#rafe fluff

[rafesangelita]

♡ when rafe accidentally snaps on bambi!reader

warnings: a little bit of crying, hurt + comfort

a/n: thank you so much to the anon who sent in this link <3 this little drabble is inspired by it!! i might open up req’s soon because even though i have prompt ideas already, lately i’ve just felt uninspired to write them out..

“are you almost ready?!” rafe called out from the front door, his truck keys hanging from his fingers. you didn’t respond, instead you panicked once you realized you weren’t even close to finishing your makeup. “oh, god..” you whimpered, scrambling to your feet to try and put a quick outfit together while you patted in your blush.

at your lack of response, rafe cursed under his breath before slamming the door shut and making his way to your room. “are you fucking serious?” you jumped when you heard his voice, your head shooting in his direction as you stood there, dumbfounded. your hair rollers were still wrapped tightly in your hair, your robe hanging haphazardly off your shoulders. it was needless to say you looked far from being ready.

“son of a bitch—” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips. he was already irritated upon arriving to your place. rafe had spent all afternoon arguing with ward over some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he had deadlines he already accepted he wasn’t going to be able to meet, it was like a thousand degrees outside and to top it all off; he was hungry.

“we’re just getting something to eat, bambi. you could honestly just leave the house like this.” rafe grumbled, already moving to get ahold of your elbow and drag you out. “what?! no— ray, can you please just give me ten minutes? all i have to do is put on some clothes and finish my makeup real quick. i’ll even take my rollers out in the truck, okay?” rafe studied you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he let out a deep breath.

“fine,” he nodded, “i’m gonna go turn the ac on in the truck, then. please try to make this fast.” you muttered an ‘okay..’ before spinning around and taking a seat at your vanity. you worked as quickly as you could, only getting as far as putting on some lip liner and lipgloss before you heard a honk outside. curling your lashes hastily, you wasted no time in slipping on a dress you hadn’t worn in a while.

grabbing your purse on the way out, you skipped down the stone walkway just in time for rafe to roll his window down. “do you have everything? your phone?” you paused. your phone was on your bed last time you saw it. “uhm, i’ll be right back..” you apologized when you saw the scowl on rafe’s face. your boyfriend shook his head when you tripped, nearly sending yourself on the ground as you rushed to go back inside. setting your purse down on the couch, you grabbed your phone and walked back out, your chest rising and falling as you tried to remain calm and collected.

“did you lock the door?” oh, you could just cry right now. “no..” you winced, walking up to the truck so rafe could give you his key. “my, god, what the hell is going on today? it’s like everyone is trying to piss me off.” you ignored his words, quicky making your way to the front door so you could lock it shut. it wasn’t until you were halfway down the driveway when you realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder. “wait, i forgot one more thing—” that was it. you had definitely pushed rafe past his limits now.

rafe snapped, the vein in his forehead bulging out of his skin as he shouted. “holy shit, just get in the fucking truck!” he waved his hands in the air as if you couldn’t see him standing right in front of you, his volume alone making you jolt. you stared blankly at him, your chest caving in on itself as rafe blinked, both of you sharing a knowing look. rafe watched your face morph as your chin wobbled and your eyes welled up with tears.

“i’m sorry—” he exhaled, instantly wrapping his arms around you, “i’m so sorry, baby, i won’t do that again.” you sniffled, letting him embrace you. it took you having to cry to make rafe realize he’d been acting like an asshole since he got here. “you know that scares me!” you cried, the velcrow of your rollers tickling his neck. “i know, i know,” he cradled your head, pressing kisses along your cheek, “here, we’ll just order something instead, yeah? we don’t have to go anywhere.” he turned off the truck, guiding you inside by the small of your back.

[honeybabyrafe]

“i.” kiss “am.” kiss “so.” kiss “proud.” kiss “of you!” you practically squealed before placing a whole bunch of kisses to all over rafes face. grin forming on your face as you felt his grin against your cheek. your pink manicured hand holding his head in place.

rafe chuckled, attempting to ignore how his insides were doing backlfips at your actions. his hands resting on your hips ‘n rubbing soft circles along the skin of your thigh while you sat up on the counter. “‘s only two weeks baby.” he murmurs, attempting to downplay his progress, which in his mind, truly wasn’t the biggest deal.

you gasp at his words, instantly pulling away from his face as you bit your cheek. giving him an un approving look as you shook your head ‘no’.

“two weeks is a big deal!” you scolded, your hands falling down from his face to rub up and down his chest. “think of how much coke you used to do.” you hummed as you straightened his shirt out. “it was practically everyday.”

you sighed as you finished straightening his shirt out, looking back up at rafe.

you smiled softly at the sight that awaited that made your heart speed up. rafe looking at you with a softness reserved only for you, his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled genuinely. a smile also reserved for you only.

rafe hummed, right hand coming up to brush some of your hair out of your face. his touch feather light. “You think so?” he asked, tone quiet as he soaked in the peace of the moment.

“know so.” you grinned, your words soft and confident before you wrapped your arms around rafe and placed your lips to his. his own arms circling around your waist while he returned the kiss. hand running soothingly up and down the length of your back.

— made by me! do not copy without credits!

[cherrygirlfriend]

Nerd!rafe starts noticing that he has a choking kink(being choked) but afraid to tell reader, until she realises herself and starts having fun with it until she actually does it

Girlll I love your blog

choke me

thank you for the request!! i hope you like this <3 nerd!rafe wants perv!reader to choke him. +18

rafe couldn’t stop thinking about it.

his head had just been in between your legs, your hands tugging on rafe’s hair hair pulling rafe closer to your cunt as his fingers were curling inside of you, hitting the spongy spot inside of you.

“yesyesyesyesyes-“ you moaned, pulling tighter on his hair as your gummy walls clenched and squeezed rafe’s fingers. but once your orgasm finally started subsiding, you let go of rafe’s hair and he climbed up your body, only for you to grab his neck and squeeze slightly, pleasure unexpectedly shooting up his spine and his cock basically jumping in the confines of his boxer shorts as you squeezed harder, making it even harder for him to breathe as you brought his lips to yours. “did so good for me baby…” you mumbled in between blissed out kisses. but the moment you let go of his throat, he couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of disappointment.

rafe couldn’t stop thinking about it, how good it felt to have you control of if he could breathe, if he deserved to breathe, but rafe had no idea how to even bring it up in conversation. he had always been awkward when it came to any sort of physical affection, and most of his friends weren’t too… experienced when it came to sex, so he knew he couldn’t ask them.

you were on top of him, your hand squeezing his throat as you rode him, mumbles of his name leaving your lips as you threw your head back, rafe’s hands holding onto your hips. “doing so good baby, doing real good for me…” you moaned, squeezing tighter.

rafe woke up with a startle, his skin flushed with sweat, his breaths coming out in a pant. the boy sat up in bed, running a hand through his sandy-colored hair as he took off his sweat-covered t-shirt, only to feel something wet in his boxer shorts. throwing off the blanket, rafe saw a wet spot at the front of the blue fabric, further confirming his suspicions as he lifted the waistband of his underwear. fuck.

later that afternoon, rafe was sitting at his computer, his glasses reflecting r/askmenadvice on reddit, open on a post he had made about an hour ago titled ‘how to tell your girlfriend you like to be choked?’

he was biting on the nail on his thumb as he read over the replies, taking a chug from the diet coke on his desk, a sigh leaving his lips.

u/softelectricity9

just say it to her lol

u/falseboldness

is she into choking you? if so, just try and show her that you’re into it as she’s doing it.

u/SnottyPotty15

Maybe try to ask her what she’s into and then mention what you like.

rafe was startled shitless by the sound of his door opening and banging closed. “hi baby!” a familiar voice called out at the door, causing rafe to abruptly turn off his computer monitor and turn in his chair, “hey, hi, baby…” rafe stood up and cleared his throat, smiling tightly at you as he scratched the back of his neck, “you, uh, you didn’t tell me you’d be coming by…”

“do i have to tell you every time before i come by? i was thinking we could go out to eat.” you grin, cupping his cheeks and pressing a quick kiss on his lips, “what were you looking at?”

“nothing.” rafe chuckled softly before clearing his throat, “i’ll, uh, i gotta return somethin’ to walter. i’ll be right back and we can go out somewhere. how about pizza?”

