#and don’t even get me started on them bringing fucking cameron back. and all the rwanda shit.
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Baby’s Gotta Gun (Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader)
Summary: You’ve been in a situationship with Rafe for over a year and when you show up to his party that he invited you to and there’s another girl all over him, you’ve finally had it. WK: 1.3k
Warnings: Gun play, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, reader is a lil unhinged, switch!Rafe, switch!reader, a lil fluff dashed in. Porn/no plot. 18+MNDI!
This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game, feel free to click the link and come play!!🤍
“Tell me, tell me who owns this fucking cock.” You run the tip of his pistol over his plush split slick lips while you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it. The sound of your wet cunt and hips slapping together echoing through the room.
“You - fuckin’ shit - you do baby, you own my cock.” Rafe’s eyes roll back when you start to rotate your hips, his large hands grip onto the fat of your ass while you ride him like a fucking succubus.
“Didn’t I tell you to fucking look at me while I take what’s mine, huh?” You move the gun to his head, shoving it against his temple as your free hand grips onto his jaw, squeezing his cheeks together until he opens his eyes. “You look those other girls in the eyes while you fuck them or do you just get it in and move on? Because when you fuck me you take your time, tell me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to you but then you’re buried in the next hoe you see.”
“Baby, I’m sorry. You know - oh fuuuck - you know you’re my girl.” Rafe feels like he’s about to fucking bust any second. Your pace doesn’t falter for a moment, fucking yourself on his cock like you’re trying to drain him of every drop of cum in his body. Driven by pure jealousy and rage.
“Yeah? You’re always fucking saying that, Cameron. But then shit like this happens. I show up to your party, that you invited me to and there’s some bitch on your lap with her tongue down your throat the minute I get here?” You run the barrel of the gun down the side of his face as you chuckle darkly, using your grip on his jaw to shake his head side to side. “If you don’t want anything serious why are you always buying me shit? Scaring off every dude that talks to me? Telling everyone I belong to you while you’re out fucking around?”
“It’s just… baby, shit, if you keep fucking me like that I’m gonna fucking blow my load any second.” Rafe hates to admit that your possessive jealousy is only turning him on more. The crazy look in your eyes, the way you’re fucking him like you own him, while you hold his gun. It’s really fucking doing it for him.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Rafe. I’m not done with you. Answer my god damn question.” You slow your pace a bit as you take his face in both of your hands, the grip you still have on the pistol causing it to press against the side of his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m all yours from now on, alright? I fuckin’ mean it. I was just scared, baby. You’re too perfect for me. Knew if I made you mine for real I’d have to marry you someday.” He’s not even sure why he said that, it’s not like he hasn’t subconsciously thought about it before. You were perfect in every way before but this possessive display just makes him want you even more.
“HA! Thirty minutes ago you were dry humping some girl you’ve never talked to and now you’re talking marriage? Be so fucking for real, Rafe.” You bring the gun to his temple again, leaning in so your lips are brushing the shell of his ear. “If you were a real man you would’ve made it official a fucking year ago.”
That was the final straw for him. If you didn’t wanna believe him he would fucking show you how serious he was. He grips onto the gun, easily ripping it from your hand while his other arm wraps around your waist, using his hold on you to flip you on your back. He hovers over you, turning the tables on you by pressing the gun against the side of your head.
“Will you just shut the fuck up for a second. You’re my girl, aight? My girl.”
“I’ve heard that like a million times, pretty boy, doesn’t mean shit to me. You really think I’m gonna just-“ your words are cut short when he slips the gun between your lips.
“I said stop talking, I fucking mean it every time I say it. And you’re right. I was being a pussy bitch. But now I’m gonna show you who you belong to, who I belong too.” He pulls the barrel out of your mouth slightly before slipping it back between your lips. “Suck.”
You roll your eyes, leaving your lips open. He grips onto his cock, slamming it into your wet pussy in one swift motion, starting up at the brutal pace. “I” Thrust. “Said” Thrust. “Fucking suck.”
Your eyes roll back, this time in pleasure, as your wrap your lips around the cool metal, swirling your tongue.
“Hey” His large hand slaps your cheek lightly. “Fucking look at me while I take what’s mine.”
Your eyes fly open and you're met with his intense ocean blue stare as he fucks you hard and deep, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust of his hips. “Yeah, there’s my fucking girl.”
He pulls the gun from your mouth, pushing himself up on his knees, his thrusts never faltering. He smirks down at you before bringing the spit slick barrel to your clit, circling it in time with his cock pounding into you.
“Ohmyfuckinggod!” You cry out as you cum, your walls pulsing around him.
“Yeah that’s it, fuckin’ cum for me, that’s my girl. Say it, say you’re my girl.”
“I’m your girl, daddy, I’m your girl.” You babble and Rafe smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you now that you’re back to calling him his rightful title.
“And I’m yours baby, got it? Always been yours. Always thought about you. Always felt shitty and just wanted to see you after I fucked around with anyone else.” He feels his high start to build, tossing the gun to the side before he leans down, covering your body with his. He laces his fingers with yours and captures your lips in a surprisingly tender kiss, that completely contradicted the way he was fucking you.
“Yeah, you’re fucking mine. I’ll kill any bitch that tries to touch you.” You practically growl, burying your face into his neck so you can suck on his skin, marking him as yours.
“That’s so fucking hot - shiiiit, baby girl, I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill my pretty little pussy up.” You bite down onto his shoulder as your long manicured nails scratch down his back, marking him up even further and it sends him over the edge. His hips still against yours as his cock twitches inside you, painting your walls with his cum. “Yeah, that’s a fuckin’ good girl, take my fuckin’ cum.”
Rafe rolls off of you, panting as he falls to his side. He pulls you into him and you lay your head on his chest, placing a soft kiss on his peck.
“Did you mean all of that?” You ask nervously, afraid to look at him.
“Babe, look at me.” He cradles your face in his hand urging you to look up at him. When your eyes meet his, he smiles softly. “You’re my girl, okay? And I’m yours. No more games. No more bitches. Just you and me, aight?”
“Yeah, alright. That sounds nice, daddy.” He leans down, kissing you passionately as he weaves his fingers through your hair.
“Plus, I’ll kill any guy that even breathes your air.”
“Yeah? Well I’ll kill any bitch that even thinks about you.” He chuckles, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. After this? He kinda believes you. But he doesn’t mind, because he would kill for you anyday.
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the fact that the snp are the ones leading the ceasefire stuff in parliament…… and all the fucking tories voted against. not to indyref agitate on main but i am fucking sick and tired of scotland getting dragged into the bad decisions of westminster. NONE OF US VOTED FOR YOU, YOU GREEDY XENOPHOBIC PRICKS.
#plant rant#every snp mp is backing the ceasefire#and it counts for nothing.#fuck this stupid fascist country. anyway.#i do not want to detract from the importance of advocating for the ceasefire btw. that’s the most important thing here#it’s just a very telling litmus test of how the government really works innit#and don’t even get me started on them bringing fucking cameron back. and all the rwanda shit.#and kier starmer continuing to show his true colours as a tory in disguise. fucking hell
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watch and learn (part two)
pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
content warning drug and alcohol use
summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.
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You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.
You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.
You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.
Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.
Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know
You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.
You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.
You: might take you up on that
Rafe: might?
You: might :)
Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.
Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.
He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends
Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.
You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that
He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.
Rafe: wtf why
You: you’re a fuckboy
Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing
You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do
Rafe: you can’t take all the credit
You: watch me
Rafe: you’re annoying
You: YOU’RE annoying
You: send me the address and time for the party
He quickly sends you the details.
This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.
Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.
Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.
“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.
“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.
“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.
His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.
You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.
“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”
Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.
He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.
“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”
You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.
“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.
“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.
You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.
“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.
“Your neighbor?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”
Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.
“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.
“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.
“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.
“How was it?” Blake asks.
Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.
“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.
Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.
“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.
“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.
“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”
“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.
Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.
“Go for it,” Rafe says.
Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.
You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.
You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.
You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.
As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.
Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.
You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol
You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.
The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.
You reply: too scared :( no thanks
You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.
You text again: jk let’s go
He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.
“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”
“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.
“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.
“I knew it before.”
“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”
“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.
“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.
You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.
“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.
“This is your car?”
“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.
“It makes so much sense now.”
“What?”
“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.
“And?”
“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”
Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.
You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.
Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.
He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepen the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.
He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.
Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.
“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”
“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.
“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.
“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.
“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.
“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”
“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.
“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”
You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”
“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.
“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.
You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.
“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.
You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.
“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.
“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”
You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.
His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.
“Should I use both hands?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.
He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.
Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.
“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.
You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.
“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”
You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.
“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”
The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.
“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”
You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds himself this is supposed to be instructional.
“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”
You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.
“Is it wet enough?” you ask.
“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.
“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”
You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.
Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.
Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.
“You gonna swallow?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.
He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.
His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.
You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.
“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.
It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.
“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.
“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”
Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.
“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.
“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.
“We could get caught.”
“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”
You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.
“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”
You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.
He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.
Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.
“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”
“Okay,” you say.
“Do you want to fuck?”
You nod.
“Say it.”
“Yeah, I do,” you relent.
“Then take your clothes off.”
(part three)
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Control
Warnings: public cock warming, public unprotected sex, degrading, praise, Frat Boy Rafe 🔥
I didn’t object to Rafe pulling me onto his lap, trapping me between him and the table. I didn’t object when his hand started to trace circles along my inner thigh under my plaid skirt as he continued to read his book with his free hand. I didn’t even object when he began to palm my aching bare pussy. He’d made me take my panties off before we came and tuck them in his pocket. You didn’t complain when you were dating Rafe Cameron. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. And if he wanted to fuck you in the silent library, surrounded by his college peers then you let him.
I tried to be a good girl and not shift too much on his lap but it was hard with the way his skilled fingers kept stroking my clit until my pussy and thighs were absolutely soaked.
“Rafe.” I whispered, my head against his shoulder.
“Don’t move.” Rafe instructed in a whisper, never looking up from his book. I glanced around but no one was looking up or noticed. Everyone had their nose in a book, deep in concentration. The only way they could see what was happening was if they looked under the table. But I still had to remain quiet.
I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down even as he reached lower and buried two fingers inside me. I clamped my mouth shut, turning my head and attempting to plead with him with my eyes but he didn’t even look up from his book. A minute passed and his fingers didn’t move. I was starting to become delirious with need. I was about to start begging in front of all these people when his thumb pressed against my clit. My body jerked against the table but no one looked up, my heart beating erratically in my chest.
“I told you not to move.” Rafe finally spoke again in my ear, his voice low in warning.
“Rafe, please, let’s go somewhere.” I hissed back, my hands gripping the table to keep myself from grinding against his fingers.
“No, I have to study.” Rafe said, turning back to his book. I was going to die. I was going to cum in front of his peers and die of humiliation and maybe even a heart attack. I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Reach behind you and undo my pants.” Rafe murmurs softly in my ear. Oh god.
My hands shake as I do as instructed, his cock springing free the moment his button releases. He wasn’t wearing boxers. I try to bring my hands back around but Rafe curls his fingers inside me, making me gasp and jerk against him. Still, no one looks up or pays us any mind.
“Stand up and take a drink of your water then sit back down on my cock.” Rafe instructs, his low voice like a caress down my spine. He removes his fingers from inside me as I plant my feet on the floor and push myself up to reach for my water bottle. I take a small sip as I feel him guide his cock between my legs and to my soaked entrance.
“Rafe?” I startle, looking to one of his friends across the table who’s trying to get his attention. I’m afraid to move but Rafe’s fingers nudge my thigh, telling me to sit down.
“Yea?” Rafe asks, like I’m not about to sit down on his cock in front of all his peers. Rafe sits his book down to grab my thigh under the table and forces me to sit. The hardest thing I’d ever encountered was resisting the urge to let my eyes roll into the back of my head as he filled me. His cock was so thick and hard that I couldn’t think.
I could barely lean forward enough to grab my book but it only made him reach a different angle and I stopped abruptly, my inner walls spasming and my bottom lip quivers. The pleasure was so intense I felt like I was going to cry.
“Did you get the finance worksheet done?” Rafe’s friend asks. Rafe’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me firmly against his chest as he picks up his book again. I raise my own book to hide my face. They engage in conversation about homework in low voices so not to draw negative attention from the librarian all while I’m on the verge of unraveling. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. Just as ravenous as I was.
Finally, Rafe relaxes into his seat and widens his legs, only driving his cock deeper. I let the book rest against my forehead to keep from moaning. I could feel sweat running down my back and on the back of my neck. I reach down to slide my hand under my skirt to take the edge off, to hell with these people, when Rafe’s hand suddenly snatches my wrist, holding it firmly against my side.
