private school golden boy. lacrosse MVP. trust fund heir.
now he’s a twenty-five-year-old streaming from his dad’s pool house, ranting about "male loneliness" and “the fall of masculinity” while rage-quitting apex matches at 3 a.m.
he calls himself “unfiltered.”
tells his chat he doesn’t care about clout.
says girls like are fake, manipulative, and ruining the internet.
but then he finds your stream.
and he can’t stop watching.
you’re all sparkly overlays and heart filters.
streaming roblox dress-up games in a pink headset.
drinking strawberry milk and squealing when you get first place in dress to impress.
your chat calls you “princess” and “angel” while you build outfits based on cupcakes.
your sweet. a little annoying. soft.
everything rafe says he hates.
and now your in his head.
and on his second monitor.
and in his dreams.
then someone raids you with his clip.
“isn’t this the guy who said you’re the downfall of women?”
you giggle.
“wait… he’s kinda hot?”
and that’s how it starts.
incel!streamer!rafe playing dress to impress with girly!streamer!reader
how girly!streamer!reader reacts to being sexualized?
ain't nobody business // classmate!rafe cameron x mean!popular! reader
summary ; your classmate was too obssessed with you...but you were also too cool to care about him....only at first....
warnings ; 18+ smut plot. verbal violence. oral(f&m receiving). public masturbation. sub!rafe (simp obssessed and loser). nosebleeding so kind of blood. spitting. pervy behavior/needy depraved attitude. light praising. weird obssession. minors dni. be aware of the warnings before reading please.
author's note : none.
pervy classemate!rafe who's always been your biggest simp. not only had he always been a simp when it came to you, but he was totally sick and completely depraved. he was the very definition of the word pervert in its most terrible sense. he never missed a single class where you were present because he was completely obsessed with the idea of being close to you, of sharing the same space as you. he loved to hum the air you breathed because your scent was the one that intoxicated him. he was constantly at the back of the class and you were only a few feet away. he was a pathetic gooner who knew he had no chance with popular chicks like you. your standards were — too fucking high. you were the kook princess, too classy, too hot, too perfect, the mean girl out of his league.
then, he was never presentable.
you didn't necessarily notice it because you liked to ignore the existence of your fan. but he was constantly looking at you, his blue eyes glued to every one of your moves. he was like a stalker, watching you from afar in the hallways as you walked through the crowd with your group of friends. you were the prettiest of them all, your hair was always clean and neat, your face soft and made up, your lips covered in gloss and your mouth chewing a bubblegum. you always wore skimpy outfits because it was always horribly hot even inside the school.
he was desperately waiting for you to burst into his line of vision, his hand already stuck in his pants. his locker wasn't far from yours. there were photos of you and accessories belonging to you inside. everything you thought you throw away, he would get it back. he had a huge collection about it.
he was too freaking weird and lame — kind of the pervy freak your girlfriends make fun of it. the kind of losers that upset you and made you roll your eyes when he was staring or talking to you. the kind of idiots that was always in your fucking way instead of getting lost somewhere you didn't care.
but despite your mean and cold attitude toward him, rafe was always so eager to see you.
out of the pathetic man he was, rafe cameron was big. even when his dick was limp in his boxer, a fat bulge was outlining the fabric of his underwear. when you were in the same room as him, he always felt the need to palm himself, literally stroking his aching cock through his pants as you took a seat. it was crazy because your back was only shown to him but his dick was already growing in his grip, the veins of his length bulging thick against his touch.
he was getting harder every time he heard your chuckles. and god,when you wrapped that pen between your glossy lips, he just wanted to force his fat dick against the gap of your mouth, watching you struggle to take him with those pretty eyes of yours rolling in the back until he’s crying and his tip leaking on your favorite lipstick. the way you swirl your tongue around the hood, leaving a trickle of drool webbing from your lips to the pen while you pretended to think, sweet moans escaping your lips as you fixed your mini skirt was too much for him.
you were such a bitch.
you probably didn't know it, and it was one of his many dirty secrets, but he had a sex doll in his room that looked exactly like you and that he fucked every time he came home. he was a premature ejaculator but above all compulsive. you could be sure that this doll was fucked ten times in a row until he was out of breath, sweaty and stinking, until his hair and sheets were drenched in sweat and juices with his muscles drained and body shaking under painfully spasms. when he had to jerk off, he didn't need to go to pornsites, he just needed to open your insta page. and it was even better when you posted stories because you were always half naked in them. he masturbated until his screen was covered in hot and thick spurts, his liquid hiding your face.
he was such a dreamer and you were such a fantasy.
one time, you were in physics class in this lab-like class and you were across from him. he spent the whole time looking at your cleavage. his eyes were deep down on your boobs. but he was also suffered from a painful boner that you were aware about, but was ironically under your control.
