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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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Rafe stared at you with such intensity that the rooms atmosphere shifted. You knew you messed up so you didn’t say a word.
“Jesus, y/n” he pushes himself off the bed and stalks closer to you. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay put!” You start backing away from him slowly until you hit the wall. Rafes eyes darken as he gets closer. You bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything, knowing you’ll regret it.
Rafes hand shoots up and grips your throat, not tightly, but enough to bring your face only mere inches away from his. His thumb comes up to outline your lips and his head cocks to one side. “If you ever fucking leave again, there’s not a single person on this island who can save you from me”
Your eyes slam shut. Your legs wobble from the way his threat makes them shake. “I-“ you try to speak up but he shuts you up.
“I need your eyes and ears, not your fucking mouth” he spits the sentence out like he hates you, and it only makes your skin tingle with excitement. You should hate this. You should hate how possessive he is.
It’s toxic.
When your eyes open you find his jaw clenched. He grabs your face between his hands and pulls you closer as your lips crash, the kiss full of hate.
You kiss him back. Moving your tongue past his lips and letting it glide against his. He groans into your welcoming mouth, and picks you up off your feet. Your legs wrap around him. His hands move all over your body, touching every surface of skin.
“Fuck these clothes” he rasps out.
His lips are back on yours as he walks the two of you to the bed and throws you down onto it. You sit up and start reaching for the hem of your shirt but Rafes hands are on it before you get the chance to pull it off, doing it for you. He goes for your ankles next, pulling you down and it’s only a couple minutes until you’re completely naked while he’s still fully dressed.
Rafe lowers himself until his mouth hovers over your bare pussy, his hot breath leaving goosebumps and making you wither with want and need. He grip your ass so hard, you know they’ll be marks, and he starts devouring you like your the best fucking meal he’s ever had.
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scrumptious. delicious. i am salivating.
rafe’s always touching you.
the first time he did it was on your first date—dinner at a fancy restaurant on the beach followed by a walk on the soft sand. he picks you up in his truck and you’re wearing something pretty and short, how you guessed he’d like. rafe keeps a firm, yet gentle grip on your thigh while he drives.
you wonder if it’s a little forward for a first date—because after all, it’s only been a week since you first met him at the beach, when he bought you a lemonade and talked to you like he already knew everything about you, before jj interrupted.
rafe parks his truck and hops out while you pull down the mirror in his passenger seat so you can apply another layer of lip gloss. you haven’t even undone your seat belt when he swings around, opening the door for you. you smile at him sweetly, thinking about how he’s such a gentleman. another thought floats around your head—how wrong your friends were about him.
he takes your hand into his to help you get down, and his other hand floats around your hip incase you stumble. holds onto your wrist while the two of you walk into the restaurant, presses his fingers into your shoulder after he finishes pushing in your seat for you. during dinner, you’re sure he’d find some other way to touch you if you weren’t already playing footsie with him under the table.
after dinner he takes you for ice cream and keeps his arm swung around your shoulder while the two of you walk around the beach, watching the sunset. when he kisses you, he puts both hands on your face, holding you between them while your lips are attached to his.
maybe it is a little forward, but you never think about it again—that’s just how rafe is. warm to the touch, deeply possessive, he likes making sure everyone knows who you belong to. you don’t dwell on it much, in fact, you like it, more than you could have imagined.
he guides you with one hand on your lower back, moves you through the crowd at the country club. everyone gets out of the way when he’s walking by, anyways, but he likes to make sure you’re not getting pushed around by some drunk idiot or star-struck waiter. with him always by your side, you feel safer, protected, at peace. no one tries to bother you anymore, with annoying boys turning around the second they see who the arm around your back belongs to. you think even adults are treating you better, with the way the lady at the shop runs around trying to cater to you, the way the waiter at dinner dashes to get you another lemonade.
you feel bad, since it feels strange. you don’t want to be treated any differently. but with the way rafe spoils you and how nice everything with him is, you wonder if you could get used to this.
you accompany him to house parties, hand rubbing your back soothingly while he’s drinking a beer. you’re half asleep on his shoulder, not used to these types of kook parties where everyone is snorting powder off of glass and mirrors instead of smoking on the beach. one of his friends says something that you can barely understand in your sleepy state, but you see him gesturing at you and hear a laugh. it’s almost automatic—rafe’s touch gets harder by tenfold. he says something low and quiet. “why’re you even looking at her?”
“just a joke, rafe, take it easy-”
“get the fuck outta here before i put your head through the table, asshole.”
you keep him company when he’s working, or at least doing whatever it is that he calls work with barry. you sit on the couch, legs sprawled across his lap and his hand on your ankle, fingers messing with the little anklet he got you—no R pendant matching the one around your neck but rather a pretty yellow stone, rafe’s birthstone. your nose is buried in your book, flipping through the pages when you hear something that catches your attention.
“you really wanna have this talk in front of your girl, country club?”
you could try to be inconspicuous, but it wouldn’t work for a second. rafe would see right through you if you lied to him, and as a result, you’ve never even attempted to do so.
you lower your book so your eyes are visible, glancing between your boyfriend and barry. rafe turns to look at you, fingers still on your anklet. you worry he’ll break it with the way he plays with it. then he turns, pulling out headphones from his pocket and offering them to you. you look between the two boys one more time, wondering if you should say something. you ultimately decide against it.
you put them on and blast the music, going back to your book. you only look up one more time, when rafe is gripping your ankle so hard it hurts. you jerk your foot against him, making him loosen his touch. he rubs the skin he’s just bruised the rest of the time you’re there.
when the two of you are walking back to his truck, probably headed back to his place for the night, he brings you in for a hug the way always does, arm around your neck, pulling you close. he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“you were real good in there,” he murmurs against your hair. you’re a little confused, looking up at him for some clarity.
“hm?”
