#rafe fluff

[rafeysafterglow]

snooping through rafe's phone while he's sleeping

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader cw: fluffff, crude words, nothing else really a/n: my first fluff fic ^_^ he looks so yummy in this pic

you have been dating the kook prince, rafe cameron, for a few months now and it definitely came with its challenges. being a pogue, a lot of his friends and family disapproved. but, rafe proved himself and stood by you the whole time. your relationship with him is secure, but, sometimes, your insecurities and doubts cloud your judgement. why would he want to be with you when he can have anyone on the island?

the overthinking on this specific night went on haywire. topper and kelce invited rafe to a party, but he declined, because he promised to stay in and watched movies with you. he never declines a reason to go party. so why would he now?

throughout the movie, he kept to himself, quiet. he hums in agreement when you voice an opinion and shrugs in answer when you ask him a question. after the movie, he immediately went to sleep. on the other hand, your eyes couldn't stay shut no matter how much you forced it to. beside you, rafe was in deep slumber with his arms around you and him snoring softly behind your ears.

you usually wouldn't do this, but the insecurities were eating inside you. you slowly lifted his heavy arms off your body which forced him to turn to the other side. he begins to stir but no signs of waking up. you reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his phone. the bright screen illuminated your face and a photo of you two at a bonfire stared back. it was a selfie that he took, he was kissing your cheek as your wide-teethed smile faced the camera. you faced the screen towards his sleeping face to open it. he didn't have many notifications and only one caught your eye. it was sent at 9:16 pm.

topper : broo this party is going crazy, you're missing out

topper : hope that pogue bitch is worth it

you clicked on the notification which took you to the messages app. you scrolled up until you see the first message of the day that topper sent at 6:03 pm.

topper : yo. party at kelce's tonite. gonna be crazy asf

rafe : no thanks, spending the night with my girl tonight

topper : bro r u serious? this is the second time ure blowing us off

topper : and for what? some lame pogue bitch

rafe : don't u fucking dare talk about her like that

rafe : leave her the fuck alone before i fuck u up

you left the chat and scrolled through his other chats. you were too focused on stalking each one that you didn't realize rafe waking up. he watched you for a minute before speaking. “find anything?”

you gasped in shock, your face turned beet root in embarrassment. you slowly handed rafe his phone back. “no...” you whispered. he took his phone from you and locked it before placing it back on the nightstand. “i'm sorry, i know it's wrong but you were being so quiet tonight i can't help but wonder.”

“baby, you know i love you,” he said as he pulled you into him. “i'm not doing a good job as your boyfriend if i'm making your pretty little head doubt.”

“no, it just me. i'm sorry,” you sigh out as he combs his fingers through your hair.

“next time, if i'm not acting right, you sort me out,” he says sternly. “and stop saying sorry.”

[rafescherie]

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

[rafeys-angel13]

rafe making you nap

summary: you get grumpy and rafe makes you nap because he knows how to handle your attitude.

warnings: none

writers notes: sorry this is sooooo short…

you had been moody and sharp with rafe all day and he was sick of it.

when you two get home from lunch he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, making his way up the stairs to the bedroom.

he lays you down on the bed and pulls the covers over you.

"you need to sleep, baby..." he kisses your forehead, stroking your back.

"i'm not even tired..." you mumble, your eyelids fighting to stay open, you can't even convince yourself that you're not tired. you sigh in defeat and close your eyes.

"there ya go... good girl..." he chuckles softly and continues stroking your back firmly. his hand trails down the curve of your lower back, over your ass then the back of your thigh. he squeezes it gently then kisses your shoulder blade.

your body slowly starts to relax and he smiles softly at your sleepy state you once denied.

when you wake up, he’s sat next to you with his laptop. you lift your head to look up at him and he looks over at you.

“hey, pretty lady…” he smiles and sets his laptop down, pulling you into his side.

“hi” you respond gravelly as he kisses your head and brushes some hair off your face.

“you feeling better, sugar?” he squeezes you and looks at your expression. you nod and bury your face in his hoodie. chuckling, he slips his hand under your shirt and gently rubs his thumb on your lower back.

you lay there in a soothing silence for a little while, he lets you adjust to being awake and gives you occasional kisses on the head and comforting words when you sheepishly apologise for “being mean” earlier.

“i can take it, babygirl…” he smiles and you roll your eyes

-

[cherrygirlfriend]

━━ SLEEPY GIRL (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 summary: rafe’s girlfriend is sleepy.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 warnings / tags: fluff!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 author's note: requested by @tinythebunni !! i decided to write this about nerd!rafe and perv!reader, i hope you’re cool with that!!

PERV MASTERLIST ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 RAFE MASTERLIST

“oh, fuck off, josh!” rafe exclaimed in annoyance, banging his fists against his desk. he took off his headset, lifting his glasses slightly as his forefinger and thumb going to rub the corners of his eyes, a long breath leaving his lips as he looked to his bed.

you laid there in an almost fetal position, soft snores and mumbles leaving your lips. lately, you’d done nothing but sleep. your preferred place of nesting? rafe’s bed.

“i gotta get off now.” rafe mumbled into the discord call with his friends, ignoring their expressions of disappointment and simply taking his headset off and placing it somewhere on his desk, too enamored by the small smile on your lips as you slept.

rafe pushed you back a bit, the idea that he had to make space for himself on his own bed making him let out a quiet huff of laughter, indistinct mumbles leaving your lips. but eventually, rafe settled down next to you, his arms wrapping around you as you let out a soft hum in your sleep, your body curling and nuzzling into his as if you’d spent your entire life in his arms, as if it was the most comfortable place on earth.

you were woken up by morning light flickering into rafe’s dorm room through his blinds, nuzzling into the warm, strong pair of arms wrapped around your body as the figure holding you let out quiet snores behind you.

you couldn’t help the smile playing on your lips, shuffling around in rafe’s arms that didn’t let up even as you turned to face him, a serene expression on his face. with an impish smile, you started pressing kisses all over your boyfriend’s face.

rafe let out a groan, still half-asleep as you continued attacking him with kisses, mumbling your name in a weak attempt to get you to stop.