“Behave and I’ll let you finish.” Rafe murmurs into my ear, his breath on my skin giving me goosebumps and making me clench around him. The teasing was driving me mad. I needed to move. I needed to rock back and forth between bounces on his cock. I needed him to slap my pussy as I chased my release. I needed..
“Easy. You’re tightening around me. Wouldn’t want me to get mine without yours, would you?” Rafe taunts in my ear. My nostrils flare and I debate standing. To hell with this.
Just then a book slams shut and one of his friends announces it’s time to get something to eat. The rest follow suit except one girl who looks between us, her murderous glare landing on me before she follows the rest of them. I suddenly felt privileged to be sitting on Rafe’s cock out in the open if it brought the jealous bitch some misery.
Now that we’re alone, Rafe sits his book down and wraps his free arm around my waist. My heart rate kicks into high gear as he positions my legs on either side of his, opening me obscenely wide while immobilizing me.
“R-Rafe—.” I start, my body beginning to tremble.
“Take your panties from my pocket and put them in your mouth. I know you’re a desperate little bitch but I need you to be quiet.” Rafe murmurs, his hand sliding between my legs to stroke my clit. I buck and whimper as I reach back with a shaky hand and dig my panties from his jacket pocket. This was so degrading but I didn’t care. His cock was so hard inside me and rubbing against places that threatened to send me to another dimension. If he wanted me to put my own panties in my mouth, I would.
“Good girl.” Rafe purred, lightly slapping his hand against my pussy. My body seized and I gripped the table for dear life. Anyone could walk around the corner and catch us. We could be expelled.
All thoughts left me as Rafe begin to move, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me like his soul purpose in life was to see me lose control.
“Fuck yes.” Rafe breathed, pumping his hips harder and faster. The sound of my arousal was obvious with every push and pull of his thick cock. The thought of being caught only made me more wet. I was right there. Right. There.
“Put your feet on the floor and grab the table.” Rafe suddenly says, helping me maneuver my shaking legs over his to reach the floor. My body tightened around his again as I brought my legs together, tears filling my eyes as I did as I was told.
“Lift up just a little and hold it. Don’t move.” Rafe rasps, his voice thick with need too. Good. I wanted this to drive him just as crazy.
The moment I used the table to lift myself up, he started to fuck me hard and fast, his pelvis slamming against my ass where he yanked my skirt up. I buried my face against my arm to keep from making any noises even with my own panties in my mouth as he pistoned into me, using his hands on my hips to pull me back into every thrust. All while he stayed sitting down.
“Cum you little slut. Let me feel it drip down to my fucking balls.” I didn’t have to be told twice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body seizing and convulsing as he ripped the most intense orgasm of my life from my body. I knew I’d made a mess. I faintly heard a small gasp that I knew hadn’t came from me so I lifted my eyes to find the mean girl from earlier watching us with wide eyes and her hand over her mouth. I smiled at her just as Rafe huffed a breath and spilled inside me, flooding my insides with his warmth.
“Goddamn.” Rafe breathed, pulling me back against him as the evidence of what we’d just done drips from me. The girl turns and flees and that makes me happier.
“How about you get underneath this table and clean up our mess then we’ll go get dinner?” Rafe whispers in my ear, his hand sliding between us to cup where we’re still connected. I turn my head to face him and he pulls my panties from my mouth and kisses me hard. I begin to rock my hips again, my cares from earlier completely forgotten about as I chase another high. Rafe pulls back from the kiss to smirk at me, his hand sliding lower to force two fingers inside me along with his cock. I wince. The stretch too much but too good to stop.
“Greedy fucking slut. One more then you’re going to lap up this mess.” Rafe breathes, kissing me again to silence me as I fall apart again.
If he wanted me to crawl naked on broken glass just to taste him.. I would.
You didn’t tell Rafe Cameron no.
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thoughts on jj x bunny!reader ??
oooof, yes. i think it’s time we revisit the au where it’s bsf!jj and kook, prissy, well groomed bunny!reader.
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you’re total opposites. yes you want to fuck eachother. yes you’re both oblivious to this.
your parents were never a fan of the pogue boy from the start. especially your father. he didn’t like the way that dirty pogue with the big smug smile would shake his hand at the door when he’d come round to pick you up, still wearing that black backwards cap and an expression that said ‘i’m probably balls deep in your sweet innocent daughter. you’ll never know.’ they’d scowl when they’d watch you disappear down the driveway with him, clutching his arm, practically rubbing all up on him in your tiny skirts. sometimes he’d even look back at them with a cheeky grin, like he just couldn’t believe it either. it was obscene, but they couldn’t stop you. you were soft, yes — but what bunny wanted, bunny got — and it just so appeared that bunny wanted to slum it with some blonde stoner from the cut, so for now they’d have to bite their tongue until you learn your lesson.
jj can’t spoil you like he wants to, no— he’s broke, and plus there wasn’t much you didn’t already have. but he’ll be damned if he didn’t give you the princess treatment, it was the least he could do for perving on his sweet, innocent best friend who knew no better (right?)
what this entails, is never having the power to tell you no. you need picking up from a kook party because you’re too tipsy and he certainly doesn’t trust rafe cameron to see it to it that you’re safe? he’s already outside, and has been for twenty minutes. you wanna learn how to smoke weed because you’ve never done it before? it’s better off he teaches you anyway, right? he would put his foot down with you, clearly needing some guidance and ‘taming’ if you will, but it’s harder than it seems.
“please, jayj?” you cling to his arm stood at his side, plush tits pressed against his bicep and eyelashes batting up at him routinely.
“nah, don’t do that.” he groans, shutting his eyes.
“pleaaaase?”
“you know it’s like, really not fair to pull the doe eyes on me. disappointing you is like… choking out a baby rabbit or something.”
“so you’ll come with me?” you muse hopefully and his eyes flutter, bordering on a roll as he licks his lips.
“fine, okay? fine.”
“weak.” john b passes by, clucking his tongue with a smug head shake.
“weak and pussy whipped.” pope follows him, bringing his can to his lips.
he’s also always getting looped into all of your girly shit somehow. “lets uh, keep this our special little secret, yeah cupcake?” he’s likely to say from your bedroom wearing a robe too small for him with cucumbers on his eyes, a victim of your ‘spa day’— which he secretly agreed to because he saw the potential of some possible feel-ups. maybe a massage, or showering together. not this shit.
you’ve also heard the phrase. “aint no way you’ve tied a pink ribbon to my bike again, princess.” more times than you can count. again, girly shit.
it does pay off though, the pogue tucked up in your pristine bed when your parents are out of town, whistling jokingly when you arrive back from the shower with just a towel tied round you.
“ooo—wee, aint that a sight.” he calls and you giggle, walking over to his side.
“not ashamed of anythin’ around you, jayj— just that comfortable. look!” you pull the towel off, giggling and doing a spin as you reveal your still dripping naked figure, pretty much the blondes wet dream presented before him.
it’s safe to say he nearly loses composure, but he’ll settle for you riling yourself up based purely on his reaction and praise, writhing your naked body on his lap only fifteen minutes later, humping him through his sweatpants.
“th—this isn’t normal for best friends, jj!” you mewl, body still warm and damp as he paws at you anywhere he can get his hands on.
“sure it is, sweetcheeks. don’t even trip.”
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Okay but a new employee at rafe’s company starts flirting with trophy wife reader (not knowing she’s married to rafe) and rafe finds out and ends up fucking her on his desk to show her who she belongs to (extra points if the guy walks in on them)
Rafe would be furious, he trusted you more than anything but not the new guy. He didn’t trust him one bit, especially not with all the rumors he’s heard about him making moves on you every single day. He knew he needed to do something to get the guy to fuck off, that’s why he called you into the dudes office and shut the door. He’d close the blinds before grabbing your hips and bending you over the desk. The black lacy thong Rafe had gotten you for your birthday was drenched, he’d get on his knees and place soft kisses up your thighs until he reached the soaked fabric. Slowly, he’d take them off and shove them in his back pocket so that they were just barely peaking out and attach his mouth to your dripping hole. He savored your cunt like it was his last meal, he fucking loved eating you out. The way your thighs would tremble, clench around his head and hold him in place when you came, it was euphoric. A high that no drug would ever bring him. He’d keep going even after you came, not stopping until you were pushing him away. But he wasn’t done, oh no. He was just getting started. He’d pull his pants down, his boxers following shortly after, and pull his cock out. The tip was swollen, leaking with precum, perfectly sculpted to hit that spot inside you every single time. He’d slide it up and down your folds, teasing you, wanting to hear you beg for it like the cock hungry whore you were at home. “Please Rafe” you’d whine, wanting him to fill you up so full like he always did. “Please, please, please what? Huh, what do you want from me, say it slut” his mocking and degrading words only causing more of your arousal to leak out. “Please fuck my cunt Rafe, make me yours” that was enough for him, he’d slide his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you still were and how good you squeezed around him. You’d grip the desk, freshly painted nails scratching it from how good you felt, cheek smushed against the cold surface. One hand would be in your hair to, the other would hold your wrists behind your back as your hips collided against the desk hard enough to bruise with each thrust. You’d try to keep quiet, not wanting anyone to hear, but Rafe demanded for you to be as loud as you could. He wanted to hear the pretty sounds you made (and for the new guy to hear so he’d come walking in) and so you did, loud moans of his name, begging him to go deeper, the whimpers and whines you’d let out when he hit a certain spot deep inside you. It was all getting to be too much, the tension in your stomach growing and Rafe’s thrusting becoming more and more sloppy. But then the door opened, you don’t know who walked in since your cheek was against the desk and you were facing the wall, but Rafe could see. And the smug fucker looked the new guy dead in the eyes as you came around his cock, your arousal gushing around him and all over the guys chair and floor, the guy quickly left. His eyes wide and face flushed from embarrassment, he got the message loud and clear. You belong to Rafe Cameron and Rafe Cameron only. Rafe would pull out once he emptied his load inside of you, a white ring of your cum around his cock as he watched it leak out of you and onto your inner thighs. You would pull your skirt down and straighten your hair before looking for your underwear and a tissue. “No. You walk out of here with my cum inside your needy bare cunt, let them all see that you’re mine.” he’d say before slapping your ass and waking out of the office, loving all the wide eyed stares he’d received, some of them staring the the lacy fabric peeking out of his pocket. You followed shortly after, keeping your head down and thighs clenched. Possessive Rafe was your favorite and this was exactly why
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Let Me Study, Angel
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Semi-Public Oral Sex
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.6K
Summary: Rafe needs to pass this exam and he thought Y/N would be the perfect study buddy, but she is actually a bad influence.
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Rafe doesn’t normally care for studying, but with the threat of not passing this class, he really needs to get at least a 90% on his final exam. This is about 50% higher than what he usually gets in his assignments for this class. He thought having Y/N with him would encourage him to be more productive. However, Y/N’s exam season has ended and this meant that she is not the help he thought she would be. Her pen clicks against the desk impatiently and Rafe’s eyes won’t leave his laptop. “Angel, can you stop please?” he begs as the sound keeps drawing attention to her. “I need to focus. Could you maybe test me please?” She whispers an apology and takes his laptop to start asking him questions.
Once they figure out what he still needs to review, Y/N goes back to impatiently waiting for him to finish, so she opens up her book to distract her. The more she reads, the spicier the book gets and she feels herself in need of Rafe’s attention. She gets up from her seat, leaning across the table to capture her lips in his. He is a little shocked at first but reciprocates after a few seconds. She expects him to get up and take her back to his house because she needs him, yet, all he can do is pull away. “Angel, I’m sorry. I have to study.” His mantra for the evening is really getting on her nerves. She sits back with a pout when an idea pops into her mind. The section of the library they are in is private and empty at the moment. She knows there are no cameras back here because she worked here freshman year.
Her body slowly starts sliding down the chair, so she is underneath the table, which goes unnoticed by Rafe who is reading about the best marketing techniques. Her fingertip leaves a ghost trail all the way up his inner thigh to his waiting penis. His whole body freezes at her touch and he looks down at her. “What are you doing?” he grits through closed teeth. She gives him an innocent smile, “Don’t mind me, just keeping myself busy.” She unbuckles his belt and pulls his briefs down just enough to take out his dick. “Let me study, Angel,” he warns with a tone that goes directly to her core. She ignores his words and takes him into her mouth. Her head starts to bob while her hands pump whatever doesn’t fit in her mouth. He has now abandoned studying in favour of seeing how far she is willing to go at the library.
