summary in which the reader needs some love and care, and only rafe can give it.
warnings smut. she/her prns. rafe in love. f!oral. fingering. riding.
request can u do a rafe cameron x reader based off of the song feel it coming by the weeknd? - anon (this request is really old and was surprisingly difficult)
the three times duke tried to tell you something - rafe cameron
summary: rafe's dog duke starts acting differently towards you, clearly trying to tell you something that you and rafe can't seem to figure out on your own.
word count: 1.2k
a/n: short, fluffy and sweet! forever loving soft rafe ♡
The first time, Rafe noticed before you did.
It wasn't unusual for Rafe's eyes to follow you as you walked through the house, drinking you in as you wandered past him to the kitchen or back to bedroom or onto the back porch as he tried to focus on his work, fingers itching to pull you into him and toss his laptop to the side. What was unusual was his dog, Duke, following you everywhere you went.
He couldn't put a finger on when it started, but suddenly it was like you had a second shadow, Duke following your every move, his eyes trained on you or sitting patiently at your feet whenever you were stationary.
You didn't notice until you were coming out of the shower and nearly stepped on him as he sat, waiting for you just outside the shower door. "Oh! Geez, Duke! You scared the heck out of me" you said, leaning down to pat his head, much to his enjoyment.
"Hey, have you noticed that Duke has been following me around?" you asked Rafe. As if for emphasis, Duke exhaled loudly where he sat nearly on top of your feet as he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes.
Rafe smiled and leaned over to look at his dog, "You lookin' after our girl, Duke?" Duke licked his hand in response.
The second time, Rafe was on the mainland for the day and you were walking to get the mail, Duke firmly by your side, when your neighbor who was jogging stopped to talk to you. "Hey, Y/N! Good to see you! Having a good summer?" he asked.
He tended to be a little flirtatious so you tried to keep your answers curt and casual, but before you could answer Duke growled at him. You looked down in shock to see his teeth bared, his eyes fixed on your neighbor. He normally had such a sweet and loving disposition, you couldn't remember him ever being aggressive. You were almost embarrassed as you whispered "Duke!" in surprise. He looked up at you innocently before returning a narrowed gaze to your neighbor who was edging away from you both before he took off running again.
"Duke growled at Sean today when he stopped to talk to me" you told Rafe later that night. "I swear, Rafe, something has gotten into him, I've never seen him act like that before."
"Is Sean that guy that's always hitting on you?"
"Rafe..."
"Good boy, buddy!" he said, leaning down to scratch Duke behind his ears and getting a bark in response before Rafe pressed a kiss to your cheek.
It was all fun and games for Rafe until later that week the two of you were in the kitchen making dinner and listening to music. Rafe pulled you into his arms to dance with you. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses there and tracing them up your jaw to land on your lips, catching your smile with his own. He kissed you softly and slowly as his hands traced down your waist, and then he began to tickle you, eliciting a squeal and a giggle from you as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Duke was on his feet and barking immediately, nudging himself between you and Rafe, and nipping at Rafe's ankles, finally causing him to drop his arms.
"Duke! Buddy! It's okay!" he said, putting his hands up in front of him in surrender as Duke stood protectively in front of you.
Rafe looked up at you, "Okay, maybe I'm starting to see what you're talking about..." he trailed off, looking down at his dog "...and I thought I was protective, what's gotten into you, huh?" Duke looked from Rafe to you and back again and barked once like he was trying to say something, both of you looking at each other in confusion.
That weekend you were curled up on the couch watching a movie, snuggled in Rafe's arms. Duke had been lying on the floor at your feet when he propped his head over the side of the couch and onto your lap.
"Hey, good boy" you whispered, running your hand over his head absentmindedly before returning your attention to the movie. He didn't give up. He nudged his cold, wet nose into your hand, into your lap, nuzzling you further and further.
