#kiarafe

[notdianasworld]

my babiess😝

[dramioneshipperz]

On a warm rainy day in Kildare with his truck in the shop, Rafe wandered into Kildare’s new apothecary on Pitt Street. He remembered Sarah mentioning something about Kie working there for the summer.

He always thought the hippie plants and oils were bullshit. One wrong cup of tea proves him very, very wrong.

⚠️TW: Sofia & JJ Lovers Beware 🫣 This is a mutual cheating fic. Sorry not sorry.

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Tags: Mutual Cheating (not on each other), Apothecary AU, Mutual Attraction, Accidental Aphrodisiac, Pollen Sex, This Never Happened, Rafe Cameron Is a Menace, Car Maintenance Leads to Bad Decisions, Herbalism & Tea Shop Vibes, Rafe is pathetic, Cuckfia (sorry not sorry), Dubious Tea Consent, JJ-Fucking-Maybank, Semi-Public Sex

Note: Both GIFs and the tag are made by me. Pictures found on Pinterest.

[prettytheyswag]

Okay. So , I’m writing a Riara fic and going through all the canon lore we’re shown in the show , coming across this , I couldn’t help but share it.

In season three Rafe and Kiara are stranded together in the Barbados.

In this specific scene , at the time of their escape from Singh and his men , she ends up throwing Rafe into the water , taking his boat and abandoning him back in the Bahamas, defenseless.

During this scene the song Cheated hearts by yeah yeah yeahs starts fading in.

With a quick re-search of the lyrics and the meaning of them we come to a broad conclusion that it’s about being deceived in love.

The choice of the song could be both an accusation and a confession. It shows how Rafe didn’t just feel mad at her, he felt betrayed by her. And to feel betrayed you’ve got to have expectations. Romantic disenchantment, is the best way to describe it.

The song could be a way to confirm that Rafe does want Kiara, so when she throws him in the water, it’s like a slap in the face. He expected security and affirmation by helping her and thought they were getting close , but her abandoning him grounds him harshly, which is why he’s so upset. He’d put his feelings for her so high that he didn’t expect her to betray him , causing the literal fall in the water to be even more severe.

"Kept my high from the second one Kept my eye on the first one now" Sofia comes in??? He tries to move on from his feelings for Kiara by going straight to a different person (Sofia) and the high of this new connection , but his feelings for the first (Kiara) still stand strong. (First love theory???).

[darwinquark]

eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love

[umathurwin]

i still keep your number and your necklace

kiara carrera x rafe cameron; nsfw 18+

summary: Rafe pays Kiara a little visit at the surf shop when she's alone. Surely he won't have any ulterior motives, right?

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“what are you doing here?”

no greeting, no niceties, nothing. rafe hadn’t exactly caught her at a great time, given the screen of texts between kie and her boyfriend was just a sea of blue now. even without that, she probably still would’ve had an attitude.

“damn, kid, i can’t come to shop? i can’t be a paying customer?” he mocked, fiddling with the displays and knocking over a pack of neon lures. he ignored the mess.

kiara didn’t give him a response, and he conceded. “fine. just wanted to stop by and say hello, is all.”

“so say it. then leave.”

rafe hissed, like he’d just touched a hot stove. “sweetheart, what’d i do to deserve this treatment?” he asked, pouting at her and walking around the counter.

his cologne reached her first and she had to shut her eyes to keep focus. as he slotted himself behind her, surely towering over her frame, her fingers wrapped around the bone-handled damascus that john b had given her for protection against wacky customers. and what better time than now?

he’s a little too perceptive for her, though. “my god, drop the knife. i’m not here to hurt you.” when the blade clattered to the ground, he smiled. “actually, i’m here for the opposite.”

oh, great. not again.

of course this wasn’t the first time he was paying one of these little sick visits. actually, she’d noticed a bit of a pattern of her dating a new man, and rafe quickly showing up to re-stake his claim on her body.

the first few times, it had been a typical bedroom-window tryst with him climbing into her sheets and folding her legs up to her ears, her biting her fist and trying to remain quiet. later it evolved into him dragging her to the backseat of his car at events and him cracking jokes about how obvious what they were doing was, and how neither of them must care. now, apparently, he’s evolved to showing up at her place of business in broad daylight.

“rafe, you know i can’t—”

“can’t? bullshit. you sure can,” he barked out a laugh before mocking her again. “can’t. that’s funny. what’s stopping you, exactly? and don’t tell me that pissant blonde you’ve been running around with. do you always pick boyfriends whose asses you know i could beat? is there some kind of thrill behind it?”

kiara squeezed her eyes shut, fingertips digging into the pressboard surface of the counter. her body betrayed her, the same way it always did when rafe got his hands on her, and she keeled back into his touch. “rafe… c’mon.”