“mmm… ramen? i’m craving it.”

rafe let out a chuckle and nodded, “alright. be right back.” he said, grabbing a usb stick off his desk before heading out the door, the minute it clicked to a close, you were turning on his computer monitor. honestly, he should know you better by now. of course you were going to snoop. and once you saw what he’d been trying to hide, you couldn’t suppress your grin.

after the two of you got back from the restaurant, rafe was holding you in his arms as netflix was open on rafe’s laptop, only for you to not be paying any attention to it, more focused on looking up at your boyfriend, the screen reflected in his glasses.

“what are you staring at?” he mumbled, his eyes not straying from the screen. “you.” you replied, stroking the bare skin right above the waistband of his sweatpants, rafe’s shirt having ridden up. “and why is that?” the boy asked, his tone slightly amused.

“because.” you moved to straddle him, rafe’s eyes widening in surprise, no longer paying any attention to the show that was playing, “i want you.”

“you- uh-“

you pressed your lips against his to quiet him down before he could even say anything. rafe’s hands went to your hips almost automatically, drawing small patterns with his thumbs.

as your lips moved against rafe’s, your tongue teasing his, letting out a whine into your mouth as your hand went to his throat, gently squeezing. when you applied more pressure, you felt rafe getting hard under you. pulling your lips away from his, rafe looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“you know…” you lean close to his ear and whisper, “if you want me to choke you, you can just ask, baby.”

ty for reading! feel free to send reqs and check out my masterlist!

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ cherie's milestone celebration!

hihi! thank you all for so much love and support, it baffles me that anybody is interested in the stuff i write, and is willing to stick around for more. so grateful i get to share my writings so vulnerably and i can have others enjoy my creations. thank you from the bottom of my heart, i appreciate every single one of you! <3

that being said, please be advised that this post includes links to NSFW videos/pictures. please do not engage if you are a minor, thank you! all of these links are posted on twitter/X and will not work unless you have an account + are logged in. be mindful of the content you consume!

RAFE CAMERON

rafe fucking his cum back into you.

rafe & his gamer girlfriend.

his fav position so he can watch your tits bounce & where you both connect.

there’s nothing he loves more than making you a squirming mess.

poor guy couldn't even make it home before pouncing on you. :(

throat training his favourite girl. <3

the kinds of videos in his phone.

BSF!RAFE

eating you out & making you squirm after he accidentally yells at you.

clinging to anything for stability while rafe fucks you, and it just happens to be the teddy bear your ex-boyfriend gifted!

it's not wrong if he doesn't stick it in, right?

FRAT!RAFE

shoving your face against the mattress of his grungy dorm room.

quickie in his truck (the snapback stays on during sex).

STEPBRO!RAFE

rafe loves playing with your pussy almost as much as he loves actual sex.

testing the waters with his sweet little stepsis.

absolutely adores that tiny excuse of a skirt, gives him easy access. continued.

trying to keep you quiet while your family's home + size kink.

helping each other get off.

cumming against your clothed, soaking slit.

he catches you fucking yourself, so he'll met you halfway and spare you the work.

needs to have his hands on you whenever he feels like.

first time home alone together.

POGUE!RAFE

taking care of his good girl. <3

loves being in control and making you take it.

size kink.

[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.”

[sematarygirls]

⠀     ⠀   ♯┆Rafe Loves Your New Lotion.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎he's such a softie‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . fluff, sexual comments.   ̼ ₊

"Yeah, baby, bend over a lil' more for me," Rafe's voice came from his place propped up on his bed, watching you intently through the open bathroom door as you stood in panties and one of Rafe's t-shirts with one leg up on the bathtub, applying some body butter.

"Oh, quit being such a perv," you rolled your eyes, rubbing the thick substance thoroughly into your skin. You'd just went shopping—with Rafe's black Amex, of course—and picked up a bunch of new body care in new scents. You smelled absolutely divine, and your skin was as soft as ever already.

He groaned, flopping back dramatically. "Just come to bed already. Didn't you already put shit on your legs?" He complained—which he'd been doing since you'd gotten in the shower and denied him entry with you.

"That was body lotion. This is body butter," you explained, straightening up and applying it to your arms.

"Christ, you women and your products. What's the fuckin' difference?" He scoffed. You gave him a shrug in response. You didn't really know the difference or if using both made any difference at all, but you liked the routine of it all, taking care of yourself and basking in the rewards felt nice.

"Dunno," you said, turning off the bathroom light and walking into the bedroom. "But I like it."

"Fuckin' finally," Rafe mumbled, grabbing you when you got close enough and pulling you onto his lap. His entire demeanor changed the moment you entered his space, his face lighting up as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of you. "Goddamn, you smell fuckin' amazing," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and making you giggle.

"Not complaining now, huh," you rolled your eyes playfully, a smile on your lips as he ran his hands over your exposed skin, clearly enjoying the soft, smooth feel.

"Shut up," he mumbled, pressing a kiss right below your ear as he squeezed your thighs. "Fuck, baby, you smell like heaven. And your skin is so soft," he murmured, spreading your thighs apart slightly and running his hands down them slowly. "Jesus. No wonder you put half a fuckin' pharmacy on yourself." He teased, making you laugh again.

"I'm glad you like it," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss, already knowing that it was going to be nearly impossible to get Rafe to keep his hands to himself with this new regimen you had going. He was already obsessed with you, but now? Now, he was utterly addicted.

[rafesorchid]

Hii i LOVEEE your work!! I love baker reader and mechanic rafe!! I was wondering maybe you could write something of them getting into an argument!!???💕

BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS

when mechanic!rafe & baker!reader get into their first argument

plot: when a busy day at the bakery causes miscommunication, rafe's insecurities boil over into an argument that leaves both of you hurting. but love has a way of pulling you back — even when the words cut deep.

CONTENT: heavy angst, yelling, hurtful language (driven by insecurity), emotional breakdown (crying), temporary separation, rafe leaves, hurt/comfort, soft fluffy ending, kissing, lots of apologizing, love confession

thank you so much for this idea lovie 🩵 really enjoyed writing it, have fun!

the smell of burnt sugar clung to your hair, a sweet, sticky reminder of the morning’s chaos at the bakery. you’d barely had time to throw your apron in the wash before rafe showed up at your door, grease still smudged along his jawline, knuckles raw from god knows what.

he didn’t even say hello. just stormed in like a hurricane, rattling your little kitchen with his heavy boots and heavier sighs.

"where the fuck were you?" he snapped, voice sharper than you’d ever heard it.

you blinked, still holding the basket of freshly wrapped pastries you’d planned to bring to him. "i was at work," you said carefully. "where i always am."

rafe scrubbed a hand over his face, leaving a dark streak across his temple. "i went by. you weren’t there."

you set the basket down on the counter, heart thudding loud in your ears. "i had to run deliveries," you said. "mrs. harper needed a last-minute birthday cake, and—"

"you didn’t answer your phone."

you reached for your apron, wringing the fabric between your hands. "i left it in the kitchen. it gets crazy sometimes, you know that."

he stared at you like he didn’t know you at all. like you were some stranger he didn’t recognize.

"rafe," you said, stepping toward him. "what’s really going on?"

he flinched like you’d slapped him. "what’s going on is you don’t give a shit," he hissed. "you’re too busy playing house with your fucking cupcakes to care about anything else."

you recoiled, the words slicing deeper than they should have. "that’s not fair," you whispered.

"no?" he laughed, but there was no humor in it. "i sat outside that bakery for two fuckin’ hours. waited like a damn fool. and you couldn’t even bother to check your phone."

guilt pooled heavy in your stomach. you hadn’t known he was waiting. hadn’t known he needed you.

"i didn’t mean to—"

"you never mean to," he cut you off. "but you always do."

the kitchen felt too small, the walls pressing in around you. you wanted to reach for him, wipe the grease from his cheek, kiss the hurt out of his voice — but he wouldn’t let you.

"i’m sorry," you said, and meant it with every broken piece of you. "i didn’t know."

rafe shook his head, stepping back like he couldn’t stand to be near you. "you never know," he muttered. "you’re too busy baking your goddamn cookies."

"it’s not just cookies, rafe," you said, anger sparking hot in your chest now. "it’s my job. it’s my dream. i’m building something for myself."

"and where does that leave me?" he snapped. "standing in the fuckin’ parking lot like an idiot? waiting for scraps of your attention?"

you bit the inside of your cheek, tasted blood. "you’re not scraps," you said fiercely. "you’re—you’re everything."

"doesn’t feel like it."

silence thickened between you, a heavy thing neither of you knew how to lift.

finally, rafe muttered, "i’ll get out of your way," and turned for the door.

rafe doesn’t get far.

he makes it to the truck, shoves the key into the ignition, but doesn’t turn it.

he just sits there, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.

his mind replays everything — your face when he yelled, the way your voice cracked when you said "you’re everything,"the goddamn basket on the counter — and the guilt crashes down on him like a tidal wave.

