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[darlingchronicles]

LOVE POTION, 818 | SETTINGS

A RAFE CAMERON SOCIAL MEDIA AU

love is in the air....for some people at least. when life is filled with books, tests and the like, love doesn't really come naturally. when a anonymous-based 'match making' app randomly appears on her phone, she decides to take a leap of faith. what she doesn't expect is to like her match so much and what she doesn't know is that #818...is the soccer MVP of EAU...richest playboy on campus...the boy she's tutoring...Rafe Cameron

pairing; bookworm!fem!reader x soccerplayer!rafe

tags; SMAU, college AU, tutoring, opposites, and more

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DEDICATION: to all the hopeless romantics INFO: if you want to be added to the taglist, just message me or comment and i'll add you <3

[et6rnalsun]

S1 RAFE FUCKING NEW TOPPER’S GF

the sound of your phone ringing was suppressed by the sound of your moans and whines as rafe tried to push his way through your tight walls, with them squeezing hard already around just his tip. your boyfriend's name had meanwhile appeared on the screen, calling insistently.

“fuckin’ sake” rafe spat out, coming all the way in with a hard movement of his hips, his fingers pressing into your reddening and soft thighs. “turn it off” he ordered, starting with a hard, messy rhythm, making his head fall back with a grunt. but you didn’t even know what he was talking about, arching your back as you only thought about getting your head fucked out by him and his heavenly ways.

your phone kept ringing, and with every little sound it made, his thrusts became harder; his frustration growing just like the bubbling feeling in your belly. with little movement of his arm, he quickly turned off the phone, before landing his hand back on your hip with a slap, making you quickly open your eyes that had been closed from too much stimulation, whimpering pathetically. “i don’t want— i don’t want fuckin’ interruptions, got it?” his voice was heavy, breathless even more as he moved to adjust his angle, which he was still unsatisfied with.

in response, you gave him a small nod, but it clearly wasn’t enough. he grabbed you by the neck, lifting your head slightly as he ran a finger over your quivering bottom lip, tugging it down even more “use your words, pretty. i want to feel you louder than you’ve ever been”

“y-yes” you breathed out, your face twisting in pleasure, and dragging your fingers down his back — leaving sinful marks all over his bare skin. he hissed slightly at the sensation, but god did he love it. as the pace increased, your moans filling the room entirely, replacing the silence, your phone started ringing again.

rafe, without your permission, took the phone without any further words, all while lifting your leg to put it on his shoulder. answering the call, the first thing topper heard was the loud moan you let out as rafe hit that sweet spot that had you completely, and the boy couldn’t help but smirk as he spoke for you. “shit— y’need somethin’, top? callin’ with such urgency, huh?” his quietness and fake innocence, mixed with the sounds of his balls slamming against you harder and harder, were deafening to your boyfriend who was on the other hand.

“rafe?” that was all topper said in a broken whisper, before being also interrupted by rafe groaning again, speaking into the microphone rapidly. “fuck, man, you may need to wait a minute— i’m makin’ your girl cum, yeah? i’ll call you later” and with that, he hung up without any useless words, not losing his speed for a second. in fact, true to his words, with his name over and over again cried out by you, you came hard around him. rafe following close behind, inside you, without a condom.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bodyguard

words: 2.1k

warnings: bodyguard!rafe, pop star!reader, gun mention, attempted kidnapping, brief violence, fluffy

you take a deep breath, clenching the microphone in your first. no matter how many times you perform, you still feel a rush of anxiety.

it all disappears when you step out onto the stage. you give the crowd a wave as the cheers erupt. you look around the packed stadium, reminiscing on what it was like to play smaller venues until your hit single and big break.

your in ear piece begins the countdown to your music as you lean down to reach out to a couple fans in the front row, looking past your personal bodyguard who insists on being in front of the stage despite the venue providing security.

you begin to sing the first song of your set, turning your attention to the entire crowd as your backup dancers come out, flooding the stage.

the show goes by so quickly you almost miss the feeling as you step behind the curtain, despite the exhaustion creeping into your bones.

“here.” your bodyguard hands you a water bottle, a straw already pushed inside, knowing you prefer it over drinking straight from the rim.

“what would i do without you rafe.” you chuckle. he was the first bodyguard you ever hired, having had your ass slapped one night and deciding you needed someone to watch your back.

“probably be kidnapped.” rafe shrugs, making you roll your eyes, used to the playful back and forth banter.

“and if it weren't for me, you'd still be in north carolina.”

“perk of the job.” rafe says, referencing the three continents you've visited with him in tow, soon to announce a world tour that will visit all major cities with enough time in between to actually enjoy the traveling.

“dressing room or straight to the bus?” rafe asks, following you as you begin to walk, stepping past the stagehands rushing to disassemble the set and get it on the move.

“dressing room. left my crocs in there.” it's routine, rafe entering the dressing room and doing a sweep before letting you in, even if it's just to grab your shoes and leave.

“wait, gonna change them before we go to the bus.” you tell rafe, the arches of your feet hurting from dancing in heels. rafe gives you his arm to hold as you bend down to undo the straps before slipping out of the glittery stilletos and into your comfortable, well worn, crocs.

rafe peeks out the back door. “there's some fans by the fence. we going right to the bus or stopping to sign?”

“stopping to sign.” you know it's not possible to show your appreciation to every single fan, but you're certainly going to try your best to greet every person who helped you become the pop sensation you are.

rafe pulls two sharpies out of his pocket, one black and one silver and hands them to you before swinging the door open.

the mini crowd erupts into screams as soon as they see you. you're sure these must be fans who didn't get a chance to attend as there's no way they could have cleared from the venue this quickly.

