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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter Three
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Summary: Bucky drives you back to his place and makes the two of you dinner when you washed up. He insisted on taking care of you until you started to feel like yourself again. But you started to feel like you were running from your old life so you decided it was time to go back.
Notes: character death, character mourning, lots of grief and angst, self isolation
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You dropped your weekender bag at your feet and gently take the groceries from Bucky’s hands.
He hesitates a moment but soon realizes that he couldn’t physically hold four bags in his and unlock the door.
You held the paper bags patiently in your arms while he can unlocked the door.
He opens the door for you to walk through and set the bags on the kitchen counter. He sets your weekender bag on the couch.
“I don’t understand the whole paper bag thing. It takes up so much space and it rips! It’s so inefficient.” He rants, narrowing his eyes at the torn paper bag on the counter.
“They’re trying to be environmentally friendly,” you said with a chuckle. “What does that even mean?”
You couldn’t help but smile at how passionately against paper bags Bucky was.
“Well paper bags are easier to recycle,” “Recycling,” he repeats with a disappointed sigh. “Sorry, I’m acting like an old man again.” He adds, noticing your amused smile.
“No, that’s- I needed that. Thank you.” He scratches the back of his head, unsure of what to say.
“I’ll help you bring in the rest of the groceries,” he stops you when you tried to leave.
“That’s not necessary, doll. I can handle this. You can take your shower and relax a bit while I cook dinner.”
Steve said something like that to you before. He advances to the door but your voice stops him.
“I’ll.. probably take a while because I have to detangle all of this,” you motion to your curly hair peeking out of the head scarf.
“I’m a patient man,” he reassures before leaving opening the door and leaving.
**
Releasing a sigh of relief, you dropped your sore arms when you finish the last braid. You kept the bathroom door open when you got dressed after your shower, wanting to circulate the steam out of the bathroom.
Tying a bandana around your braids, you push it back so some free curls around your ears are still visible.
The seasoned meat Bucky was cooking was alluring causing your stomach to grumble angrily.
Packing everything back into the your bag, you finally left the bathroom with your bag slung over your shoulder.
“You’re making cheesesteaks?” You asked enthusiastically. “It’s the one things I’m pretty good at making,” Bucky states, taking the bread that was grilling on the griddle and placing them on a plate.
Looking up from the griddle, he stares at you for a moment. “You can put your stuff in the room.”
“Oh that’s not necessary, Bucky. I can take the couch.” “You’re not sleeping on the couch, doll.”
“Okay,” you said in defeat, walking into the room.
Bucky takes that time to compose himself.
How can you be so effortlessly beautiful? Bucky thought to himself.
He had to actively keep his mouth closed so he wouldn’t gawk at you. All you were wearing was an oversized sweater and loose gym shorts.
He made the observation that you wear things to conceal your figure.
He wasn’t expecting you to look so graceful considering you were in a hospital earlier that day.
But he especially wasn’t expecting you to say, “How are you holding up, Bucky?”
No one really asked him that before. The only one who occasionally asked was Steve.
“How do you mean?” He says, lowering the temperature so the meat will simmer just enough to get crispy.
“I mean I know for a fact that you’re doing better than me. I purposely dissociated so I didn’t have to address the pain I was feeling.” You confessed with a soft sigh.
“I was like that the day Steve passed. Sam was panicking when Banner clicked the button and Steve wasn’t back yet- we all were panicking. We split up and searched the surrounding area and came up with nothing. I had a bad feeling that told me to check the cemetery,” he swallows hard at the recollection.
“And that’s when I found his tombstone. That night was.. hard to say the least.” He added.
“That’s not fair to you, Bucky. While you’re checking in on other people, who’s checking on you?”
“You,”
Letting out a soft breath, he presses his palms into the kitchen counter. “I’m honored,” you smiled at him and he clears his throat anxiously.
“Food’s ready. You can turn on the TV. I have Netflix and Hulu. Sam says Netflix is better.”
You crinkle your nose and shook your head.
“Hulu is definitely better,”
“And that is why you and me will get a long just fine, Y/N.” He says, handing you a plate.
“Would you mind telling me some stories about Steve?” You asked when the two of you sat on the couch.
“Of course. What do you want to know?” He watches you take a bite out of the cheesesteak, some provolone cheese smeared on your bottom lip.
You lick the remnants of the cheese from your lip and Bucky smiles when you visible slump in the seat the more you chewed the sandwich.
“That’s insanely good, Bucky.” You had to withhold yourself from doing an orgasmic eye roll.
“Um, how did you guys meet?” You asked when you finally finished chewing.
“We met in the fourth grade. He was being beat up by a couple of kids because he told them to stop throwing rocks at this girl with glasses and pig tails. So of course I..” he continued with the story telling and Hulu was long forgotten.
**
One night turned into five days and Bucky had to admit that he’s gotten used to your company.
He gotten used to waking up early so coffee was ready for you when you woke up.
While every day started to same, they ended different. Except for the first two days, you went to sleep softly crying to yourself.
When you go from sleeping beside someone for years to sleeping alone in a large bed, it starts to get to you.
You thought you were being discreet until you heard a knock and the bedroom door creak open.
Bucky would rub the sleep out of his eyes as he sat down on the floor next to his bed. You eventually joined him on the floor and fell asleep on his shoulder.
You wanted to figure out Bucky’s interests because you figured that if you were going to spend a while being around this person, you might as well get to know him.
You were surprised when Bucky agreed to go to the gym with you.
But that quickly became short lived as you had to leave after twenty minutes. The gym bros were starting to swarm him, asking if he needed a spot or if he could take a selfie with them.
They started to whine like little kids when you took Bucky’s hand and led him out of the gym.
He couldn’t help the wide smile plastered on his face when you said something snarky to one of the gym bros in passing.
He felt so.. domesticated, and it’s only been five days.
It made you feel good about yourself when he started to open up to you. You were worried that you couldn’t have a deep connection with anyone after Steve.
Hell Bucky thought the same thing.
It started to solidify that you were all just people trying to do something with your lives but have no idea what the hell you were doing.
Over the course of those days, you’ve tried the gym, video games, bowling and pool.
You even offered to go roller skating but you took Bucky’s wide eyes as a hell no.
You went through all of that, just to find out that Bucky enjoys walks in the park and reading books (although bowling is a runner up for sure).
“I think it’s time for me to head home, Bucky.” You said, breaking the comfortable silence with the two of you drinking coffee and watching the news.
You were curled up on one side of the couch in one of Bucky’s sweaters as you cradled your coffee mug in your hands.
Bucky pulls his eyes from the TV to look at you.
“Um, I- Did something happen?” He sets down the coffee cup and turns down the TV.
“No, nothing happened, Buck. I just.. I feel like I’m running away again.”
“Running away from what?” “From my feelings. My sadness. My… my grief.” You take a longer sip of your coffee.
“So what are you going to do?” He questions, leaning forward on his knees making his dog tags jingle.
Letting out a deep sigh, you answer, “I’m going to start packing up Steve’s things and put them in the closet.”
“Doll,” he starts, his eyes softening when he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.
Sitting next to you, he takes the cup from your hands and placed it on the table. “You don’t have to force yourself to move on when you’re not ready,” he explains
“No, but walking around in a place where everything is a reminder of him isn’t healthy for me either.” You said with a sniffle.
“And I’m so tired or crying,” “Give yourself some grace, sweetheart. You lost someone close to you. And it’s going to move at its own pace.”
“So what then? What do I do to get back to normal?”
“My therapist told me a few things when I had that question. I-If you want to hear it.” Bucky suggests.
“What’d she say?” You met his gaze with puffy eyes.
“She says for now, you allow yourself to be sad or angry. Or whatever emotion you’re feeling. She says that running from it will only delay your healing,”
“So I just sit in my feelings?”
“Yes, but you slowly ease yourself back into your normal routine. And with time, things will heal on its own.”
“You sound like Yoda,” you tease, brushing your shoulder with his.
“Like who?” His eye brows pressed together in genuine confusion and your mouth fell open.
“Pull out your notebook right now and add Star Wars to the list.”
“Wait, Y/N. I’m serious. Are you sure you want to go back?” He interjects.
“I think I’m ready,” you answer, nodding in response. “Then I’m coming with you,” “Bucky,” you start but he stands from the couch to change out of his sweatpants and tshirt.
“Bucky, you don’t have to do that.” You call from the living room.
“Technically I do. And not because of the promise I made,” he tugs down his shirt on the way out of the room.
It was in that moment that you realized just how close you and Bucky have gotten.
You’ve been wearing his clothes for the past two days. You’ve been out in public together.
You’re sure the journalists had all sorts of shots for their articles.
“But because I did break your door down. The least I can do is fix it.” He finishes.
“You know how to fix a door?” “I know how to fix a lot of things, doll.” He offers you his hand and he pulls you to your feet from the couch.
You swung by Target and getting brand new bed sheets, pillows, a duvet comforter and a rug.
Hell you even bought new bathroom decor. You were hell bent on having a fresh start.
A chill rolled down your spine when you smell faint remnants of Steve’s cologne when you opened the door to your apartment.
Hey sweetheart, you hear Steve’s voice whisper to you.
Letting out a slow breath, you crossed the threshold into the apartment, setting down the Target bags on the floor. Bucky follows suit.
“You ready?” He asks. “Let’s get started,” you clapped your hands and pulled out some pillows to swap in the living room when your phone vibrated on the counter.
You haven’t touch your phone in over a week. Dropping the pillows back into the bag, you gently took your phone into your hands.
Your heart sank when you read one of the many notifications on the screen:
Voicemail
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Self care || Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.
Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol
English is not my first language
Word count: 2200
Notes: this was inspired by a dream I had. I thought it was cute and I couldn't get it out of my head, so I wrote this little thing. If it doesn’t make sense, blame my dumb dreams lol
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It was one of the first times you slept over at Bucky's place that you discovered he didn't have a skin care routine. He would look at you cleansing your face from the bathroom door, watching you apply creams and serums with a mixture of admiration and confusion in his expression. And every time you picked up a new product, he would ask you what it was and what did it do. 
It didn't really surprise you, most of the men you had dated tended to use a small number of personal hygiene products and usually the facial skin was only treated with soap and water. And if that was men your age, it was to be expected that Bucky and his over one hundred years of age were not aware of the benefits of skin care.You found his reactions kind of adorable. It wasn't every day that you caught Bucky acting with the naïve curiosity of a child, and you couldn't help but laugh as you answered his endless questions.
"Please tell me you at least wear sunscreen." You said and Bucky remained silent. "Oh my God, Bucky!" you complained, explaining to him how dangerous the sun was for his skin.
"After all I've been through, I don't think a little sun is going to kill me, doll." He laughed, coming up to you to hug you from behind. You wrapped your arms around his, smiling at him in the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 
The bastard knew how cute he was —looking at you through the mirror with blue eyes full of love—, and he was using it to his advantage to keep you from scolding him. He was probably right, the super soldier serum surely protected him from skin cancer in the same way it protected him from hits and falls that would be fatal to the rest of humanity. But still, it wouldn't hurt him to take care of himself a little every now and then.
"You smell nice." Bucky praised you, inhaling the subtle floral scent the creams had left on your skin. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, his stubble tickling your sensitive face. You laughed and he knew he had won.
"Don't think you're getting out of this so easily." you warned, tilting your head to the side so you could kiss him. "Flattery will get you nowhere!"
From that day on you decided that you would put together a skincare routine for Bucky. Super Soldier serum or not, everyone's skin needed a little help from time to time. And besides, you believed it was something that could benefit Bucky in more ways than just one. It would teach him to take better care of himself and to value the precious 'me time'. And god knew he needed that. So you made a mental note to buy a couple of products for him the next time you went to restock some of your kit and stopped thinking about it for a while.
That was until one day Bucky came home tired from a mission. You didn't quite know what he had to do and he didn't want to tell you much about it either when you asked him. Not knowing tore you apart, but you respected his wishes and didn't press the issue, deciding to help him in a way that wasn't invasive. You started with running him a bath, filling the tub with warm water and using some of your bath salts and lotions to create a more relaxing environment. You insisted on taking care of him, although Bucky didn't put up much resistance, surrendering to the soothing power of your caresses on his hair. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, coating it with shampoo to remove all the dirt before rinsing it and repeating the process with conditioner.
He still found such intimacy a bit strange. Even though he enjoyed it, he still wasn't completely used to being cared for with the affection you showed him. It had been so long since anyone had treated him with such love and care that he could hardly remember it. But he felt safe in your hands, happy to have you in his life. A light of hope at the end of the dark tunnel of agony that had been his life. That was what you were to him. His second chance to live, to love. So he relaxed under your touch and let your gentle caresses take all the tiredness and worries out of his system.
But your pampering didn't end when Bucky got out of the tub. After he changed into his pajamas and laid down on his side of the bed, you emerged from the bathroom with a small white bag in your hands. You rested it on the nightstand and began pulling out various products he recognized from your skin care routine, arranging them in a nice neat line. 
"Doll... what are you doing?" Bucky asked, looking at the pink cat-ear headband you held in your hands. It was the one you always wore when you did your makeup or skin care routine, a tool you used to keep your hair out of your face while you worked. He always thought you looked adorable when you used it, but he didn't understand why you were directing it at him this time.
"Taking care of you." You replied as if it were obvious, "I want to show you the benefits of having a good skin care routine." Bucky hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave in to your soft smile and the sparkle of enthusiasm in your eyes. There was nothing he could say no to if you looked at him that way.
He gave you a slight nod and you took that as a signal to continue. You climbed onto the bed, settling onto his lap with one leg on either side of him, so you could face him and work more comfortably. Bucky put his hands on your hips instinctively, the cold metal of his fingers giving you goose bumps at the unexpected touch. But you didn't move them, you liked his hands there.
"First we have to make sure your hair is out of the way." You announced as you placed the headband on his head, making sure no hair was out of place or near his face. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you admired Bucky wearing the accessory. The pink, furry cat ears looked so out of place it was ridiculous. The clear feminine energy of the headband clashed against the distinctive masculine look on his expression in a fun and charming way. It made him look adorable if you were honest, especially when he smiled at you. He could definitely pull it off.
"How do I look?" Bucky asked, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. 
"Adorable." You replied between giggles, before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
When you broke apart, you began your skin care routine, taking a piece of cotton and your favorite micellar water to cleanse Bucky's skin. He looked at you closely, taking advantage of the position you were in to admire your beauty up close while you concentrated on soaking the cotton ball in the liquid. You were the most beautiful woman in the world, he was sure, and not only that, you were kind and loving too. A wonderful person all around and he still didn't understand how he had managed to get you by his side, but he was happy about it.
"Why do you have to clean my face? I just showered." Bucky mumbled with his eyes closed, feeling your delicate fingers on his chin as you ran wet cotton across his face.
You let out a giggle. "Water is not enough! And regular soap is too harsh on the skin of our face, so you need to use a cleanser or cream that is meant for the face."
"I never heard about that." Bucky frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion.
"Because you're a guy and guys are used to using one product for everything hygiene related."
“That’s not true!” he tried to defend himself, although he didn't sound very convinced.
You decided to skip a few steps in the routine to keep things simple. The idea was not only to pamper Bucky and help him relax, but also show him that maintaining a skin care routine didn't have to be complicated and could bring him many benefits. So you went straight to the eye cream, taking some with your ring finger and carefully applying it to the bags under his eyes.
"Stay still! You're gonna make me poke your eye if you move like that!"
"It already feels like you're poking my eye!"
"Don't be so dramatic!" You laughed, men really were cry babies. "Just close your eyes and trust me." Bucky grumbled, pouting. You planted a quick kiss on his lips, and that seemed to please him because he kept his eyes closed and stopped moving. Carefully, you spread the eye cream over his dark circles, giving his skin time to absorb the product before proceeding with the last step.
"What is that?" Bucky asked you curiously as you reached for the last tub in the line of products. 
"It's a night cream. You're supposed to use it at night after you wash your face to keep your skin moisturized."
"Isn't that what the other cream did?"
"No, silly! That was just for your under eye area, this helps hydrate the rest of your face. We need to give back all the good things we got rid off when we cleaned your skin of all the dirt and oils clogging your pores."
