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21. “Wind You Up”

Trevor (Hellraiser) x Fem!Reader

꒰Hair Pulling + Rough Sex꒱ - 851

• degradation, reader with long enough hair to grab, jealousy, unprotected sex, friends with benefits

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Looking for love in this world was overrated and fucking stupid in your opinion. In your eyes Trevor felt the same way, and for the most part he did. Except for when you both agreed it was fine to see other people and you actually went on another date with a guy.

Who the fuck did that guy think he was? He obviously wasn’t good for you, not that Trevor was the best fit either. It wasn’t the healthiest of relationships, and for sure not an official one, but Trevor still felt as if he was better than any guy you could get with. He knew he was, even if he had to prove it to you.

And by no means was it his fault that he was snooping and came across the story you had posted about your date on instagram. Fucking embarrassing for him. Did people think you and him weren’t together? He’d make sure you realized you were his and he was yours.

“Yeah? And did he fuck you like this?” Trevor laughed cruelly, holding onto your waist as he pounded into your cunt. Normally you’d be embarrassed by how loud your cunt was squelching, but you were so far gone it barely registered in your brain. Trevor had already brought you through one orgasm, not faltering for a second as he fucked you brainless. 

That’s what this was, fucking. There was no gentleness or ‘making love’, he was showing you that he was the only one who knew your body this well, the only one who knew how to make you cum repeatedly and in such a short amount of time. Not that time mattered. Trevor had stamina, he could be here all night.

His hips drew forward, snapping them at an angle that had his tip pressing into your g–spot. You moaned, mouth open against the mattress as you drooled. He rolled his eyes, “Just gonna take it? Can’t even do any work? That’s fine. I’ll do the work, make you cum. Shit, I always do.” Trevor was nearly a mess, sweat rolling down his muscles as he tried not to choke on his words.

He wanted to brag, to make it known that he was the only one for you. You nodded into the bed, his narrowed eyes glaring at the back of your head. “That’s what you need? To be fucked like a whore? Sure look like one, going out with other guys when you already have me.” Trevor’s chest heaved as he stared down at you, anger and jealousy still coursing through him.

Not satisfied with your lack of an answer he reached forward, grabbing your hair into a ponytail, wrapping your hair around his palm as much as he could. Trevor yanked, pulling you up by it. Your back arched easily, front half lifted off the mattress as he held your head up by your hair. “Fuck! Yes, Trev!” You really only half registered what you were agreeing to.

Shaking his head, he kept thrusting up into you, bouncing you on his dick as he gripped your hair. “Fuckin’ know that’s right,” he grumbled. Your hands fumbled, coming back to grab at his muscular thighs, moans growing in volume. Hearing you moan so loudly had Trevor’s eyebrows furrowing, begging to not come earlier than he wished.

It wasn’t hard to admit that your sounds turned him on more, even more so when you greedily took everything he gave you. However, it was harder to admit that there were feelings under all of it. He pushed the thoughts down, exhaling in stuttered breaths as he tried to stave off his orgasm.

Even so, he could feel his balls tighten, slapping against your ass. “Fuuuck,” Trevor groaned at the sight of your body jolting with each thrust. “Take it, I know you can,” He sneered, no mercy in his voice. He knew if you had a problem you’d voice it, but judging by how cock drunk you were, you had no problems. 

Trevor moved to press your back to his chest, still holding your hair tightly between his calloused fingers. “I’ll teach you not to find someone else. You don’t need them.” You choked on incoherent words, nails biting into his thighs as he smirked. “What was that?” He egged you on, giving you a punishing thrust. When you only mewled in response he nodded, “That’s what I fucking thought. You speak when spoken to.”

His thrusts doubled down as his fingers sunk into the roots of your hair, gripping onto it. When you only moaned Trevor smirked. “Good girl. So you can listen,” he laughed sarcastically, cocking his head to the side. His free hand left your waist, going to grab your ass, spreading it to see himself fucking into your cunt.

“If only you were as nice as her,” he tutted, shaking his head. “There’s still hope.” Trevor looked back up at the back of your head where you let him hold your hair harshly. His smirk became wider at the sight of you being so obedient. Yeah, there was still hope.

