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Missionary with our foreheads pressed together and every moan is pure oxygen
ೃ⁀➷ giggly drunk sex with rafe 🥂
the two of you barely make it ten feet inside the house before you're breathless, tripping over each other in a mess of limbs and laughter. you’re clinging to rafe’s neck like a koala, cheeks flushed, both of you reeking of tequila and saltwater and that electric, dizzy feeling of being absolutely wasted and so in love it hurts.
“i swear,” you giggle, pressing sloppy kisses up his jaw, “you tried to fight that guy over me.”
“he bumped into you,” rafe grumbles, slapping your ass with one big hand while he kicks the door shut. “and then you laughed at his dumb joke. nah. you were flirtin’ .”
“was not!”
“were too,” he smirks, already stumbling toward the couch with you still wrapped around his waist. “you got all giggly. that’s your ‘i wanna jump his bones’ laugh.”
imagining rafe finding out another man been buying things for reader and him losing it
warnings: dealer!rafe, jealousy/possessiveness, unprotected sex, rough handling, choking, arguing, mentions of sex work/stripping, slight dumbification
a/n: thank you so much for this request anon!! i had a similar prompt to this one but i wasn’t sure how to word it lol. join my private community today for girly advice and talks! let me know if you’d like an invitation ♡
it was subtle at first— rafe would see you waltz into barry’s trailer late at night with a brand new pair of pleasers, leaving behind a trail of perfume that wasn’t your signature scent. you were getting your hair done more often, even your nails started changing more frequently. he really took notice one day when barry had left to go run some errands, foolishly leaving you two alone together. rafe had your knees pressed into your chest, your pretty pedicured feet rocking with each of his thrusts as the pendant on your anklet glittered underneath the dim lighting of your room, the small detail instantly catching rafe’s attention.
he looked down at the little thing, a silver playboy bunny charm dangling from the dainty chain. “h-hey, when did you get this?” he cursed under his breath, pressing a kiss to the back of your calf as you cried out from the feeling of his pubic bone slamming down on your sensitive bud. your heart dropped at the question, your cheeks heating as rafe fixed his eyes on your face. “oh, nothing! s’just a little gift one of my regulars got for me..” you moaned, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as rafe’s jaw clenched.
he was definitely mad now.
picking up his pace, he reached down and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. “what the fuck do you mean one of your ‘regulars’ are you fucking this guy?” rafe was livid, considering he had already told you he wanted you to quit dancing at the club since he pretty much funded you and bought you whatever you wanted without hesitation. attempting to get out of his grip, rafe only tightened his hold on your face, his eyebrows pinching together as you struggled to find your words. “hmphh— no! r-rafe, i’m not fucking him!”
he swallowed thickly, letting go of your cheeks only to wrap his hand around your throat instead. “so why is he buying you gifts and shit?” rafe said through gritted teeth, “what is he getting you that i can’t?” you knew rafe was just mad because he felt threatened, the thought of another man spoiling you and making you happy with their money instead of his pissed him off like no other. “he just puts some extra money in my pocket, that’s all.. plus a little bit of interest..” you looked over at your vintage purse collection, rafe following your line of vision.
what used to be like six bags sitting in the corner of your room, had now grown into an easy twenty, the evidence of your claims making him pull out of you with a hiss. “you’re fucking joking, y/n. you’re letting another man buy his way with you?” you couldn’t help but feel exposed, rafe’s demeaning tone making you want to curl in on yourself. “i’m not letting anyone ‘buy’ their way with me, asshole. except you, but clearly i’m sooo wrong for that.” you scoffed, pulling your sheets over yourself to hide your body from rafe’s view.
“i didn’t say you were wrong for that, you dummy. what i’m mad about is the fact that you’re still working at pink sugar when i told you to leave that place a long ass time ago. why are you still there?” rafe was quick to get his boxers back on, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as he plopped down at the edge of your bed. “instead of questioning me, you should ask barry why he hasn’t moved us out of this shit hole yet,” you sat up against the wall, “you and barry make all of this money but we’re still in the same spot! i do what i do so that i can get out of this fucking trailer, rafe.”
you were right, and rafe knew it. as much as he had been telling your brother to at least get a nicer place for y’all, your brother always put the money back into his pawn shop where it barely made any profit. rafe looked back at you, a mix of both sadness and irritation written all over your face. “if a man is buying me gifts and giving me money, essentially allowing me to get out of my situation, then i’m going to do what i have to do. the gifts are just tokens of appreciation for my time. and no, i’m not having sex with this guy. he’s a lonely loser who makes way too much money for himself who just wants to blow it. i’m not gonna say no to that.”
rafe listened to you carefully, his hard gaze softening as he reached out to stroke your legs under your sheets. “look.. i want you to pack your stuff and stay with me then. if you let me take care of you— not just spoil you and buy you stuff, but really let me cover everything, you know i’ll do it. you’ll be out of this trailer and you could leave the club for good, i don’t want none of this dancing shit keeping you from me anymore.” your heart was racing in your chest, everything you’ve ever wanted now offering itself to you at your feet. “but what about barry?” you sighed, allowing rafe to come up and wrap his arms around your shoulders.
