#rafe and Sofia

[sadisticpussies]

PREGNANT RAFIA?! I NEED THIS SO BADDDD

Can you write Rafe and Sofia having sex on Christmas? Like she decides to surprise him with one last present but instead it’s her in red lingerie that makes her look like she’s a Christmas present and she asks him to unwrap her?

“𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

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It’s almost eleven o’clock when they finally return home from her parents’ Christmas party. A frigid breeze brushing through the oversized trench coat that she’s wearing, sends a shiver down her spine and has her scooting closer towards Rafe, seeking out his body’s warmth as she patiently waited for him to open the door.

He inserts the key inside of the keyhole and twists it until the doorknob loosens and it clicks open.

Sofia sighs softly in relief when she walks inside and is immediately shrouded in a comforting warmth. She sets her purse aside as Rafe approached her from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist. She smiles, settling comfortably in his embrace as she leaned her head against his chest and splayed her hand over his. 

“Did you have fun tonight?”

Rafe’s neck declined as he leaned down to her leveled height. He brushed his lips over her neck and shoulder, kissing softly at the exposed skin as he nodded his head. “Mhm. It took nearly two and a half years but I think your dad has finally started to warm up to me,”

Sofia chuckles softly, reminiscing on a few hours ago where she spotted her father and Rafe seated together on the couch watching a football game. She and her mother were in the kitchen finishing up the last minute preparations for dinner when they both heard a loud clamor that was accompanied by sports verbiage that fell ignorant to Sofia’s ears.

When she peeked her head around the corner to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong, she was surprised to see the two of them exclaiming their disbelief at whatever call the referee just made. And when her father stood to his feet to grab another beer from the kitchen, both Rafe and Sofia were surprised when he offered to bring Rafe one back too.

Usually, her father preferred to keep any conversations and interactions between him and Rafe as minimal as possible. He didn’t fully trust Rafe, given who his father was and wasn’t too keen on Sofia dating (and then becoming engaged to—) him but he always tolerated him as much as necessary for Sofia’s sake. She wasn’t exactly sure what the reason was for her father’s sudden shift in behavior towards him, but she was glad that he’d taken an initiative in trying to get along with Rafe a little better especially now that he was about to become apart of their family.

“I don’t know what you did, but it looks like you’ve actually managed to charm him into liking you.” 

This time it’s Rafe who chuckles as his hands abandon their perch on her waist so that he’s able to shrug her coat off of her shoulders. “I told you, this face can charm anybody, baby,” He jests, much to Sofia’s amusement as she playfully rolls her eyes.

He kisses her, leaning over her shoulder to capture her lips over his while his hands still shrugged the coat off of her body. She shivers, feeling the coldness of his fingers against the contrast of her warm skin when he brushes them over her stomach as the coat slides off of her shoulders, falling absentmindedly to the floor.

“Your fingers are freezing,” She admonishes, but only halfhearted in her complaint as she continues indulging in the way his fingers moved against her. They maneuvered underneath her shirt and the underwire of her bra, where he cups her breast in his hand and teasingly grazed his thumb over the sensitive flesh of her nipple. 

His breath is hot against her skin as he huffs airily, “Wanna warm them up for me then?” He coquettishly suggests, nipping at her neck again while his other hand deftly popped open the button on her jeans and tugged at the zipper.

His left hand slides beneath the waistband of her underwear as her pants loosen around her hips. He nudged his nose against hers, swallowing every mewl that she keens breathily into his mouth. He kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth — relishing at the desperation of her trying to catch his tongue between her lips.

Her skin prickles with goosebumps from the coldness of his fingers and at the anticipation of pleasure that’s to come. The palm of his hand glides down until he’s caught at the center of her cunt; he brushes through the coils of hair, already feeling the wetness of her arousal drenching his fingers as he spreads her open.

Sofia bites on her lower lip, falling mercilessly against his chest as he gently stroked her.

He teases her labia first, running his forefinger and middle finger in oscillating circles around her clitoris as he gathered her slickness. He penetrates his fingers deeper, flexing them in a curl as he sought out her g-spot — feeling the tightness of her cunt convulsing wantonly around his fingers. “Are they warm enough now?” He murmurs, adding to the stimulation as he squeezes at her tender breast. 

Sofia lets out a choked up sob, nodding her head as she ground her hips against his palm.

Rafe slowly withdraws his fingers all the way out, sliding them up across her clit. Then, he’s working himself inside of her again — pressing upward with his fingers and nudging a bit deeper in his penetration. And it’s so overwhelming that Sofia has to curl her hand around his wrist to anchor herself for leverage. “R-Rafe!”

He thumbs at her nipple again, feeling it go taut from his touch. She whimpers, reaching her hand back to grab at his head as she deepens the kiss. It’s filthy, with both of their teeth clashing and salvia passing messily back and forth between their mouths, and from this angle he’s mostly kissing the bottom of her lip and chin but he doesn’t deter away from embrace. 

It’s a work of tandem; one hand fondled her tits while the other continued its onslaught on her quim, fingering her until he feels the his fingers swell around her. She emanates a high whine; arching her back as she feels her orgasm shroud her. The tension in her muscles alleviate as she succumbs to her orgasm, her fingers loosen from his wrist and her chest heaves as she lulls from the exertion. 

She turns around in his arms, greedily seeking out his mouth for another kiss. Their hands work in a frenzied tandem as they began to discard his clothing. Rafe lifts his arms above his head as Sofia hurriedly tugs off the knitted sweater that he was wearing, leaving him shirtless.

They kiss again as they maneuver their way towards the sofa, inadvertently knocking over the pile of books that were on the coffee table and a lamp her mother gifted them for Christmas last year.

Rafe squeezes her ass through her jeans, dragging her body on top of his as he eased himself down atop of the soft cushions. “Wait,” She murmurs, licking her kiss-swollen lips after wetly prying her mouth from his. “I have a surprise for you,” Rafe blinks, taken aback by the proclamation but raises his eyebrows in sudden amusement. 

“Yeah?”

She nods, pecking his lips. “Light up the fireplace, lay a blanket down on the floor and lose the rest of your clothes.” She averred in between kisses, watching as Rafe alerted at her seductive domination. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered, nodding his head. “O-Okay,”

“I’ll be right back.” Sofia says, giving him one last parting kiss before she’s clambering shakily to her feet. She’d gotten so distracted that she nearly forgot about the Christmas present that she had planned on surprising him with when they returned home from her parents. 

She usually doesn’t prefer lingerie, but when she was out shopping for Christmas gifts and saw this little three piece set in the display window when she passed by the Victoria’s Secret store she knew that she had to buy it.

Walking into their bedroom, she goes into their walk-in closet and rummages through the back where she kept the bag hidden from Rafe’s view. She removes the remainder of her clothing, shimming her pants and underwear off of her hips and unlatched the hooked strap of her bra as it falls off of her shoulders. 


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“Are you ready?” She asks from the top of the stairs, biting back a smile when she peered over the banister and saw him laid out nakedly on top of the blanket with his arms tucked behind his head. He almost looked like something out of one of those ancient paintings, laid there naked and handsome with a fire lit behind him — casting a soft halo across his chiseled and taut features. 

Rafe nods, resting himself up on his elbows as he looked towards the stairs. “Naked and ready,” He concurred, listening to her approaching footsteps as she descended down the stairway.

She feels a warm blush color her cheeks as she watched Rafe’s eyes widen at the sight of her.

Standing athwart from him; Sofia was clad in an open cup underwire 3-piece peek-a-boo bra set that included panties with an open gusset & back and had adjustable shoulder & garter straps. The red narrow galloon lace and elastic material perfectly accentuated her breast and lithe curves. 

“Do you like it?” She asks, still blushing as she stood beneath Rafe’s smothering gaze. His eyes had yet to waver away from her body as he sat there mesmerized at the sight of her.

“Do I like it?” He huffs incredulously, shaking his head as he reaches a hand outwardly towards her and grabbed at her wrist. “Are you kidding me? Sof, you look so fucking hot words can’t even begin to describe exactly how I’m feeling right now,” 

She smiles, biting on her lower lip as she allowed Rafe to tug her down onto his lap. Her arms seek purchase around his shoulders as she straddles him. She scoots herself further on his lip, feeling his half-stout cock brushing against her ass. “I’m glad you like your present. Now you get to unwrap me and play with me,” She murmurs, barely getting the remainder of her sentence out before Rafe’s sliding his mouth over hers again.

He’s needy with his kisses, slacking his jaw wider as he chased after her lips. Sofia’s reciprocating the vigor of emotions that he’s pouring into them — mewling softly in mouth as she arches her body further into his touch. Rafe’s hands tug down the straps of her underwire bra first, pulling it down until her breasts spill out of the barrier.

He holds a secure grip around her waist before he switches their positions to where she’s now sprawled out on top of the blanket. He imprints a kiss against her chest before diverting his attention. He laps his tongue around her left nipple while his hand fondled with the right. Her eyelashes flutter softly in content as her hands brushed against his neck holding him against her. 

He mouths at her skin again, kissing down her abdomen until he makes his way to the waistband of her panties. Rafe averts his lidded eyes up at her, watching her with a smothering heed as he lowered his mouth to her cunt. Sofia whimpers, exhaling a sigh of pleasure when she feels the warmth of his mouth licking her through the thin fabric.

