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erwinsvow · 26 days

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an idea… rafe and shy reader having sex for the first time

everything's overwhelming with rafe, but this is particularly so. you thought you were completely ready for it, from the way you had handled everything else so well. in fact, rafe was the one taking things at the slowest pace possible, trying to make sure he didn’t pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

you didn’t like it—thought he was trying to be something he’s not. he’s gentle with you but never like this, never to this extent. it must be a big deal then, sleeping with rafe, giving him your virginity, you finally decide, if he’s acting so differently about it.

in fact, you think you’ve been ready to give it up since you first started dating him. rafe brings it out of you, coaxes a different side of you out with gentle words and soft touches. you’re going mad over it. you can’t count the amount of times you’ve crawled into his lap at any given opportunity, anywhere the two of you are alone—his truck, the couch in your living room and at tannyhill, the hidden booth at the country club. you’re begging for it, not sure how much more obvious you can get.

you finally decide tonight’s the night—following a nice dinner with the two of you. you had spent extra long getting dressed up, a pretty white lingerie set on underneath your blue dress, all done up for rafe. finally back at tannyhill, entire body vibrating and tingling with excitement, you don’t wait another moment, crawling into rafe’s lap and kissing him hard. you take off your dress and rafe stops just for a second to take in how forward you’re being.

“hey,” he finally breathes against your lips, pulling away. “c’mon, you’re not ready for this.”

“yes i am!” you whine, impatient and horny, feeling rafe get hard underneath you. you want him to be able to do all the things you know he wants to do, want them done to you. “i am, i am-” and you lean back to kiss him, ending up pinned underneath him before long.

he knows you’re not, but he plays along. you’re so wet already he doesn’t have to do much, but he makes you cum all over his fingers anyways, hoping it’ll satiate you.

“please, rafe,” you moan against his mouth, pushing in for another needy kiss. “wan’ it inside. please.” and he does know you, knows everything about you, but even he can’t resist when you say things like that.

you watch with big eyes while he lines himself up with your wet hole, hovering over you. you think you’re so ready, that three of rafe’s fingers inside you should be comparable to what you’re about to feel, that you’re more than prepared. your eyes squeeze shut when rafe pushes inside, all the air leaving your lungs. you try to moan out but it’s more of a gasp than anything else, one that rafe swallows into a kiss.

your eyes get watery—it’s just habit. it hurts, too, because rafe is so much bigger than you expected. you bite your cheek, looking up at rafe through teary eyes and clasping a hand over your mouth—you don’t want to admit that he was right.

“c’mon kid, give it up. y’not ready for this, i know you,” rafe says, leaning in close to your ear to whisper it quietly. he’s not even half-way inside you.

“i-i can take it,” you hiccup. you hate disappointing rafe.

and it’s not that he doesn’t want to—he does, desperately so, wants to fuck you within an inch of your sanity every time you walk into a room and look at him with your shy eyes and sweet smile. he wants to break you, wants you cumming on his dick until there’s nothing left in your head, no shyness left in your heart. but he wants it when you’re ready for it, not like this.

it only takes another minute, you finally admit you’re not ready, and rafe pulls out of you. you feel like crying, terribly sad and dejected, wishing you could just be normal for rafe for once, be what he wants.

“stop,” he says, wiping away a stray tear. his arm rests over your stomach, trying to get you to lighten up. “when you’re ready for it, i’ll fuck you until you can’t think. s’just not today, kid.”

you finally agree when he says that, getting over it because you know without a doubt in your mind—rafe knows you better than you know yourself.

#omg what a lovely lovely prompt thank you babe <3 #this may not be what you were expecting #to me the very first time they have sex its too much for shy reader so it doesn't actually happen happen... but it is still the first time #i rlly wanted to write something like what you guys would expect but i really felt like this is more real of their relationship lol #anyways <3 i hope you like it!#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

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nadvs · 21 days

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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ rafe cameron & his bilingual girlfriend ✧

rating explicit 18+

ᝰ the first time rafe hears you speak another language, he’s slackjawed and wide-eyed and feels a swirling mixture of admiration and wonder and arousal, loving the sound of the words effortlessly spilling out of your mouth.

