#soft!rafe cameron

[bittersweetlyblue]

dating soft!rafe cameron (fics)

soft!ex!rafe who still loves you

older brother bsf!rafe x sweetheart!reader

soft!reader x softer!rafe

soft!reader with gentle rafe

soft!reader x softer!military!rafe

soft!ex!rafe headcannons

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[bittersweetlyblue]

soft!reader x softer!rafe

AN: can you tell these two are my favourite au ?? anyways this is a little repeated from my other post but hope you enjoy !!

soft!reader who never quite understands why everyone is so intimidated by rafe. they'll lower their voices when he walks into a room. they'll whisper, "that's rafe cameron. and you'll just smile, wave enthusiastically and ask him if he remembered to eat lunch. meanwhile rafe — who has made grown men nervous with one look — just quietly answers, "yeah." somehow you are the only person who can reduce him to a shy nod.

softer!rafe who always notices the tiny things about you before anyone else. when you're cold, he already has his hoodie halfway off before you even mention it. when you're overwhelmed at parties, he's suddenly beside you asking if you want to "get some air." when you haven't spoken much all day, he'll quietly reach over and hook his pinky around yours beneath the table. no words.

soft!reader who has a habit of collecting little things. pretty shells. pressed flowers. oddly shaped rocks. receipts from your favorite dates because "they're memories."

rafe absolutely pretends to think it's ridiculous. "baby... that's literally just a rock."

"it's heart-shaped."

"oh." then six months later you find him standing on the beach staring very seriously at the ground. "what're you doing?"

"lookin' for another heart-shaped one."

softer!rafe who melts every single time you play with his hands. you don't even realize you do it. if you're sitting together, you'll absentmindedly trace the lines across his palms, compare your fingers to his. fiddle with his rings. count the tiny scars over his knuckles.

meanwhile rafe is trying very hard to pay attention to whatever topper is saying. impossible. you're holding his hand like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

softer!rafe who becomes embarrassingly affectionate in private. not in public. he'll hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist, maybe kiss your forehead. that's it but the second you're home... he's following you around like a lost puppy. leaning against your shoulder while you cook. hugging you from behind while you're brushing your teeth. resting his head in your lap because "don't move."

soft!reader who instinctively fixes his hair whenever it falls into his eyes. you'll stop mid-conversation, gently brush it back. smile. "there."

and rafe completely forgets what he was saying. every. single. time.

softer!rafe who secretly loves grocery shopping with you. not because of the shopping because of you. you read every ingredient label. get excited over seasonal desserts. insist on buying flowers "just because." ask him whether smiling potatoes look happier than normal potatoes and somehow he ends up spending an extra hour in the store every time. not because you're slow but because he likes listening to you.

soft!reader who gets excited over the tiniest achievements. "look!" holding up cookies that didn't burn. "i kept my plant alive for three months!" "i folded all the laundry!"

rafe celebrates every single one like you've just won an olympic medal. "atta girl." forehead kiss. "knew you could." he never wants you to feel silly for being proud of yourself.

softer!rafe who always reaches for you in his sleep even if you fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. somehow by morning... you're tucked beneath his chin, one arm around your waist, legs tangled together. he has absolutely no memory of moving but if you try slipping out of bed first? still asleep he'll mumble, "five more minutes." and tighten his hold.

softer!rafe who never laughs when you cry over "small" things. a bad day at work. dropping your ice cream. accidentally killing your favorite plant. a stray dog you couldn't take home. he'll never tell you you're overreacting. he just opens his arms. "c'mere."

lets you cry into his hoodie, strokes your hair. if he can fix the problem, he quietly does. if he can't... he just stays. sometimes that's enough.

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[girlnymph]

fwb!rafe & avoidant!reader. you always make it habit to sneak off every morning before he wakes up, but this time he finally catches you. inspired by dean & allie ♡

RAFE CAMERON loves cuddling after sex. it always becomes a problem the next morning when you wake up with your limbs tangled together and find yourself trying to sneak out of his bed.

sunlight pours through the gaps in his curtains, bright enough to sting behind your eyelids. ever since the two of you established whatever this arrangement is, your body clock has learned the right time to wake up. it doesn't even matter how late you fall asleep or how sore you feel the following morning.

the first thing you notice is the arm wrapped around your waist. then his leg draped heavily over yours.

his body is warm against your back. you can feel his breath brushing the crown of your head. the two of you have spent enough nights together that none of it should feel unusual anymore. and yet, it still does.