It’s good, but it’s nowhere near enough. 

And she wants to vocalize this complaint, but she knew she couldn’t interrupt him while he was enjoying unwrapping his present. (Even if he was choosing to do so at such a tortuous pace.) So, she purses her lips and instead indulged in the way he mouthed at her clothed cunt.

She feels his fingers unlatching the straps of the garter, loosening them from around her thighs. He tugs at her panties; her hips arch off of the floor to aide him as he pulled them over her waist and down her thighs until she’s left completely nude.

“I swear you get more beautiful every time I look at you,” He compliments, meeting her mouth in another slow kiss.

He adjusts his position as he lowered himself halfway on top of her. He huddles a hand beneath her thigh, suavely hefting her leg over his hip as he pulled her body down a bit so that their pelvises are aligned. Reaching in between their bodies, Rafe grabs ahold of his cock.

He breathes ruggedly through his nostrils and looked down at her as he slowly began to stretch her open.

All it takes is one stroke until he’s caught at her entrance. She’s so wet that it makes it an easy intrusion. A trembling breath catches in both of their throats at the friction, her hands round his shoulders again, anchoring herself as Rafe leveled his hips and filled her full of his cock. It’s perfect how she accommodates to his girth and how her cunt swallows down every inch of his cock without resistance.

Rafe’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the lewd sight of their intermingling fluids slicking his cock. He nudges himself further, rolling his pelvis against hers until he’s finally curled against her hilt. “Fuck,” He grunts, his skin already slick and flushed as sweat gathered along his hairline. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his breath is hot against her skin as he exhaled labored breaths. 

“Baby,” Sofia croons, feeling her quim flutter around him. He bids them both a moment’s adjustment before he angles his hips as he withdraws from inside her until he’s nearly slipping out entirely. Then, in one oscillating motion, he’s fucking himself back into her warmth feeling the welcoming tug of her cunt fluttering around him.

The sweet smell of their sex fills the air.

Their sweaty skin grinding against each other’s ricocheted throughout the room.

The heat from the fireplace and the heat from their bodies burned between them like a furnace. Sofia’s hands brushed at his neck again, an open invite for him to lean down to kiss her again. She sighs, full of him and full of content as the blanket rustled beneath her while they made love.

Her hands slide down the curve of his back, feeling the dip of his muscles beneath her fingertips. Rafe rolls his hips, deepening his strokes as he lingered against her.

“Jesus, Sof,” He groans, guttural and throaty at the clench of her cunt that entraps his cock.

He feels dizzy off of her, like this, and the way her body instinctively reacts to his. She feels fucking perfect; so wet and tight with her cunt throbbing and clenching around his cock like he’s made solely for the reason of being inside of her. She’s close; he can tell by the way her breathing quickens and how her fingers twist around the blankets. And he’s thankful for it because with the way his balls are tightening, he knows his orgasm is on the precipice too.

Rafe slides his hand underneath her ass, pulling her closer until he’s practically pressing all of his weight onto her. He fucks himself into her slow and steady, hitting her g-spot in precision. His mouth rests by the shell of her ear, he grunts and groans, nearly a blubbering mess as he expresses a litany of “I love you,” repeatedly and in accordance to the heft of his thrusts. 

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. Rafe fucks her through it, riding her through aftershocks of her orgasm as he milks her dry.  And feels so good that Sofia actually begins to cry. There’s a tug in her lower abdomen, her toes curl and fingers decorate his back with territorial markings as he plummeted inside of 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 face is contorted and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. He lifts her right leg over his shoulder, shifting his hips lower and fucking her with more vigor. His vision blurs as his thrusts become more languid. “Can I?” He pleads, feeling relief sheath through him as Sofia nods her permission. 

Rafe kisses her as he succumbs to his own orgasm, coming hotly inside of her. He slumps over, lying against her breasts as he hauls down from his arousal. 

He’s still laid out on top of her when they’ve both recovered, one hand’s running down his sweaty back while the other brushed against his neck. Rafe chuckled softly as he shook his head, “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but that was the second best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He pulls out when his cock softens, groaning softly as he lays out on the blanket beside her. 

“Second best?”

Rafe smirks as he reaches down and grabs ahold of her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Being with you will always be the first,” 

She smiles, shaking her head as she craned her neck upward for a kiss. “There’s that Rafe Cameron charm again,” She murmurs in a tease, feeling the curve of his lips tug in a mirthful smile against her mouth.

“It’s how I got you,” He remarks, coquettishly, handling a grip on her waist as he tugged her body closer towards his again. “Was that just a one time present or can I request you wearing that again for my birthday?” 

Sofia pulls away from the kiss, licking her lips as she shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fit in it for me to wear for you on your birthday,” She says, watching as a confused look furrowed his face. 

“What do you mean?”

Sofia gave him an apprehensive look. “Well, I have another surprise for you…” She grabs ahold of Rafe’s hand and lowers it on her stomach. She chews on her lower lip, feeling her heartbeat quicken as she laid there waiting for his reaction.

Rafe blinked rapidly, alternating his eyes between her face and her stomach before the realization finally dawned upon him. His eyes widen, “You’re…?” 

Sofia nods, exhaling a trembling breath as she feels the back of her eyes burn with tears. “I am.” She concurs, “Remember when I kept throwing up and we thought that it was just food poisoning or a stomach bug? Well, I went to the doctor and he decided to run a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I’ve known for a few weeks now, but I wanted to surprise you. Baby… please say something.”

Rafe looks at her in disbelief, blinking through his own fogged vision. “You’re…pregnant?” He asks, his voice catches in his throat as he chokes up a bit. And when she nods again, his lip trembles as he smiles. He grabs at her hand and he pulls her into a hug. He sits them both upright, pressing kisses into Sofia’s hair as he holds her against him.

“We’re having a baby?” He’s unable to contain his mirth as he bombards her with face and mouth with kisses.

Sofia giggles against his mouth, nodding her head. “We’re having a baby!” 

Rafe pulls away from the kiss, looking at her with a profound awe and enamor lidding in his eyes. “We’re having a baby,” He murmurs softly, shaking his head. “This makes so much makes sense now. I was wondering why I haven’t seen you drink any wine lately and why your tits felt so good. I mean they always feel good but they felt amazing tonight,” 

Sofia rolls her eyes and laughs, holding her hand over his as he caressed her stomach. Her smile sages when he sobers, she looked up at Rafe noticing the contemplative expression marring his face. She doesn’t have to ask to know what was bothering him. She knows him well enough to know that his mind’s wandering erratically with self deprecating thoughts about him not being a good father.

“I’m scared, Sof.” He admits, almost reluctantly in his confession. “I mean, I’m so fucking happy, but I’m also terrified.”

She nods her head in understanding, all too empathetic of his feelings. It was the same reaction she had when she found out as well. This pregnancy wasn’t planned by any means, they’ve always talked about wanting to start a family in the future so her sudden pregnancy did astonish them both. They weren’t even married yet and there were still so much planning that she had to do for it, and she’d just found her footing at the art school that she just started teaching at, but the thought of a baby — a perfect little mixture of both her and Rafe’s genes, had diminished her worries.

She knows what kind of person that Rafe is, and how he loves with everything in him whenever he cares about a person. He’s proven that every day for the past two and a half years that they’ve been together. 

So, she doesn’t doubt for one second that he wouldn’t reciprocate that same affection and care for their baby. It was okay for him to be scared because she held enough strength to believe in him for the both of them. 

“I know, baby.” She nods, “It’s okay. But just know that we’re in this together, okay? And I know that no matter what happens, you’ll be a great father.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” She accents, reassuringly as she wraps her arms around him in a hug. He kisses her shoulder then neck, retracting away from the embrace so that he’s able to fully kiss her lips again. 

“I love you,” He whispers soft and adoringly, before lowering his eyes to her stomach, “and I love you too,” His face blanches again at a sudden realization. “We’re gonna have to move the wedding date up. Your dad just started to like me if he found out that I got you pregnant before we got married, he’s going to kill me.”

[drewsephrry]

Drew Starkey and Fiona Palomo at the Outer Banks Poguelandia event in California

[matthewswifeyy]

After awhile you went quite, and I got mean 3

Summary: Exgirlfriend!reader lives with S4!rafe. She constantly has to watch rafe treat someone better and it finally gets to her.

Part 1 part 2

Sofia’s pov

“Why did he start dating a pouge?”

“The king kook? Dating a pouge? Pathetic.”

“His relationship was perfect before why did he break up with her for a pouge”

It was all I heard while working.

Thank goodness it was the end of my shift. I hate working at the country club. But I need a job. Even though I live with rafe doesn’t mean I’m going to stop providing for my family.

I walked to my car tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

I drive home with tears in my eyes.

Readers pov

I was half way through little women when I heard the front door open. I knew it was Sofia because she was always home a little bit more earlier than rafe.

Sofia walked passed the living room. Usually I just let her walk past. But her tear stained face caught my eye.

“Hey are you okay” I asked her.

“I’m fine” her attitude hit me like a truck.

I decided to let her he and I turned back to the tv.

A little while later I heard the front door open again. I watched as rafe walked past the living room.

