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nadvs · 1 month

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looking to score (one-shot)

pairing footballcaptain! rafe cameron x female headcheerleader! reader

rating explicit 18+

summary rafe has been flirting with you all season long. just when you think he’s never going to actually seal the deal, you do something to make him dangerously jealous and he realizes he’ll need you to prove who you’re loyal to.

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The state championship game coming up means there are two sure things you can count on.

One, you have to hold twice as many cheerleading practices to make sure your routines are clean and flawless.

And two, everyone on campus has Rafe Cameron’s name in their mouth.

He’s the starting quarterback, the captain of the football team, the fucking pride and joy of your college. For him, it’s awesome. He loves the attention. As for you, you’ve given up on trying to stifle your eye-rolls any time someone mentions him.

Rafe is the cockiest man you’ve ever known. Your interactions with him have been limited, but telling. He’s been teasing you all season, flirting and acting like he’ll finally put a move on you. But then he never does.

Before every home game, as team captains, you stand first in your respective line in the tunnelled corridor that leads out to the football field. This gives Rafe a nice few minutes to flirt with you and does he love to lay it on thick.

Today, finally, it’s the day of the championship game, and your college is hosting. The campus is buzzing with excitement, colorful signs in the stands, every parking lot full.

You’re waiting in your usual spot. The crowds in the stands outside are roaring and the conversations of cheerleaders and college staff are bouncing around the concrete tunnel.

The players aren’t here yet, but you know it’s only a matter of minutes before Rafe leads them down the hall, pausing next to you, messing with you like always.

It’s almost torment the way he works you up, then does nothing about it. Nonetheless, you look forward to this little routine you two have and hope he puts his money where his mouth is one day.

Rafe lives for the buzz before a home meet. The local fame he amasses, the promise of an hour-long game where he’s celebrated for his aggression, the opportunity to talk to you before he steps out onto the field… it’s electrifying.

When he saunters down the corridor towards you, all height and breadth and fucking ego, his eyes trail down your body like he’s imagining what’s underneath your cheerleading uniform.

“Damn,” he lowly mutters to you. “I swear, that skirt keeps getting shorter.” He leans back against the hard wall, waiting for his cue to rush the field.

“Wishful thinking,” you reply, crossing your arms.

Rafe soaks in the sight of your cleavage, the way your tits press together under your v-neck top when you stand like that. His blood runs hot like it always does when he sees you.

“This is a big game,” he says. He’s rolling his helmet in his big hands, his shoulder pads wide, the red of his jersey somehow making his blue eyes look even bluer. “You shouldn’t be distracting me.”

“Do you ever give it a rest?” you ask. He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your legs.

“We both know you don’t want that.” His smirk is so cocky, his dimples so taunting, that you have to look away from him. He’s almost too hot.

“Got me there, Rafe,” you say sarcastically. When you roll your eyes at him, his dirty mind immediately imagines you doing that from pleasure while he fucks you.

“Good, get used to saying my name,” he chuckles.

“Because I’ll be screaming it later, right?” you quip. “Original.” Regardless, you feel yourself flush a little when you imagine him on top of you.

“I’m just sayin’, be prepared,” he says, amused as hell. The band starts playing the familiar entrance music in the stands, prompting you to get ready to run out.

“You want me so bad, it’s embarrassing.” You kneel over to pick your pompoms off the ground, purposely perking your ass in his direction. He feels his groin tighten at the view.

“I’m not embarrassed,” he says. You meet his eyes and can’t stifle the smile on your face, shaking your head as he pulls his helmet over his head.

Goddamn, he wish he knew if he actually had a chance with you. But he hasn’t ever made a real move, sure you’d reject him in a heartbeat. It’d be too big a blow to his ego.

The game is a close one through all four periods. You and your team cheer on the sidelines as the sun starts to set, trying to weaken the thick tension that stretches across the field.

Rafe plays fast and rough like usual, but you’ve noticed he has a sudden rivalry with one of the opposing players. Every time he gets even remotely close to number 33, who’s clearly been tasked with taking Rafe down, he’s shouting at him or shoving him.

His aggression is hot. Always has been. You look away from the field as if someone can read your mind.

Of course, it’s Rafe’s touchdown that wins the game for the home team. You’re elated, the cheering and applause and energy around you magnetizing.

You and the other cheerleaders storm the field, followed by the marching band and everyone on the coaching team.

In the crowd, you see Rafe with his helmet off, smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen. The stadium lights are strong, washing him in a bright light, showcasing the handsome planes of his face.

“Don’t rub it in, huh?” you hear. You turn to see a player from the other team smirking at you, his helmet hanging off his fingers.

“Kind of my job,” you reply, gesturing to your pompoms. He laughs, nodding as he looks down. Okay, he’s cute.

Rafe’s impulse is to look for you, brag to you about his win and about how you have no choice but to cheer for him.

When his eyes land on you, you’re standing on the field looking so fucking cute with your hip cocked, smiling at…

His blood boils. You’re smiling at another guy. The guy who’s been dogging him and pissing him off the whole game. Number 33. Why the fuck are you smiling at him?

Rafe can’t control himself. He starts to push through the crowd to get you the hell away from that asshole, when the coach stops him, talking to him about their play.

He loses sight of you and it makes every sore muscle in his body tense.

When the team heads inside, Rafe doesn’t even have the patience to peel off his muddy uniform. He leaves his helmet in his locker and rushes out of the room to find you.

He’s pissed off at your lack of loyalty. He’d like to think it’s because he cares about the team that much, but no. You’re his. Some dickhead, especially one on the opposing team, isn’t going to flirt his way into your pants.

When he spots you walking through one of the hallways that surrounds the stadium, he rushes to you and grabs your wrist.

You look up to see Rafe staring down at you with hard eyes.

“Why were you talking to that asshole?” he asks over the sound of the chattering crowds surrounding you.

Excitement burns through you. Is he talking about the player who flirted with you? Damn. He’s jealous. You give him a gratified smile.

“Only asshole I talked to today was you,” you reply.

“What did he say?” he demands, voice low. What’s worse is that you fucking smiled at him, a smile that should only be reserved for him, but he won’t say that out loud.

“He was hitting on me,” you reply, smirking. “Hopefully he’ll actually do something about it. Unlike you.”

Your response throws him for a second. If you want him to follow through, to finally resolve months of sexual tension, he’ll gladly fucking do it.

He angrily yanks you towards him and you allow him to guide you through the throngs of spectators.

Rafe has one thing in mind. He knows where the visiting teams park their bus. And he’s taking you there.

He roughly pushes open the heavy door to the back parking lot, pulling you behind him. The evening air is warm and the area is dark and fenced up and all you can hear is his panting.

Hard hands find your hips and push you against the cold, metal wall of the bus. Rafe’s finally facing you again, his stare penetrating. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.

“You want me to do something about it, huh?” he rasps. He pushes his hips against yours, grinding against you.

“Fucking finally,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours as he huffs a chuckle, unable to believe that you’re crumbling for him this damn easily.

His tongue runs against yours and his body feels so firm, the smell of his sweat musky and so fucking sexy. You feel the bulge of his hardening cock against your groin and you buck against him.

