#tutor!drew or tutor!rafe?

[rafey-baby]

He looks like a sexy history nerd who’s trying to tutor reader because she decided it was a good idea to take some history courses in university but now, she’s failing her tests and coming to the conclusion that maybe history is actually just not for her.

However, she’s stubborn and wants to pass the class so she gets a tutor but it’s so difficult to concentrate on what he’s saying because she keeps getting distracted by the way his strawberry mouth moves around the words and—

“Do I have somethin’ on m’face?” he suddenly scolds her with a click of his tongue; brows raised and an amused smirk tugging at his mouth when she stutters out a response, face flushed.

“N— no. Sorry.”

“Need you to focus on this, yeah? It’s important. Or would you prefer a different type of a teachin’ method?”

And her eyes round out because why does the seemingly innocent question sound so filthy when he says it with that low drawl of his…

[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: Unveil

Words: 9k+ Summary: Here comes another party organized by Rose, meaning you cannot have your parents near people who threaten your peace. You can't even go to the bathroom, for goodness sake! Warnings: Female!Reader. Mentions of secret relationships and hiding things from friends and family (and finally, their consequences). SMUT (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Very quick, literally a quickie, because I am so rusty at smut now. It will include some rough manhandling and clawing at the skin, but nothing too bad). Insults. Slut shaming. A/N.: I'm back!! Please know that I want to keep writing, I really do. But my professors absolutely hate me, because I have so much to do. This is like no other semester. Hope you enjoy this!

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With your hands constantly smoothing down your silk dress, you can’t take your eyes off your reflection. You have touched up your make-up maybe three times since you’ve ‘finished’ getting ready and adjusted the more than adjusted dress for the, hopefully, last time.

You have no idea what it is. You feel weird. You feel nervous. Or maybe just anxious. There is something about going to a party with your parents after everything that has happened that makes you want to crawl into bed and only come out when everything has already happened.

Another sole reason your blood pressure has been sky high lately has to do with the conversation you’ve had with your mother in the car about planning something with ‘the girls’. For the last few days, she always remembered it at the worst moments. You have always found a good enough reason for her to not reach out to Kristy or her mother for said plans, but you’re not so sure that today will be possible to do it, given that they will see each other in person. Your mom and her mom have always been friendly to each other and have always liked each other’s company. They will surely plan something like an evening altogether. That is, of course, if her mother hasn’t heard anything about you yet. She too has never been too enthusiastic with Cameron & Co.

A knock on your bedroom door makes you look over your shoulder, and your father walks in. He gives you a sweet smile once he sees you by the mirror and holds his hand in your direction.

“Got to go. Mom is getting impatient.” He says while you take his hand.

You grab your purse on your way out of the bedroom, reaching for it at the last second as you can already hear your mother pacing around the house. You check the time before reaching her, making sure you are not the reason why she is like that, but, as expected, the scheduled time isn't for another 20 minutes. Therefore, you will get there before everyone else.

Your mother is still pacing when you reach her. She has a cream-colored dress, make-up, and hair done with way too much precision, but the look on her face would be enough to make you run to a mirror again.

“Finally!” she says, waving her arms in the air with a sigh.

Her eyes make sure to look you up and down, and her lack of criticism almost makes you cheer out loud. You know you won’t get a compliment with her bubbling with so much stress, so the fact that she has nothing bad to say about you is enough to let out a breath.

After your mother does her last walk around the house to make sure everything is in her purse and everything is locked, you all start to walk out to get into the car. You reach for your phone when you take your seat at the back of the car, and your father begins to back out of the driveway. The car is in complete silence, just as it usually is.

Now that you are officially done with classes, the graduation ceremony is just days away. Meaning, that not only will you soon be far, far away from certain people without school forcing you to be in their presence, but you also have been bombarded with texts from Patty and Topper, who have shared with you all sorts of ideas for the parties that they will be attending. All those texts are in the weird group chat that you have been added to, but Rafe, much to his confusion, was not.

You smile down at some of the messages and make sure to not leave them on read for too long before answering them quickly. These moments of calmness and smiles don't last too long, given that you get a message from Kristy, making you put down your phone to hopefully not let it mess up with your mood again. But, yet again, you were too late.

The trip to the location of the party is a little over 15 minutes, and you try not to pay any mind to any anxious thoughts after that. Because, maybe, just maybe, there is nothing to worry about. Nothing to be scared of, and no reason to want to lock your parents in a room for the entirety of the night.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. You got this under control.

After some time, and a little traffic, the car finally comes to a stop. Your dad helps you out of the car, and as soon as you all stand outside, you can tell that you were some of the firsts to get there. There are almost no cars in the parking lot, and that would be with counting the workers’ cars too.

Before you can even walk all the way to the front door of the building, Rose has already pushed the door open and smiled to greet you. Rose and your mother exchange the classic two kisses on their cheeks – or better, the air close to their cheeks. A handshake with your father. Yet when she reaches you, she pulls you into a hug. Your mother didn’t seem to be able to look away.

“I am so happy that you could make it,” Rose says to you when you two pull away from the hug. “Seriously, it was so hard making all these teenagers want to go to an event with their families.” She turns to your mother to include her in the conversation with a quick roll of her eyes, but she simply smiles dryly at her. “Anything that just doesn’t include alcohol makes everyone want to stay home, these days.”

“Oh,” your mom exclaims, surprised. “Yes, that is true. Youth, these days. But I do not believe that it would be my little girl’s” and, while still talking, she puts her arm around you in a side hug that is so out of character that it feels nearly comical, “style to do anything like that. These types of events are so much better.”

You offer her a small smile in return, and Rose doesn’t seem to notice how tense everything just seemed to get.

The two women begin a conversation in front of you not too long after. They talk about how good you did in your finals and even how Wheezie was so good in hers. All due to your hard work, of course. They talked and talked, and your mother’s arm did, eventually, come down back to her side. You walk over to stand by your dad as they continue their discussion, all while everyone still stands by the door.

“Is your whole family here, already?” Your mother asks her, making your ears perk up.

“Except for Ward, yes. He had to leave to get something at home. But the kids are all here. Well, except for Rafe, of course,” she chuckles dryly, “He’ll get here in his own time.” Rose says with a shrug before turning back to you and offering you a smile, “And I do believe some of your friends from school have gotten here as well.”

Great.

You fake a smile of excitement, and Rose takes that as her ticket to take you all inside the building. The warm breeze from outside is quickly substituted by the cold AC as soon as you get in, and, only after a few hallways, do you step into the massive room of tonight’s event. One with a tall ceiling and a wall made of windows, all of them facing the sea not too far from the building’s garden in the back. One of the windows is open and some people stand outside, some of them smoking, while others just enjoy the view while talking.

Even so, the room is quite empty. The ones inside stand on the sides and corners of the room, but, due to its size, the room feels empty still.

Your eyes scan the room, looking at each person carefully, trying to see how much damage could be made in the first few minutes already.

A little polite conversation later, Rose steps away with a soft ‘talk to you later’. Having looked around enough, relief washes over you when you notice that the friends that she had mentioned had only been one of the girls and some somewhat known faces from school. Nothing like Kristy, or the rest of the group. You know they won't do a thing when alone, that is, of course, if they aren't Kristy.

Your parents walk over to the table with the drinks, and you follow them, only listening to their conversations to keep you entertained.

The room is indeed fabulously decorated. The walls are decorated with amazing and grand pieces of art. Certainly replicas of sorts, expensive looking, nonetheless. Rose, as she tends to do, filled the room with all sorts of flowers and large tables with white tablecloths and glass dishware. At some tables, there are all sorts of mocktails, juices, and fancy herbal and fruitful waters. Other tables have food with all sorts of snacks, which the younger family members seem to have no shame in already having their fill.

You can see the people out in the garden from the drinks table. You can see Wheezie out with her friends, as well as Sarah being annoyed by Topper, who is beginning to be pulled away by one of her friends. They all are dressed formally. Wheezie in soft pink and Sarah in yellow. You look over to check on Rose which is in a light purple. What kind of color would they make Rafe wear?

You smile down at your own thoughts and hide it by looking around, purposefully ignoring a stare from a family that you do not want to interact with – the only girl and her parents, who might as well just call you a devil from where they stand in the room, given the distaste in their faces.

By the time an hour passes, you notice how slowly time goes by. You sure are in for a night.

(…)

It has been three hours, and you've finally decided that you need to walk away from your parents. You have shaken so many hands of coworkers and possible business partners of both your parents, that your mind has begun to blur their faces into one ever since you’ve met the seventh person. Their conversations have been about business and sales, and you swear that if you hear any sort of vocabulary from their field again, you will begin to rip your hair out in chunks.

So, a walk it is.

Your heels click on the tiled floors as you look for a bathroom. No one is in the hallways, most people just stay in the main room or the outside, where younger socialization is seemingly kept. None which you’ll be able to make today, for the looks of it.

You have thought about talking to someone other than your parents, but the possibility of it upsetting them, given your new crowd, always made you take a step back. There aren’t many people you could speak to. Rafe’s friends, who have naturally become yours too, have all gotten here in the last hour. Most who noticed gave you a simple wave, which you could only nod to because you knew you couldn’t be caught waving at Topper Thorthon by your own mother. You might as well just walk right back into the room nude, and you’ll get the same reaction - in other words, complete horror. Patty, on the other hand, had walked over to you to greet you as she normally would, with a hug, and that sparked the curiosity of your mother a bit too much. That is, of course, because she has no idea who she is.

Other sorts of company, also known as your past best friends, have also gotten here, and each time you notice them walking in the room, you would simply spark a conversation with your parents so they wouldn’t look at the newcomer. But you know it, you’re running out of things to talk about. Especially since some of the girls haven’t gone outside and are still standing by their parents, talking amongst themselves. One is easy to hide from your parents, but a group, not so much. The idea of them already talking to them is making chills run down your spine.

Truly, the only thing keeping you sane is the fact that Kristy hasn't arrived. Therefore, there is nothing that can truly hurt you while she isn't here... right?

You walk through the hallways, letting out a sigh, still looking for a more distant bathroom that doesn’t have a line of women you could possibly very well know at the door.

After looking at many lines, you decide to try upstairs instead, because, realistically, you will need at least five minutes of silence in that room to get back into the right mentality to handle the rest of the night, and you will not be able to do that with a group of women ready to break down a door and run in to pee.

You begin to walk towards the front of the building, where you spot even more people who have begun to arrive at the party and are following Rose as she continues to be her pleasant self to her guests. You spot the two big staircases at the front, and you grab onto the railing before beginning to go up.

Suddenly, a whistle echoes down the hallways and up your staircase and you freeze.

“The party is down here, miss.” The voice says.

If only you hadn’t recognized it, you would’ve actually listened to the observation and made your way down the staircase, hiding your embarrassment and complete horror of being caught. But the fact that you did recognize it only made you want to throw a shoe at your boyfriend for scaring you the way he did.

“What am I, a dog, for you to be whistling at?” You say while turning around to face him, while he stands by the front door, meters away from you and down a few steps.

Rafe tilts his head up at you, and you know the comment is eating at him. You're teasing him. You smile as you see him peek into the hallway Rose disappeared into, and you can’t help but let out a shriek when he starts running up the steps to grab you.

Rose must already be on her way back to the door to welcome the new family coming inside, and you have her stepson ready to tackle you to the ground, so you have double the motivation to grab onto your dress and the railing and try to get away from your man.

You laugh your way up the stairs, but you don’t even get to the last step before he’s able to grab onto you. Now, do you think it was a fair fight? With you in heels and a long dress? Absolutely not, and you make sure to let him know that as he casually puts you over his shoulder and gets you both off the stairs - all while basically making you think you’re going to die for being upside down on the last step. You have screamed twice since he's gotten here. Rose would kill you if she knew.

“Please put me down.” You say, defeated and seriously out of breath from both running and laughing.

You know that Rose must have heard the both of you, you just hope she doesn’t know it is you who was just laughing hysterically. You’re sure she heard the damned loud whistle and rolled her eyes to the back of her head in response, knowing very well whose it was – the only son that is almost 4 hours late to a party his own family is organizing. And now that same man is kidnapping a girl into the upper floor, how nice. You wouldn't blame her if she stopped inviting him. Not at all.

Halfway through a hallway and during your millionth plea, Rafe finally puts you down, making your hair fall in all sorts of directions over your face, getting a genuine laugh out of him. Your hands begin to try and smooth down the strands back into their original place, but Rafe continues to smile down at you.

“Don’t you look beautiful today, baby?” He says in a dramatic tone, making your hands stop working through your mess of hair and giving him a glare, which in his eyes seems more like a pout.

Taking pity on you, Rafe helps you with your hair to the best of his ability, and you begin to look around for a bathroom.

Leaving Rafe behind and knowing fully well that he will follow you without hesitation, you walk over to a door that, thankfully, is unlocked, and the room is empty. Rafe walks in with you, and you only let out a breath when you hear close the door behind him.

Rafe watches you through the reflection as you fix your hair further and then check on your makeup. It takes quite a few moments of silence before you turn and lean back on the counter. With your back to the mirror, and the temperature of the cold stone going through the fabric of your dress, Rafe steps in front of you, and the warmth of his hands on your hips adds a nice contrast.

You look up at him, analyzing his face, but you notice how he leans in for a kiss, making you turn your head at the last second, forcing him to lay a kiss on the corner of your mouth instead.

“I have lipstick on.” You whisper at him, “Don’t you dare ruin it.”

“I would never.” He whispers back but kisses your cheek again instead and then continues to go down your jaw, neck, and then shoulder.

You fight the urge to close your eyes to the feeling of his lips and look at him while he moves, you haven’t taken a good look at him yet. He looks good, like he always does, in a dark blue suit with no tie and a pristine white dress shirt underneath, his hand has his usual gold ring, and his buzzcut looks just made.

