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nadvs · 1 month

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both sinners (part two)

pairing drugdealer! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug use

summary as a stripper, you’re well aware that someone you know could walk into the club at any moment. when rafe is your newest customer, you’re actually glad to see a familiar face.

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When Rafe wakes up in his bed, bits and pieces of last night drift into his mind.

He remembers watching you on stage. And touching you while you danced on his lap. And going upstairs with you.

And at the end of it all, asking for your number. But he can’t place if you actually gave it to him.

When he finds your contact info in your phone, he’s relieved. He wants to replay last night. It felt like a dream. He texts you: when are u working next?

You eventually reply: lol you asked me this like ten times last night

Rafe: and whats the answer

You: friday

His lips twist in frustration. He can’t wait that long.

Rafe: are u coming to my party tonight

You: wasn’t planning on it

Rafe: well plan on it

You look down at your phone in amusement. You’d overheard the girls at work talking about this in the dressing room before. Some customers do this - they get infatuated by a stripper, by the fantasy of you being their plaything.

Unless the customer is a creep, going along with it is basically a guarantee of a steady flow of cash from them. The thing is, you don’t really have to play it up. You genuinely had fun with Rafe.

You tease him in your reply, texting: hmm fine i guess.

You’d been at Rafe’s house for parties a few times before, but every time, the vastness and luxury of his home nearly jolts you.

The place is swarming with partygoers, music loud and conversations louder. You’re with your group of close friends, some fellow dancers and some not, as you make your way through the crowded foyer.

When you spot Rafe sitting on a couch, counting and fanning out $20 dollar bills of what you’re sure is his drug money, you let your friends know you’ll find your way back to them.

When you approach him, you put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looks up, a smile spreading on his face as soon as he realizes it’s you.

“Do I owe you for the bump last night?” you ask him. He stops to think about it.

“Yeah, actually, you do.”

“No problem. I made a lot of cash last night,” you tease. Nearly half a thousand dollars solely from him, to be exact.

He takes your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. You giggle, placing an arm around his shoulders as he encircles you in his arms, the cash now a bundle in his fist.

He’s so damn possessive. And grabby.

“You’re not paying me back that way,” he murmurs to you. You smirk, looking down at his mouth.

Rafe is already getting hard. The feeling of you on his lap, your ass pressed against his thigh, your short dress, that smile… Fuck.

“Didn’t see that coming,” you say sarcastically.

He cradles your jaw to kiss you. He loves the feeling of claiming you in public like this. There’s something so fucking hot about being the one you’re choosing to be with when so many other men thirst over you.

“What the fuck took you so long to get here?” he rasps.

“Did we make an appointment?” you flirt. He grips your thigh hard, biting his bottom lip.

“Get up,” he says, shuffling beneath you. Excitement tingles through you as he stands and takes your hand to lead you through the groups of rowdy people.

On the way upstairs, a guy stops Rafe asking to buy a gram, but he only pats his shoulder and tells him he’ll find him later. You’re his priority right now.

His bedroom is massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the beach. You can only hear the waves and faint music and your own heartbeat as Rafe shuts the door, making sure to turn the light on.

He’s going to see all of you this time, with no dim club lighting shadowing any part of your body.

He immediately pushes up against you, his groin at your ass.

“Take it off,” he mutters. You’re used to undressing for men, but doing it for Rafe is ecstasy. You can’t wait to feel him inside of you.

You hike up your dress and pull it off to feel his hands on your bare skin immediately. He’s rough as he squeezes your tits and trails a hand down between your legs, pressing his fingers up against you.

“No stupid fucking rules here,” Rafe says.

“Not like you’d follow them.”

He smiles. You’re right. He’s been looking forward to fucking you how he wants you to. The handjob last night was mind-blowing, but he wants you entirely, to absolutely ravage you.

Arousal twists inside you as he rubs the tips of his fingers up and down over your panties.

“Bend over,” he orders. You obey, feeling his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you down. You put your hands on the plush rug.

Your legs are spread and your ass is in the air as he pulls your underwear down to your knees. His hands run over your bare cheeks, then spread you open.

Rafe exhales sharply. You’re fucking perfect. He lowers onto his knees and when you feel his tongue against your cunt, you tremor, almost losing strength in your legs.

“Don’t move,” he says against you. With your hands and feet on the floor, he starts to languidly lap at you. His tongue dips and glides, his breath hot against you with his fingers still digging into your flesh.

You’re dizzy. From the pleasure. From the way your body is bent over. From the ache you feel for him.

One of his hands slides off your ass, and within moments, you feel two of his fingers push into you.

“Shit,” he groans in a whisper. He starts to scissor his fingers, earning moans from you. “You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know if I’ll fit.”

From the way his cock felt in your hands last night, you’re not so sure, either.

“We’ll make you fit,” you say through shallow breaths. Rafe grins to himself. That was the best thing you could’ve said.

You feel him withdraw his fingers. The sound of him unzipping his pants makes you arch your back in anticipation. Big hands push your hips down to guide you onto your knees.

You bite your bottom lip, drunk on the feeling of his fascination with you. He’s going to take you right here on the floor; he couldn’t even wait another few extra seconds to get you on his bed.

Rafe strokes himself, hungrily looking down at your slick core. He pulls out the condom he was keeping in his back pocket specifically for this, opening the package and rolling it on.

You look back once you hear the crinkling of the wrapper.

“They make those in your size?” you purr, stroking his ego. At this point, you’re professionally trained in making men feel good about themselves, but right now, you’re genuinely complimenting him because you want to.

Rafe breathes a chuckle, his hand running up and down your back. He’s never had a girl flatter him like this. He’s not usually rendered speechless, but you have the power to do it to him.

He lines his tip up against you, his groin stiff, avidity consuming him. When he starts to push into you, he feels you tighten around him. He throws his head back with his mouth agape at the feeling of you squeezing him.

“Tell me to stop if I need to,” he says gruffly, slowly sinking in.

“Okay,” you breathe, his hands cupping your hips. The pressure is unreal as he gets deeper, and you feel your body tense.

“Wait,” you say, head hanging. You breathe in and out slowly, feeling his thumbs rubbing over your skin as he waits for you. After a few breaths, you’re ready.