ᝰ he picks up phrases from you quickly, from what you mutter when you’re pissed off to what you coo when he’s doing something endearing. he echoes what you say to himself over and over to try to memorize the cadence of the phrase.

ᝰ rafe loves when you’re on the phone with a family member or friend who speaks the same language and he can just watch you talk. you smile at him through the conversation, at the way he’s gazing at you, at the way he’s running his hand up and down your inner thigh, knowing he’ll want to kiss you (and probably more) when you hang up.

ᝰ when you’re wrapped around him in bed, he encourages you (or, more accurately, begs you) to speak to him in your language. he doesn’t need to understand everything. he just revels in the way the syllables hit his ears while he’s inside you.

ᝰ when you’re fighting with rafe and you angrily cuss him out in your language, it feels so fucking unfair to him because you know it turns him on when you do that. he’s pissed as hell and wants to win the argument but eventually gives in to the impulse to kiss you.

#FIRST TIME DOING A HEADCANON THIS WAS FUN #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron concepts #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron blurb #hc #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and reader #rafe cameron and y/n #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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boyfriend!jj wandering around ur house like this as if he didn’t just destroy your guts <33

#it didn’t upload the first time so if they both suddenly post i’m gonna punch the couch cushion s1 rafe style #anyway #he’s so boyfie here in his boyfie outfit #jj maybank prompt

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katsu28 · 1 year

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OMG grapple with rafe please 🤭🤭

i have not written for this man in a hot minute!! thank u for requesting ri my dear ILY <3

rafe cameron x reader, 1.8k

“You want me to take you down.”

“No, I want you to try.”

“You’re a child, Cameron.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re scared, aren’t you?” Rafe teased, holding your phone up high and away from your reaching hands. “C’mon, you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it.”

“I’m not playing your game!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Just give it back!”

“Come. Get. It.” He repeated slowly, a drawn out proposition paired with the gleefully smug grin on his face that had you huffing in annoyance at your best friend. He tossed your phone on the armchair behind him, hunkering down into a guard stance. “You can admit defeat, y’know. Just say ‘Rafe Cameron is the greatest of all time’. I’ll even shorten it for you, you can just call me the GOAT.”

“How ‘bout I call you a donkey instead?”

He feigned being stabbed in the gut for a few dramatic seconds before pulling the imaginary knife out and pretending to drop it on the floor. “Low blow, but I can handle it.”

You rolled your eyes at him. There were two options here—play his game and try to take him down, or surrender and say those dreaded words. Naturally, you picked the one you had no chance at.

Sending a prayer to whoever was listening, you feigned left and went right, lunging at Rafe to the best of your ability. He didn’t fall for your weak attempt at a fake out, instead catching you around the waist and taking you down to the carpet with ease.

You noticed that he took the care to slide his hand under your head so it didn’t bounce off the floor. It would’ve been nice, except that hand retreated and pinned your wrist above your head before you could fight Rafe off. He did the same to the other hand too.

His knee slotted between yours for leverage as you wriggled in his grasp with no avail. You were pinned securely under his hands as he loomed over you.

“Told you I’d win.” He breathed, his grin very Cheshire cat-like. You opened your mouth to shoot back a witty retort, but your voice died in your throat when his head dropped down a little closer towards yours.

You suddenly came to terms with the very compromising position you were in with Rafe right now; your faces were mere inches apart, so close you could smell that damn mint gum he was always chewing on. So close you could see the scar hidden in his eyebrow he’d gotten when he’d crashed his bike when you were kids, the flecks of green in his blue eyes. In short, he was right there.

The tension in the room had quickly turned unbearably thick, too heavy for your liking, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact. Part of you liked the way Rafe was looking at you.

His eyes flicked down to your lips for a split millisecond before snapping right back up, and if you hadn’t been in such close proximity, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all. But you did, and so began the most devious plan that you really only had a few seconds to formulate in your head.