“We’re matching.” You tell him, a smile more than evident in your voice, making him raise his head up to look at you. “Why blue?”

“Ask Sarah, she was the one that chose my suit.” He says, creating a slightly bigger distance between your faces.

You lay your hands over his shoulders, but they eventually find their way to his cheeks. Your thumbs caress his skin, and he continues to stare down at your face.

“You look really handsome tonight.” You whisper to him again.

“I do?” He asks, and you nod, making him lean into you again, threatening to ruin your lipstick yet again.

“And incredibly needy too.”

Even Rafe couldn’t hold in his chuckle at your observation.

“Someone ignored my texts for-”

“We texted this morning, Rafe!” You say a little louder this time, with a smile that almost made Rafe’s heart jump out of his chest. “Since when did you become such a sappy boyfriend?”

Rafe did not even have to say a single word, the expression on his face of complete repulse for your choice of adjective is enough to make you smile widely at him. He sends you a glare as a response which only makes you laugh harder. Your hands come down to his shoulders again, and you give him a kiss on his cheek before leaning away from the counter.

“I have to go back down soon.” You tell him.

Rafe leans in closer to you, his hands forcing your body glued to his, making you lose all idea of cold from before. You are warm all over. “Why?”

“My parents are here, can’t have them talk to a certain someone just yet.”

Rafe doesn’t answer out loud, he just continues to look through your face, deep in thought. You watch him as he does it, memorizing every inch of his skin in return. Rafe had noticed your mood while watching you walk the hallway downstairs. You are deep in thought and visibly buzzing with anxiety. Knowing now that the root of all your problems is just a floor down from yours, makes a lot more sense than whatever he had thought of.

“They’re here?” You only nod, kissing his jaw and pulling back to look him in the eyes, “Have they said anything?”

“Not a single thing, only stared for a while.” Rafe pulls you impossibly closer to him, and you let him. “They might already be doing it right now.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I was driving myself insane. Had to talk to way too many people, and I can’t even remember a single name.” Rafe grins at your words, but you sigh before continuing, “I want to go home already.”

“But the party just started.”

You roll your eyes at him and his audacity, and he smiles down at you. Your lips crack a small grin too, and you feel one of his warm hands move from your back to your hip, squeezing it through the thin fabric and holding onto you tightly. Your entire body sizzles at his touch, and you lean closer, completely forgetting your own promise to not smudge your lipstick.

“We shouldn’t.” You whisper against his mouth.

“We really shouldn’t,” Rafe emphasizes with a shake of his head and a big smile, but that is just before he closes the gap between the two of you. Your lips touch, and your hands smooth over to his head, smoothing over his short hair.

Rafe lifts you up to the counter and pulls your dress upwards to your waist to help him stand between your legs with the slit of the fabric. You sigh against his lips at his touch over your smooth thighs, and, under the dress, Rafe grips onto your skin and pulls you directly into his hips, making you moan against his mouth.

His hands look for a certain piece of fabric, your panties, under your dress as he pulls you against him, but all he feels is skin. He brings his hand up and grips your face with the same force as he did your hips, thumb digging into your cheek as he held your jaw.

He pulls you back, noticing just a slight smudge of your lipstick, and you smile maliciously at him, knowing exactly why he’s behaving the way he is. He lets out a dry laugh, not finding any sort of humor like you did, and kisses you a single time before whispering directly into your lips, “You’re such a—”

“Panty lines, Rafe, panty lines!” You interrupt him without being able to contain your smile.

Your lips melt into a kiss again, more aggressive this time due to Rafe’s discovery, and you can’t help but continue to smile into the kiss, moving your shoulders until you feel the dress’ strap slide down your skin. Rafe’s hands slide from your jaw to your neck, and your hands slide down his torso all the way to his belt, currently almost glued to you too because of how tightly Rafe holds you to him.

You pull his belt to get him closer to you and finally pull at the buckle to undo it. Rafe’s hands let you go for a second, he undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, only separating your lips for those seconds and coming back to you.

You finish undoing his belt and move onto the button and zipper, while Rafe’s hands move back to hold your hips. Rafe groans against your mouth, and you grab onto his boxers, dragging your nail over the elastic band. You smile at the way he responds, pulling you roughly towards him and grabbing onto your skin as if it’s his lifeline.

Your hands pull his clothing down, and Rafe is quick to lift a hand and push yours away from him. Your lips don’t separate through it all, and Rafe brings his hand in between your legs. His touch immediately rips a reaction out of you, making you moan louder against his lips while your back stretches with pleasure.

Rafe’s fingers drag from your clit to your entrance, not ever stimulating you on purpose, just moving so, so slow that you consider biting him in response. You turn your head to break the kiss, and Rafe just continues kissing down your jaw and neck, as if unphased. Your breathing is heavy, and your heart is beginning to seem to want to beat out of your chest, but your lips are only able to whisper a single plea, “Rafe, please, we have to be quick.”

“Please, what?” He teases like he always does.

You groan, naturally, and he smiles, “Please, Rafe, just fuck me”

In response to your words, Rafe did not hold back. He glues back your lips to his, and the finger over your clit pulls away, leaving you cold and waiting. His hand goes back to your hip to hold you in the exact position he wants you in, and, right after pulling his hand away again, you just feel his dick lining up with your entrance and sliding into you.

The sensation almost feels like too much, making you pull away from the kiss and bring your hands to his shoulders. Your hands hold onto his skin, underneath the opened suit, and Rafe groans at the feeling of your nails on his skin. He doesn’t move, once he’s able to slide entirely into you, and all you hear for those seconds of no movement is both of your elaborate breathings.

Rafe breaks the silence, “Fuck, you feel so good.” making you chuckle and pull him into a kiss.

As soon as he begins to move, you almost feel as if your body is not your own. The pleasure is too much, and you can’t help but pull Rafe closer to you. His movements are steady and slow at first, but, at this moment, it almost feels like enough. Something about being worried and anxious throughout the night made you feel as if your body is now overly sensitive to everything that Rafe touches.

Your moans aren’t words, just whimpers and sounds of pleasure, never too loud and even sometimes a whisper. Rafe looks down at you, as one of his hands moves to wrap his arm around your back to support your body close to his. Your hair looks perfect again, and your lips only have a slight smudge at a corner, almost unnoticeable. One of your dress’ straps has slid off your shoulder, making his half-closed eyes stare at your jiggling flesh. He pulls you in closer and speeds up ever so slightly, letting the sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy fill his ears and consume him.

You lean your forehead on his shoulder, as one of your hands slides out of his suit and wraps around his bicep. His cock, moving back and forth, his tight hold on your body, your naked chest now glued to his, it seems like too much for you to even open your eyes. It is as if flames consume your body, from your legs to your head, centering around your stomach. It burns at your insides, and all you can think of is how good it feels.

You know you have to be quick about it. Your biggest worries are just a few steps away, so possibly able to find you and what you’re doing, bringing to absolute ruin. But, now, you can't bring yourself to care. And especially not when Rafe moves to grab onto your face and brings your lips to his, making your mind go fuzzy, and your heart flip with love and pleasure for this man.

The kiss starts with form, but it loses it within seconds with some of your moans and Rafe’s groans. Both of you are lost, and getting worse with each stroke and each kiss. You have obviously gotten wetter, you both can hear it, and Rafe can’t help but reach underneath your dress to touch you.

You let out a gasp, which turns into a moan when he touches your clit, and he simply holds your face in place, unwrapping his arm from your body. Your hands reach to hold onto the counter of the bathroom, and the cold stone bites at your skin once you touch it.

Rafe kisses you slowly one last time and lets go of your face before he speeds up his thrusts a last time, making his movements fast and rough, but sloppy. Yet you swear that you have never felt better. His cock reaches deep into you and with each stroke, it touches where it should. His finger slides with ease over your swollen clit, and your pussy squeezes him in response to all of it.

Rafe’s fist closes with all its might as he keeps going and you moan his name, close to his ear. Both of you are beginning to break your first sweat as the peak of your pleasure gets closer and closer. You can almost taste it. Rafe pulls you back to him, maybe a bit too forcefully, but you couldn't care less. You moan into his skin as he gets you closer and closer to your orgasm, and your hands claw at his skin for it.

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “Come on, baby, come for me.”

After just another two thrusts, you sob out a moan into his neck and Rafe puts your mouth to his in a kiss. Your hands reach for his face, even while still reacting to your too-powerful orgasm, and he follows you right after, pounding into you with a force you know will leave you sore, but for a cost that you could accept any day.

As both your heart rates slow down and your breathing calms, your mouths go back into a normal kiss, your usual slow and loving. Rafe wraps both of his arms around you, pulling your flesh impossibly closer to his, and you relax close to him, ignoring what could possibly await downstairs.

(…)

It took you embarrassingly long to fix your makeup before you got down the stairs with Rafe. No one is walking in anymore, which can only mean that it is finally late enough for anyone else to come in fashionably late.

Your heels click as you walk a little too fast due to your anxiety, Rafe stays a little behind, letting you in the room before he does. You push the door open, and the sound of all the conversations around the room hits you all at once. You look over at Rafe before you walk in, and he nods at you to go.

You walk through a few groups of people and look over at where you left your parents, only to find them in the same place - your father just a few steps behind. You fight the urge to smile a bit and begin to walk towards them, but your legs stop moving when noticing Kristy with her arm crossed with your mother, as her mother stands right next to her too.

All three of them are in a deep conversation, but smiles are all around, which only soothes your soul a slight bit.

Kristy’s mother, Natasha, is another type of woman entirely. In all the years of your friendship, you had only seen her a few times, always out in business. She is a hauntingly beautiful woman. And, yes, even after so many years, you too are scared of her, while your mother never seems to get enough of her.

“Oh, there you are!” Your mother says, noticing you right away. You walk closer to them, trying to hide how stiff your body feels due to the adrenaline coursing through you, “Are you feeling alright? You were gone for a bit.”

“Yeah, just a stomachache, I think.” You tell her, “But I’m feeling much better now.”

“Do you think it’s something you could’ve eaten?” She asks, and your eyes move over to Kristy who is obviously staring at you, hard.

“Maybe.” You shrug at your mom, ready to change the topic of conversation.

“I told you to put the leftovers in the fridge yesterday, but, no, you just had to do it when you felt like it, right, missy?” She teases, looking over at Natasha to make her join in on the motherly teasing session.

But, when you look over at her, you would have to be blind to not notice the way she is looking at you. Different from the way she used to, which could only mean one thing.

“Oh,” She plays along, hiding her staring slightly better, this time. “Kristy is just the same, you know? Always does things on her own time, no matter what I tell her.”

Kristy would’ve rolled her eyes at her mother’s words if she wasn’t occupied staring at someone in the distance. Her silence was so out of character that you weren’t the only one to notice her distraction, because your mother looked faster, and her mouth followed at light speed.

“How can a son arrive so late to an event organized by his own family? A shame, really.” You tense further as she shakes her head.

Kristy tenses too at her words, quickly looking away and down at her feet for a few seconds in shame. Having had enough of her shit, you can't help but continue to glare at her.

Your mother, oblivious, does not notice the tension building up, but you’re thankful for that as she keeps herself busy by bad-mouthing your boyfriend instead.

“No surprise that Rose doesn’t bring him to so many of her parties,” She says, “I would do the same.”

“What a disgrace of a boy...” Natasha says but while directly facing you, almost as if trying to talk to you about him. “Do you know him?”

“What?” You ask her, trying to hold back your defensive tone.

“Rafe Cameron,” She reminds you, “Do you know him?”

Your mother looks at you, intrigued by the conversation. “Oh, no, not at all.” She answers for you.

“Are you sure?” Natasha asks you with a dip of her chin, making Kristy turn her head to her in shock. “He’s not too far from your age.”

“A year.” You tell her, and she nods, beginning to grin at your response. Your mother looks at you in interest but, of course, nothing malicious is crossing her mind, “I’ve talked to him before, yes.”

You can come to very much regret saying such a thing in a few seconds but, at the end of the day, if you ever want your mom to know of your relationship, she better start warming up to the idea that you at least know the guy.

“You have?” Your mother’s interest could not have been more peaked.

“Yeah,” You nod, noticing that Kristy’s shocked eyes have now come to face you too, “Not as bad as everyone says.” You shrug.

“Really?” Natasha asks, humor thick in her voice, but you ignore it and simply nod. “Oh, I’ve heard the opposite, that he and his friends are an absolute horror to talk to. Very rude, weren’t they, Kristy?”

Kristy’s eyes almost pop out of her head once her mother mentions her name and her experiences.

“Oh-oh, uhm…” She hesitates, making your mom almost want to shake her to spit it out. “I didn’t have the greatest conversations, no.”

“How come?” Your mom pressures her, pulling at their crossed arms, urging her to tell all, but Kristy is nowhere near ready to let it out.

“Just some parties, you know.” She shrugs, “He must have been drunk a few of those times, so he wasn’t the nicest.”

“What kind of things did he say to you?” Your mom asks.

“Oh, not to me. But my friends, for example… One day, they were looking for someone.” You fight the urge to punch her, this time, “And asked him- because he is… friends... with her.” She takes a deep breath, “They asked him about her, but he just told them to ‘f’ off and all that.”

“Who were they looking for again, sweetheart? His girlfriend, was it?” Her mother asks, only looking at her daughter in fake curiosity.

Your mother could not even contain her shock, letting out a gasp so loud that some people around you turned to look at her. You, on the other hand, feel as if someone had just thrown you into an iced lake. “He has a girlfriend?!”

“Oh, yes, he does.” Natasha says, “Quite a shock to me too when I heard.”

“Do you happen to know who it is?” She says, leaning in as if to know a secret.

You physically butt in by putting your hand in between them, stopping Natasha from opening her mouth any further and making the two of them look at you.

