#bfb!rafe

[cal-flakes]

hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!

yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)

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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.

“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.

it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.

taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”

your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”

— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.

“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.

“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”

“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”

his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”

swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.

“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.

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[princessbrunette]

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being sarah’s lil best friend who just won’t leave rafe alone.

you always see yourself into the house, which aggravates him as it means he has no control over the home he sees as his own, stepping up for ward. sarah hasn’t even made it out of her bedroom before you’ve barrelled into the kitchen in the tiniest shorts and a bikini top that might aswell not be there, throwing your arms around him as soon as he turns around.

“hiiiii rafe!” you practically pur, lashes batting and purposeful. he swore he could even feel you pushing yourself up against the shape between his thighs beneath his shorts.

“shouldnt you be with my sister?” he drawls in a deadpan, trying his best to ignore the way his body heats up. he peels you off his body and pushes his hair back.

“what i can’t say hi?” you coo, clasping your hands all faux innocent below your waist, the act of your arms coming inwards only forcing your tits to jostle together. he licks his lips subconsciously. jesus, rafe— control yourself. that’s your little sisters friend.

he doesn’t get to think of an answer because sarah comes swinging in, instantly wrapping a hand around your arm. “hey! there you are.” she directs her attention to rafe, a glare. “is my pervert brother bothering you?” she scowls and he throws his hands up in exasperation, knowing for once he actually didn’t do anything wrong.

“no, no. it’s okay.” you shake your head all shy, all victim-like and non-convincingly which only makes sarah shake her head in disgust at her brother, leading you up the stairs. he watches you go, and you peer over your shoulder — stifling a giggle as you bite down on your manicure. fucking menace.

he doesn’t like losing, or more specifically — losing control, so when you show up one day when sarah isn’t home, he feels like he has to escape you before he gives into his impulses.

“there you are, been lookin’ all over for you.” you chirp, sliding into the kitchen where he stands at the fridge. his eyes widen for a second, looking around for his sister.

“y—you know sarah’s not even home. wastin’ your time here ‘cos she’s off with that routledge kid.” he shakes his head, forcing nonchalance as he leans down to scan the inside of the fridge. you’re at his side before he blinks, nail grazing his thick, tanned arm as you all but pet him. he felt weak.

“cant i just hang out with you? why’s it always gotta be about sarah?” you pout, urging him to look your way. you’d really perfected your doe eyed pout since you’d last visited, and the angle you stood at gave him the perfect view down your top. it’s exactly why he grabbed an apple juice carton and turned away, meandering away from the fridge after closing it.

“well i’m not your friend, alright? go home.” he commands, but of course you follow.

“you’re playin’ hard to get.” you whine.

“you’re playing hard to get rid of.” he retorts and you giggle, catching up to him.

“play with me rafey.” you chime seductively, and the tone makes his cock jump. so much so that it irritates him, and as you reach to grab at him again, he snaps around to you, gripping your wrist.

“quit with the slut shit, alright? you’re my little sisters friend. know what that means? means you’re just a fucking kid.” his voice raises only a tad, but it’s enough to snap you out of your whole bravado— the act dropped as you stare up at him with wide eyes, shocked. he can see that you’re hurt and he lets go, the regret instantly settling in as he licks his lips thoughtfully, scratching his forehead.

“okay.” you barely whisper, rejected and damaged. he watches you for a moment, and as you move away to leave he speaks.

“sarah will probably be home soon she… she always comes back. so… just go hang in her room. you’re uh—welcome to stay, alright?” he raises his eyebrows, talking all slow and reassuring the same way you’d speak to a younger sibling to stop them from crying and snitching on you when you play too rough. that wasn’t much comfort to you.

you do as he says and stay there for the rest of the evening. you wake from your slumber when the door cracks open, late at night. you think it might be sarah, but you’re met with her big brother instead.

“sarah still not back?” he converses awkwardly, though the answer is clear. you shake your head, shy and bashful. this was where he wanted you. the control was back in his hands. he’d broken you down to make you feel like you couldn’t have him, and now he could take what he wanted.

he nods, slowly approaching the bed and he almost smirks at that hopeful look in your eyes.

