#rafe core

[starry-eyedbunny]

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓻.

[rafesbimbo]

rafe cameron porn links 💓

college!boyf!rafe recording yall before break so he has something to jack off to.

the pogues left the twinkie unlocked…

rafe with his hypersexuality girlfriend

rafe needs to breed his girl

rafe can never get enough of his housewife

rafe fucking his sweetheart

gamer!rafe with a girl that has oral fixation

same thing just switched ^

rafe wants you to have his kids

rafe loves teasing

rafe fucking you mid dinner with your parents

lollipops !

you and rafe on the boat

making rafe put on a ghostface mask

virgin!gf

more gamer!rafe

rafe fucking you during a houseparty

prof!rafe

somno with rafe (consent and safe words are in place)

riding rafes fat cock

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[rafecameroninterlude]

soft(ish)!dom rafe taking reader’s virginity?!! jsjsjdjbd

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: loss of virginity, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

word count: 1.2k

“come on, baby. why do you always get shy on me?” rafe’s hand was under your shirt, his fingers skimming the lacey material of your bra. you hated the bummed look on his face, your digits weaving themselves through his hair as he left kisses on your neck. “i just don’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered, “here you are with all the experience in the world, and here i am with nothing.” you cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

“what do you mean?” he laughed. “i’ve never had sex before, rafe. that’s what i mean.” your hands fell to your sides as you avoided looking at the man on top of you. “hey,” he cupped your chin, “are you serious?” you nodded slowly, sucking in a breath as his eyes darkened over. “you’re telling me that someone as beautiful, perfect, and smart as you are hasn’t had sex with anyone?” a shy smile graced your lips from his praise. “rafe, i’m being serious.” you hit his chest playfully.

“so am i. why would you think you’d disappoint me by being a virgin?” he caged you between his arms, leaving a kiss on your temple. “because i want you to feel good too.” you met his eyes for the first time during this whole ordeal. rafe shook his head, “making you feel good would make me feel even better.” he pulled you into a kiss, slotting himself between your thighs. “let me do that for you, beautiful. let me make you feel good.” you moaned when he grinded against your cunt, the thin material of your leggings having nothing on the rough denim of rafe’s jeans.

“okay,” you let him take off your sweatshirt, his hips grouding into yours once again. “that feels good.” he sat back on his heels, pulling down your leggings and underwear in one swoop. “yeah? you like that?” rafe’s jaw clenched as he took in the naked sight of you, his cock now straining against his pants. “if you want me to stop anything, just say the word baby.” he picked up one of your legs, allowing your ankle to rest on his shoulder. you shuddered as rafe traced your folds, his thumb teasing your clit.

“fuck, you’re soaked already?” you moaned once rafe started a steady rhythm. he continued like this until you grabbed his wrist, your shallow breaths now pants as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. “can’t take it?” he leaned forward, moving faster as your grip on his wrist tightened. “d-don’t stop.” your eyes rolled back just as you felt a finger at your entrance.

rafe’s finger entered you slowly, your walls fluttering around his digit. “does that hurt?” you shook your head, your hips chasing his hand for more. “you’re doing so good, y/n.” he kissed you, the added penetration making your thighs shake. “i think i’m gonna-” you were cut off by your orgasm hitting you full force, a cry ripping itself from your throat. rafe inserted a second finger, this alone making black spots dot your vision, your body thrashing against the sheets underneath you.

“o-okay, okay!” you tapped his arm, trying your best not to scream at the overstimulation. rafe grunted, putting the same fingers he had inside of you, inside his mouth, your eyes widening as he did so. “fuck, you taste so good.” he was quick to discard all of his clothes, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock springing up against his stomach. “i can’t promise this won’t hurt baby, i’ll stop if it’s too much for you.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips grazing yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

he smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before taking you in a kiss, your heart melting at the same time he pushed himself inside you, your eyes screwing shut at the pain shooting up your spine. rafe groaned, his head dropping in the crook of your neck. “holy fuck.” he breathed out, his large palm cupping your bra-clad tit. “hurts, rafe.” tears stung your eyes, your nails digging into his skin. “i won’t move until you tell me to, baby.” you held his face in your hands, adjusting to him while the pain subsided.

“i think i’m okay now,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, a groan leaving rafe’s lips as he pulled out, thrusting back into you slowly. you moaned, the stretch feeling more blissful with each stroke of his cock. within five minutes, you and rafe were moaning and holding onto each other like you’d disappear if you let go. rafe was getting rougher the closer he got to his climax, his hand occasionally wrapping around your neck.

“harder, rafe.” he laughed at your request, tugging your hair as he flipped you over, his fingertips digging into your hips as he took you from the back. in this position, he reached even deeper, your pussy clenching around him as he pushed your face into the pillows, muffling your screams. “ah, fuck,” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

rafe fisted your hair, pulling you up so your back was flat against his chest. “you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” he talked into your ear, his other hand coming around to rub tight circles on your clit. “oh, fuck yes,” you would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for rafe holding you up. “cum, baby.” as if on cue, you gasped, rafe cursing at how tight you were squeezing around him. “oh, fuck, i’m gonna cum too.” you didn’t even get a chance to go through the aftershocks of your second orgasm before rafe got on top of you again, still rubbing your clit as he fucked into you like he was merely using you to get himself off.

you winced, overstimulation setting in as you felt the build up of a third climax underway. “please cum inside me.” those words alone sent rafe spiraling, his hips stuttering as you felt his cum paint your velvety walls. “give me one more, y/n.” he grunted, his abs constricting as he switched his angle, pinning both of your thighs next to your head. “rafe!” you were sure he had crescents indented in his skin by how hard you were scratching him.

