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another halloween comic! uwu
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the sillies
#my art#fishfingersandscarves#arcane#jayvik#jayce talis#viktor arcane#comic#this is so stupid but. crybaby jayce is real to me.#league of legends
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I present you my "Donnie, the Emotionless, Absolutely Never Crying Badboy" collection:
and, of course:
Yep, definitively no emotions here!
#rise donnie#rottmnt#my hobby is collecting crying/near crying donnie screenshots#he cries very easily actually and is bad at regulating emotions! he just needs to care a little!#the moment something 'gets through' (which isn't rare!) he's easily moved!#he's actually a crybaby! and we love and respect crybabies in this house!
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⋅˚₊‧ ୨ rafe cameron p!links ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
mira’s 1k special !
nsfw links under the cut

cw ; cnc , fauxcest , roughness , etc
rafe using you after coming back from a party
crybaby!reader when she needs to calm down
rafe who just can’t help but touch up his stepsis
fucking you in his little home gym
how he rewards you for swallowing
toxic!rafe making you grind against his gun
how big he is compared to your cunt
rafe who has a sick obsession with your tits
sub!rafe eating you out
rafe who has no choice but to pull over in the middle of the road to put you in your place
putting you in a headlock
fatherfigure!rafe that has to make sure you’re not fucking around with anyone else
taking frat!rafe to the hilt
how rough he fucks you when the pogues have pushed him over the edge
mean!rafe slaps you around and expects you to thank him for it
rafe who lets crybaby!reader hold onto her stuffie when he’s giving it to her rough
how crybaby!reader looks at rafe when she’s sucking him off
kitty!reader and rafe going at it
rafe playing with his doll
he has no problem shoving his fingers in you in public when you’re being a brat
rafe who takes you against the ground like a rabid animal
using your throat to get himself off
bsf!rafe who finally convinces you to let him take your virginity
the sort of pic rafe has as his homescreen
kitty!reader who tries to catch rafe’s attention when he’s on one of his important business calls
rafe getting crybaby!reader’s mouth ready
the sort of video you send him in hopes of being punished later

#rafe cameron p!links#p!links#crybaby!reader#dollie!reader#kitty!reader#toxic!rafe#fatherfigure!rafe#mean!rafe#bsf!rafe#frat!rafe#sub!rafe#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outerbanks smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x reader#outerbanks x reader#rafe#rafe cameron#rafe x you#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron imagine#outerbanks imagine#obx imagine#outerbanks#obx#outer banks#rafe prompt
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Dick pushing thirty is forever funny to me. I imagine he pouts in the corner anytime Damien or Jason jokingly call him "old man"
Once during a particularly stressful mission he came back and took a shower only to notice a single grey hair amongst the black. He was basically that scene in howls moving castle where he threw himself on the nearest surface and wallowed until Kori had to reassure him he was still young.
He works on a mission with Bruce and is beaming when an officer comes up to him and he's expecting a "thanks kid" like the old days or maybe a "hey bro" in solidarity but the officer just shakes his hand and says "thank you sir"
Dick cries for a week.
#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#damien wayne#robin#batman#dc comics#bat fam#he's a crybaby#but he's pretty so i forgive him
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You don’t love me
Crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron
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It had been weeks of the same routine. Rafe was up early, gone all day, and by the time he got home, he was too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed. You understood at first—Rafe worked hard, and running a company wasn’t easy. But as the days turned into weeks, his absence began to gnaw at you.
Tonight, you’d reached your limit.
You were sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, when the craving hit. You wanted ice cream, something sweet and cold to take your mind off the void of Rafe’s company. You peeked into the kitchen but found nothing that would satisfy you.
“Rafe?” you called, walking into the bedroom where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Yeah?” His voice was tired, his eyes barely lifting to meet yours.
“I wanna go for a drive. We can stop and get ice cream or something,” you said, your tone hopeful.
Rafe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Baby, I can’t tonight. I’m dead on my feet. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
The casual dismissal stung. “No, it can’t wait,” you snapped, your voice rising. “You’ve been saying that all week! Tomorrow, tomorrow—what about me, Rafe?”
“I’m doing this for us,” he said, his tone defensive. “I’m not saying no because I want to. I’m exhausted, okay?”
You stared at him, your emotions bubbling over. Before you knew it, you were crying, your chest heaving with sobs. “You don’t care! You don’t care about me anymore!”
Rafe frowned, standing up. “That’s not fair, and you know it.”
