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INTRODUCING.. DOLL!READER ₊˚⊹♡

kildare's-it girl. kook. pinterest addict. 90s rom-coms. dior. seductive. iced lattes. high heels. brat. paired with fiancé!rafe.

DOLL!READER who is overly feminine, loves dressing up and making herself look and feel pretty. she has a pure heart and loves with everything she has *sigh* a lover girl through and through. but if u do her wrong..oh boy, you're in for a ride. doll is effortlessly stunning, the kind of girl who turns heads the moment she walks into a room. she’s always accessorized, from statement jewelry to designer handbags, and she never steps out without looking camera-ready.

DOLL!READER who has rafe wrapped around her finger. she just has to look at him and he's already on his knees, she got that man whipped and ready to risk it all. but just as much as rafe adores her, she adores him. he’ll step in when people cross a line, pull her back when she pushes too far, and ground her in every aspect. and she needs that. even if she pretends she doesn’t. they can be toxic sometimes, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how much of a menace she’s being, rafe still looks at his future wife like she hung the damn stars.

DOLL!READER who is very talkative and a total social butterfly. sometimes rafe gets jealous and doll finds it hella attractive, so she purposely talks to random guys just to rile him up. she is bold, unapologetic, and fierce. doll owns a doberman named 'goose', taking him everywhere she goes, to scare away all the pervy boys who try to hit on her. she's besties with sofia and they've known each other forever, sharing experiences like their first love, first hangover, first heartbreak..the list goes on.

DOLL!READER who has a little brother named alexander. he’s the quiet, curious kid with messy hair and a severe dinosaur obsession. doll might tease him and call him “little gremlin” a lot, but she’s the first to drop everything when he’s sick, build him a fort taller than herself, or threaten someone in his class for “being shady” over a crayon. however, nothing beats playing superheroes with rafe. alex is literally obsessed with him (like borderline stalker-vibes) and always asks rafe to play, which sometimes makes doll feel neglected when they play for hours.

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader wants to take control during sex with fiancé!rafe

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader is tired of ruthie's shit and calls her out for it

𝜗𝜚 fiancé!rafe buzzes his hair off and doll!reader can't seem get enough of him

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader pulling a prank on fiancé!rafe but he’s not having it

𝜗𝜚 fiancé!rafe shutting up doll!reader when she’s yapping too much

𝜗𝜚 texts between doll!reader and fiancé!rafe

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader introducing fiancé!rafe to her doberman

𝜗𝜚 fiancé!rafe’s reaction to doll!reader not shaving

𝜗𝜚 fiancé!rafe’s reaction to doll!reader turning him down

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader and fiancé!rafe having a pregnancy scare

𝜗𝜚 doll!reader sharing her lipbalm with fiancé!rafe

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INTRODUCING.. SUGAR!READER ₊˚⊹♡

diva. french tips. espresso martinis. girl blogger. sunbathing. dog mom. chai lattes. ethereal beauty. paired with boxer!rafe

SUGAR!READER who is that girl. she’s all about lip gloss, sweet perfume, and gives off major main character energy. the kind of girl who shows up with the perfect blow out, outfit a 10/10, and not a single detail out of place. she works in marketing for a popular makeup brand in nyc and knows exactly how to sell a product and herself. she’s a little bit of a diva, but the kind that smoothly gets away with it. if sugar wants something, she’s getting it. period. no one dares to stand in her way.

SUGAR!READER who’s a real business woman, but she’s also obsessed with the girly side of life. spa nights, cute bars with her girls, matching sets, facials, or getting mani and pedis. you can always catch her at a 6am pilates class, even on sundays. sugar also loves going on hot girl walks with her little puppy “peanut”. her love languages include gift giving and words of affirmation. she’s the type to send her girls a little venmo for coffee just because she’s thinking of them.

SUGAR!READER who’s got a pretty big following from years of girl blogging, posting grwm’s, try-on hauls, and hot takes on skincare. her content is aesthetic, but also real. she’s the internet’s big sister who knows where to get the best vanilla-scented body butter and how to get over a situationship. she’s also deeply obsessed with celebrity gossip and reality tv. especially the kardashians, love island and too hot to handle.