"fuck," he mutters, slamming his head back against the seat.

he hadn’t meant to be so cruel. hadn’t meant to tear you down when all you ever did was try to love him.

but he was scared. scared in a way he didn’t know how to name. scared that you were slipping away, that your bright, sweet world would outgrow the messy, broken boy who only knew how to fix engines and break hearts.

scared that loving you would never be enough.

he wipes his face with the back of his hand, breath hitching.

then he sees it — your silhouette in the window, sitting on the kitchen floor, curled in on yourself like you’re trying to disappear.

and something in his chest shatters.

he can’t leave you like this. he won’t.

not when you’re the only good thing he’s ever had.

you don’t hear the truck door open. don’t hear the boots crunching back across the gravel.

you only notice he’s back when you feel his arms around you, pulling you up off the floor and into him.

you gasp, clutching at his jacket, the smell of him — oil and leather and something purely rafe — hitting you like a drug.

"m’sorry," he says against your hair, voice wrecked. "baby, m’so fuckin’ sorry."

you shake your head, sob catching in your throat. "you don’t have to—"

"yes, i do," he says fiercely, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. "i was an asshole. said shit i didn’t mean. i—I just get so scared, sometimes."

you blink up at him, vision blurry with tears. "scared of what?"

"scared of losin’ you," he says, voice breaking. "scared you’ll wake up one day and realize you deserve better than...this."

he gestures at himself like he’s nothing. like he’s worthless.

you grab his wrists, holding on tight. "there’s no better than you, rafe," you say, fierce through the tears. "i don’t want perfect. i just want you."

he closes his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek. he’s always been so bad at this part — the feeling part — but right now, he’s trying.

"i love you," he says, raw and broken. "love you so much it hurts."

you press your forehead to his, breathing him in. "i love you too," you whisper. "even when you’re an idiot."

a shaky laugh escapes him. "yeah?"

"yeah," you say, smiling through the tears. "especially then."

he kisses you again, softer this time. slower. like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

when you finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"let me make it up to you," he murmurs.

"you already have," you say.

but he’s stubborn. he pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the counter where the basket still sits.

he unwraps it carefully, like it’s something sacred, and pulls out a turnover.

then he holds it up to your mouth. "open," he says gently.

you laugh, sniffling. "rafe—"

"c’mon, baby. let me take care of you."

so you do. you take a bite, the sweet peach filling bursting on your tongue, and rafe watches you like you’re the only thing that matters.

"good?" he asks, thumb brushing your cheek.

"perfect," you say.

"yeah," he murmurs, eyes soft. "you are."

he pulls you into his arms again, swaying a little like there’s music only he can hear.

and in that messy, sugar-dusted kitchen, with the taste of peaches still on your lips and rafe’s heart beating against yours, you realize something:

he’s not perfect. neither are you.

but together, you’re something damn close.

and that’s enough.

it’s more than enough.

authors note

hello my sweet beautiful people, i'm genuinely so thankful for all your support this past week <3 lov u all lots

[starkeymeow]

PLOT you enter the hunger games a proud weapon of your district, only to find your sharpest blade is the boy beside you, and you’re not sure which one of you the capitol wants to break first.

CONTENT rafe cameron x reader au, blood, violence, murder, manipulation, grief, hallucinations, intense survival situations, just the hunger games sobs

main masterlist | tag list | post-games idea

prologue — “rafe cameron and y/n y/l/n, this year’s tributes for district two!”

reaping ceremony; district two is coming. and it’s already soaked in red.

chapter one — “i don’t plan to die.”

the train ride to the capitol; the parade; rafe and reader step into the arena of public eyes, and they already know it’s all a game.

chapter two — “if anyone was gonna die, might as well be me. someone who at least knows what they’re walking into.”

the night after the parade; reader and rafe find each other on the balcony.

chapter three — “rise and shine, sweetheart.”

the first day of training; reader and rafe show each other what they’ve got. sneak peak to district fours tributes.

chapter four — “y/n y/l/n, with a score of . . .”

the rest of training week; the private sessions loom, and every tribute sharpens themselves into weapons, including y/n.

chapter five — “i don’t think he ever really saw me. just some idea of who he wanted me to be.”

caesar’s interview, the world watching; on the final night before the arena, rafe and reader tear down their last walls and find something almost human in each other.

chapter six — “win.”

the bloodbath; steel, blood, and desperate survival, reader and rafe fight their way out, but not everyone makes it.

chapter seven — “they could’ve fucking killed her.”

the birch forest is not all what it seems. an ambush shakes the group; kie’s injured.

[urcoolgf]

WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 8

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. language.

summary. after your dad’s ‘family plans’ are over, you can no longer put off talking to enzo about what happened between you and rafe, and where you’ll go from here

SERIES MASTERLIST

your dad had taken rafe, sarah, wheezie, and you on a little fishing trip yesterday—he had always loved fishing, so you were happy to do this for him. you had to throw back everything you caught, but your dad was just happy to hang out with you guys, doing something he found fun.

rafe and you agreed it was best to keep your little relationship quiet just to keep the dynamic chill for the boating yesterday—but that didn’t stop rafe from sneaking little kisses when no one was looking.

but, now that you were back, you couldn’t ignore enzo any longer. you hated yourself for what you had to tell him later today, but it wasn’t fair to lead him on any longer. he was an amazing guy, and he deserved someone who was 100% in.

y/n: hey! i’m back from our fishing trip, wanna meet up in like an hour?

enzo: Sounds good :) meet at our restaurant?

y/n: see you then

—

you were nervous… to say the least.

enzo was an amazing guy, and you felt shitty for blowing him off, but it was pointless when he would never be rafe. he wasn’t there for you in the most trivial points in your life—he wasn’t there when your first boyfriend broke up with you, or when your mom died. he would never know you how rafe knew you, and somehow that doomed you guys from the start.

you made sure to get there early because showing up late and dumping him seemed like salt in the wound… he quickly found you sat at a table, the smile that spread across his face once he saw you made your heart ache.

you were such an asshole.

“hey, pretty girl… i missed you,” he greeted you warmly, giving you a side hug before sitting across from you.

again; such. an. asshole.

“so… what’s new? how was your fishing trip? you catch anything?,” he was so nice, and he was killing you.

“my dad and rafe caught a few. we threw everything back though,” you smiled uncomfortably. you spoke low like you felt guilty for talking about yourself—for talking about rafe—knowing what you were about to do.

“everything alright?,” the concern on his face was so genuine, and you really didn’t want to say what you had to say.

“enzo… listen, i really like you… like a lot. you’re an amazing guy–,” you started, looking him in the eye. it was harder that way, which is why it needed to be like that. his eyes were gentle—understanding—like he already knew what was coming.

“but…,” he drew it out like he already knew where this was going. “you’re in love with rafe… right?,” he said it softly, with a small smile.

“wha– how did you–?”

“i saw the way he looked at you on the beach… i figured you couldn’t ignore it forever,” he didn’t even look mad—upset, sure—but that little genuine smile stayed plastered to his face.

“you’re not mad?,” you questioned, almost in disbelief—like how he was reacting was too good to be true.

“upset? sure. mad? never,” his smile widened just a bit as he moved to hold your hand—not in a way that was begging you to stay, more as a comfort. you didn’t pull away—didn’t flinch—just let him do it.

“i would never be mad at you for falling in love, y/n… i know it happens when you least expect it,” he nodded his head slightly, like he wasn’t just trying to convince you, but convince himself, too.

“thanks, enzo. hey, it would mean a lot to me if we could stay friends? that might be a big ask, but–,” he didn’t even let you finish, cutting you off with a loving look in his eyes.

“of course,” you couldn’t tell if he genuinely wanted that, or not, but you chose to believe he did—chose to believe it didn’t bother him.

"rafe better know how lucky he is… and if he ever tries to break your heart—i’m here– like in a ‘i-would-set-him-straight’ way. i think you guys are gonna go far, honestly. seems like he’s got a lot of love for ya,” you felt stupid for even being worried… enzo was already a gentleman, of course he was going to take this splendidly.

“i really appreciate it. seriously, i was all worried coming into this. i know it’s not like we were exclusive, or like ‘til-death-do-us-part’ type, but you mean a lot to me,” it was true. you hadn’t met that long ago, but you had gotten close, and you never wanted to hurt him.

