#yeah rafe is hot af

[starkeyisthelastname]

Umm so since my last ask was discontinued… What’s next for Pornstar!Rafe and his girl? Are we making an OF? How are people on social media reacting to it? I’m bursting at the seaaams babe.😩

yay!!! 🤩

pornstar!rafe and his girl are definitely still gonna be getting to know each other. it may have been too soon to say the l word, but they couldn’t take it anymore. now it’s figuring out normal relationship things, like dates… hanging out… being romantic… but yes they are gonna make an OF and a Pornhub couple account. 😜 people on social media… ooo we are of course gonna have people who think it’s hot af. because well it is. 💦 and then we have the haters, the same haters and the new haters. they don’t faze rafe and he fucks you to the point where it starts not to faze you.

especially when he posts a snippet on twitter of him fucking you again in his bed. blue eyes on the camera as he watches your pretty face come undone. “yeah that’s right, cum all over that big fuckin dick. that’s all yours baby.. tell em.” He murmured, still drilling into you from behind. you almost let out a smile as he said that, making eye contact with the camera like a good girl. “this big dick is all mine.. n-not yours.” you would mumble, creaming all over his cock.

[simpforboys]

hey babe!!

i was thinking maybe protective!gf!reader x rafe, where they’re at the kegger together and a random girl starts clinging onto rafe, not knowing you’re his girlfriend and reader throws some punches

i live for protective reader oml🙇🏻‍♀️

learn your place

rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

summary: you teach a kook girl her place.

warnings: swearing, violence, fluff, rafe is proud af

sorry this took forever </3, also not proof read

the way your stomach turned over when you walked into the kegger with your long-term boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, was enough to shoot some red flags.

hundreds of kooks were on the Lighthouse Preserve, dozens of red solo cups littered onto the sand.

you were the only pogue who came to these parties, not really because you wanted to, but because Rafe had asked.

and unfortunately, whenever those baby-blue eyes looked pleadingly at you, you always seemed to cave.

“what’s up, Cameron?” Topper asked loudly, dapping up Rafe as you stood beside your tall boyfriend.

Kelce did the same to Rafe, before turning to give you a side-hug. “hey, future Mrs. Cameron.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at the nickname. “yeah yeah, shut up.”

you felt Rafe’s fingers interlock yours, pulling you into his side. more people came over to greet you, and the stares some of the kook girls were giving you were a nightmare.

you didn’t want to be one of them, and maybe that’s why they hated you so much. and maybe the fact you were dating the ‘Kook Prince’.

“let’s go get a drink.” Rafe said to you, holding you close to him as he walked over to the keg, supervised by some other guys you’ve never seen before.

as they pour you and Rafe a drink, you narrow your eyes at a short blonde who is drunkenly giggling at Rafe.

the sparkle in her blue eyes almost made you sick. you felt Rafe’s grip tighten around your waist, kissing your temple as he mumbled into your ear, “relax, baby. you look like you’re gonna kill someone.”

while you knew he was joking, you pressed your lips together and began to chug the beer.

➽───────────────────❥

a few hours later, you wandered around trying to find a bathroom. Rafe wanted to go with you, but you insisted that you were a big girl.

you finally found a little outhouse. after a couple moments, you walked back to the party, desperate to find hand sanitizer.

one of the only nice girls, Lizzie, happened to have cherry scented sanitizer. while you rubbed the liquid into your palms, your eyes looked around for your boyfriend.

the same blonde girl from earlier was holding onto his muscled bicep, trying to get his attention. the poor girl looked desperate, as Rafe wasn’t even acknowledging she was there.

Topper and Kelce looked uncomfortable, knowing all too well of your protectiveness of Rafe, and how badly you were going to kick the shit out of this chick.

“you can’t find any other guys to hang onto? or do you look for specifically taken ones?” your voice sent goosebumps down her tan skin as she drunkenly stared at you.

“excuse you?” she asked, trying to raise her voice, one that sounded almost babyish.

“i know my boyfriend is hot, but girl if you think holding onto him is going to catch his attention then you’re damn wrong.” you snapped, your blood boiling from her ‘pick me’ behavior.

“Rafey- this crazy girl is trying to fight me.” the girl looked up at Rafe, a forced pout on her face. you cringed at the nickname she gave your man.

Rafe just now seemed to be aware of the situation, as he tugged the girl off of him. “who the fuck is Rafey?” he laughed, his eyes shining as he turned his head to look at you.

you looked exactly like how he described earlier, like you were going to kill someone.

Topper and Kelce immediately downed their beers, knowing what was going to happen next. and while Rafe did too, he didn’t really care too much to stop it.

“you’re going to pick some… poor slut over me!” the girl whined, stomping her foot.

Rafe’s jaw dropped slightly, but before he could defend you, you had already shot your fist forward.

a loud crack was heard as your knuckles came in contact with her nose, shattering the bone. people from around moved into a circle, some recording as you moved forward again.

blood was gushing down from her nose, tears pouring from her eyes as you pushed her backwards.

rage filled your body, the alcohol pumping pure adrenaline through your system as you straddled her, throwing punch after punch onto her face.

your head was ringing, and you barely felt Rafe’s arms scoop you up. you kicked out, kicking the girl in the boob. you managed to get out of Rafe’s grasp.

“how’s that for a poor slut, huh? stay away from my man, bitch!” you shout, impulsively spitting on the girl as Rafe grabbed you once more.

“alright, baby. this isn’t Jersey Shore.” Rafe joked, pulling your body into his. your head rested against his chest, hearing his pounding heartbeat.

your own heartbeat matched his, the adrenaline beginning to wear off. you recognized the aching in your hands, your knuckles bruised and bloody.

Rafe helped you onto the little speedboat you two arrived in, turning the engine on. while Rafe was silent, you sat on the couch with your head in your hands.

your head ached with a migraine. the loud sound of the motor wasn’t exactly helpful, either.

the ride home was silent, except for the sound of the motor against the water. when Rafe pulled up to your dock, he tied off the boat.

“let’s get my girl cleaned up.”

Rafe said gently, walking in front of you. he opened the door to your run-down house, knowing where the first aid kit is.

there’s been multiple occasions of either you or Rafe getting into fights, so it became routine for the both of you.

as you put the toilet seat down, you sat on the lid as Rafe sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“damn, y/n. you might’ve broken a knuckle.”

Rafe comments, cleaning the blood up with rubbing alcohol. you hissed at the sting, shaking your leg. the motion caused his leg to shake too, before he trapped your legs between his thighs.

“stop moving, mama. let me take care of you.”

his words were gentle, soft. as he put gauze and bandages over your knuckles, you followed him into the kitchen where he grabbed two bags of frozen peas.

he placed them gingerly on your bones, careful not to hurt you.

“i’m sorry i hit her. so many fucking times…” you mumble.

Rafe lets out a soft chuckle, kissing your forehead.

“when will these kook girls learn their place?” he jokes, making you smile as you kissed his lips feverishly.

[sqfewrd]

Hi :> I saw you're open for requests now (btw I'm really liking "moonlight"😖♥️) and I wondered if I could make a request?

So, maybe a fem!reader (reserved and kind of nerdy) that has a bit of a crush on jj but never talked to him, bjt one day reader and her friend are invited to someone's backyard party and someone on the party "playfully" scoops reader and threatens to throw her in the pool, but reader has some kind of trauma with pool/sea so of course she's freaking out. And jj maybank, seeing the unknown girl in the verge of tears, steps up to her rescue (because boy might be popular but not a bully<3). Idk, I just think protective jj is hot af

HI LOVELY!!! Thank you so much that actually means a lot 😭😭, This is so cute and so Maxton hall coded!!

Popular!jj maybank x shy!fem reader

warnings: mild language, mentions of drugs (weed and coke), aquaphobia, blood, jj being an absolute sweetheart, ‘not edited !

My first request! thank you anon 🙂‍↕️ hopefully I don’t disappoint you…

“It’ll be fun!” Gina promised as she practically begged on her knees, y/n eyed her carefully. “I hate kook parties, you know that” Gina rolled her eyes, huffing.

“jj maybank’s gonna be there” y/n side eyed her, shrugging her shoulder. “So?” She acted indifferent, ginas jaw dropped. “What do you mean ‘so’?! jj freaking maybank!” She all but yelled, shaking her shoulders. “I’m over him” y/n lied pushing Gina away.

“Oh fuck off! You were literally drooling over him this morning!” Y/n sighed, playing with the ends of her hair. “Fine, I’m not over him, he’s too dreamy, but I am definitely not going to a kook party just to admire him from a far” Gina rolled her eyes flopping down onto y/n’s bed.

“Why do you hate me?” Y/n sat huh down next to her. “Huh?! I do almost anything for you! Why can’t you do this for me?” She pouted dramatically, y/n groaned feeling bad. “Fine” she gave in. “Yeah! Let’s fucking gooo!” She jumped up, cheering. “You so won’t regret this babe!”

She regretted it the second they walked through the door. “What the fuck” she mumbled under her breath. They pushed past people making it into the giant kitchen. “What do you want?” Gina asked her, eyeing the available drinks. “Just get me a Coke” Gina nodded walking away. “Oh look, a First timer!” A voice rang from behind y/n, she turned internally groaning, Rafe Cameron.

“Hi” she nodded awkwardly, he gave his usual cocky smirk. “Hello” he leaned in, disrupting her personal space. “What are you doing here?” He tilted his head, his fingers grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it, his breath reeked of beer. Y/n shrugged, this was uncomfortable. “leave her alone rafe” Gina returned, handing y/n her soda can, a red solo cup in her other. “Gina” Rafe’s smirked faltered. “Rafe” she sized him up, he inched back.

“Have fun” his gaze returned to y/n, before pushing past them. “He’s still so scared of you” y/n laughed, cracking open her soda. “Of course he is, I’m still the only person that has knocked him out” they cheered their drinks.

Gina had left y/n alone after her third solo cup, she was making out with some blonde in the corner and y/n sat on the couch as they passed around a joint. She grimaced, the smell strong, maybe it was better than the white powder that sat on table but the smell was terrible, she stood walking out into the backyard.

She saw the giant pool in the middle, making note to not walk too close. Rafe and topper sat at the edge of the pool. . “Yo, bro” topper tapped rafes shoulder. “There’s y/n” he whispered, watching you. “You should throw her in the pool” he laughed, his eyes bloodshot. “Bet” Rafe laughed, chugging down the last of his beer.

Y/n walked over to the snack table, disappointed she hadn’t seen jj. She munched on some pretzels, thinking about the blonde haired boy. “First timer!” Rafe yelled from behind her as he lifted her, catching her off guard. She yelped, coming to as she saw the giant pool inching closer. “No! No!” She yelled trying to free herself, rafes laughter grew, as he held her over the pool. “Please! No!” She sobbed, her hands gripping his shirt as he tried to throw her.

“Hey! What the fuck man!” another voiced boomed, she felt herself drop, the water engulfing her, her eyes closed, everything went black for a second.

She felt arms wrap around her, gasping for air as They brought her back to surface. “I got you” a voice spoke softly carrying her out of the water. “I got you” he repeated. He made sure she was okay before turning to rafe and decking him in the face, the people around gasping as he stumbled to the ground. He straddled him punching him over and over, y/n sat on the floor coughing up water as people rushed to get jj off of rafe.

jj raised his hands in surrender, his Knuckles bloody, from both their blood. He cupped y/n’s face, “let’s get you warm” he helped her up, leading her back into the house. “Y/n/n” Gina gasped as she stumbled over. “I’m okay” she sniffled, grabbing at Gina’s hand. “I’ll take you home” she slurred, jj cut in. “You’re drunk, I’ll take both of you home” Gina glared at the blonde.

“Thank you” y/n spoke, her clothes were now damp as she stepped off his truck helping jj get Gina off his truck. “Don’t mention it” he reassured. “Kiss” Gina drunkenly giggled, y/n glared at her. “Sorry she’s a different type of annoying drunk” jj just smiled, they let Gina stumble inside, leaving them alone on the porch. “Thank you” y/n repeated. “Stop thanking me, anyone would’ve done it” she shook her head. “No they wouldn’t, they would’ve laughed and left me to drown” jj shrugged, rubbing his bloody knuckles. “Those look really bad” he laughed. “I’ve had worse” she grabbed his hand, inspecting them. “We should clean them before they get infected or something” he shook his head ready to protest. She grabbed his hand pulling him inside, leading him to the bathroom in the hallway. She grabbed a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and peroxide, soaking cotton pads in them.

“This is gonna really sting” she warned grabbing his left hand. He nodded preparing for the sting, he hissed, his right hand clenched.

She cleaned both hands, placing bandages on the cuts he had. “Now we’re even” he joked with a grin, she gave a small laugh, looking up at him. “Can I ask…um” jj rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Feel free to not answer but… why didn’t you just swim?” He felt stupid. “I don’t know how” she admitted avoiding his eyes. “Oh” she nodded. “I know, I live in the obx, how do I not know how to swim” he shook his head. “I’m not judging just… surprised” she looked at him unsure.

“Is there a reason…?” She shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know… I guess I just always had a a fear of water, drowning mostly” he hummed. “That makes sense, water is not very trustworthy” she smiled. “Exactly!” He laughed, and then, They both got serious, their eyes flickering from their eyes to their lips, jj leaned in, y/n met him in the middle, initiating the kiss, her hands in his hair, his pink bandaid littered hands on her waist.

Gina stumbled into the bathroom pushing past the pair, kneeling by the toilet and vomiting. “Oh god” y/n kneeled down, holding her hair back. “Great way to cockblock me g” she mumbled under her breath. Rubbing her best friends back.

