#ch: rafe

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

RAFE CAMERON talking about you to his buddies. neck deep in alcohol, slurred speech, claiming, “she’s a bombshell, guys, seriously.” while his hands form your figure in air like clay, giving his piece of shit friends a clear picture of an hourglass body. their cheers and obvious interest only riles him up, talking big with growing enthusiasm, “and i hit that shit every night, man!” rewarded with pats on the back and congratulatory daps. it’s the kind of locker-room-talk that only gets worse. shots keep getting poured, depraved guys with girlfriends who won’t put out gather around rafe fiending for dirty details: do you squirt; do you let him sleep around; is butt stuff on the table? anything they can think up, they’re hounding the prince of kildare for. and rafe, eager for a chance to prove himself, leaves nothing to the imagination.

[hanasnx]

stepbro!rafe that passes off his infatuation as wanting his stepsis to be prepared. 18+!

you're an adult now, entering the "real world" and he wants you to be prepared about things that are going to come your way. ward's teaching you about handling money, and how to be successful in business, and rafe decides that, as the next-in-line man of the house, he needs to teach you something.

so he's teaching you how to fuck, knowing that you were just an innocent little thing that's never been touched.

he's teaching you how to speak up and tell someone where to touch you and how. "you gotta tell them what you want, okay?" as his middle and ring finger dips between your folds, separating to open you up to him. "you want it to feel good, yeah?"

he's letting you practice on him, gently encouraging you to ride him to get the feel of it, praising you when you finally sit yourself on his cock. "get these pretty tits bouncing. yeah, like that. fuck, look at you," his rough hands running along your waist. "bouncing on your stepbros dick like there's no tomorrow."

and if you try to shy away from him, suddenly shameful of the acts you're committing, he's preventing you from doing so. "no, no, no, 's not a bad thing, sweetheart. just shows we're close. we're a family now. and family has each other's backs, that's all. 'm just trying to help."

[spellewrites]

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND!RAFE X READER

CH!BSF!READER who met rafe in kindergarten when they were assigned to sit next to each other. rafe was instantly drawn to her warmth and goodness, while she was drawn to the troubled boy who seemed like he just needed someone to care about him.

CH!BSF!READER who was a princess for halloween all throughout elementary school, and rafe was always her prince charming. even when they grew out of trick-or-treating and started going to parties, they still matched costumes.

CH!BSF!READER who started running with a different crowd than rafe in high school. she was always more shy and less reckless than rafe. she threw herself into academics while rafe turned to drugs and parties. but that didn't stop them from going home together every day after school.

CH!BSF!READER who has a whole section of her closet filled with clothes she stole from rafe. he takes them back whenever he sleeps over and they're always in rotation. she has a draw in his room too, plus one in his en suite bathroom. he buys her favorite products and keeps them stocked at tannyhill.

CH!BSF!READER who will pretend to be rafe's angry girlfriend to chase off any clingy tourons he hooks up with. she can't help the twisted satisfaction she feels when she chases them out of his bed, only for her to take their place curled into his side. she pretends it doesn't bother her to think about rafe with other girls.

CH!BSF!READER who is rafe’s biggest enabler. she’s as codependent on him as he is on her. she likes that he comes to her and no one else when he’s high out of his mind or been in a fight. she’s one of those people who needs to be needed, and rafe can’t live without her. she thrives on his attention the same way he thrives on her care.

CH!BSF!READER who has no idea rafe has threatened banned all of the drug dealers in kildare from selling to her. if she does any drugs, it will be weed and it will be with him. he makes sure of that.

CH!BSF!READER who has been in love with rafe for years but thinks he would never see her in the same way. she has no idea that rafe is in love with her too but doesn’t think he’s good enough for her, so he keeps his distance.

a/n: this is in no way my best writing but guys the brain worms are brain worming

send reqs for drabbles of them! or even just headcanons/thoughts about them bc they are consuming my brain rn

[whorelaud]

if i redo the taglist for off limits would any of you guys want to join (just a question hahahs let me know please)

[4urvalidation]

having dirty insidious thoughts about writing a bsf! rafe fic

[hanasnx]