“nothing, kid. get in the car.”
he drives you home, fingers tapping on your knee the whole drive. when you get to tannyhill, he doesn’t even let your feet hit the ground before scooping you into his arms like a bride, carrying you up to his bedroom.
he holds your hair when you get on your knees in front of him. he grips your thighs when he eats you out. but you think your favorite touch from rafe is when you’re in his lap, your tits against his chest, his arms wrapped around your back, foreheads touching and lips glued together, when every part of you is touching every part of him.
when the two of you are done, you collapse on the bed next to him. he moves your head so you’re laying on his chest, hand resting above his heart, legs tangled with his, fingers playing with each other.
yeah, you think in your fucked-out state. i could get use to this.
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rafe forcing reader to ride his thigh but shes rlly nervous 🥺 love your work baeeee
Disobedience
“Baby Girl, look how needy you are.” I cup her ass in her shorts, giving it a firm squeeze as she continues to kiss my neck.
“Rafe, please, I need you.” She whines, attempting to grind herself on my lap. An idea hits me and I release my hold on her ass, letting her dry hump me again.
“You wanna cum, baby?” I say into her ear and she shudders, rocking quicker.
“Ride my thigh and you can.” I smirk as she gives a defeated whine, clearing needing more from me.
“Rafe, I need your dick inside me. Please. I’m begging you.” She cries and I push her back firmly, gripping her chin so she’s forced to look at me with big puppy dog eyes. I hated the pouting. I was tempted to push her off my lap.
“You take what I give you. If it’s not enough then get out.” I bite out and her expression waivers with her eyes lowering. I jerk her chin and she looks back at me.
“Well?” I demand and she nods. “Words.” I grind down on my teeth. Nothing pissed me off more than a disobedient brat.
“Yes, sir.” She whispers. I release her chin and lounge back on the couch, letting my arms rest on the back as she positions herself to straddle one of my thighs.
“Take your clothes off. I want you to leave a nice wet spot so I know you’re not faking it.” I would’ve let her keep her clothes on if she hadn’t pissed me off. She hesitates only a moment before slowly standing, glancing around nervously as a blush settles in on her cheeks. I take a moment to enjoy her nakedness after she’s discarded all her clothes followed by her bra and panties before tapping my thigh for her to sit back down.
Her hands come up to hold onto my shoulders as she slowly starts to grind her pussy against my slacks. Her eyes fall closed as she gets lost in the feeling. I wanted to touch and help her but there was something so hot about making her use me to get herself off.
“That’s it. My good girl.” I praise her and she whimpers, grinding on me quicker.
“That feel good on your pussy?” I place a kiss to her neck as she presses her tits to my chest, her movements growing rougher.
“Yes.” She whines, one of her hands moving to pinch her nipple. I reach between us to stroke her enough to coat my fingers then bring them to my mouth for a taste. My touch has her crying out, nearing her climax.
“Come on, baby. You’re so close. I know you want my cock inside you. Keep going. Just think about my thick, fat cock inside that tight little pussy. Stretching you out so good you cry while milking my cum from me.” My dirty words send her over the edge with a choked cry, my leg growing wet from her release. I smile when her eyes open. A thin layer of sweat coats her back as I wrap my arms around her and brush the hair off her neck and face.
“Such a good girl. Now get my cock out and sit on it. You want to act like a spoiled brat, you can fuck us both while I sit back and watch.”
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Hey can you do a Percy Jackson x reader where Percy orders the reader to spread her legs, thanks
✦ pairing: percy jackson (18+) x fem!reader
✦ smut warnings: oral (reader receiving), dom!percy, overstimulation, mentions of multiple orgasms (reader receiving), Percy being rough and demanding.
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Percy has you sprawled over the couch, your body dripping with sweat as he works you through your fourth orgasm. Your pussy is so sensitive, legs shaking and closing around his head. His thumb is heavy on your clit, swirling the nerve in circles while his tongue teases your entrance.
“Keep them open, love,” Percy warns, pushing your legs open with a rough hand. He pushes your hips down against the couch, keeping you locked in place while his tongue flicks your clit again.
“Percy,” you whine, back arching and chest heaving from heavy pants. Your orgasm is approaching fast, and he knows it. Using his other hand, he pushes two fingers inside you, thrusting them rough and fast. You’re whimpering, moaning, writhing before him — body caving in from how sensitive you are.
“I said,” he growls, leaning away from your pussy. Percy roughly pushes your legs open once again,” keep them open. Do not make me ask you again.”
“Y-yes, sir,” you stutter, voice hoarse from all the moaning.
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— freshly manicured feet padded against the floorboards as you neared his office, extra careful to avoid the squeaky ones, hesitant to disrupted the quiet taps of rafe’s fingers against his laptop. as though you were your own worst enemy, you winced, losing your balance — heel driving directly into one of the few boards that was known to creek.
“thought you went to bed kid” he muttered, eyes refusing to withdraw from his screen whilst his lips pulled together in focus. despite his distant mumbles, you followed through, head poking around the door with a meek expression, pushing him to relent.
your eyes gleamed as his pulled away from his work —finally. “m’busy doll, wha’s up” he sighed, allowing his shoulders to relax into the cushioned chair for the first time that day. taking his sudden ease as an invitation, your tip-toes turned into skips, quickly finding your self stood between his legs as he gazed up at you. “jus’ missed you rafey, haven’t seen you much t’day” you all but pleaded, yearn laced in your words.
a condescending snort left you frowning as your fingers toyed with the hem of your fluffy robe. “s’that right?” he smirked, snaking an arm around your bare thigh before pulling you closer effortlessly. “mhm”
“c’mere, m’almost done” he assured as he adjusted himself on the seat, allowing you to slot your knees in beside him. “good girl, won’t be long, alright kid?” he huffed, pressing a gentle peck to your neck as you nuzzled into his, nodding softly as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.