“Fair?” you spat, your voice cracking as you stomped your foot. “What’s not fair is you ignoring me all the time! All I wanted was a stupid drive, and you can’t even give me that!”
“Dolly—”
“Don’t call me that!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your words tumbled out in a jumble, barely making sense. “You don’t listen to me! You don’t care! You just… you just—”
You weakly shoved at his chest, your small fists thumping against him as you hiccupped and choked on your sobs. Rafe stood there, letting you vent, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to grab you or give you space.
“You’re mean! And, and… I hate you!” you wailed, though you didn’t mean it.
Finally, Rafe had enough. “Alright,” he said, his voice firm. He grabbed your wrists gently but firmly, holding them still. “That’s enough, baby. Stop.”
But you didn’t stop. “You don’t love me!” you blubbered, your head dropping forward as you sobbed uncontrollably.
Rafe sighed, pulling you into his chest despite your protests. “I love you more than anything,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “But you’ve got to calm down, okay? You’re working yourself up too much.”
“I-I can’t!” you hiccupped, your body shaking in his hold.
“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Breathe, Dolly. Come on, with me. In and out.”
You tried, but the sobs kept breaking through, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Rafe scooped you up and carried you to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap. He started rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles, his chin resting on top of your head.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I just… I just wanted…” you sniffled, unable to finish your sentence.
“I know,” he said softly. “I know, baby. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately, haven’t I?”
You nodded against his chest, your tears soaking his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of genuine regret. “You’re right—I haven’t been around enough. I’ll fix it, okay? Starting tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” you mumbled, your voice small and wobbly.
“Promise,” he said, lifting your chin so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “And tonight, I’ll make it up to you. We’ll stay up and watch whatever you want, or I’ll run out and get ice cream. Anything you need, baby.”
You sniffled, wiping your face with your sleeve. “Just want you…”
“You’ve got me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Always.”
Your sobs began to subside, your breathing evening out as Rafe continued to hold you close. You clung to him, your face buried in his neck, finally feeling the comfort you’d been craving.
“Love you,” you whispered.
“Love you more, Dolly,” he murmured, his voice a soft promise against your hair.
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#rafe cameron#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron imagines#rafe imagine#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe obx#rafe smut#obx#obx season 2#rafe outer banks#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe fic#rafe cameron x bimbo reader#obx season 4#obx4#obx x reader#obx fanfiction#obx fic#outer banks#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron blurb#crybaby reader#crybaby#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x kook!reader#rafe Cameron x crybaby reader#rafe cameron x you
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stan & shifty
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Everyday I’m reminded that I actually should watch the spooky streams.

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i need rafe with a painfully shy reader. she literally cannot. verbalize
and usually when she wants a kiss rafe just knows so he obliges but he decides to tease her and forces her to ask for it which is an uphill battle for her bc shes a horrible flustered stuttering mess
rafe was used to the way you communicated—or rather, the way you didn’t. he never needed you to say much. the way your eyes flickered to his lips, the way you fidgeted with your sleeves, the way you tilted your head just slightly in silent invitation—he knew what you wanted before you could ever put it into words.
and usually, he gave in without making you ask.
but tonight, he felt like being mean.
you had been staring at his mouth for the last five minutes, big eyes darting up to his every time he caught you, cheeks already burning pink. it was adorable. painful, even, how shy you were, how you practically shrank into yourself when he turned the attention back on you.
“you want something, angel?” rafe asked, leaning in just enough to make your breath catch.
your lips parted, but no words came out. just a small, helpless squeak before you looked away, hands twisting into the hem of your sweater.
he smirked. “c’mon, baby. use your words.”
you shook your head quickly, as if to say never mind, but he wasn’t letting you off the hook that easy.
“what is it?” he pressed, voice lower now, teasing. His fingers found your chin, tilting your face back toward him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you always get so quiet when you want a kiss.”
your eyes widened, the mortification clear on your face. he had never said it out loud before, had never made you acknowledge the way you begged for his affection without speaking.
“say it,” rafe murmured. “just one little word.”
you swallowed hard, but your lips stayed sealed, trembling slightly as you fought against the unbearable weight of his gaze.
his thumb brushed your bottom lip, his other hand resting possessively on your thigh. “i’ll wait.”
you let out a shaky breath, fists clenched in your lap. your entire body was burning, and he was enjoying this, watching you struggle, watching you squirm.
after what felt like an eternity, you finally managed a tiny, barely audible whisper.