THE RAFE DRABBLE?? LIKE THE ONE WHERE HE MOCKS READERS MOANS?? IM LOSING MY MIND.Imagine it with like crybaby!reader 😭 ofc anyone would be upset but imagine crybaby read just pouting the rest of the time out golfing but the second her and rafe alone she just starts crying cuz everyone was laughin at her :(( Ofc rafe can't have his princess sad so he makes it up to her by fucking her all gentle :((

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he keeps an eye on you for the rest of the time at the golf course, glancing at you between swings and swigs of his beer as you sit in the golf cart facing the other way, sulking. he doesn’t bother pandering to you then and there because he knows there’s lots of variables to your mood which can’t be fixed around his friends. you’re hot, probably thirsty, bored, upset, needing his undivided attention.

back at the house he’s got you on his lap after practically bottle feeding you a whole bottle of water and letting you cry into his shirt clad chest, now rocking you on his thigh. you’re all sniffly from crying and hot in the face, body still warm from being in the sun all day and he’s shushing you, controlling your movements.

“that was mean, huh gorgeous?” he whispers, chasing your wet mouth with his own. you reply a shaky “mhm” as you grind your bare cunt into his leg, wet patch staining the grey of his pants.

“had everyone laughin’ at me.” you whine, burying your face into his neck in embarrassment and he smiles a little, sick and twisted.

“they weren’t laughing at you, baby. they were laughing at me. they think you’re adorable— shit, they wish they could have you moanin’ like that, i’d put money on it. yeah.”

you shudder, a crease in his pants catching over your clit making you mewl. “really?”

“really. but don’t go gettin’ any ideas, a’ight?” his hand sneaks down beneath you so that the next time you roll your hips, you grind your cunt right into his palm, fingers sliding through your glossy folds. he brings his mouth to hover over yours before speaking again in a whisper. “this is all mine. yeah?”

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[madebyrolo]

GUYS

I made a playlist of songs that remind me of our man 🎀

Here’s the think lmk what you guys think and let me know what songs too add 🤭

☆ working on a dark race fic rn and there’s many ideas from in in this playlist

[darwinquark]

okay OKAY I love so many things about this chapter but I think my fave thing is the difference in how you portray rafe from inside his own head versus how you portray him from kie's POV. we spend so much time in his perspective and it's this super chaotic and aggressive place but there's also this kind of obsessive devotion that softens it a little????? like YES he's an absolute psychopath but he's so raw and pathetic for her that you almost don't get how she can still hate him so much or be so mistrustful of him. but THEN we get this delicious glimpse of him from her perspective and it's amazing how smug and entitled he comes across like her showing up to his house is this political win when in actuality we know he's like losing his mind over her safety, and I just really loved how you did that. from the fratty outfit to the portrait over the piano to the maid calling him 'master' it was just so awful and well done and it makes the tension in this story all the more delicious because she really has no idea how much power she has over him yet. anyway, gorgeously written as always! can't wait for more.

ahhh, so glad that landed for you! you're absolutely right that his narrative voice is a lot more agonizing and obsessive than Kie has any insight into, and that can undercut just how smug and off-putting he comes across to anyone outside of his head. I feel like it's kind of a Joe Goldberg effect (and part of why some broken part of me always wanted to write joe x peach bc she clocked him immediately but being in his POV made her seem like the bigger villain). I will say, neither Kie nor Rafe are really heroes in this fic and one of the roles I'm looking forward to Sofia playing is clocking the destructiveness (and selfishiness) of both of them from up close

[feathersontheclyde]

@ner0tic , @bettermonster , @chrissyfied , @entangledmuses , @lcstinfantasy

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

RAFE CAMERON hits it from the back n curls an arm around to get at your clit. at first he started doing it so you could cum but now he does it like it’s some fidget toy. he’s got all this energy and nowhere to put it, ugly licking at the tips of his fingers to wet them so he can go under you to swipe at your needy bud. the kind of pressure that makes you ache. it’s this bewildering cross between pain and pleasure, and it renders you unable to keep still. “yeah? yeah, you like that, baby?” he taunts cruelly, knowing the kind of torture you’re under right now. lodged up in your guts moving in tandem with rough fingers, caressing your clit like it’s a job while you’re incapable of speech. you writhe and you claw at the sheets, anything to occupy the bucking of your body and the agony of the sensation. choking out variations of his name in some sorry semblance for pleading mercy—ultimately it falls on deaf ears. it’s the kind of orgasm he takes from you, your gummy insides stinging from his dick digging out its own shape and a mean hand scrubbing your little pearl like it’s a playground bully.