“doin’ a bad thing, kid. you are aware of that, right?” he asks and you nod, your turn to look guilty. he scratches at his jaw, deep in thought as he eyes you over— cute little lacy cami and pyjama shorts that rode up far too high. shit, he could even see your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. was he meant to be the bad guy for not being able to resist this shit? “must think you’re a big girl… comin’ onto me like that earlier. hah…” he chuckles, almost nervously at what he’s about to do.

“just want you. s’not my fault.” you pout and he fixes his expression to a faux solemn frown, nodding like he was very serious.

“yeah, nah— can’t… can’t control what our bodies want, right?” he justifies and you nod before the two of you stare at eachother. his minds made up. “so ‘fuck you still staring at me for? take those shorts off… n’roll over. not dealin’ with the guilt of the shit you’re about to make me do in my sisters bed.”

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#rafe cameron prompt #bfb!rafe

[barbiiecams]

baby trapping bfb!rafe omg 😖. it would most definitely be an accident, but now you could finally claim him. you weren’t so opposed to the fact of getting pregnant with his baby beforehand, but because sarah was genuinely your friend, you made sure not to for the time being.

now rafe? he’d be so mad yet happy at the same time. he was very reluctant to even take off the condom off with you, and this seemed like the consequence to his actions.

“right there!” you moaned out as he hit the perfect spot inside of you.

“yea? right there?” he’d taunt, smirking down at the position he had you in. he pulled out for a second which almost made you cuss him out, but then lifted one of your legs in the air and held it by the back of your thigh, plowing his way back in again.

this made your eyes roll so far back you were almost positive they got stuck for a hot minute.

“that’s the spot, huh baby?” he’d lean over and say into your ear. not being able to form words, all you could do was nod. but there was something you desperately wanted from all this.

he’d been folding you up, throwing you around and switching positions all night. and he knew exactly how you liked it. it’s like he could seriously do no wrong. all though this whole situation was wrong, you still seemed to forget that this was your friends brother. someone who’s supposed to be off limits.

but we can’t help who we like, right?

he definitely didn’t care though, matter of fact, his dirty talk never stopped about it. “yea? that feel good being fucked by your friend’s brother? imagine if she saw us now. shit, i finally wouldn’t have to hide my girl.”

and he just continues.

“yea rub that clit baby. soak this cock.”

“keep taking it baby, know you can.”

“let go baby, cum all over it.”

as soon as he felt your release, his came up not too long after.

“shit, you feel too good. gonna make me blow mine soon.” this right here is when you ask for whatever, knowing how easy it is for them to say yes when they’re balls deep, seconds away from nutting.

“inside me? please!” you’d grab onto his shoulders, while his arms were now pressing your hip down into the bed.

his movement doesn’t slow, but his face says the answer as well as his words. “you know we can’t. convincing me to go raw wasn’t enough?”

“i just wanna feel you… all full inside me.” you’d say, almost choking on your words the way he’s still milking out your orgasm.

“i’ll cum in your ass. how about that?”

“s’not the same! please, rafe. just once?”

he doesn’t answer for a little bit, but the way his face starts to scrunch up, he was bound to cum in a few seconds.

“fine,” he finally says. “better fuckin take it all.”

right after that, his hot and heavy flow streams right into you, making your brain feel like complete mush.

after a few moments of just laying there, he pulls out and lays down next to you, pulling your head into his chest. “won’t be leaving you alone anytime soon with a pussy like that.” he chuckles, & you playfully hitting his chest.

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the only thing that brought you was a world full of trouble. because here you are now, sitting on the toilet with a nauseous stomach, and positive stick in your hand to top it off. this most definitely was not supposed to happen, but you didn’t feel that bad about it either.

taking a picture of it in your hands, you sent it to rafe then put your phone down and held your stomach again. you didn’t even need that pregnancy test. the way you were throwing up buckets confirmed it by itself.

not even 5 minutes later, he texts you back.

“didn’t i tell you it was a bad idea? now how are you gonna tell sarah, cus im not.”

now that was definitely something you weren’t thinking about in the heat of the moment.