you remain where you are for several minutes, staring at the wall and considering your options until the silence begins to stretch.

carefully, you draw your knees toward your chest and slide your leg free from beneath his.

the first obstacle is dealt with, but his arm is more difficult.

you place your hand over his wrist and wait to see if the mere touch of your skin is enough to wake him up, but nothing happens. rafe has always been a heavy sleeper. it's one of the few things that makes sneaking out easier than it should be.

slowly, you curl your fingers around his wrist and begin lifting his arm away from your waist.

just when it's completely off of you, his arm wraps around you again. he pulls you firmly against his chest and buries his hand under your weight, securing you firmly in place.

his leg also returns to its previous position, caging yours underneath him. any progress you made disappears immediately.

you close your eyes.

behind you, rafe takes a long breath and presses his face deeper into your hair, "running away again?"

your entire body goes rigid.

"i was just... going to get some water."

"liar."

heat rushes into your face.

you hear the smile in his voice.

a moment later, the mattress dips beneath his weight as he rolls you onto your back. when you finally open your eyes again, he's hovering over you, one arm planted beside your head and the other still looped around your waist.

his hair is a mess, and there's a slight crease pressed into his cheek from the pillow. it's the most harmless he ever looks.

"why don't you ever spend the morning with me?"

you blink, "but i do."

"no, you don't."

"well, i'm here, aren't i?"

"smart ass," he scoffs, "you spent the night here, that's different." his hand brushes against your bare waist absentmindedly.

you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze as much as your current position will allow. "it's really not." you reply softly.

"actually, it is." the mattress creak as he settles more of his weight onto one elbow, "every time you wake up, you act like you're—i don't know—escaping a crime scene."

despite yourself, a laugh slips out.

rafe immediately points at you. "see? right there."

you pause, "the hell are you talking about now?"

"please, you always laugh when you know i'm right." you roll your eyes while his grin widens. it's impossible not to notice how awfully pleased he looks with himself.

"rafe, c'mon, you're being ridiculous."

"and you're avoiding the question."

you sigh, "rafe." you notice his grin has faded away and suddenly, you find the ceiling very interesting, "we already spend enough time together."

"that's not an answer."

"well, it's the only one you're getting."

he reaches over and takes your hand. the gesture is so casual that it almost catches you by surprise.

his fingers slide between yours as though they belong there. you slowly try to pull your hand away, but he only tightens his grip.

"see?" he says again.

"what exactly am i supposed to be seeing?"

"you do this every time," he almost sounds exhausted, "every time we do something other than fuck, you're always acting like you wanna leave or some shit."

you don't even know what to say to that, so you simply stare at him. his thumb brushes once across your knuckles. the room is quiet except for the distant sound of waves outside.

"i'm still here though."

"yeah... for now anyway." he shifts back onto the bed and lies on top of you until his face is buried in your neck, "jus' stay a little longer."

your chest tightens, "you're very needy for someone who just went five rounds last night."

rafe laughs, "shut up."

he digs his face deeper into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent. he likes that you smell like him. he likes it even better knowing his pillows and sheets will continue to carry your scent long after you leave.

"just thirty more minutes."

you narrow your eyes, "you're seriously negotiating with me this early in the morning?"

"you didn't say no, so is that a yes?" rafe's smile only grows.

somehow, despite spending the last ten minutes trying to leave, you remain exactly where you are.

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[forevermoreharrington]

˖ ࣪⭑ dating rafe cameron (summer version) ˖ ࣪⭑

spending all your time at the country club, coconut water & watermelon sour patches, sitting in the back of golf carts, telling him how much better you like his his hair when it's messy and run-through, tennis bracelets & dainty anklets, your feet in his lap, sneaking out to meet him before sunset, keeping fresh lilacs & lavender in your bedroom, his hand on your upper thigh, drinking sparkling water out of crystal glasses to feel more sophisticated but still using bright blue straws like little kids

borrowing his white fluffy towels when you stay over and desperately wanting the scent of his laundry powder to stay on your skin forever, writing your name on his back, midnight talks by the ocean, moonstones & romance novels on his bedside table, daydreaming about the future, lazy kisses against your neck, about leaving town and starting over, painting your nails on his bedroom floor, the scent of aftersun and salt water in the air,

tracing the tan lines on his hipbone, slipping his ring through the chain of your necklace and never leaving the house without it around your neck, being pulled in by the loops in your denim shorts, the scent of sea water & sunscreen, sharing secrets under bedsheets, endless days spent by the pool just wasting time, sticky pink lip-gloss stains on his cheek, stealing his hoodie when the sun goes down and never wanting to give it back, wandering around the grocery store at midnight

[rcamerons]

introducing deer!reader !

