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unfold — RAFE CAMERON

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summary you have been rafe camerons shit list for a long time now. what happens when you attend a party at tannyhill and somehow make Rafe cameron fold

warnings mentions of smoking, drinking, cussing, partying

Rafe Cameron, kook king, as people would say.

He’s one of the most popular people in outer banks. Just hearing his name sends shivers down people's spines. He has girls practically on their knees for him left and right. There’s something about him that captivates them.

But, you don't want to mess with him either. You don’t want to be on his bad side. When he walks into a room, everyone stops and looks at him with fear or wondering what he's gonna do. He loves the fact that he has that effect on others. It helps boost his ego.

Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, has had you on his shitlist for a long time. You enjoy antagonizing and teasing him. You enjoy seeing him furious when you do things that irritate him. People warn you, but you dismiss them since he never does anything about it. He’s never and will never do anything in ways to hurt you physically.

Rafe’s throwing a party at his house tonight. Of course he didn’t invite you. He knows you’ll show up regardless because that's how you are. Word spreads quickly on the island.

"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here?" stated one of your close friends, Hailey, smiles as she hugged you.

You initially stated that you would not attend a party because you were not in the mood to do anything this weekend other than sit at home and watch movies. However, once you found that Rafe was throwing a party and happened to live down the road from you, you had no choice but to come and make your presence known.

“Oh well you know me, gotta make my presence known” you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink, scanning the room.

“If you wanna find Rafe, I’m pretty sure he’s somewhere in the living room or doing coke out back with the guys” Hailey whispers in your ear, winking.

Hailey is very well aware that you enjoy annoying the crap out of the Cameron boy. She claims it's for her own entertainment. She's waiting for you two to crack because she knows you are into each other but won't confess it.

"Let's go on the dance floor?" You insist as you take her hand in yours and walk her past the crowd to the living room.

The two of you start dancing to the beat of the music. A few people you recognize from school come up, catching you off by surprise. You girls end up dancing with each other for half of the night alongside the crowd.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick” you whisper in her ear.

“Okay, be safe” she replies back, squeezing your hand before you start walking away.

You bump into a muscular body on your way to the bathroom, and you look up to Rafe, who is already glaring down at you with a stern expression, as if he's about to argue about the fact that you're at his party. You can sense the tension in his body building. You like it.

A smile forms on your lips, and your pointer finger grips and plays with his chain, "looks like someone isn't happy to see me, huh?" You sarcastically remark, waiting for him to snatch your hand away from his chain.

"My night was going great before I bumped into you, Y/N," he replies with a harsh tone with a slight hint sarcastic, rolling his eyes.

"Aw, are you not excited to see me?" you cynically pout.

Rafe is trying so hard to go off like he usually does with you. You know how to get under his skin unlike anyone else. He hates that you have that effect on him that just snaps.

"You really don't want to start it with me right now, Y/N," he says harshly and sternly. Looking in his eyes, you can see he's had coke and drank.

"Oh, but I really want to start, Rafe," you remark as you move closer, chests meeting.

You couldn’t help but feel the sexual tension growing between the both of you. This is the first time you are feeling it. You’ve always wondered why he never did anything about your behavior towards him. Actually, no one doesn’t know why, only Rafe does.

Hailey stood a few feet away, watching the whole thing unfold. She had to remove herself from the large crowd of people around her to watch her best friend.

Before Rafe can respond, Kelce walks up to tell Rafe to go in the backyard because there’s something he needs to show him.

"Oh, hey Y/N, it's good to see you and looking beautiful as always" Kelce smiles giving you a warm hug.

"It's to see you too Kelce and thank you" you reply while pulling away from the hug.

“Nice seeing you Rafe” you wave innocently, smiling, then flipping him off with a straight face.

You both know you’ll run into each other again tonight.

When you make your way back to Hailey, she’s laughing over the interaction she watched. You tell her to shut it before she says anything else. You drag her down the hall into the bathroom to pee and talk about what happened.

“I love seeing you do that to him” Hailey laughs, taking a sip of her drink, jumping on the bathroom sink.

In answer, you grin, lifting your finger and moving it back and forth, "The way he was ready to go off on me but cut off when Kelce told him to go in the backyard made me wanna laugh in his face."

After the bathroom, you both headed into the kitchen to get another drink from the coolers. The kitchen was occupied with people getting drinks or simply standing and talking.

Hailey began talking to this guy she'd been eyeing for a while.

You lean in to whisper in her ear, "I'm gonna let you be, call or text me if you need anything," and she smiles back, reassuring you she’ll be okay.

You scan the room, unsure of what or who you're looking for. Something inside you tells you to go find Rafe and annoy the living shit out of him. Topper and Kelce noticed you examining the room from afar and approached you.

The two wave as they approach you, you wave back smiling.

“Hello boys” you smile, “enjoying the party?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink.

The last time you saw Kelce he was drunk but not drunk enough. Now here he is half an hour later crossed.

“Fuck yeah, we are crossed” Kelce chuckles, throwing his head back.

Topper agrees with a nod.

“Oh, I can tell,” you reply.

Topper turns around when he sees Rafe making his way over. The two boys take a step back, revealing you. Rafe stops his tracks, rolling his eyes, tongue runs over his bottom lip, annoyed.

Perfect timing to annoy him.

The two boys let out a chuckle, shaking their heads from the look on Rafe’s furious look.

Something leads you to take Rafe's hand and lead him to the large crowd. You follow your gut and approach him gently. You gaze up to him, who is already staring at you with such intensity that it sends shivers down your spine. You grab his hand in yours and bring him towards the large crowd in the living room.

Topper and Kelce’s jaws dropped when they watched Rafe follow you into the crowd. For one, Rafe never does that with you, ever. They give each other the look of you just saw that too look.

"Please tell me Rafe just let her do that?" Topper blurts with confusion spread all over his face.

Kelce rubbed his eye to make sure he was seeing the same thing as Topper.

When you come to stop, turn around and face him. You can tell he's irritated that you dragged him to the center of the dance floor. But you're wondering why he let you do it.

"Why did you lead me here, Y/N?" Rafe questions.

"I wanna dance, Rafe, and you are gonna dance with me," you chuckle, grabbing both Rafe's hands and resting them on your waist while maintaining eye contact with him.

He shrugs his shoulders, turns your body around, making you gasp, catching you off guard. Now your back is against his front.

You tilt your head back, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music while his hands rest themselves on your waist.

As you continue to dance to the music, Rafe leans down to your ear, “you are playing a dangerous game with me, Y/N” the thrill in your blood went through the roof by his comment.

With a smirk, you close your eyes and place your left hand on the back of his neck, drawing his head down so you could whisper in his ear. The sound of his steady breathing may be felt against your skin.

"What kind of game are you implying?" you asked, touching the ends of his hair behind his head.

"C'mon, you can't tell me you haven't been enjoying this, Y/N? You know what I mean," he says, knowing what he means as he’s directing both hands from your waist to the center of your stomach and back to your waist, attempting to catch you off guard, but you refuse to let it happen.

You know that he knows you love annoying the shit out of him but he can tell by the way your body reacts to his touch that has him a little intrigued.

In reaction, you back yourself into his front, drawing a sigh from his lips before spinning around, stepping on your tiptoes and putting your arms around his neck.

You feel something hard pressing against your stomach. In that moment you knew where the night was gonna take you both.

You two make eye contact.

You notice his eyes looking at your lips then your eyes, going back and forth.

“If you’re gonna look at my lips you should just kiss them” you remark with sass which didn’t make him quite happy but you didn’t care.

He leans closer, and your faces get inches closer and closer. At this time, both of your breaths are increasing, but no one is moving. You lean forward and extend the tip of your tongue, allowing it to touch Rafe's upper lip.

Rafe's demeanor shifted, which concerned you a little because you'd seen how aggressive he can be but he'd never hurt you. He grabs your wrist and brings you through the enormous home and upstairs to his bedroom, which is down a hallway and out of hearing.

As you passed past people, they were taken aback to find you holding hands with Rafe Cameron as you walked the stairs. You can imagine the amount of discussion and publishing on social media.

"You never know when to shut up and take a hint, little one," he says with his back to you, locking his bedroom door before turning around backing you up against the edge of his bed.

"I actually do know when to shut up, mister," you respond, still standing firm.

Rafe catches you off guard by pushing you onto his bed, opening your legs so he can stand between them, and smoothly moving his hands up and down your thighs.

"Oh, do you, Princess? Let's see how that goes while you're screaming my name beneath me.”