AN: finished this during a rush at work hopefully it’s not too bad it took me like 3 days I REALLY hope you enjoy it anon!! thank you (maybe I’ll make a part two..) 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️⭐️⭐️

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[yappingwithlaney]

Seeing your anon’s opinions and such, I’m really surprised cause I thought everyone agreed that Lee was not a good person 😭😭 I can’t believe we are feeling sorry for this man OMG… I understand he felt alone and was in love with eugene… but he was literally always harassing him and being predatory AF. Like Lee was just not gonna take no for an answer, which is so wrong… Lee would literally always take advantage of eugene, and you could see how uncomfortable eugene would be… And Lee being queer/confused or whatever is no excuse for Lee to force eugene to be with him !! You cannot force someone to love you!!! And if Lee died alone it was simply because of how much of a horrible person he was !!!

🧚🏼‍♂️

i do see your point about lee being predatory about it (yes, even tho they are both legal) and he even admitted his entire family is literally perverts. but that’s the whole point tho… to show how far people go because of their desire. not that it’s okay! but that was one of the points of the movie!

yes, there were lots of moments where allerton seemed uncomfortable…. but all the sex was consensual…. allerton never told lee no or anything so i don’t feel like allerton was really being taken advantage of!

i do think lee pushed himself way too much onto allerton but it’s clear allerton is bi-curious so it’s not like lee was forcing a straight guy to endure this. allerton is closed off but based off the sex scenes, allerton wanted it too. he seemed very cold and distant to the mental aspect of a relationship but seemed more than willing to participate in the sex parts of the relationship. the movie definitely left me confused on what allerton is because it’s very push and pull with him throughout the movie. like i wondered if he enjoyed what was happening between him and lee. i hate that drew had like 20 lines and barely spoke but i know that’s the point of allertons character 😭

lee was far too desperate and i do think you’re right about him not taking no for answer. we saw him interacting with that other dude in the beginning and he just let him go and forgot all about it. but he was fully ready to PURSUE allerton and kept trying to push himself onto allerton. and yeah, he’s not an angel. he’s a junkie and the real william is suspected to have shot his wife. and it’s an autobiography so i mean, yeah lee really isn’t a good person

……. but i still felt bad allerton shoved him to the ground like that…. 🫣😭 (though it was kinda hot cause like.. rafe?? that you??)

[sarahsangelicdoll]

“I lift the lid, pulling back a sweatshirt, spotting pink mesh. Picking them out, I study them, trying to find traces of her. My eyes roll back as I see just that. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, thinking about how I’ll ruin these later. One hand thumbing through her pictures, the other stroking my dick. I lift the material to my nose, eyes shut, drawing a deep breath, snorting my girl like a line.”

You are making me love perv Rafe so much more i swearrr

“I push open the door, breathing shakily, rustling the hangers I’d tried to silence before. My body feels heavy and awkward. I draw a deep breath, trying to think of how to explain myself, but nothing comes out. Everything is overwhelming– my emotions, her gaze, the moment.”

Hehe that’s so cute and funny to imagine, him coming out of the closet and face flushed in embarrassment 🤭

““I’m loyal.” I nod desperately. “I’ll do anything for you,” my voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “I’ll worship you… That’s what you want, yeah?” I crawl on the foot of her bed, moving closer and closer as she lures me with her stare. I tilt in close, holding my breath, lips hovering mere inches from her. The air between us is charged. My heart is pounding so loudly that I’m sure she can hear it.”

Rafe you cutie 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

“I start rutting and grinding into the mattress, matching my thrust, my pleasure building with hers.”

omfgg i love when guys get off in any way while eating a girl out it’s so hot

““You came, didn’t you?” She whispers against my lips. Her vulgar words coming out angelic. She reaches her hand between us, cupping my cock, answering her own question as my warm cum transfers to her palm through the cotton. She lifts her hand, running it along her tongue with a smile.”

ok stop because i LOVE this twist in readers character so much 🤭 Both her and Rafe are cutiess

“I watch her carefully as she steps toward the window, eyes locked on Billy's. She lifts her delicate hand, waving at him sweetly—down-right condescending. The movement is casual, unbothered, and full of unspoken dominance over both him and me. She raises her hand, pushing the blinds shut before turning toward me, sending chills down my spine.”

stop y/ns so cute i love herrr

this lil series was hot af and i’m so glad i finally got to read it 💞

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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⚠️ spoilers in the warnings ⚠️

swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral, violence, threats, blackmail, fighting, blood, gore, mentions of sextortion, Rafe sneaks into the reader's room, panty stealing, panty sniffing, takes pictures of the reader's private images, cum tasting, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, twist dark reader, mutual obsession, rough oral, gagging, kissing, reader doesn't ask rafe if he wants to go further than oral but he does and she starts anyway, messy sex, squirting, praise, drinking, smoking, mentions of drug use

𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

Rafe’s POV:

I step out onto the porch, goosebumps flaring across my skin, but I’m still white-hot with adrenaline from the fight. I feel the warm ooze roll down my chin, catching the blood on my palm fast before it drips onto my shirt. I look down at my wrist. 2 a.m… My heart falls as I see my knuckles bloodied and bruised, but I can’t feel it; it doesn’t fuckin’ matter. I do that shit again for her in a heartbeat. I take a deep breath, rubbing my hand on my jeans as my thoughts return to her.

My gaze sweeps over the yard, girl after girl, but not mine. I look toward the sorority, watching a pair of sisters walk inside for the night. Maybe someone in there knows where she is.

I move down the stairs fast, walking toward the sorority that I had tried to slip into during the car wash to no avail. I keep my head low, focusing on the task at hand. Anticipation bubbles in my chest as the world lightens around me. The sorority’s fully lit now in the dim night. I’ve been here more times than I can count. But this time is different. I feel alive.

My pulse spikes as I see Cassie walk inside, too. I nod, trying to think of a plan to get in. Walking into the sorority without a sister would look weird as fuck. It would raise all the red flags. I fall back, watching her pass through the door and climb up the grand staircase before the door fans shut.

I take advantage of the moment, quickly trotting up the steps, yanking the door open before it can shut all the way, my eyes darting around the entryway before turning down the hall. I move deeper and deeper into the sorority, disappearing into her space. Looking down the hallway, I see the door – her door– just barely cracked open. I feel my stomach twist in excitement as I grow closer to her. Shutting my eyes, I breathe deeply, taking in her muted scent. It’s still so new to me, but I feel like it’s been long ingrained in my mind.

I glance through the crack in the door. Empty… My fingers curl around the cool metal handle, and for a moment, I hesitate. But I can’t wait. The faint smell of her perfume grows as I push open the door. I move cautiously through the space, taking little mental pictures of everything I see.

The personal touches—photos that weren’t on her Instagram, her favorite books stacked on her desk, a fuzzy blanket strewn on her bed. It feels so intimate… and it is.

Her dresser. The top drawer… Start there, I tell myself, work down. I know what I want. I pull it open, hitting the jackpot – delicate lace, silk, and cozy cotton panties – all of which have graced her perfect body. I snag a pair of black lace panties, stuffing them in the back pocket of my jeans. Don’t get greedy, Rafe.

I look to the side of the dresser, suddenly seeing her hamper, making my heart skip a beat. A slow grin breaches my face. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better.

I lift the lid, pulling back a sweatshirt, spotting pink mesh. Picking them out, I study them, trying to find traces of her. My eyes roll back as I see just that. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, thinking about how I’ll ruin these later. One hand thumbing through her pictures, the other stroking my dick. I lift the material to my nose, eyes shut, drawing a deep breath, snorting my girl like a line.

My eyes flutter open, head dizzy, eyes landing on her perfectly made bed. My rough fingers run along the comforter, studying where she sleeps, picturing her hair fanned out on the pillow and her glossy lips formed in the perfect sleepy pout. My eyes fall to her nightstand. I grin to myself. If it was anything like mine, I was in for a treat.

I wrap my fingers around the handle, my hand shaking with adrenaline as I open the small drawer. My eyes dart around the contents. Nothin’ crazy, just a few magazines. Lip gloss. I pick it out of the drawer, adding it to my itinerary for the night. M’gonna cum in this shit… Sneak it back in here, watch her walk into class with that glossy smile, just knowing she’s laced with me. I pull the magazines aside, my heart clanging in my ears as I see three nude Polaroids and a pink rabbit vibrator.

I bury my head in my hands, unable to cope with the sight before me. I quickly fight my phone out of my pocket, snapping a few pictures of the snapshots before taking her toy in my fist. I turn it, watching the sparkles glint in the light. Laying my tongue flat, I glide it nice and slow, not once but twice, my aching cock pressing against my zipper, twitching with each flick on my tongue, just trying to catch a hint of her taste.

I hear the sound of her angelic voice floating towards the door. Holy shit… I stuff everything back in the dresser hastily. My stomach twists in tight knots at the thought of her walking in seeing me in her room uninvited.

Billy’s right. She doesn’t know me. Not well, anyway. Not well enough to be in her room waiting. I look toward the window for my escape, but there’s not enough time. Her footsteps grow closer with each passing moment. I quickly step towards her closet, looking back at the window one last time, trying to weigh my options. It’s cracked… Of course, it is. I could still make it. Yet, there’s this undeniable urge to stay… I internally battle myself for a moment longer. Fuck it. I slip into the closet, pulling the door shut, pinching my eyes closed with it.

Every second feels like an eternity. I curse myself, thinking back to my earlier moments of panic. No way I put everything back where she left it… I surely slipped up. What if she feels something’s off, notices that faint change in the air, and finds me in her closet? What the fuck am I doing?

I watch her shadow shift under the closet door. Changing direction slightly, I peer out, careful not to rustle any hangers and give myself away, but I can’t help myself. Not when it comes to her. The temptation to watch her is damn near impossible. I’ve lost myself completely. Right when I’m about to fall out of sight, I hear her zipper pull. My mind screams for my body to look away, but my eyes disobey, wanting to see her bare. I watch her dress pool around her feet. My breath hitches in my throat from the sight in front of me. Lingerie… That was meant to be seen by someone. That photo of her at the car wash…No question this show was meant for him and not me.

Her hands lift to her chest, back still turned to me. She pops open the eyelets of her corset one by one. Teasing me unknowingly, the universe punishing me for being here, hiding away in the shadows like a freak. She pulls the delicate material off her body, tossing it in the hamper I had opened moments before… The stolen items feel like a weight in my pocket. I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t notice they’re gone. She doesn’t. She closes it before snagging an oversized t-shirt from a drawer. My eyes fall down her perfect body, her curves, the silhouette of my girl, sheer perfection—made for me and me alone.

She walks toward the bed, pulling back the covers before crawling inside. The soft glow of her TV illuminates her face, casting the most beautiful shadows across her perfect features. Her eyes look heavy, just minutes away from shutting for the night. I can’t help but worry about her. Why is she so tired? Why is she stayin’ up still? She needs to sleep. I know it’s not smart to stay, fuck, it wasn’t sane to do this shit in the first place, but I’m not ready to leave.

My breath catches itself in my chest as she smiles down at her phone, beautiful and genuine, making my racing heart skip a beat. What are you smiling at, pretty girl? She giggles quietly—soft and angelic. She mumbles something to herself I can’t quite catch. I move closer to the slight space between the door, turning my ear to hear anything. “… so cute,” she coos. My heart swells in my chest, and I imagine her saying that to me. God, I need her so fucking bad. She just met me… No way she was thinkin’ about me. Maybe Billy… Anyone but him.

“…Rafe Cameron,” she flirts, almost like she’s speaking directly to me as she stares at something on her phone.

I fight with the urge to grab the door and step out. I’ve got no self-control and so much to lose. I stand frozen in the closet, my fingers sliding along the door, getting closer and closer to the edge. I pull my hand back at the last possible moment, settling on watching her fall asleep instead.

“You can come out now,” her voice cuts through the quiet, all the blood pumping in my head draining in a moment.

I'm hearin’ shit. I gotta be. I peer out, met with a set of gorgeous, curious eyes. Was she amused? Angry? She doesn’t look scared… The world stopped moving. Or maybe it was just my heart that stopped.

”Rafe,” she says my name, tugging at my heartstrings. I stand there in disbelief, mind racing, body pulling in all directions, wanting to fall back into the place where I felt in control.

I push open the door, breathing shakily, rustling the hangers I’d tried to silence before. My body feels heavy and awkward. I draw a deep breath, trying to think of how to explain myself, but nothing comes out. Everything is overwhelming– my emotions, her gaze, the moment.

“You’ve been following me,” her voice floats out. This should fucking terrify her, but it doesn’t. I blink my eyes rapidly, trying to stay present, but my mind reels. “I saw you at the car wash, Rafe. Watched you on the sorority Ring camera trying to sneak in while I was out.” She giggles. “That was cute, by the way,” she teases. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. Just how much had she seen?

“You were looking for me all night, Rafe. It would have been so much easier to find me if you would have just asked for my number,” she sighs. I swallow hard, clearing the lump in my throat as I try to gain my composure and say anything. “I watched you fight Billy for me at the party earlier. All for me..” She gives me a flirty smile, not at all horrified about the beating or the blood, more focused on the sentiment behind it. I wanted to deny it all but at the same time…I don’t. Does she like it?

“I’ve seen everything…” Her head tilts slightly, eyes staring straight into my soul. “You act like you own me, Rafe.” Those words leaving her lips hit me like a blow to the chest. “I think we’re kinda similar, you and I…”

I pinch my eyebrows in confusion, thinking back to her texts with Billy. “What about Billy?” I croak out dumbly, making her laugh warmly.

“He was just a part of the plan,” she smiles. “Someone who would wrong you; someone that would test you. Someone disloyal who wouldn’t stop unless you made him. And, he didn’t stop, did he?”

“He didn’t,” I mumble drunkenly, hearing her words echoing in my ears. She planned all this, using my emotions and obsession to draw me in.

She shrugs. “Loyalty is hard to find.”