His hand eagerly runs up your thigh, below your skirt. When his fingers press against your cunt, you jolt, your breath stopping for a second.

“You wet for me?” he asks, pads of his fingers pushing up against your entrance. His breath is hot, his nose nudging yours. Arousal coils in your stomach, tight and hot.

You feel so soft and moist through your panties. Rafe knows he won’t be able to simply touch you for much longer. He needs to be inside you.

“Mhm,” you can only desperately hum.

His other hand moves from your hip to your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he looks down at you.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply clearly, eyes boring into his.

Excitement pools in you when he moves his hands away to pull down his pants. You eagerly hike up your skirt and yank down your underwear.

It’s so fucking insane to be doing this out here. Someone could come through the door in a second. But the risk of it just adds to the thrill.

You revel in the sight of Rafe’s hard, curved cock in his hand. He’s fucking huge. You can admit the ego is warranted.

Rafe loves your expression, the way your lips are parted in surprise.

“Damn, look at you,” he huffs with a smirk. “You want this dick so bad.”

You eagerly lift your knee for him and he takes the invitation immediately, holding your leg up against his hip.

The feeling of him lining himself up against your cunt is mind-blowing. He pushes into you slowly, every inch feeling better than the last.

“How long have you wanted this?” he grunts once he bottoms out.

“Feels like fucking forever,” you admit breathlessly. “What took you so long?”

“Just be grateful you’re getting it,” Rafe replies. So cocky. Typical.

He pulls back then thrusts into you. Hard. You let out a strained sob and he inhales sharply at how nicely you’re squeezing around him.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper. The leg holding you up is wobbly already, making you grateful his hand is firmly hooked underneath your knee.

“You think that idiot can fuck you like this?” he says, driving in and out of you.

“No,” you say, and you mean it. You’re not sure anybody can pound into you so effortlessly, with so much passion.

You dip your head back, eyes squeezed shut while he fucks you.

“Don’t fucking talk to him again,” he orders, his hand rubbing over your chest and roughly kneading your tits.

This jealousy, this ownership, is so fucking hot. He continues to pull in and out so hard and so fast that you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.

“I won’t,” you promise. He’s so big inside you, stretching you so nicely, that you feel your stomach tightening already. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it loudly,” he says with a self-satisfied laugh. “And say my name.”

You obey, and when the orgasm rocks through you, your blood runs hot and sparks go off through your entire body. Rafe feels you squeezing him even tighter and he groans, cumming inside you in hot waves, twitching.

You bite your lip as he pulls out, feeling aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you.

Realizing what you’ve just done, that you’re in a fully public area, you frantically pull up your panties and readjust your skirt. Rafe looks amused by your nervousness, slowly getting dressed again.

“That was…” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Rafe leans down, capturing your face in his hands again to kiss you deeply.

A loud bang forces you apart. You see a player from the opposing team stepping out the door, trailed by the rest of his team.

A few seconds earlier, and you’d have been mortified. But Rafe takes the opportunity to kiss you again before taking your hand and pulling you through the door, past the group of guys.

“Get home safe,” Rafe mutters to them with a smirk, his tone taunting and entirely disingenuous. He spots number 33 and smiles at him with nothing but contempt.

He squeezes your hand and tilts his head towards you as the two of you walk by the sullen man.

“Looks like you lost,” Rafe half-laughs, very clearly not talking about the game.

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cameronspecial · 5 months

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Let Me Take Your Boat Card, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Rafe continues to make their Spring Break interesting with his bucket list item.

A/N: This was suggested by the lovely @mellillasstuff, who I love to talk about Drew Starkey with! I hope you like it, Babe. The gif is special for you.

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They spent the day in Mykonos, Greece and now, the yacht is drifting to Turkey. Their last Spring break of their lives is coming to an end in a few days and Y/N and Rafe are trying to make the most of it. Rafe sees this trip as the perfect opportunity to fulfill a bucket list item for him. “Come on. Let me take your boat card, Angel,” he begs, walking over to her on the bed. She shakes her head with a giggle, “That isn’t a thing, Rafe. Plus, we literally had sex this morning on this boat, so if it was a thing, then you’ve already taken it.” “It’s not the same. It’s not boat sex unless it is on the top deck and out in the open,” Rafe argues. He jumps into bed with her, making the mattress bounce under both of them. Her hand finds his cheek, “What kind of weird fraternity shit are you making up, Rafe?” He kisses the palm of her hand. “It’s not a weird fraternity thing. It’s… it’s kinda a fantasy of mine. Making love to my angel under the stars in the middle of nowhere with the sound of the waves keeping us company. It’s just you and me.” She, of course, wants to help him achieve his fantasy and it honestly sounds so romantic, but she can’t shake the feeling of being caught by a crewmate.

“Rafe, as nice as that sounds, what if we get caught.”

“Don’t worry, Angel. We are the only ones on the boat. I got the crew to take a boat out to the land for the night. They’ll be back in the morning to take us to our next city. If you really don’t want to do it, then that’s okay but I just thought it would be fun.”

“I’m a little scared for our safety that no one can take drive the yacht, but I think it would be really fun too. I hope you have a captain’s hat because you are about to take my boat card.”

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Y/N’s fingers graze the bottom of her dress, taking confident steps up the stairs. “Captain, how much longer until we reach port?” she calls out as innocently as she can. Rafe looks over his shoulder at her with a captain’s hat on his head, “A few more hours, Ms. Y/L/N. Is there something I can help you with?” Her arms swing from in front of her to behind and she walks towards him. “That’s so long… I don’t know how I’m going to fix my problem,” she laments, bringing her hand to play with her hair.

“Well, what’s your problem? Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t know… Captain. It’s kinda an intimate issue.”

“Come on, Angel. You can trust me. I’m the ship’s Captain.”

Her hands move up his chest, meeting around his neck. She grows impatient with this game and starts to unbutton his white shirt. “You’re restless tonight, Angel,” Rafe chuckles, bringing his hand to rest on her bum. She nods, “Very, something about that hat is doing something to me.” “Wow. Never thought my angel would be turned on by a man in uniform,” he teases. His hand moves up her bum to untie the bow of her dress while she begins peppering his bare chest with kisses. His fingers lace through her hair, pulling her back from his skin. They look at each other with a grin. “I can’t keep playing this game anymore, Captain. I just need to feel you,” she mutters. He brings his lips to hers and pulls her dress off of her body, “Me either.” Once the cool ocean breeze meets her skin, Rafe walks her backwards toward the couch. The back of her knee meets the cool leather and she lies down with him on top of her.

He kisses her on the lips, moving his hand down the valley of her breast to the top of her underwear. He grins to himself when he sees the moon glint off of his Greek letters that have been resting between her boobs since their sophomore year. A finger delicately lifts the fabric and continues its descent until it meets the wetness of her pussy. “Is this all for Captain Rafe, Angel?” She nods her head, itching for him to keep going. “Nuh-uh. Angel, you know I like it when you use words,” he tsks and removes his hand from where she needs it.

