusion, he was very unfit.
Unfortunately, Rafe didn't seem to understand the concept of 'space' since that night. Either that, or he didn't respect you enough to give it to you.
He was constantly messaging you with love bombs, and I'm sorry's, With the last message alluding to him making things right and you effectively having him blocked since.
But that didn't stop Rafe.
He delivered flowers and chocolates to your home, even getting your mother to talk to you about how good your relationship was and that you shouldn't destroy it over a little spat.
He clearly didn't tell her what happened, and you had half a mind to expose his sorry ass.
You let the situation stew for about two weeks before finally deciding to talk to him.
You unblock him and ask to meet up, and he responds by saying anytime and that you knew where to find him.
As you walk up the steps to his mansion, you hear someone making noise by the pool in the backyard and decide to check it out.
When you get closer, you hear your name on what sounds like Rafe's lips.
"She's being such a bitch about the whole thing. It was a fucking accident. She's acting like I held the gun to her fucking face and pulled the trigger on purpose,"
When you look over, he's moving back and forth on the pool's edge, gun in hand, with agitated movements. He was very animated with the occasional tick, and as soon as you heard him sniffle and go to wipe his nose, you knew he was still using.
This bastard and his audacity, before you could walk away, he spots you calling out your name and quickly hanging up with whoever he had on the line.
"What that was-" as soon as he grabs your arm, you push him off and decide to face the Devil.
"Fuck you, Rafe. You're gonna grow to be a miserable old man, stuck to this fucking island, except you won't have daddy's money to ease the pain."
You get in his face, anger slowly building in your chest as you get louder.
"What's worse is that you won't be a kook. No, you'll live on the cut just like the pogues you hate so fucking much, you miserable cokehead,"
You huff as you try to walk away, but he grabs your waist.
"Where the fuck are you going?" he says, irritation laced in his tone.
"I'm going home, let go," you try to push him off, but his hold gets tighter.
"You're not going anywhere,"
You feel a cold heavy metal pushed up against your neck, and still.
"That's my good girl," he says, pulling you into the house and throwing you on the couch, with the gun still in his hand and facing your direction.
"Rafe-"
"No, I gave you the space you needed, you're done, and you're coming back to me." he sits next to you, gun still pointed your way. "Babe, you don't understand just how much I need you in my life. You can't just walk away from me."
He tries to pull you into a kiss, and in the midst of you pushing him away, he clumsily drops the gun.
Feeling a chance come up, you rush for it, but Rafe is faster and stronger as he slams you against the couch.
Your lungs struggle to breathe at the impact, and he takes this opportunity to lift your skirt and rip off your thong.
Pushing his fingers deep into your cunt, roughly fondling you as you try to fight back.
"Rafe, Stop. Please,"
He chuckles as if he thought of something funny. He flips you over without so much of a struggle on his end.
You hear his movement as he adjusts his shorts to pull his cock out.
He massages your ass, giving it a harsh smack. "This is all mine," he gives it another one. "Don't you ever forget that,"
He pulls your cheeks apart as wide as you can handle, and you feel the head of his cock poking into your entrance.
He feels so much larger as your pussy stretches around him. A thought then occurs to you.
"Condom," you say
"Don't worry about that. I wanna be the only thing on your mind," he quickly forces the rest of his cock inside you.
All it takes is a few pumps for him to catch a rhythm, hovering over you as he rolls your clit between his fingers.
You were so wet and didn't understand why. But Rafe didn't care, his enjoyment of the situation evident as his grunts became rabid.
"Fuck" he says as he flips you around so that you're facing him. Pushing himself back into your body. Exhausted by the situation, you just let it happen and let your eyes close as you felt the sensations.
" Look at me," he says. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you,"
Your eyes open at his suggestion.
"Rafe, no!" you put your hands against his pelvis as you try to push him off. He just grabs them and pulls them over your head as he fucked you with more vigor than before. His other hand plays with your clit as you're forced into an orgasm, toes curled and back arched, with him following close behind. Filling you with his seed, a creampie forms as you feel it leaking out.
"You're gonna be stuck with me forever, bitch."
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Professor Cameron - Rafe Cameron One Shot +18
Minor DNI
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Based off a prompt by @geniousbh :
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Rafe x female reader (No use of Y/N)
Warnings: smut & language
Fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink, ownership kink, creampie, cum play, older Rafe
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Taglist ♡ @imyourdaninow
Enjoy! 💕✨
"I'm so close to a C," you grumble, eyes rolling as you hold yet another Econ test between your fingers; D+ scrolled in blood-red ink. "Another fuckin' D."
"A D+, actually," your friend teases, tapping the top.
"Well, would you look at that?" You sass, readjusting yourself from your slumped state, eyes drifting ahead, matching Professor Cameron's. He represses a smile, running his palm against his lips.
"Do they do extra credit in college?" You whine, leaning into your friend, resting your head on her shoulder as you continue to sulk.
"Professor C? No fuckin' way; the guy's a hard ass."
"I don't think that's true," You look his way again, just missing his eyes. "He looks sweet," you whisper.
"He's hot as fuck," she adds, making your cheeks flush pink. "Is he married? I don't see a ring." She studies him a little further, trying to get a better look.
"Why does it matter?" You ask, narrowing your gaze on him.
"Meh. It doesn't, but it makes it easier. You said you wanted extra credit, sunshine." She wiggles her eyebrows, elbowing you playfully.
"Just tell me what you're getting at," you huff. "Class is almost over, and I need to figure this shit out."
"Jesus Christ, babe. You want extra credit. He's not married. And he already looks at you like he wants to devour you."
"Eat me?"
"If that's what you're into, or you could suck him off, I suppose," she giggles as you let out a little gasp. "Ugh... Stop clutching your pearls. If he was lookin' at me like that, he'd be blowin' my back out every day of the week."
"So, you really think he likes me?" Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you turn in his direction. He's not looking at me...
"Just give it a second," your friend breathes.
Professor Cameron thumbs through the remaining stack of tests, handing another small pile to his teacher's assistant before snagging his school bag and coffee cup. Your stomach floods with butterflies as he matches your gaze, walking toward the lecture hall steps.
"Just fucking do it," she groans. "Even if you don't get the extra credit, at least you'll get somethin' out of it."
"Something?"
"Dick... Seriously. What the fuck, girl?" 
"Stop bein' mean," you whine. 'What if he doesn't want me?"
"Sure," she laughs.
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You walk down the hallway, heading toward the faculty offices. Wandering slowly as you skim the name plaques, searching for his.