“he’ll get over it, babe. i’m sure he’ll be more thankful than anything to know that you’re not in that environment anymore. you know your brother is a simple dude, all he needs is this trailer and a cold case of beers in the fridge and he’s happy.” you laughed softly at his words, your cheek resting against his chest. “i promise i’ll make him fix up the trailer so you don’t have to worry about him over here. i’ll clear out the yard and install a new ac unit if it makes you feel better, does that sound good?” you nodded, pressing a kiss to rafe’s knuckles. “yes, please. he’s too stubborn do it himself.”
ummm a drunk rafe and he can not shut up about how pretty and perfect the reader is 😭🙏
so cuteeee
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the party was still going strong, but rafe? gone. absolutely, undeniably wasted. he was slumped against you on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped lazily around your waist like he’d forget how to sit up if he let go.
“god, you’re so pretty,” he mumbled for what had to be the tenth time in the last hour, his words slurring together.
you sighed, trying (and failing) to suppress a smile. “rafe—”
“no, listen.” he lifted his head, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide as he stared at you like you’d hung the damn moon. “you don’t get it. like—like, you’re actually perfect. it’s insane. it’s not fair. how the fuck am i supposed to function when you look like that?”
you bit your lip, heat creeping up your neck. “you’re drunk.”
“i’m honest,” he corrected, poking your cheek like that proved his point. “and i’m telling you—you’re the most beautiful, smartest, coolest person ever. and you smell good. and your laugh makes my chest feel all—” he waved his hand vaguely before dropping it back onto your thigh, squeezing lightly. “weird.”
you shook your head, laughing softly. “weird?”
“yeah. like, warm. happy.” he exhaled dramatically, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. “fuck. i think i’m in love with you.”
your heart stopped.
but before you could even process those words, rafe’s head flopped back onto your shoulder, his breath evening out almost instantly.
you stared at him, stunned. he was out cold, completely unaware of the absolute bomb he just dropped.
“oh, we’re definitely talking about this in the morning,” you muttered, shaking your head. but even as you said it, you couldn’t stop the stupid smile creeping onto your face.
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rafe cameron taglist: @rafestoothbrush
Just a minute 𐙚
Rafe Cameron x Reader sfw, warnings! cheesy drunken behaviour lol
The party’s long past its peak.
The bonfire’s burned down to a lazy orange glow, casting flickering light over scattered red solo cups. The Bluetooth speaker is still playing a slow indie track, the lyrics getting lost under the crash of waves.
You step away from the group, the sand cool under your bare feet as you wander toward the darker edge of the beach. The air smells like smoke and saltwater, your hoodie barely protecting you from the breeze that is coming off the sea. Your shoulders relax as you escape into the shadows, it feels good to be away from the noise for a second.
Then you see it, a body, half curled in the sand, still as a rock.
You freeze. He’s not moving.
Your chest tightens as you approach slowly, cautiously, until you're kneeling beside him. His head’s turned away, face buried in the crook of his arm, and for one terrifying second, you think he’s—
“Rafe?” you whisper, reaching out.
Your fingertips touch his cheek. His skin is warm.
Then....he stirs.
He lifts his head slowly, eyes glassy and dazed, lips parted like he’s trying to remember how to breathe. The knot in your stomach loosens, relief flooding in.
He blinks at you once. Twice.
“Y/N…” he slurs, voice soft and full of something you don’t recognize. “Hey.”
He smiles.
Not his usual cocky grin. This one is sleepy. Sweet. Maybe even a little sad.
You blink, stunned. Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, the hothead with too many demons and not enough patience, is looking at you like you're the first good thing he’s seen all night.
“You scared me,” you murmur. “I thought you weren’t breathing.”
He doesn’t respond, just lets his head flop back into the sand with a small groan. “M’fine,” he mumbles. “Just… tired.”