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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could you do a rafe imagine where reader is a pouge and she’s working at the country club as a server or as a bust gal and kelce says something about her but rafe secretly likes the reader and he defends her and gets pissed at his friends for talking bad about her or saying something degrading or ojectifyinfg about her and then the reader finds out rafe defended her from topper ?? Bc topper is secretly kind (apart from the fire tbh) and reader confronts rafe about why he defended her

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. sooo much fluff, degrading language towards women, a fight (kinda), out of character top/rafe, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. rafe has a crush on you and topper makes it his top priority to get you two together after you confess your feelings, too.

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You were exhausted at this time of day and you just wanted to go home and rest. Your eyes were heavy and your feet hurt from these stupid heels the club makes you wear. You had one last table before you could clock out; you could already feel the warm bath you were going to draw tonight.

Until you saw who you were serving; Kook royalty themselves. Rafe, Topper, Kelce and a few guys you don't recall the names of. You prepared yourself for the longest hour serving these boys.

You walked up to them, a big smile on your lips. If you were going to serve some snotty Kooks you might as well get a good tip. "Hey, um. I'm Y/N, and I'm your waiter for tonight. Can I get you started with any drinks?"

You handed out the menus and you could already feel their stares at your body and face, making you feel a tiny bit self conscious. In the corner of your eye you saw Kelce turn to one of the boys to whisper something and he immediately turned red before letting out a chuckle.

You saw Topper and Rafe make eye contact before Rafe rolled his eyes, making Topper sigh.

"Sure, for me, I don't know about the others though." Topper nodded politely as you smiled.

"Yeah, I'm super thirsty." One of the boys had commented as the whole table (minus Topper and Rafe) erupted in laughter. You were disgusted and honestly disappointed, I mean, how low could these jerks get?

Rafe cleared his throat and the whole table became quiet once again. "Me and Top are going to get some Old-Fashion's. I don't know about the others."

"Make that three more." Kelce added and you nodded politely, jotting it down quickly on the notepad.

"Okay, I will be right back with your drinks. Take a look at the menus, alright?" You walked away with another big smile and as you turned, it immediately dropped.

You didn't necessarily hate Kooks; well, not to the extent of JJ or Pope. You could honestly stand them; sure, they made you uncomfortably sometimes but at least at the end of it, you have a good tip.

"Take a look at those menus, more like take a look at that ass!" The boy had said and Kelce and other one let out another laugh. Rafe couldn't stand it.

The jokes weren't funny and were low blows, they were some of the worst jokes he'd heard in months. It was stupid. Rafe held in all his anger because he didn't want to cause a scene, especially here or in front of you.

He's been trying to make a move on you for months; giving extra tips, complimenting you, asking if you could help with the golf cart. And now all his hard was going down the drain because you're going to think he's shallow and idiotic because of his 'friends.'

The only person he actually liked right now was Topper and that's saying a lot. He felt bad for you as well. Rafe didn't really feel empathetic towards anyone but seeing you put on a fake smile and nod off the joke like it was nothing reminded him of someone.

"God what I would do to take her to bed." One of the boys sighed as the others agreed. Rafe bit his tongue as they continued.

"I'm sure she would," Kelce took a drink of his water. "If you tipped her enough."

"You're right, she's a Pogue. I'm sure she needs the money."

Rafe was disgusted. Is this really what they thought about? "Shut the fuck up, dude. That's not funny."

The table went quiet as the guy turned to Rafe. "What the fuck is your problem man, you've been in a bitch mood ever since we came in here. I mean, come on, it's a fucking joke."

"A joke? You call that a fucking joke?" Rafe started raising his voice. "You're the fucking joke here, dude. Who the fuck says that shit? Especially while she's literally over there."

Topper nodded. "Yeah, have some decency. Y/N's actually so sweet."

The two boys looked at each other before laughing. "Oh I see what's goin on here. You two are acting like you're all above this, above us, so she can see how gentleman-ly you are and let you tag team her, huh?"

"Not everything is about sex, dude. Maybe we actually think she's nice and a human being that deserves a little respect. She's, y'know, a living breathing human with thoughts in case you've forgot." Rafe was seeing red and he was about to throw a punch before Topper kicked his leg.

"What, dude? It's true." Rafe looked at Topper before he sighed.

"Let's just finish the drinks and then we can go, alright?" Topper was trying to calm things down and Rafe took a deep breath before nodding.

You had come back with all the drinks on a platter. You felt the shift in energy, it was a lot more tense now than it was. "Alright, have you guys figured out what you guys wanted to eat?"

You passed out the drinks.

"That would be it, can you uh, get the check please?" Rafe's voice was much softer and politer than usual and you nodded. You appreciated the manners; you don't see a lot of that in the country club.

"Okay, sure. I will be right back with the check." You smiled at him and his cheeks turned a little red as he turned away. Topper noticed this and was a little confused.

Rafe had never mentioned liking you in anyway. He was now wondering if he had just started liking you or if this was something that's been happening for a while now.

"Okay, Kelce, how much would you pay me if I went up to her and asked her out on a date?"

"Nothing, dude. You'll be getting the award, why would I have to pay?" Kelce responded, drinking a little of his drink.

Rafe flared his nostrils as he kept in his anger once again. He didn't want to blow up again, people were already staring.

"Dude, you won't do it." The other guy laughed. "You're a fuckin pussy."

"There's no way she'll say yes." Kelce added.

The other guy rolled his eyes, "How much do you wanna bet?"

Kelce laughed, "100$ easy, dude."

He laughed, "Okay, I'll be a 100$ richer."

"You're definitely going to lose that 100, man."

You came back and put the check down with a small smile. "Is that all boys?"

"Yes." Rafe quickly said, taking the check and putting his card in. The others exchanged looks. Before you could away, the boy had started to say something.

"Y/N, right?" He looked at your nametag then to your low V-cut shirt before looking back at your face. "I was wondering if you could let me take you out later this week, maybe... Saturday? I'm havin a big party, I'd just love for you to come."

Rafe was angry he felt like his eyes were going to bulge out of his eyelids as he stared daggers at the guy.

You stood there, a bit shocked. There were a few seconds before you could respond. "I would love to. But uh, I'm already dating someone."

"Really?" Topper looked confused, you'd never mentioned one. You glared down at him before smiling and nodding. Rafe felt like his world had come crashing down. You had a boyfriend?

"Yup, JJ. Two months!" You said dramatically. "Sorry... About that."

The guy looked pissed, turning away from you. "You weren't even that pretty anyway." He muttered.

Your eyes widened and immediately took that as your que to leave, walking away. "Okay.."

Rafe quickly got up after you, taking out his wallet and taking out a 20$, handing it to you.

Your eyes had widened at how much he was tipping. "Whoa, are you sure?"

"Very. My friends were douches to you and I apologize. I don't even know the other two dudes' names."

You laughed, the first real genuine laugh you've had all day. It was a like breathe of fresh air. "Me neither, but I can't take this, that's so much." You pushed away the money.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, you can." He put it in the pocket in your shirt before sighing. "Enjoy the rest of your night."

He walked away to the rest of his friends and you smiled at the nice gesture. Rafe, despite the opinion of your friends, was actually kinda sweet. I mean, he was sure as hell better than the rest of his friends (minus Topper).

"Dude, that took you long enough." You heard one of them groan.

"Shut up." You heard Rafe reply as you smiled to yourself. You immediately shook away the smile, sighing. Why was the Kook prince making you smile? Wow, you were in desperate need of a bath and a good meal, 8 hour shifts aren't your strong suit.

You were surprised and confused at Topper's words.

"Yeah, he was like, genuinely pissed. I've never seen him that mad and that's saying a lot."

Your eyebrows were furrowed, "Wait, wait. So he defended me?"

Topper looked at you like it was the most obvious thing of all. "That's what I've been saying for the last half an hour, have you been listening?"

You rolled your eyes at Topper's unnecessary sassiness, "Yes, Top, it's just been really hard to process."

"What's hard about it? Rafe has literally never had a soft spot for anyone except Wheeizie, like ever. And he's rich. He can spoil you and you're literally set for life-"

"Whoa, okay." You started laughing. "Let's not go that far. I am not marrying Rafe Cameron." ok girl...

"Okay but think about it." He smiled. "We could be like kinda related. If Sarah marries me... or if Rafe considers me a best friend, I could be like your brother-in-law."

You started laughing harder, "Sarah's not marrying you."

He didn't look too amused by that. "Okay, shut up, seriously. Rafe likes you."

The more you imagined his face and his smile, his dad outfits and the way he literally is an asshole to everyone except you, the more hot your face felt.

Topper smiled as he playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh. "He's cute."

"Cute? Don't call say that to his face, he'll get all flustered and then roll his eyes."

You already imagine his face, making you laugh a little harder. "Okay, okay. If... if I were to like him back, how would I approach him?"