Bucky made an annoyed face, muttering about how complicated it all sounded. But the truth was, he was enjoying the extra attention you were giving him. He had you all to himself, the warmth of your body enveloping him in a comforting embrace as your fingers gently massaged his face. He couldn't think of a better definition of paradise than that. Just the two of you sharing an intimate moment, far from the horrors of the outside world. He could commit to a skin care routine if it involved at least a third of the pampering you were giving him at that moment.
"You don't need to use much," you continued your explanation, dipping one of your fingertips into the cream before bringing it up to Bucky's face. "Just a little bit here, here, here... and here." You painted a couple of white dots on his cheeks, forehead and chin, kissing the tip of his nose before applying a bit of cream to the area. It was such a cute and intimate act he almost blushed.
The first thing Bucky noticed about the cream was the scent. It had a light rose fragrance that was familiar to him, comforting even. It traveled up his nostrils as you massaged the cream into his face, sparking a warm and fuzzy feeling inside him. It took him a few seconds to understand that it was because that was the same rose scent he recognized on your skin whenever he kissed you, that sweet floral scent he had learned to recognize as home. He finally knew he had your choice in moisturizer to thank for it. 
"You're using your cream on me?"
"Yes, it's the only one I had. The perfume doesn't last long, don't worry. I'll buy you an unscented one tomorrow."
"No, don't! I like this one, it smells like you... it's like having a little piece of you with me all the time."
You didn't expect him to say that, so you weren't prepared for the tingling warmth of love that coursed through your body. The idea that he wanted to keep you close at all times, that he recognized your scent and found comfort and safety in it, made your heart melt with love. Bucky was normally a man of few words, and tended to show his feelings with other things rather than words. Acts of service were his most common way of showing how much he loved you, although he also resorted to spending quality time together whenever you had free time. But every once in a while, he would manage to drop a sentence like that, which in concise words made it clear how much he loved you. Always taking you by surprise, he would drop them at the most casual moments, leaving you completely stupid for a few seconds as you processed his words and wondered what you had done to deserve having someone so wonderful in your life. 
Bucky gave you a shy smile, cheeks turning pink under your gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He looked so adorable that you couldn't help but join your lips with his in a slow, loving kiss. He reciprocated immediately, one of his hands leaving your waist to cradle your cheek, pressing you tighter against him and deepening the kiss. 
"I love you," you muttered against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as you gazed into his deep blue eyes.
Bucky smiled, feeling the last bit of stress evaporate from his system thanks to you and your sweetness.  "I love you too."
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It Will Come Back
Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Unhinged and angry, Nomad Steve puts you in your place. 
Warnings: 18+, this fic has very dark themes, mentions of violence, manipulation, DUBCON TW, choking, face slapping, degradation kink, rough sex, spitplay 
Word Count: 6k
Note: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s A Thousand Words challenge! My prompt was the word bratty.
To Roo: I adore all your work, thank you for inspiring me to explore this genre!
Part 2
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Steve wanted to break you. It hadn’t been that way at first, but now it was all he ever thought about. 
He was a fugitive, cast out and made a criminal by someone he thought to be a friend. Headlines and news stories ran constantly, calling for the immediate arrest of America’s prized soldier and a handsome reward from Stark Industries for his capture.
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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter Two
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Summary: When Bucky brought you to the hospital and the doctors tell you that you have mild dehydration, forcing you to have a tough conversation about Steve. Once you were discharged, you were scared to go home so you asked Bucky if you can stay at his place.
Notes: all mistakes are my own, angst, character death, character mourning, Bucky being soft
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The doctor tries asking you some questions but his voice sounded far away. Like he was whispering through a tunnel at you.
You blinked owlishly, your eyes closing at different paces as you fought your drowsiness.
“How long has she been like this?” The doctor questions, shifting his attention to Bucky.
“At least a week,” the doctor hums in response, lifting your eye lids to shine a light into them.
Your eye functions were normal, however your blood pressure and your heart rate was low.
“Judging by her vitals, she’s been moderately dehydrated for at least two weeks.” “Two weeks?” Bucky reiterates, his ears perking at the sound of the soft wheezing in your chest.
Soon after, you let a loud cough wincing when you pulled a muscle in your abdomen. The two of them watched as you fell back asleep at the drop of a hat.
“What was that?”
“The wheeze comes from her low blood pressure. There’s not enough oxygen is in her blood stream. Her brain is telling her to take deep breaths but the muscles around her lungs were be restricted from the lack of water. Hence the wheezing,” the doctor explains as he wrote down a few notes on your chart.
“I’ll get a nurse to start her on a drip. And I’ll prescribe her some anti inflammatory medication. But before I do that, I have a question for you.”
Bucky lifts his hand for the doctor to continue.
“Her stomach is completely empty which suggests she hasn’t eaten in a week. My question is, do you suspect that this was self inflicted?”
“Well I.. what happens if it was?”
“We’d have to do a psych evaluation and keep her here for suicide watch for at least twenty four hours.”
“Jesus,” Bucky wipes a hand over his face, covering his mouth as he ponders.
“She’s not crazy, alright? She just lost her boyfriend and she’s taking it really hard.”
Your wheeze caught his attention again.
“Can you please just bring a nurse in here?” The doctor nods and leaves the room. Bucky sighs, staring at your sleeping form.
Your chestnut skin looked a shade lighter than your normal tone, making the silk, dark blue head scarf you wore seem darker than it actually is.
His stomach twists when he began to realize how sick you made yourself.
Steve made him promise to look after you and he’s already failing his best friend a week in.
He’s thankful that your diagnosis wasn’t fatal. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to you.
His shoes squeak when he made his way next to you. Taking the chair from the wall, he turns it so he’s able to look out the window and sit by your bedside.
His pants were damp and already starting to moisten the fabric of the chair.
Given, it was not the best idea to hold you in his arms under the frigid shower water to then walk outside in the crisp, fall air.
Only for it to start raining on the ride to the hospital. Bucky watches the rain drops race one another sliding down the window when he hears a faint knock.
His eyes slide to the opening door to a curvy, red headed nurse with a tray of items.
“Good afternoon, my name’s Sadie. I’m going to be inserting her IV.” She introduces, setting the tray down and making her way over to the sink in the room.
She washes her hands to slide on a fresh pair of latex gloves while Bucky’s eyes narrow at the IV needle.
Shaking his head of his memories from HYDRA, he clears his throat and stands from the chair.
The nurse made her way over to your sleeping form, pulling your arm so you were flat on your back.
She rips out an antibacterial wipe and smooths the wipe along the pulse point of your inner elbow.
“Not a fan of needles, huh?” The nurse sparks conversation, noticing the way Bucky’s breathing pick up when she takes the IV needle out of the packaging.
“Not really, no.” You grunt when she gradually pushed the needle into your arm, puncturing the vein.
Your eyes remained closed but your lower body started to turn away from the nurse. “There you go, sweetheart.”
She applies tape over the needle and hangs the fluid bag on the metal cart.
“When will she start feeling better?” “Within the next hour or two,” she answers with a warm smile, crossing her room to throw away the packaging and her gloves.
“Let me know if you need anything,” with that, she left the room with the tray in her arms.
Bucky settled back in his seat, tuning out the mechanical beep of the heart monitor and chose to listen to your heart beat straight from the source.
Th-thump.. Th-thump.. Th-thump..
**
Bucky peers over your shoulder at the sound of soft groans and the sheets rustling.
Pulling away from the window, he turns around to face you. “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?”
“Like my head is going to explode,” Your tongue darts over your dry lips as you gingerly sat up in the cot.
“How long was I out?” “Five hours,” your eyes met his and you let out a long breath.
“I’m sorry if I worried you. And.. sorry that I’m the reason you’re all wet.” You apologized softly, breaking away from his gaze.
“Y/N-“
The door opens again and the doctor re-emerges. “Good. You’re awake. Are you feeling rested?” He greets with a warm smile.
“A little,”
“Does anything hurt?”
“My head is pounding. And I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my back. But other than that, I’m okay.” You explained, pressing a hand to your forehead.
“Are you feeling hungry at all?” “M’starving,” “That’s great to hear,” the doctor scribbles down more notes on the chart.
“There’s something serious I wanted to discuss with you.” “Okay,” you hesitate.
“We’re discussing whether we should give you a psych evaluation because we are under the assumption that this diagnosis was self inflicted.” The doctor explains.
“Should we be concerned, Ms. Y/L/N?” He adds after you went silent for a moment.
“No, I.. I’m just coping. And I know it’s an unhealthy way to do that.” You trail off, your gaze fell to your lap.
“I’m not suicidal, if that’s what you’re insinuating. If I need a psych evaluation to prove it, I’ll do it. I just want to get out of here,”
The doctor tucks the chart under his arm, nodding as he did so. “I was told you lost your boyfriend,” you nodded softly, a shaky breath left your lips.
Bucky wanted to take the doctor by the collar for making you cry.
“I’m sorry for your loss. The psychological evaluation won’t be necessary. You’ll be discharged within the hour,” he finalize, giving you and Bucky a nod before leaving.
Silence settled in the room and Bucky leans against the window sill with his arms crossed.
You found yourself staring at Bucky who lifts his gaze from the floor when he feels your staring at him.
The two of you stare at each other like you wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.
“Sorry if I’m staring. You just remind me a lot of him.” You said softly and he nods in understanding.
“Steve told me what you did for him. That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”
“Maybe. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one to blame for my own suffering,”
Bucky remained silent.
“Is he actually..?” You croaked, fighting to steady your tone.
“He’s gone. I’m so sorry, doll.” “Oh God,” a sob bubbled in your throat.
“Before Banner sent him through, he told me ‘take care of my girl for me’.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Sniffling softly, your throat started to burn.
You weren’t sure if it was from the tears or if it was bile threatening to crawl up your throat.
It very well could have been both.
“I feel awful, James. He tried to call me and I didn’t a-answer. He probably felt so unloved.” You croak.
“That’s not true at all, Y/N. He knew how hard it was for you to make that decision. You didn’t let him go because you didn’t love him. It’s because you did.”
Pulling your knees into your chest, you slowly rocked yourself in the bed.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t have.. anybody. Tony is gone. Nat’s gone. I have no idea where Thor or Wanda is. And now Steve is-“
Your body shook as your sobs restricted your breathing. “I don’t have anyone.” you choked out.
Bucky’s eyes softened as he cautiously approached you.
It was refreshing for him to know that someone understood how he felt all his life. He’d just wish it was under better circumstances.
Even before HYDRA wiped his memory, he’d felt like a loner. Cast aside for the important people.
It’s partially why Steve and him were friends for so long. Steve was a loner himself and loners tend to stick together. But only in small numbers.
“You have me,” he reassures, “I can only imagine how you must feel. Losing your best friend.” You croaked, sniffling with every other word.
“I didn’t think anyone could understand how much. But you do.”
He spied a tissue box next to the sink and crosses the room to get it.
Setting the tissue box in front of you, you reached out to touch his metal hand.
“Thank you, James.” You say genuinely, more tears left your eyes.
“Call me Bucky,”
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Slowly trailing after the male nurse who wheeled you out of the hospital, Bucky fiddles with the car keys in his pocket.
Once you were outside, you stood from the wheel chair. You shuddered when a breeze blew right through your thin pajama top.
“You should be all set. Have a good rest of your day.” The male nurse comments before returning back into the hospital.
Bucky pulls off his leather jacket and drapes it over your trembling frame as the two of you walked towards his car.
“I know you ate that sandwich earlier but I was wondering if you wanted to swing by someplace before I take you home.”
You froze when he said home. You stopped in your tracks and pulled his jacket closer to your body.
“I don’t think I’m ready to go home,” you admitted, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
“Do you.. want to head back to my place?” He offers, watching you nod in response.
“Okay,” he hesitates. The car chirps when he clicks the unlock button on the key fob.
His apartment isn’t exactly homey. All that’s in it is a love seat couch and table in the living room and a full sized bed in his bedroom that he barely sleeps in.
He’s been sleeping on the floor next to the couch since he moved in.
He’s starting to feel a little self conscious about that fact. “I uh.. I don’t have anything in the fridge so we’ll have to go grocery shopping.” He says as he opens the car door for you.
“That’s okay,” you slide into the passenger seat and he closed the door.
His car still smells brand new even after a few months of him having it. He hops into the driver side and press the push to start button to turn over the ignition.
You bit your lip anxiously as you contemplated telling him why you didn’t want to go home.
“I want to get over this. So I don’t have to burden you anymore, Bucky. But I’m scared I can’t.” You anxiously scratched at your pajama pants.
“You are not a burden at all, Y/N. I just- I haven’t taken care of someone in a long time. And I’m still getting used to everything.”
He lets out a sigh, not finding the words he wanted to tell you.
“I want you around, Y/N.” He finalizes, keeping the car in park until the situation was settled. He peers over at you as your lips part in surprise.
You weren’t expecting him to say that.
“I want you around too,” you said after a long pause.
“Are you comfortable with wearing my clothes for the night then?” “I don’t mind that at all,”
Bucky nods a moment then shifts the car into reverse to peel out of the parking lot.
You leaned your head against the headrest and let out a long sigh of frustration when you make the realization.
“What’s wrong?” He takes his eyes off the road to glance at you.
“I need my hair stuff,” you said in defeat. “Okay. Well, are you comfortable with packing a quick bag then leaving? I could come up with you or?”
He waits for your response, turning to find you looking out the window as you contemplated.
You’re not a runner, Y/N. You repeat to yourself in your head.
“I think I’ll be okay with going in on my own,” you said with a nod as if you were trying to convince yourself.
“You sure, doll?”
“I’m sure, Bucky.” He examines your face a moment before giving you a soft okay.
Moving over to the left lane, he makes a u turn since your apartment was on the complete opposite side of town.
In fifteen minutes, Bucky pulled into the parking lot next to the car you and Steve shared.
The mere sight of the empty car served as the first reminder that Steve was no longer here.
Bucky glanced over at you when he noticed your heart rate pick up.
He followed your gaze to Steve’s car and his eyes softened when he looked back at you.
He opened his mouth to say something but you opened the car door and stepped out before he had the chance.
You readjusted your feet in the disposable slippers the hospital gave you before you walk up the stairs to your apartment.
You stopped at the end of the hall, staring right at the apartment door with 221 etched in gold numbers.
Tugging the sleeves of your top over your hands, you cautiously walk towards the door and slowly opened the door.
Tears pricked your eyes when you were instantly met with Steve scent of sandalwood and embers.
It was a cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. Once he smelled it for the first time, he fell in love with it and made it his every day scent ever since.
Had this been any other day, you would have opened the door when you got home from work to see Steve sitting on the couch with a book in his hand and 60’s music playing from the Spotify playlist you made for him.
The TV would be turned on but just low enough to be background noise without it being distracting.
When he noticed you opening the door, he would have closed his book and made his way over to you.
He would take your purse and phone from your hands, setting it on the counter before gathering you in his arms almost immediately.
Giving you a warm kiss, he would take you to the couch and place you between his legs with your back pressed to his chest.
He pulls your hair out of the tight bun you had it in, smiling when you shake your head to let your curls free relaxing from the absence of the tension.
“Tell me all about your day, sweetheart.” He would whisper to you, taking your shoulders into his hands and massaging the tense muscle.
But it wasn’t any other day.
You wiped away some stray tears, letting out a shaky breath as you crossed into the bedroom.
Taking a weekender bag from the closet, you packed about three days worth of clothes.
In a frantic attempt to pack things you needed so you can get out of here as fast as you could, you knocked over the hamper.
Jumping at the loud clatter on the hard wood floor, you knelt down to gather all of the clothes when you noticed Steve’s favorite black fall jacket.
Taking the material into your hands, you smooth your thumb over the buttons and slowly brought the jacket up to your nose.
Your eyes started to burn from the scent but you continued to hold the jacket close to you, falling to your knees.
Sobbing into the material, you pulled the jacket into your chest as you gently rocked yourself. A sob choked out whenever you tried to take a deep breath.
Noticing your body starting to get heavy, a wave of lethargy came over you.
“I can’t be here right now,” you croaked, shaking your head of the dark suspicions.
You stood on shaky legs and tossed the jacket into the hamper. You crossed the apartment once again to grab your hair products and toothbrush.
Once everything was packed, you took the weekender bag in your hands. You hesitate leaving the room and look back at Steve’s jacket.
You grabbed it and draped it over your forearm before leaving the apartment, following Bucky’s boot prints on the floor leading you on the way out.
Your phone vibrated on the kitchen counter but you didn’t bother turning back for it.