“lemme sleep…” rafe mumbled, only for you to giggle and move to straddle his hips. “come on…” he covered his eyes with his arm. you poked his bare chest, starting to tickle him.

“i wanna plaaaayyy.” you say in a sing-songy tone, making rafe snort. he pulled his arm away from his eyes as he looked up at you with an amused smile, “you wanna play?” “yup.”

“alright. let’s play.” rafe said with mirth, but before you could react, he had flipped you onto your back on the bed, making you burst into laughter as he started tickling you, “i’m gonna kiss you now.” rafe announced, still continuing to tickle you.

“noooo!” you laugh, “stinky morning breath!”

“you’ll live.” rafe stated, before bringing his lips down to yours while you were still giggling.

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[drewizz]

texts with boyfriend rafe x silly!gf anon requested 𝜗𝜚 cw: suggestive. more found here

notes. these are more entertaining and stress attenuating to make, compared to writing written chapters. part 2?

[littlelamy]

clingy with rafe

rafe would never call himself clingy. clingy was for guys who didn’t have their shit together or needed constant reassurance. but with you, it wasn’t insecurity—it was something else entirely.

he wasn’t sure when it started, but the second you walked into a room, it was like his body moved on its own. at toppers’ parties, his hand found yours before you even said hi to anyone. you were his grounding force in the chaos, and he wasn’t about to let you slip away.

“stick with me,” he muttered, fingers laced tightly with yours. his voice was low, the kind of tone that was more of a command than a suggestion. you weren’t complaining—his hand was warm and steady, making you feel more at ease in the wild, drunken crowd.

“i thought this was supposed to be a chill thing,” you teased, trying to match his long strides as he led you through the sea of bodies. your tone was light, but you couldn’t help smirking at the way he scanned the room like a hawk. he always had that protective edge, though he’d never admit it outright.

“yeah, well, topper’s definition of ‘chill’ is breaking every piece of furniture in the house,” rafe said, rolling his eyes. his thumb brushed over the back of your hand like it was second nature. “where the fuck is topp, anyway?”

you shrugged, barely holding back a laugh as you glanced around the room. “you’re asking me? i thought you were keeping track of him.” his jaw ticked slightly, but his focus never wavered from you for long.

when someone brushed past you a little too closely, rafe’s grip on your hand tightened. his shoulders tensed, and he pulled you into his side without missing a beat. “you good, princess?” he asked, his voice dropping in that way that made your stomach flutter.

“i’m fine, rafe,” you said, rolling your eyes but feeling secretly pleased at how much he cared. it wasn’t like the guy bumped into you on purpose, but rafe wasn’t about to let it slide. “you’ve asked me that, like, five times tonight.”

“yeah, well, just making sure,” he shot back, his lips twitching into a grin that didn’t quite mask his protective streak. he glanced down at you, eyes scanning your face as if checking for any hint of discomfort. “can’t have anyone messing with my girl, right?”

later, when the two of you found an empty spot on the couch, rafe was already pulling you down next to him. “sit,” he ordered, his voice taking on that familiar commanding edge.

you raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, sinking into his lap with a sigh. before you could even get comfortable, his hands were sliding over your legs, his fingers brushing gently over your skin.

“rafe,” you said, leaning back against him as his hands roamed, moving up to your thighs and rubbing slow circles over the soft fabric of your dress.

“relax, princess,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and almost playful as he traced his fingertips along your legs. “you’re too tense.”

you shot him a look, feeling the heat of his hands on your skin, but despite your attempt to act nonchalant, you couldn’t stop the warmth flooding your chest. “you’re impossible,” you muttered, but didn’t move away.

“nah,” he whispered with a smirk, fingers continuing their teasing path along your legs. “i just know how to get you to relax.”

later, when you nudged him and told him you needed to use the bathroom, his reaction was immediate. “cool, i’ll come with you,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. you stopped mid-step, looking at him like he’d grown another head.

“rafe, i’m not gonna get lost. it’s the bathroom,” you said, already exasperated. his expression didn’t budge, that familiar mix of confidence and stubbornness plastered across his face. “you don’t need to come with me.”

“it’s not about you getting lost, princess,” he said, smirking in a way that made your pulse quicken. the nickname rolled off his tongue effortlessly, like he’d been calling you that forever. “just making sure no one tries anything while you’re gone.”

“so, what? you’re gonna stand outside the door like a security guard?” you asked, crossing your arms in challenge. his grin widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he had other plans. “you’re unbelievable, rafe.”

“not standing outside, babe,” he said with a wink, already following you toward the tiny bathroom. you gaped at him, half-annoyed and half-amused, as he casually shut the door behind you. “i’m coming in with you.”

“rafe!” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper as you gestured around the cramped space. his nonchalant demeanor made it even more infuriating, like this was the most logical thing he could’ve done. “you can’t just—this is weird!”

“what’s weird about it?” he asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. his gaze was steady, like he genuinely couldn’t understand your objection. “not like i haven’t seen you before, princess.”

your cheeks flushed at his comment, and you smacked his arm lightly in protest. “rafe cameron, you’re impossible,” you muttered, turning toward the toilet with a defeated sigh. “at least turn around or something.”

“fine, fine,” he said, laughing as he spun to face the door, his shoulders shaking slightly. his smugness was practically radiating off him, and you knew he was enjoying every second of this. “just say the word if you need me, babe.”

when you were done and washing your hands, he turned back around without missing a beat. his eyes softened as they landed on you, his usual teasing replaced with something gentler. “you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“i’m fine, rafe,” you said, shaking your head with a small smile. his concern, as ridiculous as it was sometimes, always managed to make your heart ache in the best way. “but you’re never living this down.”

“don’t care,” he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. his lips brushed against your temple, his hold on you firm and steady. “you’re stuck with me, princess.”

and honestly? you didn’t mind one bit.