“Okay,” you say. “Keep going.”

He continues to slowly dig into you and once he reaches in to the hilt, his hips against your ass, you wriggle to get used to him.

“Good?” he huffs.

“Yeah,” you say, rocking back. He smirks at the way you’re pushing against him. He pulls back, then drives back into you, pleasure filling him.

His pace quickens and soon he’s slamming into you, the sounds of your wet skin slapping together and your heavy breathing taking over the room.

Rafe feels nothing but pure euphoria as he fucks you, looking down at his cock disappearing into your perfect cunt. Your ass shakes with every thrust, reminding him of how you danced last night, of how he wants to keep coming to the club to watch the way you own the stage and writhe on that damn pole.

He cums in hard, long pulses, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that it hurts. Once he’s done, he watches the way your dripping cunt slowly wanes after being stretched out by him.

You turn to look at Rafe as he stands and pulls off the condom, his load pooled at the end of it. He is absolutely disheveled. His hair is a mess and sweat sheens his forehead.

“Get on the bed,” he says through heavy breaths.

You go to lie down on his plush sheets while he gets rid of the condom, and when he comes back, he lies on his front and immediately dips his head between your legs.

You arch your back and breathe out a sigh of surprise. He actually wants to make you cum, instead of only chasing his pleasure. You’re glad he’s not as selfish as his ego makes him out to be.

You dig your fingers into his soft hair as he runs his tongue up your middle. When he starts to flick it over your clit, he looks up to make eye contact with you.

The way your lips part and your brows furrow in pleasure is so fucking pretty to him.

You’re on fire as he licks and sucks, his hands resting on your inner thighs to keep your legs spread wide.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasps.

“Yeah?” you moan, feeling like you’re withering beneath him.

“I’m the only guy you’re seeing, right?” he says, hopeful, already angry at the mere idea of you fucking around with other men.

“Right,” you say. He nods and continues to work his mouth on you, his jaw getting sore, until an orgasm rolls through you.

When Rafe watches the way you tremble and hears the way you whimper, he decides he wants to make you cum whenever he gets a chance to simply so he can watch you do this.

As you come down from your peak, Rafe takes out his wallet and drops a few $100 bills on the bed beside you.

“You don’t have to pay me,” you impulsively say. Damn. It might be stupid to turn down any money he’s willing to give you.

“I want to,” Rafe says to your relief. Maybe you’ll get used to his money, he hopes. It’ll keep you around.

He looks down at your naked body with a satisfied grin. He always thought you were hot when he saw you at parties, but had he known fucking you would be like this, he would have made a move a long time ago.

Or he’d have gone into that strip club much sooner.

He waits for you to get dressed before you head downstairs together. He continues to party and sell coke, not letting you leave his sight.

The following Friday night, you sit in the club dressing room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup before your shift.

When you step out onto the stage, you can’t see the audience clearly, but you know Rafe is watching. He told you he would be.

Rafe sits near the back, sipping a drink, watching you in amazement. You’re in a flimsy, sheer pink dress. It’s hiding absolutely nothing. He can’t believe he gets to fuck you.

This is a new, conflicting sensation. He likes that so many men want you and only he gets the satisfaction of being inside you, but so many eyes on you makes him jealous at the same time, like these strangers even imaging fucking you is too much.

Maybe he can’t take this like he thought he could.

He watches you writhe and grind and twist on the pole, his dick hardening. He’s definitely fucking you after you clock out.

When you saunter off the stage towards a booth of older men, something ugly twists in his stomach.

This was inevitable. This is your job. You’re going to dance on other guys. Of course you are. But nothing he tells himself makes it better.

Rafe can’t look away, even though he should.

You smile at the stranger, your hands on his shoulders as you say something to him. He watches the man dip a bill into your bra strap.

Rafe takes another swig from his glass, the alcohol cold in his mouth.

When he sees the man reach to squeeze your chest and you swat him away, rage consumes him. He stands up quickly, still trying to somehow restrain himself, knowing you probably deal with this shit all the time.

But the man tries to grab you again.

And that’s fucking it.

Rafe rushes to the booth and grabs the motherfucker by the collar, his fist meeting his jaw hard.

(part three)

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inez-winchester-cameron · 4 months

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cw: dark!rafe x agegap!reader, ten year age gap (29 and 19), abuse lowkey, orgasm denial, degradation, no aftercare, daddy kink, misogyny

note: ngl im a sucker for a good age gap. added the abusive part in last minute. still taking regular or dark!rafe ideas :))

rafe never really grew out of his high school "phase". 10 years later he's still the same guy he used to be. loud, abrasive, angry, a frat boy. he still makes deals with barry and helps him sell his products.

you didn't even notice rafe wasn't your own age until you asked how old he was. him and topper still throw the same lavish parties and still invite all the kooks.

"hey sweetheart, can i get you a refill?" rafe asks with a sly smile, seeing your nearly empty cup.

"oh no i think i've had enough," you claim. you've always been a little bit of a good girl, always limiting yourself to one or two drinks and keeping the days you drink to a minimum. to this day, rafe makes sure you keep your alcohol content down in a sort of controlling way but in some fucked up way, you enjoy it.

rafe takes care of you almost as if he would a child, telling you what you can and cant do. if you can or cant eat something, and he goes as far to give you rules you need to follow and god forbid you break those rules, he'll have you over his knee (or if you really piss him off he'll slap you so hard your ears are ringing).

you'd be lying if you said rafe hasn't corrupted you. he has you tucked into his side as he deals drugs, has you trying all sorts of alcohol, and he has definitely corrupted you in the bedroom.

"remember how fucking innocent you used to be, whore?" rafe asked, holding your hips as he fills your tight pussy from behind, "had such a pretty virgin pussy and you let me ruin it..what a fucking slut."

"letting such an older guy fill your pussy..god imagine if your friends knew? youre such a fucking whore. them college guys cant fuck you as good as daddy can, huh?"

"r-rafe-! i-i " you whimper out, receiving a tug on your hair in response.

"what? spit out, slut."

"m gonna cum!"

rafe chuckles darkly and stops, laughing more when you whine. he pulls out, cumming on your ass, smearing it around a little.

"really thought daddy would let you cum? or fill you up? dirty whores dont deserve those things. try being a good girl again and maybe ill let you cum."