Bucky had heard you crying to yourself earlier but chose to stay in the car to respect your space.
You slid back into the passenger seat with the weekender bag in your lap.
Bucky’s eyes fell to Steve’s jacket and he clenched his jaw as Steve’s faint scent spread in the car.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
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Always loved you | Bucky Barnes
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Roommate!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Roommate!BestFriend!Female!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another argument with his girlfriend Bucky comes to you, looking for comfort and love. And he tells you more than just his about the argument with the girl, he tells you about the feelings he has for you.
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) arguing, past trauma, a lot of fluff
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The door slams shut, and you flinch softly on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re curled up, arms wrapped around your legs. Not even the voices coming from the television stop you from hearing the loud argument between Bucky and his girlfriend. They often shout at each other, they slam the door, and sometimes you hear someone punching the wall, probably Bucky. You grew up in a family where violence was always a thing to get the kids under control, or your dad made your mom do things he wanted her to do. But since you’re living with Bucky, you feel better, and you know that your best friend takes care of you. His girlfriend is really jealous, and Bucky likes to spend some time with his best friend.
When you hear a loud noise and something breaking just behind you, you know he punched the wall and probably broke it. Then you hear a groan and him opening his door.
“You- Do you think you can tell me that I can’t spend time with my best friend because she is a girl?” he asks loudly, and you flinch even more, whimpering softly.
“I’m your girlfriend, but I feel like you prefer her, do you?”
For a moment, it’s quiet, and you listen, wanting to know if he prefers you before his girlfriend. It would make you happy, especially since you’re in love with your best friend but never admitted it in front of him. He has his girlfriend, and you really don’t want to be between those two. Even though you’re in love with him, you always comfort him after an argument with his girlfriend, making sure he feels better, and he often just falls asleep with you in his arms or with his head on your stomach while you run your fingers through his hair.
“James?”
“Fuck- Yeah. I do prefer her, oke?” he says, quieter, and he runs his fingers along his stubble, looking at his girlfriend.
You swallow hard; did you hear him right? Your heart beats loudly against your ribcage, and a small smile forms on your lips. Your belly starts to tingle softly.
“Do you fuck her?”
“No. Do you think I betray you? Can we talk outside? We don’t need to let everyone know about our arguments,” Bucky says, knowing about your past with your dad.
When you hear a few footsteps, you breathe out softly, turning toward the television before you hear the door closing, and you continue watching the movie. But you can’t really focus on the movie; your thoughts are filled with their conversation. Will she convince Bucky to move in with her? Is she really forbidding him to spend time with you, or will she be there then? Does Bucky really mean that he prefers you? Your mind is running wild, and you groan softly.
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In the middle of the night, you hear the door opening and closing quietly. You are still awake, so you hear when Bucky walks through the floor, then he opens your door, looking into the room and seeing the television, which is still on. He smiles softly when he sees you in one of his shirts, wrapped in your blanket, lying on your bed.
“Doll, are you already asleep?” he asks as quietly as possible.
“No, you can come in,” you mumble and turn towards him, slowly sitting up with your back against the headboard.
Bucky walks closer, taking off his pants and hoodie before he gets into bed next to you. You lift your blanket, and Bucky slides under it, his leg touching yours softly. He sits next to you, looking at you, before he smiles even wider, his hand making its way to your cheek, and he captures it before he strokes his thumb over your soft skin. He often does it, and the feeling his touches leave makes your knees weak, and the tingling feeling just grows inside of you.
“Are you alright? I’m sorry for punching the wall and that we shouted,” Bucky says, his thumb caressing your cheek.
“It’s oke. But why did you two argue once again?” you ask softly, so he knows he doesn’t have to tell you when he doesn’t want to tell you about his girlfriend.
“We- You know she is so jealous; I just don’t get it. Maybe I do, but I don’t tell anyone, you know?”
“Mhm, do you mean you have feelings for someone else who isn’t she?”
Bucky nods. You know him better than someone else, and he doesn’t even have to say so, but you know he has feelings for someone who isn’t his girlfriend. You don’t know if you feel excited or want to throw up because he could like you, but maybe he just sees you as his best friend and loves someone else?
“You know, it’s the difference between both of them. I don’t want the jealousy anymore. I prefer comfort, love, and spending time together. Not just someone who is mad because I love my best friend,” Bucky says, and you smile softly.
“Have you told her that you like her, or does only your girlfriend know it?”
“Ex-Girlfriend. And both know that I love the other girl, the one that makes me really happy.”
“What did she say?”
Bucky chuckles; his beautiful blue eyes light up even though it’s almost dark. They glisten when he licks with his tongue along his lips. His thumb is still moving slowly over your cheek, and his eyes are piecing in your eyes.
“She asked me if I told the girl that I liked her or if I just told my ex about it,” he says, and you gasp, recognizing that it’s you he is talking about.
“You- you love me?”
“I always have. I have never not loved you. You were always my priority, my safe place, my home, and the one I loved. But I didn’t know you felt the same way for me,” he says, blushing softly.
He looks adorable with the slight red on his cheeks, and the soft and shy smile underlines his sweetness once more. You smile softly, parting your lips softly, while a shaky breath leaves your lips. The warmth of his hand is rushing through your body, and you pull yourself more against your best friend.
“I-I love you, too,” you mumble, still looking into his beautiful steel blue eyes.
The moment those words leave your lips, he is grinning like the Cheshire Cat. His eyes light up like the stars at night, like the sun, and you know that smile, that embrace, that man - he is your home, the love of your life, everything for you.
“C-Can I-“ Bucky stutters, feeling so insecure now.
He never felt like that with a girl around, but with you, it’s different. You really mean something to him, and he doesn’t want to mess things up. For him, you’re everything, his world, his whinging stars. And being unsure isn’t something he is used to feeling, but you adore his shyness and cuteness around you.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly.
His expression changed from a happy one to an insecure one before changing back to a happy one. Especially when you nod and he leans closer to press his lips on yours. The soft, plumb lips you have always looked at touch yours in a soft and wonderful first kiss. It’s promising so much: the eternity, the love, the trust, the promise to be one another’s forever and ever.
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A perfect gentleman
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Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader
Warning: bitchy friends, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex
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You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.
Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.
You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.
“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”
“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”
“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”
“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”
“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”
“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance. 
He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.
“That was very nice of you.”
“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”
“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.
He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name. 
“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”
“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”
You chuckled. “What gave me away?” 
“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.
“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.” 
He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”
“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”
His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.
“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”
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You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar. 
He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.
Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock. 
“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”
“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”
“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips. “Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”
“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”
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“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”
“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.
“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”
 “It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”
You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.
“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”
“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.
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With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.
It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to. 
At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.
“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”
“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”
“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”
“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.
“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”
“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”
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You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either. 
Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home. 
“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kisses you again, softer this time. “Bare.”
He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.
“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”
“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”
“Raymond.”
“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”
“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”
“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”
Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed. 
“You’re mine now,” he threatened his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”
He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”
“’m yours, Ray…”
He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier. “Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”
“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it’s all you can do because he just feels too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”
“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”
Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets. 
“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.
“I know, sweetness.”
“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently. 
“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”
“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”
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His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.
Not that you’d had the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.
He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.
“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.
“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”
“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”
Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”
You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”
“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”
“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.
“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”
Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist. “My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”
“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”
“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him. 
You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you. 
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“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”
He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.
“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.
“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”
“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.
“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”
Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.
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One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”
“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”
“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”
“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”
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itsthestutterforme · 7 days
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deputy's daughter
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warnings: 18+ only!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, caught
“rafe!” you hiss as he makes his way into your room through his preferred method of the window. “my dad is going to kill you!”
“is he home?” he questions. he didn't see the cop car sitting in your driveway, which is why he scaled the lattice to sneak inside.
“no, but he's gonna be home any minute now!” you keep your voice quiet despite the rest of the house being empty.
“let me kiss you until he gets home then.” rafe says, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a heated kiss. you know it's never just a kiss with him, but you can't help but open your lips for his adventurous tongue, gripping his shirt to pull him in closer.
rafe smirks against your mouth. he could have texted you asking you to let him, but that would have taken all the fun out of it. 
“you have to leave as soon as my dad gets home.” you scold him as rafe lays you back on your bed. 
“i know you can’t keep quiet.” rafe chuckles, hand groping at your tits through your thin pajama shirt. thankfully the flood lights above the garage are motion sensored, and with your open window they'll alert you when your dad gets home.
“if only deputy shoupe knew what i was doing to his little angel of a daughter.” rafe chuckles as you send him a glare, tugging at his shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off.
“shut up, cameron. he likes you anyways.” you roll your eyes. now if it was a pogue in your bed, that would be a whole different story. 
“mhm.” rafe nods, tugging your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. “im just so charming. all the parents love me.”
“all?” you raise your eyebrows, taking your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it across the room. “you mean you do this with other girls.”
“not anymore.” rafe shakes his head, mouth dropping to your nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. “you know they don't compare to that delicious pussy, baby.”
you tsk. “it's a shame you don't have time to eat it then.” 
rafe sighs dramatically, like it physically hurts him to not be able to give you head, to let his tongue drag through your folds and slurp up your juices.
“just a quick taste then ill fuck you, promise.” rafe tugs your pajama shorts down, knowing you never wear underwear just for him as he buries his face between your legs, forcing your thighs apart as his greedy mouth explores your pussy.
“delicious, baby.” rafe groans, voice vibrating against your skin. “my favorite meal.” he continues for only a moment longer, flicking his tongue against your entrance before moving up to press a wet kiss to your clit, making you moan out, eyes flickering to your window, making sure you somehow didn't miss the floodlights turning on.
rafe stands up with a lick of his lips, quickly undressing himself until he's just as bare as you are.
“condom?” he asks, forgetting to put one in his pocket, so caught up with getting over to your house on time, even running from his car to your yard, always parking a block away to not cause suspicion.
“fuck, you didn't bring one?” you groan, turning towards your bedside table. you squint in the low light as you scrounge through the drawer, but you know that you used the last one with rafe a week ago.
“just…” you sigh, pressing your forehead into the bed. “just pull out, okay?”
“promise.” rafe nods, eyes on your ass like they have been since you first turned onto your stomach, only half listening to what you're saying, but glad that you're still letting him fuck you.
rafe kneels over your legs before you can move back to your front or rise to your hands and knees. “stay like that.” he hums, gripping his cock and pushing it between your thighs, rubbing the head through your slick.
“fuck, you're so hot.” rafe groans as you reach behind your back, pulling your ass apart to show off both of your holes. “gonna let me play with this one one day?” rafe hums, his tip sliding past your entrance to your other hole, tapping against it.
“maybe.” you smirk. but certainly not today, not when you're already playing on limited time.
rafe slides back down to your cunt, pushing in as he leans forward, covering your body with his own. one hand keeps him held up, stopping from putting his complete weight on you, while the other grips your ass.
“fuck.” rafe groans out, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual. “you feel so good with nothing in between us.”
you moan as well as rafe bottoms out, pushing as far in as your pussy allows. he sits still, allowing you to adjust, to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. he goes from giving you nothing to pounding into you in an instant, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room.
rafe gives a glance at the window. lights still off. he smirks down at you, your hands now gripping into the bedsheets as he plows into you from behind, using the full force of his hips with every thrust.
“m-more.” you mewl out, body shuddering as rafe manages to go deeper with a tilt of his hips, along with you arching your back and bringing your ass up further into the air.
you let out loud groans with every thrust that's now hitting your sweet spot, pushing your orgasm quickly to the surface.
“fuck baby, you're so tight.” rafe grunts out. “don't know how much longer i can last.”
“re-remember to pull out.” you manage to hum out, even though you wish you could feel him fill you up, you're not on birth control and are already taking a risk with having sex at all.
“ass or tits?” rafe questions. 
“ass.” you shake your hips from side to side, making rafe let out a loud curse, pulling out sooner than he'd like to to jack himself off, spilling almost instantly over your ass and back, spreading long ropes of cum along your skin.
rafe is quick to grab a tissue and clean you off, as much as he likes seeing you covered in his cum, he's got other things to focus on.
just as he's about to flip you over to eat you out, the lights outside turn on.
“fuck!” you curse, knowing you have seconds before your dad enters the house. you turn over to look at rafe. you gotta get out.”
“you didn't cum yet.” rafe shakes his head, body covering you again, pressing you back down into the plush mattress. “im not leaving without giving you at least one orgasm.”
“you're gonna be leaving with a bullet in your chest if my dad catches you!” you hiss out.
“itll be worth it.” rafe manages to force his hand underneath you, finding your clit with ease as he rubs his fingers between your folds. 
“y/n!” your dads voice calls out. you usually greet him downstairs, staying locked in your room is bound to cause suspicion.
“rafe.” you moan out quietly. “please, stop.” you can barely keep yourself from screaming out as his fingers just move faster, his weight pressing down on you too much to move.
“babygirl?” shoupe calls out, his loud footsteps marching up the stairs.
“i-in my room!” you call out.
“you okay?” he asks, now right outside your door. you have to cover your mouth as rafe flicks your clit. you take a deep breath before answering.
“yeah, fine!” your voice wobbles a little, something you know your dad notices. “just period cramps!”
“can i get you some midol?” he questions, and you know his ear is pressed to the door, listening for any signs that something is amiss as rafe rubs you quicker, refusing to slow down, needing to get an orgasm out of you.
“already took some!” you call out, having to press your face into your mattress as you cum, body shaking as rafe smirks above you, hearing your muffled noises. “i think im just gonna go to bed early.” you say as soon as you recover.
“alright, goodnight sweetheart.” 
rafe finally allows you to flip over, lifting himself to lay on his side next to you. you raise your eyebrows and hold your finger to your lips, signaling rafe to be quiet until you hear your father's footsteps move down the hallway.
“rafe, you almost got us caught!” you whisper, giving him a shove on the shoulder, only to be met by a proud smile on his face.
“had to get you off, princess, otherwise it wouldn't be fair.” rafe leans forward to plant a kiss on your lips, feeling the way you melt against him.
“am i forgiven?” he questions.
“yeah, just get out.” you giggle quietly. you think your dad bought your explanation, but you can never be too sure.
rafe dresses quickly, throwing your pajamas onto the bed so you can also get decent.
“gotta give you one more kiss.” he leans over your bed to give you a sweet kiss, lips moving gently against each others.
“okay, now go.” you shoo rafe out, heading to the window now that your legs feel a bit more stable, watching him climb down the lattice. he gives you a wave once his feet hit the concrete, only for his entire body to freeze when the side door opens up, your dad stepping out into the light.
“rafe cameron, im going to kill you!”
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itsthestutterforme · 7 days
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taken care of
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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, established relationship, exhibitionism, VERY BARRY HEAVY FIC!, fishing and like description of cooking fish??? does that need a warning lol, mention of drugs, rafe and barry are drug dealers in this but its very brief, drinking, female receiving oral, sharing is caring lol?, p in v sex, male masturbation, voyeurism
“you don't wanna get out?” rafe asks, his hands petting over your thighs.
“im happy watching from here.” you hum, leaning forward to give him a kiss.
“okay.” rafe sighs, digging in his pocket for his keys, placing them in your awaiting palm. “you can keep the ac and radio on if you want.”
“you know me so well.” you coo, giving rafe another peck on the lips as he goes to the back of his truck, pulling out his tackle box and fishing pole. you keep the door open until you reach over from your passenger seat and turn the truck on, allowing you to roll down the window.
you wave at barry when he notices you in the backseat. “brought sweetheart fishing?” he questions, making rafe let out a grunt, while you just giggle.
barry loves to flirt with you in front of rafe, because he gets pissed and you get so shy, always ducking your head or hiding behind rafe.
“just watching.” you shrug, adjusting yourself so you're comfortable, glad the side of the road is so close to the river bank, letting you stay in the truck but still be close enough to listen to rafe and barry as they chat.
“fish on.” rafe calls out, huffing as he begins to reel. you sit up a little bit, trying to spot the fish in the water before it breaks the surface. your boyfriend hauls it out, a large fish but not a kind he usually keeps.
“wanna hold it?” rafe asks, looking to you.
