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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 2

(Rafe Cameron x Reader series, 4.9k words)

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues

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After weeks of all-nighters and cramming for finals, sleeping in on your first morning at the beach house felt incredible. It was only 9:30 when you finally stirred in the comfy bed, but it felt late in the day.

Coming down the stairs in your pjs and slippers, you smiled at the sound of your sister’s voice, joking around with her old friends. Your goal this trip was for her to have a good time, and despite the emotional rollercoaster of seeing Rafe yesterday, at this moment, you were glad you decided to stay. You entered the room to see half the house was awake, though neither Rafe or Tom had made an appearance yet.

“Ladies and gentleman, it’s Kerri Walsh Jennings!” Topper deepened his voice like a sports announcer when you entered the kitchen. The few people who were up all turned to you, playfully bowing and applauding like you were a true Olympian. You grinned and rolled your eyes, surprised at how comfortable you felt with the unprecedented attention.

Topper was at the stove flipping pancakes for everyone’s breakfast, wearing an apron that said “kiss the cook.” As you approached the kitchen island to grab a stool next to your sister, he leaned over, holding the spatula like a microphone.

“So tell us, Kerri, now that you’ve won the gold what will you do next?”

“Well, Top,” you played along. “First, I’m going to get some coffee…then I’m going straight to Disneyland!”

Everyone in the kitchen laughed, making the tips of your ears turn red. No one ever laughed at your jokes in high school, not that you were confident enough to make many. Rafe would tell you sometimes that you were funny, so long as no one was around to hear him admit it.

“Well I can help you with the first part,” Topper said, grabbing a mug and the coffee pot.

“Wow, so domestic of you, Topper,” you teased as he poured your steaming coffee in front of you.

“He’s our house mother,” Carter said, smiling wide at Topper who did a jokey little curtsy motion. Clearly this was a running joke between them.

Topper handed you a plate of pancakes, which Kelce promptly reached over your shoulder to steal.

“Since when are you such an athlete?” Kelce asked, his mouth already full with your breakfast.

You told them all about your team at school, surprised out of your mind that everyone was actually listening intently.

Rafe woke up groggy and sore, ducking his head as he walked through the basement and made his way up the rickety steps. As he reached for the handle of the door which opened into the kitchen, he smiled at the sound of your voice on the other side. His smile quickly faded when he heard Kelce interrupt you with, “Yeah and you kicked Rafe’s ass, too, made him your bitch.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

Every head in the kitchen whipped towards the sound of Rafe’s voice as he emerged, except for yours. You shuffled slightly on your stool and sipped your coffee. Rafe didn’t miss the way you were ignoring him, his eyes grazing quickly over the smoothe skin of your shoulders before redirecting to anything he could find.

“Cute apron, Top,” he landed on.

“Thanks man,” Topper said, ignoring his mocking tone. “Want some flapjacks?”

“Ew, who calls them flapjacks?” Carter burst out laughing.

“Well now you don’t get any,” Topper scolded, pulling her plate away from her and handing it to Rafe.

“I don’t want ‘em if Carter’s put her mouth near them,” Rafe mocked. “We don’t know where she’s been.”

“Says the guy who licked the gym floor in seventh grade,” you said quietly.

The entire room came to a halt, everyone surprised at the sound of you joining in on the teasing. No one had actually heard you address Rafe yet. The awkwardness hung in the air, all eyes going wide as they waited to see if the notorious hothead was going to be able to take what he was dishing out. You just picked at your pancakes with your fork and hoped everyone would move on, but Rafe smirked at you, a playful twinkle in his eye.

“That was on a dare,” he defended himself.

When you finally looked up at him, your stomach twisted into a knot as you noticed how cute he looked in his white undershirt and grey sweats, messy bedhead and sleepy eyes. You immediately regretted acknowledging that you remembered something he did so long ago. Now, he was looking at you with something like excitement, smug that you were talking to him, like your big triumph the day before had never happened.

“Oh, I didn’t remember that part.” It was a lie, you remembered everything he ever said or did.

Rafe’s face dropped at your impassive tone, his brief window of hope that all was forgiven slammed shut.

To your great relief, Tom chose that moment to enter the room, drawing the attention away from you and Rafe. He had apparently been out on a run, and his under armor shirt, wet with sweat, clinged to his form to reveal a sculpted chest below.

“How we doin’ everyone?” His cheery voice boomed. He slapped Topper on the back before giving Kelce a frat bro handshake across the counter. “What do we have here?” He whistled appreciatively at the spread Topper had put out.

As Topper rattled on about the many flavors and shapes of pancakes he could offer, Tom looked over at you with a cheeky smile and mouthed “good morning!” You smiled back with a little wave, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the way he was singling you out.

After the volleyball game last night, you’d all gone to a seafood restaurant on the water. Tom had chosen the seat next to you, and made extremely pleasant dinner company. He asked you all about yourself, about school and what you were planning for the future. He was a great listener, and you were so glad to have someone to chat normally with without the baggage of your childhood hanging over your head. You hoped the week would hold many more cozy conversations with him.

Unbeknownst to you, Carter was watching as you smiled at him in the kitchen, and so was Rafe. They had very different looks on their face as they realized at the same moment that something was happening between you and Tom.

After Topper and Kelce reclaimed Tom’s attention, talking over each other about their plans to go fishing later, Carter squeezed your elbow and motioned with a nod for you to follow her out onto the patio.

“Ummm, okay, what was that?” Carter asked with arched eyebrows once you were settled on the patio couch next to her.

“Oh my god I know. I shouldn’t have said anything, do you think everyone will think it’s weird I remember something he did in seventh grade?” You asked worriedly.

Carter scrunched her brows in confusion for a minute before waving you off with her hand. “Oh, no not Rafe, he’s old news. I’m talking about your little moment with Tom!”

“Oh, uh,” you cleared your throat, embarrassed that you were still lingering on Rafe when she clearly wasn’t. “I don’t know, he’s nice.”

“He’s fucking gorgeous is what he is,” she fanned herself theatrically.

“Are you into him?” Your stomach dropped at the thought that she might be interested. In your eyes, Carter always had first pick, and surely if Tom thought she was interested he’d choose her over you in a heartbeat.

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m having too much fun messing with Topper.”

You laughed hard at that, “yeah, I noticed. Are you two back on again?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “You think if I play my cards right I could get him to propose?”

“I think you could probably get him to do just about anything,” you chuckled.

“Okay, then it’s settled, I’ve got Topper and you,” she poked at your side and you swatted her hand away, “will make a move on Tom.”

“I don’t know about ‘make a move,” you took a long sip of your coffee, suddenly anxious.

Carter eyed you curiously, recognizing the insecurity she hoped you had left behind now that things were going so well. She didn’t understand how you still couldn’t see how amazing you are, but she was determined to prove it to you by the end of this trip.

Rafe did his best not to stare at you through the sliding door, but when he heard your melodic laugh float in through the screen, he couldn’t help the way his head snapped toward the sound, wishing desperately that it was him making you laugh like that. You used to laugh at all his jokes, and he’d taken it for granted. The sad thing was, he actually loved hanging out with you. You had a great sense of humor, and he always felt so comfortable when it was just you and him. He knows now he should’ve just called it what it was, been with you in public too. But he had so many eyes on him back then, and he was worried what people would think. Plus, he knew you’d stick by him even if he treated you like shit, and he took advantage of that. He kicked himself mentally, feeling like a Grade A chump while you sat there, looking beautiful in the ocean breeze, smiling through the window at some guy you’d met yesterday.

As he lost himself in his thoughts, Topper noticed him staring at you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“She looks good, huh?” He asked Rafe.

“What?” Rafe shook his head as if he could erase the thoughts that were plaguing him. “Who?”

“Oh, come on,” Topper nodded towards you and Carter on the deck.

“I dunno,” Rafe tried to play it off. “She looks the same I guess, a little different.”

“Bro,” Topper gave him an incredulous look. “She’s a fucking smokeshow. You’re into her, don’t even try and fool me.”

“If you're so into her, why don’t you go for her?” Rafe snapped at him.

Topper shook his head, “maybe because I’m not the one she was obsessed with for a decade.”

“She wasn’t obsessed with me,” Rafe protested. “We were friends.”

“Right,” Topper said sarcastically. “And I was a number one draft pick. Dude, she was in love with you, everyone knew it.”