You pretended to struggle for a few more seconds before feigning giving up, aiming a pout up at Rafe. His mouth curved into a smug sort of smile, all previous intensity in those irritatingly pretty eyes of his long since forgotten. He probably thought he’d just won.

“Face it, you can’t—” Whatever gloat he was about to throw your way was cut off by you leaning up towards him, pressing your lips against his. Rafe made a strangled sort of sound right off the bat, freezing immediately the instant your mouth touched his. Just as fast, he kissed you back eagerly, way more eager than one friend should be kissing the other. And as cliche as it was to say it, fireworks erupted in your belly, bursting against your ribcage like it was the goddamn Fourth of July.

You only hoped he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was pounding in your chest.

His grip on your wrists loosened, one hand coming down to brace himself on the carpet while the other planted itself next to your head. The way he was kissing you so firmly nearly had you melting, but the little voice at the back of your head was yelling at you to remember what all this was for. No, you weren’t kissing Rafe Cameron just for shits and giggles; you were on a mission. And no matter how good it felt, how right, you’d be damned if you didn’t complete it.

You bent your knees, planting them against his firm chest and pushing up—not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough that you caught him off guard. Before he could register what was happening, you had him flipped on his back, tables very much turned with his wrists trapped in both your hands.

“Gotcha.” You breathed, mirroring his earlier smile now that you were the one with the upper hand. Rafe’s Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped hard, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. Maybe you were completely misinterpreting the situation entirely, but it almost looked like he wanted to kiss you again. You clambered off him quickly to rid the thought, snatching your phone off the cushion and shoving it into your back pocket. “Good game.”

Rafe stumbled to his feet and cleared his throat, hunched shoulders straightening as he brushed the nonexistent dust from his polo. “I should—I’m gonna, uh, get going. Wheeze asked me to help her with something for school, I should go…help her with it.” Lie. He just didn’t know what to do other than go.

“Right, yeah, of course. You should go.” Lie. You just didn’t know what to do other than let him.

He rocked on the balls of his feet awkwardly a few times, hands shoved into his shorts pockets awkwardly. “I’ll text you later?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, uh. Bye then.”

You watched him leave, watched him let himself out and make his way down the walk and climb into his truck, wanting to say something more but losing your chance the second he drove away.

“Shit,” You breathed, burying your face in your hands. It seemed like a smart plan at the time, but now having said and done it, kissing Rafe—kissing your best friend who didn’t feel the same way about you—was the stupidest idea you’d ever had.

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You’d just gotten settled into bed when you heard a commotion at your window that sounded suspiciously like pebbles clinking against the glass, and you knew who it was in an instant. There was only one person who preferred the throwing rocks at your window method over texting, so when you padded over and peered outside, you weren’t surprised to see Rafe grinning back up at you.

He motioned for you to open the window and you did, retreating back to the warm comfort of your blankets as he climbed up the tree next to your room and slid inside expertly. He’d probably done the same maneuver a million times throughout your lives, though this time it was different. This time, you weren’t just two best friends having a late night hangout. The same tension from earlier was back, only this time, your kiss weighed heavy on your chest.

“Hi,” He said quietly, brushing the leaves out of his product-less hair. The action made the soft strands flop over his forehead, giving him a younger, more boyish look. You always did enjoy this version of him.

“Hi.” You echoed, trying to ignore the feeling it sent flip-flopping through your stomach. Rafe always gave you that feeling.

“Mind if I sit?”

“‘Course.” Rafe sat a sizable distance away from you at the foot of your bed, broad shoulders hunched, leg bouncing. You knew this change in demeanor was because of what you’d done earlier.

“Can I ask—”

“Is everything—” You pressed your lips shut, motioning for him to speak first.

“Can I ask you a question?” He repeated, smoothing his hand over his knee as if that would stop it from shaking up and down. You merely nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to say or do anything else. “Okay. Okay, cool.” He cleared his throat, inhaling a quick breath and letting it out just as fast. “Did you mean it? Earlier, when you kissed me. Was it real?”

“Real,” You repeated, tilting your head at him.