Topper sighed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Okay, uh. Maybe just talk to him and flirt before he asks you out."

"That's so obvious-"

"He tipped you a 20 last night and you're worried you're making it obvious? Are you serious?"

You rolled your eyes. You reminded yourself to talk to Topper about his attitude problem later because it's getting a bit much. "Okay. Fine. I will."

Other than being a waitress at the country club, some days they put you on the Beverage Cart duty. It was probably because they were short in staff that day but honestly you didn't mind. You'd rather be out on the golf course then cooped up in the restaurant. You also get double the tips than you would inside.

Plus, you had a cute golf outfit on with the cute visor; you felt like a true Kook.

As you were going around, selling drinks, you saw Topper and Rafe. Of course they were going to the club today; it was nice Saturday afternoon. You face palmed yourself. You already knew what Topper was going to do.

Topper saw you as well, a smirk forming on his lips. "Rafe, uh. Remember Y/N?"

Rafe felt himself blush at the mention of you. He shook it off, nodding. "Uh, yeah. Doesn't she work here?"

"Yep. Also, I was uh, talkin to her the other day and she called you cute."

Rafe's mouth flew open as he whipped his head towards Topper. "What?"

Topper smiled. "Yeah, she called you cute. Like, really cute. She was blushing and shit."

Rafe smiled and he didn't even feel it. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, dude. And, oh! Speaking of the devil, there she is."

Rafe's eyes widened as he looked over at you and shook his head. "Oh, uh."

"I know you like her, man." Topper added as he looked to Rafe.

He shook his head. "No, I don't like her. I think she's cute."

Topper rolled his eyes. "And you blush around you, you stumble over your words, you tip her real good. You were practically on the floor kicking your feet in the air and blushing when I told you she said you were cute."

Rafe frowned at Topper's wording and before he could protest, he started pushing Rafe towards the cart. "Dude, hold on."

"Ask her out, man."

"Not now, dude, I've been plotting for months now, I can't just-"

"Dude, do you trust me?" Topper stopped and looked dead in the eyes.

"No." Rafe stated before Topper rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the fifty-th time that day.

"I don't care, now come on." He pushed Rafe towards the cart before grabbing the back of his collar, making him walk towards you. If this was any other situation, Rafe would've landed a punch to Top's jaw but he didn't wanna scare you off, so he kept his cool.

You stared the two as they approached the cart. They seemed too... normal. They were both smiling and you felt like they were plotting. You know for a fact that Topper is.

"Hey."

"Hi." They both said in union, making Rafe look back at Topper, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What can I get you two?" There was unnecessary awkwardness between the three of you as they both looked at each other.

"Two... sodas."

"Sodas?" You looked assumed. Were they 12?

Topper looked back at you. "Yes."

As you reached for the cooler, you heard Topper make an 'O' sound. You turned around.

"Oh shit. I forgot my wallet, I will be right back. Rafe, you stay here and get us the sodas, alright?"

Rafe looked back with his teeth gritted, a warning to Topper. "Topper."

He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He jogged away as you and Rafe made eye contact.

You knew that he knew what you had told Topper. And then, Rafe realized the same thing. He didn't know what Topper had told you but he just hopes it wasn't too embarrassing.

"Um. I never asked but um, what sodas do you want?"

"Ginger ale. I'm pretty Topper wants something girly like Diet Coke or something like that." Rafe mumbled the last part but you heard it. You let a horrendously loud laugh because you knew Topper would get a Diet Coke.

You suddenly felt embarrassed but it melted as you heard Rafe's small laugh as well. Butterflies filled your stomach as you heard him.

"Okay, then. One ginger ale and uh... a Diet Coke." You laughed a little after, making Rafe smile.

As you handed him the Ginger Ale, your hands touched and you felt like your face was on fire. You quickly pulled away.

"Hey, uh..." Rafe started. "Did Topper say anything about me?"

"In what way?"

"Um, I don't know... something involving you?" Rafe inquired as you smiled.

"Did he say anything to you about me?"

"Maybe." He dragged out the 'e' sound as you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"Topper may have mentioned a few things about you. But they weren't bad. They were actually a little... admiring to hear."

He went red as he looked down at his feet. "Topper just loves to run his mouth."

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah. He definitely loves to gossip."

He laughed at your wording. "He said some stuff about you, too. It was... admiring, too."

Your cheeks had begun to hurt from smiling this hard and it'd been only a couple minutes.

"Okay." Rafe sighed. "Are we talking about the same thing-"

"Yes, we are. I think."

Rafe was going to have to push all his pride and ego just this time. "I think that you're really pretty... and if you're not with JJ, I'd love to take you out on a date."

You had forget he heard that part. "I'm not with JJ."

"Okay, then what do you say?"

"Yes, Rafe." You smiled at him and he swore his heart did a little flip at the sound of that.

"Okay," he sounded breathless.

You then turned in your cart, looking for a piece of paper and your pen. You found one and then wrote down your number. You turned back and handed it to him. "Text me and then we can sort out the details, okay?"

"Yeah, for sure."

Topper finally walked back, wallet in hand, a big grin on his tanned face. He looked down at the paper in his hand and gave Rafe a proud pat on the back.

"Here's your Diet Coke," you held in your laugh as you gave the drink to Topper. Rafe smiled back at you as Topper opened it quickly and took a big gulp.

"Thank you. I knew you'd know my favorite drink, Y/N." He took out a 5 dollar bill and gave it to you before winking and you felt yourself cringe at Topper as you took the 5.

He and Rafe walked away and you stood there, your heart beating fast as you watched them walk away.

"What'd I say? Trust me, Rafe, I promise it'll work out and look, it worked out!"

"Yeah, for once, dude."

"Oh, shut up."

You heard their argument and laughed to yourself, getting back into your cart to drive to the next course.

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obaex · 1 year

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better start practicing - rafe cameron

summary: you see a soft and unexpected side of rafe, leading you both to confess your true feelings about the future.

word count: 1k

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The barbeque was in full swing as Rafe guided you by the hand through friends and family alike on the back porch of Tanneyhill. You were more or less a permanent fixture at the Cameron's at this point, but this was the first time you had gotten to meet Rafe's extended family and it felt like a significant step forward in your relationship. Plus, you got to see another side of him that was so sweet and soft, drinking in the familial affection he didn't get on a regular basis from doting aunts and proud uncles. He glowed, even through pinched cheeks and endless heckling about you: "Rafe Cameron, pictures simply do not do this pretty girl justice. How did you get so lucky? You take good care of her, you hear?" You were both drinking in the compliments and love, such a welcome divergence from the usually dark and critical pallor that Ward cast on Tanneyhill.

After awhile you had gotten separated from Rafe when one of his uncles pulled him aside to talk. Wanting to give him time to catch up with everyone, you wandered over to Sarah and your friends. Despite the distance between you, you could feel Rafe's eyes tracking you wherever you went, and when you finally caught his eye, he grinned goofily at you and winked before he was distracted by something at his feet.

You couldn't see what it was, but you saw him quickly set his beer down and lean over before standing back up with his youngest cousin, Leyla, in his arms. She was only three years old and you could tell that the long day of playing with her cousins had worn her out. You could see Rafe say something sweetly to her, causing her to smile as he brushed her hair out of her face and she snuggled into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. He rubbed her back gently before picking up his beer and resuming his conversation, like toting this little girl around and letting her fall asleep on him was the most natural thing in the world.

You could have died on the spot. You could have melted into the floor and washed away with the tide at the sight of the strong, fierce, indefensible Rafe Cameron cradling a little girl in his arms. All you could think to yourself is that you hoped you were looking at a glimpse of your future, on another porch, in another house with the same man snuggling your sweet daughter in his arms. You don't know how long you stood there, drinking in the sight that was tugging at your heart before Rafe's aunt came by, gently taking his sleeping cousin out of his arms. You took that as your cue and made your way over to him.

"Rafe, can I borrow you for a minute?" you asked, trying to tone down the urgency in your voice. He knew you too well, though, his brow furrowing, "Absolutely, beautiful, is everything okay?" he asked, following you as you tugged him by the hand around to the front of the house, away from prying eyes. "Babe, you're worrying me, what's wrong?" he asked again. You took his hands in yours, taking a cautionary glance around to be sure you were alone before passionately pressing your lips to his, your hands coming up to cup his face, your body pressing into his. "Mmpf!" he replied as you caught him off guard, pressing him into the siding of the house. He tossed his beer into the bushes, long forgotten, as he wrapped his arms around you. Your kisses grew more heated as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like the IPA he had been drinking and you couldn't get enough as he matched you kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke, before smiling and breaking away briefly enough to say jokingly, "I guess I should leave you with my Aunt Linda more often? Where is this coming from? Not that I'm complaining in the slightest" he said with a smirk.