"but daddy-" you're cut off by a slap to the face. you whimper in pain.

"you know the rules. no whining. what daddy says goes, understood?"

you weakly nod, terrified.

"now clean yourself up and get me some dinner." rafe says, tucking himself away. he gives you a kiss on your cheek, a small show of affection before walking away. he leaves you shaking, scared, and wanting more.

#outerbanks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #obx #rafe cameron thirst #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe #dark!rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader

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cameronspecial · 3 months

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I Could Show You

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Spit Kink

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.3K

Summary: Y/N noticed something interesting during their Thrist Tweet Interview with Buzzfeed.

A/N: This is inspired by this interview. It will have a part two with smut.

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Y/N turns toward JD as he reads the next tweet. “The fact that I would let Rafe Cameron SPIT in my mouth shows that I should not be allowed to make my own life decisions,” JD says out loud, laughing as he does so. Her eyes flicker toward Drew and she watches as his bottom lip buries between his teeth. There is something in his eyes that kindles a fire between her legs. She rubs her thighs against each other to try to smother out the flame. Eventually, she has to face forward so that she can read the next tweet.

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JD and the girls decided that after the day of interviews, they wanted to go out to get something to eat. However, Y/N and Drew were too tired from the day so they were going to stay in the hotel for dinner. The car ride shared between the two was quiet as they tried to recuperate from the day. They finally found their voices when they were in the privacy of the elevator. “Soo…” Y/N begins. “Those thirst tweets were pretty thirsty.” Drew chuckles, “Yeah, I didn’t know people could be so creative with words.” Y/N nods and looks up at him with a smirk, “Me either. I also didn’t know that you could be so kinky.” The tone oozes with teasing and Drew’s eyes find hers. “What are you talking about?” he questions. Her teeth find her bottom lip, “I saw the way you reacted when JD read about spitting in the writer’s mouth. That turned you on.” He smirks as he recalls the event. He turns so he is facing her and takes a step forward. The tip of his shoes knocks against the side of hers. He leans down so that his mouth presses against the shell of her ear, “I saw the way you acted too. You were intrigued by it. If you give me the chance, I could show you you are just as kinky as I am.”

The elevator dings signalling that they are on their floor. The doors roll open and Drew exits the metal box as if nothing happened. As if he isn’t leaving his co-star behind with a burning within her that can only be satiated by him.

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @victory-in-the-llama @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover

#drew starkey #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey oneshot #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fic #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x female reader

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drewsandsebastianswife · 4 months

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There are literally so many amazing and incredible stories on here but these are some of my favorite ones out there. I am literally in love with all of these and the writers of these incredible stories.

Rafe Cameron:

•you’re losing me: https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/719053666095595520/youre-losing-me-rc - @runningfrom2am

•Favorite Girl: https://www.tumblr.com/hotchsstuff/716329959750352896/favorite-girl-rafe-cameron - @hotchsstuff

•Daddy’s Money: https://www.tumblr.com/simpforboys/711179785199599616/daddys-money - @simpforboys

•Let’s have a good time: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicmunsonwrites/724489956660215808/reader-gets-super-drunk-with-the-pogues-so-they - @cosmicmunsonwrites

Drew Starkey:

•“Petah…the horse is here”: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/733919510365700096/heyyy-lovely-iw-as-wondering-if-you-could-write - @r66dus

•The Puppy Interview: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/710183321911574528/the-puppy-interview - @r66dus

•The “Outer Banks” Cast Reads Thirst tweets: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/710806681295159296/omg-the-new-interview-of-reading-thirst-tweets-you - @r66dus

•He’s just Ken but he does it so well: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/734553710688174080/could-u-pls-do-drew-x-femreader-where-she-gets - @r66dus

Bucky Barnes:

•A Friend of Yours (series): https://www.tumblr.com/duuhrayliegh/657377608473919488/a-friend-of-yours - @duuhrayliegh

•Personal Pillow: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsbarnesblog/732081137629921280/personal-pillow - @mrsbarnesblog

•My Everything: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsbarnesblog/732264733481304064/my-everything - @mrsbarnesblog

Regulus Black:

•Second Son (series): https://www.tumblr.com/cherryslyce/712258161504108544/second-son-navigation - @cherryslyce

•Grudges: https://www.tumblr.com/petitemistletoe/720060966287638528/grudges - @petitemistletoe

•Grudges (part2): https://www.tumblr.com/petitemistletoe/721600346887208960/grudges-part-ii - @petitemistletoe

•to the moon and back: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/732308498806865920/to-the-moon-and-back - @lixzey

•Troublemakers: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsmikaelsxn/714984248955830272/troublemakers - @mrsmikaelsxn

• Monster Among Men: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/731884519292076032/monster-among-men - @lixzey

•My Cat in Disguise: https://www.tumblr.com/unabashednightmarepizza/724659775882821632/%F0%9D%91%80%F0%9D%91%A6-%F0%9D%90%B6%F0%9D%91%8E%F0%9D%91%A1-%F0%9D%90%BC%F0%9D%91%9B-%F0%9D%90%B7%F0%9D%91%96%F0%9D%91%A0%F0%9D%91%94%F0%9D%91%A2%F0%9D%91%96%F0%9D%91%A0%F0%9D%91%92 - @unabashednightmarepizza

•What side are you on?: https://www.tumblr.com/lustsickforyou/714730201963266048/what-side-are-you-on-sirius-black-x-reader - @lustsickforyou

•A snake and his little bird: https://www.tumblr.com/robynlilyblack/691307004956917760/a-snake-and-his-little-bird - @robynlilyblack

Timothée Chalamet:

•Letters (series): https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/728997852322430976/letters-one-day-timoth%C3%A9e-receives-a-package-from - @lixzey

•forever yours.: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/733344558600028160/forever-yours - @lixzey

•mine, forever mine: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/733503682243706880/mine-forever-mine - @lixzey

Remus Lupin:

•seven minutes to forever: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/735140166433488896/hey-maybe-you-could-write-remus-lupin-x-fem - @lixzey

•Jealous Remus: https://www.tumblr.com/xxhispieceofheavenxx/708728354571993088/can-i-pls-request-remus-being-jealous-and - @xxhispieceofheavenxx

