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(updated 11/09/2025)
18+ content
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rafe cameron
jj maybank
misc.
others
drew starkey
hope you enjoy little freaks hehe <𝟑
(updated 11/09/2025)
18+ content
rafe cameron
jj maybank
misc.
drew starkey
hope you enjoy little freaks hehe <𝟑
rafe cameron x shy!reader
𝜗𝜚 summary : rafe has been trying to get you alone for far too long and now that he finally has, he won't give the moment up for anything.
𝜗𝜚 words : 2.3k
𝜗𝜚 c!w : smut, humping, thigh riding, public!sex, finger sucking, risk of being caught, praise kink, kinda degradation kink.
days had passed since the incident with rafe cameron and the boy who's name you didn't wish to remember.
this time, you hadn't gone out of your way to avoid the boy but instead went back to normal, almost as if nothing had happened between you two at all. you sat on the couch of tannyhill, giggling at something on sarah's phone with your legs crossed.
now, that simply wouldn't do.
rafe had been eager for a minute alone with you which seemed almost impossible when his sister was hanging off your side every minute you spent at tannyhill.
second place, r.c
pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader content: angst, jealousy, relationship insecurity, emotional distance, miscommunication, best friend betrayal, hurt/comfort warnings: crying, emotional breakdown, body insecurity, restrictive eating behaviors word count: 4.3k
It started so subtly that, for a while, you thought you were imagining it.
That was what made the whole thing feel so humiliating later. There was never one clear moment where Mia crossed some undeniable line and Rafe encouraged it. No kiss. No secret messages. No confession. Nothing that gave you the clean certainty of betrayal. Instead, it was a collection of small things that kept piling up until you could no longer tell where reasonable discomfort ended and jealousy began.
𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
── .✦ content y/n used, spoiled!reader, fem!reader, kook!reader, nicknames like “baby” “darling” “rafey”
── .✦ summary rafe loves to spoil his woman, if she wanted something, of course he’d buy it for her
── .✦ wc 868
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it was a warm, sunny day in figure eight. the kooks were enjoying a nice day on the water in topper’s yacht. y/n was tanning with ruthie, her eyes closed as she soaked up the sun’s warmth that shone down on the small deck. suddenly, it felt as if the sun’s warmth had gone behind a cloud. y/n opened her eyes and saw her boyfriend, rafe, looking down at her.
“enjoying the sun, babe?” he asked.
“i was until you blocked it,” y/n responded jokingly.
rafe huffed a small laugh and took a step back, allowed the sun to shine on y/n again.
“what’s up, rafey?” she asked as she closed her eyes again. rafe pulled a chair up beside the tanning chair.
“nothin’, just bored…” he murmured.
y/n hummed. go hang out with the other boys then,” she said simply.
“nah, they’re pissing me off,” rafe said.
y/n peeked up at him. “what do you want to do then?” she asked as she opened her eyes fully. rafe looked down at her and studied her bikini.
“we could take you shopping,” he suggested and looked back up at her face. y/n smiled.
“aw, really? i guess there was a cute dress i saw the other day…”
rafe smirked a little. “then finish up and we’ll go. anything to make you happy, baby.” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before straightening and standing up. “don’t take too long, i want to make sure you have plenty of time to get what you want,” he said before walking away.
the boutique was quiet as y/n and rafe walked in, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. y/n walked around a little, looking at the beachwear and clothing. rafe watched her, looking for a reaction that might be able to tell him exactly what to get for her.
“see anything you like, baby?” he asked.
“hm…” y/n touched a cute shirt on the rack, “this top is nice.”
a smile tugged at the corners of rafe’s lips. “perfect. we’ll get it then.” he took the shirt off the rack and hooked it on his arm. “anything else?”
“yeah. this sundress,” y/n said and showed him a pretty, light sundress. “do you think it would look good on me?” she asked.
rafe looked at the dress then her. “you would look gorgeous wearing that, darling,” he said as he admired her.
“thanks, rafey,” y/n said sweetly. “can we get it?”
“i can get it. you just wear it and look pretty,” rafe corrected and hooked the dress on his arm with the shirt. “let’s take a look at the jewellery; we can find a nice necklace to go with the dress, maybe?”
y/n smiled and nodded. “yes! i have an idea of the perfect one,” she said and walked to the jewellery section.
rafe followed her, perfectly content. y/n bit her lip as she looked over the choice of necklaces. “i like this one,” she said and showed rafe a nice necklace with a small, real diamond dangling from the chain.
“it’s perfect for you, baby. if you want it, i’ll buy it,” rafe said, watching her with an adoring gaze.
“but it’s $1000,” y/n pointed out as she looked at the price. “i know that’s not a lot, but still, for one necklace-“
“stop. if you want something, you’ll have it. i don’t care about prices, i care about making sure you have everything you want. don’t bring up the price of something again, because it doesn’t matter,” rafe interrupted firmly.
y/n softened and nodded. “okay. thank you, rafey.”