Professor Rafe Cameron
Rafe? You bite back a nervous smile. I've never met a "Rafe" before. You lift your fist, giving the door a soft knock.
"Come in," he calls from behind it. You twist the handle; Rafe's blue eye expands slightly, along with his smile. It quickly fades. Maybe he doesn't want me here. Maybe I need to go.
"I'm sorry. I... Well, I didn't make an appointment," you babble, twirling your hair nervously.
"No - No. It's alright," he assures, the corners of his lips curling as he says the words. "Take a seat. Please." He gestures to the leather chair across from his large desk. You walk over taking a seat, smoothing your little skirt before matching his eyes. He addresses you by Miss, surprising you when he uses your last name, falling from his lips with ease. You're taken aback, frazzled at the moment that he knows you by name, out of a lecture hall full of students.
I'm clearly not an exceptional student. There are students with perfect scores in my class. Maybe he's just thoughtful. Maybe he remembers everyone's names.
"Are you alright?" He asks as he leans back in his chair slightly, adjusting in his seat.
"Umm... Just a little nervous," you let out a flighty laugh as he gives you his full attention.
"I don't bite," he smiles, crossing his arm across his broad chest. You watch as his linen shirt stretches across his strong arms. You study him a little more, taking in his features. You've never gotten to see him this close: perfectly quaffed locks, just the right amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw. He's loosened his tie since you saw him last, Rafe's top button drawn open as well, a peek of a gold chain matching his ring-adorned fingers. He guides your attention back to his eyes, using your first name this time, making your heart race.
"So, is there anything I can help you with?" He asks you again with a softer tone, just trying to pull any sort of answer out of you.
"Sorry... Umm. I'm not doing very well in your class. I just - I'm not used to doing so poorly." His eyes soften on yours as you continue to spin your sob story. "I seem to do well on my papers, but, I do really bad on my tests."
His lips tug to the side, brows knitting tight. "Well, that's because I grade your papers," he hums as he turns his swivel chair toward his computer, pulling up the gradebook. "My T.A. is on a little bit of a power trip this semester. And it does not help that you're stunning. Think someone's a little jealous," he chuckles. You feel heat spread across your cheeks as you take in his compliment. "We'll see if we can work something out."
Professor Cameron matches your smile, lingering a little while before returning to his screen. "Alright..." He takes a deep breath, squinting slightly before taking out some black glasses. "Let's see what we're workin' with." He scans the numbers, writing down a few things on a little Post-It note. "So it looks like lesson 5, 6, and 8 tests were all D's." You nod your head in acknowledgment. "Well, you can retake these if you'd like. And, I can regrade them for you; skip the middleman."
"Really?" You bubble.
"'Course," he breathes. "There's no reason those tests should be that low given what you know. I'm very impressed with your written work."
"Yeah?" You expel a sigh of relief.
"Yeah... I would bet that you could finish the course with at least a B."
"Wow, Professor Cameron. Thank you so much. At least... So, I could maybe get an A?" You smile, sweetening your tone, just playing around, doing your best to lighten the mood.
"Maybe," he chuckles, relaxing back in his chair. "I don't see why not. And we can always talk about extra credit if you'd like."
"Extra credit? That would be really nice, Professor Cameron." Your eyes fall to his thigh; two thick fingers moving ever so slightly, tracing the sleek black material, making your mind wander as you think about what he could do with his hands, if he was rough or gentle. He looks like he'd be rough.
"Yeah, extra credit," he hums; you follow his gaze, eyes lost in your cleavage, hidden slightly by your oversized jean jacket.
"What can I do for you, Professor Cameron," the words leave your lips before you can think them through. "F-For extra credit, that is," you recover quickly your cheeks shifting from a pretty blush to a deep red hue.
He fights off a smile, rapping his ringed finger against the wood desk a few times."Whatever you're comfortable with," he breathes. Rafe raises his hand, brushing away his smile just as he did in the classroom. This time, more of a smirk.
Whatever I'm comfortable with... He wants me to? Maybe?
Grabbing your jean jacket, you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your pink top, black lace peeking out."I'll do whatever it takes to get an "A," Professor Cameron."
"You will, now?" he sighs, sinking in his seat slightly, widening his thighs, making himself a little more comfortable. "You sure about that?"
"Mhmm," you breathe as you lean in closer, giving him a better view of your breasts. He lets out a sinful laugh, loosening his tie a little more than before, his icy blue eyes darkening along with yours.
"And, you'd do anything it takes to get that "A." Huh?" He mumbles as you work the satin straps over your shoulders, letting it fall around your waist.
"Anything."
"Shit," he draws out the word, snatching his glasses off his face before rising in his seat. He's tall, far taller from this angle, towering over you as he walks around the desk, designer dress shoes shuffling along the floor.
"Are you married, Professor Cameron?"
"Nah... I'm not. I'm single. And, you can call me Rafe if you'd like," he rasps, pawing his tie the rest of the way off. "Are you single? Anyone taking care of you."
"Just me," you whisper, your innocent eyes set on his.
"Just me. Huh?" He echoes. You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, towing you closer. "These boys not cuttin' it for you, princess?" You shake your head 'no'. You can see the print of Rafe's long, thick cock; pressing against his slacks. "I'm gonna take care of you." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.
"Okay, Ra-" He steals your words, claiming your lips against his. Rafe catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own. You let out a little gasp as he lifts you to your feet, bringing you closer. The two of you work on what little clothing remains between sloppy kisses, tearing it off each other's bodies until all that's left are his black boxer briefs.
Rafe groans as his rough fingers glide down your smooth skin, tracing the small of your waist, massaging and pressing your breasts together as his eyes roll back. He lifts you effortlessly, taking you into his strong arms. You hold on tight as Rafe swipes his palm across the desk, making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top, lips barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.
Your hands drift down his chest, journeying lower and lower. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles, resting on his chest, feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin, making him hiss out a breath.
You feel the chill of his rings against your hot skin as he squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, baby girl," he mutters, locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess. "You look good... So fuckin' good," he groans, running two thick fingers between your thighs, skimming your slit. "How are you so wet?" He growls.
You take in his scent, rich and delicious, amplified by the warmth of his bare skin. You reach for him desperately, pulling him to your lips as he rocks into you, thrusting languidly, stroking your aching pussy with his clothed cock. His gold chain sways, with each roll of his hips brushing against your cleavage.
"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.
"Want me to eat your pussy, angel? Hmm? Bend you over my desk?"
"Yes, Rafe. Fuck," you whimper.