“you mean a lot to me too, y/n. don’t worry about me,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before retracting his hand. “i’ll see you around then?”

“yeah, see ya around,” you gave him one last smile before he stood from his seat, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering warmth of his hand on yours.

—

you walked back into the house, attempting to find rafe and tell him how it went, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found… well, until you took two steps outside, and found him sitting in one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

“hey,” you said, flopping into the empty chair next to him. he turned his head to see you, squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes.

“oh, hey baby,” it rolled off his tongue so naturally, like he was made to call you that—made to be yours. you tried hard to ignore the way sweat glistened over his abs, and his swim shorts hung just low enough for your mind to run wild. “how’d it go?”

“good… actually,” you still looked a little puzzled from your interaction with enzo, and rafe noticed it immediately. he also noticed the way you were looking at him, but he wasn’t one to complain.

he quickly noticed your outfit—kind of nice considering you went to break it off with this dude. he minded a bit, but once his eyes raked down your body, enzo didn’t seem that important anymore. you were his. you had just broken up with a supposedly ‘perfect guy’—whatever—from him. he was on top of the world right now, but that didn’t stop him from addressing your tone and slight confusion.

“what d’ya mean actually? somethin’ happen?,” he sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbows, looking at you more directly since he thought he was going to have to beat this man.

“no. he was– he was surprisingly chill…,” well, shit. that was actually more worrying to rafe.

“really?,” he almost scoffed like he didn’t believe it—like he thought enzo might be playing at something. he rested his head back against the chair, turning straightforward and closing his eyes again.

“yeah, i don’t know… it wasn’t even weird. he said it was fine—that he knew you were in love with me,” that caught his attention.

“he knew?!,” he laughed—a dry, humorless laugh. “yeah, right.”

"well, either way… that’s over. i feel better,” you relaxed, laying back against the chair, mimicking rafe. you enjoyed the sun, and the silence… for a whole three seconds.

you sat back up, turning completely toward rafe ”that was like shockingly easy… right?,” you weren’t sure why you wanted it to be harder, or more painful, but the fact it wasn’t was almost just as worrying. you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

"don’t worry about it baby. it’s done,” rafe responded, not even turning toward you, knowing damn well he was just as concerned as you. it still left him wondering; what was enzo up to? surely he wasn’t just going to let you go that easy…? or, maybe rafe was just being insane, and you were being paranoid.

it didn’t matter. it was bothering you, which meant it was bothering rafe, and he was going to take care of it—take care of you. no matter what.

an: ooh this is short. . . i’m SO sorry it took this long to get another part out. i was struggling so hard with how this ‘chapter’ was gonna go. i’m probably gonna wrap this up soon because i’m running out of ideas :’)

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Dumb!ditzy!reader x Rafe when they fight:

The fight had been stupid.

Okay, maybe it had started because you called his dealer “kind of nice” after he held the door open for you — and maybe you did giggle a little too hard when he complimented your lip gloss. But it wasn’t that deep.

But Rafe’s eyes had gone sharp, mean — and before you could blink, he was barking at you in front of everyone. That angry tone. That cold stare. The way he spat “Do you even think before you speak, or is your head just full of lip gloss and Instagram filters?”

You’d said nothing.

Just stood there like a kicked puppy until you finally turned around and left. You didn’t even wait for him to follow. You barely remembered how you got home.

Now it was hours later.

The silk tie on your robe was knotted too tight. Your lashes were clumpy from crying. And you were curled up in the corner of the bed, surrounded by pillows and a half-eaten bowl of cereal you didn’t want anymore.

Your eyes hurt. Your face hurt. Your heart hurt.

Your bottom lip wobbled as you stared at the door, waiting. Hoping.

He’s not coming home.

He was probably out somewhere still pissed, chain-smoking and calling you names in his head. Maybe he’d realized he was tired of babysitting his airhead girlfriend. Maybe he’d finally decided you were too much work.

And maybe you were.

You sniffled as you pressed your face into your sleeve. You were stupid. You knew it. Everyone always said you were — Rafe included, sometimes, when he was tired or mad or both.

But you loved him.

And now he hated you.

The front door creaked open.

You froze. Heart stopping. Head snapping up, curls falling into your eyes. You heard the soft sound of sneakers on hardwood, then his voice — calm, gruff, like nothing had even happened.

“Baby?”

You didn’t say anything. You stayed in your nest of sadness and almond milk. He appeared in the doorway seconds later — messy hair, tired eyes, hoodie slung over one shoulder.

And in his arms…

…a kitten.

A tiny, gray, squirmy little fluff ball with big ears and a pink ribbon tied gently around its neck.

Your mouth parted. A soft, wet hiccup broke from your chest.

“You got a cat,” you said stupidly.

Rafe ran a hand over his face. “She’s not a cat yet, she’s a baby. Just like you.” He walked over, nudging a pile of your blankets aside with his knee. “Figured if you’re gonna cry this much, you should at least have someone to match your energy.”

You stared at the kitten. Then at him.

“I thought you were mad at me,” you whispered, voice all glassy and broken.

He looked at you for a long second.

Then dropped the kitten gently on your lap — where it immediately started climbing onto your fuzzy pink robe, purring — and knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your knees.

“I was mad,” he said slowly. “But I still love you.”

You blinked fast, overwhelmed, reaching out to touch his face with trembling fingers. He let you, his eyes dark and tired but so soft.

“You think I’m dumb,” you mumbled, voice cracking again. “You said my head’s full of filters.”

He sighed, fingers curling around your thighs.

“Sometimes you say dumb shit. That’s different. You’re not dumb, baby. You’re just…” he searched for the word, lips twitching a little. “Sweet. And clueless. And too trusting. And it scares the fuck outta me.”

You pouted. “I didn’t even like his compliment. It was a gross compliment. I only said thank you ‘cause I was raised polite.”

“I know.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead to your knee. “I was being an asshole. I know.”

You were quiet, running your hands through his hair, lip wobbling again.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you whispered.

Rafe’s eyes shot up to yours.

Then — without another word — he stood, pushed you gently back onto the bed, and climbed over you.

The kitten meowed indignantly and trotted off the blanket, leaving you breathless beneath Rafe’s weight, the scent of smoke and mint gum clinging to his hoodie.

His hands found your waist. Your thighs. Sliding under your robe to touch bare skin.

“I always want you,” he said lowly, voice thick. “Even when I’m mad. Even when you drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

You bit your lip, heart racing, legs falling open just a little.

“You forgive me?”

He kissed your cheek. Your jaw. The tip of your nose.

“Nothing to forgive.”

His hand slid between your legs, slow, possessive. You gasped softly, fingers curling into his sweatshirt.

“Now stop crying, baby,” he whispered against your skin, “and let me remind you whose dumb little girl you are.”

[rafesangelita]

♡ when you’re so wet that rafe keeps slipping out..

warnings: making out, heavy petting, dry humping (not really, it’s pretty messy), finger sucking, cockwarming (?), unprotected sex, praise, teasing, rafe being super pussy drunk, belly bulge, size kink, biting, slight dacryphilia

“fuck, look at those hips..” rafe pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two as he dragged you up and down his lap, his large palms enveloping the soft globes of your ass. with shaky hands, you held onto his shoulders as you rocked on top of him, your panties drenched with your arousal. “need’ you, ray..” you whimpered, “please.” rafe pressed a trail of sloppy kisses across your collarbone, his tongue licking a stripe up the column of your throat as your eyes fluttered shut.

he navigated your body like it was the back of his hand, his skillful touch turning you into putty. rafe could feel your heat through his boxers, the soaked fabric making him groan as his hardened cock strained against the material. “i’ll give it you, baby, don’t worry,” he landed a harsh smack to your ass, ripping a yelp from your lips, “wet those fingers for me.” rafe could only imagine how slippery your cunt would feel swallowing him whole, your slick alone already making you glide easily on top of the layers separating you two from full penetration.

giggling softly, rafe watched as your hand disappeared underneath the waistband of your panties, his breath hitching once you held up your fingers, a pool of your sticky succulence glistening underneath the dim light. knowing that he was the one to make you like this made him twitch with need, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he brought your digits to his mouth. with a baited breath, you gasped softly when he took your juices on his tongue, the man in front of you moaning at the taste.

no matter how many times rafe found his head between your thighs, he could never get used to how intoxicating you were, all of his senses and primal instincts honing in on fucking you stupid. without wasting another second, rafe was quick to take himself out of his boxers, a hiss leaving his lips as his length smacked against your tummy. peeling back the lace material of your underwear, he slid them down your legs until he caught sight of the absolute mess between your thighs.