Rafe leaned forward on the counter, propped on his elbows, looking down at his uneaten pancakes with a frown. His stomach twisted with guilt. Of course everyone knew, he knew it too. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t use your adoration of him to his advantage from time to time. Okay, all the time. He couldn’t really blame you for still being mad at him, he was a dick. But he liked to think he’d grown some since then, not that you had any reason to give him a chance to prove it.

“I think she’s into your buddy, Dom, or whatever his name is,” Rafe grumbled.

“First of all,” Topper pointed the spatula at him, “you know his name is Tom. And second of all, I love the guy, but he’s got nothing on you. Give me one day, she’ll be back.”

“Don’t do anything weird, man,” Rafe warned, cringing at the thought of what kind of damage an unsupervised Topper could inflict.

“Don’t worry dude, I got it handled,” Topper assured him.

Rafe just chuckled and sipped his coffee, knowing this was a losing battle, “whatever you say, Top.”

The door slid open and you and Carter reentered the kitchen. Tom stood from his place at the little breakfast nook when you walked in, and you were relieved that he ended his conversation with Maddie and Sabrina so abruptly at the sight of you. He smiled down at you before heading into the kitchen to help Topper clean up. Rafe was noticeably not helping, sitting at the counter scrolling on his phone.

“No phones,” Carter said, swiping it from him.

“Give it,” he held his large hand out to her, jaw ticking with annoyance.

“C’mon Rafe, don’t you want to live in the present?” She badgered.

He tried to grab it quickly, but she lifted it above her head, tossing it to Kelce on the other side of the counter, who tossed it to Topper, and the game of hot potato continued, much to Rafe’s chagrin.

“Y’all are children,” he scowled, sitting back on the stool in defeat.

“Who are you even texting? All your friends are here,” Carter jeered.

“I was looking up directions to the grocery store, seeing as there’s no fucking food in this house besides beer, and apparently pancake mix,” Rafe explained.

“No need,” Topper said. “Tom, Kelce and I are spending the day on the water and we’ll grab some stuff on the way back.”

Carter frowned at the thought of both of your boys being gone the whole day, leaving little to distract you from Rafe. This wouldn’t do.

“No, you can’t go out today, we're having a cookout!” She announced to the room.

“We are?” Kelce scratched his head.

“Yes, we are,” Carter nodded confidently, wrapping her arm around Topper’s waist, which you knew was all it would take to get him to agree. “And mom here is going to grill for us.”

“Oh am I?” Topper asked, eyebrows raised in amusement, not exactly protesting.

“Yes, so someone else will need to go get the food,” Carter continued. You knew her well enough to see that a whole plan was unfolding in her head. “Sissy, why don’t you go?”

“That’s…fine,” you agreed reluctantly, narrowing your eyes at her, trying to figure out her play. “I need someone to go with me though, we’ll need a lot of stuff.”

Carter and Topper smiled in sync, both thinking they’d just come up with the best idea anyone has ever had.

At the same moment that Carter blurted out, “Tom can go with you!” Topper loudly suggested, “Rafe can take you!”

Your lips forming a tight line, you gave them both an exasperated look. Their heads snapped toward each other, eyeing each other suspiciously. Rafe scratched the back of his neck, annoyed at Topper for butting in and hating himself for hoping you’d choose to go with him and not Tom.

Tom, meanwhile, was watching all four of you from the corner of the room, never more confused in his life.

“It’s cool,” he said hesitantly, the awkwardness palpable. “All three of us can go.”

“Fine, but I’m driving,” Rafe stood from his seat. “Can I have my phone back now please?”

He reached his hand to Kelce, who was the last to have it. Kelce panicked, wanting to keep the game going, and tossed it to you. You very nearly dropped it, letting it bounce between your hands but eventually securing it before it fell.

You just looked at it in your hands, then up to Rafe and Tom, searching for any way out of what was sure to be an uncomfortable outing without being rude. You came up with nothing.

“I guess I’ll go get dressed,” you handed Rafe his phone, making Kelce shake his head at you in disappointment.

The hum of the truck’s engine was the only sound in the car for a solid five minutes. You sat in the front seat, Tom having opened your door for you, while Rafe drove. You suddenly couldn’t remember what people do with their hands when they’re not driving. Where the hell do you put your hands? Tom’s voice cut through your internal panic.

“So, uh Rafe, Top says you went to Chapel Hill?” He inquired, sitting forward in the backseat so his head appeared between you and Rafe,

“Still do,” Rafe said curtly.

You looked at Rafe for the first time since pulling out of the beach house driveway. You wanted to ask him why he hadn’t graduated on time, always more invested in his academics than he was, but you were trying to pretend you didn’t care.

“Nice, man,” Tom tried to keep the conversation going. “I applied there, it’s hard to get in.”

“I guess I just hit the books a little harder than you then,” Rafe shrugged.

A scoff escaped you before you had the chance to stifle it. Rafe’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.

“What was that?” Rafe looked sideways at you for a moment.

“Nothing,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“No, please share,” he prodded. You couldn’t believe he was copping an attitude with you.

“It’s just, I’m sure your last name had nothing to do with your acceptance,” you quipped.

Rafe’s jaw clenched and you smirked in satisfaction, pleased that you had gotten under his skin. Tom’s eyes flicked between the two of you, trying to decipher the vibe.

You were glad he didn’t try to attempt any further small talk. Once you got to the grocery store, you divided the shopping list three ways and split up to your designated aisles. You filled your cart as fast as you could, eager to get this shopping trip over with.

After checking everything off your list, you rounded the corner of the produce section toward the registers, your cart nearly crashing into Rafe’s. His entire shopping cart was filled with alcohol. You laughed at the sight.

“What?” Rafe asked defensively.

“What are the rest of us gonna drink?” You smirked.

“Shut up,” he grinned. “It’s not all for me.”

“Okay but where is the stuff you were supposed to get?”

“It’s under there somewhere,” he mused.

“Sure,” you just shook your head with a smile and kept walking towards the register.

“Shit, wait,” Rafe rolled his cart to you and ran back down one of the aisles.

“No don’t worry about me, I got it,” you muttered to yourself bitterly.

You started pushing both carts but Rafe appeared quickly at your side again.

“Got it,” he breathed, adding one more thing to his cart.

It was a case of Redbull. You shifted on your feet uncomfortably, looking down into his cart. Redbull was his drink of choice in high school, you used to buy him one every day and bring it to him after practice, like a puppy fetching the morning paper. Rafe eyed you nervously, your soured expression leading him to believe you remembered just as well as he did.

“Old habits die hard, huh?” You joked, trying to break the tense moment.

“Yeah, can’t seem to kick that one,” he replied, relieved that you were the first to acknowledge it.

Tom caught up with you at check-out, his cart actually full of the things he was supposed to get. The three of you unloaded your goods to be rung up by a 16-year-old cashier who could not have been more annoyed that you had chosen his register.

Tom jumped in to help bag the groceries, chatting happily with the bag boy as he assisted. Rafe, however, stood there staring at his phone.

After you finished emptying your cart, you watched Tom with a smile while he charmed the grocery store staff. Rafe looked up from his screen with a frown, stomach dropping when he saw that you were watching Tom with an affectionate smile.

“Is that everything?” The cashier asked hopefully.

You were about to say "yes" and also maybe "sorry" when Rafe cut you off.

“No wait, these too,” he reached toward the shelf and grabbed your favorite candy, looking at you expectantly as he handed it to the cashier.

“Your favorite,” he explained bashfully at the sight of your furrowed brows.

“Yeah, it is,” you agreed. “Just surprised you remember. Thanks.”

You looked at him for a moment longer than you should, your eyes lingering on each other’s as you shared another silent memory. You felt a twinge of nostalgia that you knew you shouldn’t.

While you and Rafe looked at each other, Tom pulled out his black card and entered it into the machine. Rafe noticed a moment too late and scrambled to pull his wallet from his pocket, fumbling for his credit card.

“Oh no, hey man, I was gonna get it,” Rafe finally pulled out the credit card he was looking for but Tom was already signing the screen with his finger.

“No worries dude,” Tom brushed him off politely. “You can get me back later this week.”

Rafe was the most competitive person you knew, and the richest, surely he wasn’t going to let another guy pay for everything and walk away. He opened his mouth like he was going to argue with Tom, but with a glance back at you he closed it again. Then he carried as many bags to the car as one person could possibly hold, mumbling something like "multiple trips are for pussies."

