#outerbanks fluff

[amoraffairs]

❁ Watermelon, Surfing & Butterflies

summary: meeting JJ & him becoming an absolute simp for you at first glance

“Alright I’m here” JJ announces as he walks into the surf shop. John B glares at him. “JJ we opened two hours ago.” The boys finally opened their surf shop they dreamed about, but we struggled with the actual working part.

JJ glances at you, who looks around the shop confused. As if,you’re not sure what you’re looking for. JJ could feel his cheeks flush just by looking at you.

You were wearing a flowy sundress, covered with tiny flowers, a bunch of brightly designed bracelets on your wrist, and dangly earrings of a shape he couldn’t make of.

Everything about seemed like you walked out of a Jane Ally—Jane Alston—Jane whatever book Kie mentioned. That didn’t stop the urge he felt to walk over to you.

“You’re right. Going to get started right now” JJ says walking towards.

“Wait really—Oh ok “ John B tells him a teasing tone in his voice.

JJ glares at John B but still continuing making his way toward you.

“You need help” His questions startles you as you been focused on trying to find what you were looking for.

“Oh um no thank you—actually yes please” JJ smiles which makes you feel at ease.

“Do you know what surf wax is. I attempted surfing the other day & I kept slipping off my board. I’ve got like five big bruises to prove it. Anyway the internet said surf wax was supposed to help with that.” You ramble.

“You live in OBX & are just surfing now?” It was rare to find someone at Outer Banks who didn’t know how to surf.It was staple there.

“Ohh i’m not from here. I just moved here. I start college here. I mean technically it’s community college. I decided if I can only attend community college then I might as well attend somewhere pretty.” JJ wouldn’t be so sure about the pretty part, but he wasn’t going to crush your fantasy.

Butterflies. Your earrings are butterflies, JJ finally noticed. JJ interrupts his starring and realizes you’re waiting on him to answer your question.

“Oh surf wax, yeah we have surf wax. “ He says, directing you towards the section where it’s located. He points out all the different scents before you finally decide on watermelon.

You were about to leave the store, thanking JJ for his help before JJ blurted, “You know, if you're still struggling with surfing we offer lessons.” They don’t, that wasn’t a thing.

“Really?” You ask hopeful. Any help you could get would mean so much.

“Of course, just stop by any time & Ill teach you” JJ knew how much of a fool he was making of himself, how desperate he looked but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

You let out a smile. A genuine smile, one that instantly causes JJ to make it his life mission to have you smiling all the time.

Once you leave the shop, JJ turns around to find John B & Sarah watching.

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up” JJ mutters but is ignored by John B mocking him.“Oh I’ll teach you”

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Tear Stained Pillow Case - p3

Pairings - Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary- reader tries to move on.

Warnings- language, over the clothes grinding, female orgasm. (18+)

Part 2 Incase you missed it

You had your first date, it was strange. The guy was nice but he wasn’t special, his touch didn’t send shivers down your spine. His lips were rough and sloppy against yours, you found yourself thinking back to the way Drew kissed.

He put his whole body into it, his hands would cradle the back of your head and his lips would mold against yours, goosebumps would litter your skin when his tongue slipped between your lips. You’d taste him on your tongue for weeks after he left.

You tried not to think back to Drew during the date but it was hard, you were so used to the way he did things. Pulling your chair out for you, offering you his jacket, rubbing his thumb against your hand. You missed it.

You never spoke to the guy you went on a date with again, 4 weeks had gone by and you had been set up on another date by a friend. Pushing the negative thoughts to the back of your mind, you need to move on.

You found yourself bored, tapping your fingers on your knee as you listened to the man in front of you talk about his job. Who knew being an accountant was such a bore.

Your eyes wandered over his shoulder, your breath catching in your throat as you made eye contact with Drew. He gives you a soft smile, pulling himself to stand.

Panic bubbles in your chest as your eyes fall back on your date and then back to Drew who was walking towards you now, grabbing the edge of the table to stop yourself from getting up.

“What’s wrong?” Your date questions, reaching his hand over to pat your own.

“Hi y/n”

Both your eyes look up to Drew who towers over the small candlelit table, your date looks back to you for a brief second. “I thought you two were over?”

“Wait… how did you know about him?”

“Bella said that you two broke up… I did some research”

“You looked us up online?” Drew questioned, brows creased together at your date. You shot him a look, as though to tell him to shut up.

“We are broken up”

“About that”

“Drew!”

“I think… I’m just going to leave, here mate” your date pulls himself to stand and grabs his jacket. “Take my seat”.

You watch your date leave, turning your attention back to Drew who sat opposite you with a grin. “I’m leaving”.

You go to stand as your waiter steps to your table, placing down both plates. “Enjoy”.

“Come on y/n… eat first”

He gives you puppy dog eyes, the eyes that could make a girl weak at the knees. You take a seat again and stare down at your pasta, you are hungry. You would eat your meal and then leave.

“You look good”

“Thanks”

“I’ve missed you”

“Drew… please”

“Okay okay… let’s eat”

You both sit in silence, the sound of the chatter around you buzzed through your ear drums. Chewing on your pasta, you can feel his eyes on you every so often. Your own eyes gliding over his body, taking in the purple shadowing under his eyes. He looked thinner, tired.

“Drew” he looks up at you, mouth full of salad. “Are you okay?”. You didn’t want to know the answer truthfully, worried he was unwell.

“Not really” your heart begins to race, every possible scenario running through your head. Gulping down the food you had been chewing on. “y/n please come back to our place, I need to speak to you”.

The mention of your home has goosebumps rising on your skin, you grabbed the napkin and wiped your mouth. Reaching for your bag, you couldn’t do this.

“Please… please don’t leave” he begs, he’s already standing. Grasping your hand that clenched around your purse, taking a deep breath you meet his eyes.

“I don-“

He cuts you off, tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Please”

You find yourself nodding, letting him pull you out of the restaurant not before passing a hundred dollar bill to the waiter. Silence followed you both, walking towards his car.

He does what he has done a million times before and opens the door for you, the familiar butterflies swarm your belly. You offer him a soft smile and step into the car.

A sudden wave of nervous nausea hits you, gripping the seatbelt that hugged your body. You weren’t sure this was the right thing to do, still torn between forgiving him and cutting all contact with him.

You still loved him, loved him so much your heart physically cried for him at night. But him kissing Odessa really fucked you up, you dreamt about the two of them together for months.

“Hey”

Your head snaps to his direction, all negative thoughts out of the window. His eyes are soft, lips quirked into a smile. You watch as he hops out of the car, turning your head to take in your old neighborhood .

Memories punch you in the face, tears welling behind your eyes. You bit down on your tongue to stop yourself from crying, stepping out of the car when Drew held it open for you.

Luckily the street was empty, you both were able to get inside without the old lady next door noticing the two of you. No doubt having a lot of questions of where you had been.

It still smelt the same, ornaments still in the same place. Photos scattered on several bookcases untouched, your blanket still placed on the sofa.

“I haven’t been here since…” Drew’s voice brings you back to the present, you nod your head, unable to trust your words. “I’ll get us some water”.

You find yourself taking a seat on the sofa, running your hands against the material, breathing in the scent of your once happy home. “I get someone in to clean the place every fortnight, so the dust doesn’t accumulate”.

“Drew”

“I’m not selling the place, it’s ours”

You cast your eyes down to the water that has appeared in your hands, staring at the cup you always drank from. Biting your lip you look up at Drew, he’s watching you intently.

“y/n… I’m so sorry, I should have fought for us, I should have been a better boyfriend…”

His hand has grasped yours now, pulling your body closer to his. He’s holding you, breathing in your scent. Your own nose buried into his neck, your favorite cologne invading your nostrils.

“Please, please forgive me… I will do anything, I will-“

You cut him off, pulling away from him and distance yourself by stretching your arms out, palms pressed firmly to his chest.

“How did you know where I was tonight?”

“I didn’t”

“So why were you there?”

You expect him to say meeting him with Odessa, everything always goes back to her.

“I’ve been going every Saturday since we broke up…. It’s your favorite place, I was hoping you’d turn up one day”

“What”

“y/n… I’ve been going to all your favorite places, hoping we would run into each other. You wouldn’t answer my calls, I wasn’t going to turn up at your parents… I wasn’t going to bring drama into your sisters life”

“Drew”

Your heart warms, you let him pull you back into his chest. His fingers stroking your back, your lips press to his collarbone, you feel him tense for a moment.

He kisses your hair, tightening his arms around you. “I promise, I will do better.. I will never work with Odessa again, I will quit acting”

“Drew! No… you will not quit.”

“If it means I can have you back… I’ll quit”

You're holding his head between your hands and kissing him, ignoring the nagging in the back of your mind not to jump back into things. You missed the taste of him, the familiar ache you hadn’t felt in so long settles in your lower belly.

His fingers run through your hair, your legs have a mind of their own as they wrap around his waist. Settling your bum into his lap, he pulls you in closer until your chest touches his. “I’ve missed this” he mumbled against your lips.

You kiss for what feels like hours, but really it’s only been a few minutes. You pull away, breathless, lips tingling from his stubble. “You're so beautiful”.

You're kissing again, this time your hips move against his. Causing a delicious friction between the two of you, his throbbing cock presses against his jeans.

You let out a gasp when your clit nudges it, his fingers grip your hips. Pulling you down against him, you don’t stop your movements. Letting that tingle bleed through your veins, his hands help you move slower but harder, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his neck.

You find yourself reaching for the bottom of his shirt but his hands stop you. “Let’s not rush this..”

“Oh”

Your movements stop, embarrassment floods you. Cheeks tinting a shade of cherry red, you fumble to pull yourself away but he holds you tighter. “Hey, hey pretty girl… that’s not what I meant. Let me help you another way”

He brings you back to his lap, moving your hips against his once again, he shuffles himself so his hard cock pressed firmly against your mound. “Oh!”

“Like that baby girl” he lets out a groan, his cock aching to feel your around him. His fingers pressed harder into your hips.

You hold onto his shoulders and let your hips move against him, he continues to guide you along. Staring up at your scrunched nose, he pulls you down to kiss you again. “You like that?”

“Mhm!”

Your panties are soaked, pussy clenching around nothing as your swollen clit rubs against him. You want to pull the material away, feel his throbbing cock against your folds. But he’s right, you shouldn’t rush into anything.

“Oh god” you cry, your head feels hot and that tingle spreads throughout your body. Hips meeting him a bit rougher now, chasing that familiar high you hadn’t felt in months. “Let go baby… cum in those pretty panties of yours”

His words edge you closer, dropping your forehead to his. He kisses you again, tongue nudging into your mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck as he grinds up against your mound, your crying out into his mouth.

Euphoria, there is a buzzing in your ear. Toes curled as your orgasm hits you, you don’t want this feeling to end. Grinding your hips into his rougher and faster until the pleasure fades and your left feeling embarrassed again.

“Oh god”

You're jumping off him and running to the bathroom, locking it behind you, tears fall from your eyes when you see all of your things scattered in the bathroom still, just how you left it.

“y/n”

His knuckles tap softly in the wooden door, you don’t want to open it. You don’t want to face him.

“Please baby… open the door”

You splash water on your face and turn to unlock the door, he steps in and closes it behind him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, the two of you stare at each other in the mirror.

“Please let me show you how much I need you.. I’m so sorry for everything… let me work for it, please take me back, I can’t live without you, you're my everything, the reason I breathe, the reason I live.”

You stare at him for a moment, you can’t live without him either. But could you trust him, could you forgive him and move forward.

“Okay” you whisper, his arms tighten around you. Pulling you closer to his chest, a sigh of relief emits from his lips. He leaves a soft peck to your shoulder.

“I will be better, I will show you how much I love you, I will make this better”.