Billy was just a pawn to get to me? She wanted to be seen by me tonight just as badly as I wanted to be seen by her, and she’s wanted it for a while.

“I’m loyal.” I nod desperately. “I’ll do anything for you,” my voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “I’ll worship you… That’s what you want, yeah?” I crawl on the foot of her bed, moving closer and closer as she lures me with her stare. I tilt in close, holding my breath, lips hovering mere inches from her. The air between us is charged. My heart is pounding so loudly that I’m sure she can hear it.

Her hands come up to cup my bruised cheeks, grounding me; drawing me in even deeper.

"I'm gonna take care of you, Rafe," she whispers, her voice syrupy sweet. "I've been watching you for weeks. I know everything you need– everything you want."

My body trembles, unable to cope with the emotions, shattering them all when my lips crash into hers. The kiss is deep and longing, fierce and possessive, almost animalistic, as I pull her as close as possible. “M’Yours,” I mumble between kisses, needing her to hear it. I feel her smile against my lips before she pulls back enough to let me see her eyes. Her addictive stare’s beautiful, laced with something dark and dangerous.

“I’m yours,” she smiles. Before I can respond, she reaches down to the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it off her body. My eyes widened, and my hands draw to her flesh like magnets. “I’m so wet, Rafe,” she whispers like she’s telling me a secret.

“Are you gonna let me taste you, princess?”

Her hands brush through my hair, her brow cocking teasingly. “Didn’t you already?” My stomach flutters at her words, realizing that when she said ‘she saw everything,’ she meant it.

“I want more,” I respond hungrily. I push her back into the pillows—tearing my shirt off my shoulders. Her breathing hitches, lip caught between her bottom teeth as her eyes fall down my body, working me out of my belt. The sparkle in her eyes lets me know this isn’t a want but a need.

I pull myself out of my jeans, tossing them to the side, before moving away from her soft lips, settling between her plush thighs. I kiss along her silky skin, breathing in the scent of her, bathing in it, peeling off her panties before pressing her thighs wide to get some more.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby,” I eye the mess between her legs, licking my lips hungrily. Her fingers drift into my fringe, twisting in my strands, using her hold to draw me closer. I swipe my finger up her slit making her moan, her hips lifting when I pull away, gliding her essence along my tongue.

“Please,” she whimpers. Her lips push in a pout, falling into a soft ‘o’ as my rough fingers spiral on her throbbing clit. She throws her head back into her pillow, hair fanning out just like I imagined it, even more perfect than I could’ve dreamed.

I slip a finger inside, then two, then three. Saving the best for last as my lips press against her pearl, sucking down, making her cry out in pleasure. “Fuck, daddy.” The name throws me over the edge; I start rutting and grinding into the mattress, matching my thrust, my pleasure building with hers.

“Cum for me, pretty. Let me have it,” I mumble against her cunt, watching goosebumps spread across her thighs at the heat of my words.

My body trembles as she grabs fistfuls of sheets, chanting my name like a prayer, and she cums long and hard with me. I feel my sticky load coat my boxers, the wet material clinging to my throbbing dick. I bury myself in her pussy, drowning in her arousal, huffing in her scent just like I was before, suckling and coating my tongue with her release.

Her hands reach down, pulling at my hair just like she was before, too breathless to plead for my lips. She licks her slick off my chin before plunging her tongue in my mouth, rolling effortlessly with mine, my mind-hazy, pussy-drunk off her taste.

“You came, didn’t you?” She whispers against my lips. Her vulgar words coming out angelic. She reaches her hand between us, cupping my cock, answering her own question as my warm cum transfers to her palm through the cotton. She lifts her hand, running it along her tongue with a smile.

“How did you know?”

”I’ve watched you do that a few times, baby.” She grabs my shoulders, coaching me to my back before she straddles my lap. She grinds her drenched cunt against my boxers, making me groan from the overstimulation, but she’s just trying to work her climax into mine.

She crawls off, slotting herself between my thighs, sucking my spent through the tight material. Every muscle in my body clenches tight. She strokes me over my boxers, rubbing her pretty lips all over me. I pinch the elastic band at my hips impatiently, needing her lips around my dick more than I’ve needed anything else.

She watches hungrily as my hard cock springs out, slapping against my body. Her slight fingers wrap around my dick, making my toes curl. She throats my cock again and again, moaning around my thick length, gagging like a goddamn porn star. My personal porn star. “Co’mere,” I mutter, right on the edge of cumming again, and before I can even ask if she wants to fuck she’s sliding down my dick, nails digging into my chest. She lets out a little gasp as my thumb presses against her clit, rubbing messy circles on top.

“Holy shit-”

“So fucking good,” I finish her sentence, which gets caught up in a moan as she throws her head back. Y/n bounces on my cock, chasing her climax; her perfect ass clapping against my skin as her pussy swallows me up again and again. I reach out, gripping her hips, lifting her slightly to fuck up into her, heels digging into her soft mattress as leverage. “Just like that, Rafe,” she cries.

“Yeah? You like that shit?” I pant. “Flood my cock, baby. Make a fuckin’ mess. C’mon.” And just like a good girl, she does. Gushing around my dick, wetting my thighs and the blanket below, making me cum right behind her, spill into her guts, my girl milking every last drop. She collapses on my chest, lips pushing against mine. Her taste and mind swirl together as our tongues intertwine.

KNOCK.

Both of our heads snap to the window, catching the faintest tap from outside, too caught in the moment to even shut the blinds in the first place. I pull her close, wrapping my big body around her, shielding her from the gaze from the other side of the glass. Billy—beaten and bloody. Almost unrecognizable from our fight. He looks back at the two of us, crushed and broken.

I glance back up at my girl, a smile painted across her kiss-bitten lips, twisted and mocking like this was the final piece of her puzzle that she just set in place. She grabs the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around her bare figure before stepping onto the hardwood floor. She leans down, kissing my lips, lingering for a moment before kissing me again.

I watch her carefully as she steps toward the window, eyes locked on Billy's. She lifts her delicate hand, waving at him sweetly—down-right condescending. The movement is casual, unbothered, and full of unspoken dominance over both him and me. She raises her hand, pushing the blinds shut before turning toward me, sending chills down my spine.

Fuck…

This is love.

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[clairedelune-13]

I love video games for them sexy bad guys.

[twinkleimagines]

* your secret’s safe with me*

You’re a pogue with a secret relationship with a Kook. Not just any kook either, the Kook KING. When people start to notice and the truth comes out Rafe tries to deny it since he’s the one who really keeps the Pogue vs. Kook war going . Do you go along or do you decide you’re worth more than secrets ?

“ fuck!” You moaned out loudly as you thrust your hips one more time, riding your climax out over Rafes huge cock. You felt him buck his hips up while squeezing your bottom while groaning, finishing out his own orgasm.

“ that was amazing” you breathed out as you rolled over , flopping yourself back down next to Rafe.

“ fuck yeah it was” he said catching his breath before sitting up, pulling something out of his top drawer on his night stand. You rolled your eyes as you heard him sniff something up his nose .

“ you ever gonna leave that shit alone?” You replied with aggravation, rolling over to face his toned back. He stayed quiet as he continued wiping his nose to catch anything that may have fallen out.

“ I just hate seeing how it’s changing you” you said with a softer tone, placing your head on your hand that was propped up on his pillow.

“ yeah well I’m handling my own shit okay” he said glancing over at you from his shoulder before looking back down and the substance in his hand.

“ heard that before “ you mumbled before sitting up, searching the floor for your clothes that Rafe practically ripped off of you an hour ago.

“ where ya goin?” He spoke as he watched you get dressed.

“ it’s 6 in the morning , don’t you have that thing at the country club with topper and Kelce?” You replied as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, pulling your tangled hair back out of it. Rafe shrugged not getting the memo.

“ soooo if we’re going to keep this a secret-“ you relied, pointing your finger back and forth between the space between the two of you , “ - then they can’t see me leaving and they’re going to be here soon”. Rafe nodded his head before standing up, his sweaty body shimmering with the morning sunlight.

“ yeah true” he stated walking towards you holding your sandals. “ you’re still coming to the party tonight at the bone yard though right ?” He replied standing very close to you.

“ duh” you replied pecking a kiss on his lips. “ wouldn’t miss it “ . Rafe stood for a second as he watched you bend over in front of him, placing your sandals on your feet.

“ just meet me at the spot” he replied before placing a quick smack across your left cheek. You jumped up before scolding him. ‘ the spot’ was the place you both hid secretly for quickies. It was the only spot you could be together at the bone yard that the pogues and kooks wouldn’t see.

“ okay I’ll text you” you replied before kissing his lips again.

“ ok I’m getting a shower “ he replied while running his hands through his hair . “ I smell like good pussy” he laughed out while running his finger tips up your crotch outside of your shorts.

“ you’re fucking nasty “ you laughed pushing at his chest .

****

[text message]

Rafe- you here?

Y/n- yuhh wya?

Rafe- topper wbu?

Y/n- bonfire

Rafe looked up from his phone to see you already looking in his direction smirking. Rafe grinned before looking back down at his phone.

[text message ]

Rafe- you look hot af

You grinned as you looked down at your outfit. You had short blue Jean shorts and a blue bathing suit top on, your hair flowing over your shoulders. You knew you looked hot But it was solely for Rafe.

Y/n - you too ;) I really like your hair pulled down the front like that

Rafe- quicky?

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same tingling feeling at the pit of your stomach as you looked over at a couple of your friends letting them know you’d be right back .

You quickly made your way over to the spot , Rafe following with his red cup of alcohol right behind you.

“ hey princess” Rafe said from behind you. You turned around, lips immediately landing on yours . You giggled into the kiss, the excitement of being in a public area fucking and getting caught ran through you.

“ you can’t go 30 minutes of seeing me without wanting to fuck me huh?” You said , grabbing ahold of his rock hard boner beneath his shorts. Rafe threw his head back in pleasure as you got down on your knees , placing him in your mouth.

“ fuck” he groaned out while placing his hand through your hair, applying pressure against the back of your head. You could feel yourself gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat , moving at a fast pace .

A couple more minutes went by before Rafe pulled himself away from your face. “ turn around” he replied as he pulled you up by your arm, only to turn you around shortly after . You quickly pulled your bottoms down, showing your bare ass before leaning down, placing your hands against a large fallen tree.

Your mouth flew open as you felt Rafe insert himself into you at a fast pace, his hips immediately moving back out only to slam himself back in . You arched your back, your hair draped to one side over your shoulder, swinging back and forth at the motion Rafe had you moving in. You couldn’t hold the moans in as Rafe continued to hit your g-spot over and over as he usually did.

“ hush baby don’t wanna get caught do you?” He replied as he continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips surely to leave bruises . You bit tightly onto your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Rafe groaned loudly as he watched you place one of your hands on your clot, rubbing circles , bringing yourself to your climax . Rafe felt your legs begin to shake, causing him to hold you hip against him.

“ you cumming baby?” He breathed out as he watched your body start to tremble in front of him.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out loudly, causing him to reach his climax as well. Rafe quickly pulled out, pumping himself a few times as his load shot out . You giggled as you watched him finish himself off before tucking himself back in his shorts, you following shortly after to pull your bottoms back up.

“ let me know when you go to leave I’ll take you home okay ?” He replied kissing the top of your forehead. You sighed heavily, sadness filling you. You absolutely adored Rafe. And having to keep him a secret from your friends and family honestly sucked so much. You wished you could be open about your relationship together but with you being a pogue from the poor side and him being a rich kook, it just wasn’t the right time to come out yet.

“ of course , wanna stay the night? My mom won’t be home this weekend “ you asked. He nodded placing his large hands on your cheeks .

“ what we doin? Movie night?” He asked, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb.

“ and other things” you teased with a big flirtatious grin.

“ you’re so cute” he laughed out before giving you a quick peck on your nose , before turning away - making his way back to his friends.

You made sure to wait a few seconds before following behind so no one would notice .

You walked over to one of the kegs, getting you a cup of whatever alcohol beverage they had mixed in it when you heard toppers loud drunken voice from behind.

“ where’d ya go buddy?” Topper said patting Rafe on the back. You didn’t hear Rafe respond but topper didn’t hesitate to run his mouth again.

“ you were fuckin someone weren’t you?” He joked, causing the group of people he was with to start laughing and cheering Rafe on. You began to smirk until you heard the words Kelce spoke.

“ I bet it was that pogue Y/n” he said. You froze for a second , the keg you were at was kind of hidden behind a tree so you backed yourself further behind, looking over towards rafes group , ease dropping in.

“ the fuck? No” Rafe replied almost to quick . You frowned slightly, wishing he would’ve had some other type of response other than the one he just gave them.

“ I call bull man “ Kelce replied . “ topper bro I saw her car parked in his driveway like 3 different times “ they all laughed at kelces words , while Rafe shook his head in denial.

“ who wants to fuck a dirty pogue “ he replied. It felt like a blade shot through your heart at his words. Is that really how Rafe felt about you? Was he really that ashamed of a ‘ dirty pogue’ like you?

“ hey man she’s pretty hot for a pogue” topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder . You couldn’t handle listening to anymore once anger started to rise in you .

“ dirty pogue? I’ll show you a dirty pogue” you mumbled to yourself as you chugged down two full cups of the alcohol, pouring you a third before making your way to a group of tourons.

***

You had been standing there for a good 20 minutes, flirting away with a. Group of guys that were out of town , all young horny college boys looking for some fun one night stands.

You usually weren’t like this but your only intentions right now were to hurt the boy who unknowingly hurt you.

[ text message]

Rafe- tf you doin with them boys?

Rafe- hello?

Rafe- I’m ready to go c’mon

Rafe- are you ignoring me..?

You looked down at your phone after the 5th ding, only to leave him on read purposely.

“ hey I’m gonna grab another drink” you said running your hand down the side of his biceps, solely because you just knew Rafe was watching you from a distance based off of his messages.