“Captain, please. Touch me,” she begs, grabbing his wrist to bring his touch back. He growls at her words, “Enough of this Captain shit. I want you to be screaming my name to the sea, Angel.” He takes the bill of his hand in his hand and throws it somewhere on the deck without another thought. It’s one of the reasons she doesn’t have a nickname for him. It wasn’t for lack of trying when they first started to date. Rafe is so possessive of her that the thought of her calling him anything other than his name drives him to become the green-eyed monster. He pulls down her underwear and throws it with his hat, getting to work on making her feel good. His head buries between her legs, lapping up the mess he created. “Oh god, Rafe. This feels so good,” she moans at her normal level. Rafe always encouraged her to be as loud as possible, teaching her to not care about the other frat brothers, who might hear her sweet melody.

“Angel, you can be louder. There is no one around,” he reasons. She listens to his words and screams as loud as she can to please him. His mouth works on her clit as his fingers enter her hole. They curl to hit her G-spot and she tugs at his hair to get him to keep going. He quickly moves his fingers in and out of her. With every move of his finger, it brings her closer to her orgasm. Her fingers pull at the root of his hair and that’s how he knows she is about to cum. He pulls his fingers out of her, causing a whine to leave her lips. “Nope. Sorry, Angel. You are coming around my dick tonight,” he informs.

He stands up to pull off his shirt and his hand removes his belt in one fluid motion, which always makes Y/N’s thighs clench together. She sits up to help him take off the rest of his clothes and he lets her. She sinks to her knees in front of him, butt hitting the couch cushion. Her hands begin to pump his length. Saliva pools in her mouth, so she can spit it onto his dick. She slides her hand up and down his dick, listening to his groans. “You are doing so good, Angel,” he praises. His hand finds the back of her head and pushes her onto him. She takes him into her mouth, letting him hit the back of her throat. A hand remains at the base to pump what isn’t going in her mouth. She pulls herself off of him, so she can circle her tongue around his tip. She can taste his pre-cum. He decides he is hard enough for her and brings her back up so she is facing him. He lies her down on the couch again, kissing her lips. The mixture of their juices makes both of them want to moan.

She watches as he brings a hand down to his cock to bring the tip to her vagina. He enters her inch by inch to let her have time to adjust. He has no more to offer her and waits for her to tell him to begin his thrust. “Please start, Rafe,” she states, bringing her forehead to his. His hips move back so just the tip is still inside of her and then eases them back down to meet the top of her pelvic bone. They normally like their sex fast and hard, but the moment felt right for something slower. He repeats the motion, enjoying the way her arms round his back to mark it up.

She may be his angel, but she has nails like the devil. He can feel the dig of her nails as she drags it down his back in an attempt to bring him closer. Being chest-to-chest with him doesn’t feel like enough to her, so she rounds her legs around his waist and helps meet his thrusts. It feels like the sounds of the skin slapping against each other and their groans echo out to the sea, yet she knows it is all in her head. She brings his hips in faster during his next thrust with her feet. He gets the message and deepens his thrust, feeling the way she begins to cling to him as she does. With her walls squeezing him, he knows he isn’t going to last long. Determined to make her climax first, he brings his hand down to her bud and starts to rub it in a circle. Y/N’s orgasm washes over her with his help. The feeling of her cumming around him causes him to twitch his seeds into her. He continues his gentle thrusts to ride out their high, stilling once they are both done.

He slips out of her and lies beside her. She turns to face him, bringing his arms over her. He tightens his hold on her and gives her a kiss to the temple. “I don’t think roleplay is for us,” he observes, thinking back to how they didn’t last very long in the charade. She giggles with a nod of her head, “Yeah. I’m too impatient and you are too possessive to let me call you anything else other than your name. But I’m glad you convinced me to do this. I enjoyed giving each other our boat cards.”

“I hate to have to tell you this, Angel. But I don’t have my boat card.”

“Wait, if I’m not taking your boat card, does that mean you’ve done this before?”

“I’m from the Outer Banks, Angel. What do you think?

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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sweetestdesire · 1 year

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THE ICE BREAKER

WARNINGS: extreme domination, mentions of alcohol consumption, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): NHL hockey player!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which a night at the bar leads to a chance encounter.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I think that this series will be my favorite one that I’ve created yet. I hope you angels enjoy part 1 for The Ice Breaker series!

The crowd leapt to its feet as Rafe Cameron soared into the Washington Capitals forward, sandwiching him between Rafe’s shoulder and the boards. The glass rocked and groaned above them. Rafe caught a glimpse of red jerseys beyond the glass before spinning and skating after the puck. The opposing player slumped to the ground, stunned but he gamely got to his feet again.

Instead of joining the scramble for the puck in the Capitals zone, the player headed for his bench. Rafe noted the absence of the forward with barely a glance, focusing his attention on clearing the zone. It was a frantic penalty kill and his heart was beating double time.

Here it comes, he thought as the frozen disc of rubber shot out from under his teammates' legs. With long strides, Rafe crossed the empty space. He swung his stick and lifted the puck into the air, sending it flying across the ice to the Capitals zone.

As he skated for the bench, Rafe glanced up at the big screen, grinning when he saw the last three seconds of the Capitals power play count down. Several of his teammates jumped over the boards, and the Carolina Hurricanes were back to full strength.

Rafe watched the action on ice as he reached for the water bottle, dousing his neck and then swallowing generous mouthfuls before setting it down again. There was another five minutes of play left in the second period and the Hurricanes and Capitals were tied with a goal apiece. The pace was furious, as it always was.

By the time the teams headed into their locker rooms for the second intermission, Rafe and the rest of the team felt confident.

"All right, everyone listen up!" The head coach barked as he walked into the room.

The intermission flew by and soon they were all heading back out to the ice. A quick glance at the large screen overhead told Rafe they had exactly ten minutes to figure it out. The Capitals were winning with a one point lead. Come on. Rafe slid his mask down into place again. One more goal, that's all they needed.

The game was harried for the last ten minutes, and there were scrambles at both ends. At long last, the buzzer sounded and it was over. Unfortunately for the Hurricanes, it wasn't their victory.

With a heavy sigh, Rafe skated off the ice with his team. In the locker room, the atmosphere was hushed. The guys on the team quietly went through the motions of changing, showering and packing their stuff up.

"Sorry we couldn't get it together in the end, man." Jordan Staal, sat down next to Rafe on the bus.

"Don't worry about it." Rafe didn't meet his teammate's eyes.

As the captain, he often felt responsible for the losses. His teammates, especially Jordan, did their best to get him to shake the disappointment and frustration following a loss.

"Come on, don't beat yourself up.” Jordan went on when he saw the frown on Rafe’s face. "It wasn't your fault."

Rafe merely shrugged. He knew he'd shake it off in time for the game but for now, he wanted to wallow in his mistake. It didn't take long for his teammates to pull him out of his funk. The bus ride to the airport was short and no one would let him just sit and rehash that game. Rafe was smiling as he boarded the plane with his teammates and laughing by the time he was buckled in.

Rafe never could stay serious and miserable over a loss for long. They had months before they needed to start panicking about a playoff spot. He shook off the last of his disappointment as the plane took off and he was in a better frame of mind in no time.

Rafe had been reluctant to go out with his teammates. In the end, Brent Burns convinced him that they needed a little stress relief after their loss to the Capitals the night before. They were back in North Carolina for a two week home stretch and he was glad for that at least. They didn't have another game until Sunday afternoon, so he had plenty of time to get over his disappointing loss in D.C.