“no.” you shake your head, hand coming to the lock button on the truck just in case he tries to get closer. “but ill take your picture with it.”
you raise your phone, snapping a picture of rafe with his fish before he undoes the hook from its mouth. he tosses it back into the river, the fish quickly retreating into deeper water.
you send the picture to rafe, knowing the grin on his face is only because of you. he doesn't even bother to check when his phone buzzes in his pocket. all notifications are silenced except for yours, even barrys texts being delivered without notification, only his emergency calls making the phone ring.
you don't even realize that you've fallen asleep leaned against the seatbelt, the warm sun on your face and calming sounds of the river flowing. you only blink your eyes open when the drivers door closes. you rub your eyes and look over to rafe, a gentle smile on his face. “sorry i woke you up.”
“it's okay.” you hum, leaning over the center console, arms circling around rafes shoulders, just wanting to cuddle up to him now that you're awake. “did you catch some more?”
“yeah, some nice bass. put a couple in the cooler if you're feeling up for fish tonight.”
“you wanna know what i want?” you tilt your head to the side, pulling back to look at rafe.
“what?” he hums out, eyes glancing between your lips and meeting your gaze.
“you.” you say before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a kiss, frowning when rafe doesn't reciprocate the way you want him to.
you pull away with an intense pout. “rafeyyy.” you whine out.
“uh, babe-” rafe chuckles, a look of mischief in his eye. you hear someone clear their throat in the back seat. your eyes widen, turning to see barry sitting there with a smirk on his face.
“oh my god!” you squeal, turning forward so the seat blocks your view of barrys goofy grin, covering your red face with your hands. “rafe cameron, why didn’t you say something earlier?” you shout, reaching over to slap him on the arm as he laughs.
“you kissed me before i could say anything!” rafe argues back, still laughing as you turn back to barry and apologize. “hes coming over for dinner.” “okay.” you whisper. you know barry is a drug dealer, and you know rafe is part of it too, but he keeps you as far away as he can from the life of crime, insisting that hes being as safe as possible, only dealing to kooks at parties.
rafe and barry chat, with occasional interjections from you, as rafe drives the truck towards your shared house. you don’t even bother going inside as you all head towards the backyard where rafe has a fish preparing station as well as a full outdoor kitchen with an expensive grill that was your birthday gift to him last year. sure, you paid for it with his credit card, but its the thought that counts.
“gonna take a leak, back in a minute.” barry heads towards the renovated pool house instead of the main home as rafe swings the heavy cooler up onto the counter. “is he staying the night?” you ask. barry always stays in the pool house when he ends up sleeping over, usually because hes too drunk to get himself home. 
“why? afraid you’re not gonna be able to be loud?” the only negative is the pool house is not too far from the glass sliding doors that lead into your bedroom with a view of the backyard and then ocean just beyond the fence you insisted get put up to keep anything from getting in your pool.
“stop it.” you whine, propping yourself up onto a clean spot on the counter. “i want you so bad.”
“well, im making you dinner right now.” rafe shrugs. “you’ll have to be patient.”
“but you promise to fuck me tonight? come on, i don’t know how long i can wait and i don’t want you getting too drunk with barry to fuck.” you complain, feet swinging.
“promise you’ll get off.” rafe says, noting that his words don’t seem to truly please you as you continue to have a scowl on your face. he knows how quickly your attitude turns when you get too needy for him.
“what you want to drink, pretty mama?” barry asks as he emerges from the pool house. 
“hard lemonade.” you bat your eyelashes at barry, moving from your spot on the counter as rafe gets out the fish to prepare it. you hate seeing him cutting into it, so you move to sit on the outdoor sofa instead.
“will never understand how you guys can drink those.” you turn your nose up at the beer barry brings for himself, handing one to rafe.
“jeez, whats gotten into you?” barry lets out a stark laugh, cracking open his beer with his keys before doing the same with your hard lemonade, handing it to you. even with the alcohol diluted, you still don't like the taste as your nose scrunches.
“shes horny.” rafe simply says, not turning away from his preparation.
“rafe, oh my god!” you shout. 
“oh.” barry just smiles at you, inching closer. “she gets bratty when shes horny?” he questions, not even talking to you despite his eyes glazing down your body.
“yeah. feel free to eat her out, man. itll get rid of her attitude while i finish grilling.” rafe says it so nonchalantly it takes both of you a second to realize he’s serious.
“really rafe?” you question. hes usually the most protective guy there is, always reacting badly when barry flirts with you.
rafe turns to look at the two of you on the couch. “why not? you’re just getting your cunt licked so you can stop being all pissy.”
“maybe because she’s your girl?” barry is just as surprised, though clearly eager from the way he keeps glancing between your thighs, now pressed tighter together.
“you’re not gonna fuck her. she’s not gonna touch your dick. you’re just eating her out.” rafe shrugs. “it’ll be doing me a favor, keeping her busy while i finish our dinner.” “well, i aint gonna argue. what you think sweetheart?” barry turns to you. you glance between him and rafe, only nodding when rafe gives you an encouraging nod. 
“perfect, now take those shorts off, let me see that pussy.” barry grins, gold tooth on display. 
you look to rafe as you stand up, surprised to see him already turned back to gutting his fish. you push your shorts and underwear down with a quick motion. he glances over his shoulder, simply smirking.
“i can’t believe he’s actually okay with this.” you mutter as you sit down, keeping your thighs pushed together as barry moves to his knees.
“just taking care of his girl for him. like how i take care of his drugs or people who fuck with him.” barrys hands come to your thighs, rubbing gently.
“you don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to-” barry can’t even finish his sentence as your legs spread open, revealing a sticky wet mess.
“i-um…” you blush. “i really am horny.” “i see that.” barry clears his throat, his eyes on your pussy. “now, lemme taste that.”
he leans in slowly, giving you a last chance to change your mind before his tongue swipes through your folds, making you shout out. you lean your head against the back of the couch as barry continues dragging his tongue around your cunt, purposely missing the areas you want him most.
“fuck, that’s good.” you moan, watching as rafe moves the prepared fish to the grill, looking over the way barry is hunched on the ground, knees digging into the pavement, his face surprisingly blank of jealousy.
“not as good as your boy though, right?” barry chuckles, hands coming to your cunt, pulling your folds apart to give him a view of your spread hole. 
“no.” you shake your head. it’s true, while barry feels good, he’s nothing compared to rafe. “sorry, bears.” you use the nickname for him reserved for moments when he lets his sweet side show. not often, but you occasionally get it.
“its alright, mamas.” barry shakes his head, eyes glossing over with lust as he sees the way your hole clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. “i know im just getting to eat you out this one time, i’m not gonna waste it.”
he leans in, done teasing as his tongue pushes into your entrance. you let out a moan, reaching down to grip onto barrys hair, undoing his ponytail so it falls into your fists. you hold his face closer as his tongue pushes in and out.
“god, you’re even tight around my tongue.” he groans, switching between kissing your entrance and fucking it with his tongue.
“and you’ll never get to experience it beyond this.” rafe smirks, knowing he’s the only one who gets to fuck you, your first and only. he flips the fish over on the grill, knowing by the look on your face that you’ll  cum by the time its done cooking.
“like having dessert before dinner.” barry slurps at your juices, tongue traveling up to your clit. 
“isnt she the sweetest?” rafe smiles at you, closing the lid of the grill as he gets the table ready, plates and silverware as well as a prepared salad.
“like candy.” barry murmurs, sucking your clit into his mouth, making your back arch as you let out a squeal.
“keep doing that!” you shout out, not caring that your neighbors may hear the way you’re screaming for him. at least the tall wooden fence blocks any view of your exposed sopping wet cunt.
“cum for him.” rafe commands. “dinner is almost ready.”
barry works his hardest, sucking your clit while his tongue simultaneously flicks over it. you try to hold on for a moment longer before your orgasm rips through your body, hips pushing up as you cum with a squeal.
barry switches to gentle licks as your clit pulses, working you through your high until you let go of his hair, pushing his head away as you pant, chest moving rapidly up and down.
“god, that was good.” barry pulls away, wiping his mouth against his sleeve as he stands, looking down at you as he squeezes his clearly hard length through his cargo shorts. 
barry grabs his beer off the table, moving over to take his seat at the outdoor table. you’re surprised how quickly he’s able to return to normal, as if he wasn’t just eating his friends girlfriend out.
“come on, princess.” rafe grabs your shorts, helping you slide them back up your legs. “fish is ready.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, then cheek, then finally against your lips.
“yeah.” you nod, standing and wobbling slightly, rafe wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you to the table until you’re in your seat.
“feeling better?” rafe questions, preparing your plate for you, seeing you still need a moment to recover.
“way better, actually.” you hum, no longer desperate for an orgasm. “thanks barry.”
“just helping my friends out.” he shrugs, lips still slightly glossy.
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“leave it open.” rafe says as your hand moves to close the large curtain that covers the sliding glass doors. your eyebrows raise as you turn to rafe. 
“barry did you a favor earlier, might as well give him a view.” he smirks, pulling his shirt off.
you glance towards the pool house, rafe of course keeping him supplied with plenty of beers, enough that he was too tipsy to go home. he’s sitting on the bed, eyes meeting yours as the blinds have been left open.
it doesn’t take much longer for rafe to have you kneeling on the bed, tits bouncing as he plunges into you from behind, hands tight on your waist, holding you up on display for barry, stroking himself, his cock just in view through the window.
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pls can we get fwb rafe i NEED
omg yes?? i feel like fwb!rafe would be such a douchebag, like he'd tell you everything you want to hear while he's inside of you but as soon as he's finished, he's like "alright, you gotta dip" and what's crazy is he makes it clear he doesn't want you but doesn't want anyone to have you
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"Fuck, I'm about to-" Rafe groaned on top you, biceps on either side of your head as he rocked his hips violently into yours, the headboard banging viciously against the wall, leaving an even deeper dent than last time.
His head was thrown back, neck on display as your hands roamed his back, clawing at the skin like a feral cat. The feeling of your nails digging into his flesh had the man fucking you harder, his head dropping down as he looked into your eyes.
Sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and onto your forehead but you couldn't care less, revelling you ecstasy even more when his face began to twist in the best way possible. The man on top of you slammed himself further into you, hitting places that made your back arch as he let out a deep, raspy sigh, the feeling of him releasing inside of you making you shudder.
You expected him to keep going until you reached the same high but it was only seconds before his hips were slowing and he was pulling out, kneeling in between your legs as heavy breaths left his lips, a cocky smile on his face.
All you could do was pout, sitting up slightly on your elbows. "Are you fucking serious?"
"What?" He shrugged, climbing off of the bed. You pulled the bed sheet up against your chest and turned on your side to face him.
"You know the whole point of this is for both of us to come, right? And as far I'm concerned, there's still an ache between my legs."
"Who said that shit?" He chuckled, pulling his underwear and jeans back up his legs, fiddling with the belt around his waist. You simply scoffed and rolled your eyes, throwing the bed sheet off of you to get up and pick up your phone from the nightstand. "I'm just fuckin' with you, alright? I got you next time."
Now it was you who was chuckling, looking down at your phone as you spoke, still completely naked. "Next time." You mocked, turning the device off and looking around the room for your scattered garments. You didn't miss the shadow of Rafe's frame rounding the bed to stand near you. "Where'd you throw my bra?"
"It's hanging from the lamp." He motioned his head in the direction of the piece of clothing dangling from the light shade. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I have a date, not that it's any of your business..." You muttered absentmindedly, struggling to clasp the bra together.
Suddenly, a finger was going under the bra and in between your breasts as soon as you'd clasped it together, Rafe using the material to pull you in closer until your toes were touching and you looked up at the man in question, his blue eyes squinted as he glared down at you, almost analyzing you.
"Oh, you're deadass."
"...Why wouldn't I be?" You replied back. Rafe stared you down for a few moments before walking towards the nightstand, finger still hooked under your bra as he used the hold to walk you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the nightstand. "What're you doing?" You asked as the boy reached for your phone, unlocking it with ease. You never gave him your password. "Rafe-"
"Dylan says he can't wait to see you." He read the message, tone dripping with sarcasm. "I think we should call Dylan." He threatened, thumb moving across the screen as you reached for it, but he just held it out of your reach and all you could do was stand by, hearing the call ring faintly as the man held the device to his ear.
"What the hell is wrong with you-"
"Heyy, Dylan right?" Rafe drug out. "Listen, Y/n can't make it tonight. She's having a little trouble walking at the moment, you can blame me for that, I get a little rough as she likes to say." He told the boy on the other end, your jaw dropping as you slapped his chest and continued trying to pull his arm down to take the phone. "But hey, at least I took her off your hands for the night. It was nice talking to you buddy but I'm going to block your number right now, no hard feelings alright? You have a nice night, Dylan." Was the last thing he said before ending the call and presumably blocking the guy's number and handing you your phone back.
His finger unhooked itself from your bra as he walked away to grab his shirt and slide it on. You stood starstruck, phone in hand as you eyed him walking around. "You are actually the fucking worst. Do you know that?"
Rafe simply walked over to you with a hazy smile on his lips, planting his warm hands on your waist. He enveloped you in a heated kiss, tongue slipping past your lips and playing with your own before pulling back, looking you up and down. "Get dressed and sneak out the back, I gotta meet Top soon." He demanded, slapping your bare ass and stepping back from you. "And I'm still dripping down your leg."
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MINORS DNI 18+
RAFE CAMERON who manages to grab the waistband of your little shorts, keeping you from escaping with the rest of the Pogues as they speed away. He yanks you into him, wrapping an arm around your waist to lift your feet from the ground. Hopelessly, you fight back, heartbroken your friends have to leave without you while you’re stuck on the boat that carries the Cross of Santo Domingo and the traitor who kept it out of the hands of its rightful owner. “Where’d you think you were goin’, huh?” Rafe’s smug and husky voice fills your ear, and instinctively you jerk away. Claws rake at his corded forearm pinning your back to his side but it’s no use. He lumbers off with you in hand.
Stuck with him in close proximity on this boat means you get no privacy. No room to yourself, no room to breathe. Rafe Cameron is breathing down your neck at every turn. You’re with the Pogues for life, but Rafe’s got a hold on you you can’t shake. You had no idea what to call it, friends, exes, lovers, you couldn’t label it. All you know is for the next couple weeks while he transports that cross he’s got your legs spread, speared on his dick, every which way. “S’good way to pass the time.” he tells you. Cock licking your insides with the deliberate roll of his hips, his cords of muscle moving fluidly under his skin. “I’m too soft on you, aren’t I? Y’know, you rebel against me, show me you’re tough, but when it comes down to it you’re begging me to put you in your place, huh? Where’s that place, baby?” His questions go unanswered as you can barely piece together what your name is let alone what he wants you to say. His pelvis drives harder, smacking skin on skin to a painful degree, until he squeezes choked sounds out of you. “Huh? Where’s it at?” he asserts with more force this time, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth.
“Right here, Rafey, right here.” you promise, clinging onto him tighter: hands in his shirt, legs wound around his torso, pussy pulsing. You belong right here underneath him and you know it.
“Don’t start that ‘Rafey’ shit with me, I’m pissed at’you.” he sneers, his intense eye contact demanding your attention when he grabs your chin to make you look at him. “You think they’re gonna come back for you? Naw, baby, you’re stuck with me. And there ain’t a thing you can do about it.”
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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter One
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Chapter Summary: You’ll never forget the look on Steve’s face when he saw Peggy at the SHIELD base back in 1960s. A part of his heart still beats for her so when Steve goes to return the infinity stones to their time line, you push for him to go to her. Even if that means it’s the last time you see him.
Themes: dark themes (character mourning, dissociation, dehydration, starvation), angst
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“I think you should go to her,” you finally tell Steve as he stares at you from the driver side of the car.
He’s been asking you what was wrong since you got into the car with him. It was time for him to return all of the stones back to their rightful place.
And there was a thought stuck rattling in your head since you woke up this morning. You woke up earlier than Steve did, which was absolutely unheard of.
You were surprised you were awake so early. You and the team had fought Thanos’ army yesterday so you should have been exhausted. But something kept you from sleeping.
You turned around in Steve’s arms, sighing when you press your hands onto his bare chest. Your eyes drift down to his bruised ribs back up to his relaxed face as he slept.
Even when he was sleeping, his features were strong. The sight made you remember the look on his face when he saw Peggy in the lab next to her office.
That was the first time he saw Peggy in decades. The two of you stayed there to avoid being caught by authorities when Steve noticed his picture on a desk.
And by complete coincidence, you chose to hide in Peggy’s office. The love of his life.
You knew how much he loved Peggy. But he had to come to terms with the fact that he missed his window.