Another fifteen minutes of painful silence might just make your head explode, you thought. The second you were back in the truck, the bed overflowing with groceries, you asked Rafe for the aux.

“What are you gonna play?” He sideyed you as he held it just out of reach. You leaned across the console to snatch it from his hands, and he felt pins and needles where your hand had brushed him. He wondered if you realized it was the first time you'd touched each other in four years.

The two of you had always fought over the aux, you’d eventually give in to his pouting and listened to his shitty house mixes and soundcloud rappers.

“Don’t worry about it,” you waved him off with a grin.

Four years ago, you would have been way too nervous to play what you truly wanted to listen to, afraid Rafe wouldn’t think it was cool enough. But now, you pressed play on your go-to playlist with gusto and beamed when your absolute favorite song started booming through his subwoofers.

Rafe tried to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t stop them from dancing back over to you as you sang along happily to your music. You rolled the window down, letting the humid Florida air raise your hair in a wave around you. You giggled and tried to tame it, eventually giving up and letting it whip around your face.

There was something so light about you. Something joyful and at peace. He placed both hands on the steering wheel, trying to ground himself, jealous of your carefree spirit. Whatever intangible thing you had managed to capture in your years apart, he wanted it. And it hit him like a lightning bolt, a bittersweet truth he had fought for so many years - he wanted you.

One song rolled into the next, and Rafe searched for something to say to keep up the almost-friendly banter you had begun in the store, but before he could come up with anything, Tom sat forward suddenly.

“Oh hey I love this song!” Tom informed you.

“Me too!” You turned to smile at him, and Rafe listened enviously as you and Tom chatted about the many favorite artists you have in common the rest of the way home.

The house was quiet when you returned, everyone either taking their daily hangover nap or down lounging by the beach. Rafe’s hands turned white from once again carrying as many plastic bags as he could. You tried not to laugh, and tried not to notice the way his biceps bulged under his tight t-shirt, but you failed at both.

“Are you laughing at me again?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement, placing the bags on the counter. “What is it this time?”

“Sorry, you’re just so helpful all of a sudden,” you pointed out with a smirk.

“Well bag boy over there wasn’t helping,” he nodded towards the patio, where Tom was taking a phone call.

“He said it’s a work call,” you defended him. “He just got a job in New York apparently, a Wall Street thing.

“Whatever,” Rafe mumbled. What he wanted to say was “since when are you two best friends?” but he had already been fairly gruff with you today and he was trying to refocus on his goal of getting you to like him again.

You and Rafe put the groceries away in silence for a while. You tried to find the right way to approach the question you were dying to ask, failing to convince yourself you didn't care about the answer.

“So,” you started nervously. “You didn’t graduate this year?”

Rafe’s shoulders tensed as he tried to make more room in the pantry.

“Nope,” he said shortly.

“Did you take some time off?”

He was torn between being glad that you were talking to him and mad that this was the topic you’d chosen to break the ice with.

“No, I-uh,” he cleared his throat. “I failed a couple classes my first year so I’m still a few credits behind.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said, leaning down to put the ribs for the cookout in the large freezer.

“It’s my own fault,” he shrugged. “I was an idiot back then.”

When you stood from the freezer to grab another rack of ribs, you were surprised to see Rafe standing close, his body looming as he looked down at you.

“I was an idiot before then, too,” he continued, voice low and uncertain.

Everything in your mind went fuzzy as the blood rushed to your face. This was the first time you could smell him, and it familiarity of his scent made you feel like you were being transported back in time. You fought the urge to inhale deeply, greedy for the rush of him filling your senses.

“Before then?” You blinked up at him.

Rafe struggled to find his next words. It took everything in you not to fill in the blanks for him, like you were back in high school slipping him the answers to a test he hadn’t studied for. But this time, you needed him to find the answers all on his own. You swallowed hard, leaving silence for the words he was searching for.

Before he could find them, Topper and Carter came barreling into the kitchen, mid-argument as always. They stopped short when they saw the scene in front of them. Rafe stepped away from you so quickly you could feel a woosh of wind in his wake. It was eerily reminiscent of your teenage years, Rafe separating himself from you as soon as there was anyone around to see you together.

“Everything okay?” Carter asked tensely, noticing the way your shoulders had fallen.

“Fine,” Rafe said, tossing the rest of the plastic bags in the trash and heading down the stairs to his basement bedroom, closing the door firmly behind him.

“Damn, you two did good,” Topper said, admiring the cornucopia of food you’d brought back.

“You three,” Carter corrected. “Tom went too.”

She walked up next to you and lowered her voice, a sly smile on her face, “and how did it go with Tom?”

You didn’t match her playful mood, completely preoccupied thinking about the moment you and Rafe had just shared. Was he about to apologize to you? What would you have let him do if your sister and psuedo-brother-in-law had entered the room just a minute later?

“It was fine,” you said distractedly, closing the fridge and heading upstairs to your room.

Carter turned on her heel and looked at Topper with a frown, shocked to find him beaming back at her.

“What are you smiling for?” She snarled.

“Oh nothing, seems like my plan is working is all,” he grinned. “They were standing awfully close when we walked in.”

“Your plan?” She stepped closer to him, arms crossed. “What are you up to Thornton?”

“Just playing a little Cupid,” he smiled proudly.

“Okay well you can go ahead and put down the bow and arrow, because I’ve already got that covered,” she informed him.

“Really?” He asked in surprise. “I thought you hated Rafe.”

“Rafe? Ew, no, I’m talking about Tom, obviously,” she snapped.

“Your sister and Tom? Nahhh, do you not see how she and Rafe have been looking at each other? It’s so obvious,” he scoffed.

“You know what else is obvious? That Rafe’s still a dick and he doesn’t deserve her,” Carter argued.

“He’s actually grown up a lot,” Topper said, surprising Carter with the serious shift in his tone. “He’s been through some stuff, college hasn’t been easy for him. He could use a win.”

Carter considered this, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the years of bitterness she held for Rafe.

“Well, he had his chance. He had millions of chances with her and he fumbled every one,” she said.

“I know he did, but under it all he’s a good person. And I think good people deserve second chances,” Topper explained.

“Not when they hurt my sister,” she concluded. “I won’t allow it.”

Topper's eyes creased with his smile as he looked down at her, loving her steely look and pursed lips as she put her hands on her hips.

“You’re still so bossy,” he smiled, sliding closer to her until their chests were nearly touching. “I know we’re supposed to be fighting, but it’s kinda hot.”

He leaned forward to plant a little kiss on her lips, like he’d done a million times before. Carter leaned back, leaving his puckered lips hanging.

“Oh no,” she pushed him back, making him frown. “You don’t get to touch me until you join Team Tom.”

“Nuh-uh! Team Rafe for life baby,” he crossed his arms to match her stance, recovering quickly, more than used to being rejected by her.

She studied him suspiciously, wondering how quickly he’d crack if she actually withheld their inevitable beach trip hook-up. But he didn’t budge, he was as serious about this as she was.

“Fine,” she said. “The game is so on.”

(Chapter 3)

a/n: so tell me... are we Team Tom or Team Rafe?

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yawnzshit · 3 months ago

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my cutesy patootie ☝️ i'm so proud of him 🥺

#jimmy kimmel #drew starkey #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x reader #joseph andrew starkey #drew starkey x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #eugene allerton #outer banks #queer movie #zach maclaren #the other zoey #hellraiser 2022 #he looks so nervous :( and he was so giggly toooo #i loved this!!#im so proud of him <3 #here's to many more amazing characters from him!!!#he's a star

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softspiderling · 10 months ago

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will never get over this picture. everyone just vibing and he’s over here posing like😭😭😭 why are you touching your titty like that sir? slutty

#he also looks super beefy🫠#he’s like “this is my main character moment rn don’t ruin it for me #slutty asf #sorry #had to vent LMAO #this is so random😭💀💀#obx #drew starkey #rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks

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willowsages-blog · 5 months ago

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remembering last night: Rafe Cameron x female reader

You made a terrible mistake of sleeping with Rafe you didn't know that well last night, the horrible part is it was someone that certain people most hated for what he did all the memories started to come back to you,

As you watch Rafe's sleeping body next to you, cursing to yourself as you slowly try to get up from his grip,

You slowly try to remove his arm slightly getting away from his grip and moving to the floor and grabbing piece by piece of your clothing that was scattered across the floor by his bed.