“oh, that’s it..” he trailed wet kisses from your chest to your neck, wiping away a tear that slid down your cheek. you panted, finally opening your eyes only to see rafe smiling down at you. “not funny,” you breathed, holding onto his hand as he rolled over to your side, “i can’t feel my legs.” rafe stroked your hair, pulling you close to him. “that was amazing, y/n. i didn’t think you could be anymore perfect but i was wrong.” you smiled against his skin.

maybe it was the way your girlfriend brain was wired, but you couldn’t keep yourself from thinking about his other conquests who probably felt the same way as you did right now; dickmatized and on top of the world. “why are you so pouty now?” rafe cupped your cheeks, your eyes rolling at his teasing tone. “because.. you’ve made other girls feel like that too.” you traced his jaw with your finger.

“well if it makes you feel better, no other girl has ever made me feel like this.”

[starkeyisthelastname]

dealer rafe smut w reader and she’s a squirter?

You weren’t exactly sure what had riled him up. Something about missing money and taking care of a rat. His adrenaline was high as he quite literally fucked you into the mattress. You couldn’t get anything out, your words turning into gasps as you he pounded into you at a brutal speed.

The black ski mask still hung over his face, his blue eyes piercing through as he drilled into you. His expensive chain he wore around his neck, shined in the moonlight of the dark room.

“Lay there and fucking take this dick.” Rafe grunted out through the fabric of the mask, his voice gruff and low.

You cried out, your cunt squeezing around his massive dick that was stretching you out. You knew you weren’t going to last long in this position, nearly folded in half, his dick hitting your g-spot over and over.

“Rafe…I can’t.” You mumbled out, tapping your nails against his broad chest. He needed to slow down before you exploded, your stomach tightening with each thrust to your soaked hole.

“Yeah you fucking can, don’t run from it now.”

His hands gripped both of your wrists, pinning them back as he continued the assault to your cunt. The feeling then grew more, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as your pussy began to burst like a waterfall. The clear liquid soaked everything around the two of you, a loud whine coming from your lips as he made you take it. He never cared about the mess.

“You are gonna do that shit again, mama.” He breathed heavily, taking off his mask to wipe his abs that were covered in your squirt. He barely gave you anytime to recover before he was flipping you onto your stomach, slamming back into your sensitive cunt.

[stars4ani]

bunny!reader x rafe mood board

(this is how i picture myself as the reader)

inspired by @princessbrunette ofc

[rafebaby]

I loveeee when I can see his pecks filling out his shirt ughhh absolutely kills me

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Rafe Cameron is the type of boyfriend to piss you off but instead of apologizing he just leaves this on your nightstand before he leaves for work in the morning with a note that says “Get yourself somethin pretty. I’m takin you out tonight.”

[rafescurtainbangz]

would you like RC do coke off you tiddies

Lmaoooooo

Where else would he do it 😂

Minor DNI +18

I picture season 1 Rafey on the couch at a party…

“There’s my girl.” He smiles up at you, quickly drawing you to his lap. You straddle his waist, your hands drifting into his dark blonde hair. "Just in time," he whispers against your lips. You roll your hips into him, feeling the chill of his belt buckle against your thin cotton panties. "These tits are multi-use," he snickers, cutting the line on your cleavage.

You rub his clothed cock; Rafe, rock-hard underneath. You feel yourself pulsing. Your desperation grows as you trace his length. He smiles as he leans in for a kiss, drawing his hand from your hip, nearing your pussy. His fingers reach the wet spot that formed on your panties. A soft groan leaves his lips. "Baby girl. What am I gonna do with you tonight? Huh?" He hums. Rafe slips your panties to the side; his fingers work through your folds as he snorts the line, not giving a single fuck about who sees.

"Shit..." He hisses, slamming his eyes shut before fluttering them open slowly, looking down, watching his fingers play with you. You tip your forehead against him, watching too. His fingers slip effortlessly through your wetness, fucking into your cunt; you start to feel a little dizzy.

Rafe runs his sticky finger along your breast, cleaning up what remains of the coke before sucking it clean, tasting his favorite girl as well. “So fuckin’ sweet, princess.”

[drewstarkeyslut]

texts you’d get from rafe

[ash5monster01]

Learning to Love Part 7

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.

word count: 3.5k

Part 6 ←→ Part 8

Masterlist

When you agreed to drive Rafe to work you hadn't expected for him to drag you inside. Especially since you were still wearing your bar clothes, jeans that would reek of tequila by the end of the night, and a T-shirt that acted as a spare rag half the time. Now your fingers were interlocked with Rafe’s, in a grey suit as he marches through his building full of other suits and pencil skirts. Add on the fact everyone looks on with confusion, shocked to see someone like you walking in with their sexy as hell boss. You knew most of the women fantasized about him taking them over his desk and the image alone sent a chill down your spine. Rafe looks to you with confusion and you just offer a smile as if you weren't just picturing him having his way with you.

"Hey, long time no see" AJ beams at you two when you reach the top floor and you offer a sweet smile even though you entirely resent her for being one of those girls that could easily have Rafe on his desk if she wanted.

"AJ, I'm taking the rest of the day to spend with my girl. Make sure Matt and Levi don't start a game of strip poker again" and she nods with a salute that has you snorting in laughter over the fact that even happened once before.

"It was one time at an employee party" a man you assume is Matt calls out from a corner office and Rafe rolls his eyes as he leads you to his own office.

