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rafe's slut; jj's baby

interested in creating ocs/!readers and au versions of the obx cast, so you might see some of that coming soon

personal tags: #charm yaps, #charm's moodboards, #charm's gifs, more coming soon

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feel free to send me asks (anon or not) about literally ANYTHING lmao <3

#— intro.#(first post 🥹)

poge-life

i could never be famous. first chance i get, imma fuck drew starkey

rafesbuzzcutseason

oh *gulps*

I CANT FUCKIN ADD TAGS TO POSTS

(the only reason i was able to add #charm yaps is bc its my most used tag and i dont have to type it for it to appear)

#charm yaps

morguesiren

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or how reader made a friend in the most unconventional way.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

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

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

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

★ author's note.ᐟ i hope you guys like this! i'm considering making this into a series; if i do, i think i'd do it the same way this fic is, aka some narration but mostly 'chatting' between rafe and reader. anyway, let me know if you want it to continue!! i've been feeling down for a few weeks now, so something simple and fun like this was a good way to get back into the flow of writing.

i thought about making this a smau, but doing the chats like this feels more authentic to the 2000s chatroom experience y’know

you were sitting on your bed, your laptop open on a website called KildareUChats, a website that was apparently meant for the students of your university to be able to anonymously chat with other students, your friend having told you to give it a try, knowing that it’d be difficult for you to do in person.

you didn't really see the point of it; although your social circle was in no way huge, you were happy enough with it, really. never having been great with new people, you'd made three friends on your freshman year of college and simply stuck to them. it didn't help that whenever you tried to talk to someone new, it felt like someone was choking you.

but this was online. the person on the other side would never know who you are, and you'd never have to actually be face-to-face with them. your cursor moved to hover over the 'REGISTER' button, and you filled the page out with your basic information, name, school email, birth date... but when the website asked for a username, you couldn't help but purse your lips as you looked around your dorm room, from the fairy lights you'd hung up on walls that now glowed in a yellowish hue, to the several books stacked on the floor, to the dead roses on your desk...

but when your eyes landed on your nightstand, you spotted a book of poems by edgar allan poe, and your lips quirked up into a small smile. after you typed the name 'AnnabelLee' into the username field, a green check mark appeared next to it to signify it was available.

after setting a password, you were redirected to a page that said 'WELCOME TO KILDAREUCHATS AnnabelLee! CLICK HERE IF YOU WISH TO CONNECT WITH A RANDOM STRANGER!'. you clicked the button, your cursor turning into a circle for a moment as it loaded, before you were redirected to a chatroom with a pop-up.

KILDAREUCHATS IS CONNECTING YOU TO A STRANGER...

KILDAREUCHATS HAS CONNECTED YOU! REMEMBER TO TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED <3 SAY HI!

you stared at your computer screen, biting into your lower lip. you had no idea what you were supposed to say; outside of the people you already knew, you were helpless when talking to people, the words always getting stuck in your throat, or vanishing from your mind. angel's white fur blended in with your white sheets as your hand moved to absentmindedly stroke her, the little cat purring in her sleep. but before your hand could dart out to type something on your laptop, a message appeared on the screen.

STRANGER: heyy

taking in a deep breath, you shook your head, as if shaking all doubts and worries out of it. the site was anonymous; that was the whole point. and your therapist told you, that for your social anxiety to get better, you should try go socialize. mingle. you took the bottle of cheap white wine you'd snuck into your dorm, taking a large swig straight out of the bottle before setting it back down, your hands flying to your keyboard.

YOU: hi :)

STRANGER: wsp?

YOU: ...wasp?

STRANGER: lmao no... what's up?

YOU: sorry, i'm not good with that kind of lingo haha. YOU: nothing much. i'm hanging out with my cat.

STRANGER: damn, do you have an off-campus apartment or something?

YOU: nope :) YOU: don't tell my ra.

STRANGER: shit you have a CAT in your dorm?

YOU: if you tell on me, i'm gonna have to hunt you down and kill you.