“hey everyone!” you wave as you walk to the chain link fence, knowing rafe is right at your back, just in case anyone gets handy. it wouldn't be the first time an excited fan reached through an opening and refused to let go of your wrist.

you begin to sign everything offered to you, even seeing a fan who brought your original ep you used to send to record labels.

“can i get a picture?”

“of course!” you smile, taking the phone that is passed through the slot and snapping a selfie with the happy fan.

you continue down the line, about halfway through when you shiver, the adrenaline wearing off and the cold of the night air seeping into your bones, especially since you're still in your stage outfit which doesn't give you much coverage.

you should have known rafes eagle eye would see, because he's soon shrugging off his jacket and placing it over your shoulders, of course the crowd awwing. 

rafe has gotten quite a bit of attention as your bodyguard, considering he follows you practically everywhere, he's photographed by fans constantly.

you were worried at first when you continued to skyrocket in fame that rafe would become uncomfortable or overwhelmed and you'd have to find someone new that you felt comfortable with, but hes stuck by your side the whole time.

“okay, sorry guys i gotta go!” you wave to everyone, having signed or taken a picture with everyone who gathered by the back exit fence.

you quickly rush to the tour bus, the corset of your outfit beginning to press in uncomfortably.

you don't have to use your words to tell rafe what you're about to do. as soon as he does a sweep through the bus, having you wait in the front next to the drivers seat so you could run out at any minute, you head to the back and take a shower, washing away your makeup and the pounds of hairspray added to your bangs.

you get changed into pajamas, knowing you're scheduled to hit the road tonight. it probably would be easier to fly private, or even just buy a jet, but you like the tour life of driving around and try to be environmentally conscious where you can.

you head back into the common area, rafe sitting in his usual spot on the couch, his gun that usually remains holstered to his hip now sitting on the counter. 

it scared you the first time you saw it. you knew you hired an armed bodyguard, but to have a gun just sitting there was not something you were used to.

“here.” rafe grabs a bag from the counter you didn't even notice.

“you got me fries?” you ask excitedly, taking the bag and quickly pulling a fry out, letting out a low moan when you take a bite and realize it's still hot.

“ill add personal assistant to my resume.” rafe smirks.

“resume? you leaving me?” you laugh, plopping down on the couch next to rafe. 

“never.” he vows. when rafe originally began to work in security, it was a way to get away from his dad, to have an excuse to leave at night, and now he can never imagine going back home to the life he once lived.

conversation shifts to upcoming plans as you finish off your fries and let out a yawn.

“alright, bed time.” you stand up and stretch, eyes closing as your back elongates. you completely miss the way rafe has to readjust his pants.

“goodnight.” rafe says as you give him a wave and head back into the bedroom, closing the door for some privacy as you flop onto the bed and delve beneath the covers, falling asleep easily knowing you're protected.

--

“aw, yes!” you hiss, looking out the window as the bus pulls into the rest stop. “back in the midwest baby, you know what that means.”

“what?” rafe questions, joining you to look out the window. he's dressed casually and not in all black like usual when he's working since today is just travel, and the light blue shirt he's wearing is making your heartbeat a little faster, even if you try to ignore it.

“tim hortons!” you exclaim. “we've got to get their sour cream glazed timbits. they're like crack.”

“and what would you know about crack?” rafe scoffs.

“alright, just because i didn't have a bad boy past like you doesn't mean-” you're cut off by rafe laughing. “okay, okay.” you hold your hands up. “i don't even know what it looks like.”

“that's what i thought.” rafe places a hand on your back as the bus comes to a stop. “now come on, let's get your timbits or whatever you said.”

you head out so happy and in such a rush that rafe doesn't remember to grab his gun, figuring nothing could happen at a rest stop early in the morning with practically no one around.

“hi!” you smile at the worker as you enter the building. she seems to half recognize you but doubt herself. “can we get a 10 pack of sour cream glazed timbits and another 10 pack that's a mix of the other flavors?”

the worker nods and begins putting it in the system as you turn to look at rafe. “just in case you don't like the same as me.”

“okay.” rafe laughs, stepping a bit closer to you as you pull your card out and pay.

you step to the side to wait, watching with excitement as the timbits are scooped in.

“thank you so much!” you take both of the cardboard containers and follow rafe back outside. the morning sun is shining brightly, causing you both to squint.

rafe turns quickly when a van suddenly squeels to a stop right behind you.

he watches in horror as the door swings open, his long stride causing him to be too far away to immediately grab you as he takes off into a sprint.

you feel the hands around your waist before you even contemplate what is happening. you scream out, looking to rafe and seeing the worry in his face as you're being pulled backwards into the back of the van.

“rafe! rafe!” you squeal, kicking your legs and trying to hit your attacker, throwing the box over your shoulder to try and get him to stop, but you're overpowered.

the man is just about to slam the door shut, trapping you in there with the stranger when rafes hand stops the metal and shoves it back open, his bicep rippling with strength.

“duck.” is all rafe says, but you understand instantly, trying to get as low as possible as his first surges forward, connecting the attackers face before pulling back and continuing to punch until his grip on you loosens.

rafe grabs you instead, and you move quickly, pressing yourself against his body, molding yourself against him as your arms and legs wrap around his torso. 

as soon as you're out, the van speeds away, knowing they've lost their one chance to get you. rafe moves quickly, running back towards the tour bus with you gripping onto him tightly.

you manage to hold in your tears until you're shut inside the safety of the bus. when the crying comes, it comes hard in sobs that make rafes chest physically hurt.