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[probably-writing-x]

Blushing Boy

Drew Starkey x Reader

Summary: There were few things that made Drew Starkey lose his confidence, in fact, perhaps only one could truly ever do it; you. He didn’t know how, or why, but you just seemed to have that goddamn effect on him.

Warnings: Nothing besties, just fluffy as heck

Author’s Note: Thank you so so much for the love on my other post, I just had to post this one too !! Please please send in any requests you have my angels <3

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You were just about nearing the end of press for Outer Banks Season 3, and all bases had been covered - you’d done interviews to see how well you knew your cast mates, ones looking at scenes from the show, and, of course, the puppy interview. Today was your last day, though all of you were split up in different places, on different projects, and so the last day of interviews would be done over zoom. This was your first experience working on the show, having come in to play Rafe’s love interest as the start of the season. Thankfully, the fans had fallen in love with you, and especially with your storyline with Drew. So much so, in fact, that they’d started to ship you two as actors as well, adoring every moment that they saw you spend together. The two of you were just friends, but you can’t say you didn’t find it amusing whenever theories were made. And, being honest, some of the edits did make you two look cute.

That was your side of things, anyway. Drew had fallen for you at the same rate that Rafe had fallen for your character. He wanted to see you every morning you started work, waiting to catch sight of you on set. He wanted to film all of his scenes with you, watching in awe whenever you acted. He was mesmerised whenever he saw you at events, amazed by you from the red carpets to the earliest of mornings. Drew felt like a schoolboy around you, stumbling over his words, blushing at prolonged eye contact, ears pricking up at the sound of your name. And it only got worse the more he saw of you.

“Okay, thank you guys all for joining me today,” The interviewer begins, smiling widely into the screen, “We’ve got Madelyn, Chase, Madison, Rudy, Jonathon, Carlacia, Drew and (Y/N), the cast of season three of Outer Banks, now streaming on Netflix. How are you guys doing?”

“I’m good,” Madelyn smiles.

“I’m tired, I flew back from Paris today and I’m so jetlagged,” Madison laughs.

“Okay, we’ll start off with a question for Chase, how has it been with the new additions to the cast this season - with Carlacia and (Y/N). How does that fit in with the dynamic of you guys working together?”

Chase leans closer to his microphone and speaks, “You know I think we got really lucky again to work with another great group of people, we all get on so well and these two just fit in perfectly with that, and it makes it so easy to go to work when you’re with such a good bunch.”

“Amazing, and (Y/N), what was your experience like being on set?”

You shift in your seat, glancing at all of the faces on screen, “Like Chase said, it was just ideal getting to work with everyone, it’s like being on one long holiday all working together, you’re out in the sun everyday, you’re on the water, you’re doing stunts, it was just such a great experience. And I was so lucky to get to share the screen with Drew, he makes it so easy to come into work everyday and, I mean, it’s not exactly hard to pretend to fall in love with him.”

You glance at him on the screen and the way his eyes seem so transfixed as you speak, like he holds onto every syllable one at a time. He’s wearing a purple t-shirt that brings out his eyes and his hair is messy in that sort of perfect way it always was.

“And Drew, what was it like to be working with (Y/N) so closely?”

“Yeah, I mean,” He coughs over his words, “It was great, (Y/N) is just perfect to work with, I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. She’s so talented, and kind and supportive as an actress and she just made me want to get up every day and come into work.”

You’re sure your cheeks heat with the vulnerability of what he has said. His are bright red too, and you’re relieved for a moment to share the same feeling even across the screen.

A few more questions are asked, Rudy explains about how many injuries he managed to pick up on set and Jonathon tells an embarrassing story about you and Madelyn from the wrap party. And then attention falls back to you and Drew.

“So, whilst I’ve got you guys here, I have to ask Drew and (Y/N) about the rumours that have been going around about you two, can you tell me anything the fans will want to hear?”

You laugh, slightly allowing yourself a bit more time before you figure out what to say, “You know, these things are inevitable when you play a couple on a show. But I think we take it as a compliment if anything, at least it was convincing enough for people to believe us, you know? Right Drew?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Drew chuckles dryly, “I’m just glad they know that we don’t hate each other.”

“Are you blushing Starkey?!” Rudy exclaims, coming closer to the screen.

Drew laughs and looks away, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth, “Shut it Pankow.”

Everyone laughs but it’s as if you can feel all eyes on the two of you, and in that moment, all you want it for him to be there with you to share the attention. For him to be close enough that your hand could brush his, your eyes could focus solely on Drew’s, your laugh in rhythm with his. And, in that moment, perhaps for the first time, you realise that maybe those edits had realised something before you had.

“Okay, well it’s been great speaking to you guys, thank you so much for joining me,” The interviewer finishes up, closing off before telling you that you’re all done and you can log off from the call.

You shut your laptop and pull out your phone to see notifications already bursting through. They’re all from the groupchat you had with the other girls.

Oh my god did you see his face?

Are you kidding me rn??? That boy is in love with you

I’ll never forgive you if you don’t date Starkey fr

You laugh, fingers hovering over the buttons as you try to figure out a response. You wanted to tell them that they were being stupid, that there was no reason for them to think like that. But you can’t bring yourself to lie to them.

You swipe away from that chat, scrolling the short way down to where Drew’s chat with you was. The last thing he’d sent you was a fan made video of the two of you, a video from set where he had you on his shoulders in the pool and both of you fell under.

When you go to text him, he’s already typing.

And this time, you’re the one that’s blushing.

[winterrrnight]

secret admirer (reader's pov)

PAIRING: high schooler!soft!rafe cameron x high schooler!fem!reader

SUMMARY: the reader has a secret admirer who drops letters, flowers and some other little souvenirs in their locker.

WARNINGS: a lot of cliches, falling down and getting wounded, and some fluffy fluff :) if I missed something let me know! Please ignore any grammatical/spelling errors

EDITH SPEAKS: buckle up bffs because this is long!! Please note the following before you read:

both reader and Rafe are well versed in French.

The French translations are given side by side in the oneshot.

I don't speak French so everything has been gathered from the internet. If there are any mistakes, please let me know.

I'm not American so I've had a very different high school experience: I never had detentions in our school. So everything has been written based upon what I've seen in American shows :)

And that's it! I hope you enjoy reading, please like and/or reblog to show your love <3 feedback is highly appreciated! 💐

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As the class comes to an end, you walk out and go to your locker. You dial in your locker combination, and just as you open it, an envelope falls out and drops in the ground.

Confused, you bend down and pick it up. The envelope is plain white, and its flap is glued at place. You pull open on the flap, and find a folded piece of letter inside.

"Oooooo what's that?" Your friend says, smiling. "Looks like a love letter."

You shake your head. "I doubt it's a love letter," you say as you unfold your paper. A single sentence in cursive writing is scrawled on the paper. It takes you a second to realise it's written in French.

Je rêve de toi.

It translates to "I dream of you".

Who can write this to you? Thoughts clink around your mind like ice in a glass of water. Suddenly, you feel something drop out of the envelope. You look down at the floor, curious.

It's a little daisy.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

Since then, a little gift always awaits for you in your locker every few days. Every time it's a letter with a simple sentence in French written on it in fountain pen. It's accompanied with a little flower, or a small piece of chocolate, and one time, it was a bracelet.

You've tried your best to figure out who's been sending you these. No one in class has flirted with you, so you don't even have any options to consider. The thought that someone secretly likes you does make your heart swoon, but at the same time it also concerns you. What if it's someone pulling jokes on you, just playing with your delicate heartstrings? You really hope it isn't the second one, because if it is, it will leave you heartbroken in a way you've never been heartbroken.

But you can't deny the smile the letters bring on your face. You collect the flowers and press them in between the pages of your journal. Every chocolate you've received so far is the kind you like, which makes you wonder how does this person know what kind of chocolates you are into. And the bracelet, well, it's tied securely around your wrist.

You reach school, and with hope in your heart filled to the brim, you open your locker. The smile on your face is as bright as the stars when you see an envelope.

Before you can open it, the ringing of the bell makes you look up. The first class has started and you're still in the hallway.

"Shit," you curse, as you hurriedly throw the envelope in your bag and rush to your English class. The scene in the class will not be pretty: your teacher isn't fond of late comers. Well, saying he isn't fond of them is an understatement. He hates their guts.

With your heart beating faster than the speed of light, you look through the small gap in the door of the class. Your teacher is extremely punctual, and as always, the class has started. He's walking around the class, handing your previous tests. You take in a deep breathe and open the door. The sound of the door opening makes everyone look up at you.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up," your teacher says, passive aggressiveness laced in his voice.

"I'm, I'm sorry, it won't happen again-"

"Oh looks like we have another late comer," your teacher says, cutting you off. Confused, you turn around to see Rafe Cameron standing behind you. His uniform shirt isn't buttoned properly; random buttons connected to the wrong holes, his belt is missing, and his hair is messed up. He looks like he just woke up.

You feel your cheeks heat up from the warmth of his body. He's standing right behind you, and if you walk a millimetre back, you would crash right into him.

"I'm so sorry, I swear I set an alarm but it didn't ring and-" Rafe starts to ramble.

"DETENTION! Both of you!" Your teacher yells. You flinch at his sudden loud voice. He signs two detention slips and hands those to the both of you. He dismisses you swiftly by closing the door on your faces.

You look down at the detention slip in your hand and sigh. You look up at Rafe to see he's looking at you. You break your small eye contact with him and look at your shoes.

"Shall we go?" He asks you. You nod at him, still not looking at him. In silence, you both walk to the detention room. It's just a classroom which isn't in use anymore. Your PE teacher is the one who will be supervising you. When you reach the classroom, you're surprised to see it's only you and Rafe in the detention. Usually it's around 5 - 10 students at this time in detention.

The teacher is inside, his nose buried in a magazine. He doesn't lift his head up when you and Rafe and walk in, and take adjacent seats. Only when you both sit down, the teacher lifts an eye to see you both.

"Just two of you?" He says, and you nod. "Well that's going to be a waste of my time." He closes his magazine, drops it on the table and stands up from his chair.

"I'll be here in an hour to let you both out. Don't do anything dumb, you're being watched." He says, leaving the classroom and closing the door behind him.

It gets extremely silent in the room, it's so silent that you can hear a pin drop. Your breathing is the only sound filled in the room, along with the constant ticking of the clock hanging on a wall.

You can't believe you're in a class room all alone with Rafe Cameron. It's pretty much given away that he's the most popular guy in your school, and not because he's the jock and only sleeps around with everyone, but because he's an actual sweetheart. He's nice to everyone, and has the most beautiful personality. One thing you know for sure is that if someone gets to date him, he will treat them like a royal.

You decide to finish up with some school work you're left with. As you open your bag, you notice the envelope you had completely forgotten about. Eagerly, you pull it out and open it. Today, there's no souvenir in it. Only a folded piece of paper.

You unfold it, and instead of the usual one line, there are multiple. You read them slowly, as you also translate them in your mind.

Votre âme est un paysage choisi

Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques

Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi

Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques

It takes you some fair amount of time to translate the verse. This is what you come up with:

Your soul is a moonlit landscape fair,

Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,

That play on lutes and dance and have an air

Of being sad in their fantastic trim

It suddenly clicks you: the verse if from Claire de Lune. You smile at the French written on the paper, and just read it over and over again in your head.

"What's that?" You suddenly remember that Rafe is right next to you.

"Nothing," you say, folding the paper and putting it back in it's envelope.

"Looks like a love letter, someone's been writing you love letters?" He asks, curiosity in his eyes. You take a few seconds to give him a reply.

"Maybe?"

"What do you mean, maybe?"

You sigh. "I've been receiving these letters which have poetry in French written in them. They usually come along with a little gift, like a small flower or some chocolate. But, there's no name on the paper whatsoever, so I have no way of knowing who is it, if it's legit or if someone is playing a prank on me."