You finished off the cup you had as you walked over towards the keg, almost tripping over yourself .

“ yo” you heard behind you as you struggled to fill your cup up. You sat up taking another sip of your drink to see Rafe towering over you, his eyes squinted at you with anger .

“ what” you spat out.

“ why are you ignoring me “ he asked , this time his voice a bit softer as if his feelings were hurt . You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, not feeling sympathetic to him . “ I think you’ve had enough of this “ he said attempting to take the drink away from your hand but you quickly pulled away from him. “ y/n I’m serious those boys your with could try something with-“

“ what? Try to fuck me ?” You responded with a smirk. Before Rafe could even respond you turned your back to him, filling back up the bit of alcohol you just drank. “ hey at least they would WANT to fuck a dirty pogue like me “ you responded before walking off, chugging your now 5th drink once again.

Rafe wanted to chase after you to apologize , but he knew if he did everyone would see you two together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

You stood over with the boys, one in particular getting very handsy. At first your plan was to make Rafe jealous, but at this point you knew in the end ask you wanted was Rafe and you had taken this’ flirting’ thing too far.

“ you should really let us see your tits” one of the guys said, tugging at the string of your bathing suit. You quickly swatted his hand away, getting nervous as you watched the group of guys circling around you.

“ no way” you laughed out, “ I can’t just show my breasts out here” .

“ oh c’mon” another said grabbing at your ass, which you immediately pushed his hand away. “ everyone’s too drunk to even notice” . You attention to back away from the grabby guy but the circle just kept enclosing around you.

“ okay guys” you laughed off nervously , but by now the guy had his hands around your waste , pulling you against your boner .

“ why don’t you come back to our hotel we can show you a really good time” the guy said , while his friend reached out, grabbing one of your breast.

“ no- please stop” you responded trying push yourself off of the guy behind you. All of a sudden you felt the guy behind you sling backwards, almost dragging you with him. You quickly caught yourself from falling before you turned around, only to see Rafe himself picking the guy back up by his throat .

“didn’t you hear her say no?!” Rafe yelled, the guy stumbling backwards as Rafe pushed him towards the water .

“ Rafe stop!” You yelled grabbing at his flexed biceps but to no avail.

“ the who’re was practically throwing herself on us man !” The guy tried arguing which really set Rafe off. Before you could even defend yourself, Rafe was throwing punch after punch, not even giving the guy a fighting chance. By then a whole circle of people were surrounding the fight , topper and kelce trying to pull Rafe off.

“ he’s down man he’s down!” Topper yelled at Rafe as he watched the nearly unconscious guy spitting blood out his mouth. Rafe squatted down, picking the guys face back up by his jaw.

“ touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you “ he spat out before pushing his head back down against the shore. Rafe quickly stood up, his jaw clenched walking straight towards you. He had pure rage written all over his face when he grabbed you by the forearm , making you follow him. You didn’t bother to hesitate, quickly following along with him. You were practically jogging trying to keep up with his lengthy legs as he walked quickly across the sand to his truck.

“ get the fuck in the truck” he gritted through his teeth, holding the passenger door open for you. You quickly climbed your way in his truck, him slamming the door before walking around to the driver side , getting in the truck with same aggressiveness. The ride back to your place was silent, the only sounds was the trucks engine revving up every-time Rafe pushed on the gas. You watched as his knuckles were pale white from squeezing so tight on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching over and over again. It was turning you on to the max but you decided to stay quiet, since he was way too upset at the moment .

You had finally made it to your house, your front porch light lighting the inside of the car up some.

“ thanks for the ride” you said softly before reaching for the door handle .

“ wait “ Rafe said , not taking his eyes off the street in front of you. He sighed heavily calming himself down before looking over at you. “ I didn’t mean what I said earlier” he spoke. You looked down. You knew he didn’t look at you like that, but to convince the kooks, that’s exactly what he had to say .

“ I know” you said softly looking over at him. The car stayed quiet , neither one of you knowing what to say but neither wanting to be away from each other. “ I wasn’t going to do anything with those guys” you said finally breaking the silence. Rafe stayed quiet, anger filling him just by picturing you getting fucked by one of those guys.

“ I was just trying to make you jealous” you said turning slightly in your seat facing towards Rafe. Rafe looked up at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ it very much worked” he replied. You chuckled slightly nodding your head.

“ I know and it was so hot “ Rafe laughed at your comment, shaking his head.

“ well everyone knows now too so” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“ I’m sorry” you replied softly while lowering your head.

“ princess it’s okay” he replied grabbing ahold of your face. “ everyone was bound to find out eventually “ he replied with a sincere smile.

“ I know but I forced it early and you weren’t ready” you replied , laying your head down in his head .

“ no “ he replied shaking his head. “ I don’t care who was around there’s no way I was about to let those guys keep touching you the way they were. “ you sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat .

“ well you wanna come inside?” You asked, feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“ of course princess “ he said taking the key out of the ignition .

He followed you to your front door, his eyes not leaving your bottom.

“ your ass really does look good “ he said before grabbing a handful.

“ behave yourself “ you joked before leading him inside your house.

It was about to be a loonnnng night .

***

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[maybankxw]

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okay name af zoe 🤝 character: RAFE u already know and it can be fluff + smut and maybe some angst too naurr sorry this is a mess i dont think i understood the assignment very well but i think u already know me a little too much so yeah u can come up with any scenario

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・The room was stuffy, colourful lights darted across the walls and the floor, highlighting bodies that moved to the beat as the songs kept switching one after another, the music drowning peoples chatter out.

・You tossed the glass of heavy cocktail down your throat, soaking into the black leather couch, the liquid warming your chest up, a little smile curling on your lips at the thought of Rafe coming back any minute now.

・Silky black dress showed a little bit of cleavage and barely covered your ass, revealing round hips, thin stripes tied into bows on your shoulders.

・“Wanna dance, princess?” husky male voice rolled over your body, making you shudder with pleasure, the scent of him invading your whole body, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.

・Soft lips grazed your earlobe, causing your head tilt to the side, revealing more space for his mouth to explore, “No, this is embarrassing,” you muttered, rolling your eyes, still sensing hot breaths on the skin of your neck.

・“Dance with me and I’ll reward you,” he growled, smiling against your hair, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of your shampoo, “Doesn’t a little girl like you know how to have some of fun?”

・Reluctantly, you stood up, you legs a little shaky, the tipsiness hitting your head, Rafe’s firm grip on your waist not letting you fall, “Good girl,” he left a kiss on the side of your head, dragging you towards the middle of the dance floor.

・His palms grabbed your hips, pressing your body into his tighter, closer, as you swayed to the music. Hard, hard erection pressed against your stomach through the layers of clothes made you grin.

・You loved playing with him always aiming for punishment. Adding a little fire to the tension that pulsed between your bodies, your hand sneaked down, cupping his cock teasingly, you still could feel him twitch through the rough material of his jeans. He growled, his nostrils flared, jaws clenched, his fingertips dug deeper in your thighs, the look on his face eager, his eyes darkening with lust.

・“Upstairs, now,” he commanded, his stare so intense, forcing you to submit.

・“Cameron, there you are,” two bulky guys shoed close to you both, “It’s time,” one of them announced, smirking, fiddling with something metallic in his hands.

・“Go upstairs, wait for me there,” Rafe squeezed you wrist painfully, meaning ‘don’t try to mess with this, I’m being serious’.

・When he came to find you, his lip was bleeding, his cheek red, knuckles wounded, “What’s wrong?”

・“Nothing.”

・“Look at me.”

・No response.

・“Why can’t you look at me?”

・No response.

・“Fine,” you scoffed, licking your lips in annoyance, “I’m leaving now, I’m so sick of your games, Rafe, of these secrets, this is fucking ruining me, why can’t you understand?”

・His eyes darted to you, but he remained silent. His lips parted, tears in the corners of his eyes glistening in a dim light as he struggled to think straight.

・“I told you, it was hard for me to be with someone, to reveal my feelings, and now, when I’m here so open and honest for you, you’re doing just that?”

・“Zoe, don’t leave,” a whisper approached you as you reached the doorknob, ready to twist it open, his fingertips closed over your arms, tugging you back to him and shoving against the wall, “I’ll do better,” lips met your ear, his voice raspy and beckoning, “Don’t leave me, baby.”

・He dropped down on the on the chair, pulling you onto him, your knees on both sides of his hips, straddling his thick thighs, “That’s my good girl, ride it, get off on me.”

・Sex made everything better.

・Bows of your dress fell down, as he untied the thin stripes, pushing your dress down , allowing it to rest on your waist, the knowing grin appeared on his face as he studied the curves of your breasts, capturing them in his mouth, one at a time, making you moan and close your eyes.

・His growls, so intimate, encouraged you to start moving, your panties already soaked as you rubbed yourself over his leg, “Rafe.”

・Mouth left your breast as he whispered “Zoe,” gaze leaned on your face, watching you roll your eyes in pleasure, his hands helping you to move faster, his head dove down, his lips deliberately sucking the skin of your neck, marking you as his.

・You felt the knot in your stomach unraveling as the wave of pleasure washed over you, your nails scratched his biceps in response to his groans as he nuzzled your throat, kissing his path up until his lips met yours.

・“Perfect, you’re perfect,” he murmured an inch away from your mouth, “And I’m a mess,” he panted, pulling you closer, “But we will work it out, just stay.”

playlist: ・die for you by the weeknd ・don’t tell em’ by jeremih ・all mine by plaza ・devilish by chase atlantic

[cwritesforfun]

Rafe Cameron x KookFem!Reader: Party Boy

You are a Kook and best friends with the Kooks.

Y/N = Your Name

**I don't own any of the Outer Banks characters**

Y/N's POV

Topper, Rafe, and I have been chilling at the Cameron household. Topper is hosting a party tonight at his place. He has yet to prepare for it. I personally just finished getting ready. I might add, I look hot af right now.

Rafe exclaims "Babe, you look hot as f***!"

He said what I was thinking! Omg!

I laugh, wink, and reply "You look hot too, babe."

Topper coughs and says "You two are gross."

Rafe snaps "Sorry I'm in a healthy relationship with a girl I love, Topper. You know what? I'm going to get drinks. I'll be back."

Rafe leaves the room.

I wait for him to disappear before I ask "So have you talked to you know who yet? Is she coming to the party?"

Topper sighs and says "She is. She doesn't seem too thrilled about it though. Is she riding with you?"

His crush is Sarah Cameron. He really likes her and I think he would make a great boyfriend.

I shrug and answer "Rafe is driving. She hasn't told me yet if she needs a ride."

He replies "Ugh. I wish I could tell her about my feelings, but I'm always around her when Rafe is around or I just feel too nervous to say it."

I reply "I was nervous around Rafe too. But he was drunk at a party and confessed his feelings. I made sure to tell him we could talk when he was sober. He was sad, so I spent the night and we talked in the morning. That was the start of us."

As the door opens, Rafe says "I was definitely not drunk."

I laugh and say "You were too. Remember, that one Touran was flirting with me and you were really bothered by it."

He replies "Drinking is fun. I don't regret it. I brought shots for everyone."

Oh no :/ I just do not want to be drunk so early in the day.

We all count to three and take the shots.

It burns my throat causing me to cough.

I ask "What was in that?"

Rafe answers "Vodka, orange liqueur, and lime."

I reply "Damn. That was tart. I was not prepared for that."

Topper replies "Your face is hilarious right now, Y/N."

I lightly shove him and he laughs.

The door opens and we see Sarah.

I hear Topper take a deep breath in.

Sarah asks "Hey guys! Um ... Topper, do you need help setting up your party tonight?"

Topper shrugs and says "Right... I need to set up and move breakables."

Bruh :/ I swear the two boys would be so lost if not for Sarah and I.

Sarah replies "I can help if you give me a ride to the party. Let me know when you head out."

Topper nods and says "Will do Miss Sarah will do."

Sarah turns to me and asks "Y/N, can I speak with you real quick?"

I nod and move to get up. Rafe grabs my wrist and says "I love you. Remember I'm your favorite Cameron."

I laugh and kiss him.

I walk off and walk with Sarah to her room.

We sit on her bed and I ask "Soo... what's up?"

Sarah exclaims "First off, you and Rafe look happier than ever."

I answer "It's because he took shots already."

She replies "Mhmm sure that's it. He is just tipsy. No way! Come on Y/N, you look so fu**ing hot in that outfit for the party. If you weren't already dating Rafe, you would be by the end of the night."

I laugh and say "Yeah my favorite Cameron said I was hot too."

She laughs and playfully slaps me.

She says "I can't believe Rafe keeps saying that. We've been friends longer than you and him. If anything, I'm your favorite."

I laugh and ask "So what did you need to talk about?"

She replies "Not so subtle topic change, well done. Well... Topper ... he ... uh you know I like him but he doesn't ever do anything about it. I was just wondering if you had heard anything about that."

I reply "Sometimes people are shy around their crushes. You're more outspoken with yours. Everyone is different. I'm sure if he feels the same way, he'll make sure he shows it and tells you soon."

She replies "You are right, but I just wish it was easier to deal with crushes. I just want to tell him how I feel and I want him to feel the same way."

I reply "I know Sarah ... Look, I'll be at the party too. You're always welcome to pull me off your brother to hang out with you or take you home. That means Rafe drives because I ride with him, but you get the point. I am here for you no matter what."

She hugs me and exclaims "I have no idea what I'd do without you."

I reply "I wouldn't be the same without you in my life. Heck I probably wouldn't even be dating Rafe."

She laughs and says "Gosh and I would hate him right now if that was the case. Ew no! I'm so glad you're here."

I reply "And I'm glad you're here too."

I hear "Babe! Get in here! Y/N!"

I sigh and exclaim "I guess I have to see what that is about."

Sarah laughs.