“…kiss…”
rafe hummed, pretending to consider it. “that’s all you got for me?”
your lashes fluttered, frustration and humiliation mingling in your expression as you tried again. this time, it was just a little louder, a little clearer.
“…kiss me…”
that was enough.
before you could even exhale the last syllable, rafe had you pinned beneath him, his mouth finally—finally—claiming yours. his lips were rough and demanding, rewarding your effort with all the intensity you had been silently pleading for.
and when he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and dizzy, he smirked at the dazed, flustered look on your face.
“see?” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
#cameronsbabydoll ⋆. 𐙚 ˚#anons ♡⸝⸝#rafe cameron#rafe cameron headcanons#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron x yn#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron series#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x crybaby!reader#rafe cameron x innocent reader#outerbanks rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe
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started missing the mer boys, so did some doodles
#cosmic tides#dca mermaid au#dca mer au#mermaid au#dca au#fnaf dca#fnaf daycare attendant#dca community#dca fandom#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#mermaid sun#mermaid moon#mer giant sun#mer giant moon#noble y/n#cosmic tides y/n#doodles#sketches#sun is a giant crybaby#but moon defends him no matter what
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i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases
#personal#rottmnt#although tbf its probably because with leo its unpacked more thoroughly in the movie#donnie is not a morally ambiguous emotionally unavailable bad boy. he is very sensitive actually#he's a little crybaby /aff#and like this isnt hidden. he isnt SECRETLY sensitive or secretly caring its very out in the open actually#he's not hiding it well AT ALL AND THEY ALL KNOW IT LMAOOOOOOOO#i think donnie's perception of himself is somewhat earnest and somewhat. not? he DEFINITELY thinks he's more evil than he actually is#BGHFHDHGJFHG#i think what causes him to lash out and struggle to communicate is his inability to articulate his feelings#they are just too big for him. like its the exact opposite of robotic#he cant force himself to give a fuck but when he DOES its too much#so he yells and lashes out or he shuts down completely#honestly i think the perception of him being too sensitive being a problem makes way more sense than the perception of him being 'robotic'#when it comes to struggles in how his family sees him at least#even in little ways you can see him take it pretty personally when he's insulted#he struggles to blow things off#and i think it would also explain his tendency to like. visibly calm himself down when he gets upset? its a thing he does a lot in the show#he desperately wants to destroy that perception of him because he's trying so hard to close himself off#he doesn't want to be the sensitive one that cant take anything. it especially works in line with his shell#it was a big inspiration for canary continuity tbh. donnie should struggle with being the sensitive one in fic more#mikey is more empathetic and he's more emotional but donnie's quicker to feel offended or take things personally#BACKED UP HEAVILY BY CANON#that 'you can be honest with me! no hard feelings' - 'he's lyinggggggg'#like he's not upset with them babying him as much as he is with them genuinely finding it frustrating that he can fall behind like that#and just cannot take shit like that. so he tries to pull back and not seem as affected as he is#theyre a very cuddly family but mind you they can be actually mean to each other like that!!
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YOU WRITE CRYING MEN SO WELL ITS CRAZY ☹️🙏🙏 CAN WE PLS PLS PLS GET SMUT FOR CRYBABY!YANDERE OMG
Of course :) Pt.1. Pt.2.
Tags: oral (reader receiving), pillow humping, mommy kink (a bit obvious lol), poor communication
Yandere crybaby, who, despite all of his perverted fantasies, would be shy to take things further with you. You'd have to coax it out of him with gentle reassurance. Petting the top of his head, kissing his pouty lips, nibbling on his neck. Slowly drawing lewd whimpers and whines from him. Slowly making him rock hard for you.
But then, at the last frustrating second, where you start to take off his shirt, he'd stop you. Embarrassment with a mix of insecurity in his eyes. Choked up tears and weak excuses muttered from his lips. Making your heart flutter at the sight of beet-redded face. Your fingers wiped his cheek, his lips planting kisses against your palm in return. Taking a few seconds to calm down his breathing, he bore his eyes into yours.
"We don't have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, honey."
Your kind words eased him. But he knew you were bound to get tired of him being a pathetic crying mess. Truth was, he was scared— afraid that you'll hate him if you saw what was underneath his clothes. Afraid that if he didn't satisfy you, you would surely get rid of him. Leave him all alone to rot. Be with someone who was far better than him.
He couldn't let that happen.