He tries to quiet his moans by biting on her pen, but it is proving to be difficult so his hands find the back of her head. The force he applies to push her down is not one she is unused to and it is certainly one that she craves sometimes. He starts bucking his hips like crazy to make this go faster before they get caught. Her hands no longer need to pump the rest of his shaft, so she brings them to the growing wetness between her thighs. Her fingers coat themselves in her juices before she uses one to puncture her closed lips. Her moans are muffled by the cock in her mouth. The movement of her fingers speeds up to match his pace and she slips another finger into herself.
They both go over the edge in a sea of quiet pants as he brings her up to straddle his lap. She rearranges her underwear and helps him tuck himself back into his pants. His forehead finds her. He gives her a kiss on the lips before shutting his laptop, “Come on, let's finish this in my room.” “What about studying?” she lets out a giggle.
“Fuck studying.”
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TEARS |ONE SHOT|
S1 Rafe x F Reader!
{OPEN COMMAND}
[English is not my native languagess❗️❗️]
SYNOPSIS: Rafe Cameron takes revenge by all possible means.
TW: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, alcohol, sex, rape, insult.
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If you could pick a horrible day in your life, you’d pick tonight.
You don’t know when the party went wrong, you remember dancing with Sarah your best friend and with your boyfriend JJ at midsummer, then everything went fast. JJ who is taken away by security he throws you a bad look then goes hand in hand with your worst enemy Kiara.
You realized something was wrong, and when you called your boyfriend and you went straight to voicemail, you got it.
Your relationship was over, maybe not for you, but for him, it was decided. You were no longer his girlfriend.
That’s how you ended up on the side of the road alone in the middle of the night with a bottle of alcohol in your hand. Your makeup was ruined, your hair that took you so long to straighten looked like nothing and you didn’t walk straight in your white heels which was in connection with your long white dress.
you walked aimlessly when the lights of a car lit you, you did not stop. However, the car slowed down, the passenger window fell down. You did not pay attention and continued to walk.
"Well, wouldn’t that be Maybank’s girlfriend?" asks a male voice. You stop and the car too. you look at your interlocutor to see Rafe Cameron, elbows out detailing you like a predator.
you wipe your tears and look at him. "Ex-girlfriend." you say while drinking a sip of alcohol. he raises his eyebrows and a smile appears on his face, an unhealthy smile.
"Do you want to change your mind with us?" he asks, you approach the vehicle and see Topper and Kelce. Kelce shakes while laughing a little white bag. "I’m not using drugs," you say away.
"It’s okay, as long as you drink it’s cool, right?" he turns to the boys, they laugh. You look at them before heading towards the back of the car, you get in the latter.
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You were laughing with Rafe in the back, going all over the empty roads of the Outer Banks. "You know what Y/N?" asks Rafe louder than music. "What Cameron?"
"I would be able to fuck you right now and no one would say anything and maybe send a picture of me fucking you to JJ," Rafe said. You laugh and hit his shoulder. "You’re not funny" he grabs your chin. "I wasn’t laughing Y/N."
His hand moves to your thigh, she goes under your dress, you grab his hand. "Rafe, I’m… sorry but I’ve been drinking too much and.." You start backing up, but he grabs your arm and brings you closer.
"Come on, just for one night, I could make you come like a real guy." He’s holding your wrists tight." Rafe please let me go." He does not listen to you and leans forward, he is on you, he kisses you the top of your chest, neck and face. Rafe" you say trying to get him out.
"Yo top, turn up the sound Dude," he says as his hands slip under your dress. Topper turns up the volume. You fight but Rafe is decided.
Rafe grabs your wrists and puts it next to your head, with another hand he undoes his belt. Rafe please-" he cuts you by gently brushing your hair, his hand moves to your throat." You turned me on, so let me finish what you started" without even warning, it sinks into you. You moan with surprise and he starts to go back and forth with his pelvis.
You’re crying as it penetrates you, your body is paralyzed by fear. His thrusts become increasingly brutal and violent, his breath against your ear disgusts you. You’d like to scream but no sound comes out except for the whimpers of surprise.
He gets up and hangs his hands on your hips, your head bangs against the back door. "Yo Kelce, look at Maybank’s girlfriend, she’s not the prettiest slut you’ve ever seen?" he asks. Kelce turns around and a proud smile is drawn on his face. "the most beautiful slut" he laughs.
Rafe leans in your ear. "Did you hear that, sweetie? Most beautiful slut." He gives you a slap, not strong enough for her to hurt you but enough to bring you back to reality.
the reality in which Rafe rapes you.
he accelerates and you tighten around him, without warning, he empties into you. Your legs hurt terribly, they tremble with pain while the rest of your body trembles with fear and shame.
Rafe sits back in his seat, with a wave of his hand he pulls your legs away. he taps Topper’s seat telling him to stop.
Rafe looks at you, his eyes are empty, no regrets, was he proud?
He opens his door and goes down, he goes around the car and opens your door. he grabs you by the arms and takes you out. He poses on the side of the road and looks. he crouches down to be at your level.
He lifts your chin and wipes the tears running down your cheek. That was for Top’s boat." You shake your head and try to get away from him. He grabs you by the back of your head and forces you to look at him." If you tell anyone what just happened, I swear I’ll kill you, okay?"
"I don’t have anything to deserve this." You say trembling. Rafe gets up. "You knew what you were doing when you’d rather go out with Jj than me." He goes back in the car and leaves.
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Rafe Cameron fic
The scene in obx where rafe and pope are fighting and pope is strangling him with something. Reader is friends with pope and JJ, but she saves Rafe from pope and the others are very shocked that she saved rafe and not her friends. She helps rafe up and takes him home and cleans him up. Some flirting maybe
“Let me clean you up”
Summary: you choose Rafe over the pouges and end up taking him home to clean him up.
Warnings: smut
“Pope! Let him go, you’ll kill him” tears streamed down my face as I watched one of my best friends strangle Rafe.
I don’t know why. I never cared for the kook, but this has gone too far.
This rival that we have with Rafe Cameron is ridiculous and death should not be the answer, it couldn’t.
“He needs to die y/n. It’s the only way!” JJ screamed from the side where me and my friends watched.
“No!” I yelled as i lurched forward and pushed pope off him.
“This has gone too far!” I stepped between them and watched as pope breathed hard and backed away, realization of what he’d almost done hitting him.
I turned to rafe, and his face was blooded and bruised. An indent of the wire pope had wrapped around his neck evident, leaving a red mark.
“Come on. I’ll clean you up” I shocked myself as I walked up to Rafe an rubbed his shoulder before dragging him off.
“Y/n! What are you doing? He’s the enemy!” I heard John Bs voice but I could care less, they were ready to let a man die just to get the gold.
Even if Rafe was a horrible human being he didn’t deserve death, no one does.
Rafe was eyeing me as I dragged him into my car and drove us back to my place.
Not a word left his mouth as we entered my beat down home and I walked him into my bedroom, telling him to sit down while I went to get supplies.
I came back with some ice packs and bandages along with ointment for the cuts.
“I’m sorry” I whispered as I cleaned him up.
“I didn’t think they’d take it that far”
His eyes never left mine.
“Why are you doing this?” He finally spoke up as I applied the finally bandages to his face.
I signed before looking into his eyes.
They were so blue, so sad, so..deprived.
“I- I don’t know. I just couldn’t stand there and let them kill you” I never took my eyes off his.
There was a best of silence before his face softened and without thinking I reached out, caressing his face and bringing my lips to his cuts, kissing them one by one.
If Rafe was hesitant he didn’t show it, he stood still but relaxed as I came face to face with him and leaned down to his lips.
I could take the blood deep from his cut but it only drove me harder. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth and he complied.
He wrapped his fingers in my hair and tugged as I moaned against his lips.
“Y/n” he breathed out as I kissed my way to his neck.
I nipped at the skin and pushed him back against the bed.
I stripped and he watched as I stood completely naked before him.
I climbed onto his lap and straddled him.
I leaned forward and helped pull his shirt off him.
Before I could do anything else he twirled us so he was ontop, an animalistic growl leaving his lips.
With heavy breathed we started at each other for a split second before my hands reached for his zipper and pulled it down.
His jeans feel along with his boxers and he pounced.
Stuffing himself in me with one quick thrust and i was so sweet he slid in perfectly.
“Fuck” he hissed as he slowly shifted his hips and my hands flew to his shoulders for stability.
“Shit. Rafe!” I moaned as he started moving faster.
He picked up the pace and slammed inside me repeatedly at a relentless pace.
He was so deep and it felt so good I was already on the brink of release.
“I-I’m gonna cum”
“Do it. Cum with me”
And with that I did.
My muscles clenched around him and soon I felt myself full of his cum.
He deliver a few lazy thrusts and I winced at the empty feeling as he pulled out.
He flopped down next to me and all that was heard was our heavy breathing.
I turned to face him but he was already looking at me.
“What” I said.
Rafe shrugged before running a hand through his messy hair.
“Nothing. Maybe you should start defending me more” he winked before walking off into the bathroom.
He returned with a wash cloth.
“My turn to clean you up”
He knelt down and wiped away the stickiness between my thighs before dressing me back up and himself.
He stood awkwardly as I discarded the sheets on my bed.
“So.. I guess I should go” his tone had a question to it and I smiled to myself.
Was Rafe Cameron nervous? That’s a first.
“Or.. you could stay?” I said turning around.
“I mean, whose gonna play nurse with you when your bandages need changing later.” I winked as a smirk tugged his lips.
“Right” he clicked his tongue and walked up behind me.
“Never thought I’d fall for a pouge”
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kiss me goodnight
you can find my other work here!
Pairing: rafe cameron x reader
Warnings: cursing, cursing, overall fluff (let me know if you find something else)
Word count: 2.4K
Synopsis: Rafe finds you in the library yet again, but this time your both a bit more open and a bit more enchanted.
a/n: this may or may not turn into a series, I promise nothing, feedback is always appreciated!
“I’m starting to think I just need to go to the library after midnight if I want to find you.” Rafe hums, taking in the curl of your hair as it cascades down your back. Once again it’s far past the time which he considers suitable for studying when he runs into you. This time though, there’s no Ward Cameron breathing down his neck. Instead he slides the chair next to you out of its nook in the university’s table and takes a seat.
He’d be lying if he said he actually intended to do work. A late night walk had been his original intentions, but when a familiar tug led him to the library he didn’t fight it. Rafe Cameron didn’t believe in fate before he met you but now he wasn’t so sure.
You take far too long for a not hyper focused person to respond, blinking twice before tearing your gaze from your laptop. It’s nearing the hour when the words from your latest assignment become etched into your vision. This signals to you that perhaps it’s time to call it a night.
Rafe Cameron also signals that. He takes a seat beside you in the deserted library. You’re not sure what you did to attract his kind smiles and teasing expressions but you’re sure you’ll miss them when they eventually leave. This isn’t something that happens and never stops, there has to be some catch to the golden boy. If there isn't, you are surely doomed. You’re falling too fast to recover
“You okay sweetheart?” He calls you out of your own head, gentle expression coercing you back into the present.
Closing your laptop, you nod. “It’s just been a long day,” You draw out before shifting in your chair. You bring your knees up towards your chest so you can gaze at Rafe with your head on your knees. It’s the ultimate comfort: your own body heat.
“Ah,” he croons in a sympathetic manner. “It’s friday night; why are you at the library instead of with your friends or even just studying at home?”
“My roommate hates when my laptop light is on when she is in bed and she likes to go to bed at like 10 so it’s just easier for me to come here. It’s quieter than any common room in the Pi Phi house but it’s still habitable, you know? I like a hunk of noise when I’m studying but I always end up talking to people, it’s a problem.”
“And you’re studying on a friday night because…” Rafe baits, his signature teasing smirk on his lips. His head tips to the side. Hair moving in a flowing tidal wave. You lean forward slightly, capturing a chunk of it in your fingertips. Twirling it around, you learn it’s just long enough to be tucked behind Rafe’s ear, so you do just that.
“Because I was out of town the first half of last week, I’m trying to get an internship lined up for next semester so I had to go on a two day interview process.” You answer the question Rafe thought you forgot about, giggling at his hair behind his ear.
“All that for an interview?” He radishes his eyebrows, chuckling at your antics. There’s no one he’d rather have planting with his hair.
You nod your head, a heat rising to your checks as you process where your hand has hovered. In essence you’re cupping his jaw now. “It was actually really fun but now I’m behind so I have to go to the library until it’s scary outside and deal with the repercussions.”