“Hi” I said quietly.

“Hey” he said as he walked down the hallway.

I turned back to the tv again and continued to watch. I heard a quiet conversation happening before I heard the bedroom door open and slam shut. I flinched at the loud bang.

“Y/n come to the kitchen.” I could hear the anger in his voice. I got up quickly and walked to the kitchen. I fiddled with my hands as I did so.

“Yeah” I said quietly

“What did you do to her” he said as he pointed down the hallway.

“I didn’t do anything” I said looking up from my hands.

“Oh really. Than why is she in there crying?”

“I don’t know rafe. Maybe something happened at work.” I said as I began to return the same attitude to him.

“Don’t start giving game an attitude.” He said now pointing his finger my face.

“You’re not my dad rafe.” I said pushing his finger out of my face.

“I know that you are that you are the reason that Sofia is in there crying” he said as he continued to accuse me.

“Rafe for the last time I didn’t do anything to her at all.” I said starting to lose my temper.

“Will you just tell the truth for once in your life”

“Maybe if you just get your head out of your ass for once in your life then maybe you will see that I’m not lying to you” i yelled at him.

“That’s it! I am done with your shit Y/n! Pack your shit and get out of my house!” He screamed at me while pounding his fist on the counter.

I was shocked. Not only because he’s kicking me out but because I’ve never heard him scream at anyone like that before.

“You don’t mean that rafe.” Tear began to form in my eyes.

“Oh I mean it. Now go pack and get out.” He said leaning over the counter in my face.

“I don’t know what kind of spell she has you under but it’s making you go insane.” I said before running out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

I grabbed a duffle bag and started throwing random clothes in it. I couldn’t even see what I was grabbing from all the tears in my eyes. I grabbed a back pack and stuffed my hairbrush, charger, and other toiletries inside of it.

I grabbed my bags and walked out of my room. I slammed the door shut and stomped down the stairs.

“What are you doing?” I heard Sofia ask from behind me.

I turned around and just stared at her.

“Well Sofia because of you and whatever happened at work today that made you cry rafe thinks it’s because of me and he’s kicking me out!” I yelled at her.

Her face fell. I could tell she was shocked as well.

I turned back towards the front door and walked out. I got in my car and threw my bags in the back. Tears streamed down my face and I started my car. I wiped the tears from eyes and back out of the driveway.

I drove to the only house that I knew to go to. Toppers.

Topper and I were friends before rafe and started dating. We met in 5th grade and clicked right away. But the only thing is his new girlfriend Ruthie doesn’t like me very much.

I pulled in his driveway and parked my car. I got out and walked up to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Rafes pov

I was fuming. She’s never snapped at me like that and I’ve never snapped at her like that either. I was slouched in my office chair staring at the desk.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in” I mumbled.

The door opened and Sofia walked in.

“Why would you do that rafe.” Her voice was sharp.

“What do you mean why would I do that I was defending you and now your made about it?” I looked at her.

“Rafe she didn’t do anything to me.” She said sitting on the desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me Sofia” I said standing up.

“Rafe I-”

“Don’t! Do you understand what I just did for you!” I walked towards her.

“Yes rafe I understand what you did.” She said standing up as well.

“You do understand she has nowhere to go right? This was the only place she could go and now you tell she didn’t do anything after I kick her out!”

“Rafe I didn’t ask you to do that!” She yelled at me.

“You probably wanted her gone, huh?”

“No” she mumbled looking down at her lap.

I scoffed and walked out of the room. I grabbed my keys from the counter and walked out the front door and drove to the country club.

Readers pov

Topper opened the door. I sighed in relief glad is wasn’t Ruthie.

“Hey I didn’t know you were coming here.” He said looking at something Inside then me.

“Yeah I’m sorry. Uhm can I crash here. Rafe kind of kicked me out.” I said looking down at my feet.

“I’m sorry he what?” He said looking down at me.

“I’ll tell you but uh can I come in” i said looking up at him.

“Oh yeah sorry.” Topper said opening the door all the way.

I walked in the house and made my way to the living room. I sat down on the couch across from topper and began to tell him everything that has been going on.

Topper then told me that I could sleep in the guest room for a while and that he would talk to rafe.

[lostsyren]

Could you do.....maybe Sofia canceling a date with Rafe because her paycheck got delayed, and she feels to embarressed to go on dates in the same clothes and had plan to buy new things. She tells him that she is sick, but then he sees her at a bonfire party. He feels heartbroken thinking she lied because she is tired of him while he is head over heels, he walks off, she runs after.....ANGGSTTT <3

˚⊱🪷⊰˚ date night

{a/n: sorry for taking so long to get to my requests but I hope it was worth the wait!!}

{summary: sofia can’t make it to date night, and rafe’s not happy about it…}

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“You really like that dress don’t you?” Ruthie said with a slimy smirk across her face.

Those words echoed through Sofia’s mind as she stared at her closet trying to figure out what to wear with her date with Rafe.

She hadn’t even thought twice about the clothes she wore in front of Rafe and his friends before– having enough confidence in her sense of style. Sofia had carefully curated a wardrobe from lucky thrift store finds and the occasional designer splurge when she had some of her pay check left over.

So when Ruthie had teasingly poked fun at her favourite dress (a satiny, floral slip that she adored), her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“It’s so cute though, if you like that sorta thing, I can understand why you wear it so much,” Ruthie had continued, hiding her bitchy words under a guise of tooth-aching sweetness.

She hadn’t thought about it again until Rafe had asked her to come out to dinner with him a couple nights later. Sofia enthusiastically accepted– it was only when she got home to get ready, seeing her limited selection of clothes, did the stirring regret begin to overwhelm her senses and Ruthie’s words begin to engulf her brain.

She still had time to go out and buy something new, something Rafe would like (and something that would shut Ruthie up), but when she checked her account balance, she realised she didn’t have enough. After the bills for her siblings tuition and the chunk of her wage she’d spent helping her parents fix the car, she was left with nothing. And she wasn’t getting paid again till a couple weeks.

Sofia huffed exasperatedly, sinking into her bed. She hated feeling like this…feeling inferior. What if Rafe through the same thing? That he was taking her to all these flashy places, driving her around in his shiny car and she couldn’t even dress up a bit for it?

With a sinking heart, Sofia grabbed her phone to call him.

It went through instantly.

“Hey baby, everything ok?” He asked, his voice eliciting somersaults in her stomach.

“Hi Rafe, I just…I don’t think I can do dinner tonight, I’ve got this horrible headache and I think I’m just gonna go to sleep,” she fibbed, biting her lip.

“We don’t have to go out, I can pick you you up and we can just chill at mine– order from that place you like?”

Sofia didn’t like lying to him, it almost physically pained her, gnawing at her bottom lip and playing with the dead skins around her thumb. “I think I just needs some rest.”

“Ok then, get well soon yeah? And text me if you need anything alright? Goodnight Sof,” he said, disappointment toning his words.

“Night Rafe.”

She ended the call quickly, burning hot with guilt– she hated lying. Especially to her boyfriend of all people.

And now she had nothing to do for the rest of the night all because she was too embarrassed to wear the same thing twice…it was honestly so stupid. Sofia huffed and turned around in her bed.

As if sensing her impending boredom, her phone buzzed with a text from her friend, talking about a bonfire party at the Boneyard.

Sofia smiled too herself, slipping on her worn trainers and getting ready to head to the beach.

She didn’t have to worry about what to wear there.

꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥

Rafe, along with Topper, Kelce and Ruthie drove down to the Boneyard. He wasn’t supposed to tag along, but with Sofia cancelling their plans, he had nothing better to do.

As they rolled down the rocky beach in Topper’s jeep, Rafe pulled out his phone, sending Sofia a quick text.

R: Hope that headache goes away soon then maybe we can reschedule? :)

Rafe was surprised at how disappointed he felt after she said she couldn’t make it. All he could think about sitting in the back of the car, watching the Stygian waves roll onto the coast, was how much he’d rather be with her right now.

“Yo Rafe, I thought you were busy tonight?” Kelce pestered with a smirk.

Topper chuckled lowly, “oh yeah, wasn’t it date night tonight? What happened to that?”

“She wasn’t feeling too good so now I’m stuck with you idiots.” He muttered.

“Oh come on, you’ll see her again the club. I’ll make sure to ask for doubles so she’ll come by our table twice, yeah?” Ruthie goaded, twisting her body around so she could see him.

Rafe brewed with a dull anger– he always thought Ruthie was a bitch.

“Two drinks Ruthie? You sure about that? Aren’t you a lightweight?” He scoffed.

“Hey hey hey, let’s have fun tonight yeah?” Topper mediated, parking up the jeep next to the arsenal of vehicles.

The four of them hopped out, heading to the kegger, quickly getting pulled in by their kook friends, enveloped in the heady flow of gossip and conversation. Rafe just stood quietly, sipping at his third cup, enjoying the warmth of the fire on his face and salt of the air on his tongue.

His vision strayed over to the other side of the beach, where all the pogues had congregated. And that’s when he saw her. Dressed in her favourite shorts and sunset coloured hoodie– she looked gorgeous bathed in the glow of the bonfire.

Rafe felt his heart sink into the cavern of his ribcage. She lied to him.