STRANGER: lucky for you this is anonymous STRANGER: and i'm not a snitch lmao STRANGER: so, what are you doing on this thing at 12am on a friday night? no hot parties?

YOU: honestly, i think i'd rather put a noose around my neck than go to a party. YOU: i'm just in my room drinking wine. decided to try this site after my friend suggested it. YOU: what about you?

STRANGER: damn, kinky STRANGER: i do have a 'hot party' to go to but i also have an essay due in nine hours and the prof already hates my ass

YOU: so you decided to not write your essay and instead procrastinate by chatting with some random stranger?

STRANGER: exactly! you get it STRANGER: if i even have my laptop in front of me, i'm counting that as me writing my essay

YOU: what's it about?

STRANGER: what kind of a role religion has when it comes to politics and shit

YOU: and let me guess, that's not a topic you enjoy studying in your free time?

STRANGER: you know me so well already

YOU: if it helps, i'm also studying. or, procrastinating studying. YOU: i have a chemistry exam on monday :(

STRANGER: ...and you're studying for it on a friday already? STRANGER: i just read for exams a few minutes before they start STRANGER: compared to me you're like a genius

YOU: eyeroll. YOU: and that's why you have trouble writing an essay! YOU: you're probably missing out on a keg stand at your 'hot party'.

STRANGER: i can't believe you're making fun of the art of the stand

YOU: you'll live.

STRANGER: how do you know? maybe i'm the god of the kegstand and every time a human loses faith in me, i grow weaker

YOU: are you? YOU: oh sacred frat god? YOU: shall i make an offering for you at your altar? would that appease your distaste towards me?

STRANGER: you shall

YOU: okay, how about these for an offering: YOU: a white claw, a buzz ball, a red solo cup with a strange mixture of different kinds of alcohols, and a vape pen?

STRANGER: those appease me much, mere mortal STRANGER: also mango-flavored juul pods

YOU: you're so weird.

STRANGER: says the person who's hanging with her cat on a friday night

YOU: how do you figure i'm a her?

STRANGER: oh please STRANGER: no man would disrespect the fine art of the keg stand

YOU: got me there, frat boy.

STRANGER: that's very presumptuous STRANGER: i could just be a tomboy

YOU: please. YOU: if you're a girl then i'm sasquatch.

STRANGER: don't worry, i don't mind a little body hair

YOU: i hate you.

glancing at the clock on your wall, you'd realized that thirty minutes had already gone by. you let out a small sigh, rubbing your eyes.

YOU: i should get going. i can't keep procrastinating.

STRANGER: already?

YOU: what, are you gonna miss me or something?

STRANGER: hey, if i get a pic of bigfoot i'm gonna be making millions, i just have capitalistic tendencies

YOU: fair point.

STRANGER: you should add me as a friend

YOU: you can do that??? i thought this was an anonymous chat.

STRANGER: yeah you can lmao why else would you need to set a username STRANGER: i'll just do it

and soon enough, a pop-up appeared on your screen, with the text 'STRANGER HAS REQUESTED TO ADD YOU AS FRIEND.' along with the buttons 'ACCEPT' and 'DENY'.

you pursed your lips, your finger lingering over the touchpad, first dragging it over the button reading 'DENY', before you let out a sigh, taking a large swig from the bottle of wine, moving the cursor to 'ACCEPT' and pressing it before you could regret it.

the pop-up was now replaced with another one, reading 'CONGRATS AnnabelLee YOU ARE NOW FRIENDS WITH MalachiConstant' and when you read the stranger's name, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. you clicked the red 'x' that closed the pop-up, and the word STRANGER in your chat logs was now replaced by MalachiConstant.

YOU: really? vonnegut?

MalachiConstant: what? i don't seem like the type to read?

YOU: just surprising!

MalachiConstant: says the girl with the hard-on for poe MalachiConstant: which isn't surprising at all

YOU: har har. YOU: goodnight, weird vonnegut frat boy.