So he stopped talking about her but he still kept a picture of Peggy in his wallet. Right next to yours.
Now he had a chance to be with her. And you knew he would come back to you despite that chance because he loves you and he’s a loyal man.
Deep down, the two of you knew he wasn’t in love with you because he was still in love with Peggy.
So it needed to be you to push him to do what he couldn’t before. Choose himself.
“Go to who, baby?” He asks, his face pressed to concerned frown. “To Peggy,” you said softly. “Doll,” he starts but you interrupt him.
“I love you, Steve. And I know you. I know that you don’t talk about her anymore because you thought that seeing her again was impossible. But look around us, Steve. We did the impossible. You have a second chance and I want you to take it.” You explained, holding his gaze.
His face fell at your words and you reached over to turn the car off, taking the keys.
“I don’t understand.. How long have you had this in your head? That I would leave you for someone who’s in my past?”
“A past that you’re going to visit in an hour.” You correct. “How long?” He repeats, readjusting in his seat.
“Since Tony’s funeral,” “My God, Y/N.” He rubs a hand over his face.
“She’s the love of your life, Steve. Are you really going to pass up that kind of opportunity? You only find that kind of love once. And I’m.. really grateful that I had the chance to be loved by you.” He takes in your words a moment and shook his head.
Taking your hand into his, he pulled you closer to the middle console.
“Stop talking like I’m already gone. You are the love of my life,” “You don’t have to lie to me to protect my feelings, Steve.”
Tears brimmed in your eyes at the word gone.
“It’s going to hurt but it’s for the best,” you sniffled, moving your hand away from him but he tightened his grip.
“You still keep her picture in your wallet. I know that when we were in her office and you saw her, that your heart skipped a beat.. you’ve never looked at me like that.” You reasoned, wiping a tear trailing down your cheek.
“Baby, please don’t do this.”
“If I don’t push you, you won’t choose yourself. You deserve to be selfish. You deserve the life that Tony was telling you about, Steven.”
You pulled away from him, you opened the car door taking a deep breath of the crisp, fall air.
Your tears were free falling, trailing down your neck ultimately staining your shirt.
He climbed out of the car and desperately trailed after you.
“I’ll drive the car back to the apartment. I’ll take care of everything on this end-“
“Stop,” he closes the distance between you and you took a few steps away from him.
You tried to speak again but he tells you to stop. He waits until you ceased your backpedaling to fully embrace you.
“Just stop, doll. Please don’t break my heart like this.” He says softly, holding your face in his hands.
“I don’t have a choice. You won’t do it for yourself.” “You’re right. I won’t do it,”
“Go to her. Please, for me, Stevie.” you croaked, falling into his chest as soft sobs bubbled in your throat.
You mumbled a please and he blinks away a few tears, trying to remain level headed.
“I’ll call Banner and tell him Scott needs to return the stones.” He says.
“No. No, you’re going to return the stones.” You pulled away from his chest to look up at him.
“I can’t leave you like this,”
“Swear to me.. on your mother’s grave, Steve.” you said flatly, stepping out of his embrace. You felt sick to your stomach but most of all, you felt tired.
“Okay,” he whispers while a few tears fell down his cheeks. Your sleepless eyes met his and you gave him a nod.
He forced himself to stay in place while he watched you walk back to the car but called your name when your hand touched the handle.
You stopped in your tracks and he came over to you, holding your face in his hands once again and kissed you warmly.
His thumb caressed the apple of your cheek and your body relaxed against his as he pressed your back flushed against the car.
Each time you tried to pull away, he followed your lips. He told himself that if he didn’t let you pull away that you won’t leave.
By the time he stopped kissing you, your lips were sensitive to the touch.
Your chest heaved with deep breaths, gripping his Henley for dear life as you stared up at him.
Your heart beats moved in synchrony the longer you held his gaze. Neither of you said anything.
Truth be told, you said everything you needed to say.
Steve wanted to stay because he loves you. You wanted him to leave because you love him.
And there was nothing either of you could say to each other change that.
**
Curled up in Steve’s side of the bed, softly inhale his woodsy, pine body wash from the sheets.
Each time you slowly blink, a stream of tears left your eyes.
You could hear your phone vibrating from where you had left it on the kitchen counter.
You had to silence your phone altogether because Steve kept calling you every two minutes once you left the compound in his car.
You knew he wanted you to say you were sorry and to take back everything you said about finding the life Tony told him about.
What he hadn’t told you was that Tony mentioned you when he said that.
He said that the love you and Steve had was just like the love him and Pepper had. Truth was, Steve had been wanting to ask you about kids for a while.
But he didn’t want to pressure you into it because you were still young.
To Steve, you still had your life ahead of you. You were 27.
Sure women were having kids younger than that in his time but times have changed.
Everything has changed. So of course a part of him wanted to go back to his time because it was familiar. But his time didn’t have you.
You had been in and out of sleep for most of the day. When you slept, you dreamt of Steve. And when you were awake, you thought of Steve.
Your eyes became dry as your mind separated itself from your body, disassociating to a place where you were the love of Steve’s life.
Bringing his hoodie up to your nose, more tears pricked your eyes.
You were worried that you would run out of tears before you had a chance to truly mourn him.
You didn’t think it was possible for you to love someone so much.
“What do you think, Buck?” Steve asks, watching his best friend blow out a long exhale.
“I think it takes a special kind of woman to let go of someone they love so they can be happy.” Bucky explains.
“She seemed.. serious. She hasn’t been answering my calls. I don’t know. It’s like..”
“A part of you is waiting for her to call you back,” Bucky finishes.
“Yeah,” “Listen, man. I’m sure Scott won’t mind if you called him up,” he explains. “She made me swear to on my mom’s grave, man.”
“I can only imagine how tough a choice this is. But whatever you decide, I’ll take care of her.” Bucky consoles and Steve relaxed a bit.
For as long as Steve could remember, he processed things in black and white. But for the first time in his life, he was living in the gray.
**
Your eyes grew strained the longer they fixated on a dot on the ceiling. Your eyes fluttered closed when the pressure behind them became unbearable.
Little did you know that Bucky had been by your apartment door trying to talk to you.
When he was met by silence, he chose to respect your space. He came back every day at 12:00 o’clock sharp.
By day two, he was getting concerned because there was no sign of life in the apartment. But he was give you some grace because you were mourning.
However he told himself that by the end of week, if nothing changed he would break the door down.
Today was the seventh day.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky asks through the door. His voice became white noise like everything else.
He waits a few seconds before kicking the door down.
“Y/N?” He calls, his voice echoing throughout your apartment. His heart sank when he didn’t hear a heartbeat.
Rushing into the bedroom, his eyes widened as they fell to your unconscious body.
He brought a finger under your nose to check if you were breathing and the longer he stood next to you is when he heard your faint heartbeat.
Panic rose in his chest when he tried to lift your head up and your neck fell limp in his hands.
“Oh my God,” he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower in cold water. Taking your body into his arms with one hand under your arms and one arm under your legs, he walks you into the bathroom.
He steps into the shower and sets you in between his legs, laying you underneath the frigid water careful to push your hair out of the way.
“Come on, Y/N.” He pleads, watching your face attentively but there was no expression.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t come in here sooner, doll. Please wake up.” He adds, rubbing the sides of your arms.
A sigh of relief left his lips when you started to stir against his chest.
“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “Hm? What’s.. what’s going on?” Your mouth felt dry as you tried to speak.
“‘S cold, James.” You curled into chest as he continued to rub your arms.
“I-I’m sorry.” He pulls away from you and turned off the shower.
You called him James out of respect because you noticed only people close to him called him Bucky. You haven’t seen him unless there was a huge fight that needed everyone’s help.
So you figured you had to earn the right to call him that.
He left the bathroom and came back with fleece blanket. He murmured for you lean forward so he could wrap the blanket around you.
He didn’t bother asking if you could stand, he took you into his arms again and walked you out of the door, kicking it closed with his foot.
In that moment you noticed the wooden door frame splintering around the inner edges.
A piece of wood was just barely hanging on by a shred, moving from the air of Bucky walking past it.
As much as you wanted to ask what happened to the door, you barely had enough energy to keep your eyes open- let alone talk.
“Steve,” you murmur, groaning when the throbbing behind your eyes started once again.
“Don’t worry about that right now. I’m taking you the hospital,” he answered but you couldn’t help but notice some of your neighbors staring at you with wide eyes and others with their phones brought up to their ears.
Others were recording Bucky carrying you down their hallway.
What the hell happened?
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SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT: Broken Silver Linings
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Series Summary: You and Steve have been together since he asked you to help him take down SHEILD. You had been through a lot together and the two of were starting to build a future with each other until Scott came to the Avengers Compound. When everyone came back from the Blip, it was seen as a second chance. But you lost everything. So was it really worth it?
Themes: LOTS of angst, dark themes (dissociation, self-neglect, self blame, self hatred, hospitalization, isolation, self sabotaging tendencies), sexual themes
Pairings: Steve Rogers x black!reader (romantic), Bucky Barnes x black!reader (romantic), Sam Wilson x black!reader (platonic)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
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"I Love Star Wars" - Frat!Rafe Cameron x Nerd!Reader
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a/n: from an anon request for rafe with a nerdy reader hehe. i borrowed from some iconic movie insults, so kudos if you recognize them! 🩷
Summary: Rafe makes some startling realizations about himself and his likes when you put him in his place.
Word Count: 4,735
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, idk bullying maybe kinda sorta, rafe being gross, fingering, tiddy succin, degradation kink, mommy kink if you squint, choking, hair pulling, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, reader is coded to have a big booty
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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Rafe knows he’s in trouble the first time he meets you. It’s the day before his final report for his Communications class is due and he’s barely even started on it. He figures he’ll be able to get away with bullshitting some sort of speech, he just needs to hit the library and find one to emulate. So, he shows up, wearing his hockey sweatshirt, a pair of gym shorts, his SnapBack sitting backward on top of his head, walking into the campus library as if he owns the place. That’s when he sees you, the lone soul in this shitty, depressing place at this hour. He saunters over to you, trying to read your nametag, but realizes you don’t in fact have one. You look up at him with a polite smile, eyes shining behind your glasses.
“Can I help you find something?” Fuck, he thinks he’s already found it. After a moment, he nods, asking you if you can lead him to the Communications books. You nod, gesturing for him to follow you, “It’s kinda hard to find, just follow me.”
Your hoodie is fairly unassuming, but he can hardly tear his eyes away from how your ass fills out those jeans as you walk. God damn, he’s going to be thinking about this for weeks. You come to a stop, and he’s so immersed in checking you out that he almost plows right into you. You turn to him, pointing toward the next aisle over.
“It’s organized alphabetically by title, so you should be okay. The librarian’s left for the night, so it’s just me. I can’t special order anything, but I can check out your rentals.”
“It’s just you?” Rafe questions, resting his forearm against the shelf behind you, leaning in close as he whispers, cocking an eyebrow, “So what happens if I’m feeling a little… Naughty, Miss Librarian?”
You narrow your eyes, pursing your lips slightly as you reply, “We don’t have an adult books section. I’d suggest you go home and rub one out, frat boy.”
Rafe’s jaw drops as you walk away, though he continues to admire that ass as you disappear from sight. He sighs to himself before turning to the shelf, frowning as he tries to figure out what book is going to fucking help him finish this assignment. Unable to narrow it down, he grabs the three he thinks he needs and shuffles over to the counter, holding them out to you. 
You snatch them out of his hands before declaring, “You can only check out two books at a time. Pick one to put back.”
He eyes you up and down, a sly smile playing on his lips, “Is that a policy or your personal rule, Miss Librarian?”
“It’s school policy.”
“Well that’s no fun,” Rafe leans in, grinning at you, eyes sparkling with amusement, “You look like you could use a little more fun in your life, don’t you think?”
“How about I go throw myself in front of the campus bus? That would be more fun than this conversation,” you retort, tossing one book aside, scanning the other two before shoving them back in his hand, “Thanks. Don’t come again.”
Rafe is taken aback by your hostility for a fleeting moment, but he recovers quickly, questioning, “I think you’re just trying to act tough, but these bitchy little comments? They just tell me that you want me. You’re playing hard to get. I respect the hustle.”
“Delusions of grandeur are usually indicative of a deeper psychological problem.”
“You always this unfriendly?”
“I don’t know, are you always this naggy?” You counter, “Anyway, we’re closing.”
“Aw, I know what it is,” he nods sagely, the sight of which has you ready to smack him, “You’ve never been hit on by a hottie like me before. That’s what’s got you all worked up. Not used to the rich, preppy, sexy athletes.”
“Well, I’m not exactly your demographic’s type,” you scoff, gesturing to your glasses, “Now can you leave?”
“You’d be surprised. Dorky chicks like you turn me on too.”
“Interesting. However, I don’t have a thing for frat boys. Bye!”
Rafe is unceremoniously shoved out of the library, the door slammed in his face. He lets out a huff of annoyance. Did you just… Blow him off? What the actual fuck? No one gets to blow him off like that! This is ridiculous. And why does he feel so amped up after you were such a bitch to him? It was oddly… Exhilarating. He walks back to his room to finish his studying, his mind consumed with thoughts of the girl who insulted him at the library.
Though he doesn’t actually see you again until the following semester begins.
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It’s the first day of classes, and Rafe can hardly believe his luck. There you are, sitting up in the front row. You look just as good as he remembers. You’re wearing those same skinny jeans, your hair tied up, glasses framing your pretty face, and a Star Wars tee shirt. It’s weirdly hot to him in a way he can’t explain. He knows that you’ve written him off as some dumb jock frat boy, but all this time he’s had you on his mind. There’s an edge to you. Something he wants desperately. 
So, he comes and takes the empty seat right beside you. You do your best to ignore him, completely avoiding eye contact, typing away on your laptop. But from what Rafe can see? You’re just typing gibberish. 
So, he leans over slightly, keeping his voice low and smooth as he tries to make polite conversation, “Hey. So, we’re in this class together. What’s your major?” 
He doesn’t receive a response, only your withering glare. Rafe wants to guess that you’re a History or Psychology major, but he’s proven wrong at your clipped response.
“STEM. And let me guess, you’re…” You give him a condescending smile, “Communications.”
“Close,” Rafe grins, “Business Management. You always so judgmental?”
“You always so annoying?”
“Depends who I’m talking to,” Rafe replies, a definite hint of flirtation as he does, “Anyway, you’re pretty hot for a nerd, you know that? Those glasses are really doing it for me, shorty.”
The nickname makes you grimace, but you still answer in a biting tone, “Thanks. I’m really living my suburban teenage fantasy right now, having some alpha male douchebag call me a nerd while simultaneously hitting on me.”
That big dumb grin on his face fades slightly, an irritated edge to his voice as he replies, “You know what you look like with those glasses? You look like a nerd. Though you’re kinda cute when you’re not acting like a little brat.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot the great Rafe Cameron has blessed me with his attention. Let me offer a blood sacrifice in your honor.”
Rafe eyes you up and down as you roll your eyes and pull out your notebook. Why is he so fucking interested in you? He doesn’t understand it. Why are you all he can think about? Every time you insult him, he can’t help but want to prove himself to you even more.
“You know, that body though. It’s unbelievable.”
Your eye twitches in annoyance, “Excuse me?”
He leans in, intent on provoking you even further, “Yeah. Didn’t you hear me, babe? Those curves really got me going, shorty.”
“You’re a pig,” you reply dryly, “And what do you think, you’re Justin Bieber or something? No one says ‘shorty’ anymore, white boy.”
“Damn, calm down. Did I touch a nerve by calling you out on that ass? I mean, you can’t blame a man for noticing. Those jeans don’t lie and, baby girl, you’re thicc. I’m lovin’ it.”
“You’re disgusting. Calling you a pig is an insult to pigs.”
Rafe watches as you scowl, looking around for another seat. However, you don’t appear to find one, sitting back down dejectedly, burying your face in your hands.
“So, tell me, princess. Is all that junk in the trunk natural? Because it’s gotta be the Eighth Wonder of the World if it is.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, it’s phenomenal.”
It’s lucky that the lecture starts right then and you’re able to ignore Rafe and begin scribbling away at your notes. Judging by how tense your body is, he thinks he was about three comments away from giving you an aneurysm. You’re so focused on your coursework that you don’t even notice the way he stares at you, unfocused as his gaze wanders the expanse of your body. The way your glasses frame your eyes, bits of hair falling in your face… Everything about you excites him.