[spellewrites]

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND!RAFE X READER - THE PACT

IN WHICH . . . rafe makes a pact with his childhood best friend

a/n - hi! tysm for 100 followers! i've been sick and also i'm a bit of an inconsistent writer in general, i go where the motivation and inspo take me when they take me lol. but this is my first childhood best friend!rafe drabble! ik i have a few reqs already and just wanted to say they make take me a bit because i want them to be good, so i don't want to rush it and write something bad. and thank you for all of the love on my original post for this pairing! <3

ty @zyafics for reading it first!

wc - 565

the soft, pale blue comforter was familiar, evidence of the amount of times he had been in your room, sat on your bed like it was his own. rafe lay on his back, staring up at your ceiling while he waited for you to try on your dresss for midsummers. you were going together, of course. you had been for the last ten years. it was just easier that way.

you were especially excited about your dress this year. you hadn’t let rafe see it yet, only sent him a closeup of the fabric so he could match you. it was the first time you had gone dress shopping without him, and he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by it.

he wouldn’t admit this, not even with a gun pointed at his temple, but he liked following you around the store, arms weighted down by every dress you handed him. he liked being the first one to see your dress, the way your eyes would light up when you looked in the mirror outside the dressing room and knew you found the one.

so, yeah, he was a little upset you chose to go shopping with your girl friends instead of him.

fading remnants of the glow-in-the-dark stars he had helped you put up all those years ago stared back at him. he hears the door to your en suite bathroom creak open and immediately shoots up. his eyes grow wide and he’s pretty sure his mouth drops open when he sees you.

he stares for a few moments, blinking before a soft, “wow,” escapes his lips. “you look…”

you giggle and do a slow spin, causing the skirt of the dress to flare out around your legs. “did i just cause rafe cameron to be at a loss for words?” you tease.

you swear his ears go a little pink. “shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no heat behind the words.

his eyes scan your form again and he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head, “all the guys on kildare and i’m the lucky bastard that gets to go with you,” he says, almost like he can’t believe it.

“no one else asked me,” you say, and there’s a hint of bitterness in your tone. no one asks you because they’re too afraid of what rafe will do.

“their loss is my gain,” he says with his signature smirk. the one that makes him look care free. the one that twists the knife deeper every time because his only gain is not having some clingy girl wanting to be the new kook princess following him around all night.

you flop back on your bed, staring up at the ceiling and the fading stars. “i don’t know if anyone will ever ask me out,” you admit quietly, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“then they’re idiots,” he says firmly, laying back so his head is beside yours.

you fall into silence.

“if we’re both single at forty, we should marry each other,” you blurt, unsure where the idea came from.

you expect him to laugh at you, to tell you he won’t need to marry you because he’d already have a wife and 2.5 kids, but instead he says, “thirty.”

your eyes widen slightly. “thirty-five.”

he grins and rolls onto his side to hold out a hand to you. “you’ve got yourself a deal, princess.”

[redhead1180]

Jfc 🥵🥵🥵

sigh thinkin abt rafe, being a typical asshole, and coming to urs even whenever you tell him not to. MDNI

you can see the lights through your closed blinds and even then, if you hadn't been aware of the blinding LEDs on the range rover, then rafe's series of text messages would've alerted you.

i'm outside

come out

not leaving until i see u

he really leaves you no choice but to put a hoodie on over your thin tee and shorts and slide sandals on over your socks, padding out into your driveway and sliding into his truck before anyone notices.

"not here," is all you tell him. and rafe doesn't argue. he simply puts the truck in reverse and heads down the street towards a gas station while humming a little to the song playing through the speakers.

neither of you bother with small talk. that's not why you're here.

you get straight to the main event, your shorts and panties naturally ending up on the freshly vacuumed floor mat of the SUV, your knees pressed into the leather on either side of rafe's thighs as he lets you fuck yourself on his cock. you're starting to tire from the strain, your muscles starting to burn at this point.

you weren't supposed to be doing this. you weren't supposed to be seeing rafe at all, a vow you made to yourself and your friends, motivated by your promise to focus on self-improvement. you needed to cut bad things out of your life, and rafe cameron was one six foot two, living, breathing, bad thing.

unfortunately, he also has good dick. so you can't really focus on how rafe can be bad for you when he's making you feel so good. when he has the care to notice that you're nearing your limit, and he takes over without having to be asked.

his fingers press into your ass, his hips cant up into yours and you let your head fall to rest against his shoulder, relaxing your body against his.

that's when he groans right into your ear, driving his cock up into you with more force than before, as if there's punctuation at the end of each thrust.