MalachiConstant: goodnight, weird poe girl

YOU HAVE LOGGED OUT OF KILDAREUCHATS.

stvolanis

Rafe Cameron would definitely call your breasts “tits”

JJ Maybank would call them some stupid shit like "melons”, or “jugs”, but more commonly, “boobs”.

John B is a simple man. He’d probably refer to them as “his girls”.

Pope Heyward would just call them breasts, but when he’s influenced by JJ, he’d call them milkers.

bbyg4rl

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘑

JJ wasn’t always gentle. He was loud, reckless and rough around the edges— the kind of guy who ran headfirst into trouble and laughed while doing it. But when he was with you? After all the tension faded and all that was left was warmth and tangled limbs? He was nothing but gentle.

his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on your back as you lay sprawled across his chest, skin warm and dewy. "You alive, sweetheart?" he teased, fingers trailing lazily up and down your spine.

"Barely," you murmured, voice muffled against his chest.

JJ gasped dramatically, squeezing you tighter. "Damn. Guess I went too hard. RIP my girl. Taken too soon." He sighed. "She was so beautiful. So funny. So—"

"JJ," you whined, smacking his chest lightly.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple. "What? Just saying, if you’re gonna die in someone’s arms, at least they’re mine."

You rolled your eyes at his words, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away.

He turned his face to look at you, his voice softer now, "For real, though. You good? Need water? A snack? A massage?"

You giggled, tilting your head into his touch. "I just need you."

His arms tightened around you instantly. "Yeah? That I can do."

So, he stayed. Rubbing soothing patterns into your back, whispering the sweetest things into your ear, and making sure you knew, in every little way, that you were safe, cherished, and completely adored.

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vacationbimboschool

Gender and sex are NOT the same thing. Gender is what you identify as, while sex is what I’m having with Rafe Cameron tonight. Stay informed

rafesteddy

if i got fucked by rafe cameron once id feel sm better rn istg

#charm yaps

rafesangelita

♡ staring at bluecollar!johnb’s happy trail

warnings: domestic fluff, brief flashback, suggestive ending

a/n: finally got around to writing more of bluecollar!johnb i hope you all love it! read more about bluecollar!johnb here <3

“babe, ‘you get me another beer?” humming sweetly from the kitchen, you grabbed an ice-cold can out of the fridge and took it over to where john b had himself set up on the recliner in the living room, his jeans hanging low on his hips as some sports show played noisily in the background. he popped the small thing open with one finger, flashing you a wink before pinching the soft curve of your ass that peeked out of your shorts. “john!” you acted offended, swatting his hand away just in time to hide the smile playing on your lips.

returning to your spot behind the kitchen counter, you let your eyes fall on the burly man who sat just a few feet away from you, your gaze raking down his shirtless form until it hit the line of hair that started just right underneath his belly button and continued its way down into his underwear. john b was so swole from all of his long days of hard work, you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. you sighed dreamily as if you didn’t have your mouth stuffed full of his cock last night, his tame hair tickling the skin of your nose as you took him until he hit the base of your throat.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you imagined having his large hands push your head further down onto his length until you couldn’t take another inch between your lips, his grunts and cursed groans echoing in the back of your mind. you were so engrossed with your man that you didn’t even see that john b was staring back at you with the same intensity in his eyes. you knew how to make him feel so appreciated for everything he did. hot meals, a spotless house that you turned into a home, sex every night.. he was living the dream.

pretending to yawn, john b stretched, jutting his hips out as his arms raised above his head, your gaze faltering as his v-line was now exposed. swallowing thickly, you blinked away, your head swimming with even more dirtier thoughts than before. finishing off his beer, john b got up as he crushed the can in his hand, his broad figure towering over your own as he caged you between his arms. “you got some wandering eyes.” he spoke low, the bass in his voice making your cheeks heat. “i don’t know what you’re talking about..” you played coy, your resolve crumbling once you felt his lips latch onto your neck.

“don’t get shy now,” he teased, “i’m off today, you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

#john b fics #nsfw #WOWWWW LOVED THIS