Rafe snaps out of his dreamy state when you raise your hand, answering a question the professor has asked. That’s when he learns your name, committing it to memory. And fuck, your voice? You sound so goddamn smart when you give your answer. And when you’re not busy insulting someone? It’s so… 
Pretty.
When class ends and you’ve shoved your belongings in your bag, Rafe calls out to you, resting a hand on your shoulder, not firmly enough to hold you in place, but enough to get your attention. You let out a groan of frustration, glancing at him as you question what the fuck he wants.
“Listen, I know I was being a dick earlier-”
“At least you’re self aware.”
“Look, just listen to me for a second! Maybe I came on a little strong at first-”
“A little?” You repeat, giving him an incredulous look, “You talked about my ass for like five minutes!”
“Well, I mean, there is a lot to talk about-”
His cock twitches in his jeans at the way you narrow your eyes, glaring up at him, “And this is your big apology?”
Rafe shrugs, leaning in, a dirty little smirk playing on his lips, “Listen, princess. I’m a bit of a jerk sometimes. You’re gonna have to get over it.”
“Why am I gonna have to ‘get over it’ when I can just avoid you?”
He continues following you as the two of you leave the lecture hall, easily keeping up with your brisk pace due to how stupidly long his legs are, “Yeah, I mean, you can. But you could also just accept that you’re hot and guys are gonna comment on it. You’re obviously not used to having a dude be as interested in you as I am. I can tell.”
“Do you not have anything better to do? Like some sorority girl to fuck or a kegger to attend?”
“Hey, I like a challenge.”
“So if I start being nice to you, you’ll leave me alone?”
Rafe arches a brow, “Uh, I mean-”
He doesn’t bother to hold back his laughter as you clasp your hands together, batting your eyelashes at him in an exaggerated manner, your voice high-pitched and shrill, “Ooo, Rafey, you look sooooo hot today, like, oh my God, I can’t even.”
“Damn, you’re sarcastic. That’s really hot.”
You shake your head, dropping your skateboard on the ground, another surprise, “Look. Let’s get something straight. I’m not your ‘bae’. I’m not your ‘shawty’. I’m not even going to be your friend. So take a hint and get lost.”
He watches you skate away, your middle finger high in the air, the gesture no doubt aimed toward him.
Damn, you’re something.
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Upon asking around campus, Rafe learns a lot about you. You’re a physics and chemical engineering double major with a minor in English lit. You’re on the robotics team, you love Star Wars, and you collect old school Marvel comic books. He commits every single thing about you to memory, mind consumed by thoughts of you. That sassy mouth, the way you stand up to him without a second thought. He’s so used to being flocked by people like Topper and Kelce and Sophia who listen to whatever he says, never challenging him. Never calling him out on his shit. You’re so different.
He sees you in the quad the next day, passing out flyers for a position being open on the robotics team, wearing a Star Wars tee shirt. Great, a conversation starter. He approaches you, confident with a huge smile on his face.
“Oh God,” you mutter, a tension headache already incoming at his mere presence.
“I love Star Wars.”
“Really?” You drawl, “What was your favorite?”
“The one one with the, uh, little fuzzy guys. The teddy bears.”
“Ewoks.”
“Sure. Anyway, can I get one of those flyers?”
You scoff, shaking your head, “No. Absolutely the fuck not.”
“Aw, come on,” Rafe whines, giving you what he’s sure is his most adorable smile, “It can’t be that difficult to get a flyer, shorty.”
“You? Interested in the robotics team? I call bullshit. So no.”
“What, so I’m not good enough for your team? You’re being racist now, shorty.”
You give him an annoyed glare before blurting out, “You’re white! I literally cannot be racist to you!”
“Reverse racism.”
“We have a minimum GPA requirement of 3.2 and I’m pretty sure you’re under that,” you reply, giving a passing student a flyer, “What’s the SAE and hockey team requirement? 2.0? Yeah, no. Bye.”
“C’s get degrees, girl! I’m busy focusing on hockey and partying and my girls.” He can see how annoyed you’re getting and decides to ramp it up a notch, “So, my charms finally getting through to you? Finally gonna admit you’re into hot alpha athletes?”
“You’re so not an alpha. You’re a sigma. At best.”
Rafe’s jaw drops slightly at your response, “Wha- What do you mean at best?! And what the hell is a sigma?? You’re just making stuff up now!”
“Aren’t you the SAE president?” You snark, “Sigma Alpha Epsilon?”
Rafe blinks, surprised at how much you know about him, before mumbling, “Oh, so that’s what it stands for…”
You shake your head, sighing to yourself, “You know, you’re so clueless that it’s almost adorable.”
He stares after you as you walk away, admiring your ass in those jeans.
“Wait, you think I’m adorable?? Babe, I think we’re really getting somewhere!”
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Is changing up his morning jog schedule and route to match yours pathetic? Yes, yes it is. 
Does Rafe care? No, no he does not.
As he comes bounding up to you, looking almost like some sort of overgrown puppy, you give him an annoyed glare, “Rafe.”
“I have a question for you.” He pauses, “Will you go on a date with me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?” He almost whines, “I’m hot, you’re hot. It’s a great match. You know I’m right.”
“Nice try, Casanova, but no thank you.”
The two of you come to a stop by the water fountain, and you can practically feel him undressing you with his eyes as you lean forward to fill your water bottle. Dammit, are you going to have to stop wearing leggings for your run? Jesus, this guy is obsessed with your ass.
“Why the hell not? What’s wrong with me?”
You glare at him, the anger in your eyes making his stomach twist in anticipation, his cock straining against the fabric of the basketball shorts he’s come out to jog in. He watches you inhale sharply through your nose before you begin to speak.
“I think… No. I am positive that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. In the short time I’ve known you, you’ve demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the male personality, and even discovered a few new ones. You’re physically repulsive, intellectually stunted, morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid.” Just as he thinks you’ve finished and is about to reply, you continue, “You have no taste, a lousy sense of humor, and you smell. You’re not even interesting enough to make me sick.”
Rafe is rendered silent for a long moment, staring at you with wide eyes before he finally replies, “Holy shit. I’d ask where all that came from, but it’s more fun trying to figure out for myself. I’m not gonna lie, this shit is turning me on, shorty.”
You look at him, the shock and abject horror on your face being worth a million dollars as you question, “You… I… You’re getting off on this?!”
“A little,” he answers honestly.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You scowl, turning to jog in the other direction, “Jesus fucking Christ!”
“Wait, come back, shorty! I wanna hear more of the mean things you have to say about me! I’ve never been this hard in my life, wait up!”
“Oh my god, you’re disgusting!”
“I love it when you talk dirty, keep going, baby.”
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Rafe finally makes some sort of progress with you one night when he comes to the library to pick up a book for the assignment he’s working on in one of his classes. As usual, he’s about to make a beeline over to you, but he sees that you look more stressed out than usual, eyes watering slightly. He frowns, coming closer, wanting to do nothing more than wrap you in his arms and fix whatever it is that’s bothering you. To take you away somewhere, to treat you like a princess. He watches as the head librarian rails into you about something, your lower lip trembling slightly as you nod, mumbling your apologies.
“What’s happening?” He whispers, approaching you.
“Nothing,” you mumble, wiping at your eyes quickly, doing your best to ignore your boss’s screaming.
Rafe knows it’s not nothing. And so, he turns to the librarian, mouth set in a firm line.
He’s never been one to play knight in shining armor before. But for you? He’s ready to take on the world. You watch in astonishment as Rafe tells your boss that she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, that every time he’s come into the library, you’ve been nothing short of professional and helpful. That you’re extremely intelligent and she should be ashamed of herself for being such a cranky old hag. You cover your mouth, doing your level best not to burst into laughter as she offers a half-hearted apology and scurries away.
“Damn,” you comment, “You really gave it to her.”
Rafe shrugs, “She deserved it. I don’t like seeing pretty girls cry.” He pauses before smirking, “Well, unless it’s me doing it.”
You roll your eyes, watching as he walks away. At the last moment, just before he’s about to leave the library, you call out to him.
“Hey, Rafe?”
He turns back, “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He beams at you, scratching the back of his neck before blurting out, “Maybe if you really wanna thank me, you can let me take you out on that date? One date, no strings. If you don’t like me, you can leave anytime.”
You think for a moment before nodding, “Okay.”
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“When you said I could leave anytime, you didn’t mention I’d have to jump into the middle of the goddamn ocean!”
Rafe smirks as you climb onboard the Druthers, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, “Come on. I saw your Tinder profile. You said you love the ocean.”
“Yeah, from far away,” you reply snarkily, “Not in this boat! You know, statistically speaking, a whale could totally just whack us with its tail, we go flying, our bodies are never recovered-”
You’re cut off when Rafe leans in and squishes your cheeks together, a grin on his face as he teases you, “God, you’re a nerd.”
You roll your eyes, batting his hands away as the two of you walk over toward the bridge. You watch with slight interest as he unties the ropes and the two of you set sail. Rafe takes pride in showing you around the boat, and you have to admit, it’s kind of adorable how excited he is to be able to do this with you. The guy has even gotten a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon with some chocolate covered strawberries waiting for the two of you when you get a little bit further out to see. You watch him curiously over the rim of the flute you sip the expensive beverage from, and Rafe notices, his cheeks flushing slightly, though he claims it to be from a combination of the heat and the alcohol.
“You’re…” You trail off, “Not as horrendous as I thought you were. We’ve been sitting up here this whole time and you haven’t made one gross comment about my ass in this swimsuit.”
“Trust me, I may not have said anything, shorty, but I am looking-”
You burst into laughter, shaking your head, “I guess I gotta respect your honesty.”
“So,” Rafe questions, moving to sit closer to you, wrapping his arm around the backside of your seat, the ocean waves gently rocking the boat to and fro, the sun shining down on your skin, “What made you finally say yes?”
You look into those blue eyes, a smile playing on your lips. In truth, it was a lot of things. But you decide to tell him the main reason.
“What you did for me, with my boss? That was really cool of you. And you weren’t pushy about asking for a date after, so I figured I might as well give you a shot.” You pause before adding, “Don’t think it means I like you or anything, though.”
“Oh, no. We can’t have that. You might actually start being nice to me or something.”
You smirk, “Me? Nice to you? Not in a million years, puckhead.”
Rafe snorts out a laugh, leaning in closer to you, so close that if one of you moves even an inch, your lips will be touching, “Um, can I ask a question?”
“Do you mean ‘may’?”
He rolls his eyes, “Okay, Miss Librarian. May I kiss you?”
“Hm,” you pretend to think for a long moment, enjoying the desperation in his gaze, “Do you really deserve to kiss me?”
“I don’t know if anyone does,” Rafe murmurs, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, “But if anyone gets to, I want it to be me.”
There’s something so honest, so raw and vulnerable in his words, that you can’t resist. You pull him into a heated kiss, moving to straddle his lap. Rafe’s hands rest on the curve of your ass as he moans against your mouth, nipping softly at your lower lip, pleading for you to let him in. And, after teasing him a few seconds more, you do. Your arms wrap around him, your chest pressed flush against his, bodies warmed by the sun as you kiss passionately. Rafe’s hands slide under the fabric of your denim shorts, and he snickers to himself.
“Can’t believe you’re wearing a Darth Vader swimsuit.”
“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter in annoyance, nipping at his earlobe, making him giggle to himself even louder, “You wanted a nerd, you got one, frat boy.”
“I definitely want a nerd,” he mumbles, tossing your shorts aside, hands squeezing at the flesh of your ass.
You moan into his mouth, smiling into the kiss as you toss his stupid SnapBack aside. Sure, you’ve had a few drunken kisses at some high school parties, a few failed hookups, but nothing like this. You push Rafe down, your hands resting on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, littering the exposed skin with kisses as you move further and further down to the waistband of his swim trunks. He watches with amazement as you mouth at his cock over the fabric, groaning as you tease him.
“You’re this hard already? And all we’ve done is kiss? Kinda pathetic, Rafe.”
“Fuck, I love it when you’re mean to me,” he moans, struggling to keep himself from bucking his hips against your face, “Love it when you call me out on my shit. Need you to keep me in line, ma. Gonna do that for me?”
“I’ll consider it.”
Rafe tugs at the straps of your swimsuit eagerly, eyes going wide when he sees your tits, lips immediately moving to wrap around one of your nipples. He moans against your soft flesh, his tongue caressing the smooth bud as you guide his hand toward the apex between your thighs. You tug at Rafe’s hair as he moves your swimsuit aside, burying two ring-clad fingers knuckle-deep inside your pussy. You let out a moan, the cool metal of his rings rubbing against your clit as you grind yourself down against him. Part of you thinks that Rafe might be getting off on getting you off, judging by the look on his face.
You smirk to yourself, squishing his cheeks together much as he did to you earlier, “Awww, is this getting you all excited, baby? Making me feel good?”
“Yeah,” he admits, groaning as he moves his fingers faster, watching you let out a shuddering gasp as he rubs up against that spongy spot deep inside you, “Fuck, ma, you’re so tight. Can’t wait to be inside you, oh my God…”
Your stomach tightens as you move your hips down against his fingers, his mouth moving to your other tit as he eagerly suckles at you. It feels so much better than your own fingers, than any stupid toy you’ve ever used, because when you get to the edge, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, making you spill yourself all over his fingers. You watch with amusement as he pulls them out of you, eagerly licking the evidence of your arousal, moaning at your sweet taste. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more desired in your entire life than you do right now, with Rafe gazing up at you like you’re some sort of goddess. You move off of him, ridding yourself of your swimsuit, eagerly tugging at his trunks. Your eyes widen slightly at how long and girthy he is. Seeing the little smirk on his face, you immediately decide to humble him, grabbing him just hard enough to make him wince, but not enough to cause any real pain.
“Don’t get cocky.”
Rafe lets out a little whimper as you push him back onto the couch, nodding with a grin, “Yes, ma’am.”
He watches with amazement as you sink down onto him, your warm, wet cunt taking him in so fucking perfectly. Rafe has had sex before, sure, but nothing like this. He watches as you bounce on his cock, his hands squeezing at your ass, urging you on. You look fucking incredible. You give him a cheeky smile, one of your hands gently squeezing at his throat.
“You’re almost cute when you learn to shut the fuck up.”
Rafe laughs breathlessly, his eyes rolling back as you pull yourself up and sink back down onto him, your warmth enveloping him over and over, feeling so fucking tight around him. He feels his stomach tighten, your flesh so soft and supple in his palms, the noises the two of you make echoing throughout the stateroom aboard the Druthers.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He manages to eke out as he bucks his hips up eagerly against yours, “I really like you, and uh, fuck, oh fuck, ma, that feels so good…”
“And what?” You taunt, slowing your movements, “Use your words.”
“I want you. I want you to keep calling me out. Putting me in my place,” he groans, “Want you to talk about all your nerdy shit with me. Wanna go to your robotics competitions. Want you to come to my hockey games wearing my jersey, be the one standing next to me at all my frat’s parties. Wanna kiss you when we graduated, oh fuck, babe, I’m cumming.”
“Then cum for me, baby,” you coo, whispering against his ear, “Be a good boy and fill me up.”
The both of you are sent reeling from how intense the sex was, minds buzzing with millions of things to say but no energy to say them.
You’re the one who breaks the silence, turning to give him a lazy grin, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, you fucking dork. Wear your jersey and shit.”
Rafe snickers, pressing his lips to yours, “Yeah? Well, thanks, nerd.”
The two of you burst into giggles, pouring yourselves another glass of champagne, continuing your first date aboard the Druthers.
The first of many more dates to come.
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stay the night | rafe cameron (18+)
pairing: rafe cameron x female reader
summary: when rafe cameron sees you as just a fuck buddy, you embody the role and remind him what that means.
warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, jealousy, dominance play, oral receiving (f + m), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink, a little bit of fluff at the end
word count: 5.5k
zya's notes: i originally had this planned for my “brother’s rival” series but it didn’t fit so here u go
dedication: thank u @xorafe for beta-reading and ur feedbacks, u truly are a real one <3
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚
Rafe Cameron doesn't get jealous.
You two aren't a couple. You are nothing more than casual fuck buddies that are conveniently located within proximity of one another when one of you need to blow off some steam or get off. The feeling is completely mutual.
However, you've been exclusive.