He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs, pulling you toward his face. Rafe spreads your legs, kissing you deeply, marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer. You take a grip on his sandy-blonde hair, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Rafe breathes warmly against your clit, making you melt into the table.
"Rafe-" You beg, your words turning into a breathy cry as he plunges his tongue deeply, drawing out slowly, licking a line to your clit that has your body quaking. He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs trembling uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making your vision blur.
Rafe slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk; teeth clenched, muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts, driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly.
"Y-Yeah," you shudder, chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.
"Do it." Rafe curls his fingers inside of you, tension snapping as you moan his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he groans, looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.
"Rafe," you breathe. He slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made with his tongue.
This - This is a man. Sure, I've been with plenty of boys, but this is divine. I can tell that he knows what he's doing: how to kiss, how to touch a woman. I need him. All of him.
"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. "Anything?" He asks again as he tugs at the elastic of his boxers.
"Anything," you mewl.
"Need to be inside you," he mutters as he pulls his boxers off his body. "You want that. Don't you?"
"Yes."
He gives you a few experimental thrusts, watching you jolt in your sensitivity every time his rock-hard cock nudges your clit. You look at the slight space between the two of you, letting out a desperate moan, yearning to be filled. Rafe's long, thick dick curved toward his stomach, glistening with precum, smudging against his tight stomach with each rut.
"Fuck me," you plead.
You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "R-Rafe..." You whimper, tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure in your guts. 
"Goddamn..." He grunts. "You're so fuckin' tight. Shit - Pussy feels so good."
"You're so big," you whimper as you press your hand against your tummy.
"You okay? Takin' me so well..."
"Yeah. M'fine. Feels so fucking good."
"Been hopin' you'd walk in my office since the first day I saw you." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips, dick buried deep. "Who woulda thought you be such a slut for your professor. Huh?"
BANG. BANG.
"Hey, Rafe. Are you free?" His colleague yells from outside the door, causing the two of you to freeze. Rafe snares your hips, holding you in place. He draws a finger to his lips, demanding your silence.
"Wanted to see if you could look over something for me."
Rafe grinds his hips slowly, not wanting to stop, cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite, eyes focused on yours.
"Rafe?" The male tries again, making Rafe roll his eyes in annoyance. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door, walking away.
"Fuck, that was close," he breathes, kissing his way up your stomach. "Come over tonight?"
"You want me to come over to your house?" You whisper as you smile against his lips.
"Need to fuck you in a bed. Want you to ride me. You want that "A." Yeah?" He asks, his voice deep and dark.
"Yes, Professor Cameron," you smile as you flutter your lashes, your angelic tone contrasting his wicked one entirely.
"You're a pretty little thing. Fuck. You're gorgeous," he praises as his swollen tip presses against your entrance, stretching you slightly, making your lips part in a soft "o." He groans as he nudges himself a little further, rocking into you nice and slow, teasing you with the first few inches and his fat cockhead.
"Rafe... Pl-" Your plea turns into a gasp as he pushes himself inside, bottoming you out completely. Your back arches off the desk, nipples grazing his chest.
Rafe thrusts at a rapid pace, skin striking skin. Knocking you deep in your core. "Such a good girl f'me," he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough thrust leaving you trembling.
You let out a moan that has him rushing to silence you, sealing your mouth with his broad palm, each muffled sound more fucked out than the last.
"You're killin' me," he mutters against your neck. "Gonna let you be real loud tonight. Alright? Gotta big fuckin' house. You can scream as loud as you want." His hand works between your thighs, brushing quickly against your clit; making you dig your nails into his shoulder blades."If I move my hand, are you gonna be a good little whore? Keep that mouth nice and quiet, f'me?"
"Yeah-"
"If you can't, I can stuff it full for you. Keep you real fuckin' quiet."
"N-No. Wanna cum... Fuck, I'm gonna-" His focus falls to the sound of your body gushing, squirting onto his cock and thighs as he continues to pound you into the wooden desk.
Your body clutches him, muscles pulsing. "That's it, baby. Fuckin' squeeze me." He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, trying his best to thrust. Rafe doesn't give you orders, simply forcing you right where he wants you. Gripping your hips, turning you a moment later, lifting your ass in the air as you take a hold of the desk. You look over your shoulder, watching as he winds up to smack your ass. Stopping himself with a smirk and a raspy laugh. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight." His voice sends chills down your spine. Rafe grips your skin tightly, bunching it up in his hand as he coaxes his dick back in.
He ruts his hips deeply, fingertips driving into the fat of your ass as his hips clap against your skin. "Rafe," you blubber, trying your best to steady yourself on whatever you can grab. You can feel his tip kiss your G-spot with each stroke, working incredibly deep.
"Almost there... Want you to cum with me," he groans.
"Let me cum. I can't-"
"You will..."
"Please-"
"M'gonna cum, baby," he grunts, hand weaving into your hair. He yanks it back, pulling your orgasm out with it, blanketing your mouth as he silences your cries. You flutter wildly around his cock as he fills you to the brim with his climax. Rafe draws out slowly, letting your releases drip from your cunt; rolling down your inner thigh. He grips his cock in his fist, collecting your shared release, swirling his tip around your entrance before stuffing it deep inside again.
"Goddamn," he mumbles. Swiveling his hips slowly, jagged breaths are heard as he continues to move, completely overstimulated but loving the feeling too much to quit. "Mmm... You're gonna ride me tonight. Bounce on me; tits in fuckin' face. This wet fuckin' pussy is mine..." He moans, already desperate for more, as he palms your soft skin.
You reach for air, doing your best to catch your breath, riding a euphoric high. "Shit... Did I get an A, Professor Cameron?" You laugh breathily.
"A" fuckin' plus, princess."
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maybankiara · 4 months
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PERFUME
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rafe cameron x reader summary: all that's left from the person rafe loved is the traces of her perfume. a/n: not sure where this one came from.  masterlist | tag list
rafe walked into the biggest mistake of his life with his hands in his pockets, the cap backwards on his head, and a cigarette lolling in the corner of his mouth. the words rolled off his tongue with as much ease as all the lies before them, and he didn't watch her fall apart -- he just turned his back to her and walked away.
he always walked away.
but now, his head is in a haze when his eyes open in the mornings, and his hands still reach for the shape of her. he's washed his pillows more times than he can count, but he can still smell her perfume. her hairs wedged themselves between the stitches of his couch, of his rug, of his sweaters.
bits and pieces of her, collected of the years, remain. no matter how hard he tries. it all remains.
but not her.
rafe fucked that one up.
he watches her, instead, from a distance. never close. never near enough to hear her voice, to smell that perfume again. he doesn't need to. it's still everywhere he goes. her body is still a familiar shape under his palm, and her name is written on his walls.
she's all he sees when he closes his eyes. she's all he hears when he's strung out on coke and his heart aches for the one thing he'd given up.
she's moved on, though. she holds the hands of this boy and that boy, she laughs and smiles and rafe catches only glimpses of her, but they're enough. she's in a better place.
without him.
while he wakes up every morning, and washes the sheets, and airs the room, but none of it matters. at the end of the day, he'll still spray the perfume on the pillow that used to be hers, and for a moment, pretend that he's not all alone.
one day, he'll run out of the perfume.
one day, she'll be gone forever.
but not now.
not tonight.
rafe sprays the perfume, finishes the beer, and lies down. closes his eyes. pictures her next to him, looking at him with those eyes glazed with love, like she once used to.
and he smiles.