"I don't think it's a prank, you know." You look up at him. He's gazing at you intently.

"You don't?"

He shakes his head. "Someone maybe likes you a lot, and is, i don't know, scared to admit it to you."

"But, why do you think it's not a prank? And how are you so sure it is an actual love letter?"

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that it can be an actual love letter? That someone actually likes you a lot? You're an amazing person, don't decline the thought of someone being your admirer so easily."

At these words leaving Rafe's mouth, you have a small hunch that maybe he's the one writing these letters.

Oh no, he can't be the one. You shake the thought out of your head. He's the most popular guy in the whole school, he can choose anyone, why in hell would he choose you? What does he see in you?

You've never been the one to be in the spotlight, you've always lurked in the shadows. So, when the letters started coming, you did want to believe that you have an admirer. That you are worth of being loved by someone deeply. But you find this thought too good to be true, so you instead believe it's just a prank.

You aren't sure how to respond to Rafe's words. All that slips your lips is a small thank you. You direct your focus back to your schoolwork on hand.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

It's been a week to the detention. Since then, instead of every other day, the letters have been appearing every single day. This morning, you had a bigger envelope than usual. The size of the letter inside is the same, but there are more gifts than usual. Instead of the usual single flower, you have a daisy chain. There are many chocolates instead of one, and there are two new bracelets.

At this point, you are starting to get a lot more concerned than before. Someone's out there spending money on getting you chocolates and bracelets, and you don't even know how to thank them for it; you can only do that if you know who the person sending you these gifts is.

You keep the little gifts in your locker and take the letter. As usual, there is one line scrawled on the centre of the page, the cursive handwriting perfect as it is each time.

Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée.

"My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness." You whisper. You softly trace the words on the paper with your fingertip.

"Who are you?"

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

The sky has suffused into hues of pinks and oranges, and you get on your bike. You're on your way to your favorite place: the strawberry field. You found that field when you were cycling around the area at the mere age of 6. Since then, you absolutely love going to that place at all times. The heavenly scent of strawberries will be settled all around the field, especially due to them being in season.

You reach the field in a few minutes. You take your bike to the small trail in the field, which is accompanied by perfectly manicured bushes of strawberries around it. Following the trail leads to a massive opening right in the middle of the field, which has a big tree planted in it. You love to pluck the strawberries and then sit under the shade of the tree as you eat them and watch the sunset.

Just as you reach the tree, you notice something unusual. There is a notepad, along with a bottle of ink and a fountain pen. You look around to see if you can spot the owner of the stuff. A sudden rustle in the bushes a little farther on your right increases the rate of your heartbeat. The sound of the rustling increases with each passing second, and suddenly, a head pops out.

Your eyes widen at the sight. "Rafe?" You ask, completely dumbfounded. Rafe is holding a basket full of the ripe strawberries. He's wearing a button up paired with a simple pair of trousers. The sleeves of the button up are rolled up to his elbows and you notice sweat shining on his forehead and his neck.

"Oh, hey," he says, completely frozen in the spot. None of you are able to comprehend the current situation at hand.

"I didn't expect to see you here, what are you doing here?" You question.

"Nothing, just... just getting some of these strawberries. I've heard they're really good," he says, coming out of the bushes. He walks up to you, and stands right in front of you, not leaving much distance between you two.

"How did you... how did you find out about this place? I come here almost every single day and I never see you here. Why suddenly today?"

You need to know why he's here. You need to know why does he have that notepad and a fountain pen. The hunch you had the other day, the one which you dug deep in your heart because you just believed it isn't true, is starting to come back up.

Rafe is just standing there, looking at you. He doesn't have anything to say. While you're waiting impatiently for him to tell you everything. You don't want to believe your gut feeling unless you have a concrete proof of it.

"Why do you have that notepad with you, with that fountain pen?" You swallow the lump in your throat.

"For you. It's all for you. It's all always been for you." He whispers. You feel like you're frozen right at your position. "These," he says, pointing to the strawberry basket, "these are for you too."

"But... why me?" You mumble. Your mind doesn't want to believe this. No, this can't be true. The person who everyone will fall on their knees for can choose anyone, but instead he chose you.

"Because," he walks closer to you, places a finger under your chin and gently pushes it up so you can look him right in his eyes, "I want you to know how special you are. You deserve nothing but love, and this is just me showing you that." His hand is now on your cheek, and you find yourself feeling comfortable in the warmth of his hand.

"But-"

"No buts. I told you this before too, why are you not willing to believe that you are so worthy of being loved and appreciated? That there is someone who's ready to do this all for you. I could've just come up to you and confessed how I have fallen for you, but that wouldn't be special now, would it? That's what everyone does. And then my purpose of showing you that I'm not like everyone else and how I will shower you with love every single second of my life is defeated. I will bring you the moon, all you have to do is just ask." Rafe says, his voice nothing but a whisper.

But this isn't enough for you. You need to know what he sees in you. You need explanations on why he's doing so much just to see you happy.

"Why me?" It slips out of your mouth, because your mind won't relax unless you hear it all from Rafe's mouth.

"Do you remember kindergarten?"

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Rafe runs to the swings, a big smile on his face as he finally gets to use it. The swings are never empty, but now he has the chance of getting to take a ride on them.

But, just as he sits down on the swing, a group of boys approaches him. They are all a year older than him, and they love to pretend they own the place.

"Hey! Give us the swing!" The head of the group, Greg demands. Rafe starts to feel scared, but he doesn't show it on his face.

"No!" He says firmly, his grip tightening on the swing. With just a small nudge of his head, Greg motions the boys of the group towards Rafe. They grab onto his shoulders and forcefully throw him off the swing. Rafe screams and feels tears stream down his eyes in pain. But, no teacher is around to help him. Greg laughs in his face and goes to his new found victory: the swing.

You see it all unfold from the side. You are sitting in the grass all alone. That's where you are every single day, because you don't mix in well with the other kids. When you see Rafe hurt, you rush up to him.

He's still crying when you reach to him. You do nothing, all you do is offer him your hand. Rafe suddenly stops crying and grabs ahold of your hand and with all the strength in your little body, you pull him up. You take him to the teacher.

The teacher gasps at Rafe's condition: teary eyes with dust all over his face and clothes, and two wounds each on his knees. You stand on the side as the teacher gets the first aid kit and starts to treat his wounds. You can't look when Rafe whines at the burning feeling of the antiseptic liquid against his knees. At that moment, all you wanted was to swap places with him so he doesn't have to go through this all.

Once his wounds were all covered in bandaids, you take him to your table in the classroom. From your bag, you pull out your favorite lolipop and hand it to him. Rafe looks at you and the lolipop with wide eyes.

"You are so brave," you say, as you nudge the candy closer to him.

"Thank you," Rafe says, accepting the lolipop from you.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

"From that day, I've never stopped looking at you. As we grew older, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with, and I wanted to reciprocate all that you've done for me. It's not just the lolipop, throughout all the years you've been there for me when no one else was, I just don't want you to think that your efforts go unappreciated." Rafe finishes.

You remember it all really well. All the times in kindergarten when you gave him your food because he dropped his on the ground, when you cut his craft paper for him because he just wasn't able to cut in a straight line the way you can, or when you gave him a pencil each time he forgot one at home.

"Rafe..." You say, starting to feel little tears blur your vision. Before you can hide them from him, Rafe is quick to reach his hands out to your cheeks and to wipe them off.

"This is nothing compared to what you've done for me, those chocolates, little verses of poetry, bracelets," his eyes goes to the bracelet you're wearing, "they don't amount to the things you've done for me in any way. But I just want to show you how amazing you are, and how you deserve the nicest things in the world."

You don't want to hear anything else. You press your lips against his. It takes a second for Rafe to process what's happening. Your arms are quick to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your lips move against his.

You pull back softly and lean your forehead against his.

"Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Su je vivais mille ans, he t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chaacune d'elles." He whispers, his eyes closed.

"I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one."

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I can’t get you off my mind <3

- w Rafe Cameron

Series: outer banks

warnings: Swearing, kissing, female objectifying (by topper).

Summary: topper stirs the pot by lying about what rafe was doing at the party last night. Do you believe him or not?

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑

“What are you doing later? Do you wanna stay?” I mumbled into his top. I was laying on his chest and we were wrapped up in my green flowery covers. His arm was around me resting on my hip, he was wearing a black T-shirt so I could see his muscles where the sleeves ended. My right hand was on his bicep. I liked just holding onto it. “You want me to stay already, I’ve only been round twice” he giggled making me look up at him. His blue eyes staring deep into mine.

“Not to do anything” I shoved his face jokingly “I just like your company- you ever had a girl say that to you before?” I raised my eyebrow when he looked back at me with his famous smirk. “Something similar, but I’ve never reciprocated that” he told me dragging his thumb across my jawline. “No? Never?” I smiled showing my teeth, his head bent down. “I’ve never liked anyone like I like you” he licked his lips before pressing them against mine hungrily.

Me and Rafe were in what the kids call today a ‘talking stage’. He claims to have these deep feelings for me and I know I have them for him. Who on figure eight didn’t have those feelings for Rafe Cameron. He was in the year above me and everyone in my year creamed over the sight of him, I know it was the same for the girls in his year and even probably some of the boys. But with the reputation of Rafe Cameron I asked him to keep us on the low down.

We’d only told our friends really and we never went to crowed public places together. I wanted to just share this with him right now, so I can build trust with him and see if there is any room for a relationship.

“So, are you staying?” I questioned pulling away from him and running a thumb across his lips. “As much as I’m tempted right now, I’ve already rsvp’ed to a party” he told me tucking my hair behind my ear. My stomach sank. The weather had been crap recently, it had been storm after storm after storm. There hadn’t been any party’s not since me and Rafe started talking. “I know, this is the first one huh” he raised his eyebrow as if he could read my mind. “Yeah” I answered smally. “I told you that I’m going to prove to you my reputation don’t apply to you”.

“I hope that’s the case” I smiled taking his hand in mine and playing with his fingers. I rolled over onto my back so I could look at the ceiling. “I promise you, no drugs, no hoes, just me, the boys and a few beers” “but what if they egg you on?” “Babe I have my own mind, you’re all that’s on it” he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back towards him. His arms wrapped around my torso and his head in the crease of my neck. “Okay Rafe” I kissed the top of his head. He kissed my neck and then my jaw in response.

We stayed wrapped up just talking for a couple of hours before Rafe left me with a long kiss to remember him by before he went to his party. I didn’t know who was hosting it, but the fact that I wasn’t invited meant it was probably one of rafes drug friends that hadn’t gone to school with us. His replies weren’t too bad at the beginning of the night. But around eleven ish he stopped replying to my texts. I gave it two hours before I rolled my eyes and went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up to rays of sunshine slipping through my blinds and onto my face. I rolled over after rubbing my eyes and snapped my charger out of my phone. Rafe had replied, and also added a good morning text on the end of it. I smiled to myself forgetting all the worry and negativity I was feeling last night. I answered him back before getting up to go and brush my teeth. He asked me what my plans were for the day and seems I never do anything on a Sunday I told him I was free. He invited me round his and seems the weather was nice, told me to bring my swimming costume.

I quickly showed and got myself all ready to go to rafes. He lived a five minute walk away so I chose to not take my car and soak up the sun as I made my way to his house. As I turned the corner topper was driving past me. He slowed down stopping next to me and looked me up and down. “Hey y/n, looking good these days” “you alright top?” I nodded at him gripping my bag tightly. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. “Not too bad, just heading down to the beach to meet kelce, where you off to?”.