“It’s his private life, we shouldn’t talk about it.” You say, with a tone so serious that it made your mom notice some of the attention you all were gathering around you.

She smiles at the people, who turn away right after, and, with a lower tone of voice, she says, “Oh, honey, please. That boy has never been private a day in his life.” Your mother insists, “It’s nice of you to try and be civil but with Rafe Cameron?”

“You’re not being fair, mom.” You tell her, letting her continue to think of you as just a nice person trying not to dirty her pure and innocent ears with gossip. “You don’t know him.” You look at the other two women.

Kristy listens to your words and notices her mother’s silence. She did not expect her mother to try and provoke you as much as she did, but Kristy can only blame herself for that. She shouldn’t have told her everything she knew, but it had been a bad day, and she thought she could trust her mother to stay quiet. After all, she had always seemed to like you. Yet, there was something about your words just now that sounded like they were meant for her too.

After all, you were defending Rafe from her. Again.

“You know him that well?” Kristy asks you, after the seconds of silence – and delusion from you, since you thought it had been enough to calm down the conversation and delay it for another time.

You look at her with eyes that could only mean two things to any onlooker, either that you were offended by her words or the complete opposite, that you were pleading with her to just stop whatever she and her mother were doing.

“I wouldn’t say that well.” You say, slowly, trying to measure your every word, so it wouldn’t lead to any misunderstandings. “But I have talked to him and seen him a lot of times. I’m at his home for a lot of hours, remember?”

“That’s right, you tutor the Wheezie girl.” Your mother suddenly remembers, “But, the rumors about him can’t be all that big of a lie. So many people tell them. A new one each week.”

“But... Like you just heard, he just got himself a girlfriend. Even you were surprised.” She nods, not understanding where you’re going with this. “If he can get himself a girl to date after all the rumors about him, maybe he’s not that bad.” You shrug.

You continue to look at your mom, in silence, watching as she slowly bites the bait towards a more open-minded and not-so-horrible mental image of Rafe, but you watch it all burn down in front of your eyes, right as Kristy starts to speak.

“That really depends on what type of girl you imagine him dating,” She says with a chuckle as if finding what you said cute or amusing. Deep down she is boiling in anger with the way you dodge every question with ease, like you've been hiding for so long, you already became accustomed to it all. “You’re imagining him with a well-mannered girl, about his age, a great student, and with great friends that can only be a good influence on him—”

“Kristy,” You warn her.

“But the reality is that we don’t know who the girl is.” She continues in a tone that not even a saint would believe to be truthful, “His girlfriend can very much be like any other slut. Someone who can only match his energy, someone who can only ruin herself further than she has already ruined.”

She looks you in the eyes as she says those exact words, fueled with rage after hearing you say all those things about how everyone just misunderstands Rafe.

“That is…” Your mother says and hesitates, not loving the words used to describe the hypothetical girl just now.

“What’s wrong?” Kristy asks you, not even hiding her tone this time, “Stomachache, again?”

Your breathing is uncontrollable, and your heart is beating rapidly. You’re not sure if it’s adrenaline, anger, heartbreak, anxiety, or everything all at once. All of what is being unsaid is being left in the air, like a toxic cloud, which everyone just watches you seem to be the only one in the conversation to be able to breathe it in.

“Something like that.” You say with gritted teeth with a short smile.

Your mother’s face twists with worry and Rafe is quickly forgotten. She turns to you, but you can’t take your eyes off the two women who appear to be practically orgasming with how they are loving to threaten to ruin your life with casual banter.

“We can go ask Rose if she has something for a stomachache, honey, would you like me to do that?” You don’t answer but try to shake your head, which goes unnoticed. “Or maybe in our car, maybe I have something for you to take.”

“I’m fine, mom, really.”

“What’s happening over here?” You hear your father’s worried voice behind you, which makes you turn to face him.

“She’s feeling sick—” Your mom tries to tell him.

“Sick? Did you eat something you shouldn’t?” He asks you, “Was it those leftovers? Honey, we’ve told you that you should put them in the fridge—”

“You should tell them the truth,” A voice interrupts your father, making you look at the two women again, your heart now at your stomach making you even more nauseous.

“What?” Your mother asks with pure confusion over her features, “What are you talking about?”

You look at the two mothers, both looking at each other, one with a know-it-all look, while the other is lost in absolute confusion.

“If it was my Kristy, I would’ve wanted her to tell me everything since day one.” She says, facing me again.

“Shut the fuck up.” You say to her, your volume low so as to not get any attention from anyone outside of this conversation, but your mother’s gasp might have gotten some looks right after, again.

“Apologize!” Your mother says to you, “You cannot speak to her this way, she’s your friend’s—”

“No,” Kristy says, only making your mother’s frown deepen. “Actually, you might not even know but we haven’t been friends for quite a few weeks, isn’t that right?” She smiles at you.

“What?” Your father asks, shocked to know that the once inseparable childhood best friends are no more.

“Tell them.” She tells you, making your eyes water, from anger, embarrassment, or complete horror that this is finally happening, but you fight the tears. “They deserve to know.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to hold in your need to gasp for a sob that you are holding in.

“Could either of you two just tell us what is going on, already?” Your father asks, leaning his hand on your back to try and offer you comfort, but his touch only repulses you, given what you are being forced to say.

Your panic rises as you’re unable to scream hysterically at the women in front of you to just disappear and mind their own business due to how many people surround you. How many of your parents’ friends and coworkers surround you, and how you would just embarrass them if you even dared to say half of what this woman and her daughter deserve to hear.

“Maybe we should go home,” You tell your dad, “I’m not feeling good.”

Your mother can’t even help but look at the two women in front of you sideways. She has known the women for years and has never seen them behave the way that they are behaving. But, again, she also has known you since you were born. You’re half of her. And she hasn’t seen you talk or act the way you are, right now.

“What is it that she’s talking about, honey?” Your mother pulls at you, worried but frightened too with what could be about to come out of your mouth.

“Let’s just go.” You tell your mom, feeling your entire burn in horror. They will know everything after today. There is no other way around it. “I'll tell you at home, please.”

Kristy's mother speaks again. “Just say it.”

She opens her mouth, but you make sure to speak over her, “You don’t know nothing about me or my life, you have no right—”

“Just like I don’t know your boyfriend, right?” She asks, and everything around you goes silent, “There... See? Not so hard.”

“Wha-what? What do you mean by that?” Your mom says, taking a step closer to her, hoping that she had misheard her.

Natasha does a short smile at your mother, and your father, having not been present during the past conversation, simply brushes his hand up and down on your back. He still does not understand a single thing of what they are saying, but he is worried about you.

No one says another word, and Natasha and her daughter walk out of the conversation. You recoil from your father’s touch and take a step back from both of your parents. Your breathing is beginning to sound strange to you, and your skin feels too hot to the touch even though chills run down your body. Your heart is breaking and being ripped out at the same time, and the world has begun to lose its center of gravity because it is suddenly too hard to stand.

Your mother continues to stand a step away from you, not moving, thinking to herself about how she and her own mind can be wrong. How this is not her reality, and how when she turns to face you, she will find you and Kristy, still as best friends, laughing at her face for being so dumb to even believe all of this. But she doesn’t. She turns, and she finds you pulling away from your father and walking away, ready to get out of the building.

She stands there, watching you walk out of the room, and notices that Kristy is following right behind. She can’t move or speak for a few seconds. Her husband stands beside her, asking her what the hell is going on, and in the corner of her eye, she sees him. She turns her head to him and watches him, with his blue suit just like her daughter’s dress and hair cut short. He has a charming smile on his face as he speaks to a group of men with his father on his side. He is acting unbothered and calm like he always does in these events.

As her heart continues to pound, her husband follows her eyes and stares confusingly at Rafe Cameron, trying to decipher what could be going on, but to no avail.

You forcefully clean your tears with your shaking hands and walk quickly down the hall towards the door to the outside. Right next to the door, you notice three people talking, but before you can even get close to them, a voice stops you.

“I didn’t mean for this to be like this,” Kristy says to you, and your blood boils at the sound of her voice,

“Oh, fuck you.” You exhale out the words at her, knowing the people in the room of the event won’t hear a thing, turning to face her. “You and your mother knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I didn’t want it to be today.” She shakes her head, not exactly sure what she should say to you first, “I just thought that your parents deserved the truth.”

“Oh my god, Kristy, shut up! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP with your 'could do no evil' attitude!! No one asked you for anything! I was going to tell my parents when it was safe for me to do so.” You try to hold in your tears, even when you know you have every right to cry, “You bitch, I probably don’t even have a house to live in right now, and all you care about is how you could justify your own stupid actions? Fuck you!” You try to turn to walk away again.

“I—” She tries to walk with you.

“No! Stop!” You tell her, holding out your hand, “You have said and done enough today, Kristy. I do not want to ever see you again. I will never forgive you for anything that you and your mother have done today.” You can’t even hold yourself back from both continuing and letting out some tears, “I am an adult, I have been an adult this entire time. I choose my own relationships, and you have nothing to do with it.”

“You know that is not why I don’t approve…”

“Exactly! Because I don’t need you to approve, Kristy. You are not my mother and you sure as hell aren’t my friend anymore. Your approval means absolutely nothing to me, right now. Maybe before you fucked up, absolutely, that is why I didn’t say anything before, but now?” You run your hands through your hair in frustration as you snicker at your own words, “And you called me a slut, for Christ’s sake. In front of my own fucking mother.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t give a shit, Kristy!” You wave your arms in the air for emphasis, “I do not give a single shit about what you meant or even still want to mean. You have officially and royally fucked me for life, and you think you have the right to run after me?” You ask as you angrily wipe away your tears.

Kristy bites down her tongue and looks at you, “I just don’t understand how you think that what I did was so wrong. I get it, I should’ve let you have the conversation with your parents at your own time, but also look at my side. Why did you hide him? If he is so great, as you say, why did you hide him from us? From me?” She pauses, “We were best friends. I only wanted what was best for you. Of course, I wouldn’t like to hear that you were with him, but I would’ve still preferred to have you tell me the truth.” You turn your back to her and start walking again, “That is why I will never understand this relationship.”

“Do you really want to know, Kristy?” You say out loud, turning to face her again, noticing how she hasn’t moved closer, “Because it was fun. In the beginning, all of this was for fun. I had fun with him. I felt like I could do whatever the hell I wanted with my life without anyone judging me or thinking less of me. And it was a secret because it was all there was to it: fun! And, after everything, he was nice to me, and he was gentle with me.” You take a breath, “And since that moment on, I gave him more of me and, even when he royally fucked up too, he made sure to make up for it and stay by me.”

Kristy opens her mouth to twist your words, but you don’t let her.

“And before you even say. I do not give a shit if he drinks or if he fights, or if he does fucking coke every single day in his life, you know why? Because at the end of the day, he will come back to me and love me, and let me love him like he deserves to be loved.” You sniffle, “Rafe has not mistreated me a day in his life. He takes care of me, and he loves me, and that is all I could ever ask of him… And the fact that you couldn’t even try and get to know him- It really shows who I must choose to include in my life from now on.”

You take a breath and hear the door to the event open again, so you decide to end the conversation.

“Goodbye, Kristy.”

You turn again and walk over to the front door. When you walk closer, you notice that the three people who used to stand by the door have stopped talking, pretty sure right after you started screaming. You almost apologize as you walk past them, but you notice that one of them is Rose. You almost freeze once you realize that now she too knew of your relationship with Rafe, but your body is too locked into the idea of getting the hell out of there, so you simply look away and walk right off into the cold night’s breeze.

What the fuck are you going to do now?

I finally did it! I honestly believe that this was the hardest chapter to edit. Everything just felt so cartoonishly evil, I hated it and had to basically rewrite it. I was so stressed, I really wanted it to be good. Hopefully, it was worth the wait!!

If you're wondering where I've been or if I'm okay, I'm more than okay. I'm just really busy with uni since my professors seem to hate me, and I had no inspiration for the entirety of my summer vacation. So, now, when my life is at the peak of stress, I decided to post this (just to add more stress, but anyway).

I really hope you enjoyed this! I am so sorry that it took me this long <3

[dearestmillls]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ introducing tutor!reader & frat!rafe ɞ˚‧｡⋆

ೀ⋆FRAT!RAFE who was obsessed with tutor!reader the moment he laid eyes on her years ago. at the time she was the pretty trophy girlfriend that belonged to the president of his fraternity. she is completely off limits to everyone, though especially to the brothers. rafe has no absence of girls who would throw themselves at him, but when rafe wasn’t permitted something (or someone) that only made him want it more.

ೀ⋆TUTOR!READER who is asked by her boyfriend to tutor rafe cameron, his cocky, unfiltered, fraternity brother. at first rafe half-asses everything, instead of spending his time learning business like she was trying to teach him, he would flirt with her saying things like ‘you’re too sweet to be teaching me and not using that pretty mouth for a better use’ the comments made a pretty blush rise on her cheeks but she was still loyal to her boyfriend, rolling her eyes or completely ignoring it altogether. she doesn’t realise just how tempting she looks, biting on her lip twirling a own between her delicate fingers. torture.

ೀ⋆TUTOR!READER‘s boyfriend who makes the decision to break up with her, not wanting to go long distance as he started his career in the nfl. now she’s entering junior year single for the first time in her college career and she goes off the rails. she starts going out with a purpose to get absolutely fucked in every way. she no longer has the innocent protected reputation that her ex tried to maintain, she has gone wild. she starts collecting the sigma chi roh house boys like infinity stones. he saw her every night, crawling into his brothers’ laps like she used to do with her boyfriend and every night rafe wanted to wreck someone for it.