“You can’t sleep here,” you say gently, pushing lightly at his shoulder. “You’ll choke on your own puke or something.”
“No puke,” he insists, eyelids heavy. “Swear. I’m good.”
You sigh, kneeling next to him. “Rafe. Come on. Sit up.”
He lets out a dramatic sigh, like you’re asking him to do way too much, but eventually he shifts, arms clumsily propping himself up.
And then, without any warning, he leans into you.
His arms loop around your waist, and he slumps forward, burying his face into your neck like it’s the only safe place left in the world.
You freeze.
This is not the Rafe Cameron you know. He’s an angry drunk, you'd been witness to numerous drunken fights, he was always so tense like he’s on the edge of snapping. But now? He’s soft. Warm. Heavy against you, like he’s letting go for the first time in forever.
His breath ghosts against your skin, and you find yourself… stroking his hair. Feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen, liking that you can have this effect on him.
You can feel him mumbling something into your throat, just noise at first. Then a slurred, “…You smell nice…”
You snort softly. “You’re drunk.”
He nods into you, then lifts his head slowly, eyes glassy as they search your face. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “Like, really. I always thought that.”
Your eyebrows raise, but before you can say anything, he leans forward, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders, pressing a soft, sloppy kiss to your cheek. Then another. Then your jaw.
Your pulse skitters.
“Rafe—”
His lips brush close, too close to yours.
You turn your head with a laugh, your cheeks flushed.
He pulls back slightly, frowning like a kicked puppy.
“Why’d you do that?” he pouts, eyes narrowed. “I was bein’ sweet.”
“You were trying to kiss me.”
“So?”
You bite your lip, amused. “You’re Sarah’s brother.”
“And your her friend,” he mumbles. “Still like you.”
You sigh, brushing his hair back again, a little too gently for someone who should know better.
“Let’s get you some water,” you say, trying to stand, but his arms come back around your waist, tighter this time, like he’s not ready to let you go yet.
He rests his head against your chest again.
“Just a minute,” he whispers.
And for some reason, you give it to him.
Just a minute.
wrecked
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summary: you get into an accident with Rafe's car
words count: 1.3k
warnings: car accident, Topper and Kelce🥸, protective Rafe
You didn’t want to take Rafe’s car at first. He usually was the one who drove you whenever and wherever you needed, insisting that he felt calmer about you being okay. But he was busy from an early morning at work, and you really didn’t want to disturb him, even if you desperately needed to go.
Also, he didn’t mind you taking his car, even allowing you to practice on his favorite one. He just wanted you to be careful. Though you were always hesitant, not wanting to scratch it or accidentally break something, because you knew how much Rafe cherished his cars.
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚。 Yours Truly✨
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𑄽𑄺 some aftercare headcanons: rafe taking care of your swollen parts
he always checks on you after "fuck—look at you, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with pride and concern. his fingers spread you open, and his brows furrow when he sees the way you're trembling, swollen, and a mix of his cum and your arousal still clinging to your thighs. "too much?" you shake your head, still breathless.
he doesn't believe you. he never does when you try to play it off. his hands are already moving, one soothing down your hip, the other reaching for a warm cloth he prepared beforehand because he knew he'd fuck you up like this. "baby," he murmurs, warm breath against your raw, overstimulated cunt. he presses the gentlest kiss to your clit, just enough to soothe,and not tease. "gonna clean you up, alright? don’t want you sore in the morning." he always does this. always.
his mouth soothes what his cock ruins he calls it an apology. a silent one, because there's no way in hell he's actually sorry—he likes seeing you like this, wrecked, thighs twitching, pussy swollen from how deep andhard he went, how rough he was. still he cares about how you feel. so he goes down, pressing kisses along your inner thighs, worshipful, whispering nonsense between each one. "good girl" kiss. "took me so fucking well" another kiss. "always do" and then his tongue finds your clit to soothe and leave a cooling relief against the ache he left behind.