I leave her room and go back to where the boys are hanging out.

I walk into the room and see Topper balancing a wine glass on his head. He drops it off and catches it in his hands.

I ask "How did this start?"

Topper answers "Shots."

Rafe quickly says "No no no. We did not. We would never."

I give Rafe the "are you kidding me" stare and he laughs.

Rafe says "We may have had 4 shots."

Topper exclaims "He said it would be fun and it could be how I impress my crush at the party."

I reply "Yeah no. Be yourself. But hey you actually are pretty good at balancing things on your head, so maybe do that too. I just wouldn't do that first."

Topper replies "Yeah no of course not."

Rafe says "I would. That's just me though."

We stand around talking more before heading out to Topper's place. We all set up the place with the help of Kelce and his girlfriend too.

If you're wondering what Topper did before the party even started, yes he did balance something on his head. He balanced a cup full of water on his head and immediately it fell spilling all over the floor. Sarah was not impressed, but they apparently had a moment cleaning it up. That's what she told me at least.

At the party -

Topper's party honestly looks good. I have been dancing with Sarah and our friends for some of it. Topper has been with Rafe & Kelce the whole party, which is dumb because I thought he was trying to impress Sarah.

The DJ yells into the mic "This party isn't gonna start until I see someone salsa dance!"

People scream excitedly!

The DJ yells "Where is the host, TOPPER!"

The boys shove Topper to the dance floor.

The DJ yells "I will now pick the lady ... Ah yes ... her!"

I look and see him pointing in my direction.

I turn to Sarah and say "You go. You like him."

Sarah says "You heard the DJ. GO!"

Sarah then pushes me to the dance floor.

I walk up to Topper and say "Come on Top, let's dance."

He smiles and nods.

The music starts and we dance.

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During the dance, I try to find Rafe's eyes.

He looks so mad right now.

I mouth "I love you not him."

Rafe rolls his eyes.

Omg his attitude right now :/

I would be mad if he danced with a girl though.

I spin around and make eye contact with Sarah. She smiles and is laughing.

I mouth "You next."

She shakes her head violently.

I give her puppy dog eyes and stick my bottom lip out pretending to pout.

She cracks up more.

The dance ends.

I look for Rafe as I watch Topper approach Sarah.

I start to walk around the outside area looking for Rafe. I run to the front of the house and see him walking through the front area kicking things. I run faster and catch up to him.

I grab Rafe's wrist and say "Rafe, stop."

He stops walking and asks "Why? Go back to dancing with your boy ... friend."

I move to stand in front of him and I put my hand on his chest.

I exclaim "I only love you, okay. I danced with Topper because Sarah wanted me to. I told her to dance with him because ... sh** she'll be mad I told you. Well, okay she likes him. She wants to date him. She didn't want to dance with him, so she told me to. The DJ also picked me. I don't know why though. If the DJ had picked you and another girl, I would be just as mad as you are right now. Okay! I'm not interested in Topper, Rafe. I'm sorry for dancing with Topper. I meant it as a friend dance only. That's all I see him as. You are the only one I love and want to be with forever and ever."

He replies "You'd be happier with him though."

I quickly reply "No I wouldn't. I wou..."

He interrupts me by shoving off my hand and saying "I see how close you two are. You can spare me your lies. He even shares his secrets with you and he's known you a shorter amount of time. He trusts you. No telling what you tell him about me. He's nicer than me. He's smarter than me. He plans to attend college. You deserve him."

I exclaim "Stop. Stop telling me what I deserve. I deserve happiness. I'm happy with you. I deserve someone who makes me feel good inside and out. You do. I deserve to be in love. I am in love with you Rafe Cameron. You are nice to me. You are so smart. Never tell yourself that you are not. You're not going to college, so what? You have other plans to make money legally. I trust you. I share secrets with you and only you. I love you, Rafe."

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. He whispers "I love you too. Did I tell you how hot you looked tonight, babe?"

I reply "You didn't, but I can tell you think that."

He moves to look at me and I motion my eyes down then back up to his eyes.

He smirks and says "I'm not ashamed."

I smirk.

We kiss.

Guess where we end up having sex?

Topper's room

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THANKS FOR READING!!

ILY!!

Creds to me on Wattpad for this imagine ;)

[collecting-stories]

One of the Boys - Rafe Cameron

Request: Hi I’m so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I can request maybe a blurb or headcanon where the reader is basically the Kie of the 3 main kooks (Topper, Kelce, Rafe) if you want to add maybe a more special relationship can it be reader x Rafe? Just really fluffy supportive/protective friendship between the 4. Like maybe y/n has gone off on Ward and tried to fight Sarah after finding out she cheated on Top, maybe she basically lives with Kelce he doesn’t like being alone & his are absent?

A/N: I made this a headcanon cause I’ve never done one before and wanted to try it out...😬

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-You knew there were rumors surrounding your friendship with Rafe, Kelce, and Topper

-Three perfectly attractive guys

-All mostly single

-And you

-Hanging out with them ALL the time

-There were rumors and you’d heard all of them

-Usually that you were sleeping with one of them

-Or all of them

-You’d heard plenty of poly rumors

-And yeah, they were definitely hot enough that anyone of them could pull anyone they wanted

-But that wasn’t you

-Even if you had a massive soft spot for Rafe

-You had known all of them too long and too well to compromise something with a relationship

-You and Kelce met first.  

-Kindergarten.

-Back when he was talkative and energetic and open.

-Feels like a lifetime now but you can still remember being assigned his desk buddy.

-It was a few years later

-After the elementary schools on the Eight combined for middle

-that you met Topper

-Topper and Kelce were inseparable and you had no choice but to be best friends with the blond as well

-It was Top that introduced both of you to Rafe

-Kelce wasn’t always thrilled with the older boy

-You knew your best friend long enough to know when he didn’t like someone

-And he didn’t like Rafe

-But Rafe was friends with Topper and Kelce was friends with Topper and that was that

-You didn’t tell Kelce cause he was having a hard enough time but you had a crush on Rafe

-A MASSIVE crush

-The biggest crush imaginable

-But you swallowed that down almost immediately

-You couldn’t betray Kelce

-In eighth grade Kelce’s parents divorced and his mom got remarried

-Some asshole who made up for his shitty treatment of his family by constantly taking Kelce’s mom on trips

-The divorce was the last straw for his dad and when he walked out he didn’t come back

-Your own parents had never stopped living their couples’ life and you were usually home alone

-Which meant you and Kelce usually stayed at one or the others house

-Sometimes Topper and Rafe

-Not that Kelce was thrilled to see Rafe show up at your house for days at a time

-Once during a week alone  

-With Kelce on vacation with the Thornton’s

-Rafe showed up

-You swore to Kelce when he heard about it later that it was nothing

-Just friends

-But maybe the rumors were true

-Cause you and Rafe were apparently just friends who now hooked up on occasion

-Not that you told anyone EVER

-You were to Topper what Kelce was to Rafe

-More indifferent about each other  

-Until Sarah broke his heart

-When she showed her face again at the Island Club you practically snapped

-Okay  

-You literally snapped

-Like Rafe having to grab you around the waist and haul you off snapped

-Screaming that she was a cheater

-”How fucking dare you show your face here”

-”Go back to your fucking pogue friends”

-A little extreme maybe but you didn’t even realize how pissed you were

-The last time you’d freaked like that was after Rafe told you his dad kicked him out

-Thankfully you hadn’t been in the same vicinity as Ward

-You might’ve choked him  

-Rafe had calmed you down that time too

-”You need to chill the fuck out kid,”  

-”I am chill.”

-You weren’t though

-Rumors were whatever

-People could say what they wanted about you

-You didn’t care if they thought you were sleeping with all the guys

-And frankly it wasn’t a rumor when they decided to gossip about you and Rafe

-But you ABSOLUTELY lost it when they talked about the boys

-Like an over-protective mom or something

-They were your best friends  

-And yeah they were definitely morons sometimes

-But you still defended them

-Even when they were wrong

-You were always willing to stick your neck out for them  

-And you knew they would do the same for you

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[atlabeth]

for the ask game, ill give u some random combo so this would be more interesting hehe! peterkin, rafe, sarah, cleo, mr heyward

ahahah this is an interesting pairing lmao thank you

who i’d get drunk with: heyward, he's actually one of the only good dads in the series so i think it would be pretty chill getting drunk and hanging out w him lmao

who i’d make out with: rafe, i feel like this is the safest option in terms of canon rafe lmao he scares me. as for fanon rafe yeah im down mans is hot af

who i’d date: cleo my knife wife. i havent gotten v far into s2 but i love her already and she would be the best gf like i know she'd b the sweetest ever

who i’d marry: sarah the loml. my queen. she'd treat me right i know she would

who i’d punch: peterkin. listen i know it's not my brightest idea punching an officer of the law but neither is getting drunk with her and that was like the only other option lol. but i'd do it when she's off duty so i dont get convicted of a felony

[dayas]

18, 24, 33 💕

18. Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship.

I low key like... don’t understand this question 🙈 but tbh when Rafe was like “Tell Kiara she looks pretty hot for a Pogue” and JJ went FERAL for like two seconds I was like Jiara????? Mayhaps??? Full disclosure I didn’t start shipping them until I rewatched OBX for the second time! But yeah, the first time I saw that I was 👀👀👀👀

24. Do you mostly ship canon pairings?

I feel like I do 😂😭 I’m getting more into crackships now (mostly because of ✨racism✨ regarding the characters i.e. Bonnie Bennett, Finn, Marina Thompson, etc, so I have to fix everything myself 😍) but most of the time I’m down af for canon.

33. Name your favorite fanartist(s).

AH I DON’T EVEN THINK I HAVE ONE???? imma say alexis bc her jiara silouhettes are so freaking cool omg.

That’s all for this ask! Thanks for asking!

[caramelomachiato-blog]

The Shadowhunter chronicles faves (spoilers for lord of shadows)

Okay but I'd protect: Kieran, Mark, Christina, Ty, Kit, Livvy (;-;), Dru, Tavvy, Helen, Aline, Diana, Jem, Tessa, Will (;-;), Alec, Magnus, Max and Rafe, Raphael (;-;), Simon, Izzy, Maia, Max (;-;), Jules, Alec, Kieran, Ty, Livvy, Alec, Magnus, Kieran, Raphael, Ty, Livvy, Dru, Diana, *repeat* with my life I love them so much I love Kit and relate to him on a spiritual level. I love his relationship with the twins (especially Ty if ya know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) and his frustration with Shadowhunters (he's expressing the viewers words tbh). I love his understanding and need to protect Ty. It's great to see someone doing the right thing for my baby bee boy. I love Dru so much being a middle child is hard, especially when you're 'too young' for literally everything and people forced your younger sibling on you. Also she's beautiful and her talks of insecurities about shape and weight really hit it home for me and I'm sure lots of other. I literally cried when Jules said "You're our heart baby girl. You're the heart of the family." Tavvy is the cutest bean and needs protecting. That's all that needs to be said. Also if anyone hurts him I'll find you. I loved Diana a lot from the beginning. My attachment to the Blackthorns meant that anyone who was nice to them by association caught my interest and deserved attention. But I liked her character, especially when she essentially told Zara to shut the fuck up ngl. Her coming out story was a cherry on the cake tbh I wasn't expecting it and I cried over her story (also her sister ;-;). I love Diana's design too. She's overall a great Character. I love Helen and Aline so much. Their relationship, dedication, meeting, everything about them alone and in a pair is just so great. Also I'm high-key gay for both of them. But Aline dedication to her wife made me cry I'm-- I'm just in love with them ok? Okay but Tessa Jem Will Tho yass I love them I haven't even finished their series (I've read lord of shadows but I'm only on clockwork angel aka the first one ;-;). I live their dynamic. Tessa's just beautiful and great and smart and badass af. Jem is precious I love him. Will is so great I actually prefer his herondaleness to Jace's. I love their interaction. And their Camille and Magnus interaction were the goodest of good shits™ 👌. Do I really need an explanation for Max and Rafe tbh. Like Tavvy they're both adorable and amazing. Also Max is blue (I love the fact he's blue). If anyone ever hurts or bullies them I'm coming for that person. Simon and Izzy. Well what can i say, Izzy is hot and Simon is chill (mah man). He's honestly such a geek ("tell me a bedtime story" "k *plot of starwars*"). He should meet Kit tbh. I love Izzy in book and the TV show (and not just because Emeraude Toubia is impossibly attractive). I live her character. I love Simon's character. 'Nough said. Max, well, uh we don't talk about that. F U C K Y O U S E B A S T I A N M O R G E N S T E R N ! ! ! I loved Max so much, though, I wish I could have protected him personally. He was so cute and loved reading and felt like no one noticed or listened to him or borderline ignored. (That sounds familiar call out post to my toxic friends and family). He's a 13 year old boy you should be ashamed! Tbh I loved Maia since I first read about her in the books. She was so strong and badass and pretty and great. Also that one time where izzy says if she was attracted to girls she'd tap that ass. Also when she killed that asshole I was like yasssss queen slay!!! Rip Kyle tho I miss him. She pretty great in the TV series too, W E A RE N O T T A L K IN G A B O U T T H E C L O S E T S C E N E I R E P E AT N O T!! Jules, Jules, Jules... he's a fucking amazing brother lets start with that. He's had to essentially, apart from Emma and Diana look after his siblings, the institute and everything else singlehandedly. He's always there for them. He's also an artist ! That's great I love artist characters idk. Can we also talk about his way with words dang dang diggity dang dang dang he can talk anyone into seeing to his POV or believing his words. He a great boi. He just needs (some milk, sorry it's 2 am) a permanent vacation with Emma in an AU where parabatai bonds won't make you crazy if you be fucking yo parabatai. So he can fuck Emma, essentially is what I'm, ever so subtly, getting at it. Christina Rosales is beautiful and deserves the world and to stab Zara Fucking Dearborn through the heart. Ok I love her but I love Kieran more so she better not hurt my boi Kier. Also I'm down for some KierArkTina anytime as long as they spend some (a great amount) time to sort out their issues and love each other properly. Mark is great tbh (but again I love Kieran more so don't hurt him mah boi). Like I love his personality and character and appearance and speech patterns they're like the perfect blend between nephilim and faerie and I love that. I love him, that coat scene tho and the kitchen scene and the many scenes where he talks to inanimate objects. Also the make out scenes got diggity damn kierark. Also talking about kierark ppl be like Kieran was so bad to mark yeah but mark was bad to Kieran too. I'm not excusing mah boi here or mark but yeah they both not angels (hahaha). Tbh I loved Raphael so much (also saphael). He was so great I loved this lil asshole so much I cried when he died so much. S E BA S T I A N F U C K IN G M O R G E R N S T E RN !! ! Also ! Ace! representation ! Is ! Important ! I'm! Happy! But yeah Rip this babe. I loved Ty and Livvy ever since I first read them in the books, I was super excited for an autistic character and related to Livvy as my little brother is also autistic. (Livvy deserved better tbh). They're just so great and cute, I love them. We don't deserve them tbh. I love ty, I'm sorry, Sherlock so much and his twin sister (Euros lol don't shoot me) is an inspiration. Livvy is so protective and I love her. Ty is just so protective and I love him. I love them both so much. Kieran, mah boi, my sass ball, my salty bitch, my faerie boi, my king's son, my slayer, my great handsome beautiful amazing boi. Okay I don't even know why I love him so much I just do. He's misunderstood and before yall bitch at me like oh that poor special snowflake he Hurting he misunderstood poor bean do he need a tiny violin to play sad music for him where's thE P R O O F OF T H I S BI T C H ! !! Yall can read up on this subject on other post about it I've reblogged. O K A Y he did some bad things he regrets and wished he could rewind and stop. Um. So has almost every other fricking character in this book series apart from really young kids don't just blame my baby gods guys. Magnus is just the best, if you hate him you're wrong doesn't matter who you are or what ever. You're wrong. He's a great great bf, fiancée, future husband, father, future uncle, babysitter, cat sitter, lover, friend, Warlock, person and soul. I love him I'd give up all my soul and body for him. I worship him, I love his design, speech patterns, personality, methods, over all character and just everything. If I wasn't attracted to female only I'd high-key be crushing on Magnus Bane. Bi the way (see what I did there) he great don't ever hurt. Also he slays. And Harry Shum Jr. does a great job portraying him in the series, he great. Drop everything because you've come to the last of the superior squad (Ty, Livvy, Kieran, Magnus and Alec) Buckle the fuck up guys it's time to go for a spin in the Mystery mobile (or w/e the fuck it's called). Ah Alec, my biggest fave rivalled only by Ty my other biggest fave, he's so handsome brave and amazing. Malec is like supreme OTP (with Kitty and Kierark of course) I live for their dynamic both in the book and on the screen in the TV show. I love Alec as he's incredibly relatable, beautiful, great with kids, a great leader, a great bf/financée/lover/husband, a great person. I love him. If i could if adopt him as my son. I'm screaming he's just so good. Also he hecka attractive for a guy if i was a guy 10/10 would bed and we'd this handsome boi. Also the way he roasted Zara Dearborn, she was more like deadborn back then. (Also when Kieran joined in I cried tears of joy). When are we gonna talk about his alleged bondage kink btw? Hmu with fic and Fanart with this if you have it. In conclusion I love them all very much! Special mentions to: Gwyn, Arthur, Malcolm (idk why), Annabel (kinda i guess), Jaime (Un petit peu), Nene, Nerissa and Aodaon (?) (he cute).