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omg !! rate (dealer or not i don't mind !!) spoiling reader after she's had a tough n emotional week :( projecting rn !! ilysm and ur writing is amazing !!
so sorry it’s so late! i’ve only just started properly writing again :( love ya
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— “y’okay kid?” a gruff mutter echoed from outside the bathroom as you lay still, eyes so focused yet so withdrawn as you watched the way your fingers floated in the now lukewarm bath rafe had run earlier. huffing meekly in agreement, you listened intently as his footsteps shifted, lingering for a moment. “be back soon, alright doll?” he called once more, secretly wishing for more than a distant sigh. “m’kay” you whispered, resting your head back against the cool tile.
rafe cameron was many things but never a liar, well — never to you at least. he said he’d be back soon, and back soon he was. yet, it felt like hours till you heard the familiar sound of his heavy footsteps, alongside a not so familiar rustling.
you saw it coming, the stuff knocks on the bathroom door once again, that didn’t mean you were pleased to hear them. the thought of getting out, or even just moving was exhausting, especially after such a long week, or the week of hell as you’d named it earlier, earning a sympathetic chuckle from your love as he adjusted himself in the drivers seat, ready and waiting to pick you up from work.
“c’mon darlin’ you gotta get out now, waters cold” he stated firmly, much unlike his earlier pleas. “m’coming” you huffed. “i’ma leave you to it, meet me downstairs”
it wasn’t uncommon for rafe to be so matter of fact with you anymore, he’d sharp learned that pleas and coaxing does nothing for you, never as beneficial as simply telling you.
patting the last layer of your skincare into your face, you turned slowly to open the bathroom door, eyes widening as quickly as the could as you took in the arrangement on your shared bed — tulips, pink ones specifically, chocolates, all splayed out beautifully, laid carefully beside — a teddy bear?
“rafe?” you queried, feet padding against the cold floor, pace much quicker — bouncier even now that you’d festered for a couple of hours, recharging. “yeah doll?” he hummed from the lounge, throwing his head back over the couch to look at you, lips quick to turn upwards as he noticed the new plush hanging from your grasp. “another one?” you beamed, quickly rounding the cushioned chair, all but diving into his lap — in which he was quick to catch you, placing numerous soft kisses to your freshly combed hair.
“s’nothin, just remembered you said you needed an new addition, n’you’ve had a shit week, jus’ thought it might help..” he spoke, slender fingers raking through your hair as you lay in his lap, glossy lips and glassy eyes peering up at him as though he’d gifted you the moon.
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maybe a story where the reader is clingy to rafe, this is my first time ever requesting something so sorry if it sucks
EEEK i love this shit. it’s a little more blurby rather than a fic but i hope you enjoy <3
╰┈➤ rafe with a clingy girlfriend
warnings: mostly fluff, nsfw, swearing.
rafe cameron absolutely adored having such a clingy girlfriend. having someone so willing to be by his side every second of the day would tug on his heart strings. he loved the way she always had to be touching him no matter the situation. dealing with barry? she’s playing with his fingers as he talks, twisting the gold ring round and round while she’s in her own little world. at a party? she’s sat on his lap, stroking the back of his neck with her freshly done nails (which he paid for, duh)
he could never get annoyed at you for always wanting to be near him, he would never leave you alone if he could help it. on the off chance that he does have to go somewhere without her, he’d send constant texts, checking up on her, aware that she’s probably pouting back at home.
he’d enjoy her need for clinginess so much that he’d probably tie her up or use handcuffs when they’re fucking. desperate to hear her whining and writhing, tears brimming when he refuses to undo the restraints.
rafe would go to the ends of the earth for his needy angel.
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sorry for spamming your acc i’ve js been obsessed with your fics!! i was thinking like reader only just getting used to Rafe spoiling her and then overhearing people call her like a gold digger and going back to not wanting him to spend as much as a cent on her and crying that people think of her that way and him comforting her and assuring her he WANTS to spend his money on her and takes her on a shopping spree the next day or something? idek, ignore this if you don’t like it ❤️
╰┈➤ spoil you
warnings: cursing, threats (sort of)
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hot tears trickled down her flushed face as her hands struggled, furiously shoving the lavish materials back into their rightful bags. ‘she’s just using him’ — the words cut and nipped at her as they did laps in her mind, spitefully. she couldn’t see the jealousy in those same words through teary eyes, she almost believed them. what am i doing? she thought.
exhaling deeply, she sat back against her bed, her fingers threading through the plush carpet as her eyes scanned the shopping bags before her. dollars upon dollars lay before her, scattered around her bedroom, hidden by the paper wearing all of the expensive names. dior, chanel, versace and so on. her hands moved to squeeze and pinch at her own skin, desperately wishing to be out of it. she felt disgusting, how could she let such a sweet boy do this for her? how could such a shallow girl wear such materials?
her racing thoughts were quickly distracted by the heavy footsteps on the stairs, coming to a stop outside her bedroom door.
“y/n? baby? you ready to go?” the voice asked so calmly, blissfully unaware of the mess on the other side. through sniffles, y/n quickly wiped away the remaining tears. “i—um, i don’t think i want to go..” she muttered, just loud enough for a frown to pull at his features.
he tilted his head, unbeknownst to her as he moved to the handle, working quickly to shove the door open. rafe’s mouth fell agape as he rushed towards her frame, curled up on the floor, tear marks painting the beautiful dress he’d requested she wore to their date that day.
“sweetheart, what’s wrong? did someone upset you?” he cooed, yet the gruff, threatening undertone didn’t go unnoticed. shaking her head, she relaxed into his touch as he slotted himself next to her, pulling her head into his sweater clad chest. “then why are you crying baby?”
catching her breath, her eyes moved to the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes as if she’d burst into tears once again. “do you— do you think i’m using you?” y/n whimpered, blinking away any tears threatening to spill. rafe’s eyebrows knit together as he craned his neck to look down at her, all sorts of questions filling his mind.