"Kaitlyn, hold my calls and cancel my meetings for the rest of the day. I'm taking some personal time" Rafe says to the prettiest brunette girl you've ever seen with the brightest green eyes. Kaitlyn nods and starts typing away at her computer like she was trained to obey every order. Then Rafe was guiding you through large double doors that revealed the largest office you've ever seen. You stare in awe as he shuts the doors behind you and the click of them shutting closed is enough to make you jump.

"What's wrong?" he asks, spotting how just closing the door suddenly made you nervous.

"Do you know what they think we're doing?" you whisper and he looks confused until he spots the bright pink hue flooding your cheeks.

"Oh" is all he says and you chuckle, unable to look him in the eye which he finds entirely too cute.

“And how do you know this?” he asks as he approaches his desk.

“Come on, it’s like every book cliche ever. Girl dates important guy, guy bends girl over his desk, tale as old as time” you say confidently and it’s only until his eyebrows raise towards you that the confidence deters.

“Are you admitting to me that you read dirty books?” he asks and your neck burns with embarrassment.

“I’m just saying” you pout and he laughs as he sits behind the desk and begins to type at his computer.

“There’s just one thing I have to finish up before I play hookie with you all day, that’s why I didn’t want you to wait in the car” he explains and you nod quickly as you allow him time to work.

Thing is, you’re impatient. Which Rafe notices quickly when you sit at the chair in front of his desk and won’t stop bouncing your leg. It takes you not much longer after that to stand and start observing the room. Looking at the shelves and pictures on the walls. It was only a few emails he had to send, confirm a few projects, but now he was finding it hard to pay attention with you walking around all pretty and staring at his office with awe. You study the room like you're studying him, trying to fit puzzle pieces into the mystery that Rafe Cameron is. Yet even his office, a place that should be so intimate to him, is still just as bland as his home. Lacking warmth, evidence of a life, hiding everything underneath the surface.

"You like that one?" his voice pierces through the silence and you almost jump again as you look away from the abstract painting on the wall. To someone else it seems like it's just various colors, swirled around and claimed as art, but you see it. The curve of a larger girls shilouette, the hip dips and heavy stomach and breasts. She's there but hidden within a sea of beautiful colors. It deep, beautiful, and entirely too intimate. "It's new"

"It's beautiful" you try not to tear up, because surely Rafe Cameron is like the rest of the world. Blind to something so beautiful hidden within. It was probably bought for its colors and the beautiful swirls that fill the canvas and not for the shape of a woman hidden inside who just wants to be seen for more than what's on the surface.

"It made me think of you" your breath hitches almost instantly, trying not to take his words with as much meaning as the painting had put over you.

"Not much of a picture guy then, huh?" you want to act entirely normal about what he just said but how can you. He had dropped a bomb and you weren't sure how to diffuse it. It all depended on what Rafe saw when he looked at that picture. If he saw the colors or you.

"Don't really have people worth taking pictures with" Rafe says, a small scowl on his face. You know it isn't entirely true but for Rafe all the pictures from his past held reminders. Reminders of ruined families and friendships all for something obselite now.

"Well that's to bad Cameron because I'm gonna take a picture of us and frame it for this exact office, put it right next to that computer of yours so you see it all day long" You tease and Rafe chuckles lightly, looking much happier now.

"That's probably not a good idea, I'd be looking at you more than doing my work" the compliment bubbles in your stomach, settling and warming you over, but you move past it like you always do.

"To bad, we're taking one" you say and he laughs before gesturing you over which makes you furrow your eyebrows.

"You want to take it now?" you ask and he nods, patting his lap like it's the most natural thing in the world for you to come over and sit on him.

"Yeah, have a picture of us in my office in my office" he says and you snort lightly, walking towards him while trying to ignore your nerves.

"How breaking the fourth wall of us" you say as his hand lands on your waist and guides you to sit on him. You try your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible but he pulls you to him before you can even try. You land on his lap as his arms snake around your waist and chin lands on your shoulder.

"Okay baby, take the picture while I still look good" he teases and you roll your eyes as you grab your phone and open the camera app.

"You always look good Rafe" you say and your ears burn red instantly. Rafe grins and presses a kiss to your shoulder, not saying more to make sure he doesn't embarass you further. Even if he likes it when you get all flustered. "All right, smile"

An easy smile crosses Rafe's face as you hold the phone up and try to take a picture of you two. Yet when your thumb meets the button he's kissing your cheek, breath fanning over your neck. You giggle instantly hand clicking more than just one picture, the two of you laughing with each other. It feels all to real and you hate how much you've come to like the boy underneath you. Saying goodbye will be all that much harder the more you keep getting close like this.

“You have to be smiling normal for at least one" you tell him with a pout and he smiles at you before nodding.

"Okay baby, one more" he tells you and this time he obeys, easy smile on his face as he squeezes you close, foreheads leaned against each other. For a moment you look like a real couple, two people just happy to be together. It warms you over as you drop the phone and go to look at the few pictures you had managed to get. Rafe watches over your shoulder, holding you close and not letting you go.

"You ruined almost every one" you say and he shakes his head, looking at that beaming smile on your face as his kisses you and not the fake one you normally wore.

"No I didn't, they're perfect. I want that one" he says pointing at it and you roll your eyes, trying to avoid the saying that lays on the tip of your tongue anytime you look at a picture of yourself. I look fat you want to say, eyes catching the slight double chin from your beaming laugh. You're unposed, unaware of the way your body looks so big compared to his.