[collecting-stories]

Winona - Rafe Cameron

Request: no.

A/N: Just some shit about Rafe being a dad that got stuck in my head. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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Even when Rafe was a kid there were just somethings he was absolutely sure of. One of those, the one that seemed to top every list he made, the one that rattled around in the back of his head at every family holiday party, the one he was absolutely, a million times sure of, was that he was never ever going to have a kid. Or a family at that. But most definitely not a kid.  

It wasn’t that he hated kids. When Sarah was born he’d been so excited to have a little sister. And again with Wheezie. He wasn’t always the best but being a big brother was arguably one of the most important things in his life. But even still, he didn’t want kids. He tried to be a good brother but his dad had certainly never tried to be a good father. They clashed constantly and all Rafe could imagine when he thought about kids was one hating him as much as he hated Ward.  

He was never going to have children. It was final.  

When he was in college everyone asked him what he was going to do when he got out and the answer was always exactly the same. Work. For his father. Not the dream but a decent income and he couldn’t imagine leaving the Outer Banks. He’d live in a condo or a house or whatever on the Eight and he’d maybe marry, he wasn’t opposed to the idea, but he would definitely never have kids.  

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“Daddy!”  

“Win,” Rafe groaned, trying to roll over and knocking the little girl over on the bed, “what are you doing awake?”

“What are you doing not awake?” She retorted, little fingers prodding at his cheeks.  

-

That was the plan of course, until he met you. After college, working part time for his dad on a project, you were not his usual type. That is, you had a kid. A two-year-old named Winnie who came with you on occasions when you couldn’t find a babysitter. She was talkative, even at two, and less of a deterrent than Rafe thought when he finally asked you out.  

He wasn’t the only one who knew that he was never going to have kids. He’d said as much to Sarah and Wheezie on numerous occasions. After Sarah and John B got married (not something he was thrilled about but also not something he could change) and she started talking about kids he was quick to admonish her. Why would anyone in their right mind, especially someone who had grown up with their dad, want a kid?

“You’re really going out with her?” Wheezie had asked when he first told her that he had asked her out.

“Why?”

“Cause she’s got a kid, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, so what?” Rafe was barely even paying attention to his sister at this point.  

“So...” Wheezie rolled her eyes, as if it's obvious, “you don’t want kids.”  

“It’s not my kid.”

That was Rafe’s prime argument. Winona wasn’t his kid. She had a dad. He was a deadbeat loser that swore up and down he wanted a kid until she was actually born and then he hit the road, leaving the Outer Banks and you far behind him. It was a tough situation but it didn’t change anything in Rafe’s mind. Winona wasn’t his and she never would be and that was fine. He didn’t want kids. He just wanted to date you.  

And for a little while that’s all it was. Just the two of you going on dates, you’d stay over when you could leave Winona with your mom, it was like being single and childless again. It was fun but you knew it couldn’t stay that way forever. You had more responsibilities than Rafe and you liked him but you honestly couldn’t be sure that he had any interest in raising a kid. So you did the one thing you desperately didn’t want to do, you broke up with him. Or, you almost did.

“I just think we want really different things; I mean...I have a daughter to think about and anyone I let in has to be willing to accept that. I’m not saying I expect you to be her dad but we’re a package deal.” You said. You were sitting on the back deck of his condo, looking out over the beach, and any other time in the world you would’ve loved the view but today it all felt gray.

Every logic part of Rafe was screaming for him to walk away from this. It was exactly what he didn’t want. He couldn’t raise a kid, he shouldn’t raise a kid.  

Before he could actually think though he could hear himself saying, “I’m in.”  

“What?”

“I’m in. Totally, completely in.” Rafe said, still hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. How could it be that he was so completely willing to do a 180 when he had spent his entire life convinced that he would never have or raise children. Rafe was always positive that he would make a terrible father. He had no interest in children, especially ones that weren’t actually his. But then he was telling you that he was totally ready to accept the responsibility of helping you raise your daughter and it was like something in him changed.  

No one would ever claim that Rafe was a man of his word but when he told you that he was all in with Winona he wasn’t lying.  

“I think you’re actually spoiling her,” you mentioned the first time you caught him carrying your daughter, by then three, on his shoulders. He’d sworn that morning that he was going to drop her off at the babysitter’s but instead he’d brought her with him to work, walking her through the newly gutted house and talking to her like she was touring the place.  

“I’m showing her around, isn’t that right Win?” He tilted his head back and Winona put her hands on his face, leaning over to see him.  

“We’re tractors!”  

“Contractors,” Rafe corrected, looking down at you. Winona held his hair, not tight enough to hurt, and laid her head on top of his.

“She was supposed to go to the babysitters.”

He shrugged, “I barely have work today, why pay someone to watch her when I can?”

Rafe was better with Winona than anyone thought he would be. He was more patient than he’d ever been, even with his sisters. You were surprised sometimes, when you would lose your temper after a long day, that he managed to keep it together. He loved Winona as much as you did, as much as he would have if she was his own kid and, by all intents and purposes, she was his. She’d never known another father-figure, Rafe was the first guy you dated after your ex left you and when she started calling him dad no one corrected her.  

-

“Daddy,” Winona whined again, trying to pull Rafe’s eyelids up when he closed his eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. “Daddy, wake up.”

“I’m awake Winnie...” he groaned, swatting her hands away. She laughed, scrunching her face up the same way you did when you bothered about something.  

“Mommy said we’re going for waffles so get ready mister!”

“Yeah?” He yawned, stretching his up above his head. Winona was five now and a soon to be big sister, her excitement at the prospect of a baby growing every day. Lately you’d been roping her into your waffle craving though she was more than happy to go along with it.  

“Waffles!” She insisted.

When she tried to poke him again, Rafe grabbed her, tickling her sides and smiling when she squealed at him. You could hear Winona’s shrieks down the hall and came into the room, “are you guys ready yet?”

“Daddy won’t get up.”

“Well then we’ll go without him,” you teased as Winona came to the end of the bed, reaching her arms out for you like she was still a toddler wanting to be held. You lifted her up, careful of your stomach as you placed a hand under her. “I’m a living chair.”

“Winnie,” Rafe called, catching her attention once again. “Why don’t you get your shoes on, we’ll be right there.”

Winona slid down your side, feet hitting the carpet before she took off down the hall for her bedroom. Rafe finally got out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before ducking into the bathroom. You came over to the door, leaning against the frame while you watched him get dressed.  

“Between the two of you I get no peace, you know that.”  

“Can you blame me?” You shrugged, “watching my super hot husband be all domestic and cute with our kid.”  

“You want waffles or sex?” Rafe joked, stopping in the doorway to kiss you before heading back into the room to finish getting ready.  

“Both?”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Winona called, shoes hitting the hardwood as she ran down the hall, appearing once again in the doorway. “Come on people! I don’t got all day!”

“I guess waffles.” You laughed, “come on, we’ll go wait in the car.”

Rafe had been positive, for most of his life, that by the time he was 27 he would be doing the exact same thing as he was at 20, partying, working for his dad, dating around. He certainly hadn’t expected that he would be married or raising a kid or expecting another. It wasn’t what he had wanted at 20 but now he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.  

-

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One I think so saw when you posted this and then I got super busy and now I am mad at myself that I forgot about it. Could you add me to your taglist love? I do not know why I didn’t do it earlier, but this can not happen again haha. Anyway I am convinced this will be great! 😘

This was the kiss of all kisses. It breathed life into you. - oh god this sounds amazing wow

His hands found your wrists, moving them to your sides, keeping them locked against his grip & the wall behind you. - This is hot AF omg 🥵

Adrian’s fingers gripped your wrist tighter, almost painfully, - hmm I feel like he really had to fucking work hard here to stop himself haha like to behave and not be who he really is bc he is playing a part right now

The kiss felt a lot more than just that, it felt like a commitment, a promise. Fuck, you really needed to call your therapist. - haha girl I feel you

It appeared as if he was deeply & rightfully upset with you. It made your chest feel hollow & cold. You had done nothing wrong… so why? - and like the way she can see his true self in his eyes. He can not hide his darkness…

“I mean, where do you have to go at one in the morning? But still. I was a dick. I’m sorry.” - smart move dude, collect yourself and be nice again play the part

“No!” You cried, shooting up in your bed. You coughed, grabbing your neck to ensure that you were breathing. - Omg that dream or is it a dream? Or a memory I am intrigued anyway. Poor babygirl I hate nightmares. I want to hug her tight

This time, you knew the piece being played. - oh piano guy

Piano Sonata was what your mother played for you. She said it was your favorite lullaby as a baby. It was one of the few things she did after your accident that soothed you. But you didn’t want it. You didn’t want to be soothed by what had soothed you before. That wasn’t you anymore.  - hmm does piano guy know this? And if he know how and aghh so many questions. Your mind is fantastic omg dude

You pulled back, catching your breath, but you hardly got any before Adrian sealed the distance again. - okay so the boldness of this move it is like super sexy but also in this context a little scary how much control he is trying to have over her.

“That kid sure has a violent streak. Was he like this down south?” - oh god how “rafe” of him to get into a fight haha and also oh so excited that we soon may find out some more shit about him. Because ofc she knows rafe from her other life aghhh

“No? I thought you two were from the same town.” - omg omg she is getting closer too the truth. All I want to know now is how they knew each other before

“So you’re not from Kildare?” - yeah ofc hmm wonder what rafe told the bartender

“You don’t get to know everything.” - she is so badass and I love her aghh how she knows what she wants and challenges him not just going along with his bullshit!!

Okay okay I am so excited for the next part omg dude you are amazing at this suspense thing I have so many questions and I just need you to write more because you are amazing this is amazing 😍😍

Awake

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART FOUR

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4.4K

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART THREE

SERIES MASTERLIST

[THIS SERIES WILL CONTAIN INACCURATE MEDICAL CONDITIONS. I HAVE CERTAINLY MADE THIS DISEASE UP & DO NOT CLAIM ANY OF IT TO BE ACCURATE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DNFI]

a reminder that Rafe uses the alias Adrian in this story

It was surreal. Being kissed. Adrian kissing you. It was in that moment that you were grateful for your long term amnesia. This was the kiss of all kisses. It breathed life into you. 