"This place looks good.” Jordan suggested as they walked outside a stretch of restaurants and shops.

Rafe nodded and followed his teammates inside the bar. It was busy inside and most of the tables were taken. Luckily, as they walked further into the main room, a group of people were just leaving a table. Brent and Jordan headed right for it, claiming it before anyone else did. The other three followed close behind.

As Rafe took his coat off, he glanced around the busy bar. "I've never been here before."

The teammate on his left, Sebastian Aho, grinned. "It's a great place to meet chicks."

Rafe rolled his eyes as the other guys with them laughed. Along with Sebastian, Brent and Jordan, Derek Stepan had come out. Derek was the oldest out of the five of them, and married, but Rafe knew he liked to spend time with the team whenever he could. As for the rest of them, they were all single.

A waitress appeared at their table to take their drink orders. "What can I get for you guys?"

After she was gone again, the guys resumed their perusal of the bar.

"Busy tonight.” Derek commented as he relaxed back in his chair.

Rafe met his eyes with a smirk. Derek obviously wasn't on the lookout for a woman and took far too much enjoyment in watching the other guys scramble. Not that Rafe was the most active womanizer. He dated occasionally, but it was difficult to hold down a relationship while playing in the NHL.

The waitress returned to their table with their drinks and they clinked their bottles and glasses together in a salute. They fell into easy conversation, discussing the road games and their upcoming match-up against the Islanders on Sunday.

"There's a smokin' hot chick over in that booth.” Jordan said.

Brent turned his head to see where Jordan was looking. "Where?"

Rolling his eyes, Jordan shoved Brent’s shoulder. "Don't look so obvious, man. Jeez, no wonder you don't have a woman."

Rafe chuckled as he lifted his bottle of beer to his lips. He liked his teammates and enjoyed spending time with them. He just didn't understand their desire to date. Their careers didn't leave much time to woo a woman and if they did date, more often than not, the woman ended up feeling neglected by the players' constant absence. It was the few and the strong that stuck around long enough to marry a hockey player.

"She is cute.” Brent added. Rafe flicked his eyes to the his with a surprised glance. Brent met his gaze and shrugged. "What? She is."

"Cameron, come on.” Jordan scoffed. "Have a look. There, she's just standing up with one of her friends."

Rafe sighed, but turned his head to look. He saw a tall woman with long, light blonde hair and a shorter woman with short, brunette hair sliding out of a booth. Seated was a third woman, her face turned towards the table of hockey players.

Her eyes widened for a moment and she looked down, her lips moving as she spoke to her companions. Then, her friends disappeared into the crowd and Rafe listened as his teammates started talking again.

Except Rafe couldn't take his eyes off the woman left alone at the table. He was curious about why she'd remained at the table while her two companions left. She had her head bent over the table, barely looking up when the waitress stopped by to set a fresh drink down. Rafe could see her scribbling something and he smiled, wondering if she was writing on the table.

"Cameron? You with us, man?" Sebastian drew Rafe’s attention away from the lone woman in the booth.

Rafe looked back at his four companions. "What? Did I miss something?"

"Brent was suggesting a bet.” Jordan replied with an eye roll.

Rafe chuckled and downed the last of his beer. "A bet? Do I even want to know?"

It was Brent who answered. "Yes, because you're going to be in on it."

Rafe glanced again at the lonely woman in the booth before turning his focus to his teammates. "What's the bet?"

"That's the spirit!" Brent exclaimed and clapped Rafe on the shoulder. "Those two chicks went to the ladies room.” He said, jerking his chin in the direction of the booth.

"How do you know?" Rafe asked.

"I just know about these things. When they come back, they're going to come by our table."

Rafe shook his head and smiled. "I'm almost afraid to ask how you know that."

"I just do." Brent gave him a wide grin. "When they do, we're going to talk to them and one of us is going to go home with one of them."

Rafe’s eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. "Are you serious? You want to make a bet on taking a woman home?"

"Why not? It's why we're here, isn't it?"

Derek held his hand up. "Uh, it's not why I'm here."

Brent shook his head at them. "You guys are so boring."

"Aren't you getting a little old for games like this, man?" Rafe asked as the waitress stopped by their table. They ordered another round of drinks.

"You're never too old.” Brent replied when the waitress was gone.

Rafe hadn't come out tonight with the intention of hooking up. That's not to say he wasn't willing if the opportunity presented itself. However, he wasn't about to make a bet just to create an opportunity. Unless it was the cute woman stopping by their table.

Rafe turned back around to look towards the booth. The woman was still there, still alone. She was no longer scribbling on her table, but she was frowning at something. Rafe made a decision.

"Well, if you guys are going to be making bets and keeping those women busy..." Rafe said as he slid off his chair. The waitress appeared just then with a tray of drinks. He thanked her and grabbed his beer. "I'm going to keep their friend company."

With that, he turned and walked towards the booth. Someone at his table whistled at him as he walked away and he grinned as he approached her.

"Excuse me?"

She looked over, distracted, and blinked in surprise to see someone standing there. "Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I sit down?" Rafe asked.

The woman's eyes flicked over the thick crowd before coming back to his face. "Uh, my friends are supposed to be back in a minute." Her tone was apologetic, which gave Rafe hope.

He glanced over his shoulder. "Are those your friends?" Rafe asked, gesturing with one hand at the tall blonde and shorter brunette standing with his four teammates.

The woman's eyes followed his hand and widened when she saw them. She laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, those are my friends."

Rafe looked back at her and grinned when he saw how her pretty smile changed her entire look. He'd thought she was cute before, but now she was even more attractive. She blinked as she met his gaze.

"I think they might be a while.” Rafe said. "My friend, Jordan can be very persuasive."

"Oh, yeah?" She lifted her eyebrows. "Should I go over there and warn my friends?"

Rafe shook his head. "No. My friend Derek, the older one there? He'll keep Jordan in line."

"Good to know."

Rafe met her eyes again, still grinning. "So, do you mind if I sit down?"

"Not at all. Looks like I have no one rushing to join me."

He slid into the bench across from her. "I can't imagine why not."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, an attractive woman like you wouldn't be sitting alone for long."

She laughed. "As you've just shown me, I suppose."

"I suppose I have." He slightly leaned forward. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Her eyes widened and Rafe took a moment to appreciate the way they sparkled. She had the thickest, darkest lashes he'd ever seen on a woman.

"I love secrets.” She murmured as she leaned forward as well.

"I just didn't want to listen to my friend, Jordan trip over himself to impress another woman.” Rafe said, nodding his head in the direction of his table.

Together, he and the woman looked over at his table. They both grinned when they saw the four teammates and two women looking back at them. They all lifted their drinks in a silent salute before Rafe and his new companion started laughing.

"I'm Rafe.” He said, stretching a hand towards her.

"Y/N." She shook his hand.

"What brings you and your friends here tonight?"

"It's sort of my friend's birthday celebration.” Y/N replied. "The taller one. She turned twenty-one this week.”

Rafe lifted his eyebrows and sipped his beer. "No big party to celebrate?"

"No. We all go to North Carolina University and this was midterm week. Even if she'd wanted a big party, there would have been no one who would have come."