Settling his solo cup down on to the kegger, he pulled out his phone and rang her number, watching her like a predator eyes its prey, his dilated pupils honed on to her unassuming figure.

She excused herself from her friends, walking off to a quieter area before she answered his call.

“Hey baby,” she cooed with a smile, Rafe seething in silence as he watched.

“How you feeling? Still got that headache?” He asked bluntly, his molars grinding down on each other.

“Yeah- yes, still hurts.” She said. Rafe saw her eyebrows furrow as she bit her lip furtively.

“You at home? It sounds kinda loud over the phone?”

“Yeah my siblings have the TV on,” she blatantly lied. Rafe breathed in deeply through his nose.

“Oh so you’re not at the bonfire at the boneyard?”

Rafe watched her face drop, her gaze darting around the beach as she stayed silent on the phone. She locked eyes with him from across the sand, her mouth parting slightly, lips forming a little ‘o’ shape, something that he usually found cute, but now it just irked him.

“Rafe,” she said, voice bordering a whisper.

“You fucking liar,” he hissed, before ending the call, and heading over to the cars, ready to call an Uber for himself and head home.

He tried to regulate his lurching breaths, anger beginning to flow hot through his veins, but it was hard to do when a heart rending sadness slammed into his nervous system, catching him off guard.

Sofia? A liar? No. She wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like everyone else.

His fingers struggled to order an Uber, shaking with the aftershock at seeing her deceive him with such disregard.

“Rafe! Wait please I can explain.” He whipped his head back to see Sofia approach him.

“Stop it Sofia, explain what? Huh? How you lied to me?”

A pang of regret reverberated through him when he saw her glassy, tear filled eyes, her quivering lip. Was he being too harsh? No. She was the one who was in the wrong– not him.

“I’m sorry, I just, it’s ugh it’s going to sound so stupid Rafe, but I promise I didn’t mean to hurt or lie to you.”

“What’s going to sound so stupid? Why you made an excuse to get out of being with me? You hate me that bad huh?”

“No no! Of course not. Look, Ruthie said something the other day…” she began, her cheeks red and tear stained.

“Ruthie? What the fuck does she have to do with this?” He yelled. They were on the outskirts of the party, away from the crowds and crackle of firewood.

“She was making fun of how I wear the same thing all the time, you know? And it made me get self conscious…and tonight when I was getting ready, I just got in my own head, thought you would want me dress up more, not just wear the same things every time.”

Rafe’s face contorted in confusion. She couldn’t be serious right now?

“And I can’t just buy a new dress like that, I have bills to pay and stuff so I was just feeling sorry for myself and lied because of my own stupid feelings.” Sofia’s lips began to quiver, another bout of tears quickly approaching, before she shrouded her face with her hands, muffling her soft cries.

“Sof…” he said, tone gentle and kind, feeling like shit for shouting at her. He should’ve know Sofia had a reason for lying and he should’ve know Ruthie had something to do with it.

“Ugh it was so stupid, and I feel like an idiot.” She laughed mirthlessly, as he pulled her into a hug, letting her cry against his chest.

“Baby, you know I don’t care right?”

“Yeah I know. I care though.” She mumbled against his warm embrace.

“Come on, let’s get out of here yeah?”

“Yeah, ok. I’m sorry again, I feel terrible.”

Rafe slung an easy arm around her shoulder, leading her up to road where their taxi was going to meet them, “well don’t, otherwise I’ll feel like shit for shouting at you.”

“Fine. Truce?”

Rafe chuckled softly, looking down at her with a soft smile, as she gazed up at him with her glossy eyes.

“Yeah, truce.”

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A couple days later, after Sofia had slept over at his place, she woke up to the birds singing on Figure 8, a sound lost amidst the cacophony of building work and barking dogs on the Cut. She sighed contentedly, turning around in the sumptuous sheets ready to nestle up against Rafe, to find the bed empty. She hummed in dismay, forgetting it was Sunday, the day he needed to go down to the office.

Eventually, after letting her eyes flutter shut for a couple more blissful minutes, Sofia rolled out of bed, slipping on Rafe’s shirt, a habit she was getting increasingly used to.

She pattered across the hard wood floors ready to get into the shower, before her eyes snagged on something resting on the drawers. It was a cream coloured bag, one from those fancy stores in Kildare Town Centre, the straps made of black silk.

On it was a sticky note, Rafe’s familiar scratchy writing scrawled across the paper.

Now you don’t have an excuse to miss dinner with me :)

Sofia’s eyebrows quirked up in curiosity as she read the cryptic note, rifling into the bag.

Inside was maybe a dozen items of clothes, from satin dresses to cashmere shirts, all in shades of her favourite colours– blooming pinks, soft oranges, cherry reds. She adored every single one.

Her heart soared with excitement and warmth, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush. Rafe could sometimes be so sweet it left her weak-kneed and gooey, her insides alight with joy.

A creeping sensation of guilt arose– these must’ve been expensive. Sofia noticed he’d removed all the tags off them, probably anticipating her qualms about the price. But she put it aside, ready to first try them on. She’d pay him back, she told herself, running her hands over the silken fabric.

Carefully unpacking each item, she laid them out on the bed, until her fingers skimmed the final one.

Pulling it out, she rolled her eyes with a small smile when she saw the two piece lingerie set Rafe had nestled at the bottom, comprised of black lace and gossamer.

Sofia laughed softly, as she put the piece along with the rest of her gifts– maybe she already had a way to pay him back, one that was much more fun than working double shifts at the club.

꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥 ｡𖦹꣑ৎ˚⊹ 🍥

[cherubcameron]

Love Espresso

Chapter one: Liliana’s coffee shop

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Rafe Cameron x Sofia

Synopsis: after her breakup with Rafe and him kicking her out. Her best friend offers her a new job and a place to stay. But when Rafe comes back from Morocco. He realizes he’d made a grave mistake. Will Sofia go back to him? Or will she decide that her new life means more to her than him?

Sofia tapped away at the counter, her eyes glued to her best friend. Her best friend Liliana smiled at her over the humming coffee machine. Preparing Sofia a drink she’d like to call “Love espresso,” Liliana wouldn’t tell her what the ingredients were. Which frustrated Sofia to no end. But she respected her friend’s decision.

Liliana slid the mug across the table, Sofia holding the mug by its handle and bringing it to her lips. Once she took a sip, she realized why it was called what it was called.

“Mm!” Sofia says, delighted. Liliana squeals.

“I told you! I should have done this a long time ago! I mean, I didn’t exactly have the money. But—.” She paused. “Now I do. I want to add books in here too. Books we can sell.”

Sofia is still letting the taste settle on her tongue. Her eyes widen.

“This is amazing, holy shit.” Sofia exclaims and Liliana face brightens.

“Books?” Sofia asked, Liliana was the book lover of the friend group. She was the one who tended to have her nose buried in a book. “That’s like a dream come true for you.”

“I know right! I’m so excited for this new chapter. No pun intended. —I can tell so many good things are coming for me.” Liliana said. “For the both of us.”

Sofia looked up as Liliana says that. Liliana smiles at her. Sofia feels herself playing tug of war in her mind. She could do this with Liliana and have a new job. Or she could go back to the country club and get her job back. But what Liliana was offering was more. She was offering freedom. Away from the kooks, always from their judgmental eye. Offering her a way out of her old life. Even if it wasn’t that much different.

“So you’re in?” Liliana asks, anticipating Sofias answer. Sofia took a minute to think it through. Then finally…

“Yes.”

Liliana was the one Sofia had ran to first. She didn’t want her parents to see her like this. They would have told her they were right about him. Even though, all of it had been her fault. They would have told her rich men don’t stay true to their word. That someone like Rafe Cameron stood with someone who matched him. Someone who was just as wealthy.

Liliana had let a sobbing Sofia into her apartment. Helping her settle into the couch of her new apartment and made her some tea. Sofia had told her everything. She didn’t leave one detail from the whole situation out. Liliana had listened intently.

“Why don’t you just move in with me? There’s room.” Liliana asks, Sofia looks at her. Tears still in her eyes.

“I don’t want to impose.” Sofia feels the guilt building from the Rafe situation to her best friend having to offer her a spot in her new apartment. Something that was only meant to be Liliana’s.

“I’m a little away from the cut. I’m literally right smack in the middle. So it’s still dangerous. I don’t mind a roommate.” Liliana says, Sofia only musters a smile.

“You sure?”

“I’m more than sure. Plus it would be so much fun. I bought so many things from tj maax. These really cute cups and plates. These really nice home decor. It would be nice to share the space with someone.”

It was settled, a few days later. Sofia moved into Liliana’s apartment, taking the guest room. Things were finally after days turning around for her again.

“Still can’t believe he proposed.” Liliana mentions one day while they’re cleaning the dishes. Sofia looks down at the cup she’s washing and nods.

“Yep.” Sofia says softly, she doesn’t want to talk about this. But she doesn’t know how to tell Liliana to stop. She was in Liliana’s apartment. This wasn’t hers. She didn’t really feel like she had a say in what she could and couldn’t do. Not that Liliana said so. It was more so that the guilt still ate at her. She was paying her half of the rent. But still. It still didn’t feel right to call it hers either.