“my sweet girl— what are you talking about? ‘course i don’t” he soothed, reaching a steady hand to cup her cheek. “why would you say that?”
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after a good, long hour of more tears and an abundance of reassurance, rafe had finally managed to calm the flow of tears seeping through his sweater, through the art of forehead kisses and soft words.
“baby, what have i told you about listening to such spiteful words? huh? you are in no way a brat, or using me, or shallow, m’kay?” he sighed, pulling his lips into a thin line. “i buy you these things—“ gesturing to the mountains of bags and teddy bears, “because i want the absolute best for you, i want you to feel good, i want you to feel so unbelievably adored you don’t know what to do with yourself, alright?”
“but— but i can’t do the same for you rafey, i want to, i want to buy you things too! but i can’t..” she frowned, her bottom lip wobbling as she spoke. “you do enough y/n, you don’t need to buy me things, the feeling of you lying on me at night is enough, the smile on your face when i walk through that door— is more than enough”
sighing contently, y/n nodded as she melted further into him— if that was possible.
“you gonna cheer up now? let me take you out?” he chuckled, twirling a slender hand around a couple strands of her now tangled hair. “mhm”
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“wait! your walking too fast rafe!” y/n pouted, drawing a hearty chuckle from him as he came to an exaggerated halt. holding out his arm for her, he waited as she skipped along the concrete, giggling profusely as she quickly linked her arm with his. “where to first?” he asked, the infamous smirk once again plastered on his face.
y/n’s face scrunched as she thought hard about this question, her hand— which was tightly wrapped around his forearm, coming to her attention. “well, i do need my nails repainted, they’re so grown out now!” she chirped, beaming up at him hopefully.
chuckling, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before leading her through the streets. “little brat..” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. “hey!” she yelped, swatting his chest. “that’s not funny!”
“only teasing sweetheart, what colour were you thinkin’?”
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reader calling protective!rafe when a creepy guy seems to be following her home
╰┈➤ protective!rafe hc’s
warnings: light swearing, mentions of violence.
: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron is sooo scary boyfriend!
: ̗̀➛ he was unbelievably protective of y/n when they were just friends, but when they finally got together? so so much worse.
: ̗̀➛ rafe’s protectiveness ranges from actual acts of protecting her from things/people, to subtly covering table corners or steering her away from the road when she’s not paying attention.
: ̗̀➛ their relationship blossomed when he was the only person available to come to her rescue that time she was being followed home.
: ̗̀➛ “rafe..” she whispered, holding her phone in her trembling hand.
: ̗̀➛ he was there in an instant, screeching around corners and running red lights just to get to her.
: ̗̀➛ “get in, i’ll be back in a minute..” he breathed, slamming the driver’s side door before stalking over to the suspicious man.
: ̗̀➛ “you like following girls home huh?” he snapped, throwing a jaw breaking punch at the man.
: ̗̀➛ y/n covered her eyes, the temptation to watch rafe beat said man to a bloody pulp creeping into her mind.
: ̗̀➛ “you alright?” he asked, breathless as he calmly got back into the car, turning the key in the ignition while blood trickled from his knuckles.
: ̗̀➛ y/n invited him to stay the night at her place, on the basis that she felt like she owed him.
: ̗̀➛ he put up a good fight, but he was soon perched on her kitchen island, staring intently at her hands as they worked to clean and bandage his.
: ̗̀➛ “thanks” he’d mutter, feeling slightly awkward now that he was cleaned up, lingering in her kitchen.
: ̗̀➛ “go sit down, i’ll get you something to eat..”
: ̗̀➛ he reluctantly agreed, making himself at home on her plush couch, waiting for her to join him.
: ̗̀➛ “okay, so i don’t have much, do you like pepperoni pizza?”
: ̗̀➛ his eyes lit up at the thought, frantically nodding in agreement.
: ̗̀➛ “good, cause i love pepperoni pizza!” she giggled.
: ̗̀➛ returning with the now-cooked pizza, she cut it into slices before sitting opposite him, leaning back onto the arm of the couch.
: ̗̀➛ the pair spent the night laughing about old memories, having known each other since 1st grade.
: ̗̀➛ he sighed contently every so often, surprised at himself for feeling so comfortable with y/n, the girl he’d never really been that close with.
: ̗̀➛ as the night came to a close, they debated sleeping arrangements.
: ̗̀➛ “rafe, just get in the fucking bed!” she called, laughing at his hesitancy.
: ̗̀➛ “seriously, i’ll just take the couch..”
: ̗̀➛ “shut up! if i hate sleeping on that couch, you’ll hate sleeping on the couch, now stop being a pussy and get in the bed!”
: ̗̀➛ groaning, he gave in, slipping under the covers, keeping as much distance as possible.
: ̗̀➛ when y/n awoke in the morning, to find rafe cameron’s arm around her, she was certainly shocked, to say the least.
: ̗̀➛ and when he asked what she was doing that day? to see if she wanted to get some lunch with him? she was absolutely floored.
: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron, asking her to lunch? yes, absolutely yes.
: ̗̀➛ and it only got better from there, when they finally became official a couple months down the line.
: ̗̀➛ being rafe cameron’s girlfriend certainly came with its challenges.
: ̗̀➛ constant lectures about threatening any man that looks at her the wrong way? yes.
: ̗̀➛ constantly dragging him away from the pogues before he caused them any harm? yes.
: ̗̀➛ constantly being pulled to sit on his lap, so he can keep an eye on her at all times? yes.
: ̗̀➛ y/n couldn’t go to the bathroom at a party without rafe worrying, resulting in him waiting outside for her, every time.