“Going round rafes, think we’re just going to chill by the pool” l shrugged looking around the street. “Oh? Didn’t realise you guys were still on tings” his eyebrows slammed up and this shocked look spread across his face. It looked so genuine. “Why’d you think that? Has he said something” “no- no he hasn’t said anything, just thought well- the things he was doing last night didn’t exactly scream happy in a relationship”. My heart sank. “What- what things top?” I questioned walking closer to his car.

“I don’t wanna mess anything up y/n- look maybe it was all just- an accident because he was high” topper but his hands up in defence. “but he told me he wasn’t going to do any drugs” my eye slimmed as my heart kept cracking. It was getting closer and closer to shattering. “Maybe I should just stop talking” “no topper- please tell me what happened” I begged with my eyes, they were probably glossy in the moment. “You wanna know more? Or I can take you back to mine and I can show you how a real man treats a girl like you” he shinned at me.

“You’re a pig” I stepped back scowling at him. “Let me know if you change your mind babe, I can be a rebound” he winked at me before pulling away from the curb and driving on. I watched as his car got smaller and smaller down the road. My eyes were fighting back the waves right now. My heart physically hurt. I turned back the way I’d come and went straight back home. I bravely walked past my parents but as soon as I reached my bed my eyes started leaking. I didn’t bother changing I just flopped onto my mattress and cried into it. My covers still smelt of Rafe. That made everything worse.

—————————four days later————————

I’d avoided Rafe for four days. He’d spammed my phone for the first two, the texts got less and less over the next two days. Probably because he came to my house and I got my father to turn him away. Nothings more scary than the dad of the girl you’ve hurt. I’d seen him around school but I dodge him and was able to hide anytime he saw me. I’d turn the other way, drive off as quickly as possible. Left no room for him to start conversation. I didn’t want to talk to him, look at him, fall for him again by him waving a wand and saying sorry.

I had to be strong. But it was day five now meaning we’d reached Friday. And this Friday was the film night. Me and my friends had been planning out the snacks and the chairs and the pillows and the blankets we were bringing for months now. There was no way I could get out of it. There was a possibility Rafe would be there, it wouldn’t be a hundred percent but there was a chance.

The car stopped in the car park and the girls got out with all our stuff, ready to find a space and set it all down. “Y/n do you wanna go get the drinks?” One of my friends asked with a big smile. I nodded feeling slightly hesitant. They wouldn’t let me use Rafe as an excuse, none of them were surprised when I told them what happened. It was kind of disheartening, I thought my friends would be way more supportive. I wondered towards the drinks table before hearing a “y/n! what’s up”. I turn around to see Rafe walking away from his boy group and towards me. He tried to do it calmly acting like he didn’t care in front of his friends “Rafe- um- not much” I turned from him giving him my back. But I could see the panic on his face.

He raced in front to catch me so I was looking at him “how are you, why are you avoiding me?” He questioned looking down at me. Our bodies were almost touching and he was leaning in close to my face whispering. I got goosebumps. “I should have known you were playing a game Rafe” I folded my arms creating space between us. “What are you talking about y/n, I can’t get you off my mind, what games” his hand flew up to his temple as if he was desperate. His eyes looked sad as he stared directly into mine. It wasn’t like that day he was at mine, they were desperate now not flirty. “Uh it’s such a shame Rafe- I really thought we had something” I shook my head stepping backwards.

“Top told me what happened at the party Rafe”. The words felt like I was being stabbed in the heart all over again. I wanted to melt into the floor. His eyes widened and his teeth gritted together. He really looked like he was going to give up and admit what he’d done. “The fuck you mean topper told you? Told you what?” Rafe shook his head pulling a face of disgust as if I didn’t know what I was talking about. I just laughed and began to walk off. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back staring into my eyes hard. “Y/n, I didn’t do anything at that party, I promise” “that’s not what he told me”. Rafe looked across at the boys before saying “Come on then” he interlocked our fingers and pulled me over to his group.

“Rafe- please no” I shook my head trying to pull back. “I’ve got you I promise” he rubbed my my hand. “Top, what is this about you telling y/n I was doing shit at the party, what type of shit?” Rafe question raising an eyebrow. All the boys turned to look at topper. He looked around before looking me up and down. I was wearing Jean shorts and a little lacy white top, his glare always felt so sexualising and uncomfortable. He started laughing as if he didn’t know what to say, his arms came out and then slapped his knees.

“Does anyone else remember me doing shit at the party?” He looked around the group and all the boys either shook their heads or shrugged. “So- why’d you stop replying to me?” I asked him in a small, innocent voice. “Around eleven?” Kelce asked me, I nodded my head a bit confused about how he knew. “Rafes phone died so he went to put it on charge in the kitchen, but we were outside”. I turned back to rafe and he was looking at me already, as if to say I told you so. I self consciously wrapped my arms around my waist. He saw this and took a step closer to me putting an arm on my shoulder blade.

Rafe then turned back to topper “what the hell did you say bro?” “I may have indicated that you did some drugs- and acted- un loyally” topper shrugged with a smirk on his face not caring at all that he’d caused massive problems between me and Rafe. “Why would you lie to me? I’ve never done wrong by you topper” I frowned furiously, wanting to know the why behind all this. “Same reason rafe’s with you, to get you into bed” he shrugged as if that wasn’t disgustingly downgrading, uncouth and disrespectful. I stood there horrified, my stomach twisted.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that” Rafe made a massive step towards topper but the boys all jumped up and held him back. “Calm the fuck down Rafe, she’s just a girl” “she’s my fucking girl topper! You remember that!” rafe pointed at him angrily shouting and struggling against the boys. At this point lots of people were looking towards our little group. “You’re telling me you actually have feelings for her?” Topper threw his head back laughing.

“Yes! I fucking do! And you almost ruined it, your a selfish bastard- get the fuck out of here” Rafe pulled away from the boys backing up next to me again. “Rafe calm down- I didn’t think it was that deep” “it is” he replied, still pointing at him in furry. “Go home” Rafe ordered moving his hand now to the truck. Topper looked around for support from the other boys but he didn’t receive it. “Fine, god you’re so sensitive these days” topper rolled his eyes picking up his chair.

Rafe watched as he packed up his things and got into his car without looking back. “I can’t believe he’d make shit up because he wanted to sleep with your girl” kelce scoffed watching as the car drove away. “I promise you y/n nothing happened at that party, you have this guy wrapped around your finger, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, you’re all he talks about, the way he smiles when you text him- I’ve never seen him like this” kelce relayed to me confidently, making Rafe stand there awkwardly rubbing his arm and turning bright red.

“Shall we go and talk?” I smiled genuinely brushing his arm with one finger, Rafe nodded his head and threw his arm around my shoulders like a scarf as we left. But before we did he gave a little head nod to his friend as a sign of respect to him. Me and Rafe went over to the side of the field where it was a little quieter. We sat down on a bench and I took his hand playing with his fingers. “I’m sorry I didn’t just- speak to you about it” I sighed talking in a small voice, I was embarrassed about how I handled the situation.

“Y/n I’m not mad at you, I’m not surprised you believe him I know I- have a reputation” rafe chewed on his lip, looking around. “But I’m done with all that, túnel visón now only, ya know” he nodded to make sure I agreed with him. “You really like me?” “There’s no words for how much I like you babe, but yeah let’s go with that” he smirked, I put my hand on his cheek and mirrored his smirk before leaning in to kiss him.

He kissed me like he thought he’d never have the chance to again. He kissed me like he had missed me and that I loved. I matched his energy feeling my insides grow butterfly’s and my cheeks get hot. “I really like you back Rafe” I whispered leaning my forehead against his. “So no more secrets? Let’s be official, that way you can come to the parties with me” he smirked rubbing my cheek with his rough thumb. I nodded excitedly throwing my arms around his neck hugging him.

“Gosh, the privilege of being your first girlfriend” I giggled. He squeezed me “first and last, babe”.

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J.M / ALL MY FAULT

pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

summary: Jj convinces you to go surfing with him during a storm, you end up hurt and he feels awful.

a/n: this is kinda shitty and not at all proofread so i’m sorry but i love the idea of this js wish i wrote it better.

warning: mentions of blood and bruises, let me know if there should be others.

“oh come on y/n stop being such a baby” Jj teased. there was a bad storm coming but he was still trying to convince me to go surfing with him. “i love you Jayj but we’re gonna die if we surf right now, this is meant to be a really bad storm, after the storms cleared up i’ll surf with you, yeah?” i tried reasoning. “oh come on pleaseeee” he begged. “fine if it’ll shut you up” i mumbled but i couldn’t stop myself from slightly smiling as i saw how happy he got.

once we got out to the water i had a bad feeling. “J the waves are huge” i pointed out, hoping he’d change his mind. “it’ll be fine love, calm down” he responded as he kissed my temple and put his arm around me. “come on let’s go catch this wave it looks like it’ll be a good one”.

after a while of surfing you were starting to enjoy yourself as the worry faded, but then just as you were trying to catch a wave, it was so bad it pushed you right over and you fell off your surfboard. “Y/N” i heard Jjs muffled voice shout. i started to panic. i was too scared to actually swim properly so i was flailing around and could get back to the surface. just as i got back up another wave came and knocked me over again. i hit my face on my surfboard really hard then fell underwater again. Jayj swam towards me and pulled me back up for air. “shit angel are you okay?” he said while wiping the blood away from my nose, caused by hitting it just before. i was shaking, crying and i couldn’t get the words out so i just shook my head. J held me tight and grabbed our boards and quickly headed back home while the waves were calm for a moment.

when we got back he sat me on the counter in the bathroom and started cleaning me up. “shh it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay” he said trying to comfort me, but he sounded like his voice cracked in the middle of it, it sounded like he was, crying? by now i had started to calm down and had regulated my breathing. “i know my face just hurts a bit, are you okay though? you sound like you’re about to cry” i sniffled. he’s been avoiding eye contact the whole time and now is avoiding my question. “Jay?” i question and put my hand on his chin to lift his face up. i see a stray tear fall. “what’s wrong baby?” i ask calmly. he takes a deep breath before answering “this is all my fault” he mumbles so quietly it’s barely audible. “what?” i gasp, completely dumbfounded that he would even think for a second that any of this is his fault, how could it be? “this is all my fault y/n! i forced you into coming surfing with me even though there was a storm and now you’ve hurt your pretty little face” he slightly raised his voice, sounding panicked, as he gently runs his hand over my, now bruised, cheekbone. “this isn’t your fault Jayj i promise, i know you’d never intentionally let me get hurt, it’s okay.” i said, hoping it would make him feel better about the situation. “now let’s go just relax and watch a movie for a bit love”

[hydrngea]

ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ

a/n : first jj fic! this is mostly unedited, so sorry in advance. this fic was totally not inspired by a nostalgic bridget mendler song hope you enjoy <3 requests are open

notes/summary : you’re grounded and stuck reading romeo and julliet when a certain visitor tries to get your attention from your window. | jj x f!reader, fluff, no spoilers for obx3

word count : 833

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being grounded was not supposed to be a part of your weekend plans.

well, to be fair, it wasn’t the most prudent decision-making on your part either; sneaking in late from a party at the beach, drunk. especially on a school night too.

not your proudest moment, being caught red-handed by your parents as you tried and miserably failed to sneak into your bedroom window.

which is why you are here now- confined to the comfort of your home for the next two weeks. oh, and no electronics either.

phone? gone. laptop? also gone. hell, they even found your spare ipod from middle school in one of your drawers, so even your last resort is poof-gone.

so instead of being out with the rest of the pogues on another great adventure, you’re stuck, sitting at your bed catching up on reading romeo and juliet of all books for your english project due on monday.

you have to admit, it’s not the worst play your english teacher could’ve assigned. even with all the odd old-timey lingo, you’re still somewhat interested; likely because of the fact you hardly have anything else to entertain you, but still.

halfway through romeo’s sappy romantic monologue, you hear a loud clunk against your window. your gaze shoots up from the book up to the glass, contemplating whether to let it slide or get up to investigate.

you choose the former, too comfortable on top of your freshly made bed to set the book down and drag yourself over just to find nothing.

with a sigh, you restart the sentence you left on just to be interrupted once again by another thump coming from your window.

probably the gutter you think, until you see a pebble make contact with the aperture.

you push yourself up and trudge across the room.

your forehead presses against the cool glass whilst you try to find the source of the stones before you recognize the vague outline of someone standing in your front yard.

sliding the latch open, you lean against the ledge and stick your head out.