You began kissing him again, attempting to explain between the crashes of your lips.

"You" kiss "are the sweetest" kiss "most gentle, loving man" kiss "and" kiss "one day" kiss "you are going to be an amazing father."

At that, he pulled away to look at you, a confused look on his face, scanning yours for any hint of a joke. You knew those words held weight for him. He clearly didn't have a good father figure and he was insecure about what that meant for him as a father, for his children, for his future.

"I saw you with Leyla" you explained. "You're a natural, you are such a giver and a lover. You have a heart of pure gold, Rafe Cameron, despite what you want the world to see. You are going to be the best damn father our babies could ever hope for."

"Our babies?" he said smiling. He was grinning ear to ear at that.

Shit. You had let slip the fantasy you had been playing in your head of Rafe as the father of your children. You had both talked casually about getting married, about having a family. You knew you both wanted that at some point, but you had never said anything this serious before.

"Babies, you know, in general --" you tried to walk your words back, afraid at what his reaction would be before he interrupted you.

"Nuh-uh, don't even try that, pretty girl, I heard you loud and clear: our babies," he said, his hands cupping your face. "You want to have my babies?" he was smiling and he let out a small, earnest laugh. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had dreamt of that future with you, but didn't want to cling to something he thought was too good to be true.

You pursed your lips, trying to hide your smile as you nodded earnestly.

"WOO!" Rafe shouted, the joy of the moment and the realization that you wanted the same thing, that you trusted him, that you believed in him, that you were going to make his dreams come true overwhelming him. You were giggling at his reaction when he hoisted you over his shoulder, firefighter style.

"Rafe!" you shouted, surprised, amidst peals of laughter, "What are you doing!? Where are we going!?"

"Better start practicing" he said, carrying you inside.

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david crosby & joni mitchell

Joni Mitchell and David Crosby, hanging out with Eric Clapton, Micky Dolenz, Laurel Canyon, February 1968 © Henry Diltz. / Cactus Tree - Joni Mitchell / Portrait of David Crosby by Joni Mitchell, 1969 / David Crosby, Panama Canal artwork by Joni Mitchell, 1969 / Guinevere - Crosby, Stills and Nash / A Schooner Runs Through It | BoatUS and Reckless Daugther by David Yaffe / Unknown, Nature film, 1970s / Joni Mitchell listening as David Crosby plays at Cass Elliott’s home, 1968. © Henry Diltz / Remember My Name (2019) dir. Cameron Crowe / Reckless Daugther by David Yaffe / Joni Mitchell signing her record deal with Elliot Roberts (her manager), David Crosby (producer) and Mo Ostin, RCA Record executive, 1967 / David Crosby and Joni Mitchell at Big Sur, Rolling Stone, October 12th 1968 / Coconut Grove / Joni Mitchell wearing David Crosby’s brimmed hat—Sunset Sound Recorders, Los Angeles, CA, 1967 © Sulfiati Magnuson. / Joni Mitchell and David Crosby during recording season to “Song To A Seagull”, 1967 © Sulfiati Magnuson / Quote from Remember My Name (2019) dir. Cameron Crowe / That Song about the Midway - Joni Mitchell / David Crosby Song To A Seagull sleeve, 1967 / David Crosby, 1969 © Henry Diltz / Joni Mitchell describing David Crosby as Yosemite Sam / David Crosby, Joni Mitchell and Graham Nash travel to Big Bear Lake, 1969 © Henry Diltz / Henry Diltz contact sheet, with Joni Mitchell, Graham Nash, and David Crosby. / Joni Mitchell with Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young, Wembley Stadium, September 14, 1974. © Vin Miles / David Crosby tweeting about Joni Mitchell and Brandi Carlile after their performance at the Newport Folk Festival, July 2022

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Chapter IX: Barnabas, Mary, and Plainfield

This is the 11th in a series of articles which serializes my family history, which I wrote in November 2017, titled "From Samuel to Cyrus: A fresh look at the History of the Packard Family." Below is the 9th chapter of that history:

With the death of Barnabas Packard I in 1824, there were two Barnabas Packards remaining. One of them was the first child son of Barnabas Packard I and Sarah Ford, and was named Barnabas Packard II. He was born in Bridgewater and was briefly mentioned in the previous chapter. [194] His story, that of his wife Mary Nash, and Plainfield, north of Cummington, is the subject of this chapter. Sometime between 1764 and 1789 he moved to Plainfield, Massachusetts, clearing the “wilderness for a farm in what is now Plainfield’s Maple Street” as one history put it. On September 17, 1789, he married a Plainfield woman by the name of Mary Nash. [195] While some sources say that her age was not recorded, using her gravestone as a guide, she would have been 28, meaning that she was three years older than Barnabas. As some recent articles have indicated, this could have increased her mortality rate, but even if that was not the case, it doesn’t follow the trend (currently changing) of older men marrying younger women, so it is a different dynamic. [196] This Barnabas reportedly built his own “home and barns” and the story goes that his wife Mary chased “a bear away from the hog-pen with a pitch-fork.” Considering the agricultural lifestyle they had, this story is within belief.

The town of Plainfield was not at all new. The town had begun to be settled in 1770 but was not incorporated until 1807. Hence, Barnabas and Mary were part of the wave of settlers before incorporation. The area itself has moderate to rugged terrain, with some areas having relatively gentle hills. [197] No major waterways go through Plainfield with existing local streams and brooks flowing into Westfield River, with such streams and brooks enough to run mills in the 19th century although they were not rivers. No settlements by indigenous peoples are known. It was only used as a resource area or division between indigenous nations, while the area did not have colonial population until about 1770, with locals attending religious services in Cummington since the town, at the time, did not have religious services. [198] In terms of an economy, it is relatively self-explanatory. The inhabitants were mainly farmers, so the economy was largely agricultural, with no railroads constructed in the area from 1830 to 1915, apart from some small cloth shops. [199] The town was small. It only had 570 people in 1870, producing potatoes and other agricultural products like maple sugar and apples, along with cattle raising even in the late industrial period, and continuing to be agricultural even into the 20th century. [200]

This would make the town a perfect place for the Packard family. They would stay in Plainfield even into the 1890s, when one historian, recounting the town’s genealogy, would say, they have “quite a family” in the area. [201] This would continue for many years, with some descendants still living there.

Barnabas and Mary would have eight children. One of them, as the story goes, “died in infancy” in 1794. Their first child was Achsah Packard. As the existing family history states, he was born on April 26, 1790, he died 15 months later on June 21, 1791, from a cause which is not known. [202] This cannot be confirmed or denied. Their second child was Sally Packard, born on July 3, 1792 and died on April 25, 1868. [203] While she never married, she lived with her sister, Ruby, and Edward Beals in Plainfield in 1850 and just with Ruby in 1860 in the same location. Nothing else is known. Their third child was Barnabas Packard III. He was born on June 10, 1795, in Brockton, Massachusetts, and died on December 1871, living in Cummington, Massachusetts in 1800. [204] Other information about him and his family will be explained in the next chapter.

The other five children have varied levels of documentation. Their fourth child, Patty Packard, was reportedly born on August 25, 1797, is said to have married Nathan Beales/Beals on July 13, 1815. Searches on Find A Grave and elsewhere cannot confirm or deny this information. Ruby Packard, their fifth child, is a different story. Her gravestone shows she was born on September 29, 1799, and died on October 25, 1871, at age 72 and one month. [205] No other information can be determined at this time. Some of their other children have more information on their lives, helping tell their story.

Norton, their sixth child, was born in 1802, on November 22 or 23, if you count backwards from his death date. [206] He married a woman named Mary Ann Thompson on November 2, 1828. They would have four children together: John Kirkland Packard (1832-1834) who lived in Cummington, Phidena Packard (b. 1834) of Cummington, Mainla Richardo Packard (b. 1837), and John Kirkland Packard (b. 1839). [207] In 1860, after the death of Mary, Norton would re-marry. On June 26, he would marry a woman named Eunice Rowley, the daughter or Erastus Rowley and Eunice. [208] They would live in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, within Berkshire, Massachusetts, from 1860 to 1871, when she died on September 28. Norton would live in the same place, not marrying again until his death on September 23, 1898 at age 96, 10 months and one day old, dying of old age and/or asthma. [209]

Milton and Roswell were Barnabas and Mary’s last two children. Milton E. was their sixth child. Born on January 10, 1805, he lived in Hampshire Massachusetts, likely Plainfield, from 1805-1865, dying in Cameron, Missouri, within Clinton County. [210] He married a woman named Charlotte Parker on January 6, 1828. While he, as the story goes, continued to operate his parent’s farm in Plainfield, he had at least four children with Charlotte: Lyman (1833-1867), Laura (1843-1870), Lozone (1845-1923), and Franklin Luther (1852-1920), all with the last name of Packard. [211] There is more to their story than just this simple recounting. Probate records focus on a number of Packards living in the area, including Milton, Charlotte, and their children, with the settling of their estates. [212] For Milton, Chalmers Packard (relation not known) became the administrator of his estate, while he also became a guardian to some of Milton’s children or related Packards.