It's unspoken, of course. No one is willing to admit that they don't want the other to be sleeping with other people and you settled on that ambiguity.
You thought it could mean something more.
You thought wrong.
The other day, after fooling around, you laid in his bed, wearing nothing, and asked if you could stay the night. As part of your undefined relationship, you don't do sleepovers. Rafe doesn't do sleepovers. However, he was the one who was calling you after midnight. He was the one who wanted you to sneak out of your house, where your parents placed a curfew. If you go home now, you would be caught dead in the act and get into trouble. It would be easier to save yourself and stay over.
"No." Rafe declared, not letting the suggestion linger for more than a second. You lifted yourself from the bed by propping your elbows against his mattress, staring at the man who's searching for his throwaway clothes on the floor and redressed himself. "We don't do sleepovers. I don't want to be caught with a Pogue."
"Rafe." You said with a hint of annoyance. He saw you naked, but he was afraid of being seen with you in public? "It's fucking four in the morning. My parents are going to see me."
He scoffed. "Not my problem."
"So what? You don't care if I get in trouble?"
He shrugged, pulling his shirt over his chest. "You're just a fuck."
You said nothing. You just stared at him. He quickly gets dressed and finds your clothes around his floor, throwing them on the bed for you to take. With a huff, you pull yourself from the comforts and put them on.
"I'll call you." He said as you walked out of his bedroom, but you didn't answer him. All you did was flip him off and make your way out.
The next morning, you got in trouble with your parents regarding your absence. But, you said nothing, taking the lecture they gave you and headed to your room.
And you thought, if he sees me as a quick fuck, fine. I'll be just that.
The next Kook party, you were there. You always attended Kook parties, despite being a Pogue, simply because the alcohol is all free and it tasted better. No more cheap beer on The Boneyard, but you had to admit—the music was better.
Kooks can't play for shit.
This party happened to be on Tanneyhill, the mansion where Rafe lived. You haven't seen him since the last time you hooked up, and it's been the longest you've gone without seeing each other. Sure, he called you but you let it go to voicemails and all his texts were left on read. You know, without a doubt, Rafe would be looking for you and attempting to pull you to the nearest bathroom to fuck your brains out.
But you didn't care.
(Maybe just a little).
After dancing for a while, grinding against random strangers and making conversations with some friends of yours, you settled into a seat next to a Kook. He introduced himself as Ethan, and you chat with him as you drink from your cup, making small talk about what you're doing this summer.
He seemed interested enough. His eyes shamelessly glance down at your top, which practically shows off your tits, and floats back to your lips a couple of times. You knew if you wanted to, he would've follow you to a bedroom and fuck you.
But you didn't.
You laughed at his jokes. You told some of your own.
All while having an nagging feeling of a pair of eyes on the back of your head.
You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. You know exactly who.
And Rafe Cameron is fuming.
He noticed you when you first walked in, in a top that shows off too much and a skirt that covers practically nothing. You walked into Tanneyhill as if you owned the place, despite being a Pogue, and that's one of the things that irritates him about you.
But it also made him attracted to you.
Your confidence. Your demeanor. You never backed down when Rafe tries to put you in your place and you never let him gain control without a fight. He likes that you make him work for it; there's a thrill in the chase. Because he knows, at the end of the day, it's his bed that you ended up in. It's his cock that you're sucking.
But, at this moment, he isn't so sure. Instead of being in his arms, talking to him, you were talking to some random fucking guy who attended Kook Academy and is making you laugh.
You didn't even bother to tell him you were coming.
Rafe thought he could hold it in until he got you alone.
But that was before the guy put his hand on your upper thigh and you let him.
It takes mere seconds for Rafe to cross the yard, and when he comes behind you, it surprises you at how silent he was. "Get your hands off my fucking girl," he snapped at Ethan and before Ethan got the chance to back off, Rafe grabs your arm and pulls you off the chair, taking you inside of Tanneyhill.
You let him drag you for a few moments. The booze in your system is making your reaction sluggish, but when the realization dawns on you, you finally pull away when you reach in front of his bedroom, hidden in a dark hallway.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He scoffs at your words. "What am I doing?" He repeats. You nod. He jabs an accusing finger in your direction. "What the fuck are you doing?"
You lift the cup to your lips. "I'm drinking."
His eyes are livid. "With that guy?" He gestures outside where Ethan is, jealousy pouring from his words and he sounds like he's using every inch of restraint he has to hold everything together. You shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but you are. When you don't answer him, feigning a bored expression, Rafe gets more frustrated. He doesn't like that you aren't reacting. He doesn't like it at all. "What's your fucking problem?"
You lift your shoulders in a casual shrug, pressing the red solo cup against your lips and says, "thought I was just another fuck."
He knows you were throwing his words back at him. He knows that this is some fucking test that you're doing to drive him bad. He also knows it's working, so much so that he knocks the cup out of your hands, causing the content to spill all over his marble floor. "Fuck you."
You scoff, unfazed by his aggression. "You already did." You say, and while Rafe is silently raging underneath, you decide to take it a step further. Closing in the distance until you're right in front of his face, you smirk, "and you fucking loved it."
Rafe is breathing hard, his blue eyes searching your face, his chest raising and falling in rapid beats as frustration rolls off of him, all while you tip your head to the side, raising your brow, challenging him to respond.
He does.
By slamming his lips against yours.
One of his hands catches the back of your neck as he presses a bruising and punishing kiss against your lips, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"You're mine." He breathes against your lips when you break apart, trailing kisses down the column of your neck as you tip your head back to give him more access, feeling his mouth working against your skin. "And no fucking asshole from the Academy is going to take you away from me."
Wanting to tease him further, you say. "What if I leave?"
He answers you by sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to arch into him and let out an involuntary moan as his free hand descends down to your short skirt and roughly palms your ass. Rafe chuckles against your skin, satisfied by your body's reaction to him. "Then no one is going to make you feel like I do."
His hands move to pull down your top, causing your tits to spill out of the fabric. The cold air pricks at your exposed skin and Rafe takes a beat of a second to admire you before lifting his gaze to meet you in an easy, cocky grin.
"So ready for me," he teases, moving his hand up to play with your hardened nipples between his fingers. You let out a small sigh. "God, you're fucking gorgeous."
"Shut up," you say, not liking how his words are making your cheeks flush with heat and a flutter of butterflies to swarm your stomach. This is just a fuck, you remind yourself. He lifts his blue eyes to meet you for a brief second before descending his mouth down to cover one of your nipples.
You always like playing with yourself there. As his tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, his teeth lightly graze against the bud, causing your moan to echo across the hallway and his hand immediately slaps over your mouth, silencing them.
Rafe's eyes lock with yours. "You don't want anyone to hear what a needy girl you are, do you?"
You clench your jaw underneath his hand, at his dominance, but when you don't answer fast enough, he asks again. "Do you?"
You shake your head and he pulls himself off of you, the cold invades the absence of his heat. But, Rafe doesn't leave you for long. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his bedroom. The moment the door slams close, his lips return on yours and his hands explore over your exposed body.
Your core clenches as Rafe slams you against the back of the door, kissing you hungrily as he lowers his hand to the cutoff of your skirt and pushes the flimsy material up to your hips before cupping your pussy.
"God, you're dripping," he says with a small laugh, looking up to you. "Are you this wet for me, baby?"
You are. Rafe Cameron has a way to make your entire body responsive to him, his touch, his kisses, his everything. But, you don't want to let him know that. You don't know how much you want it, how much you need it.
Instead of answering him, you say with a roughness to your voice, "if you don't fuck me, Cameron, I'll find someone else who will."
Humor leaves his face and his expression hardens. He cups your cunt hard, causing you to involuntary jolt forward into his hand and a small whimper to escape you. "This is mine. No other fucking man is going to touch this but me."
"Big words for someone who hasn't made me come."
His eyes darken and, with your taunting and teasing getting to him, he finally pushes your panties to the side and inserts a rough finger inside of your pussy, causing you to wince at the abrupt motion. "Can you handle it?"
You nod with closed eyes, feeling as he adds a second finger, thrusting in a steady but rough pace, his other hand fondling with your tits.
You lean back against the door with heavy breaths, moaning and clenching as your orgasm builds from his rhythm. Rafe knows your body, he knows you're about to come, and as your moans get more erratic and you grind harder into his hand, he quickens his thrusts. Leaning into you, he says to your ear, "let it out, baby."
You do.
Your walls clench around his fingers tightly as you ride on your high, so much so that you hear his muttered fuck under his breath. When you're slowly coming down from your climax, Rafe removes his hand. The loss of his touch causes you to frown but before you get the chance to open your eyes and complain, he pushes the wet digits against the entrance of your lips. "Suck."
You want to argue back, about him telling you what to do, but you can't seem to help but listen. Your eyes open and find his face, watching you as you suck his fingers clean of your arousal. "Good girl."
When he withdraws his fingers, clarity dawns on you. He's wearing too much while you're practically exposed. You didn't like how uneven the playing field is, and with a gesture to his shirt and pants, you demand. "Take it off."
His smirk is smug. "Eager, aren't we?"
"If I have to be naked, so do you."
"You aren't naked." He gestures back to you and you look down at yourself. While your tits are showing and your panties are soak, he's right, you technically aren't naked. Not afraid of backing down from a challenge, you easily pull your tiny top over your shoulders and push your skirt and panties down to your ankles.
Stepping out of them, you look back to see Rafe admiring your naked body. You can see the outline of his erection straining against his pants, and for a moment, a self-consciousness creeps up on you and you blush. With a hard swallow, you point to him. "Your turn."
The corner of his lips quirks up at how demanding you are and he pulls his shirt over his body, revealing the defined and taunt muscles of his chest underneath. Your mouth waters. You watch as he goes for his belt—knowing you’re watching—that he teases it out slowly. He messes with the buckle, taking his sweet time, that you grow impatient. 
"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath, approaching him and pushing his hands out of the way, sinking to your knees as you unbuckle the belt with ease—practices from all the other times. When you pull it out of his pants, you stop, looking up to Rafe.
"Go on, princess." He gestures, a cocky grin at the sight of you on your knees for him. "Finish what you started."
You hate how much power he has over you this time, how he is telling you what to do, but because of how needy you are, how much you want him between your legs and his cock to be in you, you listen. You unzip and pull down his pants, revealing an impressed bulge underneath his briefs. With one easy tug, you freed his cock and it stood in front of you, hard and leaking with pre-cum.
On your knees, you look up to see Rafe watching you, waiting to see what you do. His eyes are hungry and his arousal is obvious. Tentatively, you wrap your hand around the thick cock, your fingers barely connecting together because of his girth.
And slowly, you rub up and down his shaft.
A hiss leaves the back of Rafe's throat and satisfaction pools in your core at the realization that you are making him feel this way, that you have this much control. "Faster." He commands, his voice thick with desire.
Instead of listening to his orders, you open your mouth and take his cock in your mouth, swallowing the salty taste as you swirl your tongue at his head. Added with the motion of your hand playing with his balls, and rubbing him up and down, Rafe can’t help but rock his hips against your face. 
“Fuck,” he swears, his hand finds your hair and pulls your closer to him, as your grip around him gets firmer and you hollow your cheeks, creating a stronger suction. Rafe groans under your touch, tugging the root of your strands, wanting you to do anything and everything to build him closer to his climax. “Fuck, baby, I’m close.” 
With that pride of information, you slow down, your fingers loosen their pace and you pop the cock out of your mouth. Rafe feels the instant loss of touch and he looks down at you, his expression hard and angry.
"What the fuck?"
"Say please."
He says your name in a command, but you don't budge.
Rafe's blue eyes are hard. He knows you do this. He knows you like to mess with him, take back control whenever you find yourself in a small position of power and remind him of his place. Irritation builds in his chest, this time worse than the others, but so does his delayed climax. He needs it more.
With a reluctant sigh, he says, "please."
You return your motion, moving in slow, torturous strokes as your hand moves up and down his slick length, creating enough pleasure for him to feel but not enough friction to ease into his climax. Your mouth has yet to return on his cock and without the added assistance, his jaw tense and his frustration and horniness builds. 
In a desperate plea, Rafe begs, "baby, please."
His voice didn't sound like his own and his words are so rough, so willing, that you can't help but alleviate him from his misery. You reconnect your lips on his tip and begin to rub his faster, firmer, sucking him harder. With the edge of delay, Rafe comes fast with a guttural groan, spilling in your mouth as you lap over the taste, swallowing all of it.
Rafe lowers himself and guides you back to your feet, pulling you towards the bed and pushing you flat against the mattress, laying on your back.
He lowers himself off the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees as he steps in front of your exposed pussy, and looks up to see the self-satisfied smirk on your face at the little stunt you pulled back there. In a low voice, he says, "you're going to regret that."
A finger drags up your slit, in a slow motion, gathering your wetness on the digit but producing enough pressure that it makes you whine. You try to grind yourself against his hand but he lays his palm on the flat of your stomach, holding you in place. 
When his eyes connect with your needy gaze, he says, “my turn.” 
Dipping his head between your legs, he kisses your inner thighs in slow, agonizing touches. It produces an aching feel to your core as he gives careful attention to both of your thighs, slowly creeping up to your throbbing cunt, but not quite giving you a release. 
Rafe lingers on a particular sensitive spot near your pussy, sucking and kissing the placement until you're writhing in pleasure and frustration, desperate to feel his tongue in you.
"Rafe," you say with a throaty beg and he grins against your skin.
"I said you're going to regret it."
"Yeah, and if you take any longer, I'm going to go downstairs to find Ethan."
Rafe hates it when you mention other men, or even think of other men, especially when he’s fucking you, but it does the trick as he moves between you and his fingers spread your folds. “You are this wet for me, baby, not Ethan,” he reminds you, before lowering himself to your pussy, flattening his tongue against your center before moving up and down in slow strokes. 
“Fuck,” you moan as he finds your sensitive clit and sucks on the nub, the sound of wetness fills the bedroom as the low volume of the music thumps from downstairs. He lets one finger enter your cunt, beginning at a slow pace. “Rafe, ohmygod.”
He moves faster, rougher, lapping out your taste as if he was dying of thirst. With his finger quickening and his tongue working a miracle on you, another orgasm builds. 
“I’m close,” you whisper and he nods. He moves with precision and god, Rafe Cameron is good at eating pussy. When his tongue enters into you and the pad of his thumb rubs circular motions around your clit, you can’t help but arch into his pleasure and come on his face. 
You fall against the mattress with a heavy breath, but Rafe doesn’t stop. He continues to suck and lap and rub, causing you to wrap your thighs tightly around his head. You’re already so exhausted, so sensitive, coming down from your high, but that does nothing to satiate the man between your legs—fingers and tongue buried inside of you, still hungry. 
Your thighs violently shake and your fingers rack through his hair, pulling, “ohmygod, ohmygod,” you moan as he works another orgasm from you, your stomach tightening and the pressure being so unbearable you feel as if you’re going to cave and explode. 
“Come for me, baby, I want another one.” He mumbles against your cunt, the low hum of his voice vibrates through your body in a pleasurable sensation. With a rougher pace and a harder suction around your clit, you come for a second time in a row. 
You’re an absolute wreck when he pulls away and, assessing the damage he caused, Rafe chuckles at the sight before him. You splay out on the mattress, breathing heavily with low lids and the prettiest pussy. He lowers himself, placing both hands on either side of your head to carry his weight, he plants a soft kiss on your lips. 
His eyes set on you, a gentle gaze, and whispers. “Can you take another, baby?” 
Though you are weak from all the orgasms you endured, you still nod, looping your arms around his neck as he descends closer to you, planting kisses against your lips, the corner of your mouth, to the edge of your jawline. You can feel his erection grazing at your entrance, waiting to enter, and the thought itself ignites another round of passion and need within you. 
Rafe pulls back just enough to line his cock against your wet folds. Before he enters, he looks up to you, waiting for a confirmation sign. When you nod, he slowly pushes the length into your aching core and you jerk forward. 
He goes in slow at first, allowing your walls to adjust to his size because, no matter how many times he’s been inside of you, it still takes a moment for your pussy to register that this is him. That this is his pussy. A hiss escapes the back of his throat. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” 
You, with what little strength you have left, push yourself up as he rocks against your hips, beginning his thrusts. You get closer to him, grabbing his shoulders, while he takes the opportunity to play with your tits. 