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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]

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

[softspiderling]

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

[willowsages-blog]

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,’’  

[rafesfavouritegirl]

there's super little sub!rafe content on here , so if you're down for that , i'd live to read it

submission⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

summary: rafe has been feeling a little needy lately, and instead of him doing the work in bed, he wants you to be dom!

warnings: smut, sub!rafe

notes: hope you enjoy! it’s a little short unfortunately

you and rafe were lying in bed, rafe laying ontop of you with his head buried against your chest, and you just sitting watching the tv with your hands raking through his hair

rafe shifted, letting out a slight whine as he began to get restless. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly, your eyebrows furrowing in concern as you sat up a bit, making his head lift off your chest

“i don’t know, jus’ restless” he murmured, the vague answer making you wonder. he’d been really clingy and needy lately, and you just didn’t know why. until it clicked in your head that sex had been off the table for a bit, so maybe that’s why

“do you wanna…have sex?” you asked, making his head lift to look at you fully. he seemed hesitant, taking a deep breath before speaking. “uh, yeah. but can we try something?” he asked, his fists clenching nervously at his sides

you narrowed your eyes for minute before nodding, letting him speak again. “can you uh, can you dom me?” he asked softly, looking down slightly as he waited for your answer

you smiled softly, finding it a little funny he’d been so restless just because all we wanted was for you to dom him. “of course, you should’ve told me sooner” you said, making rafe peak up fully

all rafe was doing was whining in response, the boy completely lost in ecstasy as his needs were being being met beyond what he had in mind. you were squeezing him deliciously, praising him so perfectly he thought he was dreaming

“fuck rafe, doing so good” you moaned. your hands gently tousling his hair. you never thought something like this would feel so good for the both of you, but right now, you had never felt better. “that’s it baby, keep whining” you encouraged, causing rafe to whine a little louder

you felt a warmth pool into your stomach, a sign your orgasm was catching up to you. you upped your pace, giving hard and fast bounced as you chased that so needed climax. “gonna cum soon” you warned rafe, gently tugging his hair

“i-im gonna cum too” rafe whimpered, the clench and fluttering of your pussy driving him over the edge. it only took another couple of bounced before rafe came, his warm semen spurting into your womb so pleasantly. you followed along, letting out a whimper yourself as you gave one final bounce

you collapsed onto him, both of you catching your breath after two mind blowing orgasms. “you did so good baby, really happy you suggested that” you said softly, lifting his head up so you could pepper kisses over his flushed face

you lifted yourself off, going to the bathroom and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. when you came back, rafe was sprawled on the bed, still in a slight haze

you cleaned him up, as well as yourself before crawling into bed beside him, letting him curl up into your side as you both fell into a well needed sleep

[rafedaddy01]

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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[cutielando]

marriage headcannons | r.c.

synopsis: in which you build a life with Rafe

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it would be the best decision of your life

you and rafe had been dating for 3 and a half years before he popped the magical question

he had done it at Midsummers, in front of his entire family and basically the whole of Figure Eight

the ring he had bought you had taken your breath away, fitting on your finger so beautifully like it was made just for you

when you told your parents, they were absolutely over the moon

they had also got married young, so they didn’t judge you for moving too fast

plus, they absolutely adored the living hell out of Rafe, supporting him through his recovery like he was their own son

the conversation about your engagement with his family, though, didn’t go as well as the one with yours

well, at least not entirely

Rose and Wheezie were very excited when they found out, thinking that this would be the thing to finally make Rafe settle down and be the man of his own house

even though Rose and Rafe often didn’t see eye to eye, she couldn’t deny the very positive effect that you had over her stepson

Sarah quite simply just didn’t care, she wanted nothing to do with any of you, especially not her brother

despite the fact that you and Sarah had been best friends when you first started dating Rafe, she began distancing herself from you and the rest of her family when she started hanging out with John B and the Pogues