ೀ⋆FRAT!RAFE who was faced with the ultimate challenge; trying not to bend his tutor over the desk every session. it only enhanced when she started showing up in short skirts, lips glossy, looking at him like she knew exactly what she did to him. crossing her legs so her hem would rise, exaggeratedly stretching and dropping her pen murmuring a soft ‘oops’ with a giggle and then shoving her round ass in his face when she picked it up.

ೀ⋆TUTOR!READER who shows up late one night, dress barely there and smelling like another guy’s shit cologne. that’s when he lost it. he shoved the books off the table and caged her against the desk as he muttered, ‘you havin’ fun princess’. she didn’t shrink back, she only smiled sweetly, nodding. and that’s when rafe realised—she’s just as fucked up as he is.

🫧tilly speaks: i am so excited to start writing this!!!

[fee224]

Good thing you have me I can teach you

Rafe Cameron x tutor reader

MASTERLIST

Wrote from a innocent perspective on purpose

Rafe was counting his lucky stars the day his dad walked into his bedroom telling him he got him a tutor. Knowing there was only one girl in the school who needed the extra cred for all the colleges she yapped about when they sat in partners in science, while he would listen intently.

The knock came at three pm on a sunny Saturday. He answered the door with a welcoming smile as he stood aside to let you in.

“Ah we can go up to my room, if that’s cool?” He was rubbing the back of his neck and you couldn’t help but find it cute. You had found it cute since the start of the school year a few months ago when you were first partnered together in biology. You had found a lot of things cute.

“Yeah that’s cool” you giggle following him up, it sounded more normal when he spoke like that, the stairs with your stack of books you were holding divided, you now only holding a third of what you were before when he took ‘half’.

His house was so big. You counted thirteen doors before he opened his bedroom door. His bedroom was mostly what you were expecting, navy and dark yet neat and airy. You dumped your books onto the bed and following them with a plop.

He joined you on the bed and only now you let your eyes wonder to his clothes. A stripy blue and white button up that reminded you of the beach and white cargo pants. You were purposely wearing a white day dress and your lips quirk quietly at the fact you were accidentally matching.

“We can start with languages or biology, whatever you want, I know you’re good with numbers so you can eh decide” you smile. The energy is awkward but not the type you want to run away from, in fact you’d be intent staying here for a very long time, cross legged opposite rafe.

“Yeah let’s start with bio” he smiles, reaching behind on his desk for his copy book and pens. You seen a soft side to him and that caused a lot of issues. Your brushing off of genuine concern coming from your friends. But you really couldn’t see anything wrong with this version of the boy in front of you.

After a forty three percent in his last test you giggled pointing at it so he knew what you were referencing to “you need a lot of work Cameron, good thing you have me, I can teach you” you beamed. He just chuckled his cheeks tinting slightly.

“Yeah? You gonna school me?” His eyebrows raised.

“Oh definitely, I school everyone” you make an eesh face when you realise your bragging which unfortunately has become nature.

“Don’t worry, I reckon I could teach you a thing or two too” he smirked writing notes into his book.

“You could?” You giggle and he shakes his head at your innocence. You shrug after he doesn’t respond, chalking it down to, he can’t teach you anything. You smile back into your book.

You sit in mostly comfortable silence, it being broken every few minutes for him to ask a question but had eventually ended up with him lying dramatically on his bed as you try to make up Flashcards.

“Rafe do you want me to go home?” You roll onto his bed beside him.

“No” he groans “my brain hurts” his complaining makes you giggle for the fiftieth time today.

“I hope you’ll be more concentrated next session” you have a glint in your eye that he doesn’t miss as you reach up and start closing your books abruptly.

“I’m concentrating on something more important” he smirks leaning up to help clean up all the papers and pens off his bed.

“What?” You scoff. “What’s more important”

My future wife.

“Your freckles, they’re tanned” he brushes a hair behind your ear and you freeze packing up your belongings. Your body flaring in heat.

“My freckles?” You scoff trying to cover up your physical reaction. Brushing hair behind your ear only to collide with the hand already threading through your hair. Your saliva gets lodged in your throat and now you are really blushing.

“Thirteen” he hums and your eyes widen in disbelief as you stack your books on top of each other frantically, your flight or fight reaction kicking in.

Your legs swing off the bed and into your mini Uggs beside the bed. Picking up your books ignoring his inappropriate behaviour.

“You’re leaving?” He sounds disappointed and you don’t bare to look up at his face you just nod quietly. “See you at school then?” He confirms.

Only then you look back, at his doorway “yeah at school, bye rafe” you smile and don’t wait for a response before rushing past all open and closed doors, down the million dollar chandelier and staircase and through his massive oak door.

- fee xxx

[rafesangelita]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ p!link

frat!rafe x tutor!reader

after a long day of lectures, both you and rafe were sexually frustrated from not being able to see each other since you last had phone sex the other night. “fuck, ‘just want to taste you so bad already.” he’d pin you down on your bed, wasting no time in putting his hand in your panties. you’d pull him in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue, desperate to feel him where you need him most. “please,” you whimpered, a gasp leaving your lips when he ran his middle and ring fingers between your folds. “fuck, you’re soaked for me already?” without warning, he’d insert his fingers, thrusting into you while his palm rubbed against your clit. “god, rafe!” you took hold of his wrist, your thighs closing around his hand while he mercilessly curled his digits, stroking that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars. rafe separated your legs, wearing a smile as he watched your eyes roll back, your breath stuttering as his touch became too much for you to handle. “don’t cum just yet, i need to feel this pretty pussy fluttering around my cock first.”

[simpforboys]

Rafe Cameron / Drew Starkey Masterlist

✿ - smut ☁︎ - angst ❦ - fluff

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

-- alternative universes

frat!perv!manipulator!rafe x topper’s dumb gf

older!dilf!husband!rafe x bimbo!mistress!reader

detective!rafe

-- oneshots

happier than ever ☁︎

happier than ever (2) ☁︎ ❦

stay quiet ✿

stay quiet (2) ❦ ✿ ☁︎

daddy’s money ☁︎ ❦

learn your place ❦

what you need ✿

always been you ✿ ☁︎ [strong content warning]

nobody leaves rafe cameron ✿☁︎

let me b-a-n-g baby ✿

-- blurbs/headcanons

sub!rafe accidentally making a deal ✿

rafe secretly needs you ❦

rafe has to break up with you ☁︎

rafe doesn’t love you ☁︎

dating canon!rafe ☁︎ ❦

perv!best friend!rafe when you sleep ✿

frat!rafe teaching his sweet tutor how to kiss ❦

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐲

surprise! -- series masterlist

my voice will haunt you ☁︎ ❦

sweetheart’s nite ❦

[starkeyisthelastname]

Lily’sMasterlist Part One✨🌺

Long awaited. Here you are my gorgeous angels! ☁️✨ Don’t worry, Dealer!Rafe and Stepbro!Rafe will have their own! 😘

Rafe Cameron

Rafe Fingers You With Those Thick Digits

Rafe Fucking Topper’s Girlfriend

Causal Dominance With Rafe

Secret Relationship with Sarah’s BFF

Rafe Fucks You Next To His Passed Out Girlfriend

Rafe Fucking Topper’s Girlfriend In Topper’s Bed

Rafe Talks Reader Through First Time

Rafe Cums In JJ’s Girlfriend

Being Loud To Show Off What’s His

Rafe Sees You Wearing JJ’s Hoodie

Rafe Cameron’s Maid

Rafe Takes Your Virginity

Fucking JJ’s On And Off Girlfriend At The Boneyard

Rafe Tells You What To Wear When You Dress Like A Slut

Rumored That Rafe Cameron Has A Big Dick

Rafe Gives You That Good Dick

You Get Jealous During Threesome

Needy+Ovulating

Birthday Sex

Aftercare With Rafe After Rough Sex

Virgin Reader Gives Rafe Head

Frat Boy!Rafe Has A Huge Dick

Frat Boy!Rafe Takes You Out On A Date

Frat Boy!Rafe Fucks Nerdy Reader

Rafe Eats Virgin Reader Out Roughly

Shower Sex With Rafey

Clingy Rafe

Rafe Comforts You When Your Friends Bail

Shy Reader Is Wild In Bed

Rough Drunk Sex

Rafe Constantly Fucking You Behind Sofia’s Back

Calling Rafe By Another Name As A Prank

Brat Fixing

Rafe Has Had Enough Of Your Drunk Shit

Rafe Ruins Virgin Reader

Riding Rafe While He Drives The Druthers

Missionary

You Walk In On Rafe Jerkin Off

Rafe Roughly Finger Fucks Virgin Reader

Backshots

First Time Anal

Throat Training With His Fingers

Virgin Reader Squirts

Sucking Rafe Off Under The Table

You Ask Rafe To Feel His Dick When It’s Soft

You Feel Him Soft Again

Rafe Gives You Dick To Calm You Down

Teaching You How To Ride Big Dick

Sexy Polaroids

Throat Fucking

Cockwarming with Rafey

Season 3 Rafe Is A Munch

Aftercare With Mean Rafe

Asking Rafe To Put A Bow On It

Choking Kink

Mean Rafe Eats Shy Virgin Reader Out

Mean Rafe Overstimulates You

Pussy Spanking

Sitting On His Face

Rafe And His Possessive Ass

Sarah Catches You Fucking Her Brother

Rafe Doesn’t Like It When You Slow Down

Titty Fucking

Rafe Eats Virgin Reader Out

Rafe Handles Everything For You

Rafe Fucks His Son’s Girlfriend

Fucking His Son’s Girlfriend Again

Rafe Fucking His Girlfriend’s Sister

Phone Sex With Rafe

Mean Rafe Fucks Sarah’s Virgin Friend

Rafe Loves To Keep Filling You Up

Rafe’s Doll Of A Girlfriend

Between Classes At Kook Academy

You Are Always Cock Drunk

Hot And Messy

Rafe Loves Your Tits When You Ride Him

Tutoring Rafe And He Can’t Concentrate

Plus Size Reader

Crybaby Reader

Best Friend’s Dad Rafe Breeds You

Midsummers

Rafe Puts You In A Headlock While Fucking You

Shower Sex+Size Kink

Hot Morning Sex With Rafe

Rafe Loves Booty 😜

Drewsph

Drew Gives You A Baby

You and Drew’s Relationship

Selfie Turned BlowJob

Dirty Hotel Sex

Pussy Eating

Barbados Fun

Paris Fun With Drew

Making Love To Drew In Paris

Quick Morning Sesh

Fluffy Moments With Drew

Drew Worships You

Disney With Drew

[98shawns]

some protector. (r. c.)

As the Golden Child of The Cut, you left the Outer Banks years ago in search of a better life. Now that you’ve been called on to return, the ghosts of your past remind you why you had to leave, but also why you need to stay.

good girl/pogue!reader x rafe cameron

chapter one

words: 3241

warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, mentions of drug use, mentions of violence, aged up characters, canon divergence, not beta-read, no use of y/n, maybe too much reader backstory but whatever!

a/n: not me reviving my fuckass fanfiction blog because i’m infatuated with drew starkey… idky i love men who look like they’d call me slurs. i wrote this like a madwoman even though i have a bunch of essays due. whatever! i hope y’all enjoy <333

o1: the little pogue girl that could

Rafe Cameron seems to be someone who does not regret.

At least, that’s what you’d always thought. How could he? Someone who grows up with the world at his fingertips doesn’t have room in his heart for regret. Rafe Cameron was always someone who fought for what he wanted with full force, while always coming out the other side victorious. Rafe got mostly everything he wanted; when you grow up achieving everything you desire, how could there be a chance to feel regret for what you don’t have?

Rafe Cameron gets what he wants, just like any other rich brat from Figure Eight. There’s nothing he needs to feel regretful for, yet the face he makes when he sees you for the first time in three years may say otherwise.

But who knows? It’s not your problem as you catch a glimpse of Rafe staring at you on your father’s fishing boat from the harbour. Why he was even down here this early and not asleep in his ginormous mansion is beyond you. Why should you care? When you left the Outer Banks to go to university, Rafe Cameron made it clear that you’d always be a pathetic little Pogue no matter where you stepped foot. You shouldn’t care that seeing the regret on his face all these years later makes your stomach churn.

“Hey, isn’t that Rafe?” Your younger brother Leon’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and your head whips back to the helm where he’d been perched. He quirked an eyebrow at your scowl as you looked back into the water. “I thought you guys were close…”

You rolled your eyes, “Nope. I haven’t spoken to him since I left.”

“Oh… I thought when you used to tutor Sarah—”

“We barely spoke.”

“But back then Sarah always said—”

“Drop it.”

Knowing better than to press the issue any further, Leon drove your father’s small fishing boat in silence until he reached your fishing spot. He eventually changes the subject to talk about how business had been steady since you’ve been away; how his friends from school still visit him since he graduated to work on the boat, how the sea had somehow seemed more unruly since your father had his accident. So much has changed since you left.

You barely notice. Everything your kid brother says goes in one ear and out the other as your mind replays Rafe’s expression over and over again.

You try not to dwell on it for long. Getting back into the groove of the boat took a stronger priority than your unresolved feelings for Rafe Cameron. You pushed down the memories you pretended didn’t exist in favour of listening to your brother’s instructions on casting the net.

Things were simpler here on the boat. Your family came from a long line of fishermen, so you grew up with the principle that the sea was something that had all the answers. You yourself never had that calling; unlike your mother and middle brother who were people of the sea, you found solace in your studies. Unlike your mother and brother, you found the answers to your problems in the prospect of leaving The Cut; of leaving a life of hard labour behind in favour of a cushy desk job in some big city.

Everyone in your family knew you’d be the first to leave. No one was more eager to send you off than your equally bookish fisherman of a father. He enrolled you into Kook Academy where he knew you’d graduate at the top of your class, despite your Pogue background. You’re destined for much more than what this island has to offer, is what he’d always said. His words rang in your mind back then when you accepted the full ride scholarship to go to university away from the Outer Banks, and they rang in your mind again as you came straight back after graduating to help on the boat.