“Yeah, real. Like, did you kiss me because you just wanted to win, or because you actually wanted to? Was it a real kiss? With like, real feelings behind it.”

You knew what you wanted to say, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it. Because if you said it out loud, that would make your feelings real and not just a nagging feeling deep in your chest. If you said it out loud, there was no taking it back, no fixing things if everything went wrong. This would be permanent.

But with the way he was looking at you, the way he knew you, there was no point in lying. “It was real, Rafe. I wanted to.”

His mouth fell into a surprised little oh, but he was quick to shift his reaction. “Think maybe you’d wanna do it again?” He asked, a genuine question marked with a hopeful smile curving his lips.

You only had time to nod before Rafe was right up against you, hands sliding up to cup your face softly, lips meeting yours even softer. The ring on his index finger was cold against the warmth of your skin, leaving a coolness in its wake as his hand moved to settle at the back of your neck. Your hands found themselves twisting into the front of his faded Kildare Academy sweatshirt, bringing him closer to you.

This kiss was much sweeter than the first. While that one was spur of the moment clumsy, this one was tender. Less like working towards an end goal and more like going with the flow, seeing where you’d end up.

Rafe was panting by the time he pulled away, chest heaving as his eyes searched yours for any ounce of regret and came up empty. Then he smiled, big, wide, relieved. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of seeing that smile, especially when it was aimed at you.

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, I would’ve won if you hadn’t kissed me.” He insisted, giving your neck a playful squeeze. You opened your mouth to protest, but he pressed another quick kiss against your lips. “But I don’t even mind that you played dirty, because now I’ve won the best prize of all.”

“Oh, boo. That was so cheesy, Cameron.”

“I got my girl, I’m allowed to be cheesy for once.”

#first time writing in a month can i get a hell yeahh from the rafe girlies #okay im gonna disappear back into the abyss i just wanted to let u folks know im still alive n kickin (kinda)#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fluff #non canon rafe cameron #non canon rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx #obx netflix #drew starkey

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miekkamaisteri · 7 months

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I wish I had the faith of this youtube commenter in the inevitability of boy to boy action with the dragon reborn

#this comment also had an extremely stupid first half in that it claimed that aviendha shouldn't have been able to beat the whitecloaks #because she is a girl #like what the hell series did you read that you think whitecloaks are superior warriors to far dareis mai #anyways. rafe you can't let us and this youtube bookcloak down. boy to boy action with the dragon reborn on our screens now #wheel of time #wot tv #huotrasta vedetty

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libertatias · 9 months

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finally writing my fic about rafe taking sam to new orleans after bailing him out of prison to see What Happened to nate and sam being equally devastated and infuriated and betrayed by the fact that nate is off living his ~normal life and then having a lot of complicated emotions about how he can't possibly fit into this domestic caricature and how can he possibly convince nate to get back in the game so of course he begrudgingly decides to partner with rafe (all the while intending to bail the second he has a compelling lead bc rafe was always a means to an end)

#sam drake #samuel drake #rafe adler #uncharted #shut up miyou #possibly will include vignettes from the 2 years he partnered with rafe #but let me be clear this is NOT a ship fic lmao #i just love a good character exploration #and sam is 100% thinking about his exit strategy the entire time #bc avery is His Thing it's a Drake Thing not a drake rafe shoreline thing #sam and nadine meeting for the first time would also be smth fun to explore #anyway my plan right now is just writing the new orleans bit and then we'll see where it goes from there #knowing me it will probably spiral wildly out of my control #(yes i know i need to finish my nateharry fic but all in good time)

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r-cameron · 1 year

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deny, deny, deny

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #jj maybank #rudy pankow #rafe x jj #outer banks #tagging this just in case #felt cute might delete later #sorry not sorry #this happens when i try out a video editor for the first time #someone stop me from making more videos

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rafesmuse · 1 year

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*eyes turn into hearts and pop out of sockets jaw drops to the floor tongue rolls out of mouth*

#♡ — chatting.#context: me when i shift for the first time and see jj and rafe.#i would die