Ward, however, didn’t want to believe that it was true in the beginning. he wouldn’t accept the fact that his son was starting to make a family of his own, that he wouldn’t be at his beck and call every second of the day anymore

none of their opinions mattered to you or Rafe

you both felt that getting engaged was the right move for the both of you, for starting to build the future that you have always talked about together

you started planning the wedding right away with the help of Rose and Wheezie

after lengthy conversations between Rose and Ward, the latter had finally come to terms with the engagement and agreed to let the two of you host the wedding party at Tannyhill

Rafe didn’t want to intrude on the planning, trusting that you would take care of it and plan the wedding of your dreams and he didn’t want to be in the way

before the day of the wedding, Rose and Wheezie kept you away from Rafe the entire night, Topper and Kelce doing the same with Rafe

it was hell for the both of you, neither liking being away from the other, especially before such an important day

on the morning, though, the nerves were almost paralyzing

Wheezie had helped Rose do your hair and your mother helped with your make-up, transforming you in the most beautiful bride they had ever seen, as per their quotes

once you also put on your wedding dress and finally saw yourself in the mirror, tears had welled up in your eyes, as well as the other women’s in your life

your mother was especially emotional when she saw you ready to get married

once it was finally time for your father to walk you down the aisle, your mind was going into overdrive, dozens of thoughts hitting you all at once

however, once you stepped out into the garden and locked eyes with Rafe, the entire world seemed to fade away

tears had started welling up in Rafe’s eyes as he watched you slowly walk towards him, his smile imprinted on his face

as soon as you reached him and your father gave you away, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him

the ceremony and the party were a dream, you were with the people you loved most and you were finally married to the love of your life

you spent your honeymoon in the Maldives, the 2 weeks you were there being the most relaxing and fun you’d had in a while

domestic bliss had really set in when you got back

having moved to your own place, living with each other had been everything you had hoped for and more

attending events was a particularly fun thing for the both of you, getting the opportunity to call each other “husband” and “wife”

you would have sex every single day, not being able to resist each other

in the morning, in the afternoon, at night, at the club, in restaurants, it didn’t matter where you guys were. you did it everywhere

after 2-3 years of being married, you would find out that you were expecting your first child, which made you both fall in love with each other a thousands times over again

all in all, being married to Rafe was the best thing to ever happen to you

the love you two shared having conquered every obstacle thrown your way

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[friendlypunk]

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.

[xobunni0]

tehehehe

[yawnzshit]

who gets me WHO GETS ME!!!!!

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

[seriska]

mafia au anyone? tbh the toxicity makes him hotter

[willshookaspear]

NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON x OC

Snippet from 04: you're delusional

"Cute," Rafe mocked. Josie swung around and looked up to where his voice was coming from. He was standing on the balcony, leaning his lower arms on the railing, and watching her intently. For some reason, Josie felt embarrassed that he would've seen that interaction with JJ. But anger quickly replaced that embarrassment at the sight of his smug face.

"Don't you have something better to do than spy on me? Go away, Rafe," Josie said and rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Nothing as amusing as watching you try to convince yourself that you're attracted to him," Rafe sneered confidently. Josie gritted her teeth.

"How could you possibly know what I'm attracted to?" she scoffed. Rafe just smiled assertively and pushed himself off from leaning on the railing. Josie suddenly realized he wasn't wearing a shirt and she clenched her jaw.

"You forget I've known you since we were kids. You blush, right here," he gestured to his face, "over your cheekbones." She wasn't sure he meant in general, or right now. Either way, the thought made her angry.

"You're delusional," she rolled her eyes in mockery.

"Maybe. Either way, I'm sure you can do better than Maybank." Rafe gestured to the drive where JJ had been standing just a few minutes ago.

"Like who, cousin?" Josie put a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Don't call me that. We're not cousins," Rafe pointed at her with a serious look on his face. Then he turned around and walked inside. Josie was left flushed on ground level, annoyed that she didn't throw something at him when he was in range.

AO3: NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON by willshookaspear

[fallenangel2sworld]

I think you'd like this story: "𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒕 ~ 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑶𝒄" by blackdahliah_212 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/380017425?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=blackdahliah_212

[rafedaddy01]

Reader giving rafe head for the first time while he’s driving!! Xx

You and rafe were driving home after a party.