: ̗̀➛ and he always made sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, keeping her on the inside.
: ̗̀➛ and he’d always keep a hand around her waist, to guide her whichever way when she was distracted.
: ̗̀➛ rafe was her own personal guard dog, and she wouldn’t change it for the world.
: ̗̀➛ but wow, she couldn’t even bare to think about what he’ll be like if they have a daughter.
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touch starved reader with dealer!rafe? i feel like that would be really cute
DEALER!RAFE DEALER!RAFE DEALER!RAFE
╰┈➤ touch starved with dealer!rafe
warnings: mentions of violence and drugs.
summary: touch starved reader, new relationship with dealer!rafe.
the gentle rain pooled around her feet, soaking her shoes. she sat on the side of the road, chest heaving as she sobbed into her frail hands.
another argument with her drunken father resulted in another temporary eviction as he threw her clothes outside onto the wet grass.
her hands trembled as she fiddled around for her phone, looking for somebody to call. as she scrolled through her limited contacts her eyes landed on rafe’s number.
she was hestitant at first, she knew he was probably busy and didn’t want to bother him, but he was also her only option.
pressing the phone button, a shaky hand held the device up to her ear, desperate for an answer.
“hey, you okay?” a raspy voice called out. a huff of relief blew from her nose. “r-rafe?” she stuttered.
“yeah baby, what’s up?” he spoke, concerned. “do you think you could pick me up?” she whimpered, tears threatening to fall once again. “yeah of course, drop a pin and i’ll be there”
“okay, thank you..” mumbling, she tapped the phone a few more times and sent him her location.
y/n was embarrassed if anything, she always handled her problems alone. mostly because she’d taught herself not to rely on anyone, not since her mom had abandoned her.
her and rafe hadn’t been together very long, she’d met him at a party when she attempted to buy a bag from him, instead paying with her phone number.
they weren’t exactly official, but whenever he wasn’t busy, they’d spend almost every day together.
within minutes, rafe’s range rover screeched as he turned the corner, pulling up beside her.
he leapt out of the car and crouched down, draping his jacket around her shoulders. she flinched at the sudden touch as he helped her up, walking her to the passenger side.
the drive to tannyhill was comfortably quiet, rafe’s hand rested on her thigh as she tapped her foot.
pulling into the drive way, he took the chance to look over her frame. her sunken eyes were bloodshot, tears dried along her flushed cheeks.
his knuckles turned white as his eyes fell on her now ripped top. “what happened there?” he asked tentatively, motioning to the tear.
y/n clutched her chest, attempting to shrink away from his prying eyes. “it’s nothing..”
sighing, he hopped out and went to the other side, helping her out by her arm.
y/n entered his house through the front door, rafe following closely behind.
she’d been to his house many times, and every one of them she was amazed by the extravagance of it.
“do you mind if i take a shower?” she squeaked, avoiding his gaze. “no, yeah of course, you know where it is” he gestured upstairs.
after washing and changing into some of his clothes, she made her way back downstairs, trying her best to be quiet.
she didn’t want to be a burden, she knew he was a busy man, the lifestyle he lived wasn’t exactly stress free.
about to turn the corner, she overheard him on the phone. “yeah man, it’s the fourth apartment on park drive..” her eyes widened, “nah, dont do nothing like that, just scare him a bit yeah?”
the fourth apartment on park drive was her dads place. y/n mentally cursed herself for not covering the rip in her shirt. guilt washed over her for a split second, she didn’t mean for her father to get hurt, as much as he deserved it.
she couldn’t begin to imagine what rafe assumed had happened, it wasn’t anything crazy, or at least to her it wasn’t.
she was used to it. she’d get home from work, do her chores, and if they weren’t good enough, she’d go to sleep with bruises.
choosing to ignore what she’d heard, she continued to the kitchen, knocking on the open door to catch his attention.
looking up, he quickly bid his goodbyes to whoever before turning his attention to her.
a tight lipped smile appeared on his face as he met her eyes. the tears were gone and the colour in her face had returned.
she beamed up at him from the doorway, almost drowning in his hoodie that lingered around her mid-thigh.
“you have a nice shower angel?” she nodded, stepping towards him to lean against his chest. “it was great, thank you rafe..” she muttered, releasing a content sigh as she closed her eyes.
his closeness was incredibly comforting for her, she couldn’t remember the last time anyone had wrapped their arms around her the way rafe did, every time he saw her.
“would you come and lie down with me?” she pouted, staring up at him through her lashes.
he didn’t need to be asked twice, before she could blink she’d been hoisted up, legs wrapped around his waist while he sauntered over to the couch.
he lay along the cotton cushions, leaving her straddling him as she rested on top of him.
“you gonna tell me what happened with your dad?” he questioned, cupping her cheeks.
“can we talk about it tomorrow? im sleepy..” she murmured, all energy gone from her voice. he agreed and laid her head back down, stroking her hair until she dozed off.
a quiet buzz on his phone broke his trance, and he grabbed it from the table beside him.
he read the text barry had sent. ‘done’
rafe let out a huff of air, turning back to a now fast asleep y/n. he pressed a soft kiss to her head, holding her jaw with his palm gently.
“you’re safe now angel…”
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╰┈➤ rafe picking up his drunk girlfriend
warnings: swearing. alcohol, underage drinking.
summary: much to rafe’s dismay, his girlfriend had always been close with the pogues, drinking with them, fishing with them and so on. one particular night, y/n gets a bit too drunk and rafe has to pick her up.
the fire crackled away infront of them as the group chattered amongst themselves, empty beer bottles scattered around behind them. jj and y/n drowned out the others in a drunken attempt to sing some sort of old song, neither knowing the correct words. taking notice of this, the others broke out in hysterics, however this only further egged them on.
y/n sang, or slurred as her friends might say, at the top of her lungs, beginning to twirl around the fire they had made out of rotten wood and pizza boxes. making her way around her friends, she reached out to pope, determined to make him get up and dance.