"that's right. you jus' lemme do all the work. you don't gotta do nothing but sit there and look pretty for me."

it's too good of a compromise for you to turn it down.

[levithestripper]

god rafe is so hot this season it's not FAIR

[wadewilsonaf]

this is lari from @hotchfiles, here you'll find my library, meaning, overall fics i've read, loved and recommend!

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[hanasnx]

this is the most rafe shit i’ve ever seen. like,, even the arm is so rafe. ,,,’cj oxkddm

https://twitter.com/xAsmodeuss/status/1661501776363659264?t=rlKdBoWCkWcftsNdyFhsyA&s=19

need rafe like this :/

the way he’s slapping her ass n controlling her movements is just sooo rafe to me omg !

[whorelaud]

OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (01)

social media & irl AU !

pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch warnings none !

NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 01 ¡ 02

“Wake up, we’re here.” Ryan nudged your side, observing as your parents unloaded the trunk, arguing over the amount of luggage each one of you brought. “Get up, Bug, mom is gettin’ mad.” 

Ryan gave you a harsh push, disturbing your slumber as you jolted up from your seat. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, eyeing your surroundings with haze, a mere attempt to make sense of the new setting that encircled the Airbnb your parents ranted. 

It was a beautiful view, the sight of the beach not too far away, ocean breeze heading in your direction. Ryan’s figure instantly filled your vision, earning a low grumble out of you. You tucked your hair out of your face, stretching out your arms over your head.

“You slept through the whole ride.” Your brother scoffed, gathering the crumbled candy wrappers from the cup holder. “Help mom! She’s really mad, why’d you bring so many luggages?” 

“Don’t piss me off,” you mumbled, kicking his knee, the gesture causing the latter to stumble back. “Move.” 

You shuffled out of your seat, hopping out of the car. The place was surprisingly big– not for a family of four, that’s for sure. An unfamiliar car was parked in the driveway, the sight earning a puzzled expression out of you. 

“Is someone else here?” You questioned, attention shifting to Ryan, who was busy tidying your side of the vehicle. “Who’s that car for?” 

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Ryan shot back, furrowing his eyebrows with confusion. “What, you thought we’d be here on our own?” 

“Wasn’t that what we had in plans?” You mumbled, strolling towards the creaked door. You peaked your head inside, an audible gasp escaping your throat when you spotted your parents chatting with a middle aged couple, whom you would assume were the guests staying with you. Their identities remain a mystery as they were faced away, unable to recognize them with only the back of their heads. You turned to face Ryan, whispering your next sentence. “There’s people inside.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” He rolled his eyes, shutting the door to the car. He approached you, squeezing by as he let himself inside. “You think I’m spending the next two months stuck with only you? Hell no.” 

“God, we should’ve let you rot on campus.” You groaned, following behind him. You remained as quiet as physically possible, not wanting to capture the elders’ attention, aware of the conversation they planned on dragging you to. 

While walking up the stairs, you winced, as the suitcase you carried collided into the wood on your way up, creating a thud. Your gaze shifted to where your parents stood, a sigh of relief escaping your throat when you noticed they were still accompanied by the couple to their side. 

You carefully settled your suitcase down, dragging it along as you observed each room, deciding which one would suit you best. You came to a halt once one caught your eye, growing intrigued as you opened the door all the way through, revealing the layout of the furnitured space. 

“Pretty.” You whispered to yourself, tracing the designed light switch with your fingers. 

“Not bad,” Ryan replied, his presence startling you. “Good choice, this room is actually mine.” 

“I was here first!” Your face twisted with annoyance, watching as your brother leaned against the wall, now facing you. “It’s my room, not yours.”