#i love this trope so much #he’d be such a dick about it ngl 😭 #barbiiecams #drew starkey #outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey drabble #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron angst #drew starkey angst #drew starkey headcannon #rafe cameron headcanons #bfb!rafe

[stwrkeys]

smut bimbo!reader and rafe Cameron . he would be so mean

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“rafe, please!” you beg as he pushes your head further into the soft pillows. “i cant take it anymore!” your brain was like a cloud. you felt as though you were going to mold into the bed with how hard rafe was ramming you into it. his fingers on your clit only intensified the pleasure. he had been going at it for hours now, attempting to make you cum as many times as he could. your best friend’s brother explained to you that he just had to. after you showed up to his house in that sundress, wearing nothing underneath. how could he not? showing up like that is basically begging him to fuck you into oblivion. you couldn’t get it through rafe’s head that you needed to find sarah, and that really you were just in a hurry and that’s why you weren’t wearing anything underneath, but if he said he had to, then he had to. he saw the way you got nervous whenever he would get near you, how your whole body would tense up and your cheeks would go red. he knew you were attracted to him, and he had always been attracted to you. this would be his only chance to make a move on you. “you can take it, and you will. just gimme one more, princess, and we could be all done.” tears are spilling out of your eyes, mascara running down your face, staining the silk pillow sheets black. “can i please cum?” you ask pleadingly, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. “not just yet, baby. gotta wait so i can fill you up with everything inside of me. i’m gonna have you full of my kids soon, okay?” you whine, aching for your release. pain from your previous orgasms is coursing through your body, combining with the pleasure. rafe puts a hand on your mouth and shushes you, “shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear how good your best friend’s brother fucks you, do you?” you can’t even nod, trying to hold back your release as rafe fucks you. he removes the hand from your mouth and grabs you by your hair to lift you up. “i asked you a question, pretty baby. do you want everyone to hear how i fuck you like a whore? what would sarah think about that? i don’t think she would like the idea of her best friend sneaking around with her older brother, would she?” he holds you up, his cock still pounding against your walls. you shake your head vigorously. “words, baby. words. and ill let you cum.” rafe lets go of his grip on your hair and you fall back down. you gather up enough strength to spit out a response. “no, rafe! sarah would hate me! i would hate it for her to hear how dirty you make me!” at your response, you feel his pace increase and his fingers find its way back to your clit. “there you go. i guess you aren’t as dumb as i thought, huh, bunny? go ahead and cum for me.” it was as if a dozen fireworks had gone off inside of you. you felt your final climax overcome you, rafe spilling into you at the same time. he grabs your hips and moves you in a circular motion, letting out a groan as he spreads his seed evenly. “don’t move, baby. need you to stay until sarah finds you like this.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey #outer banks #obx imagine #bfb!rafe #sarah cameron

[maybanksbabe]

Best Friend's Brother!Rafe gets you all alone in the kitchen. Tannyhill is completely empty for a change, with Wheezie at a friend's house, Sarah with the Pogues and Rose and Ward nowhere to be found. He has you bent over the kitchen island, dress bunched up around your hips and a hand in your hair. The sounds you're both making are downright pornographic and you're both so lost in it all you don't hear the front door, or Topper calling for Rafe as he makes his way inside. And then all of a sudden there's a lot of shouting, Rafe is no longer pounding into you and there's a frantic effort to get you covered up and decent again as Topper rounds the corner, stopping with wide eyes and an open mouth at the sight of you two having obviously been caught doing something you shouldn't have...

#rafe cameron x reader #bfb!rafe #rafe thots #rafe thoughts #libra speaks

[prettyg1irlstears]

the pool deck (rafe cameron)

pairing: bfb!rafe

warnings: smoking, unprotected p in v sex, pool sex, breeding

you were spending the day with your best friend sarah. you were by the pool the whole day, just swimming, tanning and gossiping.

“oh no, we ran out of lemonade!” sarah says with a frown when he comes bavk from inside. “gotta go buy more.”

“i’ll wait for you” you smile while putting on sunscreen. sarah nods and you watch her disappear with her wallet in her hand.

ten minutes pass and you get a message from her: got distracted by john b. probably up to his place. sorry!

you just chuckle and shake your head. you still couldn’t believe that a kook princess would date the pogue king himself.

the sound of footsteps take you out of your thoughts and your heart skips a beat when you see their owner.

“hi ray” you smile, taking your sunglasses off to look at him and standing up from your sunbed. “how are you?”