“You don’t even have to ask, you know I’ll walk you back.” He leans into your hand, enjoying the minute amount of physical touch.
“But I’m not done and you clearly didn’t come to the library to study.” Dropping your hand to your side, you pause, looking over the only visible thing he has with him: his phone, “Why did you come to the library?”
“This is going to sound really fucking cheesy but I felt drawn to it, like it was a little side quest for the night and I had to go and investigate.”
You grin at him, “Do you know how demeaning it is to be called a side quest?’
“Oh hush,” he murmurs, leaning into your gravitational pull, “You’re distracting me from what I really wanted to offer.”
“And what was that?”
“I have a single so whenever you need a quieter but safe place with the lights on let me know. I not only have a desk but also one of those huge bean bags. Though I’m not so sure how good it would be for studying, I always end up taking a nap when I’m on it. But seriously, you should use my bedroom. It’s much safer than being here.”
“And how would you know if I’d like to come over and use it? Are you asking for my number in some elaborate scheme?”
“Honey if I was that tricky I could just ask around, I’m sure one of my brothers has your number. Aren’t you the social chair? You plan events with our chapter which means that our social chair would have your number.” You’re a bit taken aback at how Rafe seems to keep tabs on you. Sure, you know that he’s the bursar for his chapter but that’s only because you care about him. Does he care about you, in the same way?
“You’re devolving.” You tease as you tug your phone out of your backpack. “Unfortunately for you we only communicate over snapchats that sometimes Jett drunkenly opens and then has no idea what the plan is.” You hand your phone to him anyways, contacts screen open to a blank slate; who would have known this is how your night would end up.
“No,” he grins, “my plan is going exactly how I envisioned it. Even if Jett is an idiot who doesn’t know what’s in front of him.” He hands your phone back over, his contact name shines up at you in the most Rafe fashion you’ve ever seen: love of my life.
The words stare up at you. Inhaling deeply, you roll your eyes but can’t deny the way your heart flutters. You feel a bit panicked, if anything you’d describe this as whatever the flight instinct is. “That’s a bit gusty, Cameron. Even for a frat boy you are dangerously confident in yourself.”
“Not quite…” he counters, “I think people call it manifesting, right? I’m putting my wishes out into the universe and I’m seeing what I get in return. And my wishes right now are you. You’ve got me in whatever way you want me.”
You reel at his confession, slowly blinking away the mist that seems to have appeared in your brain. How can you even respond to a statement like that? Your usual arsenal of witty riparte doesn’t seem to cut it. You can’t respond to a genuine remark with a dismissive gesture. Or perhaps you could but that wouldn’t convey your current state; It’s your turn to be bold. “And if I want you to walk me home and kiss me goodnight?”
Rafe beams, after many seconds of overthinking his expression he is sharply rewarded with your approval. His lips trace the slight upward bend of your lips. They felt so soft a week ago when he trapped your bottom lip between his fingers. Rafe wonders if they’d feel that soft against his lips? Would you kiss him as soft as his love for you seems to be? “I don’t even know how to properly phrase my contentment at that idea.”
“And I don’t know how to respond in general,” You flush, packing up your bag with the slightly shaky hands of someone who has put their mouth above their actions. The thought seems nice but now you’ve created this intense pressure on the evening, what if it’s not what you or Rafe truly wants.
Rafe extends his hand to you once you’ve slung your backpack over your shoulder. He pulls you up and out of your chair, the wooden vessel rocks back and forth in your absence. His hand feels sturdy on its own, a solid form for you to hold onto. Some things feel as fleeting as the setting sun, but not the idea of the two of you. Despite how nervous feelings make you, you’re confident in the role of fate. It has dragged the two of you together.
“You’ve gone all quiet,” Rafe notes as you both walk out of the doors of the library. He squeezes your hand slightly, taking in your side profile as you glance around campus in the dark. It must be draining to always be thinking about your surroundings. He has to admit it’s something he only really thinks of when he’s walking you home and you do something he doesn’t think of often.
You look at your intertwined fingers, noting how chipped your nails are. “Would you let me paint your nails?” Your thumb traces his pointer finger nail, imagining a green hue similar to yours on it.
Rafe’s eyeline returns to you, as it always seems to do. What is he without the idea of your presence and the familiarity you seem to hold. “Only if we get to match, and it isn’t red. I hate red.”
“Red’s the worst,” you agree, “It just feels angry in a way I will never match. I don’t understand red lipstick or nail polish, it’s just too much for me. But would you do green or brown? Or a nice blue?”
“Brown? I don’t think I’ve ever seen brown nails before.” He swings your conjoined hands back and forth, smiling. He’s starting to realize that he’s only a few kisses away from naming the stars and the sun after you.
“Well then I think we will have to do brown nails then. I think it’s a nice color. Black is too edgy for me but sometimes colors are overrated. A nice brown is a great compromise, and I love nothing more than a compromise.”
Rafe shakes his head, tilting to get a better view of you in the streetlights, “I think you secretly hate compromises. You’re far too nice to everyone and perhaps you’re itching for someone to come along and give you everything you didn’t even know you wanted.”
“I guess it would be nice to have someone pay that much attention to me,” You pause. Does Rafe already see through your perfectly constructed city to the hearth of the foundation below. You never thought anyone would get this far, taking time to see past your easy smiles and late nights. You’d give up anything to have someone pay that much attention to you.
As you make the final turn, ending up on the street that both of you live on, Rafe curbs the disappointment which fairs in the pit of his stomach. He wants to spend entire days with you doing absolutely nothing. It’s not like you’ve spent more than a couple hours in each other’s company, it’s always been cut too short by the arrival of your front door. “Do you think your stairs would turn into a slide like in Harry Potter if a guy went onto the second floor?”
“I mean probably. That or I’d get shunned by everyone of my sisters. It’s a sacred space up there, not to be corrupted by stinky boys. Why? You have intentions to sneak up and visit me sometime?” The thought makes your heart pound in your ribs, it seems nothing would delight you more.
“I’d never sneak in uninvited… I could just wait until one of those fundraiser dinners you guys host and then you could give me a tour of your shining house.”
“Well it’s far too late for me to give you a tour but some other time I’d love to. I’ll text you when I’m allowed to have male guests.”
“Male guests? That’s possibly the most incriminating expression I’ve ever been referred to as before. But I’d love to be your male guest whenever you need me, Cory.” Rafe squeezes your hand twice, grinning at the street in front of you.
“Shut up,” you flush, heat creeping up your neck in the way it hasn’t in a while. You’re not used to attention from men the way that Rafe seems more than happy to provide. You’re girl pretty but you don’t attract the gaze of men randomly, or at least they never announce it.
The pair of you pause at the walkway to your house, growing silent in a way that only anticipation does so well. Rafe is the first to take a step down the concrete, tugging you along beside him. Tonight holds an implication like never before. You’re dangerously close to the precipice of something new.
Your blue front door appears before you faster than you wish, leading to a pause. Rafe drops your hand, it’s much too cold in the late October air. He turns to you, eyes tracing the slope of your cheekbones. His gaze sifts from your left eye to your lips then to your right eye. You’re antsy with anticipation in a way that is unfamiliar. Gone is the trepidation. You step forward, into Rafe’s space, and peer up at him.
He reaches up, tucking your hair behind your ear, tracing it until he can cup your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting in the waiting game, the sight nearly kills Rafe. He has nothing to do but close the gap and capture your lips with his own. He uses his other hand to tug you forward until it becomes impossible to bring you any closer. The distance between the two of you is vanquished with the tug of his lip by your teeth. You wrap your hands around his neck, running a hand through his golden hair.
Rafe is first to pull back, pupils blown and reflecting your disheveled state. “Your lips are so soft.” The hand which cups your jaw shifts, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You part your lips, drawing it into your lips. “Are you as pleased with that goodnight kiss as I am?”
You draw his hand off of your face, tangling your fingers in a mess. Drawing up on your toes, you peck Rafe’s lips, “This is a goodnight kiss, Rafe. That’s a I don’t want to say goodnight kiss.”
“So you want me to peck you on the lips from here on out?” He hopes not, Rafe’s not sure how long he could survive on chaste kisses after he has experienced what it feels like to be really kissed by you.
“Please never do.”
Rafe smiles stupid the whole way home.
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the very first night
words: 700
warnings: toxic work environment
you’re rushing as quickly as you can, balancing two drink carriers, filled with coffee, some piping hot, others iced. you took everyones orders before you left the office, knowing if you didn’t get back quickly, before the ice had melted is what one of the bosses has said, that you would get in trouble. you were already running behind, the starbucks being incredibly busy.
you blame your nerves for not looking where you’re going. you briefly think that you’ve walked into a telephone pole, or maybe a street sign, but you realize mid fall it’s a hard body. you land on the ground, the drinks flying out of your arms, raining down on you in a mix of espresso and chocolate.
“fuck!” the figure shouts. somehow you missed getting any of your coffee on him, but his own coffee did spill a bit on his shirt, ruining the crisp white button down.
“i’m so sorry, i wasn’t looking i-” you can’t even finish your sentence as you let out a sob. the stress of your internship, mixing with his mishap, has you unable to hold back tears.
“are you hurt?” the man bends down, and you get a real look at him through your tears. he’s handsome, probably close in age to yourself, with sandy blonde hair falling on either side of his forehead.
you shake your head no, but let out another sob, and it looks like he doesn’t believe you, giving a scan over your body.
“i’m not mad.” he says, grabbing some of the coffee cups that now litter the ground, attempting to put them back in the carrier, but you know it’s pointless. too much time has passed and too much has spilled. you’re no doubt going to be fired from your internship.
“it’s not that.” you shake your head, trying to fling some of the coffee off your clothes. pointless. “that-” you have to take a deep breath to prevent yourself from crying again. “that was all for work. i’m an intern and they’re going to fire me now.”
the man frowns, brows creasing together. “they’re going to fire you for an accident?” he asks, and you just nod. you know they will. they were a fast paced company, and don’t accept mistakes.
“i’m sorry.” the man sighs, then sticks out his hand. “i’m rafe.”
“y/n.” you mutter his name, shaking his hand. you move to your feet, rafe rising with you. you look down out your outfit, brown splotches all over your previously pink dress.
“what company is this that would fire an intern for not bringing coffee back quick enough?” rafe asks.
you tell him the name, starting to pick up the cups to throw them in the trash. no point even going back now. you don’t want to face anyone, looking like this.
the corners of rafes mouth fall down into a frown. he helps throw a couple of the cups into a nearby trash can, including his own. he doesn’t feel like drinking it anymore.
“sorry again about your shirt.” you say with a sigh.
“it’s really no problem.” the shirt looks expensive, but rafe also looks like the type of guy to be able to afford staining a nice shirt.
“well. time to go figure out what i’m going to do with my life now.” it’s not like you enjoyed interning at that company anyways, and you certainly don’t want to work there full time, but it was your plan for the summer until college starts.
“hey.” rafe stops you before you can walk away. “let me give you my number, yeah? you can let me know how it turns out and i know a lot of the businessmen in town. i can help you find a better internship.”
“really?” you squeak. “you’d do that for me?”
“of course”
-- three months later --
“rafe!” you shout, running up to him. you hold your phone in your hand, and read the headline out loud “cameron enterprises buys local company.”
rafe just smirks. “mhm.”
“you bought the company that fired me. i know it was you who convinced your dad.”
“it’s a good business move.” rafe shrugs. you’re not entirely sure how true that is. the company certainly wasn’t a serious competitor.
“but that’s not why was it?” you ask.
“not at all.” rafe smiles full on now, pulling you into him, pressing a kiss against your lips. “as soon as i saw the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen sitting on the ground, crying and covered in coffee, i knew i would end that company.”
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what about reader (jj's sister) and rafe getting into a fight and they go to a party separately, and reader makes him jealous and he ends up exposing them to the pogues and it's huge fight
omg this is such a fun idea! idk if i did it justice but I hope you like it <3
family feud
a/n: this isn't exactly canon rafe bc this rafe isn't fully insane so sorry if that bothers you lol. i wrote this for a fem reader and reader wears a dress but imagine whatever you want :) also sorry, jj is kind of an a-hole in this one :(
pairings: rafecameron x reader, brotherjjmaybank x sisterreader, platonicpogues x reader
summary: rafe pisses you off, you got to a party and piss him off... but what happens when jj, your brother, finds out about him?