“i got you.” rafe sits down on the couch, keeping you in his lap as he tries to comfort you, hand rubbing up and down your back. “i got you baby.”

you cries are so loud rafe isn't sure you can hear him, especially when you start to hyperventilate.

“hey.” rafe takes your face in his hands, seeing the fear in your eyes as you struggle to actually take it any air. “take a breath for me, you're gonna pass out.”

you try, you really do, but you can't control your body as you continue to hyperventilate. rafe doesn't know what to do, he needs some sort of distraction or way to make you stop.

his face surges forward, his body working before his mind does as his lips press against yours, pressing a smashing kiss against your mouth.

you stop instantly, mind settling as your lips move against his, upset when you have to pull away to take in a gulping breath of fresh oxygen.

“it's okay.” rafes thumbs smooth over your cheeks. a mutual understanding comes over you both. this was bound to happen, and you don't need words to talk about what your relationship just became. “i got you. i got you.”

you nod, breathing deeply, finally able to control your body as you inhale and exhale until your lungs are full enough to lean forward and kiss rafe again. he doesn't hesitate for even a second before kissing back, his arms moving to wrap around you, pressing you further into him to deepen the kiss, only pulling away when the door shuts, your driver back in her spot.

“you okay?” rafe asks, his voice soft as he looks at you.

“i think after some more kisses i will be.” you giggle, cheeks blushing.

“and some timbits?”

“oh my god, those fuckers have them!” you gasp, your eyebrows scrunching together, making rafe laugh.

he presses a kiss against your lips, barely able to stop smiling to do so. “are you more mad they tried to take you or more mad they successfully took your donuts?”

you roll your eyes. “the timbits, duh.”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

[crookedteethed]

18+ Inspired by this porn link

⋆ ★ you and rafe have a onlyfans account

(A/N: not proofread, writing this on my phone because I’m too lazy to get my laptop 😔)

Imagine you and Rafe being that one couple in the obx with a large following on onlyfans. Of course, no one would know it was you guys in particular—you both never showed your faces—though some people (like your closest friends) had their speculations.

I can totally see you and Rafe falling into the exhibition porn category, because I know for a fact Rafe Cameron is an exhibitionist.

There was the video of you two fucking on the poolside at Tannyhill Manor. There was the video of him giving you back shots as you held on tightly to the railing of his balcony, and then there was the video of you cockwarming him on the beach during the hottest day of the summer.

The beach was packed with people surfing and sunbathing left and right, but there you sat on Rafe’s lap on a beach chair, filled to the brim with his delicious cock, a mixture of your combined juices spiraling down the supple flesh of your thighs, and the sheer excitement of getting caught. The cute little skirt that went with the bottoms of your bikini was barely long enough to cover your lips clinging to Rafe’s length but not long enough to cover the pool of cum and sweat sticking to your bodies; nothing could cover the sticky sopping sound your wet cunt made each time Rafe pushed up into you (this video was undoubtedly the one that got you two revenue—a whopping 1.2 million views).

And it wasn't like you and Rafe were doing this for money; he was the “kook king”, after all. You two were doing it just because you could.

[nativegirltapes]

RAFE AND HIS BISEXUAL BEST FRIEND

notes/warnings: been thinking about them forever and i'm happy to finally be posting this and sharing my thoughts <3 i hope this isn’t too self indulgent and that this will find an audience that resonates with it lol

rafe and BISEXUAL!READER who complain about their girl problems to each other but ultimately both know that none of it matters because they have each other. there's this unspoken love, platonic or romantic? neither of you are really sure, that you both have that make you both okay with not having anyone else.

BISEXUAL!READER who actually hated rafe before their friendship blossomed. you didn't see much appeal in the kook king himself, but that was until you attended one of his annual ragers ... where you drunkenly overshared about your life and your recent break up with your girlfriend. to which a drunk rafe cameron told you "you'll be okay. bitches ain't shit." and you've been friends with him ever since.

BISEXUAL!READER who really was a life changing friend for rafe. they're constantly throwing jokes at each other but they can both be serious when needed. you really helped rafe with his addiction and just overall become a better person. he doesn't say it much but he is beyond grateful for you.

rafe and BISEXUAL!READER who don't really know what they are. you're the deepest friendship rafe has ever had, but there's this intense attraction you both have for each other that makes it hard to keep things purely platonic. when you're drunk you'll both get really touchy and sometimes even have sex if it goes that far, which it usually does.

BISEXUAL!READER who has beeeennnnn aroundddd. you'd never ever tell rafe but you've even had your fair share of his sister sarah cameron. when sarah sees you coming around more frequently it's kind of awkward, you'll both just weirdly wave to each other.

rafe who is kind of in love with BISEXUAL!READER but tries his best not to act on it because he thinks you deserve someone so much better than him. but heavy emphasis on tries, he's not very good at these said attempts of not giving into you. rafe's love for you is so intense and real that he's willing to let you go when the right person rolls around for you. and when these feelings are finally confronted, you have to remind rafe that he can't make up your mind for you. you love him too and you want him to feel it.

rafe who never lets BISEXUAL!READER talk down on herself. the minute you start he's shutting it down, "that's the dumbest shit you've ever said. you done?" he'll say as he takes a swig of the beer you're sharing. you find comfort in his tough love, he's rarely really sweet to you, but you like it that way.