“hey! what do you think you’re-“

your sentence fades as your eyes meet jj’s, a big grin spread across his face.

another pebble lands on top of your roof and ricochets back onto your driveway.

“you weren’t answering our texts!” he shrugs, “someone had to make sure you didn’t die.”

you roll your eyes, combing your fingers through your hair. “jeezus j! wait there.”

you quickly paddle down the stairs, simultaneously thanking all the gods that your parents were fast asleep at this time of night. you open the back door and gesture for jj to come in, bringing a finger up to your lips.

 “you could’ve woken my parents up,” you chastize while half whispering-half yelling at him as he strides in, chuckling.

“you had me worried, sweetheart.”

the use of your pet name makes your frustration dim slightly. you let out a small sigh-and even though you find it impulsive of him to be throwing literal rocks at your window in the middle of the night- you can’t help but be relieved to see him here.

you shut and lock the door to your bedroom  as jj collapses onto your mattress, landing right on top of your open copy of the play.

“ow fuck,” he exclaims, jumping into a sitting position. he rubs at his hip where there's surely to be a bruise tomorrow from the point of the book. “what was that?”

you roll your eyes again, relaxing back onto your bed  beside him with your cheek resting on your hand.

“shakespeare.”

jj snorts, picking up the book and placing it on your side table, “since when do you read shakespeare of all things.”

“since i got grounded and i have nothing else to do.”

“you could do-“ 

your palm shoves into his chest before he can finish his sentence. “nu, uh. what were you doing out there at two in the morning?” you question.

“i’m sorry, my lady.” he over-exaggerates an apology, grasping your hands in his. “ will thou ever forgive thee?” he enunciates with the emulation of a shitty british accent. 

you arch your brow, “for tossing rocks at my window or for that horrible accent?”

“both?”

“hmm…”

“please?” jj juts his bottom lip out, feigning a pout, looking at you with his beautiful blue orbs.

you let out a giggle, scooting towards him until your front is pressed up by his. you throw your leg over his torso- straddling him- and place your hands on the back of his neck, playing with some stray strands of his blonde locks.

“hmm…well considering it’s what romeo did to get julliets attention, i guess I can’t blame you for trying to be a romantic,” you respond, lips meeting the skin underneath his jawline.

jj’s hands run over your back, sliding up your flimsy pajama top suggestively.

“i thought that was just a thing gnomeo did in gnomeo and julliet, if i’m being honest.” 

you chuckle against his neck, pulling back slightly to lock your eyes with his, “you’re fucking insufferable, jj.”

he tilts his chin up, bringing his lips to brush under yours, “love you too, babe.”

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[leilaxwhite]

Make You Feel My Love. // JJ Maybank Fluff

synopsis: JJ Maybank wasn’t one to learn what real love felt like, with him not having a parental figure in his life to show him love you show him what it's like to be loved and give love back. 

a/n: okay I'm absolutely in love with this new season and honestly season 4 needs to come like now, I was shocked when they announced it so soon but I'm excited and looking forward to it. I was listening to Adele's song Make You Feel My Love and thought of JJ when I heard it and automatically had to make a fic!! hope you enjoy it. this fic is a little short but its adorable. also, another announcement, I am currently taking requests, I have a google doc filled with story ideas and I will be glad to add your guys’ requests in there as well!! 

warnings: none really, tooth rotting fluff, literally no more warnings this fic is just to die for fluff lol. 

Ever since JJ was little, he never knew what love was, he was always the one to get the blunt end of his fathers hatred. It took a toll on him as he grew up, not feeling the love a normal child should changes someone. He never knew how to give love either and when he tried, he felt it wasn't real like people tell him about. that was until he met you. 

you were his saving grace, someone that actually loved him for him and not the things he did, though it was little things he got praised for. You didn't care for any of the negatives that happened in his life, every time he would bring it up you would always tell him “i don't see flaws, all I see is the boy that I love and will always love.” He really appreciated you but always felt that he wasn't giving the love he was receiving back. 

you never thought that way, you always knew he was giving it his all. You didn't know JJ growing up but from what he’s told you when he was having bad nightmares about his father, you knew his father was terrible and didn’t show him the love he deserved. 

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you and JJ are currently at the chateau cuddling on the couch watching a movie, these nights were always special to the both of you because you’d show him the most love, as you guys went along dating you came to realize JJ feels the safest when he’s little spoon. Every time you guys cuddle you make it you mission to always make him feel safe and comfortable. That’s where you are now, yare laying with you back to the arm rest and him lying in between your legs. 

“Hey love” JJ breaks the comfortable silence between the two of us while we watch the movie. “Yes baby?” I always thought our conversations were the best, they always felt so natural like I could talk to him for hours. “I love you, thank you for showing me what real love feels like.” with that my heart bursts, he is so pure and the look in his eyes tells me he really means that, I immediately wrap my arms around him as much as I can in the position, we’re in. 

Y/n will always be JJ Maybank first love and he couldn’t be happier. All he needed in his life was her. JJ Maybank knew he was going to marry this girl one day; he knew this was the girl he wanted a future with. 

[silverbyeol]

Ocean Breeze - JJ Maybank

Summary: JJ Maybank is finally living his dream- surfing around the world. His first stop? Sydney, Australia. 

Author’s note: Apologies for the lack of knowledge on anything surfing related. Everything is just made up. I tried my best to not include any gendered language or how you look. Hope you all enjoy~ 

Trigger warning: Sexual violence. Please take of yourself <3

Word count: about 3k

JJ found himself caught in the vibrant embrace of Sydney, Australia, an unexpected adventure unfolding before him. The allure of worldwide travel and catching waves had materialised right before his eyes, as he stood ready to take on an international surfing championship. This was not his first surfing competition, back in the states he won a few local ones that helped him fund this endeavour. 

Nerves pricked at him, the sun-kissed blonde meandered along the shoreline, observing the competitors huddled in conversation with their friends and coaches. Amidst the unfamiliar landscape, he found himself a solitary figure, a foreigner in a land of strangers. His friends back in North Carolina were entwined in their own lives, yet their promises to catch the live stream provided a tether to familiarity. Lost in thought, JJ's path led him to an accidental collision.

“Hey! Ow…”

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry…” JJ's gaze dropped swiftly to meet your disgruntled expression as you sat on your bum on the warm sand. Extending his tan toned arm, he helped you rise from the sand, an apologetic grin tugging at his lips. His blue eyes locked with yours, his features etched with a sheepish charm.

“My bad, I wasn't watching where I was headed. Sorry,” he said and reached to scratch the back of his neck. You noticed how attractive the young American was and your annoyance quickly faded, revealing a blend of curiosity and intrigue. 

“No worries, it was an accident. Happens,” you said to the man in your distinct Aussie accent as you dusted the sand off from your lower body, “I’m Y/n.” The energy between you two seemed to shift, JJ's awkward smile now evolving into an endearing grin. 

"JJ," he responded, his name rolling off his tongue with ease.

“You in the competition?” you inquired, eager to prolong this newfound connection. The enigma of JJ had piqued your interest.

“Yeah… You?” His interest mirrored yours, his curiosity eager for further interaction.

"Absolutely, been ridin' those competition waves for a while," you trailed off, a flicker of fascination dancing in your eyes. "Anyway, I won't keep you from your group any longer. You’re probably keen to rejoin your companions..."

“Nah… I’m flying solo. First time away from the states actually,” JJ confessed. 

“Oh? So I take it you haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing what our little continent has to offer? Say… I don’t go on for quite a while, you wanna join me and my friends?” Your rationale for inviting a stranger remained unclear – maybe it was his charm, or perhaps a sense of camaraderie for a fellow traveller finding his footing in a foreign land.

A raised eyebrow from JJ prompted a giggle from you, “Don’t worry. We don’t bite.”

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun,” he replied. For the first time in his life, JJ felt awkward and lost for words. He was always so talkative and outgoing, yet right now he felt out of place. 

“Perfect!” you brightly beamed, “We’re just down here,” as you guided JJ through the bustling beach scene, you led him to a shaded tent, where a group of people lounged, escaping the harsh sun rays.

“Hey, you lot. Smells good,” you said, making four heads turn towards your direction.

"Who's the fresh face?" A male voice expressed curiosity.

“Right. This is JJ, he’s here from the states,” you introduced, eyes shifting to JJ as the group's collective gaze turned his way.

“Hi.” he plainly said and gave a small wave with his fingers. 

“JJ, Vince over there,” you started as you pointed out the male who spoke, “is my coach and also a good friend. That bookworm there is Hannah. Olivia's busy with a board, and-”

“Y/n, forever adoptin' strays,” an unfamiliar voice interjected.

“And that’s Bryce. Don’t listen to him. Jealous because he’s never come close to bestin' me in a comp,” you playfully taunted. 

“Got any clue what you're signin' up for, blondie? Y/n's been sweepin' the comps for five straight years, no joke,” Bryce quipped, eyeing the American newcomer.

JJ's gaze lingered on you, tracing the contours of your face. Your name stirred a hint of recognition, a whisper of familiarity resonating. Y/n and Australia… 

“Hang on… you’re The Y/n? Sharky?” he said as it suddenly clicked to him. There was a collective laugh from the group at the nickname. 

“I hate that nickname, but yeah” you replied and rolled your eyes. 

During the next few hours, JJ found himself immersed in a camaraderie that felt like a homecoming. The group took to him right away and he felt as if he had known them for his whole entire life. Bryce grilled some fresh fish and vegetables for the group and offered JJ a plate. They even cheered for him from the shore as he surfed the waves during his competition entry. 

JJ quickly saw why he got along with your group so easily. They were just like his friends back home. Olivia was confident and passionate about everything she did, she was the John B of this group. Hannah's laid-back aura, quick wit, and bohemian flair mirrored Kie's vibe. Vince, the group's cautious thinker, embodied the Pope-like role of practicality and guidance. Bryce, though exhibiting a rebellious attitude, exuded a tender heart. And you, well, you remained an enigma, a unique presence unlike anyone JJ had known.

JJ watched you as you surfed during your entry. You looked determined and focused, there was nothing that could stop you as you rode the waves with passion and grace. 

"Y/n's really killing it," Vince noted, the group's eyes collectively fixated on your performance from the shore. Not only that, but the whole beach stood by as they watched you. JJ marvelled at the spectacle, the entire coastline captivated by your prowess. 

“And that was Y/n ‘Sharky’ L/n! Next up, please welcom-'' said a loud voice over a megaphone, but it faded into the background as JJ remained fixated on the water. Anticipation mounted, yet he remained rapt, unwilling to divert his gaze. Your return to the shore prompted a swell of applause, a triumphant smile gracing your lips.

“Y/n’s something else,” Olivia said to JJ, “We usually head back once the crowd gathers. Wanna hang with us, J?” she continued. The others from the group were already walking back to their spot at the beach. 

“Yeah sur-” he started, but was quickly cut off. 

A sudden masculine voice cut through the atmosphere. “Hey, Sharky!” The audacious salutation accompanied an unwelcome slap on your behind, the instigator sporting an unapologetic grin. “Impressive performance out t-” he attempted, but your voice silenced him.