The last child, the seventh child, was Roswell Packard. As the story goes, he was born on February 12, 1808. He married a woman named Susannah Bird on July 14, 1832. [213] If the 1850, 1860, 1870 and 1880 censuses refer to the same person, he moved to Racine, Wisconsin, and reportedly died sometime in 1883. Nothing else is known other than this photograph of him posted on Ancestry.com by a user named momcom1212 on November 7, 2009:

The records of Barnabas and Sarah’s family at this point are scant. While a probate, within the Massachusetts, Wills and Probates Records, 1635-1991, exists for Sally Packard of Hampshire, it does not exist for any other individuals. The 1790 census lists all three Barnabases, one in Cummington (Barnabas I), another in Plainfield (Barnabas II), and one in Easton (presumably Barnabas III). [214] Later years narrow down the results. As some note, Barnabas Packard II became church Deacon in 1799, and died on April 30, 1847, at age 83, with his wife dying 10 years earlier on July 10, 1837, at age 70, with both buried at West Hill Cemetery in Plainfield. At least 20 Packards are at this cemetery, while 33 or 34 are currently buried within Dawes Cemetery in Cummington, near Grace Hill Dairy on 47 Potash Hill Road. Both have signs. We know that Barnabas Packard II lived in Plainfield. Going through the results, Barnabas I (Cummington) and Barnabas III (likely the one in Easton) continue to be listed, but it is not until 1810 (and again in 1820) that Barnabas II appears once again in the U.S. Federal Census. [215] By 1830, there are two Barnabas’s living in Plainfield, one named Barnabas Packard (referring to Barnabas II) and another named Barnabas Packard, Jr (referring to Barnabas III), although the 1840 census does not distinguish between them both in this manner, the one with the bigger family is likely Barnabas II. With the death of Barnabas Packard II in 1847, this opens the door to telling more of the story of Barnabas Packard III in the next chapter.

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[194] Birth date confirmed by Gen. Column of the "Boston Transcript". 1906-1941: 24 Jun 1908, 1108 along with Family Data Collection - Individual Records, while Massachusetts, Town Birth Records, 1620-1850 gives a different date.

[195] Town Records, Hampshire, Cummington, Massachusetts Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, p. 254, image 135 of 162. There was a marriage notice on July 26 (and 12) but they were married on that day, there is no doubt.

[196] Alison Bonaguro, “Why Younger Women Marry Older Men (It’s Not Always About Money),” Men’s Health, Jan. 13, 2016; Anna Petherick, “Men live longer when they marry younger spouses. Why don't women?,” The Guardian, Mar. 31, 2016; Flannery Dean, “The reality of dating a much younger man,” Chatelaine, Feb. 24, 2014; Roger Highfield, “Why men like to marry younger women,” The Telegraph, Dec. 5, 2007; Ian Sample, “Marrying a younger man increases a woman's mortality rate,” The Guardian, May 12, 2010; Jean Lawrence, “Older Woman/Younger Man Relationships,” WebMD, Accessed July 11, 2017; Victoria Wells, “Older women married to younger men die sooner: study,” National Post, May 13, 2010; Justin Lehmiller, “Older Women Who Marry Younger Men: They're Stigmatized, but Highly Satisfied,” June 14, 2017; Valeriya Safrnova, “Younger Men, Older Women: A Pairing Becomes More Common,” New York Times, May 5, 2017; Catherine Rampell, “On Whether Women Can (or Do) Marry Younger Men,” New York Times, Apr. 1, 2013.

[197] MHC Renaissance Survey Report: Plainfield, 1982, Massachusetts Historical Commission, scanned copy published sometime after 2000, p. 1

[198] Ibid, 2-4. Later they would have their own religious services.

[199] Ibid, 4-5, 7. Later, Route 116 would go through the town center.

[200] Ibid, 6, 8.

[201] Charles N. Dyer, History of the Town of Plainfield, Hampshire County, Mass, From Its Settlement to 1891 (Northampton, Mass: Press of Gazette Printing Co., 1891), 165-168. Dyer would also list the following Packards as residents of Plainfield at one time or another: David (p. 10, 42, 73), Wm H. (p. 13, 51, 86, 87, 127), Harold S. (p. 19, 65, 101), Noah (p. 19), Lieut John (p. 20, 22, 27, 28), Iram (p. 23, 66, 79), Harold S. (p. 24), H. Clark (p. 44, 53, 101), Minnie G. (p. 47), Cyrus W. Packard (p. 52, 101, 115, 177), Deacon John (p. 60), Barnabas II (p. 61, 165-166), Lucinda (p. 63), Eliza (p. 67), Philander (p. 73, 82), Phillip (p. 80), and Henry C. (p. 166).

[202] Find A Grave entry for Barnabas Packard II. The scanned records of Massachusetts births is hard to follow and look at online, so it cannot be used as a source. Some sources seem to say this is a she.

[203] As noted by Massachusetts Death Records, 1841-1915 (says she has a probate in 1868), and Massachusetts Town and Vital Records, 1620-1988. For the next sentence, see the 1850 and 1850 United States Federal Censuses.

[204] Massachusetts Town and Vital Records, 1620-1988, his Find A Grave entry, and the 1800 U.S. Federal Census.

[205] Gravestone of Ruby Packard.

[206] Gravestone of Norton Packard.

[207] Town Records 1762-1860, Hampshire, Cummington, Massachusetts Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001, p. 228-229, 287, images 122 and 151 of 162, courtesy of Family Search. The 1850 census lists the following in the Packard household: Norton Packard, farmer (age 47); Mary A. Packard (age 41); George W. Packard (age 21); Milena M. Packard (age 15), Manila Packard (age 13), and John K. Packard (age 10). See Massachusetts, Town and Vital Records, 1620-1988 for more information supporting what is said in this paragraph.

[208] Gravestone of Eunice Rowley; Barnabas Packard in entry for Norton Packard and Eunice Rowley, 26 Jun 1860; citing Pittsfield, Berkshire, Massachusetts, United States, Town clerks and local churches; FHL microfilm 1,902,438, Family Search; 1850 U.S. Federal Census for Richmond, Berkshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1860 U.S. Federal Census for Pittsfield, Berkshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1865 State Census of Massachusetts, Pittsfield, Berkshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1870 U.S. Federal Census for Pittsfield, Berkshire, Massachusetts, USA; Massachusetts, Marriage Records, 1840-1915.

[209] Massachusetts, Town and Vital Records, 1620-1988; Gravestone of Norton Packard.

[210] Gravestone of Milton E. Packard; Gravestone of Charlotte Parker, 1830 U.S. Federal Census for Hampshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1840 U.S. Federal Census for Hampshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1850 U.S. Federal Census for Hampshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1860 U.S. Federal Census for Hampshire, Massachusetts, USA; 1870 U.S. Federal Census for Hampshire, Massachusetts, USA; Massachusetts State Census of 1855, Hampshire, Massachusetts; Massachusetts State Census of 1865, Hampshire, Massachusetts; Milton Packard, Missouri, Wills and Probate Records, 1976-1988, about 1875. All are courtesy of Ancestry.com.

[211] Gravestone of Lyman Packard; Gravestone of Laura Packard; Gravestone of Lazone Packard; Gravestone of Franklin Luther Packard, all on Find A Grave.

[212] Clinton, Probate Court Records, Volume C-E, Missouri Probate Records, p. 473, image 485 of 1000; Clinton, Probates vol D-E, Missouri Probate Records, p. 65, 82, 105, 175, 288, 291, 369, 462, 603, 606, 609-610, 612, 619, 631, images 312, 315, 316, 320, 326, 368, 378, 389, 426, 486, 487, 538, 587, 660, 663 of 682.

[213] Massachusetts, Town and Vital Records, 1620-1988.

[214] Cummington, Hampshire, Massachusetts, First Census of the United States, 1790, National Archives, NARA M637, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 4, Page 131. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Easton, Bristol, Massachusetts, First Census of the United States, 1790, National Archives, NARA M637, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 4, Page 209. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Plainfield, Hampshire, Massachusetts, First Census of the United States, 1790, National Archives, NARA M637, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 4, Page 455. Courtesy of Ancestry.com.