About to grab your bra when it was grabbed from your reach, letting out a gasp you look up to see him smiling down at you.

Your bra is now hiding behind his back, ‘’where do you think you're going?’’ Rafe says in a deep morning voice.

You couldn't form any words from shock.

He chuckles lowly and motions you to come to him. ‘’Come on,’’ Rafe mumbles

‘’You know you want to stay,’’��

#rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #outer banks fic #multi fandom blog #fanfic #character x reader #oneshot #drew starkey

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marrziy · 15 days ago

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"Queria que ele me engravidasse 3 vezes me abandonasse sozinho e se recusasse a pagar pensão pros nossos filhos pra eu ir na casa dele fazendo barraco quebrando tudo e ele me puxar pelo braço me levar pra um canto e me engravidar pela quarta vez"

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araybiaaa · 16 days ago

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❝ switching bodies for you, d. starkey. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… drew starkey & original black!female character

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… roleplay, praising, oral, penetrative sex, edging, squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex. anal, “good girl” praises.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… she wants to try something different and her boyfriend is more than eager to comply.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… had this idea and i wanted to see how it would come out. and i think i like it although i envisioned it completely different in my head but whatever lol. 😬 dk if this idea has been used before but wanted to try something a bit different!

she knows that it was a rather peculiar ask; part of her expected him to say no or for his response to be more taken aback by the absurdity of it all but she was pleasantly surprised when he nodded his head in agreement and replied with a concurring, “okay.”

they were at home laid on top of the mattress; drew was sprawled halfway on top of her — his body nudged between her legs with his cock protruding against the fabric of his jeans, swelling in its girth, messily staining his briefs with precum that leaked from his flushed head. their pelvises chafed and teased against each other’s in a slow and torturous grind. despite the barrier, she could feel the evidence of his arousal brushing against her cunt every time she moved her hips in accordance with his.

“wait.” she murmured, licking her swollen lips as she retracted from the kiss to look at him.

he looked debauched with his skin flushed in the prettiest rosy blush, lips slick from the salvia that passed between their mouths and eyes lidded with lust. he furrowed his brow, breathing laboredly through his parted lips. “what is it?”

she chewed hesitantly on her lower lip, suddenly feeling shy and chagrined as the suggestion circled her mind. it was silly and probably strange, but there was something that she’s been wanting to try with drew for a while now. she was reluctant on saying it because she didn’t know how to properly approach or explain it reasonably.

she worried about the possibility of him taking offense to it or that he would think that she wasn’t satisfied with their sex life (which was so far from the truth — she doesn’t think she’s ever been with anyone that can make her cum as much as drew does.) so, she temporarily dismissed the thought all together until her interest about it suddenly piqued again.

“this might sound a little weird…” she begins, looking up at him underneath the length of her lashes. the furrow in his brow deepens but he nods, prompting her to continue. “but i was thinking maybe we could try something a little different tonight.”

“okay. like what?”

“like you fucking me but roleplaying as rafe,” she says, watching as his confusion deepened. “i know it’s weird, but i’ve always kinda fantasized about him and how he would be in bed.” her face flushes in warmth at this confession, she never actually thought she would admit this out loud to anyone.

she loves drew for who he is; but there was also something undeniably sexy about him when he’s portraying rafe. she’s visited the set a few times and observed the subtleties of his transformation — seeing him go from her doting boyfriend to an irascible psychopath. she knows that he was just acting, but seeing him bloodied and bruised and depicting someone so completely antithetical to who he is — had stirred something inside of her.

and she’s suddenly embarrassed again with how silent drew is after she finishes talking and she’s parting her mouth open to tell him to just forget she ever said anything, when he looks at her and nods, “okay.”

she looks at him again, gauging his reaction just to see if there’s any underlying reluctance or apprehension, because the last thing she ever wanted was for him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with just for her sake. but there wasn’t any. he seemed genuinely intrigued by her request and this realization excites her.

he leaned down to brush a kiss against her throat before sliding up to meet her mouth again. “how did you fantasize him being in bed?”

she whimpered softly, feeling her cunt throb in anticipation. “i don’t know… just rougher than you usually get.”

he hums in acknowledgment, nudging his nose against hers as he kisses her deeply, taking her bottom lip within the grip of his teeth. he sucked and nipped diligently on the soft skin until it swelled. he released the bruised flesh, sliding the palm of his hand over her stomach. her breath catches in her throat, goosebumps erect over her skin as his fingers hovered over the waistband of her flimsy shorts.

“drew,” she keens, writhing in desperation for him to touch her.

he shakes his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth making at tsk-ing sound in reprimand. “it’s rafe, remember?” he murmurs, his breath tickles her skin as he nipped and sucked dark love bites on her neck.

she exhaled shakily, already so overwhelmed with pleasure that she forgot about the prerequisites that he reinforced. she arches her body further in his touch, nodding her head curtly. “good girl.” he coos, brushing his lips over every inch of skin that his mouth could reach.

his fingers tug her shorts and slick stained underwear off, pulling them over her hips and down her thighs until they’re bunched up around her ankles. she discards them with an absentminded kick, flinging them somewhere onto the floor with a soft thud.

drew retracts from the kiss, a string of saliva falls from their lips as he pulls away. his eyes lower; taking in the sight of her weeping cunt. he groans softly, “fuck you smell so good,” he marvels, the sweet scent of her musk lingers in his nostrils and has his mouth salivating. he slides down her body, lowering and angling himself so that he’s seated directly at her center.

his fingers brush against her skin as he slides a hand over her calf, hefting her leg over his shoulder. he’s rewarded with the sight of her pussy that’s glistening with arousal along her slippery folds. drew parts his lips into a puckered “o” as he buries his face between the sweltering furrow of her thighs. she whimpers, high and loud when the bridge of his nose brushes against her clit — it was the barest of sensations but still enough to have her shivering and moaning in pleasure.

he hovers his lips over her clit; then gently started sucking it until she’s suctioned in his mouth. he sucks and releases the pressure rhythmically, pulling her clit in and out of his mouth in a teasing catch and release. he holds her there, using the tip of his tongue to massage her clit. “rafe!” she shudders, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels her toes curling from the pleasure.

he makes his way up her vulva and increases the pressure so that the base of his tongue is nudged slightly under her clit. he continued to move upwards, using his tongue to stimulate the bottom of her clit. then, in one smooth lap, he’s relaxing his tongue and licking her up. tears sting in her pupils and blur her vision, her hips arch off of the bed as she thrusts against his tongue and pushes his head in further so he’s nearly suffocated in her cunt.

she chokes on a sob, feeling her body tremble at the stimulation. he inserts a finger into the penetration; brushing through her wetness as he teased the sensitive flesh. she bellows a cry, as her body writhes against the mattress. “i’m close!” she forewarns to no avail as she squirts messily in his mouth. drew licks up the remnants of her arousal as he lifts his head from its perch.

his mouth is slick and red; a combination of saliva and her cum messily coat his swollen lips. she’s still lulling from her orgasm as he begins to undress himself. he shrugs out of his shirt and maneuvers out of his jeans and briefs, tossing them aside on the floor until he’s left naked in front of her. “can’t wait to be inside of you again. gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

his cock curls against his thigh; fully rigid and painstakingly throbbing. he hovers over her again, aligning the swelled tip of his cock at the center of her cunt. he barricades through her wetness, grinding against her so that her swollen lips are chafing against his bare cock.

“fuck. you’re so wet for me, baby.” he murmurs, feeling her cunt lapping repeatedly over his cock, leaving a residue of her arousal slicking him every time he withdraws. he rubbed the head against her swollen clitoris, through her labia, against her entrance, then slid her cunt against him from tip to base. she draws out a loud moan, her head falls back against the pillow as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen.

her cunt gapes around his tip — still sensitive and swollen from her first orgasm. he watches in awe, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy lips and how they stretch and lap against him. “rafe, baby, please!” her fingers grip the bedsheets, teeth dig so deep into her lower lip that she could taste blood stinting from the bruise. “i need you now.” she sobs, though her hips still move in accordance to his movements, tracing over the ridges and teasing her entrance.

the lewd sounds of his cock slicked in her wetness has him groaning in pleasure; his thrusts go languid as he feels his own orgasm licking up his spine. “that feel good?” he firms a grip on his cock and nudges his tip against her swollen clitoris; feeling her clench wantonly around him. she nods vigorously. her body’s shaking, tears fall freely from her eyes as he holds her there — lingering and brushing against her clit until the pressure becomes too much and she has to push him away to catch her breath.

a bit of his own precum mixed in with hers, causing the fluids to spill out of her cunt and down her thighs, forming a wet puddle beneath her.

his cock twitches at the sight of her like this; debauched with her face moist with perspiration and tears, pussy engorged and leaking with both of their fluids, hair messily pooled around the pillows like a halo. she already looked so fucked when he hasn’t even been inside of her yet. drew leaned forward to kiss her, feeling the wisps of her breath tickle his skin. “okay?” he raises a brow, looking down at her.

she’s squirted before, but the pressure of these the last two were far more intense than any of the previous times. she nods, licking her lips as she feels her cunt throb; an undeniable tell that she was ready for more.