"No, hic... You need relief. I-I can do this! I don't want you to be unsatisfied... Hic! I don't want you to go to anyone else for this. I want you to only look at me. Love me. Only me."
He got down between your legs. Rubbing your knees as he gulped, swallowing the saliva that wanted to spill. He felt sweaty. His heart drummed against his ears as tears fell from his eyes.
"Are you sure?" You confirmed it with him one last time, unable to say no to his cute, innocent face. He sniffled as he nodded enthusiastically. He wanted to do this. Not only because he could finally taste you, but also to make himself useful. He wanted to be good for you. He craved your approval; he needed it to survive.
He felt nervous. He had no idea what to do when you hesitantly pulled down your underwear. Just staring at your private...
His pants already creamed just by the sight of your bare pussy. He bit his lip hard, hiding a whimper from the shock of pleasure traveling up his body. Blinking and blinking, the gears in his head turning.
Your brows furrowed in concern. "I don't think we should, um..."
You lost your train of thought when his shaky breaths fanned your mound. An unsure tongue licking the length of your sensitive front. His eyes closed in ecstasy. Already overwhelmed enough by all his other senses. Your familiar smell, your divine taste, your dripping flesh— all driving him crazier. The noise you made caused his stomach to churn.
He pulled away, rubbing his cheek to the soft plush of your thigh instead. "Mmgh, f-feels too good. I..." His hand covered a mewl. "I love you so much..."
"I love you too, baby. But it's not a big deal if you—"
You were cut off again, this time by a surge of good shock shooting through you. He delved in, started to eat you out like a starved man. Licking, sucking, nibbling. His hands grabbing your hips so he could push his tongue further into your hole. Sinful squelching noises filled the room. His nose pressing against your clit with each thrust of his tongue. He wasn't holding back any longer, hiding his face between your thighs.
He slowly began to move his hips. His poor overstimulated cock rubbing against the couch. Aroused again with a fever. His whole body burned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while he kept going. Movements only getting rougher and faster while you placed your hand on top of his head. Holding his head and bucking into his mouth, chasing release.
You had no idea he could be like this. His docile attitude replaced with something feral. He was moaning like he was in pain. Feeding on your juices to quench his thirst. His hips bumped against the furniture as if he wasn't capable of controlling it. Tears ruining his pretty face even more.
It was only a matter of time before you finished. Your back arching and your toes curling with a loud groan. "Ahhh... Fuck, fuck! Where did all that come from?"
"I-I just want you to be happy... Did I make you happy? Was I good? Are you gonna stay with me? You won't abandon me... right?!"
You sighed, a small smile forming on your face. He clearly had some things to work out. Always needing constant comfort; begging for you to own him, capture him, claim him as yours. He wished he could say the words without tearing up. Ask you to tie him down to your bed and just play with his hair.
He got comfortable with your body. Learning to use his slender fingers and even started to make eye contact when he kitten-licked your sensitive nub. Sobbing happy tears when you slowly stroked his hair. He felt enveloped by your love. Surrounded by you.
The liquid streamed down to his chin. Cries of joy vibrating against your heat while he worked harder to drive you to the edge. Half-lidded eyes staring up at yours as his fingers slid in and out of you rhythmically.
"Such a good boy, aren't you, hon? Yes. Yes, you are. You're my good boy. Ah, fuck, I'm gonna—"
Sometimes, the best way to help him calm down was to let him cuddle up to your chest. Sitting on your lap, head under your shirt— engulfed by your sweet sweet smell— lips moving around your breasts. Licking hot stripes around your areola, sucking on your nipple like a pacifier.
He'd start to get more greedy for your approval. Asking if he did a good job for a basic task, like folding his clothes and putting them away. Or if he was a good boy for not crying when you went to the bathroom. He was adorable— looking at you like a lost child, wanting for you to take care of him.
He couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment. Pleading and pleading for you to stay when you wanted to hang out with your friends. You pecked his lips, "Be good, baby. I'll be back in 2 hours. Promise."
He whimpered when you pulled away from him. Yet obeying your words as he should. Plopping down to your shared bed to sniff your scent from the sheets. 2 hours, he could do that.
He started weep pathetically. The droplets soaking your blanket. He cried over far more stupid things than this. A crybaby. That was really all he was. He took your pillow, hugging it tightly as if it would disappear at any moment. His eyes closed shut. Whispering, "Haah... I wish you were hugging me... I wish you were here..."