laying you down on your back, rafe brought your knees up to your chest, using one hand to press on your lower abdomen and the other to guide himself between your folds. he was so hard, he had to use his thumb to keep the tip of his cock down so he could enter your needy cunt. he marveled at the size difference, the head of his length stopping just below your belly button. “fuck, i’m gonna wreck you..” he trailed off, toying with your clit before slipping inside, filling you up inch by inch until you were crying out in both pleasure and pain.

with the hand that he had on your stomach, he guided your own over the budge in your tummy, your eyes widening slightly as he started thrusting into you at a steady pace. “you feel that? ‘feel the way my cock fills you up to the fucking brim?” your eyes rolled back at the same time you whined out a ‘f-fuck, yes!’ into your palm. your walls stretched deliciously around the the welcomed intrusion that was his length, your pussy clenching around him for all that he had. the sounds falling from your lips were nothing short of pornographic, the moans and choked sobs only pushing rafe closer to the edge.

he sped up until his skin was slapping against your own, your back arching off of the bed when he slipped out and stroked your clit with the underside of his cock. you shrieked at the sensation, your legs trembling in sensitivity. “too much..” you shook your head, bringing your legs down to wrap around his waist instead. rafe groaned, your slick dripping down his length as he tapped your glossy folds. “you’re so fucking wet, i’m slipping right out,” he grunted, “this is what i do to you, ‘pretty girl?” he leaned down, nipping the sensitive part of your neck.

he kept himself nestled inside of you for a few moments, letting you revel in being so utterly full. you gave him an approving hum, your nails digging into his skin as he bit you softly across your collarbone. starting up his thrusts again, he slipped out as soon as he picked up the pace, the action making him curse under his breath. your eyes watered in frustration, your bottom lip pulled tightly between your teeth. rafe saw your tears, the sight shooting straight to his cock. he loved seeing how delirious he made you, his chest filling up with pride as you looked up at him with that fucked-out gaze.

soon after he continued, your high was hitting you in intense waves, the coil in the pit of your stomach snapping in two as rafe watched your eyebrows knit together, the added mess between your thighs only making his hips stutter with his own climax painting your walls. “rafe!” you screamed in his ear, his thumb slipping between your lips for you to bite down on while he twitched and convulsed inside of you. a shiver ran down his back as he caged you tightly between his arms, his seed spilling out of you as you both went through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

once you were okay, rafe pressed a kiss to your lips, stroking the side of your face before rolling over to your side. “what’s your ring size?” he sighed, pulling you against his chest. you laughed softly, slightly confused at the words that left his mouth. “why?” rafe’s chest was rising and falling as he glanced down at you, meeting your eyes. “are you kidding me? i need to lock this pussy down. like tonight.”

[cherrygirlfriend]

can you do bsf!rafe and reader getting a pregnancy scare and rafe gets a littleeeee excited but its negative at the end.

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best friend reader and rafe have a pregnancy scare. thank you for the request!! writing this was sm fun

late for 7 days was displayed on your period tracker, your heart beating so loudly you could hear it in your ears, your head in your hands. the doorbell rang, and you rushed to it, already knowing who was going to be behind the door.

rafe had a casual smirk on his face when you opened the door, quickly dropping when he saw the panicked expression on yours. “what’s wrong?” your friend asked, his hands taking hold of your forearms as you let out a sob, “hey, talk to me, baby. what’s wrong?”

“my life’s over…” you mumbled through a sob as rafe pulled you into his chest, letting out soft hushes, his hand at the back of your head, pulling you into him, “‘s okay… just talk to me, baby…”

rafe led you to the couch and sat you down, still keeping you pressed against his sigh as he patiently waited for your cries to subside. you took a deep, shaky breath, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “i… i have to tell you something, rafe,”

“go ahead.” he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, “whatever it is, i’m sure we can-“

“i think i’m pregnant.” you could basically hear rafe’s jaw drop open at the confession you blurted out, turning to look at the boy who was moving his lips without any words leaving them, making you backpedal, “i-i mean, i don’t know for sure.” you cleared your throat, your voice scratchy, “i’m late by a week. i… i haven’t taken a test yet.”

“fuck…” rafe let out a long breath, his eyes wide, “you, uh, do you have one? a test?”

“i do. i’ve just been busy freaking out.” you scoffed out a laugh and shook your head, “i haven’t been late in… years. i don’t know what else it could be…”

“alright, let’s just… take the test, yeah? we can talk about things after we get the result.” rafe pressed a kiss on top of your head, tugging you close.

as rafe waited for you to get out of the bathroom, tapping the heel of his shoe against the floor, his hands crossed in thought. he couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like if you actually were pregnant. how you’d look with your stomach round with his child, wearing one of those sundresses you were obsessed with during summertime. a twisted part of him thought about how having a baby with you would tie you to him forever, to force you to be in his life for the rest of yours.

he thought about you being a mother, holding your newborn in your arms for the first time, a tired smile on your face, your hair sweaty as you rocked the baby in your arms, rafe’s heart warm as he sat down on the hospital bed, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to him as he looked down at the baby. “they’re perfect.” he’d mumble into the side of your head as he pressed a kiss there.

if it was a boy, he’d teach them football. if it was a girl, he’d keep a shotgun in hand to make sure no boy would come near her.

rafe’s thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening and you coming out, a wide smile on your face as you held up the pregnancy test, one red line visible, “i’m not pregnant.” you sighed in relief. he got off the couch and walked to you, pulling you into his arms.

“that’s good. that’s a relief.” rafe mumbled, yet a part of him couldn’t help but be disappointed. the boy just knew you’d make a great mother. and you were to have a child with anyone, it better be him.

oh well. rafe would just have to try harder to knock you up.

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[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ becoming super needy and clingy during ovulation with rafe.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. cunnilingus (f. oral receiving), mentions of ovulation + being extremely 'needy', fingering, overstimulation.

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you'd been following him around the house like a shadow all afternoon — fingers brushing over his lap, soft whines slipping past your lips, pressing your body up against him at every opportunity. he hadn't said anything about it at first, just watched you with that curious little tilt of his head, that crooked grin plastered across his face. but after the third time you wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your cheek into the firm muscle of his back like a clingy little kitten, he couldn't find it in himself to ignore it anymore.

there was something wrong — seriously, wrong.

"baby," he muttered, blinking down at you. "what the fuck's going on with you?"

you shrugged, cheeks hot. you couldn't explain it — you just needed. every nerve in your body felt like it was under your skin and screaming for his. you rubbed your thighs together unconsciously, letting out soft whines and frustrated sighs.

you were too warm. too tight. too empty.

so you climbed into his lap without a word, straddling him like you were supposed to be there — like your entire body was aching for the drag of his cock against your cunt and you couldn't stand another second without it. you ground against the bulge in his sweats with a breathy, helpless moan.

you blinked down at him, pupils blown wide, lips wet from where you'd been biting them. "what do you mean?" you asked, like your aching cunt wasn't already soaking through your sleep shorts.

"you've been acting weird all day," he said, trying — failing — not to look down at where your tank top had slipped off your shoulder, showing the swell of your chest. he tried his best to ignore the way your nipples seemed to pebble under the fabric the further his hands moved against your hips, reacting dangerously to his touch. "horny as fuck. all over me."

you just blinked again, lips parting slightly, then leaned in close and dragged your tongue up the side of his throat like you were trying to mark him.

"you smell so good," you whispered, voice shaky. "i can't help it…"

he jerked back slightly, brows drawn tight. "okay, what?"

but you didn't answer. your mouth was already moving again — lips brushing his neck, teeth dragging down to his collarbone. you rolled your hips into him again, slow and filthy, a broken little moan slipping out as the pressure caught your swollen clit just right.

"i've been aching all fucking day, rafe." you breathed. "i can't stop thinking about your fingers in me. your tongue. i need it — i need you so bad."

his whole body went still, cock hardening instantly under you.

"jesus christ," he muttered, half-stunned, half-turned on. "you've been walking around the house like a cockdrunk little slut all day, and this is why?"

"feel how warm i am, baby," you whined, taking his hand and dragging it between your trembling legs. you pressed his palm against your soaked pussy, the thin fabric clinging to your folds. "i'm so fucking wet for you. i'd let you fuck me raw right now — i don't even care."

something in him snapped.