"I look... I don't look good" you try to convey, avoid looking at him and you feel him sigh against you.

"You always look good, especially in that picture" he tells you, hands squeezing your waist. It should be a sentimental moment but his hands make you jump and Rafe realizes fairly quickly that he has just tickled you. Even though there is other parts of him affected by you bouncing on his lap he can't help but grin and start digging his fingers into you. You squeal instantly, toppling against him and trying to lean away but Rafe holds you close, laughing as you cry out for him to stop. Your both to caught up in eachother you miss the knock and open of the door to his office.

"Sorry to interupt Mr. Cameron" you both freeze, hazy smiles left on your faces as you see Kaitlyn in the doorway.

"What's up Kait?" he asks, a small huff to his breath from how he was just tickling you. You should feel weird to be sitting on his lap as his employees speak to him but you’re still trying to get your heart rate back to a normal pace.

"I just wanted to let you know I've cleared your schedule and sent over those files from yesterday that you needed reviewed. I can do the next pile if you need" she says, a small pink hue to her cheeks for having caught the two of you giggling like lovesick teenagers.

"That would be great Kaitlyn, me and my girl we're just heading out here. The stack is where it always is and you have a good rest of the day" you blush deeply when Rafe pats your bottom, indicating you stand up so the two of you can leave. You watch as he readies himself and then locks his arm around your waist to guide you out the door. You give Kaitlyn a small wave as he walks you back through the office, head high, and proud that you're the girl he has his arm wrapped around.

When you reach his apartment you make yourself comfy. You had planned to work all day, distract yourself from feelings for Rafe but look how far that had gotten you. So you sit on his couch, clicking through Netflix in search of a good movie, something to get his mind off of things. You’re still not entirely sure of what kind of movies he likes so it’s proven to be pointless, mindless clicking, until he returns to the living room in leisure wear and falling next to you on the couch.

“What do you want to watch?” you ask as his head lays on your lap, looking up to face you. You’re certain you’re unflattering from this angle but caring about things like that had been proven pointless with Rafe.

“I’m good with anything, I don’t really watch movies” you’re shocked to hear this, considering when most girls were out on dates you were at home watching the latest film and enjoying every second.

“So you’re telling me you haven’t watched the classics?” you ask and he shrugs against you.

“I’ve seen the Godfather once and that was about it” you shake your head at him, saddened to hear your fake boyfriend hasn’t watched at least the required films of any human beings on this earth. So you set off on a hunt, trying to find the perfect film, going through almost every streaming service, until you find the one.

“Here we go” you mutter to no one in particular as you hit play and Rafe furrow his eyebrows as he looks at the screen.

“Dirty Dancing” he pouts and you can see the crease in his brow from where he lays on you.

“Oh don’t be a boy about it, watch it like a man” you tell him and he chuckles before rolling to his side and getting cozy on your lap. From where you sit you can’t see Rafe’s reaction and as much as he’s enjoying the movie he’s enjoying you whispering the lines behind him, knowing what song was next, and most of all the way your legs shifted underneath him when the characters truly dirty danced. His hand had come to caress your leg as the movie progressed, unable to stop himself and you took that as an invitation to run your hands through his hair.

Finally it had reached the scene where Baby goes to Johnny’s cabin and admits her feelings, Rafe knows this is an important part by the way your hand freezes against his head. The music starts as Baby and Johnny start undressing each other, your breathing has become uneven, and based on the glance Rafe dared to take you look wrecked for a girl who has had nothing happen to her. He waits patiently as the two characters begin to get intimate and once the scene is over he takes a chance and hits pause.

“Hey” you mutter softly, voice hoarse and eyes still semi glued to the screen. Rafe rolls onto his back, looking up at you as your hand that was in his hair falls to his chest.

“Can I ask you a deeply personal question and you answer me honestly without freezing up?” his sentence makes your heart accelerate as you look at him. You take a moment to catch your breath before answering him.

“Sure” you know you shouldn’t of said it but you’ve crossed personal lines with Rafe that you had never expected to and soon he won’t be a part of your life anymore, no harm in being vulnerable if it’s guaranteed you never have to see him again.

“Have you, ever done stuff?” you’re confused by the question until it suddenly dawns on you what he’s asking. Your silence instantly makes him feel guilty. “It’s just the whole thing with the hickey and no intimacy rule. Then the way you’re reacting to that scene, it’s just. I don’t know”

“I’ve never” you whisper, unable to look into his eyes. Regret swirls in a pit in your stomach. “I want to. I want to trust someone so deeply that I can but how can I? Everywhere I go people look at me like something wretched and if they’re daring enough they’ll say things loud enough for me to hear. I’ve been told how repulsive I am for years because of my size, seen it movies, watched it in real life. It would break me beyond repair if I undressed in front of someone like y- someone and they decided they didn’t want me”

“Hey, you are not repulsive. You are so beautiful, every piece of you” Rafe tells you and you shake your head, looking away to hide the tears that rim your eyes.

“I wish I could believe that” you whisper, not even for him to hear because the worst thing about compliments was the fact you could never actually believe them.

“Hey, look at me” Rafe says as he sits up, pulling you to face him. You accept defeat as you turn and lock your eyes onto his own. “You are perfect the way you are. I would never lie to you about that and any guy would be stupid to walk away from a beautiful woman that is naked for him”

“I just panic Rafe, as much as I try to fight it and push it away. I can’t” you mutter, lip trembling and a tear falling loose. Rafe feels bad for bringing it up but he reaches to brush the tear away anyway. He wishes he could find the right thing to say, to convince you that you were just as good if not better than anyone else. To tell you how much he is attracted to you. Yet he can’t do it. You’d never believe him and in the end this is all fake. You’re going to leave him just like everyone else and he isn’t prepared to lose you by messing this all up.