He tried to be a good boy. Tried to keep himself in check. Tried oh-so hard to stop thinking about it. But eventually, the problem in his pants started to hurt. One of his trembling legs dropped over your pillow, while he found the rewarding angle that gave him the most friction. His hand sneaked into his pocket to grab a pair of hidden underwear, there in case of... emergencies.
You came back to your room to retrieve a forgotten item. Just at the right time— catching him grinding against your pillow mindlessly. Your underwear pressed tightly against his nose as he inhaled and exhaled a wail. Moaning louder and more high-pitched than you've ever heard.
"Nghh... m-mommy... Why...? Why did you have to— hic— leave your poor babyboy....?"
You grinned. The newfound information was a treasure. You always wondered if he was into that title. Too timid to talk to you about things like that. He was just adorable. You could hear how close he was when his voice shook. When he chanted your name as if it would ease the pain. Brows crumpled, and sweat rolled down the skin of his forehead.
"Mommy..." His tongue darted out to lick the heavenly taste off the fabric of your panties. His hips rutted to the pillow until a sad, unsatisfying orgasm hit him. He cried miserably. Nose stuffed while he breathed out whimpers. Drool mixed with other liquids pooled down to splatter the pillow. An unusual angry huff coming from his lips. "Why aren't you here?!? Whywhywhywhy!"
Only if he had opened his eyes.
#yandere#desperate yandere#yandere oc#obsessive love#yanblr#pathetic yandere#dom reader#male yandere#pathetic men#sub yandere#yandere x reader#yandere boy#male yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#yandere x darling#crybaby yandere#anon ask
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He is fighting a war. Just got his arms back. Has been fighting for his life so intensely that even we as the audience are unaware of the passage of time. And still has time to fanboy.
#people be like 'deku is such a weak crybaby mc'#like YOU try reciting the exact model of the clothing you're wearing after being severely injured#and going through the most intense emotional journey of your life#for no other motivation than pure dedication to being a nerd#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#deku#mha deku#mha 421#mha manga spoilers#mha manga panels#bnha manga spoilers#bnha 421#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers
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𝜗𝜚 c!w. reader has neglectful parents, bad habits, sick!reader, soft!rafe.

growing up, you'd always been weary of confrontation of any kind, whether it was good or bad.
you had your parents to thank for that. once you entered a room, you saw the way they'd look down, sighing heavily or uttering something about being busy. you didn't spend all that much time with them. and when you were around, they ushered words out of you quickly, making as little conversation as possible.
sometimes you wondered how cruel they were to decide to have kids at all.
last summer you'd met a boy named rafe cameron, though you'd always known of him. he was sort of infamous in outerbanks, known vividly all over figure eight.
he could be sort of loud, jumpy and had this angry scowl often etched to his face. and then there was you, shy and quiet, mumbling words that hardly reached his ears because of the short volume you used. but rafe didn't seem to mind, too enamoured by the way your lips moved or the way your cheeks would tinge pink.
it didn't take long for rafe to want you.
and what rafe wanted, rafe got.
you began dating the boy less than a month after knowing him. now, a couple months had passed and every day you were learning more about the boy.
his father, ward, had passed away leaving tannyhill to himself after rose took wheezie and abandoned him, sarah now living on the cut with her fiance, john b.
rafe was also learning more about you.
cracking your shell had been more dificult than he thought. nonetheless, you were slowly but surely opening up to rafe about little things.
on one occasion you'd been seated on the kitchen counter while rafe stirred some sauce in a pot, making dinner for you both. "oh, no i hate hospitals!" you'd uttered. it had something to do with your conversation, you were sure. but now, you couldn't really remember how.
"me too." he'd agreed. he'd moved so that he was stationed between your legs, hands running up and down your thighs in a soft, non-sexual, manner. "with how clumsy you are, 'm surprised you've never broken anything."
"i broke my leg before." you admitted, voice dropping low. you often got quieter when rafe got closer. it was almost as if you were scared raising your volume may annoy him.
his brows shot up to his forehead. "what? how come i never knew this?"
you shrugged your shoulders. "wasn't a big deal. i didn't have to go to the hospital or anything, jus' stayed in bed for a while." you reminisced on the few weeks you'd gotten off of school.
"sweetheart, 'm pretty sure your parents would've sent you to the hospital if you broke your leg."