✶ pairing ; soft!rafe

sensitive to sound. soft spoken. sickeningly sweet. teddy bears. deers. old country ballads. arts & crafts. overalls. trailer park lifestyle. books. occasional drinker. floral bedsheets. doe-like eyes. vanilla candles. being bathed in sunlight.

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leave requests in my asks box !

[rcsfavoritegirl]

bf!rafe reassuring you that he won’t leave

Rafe Cameron was everything you could ever want in a man. He listened to your rants when you had a bad day and offered solutions to make it better, he remembered the perfume you once mentioned in passing so he could surprise you with it, he understood your outbursts when you got overstimulated to the point where you started having a panic attack and he was always there to calm you down, he made you breakfast the morning after you drank too much at a party, he surprised you with dinner dates throughout the week and had a fresh bouquet of Marigold flowers just because. He practically worshipped the ground that you walked on.

However, you have trust issues. Yes, you two were already dating, but it’s still early and you second guessed everything. Yes, you loved that he took care of you in ways you didn’t have to ask for or point out, but there way always this nagging voice in the back of your head telling you how he’s just using you. He doesn’t love you the way he says he does, you know that. He’s lying. He’ll leave you just like everyone else in your life did. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks things off for a better girl. A girl who’s not as messed up as you. A girl who can actually articulate her feelings instead of pushing everyone away. You’re not good enough for him.

You wish you could communicate the way your brain fought with you to Rafe. You wish you could speak to him without that burning feeling crawling up your throat while you blink away tears before they have the opportunity to spill and shut the conversation down with a frustrated, “Nevermind.”

Right now, you were wishing you didn’t drink as much as you did a few minutes ago. Your brain feels like it’s bouncing off your skull as you push through the overwhelmingly hot, moving bodies dancing under the flashing, bright lights in some Kook’s house party. You need to get outside. You can’t stay in here.

You came with Sarah but she disappeared after you went to the bathroom. It’s too loud in here for you to call Rafe and you can feel the panic in your chest rising. It hurts when you swallow; the air can’t exhale through your nose quick enough so you change to breathing through your mouth. It doesn’t help.

Pushing at the front door, you finally feel the cool airflow through your lungs as you force yourself to take deep breaths. It takes you half an hour to calm down, however, your head still feels heavy. You sit on the steps and cover your eyes with your palms, a resigned sigh falling from your lips.

“Pretty?” The sound of Rafe’s voice makes your head snap up. “I thought you’d be inside—what’s wrong?” He helps you up to stand and gently wipes at the loose tears you didn’t realized had fallen. “You wanna go home?”

You nod silently.

…

You swear you feel drunker by the time you sit at your dining room table while Rafe reheats your leftovers the way he knows you prefer—in a pan rather than the microwave.

Something in your heart swells as you watch him move around your kitchen with practiced ease. Tell him. Your eyes dart down to your folded hands on the table and you fidget, picking at the skin around your thumb. A nervous habit you’ve been trying to break, but alas, here you are. Tell him. You want to. Tears are already forming in your eyes. Tell him. You need to say it; you can’t keep bottling up your hurt because of fear. Tell him—

“I’m scared you’re gonna leave me eventually,” You confess softly.

Rafe freezes, then turns around, but you can’t bring yourself to look up at him. You keep going; you need to get all of this out before you start second guessing yourself.

“I keep…I keep telling myself that you’re not gonna stay the way you say you are, that you’re gonna leave once you realize how messed up I am and that sounds so selfish because all you do is shower me with love…” You clear your throat despite it tightening. “I feel like I’m holding you back from more important things in life and burdening you with my presence, like-“

“Like your mom told you,” he murmurs. It’s hard to hear how unloved you feel when he’s been trying to do the exact opposite of that. He knows you bottle up your negative emotions, but when he asked you about it in the past, you brushed it off and changed the subject. Now, you felt safe enough to let your vulnerabilities shine through. It’s a start.