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[starkeymeow]

can you do that one tiktok trend where the girlfriend’s all like “i’m going home” or whatever with rafe?? it’s so funny

you try the “i wanna go home” prank on your boyfriend rafe

you hit the record button with your thumb. your phone rests on your stomach, camera angled just right, and you scroll a little through instagram to sell the illusion.

rafe’s across the room, standing in front of his dresser in just sweatpants, his back to you as he folds the last of the laundry.

you wait until he bends down to slide a drawer open before you murmur, “i think i’m gonna go home.”

he pauses. his hand hovers over the drawer for a second too long before he continues reaching into it, eyebrows pinched in a small frown.

“you’re what?” he asks, head cocked slightly to the side.

you press your lips together, trying not to smile. “i wanna go home.” you say it so casually like it’s nothing.

rafe shakes his head with a short laugh like he thinks you’re out of your mind but he’s used to it by now. he tosses the folded clothes onto the piles he’s already lined up.

“you got somewhere to be that you’re not tellin’ me about?” he throws over his shoulder.

you furrow your brows instantly, head lifting off the pillow a bit. “what? no, i just wanna go home.”

he hums, amused, not buying it for a second. “home where? and how? you don’t even drive.” he finally glances back at you as you’re stifling a laugh, then over his shoulder to motion vaguely around the room like this should be obvious. “you already are home,” he says, turning back to his drawer like it’s a fact, not a debate.

“yeah, but i meant my home.”

that’s the one that gets him. rafe closes the drawer with a little more weight than necessary. his jaw flexes as he pokes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, thinking something over. “you’re sleepin’ over tonight,” he says plainly.

you drag out a sigh, voice going all soft and bratty the way he secretly likes. “rafe . . .”

“if you even try to leave, i’m locking that damn door,” he mutters, totally unfazed. “talking about leaving . . .” he’s muttering to himself like he’s gonna have a laugh about it as he walks over to the bed, stretching one arm behind his neck like he’s just getting comfortable. and then he glances down.

you see the second he notices your phone, the camera suspiciously angled toward him. his lips twitch. he squints a little and lets out a quiet laugh, not even surprised, just amused. he knows you’re recording. you’ve been testing him with these stupid tiktok trends all week.

“really? again?”

you let out a real laugh, reaching for the button to stop the recording before tossing it somewhere behind you on the bed. you shift onto your knees and crawl toward him without saying a word, fingers curling into the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer.

“of course i’m not leaving,” you reassure him.

his hands find your hips like they always do, and you pull him in for a kiss, then deeper as you smile into it.

[cherrywriterrr]

okay so im like OBSESSED with dad!rafe x pregnant!reader and i desperately need a fic where they are both hanging around the pouges and then the reader goes into hardcore labour and everyone like freaks tf out and doesnt know what to do. But it'd be nice if rafe wasn't soft but not overall mean. LIKE SEASON TWO RAFE VIBES BUT LEVELED DOWN FIVE NOTCHES? sorry if thats alot but i love the way u write 😋

hold on, baby

dad!rafe x pregnant!reader

warning: cursing, labor, pregnancy

your back’s been aching all day, but you didn’t say anything.

not when jj tossed you a beer and forgot you were pregnant. not when pope asked if you needed to sit and you brushed it off like it was nothing. not even when kiara kept glancing at your belly like it was ticking.

but now, standing under the orange party lights strung between trees, barefoot in the sand behind the chateau, something shifts.

a sharp pain cuts through your stomach like a blade. you stop breathing. your hand shoots to the curve of your bump.

rafe’s cigarette nearly slips from his fingers.

he was leaning against the porch post, arms crossed, bored with the whole thing—until he saw your face.

he’s on you in a second. “what is it?”

you blink. your mouth opens, but nothing comes out until the second wave hits. worse this time. you curl forward slightly, hand on your thigh, breathing sharp. “i—fuck. i think it’s happening.”

“what the fuck do you mean it’s happening?”

you glare up at him. “i’m not pissing myself, rafe!”

jj drops his drink. “wait, wait, are you like… having the baby right now?”

“no, fuckface,” rafe barks, already pulling you toward him, wrapping a steadying arm around your back. “she’s in labor.”

pope is frozen. kiara looks like she’s about to cry. sarah runs to grab a towel like that’s gonna fix it.

“it’s too early,” you mumble, digging your nails into rafe’s arm.

“yeah?” rafe growls, low and urgent, brushing your sweaty hair off your forehead. “well, tell that to the fucking baby.”

you double over again, groaning, and rafe looks around at the group like he’s gonna kill them all if they don’t move.

“get the truck,” he yells at jj. “now!”

they all scatter, panicked like it’s a goddamn horror movie, and rafe just grips you tighter.

“hey,” he mutters, pressing his forehead to yours as you breathe through it. “look at me. i got you, alright? i don’t care if the world burns right now—you’re not doing this without me.”

you squeeze your eyes shut. “rafe… it hurts. it fucking hurts.”

“i know,” he says, soft for the first time tonight. “but you’re doing so fucking good.”

the headlights of the truck flash through the trees. jj shouts something from the driver’s seat, but rafe doesn’t look. he lifts you in his arms like you’re weightless.

“you’re gonna be okay,” he promises, mostly to himself. “you and our baby. no one’s gonna fuck this up.”

—

“don’t fucking touch her.”

jj’s driving like a maniac. swerving. cursing. trying to be helpful but his hands are shaking so bad he nearly misses the first turn.

“jj if you crash this fucking truck, i’ll slit your throat,” rafe snaps from the backseat, voice sharp, eyes wild. “swear to god, i’ll fucking end you.”

“i’m trying, man!” jj yells, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“try harder. don’t talk. don’t breathe. just fucking drive.”

you’re half sprawled across the backseat, your head in rafe’s lap, his hand pushing your hair back with shaking fingers. another contraction hits and you groan, loud, sharp, pain making your whole body tense.

rafe immediately bends down. “hey—hey, look at me. i got you, okay? breathe. you gotta fucking breathe, baby, please.”