“good. turn around for me,” he avers, watching as she complied eagerly and turned around so she was lying prone. drew stands on his knees, settling himself behind her. “ass up, baby. that’s a good girl.” he slides a hand over her cheeks as she inclines her back in a sinuous arch and holds herself up with her palms pressed into the mattress.

he spreads his knees a bit further, making enough room so that he’s settled in between her for a precise intrusion. palming his cock in his hand, he angles himself at her hole and nudged his hips forward as he began to slowly delve in. there’s a delicious pain that spreads through her body at the intrusion. the pain subsides and is immediately replaced by pleasure, inciting drew to continue filling her of his cock inch by inch until he’s brimmed at the hilt.

she chokes on a gasp, feeling the stretch of his cock swelling in its girth inside of her. her body trembles at the sensitivity and she has to pop her ass back to catch the tip of drew’s cock curled just past her perineum.

his eyes lower to where he’s nudged inside of her; the sight of it alone is enough to make him cum. “rafe!” her whimpering plead retracts him from his reverie.

he digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of her hips as he held onto her. he rolled his hips in an upward thrust; brushing his pelvic bone against her ass as he lingered there for a moment. “oh!” she shivers, feeling her body trembling from his breach. he withdraws until he’s halfway slipped out of her, then he’s fucking back into her with a vigorous thrust of his hips that has her body lurching forward at the exertion.

she arches her back further; pressing her face into the mattress as she changes the angle a bit so that she feels every penetration of drew fucking her deep in her bones. her ass ricochets against him with every forward thrust that he gives, she convulses around his cock every time he fills her again, reclaiming him in a tight stretch.

drew grunts and groans, his hands squeeze every inch of skin that’s in his reach as he fucks into her, mewling at the noisiness of their sex. he presses his hand down on her back, anchoring her in place as he implements a slow, languid stroke. “rafe!” she cries, her voice muffled from where it’s pressed against the mattress. she undulates her hips, meeting him thrust-for-thrust.

she bit the comforter as drew pulled out the tip and slid back inside in a smooth thrust. she ground her teeth into the cotton and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his cock continue to fuck unrelentingly into her.

drew’s hand slid up the back of her neck and grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back hard as he thrust with more vigor.

“uh-uh. i wanna hear your sounds. i wanna hear you scream for me. wanna hear how good i’m making you feel.”

“drew-” she inadvertently says, feeling him tug her hair at the blunder.

“who?” he didn’t release his grip on her hair or the position he was holding her head in, bent far enough so that her body arched against the bed. “yeah you like when i fuck you like this, don’t you?” she made a strangling noise, almost blacking out with the sudden movement when his dick touches the perfect spot inside her. her eyes rolled back as she tried to form the word, but all that came out was a whimper.

her body lurched forward with the force of drew’s thrusts, and she was completely lost to the pleasure as he fucked her with abandon. the headboard knocks against the wall, the mattress creaks in complaint beneath them. drew could feel her clenching and seizing as she approached her climax, and it had him ready to cum as well with the base of his cock tingling.

“rafe! right there… fuck… i’m gonna cum.” she cries.

“you take my cock like you were made for it. you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? come on. cum on my cock. let me feel it,” that was all it took for her to jump off the cliff of release with a loud cry, eyes rolling back into her head and jaw going slack as her whole body shuddered. “that’s it. you’re doing so good, baby.”

all it took was a few more thrusts before drew came with a guttural groan, thrusting into her tight hole. he ground against her, fingers digging into her hair and pulling tight as he stuffed her full of his cum.

she could feel drew’s cum filling her up and trickling down the insides of her thighs. she moaned in satisfaction, clenching around drew’s cock sporadically, milking him for everything he had. her breathing was harsh and labored as she tried to catch her breath from getting fucked into the mattress. her whole body was sensitive, and every tiny movement of drew moving above her made her whimper.

he leaned down and kissed her shoulder softly, nosing over her cheeks and neck. he pulled out slowly, trying to not hurt tiana, who whined as his cock slid against her sensitive walls. she collapsed onto the bed with a soft groan, her body sinking into the mattress.

her limbs felt lax, every muscle in her body was deliciously spent. she rolls over, looking at drew who looked equally as disheveled — skin flushed, eyes lidded, chest heaving. she smiled sheepishly, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i, baby?” he asked, falling beside her as he felt his own body go wilt from the exertion.

she shakes her head reassuringly, “i won’t be able to walk for a few days, but i’m okay.”

he smirks, leaning over to peck a kiss against her shoulder. “good. so did rafe live up to your sexual fantasy?”

“mhm. he exceeded my expectations.” she says, biting on her lip as she scooted closer towards him. she maneuvers her body so that she’s seated astride of his lap, comfortable in her perch. “but now i’m ready for drew to fuck me again.” she whispers softly, reaching between their bodies and grabbing ahold of his cock that twitches at her insatiable libido.

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cutielando · 7 days ago

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surprise | drew starkey

synopsis: in which Drew surprises you at one of your races

a/n: based on this request!

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"I miss you" you whispered into the phone, your eyes stuck on the hotel room ceiling.

"I miss you too, darling" Drew's voice echoed through the phone, bringing a sad smile to your face.

The room was silent, the buzz of the track long gone as the late hours of the night rolled around.

The city lights of Abu Dhabi illuminated your dark room, casting a cold glow over your body.

The final race of the season was finally there, and you were so excited to finally finish the season on a high.

But still, something wasn't quite right.

Drew wasn't there with you.

He had to do some interviews for his new movie, "Queer", and couldn't attend the race. But even though you understood the demands of his job, you couldn't help the sadness that settled in the pit of your stomach.

"I wish you were here with me" you said, absentmindedly playing with the necklace he had given you for your 2 year anniversary.

Drew sighed, missing you just as much as you were missing him.

But slightly less, because he had booked a flight to come and see you as early as tomorrow, right before the race started.

"I know, I wish I was there with you to watch you be crowned World Champion" he said, teasing you a little with a smile on his face.

You laughed, knowing he was right.

After an amazing season, filled with multiple victories and even more podiums, you would finally be crowned World Champion after tomorrow's race.

Drew knew very well that becoming World Champion had been your dream ever since you were a little girl. It was precisely the reason why he had decided to reschedule his interviews and fly out to be with you during this moment in your career.

He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you'd see him.

"Isn't it late over there?" Drew asked, after a few seconds in which neither of you said anything.

You looked over at the clock on your bedside table, the numbers illuminating 2:32 am.

"Yeah, it's half past 2 in the morning" you said, the tiredness of the full day slowly starting to catch up to you.

Drew huffed, knowing that you have to get some rest for tomorrow.

"You should get some rest, love. You need to be focused for tomorrow" he said, his voice soft.

You sighed, knowing he was probably right, but at the same time, you didn't want to hang up.

You wanted to keep talking to him, no matter what.

"But we barely had time to talk today" you said, your voice small.

Drew knew how sad you were, but he also knew you needed an incentive to actually start thinking about you and the race ahead.

He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips as he stood in the airport first-class bathroom, hoping you wouldn't pick up on the chatter outside the doors and realize he wasn't home where he was supposed to be.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But you know how it is, we're both busy right now. We'll see each other when you get back, and we'll make up for lost time. But you need to focus on tomorrow so you can show everyone just how amazing you are and win this championship" he said, his heart squeezing at the fact that he's going to see you soon enough.

You groaned, burying your face into your pillow.

Despite not wanting to admit it, you knew he was right. The tiredness from the day was catching up with you, your eyelids now heavy and your limbs sore.