[215] Cummington, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Second Census of the United States, 1800, National Archives, NARA M32, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 15, Page 880. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Easton, Bristol, Massachusetts, Second Census of the United States, 1800, National Archives, NARA M32, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 19, Page 635. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Easton, Bristol, Massachusetts, Third Census of the United States, 1810, National Archives, NARA M252, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 17, Page 459. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Cummington, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Third Census of the United States, 1810, National Archives, NARA M252, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 19, Page 262. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Plainfield, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Third Census of the United States, 1810, National Archives, NARA M252, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 19, Page 256. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Plainfield, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Fourth Census of the United States, 1820, National Archives, NARA M33, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 19, Page 256. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Easton, Bristol, Massachusetts, Fourth Census of the United States, 1820, National Archives, NARA M33, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll M33_47, Page 307. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Plainfield, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Fifth Census of the United States, 1830, National Archives, NARA M19, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 64, Page 419. Courtesy of Ancestry.com; Plainfield, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Sixth Census of the United States, 1840, National Archives, NARA M19, Records of the Bureau of the Census, Record Group 29, Roll 184, page 279, 281. Courtesy of Ancestry.com. These records are just a sampling of the many available.

Note: This was originally posted on July 27, 2018 on the main Packed with Packards WordPress blog (it can also be found on the Wayback Machine here). My research is still ongoing, so some conclusions in this piece may change in the future.

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delusions are fun sometimes. SMUT 17+ based on this

for @drewstrkeys

‘a little something for when ur alone.’

who knew those oddly ominous words from rafe would’ve brought you to this: laid in a guest bedroom late at night, surrounded by darkness with only the barely there light of your phone illuminating the bedroom.

you were on your back, one hand beneath the covers and the other holding your phone above your face. a few seconds ago, you clicked play on the video attachment and instantly reached over for one of your airpods.

because in the video, referenced as ‘a little something’, was your boyfriend, rafe cameron, jacking off to the thought of you.

“fuck, i miss you so much, baby.” his voice was low, hushed, and breathy. each syllable was punctuated by the wet slide of his hand around his cock.

just a minute ago, at the start of the video, the harsh sound of rafe spitting in his hand came through your phone speaker. and like pavlov’s dog, your legs spread and your hand found it’s way under your sleep shorts and to your already salivating cunt.

“wish you were here. your hand, your perfect pussy, your mouth.” rafe groaned from his own doing and you watched as his hips pushed up into his own hand.

you’d only been gone for a few days, and you hadn’t expected rafe to act like this in your absence. you knew the effect you had on your boyfriend, but never to this extent. your ego inflated as your fingers began to circle your clit.

rafe continued to groan as his hand pumped just a little bit faster around his dick. without much thought behind it, you matched your movements to his. your hand wrapped around your phone to turn the volume up, just so you could clearly hear the breaths that he took.

you jumped whenever rafe’s groans were silenced by the chime of your phone.

‘touch urself.’

it mentally pained you to do so, but you swiped down on the text, interrupting the video, to respond.

‘i am’ your phone shook as you typed.

rafe’s response came sooner than you expected.

‘good girl’

completely coincidental, rafe’s text came at a time whenever he murmured the same praise over the video. as if he knew you would be touching yourself, or as if he was imagining you getting him off. both scenarios made your legs spread.

“you’re so good for me, sweetheart. my good girl.” his breath was quickening. his large hand began to focus on his tip, his thumb running along the head, collecting the precum to slide it halfway down his shaft before coming back up.

there was a whine to his voice now, barely there, and you probably wouldn’t have heard it if your headphones weren’t lodged deep in your ear and the volume wasn’t all the way up. but you did hear it. you could barely control your own moans now, biting your lip to keep your sounds muffled while you stuffed your fingers into your cunt.

“you’re mine, right? i own that pussy, yeah?” you nodded, your eyes pinching shut for only a few milliseconds at a time as you attempted to avoid missing anything.

“and … fuck—“ rafe began to stutter a bit, a sign that he was close. he said your name, a soft plea, or maybe an admission of something you weren’t sure of yet. either way, the sound of the syllables against his tongue made that feeling find a home low in your belly.

“‘m close,” you’d never heard rafe sound this desperate before. but you’d also never seen him jerk off before. your eyes began to close as you reached your peak too, steadily approaching the top, anticipating the arrival and the fall after.

“im yours,” rafe said. your eyes opened, finding the way his hand sped up around his dick. “im yours, baby.” he repeated the two words like a mantra as he came around his hand, his voice cracking as he finished, a louder-than-expected groan punctuating the admission.

even as he came, he continued to pump, twisting his hand around to spread the white ropes.

the sight paired with your fingers stuffed inside of you brought you to your climax. your back arches, your eyes shut, and your mouth falls open with your breaths.

it takes you a second to come down, and once you do, you hear rafe making a kiss sound over the video before it ends. without much care, you wipe your hand clean on your shorts and roll over while you click out of the video and back into yours and rafe’s chat.

‘ur the best’

‘i know

pay me back tmrw’

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Rafe being bunny's bitch is so funny 🤭 big bad mean Rafe Cameron following his hyperfeminine carefree indifferent bunny.

Does pogue!bunny have sex with him?

mo its so funny like shes the mean one and hes constantly chasing after her because despite her indifference shes one of the few people who get him. ironically enough thats why shes indifferent he doesnt phase her

they fuck constantly actually, she initiates most of it and hes always just waiting for her to give him the okay to touch her because the only time hes in control is when they fuck. he used to try to bully her into fucking him like he did his other hoes but he quickly found out that wasnt gonna work.

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #pogue!bunny!reader

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Chapter II

The collector (1965)

Summary: Rafe Cameron is obsessed with y/n. Unable to make any normal contact, he decides to add her to his "collection" of pretty, preserved objects, in the hope that if he keeps her captive long enough, she will grow to love him.

REWRITTED: sorry for everyone who read it for the first time and saw "miranda" instead of "y/n", miranda is the name of the original girl in the book and movie, i automatically writted it!

It finally happened ten days later, as often happens with butterflies. What I mean is that sometimes we go to a place where we think we will find a rare specimen, and nothing happens, but some other time, when we are not looking, we see a wonderful specimen on a flower, right in front of our nose - offered with a spoon, as they say.

That night, I was outside the subway station, as usual, with the car hidden in a side street. The day had been pleasant and warm enough, but almost suddenly it had started to rain and thunder. I then saw her climb the steps of the station, without a cape or any other protection. She was only wearing a skirt and blouse. I went after her, knowing that it would be of no use, as I had no idea what she was doing. Then, suddenly, she turned onto a larger street and headed towards a cinema. Came in. I immediately understood what had happened. Y/n had called home saying that it was raining a lot and that she was going to a movie to give the rain time to pass.

I knew then that my moment had come, unless someone came to meet her. As soon as she entered, I asked the doorman what time the film ended. Within two hours. I took a serious risk, perhaps to give fate a chance to stop me. I went into a restaurant and had a copious dinner. I then went to get the car and put it in a place where I could watch the cinema. I didn't know what to expect, it was possible that a friend would come and pick her up. I felt as if I were going down a river full of jumps and rapids: maybe I would run into a rock or, on the other hand, maybe I would escape safely. Y/n left the cinema alone, exactly two hours later. The rain had stopped and it was getting dark. The sky was full of clouds. I saw her walking home. I put the car in motion and overtook her, stopping at a place where she would have to pass. It was the place where her street curved and joined another. On one side, there were only trees and bushes and, on the other, a huge house on a vast plot of land. I believe the house was abandoned. The rest of the path was all lit up. Only this portion of the street remained in the dark. It was the only place that suited me.

A minute passed. She must have been appearing, walking quickly, as was her wont. If the night had been clear, I don't know what she would have done. But this wind blowing through the trees helped me. I saw Y/n and I also saw that there was no other person in the entire street. She passed me. How curious...

— I'm sorry — I told her — Do you know anything about dogs?

Y/n stopped, very surprised. - Why? she asked.

“A horrible thing happened,” I replied. — I ran over a dog and I don't know what to do. He's not dead. I looked at the back of the car, with a worried expression.

—Oh! Poor animal — Y/n commented. She approached me to see the dog, just as I had expected.

— There's no blood — I told her — but the dog can't move.

Y/n was now near the back door of the car, and I took a step back as if to let her see. She bent down to peer into the underside of the car. I quickly looked across the street. I didn't see a single person and decided to take action. I held her with one arm and, with the other hand, I took the cotton pad soaked in chloroform from my pocket and pressed it tightly against her mouth and nose. Y/n was so surprised that she didn't even scream, although she struggled mightily, writhing to try and free herself.