“i am breathing,” you manage to hiss, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“yeah? well not fucking good enough, it sounds like you’re dying.”

sarah twists in the passenger seat, panicked, reaching back. “babe, do you need—”

“don’t touch her!” rafe barks, low and venomous. “don’t fucking look at her either.”

sarah freezes. jj slams on the brakes at a red light and the whole truck lurches.

“you stupid son of a bitch!” rafe shouts, one hand still cradling your face, the other slamming the back of jj’s seat. “you slam this fucking truck again and i will kill you. right here. no witnesses.”

jj yells back. sarah says something about calming down. rafe ignores all of it.

he’s looking at you again, softer now but completely unhinged. “you okay? do you need water? fuck. are you cold? hot? what’s wrong—what’s hurting—”

“rafe,” you gasp, chest rising and falling fast, “you’re not helping.”

he freezes. mouth tight. then nods, once, fast.

“right. okay. right. sorry. sorry, just—fuck, i’m not letting you die in the back of this shitty truck with these idiots around.”

“i’m not dying.”

“you better fucking not,” he mutters, voice low against your ear, brushing a kiss to your temple. “i need you. i need you so bad.”

he’s shaking. worse than you. whispering over and over that you’ve got this, you’re strong, he’s not gonna let anything happen.

when the hospital sign finally comes into view, rafe nearly kicks the truck door off its hinges.

“don’t follow us,” he growls to jj and sarah as he lifts you out. “if she’s not okay, it’s your fucking heads.”

and then he’s gone, storming through the emergency doors with you in his arms, yelling at the nurses, eyes full of fire and fear like he’d set the whole world on fire just to keep you breathing.

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[kittykatinc]

rafe shows up to your house with blood on his face

You hear the knock before you see the time. Three soft taps. Even. Unhurried. You don’t even have to check. You already know who it is. Your stomach turns, but your feet move anyway.

When you open the door, Rafe’s standing there—bruised and bloodied. Again.

There’s a smear of red across his jaw, some dried at the corner of his mouth. His nose is still bleeding a little, and his knuckles look like he punched a wall, or a person.

His eyes lock onto yours, and the second he sees your face, he exhales. “Hey, baby,” he mutters with a scratchy edge to his voice.

You don’t say anything. Just open the door wider.

He steps inside, brushing past you like this is routine. Like this isn’t the third time this month. You shut the door, slowly.

He leans against your kitchen counter, swiping the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s not mine,” he says casually, like that’s supposed to comfort you.

It doesn’t.

Still, you don’t say anything. You head to the sink, grab a washcloth, run it under warm water. You hear him chuckle softly behind you. “You’re mad.”

You’re not. Not really. Just scared. Worried. But you don’t want to give that to him right now. You don’t want to feed whatever this part of him is.

When you turn, he’s already watching you. Waiting.

You walk over. Hold the warm cloth to his face.

He flinches, just a little, then lets out a breath and leans in. His eyes flutter shut, like your touch calms him down. “You always take care of me,” he murmurs, lips brushing the air near your wrist. “Even when you look at me like that.”

You pause. “Like what?”

He opens his eyes, smirking. “Like I scare you.”

You don’t respond. You just keep cleaning him. Careful, quiet. His hand drifts to your waist at some point, fingers resting there like it’s normal. Like this is just your thing now—late nights and blood.

“Still love me?” he asks after a beat. You roll your eyes, but your hands get gentler. He smiles, “You do.”

And even though you don’t say it out loud, you think he knows.

Because a few minutes later, he’s dozing on your couch with his head on your shoulder and your fingers are in his hair, quietly tracing circles. You might be mad. You might be scared. But when he’s here, with you, it's when you feel the safest.

[mqyra]

soft!rafe trying to propose

you were near the water, you and rafe always went back to the water, where it was a lot quiet, peaceful even.

he had been trying to propose, planning the whole thing for weeks now, but now, in the moment, he couldn't get the words out.

they were near the vacation mansion, a wide grin spread on rafe's face, she knew what was going to happen today, she wasn't stupid. she knew rafe better than he knew himself.

but his eyes light up, when she realises exactly what he's about to do, when he kneels down and before he could get his words out, when he finally built the courage to talk—

she squeals, really loudly and jumps up and down like she was a child getting a birthday present, jumping up and down and spinning. and he laughs, and he weren't even annoyed.

he waits patiently. "you gonna let me say it, sweet pea?"

she nods quickly, tucking both strands of hair back on both ears like amy santiago if you know what i mean, holding both his hands, taking a big deep breath.

"okay, okay... okay! im ready!" she smiles.

he holds back a laugh. "can I talk now?"

"yeah, yes, yes you can." her smile widens.

"you gonna butt in to jump?" rafe's eyebrows raise.

and you shook your head, schooling a serious expression, a smile on your face, laughing. "im ready, i swear."

he brings her hand to his mouth, brushing his lips against her knuckles, a gentle gesture that was nothing but sweet.

its even worse when her eyes light up like it was glistening against diamonds from when she saw that big diamond and the ring itself, was beautiful. silvery, and full of life.

you notice rafe's name engraved with it, because he was going to be tied with you forever.

his fingers tremble around it, like he was nervous, and he lets out a shaky laugh.

"i was gonna be a big romantic, y'know. get the knee out, drop out. the whole shebang." he meets her eyes, chuckling.

"baby" he begins, "will you marry me?"

[twobitsblade]

toxic!rafe fights with sweetheart!reader over brownies

“oh for fuck’s sake, can’t you do somethin’ right for once in your life?” he groaned, slapping your hand away from the brownies you were removing from the oven for your first year anniversary that you’d accidentally burnt.

“m’sorry, rafe, i was just—”

“you were just what? being scatterbrained? being useless?”

you froze. it was clear he was only getting angrier and angrier. you placed your hands on his shoulders to put some distance between you two.

“i’m real sorry i messed up.”