"shh, i know, i know" his hands press down on your hips when you jolt, when you whimper from the sensitivity. he doesn't stop. he won't. not until he feels the tension drain from your muscles or until your breath evens out. he made you like this so he needs take care of it.
he massages you after, even if you're half-asleep "poor thing," he mutters, all low and soft, rolling his thumbs into your inner thighs, kneading the stiffness from them. "all shaky ‘cause of me, huh?" you hum something incoherent, barely awake, and he chuckles. but his hands don’t stop.
they move slow, deliberate, pressing into every sore spot, making sure you're loose and won’t be sore tomorrow—or at least less sore. you’ll still feel him. he likes that part. but he doesn’t want you hurting. eventually, he works his way up, rubbing soothing circles over your swollen clit, pressing featherlight kisses against your overstimulated cunt. "rest, baby" he whispers, tucking the blanket over you. "i got you."
he kisses your cunt like he kisses your lips no rush. no urgency. just pure affection. some nights, when he's not looking to fuck you into the mattress, he wants is to show you a little attention. he presses kisses along your mound, over your folds, unhurried. his lips find your clit, but not to make you moan—just to remind you that he cherishes every inch of you. "so pretty," he murmurs, between kisses. "so fucking perfect."
and when you're sore or aching or even when you're too sensitive to even think about more—he doesn’t ask for it. he just takes care of you. warms a cloth, wipes you down, presses the softest kisses between your legs before pulling you close.
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+18 -> smut | getting your nails done + rafe enjoying the way you leave scratches on his back/shamelessly showing them off in the locker room
𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝔂!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝔀𝓪𝓰!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
c/w: jealousy, ownership, swearing, pet names, scratching, marking, sucking fingers, fingering, massage, sexting, exchanging nudes, *cross-posted on my NHL account*
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ughdjxkzjdissiskss seeing the text edits make me miss the bar down era plssss, like where all my boys rafe and kelce atm 😭😭😭 anyways, hot, messy and freaky, tysm for your service !! Reading this at night is a blessing ngl ‼️🥴 the back pictures, lord have mercy
“Of my tip?” He chuckles, putting two and two together. “Well I’ve looked at it a few times, princess,” he rasps, letting out a breathy chuckle.
its giving frat!rafe i swear to got. this is his humor
“I’m gonna put a ring on this finger on day,” he murmurs, his voice warm and confident. “Mark you up some more.”
😌😌 that's my man
i love the mix btw message and texts !! its refreshing 🥹🙏🏿‼️hockey!Rafe, you're so loved bby especially when kel is the one doing it
title: riding rafe in his hot tub
warnings: 18+, smut, and lewd language
the warm steam curls thick in the cold figure-eight night air, wrapping around the two of you. the water bubbles against your skin, heated jets pulsing against your back, but none of it compares to the heat of rafe’s hands, gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as you rock against him.
“fuck, baby,” he groans, head tipping back against the edge of the hot tub, eyes hooded, lips parted, watching you like you’re the only thing in the world. “look at you. you just can’t get enough, can you?”
“mm,” you hum, hands braced against his chest, nails teasing over slick, toned muscle. “you say that like you’re not the one begging me to ride you every five seconds.”
rafe smirks, one hand sliding up your spine, gripping the back of your neck, dragging you down until your mouths are just barely apart. “maybe i just like watching you come on my cock.” his voice is low, rough, his breath hot against your lips. “maybe i like knowing you need me just as bad as i need you.”
his words make you shiver, even with the heat of the water and with his body burning against yours. he feels so fucking good inside you, thick and deep, stretching you just right, making your thighs shake every time you move.
“fuck, rafe,” you gasp, rolling your hips, making him groan, making his fingers tighten on your skin.
“yeah, that’s it,” he grits out, pushing his hips up to meet you, the movement forcing a high, breathy whimper from your lips. “you gonna keep teasing me, princess? or are you actually gonna fuck me?”
“oh, i don’t know,” you breathe, nails dragging down his chest, leaning in until your lips brush his jaw. “depends. where are we going for spring break?”
rafe’s laugh is breathless, rough, barely held together. “you wanna talk vacation plans while you’re bouncing on my dick?”
“mm-hmm.” your tongue flicks over his pulse, and he shudders beneath you. “multitasking.”
his grip tightens, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he thrusts up hard, knocking the air from your lungs, making your moan break high and needy. “bahamas,” he rasps, his other hand gripping your ass, guiding you down onto him again. “private beach. just us. no one to bother us.”
“mm, sounds nice.” you grind against him, slow, deep, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers dig harder into your skin. “who else is coming?”
“sarah’s staying with the pogues,” he says, voice rough, distracted, his gaze locked on where your bodies are joined beneath the bubbling water. “so that means…”
“means what?” you tease, leaning in, biting his lower lip before pulling back, grinning. “we’re gonna be all alone?”
his smirk is slow, dangerous, fucking devastating. “means the dress code is naked. the entire time. not even panties”
his words send a fresh wave of heat flooding through you, pooling low in your belly. you clench around him, and rafe groans, fingers biting into your hips. “fuck, baby, you like the sound of that?”
