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incest
urial/feces kinks
rape/noncon (unless briefly mentioned)
necrophillia
raptophilia
will write:
sfw/nsfw
stepcest
bondage
intoxicated sex
somnophillia
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from middle school all the way to high school rafe would always buy you your ubers home after late nights at his house (even before you guys were dating), no matter the circumstance. i mean it didn’t help that you lived on the other side of the island but in the end it didn’t matter.
you would tell him that you could catch a ride or take your bike but day after another he would reply with the same thing.
“Listen baby, uber or your staying.”
when you guys first started dating you weren’t used to getting treated like this so you refused so much where he went against his dad said to him when he first realized that she lived in the cut that he had to pick you up and drive you home himself.
after your 20th birthday that he let you throw at his house you expected nothing more than a uber home or maybe a special drive but when you went outside to see a white jeep matching his own black one you nearly screamed
“i know you said you can’t afford one but i wanted to get you something special, there’s a few things more for you in the car as well.”
inside the car there was a prepaid gas card, chocolates, a gift card to your fav restaurant and a sign that said look behind you
there he was down on one knee asking you to be his wife.
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College au: Rafe x Sweet!Reader….they share classes together and are therefor….aqquinted? Not like friends or anything but they share a class. Rafe has a crush on her. Because he does not know if his attraction towards her is wanted, he tries to hide it not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but instead comes of rude. He overcompensates by turning his body away from her, actively ignoring her or speaking to other people first in a group, trying not to interact with her, because he’s just soooo paranoid about coming across as creepy/or being obvious. Reader (unknown to him, has a crush too) and feels super hurt and rejected that he can¨t seem to stand her, wondering what is wrong with her and it gets even more hard for Rafe to keep it together when they get paired up for a project
rafe didn’t hate you.
if anything, that’s the problem.
because hating you would be easier than this—this constant awareness, this unbearable pull every time you’re near.
if he hated you, he wouldn’t have to stop himself from looking, wouldn’t have to force his hands to stay still when he sees you fidgeting with a stubborn pen cap or brushing stray hair behind your ear.
but he’s not supposed to like you. not in a way that makes him think about you at random hours or makes his stomach twist when you laugh at something someone else said.
SUMMARY: your entire life rafe had been giving you roses in different colours, but you never knew what he really wanted to say
WORD COUNT: 3956
GENRE: fluff
CONTENT WARNING: english is NOT my first language, soft!rafe cameron, oblivious!reader
rafe cameron was the kind of kid who never sat still. always running, climbing, jumping off something too high just to prove he could. but there was one thing he always slowed down for: you.
you didn’t know why, back then. it wasn’t like you’d done anything special. you were just the girl who lived two houses down, the one who tagged along on all his adventures because you were good at keeping up. you’d follow him through the woods behind the cameron house, across the sandy dunes near the water, and even onto the roof of the clubhouse his dad had built in their backyard.
but every so often, he’d stop, like he’d remembered something important, and he’d disappear for a minute or two.
the first time it happened, you were seven. you’d been playing hide-and-seek in the cameron yard, and you’d been crouched behind the garden shed for what felt like forever, waiting for him to find you. when he finally did, he was grinning, his hair messy and sticking to his forehead. in his hand was a single yellow rose.