"I didn't tell them."
and the four words made rafe's heart still. he knew this must have been a long time ago, you hadn't lived with your parents for a while now. but still, his heart ached dully at the thought of you, with a broken leg and nobody to turn to.
and most of all. how did they not notice?
rafe made up his mind about your parents very early on in your relationship.
you were still having a difficult time figuring out how you felt about them.
it was late now, moon looming over tannyhill while rafe scribbled down words onto a piece of paper in what used to be ward's office, which was now his.
rafe realised he hadn't heard anything from his sweet girl in the past while, noticing the eerie silence against the walls. however, as if you'd been listening in on his thoughts, his eyes snapped up to the sound of the floorboards creaking.
there you were, peeking in the doors of the office, biting your lip hesitantly.
almost like you were scared to speak.
"hey, baby." his soft words were enough to have your muscles suddenly loosening. he pushed his chair away from the desk, patting his thigh. "c'mere."
you hadn't seen much of rafe today for he was busy dealing with business. you didn't want to disturb him, in case he was too busy.
but nonetheless, you did as you were told.
you all but scurried across the office, finding every bone in your body go slack as you sat on his lap, where he wanted you. "y'okay?" he brushed a few strands of hair from your face. you looked flushed. you nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. "look like you wanna ask me somethin', princess."
"do you, uhm..." your fingers trailed against his shirt, taking in every texture and stitch. you didn't want to bother rafe by making him get up and go looking for things. "do you know where the painkillers are? can't find 'em anywhere."
"painkillers?" his jaw tensed and untensed, eyes softening at you. "for what?"
you felt your cheeks heat up. you hoped he wasn't angry with you for bothering him while he was oh so busy. "headache." is all you uttered, not wanting to 'inconvenience' him with your 'issues'.
"you've a headache?" his palm was suddenly against your forehead, gauging your temperature. low and behold, you were awfully warm. "how long you been feeling icky, huh, baby?"
"a while." you shrugged before swallowing thickly. "'m sorry."
"hey, hey." his thumb pushed your chin up, noticing your sudden shift in moods. "what're you sorry for?"
"you're working." you mumbled. "'n 'm complaining 'cause i feel sick 'n―"
"stop, stop, baby, look at me." his hands were cupping your face oh so gently making your stomach feel kind of funny. it was this unfamiliar feeling of being comforted, cared for. a feeling you'd spent your entire life searching for. "i wanna hear everything you have to say to me, alright? everything, all the time, until my ears fall off. sound good?"
a small giggle escaped your lips. "sounds good."
his fingers moved to your hip bones, gently caressing the skin. "how 'bout we go get some painkillers in you 'n then go watch a movie, hm?"
the idea made your heart flutter, you played with the loose thread of his shirt. "sure you're not too busy?" words so small. you were sure that you would blink and the moment would be over, that you'd be that same young girl, hiding your broken leg from your parents because 'all you ever did was complain'.
"never too busy for m'girl. c'mon." and he stood, with you still in his arms, legs tangling around his hips.

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Pillow princess
crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron
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You were weightless, boneless, floating somewhere between sleep and reality. Your body was soft, limp against the sheets, your limbs draped over Rafe’s as he held you close. The air was thick with the scent of him—cologne, sweat, and the faintest hint of his shampoo.
You sighed, completely fucked out, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you nuzzled into his chest. “Mmm.” That was all you could manage, a tiny, content little noise, barely above a whisper.
Rafe smirked, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns up and down your side, his other hand resting on your throat, just where you liked it. His thumb brushed over your pulse, feeling the rapid little beat beneath your skin, like a caged bird trying to escape.
His grip was never tight—just there, firm and grounding, a silent reminder that you were his.
You exhaled shakily, melting further into him. “Feels good,” you mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse and used.
Rafe hummed, dragging his knuckles over your jaw before tilting your chin up, forcing your hazy eyes to meet his. “Yeah?”
You nodded, lips parting, breath coming out in soft little pants as he ran his fingers back down, pressing lightly at the base of your throat.
Your lashes fluttered. Your lips trembled.
“More,” you whispered, barely conscious but still needy, still desperate for his touch.
Rafe chuckled, his hand tightening just slightly, just enough to make your body go lax. “Fucking pillow princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. “Can’t even keep your eyes open, huh?”
You whimpered, shaking your head, slipping deeper and deeper into that fuzzy, floaty space where everything was warm and perfect and him.
“Did so good for me, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with pride, fingers stroking over your skin. “Go to sleep. I got you.”
And you did—safely tucked away in Rafe’s arms, his hand never leaving your throat.
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