You gasped into the kiss, Adrian taking the opportunity to delve his tongue into the cave of your mouth. Your fingers gripped the sides of his jacket, unsure if you were hanging onto him for your own stability or because you wanted him pressed closer.

The cold wall of your building met your back as Adrian pushed up against it. You grunted softly to which Adrian moaned somewhere deep within his chest. 

His hands found your wrists, moving them to your sides, keeping them locked against his grip & the wall behind you. 

Adrian continued to kiss you heatedly, hardly giving you a chance to keep up. You could feel yourself growing dizzy. You didn’t want it to stop, you wanted it to go & go & go. But a lot was happening. Even though it was good, made you feel good, you needed to slow down.

“Adrian…” You breathed, breaking the kiss. His lips hovered just over yours. You could tell he was holding back, you were too. 

“I have to go.” Adrian’s fingers gripped your wrist tighter, almost painfully, but then the feeling disappeared as he took a step back.

You watched in a daze as he ran a hand through his loosely styled brown hair. He didn’t look at you, instead peering almost angrily at the cement.

“I’m sorry. I…” But the words died on your tongue. What could you say? That you needed to slow down because this was your first kiss? But that would technically be a lie too. Then you’d have to explain why that was only a half-truth. You weren’t ready for that.

“Somewhere to be at one in the morning?” His question surprised you, mostly because of the tone that came with it. 

The answer was actually yes, you needed to clock in for your hours on the warm-line. But again, comes the questions of why you work a job so late at night. 

As you stood there, mulling all this over, you realized how fast the two of you had moved. A kiss was fine, but there was something more there stirring beneath. The kiss felt a lot more than just that, it felt like a commitment, a promise. Fuck, you really needed to call your therapist. 

“I had fun.” You finally responded, choosing to ignore his snobbish question. “We should do it again soon.”

You meant it. But you decided you’d talk to your therapist before you saw Adrian again. You did want to see him though. More of him, as much as you could. It was already a task having to stop kissing him. A sinking feeling formed in the pit of your stomach as you briefly thought about how far it may have gone if you hadn’t stopped it.

When Adrian finally raised his eyes from looking at the ground, meeting your own, you saw something that unsettled you. It appeared as if he was deeply & rightfully upset with you. It made your chest feel hollow & cold. You had done nothing wrong… so why?

“I’ll call you.” 

With that, you pushed yourself off from the wall, practically speed walking to the front doors of your building. But you hadn’t made it before something stopped you, gently yanking you backwards.

“_____, wait, I’m sorry.” Adrian rushed out as he turned you to face him. 

You resisted his pull, but he was stronger, forcing you to stay.

“I thought you were just trying to get away from me.” He half scoffed, half laughed, though his eyes were apologetic. “I mean, where do you have to go at one in the morning? But still. I was a dick. I’m sorry.”

You swallowed down a lump that had formed in your throat. Licking you lips, you contemplating telling him that you did have somewhere to go: work. But you didn’t want to explain. Not yet. 

“I shouldn’t need a reason to go, Adrian.” Your voice shook as you defended your reasoning, “You should respect that.”

“I know, I know. I just…” He sighed, his eyes staring solemnly into yours, “I don’t want you to go.”

Your heart fluttered at his statement. You felt your muscles relax. Shaking your head, you offered a small smile, “I’m just across the street. I’m not far.”

“Feels like it.” Adrian responded quickly.

You pressed your lips together, loosening his grip on your arm to gently intertwine your fingers with his, “I had fun. And I like you, too.”

That made him smile, the sweet one that made you swoon the first time you met him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes playfully, “I’ll call you, okay?”

“Yeah.” He sighed softly, clearly disappointment but he braved another smile for your sake, “Sweet dreams, _____.”

“Goodnight, Adrian.”

You couldn’t breathe. You tried to scream but your throat was burning. Nothing was coming out. It was dark, complete darkness. And cold. You couldn’t see your own hands in front of you. Still though, you reached, grasping for anything. You could feel your heart racing. Is this what death felt like? God, you just wanted to breathe.

Then suddenly, your hand breached something. So you went towards it. 

A gasp escaped you as you emerged from the depths of a black ocean. The sky above you was gray yet cloudless. Your legs kicked below you as you fought against the rough currents. It was hard to tell where you were.

You couldn’t swim, your body too cold to function properly. It was so, so cold. 

Then you noticed your hands as you held them just above the surface of the water. They were bloodied, scratched, nails broken. A shudder absorbed you. 

A crack of thunder sounded above you & the sky suddenly went black. The waves grew rougher. You tried to fight them but water kept getting into your mouth. You could feel yourself sinking again. 

You kicked your legs, fighting with all your might to stay above. The waves grew taller, until they were thrashing you around. Another crack of thunder followed by a lightning strike. 

And then something grabbed you. From below. It wrapped firmly around your ankle & yanked. You disappeared under the waves, returning to the darkness.

The burning in your throat began. You swung your limbs but it was freezing. The entity kept pulling you further down. 

You opened your mouth, a scream reading from your throat.

“No!” You cried, shooting up in your bed. You coughed, grabbing your neck to ensure that you were breathing. 

The room was dark, reminding you of your nightmare. You swung your legs over the side of your bed & flicked on the light. The time on your phone said it was just a little past 7 in the morning. You hadn’t been sleeping long. 

Holding your head in your hands, you continued to calm your breathing. It had been too long since you had that nightmare. For the longest time it was all you dreamt about. Your therapist said it was your subconscious reliving your accident. 

But this one was different. In your old nightmare you were just repeatedly thrashed against a cliff-face until you woke up screaming. This time, you were dragged under. 

You sat for some time, the nightmare prevalent in your mind. You knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep—which irritated you more than anything. It was too early in the day to be awake. You’d have to find ways to not fall back asleep.

Begrudgingly getting out of bed, you slipped into the hallway leading to your kitchen. The blinds were drawn throughout the apartment in time for the rising sun, thought it was gray these days. 

You made some tea & sat on the lounger in the living room, listening intently to the sounds of the world waking up outside. You inhaled slowly, breathing in deeply the scent of your tea. The horns & rumbling of distance trains became an early morning cacophony. But then, in the midst of it. 

It wasn’t clear at first, just under the surface of the city soundtrack. But it slowly made its way to you. 

This time, you knew the piece being played. 

It was Frank Bridge’s Piano Sonata H.160.

Chills ran up your spine. You sat up, your nearly empty cup of tea dangling loosely from your fingers. 

No. Against your better judgement, you approached your blackout blinds, fingering the sides of them, wanting to rip them down to peer across the street. But you held back, your breathing returning in a panic.

Piano Sonata was what your mother played for you. She said it was your favorite lullaby as a baby. It was one of the few things she did after your accident that soothed you. But you didn’t want it. You didn’t want to be soothed by what had soothed you before. That wasn’t you anymore. 

So your mother never played it for you again & that was the last you heard of it. 

Until now.

The piece abruptly stopped then. No fading or transition. Just a sudden stop in the middle of a movement. 

There was a ringing in your ears. You felt dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut. 

Breathe. 

Then a ding.

You opened your eyes slowly. Another ding.

Your phone.

Licking your lips, you sped walked to the kitchen sink & placed your cup inside before making way to your bedroom. 

On your nightstand your phone was lit up. Checking it, you had a message. From Adrian.

Thinking of you.

You frowned. Something in your gut twisted. Your mind wandered, wondering…but you shook your head. He wasn’t the piano maestro. And it wasn’t strange that he was texting you this early. It was normal hours for him, anyway. 

Ignoring the message, you placed your phone face down & sat on your bed, reaching over for your laptop.

You needed to talk to your therapist.

It was the end of the week, a Friday to be exact. The Captain’s Quarters was expectedly busy. Adrian convinced you to come out to a pre-Halloween party at the bar. He too didn’t know anyone but wanted to see you. How could you say no?

You nearly did though. After you called up your therapist & had an unexpectedly long session, you figured it’d be best to keep your distance in the meantime.

You hadn’t told your therapist about Adrian, not wanting her to advise against it. If that were to be the case you knew it would likely be in your best interest, but damnit you were stubborn when it came to making your own decisions. 

Still though, your therapist was concerned. You could tell she knew that you weren’t telling her everything but she never pushed. When you told her about your nightmare, how it changed, she had asked if there had been any new major changes in your life.

You had replied sarcastically, “Moving.”

But the both of you knew it was something more. 

Her advise was to take a week off from work, stay in better contact with your family & friends, being to sure to take your medication consistently, as well as allowing yourself to be stuck with the lows of your condition. 

It was all things you had heard before but hearing them again certainly helped.

Adrian contacted you much during the week, most of the time you ignored him, wanting that distance. But the heart wanted what the heart wanted. When he invited you out to the Halloween party, you couldn’t find it in you to say no.

Plus, you wanted to dress up & have fun. Adrian was perfect for that.

So there you were, sitting at the end of the bar next to Adrian who wore a Burger King crown, & you threw together a haphazard costume trying to resemble Dizzy from the Descendants. 

Despite the bar being geared towards an older crowd, the crowd tonight was surprisingly younger. Adrian & you fit in perfectly. 

Much to your chagrin, the bartender who was bitchy to you last time was behind the counter but because it was a Friday night, you were served mostly by a different bartender who was a lot more pleasant. 

You allowed yourself one drink tonight, taking your therapists advice a little bit more serious than usual. The gin & tonic was sweet, the lime a nice touch. You sipped on it slowly, wanting it to last as long as it could.

Adrian sat adjacent to you at the corner of the bar, his second beer nearly empty. He was laughing at some patrons who were seated nearby, clearly drunk.

You followed his line of sight, noticing that a Fox was miserably hitting on a gothic countess. You smiled in embarrassment for the guy. 

“I’m relieved you came tonight.” Adrian shared suddenly. Your smile fell.

You frowned, nervously picking at the straw in your drink, “Oh?”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He teased, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar, “You’ve been dodging me all week.”

Your stomach churned at his accusation. In a way, he wasn’t wrong. But in another way, he was way off. His tone suggested you were avoiding him because of him, when really it was because of you. 

Your lids fluttered as you stumbled trying to find your words, “Oh, no. I, uh. I wasn’t dodging you.”

Adrian perched is eyebrows, not believing you.

“Not like that, anyway.” You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink. 

“Sorry, I just. I’m kind of going through something & wasn’t in the headspace for—well, for this.” You admitted.

He nodded, his eyes focused on his beer as your words sunk in. You pressed your lips together, it was the truth. Technically you weren’t lying. But the more you actively kept parts of yourself from him the sicker it made you feel. This guy was just trying to get to know you, & he was honest about his intention. Where could you even begin to return the favor?

“Okay.” Adrian said monotoned, “Everything okay?”

You opened your mouth to answer but then closed it. You shrugged your shoulders, “Could be a lot better if I’m being honest. But this is a good start.”

You gestured to the energetic atmosphere of the bar & smiled at Adrian, “Really, I mean it. I’ll admit I was weary to come back here but I’m happy I did.”

Adrian gave a half-smile, his eyes twinkling, “Me too. Honestly, I don’t know what the hell you are but you’re cute. Real cute.”

The compliment out of the blue forced you to blush. You lowered your chin, taking a big sip of your drink. It was nearly empty & it was barely past eight. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled around your straw. 

Chilly Down from the Labyrinth began playing at that moment. The crowd erupted with excitement & people began to form their own dance floor. You giggled at the action now having sucked down your gin & tonic.

Adrian propped his hand up on the bar in your direction, “The king requests a dance with the eccentric maiden.”

Instinctively you wanted to stay no, but before you could properly think about it, you placed your hand in his, a wide smile stretching across your face. 

Adrian spun you into the middle of the floor, the two of you easily falling into the growing crowd. You danced as best as you could to the song, what with it being a bit more sporadic then you would’ve liked. But Adrian kept it going. 

One hand was loosely on your waist as you two hopped about, uncaring of anyone who may be looking. But guessing by the surrounding dancers, no one paid you a glance. 

You had to give it to the only alcoholic drink you had tonight. It certainly helped you loosen up. Adrian & you danced for what felt like hours, until there was a light sheen of sweat across your skin. 

There was one point that made your pulse jump. Adrian had your back to him, pressing himself firmly against you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck & it sent shockwaves throughout your body. 

It was at that moment that you were unsure if it was the alcohol, your unexplored inhibitions, Adrian’s boldness, or even all of the above, that made you grip his hands. With a firm grasp, you spun around, gazed up at Adrian with hooded eyes, then leaned in.

Adrian’s mouth was hot & wet, making you moan quietly into it. You felt as one of his hands gripped the back of your head, pressing his mouth harshly against your own. You pulled back, catching your breath, but you hardly got any before Adrian sealed the distance again. 

You gasped into his mouth, your chest being crushed against his own as his arms wrapped securely around your body. You completely forgot about where you were, how many people you were surrounded by. It felt so good. It felt so so good. To not be you for once.

Not the old you who felt pressured to come out of hiding from family, or even the you that was born into this stranger’s life. In that moment, you were in absolute bliss, sharing a heated kiss with one of the most good-looking guys you had ever laid your eyes on.

For a second time, you pulled away, & pulled enough away to really look at Adrian. His eyes were heavy as they peered longingly at your mouth. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. You hadn’t ever been looked at that way before, but you knew it the second you saw it. It made your knees weak. It also made you nervous.

Adrian had just begun to close the distance when something shoved into your backside, knocking you forward. For a split second the wind was knocked out of you. You gasped, your hands shooting directly to your diaphragm. 

It made you think of your nightmare. The bar scene blurred around you, as you balanced yourself against the corner of the bar. You closed your eyes, the burning in your lungs making you panic. The dark waves returned. It was too loud. You needed to breathe, you needed to get out.