“It’ll get easier, one day you’ll meet someone you trust more than anything and you won’t even remember ever feeling like this” Rafe says it because he knows it’s true. He was convinced he’d never really love someone, trust them entirely, that is until he met you.

You take a moment to respond to him. He has no idea he has just broken your heart in two. Meet someone, not him, which means he didn’t want anything to do with you. This whole time you had been catching feelings for a boy you made a rule with not to. Maybe when you made the rule you’d hoped he’d be the one to break it but of course it was you. He was just another boy to add to the long list of crushes who would never ever be attracted to you. So you decide you’re no longer going to be weak in front of Rafe Cameron. What’s the point if he just proves he could never love you?

“In order to meet someone Rafe this will have to end” you don’t want to say it. There’s really no point. You know you won’t meet someone and ending this will only sadden you more for having to let him go. Rafe stiffens beside you and you feel guilty almost instantly.

“I know” he says quietly and you swear you almost hear the heartbreak in his voice but that can’t be true. Rafe will have proven his point, he can go back to girls like AJ, and live a life without being bullied for only liking supermodel women. You will go back to failed relationships and being unable to trust your partner.

“Listen it doesn’t have to be now-” but the shaking of Rafe’s head has you swallowing your words. Is he about to end it right now? Had you said too much?

“It can be, look our worlds don’t intermingle often. So if someone at the bar flirts with you or asks you out, you’re welcome to say yes. We can keep pretending but if you find something serious we can end it” Rafe tells you and you fight the new tears that are burning at the back of your eyes. It’s kind but it means it won’t ever be him.

“I guess the same goes for you. Someone at the office or whatever” you say, your voice slightly cracking at the end and you pray he doesn’t notice.

“I guess this had to end at some point” Rafe shrugs and you wish he was just as sad as you. You had gotten close and pretty soon he would become just a stranger again. You didn’t want him to be. He had become so much more.

“True but we still have some time” you say to which he nods, knowing it wasn’t over just yet. For some reason it felt like it though. He just had no idea how he could make you believe that he loved you.

“Exactly which if you’re free Saturday night I have another work event. Rooftop with a pool and open bar” Rafe suggests and you giggle lightly, relishing in the fact that the same boy who had upset you was the only one who could cheer you up too.

“Well how can I say no to that?” you say as a smile cracks across Rafe’s face before he lays back down and into your lap.

“Hey, what do you say we finish this movie then order some pizza?” he says and you nod, heart heavy with the goodbye bound to come but full of love for the boy in front of you.

“Sounds perfect”

a/n: I’m not sure when the next update will be out considering the Holidays but for now please enjoy. I rewrote this chapter about three times and they’re all entirely different versions but I feel like I like this one best. I want this story to take the best course that is possible. Thank you to everyone who has read and enjoyed so far. I wanted to put this out before tomorrow because tomorrow is my birthday and I’ll be far too busy to be writing! We’re about halfway through folks!

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[rafecameroninterlude]

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

summary: rafe surprises you on your birthday

warnings: best friends brother, sarah being the worst friend ever (what else is new?), crying, firting over the phone, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex

word count: 2.8k

a/n: i’ve seen your comments and ik y’all want reader to stick up for herself against sarah, so don’t worry that’s in the works!! i’ve been feeling a little sick but i’m going to try to keep up with requests as best as i can <3 mini series masterlist can be found here

“is everything okay?” ignoring the fact that sarah just cancelled your plans, on your birthday, you refused to hang up the phone without getting a conversation that lasted less than two minutes. “w-what do you mean?” you heard the faint sound of someone laughing in the background, a door shutting loudly on the other line. “you’ve never missed any of my birthdays, and tonight you cancel after reassuring me all week that you’d see me? not to mention two weeks ago when we were supposed to go on the druthers, you said you’d be back home later, but you never showed.” you hated how you sounded like a concerned parent more than a friend, but right now you just wanted answers.

“everything is fine, y/n,” sarah scoffed, “i mean, seriously, i’ve just been busy, alright?” you don’t know if you should feel relieved that she’s fine, or hurt because she’s obviously not interested in talking to you right now. with ward, rose, and wheezie out of the house for the summer, there was no valid explanation as to why she goes days, sometimes weeks without being home. unless of course, rafe was right about her spending all her time on the cut. “have you been staying on the other side of the island?” you couldn’t help but ask, the question lingering in your mind since rafe mentioned it two weeks ago. “oh, my god! do i have to tell you everything? you’re worse than topper.” she hung up before you could say anything else.

what the fuck?

she’s acting as if she has never been like this before. was it a crime that you were worried about your best friend who you haven’t seen in three weeks? sarah once showed up to your house at three in the morning because you sent a crying emoji instead of a laughing one. it’s hard to think about, the person she was then, versus now. you felt your eyes stinging, your vision getting blurry as the tears threatened to overflow. god, this was pitiful. if someone told you that you’d be here, your hair and makeup done for the gods, holding back tears because of sarah, you wouldn’t believe them. the amount of things that have changed this past month was starting to crash down on you at once.

with sarah gone, and your parents away for their anniversary trip, the last thing you wanted to do was wander in a party by yourself. ultimately deciding to stay in for the night, you laid out your pajamas, about to unzip your dress before your phone rang. unknown caller. “hello?” there was a few beats of silence, “y/n?” your heart fluttered instantly. “hey, rafe.” you sniffled, trying to clear any indication that you’ve been keeping yourself from crying. “what are you doing tonight?” his voice turned rough. “i was just about to get in my pajamas.. why?” he cleared his throat, a small seed of hope burying itself in your chest. “let’s go to mine. i have something for you.” as if you couldn’t smile any harder, you could count on rafe to beat the odds. “what if i said no?” you teased, knowing you could never say that to him.