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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
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pairings — fem!reader and rafe cameron.
summary — after rafe takes your life, he tries to move on, and simply pretends he’s the one who didn’t do so. eventually, hauntings and truths will lay themselves out to remind rafe just how sickening he is.
warning tags — adult language. details of gruesome m*rder & m*rder itself. mentions of DV relationship, (brief) child ab*se & awful parents. talks of religion and god. reader’s pov from heaven (?? just stick w the program). rafe actually going more insane than usual. overall dark content.
author’s note — this is based on and inspired by ethel cain’s song ‘strangers’ and while this song has multiple interpretations to go by, i’m taking mine by the main and common one (just without the c*nnibalism!). this also gets super dark and depressing so if you cannot bear any of it, please click off! this also isn’t revised at all so my apologies for grammar mistakes.
likes, shares & reblogs are very much appreciated ⋆୨୧ ₊゚
you had tears in your eyes, body shaking to point you thought you’d convulse. you tried to be obedient by keeping in rafe’s secret of what he had done on that tarmac. he beat you to make sure you kept your mouth shut for good.
he said, “i’ll kill you if you say one word,” and it took enough fear to believe him, but you didn’t think that day would come.
murder is an evil thing, and everyone can attest to it. rafe murdered sheriff peterkin as if she was nothing, as if she was a problem in the way. bad enough, he let john b. routledge — one of your best friends — take the fall for it.
you continued to keep your mouth shut, but after rafe tried to invade the police, ward killing himself, you didn’t see a reason to keep quiet. ward was the only reason why rafe could stay out of prison, and now that he wasn’t around, you could speak.
your father preached every sunday to live by righteousness and good, to never let evil win.
rafe was that evil. he was the devil himself.
the devil that you danced with, let make love to you, kiss you, but also beat you until stars twinkled in your vision, and your breath kept getting caught in your throat.
your mother would be horrified to know that, your father too. but it was their fault in a way that you accepted this cruelty as love; your father, especially to blame.
if love is not meant to be hit at you, does it even exist? your father showed you that when he’d slap or punch you for falling out of line, but go to church the next day, and preach about being a good servant to god.
you wanted all evil out of your life. it was suffocating, it was drowning you.
rafe had to be eliminated first.
“you killed peterkin, and i’m tired of knowing it,” you said, picking up your car keys. “we are done, and i won’t even show up to your trial when you go down for it.”
rafe just stared at you appalled and puzzled, sitting on the edge of his bed. you were close to being far out enough to your car until strong, violent hand seized you.
you screamed and kicked, not being new to this routine, only knowing that he was going to harm you.
you could never predict that his violence would lead him to murdering you.
“let me go, rafe!” you screamed, being pulled inside, your pleas and cries echoing in the empty home.
expecting to be physically berated, you were being led downwards.
to the wine cellar basement.
and for once in a while, you prayed to god, and hoped he would finally listen to you this time. that he would save his child, and perform a miracle.
but a miracle never came as rafe manhandled you, pinning you down on the cement ground of the basement.
“shut the fuck up! stop crying!” he yelled, a solid punch coming to your cheek, and you yelped, an easy gush of blood rushing out of your mouth. “you’re a fuckin’ backstabber. after everything i’ve done for you, gonna treat me like that?”
you cried, shaking your head. “r—rafe, please! i’ll be good, i’ll stop!”
“don’t trust you, little one. can’t let you ruin everything,” rafe said, reaching for something out of his back pocket.
the more you fought back, the more angry he got; the more you fueled the fire that rested in his hands and body.
before you could let out another plead, a sharp pain was made into your abdomen.
rafe stabbed you — and he wasn’t planning on stopping there.
god wasn’t there. you would show up to his gates in this condition, and ask him why he let it happen. if god is real, why did he bear witness instead of saving you?
rafe doesn’t recall killing you.
he remembers grabbing, and dragging you down into wine cellar basement, but couldn’t be able to tell anyone what happened after that. all he knows your blood was quite literally on his hand, knife shaking in his grip.
your babydoll white dress was now stained with violence and scarlet red blood.
the sight should’ve made him sick, but it didn’t. he just stared at you, breathing heavy, and it didn’t strike him until a while later that he had killed you.
rafe cameron had killed the love of his life.
he only panicked when it came to how to dispose your body, take off any evidence that could trace back to him. he was more than willing to dump your body in the woods, let any gators eat at you for supper.
he tossed your body only hours later in the depths of the woods, and it didn’t take long until you were reported missing.
of course, he was questioned first. it was easy for him to play the concerned boyfriend, crying because he also hadn’t heard from you, saying he had been texting and calling you for hours.
your parents sobbed on the news and asking anyone to come forward with any information, that they’ll give up however much money for their child to come home.
rafe just stared numbly at the television screen, a cup of scotch in his hand.
your best friends, the pogues, sobbed for days, and even started a search party for you. rafe made sure to dig you levels down in those woods when the ground was wet enough to dig up, and cover you up.
sarah cameron had a feeling her brother had something to do with your ‘disappearance’ but it was only just a gut intuition, she couldn’t prove it. she always questioned why you got with her brother, always emphasizing how horrible and violent he was, but you would tell her, “you don’t know him like i do; you don’t know how much he loves me, and takes care of me.”
kiara knew how bad rafe was — for god sake, she momentarily went to the academy around the same time he was a senior. she knew he wasn’t destined to be a boyfriend, let alone even in a fucking relationship.
the boys of the group were beyond furious, the three wanting to round up and take ahold of rafe, beat some information out of him. but they knew you wouldn’t want that, and that rafe would easily get the police to arrest them.
however, months passed, and you slowly became a memory to not only the town, but to rafe himself. he went on with his days like nothing occurred, that he didn’t violently take the life of his girlfriend.
you weren’t on his mind anymore, and he didn’t have to worry about you anymore.
or so he thought.
karma and revenge go hand in hand together; they mingle and burst out, they make sure they arrive at the doorstep of the people who deserve it.
rafe always thought getting rid of you would avoid his downfall, but the murder of you was just the beginning of it all.
he slept peacefully like he had done for a while now, with him about to drown into a deep sleep. he rested with his hands laid atop of his stomach, comfortable and at solitude, a female whisper woke him up.
he peeked around, but saw no one. he assumed he was just sleep deprived and imagining things, his eyes closing again for sleep.