“I’m so sorry Sof. I know how much you loved him.” Liliana says, they stared at each other. Sofia has a sullen look on her face. Liliana putting a soap covered hand over hers.

“Thank you for being here for me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Sofia says, she means it. The gratitude it much bigger than her heart can hold.

“Always. I’ll always be here for you. Just know that you did the best you could with the information you knew at the time.” Liliana said, that was the thing about Liliana. She always knew the right words to make someone feel better. That’s what Sofia appreciated so much about her.

“Just wait until Catalina hears about this though. Oh we’re in for it. For sure.” Liliana continues and Sofia sighs.

Catalina had been the only one against the whole relationship. She wasn’t particularly fond of Rafe. Especially since Rafe was a kook. One she considered to be the worst of the worst. Sofia wasn’t ready to hear her other best friend to tell her that she had told her so.

“Yeah, I’m so not ready for that.” Sofia said. Liliana only shrug at that.

“She’s Catalina. It’s to be expected. She doesn’t mean to be cruel. But she’s just protective, ya know.” Liliana says and Sofia only nods.

“I get that. But she just ends up hurting someone’s feelings. I don’t blame her, I know she cares about us. Plus I did— I did kind of ditch you guys for a while there.” Sofia says, guilt evident in her voice.

That was another reason why Sofia felt bad for coming here. She didn’t want another person feeling like she was munching off from them. She even took a second job to be able to help Liliana more. Even though, Liliana insisted she was good. Still, Sofia had a small receptionist job she went to three days a week.

“Hey, you were in love. It happens.” Liliana says, but Sofia shakes her head. Guilt building within her.

“It’s not an excuse, I promise I’ll make it up to you guys.” Sofia says, staring at Liliana who was busy scrubbing.

“Sofia, come on. There’s no need. No te preocupes.” (Don’t worry) Liliana was too kind. Always had been. Always will be.

Sofia just gives her a grim look, she wish she could do all of it all over again. Fix all her wrongs. But that wasn’t possible now. All she could do is move on forward.

Rafe had found himself another boat, fortunately for him and the pogues. They had gotten their revenge on Groff, he was lying in the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea. Rafe had trembled as he tried to stir the boat. His mind not on any current events. He had been the one to kill Groff. They had the crown and his 400k back. It felt so—weird. He didn’t think he would feel this way about it. Vindicated, he expected. But no, he felt like something still didn’t piece everything together.

He still didn’t understand why Sofia did what she did. The hurt kept accumulating. She’d been the one who’d he trusted in. Confided in. When he had no one, he had assumed he had her. Now he sat in a boat with the pogues and Sarah. They were going to rebuilt their relationship. But he could still feel a hole missing within him.

Someone softly patted into the room. He turned to see it was Sarah. A small smile on her face.

“Something on your mind?” She asked. Rafe tried to school his features but he knew she could see right through him.

“It’s not really important.” Rafe said, his hand tapping away at any surface he could find.

“Seems like it. What’s wrong? We got everything back.”

No, he didn’t have Sofia back.

“It’s not something I want to talk about.” Rafe said, coldly.

Sarah sighed, “Come on, Rafe. We promised. We would be there for each other. What’s wrong?”

It took a couple of seconds before Rafe spilled everything. He was shocked how quickly everything just came out. He told her how betrayed he felt. What Sofia had done and when he was finish Sarah now had a pitying look.

“You loved her? And you proposed?” Sarah asked.

“Is that seriously the only thing you got from everything I just said?” Rafe said, Sarah just chuckled.

“Sorry, if it were the other way around. You would be shocked too.” Sarah says, smiling up at her brother. Rafe runs a hand through his buzz cut.

“Says the one who’s pregnant. Yes, I love- loved her. I wanted it to be serious so I proposed. The point is she betrayed me. Probably for money.” His face was scrunched up, his eyes ahead as he watched the water lap as he shredded through them with the boat.

“Maybe… there was a reason.” Sarah says, her voice soft. Gentle. Almost afraid.

“A dumbass reason, probably.” He mumbled. Silence overcame them, Sarah taking that as a sign to leave him alone.

Rafe stare harden as he thought about it all. How much Sofia meant to him. How much he had anticipated a future with her. At least he has Sarah back. At least something went right.

Song Sofia is listening to from her playlist

[thewrittenpodcast]

I've only had sofia for 5 episodes but if anyone does anything to hurt her I will actually fight

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Rafe is two for two falling in love with a poor/working class shorter Latine with shoulder length dark wavy/curly hair who helped him like once before he fell hard and who don’t just see him as some rich kook business man

Babe I’m starting to think you have A Type. And a very specific one

[thepopcultureaddict]

Rafe, baby, in Sofia’s defense, you told her not to tell you. And to be honest this all stems back to that whore Ruthie. So like, blame her… because Sofia is good for you!

[somestorys]

Ready to lose, Thornton?

JUST LITTLE CUTE STORY

Sofia / Rafe shipping + Topper (fueled by too much tequila) // Outer Banks.

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It was one of those nights in Figure 8 where the rich kids took over Topper’s house, laughter echoing through the halls, music thumping from every corner, and drinks flowing like water. Rafe, Topper, Kelsey, and a few others were sprawled across the living room, half-bored and half-tipsy, when Topper’s latest “genius idea” surfaced—a full-blown Nerf war.

Sofia was leaning against the arm of a sofa, trying to ignore pure happiness on Rafe eyes when he saw the Ner guns, her eyes drifting around the room with mild uneasiness. She looked Topper, did he really want to give a vodka fueled Rafe a Nerf gun?

She and Rafe had been something for a while now—something between dating and hooking up, though it was clear to anyone paying attention that she wasn’t just fling to him. He had this way of hovering around her, like he was always subtly making sure she was within reach.

Topper, fueled by too much tequila and a misplaced sense of leadership, held up a bright orange Nerf gun and announced, “Alright, listen up. It’s on. Teams or every man for himself?”

Rafe barely glanced at him, already looking at a box full of Nerf guns, his lips curling into a smirk. “Every man for himself,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable edge.

Rafe picked up Nerf gun, tested the weight of it in his hand, and cocked an eyebrow. There was a glint in his eye, a competitive, almost dangerous edge, even with just a toy gun in his hand.

“Ready to lose, Thornton?” Rafe said, his voice cool, low, and mocking. Everyone in this room knew that once Rafe got into something, it was game on. Sofia rubbed her temples, this not going to be good.

Topper laughed, trying to sound confident but knowing full well Rafe wasn’t the type to lose at anything—even if it was just a ridiculous Nerf war. “Oh, bring it, Cameron,” Topper replied, trying to keep his cool, but Sofia caught the slight tension in his voice.

Everyone knew that Rafe had that effortless dominance about him; he didn’t need to shout or rally. When he took the lead, everyone just followed. Topper might try to play the leader of group, being always the loudest, but Rafe was the one people listened to, the one they followed without even realizing it. Mostly because he was… well slightly intimidating.

The game kicked off with a flurry of foam darts whizzing through the room, and Sofia watched with barely concealed laughter as Rafe dove behind furniture and took aim like he was on a mission. She couldn’t help it; he was getting way too into this, his brow furrowed, his movements precise. Every time he hit somebody, he would scream something totally outrageous like “Checkmate, Bit*h”.

Sofia couldn’t help a little giggle coming from her mouth when Topper run from a room, since Rafe was defiantly targeting him most.

“You know it’s just a game, right?” she called out, dodging one of his stray shots.

He shot her a look over his shoulder, smirking very smugly. “Hey, I take my wins seriously, yeah?”

Ruthie, Topper’s girlfriend—a perfectly manicured brunette with a mean attitude —sidled up to Sofia, giving her a smile that was somehow both friendly and judging. Ruthie usually treated everyone outside their circle with thinly veiled disdain, but with Sofia, she kept her manners in check. She knew better than to get on Rafe’s bad side, at least when Rafe had a nerf gun in his hand and had been drinking since noon.

“They’re like little boys with toys,” Ruthie muttered, rolling her eyes as she watched Topper run around, screaming like he was leading a battle. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I date him.”

Sofia laughed little bit too loud it to be genuine laugh, she didn’t really like Ruthie that much. She was everything that was wrong in Figure 8.

She noticed Ruthie’s eyes lingering on Rafe, her gaze softer, almost envious. Sofia knew Ruthie was drawn to the darker, more intense side of Rafe—the side that might make most people think twice before crossing him. Sofia had seen it up close enough times to get it. But Ruthie had no idea there was a whole other side to Rafe. The guy could actually be a very gentle and sensitive boyfriend—when he felt like it, anyway.

At one point, a stray dart hit Sofia square in the shoulder. She gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “Seriously, Rafe? Your aim’s that bad?”

He lowered his Nerf gun, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he approached her, his tone dropping. “Trust me, I don’t miss. I got your attention, mmh?” he murmured, closing the distance between them. His hand reached up to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear, the touch both possessive and electric.

Topper, noticing the moment and apparently unable to resist a good tease, grinned and nudged Rafe. “Man, you’re looking at her like she’s the only one here. I think you’re getting soft”

Rafe didn’t even blink, his eyes still locked on Sofia as he smirked. “Shut it, Thornton,” he said, his voice dropping on that almost icy tone, he glanced Topper warningly. He looked back at Sofia, almost as if Topper didn’t exist. “Wait... you’re not getting soft on me, or are you?” He thinks he was so funny, smirking.