“you somehow managed to mess every little thing up, how’s that possible, darlin’?” he said, jaw clenched, stroking your head in a motion that felt less consoling and more threatening.

you sighed and, in an attempt to placate him, leaned into his chest. in response, he wrapped his biceps around your neck just the slightest bit too tight, and for a moment or two you simply stood there. the only sounds you could hear were his heartbeat pounding in your ear and his breathing on your head.

“next time just be quiet and do the thing i ask you to do, right? alright?”

“yes.” his hands wrapped around your forearms as he jerked you backwards so you were now standing in front of him.

“yes what?”

“yes sir,” you said, your face flushing a pale pink—not from arousal or shyness, but from the way he seemed to find no problem humiliating you. you bit your lip, eyes immediately latching onto the ground.

“hey,” he said, flicking your chin up. “don’t act like some deer caught in fuckin’ headlights. after making mistakes, just own up to ’em.”

you nodded, eyes glazing over as you turned to throw away the brownies and redo them. it both surprised and hurt you how, in such a short span of time, he could turn into such a cruel, cold person right after making you feel like the only girl in the world.

after a minute or two of silence, he placed his fingers on your lower back, rubbing small gentle circles. you slowly placed the pan down and turned to him.

“m’sorry, hunnie, don’t be mad.”

you paused. you had so many things you wanted to say: how many bad days do you have? i have bad days too. not that you care. but you kept all those thoughts inside your pretty little head just like you knew he would’ve liked.

“s’okay, rafey, i understand.”

he hugged you softly once again, now his chin resting on the crown of your head as he began to place forceful, rough, almost peckish kisses all over your face. your eyebrows furrowed and lips curled, but you “fixed your face” before he could call it out. lord knows how big of an fiasco that would’ve turned into.

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ a little dry humping never ruined a friendship.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. bsf!rafe x bsf!reader. dry humping, dirty talk & praise.

cherie's note — based off of this tweet!

your hips rolled against his like this was normal — like you weren't even thinking, and this was all just instinct. thighs straddling his lap, his large hands guiding your movements in rhythm with his. rafe's mouth was on you like he was starving — like he had anticipated this moment for years.

his back was slouched against his headboard, head tipped just enough for you to take what you wanted: sloppy kisses, open mouths, gasping against each other when the heat surged too fast. your lips slid against his like you owned them, tongue teasing until he groaned into you, that deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight to your core.

you could feel him under you — hot and hard through the thin material of his boxers, one of the only two things acting as a barrier in this moment— flimsy fabric, and a label you were dangerously close to ignoring.

best friends. nothing more.

"jesus," he muttered, breath ragged, hands gripping your waist with determination, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt like he needed to feel every inch of your skin. "you feel so good on me, baby."

a broken, throaty whine tore from your lips, raw and unrestrained, your chest rising and falling in frantic, shallow breaths. your eyes fluttered shut as your hips moved on their own, chasing friction like it was the only thing keeping you alive. every slow grind dragged your soaked panties across the thick, throbbing bulge straining against his boxers — each pass nudging your swollen clit with aimed precision. the wet heat between your thighs was unbearable, your need slick and shameless, seeping through the fabric that felt far too thin to separate you from what you really wanted.

"you're soaking through your panties... fuck, baby. you feel that?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes — his pupils blown wide, mouth swollen from kissing.

his words hung in the air, and for a second, the tension was almost suffocating. you could feel the heat creeping on your face, a mix of embarrassment and guilt. you swallowed hard, biting your lip to keep from responding too quickly, but your body couldn't lie.

"shut up," you whispered, your voice low, almost pleading. you didn't know if you were telling him to stop, or trying to distract yourself from the growing feeling in your stomach. but your hips still moved, still rocked, against the pressure of him beneath you, betraying every word you tried to say.

rafe smirked, but his eyes were still locked on you, unreadable — dangerous. "i'm hardly doing anything, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice rough, a little shaky. his hands glide against the skin of your waist, goosebumps rising in their path. "you're the one who can't stay still."

the taste of copper in your mouth was undeniable — teeth biting down on your bottom lip, hands gripping his shoulders in attempt of stability, trying to keep steady — trying desperately to keep yourself together. "you're one to talk — whose idea was it for me to sit in your lap, ray?"

rafe's gaze faltered down to where you were both pressed together, lips parting like he was going to say something, but he didn't. instead, he gripped your hips again, guiding your movements, slow and deliberate, just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

the pressure was building, slow and unbearable, like the air itself was too thick to breathe — suffocating. each grind of your hips against his sent a shock to your shaking body, tightening everything within you.

rafe's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling under you, his blue eyes half-lidded watching you with a hunger you couldn't ignore. "fuck, you're close, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with need, the words pulling something deep from within you.

"come on," rafe coaxed, his voice rough, low. "let go, baby. let me watch you come undone."

each roll of your hips made the pressure at your core spike higher, sharper. you were so close — until, finally, something snapped. the words sent a wave of heat crashing over you, the combination of his touch and his filthy praise pushing you to the edge. you gasped, nails digging into his chest, hips rutting harder against rafe, desperate for that release.

he lets out a sharp, unmistakable whimper, hot spurts of his own cum coating the soaked fabric of your lace panties, sticky strings of his release mixing with the wet mess between your folds.

for a moment, the air is thick with something undeniable — hot, heavy panting, chests heaving against one another as you both blink in astonishment, then break into soft, methodical laughter at the predicament you’ve found yourselves in.

"we're supposed to be—"

"friends?" he laughs, catching his breath, gaze flickering down towards where your messy cunt presses persistently against his crotch, "yeah, keep sitting on me like that and say it again."