”’sup, bunny,” rafe smirks, the nickname he gave you smoothly coming out of his mouth as he lights up a cigarette and taking a long drag. you were his favorite friend of sarah’s, always so sweet and caring, asking how his day was, all innocent.

“i’m doin’ good, how you doin’,” he blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth, watching her as she walked towards him. “you look good in that bikini.”

“thanks! i bought it last week,” you smile. and look at your bikini. “they also had a blue one but i thought this one was better.”

he chuckled at your words, flicking the ash off his cigarette “well, you have pretty good taste.” he commented, stepping closer to you, his gaze lingering on your body.

“thanks!” you smile and then look at the cigarette. you weren’t much of a smoker, but you took one when someone had them. “can i have a drag?”

hesitantly, he handed you the cigarette, his lips twitching into a smile. “sure, if you must.”

his eyes were focused on your lips, the way you suck on the filter, imagining how they would taste and feel wrapped around his dick.

rafe watched you take a long drag, your lips wrapped around the cigarette looking so tempting. he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving you. he was getting hard. “you look hot as hell.”

“really..?” you smile shyly. you’re not used to getting attention from guys, and you’re definitely not used to comments like this. “i don’t get that often.”

his eyes roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your figure with a predatory gaze, his breath hitching as his cock hardened in his swimming pants. he coudln’t take it anymore, he reached out, grabbing your ass, squeezing it softly.

you gasp, looking up at him with a shocked and confused expression that only made him grow harder. “what are you doing, ray??”

his hand slips lower, his fingers finding the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. he chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. he wants her, wants to strip you naked and ravish you. “i'm going to fuck you in this pool soon.”

that takes you off guard, making you swallow as you try to talk yourself out of it. “that’s unhygienic.. i- i could get an infection or something—“ you stutter, trying to stay calm.

“you'll be the cleanest bitch in town after I finish fucking you.” rafe whispers, rubbing your butt cheeks. he was already imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth as his hand playfully slap your butt. if only you knew how much he wants to strip you and have you bent over the pool deck for a good, long, hard fucking.

“rafe— wait— sarah—“ you attempt to say between kisses.

his fingers dig into you hips, pulling you closer against him, his kiss turning more hungry as his arousal presses against you, his cock throbbing pants. “shut up and let me fuck you.”

you want to protest, to tell him that this is a terrible idea, that sarah will kill you when she finds out. but before you can respond, you have his fingers knuckled deep into your pussy

he devours your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. he could feel your wetness coating his fingers and he couldn't wait to slide that sweet cunny onto his engorged cock.

you leave tiny moans and whimpers into the kiss as he fingers you, shamelessly moving your hips into his hand as your knees bend in pleasure.

he whitdraws his fingers before you can cum, a smirk on his face as he looks at you, his hands on your thighs. "get down on your knees, i wanna fuck you doggy right here.”

his eyes devouring your body as he watched you get into a kneeling position on the edge of the pool deck. he undoes his swimming pants and slides them down, revealing his big, hard and throbbing cock. “spread those legs f’me.”

you do as he says so and he positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds. he reachs around and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it gently as he begings to push into your tight pussy.

you gasp, your pussy gripping his cock tight. “ray..” you whimper, followed by a low groan from him.

he pulls your hair harder, causing you to let out a small whimper. "shhh, baby. i'm gonna make you cum." he begins to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, your plump butt jiggling.

all you can let out are small ah ah ah sounds, and god, that could make him cum right on the spot.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your neck. "i can fucking feel your pussy clenching around me, sweet thing. you want me to fuck you harder? or do you want me to pull out and leave you wet and needy?"

“harder.. harder, ray..” you whine out, the thought of him stopping makes you wanna cry.

without missing a beat, he thrust into you harder, pounding your soaking wet pussy. the sounds of his hips slapping against your plump butt combined with your small and needy whimpers filled the air. “look at you.. taking your best friend’s brother balls deep inside you..”

your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. ”ray!” you moan out, your pussy clenching.

feeling the sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his cock as you reach your peak, he pulled your head back even further and slammed into you one last time, holding you there as he came inside you with a long grunt. "i fucking told you i was going to make you cum."

small whimpers are leaving your mouth, feeling his warm and sticky cum dump inside you and his lips attacking your neck, all while still coming down from your high.