Sofia couldn’t help but snort, oh he was playing with her. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms in mock challenge. “I think you’re projecting, Cameron.”

They held each other’s gaze, both waiting other one give in. Then, as if he couldn’t resist, Rafe leaned in closer his lips touching Sofias earlobe, dropping his voice so only she could hear. “You know, I’d take down everyone in this room if it meant winning you. You like that kind of romantic shit, yeah?”

Sofia laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she shoved him away playfully. Rafe looked her empty class in a side table, “I get you more”.

Ruthie was mildly impressed this softer side of Rafe—the guy who seemed to have a reputation for being untouchable, suddenly doting on Sofia with this strange mix of protectiveness and teasing affection. For her, Rafe has never been “dating option” before she saw her with Sofia, how she had missed that potential?

The night went on, foam darts flying everywhere, the group scattering and laughing. Every so often, Sofia would catch Rafe’s eye from across the room, he was constantly checking that she was still there.

As the chaos settled and they all collapsed onto couches, catching their breath and laughing, Rafe’s hands found its way to Sofia’s hips, a subtle, attentive touch when he pulled her on his lap. His hands touched lazily her hips, roaming up and down. For a guy who didn’t want a girlfriend, he was being rather touchy.

[loquemedas]

you’re my religion ❤️‍🔥

[rafecameronsfavourite]

Coming Soon

✯ Just kiss me ✯

A Sofia x Rafe smut filled with drama, accusations and plenty of smuuuuuut.

Inspired by that scene in Hellraiser (2022) where Trevor opens the door to Riley letting her in to his apartment.

[araybiaaa]

can u write rafe talking sofia through it pleaseeee :)

“𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔”

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SOFIA’S eyes rolled to the back of her head when his mouth alternated its attention. He was sucking at the spot of skin behind her ear, nipping at the flesh until it darkened from his ravenous love bites.

“Fuck, Sof...” She whimpered in between his guttural groans, sliding her hands into his hair and scraping her fingers against his scalp as she tugged him closer. He kissed her greedily, swallowing every breathy gasp that she moans into his mouth.

He’s painstakingly rigid, his erection was protruding through his briefs and pressed hotly against her thigh. She shivered at the friction; tugging harder on his short tufts of hair when he inadvertently chafed against her thigh again. Rafe groans, his forehead falls to her shoulder when she wriggles her hips and thrusts their aligned pelvises against each other’s creating a delicious friction as she moves her working hips in an oscillating motion.

She didn’t know how to explain it—the need, the desperation, the ache that stirred in her. But being with Rafe like this, felt better than anything she has ever experienced before.

He grabbed her by the chin and kissed her slow and deep, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. He pulled away, kissing her nose before lowering his mouth to her throat, his teeth nipped softly at the skin and his tongue soothed coolly over the marks. “Can I taste you?” He murmured, “Please, baby?”

(And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing she ever heard.)

She whimpered, nodding her head; avid and aching.

He kissed down her body, then lifted up the hem of her shirt to press kisses against her stomach. Shivers licked up her spine at the coolness of his lips against her skin. His mouth descended lower, hovering just above the waistband of her underwear. He grabbed at the fabric and pulled them down with Sofia wriggling her hips as she assisted him.

He imprints love bites all over her thighs; kissing up her legs, proceeding upward until he was between her thighs again.

His nostrils flared at the sweet musk of her arousal that seeped in his senses.

“Fuck, you smell good.” He murmurs; his mouth already began to salivate at his eagerness to taste her on his tongue.

He allots himself in between the juncture of her thighs, sliding a hand over her calf as he lifted her leg up and secured it around his shoulder. He reached down again to grab her other leg and adjusted his position so that his face was directly perched at her center.

She was already swollen and wet; and when he nudged her legs open—he was rewarded by the pretty sight of her glistening arousal as it messily spilled out of her cunt and down her thighs. “You’re already so wet for me, baby,” He purred, pursing his mouth as he blew against her sensitive lips.

The gust of cold air caused her to squirm mercilessly beneath him, “Rafe,” She whimpered (begged) anxious and impatient as her hips lurched forward.

“I’ve got you.” He avows before burying his head between the crux of her thighs.

She was leaking on his lips, her arousal was sweet and tangy it sat on his tastebuds. He nosed at the sensitive flesh, teasing her, before he lapped his tongue up her in one smooth drag. “Mm,” Sofia whimpers, her legs stretched and tightened around his head as she thrust her hips against his face, seeking more friction. Her hips canted back and forth while his tongue fucked her; licking and sucking on the pink flesh of her vulva.

His fingernails dig into her thigh and she is almost certain that she will have bruises on them tomorrow, but that caring, along with everything else, except for the way Rafe thrust his tongue up her slit and sucked on her clit , then blew on it afterwards to soothe it, was absentmindedly disregarded from Sofia’s mind.

Her thighs stretched on the precipice of pain; her fingers scraped against his scalp, pushing his head further so that he was nearly suffocated in her cunt. Pleasure spread through every crevasse of her body and she bit down so hard on her bottom lip that she could taste the salty bitterness of blood as it stinted from the bruise.

Rafe’s cock swelled in his underwear, pressing hard and uncomfortably against the mattress. He could feel a wetness gathering in his boxers; he shifts his leg, feeling another rivulet of precum ooze from the slit of his flushed tip.

Sofia arches her back, to where she’s almost levitating entirely off of the bed. Rafe’s hands grabs at her thighs and anchors her in place as he continues his ravenous onslaught on her weeping pussy.

“C’mon, baby.” She crooned at the term of endearment, spurred on by his encouragement and praises. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure as the stimulation of his tongue pushed her to her precipice. “Cum for me.”

Her legs trembled; her clit pulsed in a quiver on his tongue — she was so close.

She was shivering, her mouth hung agape, her hands grabbed at his shoulders when she finally came. It was thick and messy, spilling on his mouth and onto the sheets in a wet puddle that formed beneath them.

She peered down at him; his lips were swollen and pink, glistening with his a mixture of his saliva and her orgasm that coated around his mouth. He looked debauched—his eyes were lidded and glossed with lust that reflected heavily in his pupils, his face was flushed and rosy, from where it was suffocated between the burning heat of her thighs.

He lapped his tongue around his mouth and licked away the remnants of her cum. He stands on his knees, grabbing at her ankle as he pulled her body down to where he was. Rafe crawled up her body, sprawling halfway atop of her so that he’s straddling her waist with his cock weighing heavily between them.

“Are you okay?” He murmurs in between kisses, retracting away a bit to look at her.

“Mhm.” She murmurs, though her body’s still lax and trembling from her orgasm.

He’s already hard as the weight of his cock slapped between them. Rafe tugs his briefs down, shoving them down his hips and over his ass just enough so that he’s able to pull his cock out.

He reaches between their bodies and holds a firm grip on the engorged flesh. Sofia wriggles her hips and adjusts herself so that he’s hovering above her to where his cock’s teasing at her entrance. But instead of aligning himself and filling inside of her, he grinds himself against her so that her slicked lips are chafing against the bareness of cock.

“Fuck, Sof,” He murmurs, feeling her cunt lapping repeatedly over his cock as she reciprocated her thrusts against him. He moans softly, already feeling delirious and he wasn’t even inside of her yet. “Shit. You feel so fucking good,”

“Mm. So do you,” She grinds along more on his dick; tracing one of his bulging veins, her slick lips seep wetness onto his cock.

Sofia moans, biting down roughly on her lower lip as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen. They’re both mesmerized by the stimulation and the visual of his thrusting cock as they experimented with the pressure.

“Can’t wait to be inside you again. Can’t wait to feel you around me,” He grunts, his forehead falls against hers as she swipes his cock head between her wet pussy lips and spasms, choking on a groan. “Yeah?” He questions—when they’d both indulged in enough foreplay and were aching to finally be inside one another.

Sofia nods, anxiously in anticipation.

Rafe huddles a hand underneath her thigh, dragging her body further down until their pelvises are aligned again. He reaches between them and grabs ahold of his pulsating cock; tilting his head down to rest his forehead against hers—looking at her underneath the lengthy wisps of his eyelashes as he suavely tipped his hips forward.

Sofia’s eyes roll to the back of her head at the delicious intrusion that spreads through her. The pain is sharp as he penetrates her without resistance, her wetness makes it an easy submission. She flutters around his cock; still sensitive and swollen from earlier.

He fills her inch by inch until he feels the head of his cock buried completely at the hilt as he bottoms her out. “Fuck!” His breath comes out in warm puffs as he sits there waiting for both of them to adjust to the stretch of his girth.

A kiss and her feet kicking off the bunched up underwear that were pooled around his ankles, lets him know that she’s ready. He pulled his shirt off tossing it on the floor absentmindedly along with his now discarded briefs, leaving him fully nude.

He grabs her left leg, straddling it over his waist. He leans down and kisses her slowly and sensually, sliding his tongue messily within hers as he gyrated the first thrust. He pistons a full body roll, letting his pelvis linger against hers as he fucks her slowly.

A breath catches in her throat at the tight pull her cunt captures around his cock.