“What the fuck?” you yelled out and without hesitation spun around, your fist connecting with the man's nose. He fell back and you started to scream, “Who do you think you are! Have some fucking respect you absolute pig!” 

Olivia intervened, attempting to lead you away from the escalating situation. "Come on, Y/n, people are watching."

“I don’t care who’s watching. This piece of garbage-” you said and looked down. The man was holding his nose as blood gushed out of it.

“You bitch! Look what you did to me!” he yelled as he started to get angry. 

“And I'd be thrilled to do much worse!” you yelled back and started lunging at him, but JJ acted swiftly as he caught you, halting your impending assault. 

"Let it go, he's not worth it. You'll only get yourself disqualified," JJ reasoned, his intentions sincere. You spun your head around and came face to face with his blue eyes. Those blue eyes reminded you of the ocean, you could get lost in them for hours. His calming presence ignited a connection that felt strangely familiar, like an unspoken kinship.

“You’re right.” you concluded and turned back to look at the perpetrator once more. He looked pathetic on the sand as he held his bloody nose in his hand, “You’re not worth my time.” you said. Before you left, you made sure to spit on the man as you mumbled an insulting curse under your breath. 

There it is… before now, JJ couldn’t quite figure out who you reminded him of, but he saw that you and him had a few similar qualities. You stormed away from everyone, walking along the shore towards an unknown destination. JJ was at a loss of what to do. 

“JJ, go,” Olivia motioned the blonde to follow after you while picking up the dropped surfboard, “I'll fill in the group about what happened.” 

“Right.” JJ said and started quickly walking after you keeping a cautious distance. If JJ was in your shoes right now, what would he want? JB usually just pulled him off and they would leave and never talk about it. Would you want to talk about what happened? That man definitely got what he deserved and-

“You’re a loud thinker, JJ,” you said and the both of you suddenly stood face to face again, just centimetres away from each other's bodies. 

“I’m not good with this kind of stuff, but are you okay?” he asked and suddenly felt stupid. Of course you weren’t okay, you just got assaulted. You rolled your eyes and a smirk made its way on your lips. 

“Can we not talk about that?” you said and dropped down to sit on the warm sand. JJ followed suit, sitting so close to you that your shoulders were almost touching. 

“Okay, but that strike was pretty sick…” he said with a small smile on his face. You playfully shoved his shoulder, “You’re a bit feisty aren’t you?” he said in a flirtatious tone.

“A bit? More like a lot.” you corrected and turned your head to lay it on his shoulder. 

A comfortable silence engulfed the two of you as you watched the waves hit the shore and roll back into the ocean. Distant sounds of voices were coming from where the surfing competition was happening, but they were drowned out by the sound of the water and birds. 

“How’d you get the nickname Sharky?” JJ broke the silence. Without saying anything you straightened up and, with a graceful motion, you began shedding your wetsuit. On your upper right arm was a bumpy scar and suddenly JJ understood. 

“Bit by a shark,” you said nonchalantly, as though recounting an everyday occurrence, “I’ve been surfing ever since I could walk. My parents were big surfers, so naturally I was born a gifted child. I reckon it happened when I was ten years old. Obviously it was scary when it happened, but I’ve moved on. Ever since then, I got that nickname. It was cute when I was a kid, now it just seems childish,” 

“Looks like you gave ol’ Jaws out there a run for his money, huh?” JJ smirked as he joked. 

“I reckon I'm a pretty irresistible catch in those waters," you retorted with a flirtatious edge.

“Should have ‘Catch of the Day’ written across your forehead,” JJ suggested, eliciting a laugh from you.

“Glad I could win a showdown with Jaws. It’s a hell of a story.” you said and the laughter started to die down. 

“Glad you won too. Means that I get to meet you,” JJ said, catching you off guard. His blue eyes were unreadable as he studied your face. Perched on the sand, he looked downright irresistible. You felt an overwhelming urge to lean in, to bridge the distance, and seal the moment with a kiss. Your eyes started to close, the anticipation building, but just as the electric tension peaked, a sudden interruption snapped you back to reality.

“Hey! You two!” yelled the voice of Vince who was running towards the pair of you. The both of you turned around towards the sounds looking guilty as if you just got caught by your mom stealing cookies. You quickly stood up and dusted yourself off from the sand, JJ following your motion. 

“What’s up?” you asked Vince who was slightly panting. 

“They’re going to announce the winners in five. Let’s go.” Vince finished and the three of you headed back towards the populated area of the beach. You glanced at JJ from your peripheral vision and noticed that he was already looking at you with an amused grin. 

“I won’t be surprised if you get first again. Everyone else was shit…” Vince talked to you, but you weren’t paying any attention. Your gaze was lost in the blue eyes of the blonde American. 

The award ceremony was the most nerve wracking part of the whole competition. The anticipation of who placed was eating away at everyone, but you. You felt accomplished today and if you were to lose or not place, you wouldn’t really mind. There were more people gathered here now than earlier as they anticipated seeing a glimpse of you winning yet another trophy. JJ’s name was called during a lower division group for second place. Even though they only met today, the whole crew was proud of him and excited about the future of his surfing career.

Finally, after about 30 mins, the top division and overall winners of the competition were being announced, “And now… The moment we have all been waiting for. In first place, with a nearly perfect score, we have Australia’s very own, SHARKY!” the announcer called, making the crowd erupt with a roar of cheer. You left your group of friends and headed for the makeshift stage. Volunteers of the event swarmed you, putting a flower crown over your head and handing you a trophy. Reporters snapped pictures of you and the second and third place champions as you all stood there smiling and holding your trophies.

Emotions were high as everyone tried to get an interview or picture/autograph with you. It was quite overwhelming actually. Adults started crowding you and a small voice squeaked from amongst their legs. 

“Hey! Stop!” you yelled and the commotion seemed to die down instantaneously, “Let the kid through. You’ll stomp her to death!” you exclaimed loudly, bashing the adults for their recklessness. A small girl was pulled from the crowd and suddenly she stood in front of you as you towered over her. 

“Hello…” she said timidly and you crouched down to meet her at eye level. 

“Hi, what’s your name?” you questioned with a smile. 

“I’m Ellie… I am a big fan,” she continued. 

“Well, Ellie, how about you and I take a picture? Where are you parents?” you questioned and took the girl’s hand into your own. Everyone who crowded you parted as you and Ellie walked off in search of her parents. Moments like these are what you loved most about being a ‘celebrity’, it was the knowing that you can inspire a child to get on that board and ride those waves. Seeing the smiles and sparkling glinting eyes made it all worth it. 

“Thank you so much!” exclaimed the parents of the girl after you took a picture. 

“No problem,” you said with a smile and then turned to the little girl, “I’ll see you out on the waves some day, yeah?” you asked and she nodded her head with confidence. 

“Y/n!” yelled the voices of your friends who were all walking towards you with smiles on their faces. 

“Congrats, mate. Well-deserved victory,” Vince said and he gave you a congratulatory hug. 

“You killed it!” 

“Unstoppable, really. Did you see that bloke's mug? He was fumin'!.” 

The chorus of pride and encouragement swirled around you, yet your gaze wandered, searching for your new American friend. A grin spread across your face as your eyes locked, and the two of you gravitated toward one another.

“Congrats on that shiny trophy.” JJ said pointing to the heavy object in your hands. 

“Thanks. You too.” you replied 

“Oh? This wee thing? I’m coming for that prize next,” JJ declared playfully, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

“If you keep it up, who knows? Maybe in a gazillion years, you'll catch up to my level,” you teased, a hint of mischief in your response.

“Is that a wager, then?” JJ's raised eyebrow prompted a chuckle from you.

“Nah, just statin' the facts. But who knows, maybe in the next eon,” you bantered, punctuating your remark with a cheeky wink, “When are you going back home?” you asked in a hopeful tone. 

“Tonight. Got a plane at 11,” JJ revealed, momentarily dimming your hopes of future encounters.

“Well, that's a bummer. I would've loved to show you the true gems of Australia. You've barely scratched the surface,” you said, a touch of wistfulness in your tone.

“Yeah, wasn't here long enough, but I've got a good reason to return,” JJ responded, a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

“Oh?” you questioned, feeling your saddened mood lift, “What’s your next competition?” you questioned, already excited about seeing the man once again. 

“Heading to Florida next month. You gonna be there?” JJ asked, his anticipation mirrored in your own excitement.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure you understand who rules the waves,” you teased.

“Hah, Florida's my turf, Sharky. Get ready to see how we do it,” JJ retorted, a playful glint in his gaze.

“Maybe after you totally and undeniably defeat me on the waves, you could take me out for a date?” you casually suggested, a grin tugging at your lips.

“You got yourself a deal, Sharky,” JJ agreed, his smile growing broader.

“See you in Florida, Blondie,” you concluded with a smirk, sealing the pact between you two with a firm handshake.

Thanks for reading (: 

[theaterkidbookie]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Outer Banks (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Kiara "Kie" Carrera/JJ Maybank, Sarah Cameron/John B. Routledge, Cleo/Pope Heyward

Chapter 2!!!!

“Y’know, a joint sounds so good right now.”

“I have a few rolled in the surf shack, maybe we smoke a few and go catch a few waves when we get back?”

“Hell yea,” John B and Kie say at the same time.

“Maybe not smoking and surfing at the same time guys, not smart.”

“We’ve done it before Pope, we’ve had plenty of practice,” I joke.

“Y’know, I actually get better at surfing when I’ve smoked a J. That’s when I beat JJ at surfing, I have a better center of balance when I take my edge off.”

“No, you beat me after we’ve smoked because my center of balance gets worse, not because you get better,” I fight, “You actually get significantly worse.”

“Lies, you’re just trying to defend yourself J. You know Kie gets better than you,” John B. adds in. A slight hum comes from Pope.

“As much as I don’t condone this, Kie’s right, JJ.”

“Jokes on you J, 3 against 1, I’m right, you’re wrong.”

“I’m not convinced. I guess we’ll have to test it when we get back,” feeling a little confident I wink at her and her cheeks get rosy.

[sykokittyy]

okay yalll ima need yall to send me some fanfic requests, okay? whether it be smut, angst, or fluff it doesn’t matter just send me the ask. just as long as its not on some weird. ill take request for house of the dragons, american horror story, stranger things, game of thrones, and outerbanks… go ahead and send them before i close my requests 💕.

xoxo, sykokittyy 💋

[sunraies]

Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that she’s not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that she’s sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while he’s with The boys and she’s in her pj’s telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times 🥹

Sleepy baby

As requested above

Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.

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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.

You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.

Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.

At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.

But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.

You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.

Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.

The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.

"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.

"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.

"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.

All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.

"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.

"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"

Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.

Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby 😍 💍'

He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.

"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"

If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.

What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.

He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.

"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.

"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them

"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.

"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"

You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.

"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.

"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.

"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.

"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.

He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby 😍💍 - I really do love you ❤️😘'

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Do you love me?

Pairings - Rafe x reader

Summary - you catch Rafe watching porn. Based on this ask

Warnings - masturbation, porn, reader being sad, language, unprotected sex. (18+)

A/n- always have the conversation with your partner about porn, some people don’t care but others do so please don’t leave any rude comments.

When you had gone looking for your boyfriend around 11pm you had expected to find him asleep on the couch, credits to the movie the two of you had tried watching running in the background. White noise helped him sleep. What you hadn’t expected to find was your boyfriend watching porn, on the big screen. His cock between his hand as he tugged himself, soft moans and grunts spewing from his lips as he watched the scene in front of him.

A perfect curved blonde bounced on a thick cock, her pussy was immaculate. No hair or razor burn to be seen, just complete bareness. She was everything you weren’t, even the noises she made was better.