Rafe nodded as he glanced at the tall blonde again. She was leaning close to Jordan and Jordan had a big smile on his face as they talked. The shorter brunette woman appeared to be chatting with Brent while Sebastian and Derek held their own conversation.

Shaking his head, Rafe turned back to Y/N. "You go to NCU? What's your major?"

She grinned. "Math."

"Really? Wow, I don't think I've ever met someone who’s admitted to that."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and sexy as hell. Rafe shifted on his seat, surprised by his physical reaction. "I'm not surprised."

"What will you do when you're done? Become a government code breaker or something?" Rafe asked, genuinely curious. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table between them.

"I think I'll become a teacher.” Y/N told him with a shrug.

Her fingers moved on the table and Rafe glanced down to see a napkin covered with writing. No, not just writing but numbers and symbols.

"There are a few other options out there for a math major, but I don't think I'd want to join NASA or become an engineer or anything like that."

"Would you be happy teaching math?" Rafe shuddered inwardly at the thought. He'd barely made it through his math courses when he was in school. The thought of dealing with algebra and calculus for the rest of his life would be as horrible to him as blowing out a knee.

"I think so." Y/N gave him a relaxed smile. "I love math. It sounds dorky, I know, but I like that math is the same no matter where you are. And I love that every problem has a solution."

Rafe grinned at her description. She made mathematics sound romantic. He liked her already. Maybe she could come home with me and teach me about fractions, he thought with a wicked grin. Her smile faltered for a moment and she looked down, her lashes fanning against her cheek. Jesus. Rafe shifted again as his pants grew too tight all of a sudden.

"So what do you do, Rafe?" Y/N asked, looking up again. Her fingers were still nervously working the scribbled-on napkin.

"I'm a hockey player."

She smiled and her eyes widened. "Get out! Who do you play for?"

Rafe chuckled. It wasn't often that he wasn't recognized right away. That article in People magazine had given him a certain level of notoriety. "The Carolina Hurricanes."

"Really? That's so cool. I've never been to a game."

"So, you don't know any of the major players then?"

She chewed her lip as she considered. "I've heard some names. Ovechkin? Is he on your team?"

Rafe laughed and shook his head. "No. Ovie is usually doing his best to kill me."

Her eyes widened at his words. "Are you kidding?"

Shrugging, Rafe eyed her as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips. "Not really. I’m the team captain.”

"And the players on other teams try to kill you?"

"Figuratively speaking."

"Sounds intense." Y/N sounded like she was perhaps teasing him a little bit, but he didn't mind.

"It is.” Rafe agreed, no small note of pride in his voice.

She smiled. "I'd love to see a game one day. My friend follows some teams and talks about it sometimes."

"Maybe you should come for a game sometime."

"Yeah, right." Y/N settled back in her seat with a laugh. "In between school and all?"

"Sure."

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, but her full lips were still curved upward at the corners in a playful smile. Rafe couldn't believe how she was turning him on with just a look. He was going to have a difficult time getting up without embarrassing himself; and by difficult, he meant hard.

"If I got you tickets to a game, would you come?" He blurted, before she said anything else.

Her eyes widened a fraction and her smile changed. "There’s a loaded question if I've ever heard one." Y/N paused while Rafe tried to think of something clever to say in response. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the table. "What exactly are you offering?"

"Are you going to make me say it out loud?" Rafe managed to ask, not surprised when his voice came out sounding a little rougher than usual.

Y/N grinned and Rafe slipped out of the booth before he could overthink it. He moved to her side and held one hand out towards her. "You want to get out of here?"

She looked surprised as he moved, but the smile never left her face. Reaching out, she laid her smaller hand in his and he was about to help her to her feet when someone appeared at his elbow. Several someones, in fact.

"Rafe!" Jordan exclaimed. "Are you harassing this woman?"

Rafe stiffened and offered an apologetic look to Y/N before letting her hand go and turning around. Jordan stood there with Brent, Sebastian and Derek, as well as the two women, Y/N’s friends.

"Hey, Jordan." Rafe struggled to keep his voice even.

"Y/N, move over so we can all sit.” The blonde said, waving a hand in Y/N’s direction.

Rafe took note of the look on Y/N’s face and before anyone else could make things worse, he slipped into the seat beside her. Her eyes widened and she smiled weakly at him as they slid all the way over. Jordan sat down, somehow managing to turn and hold the blonde woman practically in his lap.

Across from them, Brent offered the inside seat to the brunette woman before sitting down and leaving Sebastian and Derek to decide who got to sit and who had to stand at the end of the table. Introductions were made all around and Rafe learned that the blonde was Maria, the birthday girl, and the short brunette was Lindsay, Y/N’s roommate.

Conversation was awkward for a moment and then Jordan said something that made everyone laugh. As everyone relaxed, Rafe turned his face to Y/N, squished against the wall.

"Are you alright?" Rafe asked, feeling terrible for all but pinning her beside him.

Y/N looked flustered, but nodded to his question. Rafe didn't quite believe her. Their legs were pressed together from hip to knee and, even though she was half-turned to face the table, she looked uncomfortable.

"Can I suggest a way to make us both more comfortable?" Rafe asked quietly.

Y/N offered him a smile and he grinned back. Shifting, he slid an arm behind her shoulders and reached for her leg with his other hand. Carefully, keeping his eyes on her face the entire time, he curled his fingers under her thigh and lifted her leg until it rested over the end of his knee. She sucked in a surprised breath and Rafe choked back an appreciative sound when her lips parted.

"Better?" Rafe asked in a low voice. As he spoke, he trailed his hand over her denim-clad thigh and winked when she stared at the touch.

"Oh, yes.” Y/N murmured, not looking away from his eyes.

Rafe wasn't sure how long they sat there, staring silently at each other, but Jordan’s harsh voice broke into their moment.

"Cameron." Jordan leaned forward until Rafe turned away from Y/N.

"Yeah?"

"You guys want a drink?"

Rafe glanced back down at Y/N. "What are you drinking?"

She gave a breathless little laugh and shook her head. "I think I'm done drinking for tonight."

"Nothing for us, man.” Rafe told his teammate. “Why aren't you drinking anymore?" He asked Y/N as conversation rose around them again.

She lifted one shoulder and her eyes widened in surprise when she felt the warmth of his touch there as well. "I like to be… sober when I go home at the end of the night."

Her hesitant words made Rafe wonder if she'd had some bad drinking experiences already. "Have there been times when you haven't gone home sober?"

"Plenty of times.” Y/N replied with a laugh. "And don't tell me the same thing hasn't happened to you.”

"Sure, when I was younger and before I reached the NHL.” He confessed with a grin. "I'm like you now; I like to know who I'm going home with."

Her jaw dropped as his implication sunk in. Her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, as if she was trying to speak but couldn't find the words. Rafe flexed his fingers where they were resting on her thigh and was rewarded with a shiver from her.

"I didn't say that.” She managed at last.

"I know, but I did."

For another long moment, they stared at each other. Rafe was dimly aware of his hand stroking her thigh, going down to her knee and back up again, stopping just short of being vulgar. Her body was warm tucked up against him like she was and he shifted, wanting to feel more.