Her jaw goes slack as her mouth parted open slightly ajar while she crooned loudly in pleasure. Pleading whimpers and breathy moans falls off of her kiss-swollen lips as she arches her body and tosses her head back.

She pulls him back in every time he slips out of her; it’s perfect the way they move in tandem, both reciprocating the emphasized movements of their hips, fucking each other into oblivion until their minds are delirious from the clouded pleasure.

“Sof,” He murmurs, his face is flushed and there’s a faintness of red colored on his high cheeks.

Rafe’s always been beautiful but she thinks that this is when he’s the most prettiest; when he’s completely wrecked because of her. Her cunt throbs, clenching tightly around his cock and it elicits a filthy moan from the both of them.

She could feel the tremors wrecking his body as he deepened his penetration. He briefly lowered his eyes to their conjoined pelvises as he watched her pussy swallow his cock inch by inch until he’s buried deep at the hilt and fully bottoming her out again.

He withdraws from inside of her to where he’s nearly slipping out of her; then, with one suave lurch of his hips, he’s caught at her entrance again, reclaiming her around his cock with a throaty groan. They revel at the noisiness of their sex; at the wet squelching sounds as he retracts and brims her to where she’s nearly suffocated in pleasure that spreads throughout her body.

“Sofia,” His voice is gravelly as he speaks, his tenor wavers switching between airy murmurs and throaty grunts. “Look at how pretty you look taking my cock. You’re taking it so good, baby.” They both watch the laps of their pelvises and how they wetly thrust against each other.

They marvel at the lewd sight—of his cock stretching her, retracting and penetrating her completely—and her pussy messily coating him with her wetness.

He thrusts his pelvic bone against hers, languid and shaking in his efforts. She moans into his mouth as she reciprocated her own thrust, grinding her hips in a shallow motion inciting the perfect amount of friction and gusto. Gripping her hips, he lowers his head and meets her for another kiss,

“Come on. Cum for me.” He avers, as she positioned a full body roll. He thrusts into her deliberately slow but still drawing out his stroke to where she still feels him inside of her even when he pulls out.

“I’m close,” She urges, eyes burning as tears gathered in the back of her pupils. Her lip trembles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop!” She pleads, as if he’d actually do something that absurd.

His arms tremble, his eyes pinned down at her with the weight of his stare as she opened herself to his onslaught. He thrusts into her with abandon, grabbing her ass, pulling her already working hips closer to him, pushing himself deeper.

It doesn’t take much longer until she completely falls apart the moment he presses his thumb against her swollen clit — it’s accompanied by his soft coos of “that’s it, baby,” and “good girl,” that has her shivering, her mouth hanging agape and her hands clutching at his shoulders when she finally cums.

He rocks into her slowly, fucking her through the aftershocks of her orgasm and milking her completely dry until she goes boneless. His cock lurches, ready to conceded to his orgasm that’s been tittering on the precipice and when Sofia clenches around his cock he chokes on a groan, falling helplessly on top of her as his orgasm squeezed out of him.

He’s wilt with exasperation; body languid and still trembling from the exertion.

They laid there for a while with him still buried inside of her; cock still halfway hard, chest heaving, body trembling, while her breaths were panted loudly in his ears and her hand rubbed soothingly against his neck. He turns his head and embraces her into a kiss; one that easily turns ravenous with Sofia whimpering for more and his cock twitches inside of her at the sound of her plead.

He nods, brushing his nose against hers as he tilted his forehead against hers as he concedes to her plead—persevering through his own virility to satiate hers, though he knows he won’t last long through this feat.

He breathes softly through his parted lips, his nostrils flare as they intake the smell of her arousal seeping through the air.

He leans towards her again, hovering his lips over hers as his callused hand glided over her calf and hefted it over his hip. Leveling his hips, he implemented a fluid thrust against her pelvis—that has his cock catching at her entrance. Her cunt immediately tugs and flutters around him at the welcoming the familiar intrusion.

He retracts out of her with a soft pop, the filthy wetness of their body fluids intermingling ignites his libido. Then, in one swift motion, he’s fucking himself into her again, deep and slow, allowing his pelvis to linger against hers. He feels the trembles of her body, how it reverberates against his.

The headboard knocks lightly against the wall, the mattress creaks a bit beneath their weight when Rafe emphasized the rotation of his hips. “Touch yourself for me,” He whispers, voice gruff and throaty. His breath is hot as it brushes against her cheeks.

Sofia is docile as she slides her hand down her abdomen until it’s between her thighs.

Brushing through the curls of her pubic hair, she stretches her legs open just enough for her middle and forefinger to make its way between the tunt of her slick folds. Her mouth falls agape, her body shivers uncontrollably at the contact. She bites her bottom lip, feeling overstimulated by the pleasure of Rafe’s cock and her fingers assault on her sensitive cunt. “Just like that baby. You’re going so good.”

“That’s it, come for me again.” She whimpers, sliding her moist fingers over her vulva, feeling her abdomen clench at Rafe’s words of encouragement. “Let go for me, Sof.” He says, nearly desperate in his own plead because he could feel himself nearly slipping into his own arousal.

But he refused to cum before her.

She nods, licking her lips as she hastened her efforts. “I’m close,” She whimpers, her lower lip trembles, her back arches and her free hand twists around the bedsheets as she feels the rush of her third orgasm spilling out of her.

Her hand falls limply to her side, wet and sticky. Rafe continued to fuck her through it until she’s fully satiated and languid. “You did so good taking me, baby. Such a good girl.”

He shudders, toppling halfway atop of her as he lulled down from his orgasm. They laid there for a moment; bathing in the filth of their sweat and cum, their limbs and pelvis’ still intertwined.

“I’ll get up, I know that I’m probably heavy.” He murmurs against her skin, his lips tickling her as he spoke. He’s still sprawled out on top of her but decides to alleviate the heaviness of his body weight off of her when he pulls his flaccid cock out of her cunt.

Sofia smiles as she looked over at him; watching as he sauntered to the bathroom.

She admired his features from behind; ogling at the tautness of his broad shoulders, the cup of his supple ass, the flex of his back muscles as he stretched and yawned loudly (she bites on her bottom lip, smirking when she notices the redness of her fingernail markings carved into his back. She doesn’t even remember doing that) and when he appears back into the bedroom she equally heeds at his frontal physique—his chest is chiseled as it stretched with his six pack abs, his cock was now flushed and heavy between his legs, still lathered with their mixed fluids.

“You see something you like?” He accuses teasingly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed in a playful smirk as he approached her. “I haven’t even been out of you for two minutes and you’re already trying to go at it again,” He chastised in a jest, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth making a playful chastising tsk-ing noise.

She giggles, sitting up as she rested on her elbows. “I’m just admiring the view. I like looking at my boyfriend,” She shrugs, biting down on her bottom lip as she stared abashedly at him. (He always liked hearing Sofia referring her claim on him—he liked that she called him hers, because there’s not anything else he’d rather be.)

Rafe mimics her smile as he sauntered up to her and leaned across the bed to meet her lips in a kiss. “And I like looking at my sexy ass girlfriend.” He murmurs, brushing his mouth against hers.

Sofia’s hand brushed against his neck as she sighed softly; indulging in the laziness of their tongues intertwining. The sound of her stomach growing loudly has both of them laughing as they pulled away from the kiss. “How about I go cook us some breakfast?” He offers, feeling his own stomach beginning to lurch from hunger.

Sofia nodded as she smiled, her dimples deepening in her cheeks. “Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be back.” He avers, giving her lips one last kiss before he’s reaching down and grabbing ahold of his discarded briefs, tugging them back over his hips. He retreats downstairs and goes into the kitchen where he turns on the faucet to wash his hands before he begins to prepare breakfast.

[drewsephrry]

parents

[matthewswifeyy]

After awhile you went quite, and I got mean 2

Summary: Exgirlfriend!reader lives with S4!rafe. She constantly has to watch rafe treat someone better and it finally gets to her.

Part 1 part 3

Warnings: small mentions of ed

Rafe came into my room once later that day. He came in to tell me him and Sofia were leaving for dinner.

I left my room once they left. I walked past the kitchen looking at the food. But I had a loss of appetite. I knew I needed to eat but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

This happens whenever things start going bad for me. Things were already bad enough with the break up and now rafe made it worse.

I walked out into the large living room. I sat on the couch leaning over the arm rest to grab the remote.

As I grabbed the remote a photo caught my eye. It was a framed of me and rafe at midsummers 2 years ago. I knew he had the photo I just didn’t know he framed it and put it in the house. Especially because Sofia is here all the time now.

I turned my head away from the photo and turned the tv on. I turned on a random movie that I found a Netflix.

Rafes pov

The truth is I didn’t want to be at this dinner at all. I wanted to be home and talk to Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it the whole time.

“So how everything with Hollis going?” Sofia asked me.

I sighed before sitting up.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now Sofia” I said picking up my glass and bringing it to my lips.

“Oh sorry” she said looking down at her food as she began to pick at it with her fork.

“Look I’m not trying to be mean or anything okay? I just have a lot on my mind right now”

“I know. It’s just you never talk to me about it. I’m here to listen you know” she said drop the fork on the plate.

