Texting Bf!rafe

texting bf!rafe <3 pt. 4

part 1 here | part 2 here | part 3 here

i love it when he’s a little sassy shit 🤭

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✘ = smut

— RAFE CAMERON

♡ How Rafe would treat you each season... / headcanons

♡ Rafe x Reader GF Rafe spoils you by buying you books / fluff

♡ Rafe x Shy GF Reader / fluff, suggestive How Rafe treats his shy girlfriend...

♡ Blood Pact / Jealous!Rafe x Reader Connecting your blood with Rafes as a promise to be his forever

✘ Rafe takes care of you after a horrible dinner with his family / smut

♡ A whole day of Rafe spoiling you 🛍

♡ Scary? My God, you're divine Telling Rafe you love him for the first time...

♡ Rafe & hickeys

SOCIAL MEDIA

♡ Texting bf!Rafe part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

♡ Snaps with bf!Rafe

♡ Readers stories with bf!Rafe

— JJ MAYBANK

SOCIAL MEDIA

♡ Texting bf!JJ

— THEODORE NOTT

♡ Dating Theo headcanons

♡ You're the best I ever had, you're the worst I ever had You and Theo used to be close but you aren't anymore, he gets your attention by being mean to you / angst (good ending)

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! I DO write smut ! Please do NOT request a specific name for the reader, it's "x reader" for a reason 😭 (I try to avoid using Y/N most of the time)

no thoughts just frat boy!rafe

Scary? My God, you’re divine ❤️‍🩹

Rafe Cameron x Reader

First time telling Rafe that you love him after a panic attack caused by Ward

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─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

He’d come to your house, all soaked from rain head to toe but you could still tell his face was wet for a completely different reason, his eyes bloodshot from crying and pupils blown from drugs.

“Hey,” he managed to mumble and you took him in immediately, he hugged you tight, crushing your small body in his large arms, his nose burried into your neck, small sobs escaping him.

You’d be the only person he’d open up to. Ever.

He’d cry and sob and shake and tell you how much of a failure he is, how he let his dad down again, how he only fucked things up, how useless he was and you’d tell him he was perfect in your eyes and how happy you were that he was in your life.

“I don’t deserve you…” he’d mumble after a long time of him sobbing into your shirt.

“You do. You always have, Rafe,” you ran your hand down his back, “you need to change, or you’ll get sick.” You mumbled and tugged on his wet clothes.

You gave him his old shirt and shorts that you kept a long time ago. Later that night you’d force him to eat something and drink a lot of water (it helped with the withdrawal), you’d sit in his lap and allow him to just wrap his arms around you and breathe and kiss your neck.

You eventually got to bed, made out for a while and told him to get some much needed sleep, both your arms and legs wrapped around his body and your steady breathing brushing against his shoulder.

“Do I scare you?” He asked out of nowhere, leaving the worry to float above both of you in the dark.

You supported your body weight on your elbow, looking at him, at least trying to in the black room.

“I love you,” you mumbled ever so gently, running your fingers through his hair, hoping that was enough of an answer. Rafe froze for a second, but before you knew it he pulled you in by squeezing your neck, kissing you hungrily, passionately.

“I…” he mumbled between kisses, biting your lips in the process, “love you too. S’ much.” He admitted out loud.

You giggled and his stomach twisted, kissing you again and again and again and then your collarbone and neck. He’d never thought he’d be saying these words out loud ever. But here you were, making his head dizzy.

I love you, I love you, I love you, he repeated as he kept kissing and biting your skin.

the difference in the way you talented people write rafe vs the way that boy is in the show is diabolical

Rafe has a thing for hickies. No, actually he’s obsessed with marking you up. Always making sure your neck, chest, stomach, thighs and breasts are covered in his bites.

And he loves that you can’t always hide them. How could you, in the hot OBX weather. You eventually get used to it.

He loves it when guys stare at them, his love bites on his girl. He loves it when you scold him after a heated make-out session and wince when you run your fingers over them.

And not just hickies. He has a thing for every visible mark on your or his body. Your scratches on his back. Your bruised knees. Sometimes he’ll just bite down on your arm or shoulder while you’re messing around because why not?

Your bruised wrists from him holding your hands above your head a little too hard, marks from where his hand squeezed your flesh too much. His swollen lips from how much you kissed him.

He’s so obsessed with you, let it be seen.

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