SUGAR!READER and rafe who met in college. while she clocked him as just another gym guy, he was hooked from the start, fighting for every ounce of her attention and not letting anyone get in his way, and finally making sugar his girl. once they got together, that was it. they were locked in. after graduation sugar built her dream in the beauty world and rafe went all in on becoming a pro boxer, but things started to fall apart between them. until one night, exactly one year after their break up..

୭ coming soon…

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from Franz Kafka's "Letters to Felice"

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reconnecting with boxer!rafe after his final match

cw: fluffy angst, exes to lovers, regrets, lots of comfort, rekindling

you weren’t even sure when your legs carried you out of the stands. maybe it was right after the belt was handed to him. maybe it was after the camera flashes. or maybe it was the second he looked up and saw you in a way that cracked something open inside the both of you.

you were trying to leave. really, you were. this was supposed to be the end of a chapter. your quiet goodbye. your own kind of closure. but your feet wouldn’t move.

you found a quiet wall near the back hallway, leaning against it, arms crossed like it would keep your chest from splitting open. your throat felt raw from yelling, and your heart was a mess of memories.

the place was slowly emptying out. the once screaming fans were now heading home, buzzed off adrenaline and beer, talking about the fight and all the punches that were thrown.

you just needed a second. to breathe. to figure out if this was closure or something else. and then you heard footsteps. fast ones. then the sound of someone skidding slightly to a stop. you looked up.

rafe.

his chest was heaving like he’d just run through every hallway in the place. hair damp. still in his fight gear. knuckles tightly wrapped and belt thrown over one shoulder, like he forgot it was even there.

his eyes found you like he knew where you’d be. like his heart had dragged him there without thinking. he stared at you for a second. maybe two. and then..

“you really came,” he breathed out the words that had been sitting in his lungs since he saw you in the crowd. he couldn’t believe it. part of him had almost convinced himself you were a dream he imagined.

your throat burned. but you nodded. “i promised you i would.” he flinched, just barely. that memory hit him like a gut-punch.

because you had promised. back when things were still soft between you. when you were lying on his couch after one of his early matches, his cheek bruised, your fingers in his hair. you told him you didn’t care where life took you both, you’d always support him.

he remembered. god, of course he did. and now here you were, still holding that promise when you didn’t have to. after everything. after the mess. and after the silence.

his voice cracked. “you remembered.” you gave a tiny shrug, eyes flicking to the floor. “i meant it. i always did.” his heart ached.

dammit, he didn’t even know how to stand still. every part of him wanted to reach for you, to say the right thing, to fix everything all at once, but he didn’t want to scare you off. didn’t want to shatter this fragile thing between you with too much, too soon.

“i looked for you,” he said. “after. the second it ended, i—i just needed to know if it was really you.” you nodded once, not daring to say anything just yet, scared to spill too much if you did.

he took a careful step closer, and even that one step made your lungs tighten. not out of fear, but just from the weight of him. the presence of him. familiar and still carved into your bones after all this time.

“i’m headed to the after-party,” he said. “bunch of sponsors and the team… they’re probably waiting already.” you nodded slowly, trying not to let the ache show.

“you should go,” you murmured. “you earned it.” he studied you. like he was trying to read everything you weren’t saying. “or you could come with me.” your head lifted at his words.

“or…” he exhaled, voice strained. “i don’t have to go. if you don’t want to. we can leave right now. i’ll call it off. all of it.” your heart thudded. you wanted to say something, anything, but it felt like everything in your chest was tangled up.

because it was hitting you all at once. how much time had passed, how much love was still between you two, how much you missed being around someone who looked at you like that.

he wasn’t asking you to fix anything. wasn’t pressing for answers. he just wanted to be wherever you were. even if that meant walking away from the spotlight he fought so fucking hard for.

you shook your head, not in a no, but like you were trying to clear it. “rafe, i don’t even know what all of this means. what we are.” he nodded. “me either. not fully.”

he took another step. your arms dropped. and this time, he didn’t ask, he just reached out and took your hand gently, curling his fingers around yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

his voice dropped to something barely audible. “but i know that when i saw you in that crowd… i felt like i could breathe again.” your breath caught, chest tightening.