“I know baby” I said taking another sip of my drink. “You ready to go out of here?”

“Uh yeah, let’s go” she said placing her napkin on the table.

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Once Sofia and I got home I saw Y/N passed out on the couch.

“Uh you head on up. I’m gonna talk to her.” I said patting Sofia on the back.

I took my shoes off and walk towards the couch. I sat down next to her. I rubbed her shoulder trying to wake her up.

“Y/N wake up.” I said as I lightly patted her shoulder. “Wake up baby we gotta talk”

“Don’t call me that rafe” she mumbled.

“Sorry. What’s going on with you Y/N?” I asked her.

“What do you mean” she said sitting up.

“You know what I mean. You’ve been distant from like literally everything”

“No I haven’t.” She looked at me.

“Oh really? When was the last time you left the house then.” My voice became a bit louder.

“Please don’t start yelling at me rafe.” Her head fell back onto the couch.

“Then talk to me!” My voice began to raise even more.

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now rafe. We can talk tomorrow when all of the alcohol is out of your system.” She said as she got up.

“I haven’t been drinking.” I said as I watched her walk out of the living room.

“Yes you have rafe.” I heard her say from down the hallway.

God, I hate the way that she know me so well.

Readers pov

I woke up to my alarm going off. I groaned and looked at my phone.

1 text from rafe

I ignored it assuming it was about last night. I put my phone down and walked down stairs. I got to the last few stairs when I heard yelling.

“That’s what I’m talking about rafe! I heard you call her baby!” The feminine voice yelled.

“I didn’t mean to okay Sofia. It’s a habit that I gained from both of you” I heard rafe yell.

“I don’t care if it’s a habit rafe! You are dating me not her”

This argument was strange. Not only was it about me but I have never heard Sofia yell at someone. She was more on the quiet side.

“I am Sofia, I am dating you. But you have to understand that I still care for her okay. It wasn’t like that okay. It was in a comforting manner” Rafes voice became to calm down.

“Okay” sofias voice was quiet.

I walked down the final step to see them hugging.

“Good morning” I said as they pulled apart from each other.

“Uh I’m going to work” Sofia said as she walked away.

“Bye” rafe and I said as we watched her walk out the door.

“Alright uh I gotta go” rafe said grabbing his keys.

“Bye” I said quietly as I watched him walk out the door as well.

Well, another day on my own.

[lostsyren]

I have a request based of the scene where Rafe talks shit about her ''i have standards''. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe spots her walking away crying and he runs after her, ahh angst <3

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{summary: an alternate turn of events in season 4 episode 3}

{a/n: hope you like it, thank you for the request!}

{part 2 here} {part 3 here}

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“Wait has she moved in yet?” Ruthie smirked, eyeing Rafe over the lip of her glass as she took a sip.

Sofia thought about her things scattered across Rafe’s house: her clothes in the drawers, the flowers she’d buy sitting in the vases, her toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. She hadn’t moved in but she may as well have.

“I’m not living with a pogue.” Sofia blinked in confusion at his callous words. She couldn’t see Rafe’s face, but she saw Ruthie and Topper’s faces perfectly. They were gleeful. That’s what she was to them– a joke. The poor, pogue bartender Rafe dragged around everywhere. And of course she followed blindly. Like a good dog. Sofia’s stomach frothed and roiled with nausea, her heart splintering in her rib cage. Heartbreak was one thing, mortification was another…her face burned with both.

“I hope not.” Ruthie chimed.

“I have standards.” Rafe muttered. Sofia’s eyes roamed Rafe’s back, the sinewy muscle imprinting on the material. The skin she’d kissed, the skin she’d grip. And now he was turning away from her. Shunning her. Twisting a knife in her heart. The rest of their words faded away like mist in the wind, leaving only the weight of emotion on Sofia’s shoulders. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, in some self-soothing hug, as she sped back to her car, her breathing shallow and painful.

Standards. Of course Rafe Cameron had standards. And of course a girl like her didn’t meet them.

“Sofia!” She heard a voice call out behind her, barely perceptible over the sound of blood rushing through her head.

“Sofia!” This time she noticed, turning around to see no other than Rafe approach her, a smile on his lips, as if those same lips didn’t just spew all that shit about her moments earlier.

“Hey I thought you were with your family today?” He asked, nearing her outside the country club gates.

Sofia spun back around with a scoff, heading to her car, not wanting to see his face for an another second, scared she’d burst into tears in front of him.

He bridged the gap between them almost instantly, his long legs striding towards her just as she reached her car door. By this point the tears in her eyes had spilled onto her cheeks, her vision blurring into a watery film.

Rafe’s hand rested on her shoulder, as he turned her body gently to face his.

“Hey– hey hey– Sofia, what’s wrong?” He said on seeing her crying, his voice soft like gossamer. It perturbed her how quickly he could flit from cold to caring, her anger veining into confusion at the paradox of a man in front of her.

“Get off of me,” she pushed him off her, trying to sound intimidating but instead the words came out in a blubbering mess.

“Hey? What happened huh?” Rafe’s face screwed in confusion. His words came off as desperate. Pleading. Sincere… his hands hovering over her skin, still in the same place she pushed them off from. He could be so damn sweet sometimes. Maybe this was why his words pierced hard– because she never expected it from him.

“You Rafe. You happened.” She hissed, spinning around to get in her car.

But Rafe moved quicker, his big arms slamming the door shut, caging her small frame between them.

“What are you saying?–“ he began.

“I heard what you said. With Topper and Ruthie.”

She watched as his pupils widened, his jaw tightening.

“What– when…?”

Sofia rolled her eyes. “Just cause we hook up doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend right?” She mocked, throwing his words back at him.

“Sofia–“ his face sunk, blue eyes getting even bluer.

“18 months Rafe. Nearly two years and that’s what I am to you? A hook up?”

“No,” he said, the word practically jumping out his mouth, “no of course not. Look you weren’t meant to hear that–“

“So that makes it ok then? For you to degrade me like that in front of your friends?”

“No, look I just was– I didn’t mean–“ he was stuttering, his hands reaching out to her, but never connecting the space.

“I was there for you Rafe. Did you just forget that?” She thought about holding him, teary eyed on his yacht, consoling him for the death of his father. She thought about the nights where he’d pepper her with kisses, his touch bordering on worship. She thought about his laugh, his smile, his sweet nothings. All that gone, as if it was always ephemeral.

“No. I know you were there, and I appreciate it, more than you think– ok?”

“But I’m just a pogue right?” She derided, a sarcastic, pained leer twisted on her lips.

Rafe’s face contorted in an emotion she couldn’t place, his azure irises brewing with something darker. He looked…devastated.

But she continued her barrage, words sharp, tongue fast. “And you have standards of course.”

Lips twitched, eyebrows knitted in a hurt expression, Rafe’s face bled into a heady emotion, a strange mix of regret and anger.

“Sofia…” be began warily, voice like husk. Rafe instinctively lowered his hands, trying to find purchase on the skin of her shoulders but she slipped out of his grip like smoke from fire.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t meet them for you Rafe.”

And with that she got into the drivers seat, slamming the car door shut, trying hard not to spare another glance at him.

Careeing out the parking lot with the screech of her tyres behind her, Sofia couldn’t help but chance a look in the rear view mirror. Rafe stood in the distance watching as she drove away, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

Sofia’s heart spasmed with a resounding pain, her throat itching with unshed sobs. She quickly glued her eyes on the road, her fingers gripping the steering wheel as she drove further away from the country club back to her home on The Cut…driving further away from the kook she’d fallen in love with. The kook who’d just shattered everything they had built together.

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[rotting-inkblot]

Sweet Sounds Take It All Away

Pairing(s): Sofia/Rafe Cameron

Summary: Rafe gets frustrated with the amount of work he actually has to put into keeping the Cameron businesses afloat, deciding to call Sofia to come release his stress.

Warnings: Hallucinations, panic attack, hurt/comfort, angst and smut.

Additional Tags: BDSM scene, dominant Sofia (Outer Banks), sub Rafe Cameron, Rafe Cameron is bad at feelings, Rafe Cameron has psychosis, mental instability, dom/sub, light bondage, body worship, body writing, praise kink, Rafe will never get therapy so BDSM will have to do, bondage and discipline, vaginal Fingering, blindfolds, safewords, femdom, kink negotiation, consensual kink, voice kink, comfort sex, queerplatonic relationships, queerplatonic Rafe Cameron/Sofia, top Rafe Cameron, cunnilingus, office sex, subspace, mild aftercare, forehead kisses, gentle kissing, neck kissing, sad Rafe Cameron, tenderness, dialogue heavy

3.7k words / oneshot

Covering large windows with curtains, Rafe paces around his office, pressing his hands to his head, muttering to himself, talking and arguing with nothing. All he can think is that he wants to curl up into nothing and disappear. He sits on the floor and hits at the wall behind him, trying his best not to crumble under the weight of everything, trying to ignore the vitriolic whispers of his father's voice, the too-loud hum of electricity, the tingle in his fingertips, the tears welling in his eyes, the frustrated scream he wants to let out but is too afraid to. Everything's too loud and too quiet all at once, he doesn't notice the gentle knock on his door, nor the opening of it and movement throughout the room until a hand is on his shoulder.