This new position allows him to enter deeper inside of you, hitting a new angle, causing you to let out a cry from the explosion of pleasure. In addition to the remnants of the orgasms you had a few moments prior, as Rafe pounds into your very sensitive core, you begin to feel as if you’re seeing stars. 
Rafe leans down, closer to your ear as he asks, "who's fucking you?"
You feel your stomach knot and tighten, knowing he’s getting you close. But, you also can feel his cock twitching inside your walls, alerting you that he’s also getting close. With this dynamic power, you turn your head to face Rafe, connecting your heavy-lid eyes with his. 
“Ethan.” 
Rafe stills. His eyes darken at your words, watching the way your lips curl with an innocent look and he decided he hates it. He hates this little power play you're doing to him, he hates how it's working. He knows that you two are nothing more than fuck buddies, but without the reassurance that you are his—fully, devotedly his—he doesn't know if you haven't fucked another guy before. If you haven't had Ethan's name on your lips.
His hand lowers between the two of you, lightly grazing against your sensitive clit. You jolt into his touch. "Did you fuck him?"
His voice is low, dangerously low, as you watch how serious he turned with the tease of another man's name. You tilt your head to the side, challenging him. "And if I did?"
He pinches your clit and your hips arch forward, but he uses his other hand to grab it still. Your core throbbing while he remains inside of you and does nothing. You realize, in this moment, that you might've gone too far. You feel full and have everything in your possession to make you reach your highest peak but you chose to delay it with a joke that wasn't even that funny.
Especially not now.
Rafe slowly rubs your clit with his fingers, painfully light, teasing and punishing you all in one. You gasp into his touch, but he doesn't let you move. His grip remains firm on your hips, holding you in place as you ache around his cock, as he can feel your walls clench around him, begging to be fucked.
But he needs to hear you say it.
"Rafe," you choke, and his eyes connect with yours. Your eyes are teary, your breathing is erratic, and you are trying desperately to produce some friction between your legs and give you some semblance of pleasure. "Rafe, move."
"No, princess," he says with a deadly calm, shaking his head. "You want to play mind games with me all night, fine. But tonight, I'm going to fucking hear you say my name." He repeats himself with aggression, his fingers skims across your sensitive nub. "Who. Is. Fucking. You?"
You grip his shoulders, your eyes meeting his, and your core aches painfully. You try to grind yourself against him, trying to produce some friction of your own, but he uses both hands to grab your hips, stilling you in place with a deadly grip you are sure is going to leave a mark.
He shakes his head, firm on getting the answer out of you.
With teary eyes, you beg. "Please, Rafe. Please."
He grins with that self-satisfying charm. He loves it when you finally break your dominance. He loves it more when he can break you.
His thrust begins at a slow rate, still on the edge of punishment, but at least you can feel some friction producing between your legs. You look down at his cock entering and leaving your cunt, the image gratifying, but Rafe roughly grabs your chin and forces you to look back up.
"Look at me." He commands, his voice shallow as the slow thrust is killing him, but he needed to teach you a lesson. "I want you to remember this when you're looking at anyone else. Talking to any other fucking guy. Remember how I make you feel."
You nod frantically. Desperate at this point to say anything to get Rafe to move faster, harder, providing you with your climax. He sees it in your eyes, how he finally got you, that it makes him smile. 
"God, look at you," he chuckles. "You want me to fuck you so bad."
"Yes," you beg, "yes, please. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" He asks again, the proposition is too nice to tease out.
You nod, blinking through the tears. "Anything."
He grins at this exchange of power, when he holds all of it, that he finally relents and quickens his pace. You grip harder on his shoulders as Rafe thrusts into you, rocking his hips against yours.
You claw and moan against his skin, using it as an anchor for all the pain and pleasure ripping through you, and he takes it as a mark of honor. When he lowers one hand between the two of you, using the pad of his thumb to rub small circles around your clit, you see stars float in your vision. 
"I'm coming," you pant against his skin. "God, please, I'm coming."
Rafe's hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, and nods. "Come for me, baby."
When you feel your orgasm hit its all-time high, you slump in exhaustion against his shoulders, while he continues to move in and out of you. It takes a few seconds later before Rafe comes, feeling his hot cum leaking out of you.
He doesn’t remove his cock from your pussy and honestly, you don’t want him to. You want to stay like this for a moment, to catch your breath and come to the dawning realization that this is the best sex of your life. You didn’t want it to end. 
Rafe lays his chin on your small shoulder, pushing your wet hair to the side as he recovers. 
“Be my girl.” He whispers, so quiet, that you thought you imagined it. You weakly pull back, connecting your widened eyes with his. 
"What?"
"Be my girl," he repeats once more, his blue eyes vulnerable and tracing your features to see if there's any hint of rejection on the bay. "I can't fucking stand you with other guys. I don't even want you to say their names. I want you. All of you."
You hesitate. "Rafe..."
"You said you'll do anything." He reminds you.
"You said you don't want to be seen with a Pogue."
He growls. "Fuck what I said," he snaps with a shake of his head, raising his hand to wipe the leftover tears from your face. "I want you. I don’t care about anything else. Just say yes."
You look at him and soften your gaze. You have wanted this, you admit, you wanted him to confess to you that he wants you as much as you want him. But, for a moment, in this brief second, you’re afraid that if you agree you would submit to everything you’ve fought against. The control you tried so hard to retain. 
He sees it. He knows you’re having an internal battle. Using his hand, he cups the side of your face, the heat and comfort of his palm makes you instinctively lean into him. “Please.” He begs softly, giving you one last shred of power. 
With a small chuckle of your own, you finally nod. "Okay."
He grins, and without hesitation, presses another kiss against your lips. This time, it lacks the power and control you two have been fighting for all night but rather is sweet, sensitive and patient. He pushes you back against the mattress, using his arms to hold up his weight. 
When he pulls apart, both of you are out of breath and breathing heavily. He offers you a genuine smile, at how proud he is that you’re his, and uses the pad of his thumb to rub across your flushed cheeks. “God, you’re gorgeous.” 
You blush, waiting to pull away from his touch but Rafe knows you. He grabs a hold of your face, holding you in place so you can’t tear your gaze from him. “I’m serious. Since you’re my girlfriend now, you have to get used to that or else people are going to assume I don’t compliment you enough.” 
You scoff. “You don’t. The only times you say nice things to me is when you’re in me.” 
“Yeah?” He challenges, cocking one of his brows. You nod. “That’s going to change. Prepare for me to shower you with compliments every time I see you,” he says, as he lowers himself and plants a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. “Especially when I’m in you.” 
You roll your eyes, pushing him off as your eyes find the clock in the back of the wall. You didn’t realize how late it was. 
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Rafe turns to you, his brows knit together in confusion. 
"What?"
"It's almost one am. I promised my parents I was going to go home at eleven."
He glances at the clock, before returning his gaze back to you. "Stay the night."
"What?"
"You said it would save you trouble, right?" You hesitantly nod. "Just stay the night."
You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You can’t believe how much he’s willing to give in now that you’re finally his. Maybe you should’ve made him jealous a long time ago. Your first instinct is to tease him about it, but you decide that you had enough power play. The both of you deserve some rest and plus, sleeping with Rafe would be a comforting feel after the sex you just had. 
When he comes to approach you, settling between your legs as he waits for an answer, you run your hands through his messy blond locks. “Okay.” 
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NEW ADDITIONS MASTERLIST PT 2
Updated as of: 3/14/24
*= smut/sexual themes
All of my stories are black!reader unless it’s a story request
Chris Evans’ Characters:
My Omega (Ari Levinson)*
I’ll Handle It (Lloyd Hansen)*
Lloyd’s Girl 1/2 (Lloyd Hansen)
Lloyd’s Girl 2/2 *
The Look of Love 1/2 (Steve Rogers)
The Look of Love 2/2 *
Wait for You (Steve Rogers)
Cap’s Pep Talk (Steve Rogers)
Hey Rebel 1/2 (Ari Levinson)
Hey Rebel 2/2
Say That Again? (Ari Levinson)*
Distractions (Johnny Storm)*
Just Try (Johnny Storm)
Wanna Bet? 1/2 (Johnny Storm)*
Wanna Bet? 2/2 *
Rafe Cameron Stories:
Invisible String 1/2
Invisible String 2/2
The Sweet Times
A Night in Charlotte 1/3 *
A Night in Charlotte 2/3 *
A Night in Charlotte 3/3 (Discontinued)
Be My Proxy 1/2
Be My Proxy 2/2 *
Love to Break You *
Good Company 1/2
Good Company 2/2 *
My Sleepy Girl
Protect You
Stranger Things Stories:
Not a Chance (Billy Hargrove)
Maybe There’s a Chance (Billy Hargrove)*
Look Out For You 1/2 (Billy Hargrove)
Look Out For You 2/2
Round One 1/3 (Billy Hargrove)*
Round Two 2/3 *
Round Three 3/3
Indenial 1/3 (Jim Hopper)
Indenial 2/3
Indenial 3/3*
Insecurities (Jim Hopper)*
Miscellanous Stories:
Pen Pals* (Courtland Gentry)
Ex Lovers 1/2 (Courtland Gentry)
Ex Lovers 2/2
Pyrlig’s Spy (Sihtric Kjartansson)*
You’re Alive (Jake Seresin)
You’re Pretty (Jake Seresin)
Trip to the Bahamas (Jake Seresin)
So Happening (Jake Seresin) *
No Fuck That 1/2 (Jake Seresin)
No Fuck That 2/2 *
Copy That (Jack Reacher)
Sir Yes Sir (Jack Reacher)*
Missed You Too Princess (Aimes Fast X)
House of the Dragon Stories:
Rogue Prince 1/2 (Daemon Targaryen)
Rogue Prince 2/2*
Ewan Mitchell + Characters:
Desired Chapter 1 (Aemond Targaryen)
Desired Chapter 2 *
Desired Chapter 3 *
The Right Side 1/2 * (Aemond Targaryen)
The Right Side 2/2
Promise Me (Aemond Targaryen)
Visit to Flea Bottom* (Aemond Targaryen & Aegon Targaryen)
Our Special Night* (Aemond Targaryen)
A Little Help* (Tom Bennett)
Will You Come Back?* (Osferth)
Sure I’ll Train You 1/2 (Osferth)
Sure I’ll Train You 2/2
The Mission* (Aemond Targaryen)
Friend of Eadith 1/2* (Osferth)
Friend of Eadith 2/2
Late* (Tom Bennett)
Rules Are Overrated (Tom Bennett)*
One More Chance 1/2 (Tom Bennett)
One More Chance 2/2
From the Past 1/2 (Aemond Targaryen)
From the Past 2/2
Dark Sapphire (Aemond Targaryen)
Marvel Stories:
His Beloved (Loki Laufeyson)
Well Damn 1/3 (Frank Castle)
Well Damn 2/3*
Well Damn 3/3
Thought You Hated Me (Matt Murdock)
Sick Days (Matt Murdock)
Calm Voices (Matt Murdock)
Stubborn (Matt Murdock)
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Protect You (Rafe Cameron Drabble)
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Summary: You always made sure that Rafe felt safe around you. It was important to Rafe that you felt the same way with him.
Prompt credit @cosmophoriia : “You’re more family to me than my real family,”
Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sensitive themes related to police (implicit racism, racial profiling, racial stereotypes), protective Rafe
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“Baby, what do you think of this?” Rafe rushes to show you a lingerie set on Amazon, bumping the dining room table when he past.
He stops in his tracks when he hears glass shattering behind him.
Peering over his shoulder, his eyes fell to the shards of glass from the flower vase collecting on the floor.
“Rafe, are you okay?” His eyes widen when he hears your footsteps padding into the dining area of the apartment you shared.
You called his name when you neared him and he immediately tensed.
“I-I’m so sorry. I should’ve paid attention to where I was going. I should’ve- fuck, I’m sorry.” He frantically looks for a broom.
“Watch out for the glass. I don’t want you getting hurt,” you tell him.
“No, I deserve it for fucking up. I’ll get you new flowers and a new vase and I’ll-“ you went around the mess and stood in front of Rafe to stop him in his tracks.
His averts his gaze from you and you gently took the broom from his hands. “Rafe,” “I’m sorry,” he whispers, flinching when you go to touch his hand.
“Rafe, it’s just a vase. I can always buy a new one.”
He relaxed when you stood closer to him and took his hands into yours. “It’s just a vase,” you reassure.
“It’s just a vase?” He repeats, his crystal green eyes searching yours for any micro expressions to tell him otherwise. “It’s just a vase, baby.”
“So you’re not mad?” “I’ve done a lot worse than break a vase.” You said with a chuckle.
The two of you took a deep breath and you pressed a warm kiss on his lips.
You reach for the broom but he picked you up to set you on the kitchen counter. “I broke it, I can at least clean it up.” He reasons, sweeping up the glass shards and dumping it in the trash.
“Rafe?” “Hm?” “You’re not a failure. Not to me.” He freezes at your confession, slowly turning to face you.
Sliding between your legs, he places a hand on either side of you. “You’re more family to me than my real family,” he captures your lips in a slow kiss.
“Look at you turning me into a sap,” he taunts, bumping his nose to yours.
**
Rafe’s gears have been turning in his head since he got the text from his dad saying that he needed to talk.
You suggested to meet him in a public place if he didn’t feel comfortable going to Tannyhill or Ward coming to the apartment.
You offered to run some errands in the meantime so he could have some privacy but Rafe insisted you to come with him.
Just your presence alone calms his nerves.
But his anxiety couldn’t help by spike at the thought of meeting his father. His condescending, manipulative father.
You dragged him with you to take a walk around the Square so he could get his mind off things.
He aimlessly followed wherever you were pulling him until he felt you stop in your tracks, yanking his arm back a little.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he glanced at you to ask why you stopped.
Your grip on his hand tightened and he followed your gaze to a cop that was parked by the curb, calling you over.
You took a step back, pressing your back against Rafe’s side.
Naturally, he noticed you were uncomfortable and stood in front of you. “Is there a problem, officer?” Rafe questioned.
“No, not at all. We’re just looking for a perp. His name is Ivan Sparks. I was wondering if your girlfriend has seen or heard of him?” The cop asks, his hands wrapping around his belt as he stepped closer to you and Rafe.
“No, sir. I haven’t heard of him.” You answered. “And why exactly would she know him? What, you think all black people know each other?” You squeezed Rafe’s hand in warning and he looked at you for a moment.
You shook your head at him. “You mind if I see some identification, hun? Just as a precaution.”
You inhaled sharply and slowly reached for your purse, a breath hitched in your throat when you heard the keys on his belt jingle.
“Absolutely the fuck not. You have no probable cause to ask for identification. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Rafe snaps, putting a hand over yours to stop your movements.
“Let’s just calm down, son.” The officer mediates.
“You’re the one that needs to calm down. We were just walking and minding our business until you started to racially profile my girlfriend.”
“No one’s racially profiling anyone, son.”
“Right,” the officer’s gaze fell to you a moment and your palms grew slick.
“You don’t have to look at me like that, hun. I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to ask you a question.” He explains.
“A question she already answered.” Rafe defends, staring down the cop until he let out a sigh.
“You’re free to go. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” He climbed back to his cruiser and drove off.
Rafe waited until the officer was a safe distance away before turning to you.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks you but your gaze fixated on the light the cop made a turn at.
Rafe noticed your breathing starting to pick up and stood in front of you to block your vision. He took off his jacket and draped it over your trembling frame.
“There she is,” he says when you finally met his gaze. “He had no right to ask you anything. And I’m sure me arguing with him didn’t help your nerves. I’m sorry, baby.”
“I..” your mouth started to feel dry.
“Let’s go home, yeah? I can raincheck with my Dad.” “N-no, you don’t have to do that Rafe. It could be something important.”
“You are something important,” “I can just wait in the car-“
“I’m not leaving you alone. We’re going home.” Taking your hand into his, you followed him down the sidewalk.
Neither of you said anything until you reached his car. He opened your door and watched you climbed in, hesitating to close the door.
“Hey,” he starts, wiping some tears that began to fall down your cheeks.
“Look at me,” he waits for you to listen to him before continuing. “I will never let anything happen to you. Not if I’m still breathing, okay?”
You nodded, closing your eyes when he kissed your temple. “I love you,” you said softly when he slid into the drivers seat.
Linking his hand with yours, he kissed the back of your hand, murmuring I love you too against the skin.
He rested your interlinked hands in his lap as you looked out your window replaying the events over and over again.
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