“i was in that ring thinking about strategies and footwork and how bad my ribs hurt. but then i saw you in that crowd…suddenly none of it mattered. all i wanted was to get to you.”

your eyes met his, glossy with the weight of it all. you swallowed. hard. and without thinking, you whispered, “i’m so proud of you.” his eyes flickered, softening. “i’m proud of you.” rafe whispered back.

for what, you didn’t really know. maybe just for being there. for still being you, or for showing up even after everything.

you still weren’t sure where this was going. or what it meant. but when his lips pressed themselves against your knuckles, so soft and familiar, you let yourself lean just a little closer. and you didn’t feel scared.

just… weirdly safe. weirdly home.

tags: @ribbonbiter @soangelbaby @bradshawed @sugaredbambi @rotapathetic @rafessecret @inspiredangel @et6rnalsun @st8rkey @acklesangel @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @deansbeer @littlelamy @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @st6ined

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( cozy!reader & rafe ) playing board games by the fire . . .

"god, you are such a cheater" rafe mumbles when he lands on your property in monopoly.

if there was one thing to know about your boyfriend, it was that he's the biggest sore loser in the world.

he wasn't particularly the most gracious winner either, so it made playing games with him very difficult.

you put your hands over your mouth, trying your very best to stifle the giggles that were bubbling in your throat, "this is because you chose to be the dog, i think"

rafe playfully narrows his eyes but decided not to respond to your comment.

"are you cold, love'?" rafe asks, reaching towards a blanket before you've even had the chance to answer.

when you lightly nod, he grabs the patchwork blanket from the couch and drapes it across your shoulders.

"m' getting more wood for the fire, so no cheating while i'm gone, hmm?" he tuts, as if it was actually your fault that he was losing.

you smile to yourself, shaking your head at his silly antics.

times like these were you favorite. sitting with rafe, playing dumb games and laughing just for the sake of it.

your eyes wander to the game board and rafe's small stack of money that was quickly dwindling.

smiling to yourself, you grabbed a pile of his fake currency and hid it under under the sofa, wanting to irritate him for no reason.

you sat up straight as he strolled back into the room with a stack of logs for the fire in his arms, trying your hardest to appear more innocent than you actually are.

he threw the wood into the fire and you sighed contently at the warmth that wafted over you.

you pulled the blanket from around your shoulders and put it over the both of you when he took his place once again.

rafe reaches toward the game board but he stops halfway, looking at you with an eyebrow raised, an accusatory stare on his face.

"see, you are a cheater. where's my money sweetheart?" he asks, a smile evident in his tone.

sighing loudly you pulled the fake currency from under the couch and put it in his waiting palm.

"hmphfff i'm not a cheater" you fake pouted.

rafe leans in and gave you a kiss on your nose, "nah, you're just too good at the game aren't ya?"

nodding, you pushed everything off the table so the game got messed up

"we're both winners now" you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely as your mouth found his.

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SARAH CAMERON ₊˚⊹♡ ONE SHOTS

bsf!sarah teaching you how to squirt

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JJ MAYBANK ₊˚⊹♡ ONE SHOTS

giving pogue!jj head in the back of your car

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RAFE CAMERON ₊˚⊹♡ SERIES

blessing in disguise — ex!bf!rafe x lovely!kook!reader old blog

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RAFE CAMERON ₊˚⊹♡ DRABBLES + PROMPTS

bf!rafe seeing your curls for the first time

stepbro!rafe taking your virginity

teasing stepbro!rafe until he snaps

surprise pregnancy with bf!rafe

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RAFE CAMERON ₊˚⊹♡ ONE SHOTS

obsessive ex!brafe sneaking into ur house

frat!rafe eating you out for the first time

asking bsf!rafe to take your virginity

lust w/ rafe cameron

you are stalker!rafe's new obsession

ending your situationship with fwb!rafe

confronting exbf!rafe at a beach party

bf!rafe is obsessed with your stretch marks

stepbro!rafe sneaking into the hot tub with you

soft and sleepy middle of the night sex with bf!rafe

pulling off fwb!rafe's condom during sex

showing up to your ex boyfriend boxer!rafe's final match

reconnecting with ex boyfriend boxer!rafe after his final match

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How would older Rafe react to cherubreader’s mental breakdown because she feels like he only loves her because of her youth& that he will stop loving her when she becomes older?