I'm mad. I'm really fucking mad. I want to piss Rafe off just as much as he pissed me off. The one day a month that my house is empty and we can actually spend time together, Rafe ghosts me and goes fucking golfing. So yeah, I go to the party in a dress that he got me, one he wanted me to wear for him. So…. I wear it to dance with Pope. Pope and I will never see each other like that, we're like siblings, but he’s the only pogue who knows and is even slightly ok with Rafe and I dating. He still hates him, so he’s enjoying this. I catch a glimpse of him. His eyes are dark and he’s staring, a red solo cup in his hand. He nods at me to come over, I shake my head and focus on dancing. The music is loud, really loud. My feet hurt from dancing and honestly I want to make up with Rafe. I want to be near him. I want to stop ignoring his texts. His hundreds of texts. His hundreds of calls.
I had to start leaving my phone at home he was calling me so much. I feel bad, but the idea of reconciling with him feels far-fetched and I'm not bothered to text him back. I don't even know where my phone is.
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“He’s looking,” Pope shouts over the music. I haven't seen Rafe for an hour, I don't even see him now.
“Let him look!” I chuckle back. “He fucking deserves it!”
Is this the best way to communicate my feelings? No. Should I probably just tell Rafe how upset I am? Maybe, but knowing him he’d just treat me like one of his groupies, which I am not. I’m his girlfriend of 8 months.
I feel a hand grab my arm and I gasp. I look up to see Rafe.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I hiss, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. Pope steps away, saying something about getting another drink.
“You. You’re my fucking problem. You come here, in that fucking dress I bought you and you dance with Pope fucking Heyward. You don’t give me any fucking attention after I’ve been blowing up your phone for days,” He’s mad. He’s really fucking mad.
“Sorry, I was too busy,” I smirk, snatching my arm back.
“Busy doing fucking what exactly?” He smiles one of his bitter-angry smiles and my sense of pride strengthens. I’m making Rafe Cameron mad. I’m making Rafe Cameron jealous.
“Golfing,” I smirk and his face drops.
“That’s what this shit is about?! If you would’ve just fucking asked baby- I would’ve come over, and none of this would’ve fucking happened! I wanted to be with you that day- fucking Topper pissed me off all fucking day- baby, you should’ve told me-” He gets cut off by a swift punch to the face.
“Get the fuck away from my sister Rafe, or I’ll kill you myself,” Jj shouts, John B holding him back. Rafe gets up from the ground, I can see how furious he is and I grab his hand, leading him away from my brother. He obliges and follows behind me. I weave him through the party-goers, Kiera and Jj shouting my name as we slip away. I bring him into the bathroom, sitting him on the counter as I search for a first-aid kit.
“He shouldn’t have done that,” Rafe sighs, his breathing sporadic. “Topper, he’s- he’s gonna- he’s gonna beat him u-up. He-he’ll kill him i-if he gets the chance.”
I look up at him, first-aid-kit in hand. “Baby, breathe. I’ll text him now.” I take out my phone and send Topper a message, making him promise to not touch my brother or friends. He promises he won’t, but I know better and tell him to get the car started and that I’ll bring Rafe out to him in a few minutes. “See,” I show Rafe the messages. “He’s going to the car.”
“Ba-baby I’m so sorry,” His eyes start to water, and my heart breaks. “I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s ok Rafe. I was just mad, I’m sorry,” I smile and start to clean his cut lip. His hands find their way to my waist, holding me gently.
“I love you,” He blurts out and I drop my hand from his face. His face goes red and he looks down, I smile. Rafe Cameron; Kook King- loves me. Hm.
“I love you too handsome. But right now, let’s focus on not getting mauled by my brother again, yeah? Let’s get you to the car and then home,” I smile and kiss his cheek, taking his hand to bring him home. He nods and follows. Outside the bathroom is Jj.
“What the fuck are you doing with him?” He grunts, stopping us from walking by.
“We’ll talk about this later Jj-”
“We’ll talk about this now,” He pushes.
“Jj, fuck off!” I push past him and bring Rafe behind me. We get out of the house to the backyard where almost everyone is and I hear Jj practically scream my name. Everyone looks either to him or me and Rafe and I sigh.
“Jj please-” I try but he cuts me off.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on between you two? Or do I have to ask around?” Jj shouts and grab someone’s collar, “You know somethin’?” The guy shakes his head, cowering back. He drops him and walks closer.
“Jj, stop being a dick-”
“We’re dating. We have been for 8 months,” Rafe pipes up from behind me and Jj’s mouth drops open. He lunges forward, but instead of getting to Rafe, he knocks me to the ground. My head hits the hard ground and I whimper in pain. Rafe is immediately by my side.
“You’re ok baby, don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine,” he soothes as he cradles my head in his hands.
“Rafe,” I start to cry into his touch as I feel Jj’s hand in mine.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jj sighs. “I’m so sorry.”
“Dude, back up,” John B pulls Jj away as Rafe helps me up.
“Can we go home?” I whisper to Rafe as I wrap my arm around his bicep, holding onto him for steadiness.
“Of course baby.”
I knew I would inevitably have to deal with Jj but tonight, tonight is for Rafe and I.
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Midnight Rain
TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST
PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader
WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence
WORD COUNT: 3.9K
I broke his heart because he was nice
He was sunshine I was midnight rain
May
The sunlight flashing through the blinds wakes me from my sleep, a headache immediately pounding through my temples.
I reach for my water bottle which is usually full, in preparation for mornings like these, and realize the nightstand I touch isn’t mine. I jump and realize I’m not in my own bed. I’m in JJ Maybank's bed. A few more seconds pass before I realize I’m not wearing any clothes.
“Fuck” I whisper, glancing over to see JJ laying on his stomach, face squished into his pillows.
I slide out of bed and gather all of my belongings, slipping on my shorts and top from the night before, scrambling around the bed looking for my phone.
“Where ya goin” he asks me, still half asleep.
“I-I gotta go to work,” I whisper back before rushing out of his bedroom door, flying out of his house before realizing I didn't have any underwear on. Well, that’s fucking embarrassing.
I check my phone, realizing it's on 4%, and decide to make a desperate call to my cousin Kiara. The phone rings twice before she picks it up.
“Kie, you’re never going to believe where I woke up this morning.” I say exasperated.
“Y/N, you’re never going to believe where I woke up this morning,” she whispers into the phone.
I stop in my tracks. Before I can form a response a flash of last night's events starts coming to light.
“Easssssssssssy on the liquor there doll, gon get too fucked before the sun even goes down” JJ shouts at me from behind the bar set up on the Pogue’s side of the beach.
“Shut up Jay” I respond before finishing the clear liquor from my cup and placing it on the bar. “Refill please” I say, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Why don’t you go to the Kook side and get them to refill your cup, ‘ve already filled it up enough tonight.” he scolded, pouring himself a cup of dark liquor with a splash of coke.
“Whatever” I retort before spinning on my heels to join our friends by the water.
“Okay but why does JJ look kinda hot as a bartender” Kiara jokes with me and Sarah.
“In his dreams” I chuckle and step into the water.
“Thank god school is over” Sarah sighs and wraps her arm around my shoulders. I grab her wrist with my hand and look out at the sunset.
“God I know, I barely made it through exams.”
The sweet moment was interrupted by a splash of water hitting the sides of my legs, John B being the culprit.
“Damn, stealing my girl already, Y/N?” he mused.
“She was mine first.” I declare before splashing water back at him with my foot.
Pope rushes behind the four of us, two beers in hand, his shirt already off.
“Kooks have landed”
I turn my head towards the other side of the beach to see them setting up a large DJ booth, pong tables, and 10 kegs.
“They went all out again this year” I joke.
“Don’t act like you dont wanna join em” JJ teases, finally joining the group by the water.
I splash water at him this time, wobbling a little, feeling a bit tipsy from the 3 drinks I’ve already had.
“Shouldn’t you be handling the bar Maybank?” I remark at him, quirking an eyebrow up at the messy blonde.
“Pogue’s can handle themselves. Its them kooks ‘m worried about. Plus I missed you guys. Over here having tons of fun and shit without me” He playfully pushes Sarah’s arms off of my shoulders and replaces it with his.
“C’mon let's go get you that refill.”
“Recap at Luna Cafe. Meet me in 10. And bring a phone charger.” I respond, ending the call and starting heading into town.
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I arrive at the Cafe to see Kiara already there.
“Hey Kie,” she leans in to hug me and I sit down, both of us silent for a moment, waiting for the first one to spill.
“I slept with JJ” I say, finally breaking the ice.
She chokes on the ice water she ordered and stares at me, bewildered.
“You did what?” she whispers, her voice hoarse from the party.
“I-I dunno how it happened I just woke up in his fucking bed, no clothes on or anything! Trust me I’m just as shocked as you are.”
“Well you guys were flirting pretty hardcore last night…” she trails off, avoiding eye contact.
“No we weren’t! We were talking to each other the same way we always have.” I respond defensively.
“Ya, and it reeks of sexual tension.”
My jaw drops in response.
“Did you bring a charger?” I ask, not wanting to continue the conversation without grounding myself with reality. She reaches down into her bag and pulls it out.
“‘M gonna call Sarah” she says.
“Great, I’m getting us drinks, want your regular?”
“Yes please” she says before putting the phone to her ear.
I walk up to the counter, ordering 3 iced lattes with Oat Milk and vanilla syrup and two ice waters.
While waiting for the drinks, another flash back forms.
The bass pounds from the other side of the beach while the group sit on logs surrounding the bonfire Pope had put together.
“Kinda sounds like fun…” Pope sighs, looking longingly at the Kooks side of the summer break bash.
“Lets go, just for a few songs, then we can come back and sulk” I say, standing up and brushing the sand off the back of my legs.
“‘’fcourse you wanna go, those are your people” JJ snorts, taking a sip from his red cup.
“And ‘m slummin it over here with you Maybank,” I slur back, making my way around the bonfire trying to gather the rest of the group.
“C’mon it’ll be fun guys please. OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONGGGGGGGGGGG” I cheer, hearing Doses & Mimosas in the background. Sarah and Kiara stand, with John B and Pope following suit.
I grab the girls hands and skip along to the Kook side, singing along
“MAKES TIME GO SLOW SLOW SLOWWWWW”
The boys trail behind us, JJ begrudgingly joining after filling his cup up again.
I lead the group through the crowd of people, entering the center of the circle, forming a small circle with our friends. An unopened beer is passed to me by a cute Kook and I smile back at him before cracking it open.
“DOSES AND MIMOSAS. CHAMPAGE AND COCAINE HELP TO GET ME THROUGH” the crowd cheers.
“I know youre having fun Jay” I whisper in his ear after seeing him bop his head to the beat.
“Yea yea, only cus you’re here” he slurs back wrapping his arms around me, finding my back now against his chest, moving our bodies along to the song playing on the speaker.
“Three lattes and two waters” the barista calls out, interrupting my thoughts.
Kiara stands to help me bring the drinks back to the table.
“Okay, so where did you wake up this morning.” I inquire, taking a large gulp from the ice water.
“Pope’s bed.”
It was now my turn to choke on water.
“No fucking way Kie.” I respond, reaching out to grab her hand. “Be so fucking for real with me right now tell me you didn’t fuck him.”
She looks down with a grimace on her face.
“I wish I was lying”
“Lying about what?” a soft voice comes from behind us. I turn around to see Sarah, who is also still in her clothes from the night before, with large sunglasses and one of John B’s caps on her head.
“Sarah. What do you remember about last night?” she laughs and lowers her sunglasses down, eyeing the both of us before sitting down.
“What do you want to remember.” she smirks. “Is one of these for me? It better be if you two drug me out of bed to meet this early.”
“Yea this one.” I push the latte and water to her. “Tell us everything.” she takes a sip of the latte and pushes her sunglasses back up.
“Well you have to tell me what you could be lying about.”
“I slept with Pope.” Kiara whispers. Sarah, questionably has no reaction. She turns to look at me, and I freeze. “I….. I slept with JJ”
She lets out a loud laugh, which makes Kiara and I look at each other, puzzled looks spread across our faces.
“What’s so fucking funny Sarah” Kiara asks, crossing her arms.
“Cus I already knew.” she states before taking another sip.
I stare, jaw open again, adjusting my chair to face hers.
“Okay tell us everything right now.” I demand.
“Chill, Y/N. If I tell you guys, you have to give me the detailsssss” she jokes.
“I don’t even remember going home with him there’s no details!” I shout, realizing my voice was too loud for the little cafe, I lower it back down. “Just tell us” I hiss back at her.
“Okay, okay. After we finally made it to the Kooks side of the bash, we mainly stayed in our circle. I don’t know if you guys noticed but guys were passing us drinks like crazy, it was like they wanted us to get wasted. Scummy if you ask me.”