You had been so naive to think he didn’t watch porn, to believe you were enough to satisfy his needs. Of course you weren’t, you didn’t look like the girl on the screen. Your curves weren’t perfect, your hair didn’t look like that and you definitely didn’t sound or act the way she did which apparently had Rafe beating his cock harder.

Stepping away from the door you creeped back to the bedroom, the tears fell before you even made it under the blanket. Your body shaking against the mattress in sadness, this shouldn’t have such an affect on you. Everyone watches porn, you’ve watched porn but that was before Rafe. Before you had his perfect body at your disposal.

Pressing the palms of your hands into your face to ease the tears, taking deep breaths to stop the noises. The sound of the living room door closing has you burrowing under the blanket, hiding your face so he can’t see you.

It feels like hours go by before he steps into the room, moving around quietly as he strips his clothes off. He always slept naked, a sight you’d never get over. You feel his side of the bed dip and the ruffle of the blanket, you don’t expect his arm to pull you against his chest. “You're awake” he whispers, the thump of your heart giving you away. His hand pressed firmly just above your breast, you stay quiet though. Hoping he just lets you go to sleep but of course he doesn’t, he’s spinning your body like a rag doll. “Why’s your heart beating so fast?”.

The room is pitch black, he’s unable to see your bloodshot eyes. His fingers dance up and down your spine waiting for your answer. “Not sure” your voice is raspy, a tell tale sign something’s wrong. His hand is hitting the bedside lamp within seconds, towering over your small frame. Fingers cupping your cheek softly, his eyes search your face and a deep frown settle between his eyebrows. “Why have you been crying?”.

You push at his chest, turning until your back is to him. Embarrassment settles in your chest, a sudden wave of nausea rushes through you. “Babe, don’t do that. Tell me why you’ve been crying?”

With all the confidence you can muster you turn slightly, looking him directly in the eyes. “Do you still love me?”

The deep chuckle vibrates his chest and he pulls himself to sit, your cheeks tinted red in anger and embarrassment you press your face into the pillow. “Oh hey hey babe no. Of course I love you. Why would you ask me that?”

His grabby hands prod you in the side, pulling at your waist so he can see your face. You slap his hands away when they reach for your face again, moving yourself until you say against the headboard. Knees pressed firmly to your chest, arms wrapped tight around you. “Are you attracted to me?” Tears start falling before you can catch them, bottom lip wobbling as you stare at him. The sobs come hard and fast, he’s holding your face firmly.

This time he stares at you, it's intense and you feel shy under his gaze. “Of course I am… your fucking perfect”

Your eyes rolled hard, no you weren’t. The tears keep coming but the attitude fights it way through. “Don’t roll your eyes” he grasps your wrists, yanking you until you straddle his lap. “No I'm not.. I don’t look like those girls”

Confusion evident on his face as he waits for you to explain, so unsure on what has made you feel this way. “Those girls” you whispered, too shy to explain you had caught him masterbsting to porn earlier. “Your going to need to explain baby”

“The girls in porn” you blurt, the corner of his lips turning up. A lightbulb going off above his head, he realises you must have seen him earlier. “I went to find you… I thought you’d fallen asleep, I didn’t mean to see you- you’know”.

Gripping your chin with his forefinger and thumb he angles your face up at him, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You think I don’t love you because of the girls in porn?”

You nod your head in embarrassment, you know you shouldn’t be feeling these things. “I was right here.. why didn’t you ask me to help?”

“Oh baby… your fucking perfect, those girls aren’t what I want. You are what I want… I watch porn when I don’t want to annoy you”

“Your not annoying me”

“Your pussy is fantastic, the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough of it, I can’t get enough of fucking you… I love fucking you”

“Sweet girl, my sex drive is insane. I’m constantly horny, I can’t expect you to be willing and waiting for me every second of the day”

“Yes you can Rafe… if I’m around then use me, I understand if I’m not around. Of course porn would be your go to but I’m right here, I want you just as much as you want me and if it’s not sex you want, I’ll get on my knees for you”

He grins Cheshire Cat like, pupils blown to the max. His lips attack yours in one swift swoop, tongue slipping between your lips. It’s messy and full of heat, his grabby hands caress the skin of your exposed thighs.

Grinding you down onto his crotch, you can feel him hardening under you. You had forgotten he was naked for a brief moment, reaching down to grasp his cock. With just a few small tugs he was completely hard, throbbing in your palm. “Fuck baby… I hope you mean what your saying, I’m going to fuck this pussy until it’s a weeping mess every day… multiple times of the day” he states, kissing down the length of your neck.

He’s pulling your shorts to the side, pressing the head of his cock to your opening. Without warning you push down on him, his cock stretching you wide. “Shit… baby girl, I just about came. You feel so fucking good” he growls, he scoops your breasts out of the loose tank top. Sucking your nipples into his mouth harshly, your hips roll and bounce above him. “Not so fast, I want to show you how much I love fucking you” he breaths, wrapping his arm around your back he places you onto the bed.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you, it's deep and slow. Your walls spasm around him each time he nudges your clit, his lips suck deep purple bruises into your neck. “Oh yes Rafe… I can’t- I need you to go faster” you breath, your orgasm was fluttering.

Pressing the heels of your feet into his lower back, he shook his head moving his lips across your jaw onto your lips. His pace quickened only by a fraction, not enough to bring you over the edge. “Going slow baby.. want you to understand how much I love you and how much I love this body, you are the only person I want”

You nod your head, understanding his words. You had over reacted to what you had seen, completely understanding why he used porn at certain times. “Yes baby.. I understand. Please”

He loved hearing you beg, he knew you were close by the way your cunt sucked him deeper. He reached between you, pressing his fingers to your aching clit. “Yes yes yes”

This was enough to have you crying out under him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in close. Fingernails racking up the length of his back as your orgasm washed over you, he was quick to follow, still sensitive from his previous abuse on his cock.

“I love you baby… not porn okay”

“I know, but I was serious… use me okay. I’m here whenever you want me”

“Your going to regret that”

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[probably-writing-x]

Needy

Summary:

Warnings: Drugs / alcohol use, fluffy as heck

Author’s Note: A little bit of a shorter one but I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much for this request, requests are still open if you have any other suggestions xoxo

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It was like there was a little instinct in you that only switched on when you knew he was going out. Normally, you were a deep sleeper, Rafe always joked that you wouldn’t wake up even if the house was on fire - although he reminded you he’d gladly look like the knight in shining armour that carried you out. Though, in the nights when Rafe was out - at a party, drinking on a yacht somewhere, at the bar - you had an instinct in you that woke you up to the quietest noise. Part of you was aware of the fact that you only woke up because you never slept well when Rafe wasn’t in bed with you anyway, but it was nice to think that it was just a protective little intention inside of you to want to know he was home safe.

Your phone pings and the screen glows around your room, casting shadows over the the walls with the blue light. The small bubble of a notification grows over the lockscreen you had of Rafe - a photo of him eyes shut and grinning at you on the beach, you’d snapped it in the quick second before he realised you were taking a photo. The message, of course, is from him too.

R yuo awaek???

You roll your eyes and laugh a little, squinting against the brightness of the screen as you go to respond.

I am now! Everything okay baby?

He is typing almost instantly but the bubble appears and disappears - clearly with his attempts at writing and rewriting the message without mistakes.

caann i come inn?

Before you can even start to respond, you hear the drum of lazy knocking on your front door, out of rhythm and loud against the wood in the quiet of your house. You push the bed sheets off of your frame and hurry downstairs, Rafe’s shirt open over your bikini-like pyjamas.

You unlatch the door and poke your head around the frame, eyeing Rafe who is leant against one side of the arch surrounding the front door. His eyes are half shut, one arm underneath his head against the brick frame, his lips parted.

“Hello sunshine,” You laugh quietly, you open the door a little wider, glancing behind you to make sure the sound of his knocking hadn’t woken up your parents or, worse, your brother.

“(Y/N)!” Rafe grins lazily, dragging out the last syllable of your name, his eyes trying to open and clearly failing, “You’re…. Here.”

“At my own home? Yes,” You giggle, “If you come inside do you promise to be quiet?”

He pushes himself to stand up straight, wiggling a finger in your direction, “I’ll be so…” Rafe pauses as a belch rises in his chest, “Quiet.”

You shake your head, “Okay, don’t say anything until we get into my room okay?”

Rafe nods exaggeratively and then groans at the feeling in his head, outstretching his hands in a grabby motion for you to take. You lace your fingers with one of his hands and wrap your closer arm around his back, trying to somewhat support his weight as he towers over you.

“Alright, one step at a time big guy,” You sigh, holding onto him tightly as he stumbles towards the stairs.

Rafe grips tightly onto the bannister as the two of you ascend the winding staircase, wrapping up towards your room.

“Are your parents here?” Rafe hisses, his attempt at being quiet in the silent house.

“They are, yeah,” You stumble with his weight against your side, “I don’t think you want to say hello to them right now though.”

He grumbles something under his breath as the two of you finally reach your bedroom and you quickly shut and bolt the door behind you, flicking on the light against the wall so that the room glows with a yellow-white light. Rafe flops himself down onto your bed, spreading his arms out either side of him like a starfish.

“No, no, no,” You reach out your arms for him to pull himself back up, “Sit up for me.”

He groans and sits himself forward, slumping a little as his shoulders drop. You crouch down so that you’re as close to his eyeline as you can get.

“Can you look at me, babe?” You squeeze his hands and he eventually forces his eyes open, squinting at you until they relax and open normally.

The colour of his eyes is darkened by the way his pupils have dilated so widely, the whites of his eyes tainted a little by red bloodshot lines.

“What have you had tonight, Rafe?” You run a hand over the side of his face, where his cheeks are red and there’s a graze running down from his temple to his cheekbone.

He shakes his head, “Too much.”

“Yeah?” You laugh, “Do you want to go to bed?”

He shakes his head again.

“Do you need to be sick?”

Another shake.

“What do you want?”

“I want a bath,” He grumbles, pouting like a child.

“Rafe, it’s like two in the morning, you don’t need a bath,” You shake your head, trying so desperately hard to not give in when he looked this adorable.

“I do,” He nods his head once again, “Pleaaaaaaseeeee.”

You take a deep breath in and let it out, “Alright, come on then sleepy. But you need to be quiet, you need to not fall asleep in the bath, and you need to not drown in the bath.”

He giggles, hiccuping halfway through, “Promise.”

Rafe follows behind you as you go into your en-suite, flicking the light on and telling him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. He follows suit and plops himself down, leaning his head against the wall with his eyes fluttering shut.

“So you had a good night?” You ask, running your hand underneath the water to check the temperature.

He nods slowly, “Are you mad at me?”

You turn around midway through pouring some bubble bath under the stream of water, frowning, “Why would I be?”

His eyes open enough to see you, “Why would you be?”

“Stop answering my questions with other questions,” You laugh, walking over to him.

He opens up his arms and you step into them, his head turning to press the side against your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp just gently. He hums against the contact, tightening his hold around you.

“What would I do without you?” He mumbles, his breath fanning hot over your mid-drift.

“Crash and burn?” You smile, bending down to kiss the top of his head.

You pull his arms from around you and go to turn off the tap to the bath, swirling your hand around the water to check that it wasn’t too hot.

“Alright, you can get in,” You encourage, “I’ll be back in a second.”

By the time you get back, he’s already in the bath, his head tilted back against the side of it, eyes shut but his hands moving through the water enough for you to know he’s still awake. You sit down on the toilet seat and tuck your legs beneath you, a book in your hand.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, poking one eye open to watch you.

“Making sure you don’t drown,” You shrug nonchalantly, “If I leave you’re going to go to sleep.”

He mumbles something incoherently before saying, “What are you reading?”

“Daisy Jones and The Six,” You respond.

“Read it to me.”