[ipetite69]

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this is so rafe coded ofmggg he lets you free-use him whenever and wherever you want. no buts, no questions asked, he just gets right into making you feel better <33 he's such an attentive bf, always making sure you're free of stress with his face between your thighs <3

[winterrrnight]

rafe comforting you when he realizes you aren’t comfortable in your skin and can’t accept compliments <3 cw: body insecurities, intentional use of lower case, shy!reader, self indulgent af bro :/

it took him some time, but he started to notice it; the way you dodged his compliments, the way you always switched the topic each time he praised how beautiful you look, or how pretty you are.

he didn’t quite understand it at first. why would you not be so readily accepting the compliments? after all, every word coming out of his mouth is 100% true.

it’s a wonderful fall evening, both of you at the quiet beach as you sit next to each other on the sand, the sun slumping down in the horizon and the sky streaked with beautiful tints of oranges and yellows, a cool breeze blowing past you both. his arm stays slumped around your shoulders, his way of keeping you warm in the chilly breeze.

he takes a glance at you; the evening sun rays shining off you, making you look even more ethereal than ever.

“you look so beautiful right now…” he mutters softly, not realizing when the words leave the mouth. it’s more or less like a reflex for him to compliment you, he just can’t stop himself.

you feel your cheeks heat up at his words, your gaze now fixated at your lap, your fingers pulling onto each other. rafe notices this almost immediately, and realizes that each time he compliments you, he never hears a ‘thank you’ back.

“hey…” he says softly, placing his hand on top of yours to stop you from fiddling with your fingers, “look at me,”

you slowly, but surely, turn your head to meet your eyes with his warm blue ones, and he can see the hesitance in your eyes, your mind working away the gears as a million thoughts generate in your head.

“why do you hide from me any time I compliment you?” he asks softly. he doesn’t mean to pressurize you, but he’s realized this has been going on for way too long now, and he wants to get to the bottom of this.

“rafe i…” you fumble, your lips parting and he expects you to say something else, but nothing really leaves your mouth. your eye contact with him falters and you start to look away, but rafe is quick to gently grip on your chin and make you look at him.

“uh uh uh… look at me, please,” he pleads softly. it gets hard for you to maintain strong eye contact but nevertheless you keep on looking in his eyes.

“sweetheart…” he tuts softly, “don’t tell me you aren’t… comfortable with what you look like…”

when no response leaves your lips and you just look in his eyes, the sadness only evolving in them more and more, all the dots connect in his mind.

you aren’t comfortable with what you look like, so you believe you don’t deserve the compliments he loves to shower you in, and don’t readily accept them the way he wishes you would.

he gently moves his hand to your cheek and strokes the skin softly, and you subconsciously lean into the warmth of his hand.

“you’re gonna keep looking at me when I say the next words…” he takes a deep breath. “you, my love, are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. and no– none of the hiding you always do okay? I will say this everyday to you if needed to show you that you indeed are so gorgeous, inside and out. that you radiate a certain light no one does. there is a charm you have that keeps on pulling me to you. I just hope you can see yourself from my eyes. and you’d see how your entire face glows under the warm sunlight, how your eyes shine when the moon shines its light on you. you smile so beautifully each time I take you to your favorite restaurant, or talk about some movie or show you love, or talk to you about new music… and I just wish you can see that, because it’s so beautiful, it’s the only thing I can think of all day,”

you don’t take your eyes off of him as tears full your eyes up to the brim. you blink and the tears make their way down, streaking your cheeks. your breathing is a little shaky, and rafe wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

“it’s okay to feel this way…” he whispers, “but just know, i’m never letting a single day pass by without reminding you just how beautiful you are okay? i’ll make you sick of my compliments,” he chuckles softly.

you can’t help but chuckle a little yourself, your face pressed against his blue lacoste. you slowly pull your face back and he quickly wipes off the residual tears off your face.

“thank you rafe…” you whisper softly, not knowing how badly you had needed that.

he smiles softly, knowing he’s succeeded because you didn’t dodge the compliment, you accepted it and thanked him for it. he presses a kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment as his lips come in contact with your skin.

“you’re so welcome my love,” he whispers against your skin, pressing another kiss.

he made you feel extremely loved and wanted in a way you’ve never felt.

— —

now who’s crying with me? 😁

[annab-nana]

hi! for the sleepover requests: rafe + "i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them." "and that's my business because..?" "..i don't have a date."

oh babe this sounds so good! hope you enjoy it :))))

warnings: not proofread, mentions of drinking, minor swearing

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"here he comes," your friend, sabrina, noted when she spotted the tall blond making his way over. she took the last swig of your drink before taking the empty cup and getting lost in the crowd, leaving you alone in the corner of the college party. you let out a small huff at her quick exit. you were alone, soon to be with rafe when he got over here, and were without any liquid coverage to get you through the encounter.

"hey sweet stuff," rafe drawled, earning the eye roll from you he was looking for.

"what did i tell you about calling me that?" you bit as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the wall behind you.

he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, pretending he was off in deep thought, but you knew the organ between his ears wasn't capable of such deliberation. "i don't remember anything about 'sweet stuff'. i do remember you saying words i can't repeat about some other names, though," he said through a smug smirk that you so desperately wanted to slap off his face.

"go ahead and add 'sweet stuff' to that list," you told him firmly. "did you need something? because i'm here to have a good time and last i checked, that's impossible to do with you around."

rafe let out a deep chuckle, his blue eyes shining in the neon lights of a beer sign hanging haphazardly on the frat house wall. "you make it so hard to sweet talk you, you know?" he quipped before continuing into why he came over in the first place. "so you know how tomorrow is valentine's day?"

your stare told him you heard him and knew of tomorrow's festivities.