It was because of an accident at sea… an injury from the boat that even your usually diligent father couldn’t see coming; something that could’ve been much more fatal if he weren’t such a careful man. Ironically, it was the man who made you promise to never look back at the sea that had you come running to its clutches. He could barely look you in the eye when you told him you’d be taking his place while he recovered for a few months. Your brother couldn’t man the boat on his own; the vessel may be Leon’s responsibility to inherit as the eldest son, but it was your responsibility as the eldest child overall to take care of your family.

You returned without question, and realized while you helped your brother haul fish from the sea, that despite all the work you did to get away from the water, being near its vastness made all your worries smaller in comparison. Maybe these were the answers you’d been looking for. Beyond your father, you looked at the sea and thought about your traditional mother who was less enthusiastic than you’d expected at the reality of your return to Outer Banks. You thought about your youngest brother, Clem, a boy with his whole life ahead of him who was probably even smarter than you when you were his age. You thought about Leon, who handled the ancestral responsibility you dumped on him at an age when he was too young to think for himself.

And you thought about Rafe… a boy you remembered having the world weighing down on his shoulders. Someone who was the same as you despite being worlds away. Someone who was the only person that understood you despite being so different. Someone who you loved and hated at the same time, who you gave all your firsts to while swearing to never want to see again. Someone who could make you laugh and cry all at once.

“He’s trouble, y’know.” Your brother grunts, helping you pull up the net strewn onto the side of the boat. You two had been working away on the boat for a few hours and Leon has decided he’s run out of other things to talk about. You wonder if it’s because he can tell your mind keeps circling back to the blond man staring at you from the harbour. You pretend you didn’t hear him as silver scaled fish fall against your feet but he continues anyways, “Rafe Cameron has only gotten worse since you’ve been gone.”

“You say that as if that’s my fault.”

“What?” Leon, never one to be good with his words, frowns at your response. “That’s not… it’s because of his dad or something.”

That catches your attention, “Mr. Cameron has always been like that. He’s a lot harder on Rafe than he is on Sarah or Wheezie.”

You see Leon nodding slowly in the corner of your eye as he helps pick up the net to pour your catch into the last bucket. “Well you should see Rafe now. He’s a fucking reckless cokehead who picks fights anywhere he can. Blame Mr. Cameron all you want but Rafe is old enough to know better.”

Your silence is telling of what you think of it all. Of course you’ve heard what Rafe has been up to these last few years. Try to get away from Outer Banks all you want, but the grapevine is never lacking stories about what goes on in this godforsaken island. The violence, crime, and scandal that happens here wouldn't be believable to your sheltered university friends in the slightest. This island is cursed. You knew it better than anyone, and it’s one of the many reasons you left.

“You say all this shit about Rafe as if either of us know him well enough to care.” You mumbled as you picked up a mop to begin cleaning the boat’s floor, loud enough for Leon to give you an unreadable stare. You glared back at him, daring him to continue.

“I’m just saying,” he starts carefully. “remember you’re only back here for our family. For dad, who didn’t even want you stepping foot on the boat in the first place. Don’t get distracted and stay longer than you need to.”

You’re silent as Leon takes the mop from you to hand you a cloth instead.

“Nothing here is worth giving up the life you’ve made for yourself. You’re destined for much more than this island has to offer.”

—

You and Leon had just finished hauling your catch onto the back of your family’s pickup truck when he told you to start making deliveries. You quirked your brow as he tossed you the keys and a list of stops, “Are you sure you don’t want me to help clean up?”

“You look like you can barely stand.”

You shoot your younger brother a glare, but he shrugs when you don’t retaliate. He’d know better than anyone that your body wouldn’t be used to a full day of work on the boat.

“Just go. A lot of these guys will be happy to see your face again.”

“I hate it when you tell me what to do.”

“Then maybe you should’ve stayed and become captain instead.”

Leon’s smirk is barely there as he shoos you away, and you scoff as you climb into the driver’s seat of the truck. You start the engine and wonder when your kid brother, three years your junior, had grown up so much.

“That little shit… he’s not even captain yet. There’s no way in hell dad would let his nineteen year old kid be captain.” You mumble to yourself, steering the truck into your first stop of the evening.

Deliveries went smoothly— it’s not as if there were a lot of establishments a small fishing boat like yours could rely on. The places that bought your fish were restaurants and seafood stores your family had been in business with for generations. Just as Leon predicted, everyone was more than happy to see The Little Pogue Girl That Could back in The Cut.

“Just as long as you’re not staying here for good,” Heyward, one of your family’s longtime customers, eyes you as he pays. You smile in return and thank him before climbing back into your truck to drive to The Wreck, your last stop of the day.

“Delivery!” You call, ice box in hand as you open the back door of the restaurant with your foot. Faced with a busy kitchen, you call again until a familiar voice calls back.

“Sorry for the wait— oh my god!” Kiara gasps when she sees you and you stare back in surprise. You’d forgotten her family owned the restaurant in question.

“Kie!” You smile as you put the box of fish down to hug the younger girl, recognizing her more as one of Leon’s good friends than the rebellious girl you attended Kook Academy with. She hugged you back before pulling away, holding your shoulders to take you in.

“Holy shit— I’m sorry I just didn’t expect you. Leon told us about what happened with your dad but I had no idea you’d be back to help out too.”

You laugh, “I’m glad you’re keeping him in check even after you’ve all graduated.”

“Of course… oh god, your payment…” Kiara grinned as she fished into her apron to hand you the pay for your delivery. You thanked her, not doubting that memories of you helping her, Leon, and their other three friends out of sticky situations came flooding her mind. “Fuck, I owe you so many dinners here.” She says, as if she was reading your mind.

You laugh and shake your head, “I’ll take you up on that next time when I’m with Leon. He gave me an easy way out of cleaning the boat on my first day.”

“Your whole family is too soft on each other.” Kiara chuckles. “Actually, all of our friends are here for dinner, you’ll at least come say hi, won’t you?”

Already in a good mood at seeing the Carrera girl, you nodded in agreement. You remembered the other three boys Leon hung around: John B. the leader, JJ the rascal, and Pope the brain, as well as the student who would’ve achieved the same scholarship you did to leave the island. You weren’t close to any of them but they did seem to appreciate you as their friend’s older sister who doesn’t ask too many questions about what mischief they’d been up to. The appreciation is mutual as you think about Leon’s otherwise strict childhood being offset by his ragtag group of fellow Pogue friends.

Kiara leads you from the kitchen to the restaurant’s dining area, where you’re met with one more familiar face than you were expecting.

Sarah Cameron, the quirky Kook girl you used to tutor, sat beside John B., casually sipping on her cup of pop before her mouth gaped open at the sight of you.

“No way—”

“Sarah?”

The blonde squealed as she jumped out of your seat to launch her body at you, as if she’d been waiting for you like you were a soldier returning from war. You laugh at her reaction and hug her back, surprised at her presence with Leon’s old school friends.

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed, breaking the embrace to look at you. “I haven’t seen you in years!”

“I know. You’ve grown up so much, Sarah.” You grin and look back at John B., JJ, and Pope. “You all have.”

The three boys turned men smile at you before Sarah steals back your attention, “Ugh your brother should’ve told us you were coming, were you helping on the boat?”

“Yep, I just made a delivery for Kie’s family.”

“Of course,” she started, biting her lip as she took you in. “Did you see Rafe at the harbour?”

The mention of Sarah’s older brother makes you stiffen, and her smile falters a bit before she continues. “He was down there this morning to take care of some business for our dad…”

“I don’t know.” You responded flatly, pretending that his face at the harbour wasn’t flashing in your mind at the very mention of his name. Sarah nods slowly, noting that you weren’t quite denying what she was asking.

“He and I still aren’t that close but he’s been having a hard time these days… you two used to get along so well; I’m sure he’d be so happy to see you—”

“I was wondering why Leon was mentioning you so casually earlier. I didn’t know you all hung out.” Sarah’s lips pressed together at the way you changed the subject. You smile at her sheepishly and run your hands up and down her arms, “Pogue life suits you, Sarah Cameron.”

Kiara calling your name from the kitchen gave you the distraction you needed. Your attention turned to the brunette, who handed you a to-go bag with The Wreck’s logo printed on the front.

“For you and Leon. You’re both probably hungry enough for two portions of dinner.”

“Thank you, Kie.” You smile, ignoring Sarah’s worried expression.

—

After not even twenty four hours after you stepped on this island, Rafe Cameron was haunting your thoughts. You thought about him on the car ride back to the boat, you thought about him as you ate the food Kiara packed for you and Leon on the drive back home, and you thought about him some more as you ate your second helping of dinner at home.

You tried to keep up with your mom’s questions about your day on the boat, “Yes it was as hard as I remember.” “No, Leon and I didn’t fight.” “No, I am not moving back to the Outer Banks.” Your dad grunts disapprovingly at the question while your mom rolls her eyes, but it was all in good fun. You barely pay any mind as the conversation shifts to Clem’s day at school, and your thoughts wander back to Rafe.

How hard of a time was he having? Ward Cameron was not a man to take lightly, and there was no doubt that he was the cause of Rafe’s suffering. Rafe… a pitiful Kook who was much more sensitive than he’d like to admit. Rafe with the world stacked up on his shoulders, Rafe who would make you hug his body and kiss his temple to keep his worries away. Rafe, a man so vulnerable that his guard was up even to you, the only other person he knew who truly understood him.

Dinner ends as quick as it begins, and your mom tells you to wash the day off in the shower. Dad discusses business with Leon, who reminds you to set your alarm for another early day tomorrow. Your baby brother Clem starts the dishes. Life is simple back at the Outer Banks, yet your feelings about it remain complicated.

You wash the smell of sweat and salt from your body, the warm water soothes your soreness. Rafe still swims in your mind; everyone on this island looked at you like you were the answer to all their problems, but you knew your return wasn’t going to fix anything. Your presence wasn’t going to fix your dad’s broken body, it wasn’t going to make the sea any less unruly, and it definitely was not going to help Rafe Cameron out of his troubled lifestyle.

You get dressed into your pyjamas after you finish showering and enter your time capsule of a room. Stupid posters from magazines that you and your friends at Kook Academy liked littered your walls, and knick knacks your mom bought you were strewn throughout the room as small presents to remind you that you were her only daughter and that she wasn’t just some strict, domineering presence in your life.

Everything you’d gotten from three years of being with Rafe was thrown out in a fit of rage when you two had fallen out, all except for one gift: a necklace he’d bought you for your one year anniversary.

The piece of jewelry hung on your bedside lamp, and you toyed with it as you wondered what exactly your relationship with Rafe was back then for him to buy you something that you’d like so much. Looking back, a chain with a singular Pearl strewn on it is barely enough to count as a thoughtful gift, but you still wore it every day while you were with Rafe. He knew you’d love it, something simple and inconspicuous while still showing that he cared… a Pearl, which reminded you of the sea your family devoted their lives to, and a Pearl that represented Rafe’s loyalty and love towards you, despite the mutual ambiguity towards your relationship.

You sigh as you realize that if you really didn’t care about Rafe like you said you did, you would’ve thrown this necklace away years ago. How could you forget about a boy who you gave all your firsts to? The boy who felt more abandoned by your absence than your own family?

You study the necklace some more, but the sound of a tapping at your window makes you jump up in surprise.

In a sight familiar and unfamiliar all at once, you turn to your window to see Rafe Cameron staring at you from behind the glass, his expression filled with the same look of regret as when you saw him on the harbour.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

College Rafe AU where he plays football and they win the big game. because we all saw THE GIF from ‘The other Zoey’ and needed a football au

Was I listening to The Alchemy when I wrote this? Absolutely. My only football knowledge comes from watching Taylor at the games and the smallest from TV shows...so don't take it too seriously. I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: possible inaccurate football stuff and Taylor references

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The February wind blew as you sat in the stands and watched the team finish practice. You usually were tutoring at this hour, but the person canceled at the last minute, leaving you with an hour to spare before your work shift. You hated when people made you waste your time. Going to your dorm would be pointless since your job was on campus, so you went on the football field to surprise Rafe.  

He ran across the field with the football, sweat dampening the collar of his gray tee shirt. You couldn’t help but worry about him getting cold. This Friday was the big championship game and, as the star player, Rafe couldn’t afford to get sick. No offense to the other players, but the team would lose without him.

Coach called the boys over and you watched Rafe taking off his helmet and wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt, flashing his abs. The few girls sitting lower in the stands were wetting their panties at the sight, dreaming impossible things. These abs were only yours to touch. 

Minutes passed, and then Coach blew his final whistle, calling the end of practice. You went down the stands and called out Rafe’s name, tearing his attention from his teammate’s. When his eyes found you, he changed direction and told his teammate he’d catch up with them later. 

‘’Shouldn’t you be tutoring that swim team jerk?’’ 

You tried to not look too annoyed as you explained the situation. ‘’He canceled on me two minutes before the lesson...’’ 

Rafe closed the last steps to you and pulled you in a loose hug, knowing you didn’t like it when he was hugging you with his sweaty body. You didn’t mind the sweat, it was the smell that lingered on your clothes that you didn’t like. One time, your co-worker asked why you smelled like a football locker room after a game… You’ve never been more embarrassed.

‘’I hope you’re charging him for the lesson. He made you waste your time waiting for him.’’ 

You wished you could do that, but that’s not how it worked. 

‘’How was practice?’’ you asked, changing the subject. ‘’You ready for Friday?’’ 

‘’Coach doubled our pre-practice run because Robbe showed up hungover.’’ Rafe groaned, his legs sore from the extra running. 