"you wanna act like a bitch in heat?" he challenged, rough hands dragging your shorts down your thighs. "i'll treat you like one"

you whimpered as the fabric peeled away from your soaked core, the cool air hitting your slick skin and making you tremble. his gaze dropped immediately — the mess you had made of yourself only inches from his wet mouth.

he yanked down your panties without warning, the fabric stuck between your folds, clinging from how wet you were, and he groaned as he pulled them off.

"jesus, baby," he laughed teasingly. you couldn't help it — your hips rocked up toward him, needy and instinctive, your plush thighs falling open wide like your body was begging to be used. your cunt was glistening, flushed and swollen, twitching under his stare. "you're dripping."

you were already so fucking close.

rafe's hands slid under your thighs, fingers curling in a firm, possessive grip as he dragged you to the edge of the couch. he didn't say anything at first — just stared.

"gonna ruin you," he muttered.

rafe buried his face between your soft thighs. he didn't start gentle. didn't tease. just buried his tongue between your slick folds and licked like he'd been starving for it — long, slow drags that sent jolts of heat down your spine, your body jerking in response. arousal dripped from you, messy and obscene, and he groaned into your cunt like he loved it.

and the sounds — oh god, the sounds were disgusting. wet and obscene, the kind of sucking and slurping that made your face go hot with shame, even as your body arched up into him.

your thighs twitched around his head, but he didn't let up — shoved them open wider and held them there like a punishment, tongue circling your clit in slow, cruel strokes.

and then his fingers — two of them — slipped inside of your soaked hole, and you whined.

"god, rafe—! please—"

"this what you wanted?" he rasped, voice muffled between your thighs. "walkin' around the house actin' like a needy little fuckdoll? you want me to stuff you full, baby? fill up this messy little cunt?"

you nodded frantically, face flushed, tears threatening behind your lashes. "y-yeah — fuck! please—"

he grinned against you.

"cum for me, sweet girl."

he didn't give you a choice. his mouth sealed over your clit, tongue lashing fast and precise while his fingers fucked into you deep and hard, curling just right, just right—

the sound of your moans bounce off all four walls, body shaking, thighs clamping tight around his head as you gushed around his fingers. your head dropped back, mouth falling open in a silent sob, whole body locking up as you rode it out.

and still, he didn't stop.

"rafe—rafe—too much!"

he growled into your cunt, "you said you didn't care, remember? begged me to fuck you raw. don't act shy now."

your second orgasm hit before the first had even finished — more intense, more desperate, blinding — your slick dripping down to the cushion below you, your body convulsing as each of your limbs twitched.

"gonna give you one more," he murmured against your clit, voice wrecked. "just one. want you cryin' when i finally fuck you."

[rafeandonlyrafe]

gold ring

words: 1.3k

warnings: brief suspicion of cheating, established relationship, soft!rafe, proposal, fluffy

“rafe!” you groan out, tired of hearing his phone constantly dinging for the past ten minutes. 

when rafe doesn't answer, you slap your laptop closed, frown on your face as you head up the stairs, muttering to yourself about him interrupting your work that he KNOWS is important.

“rafe!” you shout, entering his bedroom. you can finally hear the spray of the shower, explaining why he was letting his phone go off.

you grab it from his bedside table, yanking the charger free as you go to silence it, but upon trying to stop the dinging, you skim over the notifications.

you don't believe it at first. it must be some kind of mistake, you're sure.

you click on the name of rafes ex girlfriend, opening up the text message thread.

rafe: when can we meet?

ex: whenever works for you 🥺

ex: i miss you a lot btw

ex: this friday at 6pm? we can meet at the country club like we always used to. maybe get dinner? can't wait to see you xxx

you frown at the messages, quickly locking the phone and setting it down when you hear the shower turn off.

rafe steps out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

“hey princess.” he smiles. “how's the essay going?”

“fine.” your tone is cold, surprising rafe. “your phone was ringing so i silenced it.”

you walk out of the room without another word, needing to return to your homework, but when you sit back down at what has become your desk, you can't concentrate on the words on the screen, your anger bubbling over.

you want to confront rafe, but you need time to breathe otherwise the entire conversation will be unintelligible as you simply sob.

you head upstairs, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder as rafe emerges from the closet, fully dressed.

“where you going babe? got study group?” he questions, glancing at the clock on the wall, realizing there's no way study group would be meeting this late.

“going home.” you mumble, making sure everything you usually leave at rafes is stuffed in your bag.

“you are home?” rafe questions, his expression turning sad when he sees you're not joking.

“no, im not rafe.” you sigh. “i want to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

truth is, you've practically moved into tanneyhill since you started dating rafe, but technically you still live at your parents house, only a few doors down from rafes.

“is everything alright?” rafe asks, trying to reach out for you. “what did i do wrong?”

you can't help it anymore, his obvious disrespect for your relationship, something you put years of work into only for him to go back to his ex girlfriend.

“how about you ask your ex?” you question, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“my ex? what are you talking about?” rafe asks, again trying to hold you by your shoulders, but you take a step back before his palms can land on you.

rafe: ive asked you a million times to give that ring back. you never should have taken it in the first place. it was my grandmother's and now it belongs to y/n, not you.

“i saw your texts, rafe. when can we meet? are you fucking kidding me!?” you shout the last sentence.

“baby, wait.” he says softly, grabbing his phone. he opens up the messages, scrolling up so you can see the full context.

ex: i don't know where it is 

rafe: bullshit. give it back or ill call the cops

ex: fine. 

rafe: when can we meet?

“see, baby?” rafe places a soft hand on your shoulder. “i was just trying to get my shit back. i have no interest in my ex at all. i love you.”

“oh, rafe!” you coo out, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “im so sorry i doubted you.”

“it's okay, id also be pissed if you were texting your ex. i didn't tell you just because i wanted to keep it a surprise.”

“keep what a surprise?” you furrow your brows together.

“what do you?- ohhh.” rafe finally catches on, letting out a chuckle. “i see what you're doing.”

you giggle, rising to your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes soft lips. 

“now let's get back to work on that essay, yeah?” rafe says. “i can help you.”

“and what do you know about microbiology that could possibly help me?” you snicker.

rafe rolls his eyes dramatically. “fine, but i can at least be there for moral support.”

--

you've been expecting it for months now, wondering when rafe will pop the question. you know he got the ring back, and while he's taken you on romantic dates and moonlit walks on the beach, you're not sure when he will actually drop to one knee.

“what are you thinking for your nails this week?” your girlfriend asks.

originally, you were doing all white and plain, but recently for summer you've been branching out to bright colors again.

“why, is there a certain color i should get?” you raise your eyebrow at her. 

“well i was gonna get a sparkly white, maybe we could match.” she shrugs. it's no discredit to your friend, but her acting isn't good enough to fool you, and you're sure that rafe asked her to make sure you get something appropriate and properly bridal.

you of course get simple nails that you hope will compliment a silver ring on your finger.

you look at the calendar hanging on the wall, reading through your events for the upcoming week, trying to figure out when rafe may ask the question.

you ultimately give up on trying to figure it out as you head further into the house, calling out for rafe. 

“baby? where are you?” you shout, surprised when you don't get a response. you head up to your bedroom, figuring he must be in the shower, but the bathroom door is wide open when you enter.

you almost miss it, so set on finding rafe, but the dress laying on the edge of the bed ends up catching your attention.

put this on and meet me outside.

you recognize rafes handwriting instantly. you set the paper to the side and look at the dress. its a soft light pink material, nearly white.

you are quick to undress and put on the flowy dress, admiring yourself in the mirror before touching up your hair and makeup next. rafe knows how you like to prepare for big events in your life.

your steps are slow, or at least you attempt to keep them slow, as you want to cherish this moment. your eyes light up with the glow of the backyard, string lights hanging from every tree, and on the edge of the sand, is rafe.

“oh.” you cover your mouth, feeling tears well up in your eyes. this has to be the moment. you run to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he spins you.

“baby, i haven’t even asked yet.” rafe chuckles, setting you down.

“and i’m already saying yes.” you giggle, although it’s no secret to rafe what your answer would be.

“still-” rafe places his hands on your hips, stilling you before he drops down onto one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket. he flips open the lid to reveal the most stunning ring you’ve ever seen, it’s exactly what you envisioned and somehow so much more.

“you’ve made me happier than i ever thought possible. you fixed all my broken pieces and made me whole again. there’s no one else i’d rather spend forever with.”

rafe looks up at you, tears brimming in his eyes, overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment. “will you marry me?”