"Okay. You're right. Talk in the morning?" you asked, your voice tired, but hopeful.

Drew chuckled, which warmed your heart and made it long with desire to see him soon.

"Yeah, text me when you wake up. I love you, good luck tomorrow" he said, his voice warm.

"I love you too" you said, your voice drowsy.

Drew smiled as he waited on the phone for a couple more minutes, listening to your breathing get slower and slower until he was sure you had fallen asleep.

He whispered a quiet 'I'll see you tomorrow' and blew you a kiss before he finally hung up, stuffing his phone in his pocket as he went back to the main lounge, counting down the minutes until his flight would take off and he would be a step closer to getting to Abu Dhabi.

A step closer to seeing you.

♡♡♡♡♡

Morning rolled around, your alarm blaring throughout the spacious hotel room.

You groaned as you stretched your arm and blindly tried to find your phone, desperate to get a little more sleep.

“Where the fuck is it” you grumbled under your breath, lifting your head to search for your phone through bleary and sleepy eyes.

Once you finally got a hold of your phone, you immediately disabled your alarm, falling backwards against the pillows once again.

You were tired, your limbs felt heavy, your eyelids were refusing to stay open for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

Maybe staying up late to talk to Drew wasn't your brightest idea, especially before a big race like Abu Dhabi.

After spending a couple of more minutes with your eyes closed, you finally decided to get up and start the day.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and quickly texted Drew a good morning text.

You frowned a little when there was no reply from him, seeing as he usually always responded to you as quickly as he could.

Shrugging it off, you slowly got ready and met up with your personal trainer to make your way to the track.

Still frowning because Drew hasn’t texted you at all.

"Have you heard from Drew today? I texted him this morning but he hasn't replied to any of my texts" you asked Lizzie, your personal assistant.

Lizzie stilled for a moment, but quickly recovered and shook her head, giving you a sympathetic smile.

Unbeknownst to you, she knew about Drew's plans to surprise you, and knew he was currently on a flight to Abu Dhabi.

"No, sorry. I'm sure he's just caught up with interviews and doesn't have his phone on him" she said, at which you nodded.

Maybe she was right.

Or maybe she was downright lying and he was currently minutes away from landing in Dubai.

Only time will tell.

♡♡♡♡♡

"You're due in the car in 15 minutes" Lizzie announced as she stuck her head in your driver's room.

You smiled at her and thanked her, turning your attention back to your phone. You sighed, opening the iMessage app for what felt like the thousandth time in the past hour.

Drew still hadn't texted you, which was really nothing like him to not be in touch for so long.

What if something had happened to him? What if he got into an accident or something? What if he needed your help and you had no idea where he was?

Dozens of dark thoughts were clouding your mind, each more somber and dangerous than the previous one.

Where was he? Why wasn’t he answering you?

Your fingers were hovering over your keyboard once again, thinking about sending Drew just one more text before you really started freaking the fuck out.

But just as you were about to start typing out a message, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Yes?" you called out, your eyes fixated on the door.

There was no answer, but the door slowly started to open.

And then, your whole demeanor perked up instantly. There, standing in the doorway of your driver's room, in Abu Dhabi, was Drew in the flesh.

He sported a wide smile as he stood there, a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers clutched in his arms.

Tears started welling up in your eyes as your eyes found his, looking at you with so much love and longing for all the weeks you had spent apart until now.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming right now" you said, your bottom lip trembling and your voice croaked with emotion.

Drew smiled and hung his head low, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"I'm here, baby" his husky voice filled the small room, and that was it for you.

You quickly stood up and practically launched yourself in his arms, your head filled with nothing but love and gratitude for the man standing right in front of you.

Your head was buried in the crook of his neck, and you were inhaling his scent, that scent that could make you weak in the knees in no more than a second.

His arms were holding onto you tightly, the flower bouquet now completely forgotten about laying on the floor next to your little sofa.

"I missed you so much" you whispered, squeezing your eyes and letting the tears fall on his shoulder.

"Shh, I'm here now" he cooed, cradling the back of your head with his big hand.

The feeling couldn't be put into words, no matter how hard you would try. You had missed him so much, missed having him close to you, missed sleeping beside him every single night, missed his kisses and his lingering soft touches.

You had missed everything about him.

"I hope you know you're in trouble for not answering my texts all day and making me worried sick about you" you mumbled, your voice muffled by the collar of his jacket.

Drew laughed, his chest rumbling against yours.

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing a spot beneath your ear, which had his breath tickling the side of your exposed neck.

You didn't even care that you had to be in the car in now probably less than 5 minutes.

The car could wait.

You were too focused on Drew to care about anything else.

But another knock on the door seemed to want to ruin your plans completely.

"Who is it?" you called out, still holding onto Drew tightly, not ever wanting to let him go.

"It's me" Lizzie called out from outside your room. "I'm sorry to break you guys up, but we need you in the car, the race is starting in 10 minutes" she said, which made you internally groan.

For a split second, it had felt like the race could be forgotten. That you could just skip everything you had to do that day now that Drew was with you.

But reality was knocking on your door (in the form of Lizzie) and telling you that it didn't quite work like that.

You still had a championship to win.

"Go, I'll be in the garage cheering you on" Drew said, pecking your cheek before slowly unwrapping his arms from your waist.

"Thank you for coming here. I love you" you said, taking his hand in your hands and pressing your lips against his.

The kiss told him everything that you couldn't put into words. How much you had missed him, how much you loved him and how grateful you were that he was there with you.

"I love you too. Now go, before your engineers have my head for making you late" he said as soon as you pulled away, giving your ass a small pat as he shooed you out of the room.

You smiled cheekily at him and took your helmet, pecking his lips one more time before you followed Lizzie to your car.

Let the show begin, you thought.

♡♡♡♡♡

You didn’t even remember how you had managed to finish the race due to the tears that had been streaming down your face from the final 5 laps of the race.

And then when you finally crossed the finish line in first place, you couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy and emotional because of a race ever before.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins as the reality of being world champion started to settle in your mind, but your mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Seeing Drew.

As soon as you parked the car in front of the “1st place” sign, you jumped up and ran straight to him, waiting for you with your team at the barriers.

You scrambled to get out of the car as soon as you possibly could, desperate to throw yourself in his arms and finally let your emotions run wild.

"Drew!" you yelled out as soon as you got out of the car, abandoning your helmet and balaclava somewhere on the floor.

You broke out into a run, ignoring every single camera or reporter that had been waiting for you.

Drew smiled and jumped over the barriers, outstretching his arms just at the right time as you crashed into him, your hands wrapping tightly around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and cradling the back of your head.

You chuckled and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being with Drew after you had just achieved the biggest milestone of your career.

“Thank you for being my lucky charm” you said quietly, squeezing him a tad tighter than before.

Drew smiled and pulled away from the hug, cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours.

It was a messy kiss, very rushed and sweaty, but neither of you really cared at that point. Just being with each other was enough in that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you in the middle of the busy post-race paddock.

And with flashes going off all around you, you let yourself be carried away by your boyfriend, basking in the glory of having just made history.

And having Drew by your side while doing it.

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nativegirltapes · 11 days ago

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𝜗𝜚 ⋆₊˚ drew starkey & characters w chubby!reader

warnings; mentions of sex, mentions of reader being insecure.

drew — drew treats you like a literal goddess (you are one). he loves your stomach and thighs like no one’s business. one of his favorite things is tracing kisses all along your stomach, especially when he’s about to eat you out. he really takes his time making sure all parts of your body feel loved. “you’re so fucking perfect baby.” he whispers with his head between your thighs, all the nervousness and insecurity leaves your body whenever he’s around.

rafe — rafe is obsessed with you. he’s constantly boasting about you to his friends. he’s more perverted with his ways of affection. he’s constantly staring at your ass and thighs and how they jiggle with every step you take. he’s like an animal, but you love it. “fuck baby, look at that ass.” he says while giving your ass a good firm slap. “ow rafe! that hurts!” you have to pretend like you don’t want him to bend you over and fuck you because you’re around kelce and top. “i can’t help it. you’re fucking perfect.”

trevor — trevor LOVES your curves, god anything you do is just pure perfection to him. he loves when you wear tight fitting clothes, especially jeans because it shows off your muffin top in the sexiest way. he loves you the way you are and absolutely hates when/if you talk bad about yourself because you’re genuinely so perfect to him :( bonus points because he’s always throwing you around so effortlessly <3

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rafedaddy01 · 6 months ago

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Oh my god Daughters best friend was soo good!