You were a little tipsy, or in Rafes words plastered, maybe you had too much to drink. Which involved rafe pulling you off a table were you were dancing in just your underwear and bra. That’s when he plopped you down in the passenger seat and slammed the door before hoping in the drivers seat and driving both of you back to his house.

“Quit your pouting, you’re lucky I didn’t leave hand prints all over your ass in front of everyone.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter, the image of everyone seeing you exposed like that, you, his property, still playing over in his mind.

You were too far gone to hold your tongue, “stop being dramatic, I was just having fun” you slurred your words a little.

“Y/n” Rafes tone was a warning. He knew you were a little drunk to know any better so he was trying to be nice.

“Fine, I’m sorry.” You grumbled. “Let me make it up to you” you smiled to yourself as the idea popped into your head. Your hand went over to his lap, making its way up to his zipper, pulling it down and rubbbing him through his boxers. “What are you doing” Rafes throated bobbed as he came to a stop at a red light.

“Apologizing for being a bad girl” you unbuckled yourself and got on your knees, leaning over the center console and pulling out his now hard cock.

“Y/n..” his sentence turned into a groan as your mouth closed around the tip of his cock.

You closed your eyes and sinked further down on him.

“Fucking hell” Rafe whispered under his breath as he tried to focus on the road.

“Mmm” you moaned around his cock.

“Shit. Your in for a treat when he get home, fuck” Rafes free hand came up to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and tugging.

“Well see” you mumbled before sinking back down on his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck” Rafe groaned as his throat bobbed and he tried hard not to pull the car over and fuck you right here right now.

“Do you forgive me” you pulled off his cock and pouted up at him.

Rafe rolled his eyes, resistant to give in. You started pulling back, getting ready to buckled yourself back into your seat when Rafe gripped your throat, “fine, I forgive you” he kissed your lips before pushing your head back down.

“Good” you smile widened before you swallowed rafe whole.

“Fuck, that’s good” Rafe hissed as his foot pressed harder on the gas, eager to get home and finish what you started.

“You have no idea how bad I wanna pull this car over and fuck you in the back seat” Rafes words made your pussy clench and drip.

You couldn’t help but reach down and rub yourself through your soaked panties, “tsk, you naughty girl”

Rafes hand reach over and flipped your skirt up, groaning when he saw what you were doing, “does my slut what to be touched?”

You took more of him down your throat to signal yes.

“God damn, that’s a pretty view” Rafe groaned as he looked between what your fingers were doing and the road.

You moaned around him as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

You knew rafe was close too by the way he moaned the his tip contracted, leaking pre cum.

You gagged around him to the point of spit and tears poring down your face.

You bobbed your head faster, hallowing your cheeks and letting him reach the back of your throat.

Rafe cursed under his breath before he came down your throat.

“Shit” he huffed out a breath as you licked up the side of his softening cock.

Your fingers still worked on your clit as you neared your edge.

You let out a needy whine as you came undone, “rafey” you moaned as you soaked your panties more than they already were.

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best friend's brother cliché | r.c.

synopsis: in which you fall for Sarah's brother

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Falling for Rafe Cameron, your best friend's brother, was the epitome of a cliché.

What was even worse was that you were sneaking behind her back. You knew it was wrong and that you should just be honest to her about it, but you were scared.

They didn't get along at all or see eye to eye, ever. Telling her that you're dating her brother was not exactly the thing she'd want to hear.

"Hey there" Rafe's voice whispered in your ear as he appeared behind you.

"Hey" you gave him a small smile and looked around, making sure nobody was around before you leaned up and pecked his lips.

"What brings you here? You have plans with my sister?" he asked as he sat down on the couch next to you.

"Yeah, she said she wanted to hang out because we haven't done it in a while" you pouted, wishing more than anything that you could go up to Rafe's room and cuddle with him.

"Ah. Where is she anyway?"

"She said she had to go change"

He nodded and tapped his fingers against his leg.

"I've missed you" you whispered, taking his hand in yours.