“Oh, we’re going there?” He warned, cocking his head to the side. “I’ll tell dad about the time you sneaked out every day for an entire month, and made me cover for you whenever you got in trouble.”

“That was four years ago,” you reasoned, huffing at his ridiculous threat. “Besides, you’ve done worse. Remember all the marijuana you hid in my room? Or did we forget about that?” 

“Okay– that was–” Ryan stammered, slumping his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll kill you if you tell anyone about that.”

“Whatever, get out of my room.” You shoved his arm, the contact earning a dramatic gasp out of him. “Go complain somewhere else, I’m not giving you this room.”

“C’mon, Bug!” He whined, resisting the hands pressing to his back, forcing him out of the room. “There’s better rooms, why do you want this one specifically?!”  

“Probably for the same reason you do.” You exclaimed, sighing once you gave Ryan one last push, the action causing him to stumble out into the narrow hallway. “And stop calling me that, I’ll kill you if you refer to me as Bug in front of everybody.” 

“Everyone calls you Bug.” He clicked his teeth, fixing the collar of his shirt. “I forget that your name isn’t Bug sometimes, you know, jus’ used to it.” 

“Are you trying to distract me right now? ‘Cause it’s not working.” You forced a tight-lipped smile across your face, earning a groan out of Ryan. “Busy yourself with something else, I don’t have time to pamper you.” 

“‘Kay, fuck you then.” He spat out, flipping you off as he walked away. 

You shut the door with a chuckle, taunted by your brother’s lash out. You placed your luggage on the bed, growing confused when you noticed the bed was slightly undone, indicating someone clearly had been there. You brushed it off, thinking it was Ryan’s doing, as you were too exhausted to further process it. 

You searched through your suitcase, acquiring your everything-shower bag. You set it to the side, retrieving a clothing set, one suitable to be seen in, and comfortable enough to get you through the night. 

Once you had everything you needed, you grabbed your belongings, freezing when footsteps echoed through your ears. You were painfully aware that this was not Ryan, as you would’ve heard him come in with the click of the door. 

You aimed for your bag, equipping yourself for the hit you planned to swing, now that you sensed your life being at risk. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you had coming as you swiftly turned around, a ragged breath escaping your parted lips at the sight of a certain someone. 

Mere inches away from you stood Rafe, the Rafe Cameron whom you have messaged a few hours from now. You couldn’t believe your eyes, instantly brushing this off as a dream, because there’s no way in hell he was there, half naked, with only a towel hanging low around his hips. A blank expression remained plastered across his face, not too astonished by your presence.

A nervous gulp dried your throat, gaze following the water drop trailing down his exposed chest, on full display, revealing his muscular figure. God, his arms, the photos weren’t doing him justice, because besides his toned body, the man was gorgeous. 

His eyes were a radiant shade of blue, nose slightly pointy, as well as his pink lips, that you wouldn’t describe as big, but just the right size, as you wanted nothing but to lean forward and kiss him, ceasing the unnecessary distance between you. 

You shook the thoughts off, clutching into stuff that you had in hand, instantly growing nervous by the latter as he took a step forward, now towering over you, making you feel small under under his gaze. You glanced up at him, shifting your vision back to his chest when you caught him already staring at you. 

Rafe broke into a grin, amused by how flustered you were, nothing compared to how brave you were over text. He remained in front of you for a moment, awaiting a response out of you, a question perhaps. 

“I…” ah, there it was. “I didn’t know you were in here.” 

“That’s okay,” he reassured, voice dripping with sweetness, that the moment he spoke, you found yourself melting in the spot. “Look at me.” 

Your face flushed with heat at the statement, shifting your gaze back to his face, breath knocking out of your chest when his eyes locked with yours, creating a mess out of you. He leveled himself with your body, adjusting his position where he stood now that he caught your attention. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he hushed out, grogginess visible through his tone. “Bug, was it?” 

Yeah, had you known Rafe Cameron was spending the next two months with you, you would not have shown up, aware of the consequences that came with your feelings. 

How were you supposed to set a limit for yourself when he’s there, existing and looking so attractive while doing it?

a/n prepapre to be sick of me theyre my new obsession!! also i PROMISE i have something planned for the whole bug nickname pls give it a chance ehebhe ei hope you enjoyed wheww im so nervous to publish this

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