Rafe walks over to you and kneels. He doesn’t make you look at him—he knows you need to make that decision on your own—but he does take your hands into his and kiss your knuckles. He keeps his head in your lap as he speaks, “I know you’re scared that I’m like everyone else in your life who walked out on you, and unfortunately, I can’t make you see that I’m not them. I can’t take the pain you’ve bottled up and give it to myself to stop you from hurting because God knows you don’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve what happened to you; you deserve the love a mother should always give her child and I’m so sorry that she failed you.” Your tears fall into his hair. “I’m sorry I can’t protect you from that voice in your head that keeps telling you theres no way out or there’s no one who loves you because I love you. I know no amount of words or actions can heal the scars that your mother left on your heart, but I do know that I will always, always, love you and I will always be by your side no matter what, okay?” He lifts his head finally and gently wipes at your tear-streaked face. “I promise I’m not leaving you.”

You spent the rest of that night sobbing into his shirt until you exhausted yourself and fell asleep, but you felt the warmth of Rafe’s arms even in your subconscious, the steady beat of his heart under his shirt calming you the way it always did. Maybe it was okay to trust him…

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[dandydrunky]

Still,

Content Warning: fluff

Author's note: Sounds like Season 1

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You were halfway through mumbling something about how hot it was in the club before your head dropped against Rafe’s shoulder, the weight of the night finally catching up to you. He huffed out a laugh, low and rough, catching your waist before you could slide right off him.

“Yeah, alright, lightweight,” he muttered, pushing the front door open with his foot. You were still half-asleep when he carried you in, your shoes dangling loosely from one hand, your head tucked under his chin. The house was quiet, just the soft thud of his boots on the stairs and your soft, even breathing against his neck.

He laid you down carefully, fingers brushing the hem of your top as you shifted. You mumbled something incoherent when he tried to help you sit up, but he only smiled, shaking his head. “Relax, princess,” he said softly, unzipping the side of your dress with a careful tug. His movements were slow, deliberate, he didn’t rush or linger, just helped you out of the tight fabric like it was second nature. He found one of his old tees in the drawer and slipped it over your head, his knuckles brushing your collarbone. You were out cold before he even got the sleeves down.

“Figures,” he said under his breath, tugging the hem into place.

He crouched at the edge of the bed next, easing your shoes off and setting them neatly by the door. The straps had left faint indents on your skin, and for a second he caught himself tracing them with his thumb before pulling back, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You’re somethin’ else,” he murmured, almost like a confession he didn’t mean to say aloud.

Then he grabbed a makeup wipe from the bathroom, one of those he always pretended didn’t exist, and came back, crouching at the edge of the bed again. He brushed your hair from your face, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth as he wiped away the streaks of mascara and gloss. You twitched once, nose scrunching, and he paused, like he thought you’d wake, but you didn’t. By the time he was done, your face looked soft again. Peaceful.

He tucked the blanket up to your shoulders and stood there for a long moment, arms crossed, head tilted slightly. Then, with a quiet exhale, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hairline.

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By morning, the sunlight was creeping through the blinds, and you were sprawled across the bed in his shirt, makeup-free and comfortably warm. You blinked up at him where he stood by the counter, sipping coffee.

“You tucked me in,” you said, a sleepy grin tugging at your lips.

Rafe didn’t even glance up. “Didn’t do shit.”

“You wiped my makeup off too,” you added, teasing.

He looked at you then, blue eyes sharp over the rim of the mug. “Just didn’t want you to fuck up my sheets with that bullshit,” he said casually, turning away.

You pouted, leaning on your elbow. “Why’s it bullshit?”

He hesitated for half a beat, then looked back, that cocky smirk fading into something softer. “’Cause you don’t need it,” he said, voice low before the smirk returned, disappearing again behind a sip of coffee.

[luvsyouaria]

Late nights. Pt.2 Frat!Rafe x gf!reader

Pls look up “Frat” on Spotify nd play the first playlist 🙏 istg it’s soo good at like immersing yourself in the story. Only for the first part tho!

As you two make it out the door to the party, Rafe intertwines his fingers with yours. "Im sorry, thats so fucking gross. He is so weird for that. And Im sorry for getting so mad." Rafe mumbles, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You chuckle, looking down at your legs. "Its okay, its really hot when you get possessive.." You say, bringing your hand up to wipe the corner of your mouth in attempt to muffle what you said.

"Yeah?" He voiced, husky and low. He glances down at you, taking in your figure. "yea.." You giggle lowly, kicking a pebble at your feet.

You can feel the smirk grow on his face as you guys continue down the street towards Rafe's car. You are kinda glad he parks so far away from things at times, especially when it means you wont be around anyone else.

The further you guys walk, the darker the night gets, the quieter your surrounding become. You glance up at Rafe, he looks so..fucking..good in this light. Your legs begin to grow a bit weak as you think back to how he looked when he was confronting Kemper.