“do you feel sick yet?” the voice that sounded like yours came through, more clearer and visible. he shot up, and turned on his bedside lamp.
nothing. no one. not you.
why would he have to feel sick? you were gone, you were no longer a problem.
rafe shook it off, and was able to go back to sleep.
you were angry in the afterlife. you stared at rafe from heaven, trembling with rage and regret. a man you once loved, had acted as if you never existed. you adored him, and he disposed you like garbage.
you just wanted to be his, wanted him to tell you that you were his only; that he loved you as much as you did to him, that he would change and better himself for you.
that the violence would dissipate, and his rough hands would be nurtured with love and softness.
but no. that never came, and never would.
you were taunted by your murder, burning with the need to remind rafe of how sick he was.
your violent lover let you bleed before him, and without tending to your wounds or simply sitting with immediate regret, he soaked in his actions and dismissed it.
why couldn’t he be gentle? was him painting you blue and purple not enough? did he have to go as far as killing his lover to satisfy the disdain and vexation he held for you?
was that enough? was that enough to make you enough?
rafe’s nights slowly turned interrupted and sleepless. your voice was always there, and time to time, he thought he saw you standing in his bedroom, drenched in blood and with tears streaming down your face as you kept asking him, “do you feel sick yet?”
sick. not regretful. fucking sick.
sleep deprivation was catching up to him, making him more mean and angry than usual, more out of control.
the coke wasn’t even helping either, only making everything worse.
he was at barry’s trailer, snorting endless lines of the white powder, trying to shake off the sight of you from last night.
“country club, you good?” barry asked, and rafe didn’t respond. “you don’t seem well, bro.”
“just need this shit, okay?” rafe mumbled, separating another drop of cocaine. “just… just want to sleep, need it.”
barry didn’t want to push him with more questions, minding his own business as the blond haired boy snorted up excessive amounts of lines.
rafe ended falling asleep on his couch, barry mindlessly scrolling on his own phone as he laid down on his bed.
the cold air from the air conditioner ran around in the basement, making it more freezing and chilling than usual.
rafe could smell strawberry perfume, indicating you were around. he looked around, and saw nothing of you.
“where are you!” he screamed. “you can’t scare me, you bitch!”
“i’m not here to scare you,” you talked, rafe spinning around to find you perched in the corner of the basement. you careened closer, the dim light emphasizing on your mangled body.
rafe stared at your stomach, where immense stab wounds laid on it. he swallowed thickly, his breath shaking and jagged.
“do you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe looked up at you. he couldn’t move in this dream, he was paralyzed and a witness to your lacerated body.
nausea and despair washed over rafe, almost consuming him entirely.
you were finally face to face with him, your hair disheveled and bunched, face stained with tears and runny makeup, all for him to look at.
rafe could feel your physical touch, your soft hand grabbing his, and made his palm touch your abdomen. he almost fucking threw up.
you could see it, you could see he was wanting to vomit everywhere. “am i making you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe shivered, forcing his hand to put more pressure on your stomach, blood rushing out onto it. “am i making you feel sick?”
rafe screamed and lurched up, his eyes opening and alarming barry. “woah, what the fuck, rafe!” barry shouted, and rafe breathed rapidly, his heart thumping against his chest, a need to vomit.
rafe brought his face into his hands, trying to shake everything out of his hand.
your face, your touch, your blood — he felt it all. he was being reminded of you, when he didn’t want to.
barry kept asking him what was wrong, why he was crying, if he was okay, but all rafe could focus on was your voice asking, “am i making you feel sick?”
he was no longer immune to his destruction. he was becoming infected by it. you were a disease that he couldn’t treat, a parasite that ate at his brain.
he would never get rid of you — and you would make sure that he never did.
it was month seven without you, and you became a faded name to the outer banks. the only people who lived on to tell your name was your parents, and your best friends. the pogues carved your name into the chateau’s tree, a ceremonial bench placed at the high school.
your body or you weren’t ever discovered, but the police had listed you as deceased. you weren’t a runaway, you were eighteen, and had nothing to runaway for. when you couldn’t be traced anywhere on the grid, the police pronounced you dead, and that was that.
pictures of you and any sort of evidence remained in a cardboard box somewhere in the police station. you were left to rot in every way.
you were tired of being forgotten, but more exhausted that nobody knew that your boyfriend did this, and you probably weren’t going to be the first girl he killed.
rafe cameron needed to know what he did, and you wanted to do everything you could to make him drag himself to the police station, sit down, and say, “i killed her — and i enjoyed every fucking second of it.”
madness was becoming rafe. he was already an insane, depraved fuck before, but the lack of sleep and memories of the murder were catching up to him for good.
dark circles were around his eyes, hair greasy and messy, his body tired. he felt like he was going to snap any second.
he kept drinking, smoking weed and doing coke back to back, surprised that his heart didn’t give out yet.
a random exhaustion toll pushed over him, laying him down on the floor of his bedroom, and his eyes threatened to snap shut.
he didn’t want to sleep, he was afraid to. he was afraid to see you, with your bloody dress and sad face, making him touch your wounds.
rafe didn’t win the fight of sleeping, and he knocked out cold on his bedroom floor.
he wasn’t in the basement, he was in his bedroom, and he could hear your feet padding away to the front of the house, to your car.
oh, he was reliving the night. and he couldn’t stop. he couldn’t get out of the memory — he was facing everything.
he saw you bloody by his doorframe, and you tilted your head. “why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice sounding as if he was trapped in a void.
you only frowned. “so you know.”
like a reflex, rafe hurriedly rushed over to you outside before you could get away, seizing you away, and taking you to the basement.
he pinned you down to the ground, and screamed at you to stop crying, upset and angry you were willing to betray him when he did everything for you.
you were sobbing, but it became echoes and his ears rang, everything around him becoming silent except his own heavy breathing. he grabbed the knife that sat in his pocket, and he could see your eyes widen with fear to the sight of the object.