The rest of the bar faded into the background as they continued to look at each other. Rafe watched her eyes flicker back and forth across his face and he watched the way she nervously chewed on her lip or ran her tongue along the corners of her mouth. The way he was feeling at the moment, he'd embarrass them both by kissing her.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" Rafe asked, no longer caring if he sounded too forward or eager.

"How long will it take you to get us out of this booth?" She replied.

Rafe laughed, closing his hand around hers and tugging her away from the table. The two paused near the door so they could both pull on their jackets. Then, he held the door open for her and hailed a taxi on the street outside.

Once in the back of the taxi, the driver turned to glance at them over his shoulder. "Where to?"

Rafe glanced down at Y/N, who just stared back at him. He smiled and she was dazzled by his handsome face, yet again. "Would you want to go to your place?"

Y/N blinked, taking a moment to absorb his words. "Uh, I'm not allowed to have guys in my dorm room." She looked away in embarrassment. "And I wouldn't do that to my roommate. We promised each other a long time ago to never bring guys back to our room."

She risked a glance up at Rafe and was surprised to see his understanding nod. He turned to the driver and gave him directions to another address. "Then I hope you don't mind coming with me to my place."

"Not at all.” Y/N murmured and watched him from the corner of her eye as Rafe settled against the back seat.

Y/N was still reeling from meeting this man. He'd appeared at her table in that crowded bar as if from thin air. Now, she was going home with some strange man for yet another one night stand and she didn't even have the exam-in-the-morning excuse.

Rafe was looking at her, a sexy, lop-sided smile curving his wide mouth. Her attraction to him had been immediate. She itched to run her fingers through his locks and push it back from where it fell across his forehead. His eyes, now shadowed by the dark interior of the taxi, were a brilliant blue color and they absolutely sparkled when he smiled at her.

"Where are you from?" The thought sprang to her lips before she could stop it.

His eyebrows lifted. "You really don't know who I am?”

Y/N shook her head. "I already told you I don't follow the NHL. I have some memories of watching with my dad when I was a kid, but nothing since I was eight."

Rafe chuckled. "Well, I've only been in the NHL for four years. I actually grew up here in Hickory, North Carolina.”

"How old are you?" Y/N was unable to keep her curiosity in check. He looked older than her, that much was obvious, but he had one of those faces that looked mature. She guessed he might be about twenty-four or twenty-five.

"I'm twenty-four. How old are you?"

Y/N exhaled, figuring it was fair. "I'm twenty-one. I'll be twenty-two in a couple months."

Rafe didn't say anything, just nodded and kept smiling at her. His focus on her was disconcerting and she tried to dismiss it as his nature. As he continued to study her, he leaned forward and slipped an arm behind her shoulders.

Y/N told herself not to tense up and relaxed against his side when he gave her a gentle tug. He brushed his fingers along the line of her jaw. She shivered, entranced by his blue eyes.

"I really want to kiss you.” Rafe whispered in a husky voice.

His unabashed confession made Y/N smile and she tipped her chin up in silent invitation.

"You would let me? Here?"

Blushing, Y/N lowered her eyes and glanced towards the driver. He was oblivious, humming along with the radio and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“I don't think he'd mind.” She replied, surprising herself with her words.

Rafe grinned and his face lowered. Y/N held her breath in anticipation, her body warming with each passing second. Then his lips were on hers and she let her eyes slide shut. For a long moment, he just held his lips against her mouth, not pressing for more.

They parted for a second and Y/N blinked her eyes open as she drew in a breath. Rafe muttered something she didn't catch and moved his hand to cup the back of her head. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue pressing against the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She didn't protest. She parted her lips as she lifted her hands to clutch his arms.

Rafe tilted her head back and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He tasted faintly of beer and his masculine scent flooded her senses. His kiss was skilled and she made a small sound that didn't register in her brain until later, when he was easing away from her.

He grinned as he stroked his thumb down her cheek and she managed a weak smile in response. "I really want to kiss you again.”

Y/N let out a breathless laugh and nodded. "I won't fight you."

Rafe leaned in and kissed her again. She sagged against him this time, clenching her hands into fists where she clutched his jacket. His hand moved around to hold her waist as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Holy shit. Y/N’s never met a guy who could kiss like this. She wasn't sure how long they made out in that taxi, but at some point, the driver gave a discreet cough and Rafe pulled back. They were both breathing hard and Y/N could already feel the tenderness in her lips.

"I think this is it.” The driver said and gestured with one hand to their right.

There was a large apartment building and Rafe leaned forward to check. He agreed and released Y/N so he could pull his wallet out to pay the driver. Then, he got out and held a hand down to help her to her feet.

Y/N didn't consider herself the type of woman to go home with a man she'd just met. She'd done it a few times in her past, she couldn't deny that; three times, in fact. Now, she was about to do it for the fourth time.

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 29 days

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FEARLESS - You Belong With Me

Rafe Cameron x Reader Taylor Swift AU

Warnings: Not with the OBX plot, Sofia sucks, Rafe low-key sucks, language, not proofed

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's going off about something that you said, 'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.

You were sitting in your room, pushing yourself in circles on your desk chair while Rafe was on the phone with Sofia, sitting on your bed. They've been going back and forth about a comment he'd made about Homecoming.

I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like and she'll never know your story like I do.

You had been working on your APLit homework, and had light music in the background, something that Sofia had commented on when Rafe called her.

"Jesus, what the fuck are you listening to?"

"Uh, sorry, hey could you turn it down?" His hand was muffling the microphone. "Thanks."

Now, you could hear her yelling on the other line that he didn't take her out yesterday like she'd told him to.

"Babe, I told you, I had a meeting with my dad's company. I couldn't take you anywhere."

Sofia wasn't hearing any of it.

"Rafe, you are my fucking boyfriend. You aren't treating me right. You're probably hanging out with Y/N, right? How many times have I told you to stop talking to her?"

Rafe immediately got up and went to a different room.

You watched as he left, heart sinking to the depths of your stomach.

'Cause she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.

You blocked out Rafe's muffled conversation, thinking about the differences between you and Sofia. She and Rafe were the perfect high school movie plot-line. The quarterback and the leader of the cheer squad. You were always at his games, just cheering on from the bleachers. Your viewpoint allowed you to see all the flirting Sofia was doing with all the other players with access to Daddy's Money. It annoyed you to no end that Rafe couldn't see her gold-digging tendencies.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me, you belong with me.

You couldn't see how Rafe was blind to the fact that you were the one for him. You had always been there for him.

Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans. I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, "hey isn't this easy?"

You thought about the nights you and Rafe would hang out before he started dating Sofia. He was just so easy to hang out with. You weren’t thinking about acting a certain way or watching what you were saying.

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down.

You remembered a joke you had told him that made him laugh the hardest you ever seen from him. His laugh, and smile, were contagious. The way his white teeth lit up everything and the sparkle in his blue eyes when they crinkled.

Now looking back on that day, you hadn’t seen Rafe smile like that since.

You say you're fine I know you better than that. Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

You wanted to ask him about it, but his relationship was a touchy subject. You didn’t want Sofia, or God forbid Rafe, to get suspicious of your feelings toward him.

'Cause she wears high-heels, I wear sneakers. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.