•sour wolf: https://www.tumblr.com/shiftermia/728286378678484992/sour-wolf - @shiftermia

•when was the last time you slept?: https://www.tumblr.com/girasollake/726673918069473280/could-you-possibly-do-the-one-bed-trope-with - @girasollake

•You’re Losing Me (series): https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/718987676510978048/%F0%9D%98%A0%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B6%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%94%F0%9D%98%A6 - @astonishment

•At Arms Length: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/729767772079407104/%F0%9D%98%88%F0%9D%98%B5-%F0%9D%98%88%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%AE%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A9 - @astonishment

•professor, professor: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/732668122404978688/professor-professor - @lixzey

•”She’s My Wife”: https://www.tumblr.com/kquil/731747952363716608/remus-lupin-2359-shes-my-wife-sum-you - @kquil

I literally have to thank @astonishment for bringing me into the marauders fandom. I LOVE Harry Potter but Mal made me fall in love with James and Remus with her incredible writing!! I literally read all her works in less than a week🫢🫣😂

James Potter:

•Time Warp: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/693982145556955136/%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AE%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%9E%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%B1 - @astonishment

•Why Did She Say Yes?: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/697329877925380096/%F0%9D%96%B6%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%97%92-%F0%9D%96%A3%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%96%BD-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%97%92-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8C - @astonishment

•Darling, Dearest, Dead: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/698958021732204544/%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%B5-%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%A5 - @astonishment

•All Of The Benefits: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/708662967233822720/%F0%9D%96%A0%F0%9D%97%85%F0%9D%97%85-%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%BF-%F0%9D%96%B3%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A1%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%96%BF%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%97%8D%F0%9D%97%8C - @astonishment

•If I Kiss You, I’m Sorry: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/711289099349311488/%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%96%BF-%F0%9D%96%A8-%F0%9D%96%AA%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%97%8C%F0%9D%97%8C-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%8E-%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%97%86-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%92 - @astonishment

•Game Night: https://www.tumblr.com/thewriterghost/733238745843826688/game-night - @thewriterghost

•Rivals: https://www.tumblr.com/mastermindmiko/730404983676321792/rivals - @mastermindmiko

(TASM) Peter Parker:

•Stacked Against You: https://www.tumblr.com/delicate-dorothea/721251792081518592/stacked-against-you - @delicate-dorothea

•The Last Time: https://www.tumblr.com/delicate-dorothea/725983375860645888/the-last-time - @delicate-dorothea

•How You Get the Girl: https://www.tumblr.com/californ1asnow/721891388315320320/how-you-get-the-girl - @californ1asnow

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•cold nights (series): https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/737839190954409984/cold-nights-masterlist - @runningfrom2am

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rafesapologist · 10 months

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the set up — rafe cameron; part six

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: cussing, sexual themes, fluff kind of i guess

author's note: *cue false God by taylor swift*

Rafe had ended up stopping his car in a vacant parking lot somewhere near the Boneyard beach area. You recognized a couple streets on the drive there, but you were far too caught up in the tension that had been building in the car to be fully aware of your surroundings, except for when it came to the tall brooding figure that occupied the driver's seat beside you. You found yourself gawking at the way his veins in his hands became more prominent as he clutched the steering wheel, imagining to yourself if that's how his hand would look wrapped around other things.

The sight of Rafe with one hand on the wheel and the other ontop of your thigh was enough to make your mouth water and your thighs clench together. The gesture seemed to not go unnoticed by him either, assuming by that distinctive smug smirk suddenly forming across his face. You pressed your lips into a thin line and threw your head back against the seat while you groaned, forcing your eyes to shut in an attempt to distract yourself from the butterflies that were fluttering in the pit of your stomach that begged for his touch to go further.

"What's wrong princess?" Rafe inquired, acting as though he was oblivious to what feelings he was illiciting from you.

"Shut up." You grumbled with your eyes still closed, knowing that if you had opened them and made direct eye contact with the hedonistic boy that you'd be putty in his veined hands.

The beating in your chest only increased once you felt the car come to a halt and eventually shut off. Your eyes shot open as silence filled the air between you and Rafe, which soon became masked by a strong wave of hunger and ache, a feeling that itched from within both of you correspondingly. It was a mutual desire that need not any ounce of consultation.

"Get on top." Rafe muttered in an act of plea as he patted a spot on his lap, motioning you where he wanted you desperately. You complied without a word as you crawled over the center console and placed your knees on either sides of his hips, straddling him with an accompanied agony that begged to be treated in-between your legs.

You pressed your hips up against his firmly as you began to roll them against his lap with an unmeasurable appetency that only grew as your body made contact with his. Rafe took it upon himself to grab your hips forcibly and push you down harder onto the center of his lap, a subtle command for you to add more pressure to which you happily obliged.

Tension rose higher as you increased the pace at which you grinded against Rafe's lap, periodically causing a muffled groan to escape from his lips. The explicit sounds that erupted from the back of Rafe's throat warranted for you to go further and drive him mad in hopes that he would act on his desires. You took one of your hands that combed through his soft sandy-colored hair and trailed it down just below his belt, stopping once your fingertips met the growing bulge beneath his khaki shorts. You were aware that your actions prompted a response out of the thirsting boy once you felt as his velvety lips pressed against the skin of your neck, sucking at the sweet spot that made you feel miserably weak.

You had an inkling that Rafe was without a doubt a dominant individual, but you needed urgently to get him to tap into that side of him that you knew was deep down in there. You took the route that you felt was best by palming him above his shorts relentlessly, hoping that it would get him to crumble underneath you. Not much to your surprise, he grabbed the back of your neck in return and crashed his lips directly into yours as he groaned into your mouth. Your mind nearly went blank as the noises he was making rang through your ears, making you feel as though you were on cloud nine.

But surely you weren't finished with him yet, and you wanted more. Your aching desire took the best of you as you began to unbuckle Rafe's khakis unapologetically, just before sliding your hand beneath the fabric and coming in contact with the cotton of his boxers. You glided your hand up and down the outline of the briefs eagerly in hopes to get to what was beneath them. Satisfaction washed over you as you began to hear the pleasant sounds of Rafe whimpering softly as you made further contact with the swelling bulge in-between his lap. You smirked up against his lips while you continued with your antics, all while noticing the way that his grip on your hip became harsher.