Kiara scoffs and puts her head into her hands.
“I don’t remember how many of those shitty beers I had.” she sighs.
“John B cut me off when he noticed I couldn’t stand up straight” Sarah responds softly before continuing her recap.
“So we’re pretty wasted or whatever and the DJ was playing bangers, had the crowd really going. And Y/N, not sure if you remember, but you and JJ were dancing the whole night away. You were grinding on that boy so hard” Kiara lets out a laugh
“Okay wait I remember that and he was so into it he was like” Kiara recounts, making a face with an O shape, leaning her head back doing her best JJ impression.
“Okay yea yea I remember dancing on him.” you brush off. “What about Kie and Pope how did that happen.”
“Well you and Pope weren’t grinding as hard as Y/N and JJ but he was definitely sweeping you off your feet with his dance moves. We all also did a few kegs stands, played a few rounds of pong.” she trails off and I stare at her.
“I don’t remember doing a fucking keg stand who let me DO THAT” you exclaim before face palming.
“You were honestly one of the best of us I have to say, you were up there for 10 whole seconds. I couldn’t even get off my feet.” Sarah snorts.
“Oh my god.” I sigh, drinking more water, feeling my headache worsening.
“And then Kie and Pope disappeared out of the party, claiming you left your purse at the bonfire or whatever and we didn’t see you two for the rest of the night.” Sarah states.
Kiara looks up at the two of us and starts laughing. “Okay I kinda remember that but I don’t know how he convinced me to go back to his place.”
“He was shirtless and showing off his moves!” Sarah replies. Kie shakes her head and places it back down into her hands.
“As for you and JJ, we watched you two go back to the dance floor, dancing and making out disgustingly, so bad Rafe even had to say something.”
My jaw drops for the third time. A flashback of this happening slams into my head.
JJ’s tongue is down my throat, his hands feverishly moving up and down my torso as I dance my body against his, feeling the liquor and heat vibrating off of our bodies.
As I move my hands up through his hair, I feel a rough arm grab mine and pull him away from him. I look up to see Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s big brother darting his blown pupils down at me.
“No Pogue on Pogue mackin on my side of the fucking island” he snarls, his arm still tightly gripping mine. I snatch my arm away from him and push my body up against his, tilting my head all the way back to reach eye contact.
“Don’t fucking touch me Cameron.” I spit back out back at him. I realized without him or JJs arms around me, I could barely stand. I start to wobble a bit and JJ catches me.
“Get her out of here Pogue. Make sure if she yaks it’s on your side.” he shouts in JJs face before disappearing back into the crowd.
JJ brings me up to the bar, requesting a cup of water. He places it in my hand, holding me up while giggling.
“Love pissin that guy off” he chuckles. I laugh back.
“He gets worse every year.” I joke. The cold water making my brian feel less fuzzy.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asks me. I shrug and look out to the crowd, realizing I don’t recoginize anyone.
“Sure, where d’ya wanna go?” I ask.
“My place?” he asks with a smirk on his face.
“Fuck” I let out, realizing I had been holding my breath while recounting the scene from the night before.
“Well… how was the sex?” Sarah asks with a grin smeared across her face.
“It was actually pretty good.” Kiara finally speaks.
“Wait you remember?”
“Yea.” she stiffles out a laugh. “And it was actually pretty fucking great.”
“Thats my girl!” Sarah lets out a cheer and slaps her hand on Kie’s shoulder.
“I’m trying to remember what happened, but all I can remember was making out on his bed then poof. Black.” I tell the girls. I try my hardest to remember any details, especially if we used protection. This wasn’t my first drunk hook up, but with JJ it was new territory. This could ruin our friendship. Would he be hurt if I can’t remember the night we spent together?
“Maybe you should talk to him about it. I was thinking of having a chill night tonight at my place,”
“Yea, yea I’ll just talk to him then. For now I just need to rot in bed.” I sigh, grabbing my purse and standing up. “Thanks ladies. I’ll see y’all later?”
“My place at 6!” Sarah shouts at me as I leave the cafe.
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I kick my bikestand down and grab my tote bag off of the handle, walking up the driveway to Tanneyhill. I hear voices in the backyard and circle around the house. Everyone has already arrived and is sitting on the patio around the fire pit.
“Hey” I finally speak.
“Heyyyyyy Y/N!” Pope cheers, standing up to greet me with a hug. “How ya feelin?”
I smile sheepishly in return and shake my head.
“Well my handover is finally gone but the hangxiety still lingers.”
A chuckle from JJ emerges and he smirks at John B who winks at him. I feel a pit in my stomach knowing that last nights events were more than likely discussed before I arrived.
I sit down next inbetween Kiara and Pope and sling off my jacket, scooting closer to the fire.
A few moments of awkward silence passes before the boys start cracking jokes about some guys who were obnoxiously drunk at the party, and how John B had to pull Sarah away from one who almost yakked on her. I fumble around with my water bottle, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Feeling embarrassed and frazzled, I ask Sarah if I can use her bathroom.
“Yea, back doors unlocked! Feel free to use mine upstairs.”
I walk up the patio steps to the door and bask in the silence of the house. Letting a deep breath out, I start for the stairs, before I see a figure walk by the banister.
“What’re you doin comin up here?” They ask from the darkness.
“Just usin Sarah’s bathroom” I respond, immediately recognizing the voice as Rafe Cameron.
“There’s a guest bath unoccupied downstairs.” he grunts before moving forward to the light at the top of the stairs. I reach the last step, craning my neck up to make eye contact with him. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair a mess and he’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and white t-shirt. I had never seen him in casual clothing before, it was slightly shocking.
“She told me to use hers so I’m using hers.” I stated simply, pushing past him.
Before I could fully slide past him, his hand grips my arm.
“The fuck are you doin messin round with that pouge? Hm?” he questions. I rip my arm from his grip and turn to face him again.
“I’m not, not that it’s any of your business. He’s just a friend.” I shrug and stare at him hardly.
“Didn’t look like just friends to me. Y’all were practically fucking on the dancefloor. ‘N I saw you leave with him.” He stepped closer, making me have to crane my neck even farther to keep eye contact. I felt myself tremble at our proximity.
“We were drunk it was nothing.” I mumble.
“Didn’t look like nothin” he respond, keeping eye contact.
“Like I said, not any of your business. What’re you, keeping tabs on me?” I retorted, turning my body to go to Sarah’s room.
“You need to stop messin around with them, you’re not one of them.” he shouts down the hall at me. I flick my middle finger back at him before entering Sarah’s room. I sit down on her bed, my brain fuzzy from the interaction I just had, and the dehydration from the night before. I check my phone to see a text from Pope.
You should talk to JJ about last night …..
“Jesus Christ” I whisper. I click my phone off and go to her bathroom.
When I exit her room, Rafe is nowhere to be seen. I tip toe down the stairs and see JJ sitting on their living room couch, waiting for me.
“Hey Jay” I say, feeling my tremble return. Fuck I really didn’t wanna have this conversation right now.
“Hey. Can we talk about last night… and this morning?”
I purse my lips together and nod my head before sitting on the couch across from him.
“Look, last night was amazing, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I’m sorry it had to happen while we were drunk, I wanted it to happen under different circumstances but -”
I interrupt him before her can say anything further. “JJ, last night was all a blur and I-”
He stands up and moves over to my couch, sitting right next to me, grabbing my hands in his.
“I like you, Y/N. And last night was probably one of the best nights of my entire stupid life.”
I sigh, releasing my hands from his grip and cup his face. “Jay, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way. I really enjoy you as a friend and I don’t want that to change. I really don’t want a relationship or anything and I’m sorry I played into that.”
He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down.
“You don’t like me?” he whispers.
“JJ, I like you as a friend, but no not romantically. I’m sorry that I led you on.”
He stood up and started to pace around the room, taking his hat off to run his fingers through his hair. “I feel like a fuckin idiot dude what.” he says exasperated. I stand up and place my hands on his arm to try and get him to stop.
“Dont-dont touch me.” he growls. Turning his back and placing his cap back on his head.
“JJ I’m sorry.” I sigh, sitting back down on the couch.
“Yea, Yea I get it. ‘M not mad at you, I’m mad at myself for thinking you would wanna get with a pogue like me.” he grunts. Sitting back on the couch, farther from me this time.
“Jay …. Don’t say that. It’s not because of where you’re from. I just don’t feel the same way. ‘Nd ‘m sorry I had sex with you, I wouldn’t have if I knew you wanted something more romantic.”
He lets out a stiff laugh.
“We didn’t fuck.”
“Wha- what?” I ask, turning my body towards him, raising my eyebrows.
“Yea, we were both way too drunk so we just went to sleep.” he says, finally making eye contact.
“Well then why was I naked?” I quiz, not fully believing him.
“Well I didn’t say we didn’ try.” he chuckles, looking out across the room, probably remembering the sight of me naked in his bed. My body cringes at the thought.
“It just wasn’t working so we gave up and you passed out before putting your clothes back on.”
I stare at the floor, I could feel my face turning red. “Well why didn’t you put my clothes back on?” I ask.
“Cus I wasnt gonna try and clothe your limp body, kinda weird. So I just laid my blanket over you and slept on top of it.” he responds before standing. I look up at him, wide eyed, trying to pull that memory from my brain, but nothing is surfacing.
“Look it won’t happen again. Sorry I assumed.” he says flatly.
I stand to meet him, guilt rising in my body for leading him on all night. “Jay, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. I still want you in my life and I don’t want this to tarnish it.” I whisper, fumbling with my fingers and staring at the ground.
“It won’t. We can forget it happened. and … here’s your underwear” he pulls them out of his pockets sheepishly, handing them to me and pushes his fist playfully into my shoulder. “‘M gonna go back out. You comin?” he asks, walking towards the backdoor.
“In a sec, I think I left my phone in the bathroom.” I respond, before heading towards the staircase. I wanted to escape to Sarah’s bedroom and hide until this sick feeling left my body.
I made it about 3 steps up before Rafe appeared on the top step yet again.
He’s changed into a regular outfit, clearly going out.
“Well that was pathetic.” he chuckles before stepping a few steps down.
“Fuck off” I mumble. Squeezing my underwear in my hand trying to hide it from his eyesight.
“Glad to hear he couldn’t even pull through. What a poser” he says slyly before reaching the same step as mine.
I stiff out a laugh, looking up in to his eyes.
“You’re such a dick”
He leans down to my ear, brushing his hand against my arm, the same one he grabbed me with earlier. I feel goosebumps raise across my body, his breathe against my ear is warm and smells of hard liquor.
“You’re too sweet to let a pogue like that ruin you” I gulp and stand still, He lingers there for a few more seconds before moving his face to meet mine.
“Like you would be any better.” I respond, not thinking of the consequences that comment would create.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out.” he smirks. His eyes flicker down to eye the fistfull of underwear I’m holding, before standing up straight and walking to the front door.
“See ya later Y/N” He calls out, before exiting. I stand there, shellshocked at his words, the knot in my stomach twisting, leaving a foul taste in my mouth.
“Y/N you alright in there?” I hear Sarah call out form the backdoor.
“‘M coming.” I respond, shoving my underwear into my pockets before heading down the stairs and meeting her at the door.
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The Village it Takes
pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)
Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.
Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief, fluff
a/n; Hiii, so so sorry about the wait, I've decided not to make a taglist because I don't know how and I don't want to do it the wrong way. Im also back active for a while now so please send request. {first , second}
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You held your daughter as she was shaking in your arms watching as Spencer ran to catch the elevator before it closed. You ignored him only squeezing Ronnie tighter as she calmed down. He hit the emergency stop causing Ronnie to cry harder burying her head into your chest.
“What the fuck Spencer? You're scaring my daughter." You never referred to Cameron as just "yours" until now, you knew how badly it would hurt him especially after seeing the shock in his eyes.
“Just listen, I’ve spent the last three years trying to get back to both of you. I hate that I missed so much of your lives especially you, my moon.” He grabbed Ronnie’s chin and wiped her tears.
He started calling her that on the long nights when she couldn’t sleep. Spewing facts about the moon with a little Cameron on his chest. Making her completely fall in love with the nighttime. Cameron had so many questions and ideas about the night sky and it was something special the both of them shared.
He never could wrap his head around why she loved his voice so much as a baby. Probably because of the countless hours he spent talking and reading to your pregnant belly at night or even over the phone when he was on a case.
“I begged Aaron to bring me back I’ve looked for loopholes for years so I can get back home to you both, You guys lost one person but I loss both.” He said with tears in his eyes, it was true this entire time was hard for Spencer. Not being there for his daughters birthdays and christmases. Missing your anniverises and birthday it was hard.