Could you do a part 2 in which they sneak off into her room during her fathers birthday party

Her telling him that she just wants to show him something real quick upstairs

Which ends with her on her stomach and him pounding into her

Whining that they should not do this because His kids and wife are downstairs

And her father

Daughters Best Friend

Summary: you lured rafe up to your room during one of your fathers business dinners

His fingers move down your body at a teasing pace, he feels the way your body trembles with desire, his fingers skimming past your pussy. You’re so wet.

You whine and feel your cunt pulse under his touch, his fingers are already drenched from a simple touch.

Your voice is hoarse and dry as you try to speak “my pussy is yours, it belongs to nobody else” Rafe could cum just from those words alone. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help his dick twitching in his dress pants at your dirty words.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you inside me, need it so bad daddy”

Rafe hisses a breath in as he unbuckles his pants and draws his belt from the loops, tossing it on the ground and continuing to strip of his clothes.

He flips you around, putting you on your hands and knees and with one swell thrust he rams inside you, “like this?” He pants as he picks up the pace, your nails digging into the bed below you.

“Oh my god, yes!”

Rafe hand come over your lips, threatening you to be quiet.

“Shut the fuck up, my wife and kids are right down stairs”

You mumble a sorry against his hand before biting it playful and moaning against it as he ruts harder into you.

“Fuck, can’t believe you got me pussy whipped”

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reidiot · 29 days ago

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when i say i hate men, my man (fictional character i'm currently obsessing over) is right behind me, nodding

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4vanaa · 2 months ago

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WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, meet y/n

story summary: y/n left the outer banks years ago, determined to build a life far from the memories of her childhood love, rafe cameron. now a botanist, she’s moved on—though a quiet part of her still clings to the past. when an event brings her back to OBX, she’s forced to confront the one person she never truly forgot.

when they meet again, the connection between them is undeniable. but y/n is in a new relationship—safe, steady, everything rafe isn’t. yet as their paths collide, it becomes clear that the love they shared never really faded, even if life moved on without them.

light mode !! masterlist

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✿ she’s sunny, charismatic and optimistic, with a smile that lights up any room. she’s always looking out for others, making everyone feel seen and appreciated. her warmth makes her loved by everyone, though underneath her cheerful exterior lies a deep sensitivity and nostalgia for the past. she shares a special bond with her college roommate, mia, who’s become like a sister to her. while mia is more grounded and analytical, y/n provides the emotional support and optimism that balances their friendship.

✿ she’s passionate about nature, working as a botanist, hoping to one day, open a flower shop. she enjoys painting, writing, and photography, capturing everyday moments on an old film camera.

✿ she left the state for college, flocking across the country, to california. she majored in botany, with a minor in literature in college. known for her radiant personality, she was the heart of many campus events. she was active in her university’s gardening club, and ran her school’s garden center. because of her positivity it was easy to make friends in the unfamiliar environment. her bond with mia was especially strong, as they took on adult life together, mia helping her navigate tough situations.

✿ she met her boyfriend, noah, through a campus sustainability project, bonding through their shared passion for environmental causes. he admired her energy and passion, and their relationship is grounded in mutual trust and respect. though it’s stable and loving, it lacked emotional intimacy. she often found herself yearning for deeper emotional connection, due to noah’s inability to fully express himself. though she often finds herself feeling isolated, she remains with noah as he was her first relationship after heartbreak.

✿ she returns back to the outer banks for sarah’s wedding, she’s excited to reunite with old friends, especially cleo, kie, and sarah. it’s a time for reconnection and celebration, and she’s excited to catch up with everyone. however, being back in the outer banks stirs up complex emotions and memories she hadn’t fully confronted. though her life has moved forward in some ways, there’s an underlying sense of unfinished business with the place and the people who still hold a significant part of her heart. accompanying her on this trip back is mia.

she’s currently listening to…..

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yawnzshit · 2 months ago

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who gets me WHO GETS ME!!!!!

( insanely in love with him ; I love him sm 🙏)

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friendlypunk · 3 months ago

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Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Outer Banks) - A collection of stolen moments.

if i were to fully commit to this would any of u read it??

“Have you ever stopped to think, just for a second,” he hisses, “that you don’t know as much about me as you seem to think?” The sneer is still there, ever-present. But it’s got a different jagged edge to it. This isn’t Rafe’s usual cockiness, or even his condescending derision. It’s hurt, raw and vulnerable, guarded as he still is, arms crossed and jaw set. The buzz cut only serves to make his sharp features look harder. More annoyingly handsome, and expensive, if that were even possible. A touch more polished, despite the nearly feral need for understanding in his eyes.

I run the words through my mind over and over, the same way I would my tongue with a split lip. Cautiously, curiously. Prodding. I have, but the thoughts never last, the same way the rare glimpses of something more from him never do. It’s never long before the mask is back on, before we revert back to who we are at our cores. A Kook and a Pogue, different in every way except one: We didn’t seem to hate each other nearly as much as we truly should. Moments like this one, stolen and forgotten soon after, seem to prove that again and again.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #vulnerable!rafe #obx fic #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe imagine #fanfic #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #rafe fic #drew starkey #just curious :’)#slow burn #like painfully slow i want to take his character and pick it apart

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r4fe-cam3ron · 2 months ago

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— CHARACTER LIST

INTRODUCTION + RULES! ; FUN THEMES!

— JOE KEERY | steve harrington ; gator tillman

— JOSEPH QUINN | eddie munson ; emperor geta ; eric ; johnny storm

— DREW STARKEY | rafe cameron ; zach maclaren

— AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON | dave lizewski ; pietro maximoff ; tangerine ; sergei kravinoff ; friedrich harding

— EVAN PETERS | jimmy darling ; colin zabel

— RORY CULKIN | jack thurlow ; charlie walker ; mike

— JAKE GYLLENHAAL | david loki ; billy hope

— PATRICK WILSON | josh lambert ; ross humboldt

— MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER | spencer reid

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araybiaaa · 8 days ago

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❝ spaces between heartbreak and falling in love, r. cameron. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron x original black female character.

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… friends with benefits, non committal sex, jealousy, mutual pining, repressed feelings, heavy angst, emotional hurt, complicated feelings, drinking, third person perspective (no first or second!) black!fem, original!black character. (venus)

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… it was supposed to be just sex; but things are never that easy especially when you’re sleeping with your ex that you’re still in love with.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… starting something new! we’ll see how this goes lol.

perspiration sticks against her skin.

it starts at her hairline, then seemingly cascades down her face until her entire it’s sheened and dewy — glistening beneath the warm hues that poured through her open window. her cheeks were flushed and jaw was slacked as her mouth gapes. pleading whimpers and breathy moans falls off of her lips as she arches further against him and tosses her head back in pleasure.

she furrows her eyebrows, catching her bottom lip between the grip of her teeth as she cants her hips in a fluid thrust, chafing her pelvis against his as she chased her orgasm.

pleasure spreads through every crevasse of her body; starting from her head, moving down the curve of her spine, until it reaches her toes that curl in at the delicious skin-to-skin contact. her hands that were previously splayed on his chest, anchoring her in place, were now gripping the headboard. she could feel her fingernails scraping against the hard wood as she tightened her grip.