“ want a picture of them, cameron ? ” you said with exasperation. “ because you're never gonna touch them. never in your life so stop watching. ”
he knew it. losers like him didn't stand a chance with girls like you and that was what made him even hornier.
sick.
the slightest contact with you was enough to ignite him. and telling him that he had no chance of touching you or going out with you made his cock bigger.
" god, you're pathetic. ” you muttered before sitting next to him. “did you pee your pants ? you've got a stain. ” you whispered in his ear. “ i know what you are, cameron.”
but you were in a good mood today, so you wrote on a paper.
— meet me in the girls' bathroom upstairs. (I know how much you love this place. I'm even sure you have lots of photos of me in the cabins.)
you kissed him on the cheek. as you were looking down on him, he just gasped while swallowing hard as you were laughing out loud with your girlfriends.
you were waiting for him in the bathroom after class. it didn't take long for him to arrive. you had locked both of you in a cabin. he barely had time to open his mouth when you were already pulling down his pants to give him a blowjob.
his boxer was wet and covered with dried cum. it was so gross and god so disgusting. you couldn't believe yourself that you were about to do this.
“are yo..."
“Be quiet, Cameron. or i might kill you. ”
“ Please, you turn me on. ” he pleaded with a hard breath.
his dick was fat and hard, literally twitching under your touch as you tried to not think too much. he was already whimpering like a crybaby when you hadn't even touched him yet.
he was in heaven. you were like a goddess for him.
“ You really don't deserve me. and not even what i'm going to do to you. So you better not screw that moment because it's gonna be the first and last time a girl gonna ever touch you in your shitty life. ”
as soon as you touched it, his stomach clenched. you were so kind to do that for him. you only thought of yourself. your fingers moved speed around his shaft while his balls slapped against his muscular thighs in motion. he was hard since this morning, so it was hurting him so bad, to the point he was terribly miserable and unsteady, just waiting for your touch since he watched you this morning in the hallways.
he was shaky and breathy, drooling and moaning like a slut. and it was also ironic too because you were supposed to be the whore in general. but rafe cameron was one of the biggest bitch you ever seen.
he was a kook but he was so shitty.
“ i said be quiet. ” you ordered with a firm voice, tired of his whines. “ since you struggle to listen to me, i'm gonna put this in your mouth. better hold it tight with your teeth because if i hear another sound from you, i gonna take those high heels that you love to see me with and step on your dick with it. understand ? yea, i can give you real reasons to be noisy. "
you took off your underwear to stuff it in his mouth. you had hooked it tightly enough behind his head to keep him from dropping it.
when you wrapped your mouth around his cock, you felt him shudder as you began to suck him gently. you moved your mouth as far as possible until you felt his girth at the back of your throat. you had pushed your mouth to take all his inches, making in it fit between your lips. you were now full stuffed with his cock that was throatfucking you senseless.
you were licking and sucking, giving him the blowjob of his life. he started to foaming at the mouth over your panties, his drool dripping from his chin to the raging dick that filled you.
you were literally taking the saliva he was raining over you, giving no shit at this point. when he began to move his hips, guiding the pace while fucking your throat, and you let him do as he was driving himself between your lips. a hand was tangled in your hair, getting them messy. your tongue was so soft, the sweetest he ever felt.
his lower tummy was twitching, abs flexing deep to the feeling you gave him. a sloppy head that made him cum so fast, coating your lips with a splash of sperm, as he held the back of your neck, forcing you to gag over the fat length. you were still hot, but messy. your vision was blurred and your face was covered with his drop of white loads, and streams of saliva. mascara was dripping from your eyes, your lipstick was smudging on your cheeks and his cock, your mouth was damping with drool and small bubbles connected to his sticky soaked tip.