You drew your eyebrows together. ‘’It’s only Wednesday…’’ 

‘’Exactly. It’s the second time he shows up hungover this month. He better clean his act up before Friday or else Coach is gonna bench him. Just because his father gives big money to the school doesn’t mean he can do shit like that.’’ 

‘’Fucking entitled rich kids.’’

You scoffed. ‘’Sure, Mr. My-Father-Is-Ward-Cameron-And-Owns-An-Estate-Company.’’ 

Rafe rolled his eyes. ‘’Alright, alright.’’ A brisk of wind blew and he scrunched his nose, his cheeks red from the weather. You reached to touch it, and he leaned into the warmth of your palm. ‘’Mmh, that feels nice. Do you want to get pizza and watch a movies?’’ 

‘’Tempting offer, but I have to get going soon. I have work in twenty minutes.’’ 

You pouted and Rafe pulled you closer. 

‘’Fuck work, stay with me.’’ 

A laugh left your lips. ‘’I can’t do that. I’ll get fired.’’ 

On Friday, you met Rafe’s family in the stands. You had met Ward, Rose and Wheezie before, but never Sarah. She was graduating high school this year and hadn’t been able to make it to any of Rafe’s games. It was nice to finally meet her. 

‘’Ah, so you’re the lucky charm,’’ Sarah said, flashing you a smile. ‘’I’ve heard the team is on a winning streak since you and Rafe got together.’’ 

The lucky charm was a joke Rafe’s teammates made after noticing the team had been winning every time you attended. You thought it was only running around school, but apparently Sarah had heard about it. 

The game was close to begin — seven minutes left before kickoff. From high up in the stands, you watched Rafe bouncing on his feet on the sideline, the stress of the game turned into bursts of energy. Damn, did his ass look good in his tight pants. Beside him, Topper was talking to the coach and pointing at something on the field. Perhaps a tactic idea?

You jumped up when the scoreboard came to light and cheered loudly as both teams were welcomed on the field. The ambiance was unlike any of his past games. Players took their positions, adrenaline coursing through their veins and waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. 

As the game unfolded, your focus was on Rafe. He was running across the field, trying to catch the pass Topper made. He caught it, his fingers closing around it securely, but a beefy guy from the other team came from behind, driving him to the ground with a thunderous tackle. 

You winced at the sight. You hated the contact part of football. 

Soon enough, the second period was ending and the half-time began, the score 17-14 in favor of Rafe's team. Sarah and Rose went to the bathroom while Ward went to get drinks and a snack for Wheezie. 

‘’Do you think they’re going to win?’’ she asked, scooting closer to you. 

She had taken a quick liking to you, the girl who had taken her big brother’s heart. 

You took a sip of your drink. ‘’I don’t know. I hope so. Rafe worked hard this season.’’  

Wheezie nodded. ‘’Rafe knows how to play the game and he knows how to win. I’m confident we’ll win this one.’’ 

The third period had barely started when Rafe crossed the field, carrying the ball. He was running so fast and ducking the other players without losing his speed. You held your breath, sitting on the edge of your seat. As expected, someone from the opposing team went to intercept him, but Kelce saw him coming and tackled him, allowing Rafe to score another touchdown. 

‘’Touchdown, Rafe Cameron!’’ The speakers echoed around the field, causing most of the spectators to stand and yell simultaneously. 

You jumped in excitement, a proud smile lighting up your face. ‘’Yes, baby!’’ 

Later in the game, with only thirteen seconds left on the board in the fourth period, the teams were tied. 

A score of 21-21 flashed on the scoreboard. There wasn't much time left, but you’ve seen Rafe score in eight seconds.  

‘’Come on, Rafe, you can do it,’’ you said, although he couldn’t hear you. 

Beside you, Sarah was holding Wheezie’s hand, stressed. 

The referee blew his whistle, signaling the resumption of the game. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as Rafe dashed across the field, evading defenders with lightning speed. With just three seconds left on the clock, he made a spectacular leap, soaring over the goal line to score the winning touchdown.

The crowd in the stands went wild. Rafe's teammates rushed towards him in a jubilant huddle, their cheers drowning out the roar of the crowd. In their excitement, they lifted him high above their heads, his helmet coming off in the process.

Wheezie jumped, loudly cheering for her brother. ‘’I told you he would win!’’ 

You took your jacket and headed down the stairs, Rafe’s family following behind as the game reporter declared the grand champions, his voice booming over the stadium speakers. 

A lot of people had the same idea, which caused the large field to get crowded quickly. It was difficult to see over the taller heads, but your lips curled into a grin when you saw him standing at the center of it all, with his coach and teammates around him, looking both exhausted and exhilarated. His hair was tousled, his face flushed from the exertion of the game, but there was a radiant smile on his lips as he basked in the glory of victory.

You called out his name and his eyes searched around the field, high on adrenaline. Once he saw you, he broke away from the ecstatic mob of his teammates and sprinted towards you, his eyes shining with excitement. Without a moment's hesitation, Rafe enveloped you in a tight embrace, lifting you off your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling and ignoring the sweat that was transferring to your clothes. 

‘’You did it! It was unbelievable,’’ you said, your voice filled with emotions. ‘’You’re the best, baby. The absolute best.’’

—

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Tides of Forbidden Love - RAFE CAMERON

Chapter 1: Summer Beginnings

The salty breeze tousled your hair as you stood on the porch of the Cameron estate, gazing out over the shimmering waters of the Outer Banks. It was early summer, and as the tutor for Wheezie and Sarah Cameron, your days were spent in the tranquil routine of academics and ocean breezes.

Wheezie, the youngest Cameron sibling, was a bright and curious child, eager to learn despite her occasional bouts of mischief. Sarah, a few years older than Wheezie and your best friend since childhood, was your confidante and partner in crime, her laughter echoing through the halls of the Cameron mansion.

Life was idyllic, until Rafe Cameron returned home from college for the summer. His presence was magnetic, his charm and confidence a stark contrast to the quiet simplicity of your days. Rafe had a girlfriend, Sofia, whose beauty and poise made her the envy of every girl in the Outer Banks.

Yet, beneath Rafe's polished exterior lay a restless spirit, a rebellious streak that drew you in despite your best intentions. As you tutored Wheezie and spent time with Sarah, you couldn't deny the undercurrent of attraction that simmered between you and Rafe—a forbidden flame that threatened to consume everything in its path.

One afternoon, as you sat with Wheezie at the dining table, helping her with her math homework, Rafe appeared in the doorway. His gaze lingered on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he turned his attention to Wheezie.

"Hey, squirt," Rafe greeted his sister with a crooked grin. "How's your tutor treating you?"

Wheezie giggled, showing him the page of equations she had been working on. "Y/N says math is fun," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

Rafe chuckled, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he ruffled Wheezie's hair. "That's great, Wheezie. Keep up the good work."

As he turned to leave, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze burning into your back—a gaze that left you both exhilarated and unnerved.

Chapter 2: Forbidden Meetings

Days turned into weeks, and the tension between you and Rafe only intensified. Sofia, his girlfriend, seemed oblivious to the magnetic pull that drew Rafe to you whenever you were in the same room. Meanwhile, Sarah remained your steadfast companion, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the turbulent emotions swirling within you.

One evening, after tutoring sessions had ended and Sarah had retired to her room, you found yourself alone in the library with Rafe. It was a rare moment of quietude, the shelves of books casting long shadows in the dim lamplight.

"I didn't expect to find you here," Rafe's voice broke the silence, his tone tinged with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper.

You looked up from the book you had been pretending to read, meeting his gaze head-on. "I like the quiet," you replied evenly, though your heart pounded in your chest.

Rafe took a step closer, the air crackling with an unspoken tension. "Y/N, there's something between us," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

You swallowed hard, torn between the desire to lean into his touch and the loyalty you owed to Sarah and Wheezie. "Rafe, we can't," you protested weakly, your voice betraying the longing that pulsed through your veins.

He closed the distance between you in an instant, his hand cupping your cheek as he searched your eyes for any sign of resistance. "I know," he admitted, his breath warm against your lips. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

In that moment, the world narrowed down to the sensation of Rafe's lips on yours—a stolen moment that ignited a fire neither of you could extinguish. The forbidden nature of your relationship only fueled the intensity of your passion, each stolen kiss a testament to the dangerous game you were playing.

Chapter 3: Jealous Flames

As the days passed, you and Rafe continued to meet in secret, your clandestine meetings a fragile escape from the realities of your intertwined lives. Sofia, unaware of her boyfriend's indiscretions, remained the picture-perfect girlfriend, her presence a constant reminder of the line you dared not cross.

One afternoon, as you and Sarah lounged by the pool at the Cameron estate, laughter echoing through the warm summer air, Rafe appeared with Sofia in tow. His arm around her shoulders, he greeted you both with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," Rafe's voice was casual, but there was a flicker of something possessive in his gaze as he looked at you.

"Hey, Rafe," you replied, forcing a smile as you glanced at Sofia, who smiled warmly back at you.

Sarah, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow as she observed the interaction. "Rafe, Sofia, join us," she offered, patting the space on the lounge chair next to her.

Sofia settled in next to Sarah, chatting animatedly about her plans for the upcoming beach party. Meanwhile, Rafe remained standing, his gaze locked on you with a intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You coming to the party, Y/N?" Rafe asked casually, though his tone suggested something deeper beneath the surface.

You nodded, your voice catching in your throat. "Yeah, I'll be there."

As Rafe excused himself to fetch drinks from the poolside bar, Sarah leaned in close, her voice low with concern. "Y/N, are you okay?" she whispered, her eyes searching yours for answers.

You forced a smile, a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach. "I'm fine, Sarah. Just tired."

But Sarah wasn't convinced, her brow furrowing with worry as she watched Rafe return with drinks for everyone. The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of laughter and shared memories, but beneath the surface, the tension simmered like a storm on the horizon.

Chapter 4: Confronting Truths

As the summer wore on, the weight of your secret became harder to bear. Topper and Kelce noticed the subtle changes in your behavior—the moments of distraction, the hesitation in your smiles. Sarah, your closest friend, sensed the turmoil brewing beneath the surface, her concern growing with each passing day.

One evening, after a tutoring session with Wheezie had ended and Sarah had retired to her room, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the garden behind the Cameron estate. The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the air, a fragile veil over the intensity of your emotions.

"We can't keep doing this, Rafe," you murmured, your voice tinged with regret as you turned to face him.

Rafe's expression was unreadable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "I know," he admitted quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "But being with you…it feels right."

You shook your head, the weight of guilt settling like a stone in your chest. "It's not right, Rafe. Sofia…"

Rafe took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Sofia doesn't understand me like you do," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's not…you."

His words hung between you, the truth of them a bitter reminder of the forbidden nature of your relationship. You wanted to pull away, to retreat to the safety of your friendship with Sarah and the innocence of your bond with Wheezie. But Rafe's touch was intoxicating, his presence a magnetic force that drew you in despite your better judgment.

Before you could protest, his lips were on yours, a desperate plea for understanding and absolution. The kiss was a blend of longing and regret, a silent confession of the feelings you had both tried to ignore.

Chapter 5: Tides of Change

As the summer drew to a close, the Outer Banks bore witness to the ebb and flow of emotions—the highs and lows of forbidden love and the consequences of betrayal. Through tears and apologies, you and Rafe confronted the truth of your feelings, grappling with the guilt and remorse that weighed heavily on your hearts.

Sofia discovered the affair, her heartbroken gaze a painful reminder of the devastation wrought by your actions. Topper and Kelce stood by you, their loyalty unwavering even as they struggled to understand the complexities of your relationships.

In the quiet moments between waves crashing against the shore, you reflected on the lessons learned—the fragility of trust, the power of forgiveness, and the resilience of the human heart. The Outer Banks, once a backdrop for carefree summers and endless adventures, had become a crucible of growth and transformation.

And as you stood on the shore, watching the sun sink below the horizon, you knew that while some scars may never fully heal, the bonds forged in the crucible of adversity would endure. In the tides of change, you found strength in the enduring bonds of friendship and the promise of a future shaped by honesty, forgiveness, and the courage to love again.

[coryndoll]

not so bad

— in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

college!rafe cameron x reader au

warning(s): n/a. just a bitchy rafe whos generous n gets awkward as fuck when it comes to u

authors note: college!rafe is lowkey nicer to y/n since he can’t help his buried feelings !! but he’s still an ass. i wouldve casted drew as himself but drew is too sweet i cant even imagine him having like a female sworn enemy that he lowk has a crush on

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the door swings open, revealing rafe himself. he’s silent as soon as he sees you. “lock the door,” he says as he turns around and starts to head further inside, leaving you at the entrance.

“lock the door,” you mock-mumble under your breath as you enter, closing and locking the door behind you like you’re told. you look around, realizing you’ve never actually seen rafe’s dorm before. his friends’ dorms maybe, but never his.

his dorm is surprisingly clean, with only empty to fully filled water bottles scattered around, but very few. both sides of the room are displayed with posters on its walls, you can fell which bed is his and it’s made with its sheets tucked tightly in the crevices with two large pillows at the head of it.

you watch as he walks over to his desk and sits in the chair, opening up his laptop to the online textbook provided for the class.

he peers over his shoulder to glance at you, “can you fucking—i don’t know—sit down somewhere? the furniture isn’t coated in poison, you know.”

you fight the urge to make a remark, and you just sigh and let it go. “kay!” you say, and carefully making your way over to sit on the edge of his bed, placing your bag by your side. you catch his eye when you reply so eagerly without a problem, but you ignore this.