Rafe's thumb slowly began to press harder into your hipbone in a degree that you were sure was going to leave a bruise, but by that point your arousal had taken over and any sense of pain soon turned into pleasure. You kept up with teasing the poor boy who was desperately fighting for dominance as his tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan in return. Just as heat continued rising, you found it impossible to keep up the teasing any longer. You brought your hand up to tug at the waistline of Rafe's boxers impatiently, only to realize he had suddenly grabbed a hold of your wrist and stopped you in your place.

"Not like this." Rafe breathed out, looking at you with solemnity.

"What?" You questioned in a partial whine, a puzzled look painted across your flushed face.

"As much as I want to right now, I can't."

"Why? Did I do something?" You implored in search for a deeper reasoning as to why he suddenly stopped you, especially in the midst of the affair that the two of you were so seemingly ready for just a few minutes prior.

"No. God, no." Rafe shook his head, a motion of him dissenting your foolish accusation, "It's not that. I just don't want to fuck you in the driver seat of my car in some random parking lot." He derisively chuckled.

By that point you were entirely dumbfounded. You remained propped up on his lap with a perplexed look spread over your features as he gazed up at you, awaiting your next reply.

"Is there something wrong with this parking lot or?" You blinked.

Rafe let out another dry snicker at your inanity, "No. I just don't want to treat this like you're just some chick I picked up at the Boneyard. I wanna treat you like you deserve." The blue-eyed Kook disclosed, sincerity laced in his voice. As he spoke you noticed that he had placed his hands back onto your thighs, only this time he was rubbing gently against your hot skin with the pads of his thumbs, causing your heart to flutter.

"What is this, exactly?" You replied.

"I want to get to know you, pretty girl. I've told you that before." Rafe affirmed, an amused smirk presenting itself across his lips. Typical.

"Soo, then what the hell was that all about that we just did?" You retorted due to his lack of ability to adress the situation that had just occurred moments prior.

"Just wanted to keep you on your toes." He shrugged.

"You've got to be kidding me."

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It was presumably around midnight when you had made it back to the Cameron's residence, although you weren't entirely sure because your phone had died hours ago and you felt too chary to ask for a charger anyways. You ended up agreeing to spend the night at Rafe's after he asked (basically pleaded) for you to stay, warning you about the fact that a tropical storm was predicted to occur throughout the night. His pleading case was the you needed to stay over at his house simply because John B's chateau wasn't 'stable enough' to withstand such weather.

But in reality you knew that it was just his desperate attempt to spend more time with you, which you found amusement in. Therefore you agreed, but not before you made sure that you told your friends that you'd see them the next day and not to worry, which was more so meant for JJ but nevertheless, you insisted that the should know you were safe before they came looking.

You found yourself gawking at the massive house in front of you once Rafe had parked in his driveway, taking in the sight of the tony white mansion and all of its glory. You swore to yourself that you had never seen a house so humongous in your life, at least, not in person. The unbelievable sight slowly brought you back to reality after a brief moment of fascination, a hard-hitting reminder of what social disposition you were given the misfortune of being put in. A second wave of reality hitting you once more when you also had realized you were sitting in the passenger seat with one of the most infamous Kooks on the islands. Rafe Cameron.

"I forgot you lived in a mansion." You blurted out rather laconically as you reached besides you to unbuckle your seatbelt.

"Just part of being a Kook." Rafe shrugged, his usual compacent attitude unveiling itself as it always seemed to.

You let out a snuffled laugh through your nose at his remark, finding that you were slowly starting to become unfazed by the boy's snarky comments. "I wouldn't know." You muttered.

Your eyes followed Rafe's towering stature as he exited the vehicle and made his way over to the passenger side door, taking you by surprise once it had hit you that he had actually come over to open the door for you. He flashed you a thin-lip smile while he stood before you with his hand reached out for you to grab.

"That's why I'm here to show you, angel." Your heart palpitated at his pet name for you, one you had been sure you couldn't get tired of hearing. Had it been coming from anyone else, you would have surely gagged at the term, but when it came out of Rafe's mouth it sounded so euphonious and sweet-sounding, like a coaxing tune that strummed lulling sounds into your ears.

Despite being partially caught up in a trance as you fawned over the way that Rafe appeared under the glow of the moonlight, an image you'd only find in your dreams, the illusion of a chimerical vision. Your stubborness and pride was far more important for you to uphold than anything, causing you to simply roll your eyes in return as you grabbed onto his large hand and hopped onto the ground below.

"Is Sarah home?" You asked quietly as you walked side-by-side with the tall Kook up to the front porch.

"No, I think she's staying with a friend or something tonight," Rafe stated as he fumbled with the doorknob briefly, "Why? Afraid she's gonna run back and tell Maybank that you spent the night with me?" He chuckled as he gestured for you to enter first.

"JJ is my friend," You scoffed, "he wouldn't get mad at me for staying here."

Rafe seemed to find humor in your statement, judging by the way that he responded with an awfully dry laugh while he shook his head. "I think the only person who believes that is you. I know for a fact that he'd wanna kick my ass for even thinking about touching you. Too bad I already did, though." He snickered.

"He's just protective over his friends, Rafe. That's how JJ is with everyone." You contested.

"C'mon y/n, you know that's bullshit."

"Why would it be?" You folded your arms in a defensive manner, stopping just before the staircase as you glared up at the dirty blond.

"Because he makes it so painfully obvious that he likes you, y/n. He follows you around the golf course like a lost puppy, and everytime I'm around you he's watching you like a hawk. I'm sure him showing up tonight wasn't a coincidence either, he probably couldn't stand the thought of you anywhere near me." Rafe chuckled deeply, noticeably beginning to back you up against the wall behind you menacingly.

"I just wonder what he'd think if he knew you were begging to be fucked by a Kook." Rafe teased, purring in your ear as his lips grazed the skin on your ear. A wave of goosebumps resurfaced throughout your body much like before, a familiar feeling burning at your core in response.

Before you could settle your untamed thoughts, Rafe had already began to head up the staircase, leaving you to follow behind. Without any hesitation you tread behind him quickly, trying to keep up with his fast pace as his long legs traveled much quicker than yours.