he stayed inside you for a while, waiting until his panting calms down. after a while he gently pulled out, leaving a mess of his cum in your wrecked pussy. "there's my good girl."

even though you’re completely fucked out, you still somehow manage to get up on your knees, turn around and hug him, seeking out comfort.

feeling your small body against his, he pulled you into a tight hug, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck session. his voice was deep and soothing as he soothed you in his arms. "come here, my little mess."

divider creds here

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x you #drew starkey #best friends brother #prettyg1rlstears #blurbs𐙚

[gl1tteryzebra]

Rafe teaching u how to touch urself and make urself cum

🧟‍♀️grrrr this is so bfb!rafe coded...I love it, thanks anon! (was not proofread)

it's not like he meant to eavesdrop, you just happen to have an extraordinary loud mouth.

but now that he was here, back pressed against the hallway that led into the kitchen as you blabber about your situation, how unsatisfied, how used you felt— rafe realised that he was indeed being invasive. he couldn’t help it. your admission keeps circulating around his head like a damn mantra– no guy has ever been bothered to make you cum.

maybe they didn’t know how to— the blonde briefly surmised —but even still this alternate was no less of a disgrace.

you were a friend of the family, but mostly one to sarah. rafe was fairly indifferent to you as a kid, your presence at tannyhill so common that you became a consistent part of his life, something to expect...that was until you transformed into a woman.

suddenly you were flouncing around in the shortest skirts, tits half hanging out of skimpy bathing suits, batting those long eyelashes up at him like some lost puppy in desperate need of guidance. it drove him crazy, thwarted his sleep, consumed his waking mind. but now he has leverage, an excuse to finally act on his depraved thoughts– and you best bet he pounced at the opportunity.

“nah, don’t be closin’ those pretty eyes. watch.”

he had you perched on his lap, legs pliantly spread before his wardrobe mirror. it was a sight for sore eyes, your leaking hole clenching sporadically around nothing as his fingertips danced along the expanse of your inner thigh– teasing.

“see how fuckin' sensitive you are? bet you would cum if I just told you to," his lips stretched into a impish smirk as you writhed, a meek mewl clawing its way out of your throat– his crass words turning you to putty. "but you gotta learn for yourself, don't you?"

you nodded, sighing in relief as he finally ventured further, dipping his index finger inside your walls slowly. his other hand held your chin, ensuring your attention did not wander. "can't have these assholes leavin' you disappointed, this fuckin' wet."

"ah– rafe," you cried out as he added another, head thrashing from side to side in an attempt to evade the wave of pleasure that crashed upon you. it was silly to think he'd allow that, reminding you to be good with a warning nip to the neck.

"this parts important, kay? watch." you did to the best of your ability, glossy eyes directed intently at his thumb as it swirled around your puffy button, applying a gentle pressure.

"feels good, huh?" his cadence dropped into something dark and undeniably sultry. "how about this?"

you gasped in surprise as his fingers lodged within the warmth of your walls began to crook forward, tapping something that sent you crooning.

"so-so good!" came your choked reply

"think you could do it yourself? make yourself cum on your fingers?" he chuckled, genuinely tickled, as you looked at him as though he hung the stars and moon in the sky– brain completely empty. "nah, didn't think so. that's al'ight, keep watching I'll show you."

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚ (got a lil lazy towards the end, soz)

#rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #obx smut #divider by @fairytopea

[nevsbunny]

favourite : rafe cameron fics 🚬

this will be a growing post where I will add more over time. I do take fic recommendations too. Don't be afraid to submit some.

Toxic!rafe by @rafecameroninterlude

angst | cheating

The pool deck by @prettyg1irlstears

smut | bfb!rafe

drabble by @prettypinkprincessa

love this drabble<3

sleepover champion by @sunniepoo

pure fluff

the red means I love you by @rafesmuse

smut, murder | 5k words

frate!rafe x tutor!reader doing selfcare Sunday by @rafecameroninterlude

fluff | drabble<3

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #nevsbunny #⊹ ⋆꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

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[cal-flakes]

prompt twenty-one with brother's bestfriend!rafe (idk if you've got an idea for this prompt already but mine would be that reader says this to rafe 'cause he's unsure to finally take the step to kiss her since she's sarah's best friend)

i love your writing to the moon and back!!