"well, i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them," rafe spoke with a sigh, his eyes gazing hopefully into yours.

you didn't see why he was telling you this and quite frankly, you didn't care. "and that's my business because..?" you trailed off.

rafe paused before continuing. "..i don't have a date."

you couldn't hold back your laughter. it started as an escaped giggle that grew into a hearty chuckle, a full-on belly laugh at his expense. and if he didn't look so earnest, you would've kept on. but your laughter fizzled out, and you wiped your eyes.

"oh shit, you're serious," you mumbled.

his short nod cemented your words.

"why are you asking me? we aren't exactly besties. it's not a good idea but that's kind of your thing, isn't it? bad ideas," you told him in confusion.

a dry chuckle left rafe's lips. "believe it or not, you know more about me, so you're the best fit."

that part made you feel for him for a second, and that small second of weakness cost you. "why couldn't i have met you at college like everyone else?" you grumbled before nodding and giving in. "fine."

rafe's eyes widened ever so slightly. then that stupid smirk made a reappearance. "dress cute. i'll pick you up at seven. see you later, cupcake," he whispered when he leaned forward into your space before walking away.

"don't call me cupcake!"

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[fiction-is-life]

Congrats on 500 babe! You deserve every single one of them and so many more 🤍 Can’t wait to see you continue to grow and flourish 🦋 love you so much

Can I please request an angsty but fluffy blurb based on this prompt “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” with Rafey baby? I will cry 🥹

Need You

Author's Note: Aww, thank you so much!!! You are too sweet! Thank you for always commenting/reblogging my fics, you seriously don't know how much it means to me! I hope you like this one, I almost cried making it! 💕

Summary: Rafe is lost without you.

Warnings: Pregnancy/labor complications, mention of surgery, depiction of a coma, possibly unrealistic depiction of pregnancy/labor complications

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It had been over a week.  Eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact.  

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  For the past seven and a half months, your pregnancy had gone off without a hitch.  Every sonogram, every little kick, was a source of joy for both you and Rafe.

Sure, you were young, practically still kids, but you knew you were meant to be.   You had been planning your life after college for years, even before you had started to date.  You were just doing things a little out of order.

But then you had gone into labor early - six weeks too early to be precise.  The doctors said you were lucky to be alive, let alone fortunate that the baby had survived.  They had said that it was a condition called placenta previa, but Rafe hadn’t been listening.  He was still looking at your seemingly lifeless body on the operating table as they handed him the baby, asking for a name.

But he couldn’t even bring himself to name the baby.  He knew it was a boy, but it didn’t feel right to do something so monumental while you were still not awake.  He let his dad and Rose handle everything else, let them make him eat and listen to the doctors say they didn’t have much hope.

Rafe hadn’t even let himself cry - he was still too stunned to do so.  He just sat at your side, watching you.  On the eighth day he broke down, exhausted and drained, and he started to talk to you.

“He’s healthy, you know,” he said, his voice raspy from disuse.  “He’s perfect.  Ten fingers, ten toes.”  He took a shaky breath - the only kind he knew how to take these days.  “He’s got your eyes.  Rose says he has my smirk, though, so I don’t know if that is a good thing,” he chuckled.

He paused and took your hand, gently caressing it.  He sniffed.  “The nurses keep telling me all the stuff I’m going to have to do for the baby.  I know we took those classes, but I feel so overwhelmed.  I just can’t mess anything up for him, you know?  I thought I was going to have you to help me.  You have always been there, (Y/N/N), ever since we were kids.  Always so level-headed, getting us out of trouble wherever we found it.”

Tears started to roll down his face, slowly, but he couldn’t feel them.  “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed, finally letting himself feel the emotions that had been pent up for over a week.  He buried his head in your hand, kissing it and covering it in tears in equal measure.  

He sat there for what seemed like forever, simply expelling all of the grief and terror from his body.  When he finally looked up, he gasped and started crying anew.

You were awake.  Rafe leapt out of his seat to kiss your beautiful lips carefully, his trembling on top of yours.  When he pulled back, his heart caught in his throat, and all he could manage to say was a small, “Hey.”

You giggled lightly, still tired.  “Hey,” you replied, also lost for words as Rafe once again took your hand to kiss it reverently.

Rafe smiled, his eyes shining with love as they always did when they looked at you.  He took a deep breath and swallowed before licking his lips as he always did when nervous.  “Would you like to meet our son?”

You just smiled, and Rafe knew that everything was finally going to be alright.

~

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[cantstoptheimagines]

🎶 You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you 🎶

The Way I Loved You, Taylor Swift

“You’re So in Love That You Act Insane, That’s the Way I Loved You” (Rafe Cameron | Outer Banks)

Summary — Rafe becomes volatile under the weight of his feelings for you.

Requested by thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles — 🎶 You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you 🎶 The Way I Loved You, Taylor Swift

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Cursing; mentions of alcohol (mostly drunk and jealous Rafe); slightly toxic situationship.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 496. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Send me your favorite Taylor lyrics to receive a blurb.

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a fight was usually the first sign your night was turning to shit. you could hear rafe’s voice echoing from across the beach, despite the loud, ongoing party. like nails on a chalkboard, his drunken slurs captured the attention of nearly everyone there.