“where’s your roommate?” you ask him, looking around. “just wanna make sure when i need to expect someone- also, typically i charge for tutoring, and if crawford is making me tutor you then i’m charging you double. hundred-fifty an hour.”

rafe looks pissed, shaking his head and opening his mouth like he’s about to argue before closing it again. finally, he sighs, leaning against the wall by the kitchen. “my roommate’s just . . . out . . . today. he’s running errands. whatever, can we just get this over with? i’ll pay you after.”

you grin, feeling even satisified that rafe has to use his own cash to pay for however long this will take. “have a girl coming over tonight?” you guess from the way he’s rushing you. you reach into your bag for your ipad, “this wouldn’t be happening if you’d just pay attention in class, you know.”

“i know," rafe mutters, still annoyed but trying not to show it. "i just don't get how humanities could be important in the real world," he says, running a hand through his hair before resting the side of his head against his spread index finger and thumb, looking at you. “or my world, i mean.”

“still trying to do real estate?” you puzzle, pulling up the notes you took during class for him to look at. “it’s like your dad’s job, right? the cameron department thing.”

“cameron development,” he corrects you, hissing through his teeth.

“whatever. just surprised you’re not pursing sex work from all the girls i see you pull into bathrooms at parties,” you mutter out the end of your sentence under your breath, in a way not wanting to bring up that you’ve even noticed that before . . . again . . . and again . . .

“yeah?” he seems amused. “sex could sell more homes than fuckin’ humanities ever could.”

“sex?” you repeat with raised brows. “damn near prostitution versus political science, sociology, journalism, anthropology,” you name off as you lean left and right in your seat, pretending to think and weigh out your options. “yeah, maybe passing your humanities class can be a good thing! pull up your notes, please?”

“i did," rafe grumbles, gesturing to his laptop.

“i said notes, not the textbook. i wanna see what you’ve even written down while in class,” you say.

he’s silent as he opens up his documents, and he pulls up his most recent document filed under notes. he hands his laptop over to you as he leans back in his seat. you look over his text.

furrowing your eyebrows, you say, “okay, so you . . . you wrote the title of his lesson yesterday. that’s good. but under that you didn’t even write down any notes, you just have someone’s phone number. are you that predictable?”

he chews on his dog tag necklace and shrugs, taking his laptop back. “she was new. just wanted to make a friend,” he insists, closing out the tab.

you hum. you don’t really believe him but it isn’t like you care enough to argue over that. you hand him your ipad to show him your notes. “we’ll start at the beginning of the unit,” you tell him as he takes it.

rafe lets out a breath from his nose as he matches your energy from before, “‘kay!” he skims over your writing, gnawing on his pencil quietly.

you almost catch yourself smiling that he does this, but you refrain.

the lesson seems to be going better than you thought, though there are some pissed glances here and there from both sides. it takes two hours to go over the unit with examples and practices. you’re already exhausted.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the lesson ends. rafe slumps back in his chair, relieved to be done with the humanities assignments that you made him do for now. he looks up at you, barely casting a smile your way. “thanks for the help,” he mumbles, awkwardly meeting your gaze.

“thanks for the money,” you say, half-reminding him that he needs to hold up his end of the deal as you stand from your seat.

as he stands, he bumps into your ipad on his desk. it collides with his opened water bottle he’d been drinking out of the past hour or so and both of you know what’s about to happen. you blurt out a noise and try to dodge the water coming your way but fail, getting his water on your legs and even more pouring at your crocs that invite even more liquid in. you can just feel your socks absorbing it now.

rafe grimaces as he stares down at your wet legs, and the least he does is reaches down to grab the bottle and the cap that flew off the desk. he closes it up and sets it on his desk as you take off your shoes and socks, holding them with barely your fingers.

“i have uh . . . towels, paper towels,” he says, and you just nod immediately, accepting whatever to dry yourself off.

when he comes back, you grab the paper towels and shove your soggy socks into his chest which he takes out of instinct before exclaiming and dropping them on the floor. you can’t help but look back and glare at him before patting your legs dry, and then tossing the paper towel into the nearby trash can that sat at one of the ends of his desk.

you can see rafe shrug as he picks up your socks and hovers over his trash can too. “might as well,” he murmurs.

“wh— are you serious?” you try to catch the socks, but then again, he’s too far and you have no business carrying some wet ass socks back to your dorm. your hands fall to your sides as you sigh.

it’s like he’s visibly contemplating (or debating with himself) before he walks over to his dresser and rummages through a drawer, finally pulling out a pair of socks. “here,” he says, tossing them to you, which you almost fail to catch from the sudden surprise. “they’re clean. swear.”

you give him a doubtful look. “i didn’t need your socks. i have plenty in my own drawer, thanks,” you say, placing the pair on his desk to reject them, and he stares at you.

he shakes his head and turns around. “so difficult,” he murmurs under his breath, and he quickly cleans up his drawer before closing it.

he grabs his wallet from on top of the dresser too, pulling out the wad of cash. you can tell from the look on his face that he’s not only doing this to count his money properly but also to subtly flex right in front of you. you roll your eyes and look away.

he counts out his three-hundred before handing it to you, scrunching up his nose as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket. you stare at the money, then take it while giving him a glare.

you quickly count it but bless, there’s two hundred dollar bills and then five twenty’s. perfect.

“okay, good luck on your exam,” you say and grab your bag, heading for the door like you’re in a hurry this time.

“wait,” rafe says, and you almost groan from annoyance. you just want to go back to your dorm. “here,” he mumbles to himself, and he steps over to the mini-fridge in the corner. he opens it up and grabs a water bottle, then tosses it to you.

“rafe,” you say, not really expecting all of these ‘gifts’ just for screaming at him for two hours about humanities. you toss it back to him, which he catches.

“just for the road,” he insists with a shake of his head. “since i spilled mine on you.”

you stare at him like he’s stupid. “dude, i live down the hallway.”

when you see his awkward reaction, you almost feel bad. actually you do. and it’s weird. usually you don’t notice this at all, but something about rafe feeling dumb about trying to thank you just makes you feel guilty for how you’ve treated him. fine.

you give him a look like you’re saying okay. that it’s okay to give you gifts and that you’re okay with receiving them. rafe doesn’t even cast a smile, he just nods. you squint your eyes at him before heading for his door again.

rafe meets you there and holds out the water bottle for you. you look up at him and take it. you almost smile, and it seems like he might too, but you both catch yourselves and quickly look away.

“ace your exam so you won’t have to hear from me like this again,” you say, half-joking to keep up their normal behavior.

“i’ll try, i’ll try,” he says simply, and stands at his door while you leave. you raise your eyebrows once before heading off to your dorm, taking your bag and your water bottle with you. you hear his door shut from behind you.

as you walk away, you can’t help but replay the moment in your head, the weird sense of camaraderie that just occurred. maybe, just maybe, rafe cameron isn’t the most horrible person on the planet. and it doesn’t help that he’s unfortunately attractive, which makes it slightly more difficult now to keep up the mutual hatred you have for each other.

from inside the dorm, rafe stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door. he shakes his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“not so bad,” he mutters to himself before turning back to his desk, ready to tackle his upcoming humanities exam thanks to you.

[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: Long Overdue

Words: 3k+ Type: Some angst, but fluff Summary: The days after the argument. Warnings: Rafe is the softest boyfriend in the world. Y/N has some problems with overthinking and anxiety here. Mentions of alcohol. Mentions of narcissist friends. A filler chapter for you to take a breath in the middle of the angst.

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You wish you could say that everything went by smoothly after that conversation. But you would be lying if you said so.

When you got out of that car, your hands were visibly shaking. It was out of your control. It was a mix of all your emotions just building up inside you and wanting to come out all at once. It was the frustration, the anger, the disappointment, and the sadness. You hated every single second of that conversation. How helpless you felt at times. The way your supposed friends looked at you as you spoke. It was as if you had gone insane.

Thankfully, when inside the house, Wheezie had run upstairs for a quick shower before your tutoring class, or else she would’ve seen you cry your eyes out in front of her brother. You felt weak for doing so, but you still did it. You cried the entire time you told Rafe everything about what had happened. You noticed how he had no idea what to say or what to do for you, other than give you comfort. And you let him do it, as that felt like what you needed too.

When Wheezie had come back downstairs with her things - since she wanted to study outside this time - you had already wiped your tears clean and didn’t feel like you would cry at every sentence that left your lips. To your luck, your eyes didn’t appear too puffy when she laid her eyes on you, which spared you from many questions.

By the time you were helping her study, Rafe still kept a close eye on you. He would never disappear from your view for too long, always either sitting on his phone on the porch or coming out to the table near the pool, where the two of you were. He made you and Wheezie laugh from time to time.

It lifted your mood ever so slightly, but deep down you still were filled with worry and hurt. How far could this go? Could the girls go further than this? Maybe by telling other people, or simply talking to their other friends about this. Was there a possibility this could get to your parents before you even had the chance of finishing high school as you had planned?

All these questions, they made worry bubble in your blood at the most random of times during that afternoon. By the end of it, Ward and Rose eventually came home. Rafe was by the island of the kitchen when Rose stepped out of the kitchen to get you your monthly paycheck, and Sarah Cameron stood in that kitchen for a single second, and the first thing she said to you was: “Are you okay? You look… down.”

If that did anything to you was to force yourself to put on a better act. You were just about to go home as Ward had asked for Rafe to drive you. You didn’t want your parents to see you and ask the same things. It would be harder to lie to them than to Sarah.

You two sat in the car in silence for a bit, and you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you. Silence only gave you the excuse to want to cry more, even when you still felt ridiculous for it. You tried to hold it back, but whenever a tear would slip, Rafe was there. He calmed you down and held your hand or sometimes said something that would make your heart hurt less.

At home, you forced yourself to make conversation with your parents - knowing that if you didn’t, they would’ve followed you to your room to find a reason behind your silence. All of it was forced and unnatural small talk, but your parents didn’t seem to notice. Your mom was too focused on making a new recipe for dinner, and your dad was too focused on his reading to look up from the book in his hands.

The rest of the day wasn’t any easier. Rafe asked if you wanted to come over, but you know that it wouldn’t make anything easy. It would simply make your feelings go temporarily numb. You didn’t need that. You needed to just face it for what it is: a stupid confrontation that you saw coming from a mile away because it had to happen eventually. It just came sooner than you expected.

Sleep didn’t come easy either. By the time you finally fell asleep, there weren’t many hours of rest before having to get up for class. You hid whatever hints of your exhaustion with make-up, as well as put on a happier expression just so you could make your way through the house and to school without any questions coming from your parents.

Breakfast was uneventful, just like dinner the day before. And your dad drove you to school just as you had planned beforehand.

In class, if you were used to the girls' looks before, this day had been another level of staring. And given the fact that you share every class with each of them, your sadness and worry quickly turned into anger by lunch hour. They didn’t try to speak to you or even ambush you all at once again. They just sat there at their little tables watching you as if you were some experiment about to go wrong.

Kristy wasn’t in school. She missed every single one of her classes. And all that made you think was how thankful you were for the lack of her staring too.

By the time you were done with classes for the day and inside Rafe’s car, you were still in your depressing bubble but more annoyed than anything else. And that is when a call from Patty came in. There was going to be a party tonight.

You're not ashamed to admit you didn’t even think twice before answering her. You wanted to go to that party. And you did.

Not that you remember much from it now that you lay on Rafe’s bed, silently contemplating your life choices, but you like to think that you had fun.

You remember how you got to the party with Rafe, and quickly found Patty, who made sure to give you as many drinks as you wished to have.

Rafe stepped away to find Topper and Kelce only after he made sure that Patty was going to actually stay by your side the whole night and entertain you enough.

You drank cup after cup of different concoctions made by Patty herself. Some were actually good, others… she just told you to drink it all in one gulp.

You were able to disconnect from reality while sitting in that kitchen with her, drinking and listening to her talk you through the process of making another drink. You two talked for a long time, or at least for enough time until the both of you weren’t exactly speaking in obvious and comprehensible sentences but in slurred words filled with giggles.

And you remember that you went off to find Rafe at some point. You remember that he was very much sober at that time. You remember flashes of sitting on that couch with him and his friends. Patty would eventually join you on the couch and start a conversation that would make a lot more sense than any of the guys' around the table. You also remember that it was way funnier at the time than now.

Also, at one point into the night, you decided that playing, or better, patting Rafe’s buzzed head was the best idea you could ever have. Your drunk mind must have been blown to realize how weird it felt to touch his short hair and feel it prickle your palm. Rafe didn’t seem to mind it too much - even though he must have told you to stop at one point because you remember being dramatically hurt by something he said to you.

Maybe you had exaggerated by deciding to numb your thoughts with alcohol when you know that hanging out with these people would simply do the job. You didn’t need to get that drunk. But you still felt like it was the best time to do it, as well as with the best people.

Hanging out with people like Patty and Topper is nice. They were never your type of crowd, but even when drunk or high, last night, they did listen to you when you talked about what happened. It happened when some of you decided to step outside for some air, while others, like Rafe, decided to stay back. You told them everything, and they listened. And they also offered to help, in any way possible.

That memory alone made your heart squeeze in your chest. Maybe, yes, this is how real friends are supposed to be if they are able to. But it still felt good when they told you that if you ever needed to run away from life’s problems for a bit, they would be there for you, along with Rafe.

And to think that conversations like these resulted only from you choosing to date someone with a bad reputation. 

Since the beginning, you had a feeling that you would need to talk to someone about it - you and Rafe. Simply to let them know before they find out from someone else, and everything turns shitty. And, now, all you can do is acknowledge that you missed your opportunity and everything is indeed shitty. 

Your friends found out before you could even warm the waters with some information or subtle hints first. Maybe you could've told them about all the times Rafe hadn’t been like the awful cookie-cutter shape they all seem to find him fitting in at all times. You could’ve told them about how he is not bad and how he is indeed good. But you missed the opportunity to do so. You let them find out by themselves, and now they think you are in bed with a psychopath only for the thrill of it. Not with your boyfriend, who has never done a bad thing to you and is always putting you first.