╰┈➤ prompt twenty-one, bfb!rafe

warnings: light swearing, a tad nsfw at the end

“hi..” she whispered as she leant against the door frame, causing him to jump slightly. “hey, what you’ doing in here?” he asked, the corner of his lip curling slightly at the sight of her. “well, sarah’s asleep, and i can’t sleep, so i thought i’d come see you..” she grinned, tiptoeing across the room to perch on the opposite end of the bed.

“you wanted to come see me?” he queried, shocked at the confidence behind her voice. “mhm, is that a problem?” she joked, pulling her lip between her teeth as she lay on the bed, propping herself up to look at him.

chuckling, rafe shook his head as he lay back against the headboard, fixing his eyes on hers. “no problem at all, you have a fun girls night?”

“it was great, but sarah’s flat out now, so i’m bored..” she sighed, fidgeting with her hands. “what’d you do? talk about boys, gossip about girls?” he teased, allowing his eyes to linger on hee exposed thighs for a split second. “we’re not children rafe, but to answer your question, yes we did” she stated, tilting her head proudly as she giggled. scoffing, rafe shook his head, quickly turning away to hide the small scowl threatening his lips.

“what’s the matter, you jealous?” she giggled, amused at the idea. “maybe i am, so what?” he argued back playfully, nudging her ribcage with his knee. “oooh, big scary rafe cameron’s all jealous” she mocked him as she shuffled further up the bed.

“yeah whatever, you should go back before sarah catches you, y’know fraternising with the enemy and all” he smirked, instinctively moving closer as he propped his head up on his hand. “why, you scared?” she snipped, smirking back at him. scoffing once more, he inhaled deeply before reaching his arm out to cup her face, causing her to lean into his touch. “this’ look scared to you?”

her smirk never faltered as she pushed herself up onto her knees, confidently moving to straddle his waist. “no, does this?” she retorted.

humming in response, he leant in as he tangled a hand into her hair. following suit, she began closing the space between them until he suddenly pulled away, a menacing grin on his face. rolling her eyes, she pulled back, scowling at him. “fucking kiss me, asshole” she muttered, this time throwing her arms around his neck to pull him in.

“oh, you’re going to regret that” he growled, pushing himself into her as their lips met.

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[princessbrunette]

brother’s best friend!rafe is on my mind every minute of every day 😵‍💫 fucking in the most obvious places & reader is trying her absolute best to not make a sound, but rafe isn’t having it - he literally goes to POUND TOWNNN & the moans just pour out her poor mouth !!! :(

also, can i be clawdeen wolf anon? (i love monster high❤️‍🔥).

i misread the request i know i know pls

🎀🩰♡🌸୭

“i swear, you wanna get caught, don’t you? yeah, that shit gets you off, doesn’t it?” rafe pants, his dresser banging against the wall rhythmically from where you’re sat on top of it, his hips thrusting into you. he hadn’t even shut his bedroom door.

you’d been outside with sarah all day, lounging by the pool. rafe wasn’t that discreet about his attraction towards you, wandering out onto the the porch to stare you down in your little bikini. sarah had quickly shooed him away, yelling something about him being a perv which he didn’t deny — turning back around in disinterest with an eye roll, sipping his drink as he meanders back inside. but now, after you’d told her you had to grab something from your bag in her room — she’d left you to her own devices inside tannyhill.

“no! we — we can’t, i feel— mmph— feel terrible!” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he destroys your little cunt, bikini bottoms pushed to the side, toes curling at his lower back.

“really? really. ‘cos to me it seems like you feel pretty good.” he whispers, smirk threatening to twitch at his lips as he switches over to rolling his lips languidly instead of thrusting incessantly. your jaw drops, forehead falling to press to his shoulder and you watch him fuck into you, whining as quietly as your body will allow you.

“she can’t know.” you reiterate in a shameful whisper, trembling when his hand presses between you, thumbing at your clit.

“wont know unless you tell ‘er.” he pants, speeding up again chasing his own high. “hey, you’re the one that likes sneakin’ around so much maybe we should tell her huh? — oh saraaaah!” he calls fairly loudly, turning his face to the open door knowing his sister was outside, likely not to hear him.

you gasp anyway, slapping at his chest making him lose his rhythm and he chuckles boyishly, grabbing you a little tighter so you stop fighting him. “you’re fine.” he reassures, lips hovering over yours as he continues to fuck you, about to kiss you.