“then i’d have to go home to an empty house and no birthday girl to give birthday dick to.” you sighed dreamily, eyes glancing up at your ceiling. “aren’t you the gentlemen?” you got up, thankful to see that none of your makeup smudged. “so where are you right now?” you reapplied your lip gloss, running a brush through your hair for the final time. “outside your house.” you paused. “are you really?” you peeked outside your window, a black truck sitting out front. “i’ll be right out.” you hung up, screaming excitedly, grabbing your purse before making your way outside. rafe met you half way, picking you up and putting you in the passenger seat.

“you’re telling me you were about to change out of this?” his hands rested on your hips, your head leaning against the seat. “yeah, but i rather you take it off of me instead.” he smiled, pulling you into a kiss. “i rather do that too.” he shut the door, the car ride back to his house consisting of him making you laugh. “why’s it so dark in here?” rafe lead you upstairs, skipping past his room. “where are we going..” you stopped in your tracks. “ward’s room?” you shook your head, feeling like you were trespassing in some weird way. “don’t worry, keep walking.” he opened the doors to the balcony, the breath being sucked right out of your lungs.

a small cake with pink frosting and the number twenty in gold accents sat in a little box on top of the table, a vase full of your favorite flowers right next to it. “how..” you turned around, rafe rubbing his hands against his jeans. “i knew it was your birthday today, which explains the cake, and i may or may not have stalked your instagram highlights for any flowers i could find.” you blinked, throwing yourself in his arms. “this means so much to me, rafe. thank you.” you let out a shaky breath, your emotions getting the best of you once he pulled back to cup your face. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he sat you down, his eyes flickering between yours. “i just wasn’t expecting any of this, i’m just really grateful that’s all.” you smiled.

rafe nodded, pulling a small gift bag from under the table. “i really want to see you open this.” he placed the bag in your lap, giving you a reassuring nod when you looked at him. with shaky hands, you removed the pink tissue paper, a velvet box revealing itself at the bottom. rafe adjusted in his seat, his eyes frantically moving between you and the gift. “rafe..” you opened the box, immediately being met with probably the best gift you’ve ever received. “i’ve heard you talk about this a lot, so i figured why not?” he shrugged, “do you like it?” he watched you pick up the silver bookmark, the words ‘pretty girl’ imprinted in cursive lettering on the back.

“i love it..” you truly had no other words. placing it gently inside the box, you got up, rafe pulling you on top of him, both of you smiling into a kiss. how did he know how to do this? make you feel special and wanted and appreciated all at the same time? you deepened the kiss, his hand squeezing your thigh. “should we cut the cake?” you hummed, shaking your head, “let’s save it for after.” rafe pulled away. “after what?” his hand snaked around your neck, “after you give me birthday dick, your words.” you yelped when he suddenly yanked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you inside. “can i confess something?” he walked through the dark hallway, basically kicking open his room door.

you nodded, leaving a trail of kisses across his neck. once he laid you down, he took off his flannel, his biceps flexing under the small light emitting from his bathroom. “i’ve been reduced to fucking my hand every night since we had sex on the druthers. “all i could think about these past couple of weeks is how perfect you look under and on top of me,” he spoke quietly, “have you been thinking about it too?” his shirt was next to go, and the harder it was to resist from moaning at the sight of him. “yes,” you sat up, pulling him down to sit at the edge of his bed, “..that night replays in my head everyday.” settling between his legs, your fingers worked at getting his belt off.

“but the thought occurred to me one night;” you slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans, “you’ve tasted me already, but i haven’t tasted you.” as if on cue, you placed his belt next to him, using his knees to anchor yourself back on your feet. he groaned, watching as you moved your hair to the side. “take my dress off?” you turned around, unknowingly facing the mirror on his wall. without hesitation, he unzipped your dress, his eyes growing dark as he looked at your shared reflection. “nothing underneath?” this was a bold move for you, so you were more than happy to see how much he liked the idea of you walking around, ready for him to take you at anytime.

“nope, just wanted to save you the time.” you smiled, his hands cupping your tits, a soft gasp escaping from your lips. “we have all the time in the world.” he gently bit the skin of your neck, spinning you around. he pulled you down with him, your hips straddling his as you unbottoned his jeans. “i like your makeup,” rafe’s rubbed his palms on your thighs, “such a shame it’s gonna get ruined.” you smiled, rafe sitting up to kiss you roughly. kneeling on the floor, rafe held your hair back as you looked up at him, palming his cock through his briefs. “you gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he grunted, your eyes fluttering, “mhmm.” you hummed, rafe extending his hand out in front of your mouth.