Yet, even in the ocean of guilt, you can’t help but feel the anger that has begun to rise by itself. Yes, you had missed your opportunity, but your friends had also failed. They failed to speak to you in a civilized way. Failed to be there for you as they believed you were in a manipulating and abusive relationship. Failed to understand you. And failed at being your friends at the end of the day. They didn’t seem to care about your feelings that day, and they didn’t seem to care about anything but their fury toward you this week. They failed, even if you did so too.

And, as much as you hate it, there is still fear inside you. It has been pushed deep into you, hiding in a corner of your brain, stored away with other worries on top of it so it isn’t noticed by you any time soon. And that fear has a shape and name. Your parents. Because if your friends had their suspicions and found the truth, where does that put your parents?

They are a pair that believes in every word from the neighbors, as well as any word on the streets. If someone were to whisper about Rafe murdering a crocodile in the middle of the street, they would believe it - even when there aren’t any crocodiles near any roads in the OBX. They would believe it, every word of it. Maybe make theories of their own too. Imagine Rafe as this cartoonish supervillain, now wearing the skin of his victims as new shoes. It is ridiculous but absolutely believable to them.

How would they react? What would they do to you? You are of age, but still a student and living under their roof. What would they even think of you?

“Scoot over, you’re taking up the whole damn bed,” Rafe says while standing beside his bed.

You snap out of your horrible thoughts - with your mind still trying to envelop your heart with its dark and painful realities - and throw the pillow closest to you at him, hitting him in the chest. He doesn’t respond. He throws the pillow away and makes you move with a hand on your shoulder and another on your leg, pushing you further into the bed.

The coldness of the sheets under you make your body react in an uncomfortable wave of shivers, and you turn to face Rafe, who is lying on his back beside you now. On the bedside beside him, you can see that it is still early in the morning, meaning you still have a few hours before being dropped off at your house and then at school. And also, everyone in Rafe’s home is still very much asleep.

“Looking at the time won’t make it go by faster,” Rafe says, making you look at him.

“I want it to go slower, not faster.”

Rafe meets your gaze, and he holds it for a bit. A slight bit of a headache hits you right in the temple, and you try not to react by snuggling closer to the pillow under your head. Seems like you were never truly someone blessed with no headaches while hungover, just lucky on that one time.

“What’s wrong?”

“Headache.” You groan into the pillow, closing your eyes to escape his gaze for only a bit.

It takes a few seconds before he talks again.

“What else?” His tone is soft and worrisome. When hearing his question, you don’t move; not even an inch. You just lay there for a bit, listening to your own heartbeat with your ear buried in the pillow. You let some heartbeats go by in your silence, but Rafe waits for you. Never pushes you. He just waits.

“I’m… worried, I think.” You whisper so softly, you almost don’t hear yourself.

“About your friends?”

“That too,” You open your eyes as you talk, “But more about my parents.”

“Why?”

“They’re strict. Very strict,” You explain, even though you know that Rafe already knows that, or else he hadn’t been climbing your window and whispering in your room for months. “They always reacted badly to dating. And they never liked you or your family.”

“Many don’t,” he says with a small curve on his lips.

“It’s different,” you try to explain in as few words as you can, “They’re worse than Kristy or any of the girls would be.”

Rafe simply looks at you, silent. You look at him and let out a breath. 

“I don’t know what they’re going to do when they find out...” You tell him, sincerely. “I just want it all to be after graduation.”

He still doesn’t say anything, so, he simply lets you talk.

“I think that’s what I’m so scared of… The fact that I don’t know what to expect from their reaction.” You sigh, “And that is why I wanted it to be later. So I can- I don’t know, run away before they get to do anything.”

“What’s the worst thing they can do?”

“I’m not sure…” You whisper, your eyes meeting his again. “Kick me out, probably. Never speak to me again,” You try to say it with a positive tone, one that doesn’t seem to consider those options to be true, when, in reality, nothing ever felt more possible than this.

Rafe makes a face that doesn’t seem like he’s convinced.

“I can’t be that bad.” And that earns him a smack.

Rafe’s laughter fills the room, and a small involuntary smile appears on your lips.

“Be serious,” You tell him, turning around to lay on your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. You groan with the slight headache pounding on your head, and Rafe’s hand soon lays over your head, trying to soothe the pain away.

“I’m sorry,” He says.

“I’ll think about it,” You say while meeting his eyes. Some sort of humor comes out with your words, and Rafe notices it. He grins and simply looks at you for a moment.

You two stay quiet for a little longer before you start letting more words out, explaining your worries to Rafe while he simply listens. He just lays there and nods, giving you his utmost attention.

And, as expected, you two talk for so long that time does the opposite of what you want it to. It just speeds past you two, and everyone in the house begins to get up and get ready for the day. 

While listening to the doors opening and closing around the house, as well as some screaming about breakfast from one floor to the other, you two lay in Rafe’s bed in silence. Rafe’s hand is on your pillow, fallen from your hair, and now under your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb while you lay there, hugging your pillow with your eyes closed.

Rafe stares at you for a bit. There would be no way of you catching him doing it, with your eyes closed and body ready to go back to sleep. You are laying on his bed, lacking clothes, and with only a soft white duvet over your legs all the way up to your waist. Your back is uncovered, and your hair is a mess, but the scenery is perfect. Rafe’s heart tightens at the memory of the tears you’ve spilled in the last few days. He can’t help but feel guilty over it, even when you remind him that he has nothing to feel guilty about. 

You’ve told him time and time again. Whatever has happened has nothing to do with him. It has to do with control. Control that some of these people want to have over you or have had for so long - even when that control was disguised as love and worry of you ever getting hurt. Truthfully, it would’ve been indeed love if they wished to speak to you calmly and got to know Rafe. But your friends never dared to.

And Rafe knows how much you wish your parents to be different. Even when you teared up while saying it just now, Rafe listened as your tone was thick with hope - the hope of your parents to be on your side when all of it comes out. And still, all he can do is be there for you until all this ends, whenever that will be.

Rafe leans over and pulls you closer to him, which you let him with no hesitation. Your head lays over his shoulder, and your arms go around him. Rafe hugs your body close to him and kisses the top of your head, cherishing the small breath you let out as he does it.

“I love you,” you whisper to him, your breath warm against his skin.

Rafe leans his head in closer to yours and kisses your hair. There is no surprise for either of you to say it. No fear of the love not being reciprocated. No fear of rejection because all of it is obvious, even in the midst of all this mess. Those words were long overdue.

“I love you too,” He whispers, making you lean in closer to his warmth.

- - - - - -

*Giggles in 'shit is about to hit the fan but I am making y'all suffer in anticipation'*

[drewsuncrustables]

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https://goldenjo.tumblr.com/post/689440399600861184/desire

https://mackenzielovee.tumblr.com/post/689588934713409536/sixth-sense-blurb-a-surprise

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[honeydewdrew]

‧͙⁺˚*༓☾HONEYDEWDREW MASTERLIST☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

hi and welcome to my masterlist! reminder that this is an 18+ blog and so minors please do not interact! you are all responsible for what you read so heed all warnings. (BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED <3)

additionally, please do not repost my work elsewhere!! feedback and comments are super appreciated though :)

masterlist last updated: december 5, 2021

* organized from oldest to newest *

- headcanons -

Rafe Cameron

east banten university - fuckboy!rafe | 18+

you didn't know you could get paid with an orgasm for tutoring chemistry

lasagna - fuckboy!roommate!rafe | 18+

imagine accidentally sending your fuckboy!roommate!rafe cameron a nude and now he can’t hold back 😌🤚🏻

four wheel drive - soft!recently run over by a car!rafe cameron x f!reader

you run over rafe cameron with your car on a rainy day and the are the only one who visits him in the hospital

Drew Starkey

buzzfeed unsolved!drew

ghouls & ghouls - buzzfeed unsolved ghoul hunter!drew starkey

a spooky little ghost hunt brings you and drew closer together

ghoulin’ around - buzzfeed unsolved ghoul hunter!drew starkey

castle in the mountains but you don’t even get there OR your car breaks down & there’s only one bed at the lodge

instagram post #1 - wrapping up a supernatural finale

[brelione]

Masterlist

Prompts List 2

Add Youself To My Taglist

Rafe Cameron

The Best Boys Masterlist (Topper,Kelce,RafeXReader)

Daddy Issues (Moodboard)

  Chapter One 

Kinktober Blurb (Rafe X Billie)

Rafe Cameron Smut Headcannons

Its Alive

On This Episode of Baking With Rafe Cameron

Black And White

Yacht Party

Secret

More Fun

Round 2? (Smut)

Sit on My Face (Drew)

Rafe Taking Care Of You When Youre sick HC’s

Vacation With Rafe

Tutor

Rafe Dating A Pogue

Rafe HC’s

Life With Rafe

Rafe Dating A Baker

What It Takes (Smut)

Princess Bitch

My Bean

Rafe When You’re On Your Period

Field Trip With A Rich Bitch 2 3

Dating Rafe Cameron

Something New (Smut Headcannons)

Toxic 2

Not As Terrible

Barry X Reader X Rafe

Dating Rafe and Barry HC’s

Rafe and Barry dating a hippie

Rafe and Barry Smut

Destroy Me

Being Pregnant with Rafe’s Baby

Rafe dating a dancer

THe One Where Rafe takes Viagra

Rafe dating a girl with an ed

Rafe Dating A Singer

Dont Be Rude

Mania 

The short film

On Your Side

Rafey Cakes

Best Friends Brother

Blurbs

Anger

Im Sorry

Can You Take It?

Pathetic

Good Girl (Topper X Reader X Rafe)

Duck Tales

JJ

Gentle (Smut)

Please Dont Break My Heart 

JJ Smut Headcannons

The Surfer And The Siren Masterlist

Bored

That Just Happened

Avengers Boxers

Never

Protect You

Dirty Minded

JJ Dating A Kook

Road Trip

Date With A Fangirl

Life With JJ

JJ Taking Care Of You After A Fight

Blue And Orange

Afraid (Smut)

Three Rules (Smut)

JJ Dating an Artist

Have You Ever Been In Love

Dating JJ Alphabet

Why Dont I Know You?

Neverland

It was only a kiss,how did it end up like this?

Tattoos

Uninvited

First Date With JJ

House Of Memories

The Goddess 2 3

Arson And Biscuits

Dating JJ Maybank

Detention

The four times the Pogues interrupt you and JJ + The 1 time you get to be alone

Defender

Trying (Smut)

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Joy

JJ dating an insecure girl

Christmas With JJ

good 4 u

Traitor

Oh No She Likes Another Girl

Blurbs

Hurry

Harder

Bickering

Calvin Klein

Not a sound

Sarah Cameron

Kind Of A Cinderella Story 

Wish I Was Sarah (KieXReaderXSarah) PT2

Lockscreen

High On The Roof

Affection

Like A Drunk,Grumpy Baby

Lets Get Sheet Faced

Traveling

Pink And Green

Sarah Cameron Dating A Gardener

McDonalds And The ER

Hickeys And Hot Baths

Sarah Taking You Shopping HCs

Dating Sarah Cameron

Neon

Anniversary with Sarah headcanons

Sarah took me to the bathroom

Sarah Cameron Smut Headcanons

Kiara Carrera

Wish I was Sarah (KieXReaderXSarah)

Over Your Shoes

Purple And Yellow

Kiara Dating A Writer

Sleeping Over Kiara’s HC’s

The Only Acception

Dating Kiara Carrera

Hurt

Endgame

When she has a bad day

Date Gone Bad

Kie with a Strap On

Kiara and The Mermaid

When We Were Thirteen

Treehouse

Pope Heyward

Just wanna be happy

She Likes Green Cats And Lives In A Tree

Pope Dating a Book Nerd/Fangirl

Vibe With Me

Dating Pope Heyward

First Date With Pope Headcanons

Pope and The Baby Bump

Blurbs

Chaotic Couple

John B Routledge

I DONT WRITE FOR JOHN.B @batcat46​ WROTE THESE FOR KINKTOBER 

Dreams Have Good Outcomes all the time

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Barry

Barry dating a Hippie

Dating Barry Headcannons

Soft

Clean You Up

Colorful Bands And Fire

More Dating Barry HC’s

Always (Smut)

Intervene

Barry X Reader X Rafe HC’s

Dating Rafe and Barry HC’s

Rafe and Barry dating a hippie

Rafe and Barry smut

Barry as a Father

Barry When You’re Grumpy On Your Period

Moving In With Barry HC’s

Barry and Christmas

Blurbs

Fucked Around

Kelce

Friends 

The Best Boys

Dating Kelce HCs

Topper

Dating Topper Headcannons

Late Night Thoughts

Spider (Smut)

Virginity

Rapunzel

The Best Boys

Topper Dating a Pogue

Blurbs

Cheesy

Good Girl (Topper X Reader X Rafe)

JJ X Reader X Rafe (Polyamory)

Glitch in The System 2

First Arguments HC’s

Dating JJ and Rafe HC’s

The Boys Taking Care Of You When You’re Sick

The Boys helping you after fight with a friend

Silent Bet

Unfair

Forming Friendship

The Boys when you get hurt

Please

Cleo

none yet, send in requests.

Preferences

Stealing

How They Knew You Were The One

Sex

Kisses

Cuddling

How They React To Finding Out That Theyre a Hufflepuff

Kinktober 2020

[sodasback]

VERY IMPORTANT: immediately go download and read The Deal by Elle Kennedy

It isn’t like impeccable literature but it is a joy evoking novel akin to our favorite fan fics on here and if you imagine Drew Starkey/Fanon Rafe Cameron in the role of the male lead cocky hockey player Garret Graham and you as the reader Hannah with a enemies-ish to tutor to friends to lovers I promise it’s the best.