"You can have my bed tonight, I'll sleep on the futon."

"Why aren't you sleeping on the bed?" You questioned, wondering if he had something against sharing a bed with you.

"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable." He confessed as he scratched the back of his head, displaying a state of introversion you had yet to see from him before.

"I nearly just hooked up with you in the car and you think I'd be uncomfortable sharing a bed with you?" You contested, finding absurdity in his revelation.

"Yeah but- I don't know, I just didn't want to cross any boundaries." You noticed that Rafe's usually cold, tempermental demeanor had shifted into a coy, pusillanimous one. You found yourself in awe at the sight of this new side of him that had shown its existence, wishing that you had seen more of it before. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism for Rafe to be so sardonic and brood, but with the evidence that his walls were starting to come down, a softer side of him unravelling, you knew that you were on the right track to get what you wanted out of him. You were even closer to the information that you so desperately needed from him in order to protect your friends.

"Well, seeing how I'm asking you to lay with me, I think you're okay." You reassured, patting a spot next to you on the mattress as you plopped down onto the cushioned surface.

Rafe looked as though he was pondering for a moment, unsure if taking you up on your offer was the right thing to do. You watched as he seemed to battle with his own thoughts momentarily, before he evidently gave into your request anyway by climbing in besides you.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" He whispered as he turned to look at you intently, gesturing at his shirt. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him, nodding in reply as you ushered him to do as he asked. For a moment he paused before he continued, giving you one last look of weary before he finally removed the article of clothing and laid back against the bed.

You found yourself, once again, stuck in a trance at the sight of the boy in front of you. You laid in complete silence as you admired his tanned skin and the way that it adorned his sculpted figure, subsequently taking in the aroma of the musky cologne that exuded from his body. It didn't help the aching feeling in your lower abdomen when you watched how he laid on his back with his arm rested behind his head in order to prop it up, either. It felt as though everything he was doing in that moment was only igniting a rapid fire in the pit of your stomach that begged to be set out.

"Rafe?" You muttered quietly, breaking the prolonged silence that had been ongoing between you two.

"Yeah?" The jaded boy hummed with his eyes shut.

"Can I scoot closer to you? I'm afraid of storms." You murmured breathily, referring to the weather that was growingly increasingly more severe outside as you heard the wind pick up on the other side of the window. You listened as it howled hauntingly, causing trees to tap the glass all the while the sound of thunder erupted in the near distance, a warning of the tempest that was approaching soon.

"Yeah," Rafe yawned, stretching out his arm to allow you into his embrace, "I got you." He mumbled under his breath as you snuggled into his side. You took in the warmth of his body like a heated blanket that provided you a sense of security against the disturbance outside, which you were grateful for. Your previously tense body began to relax once you felt his muscular arm wrap around your shoulders as he brought you into him tighter, almost as though he was afraid you would run away if he had let go of you. However you didn't mind, mostly because you were willing to do anything to shield yourself from what was going on outside, even if that meant cuddling with none other than Rafe Cameron himself.

Despite your typical inability to rest, you found yourself become more and more somnolent under the cozy embrace of the blue-eyed Kook. The rumbling sounds outside slowly began to fade into the distance as your eyelids grew heavier by the minute, making it impossible to fight off sleep any longer as you began to doze off as you rested your head onto Rafe's bare chest. His sound presence only made it easier for you to fall into such a serene state, a shocking comfort that was unexpected for you.

Especially in the arms of Rafe Cameron.

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itneverendshere · 5 months

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you're burning - rafe cameron (one shot!series)

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader (fem!reader; criminal!reader)

word count: 1277

WARNINGS: sexual tension; asshole!rafe; enemies to coworkers??; mentions of sex; canon!rafe; two peas in a pod if you ask m; author note in the end :)

part ii

The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sand. The sea breeze carries the scent of salt and adventure, blending seamlessly with the whispers of secrets that echo through the narrow streets.

In the heart of it all, Rafe Cameron prowls like a restless predator, his ocean-blue eyes glinting with mayhem.

Rafe is a force to be reckoned with – reckless, impulsive, and fueled by a thirst for danger. He thrives on chaos, his reputation preceding him like a storm warning. The heir to the Cameron family legacy, Rafe is born into privilege, but he craves more than the silver spoils of his lineage. His ambitions reach beyond the manicured lawns of the estate; they stretch into the murky depths of the Outer Banks' underbelly.

He is no good, but you aren’t better.

A tempest of a woman with a spirit as wild as the untamed waves crashing against the shore. You carry your father’s legacy with pride.

A “no-good criminal pogue”.

Some would say you embody the spirit of the Outer Banks – unpredictable, rebellious, and unapologetically untamed.

It is no wonder you and Rafe Cameron clash like waves in a storm, egos colliding with a force that leaves destruction in its wake. The town witnesses your battles – verbal and physical – as they dance on the edge of destruction, neither willing to yield.

“I’d rather eat shit.”

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” Rafe all but grits out, jaw tense as he tries his best not to lash out, “Think about it.”

You eye him up and down. He can see the wheels in your head spinning.

“No.”

“Is this some crazy kink?” He looks at you, expectantly, “Denying me?”

His piercing blue always seems to know everything. Always demanding to be the center of your attention. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

You really don’t.

“I’m not helping you steal the fucking gold, Cameron,” You smirk, a devilish glint in your eyes, “Not in this lifetime, or the next.”

"You have a real problem, you know that?" He growls lowly, making your stomach flip, your pulse racing at the scent of his cologne when he stands so close to you.

It’s as if your bodies, despite the antagonism, yearn to bridge the gap, only to be restrained by the walls you’ve both built around yourselves. His eyes blaze with an intensity that could scorch the very ground you focus on.

"Yeah?” Your attitude falters for mere seconds as he presses his chest against yours, his warm breath fanning on your face. For all you know, he could be seconds away from strangling you, “What’s that, sweetheart?”

Suddenly, a subtle transformation occurs. The corners of his mouth twitch, and he tilts his head ever so slightly. With an almost imperceptible move, he brings the tip of his tongue to lightly poke at his cheek. It is a spontaneous, yet deliberate gesture, as if he is physically suppressing the words that threaten to spill forth.