“what?” he snapped, holding her hips tighter and grinding against her. his cock slotted against her a little too well and she had to bite back a whimper. “you afraid someone’s gonna come lookin’ for us? don’t wanna get caught with your pants down?”

“yes! i mean, no!”

“don’t even know what you want. poor girl,” he tutted. rafe took one hand and drifted it up her side, catching on the bottom hem of her shirt and lifting it a bit before it fell. no chance he didn’t feel the goosebumps on her skin as he trailed up her arm to her shoulder.

there’s a quick moment of relief when she felt him step back and his presence was replaced by a wave of humid air. too bad this was because he’d decided to kneel down, perfectly settling where his face was at eye level with her ass.

she could feel her face burning as he inspected her, gripping the soft flesh and pushing his thumb hard on the denim seam resting above her slit. her legs were starting to buckle and her head fell into her hands ashamedly.

he tugged her shorts down, catching her underwear and pulling those down too. rafe smiled when he was greeted with the familiar sight of her sticky, wet cunt. “goddamn, kie. d’this start the second i walked in here?”

“no!” she whined, but it was less a response to his question and more of a protesting squeal when he buried his face into her pussy. he dragged his tongue along her folds, adding drool to the slick mess.

kiara gasped, and her fingernails caught on the rough surface under her. her back arched and she had to fight not to reach back and grab rafe’s head to guide him.

(not that he needed much guiding, anyways. he’s had his tongue buried in this cunt so many times he’s confident he could make her cum in his sleep.)

as he lapped at her clit, she dropped the hesitant act and grinded back against his face. rafe grabbed the back of her thighs and she could feel him smiling into her pussy. nasty.

his angle could be better. she began to lift her leg to give him more room, but her dignity had her dropping her foot to the ground again.

once again, too perceptive. he grabbed her calf roughly and lifted her entire leg until her knee could rest on the counter’s edge. if she’d been modest before, she couldn’t be anymore with her dripping cunt right on display for him.

no time to feel bad about this, because he dove right back into eating her cunt. one of his fingers trailed near her ass and she let out a weak noise, so he pulled back. he must be playing nice today.

it wasn’t until she was riding out a powerful orgasm on his tongue that she realized how lucky it was their shop had no cameras. it wasn’t the safest set-up, but at least she was in the clear still.

he tugged her back to the ground, making her stand on wobbly legs. as rafe’s cock pressed against her slit, the illumination of her phone screen caught her eye. jj had responded, finally.

oh, right! what she was currently doing was bad. “fuck, please hurry, you have to leave soon—” she mewled. as he pushed inside her, rafe’s thumbs spread her open so he could sheath himself even easier.

“jesus, quit whining, will ya? i just made you cum, now it’s my turn. shut up or i’ll fuck you right on this floor.”

he’d do it, too. he’d bully her to the ground until her palms and knees were slipping on the disgusting surface below them. he’d belittle her for how she was still enjoying the degradation. he might even grab the back of her hair and push her all the way down until her cheek grazes the floor, too. he’d do all this and so much more, so she shut up.

then he was fully nested inside her. like always, the clock slowed and blood rushed in her ears. relaxing enough to let him in was one thing, bracing herself for what came next was another.

“mm, fuck, you feel that? well… you’re pulsing around me, so i guess you do. isn’t that divine? yknow i’d stay in here all day if i could.” rafe withdrew about halfway, then slowly pushed back in to the hilt. “if you’d let me. i know you miss this. feeling so full,” he thrusted a bit, just to fit the last of himself inside her, and she cried out. “feels the same as the last time. which says a lot.” when a slutty moan spilled out of her, he knew he’d won. he pulled out again, but this was the end of his mercy.

the trinkets on the counter were rattling as he fucked her, and he wouldn’t allow her head to fall with a firm grip on her curls.

“how about i make a little deal with you?” he asked, forcing his cock in so far he nudged against her cervix.

kiara cried out and sucked in a gasp. “w-what?”

“if you don’t cum while i finish up here, i’ll never bother you again.”

too much logic, too little brains left in her skull. “you… you’ll wh—?”