In order to pass the time, you pull up Sofia’s Instagram, scrolling through the mass of photos she’s posted. She is gorgeous. Of course she is… you zoom in on a particular photo of her and Rafe on the football field at half-time of a recent game. He looks at her like she’s his whole world and she’s smirking at the camera. Almost like she’s taunting you.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me.

Further in the background of the photo, you can be seen, holding Rafe’s helmet, smiling at him like a goofy love-sick child.

Standing by and waiting at your back door. All this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me, you belong with me.

You shut your phone off and get up from the chair, opting for the comfort of your bed. The front door of your house opens and closes. As you open your blinds to peer through, you get a text from Rafe.

Had to go, sorry. See you at school.

You could hear his truck start, the headlights lighting up your room. You like the message and then curl up to the head of your bed.

Oh, I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry.

He always chooses her. Every time. You think back to all those times when Rafe would call you crying after a fight with his father. You'd always welcome him with open arms. comforting him as he sobbed into your shoulder. Consoling him with kind words after he would berate himself about not being good enough. The way Ward made him feel broke your heart.

I know you're favorite songs, and you tell me 'bout your dreams. Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me.

Staring at the ceiling of your room, you begin to feel anger. You knew other people in the Outerbanks thought it was odd that Rafe was with Sofia and not you. Topper had even talked to you about how he and Kelce were always "Team Y/N" and not "Team Sofia".

"You know everything about him and she is only with him for the sex. It's so weird."

You rolled your eyes at Topper.

You and the guys, Rafe, Top, and Kelce, were at the country club. Rafe had just stepped outside to answer yet another one of Sofia's angry phone calls.

"To be honest, she's such a bitch."

"Kelce!" You look behind you, double-checking that no one of importance is behind you. "You shouldn't say that."

Kelce merely shrugs.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me.

You opened your own instagram, scrolling through the numerous photos you had posted with Rafe. It was a mirroring of his with Sofia. You were looking at him with all of the love in the world meanwhile he was just smiling for the camera.

Standing by and waiting at your back door. All this time, how could you not know, baby?

Had you not made it obvious enough? Cancelling plans at a text from him saying "Can I come over?". You were so in love with him it was laughable.

You belong with me, you belong with me.

Opening your texts with Rafe again you began to type a message.

I love you

You belong with me.

Your shaking fingers hover over the send button.

Have you ever just thought, maybe, "You belong with me"?

Just then, a text comes in from a new number.

you need to stop talking to rafe or ill make you wish you were dead.

Your heart stopped.

Sofia.

You belong with me.

You deleted your message to Rafe, shut off your phone, and curled into a fetal position.

All you wanted was him.

All you wanted was for him to love you back.

Hi. Lol.

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moremaybank · 8 months

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SPARKS FLY — r.c

day two the very first night with rafe cameron

pairing hockey player!rafe cameron x fem!flight attendant!reader

summary your first day on the job as one of the flight attendants for the obx thunder proves to be a challenge when you encounter rafe cameron, the team captain who is known for his playboy ways.

warnings kind of suggestive but not too much

author's note inspired by mile high by liz tomforde, and now i kinda wanna make it into a mini series (oh lord). also, i don't know why i chose kendall jenner, she was just the first person to come to mind LOL sorry

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; series masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

The private jet's engines roared to life as the OBX Thunder prepared to take off for their first away game of the season. Rafe Cameron, the team's captain and undoubtedly most popular member swaggered onto the plane with his signature devilish grin and glimmer in his blue eyes. He was ready to take home another win, ready to hear the crowd cheer his name loudly from the stands and be tackled by his teammates in celebration.

What he wasn't ready for, however, was meeting you.

There you stood at the entrance of the jet, greeting each player with a bright smile. The lights casted a glow onto your dewy skin, catching the high points of your face and illuminating you beautifully. Your hair was perfectly in place, and your uniform hugged your curves so tightly that it made Rafe wonder what they looked like bare.

He strolled in, and was instantly unable to resist making a move when he came face to face with you.

"Well, well," he drawled, peering down at you due to your substantial height difference. "A gorgeous face to make this flight more enjoyable. Lucky me."

Rafe extended his hand. "Rafe Cameron. Team captain."

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his antics. You ignore the hand in front of you as you speak. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cameron. If you would kindly take your seat, we can get things moving. I'm not here to entertain."

"No need to be so serious, sweetheart. Let's make this flight memorable," he chuckled, his charm practically oozing from his pores. He offered you a playful smirk when you glared at him, and then he was gone, doing as he was told.

As you watched him walk toward his seat, your eyes couldn't help but linger on his large frame. He was handsome. You weren't blind. His buzzed hair, playful eyes and roguish charm. Muscles bulging from beneath his Nike Tech zip up. Grey sweatpants accentuating a feature you had to force yourself not to acknowledge. His attractive features were hard not to notice. But you were also well aware of the headlines constantly circling him.

Rafe Cameron seen exiting the Sapphire Club with four girls on his arms. Rafe Cameron spotted on his yacht getting intimate with model and reality TV star, Kendall Jenner. Rafe Cameron breaks things off with Kendall Jenner at the Grammy's after party and leaves with an unknown woman.

You definitely were not interested in inserting yourself into that situation. You refused to be just another one of his meaningless flings. And though ignoring him might have proved to be difficult, you were up to the task.

As the flight took off, Rafe couldn't help himself. He needed your eyes on him again. He needed to speak to you, charm you into liking him. He was curious about how long you'd deny that spark between you two. So, he raised his hand and pushed the call button above him.

There you came, strolling out and down the walkway to attend to whatever he needed. "How can I help you, Mr. Cameron?"

"Well, you can start by calling me Rafe. Mr. Cameron is way too formal," he grins.

You let out a sigh, pushing away the instinct to roll your eyes at him. "How can I help you, Rafe?"

He closed his eyes, humming contently as he leaned back into his seat. "Hm. I love the way you say my name. Sounds pretty on those lips."

You tried to deny it, but that statement made your heart flutter, and made another part of you flutter as well. Don't fall for it, you reminded yourself.

"Like I said earlier, I'm here to work, not to entertain. So if you're just going to waste my time, I'm gonna head back."

Rafe's hand gently latched onto your wrist, halting you from leaving. "A challenge, huh? I like that. Usually it's the other way around."

You removed yourself from his hold, and leaned in real close. Your voice dropped a few octaves, and you offered him a sultry look. You could tell he was excited. You had him right where you wanted him; believing that you were going to take the bait and give in.

"Let's get one thing straight, Mr. Cameron. We're going to be spending a lot of time together during your season. But just know..." you inched even closer, "I'm here because I have to be. Not because I want to be. So you can forget about trying to win me over. I'm not one of your little obsessed fans."

You turned around, strutting away with a hypnotizing shake of your hips that had Rafe biting at his hooked finger. His knuckle grew red at the force of him physically trying to restrain himself.

"I'm going to get you to like me! You'll see!" He called after you.

His determination was endearing, so you smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you walked away. "Not likely, Cameron!"

The thing was, you weren't sure if those words would end up being true.

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If We Go Down | J.M.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: When JJ gets knocked off the boat and almost drowns, you do everything you can to keep his head above the water. Later, John B tells him how you saved his life.