“You’re a brat.”

Your gazes, though laced with disdain, hold a magnetic pull, an unspoken acknowledgment of an attraction that simmers beneath the surface.

“Oh no!” Your tone is condescending, “I guess that makes two of us.”

His smirk grows into a full-blown grin, “Only difference is I know how to keep my mouth shut in bed.”

“And how would you know that?” You sneer as you step back, wrapping your arms around yourself to fend off from his presence.

A subtle ripple of exasperation sweeps across his features, momentarily interrupting the canvas of attractiveness. The movement is graceful, accompanied by a languid blink, as if he is momentarily seeking refuge from your conversation.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

Your laughter, carefree and unrestrained, adds to the act, as if the memory of your shared night is nothing more than a fleeting thought, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Rafe's eyes narrow at your retort, a mix of frustration and amusement dancing in their depths. This is dangerous. You’re dangerous.

It’s hard to keep himself in check when he’s around you, but he promised Ward the gold, and right now, you’re his only hope. Even though he’s currently torn between kissing you or killing you.

“I'll give you credit,” Rafe says, a hint of admiration in his voice, “You sure know how to keep things interesting.”

Your response is a nonchalant shrug, but the sparks in your eyes tells him otherwise, “You want my help? Why don’t you beg for it? Oh, and while you’re at it, throw some of your daddy’s money in my bank account.”

Rafe's grin widens, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he steps closer. If he leans just a little more, he’d be kissing you right now.

"Beg? Sweetheart, you know I don't beg," He says, his voice low and teasing, "But I suppose I could entertain the idea for the sake of a good cause."

His words carry a dual meaning, and your eyes meet again in a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that underpin your connection.

"As for the money," Rafe adds, "How about a deal? Help me, and once we get our hands on that gold, you'll get a cut. Fair enough?"

Your expression remains guarded, but there's a flicker of consideration in your eyes. The offer hangs in the air, a tantalizing proposal that could change the course of your adversarial dance. The sun continues its descent, casting a shadow on the sandy canvas beneath your feet, as if mirroring the intricate dance of trust and deceit between you and the heir to the Cameron legacy.

“I don’t take scraps, Rafe.”

“Who said anything about scraps?” His voice is a low purr, an alluring undercurrent that weaves its way through the tension-laden air.

Rafe's proximity becomes almost unbearable, the warmth of his breath brushing against your cheek. The scent of his cologne is intoxicating, creating a sensory whirlwind that further blurs the lines between animosity and desire.

You stand your ground, unwavering, even as his chest presses against yours, again. The physical closeness is a silent challenge, a test of your resolve in this intricate dance of power. For a moment, it feels like the world around you fades, leaving only the palpable energy that crackles between you and Rafe.

"What's the catch, Cameron?" You retort, your voice a defiant counterpoint to the magnetic pull. Your arms remain crossed, a shield against the vulnerability that threatens to break through the façade you've carefully constructed.

Rafe's grin persists, undeterred by your resistance.

"No catch. Just a partnership of mutual benefit. You help me get the gold, and we both walk away with what we want."

His words hang in the air, a tempting proposition that dangles on the precipice of danger.

“I don’t trust you.” You admit, your tone unwavering.

His gaze intensifies, a glint of sincerity breaking through the façade.

"Who gives a fuck about trust? Now…Gold, that's something you can believe in."

A pause hangs in the air, pregnant with unspoken considerations.

The sea breeze carries with it the weight of possibilities, a delicate balance between betrayal and opportunity. The threat lingers in the air like an unspoken promise, and your words, delivered with a chilling calm, cut through the silence.

"If you fuck me over, it won't end well for you," Your tone slices through the air like a razor, "I know things that you or Ward wouldn't want the world to discover. Don’t play with fire, Rafe.”

His grin widens into a triumphant smile, "Fire's just another element, sweetheart. We're about to set the whole damn world ablaze."

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after 737218 years…im back😭 let me know if you like this little blurb🫣 i might write more, i was itching to write something with rafe and a pogue reader but also a justascrazyashim! reader.

not sure when i’ll update my rafe one shot fanfiction😳 im kinda stuck in the plot but im sure something will come up soon! anyway thank you for reading and for still hanging around my page and liking my work. even though im not really posting anything at the moment, i just like to check in and also read other people’s work.

byee!

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hydrngea · 1 year

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it’s nice to have a friend

a/n : it’s finally here! perfect pick part 2!!! sososososo sorry for the wait. irl stuff got in the way of me working on this. again. severely unedited. sorry 🫣

notes : fic can be read as a one shot or connected to perfect pick 2. part 3 tbd. this one is full of rafe fluff!

summary : maybe rafe was a little bit more than just ur best friends brother.

part one | series masterlist | masterlist

there was a period of time between your tenth birthday and your eleventh where you and rafe were actually friends. real friends. almost comparable to the way you and sarah were.

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for some reason sleep feels impossible tonight. even though sarah’s deep into her oblivion. even though her ceiling is darkened and even though the room is quiet save for the gentle ticking of the alarm clock on her nightstand.

you decide to blame it on thirst, pulling yourself out of your sleeping bag and carefully slipinhg out her bedroom while walking on the tips of your toes.

you’re familar with the layout of tannyhill. It’s practically been your second home ever since you were born. you’ve had hundreds of sleepovers with sarah and spent many holidays with the cameron’s; your families were just so close.

you make your way towards their kitchen and startle a little when you realize someone else is there,too. you still suck at reading manual clocks but you guess that it’s sometime after midnight.

“ah!” you yelp and the person turns around while agressivly shushing you.

“why are you screaming?” rafe whisper yells as he sets a pint of ice cream onto the island.

“you scared me.” you respond with a much quieter tone, looking down at your feet and avoiding eye contact.

you hear a snicker come from him, “are you wearing unicorn pajamas? aren’t you ten?”

you wrap your arms over your chest, insecurely covering up the horn of the large creature printed into your nightgown.

“isn’t it too late at night to be eating ice cream?” yoy quip back.

rafe gestures to the clock on the wall beside him. “isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“isn’t it past yours?”

you can faintly tell that he rolls his eyes at that, and he brings a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips.