"Okay, okay" you said, thinking he wanted more pets, and giving him more attention. But he was unrelenting, his entire head now resting in your lap. "Rafe, look at this. He's never this cuddly" you said as Duke came to rest his head nearly on top of your torso at this point, where he finally sat still, eyes looking up at you intently as you continued to pet him, now with your full attention.
"What is it, buddy?" you asked.
He nuzzled into your torso one more time for effect.
And that's when the lightbulb went off in your head.
"Oh my god" you said, suddenly.
"What is it?" Rafe asked, pausing the movie and sitting up quickly at your tone.
"Oh my god" you said again, popping off the couch as you ran down the hallway, Duke hot on your heels.
"Sweetheart? Sweetheart! What's wrong?" Rafe said as he got up to follow you both.
You had shut yourself in the bathroom and Rafe began knocking frantically on the door. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Silence.
"Babe, you're freaking me out. Are you okay? Please just tell me you're okay?"
"H-Hold on" you said, your voice shaking.
Rafe jiggled the doorknob, his heart in his throat. "Babe, please don't make me break this door down."
You didn't respond and Rafe let his forehead fall against the door, eyes resting on the dog sitting next to him who was pawing the door helplessly.
The minutes ticked away before, quietly, the lock clicked and you swung the door open. You had tears in your eyes and Rafe immediately cupped your face in his hands. "Babygirl, what is it, what's wrong?"
You moved to hold up your hand that held a small plastic stick with a digital window reading one word that sent Rafe's heart into a maddening flutter: Pregnant.
"What?" Rafe whispered in disbelief as he took the stick from your hand.
"Babe, are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?" he said, a smile already breaking across his face. You gestured behind you at two other sticks on the counter, nodding and smiling as tears rolled down your face.
"You're having our baby?" he asked breathlessly, "I'm gonna be a dad?" The realization crashed over him as tears welled in his own eyes and you nodded vigorously.
"We're gonna have a baby!" he said, scooping you into his arms as he peppered kisses relentlessly on your cheek and forehead, finally finding your lips and searing them with a kiss that was so sincere and soft, overwhelmed with emotion.
You could feel him breathing heavily against you as you laughed and cried together, the moment broken only by Duke barking at your feet, jumping up, wanting to be a part of the action.
“Rafe, get out,” Sarah orders her brother as she unloads her shopping bags onto one end of the sofa, glancing at her older brother as he lounges on the other end.
A book is in his hand, and his annoyance is clear as he stares at Sarah and you over the top of the book. “Why?”
“Because she’s about to change,” Sarah points to you as you stand by the door.
“You have a bedroom!”
“It still smells like paint,” she huffs. "We went there first."
“Then use a bathroom.”
Sarah gestures to the massive amount of shopping bags. “Does it look like all of this will fit into a bathroom?”
He shrugs. “Not my problem.”
“Sarah…” You reach for her hand, but she ignores you and glares at her brother.
“You are such an asshole, Rafe.”
He smirks, not bothered by her words at all.
“It is fine, Sarah. I’ll take one outfit at a time to the bathroom.” You reach for the first bag and dig out a skirt and a top. “I’ll be back.”
You offer her an encouraging smile in hopes that they will not fight in your absence before you slip out and into the bathroom. "Relax."
Before you know it, it is six outfits later and you are exhausted and growing annoyed as Sarah complains about the way the shirt bunches at your waist. “Try this one.” She holds up another top.
“It is just a date, Sarah, why does it matter this much?” You ask as you reach down and grip the hem of the least favorite shirt you bought today before pulling it up and off.
She shrugs, digging around in a bag for the earrings that you had fallen in love with at the shop. “Because it’s your first date in over a year.”
“Right,” you huff and grab the new shirt after tossing the ill-fitting shirt back into a bag. “Can I not wear a dress? I bought three of them.”
“Umm…” Sarah sighs, after digging in another bag. “Yeah… I can’t find those earrings. They may be in the car.” She leaves without another word, and you move closer to the sofa to find one of the dresses. You fish out two of the three before turning and freezing when your gaze meets Rafe.