you sucked him again and he came five minutes later inside your throat. after that, he had stuck two fingers down your mouth. it was as if the roles had reversed for a moment because you were now his whore.
he had started to thrust in and out, free-using your cavity while you took his fingers deep in your mouth. they were big and wet, making you gurgle terribly. his digits felt even more thicker inside you. he was brushing them against your tongue, forcing you to take them and lick them until they were nice and clean.
when he was satisfied, you had collected your panties, getting ready to leave. “please, die now. it's so embarrassing for me. ” you looked down and your eyes widened. “i don't mean that to see you being even bigger, cameron. you're such a trash. ”
“ please, can i touch you ? ” he was whimpering to your ears.
“ think you deserve it ? ” you answered. “ because no, you can't. ”
he was under you, his grip so weak around your naked thigh, while he was pleading under his breath.
he was staring at you with desperate eyes that you agreed. “ but you're not gonna touch me. you're gonna watch only. you understand ? ”
he nodded, before getting on his knees. you took a seat in the cabin, and spread your legs, skirt on your knuckles. his hand was already on his cock, the tip leaking on the floor, as you opened your thighs wider to watch him losing his mind fully on the sight of your gleaming pussy.
you hate yourself for being so soaked that wetness was running down your skin. rafe was now jerking himself off, his heavy and shaky breathing escaping his lips. you had brought fingers against your pussy after having moistened them then you had started to play with your lower lips with your hand before starting to caress yourself. your legs were feverish because you had already shoved three fingers inside you.
rafe was obsessed. you managed to drive him crazy, to dehumanize him. he had lost control when you added another finger, making it seem like you could fit the whole hand. you were so naughty, but your moans were so sweet. then the way you squirmed as you fingered yourself made him sick and perverted. “ easy pretty, you can't cum before me. ”
but he couldn't take it anymore, he had soaked his hands from touching himself so much while he watched you fucked yourself with your fingers. “ c-can…i cum..please…” he was breathless, mouth running like a pup, eyes filled with tears as his hands were trembling over his throbbing dick. “ n-need…it…! ”
“ it's all you got, baby ? i'm disappointed. looks like someone doesn't really want to cum…” you teased, still playing with your insides.
he knew he was stupid but you made him even dumber. when it came to you, he had nothing in his head, no self-esteem, no dignity. your fingers worked hard in your insides. the wet sounds of your digits going back and forth in your plushy canal as he was stroking himself harder. his fingers were in rhythm with yours, matching the way they were moving in your pussy.
you were like a movie star. a fucking porn star. the one he's dreamed about in the dark of his room.
your cunt was clenching over your fingers, sliding in and out of the wetness that came from your walls. but you continued to push them deeper and deeper to bring you close. you feel your hips lifted up, your legs trembling and you find yourself on your tiptoes as you reach your digits further in your swollen cunt. rafe couldn't help himself, and moved from your place to lick at your pussy when your fingers were still inside you. he was eating you out at , tongue sticking at your drooling slit that he was lapping while golden stars were taking you away from reality. he was so needy, the way his voice was breaking into your pretty cunt. he spreaded your folds way with his tongue, lapping through the needy hole before starting to make sloppy licks. you could feel his heavy nose rubbing against your clit, stroking it gently as he was lapping and stretching your canal.
you had to admit, he was good and if you didn't have so much ego you would let him know. but instead, you let him continue, the weight of his tongue shoving inside you, forcing you to squirm as he tickled your sensitive bud with his face. he was thrusting in and out, letting you leak your juices on his chin.
he was so deep in the thing, twirling his tongue to feel all your insides, driving his mouth so deep that he could not miss the spot, hanging his jaw open to let your wetness drip down his chin.
he was about to pass out, living the dream of his life with you. the way your pulsing clit was rushing into his fat nose making him nuzzle stronger , slow back and forth to messy rubs. all your pussy was now so tough on him, stroking him harder, forcing him to gasp and wimps. you didn't make it stop because you were too selfish to care about what he felt.
his mouth was working on your slit, as your clit was still evilly running the sensitive spot of his nose, getting it all wet and red until you heard a small crack from the pressure. his nose was now bleeding but that didn't stop him from pleasuring you. he was still eating at your cunt, metallic taste added to the sweet of your hole. after a wild minute, his entire face was coated with blood and seeds as he cried harder, his hands tugging the skin of your hips.
his nose was bleeding against your bud, as a line of the red liquid was trailing over the opening of your cunt making a way to his driving tongue. he was buried inside your whole sucking you to depth with blood foaming under his teeth — so close to bleed into your folds.
when you exploded, his tongue still fucking you, he had been so quick to swallow it all.