“maybe,” you pant, rolling your hips, feeling him twitch inside you. “more rafey.....”
rafe’s laugh is low, dark. “princess, you have no fucking idea what you’re in for.”
his grip tightens, and before you can respond, he’s moving, fucking up into you, fast and hard, dragging you down to meet every thrust. the only sounds left between you are gasps, moans, the slap of wet skin, the bubbling water masking just how filthy it all is.
spring break can’t come soon enough.
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rafe fucking maybank!reader
being with rafe cameron is a mistake —one you keep making over and over again, despite knowing better. you both fight, you push him away, you tell yourself you’re done with him… and yet, every time, you come crawling right back. and rafe? he fucking lives for it.
he’s mean, rough, possessive. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s trying to break you. and in some way, maybe he is, because nothing in this world gets him harder than seeing jj maybank’s precious little sister falling apart beneath him, whimpering and completely soaked for the one guy she shouldn’t want.
he loves making you beg, loves reminding you who owns you, and no matter how much you fight it, no matter how wrong it is, you love it too.
his truck smells like sweat and sex, the windows fogged up as rafe pounds your sloppy cunt from behind like he owns it. one of his hands is in your pretty head, pushing it down onto the leather seat to make you arch your back for him, while the other is holding your wrists bruisingly tight at the bottom of your spine —yanking you back onto him, forcing you to take his cock deeper.
"god, you’re such a fuckin' mess," rafe groans, relishing in the way you’re dripping down his dick from all the times he's made you cum already, ruining his seats. "soakin' me like a desperate little whore."
he’s so mean, spitting filth that makes your insides tighten, your walls clench around him harder. every cruel word that falls from his lips has you growing wetter, despite the shame churning in your stomach. and he swears he could cum just from the way your greedy pussy is squeezing him, like it doesn't want to let go.
"this what you wanted, huh? my dumb little slut needed to get fucked stupid?" he mocks, lips curling into a dark smirk when he hears you moan in response.
every time his hips snap forward, he hits so deep you swear you might break, the fat tip of his cock almost brushing your cervix and making you literally shudder beneath him.
"rafe–" you whimper, big tears running down your flushed cheeks.
"fuck, baby, you cryin' f'me?" he groans, wiping those tears away, "god, you look so damn beautiful when you cry."
but you cannot say anything in response, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head as he keeps bullying your g-spot, and that makes him chuckle, large hand fisting your soft hair to yank you back against his hard chest, which causes your scalp to sting.
"so fuckin' pathetic, aren’t ya'? can’t even think, can’t do anything but let me use you," he whispers in your ear, his voice teasing —petty.
his other hand slips between your thighs, rubbing slow circles that have you crying out from how good it feels, little clit throbbing under his rough finger pads.
"look at you. so fuckin' sensitive..." he purrs, and he sounds really fucking pleased with himself for what he's doing to you. "gonna cum again f'me, princess?”
you try to shake your head no in response, try to beg for a break and squirm away from him —overstimulated, but rafe doesn't let you, gripping your throat to keep you in place.
"yeah, you fuckin' will." you can almost hear the smug smirk in his words.
you cry out, overwhelmed, but you don’t tell him to stop because you don't really want him to. your lewd moans break into something closer to sobs, and your fingers clutch desperately at the leather seats while he thrusts into your poor, sensitive cunt, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.
and when you finally fall over the edge, pleasure crashes over you so violently that it knocks the air from your lungs and makes your whole body tremble like a leaf while you scream against the seat, leaving you nothing but a shaking, incoherent mess beneath him.
rafe is right after you. he cums hard, dick twitching inside your hot, spasming cunt, which is fucking strangling him —the feeling so good that it has him trembling as he curses and moans out loud. wanting to draw out the pleasure all he can, he keeps fucking you through it, thrusts uneven and sloppy, until he's collapsing on top of you, completely spent.
for a moment, all you can do is lie there, face pressed against the leather seat, body still twitching with the aftershocks and mind fully blank. rafe doesn’t move right away either, his weight heavy on top of you, one hand smoothing over your back in slow, lazy strokes.
then, he pulls back, withdrawing his softening cock from your pussy with a grunt. he slaps your ass gently, watching with pure satisfaction in his blue eyes how his cum oozes out of you, and you can't help the little moan that follows.
“god, you look so fuckin' pretty like this. all used up. just f'me...” his fingers would definitely fuck his cum back inside you, not giving a shit that you're squirming and whining from overstimulation. "my good fuckin' girl."
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I’m back babes!!