“the fuck do you want rafe?” sarah’s voice is suddenly not far at all, half way up the stairs and your eyes widen in panic, shoving him away and jumping off the dresser. he presses his lips together in irritation, yanking his shorts up, sure to tuck his erectjon the right way, so that it wasn’t apparent. as her footsteps draw closer to the already open door, rafe grabs you by the shoulders and stuffs you behind it — opening the door fully to conceal you. she arrives, and he comes up with some bullshit excuse, saying he didn’t need to ask her what he was going to ask before.

she asks if he’s seen you and he shrugs, probably way too exaggerated and theatrical with his mouth turned downwards.

“why the hell would i know where she is, huh?”

sarah’s eyes subconsciously glance around his room. “she said she was coming upstairs to get something from her bag. did you say something to her? it’s bad enough you stare at her all the time like a total creep, but i swear to god rafe if you said anything to—”

“the fuck are you pointing fingers for? i said i haven’t seen her.” he argues back, more convincing this time. “last time i did see her in the house, she was saying she didn’t feel too good. maybe you just missed her.” he explains slowly, calmly. you barely breathe behind the door.

the explanation wasn’t quite adding up, and sarah’s brows furrow, eyeing her older brother. he stares back, knowing if he looks away it’ll be a cause of concern. she’s distracted by his overall appearance, the usually well groomed boy stood before her a little sweaty and red in the face, hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead.

“whats up with you?” she asks in disgust and he rolls his eyes, waving her away.

“nothing is up with m— get out of my room, go.” he walks her back and she rolls her eyes, storming away.

“i’m not in your room, idiot.”

“shutup.”

he watched her disappear before slowly closing the door, turning to you with a growing smirk.

“i’m going to hell.” you whisper.

“well until then, she thinks you’ve headed home so… guess i got you to myself for the rest of the evening.” he closes in on you, pressing your back to the door and cupping you over your bikini bottoms once more, free hand pawing at your tit. “gotta be quiet though, alright? stakes are higher now. don’t wanna ruin all the fun.”

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#clawdeen wolf anon #rafe cameron prompt #bfb!rafe

[dark-fics-4-you]

I BEGGG do the Sarah’s best friend x rafe one bfb! rafe just hits different

What do u mean by bfb?

#asks 🤍

[stxrslut]

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ~

⚡︎ JJ Maybank

⚡︎ stepbro!jj

⚡︎ dealer!jj

⚡︎ pervybsf!jj

⚡︎ bbf!jj

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

⚡︎ Rafe Cameron

⚡︎ stepbro!rafe

⚡︎ frat!rafe

⚡︎ pervybsf!rafe

⚡︎ bfb!rafe

⚡︎ bbf!rafe

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

⚡︎ John B Routledge

⚡︎ bbf!john b

⚡︎ daddy!john b

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

⚡︎ jj x John b x reader

⚡︎ jj x Rafe x reader

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

please feel free to suggest any other au’s or situations u want me to write for !! I love trying new things sometimes ~

#blog info !! #star speaks ⚡︎ #chatting ᯓ★

[maybanksbabe]

more best friends brother!rafe!!!😍

maybe them getting caught by sarah or top finding out and telling her 😩

OOOHH MY GOD TOP FINDING THEM FIRST AND TATTLING TO SARAH????!!!??! THE DRAMA!!????!

Idk what else you want to talk about with BFB!Rafe but I feel like it starts simply enough; squeezing past him in the kitchen just a little too close. The teasing remarks and heated conversations where neither of you want to back down or break eye contact. And eventually I feel like it all builds to this massive moment where you both just decide to throw caution to the wind and end up fucking in his room, which happens to be on a night you're meant to be on a study sleepover with Sarah 🫢🫢

#rafe cameron x reader #bfb!rafe #libra speaks

[prettyg1irlstears]

masterlist ──★ ˙ ̟🐇 !!