“I forgot you were even here,” you whisper, pulling the dress up to cover your chest. “Umm… okay, I’ll go to the bathroom and change.”
“Why?” He asks, smirking from behind his book, enjoying the view. “You’ve already started in here.”
“You are shameless.”
He shrugs. “Who is the lucky guy?”
“Conner.”
Rafe grimaces. “That tool?”
“What?” You ask, pulling the dress over your head before removing the pants now that the skirt is covering your lower half. “You know someone better?” He looks back at his book, and you smirk. He thinks he knows better. “Who? You?”
“At least you would never get bored with me.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Rafe, you do not know the difference between lust and love. Why would I even bother?” You move to his side and move your hair over your shoulder. “Zip me.”
He stands, discarding the book, and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Because,” he starts as he zips up your dress before leaning in a little closer. His lips are by your ear. “You and I both know about your little crush.”
Your cheeks warm, but you do not let him see it.
“And you know what I want,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing the hem of your skirt, toying with your thighs.
“And you aren’t shy about asking.”
“I could demand.”
You blush hotter as his hand dips between your thighs. “You wouldn’t dare.” Your voice is breathy, shaking, and he can tell he is doing something to you.
“I don’t have to.”
Your head falls back against his shoulder as his fingers brush your underwear, feeling how damp they are from the briefest touches.
“Cancel the date with that tool and meet me later.”
You turn to look at him, sliding your arms over his shoulders. “And what do I tell Sarah?”
“I don’t care.”
You shake your head and step away from him. “Right.”
His mouth opens, but before he can utter a word, Sarah is rushing back in. A pair of really pretty gold hoops in her hand. “Got them!”
You grin at her and reach for them as she looks at your dress.
“That is perfect!”
You grin, spinning as you put the hoops in your ears. You catch Rafe’s gaze again, and he smirks before going back to his book.
DID U SEE THE NEW CLIP AND THE WAY JJ WAS LOOKING AT KIE IM SCREAMING
THE FACT THAT HE TURNED ALL THE WAY AROUND AND IS HANGING ON THE HER ANSWER BECAUSE HE WANTS HER TO SAY NO SO BADLY!! HE WANTS THEM TO CONTINUE SHARING THE SAME DREAM?! AND THEN SHE DOES??? But the world isn’t fair and then going back to reality and her being separated again is going to hit him like a freight train.
AND THE CAMERA CUTS BETWEEN THEM!! IMMEDIATELY SETTING THE TONE FOR THE SEASON!! LIKE HEY LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT JIARA THEY ARE A PLOTLINE THIS SEASON
CAN YOU HORNY WHORES JUST FORGET ABOUT KINKTOBER FOR A SECOND?? 😫😫 WHAT ABOUT SOFTOBER 😠 OR FLUFFTOBER 😠 OR ANGSTOBER 😠 ANY TOBER FR I’M NOT IN A SEXY MOOD I’M JUST DEPRESSED 😩😩 plz just gimme that cute halloween/autumn shit 🥹
[id: screenshots of tiktok captions. the images say, “but the only reason we still love princess diana is because she did not have the time to disappoint us.”]
begging queer kids to read up on princess diana’s involvement with the community. yes, she was a rich, pretty monarch. yes, she died young.
but the reason why queer people love her is because she used her privilege during the aids crisis to advocate for sick queer men, when very few others would - much less someone of her status.
diana spent years advocating for the health and care of queer people with hiv/aids. in 1987, at the height of the epidemic, she opened the first specialist clinic dedicated to treating aids patients (the first clinic of it’s kind in the uk).
she also fought public hysteria by hugging and shaking bare hands with aids patients, at a time when aids was thought to be spread by skin to skin contact. not only that, she visited patients in the clinic regularly and even comforted them through their sickness.
and when queen elizabeth told her to try focusing on “something more pleasant”?
diana ignored her and kept fighting.
and this is only her work towards the aids crisis. she publicly called out the royal family, brought attention to numerous world issues, and was known as an advocate for empathy and kindness. she’s known and loved as the people’s princess for good reason