#cameronsbbg

[cuntyestvampire]

can u do a young!reader and rafe fic where he picks her up from ballet and finds out her like instructor (idk what it’s called) is a man ?? kind of like that one fic by rafesangelita i think?

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ﹕﹕ 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙

a/n ﹕ ﹕ thank you for the request !!! ^^ n sorry for the wait, I’m working on another fic! also this one’s pretty short :c w/c : a bit of jealous!rafe, age gap. use of the nickname :: kid, && kiddo.

Rafe was catching snippets of what you were restlessly rambling beside him in his car—he swears he’s listening, but he isn’t, he admits he’s guilty.

What he does realize, is that you’ve just mentioned a ‘he’.

Rafe doesn’t do ballet. What other ‘he’ are you talking to?

“Excuse me?” He interrupts, you just glance up at him, confused.

“What? I said he’s making me stay in for an extra hour.”

“He? Your instructor is a he? A male. That gets to go over you and touch your little back to correct your posture and command you around? Yeah, kid, we’re finding somewhere else for you to do your little swirling sessions.”

Rafe’s very rude about it, but the soft pout in your lips is gone when you realize that he’s just jealous, and it’s kinda cute. “Rafe. . . he’s married.” you mewled, big eyes looking at him in a taunting way like it was funny—it wasn’t. Not for your boyfriend, at least.

“So? Men get more audacious when they’re married, I’ll tell you that.” You sighed as he listed ten thousand reasons why your instruction shouldn’t be a male not now, not tomorrow, not in a thousand years, before he interrupted himself. “Oh. Wait—married?” Rafe looked like he had just discovered fire. “So he’s not bi or anything—right. . .”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle as you watched Rafe’s face morph into something more of embarrassment he tried to keep hidden.

cute.

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[cuntyestvampire]

short wip of how i think rafe would act with a teenage son.

Have you ever heard of men that have daughters and baby them all the time, but the mention of them having a boy changes that completely, all of a sudden they’re a drill sergeant?

That’s Rafe, but he had a son, and he runs a goddamn of a strict program. His little man better grow up and be a respectable guy that respects women, or he’s done for.

You tell him to go easy on your baby, after all, you pushed your son out of you screaming bloody murder, you have every right to baby him. But he won’t listen. It’s not strict in a ‘I don’t trust you’ or in a ‘i simply don’t like you’ way. He just doesn’t want his son being the frat boy he once was.

Nope.

Just the thought of that rubs him in the wrong way.

Sure, if his kid wants to have fun, that’s fine. He’s totally fine with the hookups, specially at his age. But he won’t have him treating them like objects like he used to.

That’s all he asks. But it’s kind of hard when you have the cameron’s genes in your body.

[cuntyestvampire]

𑣲𝒷im𝒷o!reader x 𝒹ealer!rafe .ᐟ

innocence . childish laugh .

daddy’s girl . weed . naïve . lovely

. figure eight’s princess . eye candy

masterlist below!

smoking for the first time

rafe showing your nudes to his friends

pregnancy scare

۫ ׅ 𝑒𝓍tr𝒶 ::

moodboard 2

camera roll 2

socials // posts

texts 2

[cuntyestvampire]

𝓅reg𝓃𝒶n𝒸𝓎 s𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒻𝓁uf𝒻

⤷ warnings :: mentions of sex, kinda mean rafe (?), crying.

bimbo!reader x dealer!rafe

When you first got caught making out with Rafe, your dad sat you down, listening to your sobs and telling you how much you had to be careful around any sort of men. Specially this one.

You tried stalling Rafe a little, pretending you didn’t notice how he brushed against you when you two laid down together. Even though you were pretty oblivious to most of it, Rafe wasn’t trying to hide it anymore—and one thing led to another. . .

He is pretty hot, you couldn’t just say no when he was already taking your bra off. . .

“Oh daddy’s gonna kill me, ray.” You look up at him from the cold bathroom floor. He’s holding your hair up as you face the toilet. There’s a small pout forming in your face, mostly because you’re disgusted and because you’re so done. You brought your hands to your eyes, soft sobs leaving your mouth.

“Jesus. Y/N. Stop crying, you didn’t even do the test yet.” He said, grabbing the plastic bag from the sink and taking the test out of its box and handing it to you. “Go piss on it or—whatever.” He glanced down at you, as you extended your hand to grab it. “I’ve seen girls do this a thousand times, go on.”

“What do you mean a thousand gir—“

“Babe—just do it, you’re stressin’ me out.” He interrupted you before he had to explain himself.

“You can leave.” Your eyes landed on his from your spot from the floor, watching his expression change as he left and you did your thing.

Rafe kept impatiently calling your name from time to time to see if everything was going well. When you said nothing, he just barged in with that look in his face. “So?”

“Rafe! I don’t know yet—what does it mean?”

Rafe’s head looked at the test in your hand and whipped to the side to look at you. “It literally says ‘not pregnant.’ —bright as the sky! Why are you asking me tha— you know what. Forget it. Hide it and don’t let your old man see it. You’re gonna kill me, one day.” He rubbed his hand over his face, looking down with a surprised expression as you hugged him as tight as you’ve ever did it.

He ran his large hands through your hair, scratching it a little. “It wasn’t that hard, now, was it?”

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[cuntyestvampire]

dealer!rafe that always has to send some sort of video to prove he isn’t on a girls house and actually doing a deal <33

[cuntyestvampire]

bimbo!reader x dealer!rafe socials. . .

[cuntyestvampire]

✴︎ smo𝓀𝒾n𝑔 𝒻𝑜r 𝓉h𝑒 f𝒾𝓇s𝓉 t𝒾𝓂e, ⸝⸝ f𝓁u𝒻f

bimbo!reader x dealer!rafe.

wc :: smoking, pet names, reader being an airhead, rafe being kinda mean, innocence.

“Rafe! Stop that!” You coughed and waved your hand around, trying to brush the smoke off your face.

You were just chilling on his old trailer, not your ideal place, but you can never refuse an opportunity to come over at Rafe’s place. That’s where the real stuff happens.

“Shut it, babe. Lemme have my moment, aight? Here—You should try it too.” He took the joint off his lips, holding it between two large fingers, handing it over to you.

You stared at it for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. “Ray. . . I can’t do that.” You pouted, taking the joint in between your fingers anyway. “I—I don’t know how to. . .”

He scoffed, taking it back with a hum. “Like this—“ he paused, taking a short drag out of the joint, and blowing the smoke into your face again—looking over at you to see if you were paying attention. “Hm? Try it.”

As you took the joint and looked up at him, he nodded, watching you try to smoke for the first time. He spread his legs a little more with a smug smirk. He kind of felt proud of himself for a second, before he heard you cough. “‘T’s not that hard, sweetie.” He laughed.

“It smells so bad, Ray. You can keep it.” You rolled your eyes and pouted, handing it back to him as he kept smoking.

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[cuntyestvampire]

hello people i’ve ran out of fic ideas so

next fic idea

maybank!reader reaction to JJs death :p

something angsty with dealer!rafe

please just let me write that goddamn cheating plot i need it

manipulative!rafe

i’ll send you a request instead (if click this and then don’t i’ll jump you)

MY BUTTON.

Voting ended onMay 12