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fivefootsevn · 7 months

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TDR update: that ENDING‼️ three times now these book endings have me on the verge of tears and i fully understand rosamund now when she said that s3 is gonna be mad!! can’t wait for the mission impossible levels of action x skyrim levels of fast traveling for s3😚

#the wheel of time #wot first read #the dragon reborn #s3 we will be so back boys #its not like we ever left #rafe and co i hope awards season honors you well <3

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girasolreves · 1 year

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Rafe is so sad, angry, & pathetic. Oh and evil! I think I love him

#girasolreves #first time watching obx #obx #obx netflix #rafe cameron

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nadvs · 25 days

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heyyy i have a request i think about whenever i go to your profile. about an angst or fluff fic or blurb about your bio(?) “i don’t think your friends will like me” with rafe and (hopefully)kook!reader. (i hope this sparks interest if not its fine <3)

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Your friends were less than thrilled when you told them that you were talking to Rafe, but they held their tongues. Once you started dating him, though, they refused to keep quiet any longer.

He has a bad reputation. He’s known as a psychotic douchebag who gets into a fight at almost every party. And they reminded you of that every time you mentioned him.

You finally snapped one day, telling them that you appreciate the concern, but you’re with Rafe for a reason. They weren’t exactly supportive, but they shut up.

He isn’t all he presents to the outside world. Behind the inflated machismo, Rafe is fun. He’s sweet. He makes you feel like flowers are blooming in your chest every time he looks at you. And nobody can convince you that he’s simply no good.

The country club is loud and bustling, every partygoer dressed in the best, most expensive thing in their closet.

After a month of dating, this is your first time coming to a club party with Rafe as his girlfriend. His hand is at the small of your back as you enter the ornate banquet hall.

You look up at him, smiling at the adorable way he scans the room, the chandelier lights twinkling in the blue of his eyes.

Rafe is out of his element. He usually comes to these things with his buddies, drinks a little too much, and doesn’t give a shit what people think.

But he’s here with you. And the pressure is heavy on his shoulders.

“My friends are over there,” you say, pointing to a table on the far side of the room. You spot a few free seats.

“I don’t think they’ll like me,” he replies, voice low, lips curled up in a nervous smile.

You pivot to face him, hands smoothing over the fabric of his suit jacket.

“Well, I like you,” you say matter-of-factly. Rafe looks down at you with a knitted brows.

“Yeah, for now.” His words leave his mouth before he can even think about them. Rafe glances away, his lips in a nervous, hard line.

“What’s that mean?” you ask softly.

He only shakes his head, an awkward smile on his face.

“Nothin’,” he drawls.

You won’t take that as an answer. Your hand finds his. Rafe loves the feeling of your palm pressed around him as you lead him out of the room you just entered.

Your heels click against the floor as you round the corner into an empty hallway, turning to face him again.

“What’s that mean, Rafe?” you ask again, your eyes deep with concern.

Rafe’s heart is pounding in his ears. He didn’t expect to have this conversation tonight.

It’s been eating away at him. He’s not an idiot. He knows his reputation. And he didn’t care about it until he met you.

“You…” Rafe sighs, looking down at the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t even know where to start.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“I know you know what people say about me,” he finally says.

You don’t play dumb. There’s no point.

“And you think I agree?” you say. Rafe steps back, scratching the back of his neck with another sharp exhale.

“You might,” he replies, tone low. You look at him with doubt etched into every one of your features.

“Rafe,” you say with a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “I don’t care what people say. They’re wrong about you.”

He’s not so sure. He can’t control himself at times, anger and aggression pooling out of him. People see that ugly side of him. He can’t deny that that side exists.

“Are they?” he asks. His voice is thin and vulnerable. You haven’t ever seen him like this. “I’m not always like… the way you see me.”

Rafe feels like he’s teetering at the edge of a cliff now, seconds away from falling, from losing you.

“You know that we went to all the same parties before we got together, right?” you chuckle. Rafe meets your eyes again.

You saw him drink himself into oblivion and get into fights and leave parties with a bloodied face and swollen knuckles. Countless times.