“I’m so sorry my Ronnie, you didn’t deserve this. I know I missed your ceremonies and games and I wish I could go back in time to change it all. I’m so sorry, Please accept my apology whenever your ready.” Looking at his daughter and taking in her beauty, he never wanted to hurt her.
She looked liked the both of you and was an even better person than you both. She looked up at her father with tears still falling taking a breath before speaking, “I just missed you so much daddy.” She buried herself into his chest and they both sobbed together.
“My life sucks without you in it, please don’t leave again. I wouldn't know what to do” the teenager begged,
“I won’t baby, I won’t” Spencer said rubbing the top of her head.
“Let’s go home” you said turning the elevator back on. You all headed to the car Spencer getting in the back with Cameron, holding her tightly, you watched them in the rear view mirror.
You had no idea how to feel. You had him back, your husband, your first real love was alive after three years of thinking he was dead. Yet you were still so angry at him and everyone involved for faking his death, especially Hotchner and JJ.
They watched you breakdown at family dinners that they were so kind to invite you to. Barley holding it together until Cameron was in the back chasing the other kids.
Aaron was there a lot, with Jack and Cameron going to the same school, he would take her on the days he knew you couldn’t handle it. You hated them, this all could have been avoided. Why not make us all disappear? Why just Spencer?
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you arrived at the house. All of you hopping out and heading in.
“Go shower and get ready for bed Ron” you said as you took of your shoes and sat your bag down.
“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked softly looking at you for approval, Spencer allowing you to answer.
“Of course sweetie.” You said as she smiled and headed to the bathroom, you waiting until she closed the door and started the shower before turning around.
“Y/N.. I have no idea about how you feel—“
Before he could finish your anger took over, you had never been this upset, especially with him. You smacked him again before you could stop yourself, and continued to hit him in the chest repeatedly.
His chest was bigger and stronger which made you even more upset, he was here, and you thought he was gone.
“Y/N, Stop!” He yelled grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest. You fought back but he pulled you into his chest.
“No idea how I feel? It was so hard to breathe without you Spence. Raising a teenage girl who was grieving while grieving myself it was impossible. And you were still here? Jeez Spencer maybe a sign you were still out there?” You cried harder as he wiped your tears falling into his touch. It was like home no matter how upset you were, Spencer could and would always make you feel better.
“I’m so sorry, I hate that it happened this way. I fought y/n, every chance to get back to you and Cameron.” He broke down as you watched silently before you burst pushing him away.
“Not hard enough! Look, I understand it was to keep you safe and it worked and I’m so thankful for that but you weren’t here.
On top of the way Cameron was grieving, I almost didn’t make it without you.” Thinking of her first panic attack since his death and the long hospital visit that followed after. It was when you really saw the effects of grief. Helping her heal was your only priority but it took a toll on you.
Now wasn’t the time for that cause you finally let yourself go and buried yourself into his chest. You were one of the very few people to be this lucky. Your husband was dead but now he’s back and holding you tighter than ever.
“I know that was unbearable and I know I can only apologize. Y/n I promise I will never leave you or our daughter again.
I spent three hundred and seventy eight days away from you and I never want to again. You both are life and I was nothing without either of you.
I even sometimes wish I was really gone. The thought of never getting back to you guy’s consumed me. I’m just glad to be back”
He cried harder causing you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Your heart broke more for him knowing how much he struggled, he lost you both too.
“Don't say that Spencer, you knew you were coming back to us. I’m just so glad you’re home and safe.” you said pulling away to look him in his eyes. Moving to connect your lips, kissing him was always perfect. You fit into each other perfectly. You both pulled away as you heard the shower turn off.
“I love you Mrs.Reid.” He said kissing you on the forehead causing you to smile. You all continued to get ready for bed until you all were finally laying down, with Cameron in between you and Spencer.
This was the first time you genuinely seen a smile on your daughters face. You’re so grateful she has him back that you both have him back.
"Are you going to leave us again?' Cameron spoke up as you all watched the movie together.
"Because I don't think I would be able to handle it dad" her voice broke with a tear falling from her eye as she looked up at her. It was a good question, would he leave again?
"Oh honey, I promise I will never leave you again, it was a mistake to go without you both ill never do it again" he told her looking at you both so you knew too. You smiled at your wonderful husband still in awe at the fact he's home.
Cameron snuggled into her dad laying her head on his chest with you snuggling into her back. You all sat and watched your favorite movie Ron was fast asleep with you following behind. Before you fell asleep you heard Spencer.
“I’m so sorry I left. I love you both so much” as he leaned in to give Ronnie and kiss and then you.
“We love you too” you muttered as your eyes shut with a smile on your face. Having Spencer back was everything you needed.
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boarding school by ldr is sooo rafe 💗
kook!reader who just moved back to the obx after her parents moved bc of work, not remembering the Camerons too well but all of her friends are like “rafe this, rafe that..” so ofc she has to see what the hypes all about !!
but!!! getting sososoo disappointed when she’s at a party and he’s all pissy and rude to everyone ! rafe is all heart eyes for her, but she keeps shrugging him off 🙈🫶🏽
cute! 🌸
just watching him in action, seeing the way he interacts with others was enough for you. you’d come to this party to sit back and observe, figure out what all the hype was about — but it seemed all the buzz had been generated over just another stuck up Kook. it was guys like him that gave you all a bad name.
he was rude, not just to guys but to girls too— shrugging them off and sipping his drink when they tried to make a move. it was odd, really. he was gorgeous, you had to admit. but his personality was less than favourable, and your curiosity quickly faded, deciding to just enjoy your night with your friends instead.
you felt his presence next to you before you saw him, saw the colour of his shirt in your peripheral vision looming over you as you pour yourself another drink at the drinks table, eyes lasered in on the red solo cup in your hand making sure not to spill any liquor from the bottle. you mentally prepare yourself to remain composed and dignified, waiting for him to tell you to get the hell out of his way like he did the last person who dared stand where he wanted to stand.
“hi.” he calls over the music instead. you think you must have misheard him, so you ignore it all together. but he leans forward and speaks again. “i feel like i know you from somewhere.”
you turn and look up at him, heart thumping a little and he’s smiling. years are taken off his face when he grins, maybe that’s why he doesn’t do it much— less manly and more boyish. it’s almost sweet, and you would have probably fell for it if you hadn’t been watching him earlier.
“me?” you ask, all wide eyed and it makes him chuckle, nodding. god, he really had an intense stare— like seriously, his eyes haven’t moved from your face since the beginning of this interaction.
“yeah. you.” he surveys you for a moment. “what are you drinking?”
you ignore his question and raise an eyebrow, observing him right back. “you said you know me from somewhere?”
he shifts on his feet, eager and almost skittish like he wants to reach out and touch you or something. rafe briefly stuffs his hands in his pockets instead, so different from the guy you’d been watching all night to the point where you were starting to wonder if he had a twin.
“well yeah. ‘remember faces, y’know?” his lightly brings his finger to his temple in gesture. “uh i— aha,” he cuts himself off with a chuckle, leaning in a little. “i don’t forget the pretty ones.”
you panic a little, because well — it’s rafe cameron, coming onto you, and quite frankly he scares you. so you stare up at him a little dumbly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth before clasping your cup in both hands nervously.
“i dont — i uh— have to go back to my friends now.” you’re meek and it pains you, but you scurry off anyway, barely glancing back. you’d think that would have totally weirded him out, and hoped maybe it was enough to get him to leave you alone — but you couldn’t be more wrong, if anything he was encouraged.
you were constantly reminded of his poor treatment towards others because he stayed near you the whole night, mouthing off about pogues or telling randoms to ‘get the fuck out of his way’ all whilst following you around like a dumb, lovesick puppy. you ignored him at best, brushed him off when he gently took your arm and offered to join a game of suck and blow with you, or even beer pong. each time you rejected him, the more determined he was.
a while later, he gently grabs your arm again and you sigh loudly — sick of his chasing.
“hey i— i just wanna get to know you, a’ight? i’m not a bad guy.” his eyes are a little wide, watery from drinks and whatever else. it rings alarm bells in your head but you stare up at him regardless. maybe it was the drink that had you moving slower.
“you… you are a bad guy! you’re not nice!” it comes out childishly and you hate that for you, even pouting in frustration which makes the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. he thought you were the cutest thing ever, and he had to have you.
“so you’re tellin’ me… all i gotta do is start treating these nobodies nice and you’ll give me a chance?” he raises his eyebrows, ducking his head a little hopefully. you wanna slap him, tell him no and that you see through his little act. but… there’s something charming about him. something that’s drawing you in. what was it about rafe cameron that had everyone up in arms?
“its… definitely a start.” you cross your arms over yourself, sulking. he huffs out a relieved smile, running his fingers over his chin as he stares off, nodding.
“yeah i… i can do that.” he agrees and you stare at him expectedly, putting your wall back up.
“okay… are we done now? can i enjoy my night?” you sass, and he nods, holding his arm out to gesture to the doorway to the room everyone else was in.
“after you.” he drawls, watching you pass him. his eyes don’t leave the back of you, deadset on winning you over— and rafe always gets what he wants.
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His pretty muse {3)
Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader
Summary: Aegon finds what he thinks is love simply by looking through his camera lens. The only issue is, you don’t know how much he truly admires your beauty and how much he comes to crave you
Warnings: Dark themes mentioned, masterbation, pervy!aegon, talk of male oral, (any I missed let me know)
Story Taglist: @jamespotterismydaddy, @chompchompluke, @flrboyd, @teazlic, @sajida-cameron, @valeskafics,
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Other Chapters: one, two, three,
Other links: My Pretty Muse Masterlist
Aegon doesn’t regret a thing when he wakes up that morning and uses you as a way to rid himself of his morning wood. His hand finds itself sliding under the thin blanket he slept in last night and grips himself tightly. Your name is muttered like a prayer under his breath as his head goes back to those images of you last night.
He knows he could easily just go get his laptop to look at the pictures more clearly, but he’s way to lazy to go and grab it even if it’s only a few steps away. Besides, he’s already moved on from thinking of those photos to thinking of scenarios of you in such scandalous positions it’d make the maiden blush. His favourite by far, and the one that makes him cum, is the thought of you on your knees in-front of him looking up at him through your lashes while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth.
He grabs a random sock on the side of his bed and wipes himself down when he’s finished, before trailing to the shower and blasting himself in some cold water. After he dries himself off he debates on what to wear to take you on a supposed tour of the town, but to be perfectly honest, he knows jack shit apart from a spot that famous for suicides. Though he honestly doubts he’ll be able to weave that fact in without making you run for your perfect fucking family…
He decides on some butt ugly polo shirt he accidentally stole of his brother years ago when he left. It’s slightly tight on him cause of how bigger he’s gotten practically living of fish and chips, but hey, anything for his girl right? He even puts some weird conditioner thing in his hair before ultimately rethinking about how freakishly like his brother he became in that moment. “Like a god damn vampire…” he giggles slightly when he looks at himself in the mirror, before sticking his head under the tap and rinsing it to start all over again.
He’s eventually done though, and walks to the direction of your house with his hands in his trouser pockets and his camera tucked away on his desk, for once by on him. He refuses to scare you away just yet, even though the thought kind of excites him. He even whistles a part of a song he heard walking past a house with an open window. He thinks it’s called pumped up kicks or something like that.
When he gets to your house, he finally gets a chance to look at it in the sunlight. It’s a decent sized bungalow, but the paintwork is fucking ghastly. It’s supposed to be a golden yellow, a colour he knew well in his former life, yet here it’s changed into some sickly jaundice piss stained yellow. If you ever ask if he wants to help with housework, he’s starting with this whether you agree with him or not.
The house he can hear has already come alive with people. Children’s screams and adults shouting echo of the house in waves. He even hears his own ‘name’ shouted. “Sissy your lover boy is here for you!”
It almost brings a sort of smile to his face when he knocks, and the chaos within seems to get ten times louder. He hears you most clearly. Demanding your parents/grandparents to keep the kids away from the town that day so you can’t run into them, with the whining of the kids following swiftly afterwards. You come out a couple minutes later. Your cheeks are red with he assumes is embarrassment yet his head can’t help but think of the possible reasons for having red cheeks.
“Sorry about them. My family’s kinda annoyed I’m not going with them on this stupid walk they planned, yet gave no one else a heads up on about until this morning-“ Usually he finds himself wanting to smack ramblers who can’t get to the point. Yet while you do so he can’t help but find it cute and endearing. He hears you talk but he doesn’t really listen, cause all he can think while you’re doing it is how cute you are. Your hands are moving in time with your voice. When it rises, your hands rise too. It’s an awfully funny thing to witness not that he’s noticed it.