“what flavor it that?” you question, approaching his spot behind the island.

his voice is muffled due to the ice scream still melting in his mouth, “didn’t you say it’s too late to be eating ice cream right now?”

“i’m just asking what flavor, rafe.”

he’s quiet for a moment before responding with a sigh. “chocolate.”

he tells you because he knows it’s your favorite. you’re a chocolate girl through and through- it was the flavor of your birthday cake at your party a couple of weeks ago, as it had been for all your previous birthdays before.

your eyes light up and his chest swells in a weird way he puts off as a delayed brain freeze. “can i have a bite?”

to your surprise he says yes, pulling out a spoon from the drawer besides him and handing it to you. he holds the pint close to you so you can take a scoop, and just when the metal of the utensil touches the cold desert he raises the container up so you can’t reach it.

he’s only a year older than you, but even the slight difference makes him a whole lot taller than you. you hop and chase him all around the kitchen in attempt to retrieve the ice cream and it makes you so angry that he’s having fun in your suffering; almost as much as it makes you feel like you’re gonna melt because he’s having fun. with you.

you let out a huff and stop your chasing, and he finally walks back towards you and let’s you have the pint.

You snatch it out of his grasp, making your way to the kitchen stools with him following closely behind you. he brings his spoon too, and you roll your eyes when he nudges you for some more of the ice cream. you tilt the container in your hands towards him and he digs into it once more.

The lopsided smile he sends you in response is enough to freeze your heart and melt any annoyance you felt towards him.

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you knuckles rap against his bedroom door. the same pattern as you’ve been doing for the past 4 months, sneaking out of sarah’s bright pink bedroom and into rafes contrasting blue.

he lets you in and you find solace ontop of his large gaming chair, having unofficially claimed it as your own. rafe let’s you take over it without complaint, lately opting to to settle beside the wall across from you instead of his own seat.

you get tossed a dvd case and you barely catch it. your eyes graze over the cover and take in the title. you let out a huff, “why do we always watch the movie you choose?”

rafe pauses for a split second before responding.

“but it’s the dark knight.”

you throw the case back at him, the plastic hitting his arm. “ouch.” rafe mutters, rubbing at the aggictated skin.

“this is a boy movie.”

he snorts. “i’m a boy.”

you cross your arms over your chest. “i’m not.”

it’s true, he always manages to convince you to watch what he picks out. but the dark knight is the best action movie ever. can’t you just let it slide one last time?

you glare at him and rafe relents, as he always does when it comes to you. he lets out a sigh and slides his box full of dvds towards you. “fine. find an alternative.”

it seems like you know exactly which movie you want to watch. you pull it out and feed it into the dvd player, grinning.

“we’re not watching it.”

“why? are you too scared, rafey?”

He scoots on the floor closer next to you. “No. Its just a stupid movie.”

You giggle, pulling his blanket off his bed and wrapping it around your torso. “You’re just a scary cat.” You shrug.

“am not.”

“are too.”

rafe sucks in a tense breath. he knows he can’t get out of this.

“turn it on?”

“are you sure you won’t pee your pants, rafey.”

he reaches forward and grabs the tv remote, clicking the play button.

(surprisingly, rafe proved you wrong. he did not pee his pants. even if there were multiple close calls. you guys made it to the movie without any accidents, somehow shuffled close together and sharing the same navy throw blanket; a comforting warmth shared between the two as he falls asleep with his cheek on your shoulder. his mother catches the two of you in the morning. snaps a picture with her phone without saying anything, and retreating back to her bedroom with a smile spread across her face)

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whenever you had sleepovers at the cameron’s, you’d always be the first one up. even if you were the last one asleep.

okay. you were the second one up, after mrs. cameron.

you had an unspoken sleepover routine. you’d usually be up by seven thirty, and there’d be pancake batter on the griddle for you starting at seven fifteen; always the first to enjoy a fresh stack of mrs.cameron’s signature blueberry pancakes.

you shut the door to sarah’s room, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled towards the kitchen.

“morning, mrs. cameron.” you greet while stifling a yawn. you blink a couple times, adjusting to the absurdly bright room.

it’s not mrs. cameron in the kitchen. instead, you’re met with rafe behind the island, again. pouring whole milk into a bowl of cereal.

“moms still asleep.” he says, words rough on the edges.

you don’t respond, opting to climb onto one of the island stools in silence. you watch his brow furrow as he making sure the perfect ratio of milk falls into his breakfast. the feature is similar to the way his mother forhead wrinkles while she meticulously pours a ladle full of bluberry batter onto the griddle.

“what cereal?” you mumble, shifting so your hands settle between the seat and your legs.

rafe tightens the cap of the milk, then shoved it back into the kitchen aid fridge. “pebbles.”

you open your mouth to ask about the flavor, but he responds before anything comes out.

“cocoa pebbles. you want some?”

you nod, begining to pull yourself off the stool so you can make yourself a bowl. but instead, he pushes his bowl towards you.

“have it. i’ll make another.” he offers with a tight lipped smile.

“thanks,” your heart stutters at the gesture. you take the spoon and swirl the cereal around so the milk can become chocolatey. you take a sip of it, enjoying the sweetness on your tongue.

he makes himself another bowl and brings it to the stool besides you.

“why are you up so early?” you question while he settles onto the seat and he shrugs.

“i guess i just wanted to see you before you left.”

the words almost make you choke on your cocoa puffs, the milk almost pouring out your nostrils. you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“you really wanted to be blessed with my obnoxious presence this early in the morning?”

“i don’t think you’re obnoxious, y/n.” rafe confesses, voice quiet as if he wanted you to be the only one to hear.

suddenly, it felt like the necklace which laid under your pajamas was burning a hole on your neck. you pull it out and start playing with its pendent in between your thumb and your index finger.

“i don’t think you’re obnoxious either.” you say, because you don’t know what else would be right to say in the moment. he looks expectantly at you with a soft gaze, eyes flickering from your own iris’s to the silver chain you’ve exposed. his lips curve into a smile which mirrors your own.

“yeah?”

“yea.” you confirm, tilting your head towards him with a brightening smile before looking back down at your bowl of now soggy cereal.

“yeah.” he breathes again, bringing his spoon up to his lips to take a bite of his breakfast.

you two remain smiling, even after you’ve departed from tannyhill.

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