a/n: love love love when u guys ask about my !readers <3

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cherub!reader feeling insecure and thinking that older!rafe only loves her because of her youth

cherub!reader mlist

cw: based on this ask (HERE), angsty fluff, insecurities, mentions of age gaps, doubts, manipulation, mistrust, comfort

you sat curled on the corner of rafe's couch, knees tucked to your chest, and arms wrapped so tightly around your legs, trying everything to hide and disappear into yourself.

rafe had been in the kitchen, distracted and doing something on his phone. he hadn't noticed the silence until he realized you hadn't said a word in ten whole minutes. when he turned, your expression was blank, lips trembling slightly.

"y/n?" he said, brows furrowing. "ya' doin' okay?" you didn't answer right away. your gaze was far off, looking into the distance of his apartment. when you finally spoke, your voice was a hushed whisper.

"do you only love me because i'm young?" that pulled rafe’s attention. "what?" he asked, almost laughing at the ridiculousness. you blinked, but the tears were already welling. "i just—i was thinking... i won't look like this forever. and maybe you'll get tired of me. find someone else."

your voice cracked on the last part, and you pressed your hand over your mouth, now feeling embarrassed to have even said it out loud. rafe stood still, a strange knot twisting in his stomach.

it wasn't guilt, no, but something very close to that. maybe a little disappointment? just then a flash of annoyance flickered behind his eyes, but he smothered it fast. he couldn't afford to let you see that.

he crossed the room and knelt in front of you. "look at me." he said, soft but firm. so you did, eyes wide and glistening. "you think you're here with me because of how old you are?" he asked, voice low, gentle.

"you think i'd waste my time if i didn't actually care about you?" you bit your lip, trying to stop it from quivering. "i don't know. i just... it's always there in the back of my head. like i'm gonna mess this up or change or just not be enough anymore."

rafe let out a slow breath and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "sweetie," he murmured, "you're the only person who sees me like i'm not already messed up beyond fixing. ya' calm me down. ya' make things make sense. that's not something i can find just anywhere."

your shoulders dropped just a little, some of the weight lifting. "you're not just some pretty face to me. you're mine," he said, pulling you gently into his arms. "ya' don't make me feel like a complete fuck-up."

you clung to his shirt, still shaking, but less now. "and i don't care how old you get. you'll always be the one who got under my skin," he added with a whisper against your hair. "that shit doesn't fade."

he held you like that for a while, letting the silence fill back in, and leaving pure comfort instead. you closed your eyes, letting yourself believe him. you wanted to believe him. needed to.

and rafe? he stared at the far wall, jaw tense. he wasn't used to being questioned. but he'd said what you needed to hear. because keeping you close, keeping you his, that was the one thing he knew how to do.

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Hi angel!! I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your writing and your whole account! Seriously, it’s one of my favorites. I’ve been thinking, have you ever considered writing for pope? I’d love to see your take on him, I’m sure it would be incredible!

ahh this is so sweet 🥹🥹 i really appreciate that !! && id love to write for pope if there are requests. if u want me to write something in particular then please let me know <3 mwah

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giving pogue!jj head in the back of your car

cw: smut, oral (m. receiving), handjob, cum swallowing, explicit language, kook!reader, rafe’s!ex!reader

your back hit the trunk of the tree, digging into your shoulder blades as jj pressed into you, one hand placed above your head, the other at your hip. his mouth found yours in the dark again, hot and urgent, like he hadn’t kissed you in years, even though it had only been seconds.

“you’re not supposed to want this,” you whispered against his lips, teasing. jj chuckled, low and rough, his nose brushing yours. “since when do i care what i’m supposed to want?”

you bit your lip, eyes locked on his blue ones. that was typical jj, reckless, mouthy, never followed a rule in his life before. and that’s what you liked about him. way too much.