“I don’t think it’s your kind of thing,” You laugh but you know he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

With that, he sinks his head beneath the water and comes back up, hair sticking damp against the sides of his head, and you start to read from the chapter you were just on, pausing every so often when he asked questions about the characters he didn’t know, or when he started to hiccup and you would wait until he was done.

~~~

Half an hour later, Rafe has reluctantly decided to get out of the bath and you’ve got back into bed, waiting for him to come back out of the bathroom. He’s wearing just his boxers, stumbling a little on his way towards the bed. He flops himself down, sighing in relief at the feeling.

You outstretch your arms and he crawls into them, his head on your chest, his legs bent at an angle so that they don’t stick out at the end of the mattress. He yawns and buries himself closer to you, pressing lazy kisses over your chest.

“Don’t let me go out again,” He grumbles, “Just tell me to stay in with you.”

You laugh and run your hand through his hair, “You say this every time you go to one of those parties.”

He groans, “I mean it.”

He tightens his arms around you, pulling himself impossibly closer with no space between. Eventually, his breaths start to even out and there’s the low rumble of a snore against your chest, his breath fanning out over your skin. You shuffle to make yourself more comfortable, your arm starting to tingle underneath him. One more kiss to the top of his head and you let yourself fall asleep too, sleeping better than you ever would without him here.

[seriesxwriting]

I have a request for rafe!!

basically reader was in a toxic relationship before rafe and still don’t know how to act bc he’s good to her?? like she asks if he’s ok with her clothes and if she can use one specifically bikini … rafe just notice theses things and ask her why she always do that and if he did something for her to feel that way and she tells him everything ( english is not my first language so I’m sorry if it’s confusing)

Omgg!! Thank you so much for this request i love your idea and i hope i can capture it in my writing how you imagined it!! (also your English is really good, don’t worry <3)

Forhead kisses

W rafe cameron

Series- outer banks

Warnings- talks about a previous toxic relationship, kissing, swearing, mentions of fighting.

Summary- request ❤️

Phone call-

Rafe-“Hey gorgeous im outside, are you ready?”

Y/n-“Um- no not really im so sorry, could you come in please i need to ask you something?”

Rafe- “Don’t apologise hun, ill be up in a second”

Y/n- “Thank you rafe- ill see you in a sec”

Rafe stopped the engine on his jeep and stepped out going towards my house, walking up the brick steps. He let himself in as my parents weren’t in and came straight up to my room where i was waiting for him.

“Morning gorgeous” he smiled pushing the door open and walking over to me. “Hey handsome” i smiled brightly feeling Rafe embrace me in his arms, he placed a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. I loved when he did that, i felt so safe. “What did you need to ask me” he wondered taking a place on my bed hugging one of my pillows, while watching over at me standing in front of the mirror.

“Can i wear this today like- like what do you think of this- is it okay?” I stuttered awkwardly, turning my body towards him. “You look amazing hun like always, you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in” rafe gave up a simple smile. He was so cute. “Really? -I really like this bikini I brought it last year but i haven’t worn it yet” “i like it, red suits you”.

“Thank you- let me grab some shorts and then we can get a move on” i smiled feeling all warm inside. Rafe did that to me. I collected my things for the beach and we left the house getting into the car. Rafe opened the car door for me, my stomach felt like butterflies were fluttering around in a frenzy anytime rafe did something like that for me. It was just so thoughtful, I wasn’t used to the princess treatment.

“I also wanted to apologise for not texting you back last night” i looked over at him sitting in the drivers seat he was concentrating hard on the roads. “You’ve already done that hun, its okay you were with family i get it” “so you wasn’t angry I didn’t text you all night?” I questioned biting my lip. “Well i missed you but of course not, you were busy your allowed to have a life” rafe moved his hand to my thigh rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Rafe” i voiced lowly after he’d finished parking up the car, he looked over at me staring into my eyes. “I love you” i placed my hand on top of his. “I love you too” he smiled across to me moving over to kiss my forehead again. There were them damn butterflies again.

Seems my parents were away with family today therefore me and rafe had planned to spend it together by going to the beach first and then out on a date when it got dark. The whole thing was Rafe’s idea I would have just suggested watching films all day in my bed. He got out the car picking up both our bags on the way. Then we made our way down to the sand. We laid our towels down leaving our stuff there and spontaneously ran into the big blue sea splashing about with each other like children.

“Oh my god Rafe! i cant believe you just soaked my hair like that” i giggled splashing him back with all my force. “You splashed me first” he laughed swimming towards me, i swam away best I could in fits of laughter but of course the boy caught me pulling me towards him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms, his neck. “Got you” he whispered pecking me on the lips. “Hm, im okay with it” i shrugged leaning in to kiss him softly.

One of his hands was fastened to my waist while the other move to my cheek. “So, where do you want to eat later?” Rafe smiled pulling away to ask his question. “We don’t have to go out if its too much hassle we can get a takeaway, your staying around anyway” “making you happy isnt a hassle y/n, besides i want to take you out”. I smiled an involuntary smile, i couldn’t help it he just made me feel so content.

“I was thinking the high cotton in Charleston, i’ll drive” “thats fancy” I smirked raising an eyebrow. “Have you been?” “no but my parents went for their anniversary, apparently its hard to get a reservation” “Not if your friends with the owner” rafe winked making me chuckle. “Sounds perfect, i cant wait” “me too, cant wait to see your outfit” Rafe wiggled his eyebrows at me.

My heart dropped. Shit what was i going to wear. It was a fancy restaurant so I couldn’t be under dressed and i had to look sensible too. I had to cover up a bit so I looked modest but i wanted to look good too. And rafe has to like the outfit obviously, he had to approve first.

“Come on, lets go get dry so we can pick up an ice cream” rafe nodded at the shore. “Only if i can choose the place” I bargained with him. “What ever you want beautiful” rafe told me shrugging.

Later on that evening-

“Y/n, hun are you alright you’ve been in there for like half an hour” rafe knocked on my walk-in wardrobe door. “Um- yeah, two seconds” i called out to my boyfriend while looking in my mirror fluffing my hair out over my shoulders. I opened the door, Rafe was standing at my dresser wearing a suit, he turned around to look at me. His eyes automatically widened.

“Can i wear this dress? Does it look okay” “sit down gorgeous” rafe nodded at the bed, my heart dropped with fear but still i did as he said. Rafe wondered over, perching next to me. “You look stunning, your perfect everything about you is” rafe told me looking into my eyes.

“Be honest, h- have i done something to make you think your not?” He asked me softly “what! No rafe- not at all you treat my like im an actual princess” i smiled weakly knowing what was coming.

“You can wear what ever you want, you know that right? You don’t have to get my permission i would never tell you that you cant- ill never be angry if you don’t text be because your busy” rafe took my hand rubbing his soft thumb across it. “Its not you rafe-its me” i looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

“Whatever’s bothering you, you can talk to me I’ll always listen to you, i love you y/n” “I want to tell you- but im so scared you’ll think im being stupid” “stupid would be the last thing id associate you with” he shook his head vigorously.

“Before you- before i even knew you i was dating this guy, he was like the complete opposite of you he was mean and selfish and he didn’t trust me and i was so blind to it all back then” i half laughed while wiping a tear away. “He would tell me I couldn’t wear things like- um the red bikini i wore today because I looked too fat or- or he’d get piss at me if other boys looked at me, or if I didn’t text him back, when he got angry he would just- degrade me”

“He called me stupid and ugly and shallow- and other awful words rafe and i still stayed with him because i was so fucking blind even though it hurt me every time. I didn’t think i was really effected after we broke up but when i got into a relationship with you i didn’t know how to act, i just became scared that I wasn’t good enough i just wanted to make sure that you were happy because I can’t lose you and I couldn’t go through that again” i ranted completely crying my eyes out now. Rafe opened his mouth but I needed to say one more thing.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think i was comparing you to him because im not I promise, i think i just have some major trauma” i laughed at the end to help myself feel better.

Out of nowhere rafe leaned in to hug me. And i just broke down even more, crying on his broadshoulder. “Im so sorry you went through that” he whispered in my ear, his hand held my head safely in his shoulder. “You don’t deserve that y/n your beautiful and your body is perfect, you light up any room you walk into and if he couldn’t see all of that in you then he didn’t deserve you” rafe told me.

My crying slowly came to a stop and i dried my eyes looking back at his face now. “You don’t need to be sorry rafe” i shook my head. “You make me feel special every day, you make me feel loved and like im enough, you make me feel happy but most of all you make me feel safe” i raised my hand to his face.

“I mean i didn’t even know what a forehead kiss was until i met you- there my favourite” i confessed laughing quietly. “Its not your fault you know that right, some people just aren’t brought up right- how someone could do that to someone as bright as you i don’t understand” he told me softly.

“Your feeling are valid and i will help you get over this because you are enough y/n. And i will never ever treat you like that, whatever happens” rafe shook his head “i love you rafe, so much” “i love you too y/n, so much” he smiled pulling me close to kiss my forehead. He knew now.

“What was his name” rafe asked me after a few seconds. “No rafe” i shook my head smirking, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “y/n what was his name” rafe asked me again seriously. “It doesn’t matter” “of course it matters he cant get away with talking to you like that, putting you through that toxicity”

“It doesn’t Because he’s my past and your my future i don’t want to remember him or anything that happened” “fine, you don’t have to tell me but if we run into him or if he sends you once little message even if he fucking likes your insta photo i will kick the shit out of him” rafe told me with closed fists and no hint of a joke. He wasn’t joking i knew he wasn’t. “Okay” i nodded rubbing his cheek trying to calm him down.

“Im so glad that weights lifted and we’ve spoken through it” “so am i hun, so am i” rafe held the hand that was on his face.

“Do you still want to go out? We can still get that take away” “no way I didn’t dress up this hot to just take it off again” i shook my head smirking standing up now. “Thats the spirit” rafe joined me standing now. “You sure your okay?” He checked once more.

“Of course i am im with you, im safe”.

[stvolanis]

my minds just so full of thoughts of s3 rafe w/ his little housewife!!

he’s so freaking sweet. Gushing to all of his buddies at the country club about the cute little bell who makes him the best meals after a hard day of tormenting the pogues! And all of them are just like “yeah..uhuh..okay..” cause he never shuts up about you! But when you bring them all a fresh batch of peanut butter cookies with that warm smile on your face, they completely understand why Rafe is so smitten with you C:

Rafe would spoil you rotten for treating him so good! shopping sprees on the weekends, and duh, your nails are always done!! you said you wanted a new vintage von dutch mini skirt that barely covers your ass? Done! Rafe bough 5 of them in different colors and styles. Anything you look at for a little too long, or your fingers barely graze over, will be bought so beware!! Don’t even get me started on how Rafe would have flowers sent to you when he’s away on missions, always so pretty and fresh, and always your favorites.

but Rafes favorite part about his housewife? The way you let him stuff your cunt no matter what. You’re cooking? He’s got you bent over with his mushroom tip pounding at your cervix as you desperately try to flip the pancakes before they burn. you’re folding clothes? He’ll bounce you up and down on his cock till you lose focus of what you’re supposed to be doing, too drunk on the way he feels inside of you. Cleaning? Of course he stresses you out when his cum spills onto the freshly mopped floor, so he has you lick it up!! “S’not my fault it wouldn’t all fit in your mouth.” He’d huff out.

his breeding kink would be through the roof with you! his mind spirals at the thought of you with you belly round and swollen, evidence of how good he is to you. You’re so sweet and gentle, you’d be such a good mama to his kids! He can imagine himself walking into his home to the sight of you with a toddler that looks just like the both of you being bounced on your hip. You’d pepper him with kisses, and your little one would crawl out of your arms just to be with him.

Safe to say, Rafe is definitely obsessed with you.

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