“dumb girl,” he muttered and thrusted again. “i know you’re too drunk on my own cock to think, but try to follow along.” rafe slowed to a pace which tortured her, dragging along her walls enough to spark pleasure but not enough to build. “don’t cum, and i’ll leave you alone. got it?”

she nodded desperately, as best she could with him still holding her hair.

around this time, he’d get mouthy. rafe never could keep his thoughts to himself and the problem was tenfold when he was buried inside kiara. if it had come from anyone else’s mouth, his words would be pathetic, begging. but from him? he taunts.

when are you just gonna admit you need this, huh? i come back every time and you’re just as fuckin’ eager. it’s like you know i own you, but you can’t accept it. you know how good you’d look with me again? yknow how well i’d take care of you? be the prettiest fuckin’ girl on figure eight. it’s all yours, but you keep being a brat. good thing i’m always around to keep you in line, huh?

not this time. now, he was dead quiet, and the sick noises coming from where they met spoke for him. forced to accept the loud reality of what they were doing in the very place kiara would have to come back to every day.

without thinking, one of her hands tried to reach down to play with her clit, but he caught her wrist and twisted it around to pin behind her back. she was still stimulated, as every thrust of his cock sent his balls hitting against her clit. “good try,” was all he muttered.

tears welled up in her eyes when she realized she was going to cum anyways. he’d even tried to make it a fair fight by not touching her or saying anything. she was just a doll for him, one that bent over and spread her legs and moaned and begged for more. he didn’t even have to try, and she still tensed up and trembled as a second orgasm washed through her.

her legs nearly gave out entirely as she came, shaking and twitching under her. rafe’s possessive hold on her prevented her from collapsing to the filthy ground, and he smirked. “fuckin’ A. that’s a feeling i’ll never get tired of.”

she would die before ever admitting this, but she felt much of the same.

after he came, rafe lifted kiara so her feet were no longer on the ground, and her torso was entirely on the counter. he was careful in pulling out his cock, making sure none of his seed dripped out of her aching cunt. he quickly pulled her underwear and shorts back up, sealing in the mess they’d just made together.

“guess i’ll see you tonight, huh?”

[dahliaparton]

pretty little baby (i’m so in love with you): rafe x kie

aka the baby trap fic

tags: alternate universe, dubious consent, somnophilia, hella breeding kink, possessive behavior, manipulation, implied nonconsensual barebacking

Kiara’s always been diligent about her birth control.

Ever since her own mother began showing her just how conditional maternal affection can be, she’s told herself she could never do the same. Could never become a parent when her own have taught her that the job isn’t for the weak – and sometimes, it’s not even for the strong.

And if people who have all the resources in the world – money, time, a functional marriage, and most importantly, the inclination to raise a human being – can fail so miserably, she certainly can’t allow herself to ever become pregnant with a child who isn’t wanted.

So she’s meticulous about it.

Sets an alarm on her phone with the Jaws theme song as the tone that goes off every morning at 8 on the dot. Picks up her new pack of pills at Kildare General Pharmacy days before her current supply runs out. Each time she deigns to have penetrative sex with a man – she tends to prefer hooking up with girls, not necessarily because of the absence of sperm but not not because of it – she’s insistent on a condom, always keeping a plastic barrier between her vulnerabilities and their demands.

When she stumbles upon Sarah one day in the bathroom, flushed and dazed from the two pink lines that have appeared on a plastic stick, she tells her best friend that she’ll be a great mom and hugs her – and it’s the truth. Sarah will be a great mom. Sarah’s warm, sweet, and bubbly. Gives great hugs. Bakes brownies. Notoriously loves little kids.

She means it when she tells her it takes a village, and they’ll all be there for them. As Sarah’s pregnancy progresses, she finds herself eyeing the sweet cotton onesie sets, denim overalls, the ridiculously precious and wildly unnecessary shoes – babies can’t even walk, why would they need shoes? – that begin to pile up in the corners of Sarah and John B’s home. She runs her hands over the lettuce-edge hems and embroidery and tells herself this is good – she gets to experience what it’s like to hold a pudgy little hand, to kiss plump rosy cheeks, but doesn’t have to face the hardship of knowing she’s failed to love her child the way they needed.

Because she knows the truth of it – she’s simply not equipped. She doesn’t have what it takes to be a great mom. Not like Sarah. So she promises herself she’ll never become one.

One unforeseen development of Sarah’s pregnancy is that all of the sudden, Rafe Cameron is back in Kiara’s life.

It starts small. His name mentioned in passing one day when she’s over at Sarah and John B’s place –

“Rafe said he’d stop by to help you with the crib if you needed it,” Sarah tells John B out on the porch while Kiara stands at their kitchen counter, stirring lemonade in a plastic pitcher.

“Rafe’s coming over?” Kiara asks when Sarah walks back into the kitchen. It’s unfair to call it waddling – but only just. Sarah’s five months pregnant and measuring large, the doctors tell her. John B brags about how healthy the baby must be every chance he gets, and Sarah tries to act annoyed while rubbing her burgeoning belly happily when he does.

“Oh – yeah,” Sarah says, pursing her lips in a wistful kind of expression. “I, um… I told him about the baby a little bit ago. He’s been coming over sometimes, helping with stuff around the house. Bringing dinner over – usually from The Wreck, actually. His office is nearby. It’s been really nice.”

It’s no secret that Rafe and Sarah have had a fraught relationship. It’s also been no secret that Sarah has wanted Rafe back in her life since their father passed. Kiara’s happy for Sarah – she’s building her own little family and getting back her old one all at once.

It makes Kie’s heart ache a little though, the thought of how her own family acts like her presence in their home is a burden. Her life feels so entangled with her parents, and she doesn’t know how to even begin to separate the strands. She’d prefer it if she didn’t work at The Wreck – prefer it if she didn’t have to take orders from her parents both at home and at her job, but she feels… stuck.

After that conversation, Kie runs into Rafe more and more. She’s at their place again one night after her shift at The Wreck, making cheese enchiladas with Sarah when Rafe comes by, coming through the enclosed porch and right into Sarah’s tiny, outdated yellow kitchen. He looks so out of place – tall and polished in his Loro Piana trousers, rolled sleeves hinting at muscles that must come from hours spent at the gym. Flinty blue eyes staring at Kiara as he stops short at the sight of her.

Two days later, he comes to The Wreck for lunch alone. He sits at the counter, and they end up talking for most of his meal – it’s never too busy at the restaurant before the dinner rush, which she tells him when he asks.

“I get take-out a lot from here,” he says. “But I usually have my assistant grab it for me before I head home, or over to Sarah’s.” Rafe’s eyes study her face as he talks. She gets the sense that, when he wants to, Rafe is a man who truly pays attention – and for some reason, the thought makes her face flush.

“Maybe you should come in more. Save your assistant the trip,” she says on a whim.

Stupid, stupid, that was so stu–

Rafe smiles at her like she’s a small child who just answered a question correctly.

“Yeah. Maybe I should.”

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[maybankiara]

blurb masterlist | maybankiara

ships

jj maybank x kiara carrera

“it’s two sugars, right?” / “i brought you an umbrella.”

“happy birthday.” / “you’re warm.”

“take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” / “call me when you get home.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to.”

“take a deep breath.”

step up!au

“oh god, he’s serious.” / “i think i just fell in love.”

secret relationship!au + ““what do you mean, the door is locked?” + “i had a nightmare about you and i wanted to make sure you were okay” / “i want to see you.”

protective jiara/hurt kie

“let’s run away and get married.” / “forever?”

“are you hurt?” / “you’re bleeding all over my furniture.”

jj maybank x pope heyward

“i’m sorry for your loss.”

“you didn’t even have to ask.”

“i want you to be happy.”

rafe cameron x kiara carrera

“be careful.”

pope heyward x kiara carrera

“i can see you, you know?”

imagines

jj maybank

“i made this for you.”

“pull over. let me drive for a while.”

“i saved a piece for you.”

“i dreamt about you last night.”

“i’ll drive you to the hospital.” / “no reason.”

“can i kiss you?” / “i think you’re beautiful.”

“can i have this dance?” / “one more chapter.”

jj x kiara’s sister!reader

“that doesn’t look right…” / “please don’t leave again.”

“shit, that’s hot.”

“i want to see you.” / “can i kiss you?”

john b routledge

“i’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“stay here. i’m coming to get you.” / “it doesn’t bother me.”

kiara carrera

“i think you’re beautiful.”

“watch your step.”

pope heyward

“come here. let me fix it.”

“it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“i noticed.”

“were you jealous?” “no...maybe” + jealous kiss

“don’t go on that date.” “why?” “because it will kill me if you do.”

“stay with me...please?” / “as long as i’m alive, i will do anything to protect you.”

“why don’t we just stay here a bit longer? in our little cocoon?”

“i was stupid enough to fall for my best friend.”

rafe cameron

“go back to sleep.”

“no, no, it’s my treat.”

“it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.” / “well, what do you want to do?”

“take my jacket, it’s could outside.” / “can i hold your hand?”

“there is enough room for both of us.” / “the key is under the mat.”

“i think you’re beautiful.”

“stay over.” / “you didn’t have to ask.”

pregnancy!au + “you’re perfect.” + first ultrasound and “you owe me ten bucks” / “that doesn’t look right…”

“i had a nightmare about you and i wanted to make sure you were okay.” / “you’re so whipped.”

“i think i just fell in love.” / i think i fell in love today (kelsea ballerini)

sarah cameron

“you’re warm.”

topper thornton

“i’ll wait.” / “just because.”

“i noticed.” / “i love you.”

[notdianasworld]

Oh how I love them