“rafe!” you called out, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of him getting in some other touron’s face with an angry expression. “rafe, come over here! what’re you doing?”

the situation was quickly escalating. rafe had tossed his cup on the ground, his new shoes. meanwhile, his opponent could only hold up his hands in a defensive position. topper and kelce were no help, of course. the two of them had each whipped out their phones, ready to record the first punch.

they got the shot they wanted in the end. you cursed and passed your drink to one of your friends when rafe’s fist suddenly flew through the air. the crack! of his knuckles colliding with the touron’s made you nauseous.

your hand wrapped around the fabric of his shirt, tugging him away from the crowd. everyone else quickly surrounded the touron, who was left to moan painfully in the sand. rafe breathed heavily, but still allowed you to push him into passenger side of his truck.

the moment you got into the driver’s seat, rafe let out a frustrated sigh. the quiet hum of the engine seemed to be the only thing keeping you from snapping. as you started driving him home, rafe shook his head, “aren’t you still buzzed?”

“your stupidity sobered me up,” you scoffed. “that was your third fight this week, rafe. what’s the deal?”

“i’ve told you a million times already,” he snapped. “those dumbass tourons are always talking about you! they act like you’re a piece of meat or something!”

you nearly smiled at his protective nature. you stopped, however, upon reminding yourself that he wasn’t being protective, but possessive, “what do you care? i’m not yours.”

“you sure do let me fuck you enough to be mine.”

rafe knew he messed up when you didn’t respond right away. the truck fell silent and tension hung in the air. he could hardly breathe from how thick it was.

“sorry,” he muttered, the alcoholic haze slowly creeping out of his mind. “didn’t mean that.”

you remained silent. rafe’s heart sank into the abyss of his stomach. his chest felt as though it would cave under a sudden bout of guilt—

“i know.”

a wave of relief overwhelmed his body. he could feel words of his deepest confessions trying to escape his throat. apologies, whispered compliments, i love you’s. the last one was the scariest, of course. he never dared to imagine your reaction to his secret affections. yet, here he was, on the edge of fucking it all up with his intoxicated anger.

so in love that i act insane, he thought, quietly admiring you beneath the red glow of a stoplight. that’s the way i love you.

[inthemytdl]

POV: Sofia

“Rafe, what did you do?” Your hands trembled like a car on gravel. You crossed your arms, uncrossed them, and let them drop to your side before deciding to cross them again. “Rafe?” He was only six feet away but it felt like galaxies.

“No,” he said, over and over, his volume intensifying with each word. His hands gripped his shaking head. 

You shifted and the six feet between you became seven. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t!” He looked at you. “I- I mean you saw him. He attacked us. I defended myself. I defended you.”

“Rafe…” Your voice was small. A part of you wanted to reach for him, your hand lifting before the nearby body came into eyesight, and you dropped it back to your side.

“I didn’t hurt him. See?” He reached the brown-haired man laying on the bloody concrete. “He’s fine.” Rafe’s croaked laugh filled the air. “Hey, get up!” He rocked him side to side to no avail. “This isn’t fucking funny, alright? I know you can hear me.” He gripped the man’s collar, lifting his limp head.

“Rafe…” 

“I said get the fuck up!” 

“Rafe, stop!”

“You think you can do this to me? Make me seem like a… a killer.” You swallowed, hard. The dryness abrasive to your throat. None of it made sense. How your seemingly perfect date became… this. You tried to recall the events but the memory was like the afternoon sky—cloudy. “I’m no fucking killer! I did my time. Made up for that shit.”

“Rafe!” With every shout the world grew slower. Just three hours ago Rafe had picked you up on his bike and took you to see his boat on the marina. You'd gotten something to eat together and had a laugh. It was… good. But everything changed the minute that man arrived and Rafe reached behind his shirt. Now you couldn’t recognize the guy in front of you. What was he talking about? Made up for what? 

“Rafe—“ Your voice croaked.

“I don’t do that shit anymore!” He shouted, his voice cracking. “I- I promised myself...” He lowered the man, his limp body. “I promised myself I would never hurt anyone like that…” You wondered what he meant, what he was thinking. If you were even here with him or if it was just him and the body. 

The thought lingered as the sky darkened, any light breaking through daggers to your eyes. Your arm burned, the fiery sting a mystery until your cheek collided with concrete and you realized you had fallen.

Rafe’s voice grew smaller, but maybe it was you and the ringing in your ears. 

“I would never… N-not again.”

Your eyes shuttered closed and you inhaled a deep breath before the word went dark. The last thought on your mind, an echo. 

“Again?” 

a/n: Sofia is a character in obx, not an oc.

[robins-scoop]

AGH

this but with rafe ‼️

tik tok link says: her hand crawling higher and higher up his thigh under the table him clenching his jaw and breathing heavily her innocently saying, "what's wrong babe?" him leaning his head back and cursing under his breath

*adding this request! Okay Ik that fic you posted about going to the party with rafe and he’s controlling a vibe that’s in your underwear??

Well what about taking rafe to midsummers and he has a vibrating cockring that you have control of and he’s just standing there squirming cuz he’s so hard that it hurts but you won’t let him cum

*very, very, very sub!rafe. this is not canon rafe whatsoever, but.. just imagine it. hot, right?

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

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this was an important night for rafe, but all you wanted to do was take him home, or even to the bathroom, and eat him up. he wore a dark blue suit, something to match the theme of his graduation party.

rafe survived college, and you were proud of him, but you were so happy he was done. you barely saw him for the last two months because of his finals and everything, but once he was done he called you and asked you to come over.

you put together this party for rafe with the help of his family, because they weren't planning on doing anything but buying him a car. you knew he needed a bigger celebration, and that's what you did.

you touched rafe's back with a smile as he talked with his family, rafe kissing your head and you grabbed his hand. "can you come with me for a second? i have your graduation present" you smile and he nods, excusing himself and following you to the bathroom.