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or being under the stars with him.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ posting this one hour early because i need to sleep !!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

the ache in your head caused by the one too many drinks you'd had the night before was so strong you were sure even half a bottle of aspirin wouldn't be enough to help, but what was worse, was the case of hangxiety looming over you as the night's events came back to you.

you hid your head in your hands; you couldn't believe you'd ranted to some random guy about your issues, your anxieties. even worse, you'd probably annoyed the hell out of MalachiConstant with your drunken messages. you grabbed your pillow and pressed it to your face in it, screaming into the soft fabric.

meanwhile, rafe had spent most of the night rolling in bed. he stared down at his phone screen, before running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. no matter how much time he'd spent thinking about you, about how he could finally put a face to the girl he'd spent weeks talking to. he didn't know what he was supposed to do next.

fuck.

the whole point of your… thing was to be anonymous. he had no idea how you'd react if you knew who rafe was. he wasn't an idiot, he knew the kind of reputation he had around the college. he knew what people thought about him. entitled, rich fuckboy.

you were the first person who hadn't judged him, the first person who saw rafe as he was. but if you found out who he really was… he doesn't think you'd see him the way youb

he let himself crash back into bed. rafe took one more glance at his phone, before turning it off and staring up at the wooden ceiling; the boy needed to figure out what to do.

is he going to keep it a tell you that he knows who you are and risk you never talking to him again, or is he going to keep hiding it just to hold onto you a little bit longer? it was too early and rafe was too damn hungover to think about these kinds of things.

his slippers made a soft, rhythmic noise against the hardwood floors as he lazily made his way down into the kitchen. rafe pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed an energy drink, the tab letting out a hiss as he opened it and took a large chug.

"hungover much?"

rafe's eyes widened when he heard the voice coming behind him, turning around to see a familiar pink-haired girl standing there, an oversized shirt on her frame he immediately recognized as belonging to topper. "not really." he shrugged, "you guys fuckin' again?"

"you make it sound so crude." vivian rolled her eyes yet grinned as she made her way to the coffee maker, "it's just a bit of drunken fooling out. nothing huge. i am surprised about one thing, though."

"and what's that?"

"that in the few days we've been here i haven't seen any half-naked girls leaving your room." vivian narrowed her eyes as she poured coffee into a cup, "do you have a secret girlfriend or something?"

"no." rafe snorted, "i can go a few days without sleeping with someone. i'm not that big of a fuckboy."

"uh, yeah you are." vivian said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "every time i've slept over in topper's room, the next morning i'd see at least one girl come out of your room and do the walk of shame. so, what gives? you have a crush or something?"

rafe snorted as if the girl had said something absurd, taking another chug out of the can, "i'm not talking to you about crushes." "so you admit that you have a crush." vivian grinned. "not admitting shit." rafe grumbled, before clearing his throat, "you seen your friend?"

"emilia's probably—" "not emilia." rafe interrupted the girl before she could finish her sentence, making vivian narrow her eyes in suspicion, "why are you curious about her?"

rafe shrugged his shoulders, slightly defensively, "just askin'." "i thought you were into emilia." "i never said that." vivian crossed her arms, cocking her head to the side, "if you try to play one of my friends, especially my best friend, i will feed little rafe to pigs before you have enough time to beg for forgiveness." vivian's threat only made rafe roll his eyes, but the girl continued, "i'm not kidding. she's a fragile person, and i'm not gonna allow someone who thinks with their dick take advantage of her and ghost her once he gets laid."

"jesus, do you really think that little of me?"

"i know guys like you. hell, i am a guy like you, rafe." vivian took a tentative sip of her coffee, "i refuse to watch her get hurt. so if i were you, i'd seriously think about what i do."

you didn't receive a single message from MalachiConstant for the rest of the break. it was now the night before you were bound to go back to school, your hair flowing in the cool night wind as you leaned on the balcony railing, looking up at the few dim stars up on the sky.

you felt so stupid for being emotional over a random guy online ignoring you; for allowing him to have such an impact. you sighed, about to push yourself away from the railing, before you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

when you turned your head, you saw rafe standing at the doorway, "oh. it's you." you mumbled quietly, before facing forward again. the boy let out a snort of laughter, and you could hear him approach you, "don't sound so disappointed."

"sorry." you said with a tight-lipped smile, drawing patterns on the wooden railing with the tip of your finger, "i just have a lot on my mind." "yeah? like what?" "you wouldn't get it."

"won't know until you try." rafe said, making you roll your eyes, "i don't know. it's stupid." you shrugged. "there was someone i was starting to like, but suddenly he just cut me off out of nowhere."

"oh." rafe took a moment. he'd needed time to think about things, needed time to decide what to do next. he hadn't even considered that his absence could affect you.

"i bet that's never happened to you." you said with a quiet, slightly self-conscious laugh, "i bet you've done that to people." rafe looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. you weren't wrong, and he couldn't help the slight pang of guilt in his chest at the thought. "but, uh, that happened to me. and i've never been great with people, so finally connecting with someone and then have this happen feels like crap."

"maybe… maybe he's just been busy." rafe scratched the back of his neck, his words making you let out a humorless huff of laughter, "i love the optimism. unfortunately i'm more of a hopeless realist. but i'll be okay. at least i can focus more on studying."

"come on. give the poor guy a break. i happen to be an expert on how the male brain works and sometimes, we can be a little dumb." "only sometimes?" you asked with raised brows, making rafe shake his head and smile. "most of the time."

you straightened up and look up at the half-crescent moon and the stars on the sky, "is it bad that i'm excited to go back to college?" "you seem the type to be." rafe said quietly, making you snort, "way to kick a girl while she's down." you nudged his side. "what? i feel like half the time i've seen you, your head's been buried in a book."