“you’re a walking bad idea, jay” you murmured, your hand slipping under the edge of his shirt. his smile turned dangerous then. “and you’ve been staring at this bad idea for months, baby.”

your cheeks grew hot, but you didn’t deny it. because it was true. you were kook royalty, glitter on your collarbones, and yet something mischievous behind every flirtatious smile.

people expected you to end up with someone like rafe, not the wild, golden-haired boy who’s father was an alcoholic and who started fist fights at the beach. but jj had this pull, this particular heat, that made everything else feel boring.

he leaned in, lips brushing your jaw, his voice a whisper. “you’ve got no idea, how long i’ve wanted this.” your fingers fisted in his shirt, music from the party buzzing in the background. “then stop holding back.”

“been thinking about you for months, y/n. you smile at me like that again, i swear—” you cut him off with another messy kiss. his hand slid along your thigh, just under the hem of your dress, and your breath hitched.

just then—

“y/n?” someone called out. loud and already too close. jj froze and you stiffened. “that’s fucking topper.” jj tilted his head, listening. the sound of crunching sand and footsteps growing closer. “shit,” you hissed, already pulling back.

then tooper called out again, like some annoying security guard. “saw you duck over here, rafe’s not around, you know?” jj’s expression went from cautious to confused. “he’s still trying to babysit you?”

“he’s a loyal bitch to rafe. but i’m not his problem anymore,” you muttered, grabbing the blonde’s hand. “come on.” you dragged him out from the trees, staying low and laughing quietly as you both bolted past a stack of coolers, and towards the parking lot.

the door of your car slammed shut behind you. your back hit the backseat, chest rising and falling like you couldn’t catch your breath. jj’s hand was still in yours, both of you wide-eyed, high off the rush of nearly getting caught.

“that was fucking close,” you whispered, grinning, your cheeks burning up from the run. jj was leaning over you then, chest against yours, breath fanning across your plump lips. “topper’s really got the worst timing,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked.

“he desperately needs to get laid,” you said, rolling your eyes, but your voice dropped soft at the end, eyes flicking to his mouth. “i don’t belong to anyone anymore.”

“no,” jj said, jaw clenched, staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered. “you don’t.” and then he kissed you again. hard.

it was weeks of tension exploding between you, mouths colliding, hands fumbling, teeth scraping lips. his fingers slid into your hair, tugging gently, making you sigh into his mouth.

you hooked your legs around his waist without thinking, dragging him into the space between your thighs. his hips immediately rolled down, grinding against your center, and you both groaned, already losing every ounce of control.

“fuck,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours, grinding against you again, slower now. “you’re driving me insane.” you could feel how hard he was through his cargos, pressing right against your soaked panties, dress bunched up around your hips.

“good,” you whispered, moaning softly when he did it again. his hand slid under your dress, fingers exploring every inch of bare thigh, teasing you just enough to make you squirm. you rutted up against him, both of you dry humping like you couldn’t help yourselves, gasping every time you lined up just right.

jj’s mouth was on your neck, sucking a bruise just below your ear, one hand gripping the back of the seat, the other sliding under your panties, cupping you over the thin fabric.

“you’re soaked, mama” he said, voice wrecked. you whimpered, biting your bottom lip, grinding harder against his cock, trapped tight in his shorts. he groaned, deep and breathy, and dropped his head to your shoulder, shuddering as your hips rolled up to meet him again.

“y/n,” he panted, “i’m gonna fuckin’ lose it if you keep doing that.” you pulled back just enough to look up at him then, eyes dark and pupils fully blown, lips already swollen. “then let me take care of you.”

jj blinked, stunned, as you slid your hands down to the waistband of his jeans, fingers undoing the button slow and teasing. “wait—what are you—” he started, but his voice caught as you slipped out of his grip and pushed him into the seat. one of his hands braced on the window, the other hanging limp at his side like he’d forgotten how to move.

sliding onto your knees you looked up at him with this wicked little smirk, eyes locked on his while you pulled his jeans down just enough. his cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. and you didn’t waste any time, just wrapped your hand around him, fingers barely able to circle him completely.

you then gave him one slow and teasing stroke, your tongue poking out to lick a long stripe up the underside of his hard cock, tracing his vein, which made his whole body twitch.