“you’re wasted y/n, you should sit down” kie called from her place on a tree stump. turning her head, y/n’s face contorted. “you’re wasted y/n, sit down” she mimicked her friend. nevertheless, it was a fact. the pogues knew y/n couldn’t really handle alcohol, it was only in the last few months that she had decided to come out of her shell a bit more. she’d spent the majority of her life sticking to rules, doing as she was told. that was until her close friends from school had convinced her to live out her teenage years in style.
“i-i am not drubk, ‘m having f-fun kie” y/n mumbled, yet the hiccups interrupting her words said otherwise. her friends chuckled at this, allowing her to go on for a little longer. that is until she let out a small scream.
their heads snapped quickly to where y/n was, they would’ve thought she’d disappeared into thin air if it wasn’t for her drunken cries coming from the other side of a large fallen tree. john b, pope and kie jumped out of their places around the fire, attending to their lightweight friend as quickly as possible. jj on the other hand, was also too shitfaced to even realise she’d taken a tumble.
“y/n are you okay?” pope asked, poking his head over the tree to take in the sight of his friend flat on her back, sprawled out on the floor. despite the flowing tears, she managed a thumbs up. “c’mon y/n, that’s two fights you’ve lost with a tree now, when are you gonna learn?” john b mocked while reaching down to help her up.
kie stepped over the tree, also helping y/n up off the floor as she lolled about like deadweight. pope and john b shared a knowing glance as they all pulled y/n back up. once she was up, kiara helped feed her some water, hopefully sobering her up a bit before she went home.
“you know what we’re gonna have to do right? john b?” pope whispered as they stepped away from the girls. to this, john b let out a deep sigh, knowing exactly what they were gonna have to do. “yeah i know” john b grumbled. “who’s gonna do it though? im not, i did it last time.” pope protested quickly.
both boys glanced over to kie, she quickly shook her head however, already knowing what they were going to ask. “no, no way. you can do it this time john b, he almost bit my head off last time i spoke to him.” before john b had anytime to argue, kiara had tossed y/n’s unlocked phone into his hands, looking at him expectantly.
pacing around the fire, john b reluctantly tapped the screen a few times before holding the phone up to his ear and letting it ring. after a few tries, the recipient finally answered the call. “hey baby, you okay?” a raspy voice called out through the phone, earning a small chuckle from pope as he overheard.
“hey rafe..um, it’s john b” he mumbled, knowing how this was going to go. “why the fuck do you have y/n’s phone?” rafe sneered, blood boiling at all the possible situations running through his head. “yeah, i- um, i think you need to come pick her up, she’s a bit wasted and she’s hurt herself.”
overhearing this, y/n’s face contorted, her mind clearing for a second as she realised what was going on. “are you telling my fucking boyfriend on me john b?” she slurred, her voice loud enough for rafe to hear. before john b could get another word in, rafe put the phone down on him. “asshole” he muttered, already dreading rafe’s arrival.
fifteen minutes go by and y/n had been in a huff every single second, she knew rafe would jump at the chance to argue with her friends, so john b calling him to come get her was not the most intelligent idea.
the pogue’s heads turn at the sound of a car engine pulling up not to far from them. sharing looks as they heard a car door slam. y/n jumped at the sound, the dreading feeling gone as excitement to see her baby took over. the leaves behind her rustled and she leaped from the camping chair, just about falling into rafe’s arms. “hiiii babyyy” y/n sang as he helped her back up, stabling her. sparing his angel a quick smile, he turned to narrow his eyes at her friends.
“what the fuck did you give her!” rafe bellowed, waking jj from his wasted slumber. the blonde boy stood up, stalking over to rafe, well..trying to atleast. “who the fuck do you think you are cameron? talking to us like that?” jj growled through gritted teeth, chest heaving. rafe chuckled to himself lowly, squaring up as he did. “you’re fucking lucky she’s here maybank, or i’d have already punched your face into the ground” he retorted.
pope and john b had situated themselves in the middle before jj could lunge at him. “heyyy! h-hey! stop it! you guys gotta accept that i love you bothhhh! your my b-boyfriend and these g-guys are my besties!” y/n sang from besides rafe, throwing an arm around both rafe and jj. attempting to de-escalate the situation.
rafe’s nostrils flared as he took a step back, throwing a glare in the pogue’s direction before leading his girlfriend away. “bye guys! see you so-ooon!” she yelled while following rafe to the car.
stepping into the drivers side, rafe gathered himself for a second, not wanting to lash out at her for something so small. releasing a harsh breath, he turned to her, intent on lecturing her about drinking so much when his eyes met her puppy dog gaze. his thought out words suddenly crumbled away. sighing, he intertwined his free hand with hers and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “seatbelt” rafe ordered, his tone teetering on harsh. “yes sir!” she giggled before doing what he asked.
as they drove, rafe felt the anger in his veins dissipating as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “rafe?” she mumbled. humming in response, he glanced at her before turning back to the road. “do you think you could make me a sandwich when we get back? pretty pleaseeee” y/n pleaded, half expecting him to say no.
“of course baby, anything for you”
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╰┈➤ grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader hc’s
warnings: swearing, nsfw.
: ̗̀➛ rafe secretly adores the way y/n greets everyone who passes them in the street as they walk through town, though he’d never admit that.
: ̗̀➛ also gives her lectures about being so kind to everyone she meets, he worries they’ll take advantage of it.
: ̗̀➛ constantly saying no to buying random shit that y/n absolutely does not need.
: ̗̀➛ whilst also secretly making note of the random shit she asks for, surprising her later in the week with them.
: ̗̀➛ rafe will always eat the ice cream he bought her when she decides she doesn’t want it anymore.