To your luck though, your lungs began to slowly let air in, short shallow gasps escaping your mouth as you breathed in as much air as your lungs could allow. As the seconds, which felt like long agonizing minutes, ticked by, the world around you became more clear.

As your vision focused & the bar noise became clearer, you were confused to hear shouting. Still pressing your hands to your front, you slowly turned around in response to the roaring of voices.

Much to your surprise—and horror—you noticed Adrian in the midst of a fight against another guy. A majority of people were trying to break it up, but no one could get Adrian off the guy.

Rushing forward, your breathing long forgotten, you pushed your way through the throng of costumes to get to Adrian.

By the time you reached him, you reached forward to grab his arm, the one that was repeatedly swinging downwards to make contact with the other guy’s face.

“Adrian, stop!” You tried to shout but your voice was still hoarse & too muffled among all the shouting.

Elbowing others, you grabbed Adrian again, this time firmer, with both hands. In a blind rage, Adrian paused momentarily to turn & shove you off him. Pushed backwards over people’s feet, you fell to your butt. It was only then that Adrian realized who he has pushed. 

You winced slightly from the impact that your hands managed to catch you on, your wrists sore from the fall. In another flashing moment, Adrian was in front of you, pulling you to your feet as gently as he could in the sea of people & excitement.

“_____, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” He was breathing heavily, his face flushed red & slick with sweat. 

You looked over his shoulder, the people behind either checking on the man still on the floor or glaring daggers into Adrian’s back as he tended to you with care, much unlike the unbridled fury he was consumed by just moments ago. 

“What happened?” You could barely hear your own voice in the atmosphere of the bar. So much had happened in a short amount of time that you were having a hard time getting your bearings together.

Before Adrian could answer you, a bartender appeared—a man—gripping Adrian’s shoulder & yanking him away from you.

“You’re outta here, kid.” Adrian resisted against the man who was much bigger than he was as he got dragged out of the bar. 

In a rush to catch up to him, you quickly returned to the bar to get yours & Adrian’s things. You had just slipped your phone into your bag when the bartender whom you didn’t like that much handed you a wet rag. There was a mild look of concern on her face as she peered at you.

Her mouth moved but you couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Sorry.” You responded.

“Don’t apologize to me. It’s that boy who should be apologizing to you.” She nodded to the rag on the bar, “Your nose is bleeding, kid.”

“What?” Bringing your fingers to your nose, a tender pain flared. When you pulled your fingers away there was indeed blood.

“I don’t…” You didn’t recall hitting your nose on anything but the pain you felt said otherwise.

“When that guy knocked into you, you smacked your face on the edge here.”

You shook your head, but all you could remember was just not being able to breathe. You accepted the rag & brought it to your nose, titling your head back.

“That kid sure has a violent streak. Was he like this down south?” The bartender asked as she took yours & Adrian’s half-empty beer glasses. 

You hiked your bag further up over your shoulder, shaking your head once, “I wouldn’t know.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, “No? I thought you two were from the same town.”

Titling your head back to eye-level, you pulled the rag away from your face, a twist forming in your chest, “We’re both from the South, but that’s all I know.”

“So you’re not from Kildare?”

Your throat went dry, your nose long forgotten. The bar around you slowed & quieted as you felt your head spin. The only thing you could focus on was how heavy your lungs felt. 

“You sure you’re alright? Need me to call you a cab?” Her voice was muted, but you managed to shakily leave the rag on the bar & turn around, navigating your way outside.

As soon as you stepped into the chilly October air, you inhaled deeply, letting yourself rest against the brick face of the bar. 

How would she know Kildare? How would Adrian? You had never told him where you were from…had you? God, you couldn’t remember. You shouldn’t have drank as much as you did. Now everything was blurring together. But you couldn’t have told him. It was your past. You never spoke about your past.

The twisting in your chest spread to your stomach, making you nauseous. Despite how cool it was outside, & how late, you felt overheated. You needed to get home. 

You were about to head back inside the bar to have the bartender call you a cab when you heard your name being called. 

Across the street, through hazy eyes, you could make out Adrian in his ridiculous costume. Your lips parted as he crossed the street, jogging over to you.

“Adrian…” You began but he pulled you into him before you could say more. When your nose connected with his shoulder you winced, pulling away.

“Hey hey, are you okay?” He held your face to inspect you, noting your nose. “Shit. That fucking guy, I should’ve broken his nose for this.”

“Stop. I’m fine.” You shrugged out of his hold, peering at him with narrowed eyes. You huffed, unsure how to look at him. 

“What happened in there?” You questioned, gesturing to the door of the bar, “One second everything was fine & the next you’re a hurricane.”

Adrian pressed his lips together, his nostrils flared as he glared at the bar, “Some asshole fucking shoved you, _____. He got what he had coming.”

“Was it an accident?” You asked. Adrian remained quiet, his eyes on the cement, “Adrian, was it an accident?”

“I don’t know! I don’t. Someone put their hands on you, that’s all I saw.”

You sighed heavily, the pain in your nose returning as you sniffled. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head, “You need to go, Adrian.”

“What?” His eyes met your own, “No, _____, I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to shove you.”

“I don’t care that you shoved me, Adrian!” You raised your voice, “I care that I know nothing about you. And that apparently one of things I should know is that you do this. You get into fights over something small.”

“Someone hurting you isn’t small.”

“We’re at a bar! It’s Halloween. Everyone has been drinking. It was an accident. And you could’ve killed him! What were you hoping to achieve?”

As your breath left in pants, you shook your head, “Look. I’m going inside & I’m getting a cab & you can walk it off. Or whatever it is you do after you beat someone to a pulp. But I’m going home. Alone.”

“_____. No, I—“

“Yes, Adrian.” You interrupted, your voice firm, “What happened wasn’t okay.” 

Neither is the secret you’re keeping, you wanted to add but didn’t want to make an accusation without more facts. Tonight, right then, you were not in the head space for it.

“Go home.”

“How will I know you made it home okay?” He asked when you turned your back on him. You shook your head, looking over your shoulder to frown at him, “You don’t get to know everything.”

With that, you swung open the door & disappeared inside, leaving Adrian on the outside wanting in.

Part Four of Awake (finally).

Hey all, took a brief unexpected hiatus there due to midterms then the holidays then finals then this bullshit thing called life? I'm sure you've heard of it. Anyway! Back to school today for winter term & I'm hoping to have this be a better time for me to stay dedicated to this blog. Even though I haven't been updating, I have been writing so I'm hoping to get some other goodies on here soon.

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Whoa!!!! Love that we are getting a blurb of the insight of NOT ONLY Sarah/YN but also John B/YN!

DRUNK YN IS A WHOLE ASS VIBE! She’s sassy, free & says the first thing that comes to mind!!  "Is that?" you gasp, drunkenly pretending to be shocked, "Rafe Cameron? Talking to me? I actually LOL’d. The sass!  You don't object, because you're drunk and tired and, well, sitting down sounds kind of nice. LOL I FEEL THIS TO MY CORE WHEN IM DRUNK AND SOBER. This line was so good. 

What really stands out to me is how outwardly caring Rafe is being to YN due to her condition and the fact that he cares but what I think is important to point out is that he’s ACTING ON IT. This is the same man who literally almost dropped the casserole dish in part 1 when their hands touched. NOW when YN needs help (and her idiot bf isn’t giving it to her) Rafe isn’t afraid and acts on instinct because she NEEDS him. 

He pulls a chair out for you and helps you sit, then steps in front of you and kneels down, resting a hand on your knee.

"Come on," he says, stepping up and holding a hand out for you..

When you don't take his hand, he steps forward and wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you toward one of the few empty tables.

Sympathetically, he pats your knee and gives you a sad smile.

I don’t even know where to begin with the next part.... Rafe is so endearing. The fact that he heard Sarah basically say to her friend that she has the hots for John B, that he just turned and WITNESSED them flirting while he left YNs ass ALONE WHILE DRUNK (while her parents are feet away) ....and what’s he gonna do?! HES GOING TO FIND HER DAMN SHOES AND GET BABY GIRL SOME WATER. I cannot!!! 🥺🥺😭😭

Although you've rarely hung out with Rafe, especially since the two of you became teenagers, something in his voice is authoritative enough that you nod your head, agreeing to his terms. He stands up and looks at you for a moment before he steps away, disappearing down the steps. IDK IF IT WAS INTENDED TO BE BUT THIS WAS HOTTT 🥵🥵😮‍💨

I think you painted the picture of Sarah/YNs relationship SO WELL in just a few sentences. No, you two had never been extremely close. Friends, yes, gossiping about boys together and bonding over the idiocy that is both of your brothers. Family vacations had been filled with the two of you running around, flirting with random guys and giggling loud enough at night that it woke everyone in the whole house. No, you'd never told her every secret. You two caught up every Thursday at dinner, hung out at Midsummers and random family events, but never had sleepovers or hung out on a random Monday afternoon. The trust was still there however. I could totally see that Sarah may have liked John B but it was still hoe AF for her to go after someone else’s boyfriend, let alone a friends. 

You turn and look at John B, speaking before Rafe can, "I'm not a big fan of watching you fawn all over Sarah Cameron."

His jaw falls open, staring at you like you've lost your mind, "Baby, what-"

"Go away, John B," you say, turning your back on him once again.

LIKE I SAID YN IS A WHOLE ASS VIBE. YA GIRL IS QUICK WITH THE QUIPS!!!! Like her energy, yes girl. lol Rafe is probably laughing internally like yeah fuck you John B!😎

"Come on, babe. We're leaving," John B says, extending his own hand. "No," you protest, "Wouldn't want Sarah to get lonely." "Stop it," he groans. "Just leave me alone, John B. Go home." "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asks, stepping closer to you. JOHN B GIVES UP SO EASY! Like wow way to put up a fight. What a chump.  "Get home safe, gorgeous," HOW CAN SHE YA IDIOT you’re leaving her with the exact person you just told to back away from your girl....🙄

OMG WAIT I just realized when in Part 2 when Rafe meets her by the pool and brings the wine...he only fills YN’s glass like halfway and his is a full pour........ “His has more in it than yours does, but you’re sure that’s only because his tolerance is so high” 🍷LOL and because you got drunk AF in front of him and likely don’t remember. Amazing at the differences of the first experiences of drinking with John B as opposed to Rafe, Like Rafe Said though “ He can't help but wonder how you're happy dating a guy like this - one who gets you drunk at family events, then is willing to leave you, drunk, and get you to find your own way home. Rafe knows he'd never do that to you - if only you'd ever give him the chance.” The situations are nearly the same. YN is with a boy (parents are very close) and she’s drinking yet the outcomes are VASTLY different ❤️

SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or should I say Scotty 😉His and Rafes relationship is the cutest little bro type shit ever and I love it. Like Scott is 10000% what it would be like if Rafe had a brother....wow literally making that connection as I’m typing these words. Rafe probably looks at Scott as a little brother of sorts. HAHA EVEN SCOTT IS LIKE YO WTF JOHN B just leaving my sister drunk ya dumbass. Scott just straight up lecturing YN. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH. Coming from someone who has a hard sibling relationship in real life this is sooooo heart warming to me. Thank you for always investing in Scott when I tempt it to you and just for the way you write them together. I love the genuine sibling love they have. "Oh, my God," he grumbles, "Our parents are, like, right over there. Where's John B?""He left," Rafe informs him."He left? He left you like this?" Scott turns to you, waving a hand up in the air as if it's unbelievable to him."I asked him to," you defend."Doesn't mean that's what he should've done," Scott replies, "He can't just get you drunk and then leave you here to fend for youself, Y/N-""I really don't need a lecture from my little brother, Scotty," you groan.

Rafe.....without a second thought giving Scott his own damn car to get you home because “your parents will kill her” AND THEN TALKINGTO YOUR DRUNK DAD ABOUT THE FUCKING JOB HE LOST BECAUSE HE WAS DOING DRUGS BECAUSE YOURE DATING THE IDIOT WHO JUST LEFT YOU FUCKING DRUNK AFTER BEING THE ONE TO GET YOU DRUNK IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy shit that was a mouth full but YOU GET MY POINT. Has anyone ever GENUINELY cared for someone more than  ambivalence Rafe cares for YN? LIKELY NOT!!! “Just get her outta here, okay” “Drive carefully, text me when you’re good Scott”. 🥺🥺

Knowing all of this happened and Rafe openly cared for YN makes your whole series even sweeter now. Especially knowing not long before this he was doing coke before Thursday dinner. SPEAKING OF the next Thursday dinner about to be awkward as HELLLLLLLLL. Can that please be the next blurb haha Does YN remember at all? Or if she does, does she just pretend she doesn’t?! Really curious if this was in March and YN & John B  dated till end of Summer did YN just have to constantly worry about John B and Sarah just for John B to eventually dump her for Sarah? Because if so that’s truly heartbreaking for YN. I OBVIOUSLY HAVE LOTS OF QUESTIONS!

I LOVEEE the before blurbs. I absolutely loved the other blurb too but was a bittersweet one as poor rafe was pining SO HARD and was just high AF and suffering. Still sort of suffering in this one but seeing him openly care for her was soooooo good.

ambivalence blurb: moonlight - rafe cameron

a/n: hiiii i hope you guys love this as much as i do , i wrote it in like an hour so hopefully it's good. let me know! i've gotten a lot of requests for background with sarah! it takes place roughly a month into y/n and john b's relationship

Summary: You can't see how much better you could have it, the tequila seems to cloud your judgment.

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

Word Count: 2.3k+

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"John B! Put me down!"

You earn the attention of half the Club with your shrieking, your boyfriend having pitched you over his shoulder and laughing as he runs back toward the party. Some St. Patrick's day festivity the Club had put on for all the members, you'd brought John B along as a guest. He'd been hesitant at first, but when he saw the revealing green crop top you'd planned to wear, he'd been all in.

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