“I saw everything and I still want you,” you say. “I don’t give a fuck if people don’t like you.”

Rafe’s chest burns. He almost dropped off the cliffside, but you just pulled him back.

He swallows the lump in his throat and pulls you in, cupping your cheeks to softly kiss you.

He didn’t care what anyone thought about him before. Now, he only cares about what one person thinks. And he’s kissing her and she wants him and that’s all that fucking matters.

#i wrote a blurb but also added this to my notes to maybe write as a full fic if i can construct a plot #i just love the concept of boyfriend rafe worrying about his rep with you :(#also first time writing a kook!reader hehe #ask #rafe cameron blurb #blurb #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and y/n #rafe cameron and reader #rafe cameron fluff

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simmaster · 2 years

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if i speak...........

#watching hot fuzz for the first time in two years and i have decided i stand by the hyperfixation #but yeah. hiiiii rafe spall with a sleazy mustache #micah.txt

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shellxrls · 15 days

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like it also gives me a bit of whiplash too cause I’ll be nineteen, then be nineteen then 21 then nineteen again cause I’ll spend so much time in my dr but then I tend to just shift back to being younger cause I can’t stand the concept of being older 😭 the only times I’ll stay on the same age line is when there’s actually proper events going on that I’ve scripted, eg being a mum and also omg Rafe changing nappies is the funniest thing ever he has no idea how to handle himself 😭

- rafe shifter

THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING !! i feel like i’d feel so out of place and disoriented switching between ages, not even mentally but physically as well cuz i’m sure my body wld change too.

i think i’d just do the same thing as you and try to shift back younger/the age i am in this reality so i don’t get too confused.

also i’m literally screaming awww rafe changing nappies :(( that’s such an adorable image i wouldn’t be able to handle myself :((

#i’d cry the first time seeing him change a nappy 😭😭#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;rafe shifter #;chatting

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rafeysdoll · 8 days

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Bsf Rafe convincing reader that it’s normal to hump on him through his pants cus his just helping out a friend!! Plus y’all are wearing clothes

wanna state since i know im gonna receive hate lol— that reader does know what sex/sexual things are!! hence why she’s also able to tell rafe she’s horny in the first place. i’m not writing a reader that doesn’t know what sexual things are, she clearly does lol

“w-we’re fine, okay? fine. almost all close friends do this. ‘ts completely normal,” rafe nudges, squeezing your bum lightly as you continue dragging yourself back and forth. tiny gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. “it’s not like we’re having sex, you still got your panties on.” your best friend states rather obviously, tugging on the straps of your lacy, sticky underwear.

“promise.. promise nothing’s gonna change?” you mewl, dry humping his bulge, hands placed on rafe’s chest for support. “i promise, just wanna help you.. said you were horny right? it’s uh… a good thing you came to me. other guys would just — just be ruthless on you, y’know? use you and shit.”

you hum, still rubbing your clothed cunt against him, the roughness of his pants making you flustered and barely able to grasp any real attention for what he's talking about. “feels good, rafey.”

“yea, i know, can go faster than that though baby come on.” he urges, placing his hands on your waist and helping you move at a faster speed, groaning at the friction.

he had half a mind to just rip you both out of your clothes and pound you into your bed, tell you he couldn't help himself as ruts inside your hole.

but he clenches his fist and holds back. what a gentleman.

“yeah there you go, feels even better now dont it?” “so, soo much better.. you- you always know what's best, rafey." you mewl, letting out the prettiest noises as you keep on your movements, rafe’s cock jumping underneath the fabric.

“why.. why dont you come and give me a kiss? for thanks?” he questions, puckering his lips slightly. when you freeze just a bit, rafe catches on and helps you rub against him again, quickly sending you back into your haze.

“o..okay,” you whisper, leaning forward to give a him a wet kiss, somehow even more nervous at your locked lips than how you were humping him like you would a pillow.

but it was so sweet, his surprisingly soft lips against your glittery ones.

who could blame you for letting this happen a few more times? you were best friends, after all — you did everything together.

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