She started coughing and losing strength. I looked around me: nobody. I prepared to run away if someone suddenly appeared. Suddenly, Y/n became motionless — inanimate — I had to support her so she wouldn't fall. Not without difficulty, I dragged her into the rear compartment of the car. I closed the doors and laid her on the cane. Y/n was mine, and I felt very excited, knowing that she had managed to carry out my plans without, after all, encountering any major problems. Then, now calmer, with methodical and well-studied gestures, I placed the gag in her mouth and, as planned, tied her to the bed with the straps she had bought for that purpose. When I concluded the work, I went to sit and vote. All of that hadn't taken more than a minute. I put the car in gear and drove slowly to a place I knew.

Once there, I stopped again, examining Y/n's inert body more closely. I tied her better, so that she could not scream or beat with her hands and feet, also taking care to check that there was no possibility of her hurting herself. She was still unconscious, but she was breathing, albeit somewhat hoarsely, as if she had a cold, and that reassured me. I turned off the main road as I had planned, and on a small, lonely side road, I stopped the car to examine it. I placed the flashlight at a point where it illuminated the entire interior of the car. She was awake. Her eyes were wide open, but they didn't look scared. They even had a proud expression, as if she had decided not to look scared, no matter what.

“Don't be afraid,” I told her. — I won't hurt you." Y/n continued to stare at me. I felt truly embarrassed, not knowing what was going on.

- Feel good? Want something? I asked my darling, although, of course, they were stupid questions. What I really wanted to ask was if she wanted to leave for a moment. Y/n started shaking her head, and I quickly realized that she was telling me that the gag was hurting her.

“I'm going to take off the gag,” I replied. — We're a long way from the city, and if you scream, no one will hear you. But if you don't behave well, I'll put the gag back on you, understand?"

Y/n nodded, and I removed the gag, as she promised. At the same moment, she turned to her side as far as the straps would allow and vomited. It was horrible. The smell of chloroform and vomit mixed together and made me feel immensely nauseous. Y/n said nothing, limiting herself to coughing. I lost my mind; I didn't know what to do. I suddenly felt that I needed to get home quickly and I put the gag over her mouth again. Y/n struggled. I heard her say in a hoarse, anguished tone:

“No. no!" It was terrible, but I forced myself to continue, because I knew deep down that the best thing would be to get home as quickly as possible. I started the car again and we left. We arrived home shortly after ten thirty. I put the car in the garage and looked around to make sure nothing had happened during my absence, even though I knew very well that nothing could have happened. But all precautions were few. I went down to the basement, carefully examining Y/n's room: it wasn't very stuffy, as I had left the door open to air it out. I had slept in it one night to see if it had enough air, and it did. I had left everything ready to make tea and toast. The small apartment looked very comfortable and even elegant.

Finally, the big moment had arrived. I went back to the garage and opened the back door of the car. Everything went according to my plans. I untied her and made her sit down. She kicked around for a while, and I had to warn her that if she didn't stay still, I would be forced to use the chloroform again (which I showed her), but that it wouldn't do her any harm if she remained still. That calmed her down. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the cellar without any difficulty. She was light like a feather, my little fairy. She struggled a little at the entrance to the room, however, there was nothing she could do to escape. I laid her on the bed. The work was done. Y/n's face looked weak, but there was no fear in her eyes. Strange. Y/n just looked at me, waiting for me to explain everything.

— This will be your room — I informed her. — Do as I tell you, and you will not come to any harm. It's not worth shouting. Your voice won't be heard outside, and in any case, there won't be anyone to hear you. I'll leave you alone now, you has biscuits and sandwiches here and, if you like, you can make tea or chocolate. I'll come visit you tomorrow morning."

I said, caressing her hair slightly. The hair i wanted to touch so badly, for so long... She was so beautiful. I felt my eyes watering, i couldn't believe i finally had her. But for tonight, she needs to figure some things out, and i'll give her time to do it.

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queer-book-character-tournament · 11 months

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Character, book, and author names under the cut

Harry Cameron- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Quinn Saint Nicholas- The Tarot Sequence by KD Edwards

Rooney Bach- Loveless by Alice Oseman

Shen Qingqiu- Scum Villain's Self-Saving System/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

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Zayn Malik Writing New Music for Animated Feature ’10 Lives,’ Will Duet With ‘Bridgerton’s’ Simone Ashley (EXCLUSIVE)

Zayn Malik is writing new music for upcoming animated feature “10 Lives” and is set to perform a duet with “Bridgerton” star Simone Ashley for the film, Variety can confirm.

Malik and Ashley also both star in the film, with the former One Direction singer playing tough-guy twins Cameron and Kirk while Ashley voices student Rose. Malik, who is currently working on his next studio album with Mercury Records, is also an executive music producer on “10 Lives,” overseeing the film’s musical creative direction.

Directed by Chris Jenkins (“Surf’s Up”), “10 Lives” tells the story of a pampered and selfish cat who takes his many lives for granted. After carelessly losing his ninth live he begs for a second chance — and an opportunity to prove he can learn from his mistakes. When his wish is finally granted, however, he learns that it comes with some caveats.

Also lending their voices to the film are Bill Nighy, Mo Gilligan, Sophie Okonedo, Dylan Llewellyn and Jeremy Swift.

“I always enjoy my time in the studio creating from my perspective,” said Malik. “While creating music for ’10 Lives,’ I was able to immerse myself in a narrative that I hadn’t dictated and able to bring the characters’ emotions into the music rather than my own. I really enjoyed writing specifically to bring them all to life. It’s a film that’s not only fun to watch but has a very beautiful sentiment for people of all ages. I hope people love it, and the music we created really connects and transports them deeper into the ’10 Lives’ world.”

Guy Collins and Sean Feeney produce for 10 Lives Prods. alongside Martin Metz and Adrian Politowski for Align, Yann Zenou for Quad, Valérie d’Auteuil and André Rouleau for Caramel Films and Louis-Philippe Vermette for the Happy Producers. Robyn Klein and Jeremy Ross cast the project while the animation was produced by L’Atelier Animation in Montreal.

“10 Lives,” which will screen for distributors at AFM, is a GFM Animation production; GFM is also handling international sales. WME Independent is repping domestic rights.

Casting directors and music supervisors Robyn Klein and Jeremy Ross said: “We always love bringing the worlds of film and music together and could not be more excited that we got to do this with Zayn on ‘10 Lives.’ A great film and a great song come from the same place. Combining his songwriting, acting and vocal skills, Zayn brought joy, emotion, and depth to the film while connecting and highlighting all of its important themes. This is Zayn at his absolute best.”

Malik is repped by Nicola Carson of Zen Kai Management and Taryn Zimmerman. Ashley is repped by Creative Artists Agency, Identity Agency Group, R&CPMK and Myman Greenspan Fox Rosenberg Mobasser Younger & Light.

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Heaven

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TW: Public sex. Language. Smut.

SUMMARY: Rafe makes a move on you, the pastor’s daughter…

WORD COUNT: 2200

*Requested*

Rafe smut based off the song heaven by Julia Michaels ?

Heaven

The devil didn't wear a pointy red horn on either side of his head, just as he wasn't a demonic entity with serpentine elements wrapped in crimson hued skin. No, the devil was beautiful. And he sat at the edge of the first pew every Sunday morning of your father's church with a focus as sinful as the thoughts behind them. Without a need of experience for yourself, you couldn't help but conjure what existed in his visions with the way his eyes would drink you in front afar. No matter your chosen ensemble, he would somehow make you feel as if you were accentuating your entire figure with the intent for such attention. And the thrill of this made your cheeks flush with anticipation for a day you knew would come when he would act on such visions. And that day would be today...

"This is Rafe Cameron, Ward's son. His father is trying to convince him to attend tonight's Bible Study...And I know if anybody can make him come, you can." The poor choice of words spoken innocently from your father's lips had been enough to cast Rafe's into a wicked smirk as your blush worsened.

You would be left alone with him as your father returned to the yard of the church to finalize goodbyes to those who remained for conversation after his service, while you remained inside to pick up the messes left behind by his followers.

"Here..." He explained while pinning you between his arms, muscles effortless in a flex, as he lowered onto his knees to retrieve a Bible that had been left discarded from one of the younger patrons. But as you would expect him to rise, he would take his fingers in a trace from your ankles and to a line over the backs of your calves, moving even higher, until he was at the hem of your skirt. You were too bewildered at just how brazen he was in order to correct him, while your fingers wrapped around the head of the pew.

"Just what kind of panties does a pastor's daughter wear?" He asked while he pulled your stockings from your hips, his fingers brushing the material beneath this during the descent, while he smirked.

"Of course. Fucking lace....Innocent. And I'd bet anything they're white, aren't they?" You hesitated before feeling his thumbs lift the skirt enough to view the precious sight allowed solely to him.