I’m back from an unplanned hiatus and let me say I missed all of you AND I have so many stories to catch up on 😌
rafe Cameron has started blowing off gf!reader to hangout with his friends like cancelling plans last minute, leaving in the middle of a date, and just ignoring/neglecting her when all she wants is to just spend time with him. And it makes her so sad and insecure and she finally confronts him when he tries to leave their plans and she says "if you don't want me anymore please just say it and stop stringing me along" and just breaks down and he feels terrible, she's the love of his life and he didn't realize what he had been doing and makes it up to her with cuddles gifts breakfast in bed and maybeee some smut
strung along the line.
pairing — rafe cameron x fem!reader
word count — 1.2k
warnings — lotta hurt lotta comfort, near-break up, make-up, fluff
synopsis — after rafe stops putting in enough effort into your relationship, you confront him about stringing you along.
notes — ugh my heart. why are boys so stupid sometimes.
hello! may u please take my request? :) ♡
rafe cameron and reader are at a party and she starts acting bratty and telling him to go away and shoving him off and then he leans down and whispers in her ear to tell her to meet him in the bathroom for a spanking as punishment but she tells him no and that they should just do jt at home and then he smirks and leans down again saying that if they do it at home he'll make it 10x rougher, then he leaves, giving reader no choice as he watches her from afar with a smirk as she nervously chips on her nail and bouncing her leg. also can u write the smut punishment (edging)
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pairing — rafe cameron x fem!reader
word count — 2.4k
warnings — smut minors dni — raw sex (wrap it up y’all), rafe edges the fuck out of reader, crying due to edging, p in v, oral (f rec), creampie 🫣, uhhh, dirty talk, little bit of after care.
synopsis — at a party on figure 8, you begin testing rafe’s patience with your attitude. he’s not the type to let shit slide, and you’re in for a long night.
notes — HOT HOT HOT woah now i ate with this i think… thanks for the request anon! sorry it took so long i hope this makes up for it tho 💌
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Hey girl! I wanted to send in a Rafe request for the angst prompt #7: accidentally/drunkenly confessing feelings and yes it’s for the celebration! But it’s Rafe that confesses his feelings for the reader even though she’s a pogue but he’s always had a soft spot for her🤍
drunken confession.
pairing — rafe cameron x pogue!fem!reader
word count — 0.7k
synopsis — rafe gets drunk and starts spilling the beans on his love for you.
notes — hi babe! i love this sm he would be such a doofus honestly.
join my follower celebration — until feb. 3rd!
YESSSS ILY THANK U 🩷 always so so good
welcome to the party!
thank you all so so much for all the love on my recent works!! due to all of your support, i’ve decided to do this celebration!
when — jan. 3rd to feb. 3rd
what — blurbs, headcanons, moodboards & more!
who — all characters are listed on my masterlist! (featured on the line below this <3)
resources — masterlist | prompts | rules | blog guide
note — please specify in your ask that it is for this celebration so i can get it out in a timely manner!! any request may be paired with another one! (for example you could ask for a moodboard and blurb/headcanon on the same topic within the same ask)
p.s — if you have requested a fic prior to this celebration, don’t worry! i’m working on them, but they will be full-length (1k+) fics and therefore will take more time and effort but they are coming!!
below you can find a more in depth list of the asks you can send this month!
moodboards.
moodboards will consist of 9 photos pertaining to a specific topic and show/character of your choice!
the more specific you are the easier it is for me to create the moodboard, so please enter as many details as you can!
blurbs.
blurbs will consist of a short fic-like post under 1k words. this word count limit is to prevent me from feeling burnt out or overwhelmed with asks and will help me put out more content in a timely manner.
you can request a blurb based on a specific topic + character surrounding a particular song, scenario, alternate universe (AU), or prompt. (please don’t forget to specify!)
headcanons.
headcanons will consist of a bulleted list of thoughts and ideas i have on a specific concept pertaining to a character/topic/show.
you can request a headcanon on a specific topic + character surrounding a particular song, scenario, or alternate universe (AU). (please don’t forget to specify!)
yap sesh.
use this as your opportunity to ask me anything (within reason!) or just chat with me about anything. i’m looking for new moots that i can talk with about stuff so don’t be shy!
anons are more than welcome! please don’t abuse this privilege, however.
i’m so excited to see what requests you guys send in :) thank you all again for supporting me from the beginning and being so kind! i love u all 💌💌
tagging some moots to help get started! — @rubiehart @lanasb0ngwater @sarahsangelicdoll @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme