I just saw a comment under a fanfic that said “again Y/N putting her hair up in a messy bun whilst I’m here covering my kinky curly hair with a bonnet .”
I giggled so hard!! I swear this is such a universal black girl experience. I remember like reading certain fanfics at 12 years old and being like oh I don’t think my messy bun is going to look like what you pictured.. or even the “he runs his hands through Y/N’s hair.” oh I don’t think so. 😭😭
the day you walked into the pitt wearing a sparkling diamond on that finger, a betting pool started courtesy of ahmad to guess who your lucky fiancé is.
you’ve always kept your personal life private — a lot of the med students didn’t even know you were in a relationship. some guess that it’s someone else who works in the hospital, others guess that it’s a complete stranger. a very specific answer even makes its way onto the board, whitaker guessing that you’re engaged to some rich chef who owns a five star restaurant.
you notice that the betting board has more answers written on it during a particularly quiet moment of your shift, and you roll your eyes at some of them. for some of the smartest people in the world, your colleagues really are dim.
if they looked a little closer, they would notice that your phone lock screen is literally a photo of you and shen kissing.
“they still haven’t figured it out, huh?” you turn to your right to find your golden retriever of a fiancé smiling at you, his backpack slung over his shoulder.
“if they haven’t by now, i don’t think they ever will.” you smile back at him.
“also, our coffee machine is doing something weird. would you mind taking a look at it when you get home?” he asks.
“john, i’ve just come off a twelve hour shift.”
“and there’s dinner in the fridge,” he smiles sheepishly. “for your troubles.”
“you don’t even use the damn machine anyway. don’t think i don’t see you with those dunkin cups.”
➤ main masterlist (1st part of a series, but can be read as a standalone even though there isn't much peter parker mentioned)
𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 yn stark is quite the nepo baby. a party or two never hurt anyone, especially her. when she notices a boy from school at the club, her boldness only intensifies. only starks have that noticeable snarky remark.
𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ~3k
𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 in this au, the fantastic 4 are still superheroes but still a normal family, valeria is same age as reader, franklin is around five years older, kate bishop is also same age as reader, the main 3 are all nepo babies and disgustingly rich, tony is single, reader doesn't have a mother, reader lives in the tower with the rest of the avengers, underage drinking mentioned, lmk if i should add anything to clarify!
The lounge in the tower smelled of fresh linen and strawberry frosting (definitely from Pop-Tarts), because God forbid Thor eat anything else. I was sprawled across the leather couch as if I owned the place, which I technically did, legs stretched up on the glass coffee table, scrolling through my feed.
The thick steps of leather dress shoes against marble broke through my haze. Then, I heard fabric, a tie specifically, being adjusted for the third time.
“Are you planning to lie there all evening?” A voice came through.
For a second, I didn’t even look up. I rolled my eyes and shut off my phone, placing it on top of a plush pillow. I pushed myself up from my comfortable position and dragged my feet to my father’s side.
“Where are you going, looking like that?” I eyed his suit, pressed to near perfection.
”I didn’t tell you? Swore I did.”
”No, you did not.” I flatly said, crossing my arms. “Definitely did not.”
Dad smoothed his blazer and offered his arm to pull me in a hug. I faceplanted into his breast pocket, squishing my cheek against it. I took in the familiar clean scent. It was somehow expensive, but just him.
“I’m going out on a date,” he proudly announced.
I pulled back and lifted my face to give him a puzzled look. “With who?”
“You’ll know soon.”
“Ah, secretive as always.” I stepped back to look over him again. “Well, I’d suggest putting on some cologne if you wish for her to stay for dessert.”
“And that,” he said, pointing at me as he started to walk towards his room, “is exactly why I came to you, my smartest daughter.”
I rolled my eyes at his corny joke. “Only daughter,” I corrected.
I turned my heel and headed towards his room. The lights were extra bright today for some reason (or the fact that I was still mildly hungover from last night).
“Dad, kill the lights, would you?” I rubbed my eyes with my forearm.
He stopped in his tracks mid-step and turned around, facepalm as clear as day. He flipped a couple of switches, the bulbs now dimming. “Of course. Can’t have my princess going blind, can I?”
I chuckled at his facetious remark before following him once more. “Nope, I’m already expensive enough to maintain.”
“I was thinking Dior, but I wear it too often.” He mumbled, rubbing his chin in thought.
“Yeah, but that attracts more men than women, Dad.”
Dad gave me a stifled laugh as I reached for a bottle in the back of the rack. “How about Viktor & Rolf?”
I gave a spritz on my wrist and wafted it towards me. My sense of smell was analyzing it carefully before I ordered, “Hold still.”
“You’re quite bossy today.”
“And you’d be lost without me.”
No snarky remark came from him this time, because he knew it was true.
“You’re all ready. I will be very disappointed if I see you again tonight.” I smirked to myself.
“Now, why’s that?”
“Because that means she didn’t like you enough.”
Before Dad could respond, I was already halfway through the door.
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“And you’re sure you’ll be alright? No need for a nanny?”
I was back in the same position I was before I was called for my olfactory sense. “I have five nannies right here in this tower. Go. Get turnt.”
He approached me on the couch anyway and kissed me on my forehead before saying, “Dinner is in the fridge, or ask Clint. Or order some crazy takeout. See you, honey.”
“Bye, Dad.”
As I heard the elevator ding, I nearly flew to my room. I shut the door gently and clicked the lock shut before calling my two best friends, Kate and Valeria.
“Y/n! Is your dad around?” Kate asked, curling her thick hair.
“No, actually, he just left for a date,” I said, pulling out my drawers filled with makeup. “Are you guys ready?”
“Yep, almost!” Val said. “Hold on, your dad is getting back out there?”
“I guess so?” I shrugged, setting my phone down before beginning to blend. “Took him long enough.”
“You're not mad?” Kate asked, a brow raised.
“Not really,” I had honestly said. “He had to move on eventually; it’s been almost 18 years.”
My mother was never present, mainly because my dad didn’t allow it. He said she wasn’t ready for a child, not even mentioning a healthy family. He chose me, though, and I thank him for it silently every day.
“I get it. Are you changing right now? Both Kate and I are nearly ready.”
“Yeah. What are you guys wearing?”
“Mini skirt and a tank,” Val said, bronzing her face one last time.
“The dress from the boutique we went to last time.”
“Alright, I’ll be dressed in 10. Meet you guys at the bodega.”
“Bye!” They both squealed.
I quickly slipped into the tiniest miniskirt I bought when I was with Nat and into a top that Val gifted me a couple of months ago before zipping up my knee-high boots.
I opened the door as quietly as I possibly could, peaking out to see if any of the Avengers were sneaking around.
Sneaking out of the tower wasn’t that hard, but it definitely was a pain in the arse.
Once I saw it was clear, I sneaked to the elevator, pressing the bottom floor. When I arrived at the bottom, I went to the back door and slipped out. I’m sure all of Dad’s employees were home by now.
I walked with haste to the bodega two blocks down from the tower, the usual spot where I met up with the girls.
I turned the corner and saw two familiar figures, dressed appropriately for the club.
I ran up to them and gave them a tight hug, happy to see them without the sick school air.
“You both look hot!” I complimented, smiling at the two.
“Look at you! Come on,” Kate said.
As we got in line for the club, it moved progressively. The bouncer let us in almost immediately, too worried about stopping the two guys behind us who were not ready to call it a night just yet.
We already felt the bass in our hearts and stomachs, bumping just as heavy as the A-listers and nepo babies were on something else.
“Drinks are on me,” I said, pulling out my phone immediately. “Daddy transferred money into my account yesterday.”
“I love your dad,” Kate thanked.
“Thanks, love!” Val said, already beaming.
“I know. Everyone does.”
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After a couple of drinks, lots of dancing, and a couple of guys hitting on us, we decided it was time to take some photos on Kate’s digital camera.
“The balcony is outside,” Kate said. “I’ll ask someone to take some of all three of us.”
As we walked, or more so stumbled, to the balcony, the music got a bit softer. The crisp air of New York gave a slight chill to my smooth legs and volume to my hair.
Kate, Val, and I looked amongst the people around the balcony. Most were older adults, people too incapacitated to even hold the camera, or who wouldn’t even look twice at us.
However, I saw two boys who looked our age. One had tan skin and a dorky middle part. The other was a pasty brunette, who sorta looked familiar. They were both sitting at one of the few tables on the balcony.
As Val and Kate were still looking around, I tapped them both, giving a nod in the direction of the two boys.
“Don’t they go to our school?”
“How’d they get in here without fakes?” Val genuinely asked, her lip quirked in confusion.
“Not a clue, but I’m gonna ask.”
I propped myself off the railing and made my way to the two; both looked very deep in whatever they were conversing about.
The one with the awful haircut looked up at me first, in near disbelief that I was in front of him.
“Hi.”
‘H-Hello,” he said. “Hi, Y/n.”
“Hi uh.. Remind me of your name again, please?”
In truth, I did not remember either of their names, and I felt really bad about it, truly. I saw them in the halls sometimes with some people from my math class. However, they just weren’t the usual crowd I hung out with.
“Really?” He sighed. “I’m Ned, and this is Peter.”
I looked at the other boy, and he gave a tight-lipped smile and a short wave.
“Ned, Peter,” I repeated their names. “Would either of you two be a doll and take a photo of my friends and me?”
Ned looked at Peter, then back at me. “Peter got it!” He volunteered his friend.
“What?” Peter squealed.
“Yeah!” he doubled down. Ned turned to me then said, “Peter takes AP Photography, so he’s very good at this stuff.”
Pasty Peter now turned into a warm shade of red from his friend’s boasting. “I’ll try my best.”
“Yay! Thanks, Peter.”
As Peter rose, he shot Ned a grumpy face before he turned it into a smile at me.
He trailed behind me before I told my friends, “This is Peter. Peter, this is Kate and Val,” I pointed to the girls respectively. “He’s in AP Photo, so our photos will be great.”
“We are really overestimating my photography abilities here,” Peter chuckled.
“Just don’t break the camera, yeah?” Kate said as she tossed him the small purple digital.
The girls and I got together and posed as shutters emerge from the tiny thing.
Once he was finished, he went through the history to ensure all wasn't blurry.
Before he could give the camera back, I ran behind him and nudged my head in the crook of his neck to look over his shoulder. “Look good?”
He stiffened up, and I acted as if I didn’t know what I was doing.
“Great. Here you go, Kate.” Peter said as he made his way back to Ned.
Kate grabbed the digital and started examining every pixel with Val, as I told them, “Be right back!”
I caught up with Peter and pulled his arm gently enough to get his attention.
“Hi again!” I gleamed, curious about the boy.
“Hey, did you need more pictures?”
“No, I was actually wondering if you’d dance with me,” I quipped boldly.
“M-Me?” Peter asked in doubt.
“Yes, you. Come on,”
I dragged him back inside to the main deck, the bass and beats pumping back into my system.
I yelled, “Have you drunk anything yet?”
“No, I don’t drink!” He replied nervously.
“Then why are you at a club?”
“Ned dragged me here!”
“Oh well!” I shrugged, dancing to the set.
“Do you know who that is?” I pointed to the DJ booth.
“Uh, no, do you?”
“Yep, that’s Charli. Quite famous, actually. Get a picture of me with her?”
“O-okay!” he yelped as I dragged him towards the elevated booth.
“I don’t have your friend’s camera, though.”
“Use your phone!”
I tapped on the artist’s shoulder before she turned and smiled, already posing for the photo. Once I thanked her, I kept moving to the beat she made on the spot.
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After a bit of dancing and Peter trying to keep up, my body was feeling the impact. I wrapped my arm around Peter’s shoulder, feeling him shiver from my touch. “Hey, can you send me that photo? I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“Yeah, just uh.. I don’t have your number.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry! It's..”
As I read the phone number out, I searched around for my friends.
I saw familiar purple and blue couture before I waved my free arm up, signalling them over.
“I’m ready to head out. You guys coming?” I asked, still wrapped around Peter.
“Yep, I’ve already called an Uber,” Val said. “They’ll be here in four.”
“Peter, what about you?”
“Ned and I are fine, just get home safe. Please,” His tone was soft and genuine.
“We’ll be good. See you at school?”
I then held Val’s arm, walking out.
“Yeah, see you at school.” He finally answered.
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When the Uber came, we all quickly hopped in, the cold air biting worse than before.
“Hurry, come on!” Kate tugged me in.
I was giggling from the adrenaline, as was Kate, and Val was already buckled and four seconds away from emptying half the tab on the leather console.
Once the driver saw all three of us in, she started driving us back home.
I was the last to be dropped off, thankful that I saw the other two make it home safe. Hopefully, Franklin let Val in. Kate probably went in through the window.
I thanked the driver before getting out, going in through the same door I came out from. I took the elevator to the main floor before rushing up the stairs, just in case. I saw the package that I left on the counter was still there, so I knew Dad wasn’t home.
I slipped into my room as silently as I could, locking the door and immediately falling backwards on my bed. I felt my clothes clinging to me, bound by sweat. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, tossing it in my hamper to worry about later. Just as I was about to lift my tank off, my phone buzzed.
An unsaved number had sent me an image. Peter, of course.
“Here’s the picture. I think she asked you to send it to her, too.”
“Thanks, Peter! Will do.”
I sent the photo to Charli before heading to the bathroom to finish my nightly routine.
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My blinds were doing a poor job of what they were made to do, the amber sun glossing over my large room. I gave up on trying to get more rest, pushing myself up to get ready for the day.
I grabbed a hoodie from my ottoman and struggled to get it on, my eyes still adjusting to the brightness.
I made my way to the kitchen, still yawning. There sat my Dad, Nat, and Steve.
Nat and Steve looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with me. My father, however, looked straight at me, arms crossed.
“Good morning,” I greeted as I reached for a muffin on the counter.
“Anything to tell me?”
“No, why?” I asked, mouth full of blueberry and brown sugar.
Dad slid me his phone, his eyes still on me.
I hesitantly reached for the phone, still chewing on the warm pastry.
When I fully analyzed the photos and headline, I nearly choked.
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E! News - 7h ago
“Nepo Baby Y/n Stark found at New York City’s biggest bar with friends and DJ Charli XCX - Father Tony Stark is nowhere to be found?”
E! News Last night, Yn Stark, 18, was seen at a club, partying with her fellow A-listers and nepo baby friends. Although pictured with few, some familiar faces like Charli XCX, Kate Bishop, and Valeria Richards were seen with the teen. Many are asking where the girl's billionaire father is.
user0 her dad couldn't rent out the club for her?
user1 shes litch just a girl btw
user2 ok but look at her, val, and kate's outfits
user3 irresponsible, just like their parents!
user4 looks the fantastic 4 4got their kid again lol
user5 charli xcx sneak
user6 why are we acting like they just slaughtered a family of 5 LMFAOO
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“See anything wrong?”
I swallowed, “Yeah! They called me a nepo baby. I have a personality. That should count for something–”
“Y/n. What were you thinking? You got the paparazzi and news thinking I can’t take care of a teenager?”
“Dad, it is not my fault they don’t allow anyone under 21 at bars.”
My dad looked at Steve and Natasha, waiting for them to chime in.
“Well,” Steve started. “It is pretty serious, N/n. You’re lucky you're not in trouble with the law for the drinking.”
I sighed, dropping my attitude a tad. “Okay, fine, maybe I went out.”
Dad only pinched the bridge of his nose harder, “And don’t even bother saving Kate or Valeria. I’ve already notified Reed, Sue, and Eleanor.”
“Dad! Seriously? Why bring them into it?” I whined, more upset that my friends are going down with me.
Nat finally spoke, “You three were being irresponsible.”
“I don’t see the major issue. We didn’t drink and drive, we didn’t go home with any randoms, and we were back before sunrise.”
“You not seeing the larger issue has me a little concerned,” Steve remarked.
“Deeply concerned.” Dad corrected Steve. “You’re grounded, young lady.”
“What would you like me to do now, hm? Because I can’t turn back time. And I know you won’t lock me in this damn tower.” I snapped.
“That’s another week without an allowance. And on top of that, you’re not doing anything for the long weekend.”
“Come on, Tony,” Steve tries to reason. “What’s she going to do for five days?”
“You gotta be a little fair, Stark,” Nat said as she ran her hand through her hair.
“Alright, Alright. I have a better punishment.”
I raised my eyebrows, already imagining what Dad was gonna do. No shopping trips for the month? No Cabo during spring break? Oh no, what about making me help him find a different date?
“You’re coming with me to Japan.”
“Really? Oh my gosh, can we-”
“..For a business convention.”
“I’d rather stay locked in the tower.”
“You can’t be kidding!” Dad laughs out of shock. “You don’t even have to be with me the entire time. It’d be nice to show your face in public with me sometimes, y’know. Make the people know I’m not just the best businessman in the entire world, but also a father,” he shrugged with a smirk.
I groaned dramatically, taking my muffin back to my room, but not without dragging out my groan.
“Better get started packing, young lady!”
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aaa i tried a new formatting! i hope u guys like it heh also again, lmk if u have questions or anything i should rewrite for clarification, i havent watched hawkeye so apologies for anything wrong</3
robby finds you smoking a cigarette in the ambulance bay. you’re shaking with silent rage, blowing out smoke as he approaches.
“you have something to say to me, (y/n)?”
“i have a lot to say to you, robby, i just don’t know if it’s worth it.”
“try me.”
“what the fuck is up with you today?” you ask harshly, taking another drag of your cigarette.
“in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a disaster—“
“this place is always a fucking disaster. the way you spoke to dana in there after what happened with emma? god, you’re a fucking dick sometimes.”
“we can have this conversation when we’re not on the clock—“
“can we?” you fume, throwing your cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. “because you’re going on your death quest tonight and you’re so eager to get out of here.”
“(y/n)—“
“just let me in!” you yell. “all day, you’ve been pushing me away. this shit with langdon, your lack of empathy for samira, don’t get me started on the emma situation. just let me into whatever’s going on inside your head and i can help you, you fucking idiot.”
robby falls silent. a moment passes between the two of you and he looks like he wants to say something, but he shakes his head before turning on his heel.
“go on,” you urge as he heads back into the ED. “walk away, robby. it’s what you do best.”
when he’s out of sight, you let out a yell of frustration.
IT’S SAFE HERE 1.7k words where ex!rafe cameron wants to protect you after JJ’s death
“Don’t talk to her Rafe,” Topper scoffs, shoving past him to get to his car.
Rafe couldn’t not, though.
He watched you lean your forearms against the railing, looking out at the beach. The wind whipped your hair back, and about you was mostly consumed in darkness except for the glow of the cigarette dangling between your fingers. Still in your uniform, and weary; you’d walk home.
Home. The word was bitter in his mouth- as bitter as the taste of his blood when he’d punched Luke for you once. That was no home. He’d seen them earlier- he couldn’t see them now so far, without so much light- those bruises that had begun to show up as dull shadows beneath your makeup.
“Rafe!” Topper called out, not even shaking his steady gaze on you. “Come on man, leave it alone.” He works his jaw. “Nah.. get in the car, go home,” Rafe drawls.
“Rafe–”
“Get in the car. ‘M not coming with you..” And then, without any more explanation, he stalks off towards you.
Scratching his jaw, he thinks of what to say, the wind filling the silence. But you can hear his approach- you could even hear Topper; they were so ridiculously obnoxious in the way they moved about life, kook boys. “What?” You ask hoarsely, turning to face him, leaning back against the railing and fighting off a wince from the pain that shoots up it- your father had shoved you to the ground only two days ago.
Rafe sees it. Even if he says nothing (for now), he sees it.
“Jus’… d’you want a ride home?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “I’m not a charity-”
“No one fuckin’ said that,” he cuts you off, his voice firm. Then, softening, “no one- I didn’t say that. And I’d never think it.” After a beat, and staring at your unconvinced face for too long, he elaborates: “JJ picked you up every day.”
You nod stiffly, and feel tears burn your eyes. When his name is mentioned, your eyes always burn with tears.
“And he’s not here anymore… and I know- I know that without him, shit’s getting worse at home.”
You swallow the painful lump in your throat and avert your eyes. “Yeah.. and what? Your fancy fucking car pulling up in front of my house in The Cut will make it all the more worse. Again.”
Rafe bristles at the word again. Luke hated when Rafe was your boyfriend. He hated that you might find an out to the hole he’d buried himself in, and he hated that you might leave and he’d get nothing from you. It would get bad- the beatings, and the curses, and the insults. So bad, Rafe even kept you in his house at times, only until you insisted on going home for JJ. Now there was no JJ- so who did you go home for? But though Rafe asked this question what he really knew was that you no longer had him to escape with.
“Alright so don’t go there,” he says, so determined it makes you let out an amused and disbelieving laugh.
“Don’t go? Right,” you scoff.
“I’m serious.”
“Oh no, I know you are. You’re stupid,” you retort, taking a longer drag of your cigarette before you let it fall to the floor and crush it beneath the heel of your shoe.
“How?” He squints. “Don’t go there. Stay with..”
“You?” You raise your eyebrows. “Now do you hear it- the stupidity?”
“I’ve done it before,” he mutters, irritated by how right you were, and all the same how wrong you were. “I know we’re not dating anymore, but I care about you!” He pauses and waits to see if you’ll react even slightly… but no. “I don’t- I can’t see you hurt,” he admits. “JJ was around… so I knew even when we left each other that you might be protected, but he’s gone.”
Your face nearly crumples.
“And John B’s not gonna stand up to that man- I would do it. You know I would,” he pleads softly, taking a step towards you. “C’mon..”
One tear rolls down your face, hot and fast and uncomfortable. You swipe it away, then when the other falls, succumb to the fact that since his death, the tears have been endless and will forever be endless.
“Just go home Rafe.”
“No-”
“Yes,” you correct him. “Go home… and leave me alone.”
Rafe is a proud man. And if you want him to leave, he won’t beg. Though he’s conflicted- he sees those bruises, and he knows they must hurt. But at the same time you’re right, that he only ever made things worse.
So he does as you say.
Blood has become as common a drink to you as water. Only a few hours since you rejected Rafe, and you find yourself reaping the consequences of such stubborness- you haven’t willed yourself from the ground yet. You’re sat up against the kitchen counter, but your still sat amidst glass and alcohol. Luke is passed out in JJ’s room. He doesn’t belong in that room, but you don’t have the strength to drag him out of it.
You can only find the strength to drag yourself up.
When the door clicks shut, you will yourself to move quickly. Luke hates his children, and all the same he’d drag their ass back if it lost him money. JJ’s gone and he can’t risk even less of a paycheck.
But the walk to Figure Eight is long; you’re exhausted and limping and cursing yourself for not taking Rafe’s first offer. Now you’re about to disturb him, and maybe his whole family if you’re really unlucky.
The knock comes tentative at first. Then a little more firm. After too long of walking, you can’t find it in yourself to return home defeated- and the night’s too cold to camp it outside.
The door swings open. Rafe. You let out a small breath of relief.
He wants to open the door wider along with his arms, welcome you inside fully, and take care of you because he can see the new bruises and the pained look on your face. But externally, he remains a solid rock. “Changed your mind?” He asks gruffly, but he can’t force it to be unkind.
“I uhm..” you choke on your own words- or tears- and avert your eyes. You can’t get it out, and even talking hurts. Rafe takes pity- he always does- and he can’t torture you for longer. You don’t deserve it. “Nah- no, don’t. I’m bein’ an ass, you don’t need to give me an explanation.” God it’s pathetic how willingly he folds for you. “Come on- come in.”
And the door opens wider.
Tannyhill is warm, and inviting, and a safer space than you’ve ever had. Though you love John B, with social services knocking on his door every ten seconds, there have been better times.
The house is quiet, though. Silent even. Rafe closes the door and leads you up wordlessly- he can’t bring himself to turn back around and see your face so battered. He should have insisted earlier tonight, and made you see some form of reason. He could have avoided this, couldn’t he have?
“My dad and Rose aren’t home.. their anniversary,” he murmurs, as if to say that you don’t need to be tiptoeing as much as he can see you already are. You nod just a little.
Rafe doesn’t know why it’s his room he brings you to. Maybe because that’s where he wants you to be, in his sheets of blue and in his arms- safe. As safe as you could be, he thinks. But you don’t comment on it, and Rafe doesn’t either in case he provokes anything uncomfortable.
Every second you stand here makes you feel more foolish. You shouldn’t have come, or you should have come sooner. Now, still faintly tasting your own blood and tired from dragging your body here, you feel pathetic.
Rafe sighs, eyes closing. He’s had his back to you this whole time, but he’s fooling no one. “For God’s sake,” he mutters, heaving a breath before he turns and pulls you into him by your shoulders.
The contact makes you go stiff in his embrace.
Then the tears roll quick. Free and unrelenting. Not just JJ- but the pure pain and heartbreak of the past days, weeks, months… it pours soundlessly into him, and into his expensive linen shirt.
“You should have come sooner- why didn’t you come with me?” He asks desperately into your hair, tightening his grip while he crumbles about you too, all from the pure guilt weighing in on him. “I’m sorry,” he cracks. “I should have forced you into that fucking car- I knew he’d do this; God, I’ll kill-” he breaks off. He doesn’t finish his sentence, but your shoulders shake harder anyway.
All the times Luke nearly killed JJ. You. JJ’s death. Murder was a sensitive topic now. You couldn’t hear anything related to it without falling apart, understandably.
“I’m sorry,” he just repeats into your hair, smoothing it back with one rough hand. He cradles the back of your head, and hears the first muffled sob against his chest and feels himself wrench apart even more.
His other hand brushes against your cheek, and coaxes your head up. Though salt streams from your eyes, he ignores it entirely for the bruise blooming across your jaw, and the blood trickling from the corner of your lip. “Fuck..” he mutters, swiping it away with the pad of his thumb. He presses a kiss to your temple, and holds you tighter.
Between the pair of you, so much is left unsaid, unresolved, unfinished. But Rafe, despite his stubbornness and despite yours, can’t bring himself to care about it. You’re hurting- you’re hurt. And he is too. All he can think about now is taking care of you, as he always should have done.
PAIRING : sheriff!rafe x farmer’sdaughter!reader
SUMMARY : “feet don’t fail me now. take me to the finish line. oh, my heart it breaks every step that i take.” — secrets and sex; aka a perfect recipe for disaster. when rafe’s hand is forced to suspend one of his deputies, all is unveiled at a town hall meeting in the name of revenge. now he must make a choice, keep the career he has served for half of his life, or be with you, the only girl who has managed to give life to his once stone cold heart.
WARNINGS : a lotttt of angst, age gap, brief smut in the beginning, unprotected sex, arguing, small time skip, slight manipulation, topper being the worst person ever, physical violence (it’s all justified i swear), fingering, dirty talk, pull out method, blackmail, a lot of slut shaming, mentions of excessive use of force and sexual harassment, public humiliation, mutual pining, lots of crying, mentions of abandonment, both mommy and daddy issues (sorry), use of a firearm
AUTHOR’S NOTE : this took me a lot longer than i expected it to, but i hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i loved writing it. this was greatly inspired by the song ‘born to die’ by lana del rey, and i’m hoping to write more fics inspired by the album in hopes to create a series! also sorry for any mistakes if there’s any <3
WORD COUNT: 10k
“What’s wrong with you?” You turned around, glaring at Rafe who currently looked like a deer caught in headlights. Both of you were in the backseat of his cruiser, his patrol car parked just off the side of the road from city limits.
“Another sheriff just passed by.” He panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. Rolling your eyes, you sat there on all fours, waiting and hoping he’d just continue with his ministrations. “Who cares?” You moved your hips, “clearly whoever it was wasn’t concerned enough to stop.” Rafe groaned upon feeling you slide back down his length, his eyes screwing shut before he shook his head.
“Fuck— I can’t,” He apologized, “i’m sorry but I can’t.” Cursing under your breath, you moved away from him once he pulled out, a mix of frustration and anger swirling around in your chest. “You do this every fucking time.” You spat, reaching for your panties that were long forgotten on the dashboard.
Rafe huffed through his nose, his eyes traveling down your backside before he was buckling his pants. “I told the department that I had this side of town covered, it’s not my fault if someone went against my orders, alright? No one was supposed to be over here except us.” Ignoring him, you hooked your bra from the back. “Whatever you say, asshole.” Your tone had that sarcastic bite that Rafe couldn’t bear hearing.
“I’m on the clock. You shouldn’t even be mad at me for reacting like this.” He rose his voice, in which he immediately regretted as soon as he met your eyes. “You’re acting like this was all my idea!” You shouted, slipping on your dress. “Need I remind you that you’re the one who called me up tonight?” Rafe’s jaw ticked, his fingers working to get his shirt buttoned up.
“You’re the one who rung my phone, drove out to my house to pick me up, and take me allll the way out here to fuck me. ‘Cause God forbid you get caught having a little rendezvous.” You got out of the car, slamming the door shut before crossing your arms over your chest.
“Rendezvous?” Rafe shot back, “Is that what you want to call this?!” You watched as he came around the car, his muscles bulging through his shirt. “Well that’s what it feels like!” You screamed, “we meet up, we have sex, and you act like you don’t know me in public. It feels fucking great!” Rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, his chest rising and falling with each frustrated sigh.
“This isn’t a relationship Rafe, no matter how much you insist it is. Having shitty steaks and beer at your house isn’t a date. Dropping my hand and leaving me alone in public isn’t boyfriend behavior, either. You act like being seen with me is an abomination or something— you’re the one who makes it like this!” You cried out, shielding your face from him as you felt the tears beginning to prick your eyes.
“I don’t know why I keep letting you in.” Rafe reached for your hands but you were quick to swat them away. “Don’t call me anymore.” You stormed off, your boots crunching into the small gravel as you started walking down the road. “Hey—! I’m not letting you walk home by yourself!” He shouted after you, fixing the collar of his shirt before marching towards you.
“I don’t need your permission—!” You yelped when he swept you off your feet, his strong arms securing you in place as he threw you over his shoulder, taking you back to the car. “Put me down!” You pounded on his back, kicking your feet and squirming until he dumped you into the passenger’s seat and closed the door.
Attempting to open it back up again, you laughed bitterly when the handle didn’t budge. Stupid cop cars and their child-proof locks. “Can we please talk about this—” Cutting him off, you shouted. “No!” your scream was deafening in the stuffy space of his car, “Every time we ‘talk’ about things, you still do what you do. We’re done resolving things, Rafe. Just take me home.” You settled into the leather seat, your cheeks damp with tears as rafe drove back onto the road in defeat.
God, you needed to get out of this fucking town already.
The ride back to your place was silent, except for the occasional apology Rafe tried to spew over and overs again.
“It’s just hard for me to be with someone when everyone watches my every move, okay? I have a reputation around here and if I want to keep my job then I need to keep up with it.” You knew what he was really saying, and that was the fact that your history with getting in trouble and not being a ‘good girl’ clashed with his ‘squeaky clean, nice cop’ persona.
“I’m not a good look for you, I get it.” At this, Rafe gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “You’re the face of the county; Hell, maybe even the whole town. You have to uphold certain values, and being with someone half your age with a record doesn’t fit into that box. Explain no more.”
Rafe absolutely hated this. He hated that you were so aware of what was at stake. “You’re a grown man, Rafe. You’ve never been married, you don’t have any kids, your 401k is fucking loaded, and yet, you still feel the need to prove something to these people. Why?” You felt nothing but pure dread once your house came into view.
“You know what? Don’t even answer that, ‘cause I still won’t understand. You’ve given twenty-two years of your life to this town, and I can’t even get one night out of you,” You laughed, “what a fucking joke.” Rafe hadn’t even put the car in park when you hopped out, not daring to look back as you made your way inside, the screen door slamming shut behind you.
Rafe was pissed at himself for the rest of his shift, your words ringing out in his head for what seemed like hours. Truth is, Rafe could retire right now and give you both a comfortable life. Why wouldn’t he do it though? He doesn’t even know the answer. His job became his life shortly after he started serving, and he didn’t have the time to get into a relationship, let alone have the time to get to know someone enough to tell if he liked them or not, he never thought of a future where he was anywhere but here so that pretty much closed off his horizons, and it wasn’t until you came into the picture that he started feeling like just maybe there was something more to life than work and Sunday night football.
He was already too dedicated, already in too deep to just give it all up. You were still so young, he wasn’t sure if he was capable of making you happy enough to stay. Shit, he wasn’t even making you happy now. What he did know, though, was that what you wanted more than anything was to get out of town to start new somewhere else and that just wasn’t negotiable for him. Even when his job as the town’s sheriff is long gone, he already made his life here— why would he leave?
3 months later . . .
“Can I get a few beers for me and my buddies?” You froze when you heard the familiar voice, your eyes shooting up to meet none other than deputy Topper Thornton.
Averting your gaze to follow the direction he was motioning towards, you felt your stomach flip at the sight of Rafe out of his uniform.
You hadn’t seen him at all since he took you home that one night and you refused to answer any of his calls. You hardly left your house after that incident; which means you weren’t going around making any kind of trouble— especially now since you were so busy with your new bartending job.
Rafe stood tall over everyone else in his group, his broad shoulders filling out his button down quite nicely.
“What kind?” You tilted your head at the man in front of you, that stupid, cocky smirk adorning his lips as he answered. “Three Budweisers and a Corona for your boyfriend over there.” Scoffing at his words, you swallowed down the urge to say ‘He’s not my fucking boyfriend.’ Before you settled for an awkward clearing of your throat.
“That’ll be ten dollars.” You reached back for the cooler that sat on the counter, your skin crawling with unease once you looked back at Topper and saw him eyeing you in your work clothes. Spandex shorts and a cropped baby tee was hardly anything, but for the tips that you went home with every night? You couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Holding out the ten dollar bill, Topper leaned in once you went for the money in his hand.
“Think’ if I make this a hundred, I could get you in the back of my patrol car next?”
It was as if the world slowed down, any and all surrounding chatter falling deaf on your ears.
On cue, you glanced at Rafe only to see that he was already looking at you, a hint of warning fixed in his gaze as he stood there tensely.
Smiling sweetly, you grabbed the bill from Topper with one hand and reached for a half empty bottle of Vodka under the counter with the other before swinging it over his head with a loud crash!
Immediately, everyone ran over to where Topper collided with the cement flooring, his body lying limp as he fell unconscious. “What’s your fuckin’ problem?!” Kelce slammed his hand down on the counter, the sound not even making you flinch as the bar spun into chaos.
You panicked once you realized that what you did could indeed earn you a spot in a holding cell overnight.
So much for having a good streak going..
“Fuck, I gotta go.” You panted, flashing an apologetic look towards your co-worker.
Running to the dressing room, you were quick to grab your purse and take off out the back door, your heart beating in your ears as you held onto the cowboy hat on your head. Your boots kicked up nothing but dirt and rocks as you booked it down the road to your house, the path pitch black as the moon hid behind the trees.
Cursing to yourself, you had to come to a stop once you felt your lungs fighting to get a full intake of air, your muscles burning with tension as you panted.
You weren’t even nearly as ready to run again when you heard a ‘Hey!’ Echoing out in the distance. Narrowing your eyes, you felt your knees buckle when Rafe’s face stared back at you.
Deciding to meet him in the middle, you ran towards him, your palm colliding with his cheek when you reached him.
“What the fuck did you tell them about me?!” You were livid all overs again, your chin wobbling as Rafe adjusted the hat on his head. “What are you talking about?” He said incredulously, his brow arched in irritation. “Topper!” You screamed, “he just said he’d give me a hundred bucks if he could get me in the backseat of his car next— why does he think he could get me to do something with him at all, Rafe? What the fuck are you telling your department?” Rafe shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he looked wildly in the direction of the bar.
“Did you just—” He seethed, “did you just say that Topper offered you money for sex?” You watched as he rolled his sleeves up, his jaw clenching as his nostrils flared.
“Don’t act like you’re the mad one now, how else would he know about me and you?” You shoved him, “you draw the line at being seen with me in public but not when it comes to having your way with me, right? God, you’re such a fucking coward.” Rafe couldn’t believe his ears right now. He didn’t know what was crazier; The fact that you thought he told all of his colleagues about your private moments together, or the fact that being intimate with you was all that mattered to him.
“I didn’t say shit to anyone, I swear it.” Not knowing what to believe anymore, you scanned over his features, feeling nothing but pain tug at your heartstrings.
You still missed him after three months of no contact.
“Let me take you home,” He stepped closer, his thumb finding your chin, “I promise you, I’d never speak about you in any kind of sexual manner to anyone, baby. Topper is a dickhead, you know that.” Ignoring the small flutter in your chest at the pet name, you stepped around him despite still wanting to feel his hands on your body.
“Don’t call me that.” Was all you were able to say before you were being tugged back by your elbow. “I don’t want to continue on like this,” Rafe pleaded, “you don’t understand what it felt like seeing you behind that bar counter tonight. I miss you. Please— let me take you home.” He asked you once again, your resolve slowly starting to crumble.
The hold Rafe had on you was just downright awful.
Meeting his eyes, you made your decision as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you; Nothing but need and hot burning desire lighting up behind his irises. It already irritated you that Rafe looked so fucking good tonight— fresh haircut and shave, cowboy hat and neatly pressed dress shirt, jeans that fit him just right with his sheriff buckle glinting underneath the dim light.. everything about him was just straight magnetic and you were drawn to it.
“Why?” You whispered, “So we could sleep together and go back to being strangers?” Rafe shook his head, his hands cupping your face as he guided you to look back up at him. “You have my fucking word that’s not going to happen,” He leaned in, the familiar scent of his aftershave making you dizzy, “i’m going to deal with Topper tomorrow, I promise you he’s not going to get away with what he did.”
And just like that, you two found yourselves stumbling into his place, your hands ravaging his shirt as he groped you over the globes of your ass.
“I hate this outfit,” Rafe said through gritted teeth, “you look too fucking good in it.” He nipped at the sensitive spot on your neck, a sharp gasp sounding from your lips as he pinned you against the living room wall.
Separating your thighs with a knee, Rafe worked quickly to get you out of your clothes, his hands feeling like fire against your skin. You couldn’t help but palm him over his jeans, his bulge making your cunt throb with need.
You were so sure that if Rafe were to feel you through your panties right now he’d go crazy with the mess you already had sitting between your legs.
Leaving you in nothing but your push-up bra and boots, you didn’t have enough time to register what was happening before he spun you around and pulled you by the ends of your hair.
Grounding his hips into your backside, you moaned when the heavy weight of his cock rested between your cheeks, his breath tickling the side of your face as he spoke lowly into your ear. “Three fucking months,” He grunted, “for three fucking months I’ve thought about the next time I’d get to have you again.” Rough palm snaking around your waist, Rafe dipped his fingers below the waistband of your panties, a groan rumbling from his chest once he felt how soaked you were.
“I never stopped thinking of you, missing you,” You mewled when he used his index and middle finger to separate your folds, “..loving you.” Just then, Rafe stroked your clit, your mouth falling open as a cry rang out against the old wood of his living room.
“Fuck—!” You screamed, your eyes screwing shut as he rubbed you dumb. Rafe knew your body like the back of his hand, ‘knew what made your knees grow weak and your head pound in sheer, hot pleasure.
“Oh, I hate you,” You whined, your nails digging into the skin of his arm, “fuck you for making me come back here.” Rafe snickered, the tip of his nose running down the curve of your neck just before he nipped the flesh there, the action making stars appear in your vision.
Continuing his ministrations on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you really lost it when he entered a digit without warning.
Rendering yourself speechless, the only sounds coming out of your mouth were drunken babbles, your body giving up in its entirety as you surrendered to Rafe’s touch.
The slick sounds coming from your cunt turned Rafe on beyond belief— he needed to be inside of you now. If it wasn’t for Rafe holding you securely, you would’ve been on the floor by now, your legs feeling like jelly as he finger fucked you into oblivion.
“Ray—” you choked, the familar burning sensation spreading out through your core, “I’m cumming!” Wrapping a hand around your throat, Rafe squeezed as you convulsed, your orgasm knocking you off your feet with its intensity pulsing through your veins. Rafe didn’t slow down or become more gentler when you began weeping in his arms, your eyes rolling so far back into your head, all you could do was collapse at his complete and utter mercy.
Still trembling in the aftershocks of your orgasm, Rafe picked you up bridal style and started the way towards his room, your boot clad feet dangling off of his arm before he laid you down on the cold sheets of his bed. “Take off my shoes..” You whispered weakly, your bare chest rising and falling with each breath.
“They’re staying on, honey.” Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, all protests vanishing from your tongue once you looked down and saw him shirtless, his cock standing angry against his happy trail. Eyes flickering up to meet his own, you swallowed thickly as the bed dipped from under you, his hands guiding your legs over his shoulders before caging you in between his arms.
The tips of your noses were touching now, his lips ghosting over yours as he lined himself up with your entrance. Knowing what was to come, you waited with a bated breath, your mouth falling open with a squeal when he thrusted, his length filling you to the hilt in one go. You felt delirious already with him sitting hot and heavy inside of you, your lashes wet with tears as they streamed down the sides of your face.
“I’m sorry,” Rafe gasped ever so slightly when you clenched around him, his hips driving out before he slid back in, “you don’t deserve half the shit I put you through.” You hated him for saying words that drove right through your chest when he felt this good. “S-stop talking—” You shuddered, “you’re going to let me down again, I know it.” You couldn’t explain it, but something about this time around just felt final; like this was the end.
Rafe shook his head, connecting your lips in a kiss to shut you up. Wiping at your cheeks, Rafe guided you through both the pleasure and the pain his thrusts delivered, your nails raking down his flesh as he got closer to spilling into you. Filling your ears with everything he knew you loved to hear, you clung to him when his pubic bone began slamming against your clit, your cries echoing in his ears.
“Shit—” Rafe groaned, “I fucking love you.” Your body screamed at you to say it back, those four simple words; ‘I love you, too!’ but to no avail, you buried your face in his chest until you came with a broken sob. Rafe held you in place, ignoring your uncomfortable squirming from overstimulation setting in when his hips stuttered, his muscles growing taut as his high washed over him.
Despite you two being far past the point of using protection or taking any kind of precautions, you still pushed against his lower abdomen, prompting him to pull out and finish on your tummy instead.
Rafe, being far too absorbed in his own self pleasure, didn’t question anything as thick ropes of cum spurted across your skin, his fingers lacing with your own. Cheeks hot and damp, you breathed heavily against his flesh until he collapsed, his hand coming up to tuck away any stray hairs behind your ear.
You gazed up at the ceiling, feeling more disconnected than ever before.
Normally, you’d be the one all over Rafe— smothering him in kisses and wrapping his arms around your waist before laying your head on his chest in order to listen to his heart beat behind his ribs, but now? You couldn’t even spare him a glance as he panted beside you with low lidded eyes, his attention centered on the perfect curve of your lips.
You hoped with the lights off he wouldn’t be able to see the look of regret etched deeply into your features, your brows furrowed in both worry and sadness. You should not be here right now. Not naked, not with him, not here at his place at all.
Flashbacks of you two arguing replayed in your head, his words sticking to your brain like glue. It wasn’t long after your post orgasm bliss cleared away that you became hyper aware of your current position. Feet absolutely aching from keeping those damned boots on, skin slick with sweat, hair messy and tangled, makeup ruined.. it was safe to say you felt like shit.
“Stay here tonight.” The sound of Rafe’s voice brought you out of your trance-like state, your head moving in his direction. “What?” You let him trace a finger underneath your jaw as he spoke. “I want you to stay here with me,” Rafe repeated, “I go to work in the morning but you can leave whenever you want.”
The more you let Rafe have his way, the more you felt like you were getting sucked into something that would only result in you being hurt.
“Actually, I think I should go.” You blinked, propping yourself up on your elbows. If Rafe didn’t notice you feeling conflicted earlier, he was definitely noticing now. “Did I do something?” He turned, “What’s going on?” You sighed, shaking your head before sitting up. “I always end up in the same place with you. Three months of no contact for what? For me to give in to you with little to no effort on your end?” Now it was Rafe’s turn to be irritated. “Hey— don’t be mad at me because you made the decision to come here. It takes two people to do what we just did.”
Scoffing, you cursed under your breath when you looked around and realized your clothes were long forgotten about in the living room. “I don’t have it in me to argue with you right now,” You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I need to get home.” Rafe watched you stand up on shaky legs, the words he wanted to say just sitting on the tip of his tongue.
“Stay.” He said once again, “I want to talk to you about something.” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t intrigued by what he had to say. Staring at him for a moment, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Shoot.”
“There’s a town hall meeting tomorrow night,” He started, “I’m supposed to give a speech and present some stuff that I received from the director and it’s gonna be a whole thing—” You stopped him before he could start rambling, “So?” Rafe cleared his throat, his hands growing clammy as he took a breath. “I want you to go with me.” He finally spit out, his eyes meeting your own.
Studying him, you watched as Rafe pulled on some briefs. “What do you mean ‘Go with you’? Like you want us to walk in together?” You couldn’t help the confusion that laced your tone. “No— well, yes, but not just that. I want you to be by my side the entire time. Be there with me.”
You stared at him, not completely catching onto what he was implying. “You’re okay with people seeing us together?”
At this, Rafe approached you gently, his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip. “I have to bite the bullet already, sweetheart,” He spoke, “you’re my lady.” You blinked, allowing him to peck your temple. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you not to give in, to let Rafe reap what he sowed three months ago, but still, you let yourself be embraced by him when you nodded in agreement. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” Was the last words of his you registered before he got you in the tub.
Waking up the next morning, Rafe admired you while you slept, his fingers tracing along your flesh as you stirred softly under his sheets.
After he was dressed up and ready to go to work, he kissed the tip of your nose, physically having to rip his eyes off of your naked form before heading out to the station. Dreading the events that would surely be unfolding today, Rafe swallowed thickly as he watched Topper and Kelce walk into the office, the inevitable weighing heavy over him. Getting down from his truck, Rafe gripped the coffee tumbler in his hand and figured he’d just get the hard part of his day over with already.
“Mornin’, Cameron.” Kelce nodded towards Rafe, the action drawing Topper’s attention as he turned. Rafe refrained from cursing under his breath upon seeing the bruise that adorned Topper’s face, a dark shade of purple coloring his eye. To say you did a number on him would be an understatement, you absolutely wrecked Topper’s shit.
“Rafe, just the man I wanted to see!” Topper jogged over to the doorway of Rafe’s office, “I wanna press charges on that little bitch from last night.” Rafe cleared his throat, his jaw clenching at the misuse of your name. “Close the door behind you.” Rafe bit out, motioning towards the chair in front of his desk. Doing as he said, Topper plopped down in the seat. “Looks like she got you pretty good.” Rafe remarked, a deep sigh sounding from his lips. Topper snorted. “Yeah, well she’s been a problem for years. ‘Stupid girl thinks she can do whatever the hell she wants.” Nodding in understanding, Rafe clasped his hands together before further explaining himself. “I took a statement from that so called ‘stupid girl’ last night, and she told me you provoked her, ‘said you asked her a really invasive and quite offensive question.” Topper scoffed, his hands coming up defensively. “I didn’t provoke her! She hit me with a fucking glass bottle— look at my face! She’s clearly the one in the wrong here.”
Rafe pinched the bridge of his nose as Topper’s voice grew louder. “Whatever she said I did aside, she still assaulted an officer! That’s a felony and I want her to suffer the consequences.” Now it was Rafe’s turn to laugh, the man in front of him looking at him incredulously.
“Listen, that’s not going to happen. She isn’t the first girl that reported sexual misconduct against you, and for the record, you were off the clock when this took place, so no, she didn’t assault you in your uniform,” Rafe started, “I have a stack of papers that are fucking knee high, filled with reports of you using excessive force, being suggestive towards female inmates, and plently of other shit that I’m sure the director would like to see for himself.”
Topper stared at Rafe, stunned. “Your days of getting away with things are over, Thornton. I’m your boss before I’m your friend, and I’m done with the bullshit.” Topper shook his head, his knee bouncing wildly as anger began boiling to the surface.
“Why now, Rafe? If you knew about all of my reports, why are you barely doing something about it now?” Rafe ignored the uncomfortable feeling in his gut, both him and Topper finally sharing a look. Eyes catching on to the hickey peeking out of Rafe’s collar, everything started to click in Topper’s head. “Holy shit,” He smiled, leaning back in his seat, “you’re fucking her.” Rafe’s fists balled up at his sides as Topper sat in amusement.
“You know what, I’ll give it to you. She’s a pretty little thing, ‘wild one, too,” Topper laughed, “now that I’m thinking about it, it makes so much more sense,” He nodded, leaning forward so his elbows rested on Rafe’s desk, “what’s the appeal? I mean obviously we all know she’s hot, but why go through all this trouble for her? ‘She make you feel young again? Have a sex drive like a—” Rafe slammed his hands down on the hardwood desk, stopping Topper before he could say something that would have him leaving out of the station in an ambulance.
“Watch it, Thornton.” Rafe spoke low. Topper jolted back at the sound, his jaw clenching as Rafe began filling out discharge papers.
“You firing me?” Topper narrowed his eyes, “Over some whore you fuck in the back of your cruiser?” At this, Rafe froze.
“What did you just say?” Topper tongued his cheek, that cocky smirk making its way to his face again. “You heard me. See— at first, I just shrugged it off, ‘figured it wasn’t any of my business, but now? Now that you think this girl loves you or something and you’re trying to prove something to her at my expense, it has everything to do with me.” Rafe’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He said through gritted teeth.
“A few months ago we were all on night shift. You took the outskirts of town and the rest of us took our own little sides for patrol watch until a call came through that was meant for you to tend to since it was in your jurisdiction, and well.. you never responded,” Topper explained, “so I took it upon myself to go since I was closest to the area, and I remember I kept calling for you on the radio and you never answered. So naturally, I called Steve and asked him if you were showing up on the network; Only to see if maybe you were dealing with wherever the call was coming from, or if God forbid you were in some kind of trouble and needed backup, but Steve said you were inactive on the radio radar— meaning, you manually turned yours off.” Topper hummed.
“I thought; ‘Hmm, that’s weird, that’s not like Rafe— the head, the captain, to turn off his radio. He knows how serious it could be if something happened on his watch due to negligence’. Anyways, I’m going down the road that leads to out of town, and right before I hit the city limits sign, I passed a patrol car that was parked off the side of the road in some tall grass, and you wanna know what I saw?” Topper got up, now pacing back and forth, “Your girl’s face pressed up against the glass.” Rafe closed his eyes, his hands coming up to hold his head. “So if you wanna talk about sexual misconduct, we could go there, ‘cause unlike me, you were on the clock, motherfucker.”
Rafe let out a string of curses, his face turning red as he stared at nothing, the reality of yours and his situation hitting him like a truck. He could be fired and replaced in the next forty-eight hours for something like this, especially since everything is on record.
The room was silent for what felt like forever, the tension thick enough that both Topper and Rafe could feel it against their skin. Just when Rafe managed to get you back, something comes up where he feels like he has to choose between you and his job.. again. If he lets Topper go, he knows that his termination has legitimate reason behind it, considering he’s been digging his own grave for years now, but the threat of being reported to his higher up worried him.
Rafe sat in thought, his mind turning gears as he tried to think of something to ‘resolve’ all of this. No matter what he did, he was damned anyways. “Don’t think just cause you have that one incident over me that I’m gonna play by your rules, cause you still have consequences of your own that you gotta face, and you’re gonna do exactly that.” Rafe finally spoke up.
“Starting now you’re on administrative leave until further notice. I need your badge with your gun and your holster.” Pursing his lips, Topper cursed, his jaw clenching as he ran his hands down his face. “You can’t be serious,” He leaned down, meeting Rafe at eye level, “I’ll keep my mouth shut, alright? I need my job, Rafe.”
“You’ll still be getting your regular check, ‘Top, you just can’t be on duty until I get you authorized to come back.” Rafe replied, standing up from his chair before opening the door to his office. “I’ll give you a call as soon I find out more details.” Topper watched as Rafe stared at him coldly, one hand on the door and the other resting on the buckle of his belt. “You’re gonna regret this.” Topper bumped his shoulder into Rafe’s on his way out, the entire office watching in silence as Topper left the station. Without a word, Rafe slammed the door shut and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
He was so fucked.
Rafe had to talk you out of ditching the town hall meeting an approximate four times before you two were getting off his truck together, a few people already throwing daggers at you as Rafe took your hand in his own. “Just ignore everyone,” He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the cown of your head, “we’ll be out of here as soon as it’s over.” Rafe reassured you.
If the hostility from everyone around you wasn’t enough, you felt your cheeks heat upon seeing the disappointed gazes from other sheriffs at Rafe’s department as you two approached.
“Go ahead and take a seat here in the front row, I have to go backstage to meet with the director so we can go over a few things.” You nodded, watching Rafe from your chair as he made his way out of your sight.
Looking around, the small cafeteria slowly started to fill up with each passing minute. You recognized nearly everybody that walked in, including Topper and his wife. You rolled your eyes when he sent a wink your way, a wave of disgust and annoyance washing over you before you turned around in your seat. Thankfully, the meeting started almost immediately, the mayor himself greeting everyone at the podium on stage.
“Good evening citizens and residents of our lovely town, I’ll go ahead and give everyone the chance to take their seats before we start.” He smiled, eyes dancing around the room. “We actually don’t have a lot to go over for this meeting, but I’m appreciative of everyone who made it a priority to be here tonight, nonetheless.” The mayor flipped a page from a packet he was reading from, the cafeteria finally growing silent as he went over all the topics of discussion for today.
“This evening we’ll be revealing some new projects, going over some concerns our parents had involving clubs at our schools, and lastly— presenting tonight, our very own town-elected Sheriff, Rafe Cameron, will be going over a special presentation on behalf of the department’s director.”
You stayed quiet the entire time, your eyelids fluttering in and out of sleep as the meeting dragged on. It wasn’t until you heard the roar and cheers of the crowd clapping as Rafe made his way out from behind the curtain that you sat up straight, your own hands coming together as you joined in on cheering for him. You watched with a small smile on your face as he took the spot behind the podium. You could tell Rafe was fighting the urge to beam in the spotlight, his lips pursed together as he gave everyone a curt nod.
“Thank you for being here tonight, it really is much appreciated, especially now as the department comes to deliver some news regarding patrolling areas and such..” You listened and watched the way he talked and answered questions, took in how he interacted with the crowd and for the first time, you felt like you could slightly understand why he took his job so seriously.
Once he was done with the presentation and started taking questions for concerns other than the ones he was already talking about, a plethora of people rose their hands in response. From noise complaints to people squatting in old barns, you heard just about everything under the sun until Topper’s voice cut in.
“Sorry for interrupting here, and quite frankly, sorry in advance for the lewdness of my question; but how should we go about reporting inappropriate behavior involving sheriffs and citizens while on the clock?”
The entire room grew cold as soon as Topper finished his question, both you and Rafe locking eyes for a split second before he cleared his throat. Your stomach flipped as gasps and hushed whispers began to spread across the crowd. “I’m sorry, I don’t think that’s appropriate at this time—” Rafe started, his voice growing a bit louder as the volume in the room began climbing, “But it’s a serious point of discussion, is it not?” Topper remarked, “What are we fellow sheriffs supposed to do when we have concerns of bigotry going on in our department?” You watched as the gears turned in Rafe’s head, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly as him and Topper stared dead in each other’s eyes.
“Fill out a report and turn it in to me.” Rafe said flatly, his hand gripping the side of the podium. At this, Topper hummed, his gaze moving to where you were sitting in the front row. “As sheriffs, we take oaths, Rafe. We serve justice where it need be, ‘doesn’t matter how petty a crime is; a crime is a crime. What we don’t do is cherry pick cases and let people go just because you’ve been intimate with them one or two times, but hey, who’s counting?” He laughed. The crowd then shot their heads in Rafe’s direction, a series of shouts and yells echoing in the cafeteria.
“Is this true?!” Someone cried, “Do we have sheriffs doing such things in our jurisdiction?”
Just as Rafe attempted to calm the crowd down, Topper spoke once again. “We do! There— sitting in the front row is one of the girls that can attest to this.” Your eyes widened when a multitude of people turned their burning gaze to where you sat, your heart dropping to your stomach once you saw the realization grace their faces.
Your chest rose and fell as it got harder to breathe, your eyes watering as people shouted at you all at once. Rafe was quick to jump down from the stage and wave his hands in the air in order to catch everyone’s attention.
It wasn’t until the director shouted over the microphone that the room fell silent again, your hands trembling as you moved your hair out of your face.
“Do you hear yourselves?!” Rafe yelled, “Yelling at this young woman over allegations that aren’t true! If she got out of staying in a cell it’s because the crimes against her didn’t warrant her to have to do so. What someone decides to do in their private life isn’t any of your business. My private life doesn’t concern you.” Topper scoffed, his wife trying her best to tug him back down into his seat.
“You were still patrolling when you engaged in sexual acts with the girl! You’re old enough to be her father, you should be ashamed of yourself!” To say you were mortified would be an understatement, you wished God would just strike you down right now and end all of this.
Rafe let out a breath, flickering his attention between Topper and the board who lined up the stage. “Don’t stand there and act all high and mighty, Thornton, you preyed on this girl. You singled her out of a group of people before you first dragged her into the station. She had cuts and bruises on her arms and legs because of you. Don’t forget the lewd comments you made about her to her face, or at the bar where she gave you the hit you were asking for. I’ll admit, I’ve been reckless and did things on the job I wasn’t supposed to, but I’ve never cherry picked cases the way you’re claiming. I serve justice, and I’ve been doing it for the last two decades now, so don’t you ever question my authority or integrity again.” Topper’s wife sat there too stunned to do anything, her hands falling from his arm.
“So the claim is true then? You’ve had an inappropriate relationship with someone while you were on the job?” The director questioned. Rafe looked down at you, his stomach twisting in knots when you glanced up and he saw your face. You didn’t deserve any of this.
“My personal relationships have nothing to do with my job, any and all questions you have pertaining to this situation will only be answered in private—” Before Rafe could get his words across, the director cut him off. “Denounce your relationship with this woman or resign.” You glared at the man standing at the podium, your head growing heavy as more and more time passed without Rafe saying a word.
“This isn’t ethical, nor professional—” Rafe was interrupted once again.
“You see, with the claim that you’ve let this woman walk free after breaking the law because of your relations to her, you’re inclined to let me and the people who have time and time again elected you as their town’s appointed sheriff know that you have not broken your oath and have indeed served fair justice. If it was anyone else without a record, we wouldn’t be here doing this right now, so once again; denounce having relations with this woman or resign.” Rafe held his breath. He could feel you looking at him, silently shaking him to say something. There was no way out of this for him, ‘no way for him to have the only two things he’s ever wanted in his life.
His career, or you. Those were his only options.
“I can’t resign.”
You felt like you could die right now. “You can’t, or you won’t?” You spoke up, standing from your seat. Rafe looked out unto the crowd, his eyes scanning over everyone’s faces before he met your defeated stare.
“I won’t.” He whispered, attempting to reach for you before you backed away and ran out of the room, your heart breaking in two as you sobbed on your way out. If it wasn’t enough for Topper to pretty much expose you in front of the whole town, Rafe essentially said everything that happened between you two was fake.. in front of the whole town. You were embarrassed, hurt, angry, disgusted, all at once you just wanted to disappear.
You ran home and didn’t stop crying until you fell asleep in your bed, your tear stained cheeks pressing against the wet puddle in your pillow.
You stayed like this for days. Wake up, shower, bed rot, cry for hours, repeat. Your job at the bar was long gone and you didn’t dare show your face anywhere after everything that happened, surely people would be gossiping about this last town hall meeting for the next century to come.
Your phone never rang, not that you expected it to anyways. You stared out your window and thought about Rafe. You thought about the way his hands felt against your skin, thought about his eyes when you gazed into them after he put you through his mattress, you thought about his smile, his smell, everything about him.
It was all too painful for you to handle, the sheer betrayal of it all. Your days were measured by the amount of time you and Rafe didn’t have contact with one another. You went on like this until you felt like you were on the brink of cabin fever. Deciding to go downstairs, you froze in the hallway when you didn’t hear the familiar chatter coming from the TV in the living room.
When did that TV even turn off?
Walking over to your father’s room, you knocked lightly, a small ‘Dad? It’s me.’ leaving your lips. No answer. Eyebrows knitting in confusion, you made your way to the kitchen and looked out the window. His truck wasn’t out front either. Finally, you looked at the table and there, in scribbled handwriting, was a letter with your name on it.
By the time you’re reading this I’ll be well on my way up North to reside with my brothers— your uncles, for good. They all share a ranch and there’s a lot of work that needs to be done, unlike this hell hole we call home. Anyways, Dave came by and gave me a full rundown of what happened at the town hall meeting and it about ripped me to shreds if you want to believe that or not. I don’t know what to say when it comes to topics such as those discussed at the meeting, but I will start by apologizing to you. Life hasn’t been fair to you and I’ve been the main contributor to that. I should’ve raised you better. I should’ve supported you emotionally when your mother left but I let you fall, and for that I’m sorry. I figured the best thing I could do for you now is equip you with the tools and encourage you to leave, too. I printed out all of the documents you’ll need to sell the house, along with some other papers you may need to auction off the farm equipment for some extra cash in the safe that’s in the back of my closet. My shotgun and some of your mother’s old jewelry is in there too. Keep it. It’s yours. No matter how much I wish I could’ve been the father you needed, I know the damage has already been done. I need you to know that I do love you, and despite things not working out with me and your mom, you were made out of love. You were wanted and I’m deeply sorry if you ever felt otherwise. I’m not sure what you’ll end up doing or where the wind will take you, but come visit your old man sometime when you feel like it, the address where i’ll be at is stuck on the fridge. P.S. — I went down to the sheriff’s office before I left and gave that sorry excuse of a man what he deserved.
You sobbed, sliding down the doorway until your butt met the old, rickety floor. Everything you ever wanted to hear from your father was written in this letter, and while you were grateful for that, he was still an asshole for not being able to face you and tell you.
You wept, thinking of the times where your mother and father were together. You’d do anything to go back there and start over, stop your mom from skipping town and leaving both you and your father. In the end it was no use, though. You had no clue where she was now. Not back then, not ever. She made sure you’d never find her.
Once the tears cleared away, and your anger subsided, you felt a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time.
Your father had just given you an out, one where you’re set with money and can go down any path you wanted. No limitations, just complete free will. Wiping your face with your shirt, you got up and ran to his safe to get the papers needed to sell the house. You weren’t going to waste anymore time living in this town.
You got ready, grabbed what you needed from your father’s safe and went into town with one job and one job only; sell everything.
By the time you got home from handling what you needed to, you were drained, but when you opened your purse and saw the $500,000.00 check with your name on it, you smiled.
That was only the first check to come though, you still had four more waiting for you once you requested them through a bank from wherever you decided to go— all that money, and it was still excluding the actual house and profits from the estate sale that was supposed to happen three days from now.
It turns out the land your father built his house on was in high demand from the city themselves. Apparently it’s a perfect spot for a truck stop and motel, or so that’s what the bank told you.
You went to sleep feeling bittersweet, whereas Rafe on the other hand, hadn’t been getting much sleep at all. Your face haunted him, your expression before you left forever ingrained in his brain. Work hadn’t been the same since the town hall meeting, the whole office now being on edge.
He was miserable to say the least, but he knew he had no right to feel that way; especially since it was him who hurt you. His pillows still smelt like your shampoo and perfume, but it was fading as more time went on. Rafe spent his days doing everything he did before you came into his life; work, eat, drink, watch the sports channel, and the cycle continued.
There was no laughter, no kisses when he woke up in the morning or before bed, no nothing. He flipped through polaroids of you two. Back then, he hated taking pictures despite you cussing him out and telling him you were gonna take them anyways, and now he couldn’t be more grateful that you did.
On his off day, he stayed in bed, the sun setting as the orange rays filtered through his window, the light illuminating only your side of his bed. He stroked the sheets where you once laid, the image of you smiling sweetly at him with messy hair flashing behind his closed irises. You’ll always be the prettiest thing he ever laid eyes on.
The days came and went, the newspapers outside in his driveway piling up as he didn’t care enough to bring them in— until one evening when one of the covers caught his eye.
ESTATE SALE : FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! Come by the Y/L/N farm to collect items at an unbeatable price. EVERYTHING MUST GO! The home is officially off the market and is set to be demolished where a motel and truck stop will soon reside, DON’T MISS OUT!
Cursing under his breath, Rafe sat in his truck reading the cover over and overs again. You sold the house. You’ll be leaving or gone if he hasn’t missed you already. Looking at the publication date, Rafe punched the steering wheel when he saw it was passed out a few days ago.
He had just got out of work, the sky already black with the night when he sped down to your house. He panicked upon seeing the house sitting eerily quiet by itself, not a single light on inside or outside on the porch. Your father’s truck was gone too, surely the house was empty by now.
Trudging up the wooden steps, Rafe sighed as he opened the screen door, the door knob turning loosely as it wasn’t locked. Stepping inside, he shook his head as he looked around with his flashlight, the place empty with no furniture in sight.
Rafe should’ve known you’d leave, after all, why would you stay when he wasn’t an incentive anymore? What he didn’t know, though, was that you were standing in your bedroom, your father’s shotgun pointed towards the door as the heavy footsteps of a man inched closer and closer to your room.
You were woken out of sleep when you heard the sound of the floor creaking upstairs. Obviously thinking it might be an intruder, you shot out of bed and loaded the gun, your hands shaking as you held up the heavy metal.
Spotting the gleam of a flashlight underneath the crack of your door, you winced, a scream leaving your lips once it opened, your finger pulling the trigger before you could even see the face of whoever it was that stepped foot in your bedroom. “Jesus!” Rafe shouted, his eyes wide as he dropped to the floor, just barely missing the round you fired.
“What the fuck!” You cried, squinting your eyes to see Rafe getting up. “What are you doing here?!” You were still pointing the gun at him when he held his hands up defensively. “It’s just me, sweetheart, please, put the gun down—” You shouted over him, “I’m not your ‘sweetheart’! I could blow your head off of your fucking shoulders right now!” Rafe nodded, swallowing thickly as he kept his hands in sight.
“I’m sorry—! Fuck, I’m sorry.” Rafe apologized, stepping away from you so you could lower the gun. Seeing him triggered you in ways you didn’t even know existed. You wanted to kill him, kiss him, hold him, push him away, you couldn’t decide.
“Why are you here?” You rasped out, your voice sounding weak as you dropped the gun with a thunk! “I saw the article in the paper,” Rafe breathed out, “looks’ like it was a success.” Eyes moving past you, Rafe took note of the open suitcase by your window, your boots standing tall next to your case with the rest of your clothes. “Where are you going?” He asked, the question itself making you clench your jaw. “None of your business.” You bit out, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.
“But how? Your dad isn’t even here—” You snapped upon hearing his concern, “I’m gonna hitch a ride, why the fuck do you care?! You didn’t defend me! You didn’t fight for me! You didn’t even leave me with any dignity! I hate you.” Your voice broke, the sound tearing Rafe apart.
It was obvious that he hurt you beyond repair, your eyes void of any feelings you once had for him. “I can’t build a life here, Rafe. I have no friends— they all bailed on me once it came out I was fucking a cop. I have no family, my dad left, my job at the bar is done for, there’s nothing for me here.”
“That’s not true—”
“It’s very true.” You glared at him. “I’m leaving this place first thing in the morning, and I’m not looking back. There’s nothing that you could say or do to change my mind, either. You’ll always choose your job over me, I should’ve realized that before forgiving you last time. Just go already.” You looked up, noticing the bruise that graced his jaw.
“My’ dad do that?” You pointed at his cheek. Rafe rubbed the greenish blue mark and nodded. “Yeah, he stormed into my office and gave me the punch of my life. I see where you get your mean right hook from.” You refrained from laughing, your fists balling up in your lap. “Good. If he didn’t do it, I was going to.” Rafe believed you wholeheartedly, the corner of his lips lifting in amusement.
“It’s getting late, and I have somewhere to be in the morning.” You cleared your throat. “You need to leave.” Rafe swallowed the lump in his throat, his chest growing tighter by the second. “Y/n—” You stopped him, “Don’t say my name.” Rafe stood there, fighting with himself. He knew this was it.
Both of you sat in silence until he left without a word, your shoulders falling in defeat. Despite feeling a hundred times worse than before, you didn’t have it in you to cry anymore. For the rest of the night, you finished packing and only took things that would fit in your suitcase.
Reaching into your father’s safe, you grabbed your mother’s jewelry and the only pictures you had of her. Inspecting the rings and bracelets and necklaces, you slipped on every single piece and admired her photos— one sticking out to you in particular.
There, sitting in the middle of your father’s strawberry patch, your mom carried her protruding belly, her dress flowing with the wind as her hair blew wildly in her face. She was smiling from ear to ear, her eyes beaming with joy as she looked down at her pregnant stomach. She was happy. Flipping the photo over, the words ‘My two beautiful girls!’ were written messily in sharpie. Your father had written that down.
You placed that one in your suitcase and kept looking through the small stack.
Another photo, this time it was you and your father. You were one, and so so so tiny. Your father carried you tightly against his chest, his birthday cake with the numbers ‘22’ sitting in front of you two as your mother stood off to the side, the look of pure adoration etched onto her pretty features. Your parents were so young when they had you, you couldn’t imagine being their age and having a baby now.
It was morning by the time you had decided to just keep all the pictures, your suitcase weighing heavy in your hand as you began your walk down the dirt road towards outer city limits where the main highway was.
You were scared, unsure and clueless about where you’ll go and what you’ll do, but you knew leaving the only place you’ve ever known was necessary.
Placing your suitcase by your feet, you stuck your thumb out and stood at the side of the highway despite there being not too many people driving around this time. Surely there was enough for at least one person willing to take you somewhere. It all but took five minutes before a beat up truck pulled off to the side, a man with long hair and a goatee getting out of the vehicle.
“Where are you headed off to?” He grabbed your suitcase, tossing it in the backseat. “Anywhere, I don’t care. You?” You shaded your face from the sun to get a good look at the man towering over you.
“North Carolina. My uncle died, ‘passed down his pawn shop to me. It’s on an island, you coming with?” Tapping your boot on the pavement, you nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” The man smiled, revealing a singular golden tooth before opening the passenger door for you.
Hoisting yourself up into his truck, you looked across the highway to where the gas station sat, your eyes falling on Rafe as he leaned against his car with his arms crossed over his chest. He waved at you, tipping his cowboy hat before getting back into his patrol car.
Waving back, you averted your attention to the man who slid into the driver’s seat. “You sure you wanna do this? I’m not kidnapping you or anythin’?” You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I promise you’re not kidnapping me.”
“Alright, if you say so.”
The radio played in the background as he drove down the highway, your eyes finding the messy ponytail on the back of his head. “Hey, I didn’t get your name.” You relaxed, resting your head on the seat.
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: dark, dubcon, misogynistic rhetoric, classist rhetoric (in the context of kooks, pogues etc), daddy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, smut (oral + p in v), condescension, babying, dirty talk, swearing, very unbalanced power dynamic, college au, reader is a freshman and rafe is a senior, more warnings to come. 18+ only, mdni.
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Rafe bets his friends he can fuck you in one week.
𝘼/𝙉: This is just a sneak peak of a new Rafe fic I’m working on— I just want to see if anyone would be interested if I was to post it! Do let me know if it’s any good and tag any Rafe blogs you think might enjoy this! (as I suspect I don’t have many Rafe fans following me haha)
“Her.”
Rafe looks over to the Pogue girl Topper’s nodding at and smirks. “Been there, done that. Pick a different one.”
Topper scoffs, “She literally moved here last week.”
“And?”
“OK… What about her?” He brazenly points at a leggy blonde that stands out in her group of Pogues.
“Last weekend at the beach party you threw. She gives good head.”
“Jesus Christ dude, is there anyone left??”
Rafe chuckles, leaning back and stretching his legs out while his friends gape at him in disbelief like a bunch of gormless losers. He often wonders if they know how stupid they look. Like followers. His followers. Hanging on to his every word, oohing and aahing at whatever he did. Making him feel like he was a God among men. Which he may as well be, considering that’s how most people at this college looked at him.
That’s why he loved fucking the Pogue girls. Almost exclusively. There was something about the power imbalance. Most of them came from poor families, looked at Rafe like he was a God. It didn’t take much for them to spread their legs for him, impressed by his power, turned on by his wealth. Hell, even the Kook girls were the same. But Rafe hardly ever took them home. They were spoiled sluts who hung around the country club wasting their lives and spending their daddies’ money. Yeah, they didn’t peak his interest at all. Not as much as the Pogue girls who worked at the country club. In their little housekeeping outfits, deliberately teasing him in the hopes he’d take one of them home.
Yeah. It was safe to say Rafe Cameron had a type.
“Well, what about that one?”
Rafe rolls his eyes, about to say that yes, he had indeed fucked whatever girl Topper was pointing at this time. Because he’d fucked all of them. Because of who he was. Because of what he was capable of. Because of the family he came from. Because of what being a mere notch on Rafe Cameron’s bedpost meant to every single sorry slut he’d ran through.
Except he doesn’t. Because Topper is pointing at you. And he’s never seen you before in his life.
You look so out of place, despite the fact you’re with a group of Pogues. And he knows you’re a Pogue. Like a shark with blood and a predator with its prey, he can always tell. And yet you stand awkwardly on the outskirts of the group, smiling yet not quite participating in whatever conversation is going on. You push your glasses up, straighten your skirt, pretend to look for something in your book bag. You’re shy. Self conscious. Insecure. Rafe smiles.
“Who is she?”
“Aha! You haven’t slept with her!” Topper cheers like he’s won the fucking lottery. Sometimes Rafe wonders why he’s friends with him.
“Who is she?” He repeats like he hasn’t even heard him.
“She’s the new chick,” Kelce says, “except she’s not exactly new in town.”
“I heard she was homeschooled,” Topper snickers, “That’s why she’s fucking weird and has no friends. Even the Pogues don’t want her.”
Rafe observes you some more. Watches the bright smile on your face, how you try to chime in to whatever conversation the girls around you are having. They nod at you politely yet dismissively. They’re not your friends. As Topper said, you don’t have any.
Insecure. Weak. Vulnerable.
He licks his lips.
“How long?”
“Huh?”
He runs a hand through his hair impatiently, “How long do you wanna bet it takes me to get her into bed?”
Topper raises an eyebrow.
“You can’t be serious, man. She looks like she doesn’t even know what sex means.”
Kelce laughs, “She looks like she can’t even say it. Like she spells it out every time, s-e-x.”
They’re right. You look very innocent, but all that does is incense him. Rafe’s used to easy sluts who spread their legs after one drink or a ride on his motorbike. But you. He can tell you’d be harder to crack. But there’s something so fucking hot about how naive you look. How shy and sweet he can tell you are. How ruined he could leave you. Splayed out on his bike, legs quivering, all sweaty limbs and shy pants after he’s done having his way with you—
“How long?” He repeats, not in the mood to waste time and already getting hard picturing innocent little you with your tiny skirt flipped up and his head buried between those soft thighs, your sweet little confused cries because no one’s ever touched you like that, and—
“A week.”
“Mm?”
“A week to fuck her. With proof.”
Rafe stands up and stretches, licking his lips as he watches you retreat to a small bench, getting your little book out and burying your nose in it.
“That’s too easy. What do I get when I do it?”
“If you do it, you can decide what you get then. But as I said before, we’d need proof.” Kelce says.
“Yeah, proof,” Topper echoes, a glint in his eye as he looks over at you, “Pictures.”
Rafe shrugs, already kind of bored, “Sure.” He’d taken plenty of pictures of his conquests in the past. Him and his boys had a group chat where they shared that kind of shit. And the idea of taking pictures of you in such a vulnerable position gets him harder than anything. Sweet little college freshman baby fucked dumb by the big bad senior, posing for pictures afterwards all teary-eyed but submissive. They all got submissive for him, even after he was done using them.
You flip a page, completely engrossed in your book and looking every bit the naive baby he’s imagining you as. A little lamb who has no idea she was in the presence of a fucking lion. And he bets you’re a virgin. Homeschooled with no friends? Forget virgin, you probably haven’t even had your first kiss yet. And that gets him so fucking horny, right there in the middle of the campus courtyard. The idea that you’re so pure, so untouched. So happy, so unassuming. A little fucking baby.
He’d have fun ruining you.
AGAIN, this is just a sneak peak! let me know what you think!! i’m not quite sure if i want to post a rafe fic since my followers/blog are not really rafe centric but i thought i’d give it a try if there’s enough interest!!!