Once you guys reach the car, he opens the door for you, the cold leather seats earning a chill from you. He walks around the car and gets in, he puts the key into the ignition and is about to start it when you reach over to stop his hand from turning.

"Rafe..." You whisper, unlocking your puppy eyes and turning towards him. He immediately knew what you wanted, but instead of acting on it..

"What?" He spoke, lazily turning his head towards you, the bulge growing in his pants. You sigh, removing your hand and turning back to face forward. "Never mind..Sorry." You mumble, annoyed he didn't get the hint. "No.. Baby, don't do that. Tell me what you want." Rafe leans towards you, his cold hand grabbing the side of your face to turn you towards him, his other on your thigh.

"You, Rafe.." You spoke, rolling your eyes. "Well, thats all you had to say." Without a chance to take a breath, his lips crash into yours, his hand moving into your hair, pushing you closer to him.

Surprised, you place your hand at the hem of his pants, your hand slowly going up his shirt. He follows your lead and removes his shirt. You feel as he reaches over you and slowly leans your seat back before returning to the hem of your shirt. He sinks his hand beneath your shirt, slowly sliding up to your bra.

The kiss begins to turn sloppy, his needy hands roaming your body.

"Take it off." He demanded, looking down at your shirt. You obey and take it off, exposing your breasts. "These too," He added, tugging at your shorts. Again, you obey and slip off your jean shorts, leaving you in just your underwear.

"You listen so well." The smirk lingering in his words, wrapping around your head and melting all other thoughts. He leans back in to kiss you, this time more demanding. Rafe's hand slips down to your inner thigh, almost as if its asking for permission. You nod, his hand slips further, reaching your warmth.

He runs his fingers over the wetness of your panties, allowing you to let out soft, muffled moans into his lips. He chuckles, slipping his fingers under the thin fabric, further exploring your wetness. subconsciously, your hand reaches down to lightly grasp at his wrist. "Like this?" He whispered, slipping a finger into you. "mhm.." You muffle, soft moans escaping your lips.

He slips another finger in, picking up his pace. You can feel the burn of the smirk on his face as he leans in to kiss your neck. "Fuck, Rafe.."

He chuckles into your neck, removing his hands from your heat. You knew what he wanted without him even saying anything. You move your hands to begin undoing his belt. "Good girl.." He voices, watching you read his mind.

As you pull his pants down, his length coming to hit his stomach, you cant help but giggle. No matter how many times you and Rafe have fucked, his size never fails to surprise you every. single. time.

He climbs over you, his legs in between yours. Out of habit, you find your arms wrapping around his back as he alines his tip with your entrance. "You sure?" He questions, watching your eyes for an answer. You nod. "No baby, use your voice." He adds, in that deep, husky voice.

"Yes..Y-yes im sure, please.." You whimper, not allowing yourself to look into his eyes, only focusing on his size.

"good girl, thank you.." He says, leaning down to give you one last kiss before shoving his full length inside of you. A gasp escapes your lips. "Fuck.. you're so tight"

His thrusts are slow, passionate. Rafe moves his hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing just a little. "Fuck rafe.. faster please" You whimper, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

He doesnt respond. You buck your hips in attempt for more, only to be greated with. his other hand pushing your hips back down. "be patient, y/n.." He breathes.

You watch as his eyes explore your body, your soft tits bouncing, the way your small frame fits perfectly under his, your small hand grasping at his wrist. It made him crazy, he wanted more.

His thrusts grow fast, harder. You let our moans, slightly muffled by his constriction on your throat. "Yes.. like that" You whimper, your eyes becoming glossy.

"This?" He says, his breath grazing your ear. His weight pummeling into yours, your eyes crossing.

You dig your nails into his back, you know he loves it and knew it would make him go faster. "Rafe.. Please im gonna cum.." you say, attempting to get him to slow down so you dont cum so soon but he doesnt.. he goes faster.

"Cum on my cock, baby, come on." he spoke breathlessly, his thrusts growing weaker. "im there too.."

"Fuck.." you breath, your back arching, mouth agape. You feel his seed seep into you, filling your insides with wamrth. God you love when he cums in you.

You mindlessly buck your hips slowly, trying to ride out your high.

"you're so pretty.." Rafe adds, leaning down to kiss your neck once more...

BRUH THIS SUCKSSSSS IM SORRY LOL IT WAS SO RUSHED.