“rafe!” you screamed in the first stab. he hit you sharp and right in the abdomen.
he held his knife there for a second, like time was freezing him, and he felt a hot breath at the side of his face.
it was you.
“am i making you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe proceeded to stab you as you sobbed. you cried out his name, trying to fight away the knife, promising to be good and for him to stop.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
rafe couldn’t stop, he couldn’t control himself. he kept stabbing you as you screamed. he was a monster, with the inability to suppress his anger or violence.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
a part you thought you were making him feel sick because of how mutilated your body was; that the body he was once desired, was now filling him with disgust. you wondered if how butchered you looked, was making him uncomfortable and sick. he didn’t deserve your concern, but it happened anyway. was it making him sick?
rafe wanted to cry, but couldn’t. he was revisiting the person he was in this moment, and could see life vanish from your eyes, death taking you away.
he took one last stab, and held it there like the first one. you kneeled in front of him, looking over at your corpse for a moment before your eyes settled into his raging ones.
he held prolonged eye contact with you as you inched your face close to his, but kept a safe distance. you placed your hand on top of his murdering one, and with a blank face, lastly asking him, “am i making you feel sick?”
rafe broke eye contact with you to look at your deceased body, and realized and remembered this murder. your organs could be nearly seen, blood gushed and poured out everywhere, your body cold and still.
he dropped the knife, and eyed you. “i’m sorry.”
you shook your head, and sighed. “you will revisit this everyday as long as you live,” you said, sniffling. “all i wanted was to be yours, and be good enough, rafe. was i no good?”
he didn’t have an answer, and with that, you got up, staring over at your body. “i want you to know,” you chuckled softly to yourself, “i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did. i forgive you, especially since i’m happier where i’m at.”
“heaven?” rafe asked.
you nodded. “you won’t make it here, but i’ll still hope and wait that you do — because i love you too much to let god be angry with you too.”
“he’s an angry man?”
“he’s angry and unfair,” you responded. “like someone i know. i loved god, i loved you; two men who didn’t view me as much, who don’t deserve for me to believe in them.”
rafe went quiet, and enough time went by for you to disappear for good to let rafe cry, and scream. he cried and sobbed, dry heaving as he vomited everywhere to the sight of you.
he killed you, and as long as he kept it to himself, you would drive him mad and insane with the knowing of it.
rafe cameron confessed to your murder only hours later. he drove himself to the police station, and confessed to every detail, telling sheriff shope where your body was.
they found your maimed body in the exact location where rafe told them it was, your body already decomposing into near bones, eaten by critters and bugs.
the earth was consuming you.
he was hated forever, the town wanted him torched or given the death penalty. it would be a while until he got a trial.
your funeral could be proper with your body in a casket, given a rightful way to be down in the ground, protected and secured by a box stuffed with silk fabric.
you could see your mom cry, and you wish she wouldn’t. your father had to give the prayer at your funeral, your best friends sobbing, and hating themselves for not getting you away from rafe sooner.
however, your death was simply inevitable. if rafe didn’t kill you, your love for him would. he was everything to you.
even when he was murdering you — getting a vile satisfaction from it — you were worried about him, if you and your maimed body was making him feel more nauseous and sick than the actual murder was.
rafe would live with the knowing that you truly loved him, and he took your life every single day that he spent in a prison block cell.
and your ghost would continue to linger and haunt him, never letting him know peace and serenity as he never did to you.
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simonegrimes · 11 months
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dating headcannons - r. cameron
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.・゜-: ✧ :-
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings/general: nsfw! , pet names , murder , protectiveness , toxic , degrading , safe words , rafe being psychotic, cocaine, you patch rafe up, rafe fights for u
summary: dating head cannons (head canons? how do you spell it) for my daddy rafe cameron!
.・゜-: ✧ :-
sooo protective 
genuinely gets so mad if any of his friends objectify you or treat you with anything other than respect
if you’re a pogue, you’re always staying at his house. you have a whole set of drawers in his closet. (you always sleep in his clothes though)
def has killed for u (.....)
swimming dates are a must 
besties with the sisters! wheezie and sarah love u sm !
you shaved his head for him
doesn’t like you hanging out with the pogues b/c they’re “dangerous”
you’re his passenger princess
just his princess in general
buys you anything and everything you want
loves you with all his heart (prob a little too much)
he has fought for you
cries to you about ward + family issues so much
he is your bodyguard
makes topper take care of you if he cant be there
will always make time for you
you have a necklace with his name on it and he has one with yours
ward and rose love you
ward uses you against rafe🙄🙄
you have pogues and kooks on your side frl
makes those cute tiktoks with you
posts you EVERYWHERE.
lowkey toxic.. what did you expect
but will 100% make it up to you once he realizes he was being a dick
you always patch him up after he gets into it
you defending the pogues
would honestly do anything for you
when he beats pope and jj up nothing is stopping him except for you
constantly showing you off
if you ever break up, he will never let you forget him
very manipulative during arguments
“i cant live without you”
everybody knows better than to touch you
sarah and wheezie vs rafe for you
you apologize to sarah so much for him and she loves you so much
sarah knows you arent 100% psychotic like him
you hang out with his sisters and make him take yall places
will lay hands on somebody for breathing in your direction
you and him making fun of sarah’s boyfriends
you get after him bc he’s a damn crack addict hellooo??
nsfw!!
def spits in your mouth
always in control
you guys have a safeword.. he gets really into it
top but enjoys you riding him
gets so jealous/angry and gives you the best dick ever
lots of experimenting
makes you cry but the aftercare is worth it
he def likes dumbification
makes sure your okay like 50 times
loves being rough but lovessss being intimate and slow with it
very vocal.. says absolute filth or is whining and praising you
never degrades you unless you want him to
wont let u call him daddy
“you could call anybody daddy. say my name, let everybody know that i’m making you feel this good”
narcissist 🙄🙄🙄
sm pet names
"baby baby baaabbby" stop it rn
.・゜-: ✧ :-
she speaks! idk i have nothing to say just take this
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rafescokewhore · 4 months
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➳ the set up — rafe cameron
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no bc this gif was perfect for this :3
ᡣ𐭩 ��𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe cameron x virgin!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.9k
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), mentions of fem!masturbation, mentions of vomit, uses of c word (you’ll never read my smut that doesn’t have it lmao), loss of v-card, cussing, soft!rafe (w/reader only, duh ;)), mentions of being a prude (reader basically calls herself that), let me know if i forgot any!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: based on this ask!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: i swear this sucks, i hope you guys like it 😖 i’m sorry this took me so long!