"is there lingerie underneath that dress of yours?" rafe bit his lip and snaked his hand from your waist to your ass and pulled you in. you giggle and shake your head, kissing the little bit of chest that was exposed.

"close your eyes" you smile, and rafe does. he leans his head back a bit and smiles at you undo his belt and pull down his pants and underwear. rafe hummed as you teased him slowly, mouthing your name.

you opened your clutch and pulled out the vibrating cock ring, sliding it on rafe and he opened his eyes. "yn?"

"happy graduation, baby. you're not allowed to cum unless i saw so" you smile and rafe grunts, going to pull it off but you grabbed his wrist. "if i wasn't allowed to take it off, neither are you"

"but shouldn't i get a present not a punishment?" rafe whined and you crossed your arms, turning the ring on and rafe jump, gripping the edge of the sink and his dick instantly got hard, his tip red. "yn.. fuck.. okay!" you turned it off and he huffed, pulling his underwear and pants up.

you smirked as he tried to hide his hard on, and you kissed him slowly before taking him back to the party. you two sat at the table next to each other, listening to ward’s speech about how proud he was of his son.

you smiled and crossed your legs, turning the ring on as rafe looked at his dad. the corner of his mouth twitched, as well his hips. the speech was over and you turned off the ring. rafe let out a breath and you smirk, his napkin over his lap.

“rafe, why don’t you come and make a speech, hm?” ward asked and rafe’s eyes go wide, trying to get out of it because he knew what was going to happen.

“yeah rafe, why don’t you come?” you smile and kiss him quickly, rafe standing up from his chair and grabbing the microphone from his father. he sat in the stool with his hand draped over his lap, smiling as he thanked everyone for coming.

"and thank you to my beautiful girlfriend for throwing me this party. without you and your encouragement, baby, i couldn't have gotten through college" you blow him a kiss and everyone claps. "i struggled a lot during college, with finals as well. but you.." rafe held his hand out to you and you smile, turning the ring on and he made a sound. "sorry" rafe bowed his head and wiped his eyes, pretending not to cry. but you knew he was trying not to cum.

rafe finished his speech and quickly sat next to you, bowing his mouth behind your ear. "lovely speech, rafe, i loved it. i loved watching you stumble over your words even more" you kissed his cheek and he sighed.

"please, yn, stop. it was enough torture crying not to cum up there in front of everyone" rafe begged and you laughed, turning it off and he kissed your shoulder.

you placed your hand on his thigh and pulled it higher up his legs. rafe gasped into your shoulder and he sat up, looking at you through the corner of his eye as he clenched his jaw tightly.

your pinky softly touched the zipper of his pants, and rafe gasped. you looked at him and ran your hand over his forehead, pouting. "oh no, sweetheart, i think you might be getting a fever. you're all hot and sweaty. what's wrong babe?"

"am i?" you put your hand back on his thigh, rubbing your hand over his crotch softly. rafe threw his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and you palm him through his pants as the ring was on full blast.

"fuck.. yn.. my dad.."

"rafe, you okay son?" ward asked and rafe shook his head.

"he feels warm, so i'm sorry to leave so early but i want to get him home before he gives it to someone else" you stand up and said goodbye to the camerons', rafe holding his coat over his crotch as he waved goodbye to everyone, basically running to the car.

rafe hopped into the driver's seat, and started the engine. he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and you smirk as you watch him pull out his aching, red cock. his tip leaked with pre-cum, and his underwear was soaked.

"poor rafe" you coo and he speeds off down the road. he stopped at the red light and you turned the ring on. rafe gripped the steering wheel, his dick flexing as the vibration pleasured him.

rafe finally pulled into your driveway and held his coat over his dick as he ran to the door, only to find it locked. you sat in the car, seat belt still on, watching as he desperately waved for you to go inside.

"yn, please, let's go!" rafe's voice was loud, and you finally left the car, unlocking the front door. you slammed it closed and pressed rafe against it, holding his dick softly in your hands as you turned the vibrator on, moving your hand slowly. "fuck.. yn.." he whimpered.

"let's go upstairs.." you take his hand, leaving the ring on as you both ran up the wooden steps. rafe falls on your bed, gripping your bed sheets as his hips bucked.

you took off your dress and shoes, leaving you in your lingerie that you bought special for his party, as a present. you took off his shoes and pulled off his pants and underwear, rafe taking off his shirt and jacket.

you sat on his thighs and threw the remote on the bedside table, leaving it on the highest setting. your hand softly gripped the tip of his cock as you jerked him off, rafe moaning loudly. "you need to cum, rafe?"

"y-yes, so bad. hurts so bad, yn" rafe looked at you with basically tears in his eyes. you unbuttoned the bottom of the lingerie and rafe pushed it up, rubbing your clit with his thumb. "fuck, fuck" rafe grabbed his cock and pushed it into you, rocking your hips against him. you pressed your hand against his stomach, moaning as the ring vibrated against your clit.

"fuck, rafe" you leaned forward and held his face, kissing him sloppily as he thrusted his hips up into you, spreading your ass a bit so he could get deeper into you.

"yn.. fuck.. baby i can't.." rafe grunted and you smile, biting his lip. you sat up and rocked your hips, holding eye contact with him.

"cum in me, rafe. fill me up, just like you wanted all night" you moan and rafe gripped your hips so hard, he was sure to leave bruises on your skin. rafe's whole body trembled as he filled you up, his cum falling down his shaft and onto the ring.