: ̗̀➛ despite his constant grumbling about her ray of sunshine attitude, seeing her so happy all the time pulls on his heart strings a bit (yes, he has a heart. only for her though)
: ̗̀➛ scary boyfriend privileges!!!
: ̗̀➛ always standing right behind her in most situations, giving any assholes a chance to reconsider trying to hit on her.
: ̗̀➛ y/n never goes anywhere by herself if he can help it, not particularly trusting her to be able to see people’s real intentions.
: ̗̀➛ despite bad blood between them, rafe entrusts jj with y/n’s safety whenever she hangs out with the pogues.
: ̗̀➛ rafe’s hands are always on her. always. whether that be an arm around her waist, slapping her ass in the street or holding her hand.
: ̗̀➛ everyone on the island knows her as the girl who managed to get the rafe cameron wrapped around her little finger.
: ̗̀➛ does not let her do drugs. well, maybe she gets a tad stoned with him here and there, but that’s it. and only with him.
: ̗̀➛ tries his best to convince you to go to parties with him, knowing that otherwise you’ll just be holed up at home.
: ̗̀➛ dealer!rafe flat out refuses to let her get involved, even just the thought of her getting hurt drives him insane.
: ̗̀➛ at parties, if he absolutely has to be away from her, he’ll keep a watchful eye on her from the corner of the room.
: ̗̀➛ stalking over when a clueless touron tries talking to you.
: ̗̀➛” you wanna back up buddy..” he warns them.
: ̗̀➛ “rafe it’s okay! it’s fine just leave it!” y/n pleads, not really wanting to have to clean rafe’s bloody knuckles again.
: ̗̀➛ rafe dragging her out to the car, buckling her in before driving to a secluded spot.
: ̗̀➛ “get in the back baby”
: ̗̀➛ rafe absolutely ruining her in the back of his car, letting out all of his frustration on her.
: ̗̀➛ “get on top angel”
: ̗̀➛ carrying her to bed once they get home, removing her clothes before devouring her wetness as a reward for being such a good girl that day.
: ̗̀➛ rafe’s good girl.
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╰┈➤ soft touches in the morning
warnings: just fluff.
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a muffled groan from beneath the covers met her ears, prompting her eyes to widen in excitement as she quickly turned over, pulling the blanket back. “rafe?” she squeaked, relief washing over her as the seeming forever-lasting boredom was finally over. y/n was an early bird, yet didn’t like getting out of bed without him, so her only choice was to wait patiently until he opened his eyes.
yawning, he lifted his head from the pillow slightly, taking in the ear to ear grin on her face, covered slightly by the tangles of her hair. “hi baby..” he cooed tiredly, squinting as the glaring sun attacked his eyes. “c’mere..” he rasped, snaking his arms around her waist before pulling her weight on top of him. “rafe..we have to get up..” she whined, huffing as her actions contradicted her words. shuffling down, she rested her head in the crook of his neck while her nails drew patterns on his chest.
“mm..stay like this for a bit…yeah?” he breathed, allowing his eyes to flutter shut again as his hand moved to her hair, massaging her scalp gently.
“you’re so cute” she sighed, giggling to herself as she looked up at him. cocking a brew, he re-opened an eye to glare at her. “cute? i’m not cute” he huffed, pouting his bottom lip out.
“what are you then?” she laughed, stroking the pad of her thumb along his jawline. “me? i’m manly” he chuckled, puffing his chest out as his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers playing with the waistband of her sleep shorts— his boxers. “sure you are..”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” he yelped quietly, craning his neck to face her as his mouth fell agape, feigning hurt. “i mean, you’re a big baby” she teased.
before she had time to react, his grip tightened and he flipped the two of them, suddenly pinning her beneath him. “that right, sweetheart?” he grinned, mischief dripping from his words as she struggled against his weight.
he chuckled as she tried and failed multiple times to escape, but to no avail. “you give up?” he suggested, prompting an answer as he pressed numerous wet kisses to her forehead. “never!” she laughed, attempting to fool him for a second as she went limp, before quickly springing into action, trying to pull her knees up against her chest. “c’mon baby, just tap out— you know you want to..” he snickered, staring down at her expectantly.
“fine!— get off me, jerk” she huffed, grateful for the sudden distance as her lungs suddenly had more space for air. “don’t be such a sore loser, it’s not a good look” he smirked, pushing off from the bed before moving to the doorway.
“oh, you are such an asshole rafe cameron!” she seethed, swatting his chest as followed behind him hurriedly— soon stomping passed him.
“an asshole that you love, right angel?” rafe chuckled, quickly swiping at her legs, eliciting a squeal as he lifted her into the air, carrying her down the stairs.
“maybe if you make me pancakes i will..” she suggested, turning to smile at him sweetly as he simply laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “yeah, okay..”
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I want to see how Rafe would react to reader having a habit of skipping meals. Like he asks her what she ate today and she just says Starbucks or something… idk I feel like he would be suuuper protective abt it
╰┈➤ skipping meals w protective!rafe (blurb)
warnings: sensitive topics such as restricted eating, light swearing, talks of anxiety. warning! rather in-depth description of y/n skipping meals, swapping meals for beverages etc, please read at your own discretion.
summary: y/n opens up to rafe about her trouble with maintaining a healthy diet.
“hi angel..” he cooed as she slid into the passenger seat, having waited outside her work for him to pick her up. she smiled sweetly, sucking in a harsh breath as she took in his beauty. she knew rafe had a busy day of meetings, as he’d told her that morning, hence why he was suited and booted, determined to make a good impression on some buyers.
“you have a good day at work?” he queried, glancing at her as he pulled out of his parking space. “it was okay, a bit busy for a tuesday..” she hummed, resting her head against the seat, watching the ocean as they drove along the coast. turning to face him, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek, stroking it affectionately.