“spit, baby.” he commanded. doing as he said, you laid your head on his lap, watching as he started stroking himself, both of you gazing at eachother with heated stares. “please, rafe.” he moaned, his head lolling to the side. he was still tugging on your hair, the stinging sensation shooting down your spine. he stood up, discarding the last article of clothing keeping you from being fucked into oblivion. you opened your mouth for him, a string of curse words tumbling out as his tip met your tongue. “oh, fuck,” be gritted his teeth. you straightened up, making sure to keep your eyes on his, a moan rumbling in your throat as he pushed further.

rafe licked his lips, his chest rising and falling as you started bobbing your head. if you had to be on your knees just to see the way he fell apart with your mouth alone, you’d do it all night if he asked you to. your eyes started to water, rafe smiling at the sight. “tap me if you need to.” he pulled out, thrusting back in once you nodded. fuck. your hands flew out, holding the back of his knees as he tugged at your hair, hard. “you’re taking it so fucking good,” his muscles constricted, your pussy clenching around nothing. the only word you could think of to describe the noises in this room was obscene.

heavy breathing, gasping and moaning, even an occasional whimper when you swallowed around his cock. “y/n-” he shook his head, his eyes rolling back just as you patted his leg. rafe stopped all movements, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop. “i don’t want you to cum yet,” you stood up, your knees beet red as he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. “yeah? want me to fill you up instead?” his words went straight to your core, a single tear drop rolling down your cheek. “yes.” your voice was hoarse as he laid you down, your arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him.

rafe teased your entrance before sliding between your folds, his cock rubbing against your clit. you shivered at the contact, your hips chasing his in order to get more friction. “it’s going to be hard to stop doing this, you know,” rafe looked down at you. “i wouldn’t care about sarah’s opinion on this, and i don’t think you should either.” he stared at you intensely as you pondered over his words. “you wouldn’t care about her opinion on us having sex? or..” your heart was racing, hoping he’d pick up on what you were insinuating. “well, that too, but i mean something more, more than us just sneaking around.” you met his eyes, a small smile gracing your lips.

“are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” rafe laughed. “no- well, yes, but not formally yet, i want to do that the right way, not when you’re under me waiting for me to fuck you.” you bit your lip, nodding your head. you could never get used to how good his body felt on top of yours, your toes curling as he pinned down your thighs. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he kissed your temple, “this pussy was made for me.” rafe slammed into you once you settled into his sheets, a strangled cry ripping itself from your throat. it didn’t help that rafe was already filling you to the hilt, but watching his mouth fall open, and his eyebrows knit together was just as rewarding.

any concept of time was lost when you were with him, but you knew you didn’t want this to end. you loved how intimate rafe was, swallowing your moans with every kiss, massaging your thighs when he would thrust into you particularly hard, he was so good at this, you couldn’t even think straight by the time you were teetering the edge of pure bliss. “rafe, don’t stop.” you held onto his frame, his fingers circling your clit as you felt the pit of your stomach drop. “o-oh, my god,” you shook in his hold. “rafe!” you gasped. “i know,” he moaned, “fucking hell, i know.” his hips stuttered as he cummed, his eyes screwing shut while he emptied himself inside of you.

he took your lips, still thrusting slowly as he steadied you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. eventually he came to a stop, both of you laying under the sheets. “did you mean what you said earlier?” you rolled over, facing rafe as he sighed sleepily. “about being something more? yes.” you smiled as rafe took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “should we go for that cake?” you asked. “that sounds so good right now.” both of you got up, sharing the sheets as cover, about to leave the room until your phone started ringing. rafe was quick to pick it up from the floor, his jaw ticking as he looked at the screen.

“who is it?” you reached out, rafe blocking your attempt to grab your phone. “it’s sarah.” he declined the call, tossing your phone on the bed behind him. “come on, let’s go get that cake.” he ushered you towards the door before you stopped him. “it’s nearly three in the morning, rafe. she could be in trouble.” he stared at you for a moment, sighing as he nodded his head. “alright.” he stepped away. you pressed sarah’s contact, putting the call on speaker. she picked up after the third ring. “y/n?” you knew that voice. after fourteen years of being best friends, you knew when she was crying, even when she wasn’t in front of you.

“what’s wrong sarah, are you okay?” you stole a glance at rafe, ignoring the roll of his eyes. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry y/n. i haven’t been a good friend, and i’ve been keeping so much from you, my family… topper, i can’t handle all the lies anymore.” you felt yourself growing with empathy, rafe taking hold of your arm. “don’t fall for that shit!” he whispered. “i didn’t even tell you happy birthday!” sarah sobbed, “please let me make this up to you.” you don’t know why, but you looked up at rafe, who was shaking his head. taking a deep breath, you racked your brain for what you should do.

the fact that you had sarah on the phone, while standing in rafe’s room, naked at that, you felt like you were betraying one of them with either answer you gave. if you told sarah yes, then it would be like a slap to the face for rafe, but if you told sarah no, you’d be throwing away a friendship that grew into a sisterhood over the years. “we could have a movie night. for old times sake.” she sniffled, your own tears starting to well in your eyes. “y/n.” rafe stroked your hair. this wasn’t easy, at all. “okay.” you regretted it as soon as you said it, rafe’s hand falling to his side. “okay, that sounds good.” it pained you to see the way rafe was looking at you right now.

“friday at eight?” you gave her a quick ‘yes, i’ll see you.’ hanging up shortly afterwards. “rafe-” he slipped into some shorts, walking out of the room without a word. there was no winning in this situation. you plopped down on the bed, still wrapped in rafe’s sheets as you sat in silence. after about five minutes, rafe walked in with two plates of cake. he handed you one, sitting down next to you. “i won’t hold it against you,” he spoke up, “i just wish you could see what she’s doing.” you licked some frosting off of your finger. “i’m sorry.” you leaned your head on his shoulder. rafe hummed, “don’t be. i’ll let you find out by yourself, and i’ll be there with an extra plate for you when you do.” he rubbed your thigh.

you laughed to yourself. “thank you.”