rafe cameron ᡣ𐭩

bsf!rafe kissing you

bsf!rafe teaching you not to be a pillow princess

fwb!rafe falling for you

bf!rafe comforting you on your period

twitter links

the pool deck (bfb!rafe)

bf!rafe comforting pillow princess!reader

bf!rafe x shy pillow princess!reader

bf!rafe comforting neglected crybaby!reader

jj maybank ᡣ𐭩

bf!jj texting you

obx boys ᡣ𐭩

them reacting to you texting them instead of your friend

#masterlist #prettyg1rlstears

[princessbrunette]

being sarah’s bff equals lots n lots of girlie nights !! so, of course, you’re comfortable enough to prance around tannyhill in short shorts n lil lacy camis after years of spending days n nights there !!

you’ve always thought of rafe as sarah’s mean big brother, nothing more n nothing less, so you tend to avoid him. he’s intimidating, yk !! besides, sarah’s warned you about staying away - “he ruins everything” she claims.

but rafe? rafe swears you know exactly what you’re doing when you’re roaming the halls in your shorts and cami that don’t leave a whole lot to his imagination, but then he gets you alone & realizes you really don’t have the slightest idea about what you’re doing :( so, he’s gotta teach you a lesson about wearing that shit around his house, right?

(also, please may i be 🐋 or 🍇 anon? pls n thank uu <3)

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sarah’s fast asleep in her humid bedroom, and you were too — before the loud credit music to the 2000s girly rom com you were watching woke you up. you were disorientated, warm, sitting up and squinting in the dark with a dry throat. you figured everyone would be in bed right now, it would be fine if you snuck down the stairs in your little pink lace cami and shorts to fetch yourself a drink.

he must’ve heard you go down, because there’s no way it was a coincidence that rafe appeared in the doorway, watching you down a glass of water, elbows leaning casually against the counter as you chug it down, practically bent over. he eyed you unabashedly, strolling over to the fridge beside you checking out your ass before turning to pull out a beer, cracking it open.

“you should be asleep.” he drawls, deadpan. he was never the conversationalist.

you pull your lips away from the glass, panting a little — mouth wet and breathless, making his dick twitch. “i was asleep. just got thirsty.” you turn to him politely, clearly having no idea how slutty you looked when you reach your fingers up to wipe the water droplets off your bottom lip and chin. you miss a drip, and it trails down your neck and chest. his eyes follow it.

“hm.”

“why can’t i be awake? does the kitchen close at midnight?” you smile, and it’s friendly, lighthearted even but his jaw ticks none the less, turning his attention to you as he takes a sip of beer, afterwards setting it down on the counter.

“no, just not used to having people roam around my house so late. ‘specially uh, especially not dressed like that.” he nods down at your get up in disapproval and you frown, looking down at yourself.

“these are my pyjamas?”

“those are two scraps of fabric.” he retorts, turning back to the fridge to close it after having left it open.

“whats wrong with them?” you tilt your head, all innocent like a kicked puppy and he actually has no idea if it was all an act or if you were truly this naive. he was looking forward to finding out.

“whats wrong with— okay, first of all— i shouldn’t have to come into my kitchen and see my little sisters best friends ass cheeks fallin’ out of her shorts.”

“s’not just your kitchen.” you interject sulkily, looking down at your feet. he steps closer with an impatient squint, gesturing around.

“you see anyone else around? my dad? no. i’m the man of the house now, alright? you’re a guest here, so you should really be listening to me.”

you look up at him, eyes glassy and doe like. it pauses him in his tracks, giving you the chance to speak.

“why’re you so mean to me, rafe? i actually don’t mind you that much, even despite the things sarah says.” you pout. he licks his lips, looking away with a sigh as he composes himself.

“well you’re smart not to listen to that girl. she’s fucking… she’s sarah.” he rolls his eyes, bringing a hand to his forehead to rub at it like he did when he was frustrated. “and i dont dislike you, okay?” he enunciates each consonant. “if i didn’t like you i would let you do whatever the hell you want ‘cos i wouldn’t give a shit. alright? i want you to be better. do well. s’why i gotta…” he gently places hands on your hips, waiting for any objections or resistance before turning you around to face the counter after being met with none. “i gotta guide you, yeah? teach you a lesson.” with that, he presses a hand on your back, gently easing you down to bend over the counter.

“what are you doin’, rafe? sarah’s upstairs.”

“i really… really don’t care.”

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#🍇 anon #rafe cameron prompt #bfb!rafe