“what about you?” she asked, struggling to find a smooth rhythm against his skin while her hand trembled slightly, alerting her to her low blood sugar. “yeah it was good baby, are you okay?” he questioned, his brows furrowing slightly. “i’m fine, what do you mean?”
“you’re shaking, have you eaten today?” he mumbled, placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. y/n bowed her head slightly as she fidgeted in the seat next to him, considering a subject change.
“i’ve had a coffee..” she muttered, anticipating a lecture. “one coffee isn’t food baby, you need food” he sighed, squeezing her leg.
she diverted her gaze to the road, her brows furrowing as they took the wrong exit, now going the opposite way to his house. “where are you going?” she queried, watching as they passed signposts for a nearby store.
“we’re going to the store angel, gonna get you something to eat, m’kay?” he offered, somewhat sternly, letting her know he was serious.
an empty feeling pooled in her stomach as the words left his mouth, her foot now tapping against the footwell anxiously. “rafe i’m not hungry” she whined, shooting him a pleading look.
“it doesn’t have to be a meal, even just a little snack, or an apple or something. you can’t not eat anything all day sweetheart, you’ll get sick” he cooed, motioning with his hand as he spoke. sighing, she fell back against the seat with a slight huff, turning her face away from him.
“if you promise to get something to eat, even just something small, i’ll take you to starbucks on the way home, yeah?” he suggested, taking the keys out of the ignition before turning to face her fully.
her eyes lit up slightly at the offer, suddenly contemplating it heavily. “can it be an iced coffee?” she giggled, placing a gentle hand on his knee.
nodding, his lip curled upwards. “if that’s what you want baby, but you gotta get a snack first, alright?”
“m’kay”
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okay but imagine reader posting new swimsuit on her story but rafe makes her take it down 🤑🤑
╰┈➤ “delete it”
warnings: mean!rafe, toxic relationship, swearing.
summary: y/n knows exactly how to get rafe’s attention.
she sighed, scrolling mindlessly through her phone as she lay on her stomach, legs crossed behind her. it had been an hour, and she hasn’t heard from him yet, and that wasn’t like him, what was he doing?
swiping out of instagram, she checked her messages once again. delivered, the small text said below her last message. so he’s definitely got it, but he hasn’t opened it. petty, she thought.
rolling her eyes, she diverted her attention to the numerous shopping bags scattered around her bedroom floor, quickly jumping up with an idea. if he’s too stubborn to reply, this’ll surely get his attention.
pushing yesterdays argument with rafe out of her mind, she grabbed the smallest shopping bag, reaching in to retrieve one of the many bikini sets she’d purchased earlier that day.
she unraveled the white strings delicately, laying it out in her bed with a smirk on her face. oh, how he’ll hate this.
she hummed along to the quiet music sounding around her room as she tied the bikini strap around her neck, huffing as she positioned herself awkwardly to do so.
once all the strings were tied and adjusted to compliment her curves perfectly, she played around with the light dimmer before grabbing her phone.
opening instagram, her thumb pressed down on add to story, and situated herself seductively in front of the large expensive mirror. snapping a quick photo, and adjusting the contrast, she sighed in delete as she typed in a basic caption and posted it to her story. now we wait, she thought.
thirty minutes- or so, passed while she lounged around her room, having replaced the bikini with a comfortable pair of shorts, and one of his oversized graphic tee’s. by this time, she’d forgotten all about the post, focusing on her skincare routine as she pinned her hair back in preparation.
a quite shriek escaped her lips as the first hard bang landed on the door of her apartment, her frame jolting in fright.
gathering herself, she smirked slightly as she tip-toed to the door, listening for the usual torrent of abuse to fall from his mouth.
“open the fucking door y/n, i know you’re home!” his stern voice called, full of anger. she rested her back against the wall near the door, sure to keep her footsteps quiet. she knew what she was doing, and she knew it was wrong, but she missed him- and if this was her only way to see him, then so be it.
“i swear to god y/n i’ll put this fucking door through if you don’t let me in, now!” he yelled again, followed by three more loud raps, which echoed through her small home.
giving in, she pushed back off the wall, deciding she’d had her fun. “okay-okay! chill the fuck out dude!” she shouted, hastily padding over to the door and unlocking it.
she smiled sweetly at him as he stalked through the doorway, almost squaring up. “dude?- did you just call me dude?” he seethed, nostrils flaring as he towered above her.
“yeah? what’s the big deal?” she chuckled, nonchalant closing the door behind him before making her way past, launching herself onto the couch.
following suit, his heavy footsteps taunted hee as he rounded the couch, stopping between her legs to look down on her. “delete it” he spat, fists balled up either side of him. “delete what?” she cooed, twirling her hair as she looked up at him through her lashes. “you know what y/n, don’t play fucking dumb, it won’t work this time” he snapped.
“ugh, you’re no fun” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she picked up her phone to unlock it. “no fun? you think being a little whore for the world to see is fun?”
gasping, she feigned offence as she held a hand up to her chest, mouth agape. “woah- that was rude, very uncalled for rafe..” she teased, smirking as she felt his eyes watching her while her fingers tapped away at the screen.
“see? all gone? you happy?” she laughed, tossing her phone back to its original spot on the couch. “oh, so you just do this shit to piss me off huh?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“well- see, i missed you, and you were being all stubborn and rafe-like because of yesterday, so what else was i supposed to do..” she muttered, delicately taking ahold of his hands to pull him onto the couch.
deflating, he allowed himself to fall into the spot next to her, his hands moving to her waist instinctively as she straddled him. “you drive me fucking insane y/n, i don’t even want to know what other stupid shit goes on in that little head of yours..” he groaned, throwing his head back as she cuddled into him.
“yeah, but you love me” she stated confidently, pressing soft kisses to his exposed neck. “mhm..” he hummed, pushing some stray hairs behind her ear.
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