"jesus.. fuck" rafe grabbed the remote and shut the ring off, pulling it off of him and looking at you with a smile. you went to get off of him but he pulled you back down on him, pushing you onto your back. "you thought i wasn't going to make you cum? who do you think i am?" rafe smirked and you giggled, rafe slowly thrusting into you with your knees pressed to his chest.

your mouth dropped open as he hit the right spot over and over, and you held his face. "i love you rafe, so much, fuck"

"i love you more, baby" rafe smiled, grabbing the ring and turning it on, holding it to your clit. "you're so filthy, wanting me to cum in you. you just want all of me, huh? you want me forever?"

"yes, rafe, for fucking ever. fuck, harder" you gripped his sweaty hair, pressing your forehead against his as you came, screaming his name. rafe kissed you, tongue pushing into your mouth.

"good girl.." rafe whispered and turned off the ring, heading to the bathroom and turning on the shower. he pulled you up and took you to the bathroom, holding your hips as he looked at you up and down with his teeth softly in his bottom lip. "you were hiding this beautiful lingerie under that dress all night?"

"of course. your punishment had a present at the end" you wink and he kisses you, sliding the piece over your head and you two stepped into the shower.

you and rafe had round 2 in the shower, then just singing random songs to each other until you both were clean and not sweaty anymore.

you and rafe laid in your bed in your underwear, your finger tracing his features. "i want you forever, yn" rafe whispered and you held up your promise ring, smiling.

"i know, rafe. i want you forever too"

"so now what do i do now that i'm done with college? spend all my time i missed with you?"

"or go get a job with your degree?" you answer with a chuckle, and rafe sighs.

"hmm, i think i like my idea better" rafe winked and you shook your head, kissing him goodnight. rafe held you close to his body, tracing patterns into your back as you both drifted to sleep, content, proud, and happy.

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@rainmaybank @capshoney @dudinhahoff @rafesgold @lustfulseonghwa @joselyn001

[rafeandonlyrafe]

kinktober: size kink blurbs

something a little different for todays kinktober! not a full fic but a collection of blurbs

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, smut, size kink, p in v sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv

“i can take it.” you say with confidence, even though in reality you’re unsure of if his cock will actually fit inside you easily. he’s bigger than you expected. he’s spent the last 5 minutes just grinding against your pussy, making sure you were thoroughly wet. “tell me if it hurts.” rafe kisses you gently, pressing his cock against your entrance. it’s so tight, he’s not sure if his head can even fit inside. rafe keeps his eyes on your face as he pushes inside, watching for any sort of discomfort.

rafe hovers over you, his wide body completely overtaking your form. your hands are on his shoulders, looking so tiny compared to him. “my little baby.” rafe bends down to kiss you.

rafes jaw almost literally drops seeing you in his shirt. it’s one of his few graphic tshirts, and it looks more like a dress on you, the sleeves going down to your elbows and hem cutting you off mid-thigh. he stares at you, eyes following every little movement, trying to see if there is anything under the shirt. when you finally realize, you give him a little giggle, eyes flicking down to where his cock is clearly hard in his sweatpants. he’s deciding between tearing the tshirt in two to see you bare or making you come over to where he sits and ride him while wearing it.

you are snuggled up next to rafe on the couch while he has his laptop sat on his knees, typing away, doing some kind of work that you’re not paying attention to, too focused on rubbing your hands over his wide chest. rafe sighs as he looks away from his laptop screen to your small hand on his shirt. “baby.” rafe says, taking your hand in his. “sorry, am i being distracting?” you pout, turning your hand over as his lays flat, realizing how big of a difference there is in the size of your hands, especially with how long rafes fingers are. you can’t help it, knowing he has to focus on work, but you still take his hand and bring it up to your mouth, sucking his finger in between your lips, closing your eyes as you swirl your tongue around it.

“raaafe.” you whine, getting on your tiptoes as you try to reach the top shelf of the cabinet again. rafe is standing behind you, smile on his face at your attempts to jump up. he finally concedes to your whining, coming up behind you and pressing you into the counter, reaching up to grab the box. “you’re just too little, baby.” rafey says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you gasp, and rafe smirks, knowing that you’ve finally felt how hard he is against your backside.

“baby, your hands are so small.” rafe coos as you look up at him, hands moving faster on his cock as you try to take up as much of him as you can, but your hands are simply too tiny. “‘m sorry.” you pout, but rafe shakes his head. “that’s okay baby, you’ll just have to use your mouth too.” rafe says, stroking your cheek and then placing his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his waiting cock with a moan.

rafe is thrusting in and out of you, his hands swallowing your hips, gripping the skin tightly as he looks down, realizing he can see himself bulging through your stomach, a little bump forming with every thrust. “look baby.” rafe says happily, and you can barely lift your head up to look from the immense pleasure he’s bringing you.

[winterrrnight]

rafe cameron is naturally a dom and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, your lips pressing against the soft skin of his neck, your fingers stroking his hair, and how you keep on calling him a pretty boy, he practically melts.

more on this!

[willowpains]

we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.

You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.

But it kept you entertained.

And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.

How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.

And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.

Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.

“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.

He chuckled at your words.

“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.

You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.

Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.

You giggle at his words.

“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.

“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.

You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.

You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.

Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.

Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.

Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.

You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.

He snorted out a laugh.

“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.

You scrunch up your nose at him.

“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.

You nod at his words.

“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.

Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.

Drew laughs at your reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.

Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.

“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.

*

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself

they’re just too cute I can’t

this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

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