[starkeyisthelastname]

Buzz cut rafe x reader

Rafe just REALLY loves to play with readers pussy.. like she call him whenever she’s needy and he’ll drop anything and everything for her because it’s like a drug for him. (Fingering, oral, just looking at it) he’s just completely infatuated with her pussy and reader loves it just as much😮‍💨🥺

He had been at Barry’s, discussing business about the cross when his phone buzzed in the pocket of the shorts he wore. He pulled it out, taking a long swig of beer as he read the caller ID. He looked at Barry who was busy rolling a blunt, before sliding his thumb to answer the call.

“What’s up?” His voice husky as he answered the phone, only to hear you giggle on the other end. He stood up from the dingy yard chair and walked over towards the house for more privacy.

“Rafe.. I need you.” You said, voice flirty as you knew exactly what you were doing when it came to enticing him. He felt his cock swell, making sure Barry wasn’t watching as he brought his hand down to his shorts. He gave it a tug, taking a sniff as he spoke low into the phone.

“Yeah? What do you need exactly?” He asked, wanting to hear you whine in that sweet voice.

“I need you to come play with my pussy..” You’d whine, causing his cock to grow hard.

He didn’t care about the cross right now, or the gold, or his dad. All he wanted now was the most amazing pussy there ever was to exist. He ignored Barry, giving him a quick “Gotta go.” As he hurriedly hopped in his truck.

It wasn’t but ten minutes later, your legs were bent back his face buried in your cunt. Your little silk nightgown was pushed up, tits spilling out as he groaned against your sopping hole. You always tasted so fucking good, it was addicting. Like a fucking drug he never wanted to come down from.

Your nails dug into his buzzed scalp, watching with heavy eyes as he slid two fingers in your hole. You moaned, your stomach already tightening as he touched your sweet spot.

“That what you needed..huh? I’m trying to get work done baby. Can't have you interrupting.” He mumbled against your clit. “But fuck.. I can’t get enough of you. Greedy fucking thing.” He groaned slipping a third finger into your soaked cunt.

[winterrrnight]

japanese whiskey: give me a character out of drew/rafe/zach and a concept and I will make a 9 pic moodboard of it!

childhood enemies to lovers (by now u probably know my absolute love for the hate to love trope haha)

love you lots xxx

rafe cameron x reader — childhood enemies to lovers 🌱🍾🎋⛳🧩🧺

constant bickering. “I hate you.” “hate or love, same thing babe.” kisses with a lot of hidden emotions. small things being competition. small notes of ‘I love you’s all around their shared house. late night drives. always taking their sweet time in the washroom to bother the other. criticizing each other’s movie taste, but finding the movie pretty interesting later. “I missed you.” “I didn’t know I was that irresistible.” knowing each other’s coffee orders by heart. gentle kisses on bare shoulders. thumb wars to determine who gets the last slice of pizza. always stocking the pantry with other’s favorites. “I’ve always cared for you.” <3

I tried my best omg, I don't why I found this kinda hard- but anyways I hope you like this annie! 💗

600 followers celebration!

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[cloveswifey]

Miscommunication

Type: Angst to Fluff

Words: 0.4k

Warnings: A heated argument in a public setting, Raising voices and shouting, Genuine apologies and the power of forgiveness, The reluctant expression of love

Y/N and Rafe were seated across from each other in a warm and inviting coffee shop. Their faces showed signs of frustration as their argument had escalated rapidly, filling the air with their raised voices.

"I'm finding it hard to believe that you went out with your friends without informing me beforehand. It feels like you don't take our plans seriously." I stated, eyeing the boy in front of me.

"That's not the point, Rafe!" I exclaimed, shaking my head in frustration. "We had a conversation about spending the evening together, and it feels like you completely disregarded our plans!"

Rafe's expression turned defensive. "I understand that you're upset, but I can't be at your beck and call all the time," he argued, as if my words hadn't quite gotten through to him.

I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. It was important for both of us to have a clear understanding of each other's perspectives. "I'm not asking you to be at my beck and call," I explained calmly. "But when we make plans, it's important to communicate and respect them. It's about showing consideration and valuing our time together."

Rafe looked contemplative, his frustration subsiding slightly. "I guess I didn't realize how important it was to you," he admitted with a hint of remorse.

Taking a deep breath, I continued, "It's not about that, It's about communication and respect."

"Well, maybe you should learn to be more flexible and understanding!" Rafe retorted, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

Their voices grew louder, and the intensity of their emotions seemed to fill the air. People around them couldn't help but steal glances, but Y/N and Rafe were too engrossed in the heat of the moment to notice.

Caught up in the intensity of the argument, I blurted out, "I can't be with someone who doesn't prioritize our relationship!" The weight of my words hung in the air as a heavy silence settled between us, thick with tension.

Realizing the impact of my statement, I took a deep breath and looked into Rafe's eyes. "I didn't mean that," I whispered, my voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Rafe.“

Rafe's gaze softened, his initial defensiveness giving way to a hint of understanding. "I’m sorry too," he exhaled with a sigh.

They extended their hands across the table, their palms meeting in a symbol of reconciliation.

Rafe gently whispered, his lips grazing the back of my hand, "I love you."

"I love you too, Rafey," I responded tenderly.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Rafe’s bratty lil bimbo!Gf. He’s done with your shit like 90% of the time but he still gives you whatever you want.😌💅🏽

(This is how I imagine reader in Run, Kitty, Run)