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your body laid on the tanning chair, the blazing heat of the sun making your skin ignite. today was the hottest day outer banks had had in years. the heatwave was forcing several people indoors, except you and sarah. the two of you found this as the perfect opportunity to fill up the pool a bit with cold hose water and swim to your hearts content.
but eventually the heat caught up to you and you were miserable now. the water wasn't even helping and you were far past the point of tanning. you were going to fry like a lobster had you sat out here any longer.
"sarah, i'm going in," you groaned, pushing off the chair and standing up. your body tingles, your vision seeing black for a moment. fuck, it is way too hot out here.
"yeah, i'm right behind you," she yawns from her tanning chair. standing up lazily and following you into the nice, cool air conditioned home.
"phew!" you say happily, the cold air hitting your skin felt like absolutely heaven. sarah closes the door behind her, her eyes hooded and lazy. the two of you walk into the kitchen, where you meet kelce and rafe standing around the island with waters in their hands.
"hello, boys," you smile happily at them, reaching across the island and grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl. popping it into your mouth, you look at rafe who's already looking at you... worriedly?
"what? what's wrong?" you question, knitting your brows as you stare at him in confusion.
"are you like... okay?" he asks, taking in your slightly sunburnt features. across your nose and the tops of your cheeks were red as well as your shoulders.
"why do you care?" sarah sneers, shutting the fridge with a gatorade in hand. you look at her before looking back at rafe.
"fuck off, sarah," rafe rolls his eyes shaking his head in annoyance. you snort at his attitude shaking your head as you turn your attention back to sarah.
"i'm going up to my room. meet me up there," she says before walking off and disappearing up the stairs. kelce looks at rafe and nods, walking away without saying another word. what the fuck?
"we have some aloe vera in the fridge, you want me to grab you some?" rafe asks softly, pointing to the fridge.
"that would be lovely," you sighed, resting your elbows on the counter, your chin in your hands. rafe walks over to the fridge and grabs out the clear bottle that displayed the green liquid. he sets it down on the counter and slides it over to you. you thank him and pick up the bottle, pouring a generous amount into your hands and spreading the cooling liquid across your cheeks and shoulders. thanking rafe, you hand him the bottle back and sulk upstairs to spend the rest of the evening with sarah.
sarah and you eventually took a nap, the sun had gotten the best of you. you both awoke from the nap closer to seven, turning on some movies on sarah's tv and trying to ignore your burning sunburns.
rafe had gotten up from his nap as well, walking to the bathroom when he heard you and sarah talking in her room, her door cracked open. normally, he'd ignore girl chatter or drama, but two words caught his attention. jj, and virginity, all in one sentence. one same fucking sentence.
"seriously, i think jj would be the perfect person for you to lose your virginity to! he's so sweet and caring, he'd take good care of you!" sarah chirps. she had lost her virginity to john b which left you, embarrassingly so. you weren't opposed to losing your virginity to jj, you just didn't want it to feel like some charity case.
rafe stood outside the door, brows furrow in anger. she was trying to set you up to lose your virginity to some dirty pogue? he couldn't believe you were even on board with the idea... what he would do would bust down this door and scold the two of you for the ludicrous idea. but he had a better idea instead. retreating back into his room, he planned exactly how he was going to do this.
11 p.m. had rolled around and you were struggling to fall asleep. sarah was passed out as of 20 minutes ago, but you lay there staring at the ceiling, blinking. it was the damn nap you took earlier that's got your sleep schedule all fucked up now.
suddenly, sarah’s door opened slowly. your breathing caught in your throat, your entire body tensing as you watching a figure slowly and sneakily walk into sarah's room. you debated screaming for help and waiting to see who the hell was trying to sneak into sarah's room. but as the figure emerged further into the room, the moonlight from sarah's window casted over the persons face.
"rafe?" you whisper shout. he puts a finger to his lips, shushing you. you look at him confused and still coming down from adrenaline. he motions for you to come with him and now you're really confused... and scared. you quietly crawl out of sarah's bed, tiptoeing out the door and into the hall with rafe. you shut sarah's door quietly, following rafe into the privacy of his own room.
once you're in his room, he turns to you, biting his fingernail anxiously. "close the door," he mumbles, looking up at the door. you are even more confused now. confused and terrified, why did he want you to shut the door?
"if i shut the door will you tell me what this is about?" you ask. he nods and you sigh, turning around and shutting his door all the way. you turn back to him, your heart racing.
"are you really going to lose your virginity to jj?" he asks, his blue eyes stare into yours. oh he's serious?
"my God, rafe! that's what this is about?" you walk up to him and shove him back. he stumbles for a moment but easily regains balance, continuing to eye you down.  how dare he? he had the audacity to not only spy on you and sarah, but coming into her room like a serial killer and demand you come with him?
"yeah," he nods his head, his voice laced with attitude. "that's what this is about,"
"rafe, this is none of your business," you shake your head, crossing your arms. he rolls his eyes, which only makes you want to shove him again.
"yes it is, actually," he shrugs.
"oh really? how?" you test, your jaw clenching with anger.
"lose your virginity to me," the words knock the wind out of you. your mind dizzy, your body feeling fuzzy and lightheaded. what did he just say? did he just say what you think he said?
"w-what?" you stare at him, completely shocked. why would he want you to lose your virginity to him?
"you heard me. lose your virginity to me," he steps closer, your throat closing and you're not sure if you could continue this conversation. this felt so forbidden, you now worried sarah would randomly wake up and somehow find you in here... having a loss of virginity talk with her older brother.
"why would i do that?" you ask.
"why not? you've known me since you were in grade school. i'm trustworthy and you're a lot more comfortable with me than jj," rafe states, and he's not wrong... about any of it. losing your virginity to rafe would be ideal in the sense that you've known him so long and your comfortable with him... but it would also be terrible because this is your best friends older brother. her annoying, douchebag older brother, though he wasn't much of a douche to you.
"rafe, i-" but he cuts you off, eyes narrowing on your lips.
"kiss me, and then you can decide if jj is the better option," he smirks. oof he's even cockier than you thought... you don't think that was even possible. what? one kiss and you'll be hooked? is that what he's trying to say?
"rafe, i'm not-," you put your hand out, shaking your head as you back up.
"just kiss me, damnit," he walks up to you, closing all space between the two of you, his lips pressing to yours desperately. his hands tangle in your hair, earning a moan from you. fuck, he's good. he smiles into the kiss, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your mouth, tongue running softly along your bottom lip. your arms wrapped around his neck, standing on your tip toes to deepen the kiss. rafe’s hands take a fistful of hair and squeeze earning another guttural moan from you. fuck you were so hot, he thought. fuck, he’s so hot, you thought.
rafe pulls away after a few moments, resting his forehead on yours, both of you panting from that kiss, “you’re sure you’re okay with this?" he asks, his thumb stroking your sunburnt cheek softly. you bit your lip anxiously, nodding.