He doesn’t even realise that the two of you are walking though while he pretends to listen to you. Yet your sudden direction of voice brings him out of this little bubble he made just for you. “I thought you said about giving me a tour?” You giggled as you spoke, yet when you raised your eyebrow almost daringly you somehow manage to turn something so perfectly innocent, into something so damn seductive.
“Well sorry princess. Kinda got caught up in your story. I mean, what is a guy supposed to focus on when a beautiful womans talking to him? Not give her attention? Now that’s just cruel of him.” His fuckboy charm doesn’t seem to have any problem coming back to him. Even after a couple years of not using it it seems he still has the swagger. It practically roars in remembrance when you blush at the compliment.
“Wow you’re a real charmer aren’t you PM…” That fucking nickname mixed with the fucking smile you have, it nearly makes him pop a boner there and then.
“Hell yeah I am princess.” It’s a simple response mixed with a simple lazy wink, yet that combo seemed to make you react the most. Your face turns a light pink and your mouth moulds itself into a bashful smile. It’s got to be one of his best works yet he’s got to say.
The walk he hadn’t even realised they were on continues. He halfheartedly talks about the buildings they pass, playing into that tour guide thing he said he’d do but had no intention of actually doing. He makes sure to put in his own personal spin to it though. He makes sure to say stories about the people who live their or frequent there.
“A man named Paul lives there. He’s goes absolutely fucking mental when you step on his grass. Parently he sprayed some little kids with his hose a couple years ago when they played on it. Even gave one a bloody nose cause they fell down getting sprayed or some shit.”
“No!” You gasped. It goes on like that for around an hour. Just him and you messing about discussing gossip about people like the weird women at his mothers boring as fuck book club.
Whilst he’s in the middle of the rumour on one of the fisherman shagging the fish however, you stop, and when he looks back you’ve got a massive grin on your face.
“Something wrong pretty girl?” He asks. It’s strange, as he both does and doesn’t mean the sentimental tone behind it. You don’t respond immediately, only pointing to something behind him with that grin still on your face.
When he turns around, the memory of it hits him like a freight train. It’s an ice cream shop, and he said he’d buy you an ice cream. An internal panic hits him suddenly. What if he has no money on him? Would you think he’s poor for not having any money on him? (Even though he knows he technically is no doubt) or would you pity him and try and play a sympathy card?
While you walk to the entrance, his hands frantically shake and pull at any and all of his pockets, and low and behold the faint sigh of relief when his hand clasps on a lim forgotten twenty pound note hidden away. His footsteps slap against the hard shop as he enters and finds you grinning with rosy cheeks waiting for him.
“You already know what you want princess?” He asks.
“I’m thinking vanilla. It’s basic but a classic.” You ponder. When he looks at the flavours he remembers why he never comes in here. He’s an indecisive little shit.
“Good choice!” The kid behind the counter smiles. It’s obvious the kids not entirely thrilled to be there. The smiles too forced and the eyes look way to dull. Even the way he spoke the generic saying Aegon would bet his boss told him to say, was as if the freaking Terminator voiced him. And the cherry on top, the kids name tag says his names Geoffrey. What kind of sick fuck names there kid Geoffrey in this time? Sociopaths from the fucking thirties, that’s who.
When you turn to him, the kids eyes seem to droop down to look at your tits, and it takes everything in him not to leap over that counter and beat him till he’s unconscious with that stupid ice cream scooper he’s holding.
“Hey kid” The attentions of the tits now, and the kid can no doubt see the anger in his eyes. “I’ll get a vanilla too. In a tub, not a cone though.”
He can already feel the judgment radiating off in waves. Reflecting off the once vibrant now sickly shade of yellow of the ice cream parlour walls. The two of you don’t have to wait long till the kids calling for the two of you, as unsurprisingly enough, no one wants to go in the piss coloured ice cream parlour.
When he walks outside, holding the door open for you like from some stupid romcom movie his sister always raved on, he leads you to an old bench overlooking some trees. It’s like one of those things old married couples do. Sit on an old bench no doubt dedicated to some old person and feed the ducks.
Before the two of you have even sat down, he’s already ditched the pathetic pink plastic spoon the kid gave him. So instead, he uses his preferred method of eating ice cream. Holding the tub to his lips and licking it straight from the tub. He can feel your eyes watching him. Though whether it was from the way he was eating it or the tub itself he has no idea.
“Oh princess your staring” he practically sings. From the corner of his eye he sees your head quickly turn back to your own food and lick it a couple times. It takes everything in him to not groan out loud when he eagerly watched you kitten lick the white liquid that already begun to drip down your hand from the heat.
The silence between him and yourself though he finds is strange nice. Every so rarely often with the move of his arm his elbow brushes against your own arm, and Aegon has to stop himself every time from obsessing in his mind over the small contact.
Eventually the sun gets to his ice cream, leaving the dessert to pool in his cup. So he does what any sane person would do. He tilts it back and drinks it like a shot. He can see your head turn to him while he does this, the slurping sound not silent in anyway whatsoever. When he’s done and wipes whatever remnants stayed on his face he hears a little giggle coming from his left. A little giggle coming from you.
Aegon turns to you with a lazy grin. Mainly to tease you about the giggle, yet his gaze seems to zero in on a small dollop of ice cream that hangs in the corner of your mouth. He can’t even find himself able to look away. The once lazy grin he can feel fade as his hand moves with a mind of its own to wipe away at the white stuff with his thumb. It doesn’t end there, as he next licks at that very same thumb to get rid of the ice cream while making direct eye contact with you.
“Sorry…” He awkwardly smiles. Deep inside, he knows damn well he doesn’t mean the apology. He’d probably do it again if it meant he could touch you over and over. He’s probably even lick the remnants straight of your skin if you asked him to.
“It’s okay” you still someone manage to smile so cutely with a blush that’s taken your face hostage. “Why do you do that? Eat ice cream with a tub?”
Aegons never really had to think about it. Even though no one ever asked. Maybe it was cause he always hung about with the sheep kids in school. The ones who only hung onto your every word cause you had more money than them, and by the seven did he have a lot. “I’ve never had a cone before. Plus It always seems to go soggy whenever ice creams there for too long and all I can think about when I see it is wet cardboard.”
“Okay.” That’s all you say? Okay! Where’s the judgement?! Where’s the calling him a weirdo?! Where’s the normal human response?
“You don’t think it’s weird?” He’s insecurity creeps up on him as his nail gets pushed further into his palm. It’s a bad habit yes, learnt straight from mother dearest, but it distracts him from the humiliation with a nice feeling of pain. So why stop when he’s having fun?
“We all have our preferences, and you just have yours. Who am I to judge?” You say with a shrug as you go back to eating your cone. It’s simple how you said it. It was so simple and short. Yet why does he feel like he’s having a heart attack?
Aegon doesn’t speak for the rest of the ice cream part of the, is it a date? Do you count it as a date? He probably would count it as a date but only if you-
“You okay?” It’s your voice that brings him out of whatever mind melt he just went through. Yet he could never tell you that. If there’s one thing he got beat into him, men don’t show emotion. Or at least that’s what he was taught and shown anyway.
“I’m fine princess.” Again, the fuckboy smile comes out and is rewarded with a blush. His heart goes fast at the sight of it. It beats even fast when there’s more white ice cream on the corner of your lip, slowing dripping down the side of your mouth. If there’s a god out there, he’s currently torturing him.
It’s only worse for him when this time, you feel the ice cream and lick it away with your tongue. The sight of it makes his pants stir.
“What now- oh shit!” The shocked face you make leaves his head spinning. He turns his head a couple times to see if it’s something around the two of you which made you act so… surprised, but there’s no one but him and you, as-well as some old cat that wonders around. You couldn’t be that much of a cat lady right?
“I still don’t really know your name! I’m practically on a date with a complete stranger! Good gods for all I know you’re planning on taking me back to your place and locking me in a basement!” That’s actually sort of close… only he doesn’t have a basement. Should he invest in a basement?
“No one knows my real name princess. That’s kinda the point of why people call me PM.” Aegon attempts to diffuse the sudden tension with another fuck boy smile, but if anything it seems to make it worse…
“So you’re telling me no one in this entire town knows who you really are?”
“Nope.” It’s a simple answer, for a simple question. Yet it makes him think about it all. No one in this town does actually know who he is. The hair should’ve been a dead give away for who he was, yet no one questioned him about it. No one in any conversation he’d ever had in this town ever really asked him questions about him…
“What’s it begin with?” Your voice breaks him out of the tangent, yet when he turns his to look at you he’s forced to look straight into your eyes. Your very pretty, very close to him eyes.
“What?”
“Your name. Your real name. Not some made up alias you came up with but your actual, parent given or whatever adult given name. Tell me what it begins with if your not comfortable to say it fully.”
Aegon sighs in defeat when he sees your determined eyes. Again, your very close to him eyes that make his own want to drift to your lips and see if they taste of the vanilla ice cream. “My father picked my name, mainly cause he was a traditional cunt. It begins with an A.”
“Anthony?”
“Like that Bridgerton dude?”
“You watch Bridgerton?”
“No I remember when I was on the beach and a bunch of girls in skimpy bikinis were talking about the dude. Sounds like a dick for ditching his betrothed for her sister if you asked me.”
“Gonna just ignore that for the bigger issue… Arnold?”
“GET TO THE CHOPPER!”
“Dear gods give me strength… How about Archie?”
“Nope”
“Archibald?”
“Is that what I am to you princess? A fucking duke from the m 1800’s? I’m very harshly offended!”
“Achilles?”
“Are you trying to ask insinuate something princess?”
A frustrated sort of growl rips from your throat, and Aegon can’t help himself from thinking that’s the most hottest thing he’s ever heard. It almost naws at his head the idea that you growl like that in bed. When he takes you from behind, would you growl like that just for him while he’s cumming inside and paining your insides white? He certainly hopes so. He’s not very sorry for the fact he can feel himself getting hard in front of you. As why should he? He’ll be hopefully fucking you soon enough.
“You are so annoying!” You moan with your hands clenched in what he assumes is frustration. It makes him subconsciously smile from amusement.
“That’s the goal princess.” He winks for what feels like the tenth time today. That inner fuck boy really seems to be coming back full swing, though the worst part is he can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing. The good part is, he’s able to flirt with you like a bird flying. Scoring a couple deep blushes he’ll store the image of later. The bad part however, now that part of him is unlocked, the thoughts of that lifestyle are hitting him full force.
The images of you with that ice cream on your lips sending his mind racing. Sounds of you groaning playing again and again as if they’re on some old record player he can’t turn off. The taste of the ice cream is what he’s thinking your lips would taste like if he was to kiss you.
To be honest, the rest of the date not date went like a blur. As if he’d somehow snorted some sort of coke and was in some hallucinagenic high or something. Yeah, he remembers showing you the rest of the shitty buildings and telling you peoples secrets like you and him were on some shitty quiz show (unlike catchphrase if you ever dissed catchphrase he’d probably have to kill you). But honestly, it was as if he was watching it from above. The only way he can think of to describe it is from that marvel movie Dr Strange with the weird ghost thing they do.
The only way he’s brought back to his own body is when he felt the sudden warmth of your body on his. The feeling like his soul was entering his body hitting him harshly and quickly as he realised what was going on. You were hugging him. Your hands were wrapped around him and your head was in his neck.
Aegon can’t deny he didn’t enjoy the feeling of your warmth, but he also can’t deny the uncomfortable feeling of the hug itself. His arms though did not move, only limply and awkwardly stiff at his sides. His chin was brushing against the shell of your ear. Worst of all, he could feel his chest beating like he ran one of those marathon things, it’s almost worst that he doesn’t know if why his heart was beating so fast whether because it was from the sudden affection, or because while you hugged him he realised he could feel the imprint of your breasts.
You look up at him with your chest still in quite close proximity to his own, and your hands placed on his forearms. You seem to ponder something with a raised brow, as your mouth already begins to move.“You’re not a big hug kinda guy are you?”
“No I guess not.” He simply shrugs. His arms still hang limply, while your face is still close. He’s almost tempted to lean forward and close that gap. See if your lips will taste like the vanilla ice cream you were licking not long ago. He can’t deny though that he likes this act even better than going for the taste. A small torture for a large reward. Maybe it’s the masochist in him? Or the sadist that revels in the cat and mouse game your not even aware your playing. Call him insane, it’s not like he’s never heard it before anyway.
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