"you been watching me?" you raise your brows inquiringly, only for him to give you a small, slightly flirtatious smile, leaning into you. "what if i have?" you shake your head even as warmth slowly creeps up your neck.

you let out a small sigh, tracing the constellations above, tracing them with your finger, "god, i love the stars." "i know." the boy's statement made you furrow your brows, only for him to let out a soft chuckle, "you told me that the night we first met. and you did that whole finger thing."

rafe's hand moved to take hold of the back of your hand, the feel of his warm hand holding onto your cold one causing a shiver to run down your chest spine, your breath momentarily knocked out of you. he was looking up at the sky, but you couldn't help but stare at him.

but when he finally looked at you, there was a smile on his lips, "the night we met, your eyes were pretty much twinkling with stars." as you listened to his words, you couldn't help but glance down at his lips before looking back up into his icy blue eyes. your heart was pounding against your chest so hard you could've sworn it might burst out, "i need to tell-"

"goodnight, rafe." you say abruptly, pulling away from him unable to resist the need to put some distance between you and him, rafe's lips twisting into a slight frown before the boy cleared his throat, "goodnight, shooting star."

you rushed back into the room you shared with emilia and vivian; the former already asleep and the latter gone from her bed, as expected. you laid down on your own bed, placing your hand on your chest to hopefully calm your racing heart, only for your phone to let out a ping!

when you opened your phone, your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

MalachiConstant: sorry i haven't been texting MalachiConstant: i'm thinking about you tho MalachiConstant: and i miss you

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[rafeys-angel13]

come to bed

summary: you’re literally never tired, you’ll clean or read when rafe’s sleeping. tonight, he decides to stop you from staying up late one night and tire you out before bed.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, not proofread

writers notes: okay i’m fine with this one i don’t hate it

it’s around 11pm when rafe takes a shower and climbs into bed. he sees you in the closet, clearing some clothes out. so he gets up and walks over.

“baby, what on earth are you doing?” he sighs and sits down next to you on the floor.

“just thought i’d clear out the closet, there’s a lot of clothes i don’t wear in here and i should probably sell them or donate them…” you answer, sorting a few different shirts into piles.

“at 11pm?” retorts, sounding exasperated.

you look up at him and nod, your pretty eyes glistening at him make him feel bad for being annoyed.

“i didn’t think it would take this long…” you continue to fold clothes and sort them into piles.

he stands up and stands infront of you, looking down at you with a small pout.

“come to bed… you can do this tomorrow…” he holds his hands out.

“baby, just let me finish it and i’ll come to bed i swear… just 20 minutes…” you don’t even look up at him, speeding up your actions.

in one swift move, rafe picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he carries you over to the bed and lays you down, crawling on top of you.

“do i have to give you a bedtime or something? why won’t you ever come to bed at a reasonable time… it’s always late with you” he murmurs as he presses soft kisses down your neck and shoulder. you sigh and let him.

“i don’t know, i just get a lot of energy at night.” you rest your cheek against his head as he kisses behind your ear.

“let me tire you out then…” he whispers in your ear then looks at you. you chuckle and pull him in by the back of the neck.

“you can try…” you retort and he kisses you hungrily, pushing his body against yours and intertwining his tongue against yours. he pulls away eventually and smirks down at you.

“oh i’ll try my hardest…” he winks and slips your shirt off over your head.

he immediately attaches his mouth to your stomach and kisses a messy line down the middle, he pulls your shorts down along with your underwear.

“so pretty…” he smiles and kisses your hip bone.

you pull his shirt down and he kisses his way back up to your face, kissing the corner of your mouth and then pressing a longer one to your lips.

you pull his shirt over his head and kiss his chest. he watches you with a small smirk on his face, lowering himself so you can reach easier.

once he decides you had enough he pushes you back down onto the bed and kisses you harshly again, your noses squished and your breath hitches when his leg slips between your legs, giving you some friction to relieve the need he had caused.

you press your core against his thigh and grind down on it, moaning softly. your jaw goes slack when he presses against it harder, your motion speeds up more.

he pulls down his pyjama pants and boxers, then he returns his leg before you can complain.

rafe lets you grind on his thigh for a while, his hands gently roaming your body as you push your needy cunt against his bare thigh.

he pulls it away, earning a small whine from you.

“i’m sorry, angel… you’ll be fine.” he chuckles and rubs your belly for reassurance.

his fingers slip into your slick pussy. you yelp slightly and sit up a little but as soon as his fingers start working in and out your head drops back against the pillows and you’re a moaning mess. coming undone underneath him.

“you’re that easy to please, huh?” he teases as he sees your eyes roll back. he speeds up his movements in and out of you, making your moans and whimpers louder.

his other hand finds your clit and rubs harsh circles around it, it hurts a little but you can barely feel it over the pleasure.

you moan and your hips jolt up and then back down, your thighs automatically trying to squeeze shut. rafe closes your legs and lays you on your side, he finds your hole again and shoves his fingers back in.

you yelp yet again but grip his shoulder in pleasure soon after when you adjust again.

he keeps pumping his fingers in and out until you feel the familiar feeling in your core.

“fuck- rafe im gonna cum” you pant and whimper, he smirks and slows his movements down, eliciting a frustrated whine from you.

“didn’t say i’d be nice about it did i..?” his tone is strangely calm and sweet, as if he’s not basically torturing you.

“please rafe…” you wine and grip his wrist, he chuckles.

“you wanna cum, princess?” he taunts and you nod.

he speeds his movements up again, still hitting the exact spot you need him to hit. you arch your back and moan loudly, clenching around his fingers.

he slows his pace down to help you ride your high and then pulls his fingers out.

he leans his head down to your core and presses a soft kiss to your clit, enjoy the way you jerk away from his lips.

“such a sensitive, angel…” he teases and sits back.

he watches you, still laying on your side. you’re not moving, trying to recover from the pleasure his fingers just gave you.

he gently rubs your thigh, smiling at you proudly.

“you all fucked out just by my fingers, baby doll…?”

he moves your leg, parting your thighs and making you lay on your back.

he watches the glistening slick drip out of you and scoops a bit on his fingers before licking them clean. you giggle and he smiles even wider at your laugh.

“i think you tired me out…”you mumble and he scoffs.

“i’m not done with you yet.” he taps your hip. “on your hands and knees… wanna fuck you”

you look up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of teasing. he was deadly serious, you hate doggy.

“can we try something else… i don’t like doggy…”

“nope, on your hands and knees… now.” he demands.

you huff and move so you’re kneeling, facing away from him. he pushes you forward so your face is in the pillows.