“ it's not gonna happen twice…” you muttered, still a little dizzy. “And if you tell anyone, I’ll find you and kill you. And please, take a fucking shower, Cameron. ”
“ It's Rafe. ”
“ I know your name. I just don't care about it. ” you replied with a sigh. “ Now, i'm leaving. Stop, gooning yourself. It's so gross. ”
You began to walk away but you wanted to add something more.
“ Did you understand ? Nod your head…”
You smiled when he obeyed.
“Good boy, aren’t you Rafe ? ” you replied while gently slapping his heated cheek, before squeezing both of them between your fingers. “ You definitely are.” you said, watching his face blushing under your touch.
“ Y-y-es…”
“ So you will do anything for me…? ” You asked with a smile on your lips.
He nodded again.
Anything you wanted. Absolutely anything.
“ Fine…i'm gonna give you what you want. ”
“ What do you mean ? ”
“ That i'm gonna use you until i'm tired of you. It's my turn to have fun. But it will stay a secret between us of course. This is my number, and i better find you all submissive when i call you. ”
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི my bunny girl decided to mess me up with her late night thoughts! I had to write this. made it all pretty just for you!!! mwah mwah lovee youu!! @bunnyrafe
𐙚 : icky!rafe x reader
𐙚 warnings: this is pretty nasty so if you’re not into this kind of thing I wouldn’t read it.
𐙚 rafe being icky, corruption, innocent reader, use of the word “dad” & “daddy”, 18+ mdni
when you finally let him hit he’s over the moon. he’s so nasty. measuring his cock to your stomach. getting to see how big it is against it. it’s reaching past your belly button. & you look up at him with wide doe eyes, hiccuping, asking him “is it gonna hurt daddy?” “do you think it’ll fit?” he taps his cock against your tummy making you jump. “nah- it’s- you’re going to feel so good.” he wasn’t lying. it was going to feel good. really good. eventually. he lines his cock up with your wet cunt. the sight of it almost makes him cum right then and there. “daddy…maybe we should try this another time? I’m a little scared” he cuts you off giving you a sharp slap to your cheek. “what did I tell you about that shit? what? you-you don’t trust dad?” tears start to brim up in your eyes. the last thing you wanted was to make him upset. “no no no I trust you daddy! I promise!” he smirks when he hears you spewing out apologies. bullying his cock in your little hole. not giving you any time to adjust.
now you’re over the moon. he corrupted you. you have never felt anything like this. it felt so so so good you didn’t want him to stop. you wanted him to use you just for his pleasure. it didn’t matter what it was. the sounds that filled the room were adding on to that fuzzy feeling that you felt every time you were around him. skin slapping. ah ah ah’s leaving those pretty lips. rafe moaning, growling, about how good your little pussy makes him feel. you were so sooo sticky and wet. creaming around his cock. feeling it kiss your cervix over and over again. those doe eyes staring up at him. asking, no, begging him for more. clawing at him wanting to be in his skin. he’d pull out every now and then watched you as you whimpered, squirmed. & whined. “please please put it back in daddy!! please!!” he loved watching that cute pussy clench around nothing. watching it beg to be wrapped back around him. “shittttt bun I told you it’ll feel really good. look at you. can’t get enough, can you? going all dumb for my cock.”
he had finally gotten what he wanted. what he dreamed about after seeing your cute little ass at Tanny Hill a couple of months ago giving him sweet eyes.
he enjoys watching you do your makeup for some odd reason a perfectly good reason. he loves the way your mouth falls open slightly when you’re concentrating oh-so hard on your mascara. his pants tightening slightly when he follows the applicator that you smear and rub against your lips as your apply your favorite fruity lipgloss.