“yes!” you squeal, falling to your knees alongside rafe and pressing your lips against his. “yes, yes. a million times yes.”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @cameronswiftie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

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back to shore | r.c

pairing: bsfb!rafe x kook!reader

summary: A few hours could define anything and he wasn't going to let go that easily. He couldn't give up that easily, whatever the outcome was going to be, he was going to be there. Maybe the waves were going to be kind this time and allow him to bring you back. To bring his home back. part two of this.

word count: 3.9k

content: cursing, angst, inaccurate weather/ocean talk, Christian faith, prayer mentioned, talks of death, loss of a parent, CPR, medical terms may not be 100% accurate, crying, trauma.

authors note: I teared up again but this time it was for different reasons. I hope it makes sense I'm very tired, so excuse me.

Rafe returned to where the Coast Guard and the police had settled on the beach. It was around 2 AM, and he had decided he would go back home, grab his boat, and then look for you. He didn’t care if he died from exhaustion; he needed to know he at least did everything he could to find you. 

He was acting impulsively, but he also needed to be cautious. What if he found you? You would need medical attention. So, he went to tell Shoupe what he was going to do. Shoupe knew better than to try to reason with Rafe in this situation, so he gave him a radio to communicate with them just in case. 

As he drove back to his house, he felt the need to cry one more time. Your things were in his car just as you had left them, but you weren’t there. He took a deep, shaky breath and left your things right where you left them because you would come back and move them if you wanted. You were coming back. You had to come back. 

He got into his boat, and before he could even get the keys into the ignition, he cried one more time. “Please let her be alive… please.” 

He took another deep breath, wiped his tears, and drove away. He started close to where the police had already checked. But they could’ve missed you, so he checked again. He kept listening to the radio; he didn’t care because none of the words coming out were “we see something” or “we found her.” 

He stopped for a few minutes to gather himself. He was starting to feel desperate. Very desperate. It was supposed to be just a nice day at the beach, but nothing went as planned. It was like the world was playing him a cruel joke, laughing in his face because he took too long to ask you to be his girlfriend. If he had just asked earlier, he would’ve enjoyed more time with you as his girl. And now you were still his girl because you were alive. You had to be alive, or he was going to lose all sense of living. 

He wished he was joking or exaggerating. That statement was loaded, but you were everything he never thought he was missing. You were his reason to smile, to keep going; he would do anything for you. Anything but live without you, because a life without you was nothing. You had always been there; maybe he found you annoying when you were kids, but that was then. He was little; all the girls were annoying to him.

He loved you. He had always loved you; it took him a while to get there, but he eventually did. He didn’t know a life without you. He didn’t remember when you were born, but he knew he was two when you and Sarah were born. Some pictures proved it—pictures in which he was sitting between two baby girls: Sarah and you. Your mom and his mom were best friends, so, of course, having baby girls a month apart was the dream—best friends birthing best friends. At first, it was just a little joke, but it became a reality.

So yes, maybe there had been a time when he didn’t have you, but to be fair, he couldn’t even recall those times. He remembered meeting Sarah, vaguely, but he remembered. He recalled more when he was four and two little girls were babbling and running around, taking his toys. Or when he was eight and two six-year-olds wouldn’t let him be at peace. Or when he was ten, at a birthday party to which you had also been invited. You gave him his gift and a small hug that your mom had made you give him, but it made him blush, so he just left. He also remembered going to at least one homecoming with you in high school. Sarah had begged him to invite you because she was dating Topper, and she wanted to have her best friend close by just in case something happened, so he did. By this point, you two had started talking more, so he didn’t need much convincing. 

Again, Rafe didn’t know a life without you, even if he tried to remember those first two years of his life. You were there as a baby, toddler, kid, pre-teen, teen, and adult. He never wanted to know a life without you, so he prayed again and again, pleading with God to please keep you alive or bring you back to life. He needed to hear you one more time, to see you one more time. He just needed time. He just needed you.

He thought back to his mom. Losing her felt much like what he was feeling right now. He had been 19 when she died in a car crash, a drunk driver. He hated remembering that moment. He couldn’t lose the only person who had stood by him during that time, because now, who would be there for him? He would break. He wouldn’t be the same, and he didn’t think he would survive. Losing his mom had caused enough pain. He didn’t need to lose the love of his life too. That would be too much pain for someone to endure. 

He would love to have his mom at that moment. She would’ve gone with him in that boat. She would be there with him, looking for him. Maybe she was. He always told him that his mom was always looking out for him, keeping an eye on him, and helping from heaven. Because that’s where she had gone—heaven. Where else would his mom go? The best mother in the world, in his world, had to have gone to heaven. He wiped his tears again. Thinking back to his mom was not helping at all. He just wanted to cry more because it hurt. And it scared him to have to deal with another loss.

“Please, Mom, help me out here… She believed you were always with me, so I will believe. Help me, help her.” Lost in all his thoughts and talking to himself, he didn’t notice when he had gotten so far from where he had originally started.

—

You were coming in and out of consciousness. You didn’t know what time it was. Water kept hitting your legs. You were shivering. It was extremely cold. You remembered wanting to move, scream, and pee; maybe you had done it. Or had it been a dream? You didn’t recall. Everything was blurring together. You had dreamed of Rafe, your friends, and your family. That was the only thing you knew for sure. In the dream, it was a warm Christmas. Hot cocoa and cuddling with Rafe. Gifts, parties. New Year's. Fireworks—bright and loud.  

A flash.  

Light.  

Has that happened? Or had that just been your brain playing games with you? Had that flash come from somewhere, or was it part of your memories, and were you hallucinating? You wanted to move to check, but you felt heavy. It hurt to breathe, but you still did it, opening your eyes. Again, just rocks, water, and the sky.  

A light. A flashlight, to be more specific. With whatever energy you had left, you were going to try to scream or make some noise in hopes of being found, even if it meant dying. At least someone would find you.

—

Rafe pulled out his flashlight to illuminate the area further. There were many rocks, and the water was a bit calmer there, but it was still pushing the boat to the right. He kept directing the flashlight at the rocks.  

A splash. Not a water-hitting-the-rocks splash. An intentional one.  

A noise. An animal? It didn’t sound like one; it was a peculiar noise. He tried to see where those sounds were coming from. A small but strong wave hit his boat and pushed him further to the right.  

Another splash. Another noise.  

—

The light on your face. 

You scrunch your face, and you hit the rock where you were sitting once more. 

—

He pointed his flashlight at the source of the noise.  

Another splash.  

Time stood still, yet he reacted and brought his boat as close as he could. He got off the boat. The water was freezing, but he didn’t care. He needed to get to you, to ensure he wasn’t imagining you there, and to help you. God, he needed to make sure you were okay.  

You felt a surge of strength. Adrenaline, maybe. You tried to move, but your body felt numb from the freezing water you had been in for hours. In any other circumstance, you would make a joke about being left to marinate, but right then, you needed to reach for him.  

He got to your side and didn’t speak; he just reached for you, and you could swear your body sensed it before your brain could register that Rafe was there, and it was real. It was real because the pain was there, the numbness was there, and it was too cold for this to be a dream.  

He had no idea how he did it, but he got you to the boat. He felt your cold body against him and your arms wrap around his neck as he lifted you. He didn’t understand why you weren’t shivering anymore; you were freezing. Once in the boat, it was as if your body knew you were safe again, and you collapsed.  

Rafe’s eyes widened, and he grabbed the radio Shoupe had given him.  

“Found her,” he said in a shaky voice, “She—she collapsed, she…”

"Copy, we are sending people to your location."

He didn’t remember ever giving them the location, but at that moment, he didn’t care how they knew. The important thing was that they knew and they were coming. He got close to you again, softly tapping your cheeks. 

“Princess, wake up for me, please. Y/N, come on, baby, wake up.” He checked your pulse; it was weak. “No, no, no, you’re not doing this to me. Come on, pretty girl, wake up.”

You were breathing slowly, and your heartbeat was slow and weak, but it was there. He wrapped a towel he had in the boat around you to try and warm you up. The paramedics arrived quickly, starting to stabilize you and checking for major injuries. They removed the towel to use insulation blankets and placed an ambu bag over your face to help you oxygenate better.

Rafe didn’t hear anything they were saying; he was focused on you. One of the paramedics drove his boat back because he was not leaving your side. He wasn’t even processing what was happening. The only thing he heard was that you were alive, had some degree of hypothermia, and needed urgent medical attention.

He held your hand the entire ride back to the beach, throughout the ambulance ride, and only let go once you reached the hospital. They had also given him an insulation blanket, and one of the nurses brought him scrubs to wear as dry clothes. They were rolling you away on the gurney when your vitals started dropping. Rafe felt as if his heart had dropped to his feet.