“there ya go.. good girl. stay there.” he grumbles and takes his cock into his hand. he pumps his hand over it a few times and taps your butt with it. he sees your pussy clench and chuckles.

“you’re so desperate for dick, huh? starting to think you like getting wrecked.” rafe mocks.

you just whine and bury your face into the pillow. he slowly pushes his tip into your glistening hole. letting you adjust before continuing, he watches your pussy swallow his erection.

he groans lowly and you whine, instinctively clenching around him. he starts thrusting in and out at a comfortable pace.

he leans forward a little to adjust the angle, when he hears your moans get louder he smirks and picks up the pace.

he leans down and kisses your shoulder blade, holding your hips up as he feels your body start jerking away from him.

“don’t run from it, sweetheart…” he taunts.

“don’t make me do something i don’t wanna do and maybe i won’t.” you retort back quickly.

his hand lands a harsh smack on your butt and you yelp.

“don’t complain, you’re fine” he huffs and speeds up the thrusts.

you continued whining at each thrust, arching your back and making him groan even louder. the sound of skin slapping and your pussy squelching filling the room.

rafe’s grip gets tighter and he groans loudly.

“i’m gonna cum, princess-“ he gasps out and his hips stutter, you’re filled with the warm sensation you’re very familiar with.

he continues his thrusts and your stomach tightens, he knows by the sound of your moans that you’re close too, he wraps an arm around your waist and presses on your stomach.

you moan loudly and warm liquid comes splashing out of your pussy, mixing with rafe’s. he pulls out and sits back.

“mm good girl…” he smirks and lays you on your side.

rafe presses some soft kisses on your chest and neck, rubbing your trembling thighs.

“such a messy girl… let’s get you cleaned up.” he smiles and picks you up easily, carrying you to the bathroom.

he fills up the bath and puts a bath bomb in it.

once you both are settled in the bath, you between his legs and his arms wrapped around you, he washes you gently. he smiles softly as your little whines as he gets too close to your sensitive core.

“sorry, angel…” he presses a kiss to your temple and then your shoulder.

-

[rafeysvenicebitch]

Daddy, don’t goੈ✩‧₊˚

summary: Churchbunny!Reader’s father shows up with the police to tear her new life apart. Her baby girl screams for Rafe as he’s taken into custody. They say it’s for “kidnapping.” They say it’s to “save” her. But love speaks louder than fear, and the truth sets them free.

cw: the baby cry’s :( , but fluff later, a little mention of abuse(not from Rafe or anyone)

You heard the sirens before you saw the dust.

It was late afternoon, the sun heavy in the sky, your baby girl sticky with drool and warm from her nap. You were holding her against your chest, humming something soft while Rafe fixed the screen door again, his shirt tossed somewhere inside, sweat clinging to his chest.

Then the patrol cars rolled up.

Gravel crunched. Doors slammed.

And your blood went cold.

“Rafe,” you whispered, clutching your daughter closer, her sleepy body going tense in your arms.

He turned slow. Saw the badges. The familiar face of your father striding straight through the dirt like he owned it. He had his shotgun again. Didn’t even try to hide it this time. Two officers flanked him, already reaching for cuffs.

Rafe stepped in front of you immediately, just enough to shield you and the baby.

“Hands where I can see ‘em,” one of the cops snapped.

Your daughter started to cry.

“Daddy!” she screamed, clinging to Rafe’s pants with one tiny fist. “Daddy!”

She didn’t understand what was happening, not really, but she understood they were taking him. And that was enough.

Rafe didn’t resist.

He didn’t cuss. Didn’t lash out. Just turned his head to look at you, his eyes soft as they dragged him away.

“I got you, bunny,” he said quietly. “You stay with her. Don’t let her cry alone.”

You held your baby girl so tight your arms ached. She kicked and screamed and sobbed for him until her voice gave out. You didn’t stop crying, either.

They took him to the nearest station. Questioned him for hours.

“Did you kidnap her?”

“No.”

“Did you take her across state lines against her will?”

“No.”

“Did you know she was pregnant when you left town?”

“Yeah. She told me on her own. She wanted to leave.”

Your father sat in the lobby like a statue, demanding to speak to every officer who passed. He said he wanted to press charges, kidnapping, coercion, corruption, anything they’d stick. Said his daughter had been brainwashed, seduced, ruined.

They asked you.

In a sterile room under buzzing lights, holding your daughter on your hip while she clutched your shirt and blinked up at the strangers, they asked if Rafe had taken you.

“No,” you said, voice steady. “I left because I wanted to.”

“Was he abusive?”

“No.”

“Did he threaten you?”

You shook your head.

“Has he ever hurt the child?”

“She’s never known a day of pain with him. She cries when he’s gone more than five minutes.”

They sent someone to inspect the trailer. Searched the drawers, the baby’s crib, Rafe’s tool bench. They flipped the mattress. Opened the fridge. Took pictures of the baby’s closet you’d made from a hallway cupboard. The hand-sewn blankets. The little book of Bible stories next to the rocking chair.

No signs of violence. No drugs. No weapons, save for one registered in your name.

He was released before sunset.

When he stepped back into the trailer, your daughter shrieked and launched herself into his arms.

“Daddy!” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his neck like he was the only safe place in the world.

You stood a few steps away, eyes red, heart pounding. Rafe looked at you like you were salvation.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s head, then to your forehead.

“You came back,” you said.

“I never left.”

Your father was gone by nightfall. No apology. Just a tail of dust and a shotgun no longer loaded.

But the damage was done.

You curled up in bed with your daughter tucked between you both. Rafe kept a hand on her all night, like he was scared someone would take her while he slept.

“They’ll never understand us,” you whispered.

“They don’t need to,” he said, rubbing your back. “We ain’t here to please them. We’re here to raise her.”

You nodded, pressing your face into his chest, your baby breathing slow between you.

And you knew, no matter what came next.

You’d never stop fighting to keep your family together.

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