“don’t thank me, i’m just giving you the treatment you deserve, baby. now come on, let’s buy these things, and if you’re done we can go home and watch a movie or something,” rafe said and leaned down to kiss her temple.
“i love you,” y/n said to him.
“i love you, too, baby.”
rafe carefully placed the many full, plastic shopping bags down on the floor of y/n’s bedroom. y/n sat on her bed and waited for rafe to join her.
“rafeyyyyy,” she whined a little. rafe hummed. “can we watch a disney movie?”
rafe looked up at her. “a disney movie? seriously? those are for kid-“ he cut himself off when he saw the look in her eyes. he sighed. “okay, fine. a disney movie. we’ll watch whatever you want, darling.”
rafe came and joined y/n on the bed, getting them both comfortable and holding her close to him. he picked up the remote and turned on the tv in her bedroom on. he opened disney and played the movie y/n had chosen.
“are you happy?” rafe asked her.
y/n smiled at him softly. “more than happy.”
“good. that’s all i want, is for you to be happy.”
they share a soft, loving kiss as the movie started before pulling apart. y/n watched the movie, but rafe watched her, attuned to all her emotions and expressions.
“i love you,” y/n whispered.
“i love you more,” rafe whispered back.
divider creds: @uzmacchiato
pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader cw: fluffff, crude words, nothing else really a/n: my first fluff fic ^_^ he looks so yummy in this pic
you have been dating the kook prince, rafe cameron, for a few months now and it definitely came with its challenges. being a pogue, a lot of his friends and family disapproved. but, rafe proved himself and stood by you the whole time. your relationship with him is secure, but, sometimes, your insecurities and doubts cloud your judgement. why would he want to be with you when he can have anyone on the island?
the overthinking on this specific night went on haywire. topper and kelce invited rafe to a party, but he declined, because he promised to stay in and watched movies with you. he never declines a reason to go party. so why would he now?
throughout the movie, he kept to himself, quiet. he hums in agreement when you voice an opinion and shrugs in answer when you ask him a question. after the movie, he immediately went to sleep. on the other hand, your eyes couldn't stay shut no matter how much you forced it to. beside you, rafe was in deep slumber with his arms around you and him snoring softly behind your ears.
you usually wouldn't do this, but the insecurities were eating inside you. you slowly lifted his heavy arms off your body which forced him to turn to the other side. he begins to stir but no signs of waking up. you reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his phone. the bright screen illuminated your face and a photo of you two at a bonfire stared back. it was a selfie that he took, he was kissing your cheek as your wide-teethed smile faced the camera. you faced the screen towards his sleeping face to open it. he didn't have many notifications and only one caught your eye. it was sent at 9:16 pm.
topper : broo this party is going crazy, you're missing out
topper : hope that pogue bitch is worth it
you clicked on the notification which took you to the messages app. you scrolled up until you see the first message of the day that topper sent at 6:03 pm.
topper : yo. party at kelce's tonite. gonna be crazy asf
rafe : no thanks, spending the night with my girl tonight
topper : bro r u serious? this is the second time ure blowing us off
topper : and for what? some lame pogue bitch
rafe : don't u fucking dare talk about her like that
rafe : leave her the fuck alone before i fuck u up
you left the chat and scrolled through his other chats. you were too focused on stalking each one that you didn't realize rafe waking up. he watched you for a minute before speaking. “find anything?”
you gasped in shock, your face turned beet root in embarrassment. you slowly handed rafe his phone back. “no...” you whispered. he took his phone from you and locked it before placing it back on the nightstand. “i'm sorry, i know it's wrong but you were being so quiet tonight i can't help but wonder.”
“baby, you know i love you,” he said as he pulled you into him. “i'm not doing a good job as your boyfriend if i'm making your pretty little head doubt.”
“no, it just me. i'm sorry,” you sigh out as he combs his fingers through your hair.
“next time, if i'm not acting right, you sort me out,” he says sternly. “and stop saying sorry.”
decorating for halloween with bf!rafe
cautions .ᐟ nothing but fluff, suggestive if you squint!
you and rafe had been planning to decorate for halloween all week, though “planning” mostly meant you showing him pinterest boards full of cozy orange lights and little ceramic pumpkins, and him pretending not to care while secretly bookmarking everything in his head.
it was saturday afternoon, sun already dipping low, and the cameron house smelled like cinnamon candles and the caramel popcorn you’d made earlier. rafe was half sprawled on the couch when you came into the room carrying a plastic tub full of tangled string lights.
“you said you’d help,” you reminded him, setting the tub down with a thud that made him lift his head lazily, one arm thrown over the back of the couch. “i am helping,” he said, smirking, “supervising counts.”
you rolled your eyes, kneeling to untangle the mess of orange and purple lights, muttering something about how he’s impossible. rafe didn’t answer, just watched, eyes tracing the curve of your back where your oversized sweatshirt slipped off one shoulder.
“you know,” he said finally, voice low and lazy, “you look real cute when you’re bossy.”
“i’m not bossy,” you said without looking up. “i just like things done properly.”