he’d wonder how those smooth, plump lips would feel around his throbbing cock. dreaming about that perfectly applied mascara running down your face along with tears after he’d fuck you dumb. all these dirty thoughts reeling through his mind. you drove him crazy, and you didn’t even know it.
do u have any recs? i loveee icky s1 rafe & the content surrounding but it's difficult to search for when most obx/rafe tags are so clogged.
off the top of my head i've got three;
this one by @bambrinaa which is sooo so good and while its not specified that it is icky s1 rafe, i definitely read it that way
this one by @ickyrafe herself, is specified as s1 rafe, also so amazing
this one by ml @dollyfiles really scratches the icky frat rafe itch omg its perfect.
unfortunately i haven't actually seen many fics specifically featuring s1!rafe, just people posting photos & talking abt how they always loved him.... im hoping for some kind of influx in them one day thooo
but side note; some of YOUR fics are actually also what i'd recommend to other people for icky rafe the way you write him is just chefs kiss actually.
Rafe’s got your face buried in the pillow, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other digs into your hip, yanking you back to meet his ruthless thrusts. The cocaine’s got him wired—eyes wild, breaths punching out in harsh pants as he watches your ass bounce with every smack of his hips against yours. Your whines are loud, even muffled by the fabric, spilling out in a messy string of whimpers and moans that he fucking lives for. Your greedy cunt clenches around him, sucking him in deep, and he groans, low and guttural, loving the way you take every inch like you were made for it.
But then he feels it—you’re starting to drift, getting all dumb and hazy in your head, your body still responding but your mind slipping somewhere he can’t reach. He slows just a fraction, smirking as he lets go of your wrists to grab your jaw, pulling your head up from the pillow. “Hey, nah—look at me,” he growls, voice rough but edged with something almost tender. Your eyes flutter, half-lidded and glassy, and he gives your cheek a soft slap—not hard, just enough to snap you back. The little jolt makes you gasp, lips parting, and he chuckles darkly. “There you go. Stay with me, princess.”
Another soft smack lands on your cheek, his fingers lingering there to brush over the flushed skin as he picks up the pace again, slamming into you with that same furious rhythm. “Can’t have you checkin’ out on me,” he mutters, watching the way your ass ripples and your back arches, sweat-slicked hair clinging to your spine. “Not when you look this fuckin’ good takin’ it.” He slaps your cheek again, lighter this time, and the way your eyes sharpen, locking onto his, sends a thrill down his spine.
Your skin’s a deep, rosy red now—from the harsh spanks he’d landed on your ass earlier, from the heat of him pounding into you—and he loves it, loves how you’re all marked up and squirming beneath him. He leans down, teeth grazing your ear as he rasps, “Gonna keep you right here, screamin’ for me. Next time, too—fuck, you’re mine.” His hips snap forward harder, chasing that edge for both of you, and all you can do is whimper his name as he keeps you grounded with those sharp, soft slaps whenever you start to slip.
bully!rafe spitting in puppy!readers mouth ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱
you’re whining again. small, pathetic noises spilling from your throat like you don’t even realize you’re doing it, little fists pawing at rafe’s chest like you’re begging for something you can’t put into words.
he tilts his head, amused. “look at you. don’t even know what you want, do you?”
you blink up at him, bottom lip trembling, shaking your head quick. “no…”
rafe smirks. his hand cups your jaw, thumb sliding down until it presses at your chin, forcing your mouth open. “then listen to me. open up, pup.”
your lips part instantly—obedience stitched into your bones. you don’t even question him, just wait there, breath shaky, eyes wide.
and then it comes. warm, wet, deliberate—his spit hitting your tongue before you can think about it.
you gasp softly, but the sound gets swallowed when instinct makes your throat work, swallowing it down like it’s nothing.
rafe chuckles, thumb smearing across your wet lip. “good girl. swallowed it right down.” his voice drops, low and mocking, “don’t even know what i’m giving you, huh?”
your cheeks heat, shame and need burning through you all at once. you shake your head again, eyes glassy. “nu-uh…”
he leans close, his breath brushing your ear. “doesn’t matter. you take what i give you. that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