“jesus christ,” he hissed, head falling back against the headrest. he twitched in your grip, already so sensitive, breath catching every time your tongue hit just the spot. then you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. soft at first, all gentle, just enough to make him gasp.

the next second you took him into your mouth like you meant it, stretching your lips around him inch by inch. sliding down until your throat was full of him, the tip of your nose touching his skin.

he looked down at you with blown pupils and parted lips, as he couldn’t believe this was really happening. “you’re fucking insane,” he breathed, chest heaving. “you feel—god—so fucking good.”

you bobbed your head slowly at first, tongue teasing the tip every time you pulled back, your other hand sliding up under his shirt to scratch your nails across his toned stomach.

with that combination jj was a mess in seconds. breathing hard, hands gripping the seat, and his hips twitching toward your mouth. “fuck, that’s—fuck, baby—don’t stop.” and you didn’t.

you picked up the pace, moaning around him just to feel the way it made him curse. drool slipped down your chin, messy and perfect, while your eyes never left his face, watching him fall apart. his hand was tangled in your hair but not pushing, just holding on like he never wanted to let go.

you pulled back to suck on just the tip, circling it with your tongue like it was candy, then took him deep again, over and over, moaning softly as he lost control above you.

“i’m gonna—” he gasped, trying to hold it back, thighs shaking. you didn’t slow down though. you wanted it, wanted him to fall apart for you, here, in the dark safety of your car, like he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.

then his whole body tensed, abs flexing as he came hard into your mouth, choking out your name with a broken moan. you didn’t flinch though, you just kept sucking.

he watched you swallow every last drop. you moaned like it tasted sweet, while your hands were still working him through it until he was completely ruined.

when you finally pulled off, lips red and swollen, wiping the corner of your mouth with your fingers teasingly, jj was wrecked. his shirt was sticking to his chest, blond locks wild and eyes glassy.

“holy fuck,” he breathed, voice raw. “that was the best fucking head i’ve had in my life.” you smirked, climbing back into his lap, kissing him soft and lazy. “that was just the beginning.”

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLy6FThtlZs/?igsh=OWZxbjN5Znp5d293 THIS IS SO BOXER RAFE LOL

stooop 😭 i love that. he’d actually be so thrilled to teach u but ends up going into full beast mode and you’d just end up balling.. and he feels so bad after.

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rafe carrying you to bed

the soft hum of the tv echoed through the small, but cozy living space of your first floor apartment.

the windows were cracked open, the thin curtains blowing in the breeze as a cold chill spread around the room.

you had been watching a movie with rafe, it was his turn to pick and he picked one that was labelled as "comedy", but it only left you feeling bored and confused.

cuddled up on the soft couch with rafe's hand lazily draped across your thigh, your eyes slowly started to fall closed.

"you're fallin' asleep, darlin'. i knew you'd fall asleep so god knows why we started a film" rafe hummed humourously, being right and smug about it as usual. you hated when he was right.

you whined, softly shaking your head as opened your eyes as wide as they would go, trying to prove him wrong.

he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, not believing you for one second before his gaze fell back to the screen.

a matter of seconds passed by but your eyes soon fell shut once more, the sound of your light snoring barely audible over the sound of the tv.

rafe looked down at you, sighing softly. his thumb was still rubbing across your bare thigh as it had been doing for the last few hours.

he watched you for only a mere few seconds. the slow rise and fall of your chest, how at peace you looked in this very moment.

"come on then baby" rafe whispered, deciding it was time for you to be in bed.

not bothering to turn the movie off, he cautiously wrapped his arms around your sleeping form and held you against his body, trying not to wake you.

sleepy and incoherent nonsense left your mouth, putting a big grin on rafe's face and giving him something to tease you about in the morning.

he gently put you down onto the bed and pulled the sheets over you.

the room was silent as he leant down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek, leaving whispers of his love for you in your ear on the way.

taking his place in bed next to you, he skilfully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his bare chest.

"mmmghhh i love you" you muttered groggily, sleep taking over once again before you could hear rafe's response.

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