"And I'd also bet that it would take next to nothing to make you drip in them, wouldn’t it?" Your bottom lip became captive between your teeth as he would carry his fingers forward, a swipe over your clothed clit making you jolt as he chuckled behind you, the heat of his breath, a validation of his amusement.

"Just what would an innocent girl like you think about while touching yourself?" Your eyes shot open.

"Oh shit, you're probably so damn pure that you don't let yourself feel good, do you?" You would feel his fingers return between your folds, your hand quickly wrapping around his wrist as he rocked back and forth in slow movements.

"I wanna see this innocent little pussy drip for me..." In one swift motion, your panties were around your ankles and his breath was against your ass. A teasing bite to your inner thigh and you were positioned in a bend.

"You're-mo why would you shave unless you wanted this?" He asked in reference to the limited coverage of your sex.

"You might be good, but you're just dying to be bad, aren't you?" His breath was against your folds from behind, a replacement made of his fingers via his tongue as it ran stripes between you. He led your fingers to his hair, instructing you to pull silently, as he devoted you in this slow savor.

"Oh my gosh..." You moaned, your brain absent of everything but how this felt. The rush of being discovered. The newness of pleasure pulling your bent morals to twist and even dhatter to ehat you had allowed him to do to you.

"You're in a church, sweetheart, I'm sure the good lord wants to hear you call to him..." He teased, sacrilegious and lecherous as you moaned to appease him, all while he had returned to you eith a smirk.

"Rafe..." He paused.

"Feel good, baby?" Before you could even offer a nod, he would seemingly answer for you.

"Yeah, I know it does..drowning me back here..." He taunted as your fingers wrapped tighter as he returned for only a moment before turning you to face him. He had you pressed against the pew, one arm between yours and your hip, wrapped white-knuckled over its edge, as his foot would kick your stance apart wide enough to take his other hand to those folds. With his head cocked to the side, you watched him lift your slick before carrying his focus to you.

"You've gotta see how sweet you are...better than candy... " Before you could rationalize this, your lips parted for him as he slipped those wet digits within your mouth.

"Suck it for me, sweetheart...Eyes to me." You obliged as his lips parted I anticipation.

"Give me those fucking lips-" He demanded, taking you into him as your chest joined in a harsh crash that became mended by his kiss. Deep and passionate, he led his tongue to pull your lips wider before you moaned, the vibrations making him groan.

"Do you have any idea how fast I could make you come? How good it would feel to squirt for me on one of your daddy's pews?" His hand came to your cheek as he pulled a strand of hair back behind your ear, feigning kindness, before taking a chunk into a fist.

"But I want you on your knees for me...worshiping my cock..." You swallowed hard as he guided you onto your knees.

"Because I'm your God-I'm your new fucking religion..." You watched him dismantle his slacks until his cock sprung to view. Thick and red with anger, a tip adorned with beads of precum, you locked your lips at the thought.

"You ever do this before?" He asked while tracing his cock around your lips and you shook your head.

"Then I'll start slow..." You nodded as he pushed his way into your throat, an immediate retching making him smirk. Looking back up to him with teary eyes, he rolled his own.

"It's gonna take everything I have not to come. So you're gonna be quiet for me so I can focus on lasting...but if you stop for even a second before I say, I'll bend you over and tear into that perfect little ass and have you crying to any God who will listen..." You nodded as he continued to take himself over your tongue, endorsing you to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, before you wrapped a hand around his base and began in rhythm in contrast to the lack of experience you had. But you simply acted off of his motions.

"Have you seen my daughter?" Your father's voice made you pause as Rafe acted indifferent to the way he'd pulled your nose to his abdomen, silencing yourself in nothing but gags that would be silenced by his quick response.

"She said something about coming soon..." Your fingers ate into his thighs from your lack of oxygen as you screwed your eyes shut before he continued.

"Pastor?"

"Yes, Rafe?"

"I'm sure she is alright.. She is a really good girl, your daughter." Your father nodded, ignoring the oddity of his comment as Rafe's eyes fell down to you, "A really good fucking girl..." He teased.

"Yeah, you're good..you're..." He trailed off to the enthusiasm advancing to his benefit. He wrapped his grip tightened in your hair as he basked in everything about this moment.

"Unbutton your dress. Let me see those tits, baby..." You nodded as you released those ivory discs before revealing your bra, the same white of your panties.

"Anyone ever touch you here?" You nodded, his brow raised in curiosity as he didn't ask for details.

"I could make you come just by playing with them...I could without even touching you at all..."

You were suddenly taken to your feet, his hand at your breast, pulling down the bra to reveal your naked breast to him.

"Watch me." He ordered as he kept his eyes on you. Nipple taken between his teeth, your chest rose in unsteady breaths while you continued to devour you. The moans only deepened your need as you clenched your teeth while his fingers found your naked clit and your ass pushed hard against the edge of the pew. With a hand wrapped around his wrist, you pulled this grip tighter as he inserted one, then two fingers, before using his thumb on your clit.

"That's it...good girl...ride my hand for me...good fucking girl...look like an angel making all those 'fuck me' faces..." His hand was at your jaw, a harsh hold making your eyes train to him.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He asked upon curving his fingers inside of you.

"Yeah you fucking do...Needy little angel...." He scoffed, "Rather contradicting of a name for what you're letting me do, don'tcha think? Though it's fitting for how you looked on your knees...goddamn angelic..."

You moaned louder, his hand moving from your breast to your lips.

"You don't make a sound until I say...can't have anyone hearing those sweet little moans but me..." You nodded.

"Wanna come, angel?" You nodded.

"Keep using my hand then...take it how you need it..." He explained before your hips moved desperate in a roll as your second hand joined your first one.

"Oh fuck...you're close...you're fucking close to squirting, I can feel it...you wanna come? Hmmm? Wanna make me happy?" You nodded as he withdrew his hand.

"You only come on my cock...You wanna come-"

"Please...I'm..."

"Wet?" You nodded.

"I know baby...you are shining my shoes with your slick..." You looked down to validate his words.

"You'll let me take you right here?"

"Anywhere."

He groaned. "Turn around. Ass up. Look at me." You obeyed his order until he was behind you. One hand on the pew and the other on your hair, he held one leg at your hop and the other stretched for stability as he found your opening.

"You a virgin, angel?" You denied it, one former experience wearing your virtue.

"That's okay...you're gonna let me between those legs and baptize me, anyway, right?" You nodded.

"Good. I didn't want it to hurt." He was suddenly inside of you. The wood creaking beneath you as he belted shamelessly in the shape around you.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Rafe!" You berated as he ignored you as he quickened his paces.

"Pussy too tight, I'm not gonna last...so you're coming with me" His hand was between your legs, his fingers rubbing mercilessly.

"Please please please-"

"You can keep begging for forgiveness, angel, but God isn't gonna forgive either of us for this one..." Your eyes rolled as he kept these pounding thrusts in tempo until feeling you tremble to that first orgasm.

"You're SUCH a good girl...mmm...feel it?" He asked while flexing inside of you, your body jolting to each time.

"You do it back...clench around me...take that cum baby, you've earned it..."

"Ahhh..." You moaned into your own hand.

"Mmm..."

"Oh, angel... you're going to heaven with hips like this..." He explained while leading his fingers into your hips, "Making me wanna come-"

"Please Rafe..."

"You want it"

"Yes!"

"Then fuck me back, angel...take it...come and take it..." You did just that, his breath made sporadic with groans of your name until he bent over you in this final angle.

"You take it so fucking good for me...made for me, aren't you?" He asked into your shoulder at you nodded.

"Yeah, I know it...I fucking know it, baby...so deep, shit!"

"Rafe!" Your clit shook beneath him as he quickened inside of you until you both rode the edge with a climax possible by another swipe. But he held you by for a moment, empowered at how desperate and eager you were for him.

"Am I your God?"

"Yes..."

He grinned. "Good, angel...because you feel like fucking heaven-" As asphemous as it was, the rush of that orgasm, your first, had made you shake beneath him in disregard to the morality broken by his instigation and your allowance. But he would remain, still, his cock twitching as he took in your lingering clench as you came from your own high. He would withdraw only when he began to fall flaccid, helping you back to your feet. As he sat on the ledge, he would fix your disheveled clothing as you would then do the same to his hair.

"There you are..." Your father returned, ignorant to the innocence ripped from you seconds prior. The same innocence worn on Rafe's face and fingers, his concealed cock savoring that remaining cum.

"Will you come tonight, Rafe?"

"I plan to..." He then focused on you. "Do YOU want me to come?"

You nodded as he smirked, an unspoken agreement met by these words as you realized you had unintentionally made a deal with the devil…

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