“that’s literally the definition of bossy.” he was grinning now, and you could hear it in his voice. you tried to ignore him, but then he got up, came to kneel behind you. you felt the warmth of his body before you saw him, his hand brushing your hip as he reached for the lights.
“these go on the mantel, right?” he asked, pretending to be helpful but really just trying to get close. you shot him a look over your shoulder. “don’t think i don’t see what you’re doing.”
“what am i doing?” he asked innocently, though his fingers were tracing little circles against your side. “you’re distracting me.”
“you’re already distracted, sweetheart.”
you tried to bite back a smile and failed. “fine. if you really wanna help, put the fake cobwebs up.” rafe groaned dramatically. “those things get everywhere.”
“so does glitter,” you pointed out, handing him the bag. “but i still used it for the pumpkins, didn’t i?”
“yeah, and i’m still finding it on my clothes,” he said, but he took the cobwebs anyway, stretching them between the corners of the mantel while you plugged in the lights. they flickered to life, soft and orange, throwing a warm glow across the room. you both stood back to look at it. it wasn’t perfect, the lights were a little uneven, one of the fake spiders had fallen onto the floor, but it felt like home. cozy and messy and full of tiny bits of care. “looks good,” rafe said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “could almost pass for one of your pinterest boards.”
you laughed. “that’s because i’m a professional.”
“oh yeah?” he murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed the edge of your ear. “and what’s my role in all this, then?”
“moral support,” you teased. “and heavy lifting.”
rafe chuckled and nuzzled your neck. “think i deserve more credit than that.”
“you’ll get credit when you stop eating the candy meant for the trick-or-treaters.”
“they don’t need all of it.”
“rafe-” but you were laughing too hard to finish. he kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, the kind of lazy affection that always made your knees go soft. “what?” he murmured when you turned to face him, trying to look stern. “we’re supposed to be decorating.”
“we are,” he said, smiling. “decorating you right now with my attention.”
you groaned. “that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”
“and yet,” he murmured, tugging you closer, “you’re still smiling.” he kissed you then, soft and unhurried, the lights flickering behind you. when you finally pulled away, breathless and laughing, rafe brushed his thumb over your cheek. “see? halloween’s fun when you let me help.”
“you helped for like five minutes,” you said, swatting at him.
“best five minutes of the day.”
you shook your head but couldn’t stop smiling. later, when you were curled up together on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you and a bad horror movie playing, rafe leaned close again. “you know,” he said quietly, “next year, we should carve pumpkins too.”
“you mean i should carve pumpkins while you drink cider and make fun of me?”
“maybe.” he grinned in response. you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder, lights glowing softly around the room.
𝜗᭪ rhea speaks .ᐟ credits to dollywons for the halloween themed divider!
SYNOPSIS you and rafe notoriously flirted all-throughout high school, seeing who could rile the other up the most. after not seeing each other for four years, you run into him at a bar and slip into a familiar rhythm of banter. you're surprised to see that he’s not the same frat-prick he was in high school. and rafe realizes that you're exactly the same… except way hotter than the last time he saw you.
WARNINGS fluff, angst, suggestive content but no actual smut. lowkey wrote this off two glasses of wine. i’ll edit in the morning. enjoy. 18+ MDNI.
WORD COUNT 7.7k.
SONG OF THE CHAPTER devil's advocate by the neighborhood
Rafe's been on cloud nine lately.
Work has been going spectacular (as a job really can get), the girl he's been trying to brush off gently has finally gotten the hint that he's just not that into her, the city life has been treating him relatively fairly (as in, he's no longer tied to the confinements of his father's meticulous expectations ever since he moved out and started working onsite in the city, so now he can finally breathe), all of his friends are in one place and he has a great work-play balance that people could only dream of.
He isn't sure if it gets better or worse when he sees you from across the bar.
✮⋆˙ bsf!rafe finds something he definitely shouldn't have, and teeters crossing the boundaries of your friendship.
warnings — use of vibrators, best friends, praise & degradation, fingering & boob play
cherie's note — this is so gooner!bsf!rafe coded yuuup mind constantly filled with disgusting ideas of the things he wanted to do to you … omg i’m weak in the KNEES of course he'd jump on the first opportunity he could to play into his best fantasies. queue pornstar by nessa barrett thank u dj
it was almost humorous how flustered you had gotten over the discovery — cheeks dusted with a rosy red blush, biting your lip embarrassingly. even on your tiptoes, you couldn’t grab the object out of his firm grasp. you were so short in comparison to your best friend, rafe cameron, you had no other option than to accept defeat from your stolen item when he held it over his head.
“rafe, come on…” you groan, a pout staining your face. “s’not funny, give me it.”
he rolls his pretty blue eyes, how pathetic of you. of course this was funny, to him at least. lucky for him, you had so stupidly forgotten your favourite vibrator under your silk pillow. it was like you wanted him to find it, he thought. despite being your best friend since middle school, he had always fantasized about this exact moment — the power dynamic, and how you were wrapped around his finger.