"then lie down," he instructs gently, motioning to the bed. you pulled away from his strong, tall torso, slowly walking to the bed. you were anxious about this... it was your first time obviously and you had no clue how it would go... awkward? painful? terrible in general?
as you laid down, rafe slipped off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving them in a heap on the floor. your eyes widened the moment you saw his cock spring free. no, no fucking way. that is not fitting in your vagina. he was thick, and long... something sarah mentioned was the perfect combination but now here it was in front of you and you were terrified. this was going to hurt.
rafe, not noticing your distressed state, crawled on the bed, hovering over you. it was then he noticed the scared look on your face. "what's wrong?" he asks brows furrowed.
"rafe, that's not going to fit!" you exclaimed, which only earned laughter from him. he was laughing? really?
rafe tried to hide his laughter by burying his face into your neck but you already knew, and you weren't happy, why was he laughing?
"what's so funny?" you whined, shoving him.
"i'm sorry baby, it's not funny," he shakes his head trying to cease the laughter and red face. attempting to keep a straight face. he continues, "you're just cute," he smiles. you cross your arms, pouting.
"oh, c'mon, don't be like that," he says, pulling your arms away from your chest. "let me make you feel good,"
his words turned you on and despite him laughing at your "cuteness" *eyeroll* you were lucky to have rafe here right now instead of anyone else.
"you're on birth control?" he clarifies, and you nod. he wraps his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your thong. tossing the clothing on the floor next to his, he stares at your pink pussy in awe.
"what? what's wrong?" now it had become your turn to ask what the heck was going on in his head.
"so pretty," he murmurs, his finger grazing along your folds. the action causes you to shudder, biting your lip harshly. you had never been touched by anyone else either. it has always been you doing it.
rafe looks back up at you, leaning down and pressing a long kiss to your lips. your heart was beating out of your chest, your mouth dry and mind fuzzy. what would this mean? once you lose your virginity to rafe, what does this mean for you two? what about you and sarah? would she never speak to you again?
"hey," rafe's voice catches you attention, your eyes snapping back to. "don't overthink, it's gonna be okay," he nods reassuringly. how did he know you so well?
you nod, and allow for him to continue. he scoots up a little further and nudges your legs apart. your breathing became heavier as he lined his cock  up at your entrance. he looks at you again, his eyes told you he wanted to fuck you senselessly, but that he wouldn’t.
"are you ready?" he whispered, his cool breath fanning across your face and making you shiver. you weren’t ready, but you also knew that if you walked out of here right now, you’d never be ready, the anxiety in the moment was overwhelming. you felt sick, thrilled, scared, you had a rush of so many emotions and they all spanned within just a few moments,
pushing all feelings aside, you nodded for rafe to continue, praying you don’t throw up all over him. your heart beat against your ribs, and you were positive rafe could hear how loud it was.
rafe looks down, admiring one last time how your virgin cunt looked. he watched between your bodies, the way his cock lined up as he pushed in gently. he looked up at you immediately for permission to continue. your face was scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed deeply as you concentrated on the newfound feeling. you opened your eyes to look at him, his face was sweet, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable or hurt you.
“go,” you nod approval, rafe’s head dipping back down to watch as he pushes his cock in further, continuing to push in until you either stopped him, or he couldn’t fit anymore. you clutched onto his shoulders, whimpering out as your cunt stretched to accommodate him. tears welling in your eyes, you gasped.
rafe peppered kisses all over your body in attempt to calm you down and ease you more into it. he was having a hard time keeping his composure with how tightly your cunt was squeezing him. he was about to bust even without moving.
“rafe,” you breathed out, your fingers moving from his shoulders and entangling in his hair. his blue eyes opened, narrowing on your own eyes. “move, please,” you urge him, needing to feel something more than the constantly stinging of him stretching your walls. he nods, leaning in to capture your soft lips in another kiss, his nose brushing against yours.
rafe pulls out a little, slowly pushing back in. your arm wraps around his back, nails digging into his back as you whine into the kiss. rafe pulls away, groaning.
“i’m not going to last long, not with the way you’re squeezin’ me,” he murmured, looking down to where your bodies connect. something about his words ignited a fire in you, your walls clenching around in arousal.
“f-fuck,” he groaned, falling down and burying his head into your neck. as he continued to thrust into your aching hole, you felt your body becoming overwhelmed, your stomach tightening at the feeling of your orgasm approaching.
“rafe,” you warned him.
“yep, i’m right there baby,” he moaned, holding his breath as you clenched unbelievably tight around his thick cock. which you were still surprised had even fit.
you moaned into rafe’s ear and that sent him over the edge. the sound of you being pleasured by him, the fact that he took your virginity just now, everything about this intimate moment had his cum shooting deep inside your puffy cunt. his thrusts got sloppy and longer, fucking the rest of his cum into you as you came hard around his cock. your fingernails dug into his back, crescent shaped marks indenting his back as you came harder than you ever have. fuck, you thought masturbation orgasms were nice. but this orgasm had you seeing stars. what a fucking prude you were.
the sounds of both of you panting had filled the room, rafe still on top of you and inside you. you kept your arms wrapped loosely around his back, keeping him close to you as you closed your eyes, relishing in everything that just happened.
slowly, rafe peeled his body away from you, pulling his shaft out at the same time. you winced at the stinging pain again, rafe apologizing as he continued to pull out. he plopped down beside you on the bed, immediately pulling you into him.
“how was it?” he asked, still breathing heavily. you snuggled further into his chest, your hand resting on his toned abs.
“perfect,” you smiled, thinking back to it again. this was probably something that would replay in your mind in a never ending loop.
“yeah?” he smiled, kissing your head. you nodded again, watching your fingers trace shapes on his abdomen. you were still confused as to how things would go from here. would you and rafe never speak of this again? act like nothing happened? would you two end up together, maybe only become friends with benefits? the anxiety of what next was beginning to stress you out, so you pushed them aside for now, feeling your eyes growing tired.
“i’m too tired and sore to walk back to sarah’s room,” you groaned, earning a chuckle from rafe. he pulled you in tightly for a side hug, “just go to sleep. i’ll carry you back in there later,” he said quietly, kissing your head as you closed your eyes and dreamed of your first time with rafe… again.
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