After intubation and warm IV fluids, you were stable. You had some internal injuries—a concussion, some bruising, and water in your lungs—but with proper oxygenation and medication, you were going to be okay. The cut on your hand from the rock was cleaned and stitched up. Only two stitches were needed. What was more concerning was your body temperature, so they were working on warming you up so you could regain consciousness. But the most important thing was that you were alive.

After Rafe changed into dry, warm scrubs a nurse took him to your room. Seeing you with all the tubes and connected to different machines broke his heart. You were back, but it still didn’t feel like you were. He knew it was you; he recognized his girl, but this was just half of who you truly were. He was still worried for you because you hadn’t woken up. He needed to hear you, see your eyes again, to be able to breathe in peace once more.

—

Your parents had arrived, and the doctor filled them in on what had happened. Rafe hadn’t been made aware of your parents' arrival. When the doctor called him out, he reluctantly let go of your hand, but he knew your parents needed some time alone with you. When he stepped out of the room, he was met with the embrace of your mother. 

“Thank you for saving my baby girl,” she said, her voice a bit choked. Rafe didn’t feel like he had saved you; he felt like he had failed you by allowing this to happen. “You found her and she’s safe again,” your mother said, holding back her sobs. 

“I…” Rafe trailed off, unsure of what he wanted to share or say to your mom. It had been too much in a very short time. He was tired, both physically and emotionally. He needed to sleep; maybe he wasn’t completely aware of it, but his body was. 

“We can stay with her; go rest. She needs you to be well-rested.” Your mom squeezed his hand, letting him know it was okay. He just nodded before walking back to his car. He hugged your parents goodbye and made his way to his vehicle. 

One more time, he turned to see your things on the passenger seat. You were coming back to pick them up. This time it was certain; he didn’t know how soon, but it was going to be soon. He hoped it would happen soon.

—

Rafe got back home. How? He doesn’t remember, but he returned in one piece. When he entered his room, he saw something he had forgotten was there: a necklace, your necklace. Well… you were yet to know it was yours. After dinner, he planned to take you back to his place and give you that necklace. You had always told everyone that you wanted an initial necklace, but only if it came from the right guy. You had also mentioned that you wanted to receive it the day you got engaged to ensure it was a forever thing. Rafe knew he wasn’t proposing, at least not yet, but the necklace was a promise that he would propose someday.

The necklace was his promise to you: to love you forever, to stand beside you, and to eventually make it a forever thing. It was a promise that he not only wanted you as a girlfriend but also as his wife. He wanted to grow old with you and experience life by your side. There was no other person he wanted or needed. So whenever you decided to wake up, he would be there waiting for you, necklace in hand.

—

Three days. Three long days had gone by, and you were still not waking up. The doctor had said it was normal; your body needed to rest from all it had gone through, so it was just a waiting game now. Rafe was struggling with his lack of patience, while your mother kept reminding him that you were okay and doing better. You no longer had a tube down your throat to help you breathe; you had a cannula to maintain oxygenation, an IV to provide fluids, medication, and anything your body might need.

Rafe had gone back home after spending the morning with you. He kept busy with things when he received a call. Your mom was calling him, he picked up immediately.  

“She’s awake and asking for you.”  

He forgot how to breathe at that moment. You were awake and asking for him. You had finally woken up. You were okay. His vision blurred, and he smiled.  

“I’m going right now,” he said before ending the call. He grabbed everything he needed and ran to his car.

The ride to the hospital was something else. He was probably going to get a few speeding tickets, but he didn’t care; in fact, he was happy to pay the fines. Nothing could ruin this moment for him. You were awake and asking for him, so everything else was not important. Even in all the chaos, he bought you food and flowers. You had to be hungry.

He ran as much as he could, and as much as the nurses let him to get to your room. When he stepped in, it was as if time stood still. Your eyes met his, and you were faced with the very blue eyes you had fallen for; this time, they were as watery as yours. 

You both smiled and cried. Your mom grabbed the things he had brought and placed them on the table next to the hospital bed; afterward, she left the room so you two could have a moment. He didn’t waste time and sat on the edge of the bed to hug you. One hand rested on your back, and the other cradled your head, while your arms rested on his shoulders and were looped around his neck.

“Princess…” he said in a shaky voice. “You gave me the biggest scare of my life.” He pulled back and cupped your face. You held onto his wrists. “You’re here… you’re back.” You just nodded and gave him a sad smile.  

“I thought I was going to…” You couldn’t finish your sentence because you broke down. “I was so scared.” With that, Rafe broke. He held onto you as you both sobbed. He kissed the top of your head over and over again to comfort you.

“You’re safe, baby… I’ve got you; just let it out,” he rubbed your back in circles.  

“I didn’t want to die… I didn’t want to leave everyone. I was scared,” you said between sobs. “I—” he cut you off gently.  

“Baby… breathe with me. Can you do that? I need you to breathe,” he waited for you to mimic him, and when you finally did, he had you do it again and again until you were breathing better. “There you go…” he cupped your face again.  

“Are you okay?”  

“Baby, you are the one in the hospital bed; I should be asking that,” he chuckled softly. “Now that you’re awake, I’m good. How are you feeling?”  

“I’m alive…” you said in disbelief.  

“Yes, you are; thank God you are,” he said with so much emotion, and you nodded.  

“Yeah… He kept me alive, and then you found me…”  

“Yes, He did… He kept you safe just like I prayed for,” he confessed before kissing your forehead. “Fuck… I thought I lost you…” he said, trying not to cry again. “I can breathe again now that you’re back.”

—

That afternoon, he spent it with you, holding your hand, helping you eat, and just keeping you company. You still needed a lot of rest to recover from what had probably been the worst experience of your life. While you were sleeping, he pulled out the little velvet box that contained the necklace. He didn’t want to wait any longer; he had waited enough, but he also knew this wasn’t the best moment.  

“Hope this is not how you’re proposing,” you said as you began to wake up from your nap.  

“Hey there…” he said with a soft smile as he gently brushed away a strand of hair from your forehead. “Not proposing yet, princess, but I do want to give you something…”  

“Yeah?” you asked in a whisper, adjusting the bed to see him more comfortably.  

“Yeah… I can’t wait any longer. You have no idea how much I regret not asking you to be my girlfriend months… hell, years ago. I almost lost you, and we just started this. Y/N… I love you, and I know you know that, but I will keep saying it for the rest of my life. I love you with all I am, and I always will. I have loved you since before I knew what love was, but you are the only person I want to share the good and the bad with. I want us to grow old together, to fight, laugh, cry, and enjoy every little thing life throws at us.” He paused. “I’m not proposing yet, but I will. Eventually, I will, but this…”

He opened the velvet box, revealing the necklace inside. The letter "R" in the center made your heart melt, and you smiled, wanting to cry again but for different reasons. “Rafe, this is…”

“I know you said you wanted this the day of the engagement, but this is my promise to you that I will do it. In the meantime, you will wear this not because I own you, but because I know you and I love you, and I don’t want you to ever forget or doubt it.” You smiled and cried at the same time.

“I love you so much, Rafe,” you paused to take a breath. “I will never stop loving you; you are the best thing that has ever happened.”

With that, he kissed you ever so gently, scared he might break you. When he pulled back, he wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. He smiled at you and helped you put on the necklace.

The journey to that moment had been anything but perfect, but both of you felt at peace again. Maybe the beach would never be your happy place again, maybe you would eventually walk by, but you would never set foot near the water again. Rafe would never let you go somewhere if you didn’t feel like going anymore, and this rule also applied to him.

He couldn’t risk it, not anymore. He needed you to be alive and safe, and he needed to be there for you. He was scared of losing you, but he was equally scared of not being there to protect you if you ever needed him.

 You were back, and he was going to make sure you never went away again. You were his home, and he was yours. He would never leave your side, and you would never leave his. The connection you two had was beyond comprehension. Your parents were shocked at how easy it was for you to do all the physical therapy when Rafe was around, and how easy it was for you to fall asleep when he was there. All the nightmares of that day at the beach were gone every time he slept next to you. He always said you were everything he never knew he needed, but it was the same for you; you never thought you needed someone like him until you couldn’t picture a life without him. 

Life without him was not life for you, and life for him without you was not life. This chance you had gotten to keep on living, you were not going to take it for granted. It was not just about Rafe; it was about the people you loved and about your hopes and dreams. So whatever was in your future, besides a life with Rafe, you were going to enjoy it, good and bad, surrounded by your people.

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