A/N: I saw a post about jj not knowing kie almost drowned for him and I had to write something based on it. As usual I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to end it so it just cuts off. It’s also not entirely proofread lol

As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actor’s age.

Warnings: violence, almost drowning

Word Count: 1.5k

This was absolutely going down as one of the weirdest weeks of your life, and with everything you and the pogues had gotten up to in the past year, that was saying something. But sneaking onto a ship to save Sarah from her fucked up family and, hopefully, getting back the magical golden cross that once belonged to Pope’s ancestors, that definitely had to take the cake.

You and JJ have been paired up on this expedition, seeing as you always make the best team, and have been tasked to lock the passengers and crew hull. Piece of cake right?

JJ leans against the wall next to the hull door, pressing himself as close as he can so as to not be seen. You follow suit on the opposite side, peaking around the corner to count everyone who entered.

“How many?” JJ whispers to you. You hold up three fingers. He peaks through the doorway and holds up six more. After a minute, you hear the Cameron’s coming. Around the corner you see Rafe, Wheezie, and Rose enter the hull.

You turn back to JJ. “That’s everyone,” you whisper and nod your head towards the door.

“Except Ward. We need Ward.”

“We don’t have time to wait, J.”

He pauses for a moment and then with a sigh, he motions toward the door. The two of you bolt towards it, pressing your full body weight against it in an attempt to slam it shut. You aren’t fast enough, the crew pushing back against the heavy door.

“Close it, close it!” JJ yells.

“I’m trying!” You push with all the strength you have, JJ pressing his body up against yours. “Lock it!”

He slams the lock in place and you both take a deep breath. From inside the hull you hear a crew member yell, “Try the other door!”

You and JJ lock eyes. “There’s another door.” In a split second you’re both sprinting to the other side of the hull, slamming and locking the door before they can escape.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out.

After dealing with the hull, you and JJ help Pope hook up the cross to the crane so that he can move it to the lifeboat. Then it's time to head up to the deck. The two of you move about the ship considerably less carefully now that the crew and passengers have all been taken care of. Or so you thought. As you round the corner to the stairs, you come face to face with the angry captain.

“I don’t see him,” JJ muses, looking over the side for John B.

“JJ.”

He stops in his tracks. “Of course,” he quips, “There’s more of you.”

“Get down on your knees,” the captain orders.

“Yeah, that's not gonna happen.” JJ charges at the captain, who swings his machete, narrowly missing JJ’s head. You grab his arm as JJ pins him against the wall. He lands a punch to the captain's temple and you pull a door hitting him square in the face, knocking him to the ground.

As JJ squares up, you look over the side of the boat to yell for your friends. You don’t get a chance before JJ gets knocked to the ground, hitting his head against the boat, leaving him in a daze.

The captain turns on you, swinging his machete as you try to scramble away.

“Y/N!” JJ scrambles up, slightly dizzy. “Y/N!”

He lunges for the captain, trying to keep him away from you, but catches an elbow to the throat, throwing him even more off balance. He stumbles again.

The captain turns toward you, swinging his machete but you duck, causing him to miss. His hand keeps moving with the force of his swing, bashing the blunt end of his weapon directly into JJ’s temple. The hit renders JJ unconscious, knocking him backwards where his legs hit the edge of the boat, and he tumbles overboard.

“JJ!” You scream, moving toward the edge of the boat. You kick the captain as he whirls on you again, knocking him to the ground. It gives you just enough time to climb up on the ledge and leap without hesitation.

You gasp as you resurface, the cold water knocking the wind out of you. You wish you had a minute to adjust, but you know you have no time to waste as you turn and see JJ floating face down in the water. Paddling over as quickly as you can, you flip him over and lift his head to your shoulder.

“JJ, JJ wake up!” You tap his face lightly, straining with the effort to keep both your heads above the water. You know you won’t be able to hold on long. “Help! John B, Pope, anyone!”

“Y/N!” You hear faint voices coming around the ship. “Y/N! JJ!”

“You hear that? John B’s coming. Hold on J, just hold on.” Your voice cracks as you plead with him.

“John B!” You yell again as loud as you can, but your strength is fading.

You can feel yourself slipping further into the cold water, fighting with every bit of strength you have left. There’s nothing left you can do, you keep treading water, but the water starts lapping over your face. You know you can’t support the weight of two bodies any longer, but you refuse to let JJ go. As you suck in one last deep breath, the water engulfs you.

If you go down together, so be it. You won’t leave him to die.

Just as your vision starts fading to black, you feel a pair of hands grabbing your shoulders. JJ’s weight starts lifting off you as you feel yourself rising through the water. You grab onto JJ’s waist tighter as you break through the surface, not wanting to lose him.

“Y/N,” Kiara calls out to you, “It’s okay. Let him go, we’ve got him.”

You look up to see John B and Kie hauling JJ into the lifeboat and reluctantly relinquish your hold. Pope pulls you the rest of the way into the boat and you all collapse in a jumble between the benches.

Before you even have time to catch your breath, you’re up again, moving to where JJ is leaning against the side of the boat, eyes still closed, chest not rising.

You shake his shoulder gently. “JJ, wake up. C’mon J, please open your eyes!” You plead, eyes burning, filled with tears. Behind you, your friends exchange worried glances.

“Please,” you whisper one last time, “I need you.”

He jerks suddenly, sputtering as he coughs up the water in his lungs. Everyone lets out cheers and sighs of relief.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, dude,” John B laughs.

“Oh thank god,” you murmur, feeling like you can’t breathe. Tears stream down your cheeks faster than you can wipe them away.

JJ turns to you, eyes stopping on your hand resting on his shoulder. He smirks at you. “Sup?” You let out a watery laugh. Same old JJ, always cracking jokes.

You shake him gently. “You scared the shit out of me, you asshole.” Pulling him close, you cradle his head in your arms, careful to avoid the spot where he was hit.

Later that night, you sit around the fire Pope built on the little uninhabited island you were all currently calling home. “Poguelandia” as JJ had dubbed it. He seemed to be feeling alright, but you kept him in your sights at all times. The hit he took to the head was pretty major and you couldn’t help but worry about him.

Everyone chats in pairs. Sarah and Kie debrief on what happened to one another while on the boat, Pope and Cleo discuss the best course of action for shelter, and JJ and John B sit next to you, roasting fish over the fire. You just sit quietly, watching JJ out of the corner of your eye, not really listening to their conversation until you hear your name.

“Seriously dude, you should’ve seen her. Y/N was ready to go down with you,” John B explains, “By the time we got there you were both going under, but she wouldn’t give up. She wouldn’t even let go of you as we tried to get you in the boat.”

JJ turns toward you. “You really did that for me? You could’ve drowned.”

You just shrug in response. “I wasn’t going to abandon you. If you go down, I go down too.” He just looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “It’s not a big deal, J. I’m just glad you're okay.”

JJ scoffs. “Not a big deal? Y/N, you saved my life.”

Your eyes well up with tears again at the reminder of how close you came to losing him and you turn away, not wanting him to see. “Well, I mean you would’ve done the same for me, if the roles were reversed, right?”

JJ takes your chin in his hand, turning you to face him. He wipes away a tear as it falls, thumb brushing over your cheek.

“I would risk my life for you in a heartbeat.”

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