"I've missed you, too. I haven't seen you in 2 days but it felt like 2 years" he groaned silently, resting his head against your shoulder.

"Believe me, I know. I can't believe I went 2 days without seeing your handsome face" you flirted and planted a kiss on his head.

"I saw your face everywhere I looked. I wanted nothing more than to come to your house and just stay with you all day long, but my dad kept finding things for me to do like he knew what I had been thinking about" he vented, finally being able to get things off his chest.

It wasn't like you hadn't been texting absolutely non-stop in the 2 days that you hadn't seen each other, but he always liked your conversations when you were together. They had more depth, he said.

"I'm sorry, bub" you whispered. tracing imaginary figures on his arm with the tip of your nail.

You heard someone clear their throat from behind you, making you both look back. There stood Sarah, her hands on her hips and a murderous look on her face.

"What the hell is going on here?" her voice echoed in the entire house, making you pull away from each other.

"I can explain" you said, getting up and moving towards her.

"You better. What the hell are you doing with Rafe?"

"Jesus, Sarah, lower your voice. I think there are a couple of aliens that didn't hear you" Rafe mumbled, making Sarah shoot daggers in his direction with her eyes.

"Look, this is not how I wanted you to find out" you started, trying to soften the blow as much as possible.

"Find out what?"

"That Y/N and I are dating" Rafe commented before you could say anything.

You turned around and glared at him, making him raise his hands in surrender and sit back down on the couch, this time facing you.

"I'm sorry, did you just say dating?" she was now looking at you, probably expecting you to deny what Rafe just said.

Without saying a word, you silently nodded.

"How long has this been going on?" her voice was calmer now, but she still sounded upset.

"A couple of months" your voice was really soft, not wanting to anger her more.

"So you've been sneaking around my back for months? You didn't even feel the need to tell me? Your best friend?" she asked, making you look at the ground in shame.

"Don't talk to her like that. This is exactly why we didn't want to tell you" Rafe suddenly butted in, coming over and standing in front of you.

You silently reached down and took his hand, which he gladly held.

"Oh, so now it's my fault that you've been lying to me?" Sarah continued, making you suddenly irritated by her behavior.

"Look at how you're reacting, it's like we killed someone. I can't help it if I fell in love with her, did you expect me to ask for your permission or something?" Rafe said, making your eyes widen at his statement.

"You love me?" your voice was so soft that he almost didn't hear you, but he did.

He turned around and took your face in his hands, smiling.

"Of course I do. I've been in love with you ever since you started hanging out with Sarah"

"I love you too" you whispered, bringing your hands up to rest on his that we're holding your face.

"Uh, hello? I'm still here and this conversation isn't over" Sarah interrupted your moment, making you sigh.

"Sarah, look. I never wanted this to happen because it's such a cliché to fall for your best friend's brother. But it happened, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I love your brother and I'm sorry I've been keeping this from you, but I'm finally happy. Truly happy. Please just try to understand this" you took her hands in yours, trying to appeal to her soft side.

She kept looking between the two of you, not saying anything for a couple of moments.

"Is he treating you right?" she finally broke the silence, but she was still glaring at Rafe.

"He is, you know I would kick his ass if he wasn't" you chuckled at the end, making a smile appear on Sarah's face.

"Let's say I accept you two dating. Please don't make out in front of me or fuck on my bed or the couch" her look changed from a smiling to a disgusted one.

"I promise" you said, looking back at Rafe. He hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Sarah pulled you into a hug, making you feel relieved. You had been so scared of telling her about your relationship, and even though she didn't want to hear t in the beginning, you were glad she came around.

"Be careful" she whispered in your ear once you pulled away, which you nodded it.

She turned around and left for the kitchen, giving you and Rafe some privacy.

"That went better than I thought it would" you told Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I don't even care if she approves or not. It wouldn't stop me from being with you. But I knew it was important to you, so I figured I would behave" he smiled, holding your face in his right hand.

"Thank you" you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, closing the gap between your bodies.

"I told you no making out in front of me!!!" Sarah yelled once she came back and saw you two making out in the middle of the living room.

You both laughed, knowing that you were not going to live this down.

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