“rafe!” she makes an incoherent noise; the sound caught somewhere between a broken moan and a loud keen that catches in the back of her throat.

she’s biting down so harshly on her bottom lip that she tastes the bitterness of the blood that stints from the bruised skin. she absentmindedly disregards the pain, only continuing to focus on the salacious thrust of her hips and the way rafe’s cock adjusts fittingly and curves inside of her like he was made just for her.

he’s unrelenting in his thrusts — extracting and filling her back up with this irreplaceable pleasure that has her back bowing every time he rolls his hips up to hers. his hands are roughly palming her ass cheeks, his nails bite into her skin as he guides her movements, murmuring words of encouragement while she fucks herself on him. rafe spreads his legs wider; the new change in adjustment allows him to receive a better view of his cock as he penetrates her.

his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of their conjoined bodies, how his cock drenches wetly with her arousal every time he slips out of her. their slick skin ricochets with every upthrust of his hips that meets hers. it’s suave and precise enough so that he’s perfectly hitting her hilt with every slow stroke.

she’s still biting on her lip and the sight of it gives rafe the sudden urge to kiss her.

he tightened his hands around her waist, holding her steadily in place so that he’s able to sit up. she huffs, frustrated that he stopped the undulating movements of his hips. she frowns, parting her mouth open beseechingly to ask why he stopped especially when she was so close. but her chastising inquiry is interjected before she even has the chance to ask as rafe leans forward and brushes his mouth against hers.

he grabs ahold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger, nudging her head up a few inches so that’s catching her mouth against his. she moans, loud and vocal into his mouth when she feels his cock lurch and swell inside of her.

needing more she steadies her hands on his shoulders, anchoring herself in place, holding the smothering weight of his scrutiny as she lifts herself off of him just enough so that only the tip and a few inches is buried inside of her. then, in one swift motion, she pops her ass back as she lowers herself back onto him, reclaiming him in one fluid motion.

the pain subsides as he stretches her until he’s completely bottoming her out again. her body trembles and she falls mercilessly against his chest. he groans in her ear, the wisps of his hot breath tickles against her neck. his lips move in a sinuous path, kissing the spot below her ear, sliding over the curve of her clavicle, pampering open-mouthed kisses along her neckline until he reaches her mouth again.

he can taste the saltiness of her sweat that passed back and forth on their lips. he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, deepening the kiss more ravenously. she’s so focused on the way his tongue teases hers, that she doesn’t notice that he’s leaning her backwards until her back bounces lightly against the mattress.

he nudged her legs open with his knee and angled himself between the crux of her thighs.

she writhes beneath him, biting on his lower lip when she feels the friction of his cock teasing brushing against her slit. he kisses her with vigor; never once breaking contact as he glided his hand underneath her thigh and deftly wound her legs over his waist. reaching between their sweat slick bodies, he grabs ahold of his cock and aligns it at her center.

he nudges into her inch by inch, slowly until he’s pressed against her hilt again. he buries his face in her neck; exhaling labored pants against her dewy skin as he fucked her slowly. her hands slide down the curve of his back, feeling the dip of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

she pistons a full body roll, arching so far against him that her cunt suctions his cock back inside of her without resistance. she holds him there, leveraging her leg higher over his hip so that angle goes deeper. “rafe,” she whimpers, her hands shaking as they seek purchase on his back.

he rolls his hips, deepening his strokes that emphasize his emotions through every gyrating movement. he feels dizzy off of her, like this and the way her body instinctively reacts to his touch.

he leans down to kiss her again, easing into the change in pace before he rolls his pelvic bone against hers. it’s more frantic than before; with the headboard knocking against the wall and the mattress creaking beneath their conjoined weight with every vigorous thrust he gives.

his face is contorted as his eyebrows furrow in concentration. his nostrils flare with every rugged breath that he exhaled and sweat is pouring down his face. he lifts her right leg over his shoulder, shifting his hips lower and fucking her at a more precise angle. it’s perfect; the way he fills her, how she practically melts mercilessly beneath him as these filthy sounds emanate from her mouth.

she’s quivering around him again, pulling him in for more. she’s close, he can tell by the way her chest heaves and how her fingers twist around the bedsheets and he’s not too far behind, with his balls tightening and breathing slowing.

it doesn’t take much longer until she falls apart completely the moment he presses his thumb against her swollen clit. she’s shivering, her mouth hanging agape, hands still clutching at his shoulders when she finally cums — the fluid spills onto her sheets in a wet puddle that forms beneath them.

rafe continues to fuck her, riding her through aftershocks of her orgasm as he milks her dry. her pussy flutters around his cock; still sensitive and swollen from his stimulation. and it feels so good that she actually begins to cry. she blinks through the fogginess of her vision, still rutting her hips against his as she feels another orgasm wash over her.

he’s kissing her as he succumbs to his own orgasm; the sticky white fluid spews out of him in rivulets that coat on her thighs. he slumps over languidly, lying against her titties as he hauls down from his release.

he’s still trembling as she runs her hands through his disheveled hair. “fuck. that was…” better than the last time.

“yeah,” he nods in agreement, chuckling softly as he lifts his head and looks at her. she’s biting on her lip, attempting to stifle the smile that’s pulling at her mouth. “what are you smiling about up there?” he questions curiously albeit he feels a smile tugging at his own lips.

“nothing. it’s–” she shrugs, shyly lowering her eyes. “i don’t know.”

“oh this is new. i’ve never seen you so flustered before.” rafe teases playfully; noticing the way her cheeks flushed and how she was seemingly avoiding his gaze. “it’s cute.” he cooed. her cheeks warmed deeper at rafe’s teasing, but she prevailed through her chagrin as she playfully rolled her eyes and nudged at his shoulders.

“whatever. can you get off of me now? you’re heavy.” she complained, still pushing at his shoulders.

rafe chuckled as he eased his now flaccid penis out of her and fell backwards onto the bed. “don’t try to change the subject. you were blushing. i saw it.” he propped his head against one of her pillows and watched her as she clambered out of the bed.

she walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers; retrieving a clean pair of underwear.

“firstly, i’m black. i don’t blush. secondly, don’t flatter yourself. you aren’t all that for me to get nervous over. ” she says, the words are a complete lie in her attempts of deflection. truthfully, he did make her nervous and she hates that he took immediate notice of it. she was nervous because much against her dismay, being around him recently made her act all girlish — which fucking annoyed her because this wasn’t supposed to happen.

they agreed on a strict friends with benefits relationship because them as a couple simply didn’t work; it was too complicated and at the time of them dating, venus didn’t have room in her life to be infiltrated with any complications. but she still wanted rafe around as a friend and despite their efforts of resistance; their sexual attraction for each other was too palpable to ignore. so they decided upon a covenant that was devoid of complications and commitments, but still enough so they could indulge in their gratification.

it seemed to be going fine at first but somewhere down the line, she realized that her feelings for rafe hadn’t completely gone away after they broke up.

as much as she didn’t want to admit it; she was still in love with him. buried underneath his ornery exterior he was actually sweet and had a soft side to him that she genuinely adored. admitting this out loud though would be completely useless because they agreed on no involvement of feelings, too wary of not wanting another repeat of their breakup that was too painful for either of them to acknowledge.

so, she buried those residual feelings and masqueraded them being the facade that things between them were still strictly platonic.

“now, if you’ll excuse me i need to get in the shower.” she turns around: beginning to retreat into the bathroom when rafe hurriedly blocks her path, standing in front of the doorway. “rafe,” she sighs, trying, albeit futile in her efforts to maneuver around him.

“can i join you?”

she rolls her eyes, “i have somewhere to be. i’m already late because you came over and distracted me.”

“i didn’t see or hear you complaining about me distracting you earlier,” he quips coquettishly as he grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her closer until they were standing directly athwart from each other. she doesn’t resist as he pulls her in for a kiss. it’s slow with his tongue slipping it’s way inside of her mouth. her knees buckle, despite her efforts, as he deepened it and nipped softly at her lower lip. he slacks his jaw wider, alternating between chaste pecks and vigorous kisses.

her stomach flutters again at the intimacy of it; how he’s kissing her with such emotion.

they’re suddenly interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing on her dresser. she jumps, startled by the sound, quickly prying her wet mouth away from his so that she could see who was calling her.

“oh fuck. i have to go.” she mutters, picking up her phone and looking at the screen to see that she had a missed call and text message from her best friend who she was supposed to be meeting for her birthday dinner.

all attendees were all told to arrive at the time of the reservation which was seven forty five. it was already going on six thirty and she still needed to shower, do her hair / makeup and drive to the restaurant. she wants to blame rafe for getting her sidetracked, but truthfully, she willingly indulged in his flirtatious advances the moment he arrived at her apartment.

she sent a message of reply as she assures her that she was already on the way. “it’s been fun but i really need to get ready.”

rafe feigned mock offense as he placed his hand over his chest. “you use me for a booty call and then kick me out afterwards? i’m hurt, venus.”

she rolls her eyes at rafe’s dramatic antics as she walks into the bathroom. “lock my door when you leave, please!” she closed and locked the door behind her as she saunters over to the shower, twisting the knob as she turns it on.

#black!reader #black!fem!oc #drew starkey x black!female character #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe x black!oc #rafe x black reader #rafe x oc #black!oc #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey drabble #rafe cameron outer banks #outer banks s4 #rafe cameron smut #rafe x female!mc #black!fem!reader

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