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[fredshufflepuff]

🍓about me: i’m 18! yep i WAS 17 ;) bday thangs. anyway, smuts are 16+, please respect that! thank you! 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲/𝗵𝗲𝗿/𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶’𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲.

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[fredshufflepuff]

i’m officially somewhat back after completely ghosting this app

i’m a senior in high school so these past couple of months have been hectic, but since summer is coming up, i thought this could give me time to write again. i completely cleaned out my inbox, so if you sent in a request it’s gone </3 but just resubmit it! i won’t post every day like i used to but definitely will write!

characters i’m currently writing for; harry potter men, jj maybank and rafe cameron, and rodrick heffley. those have been the main ones i’ve been focused on, if you submit other characters i’m not familiar with there is a good chance i won’t write for them.

send me angst fics >:) angst to fluff makes me want to slam my head into a wall in a good way.

i love you all and thanks for not forgetting about me, hopefully >:-/

[earlgreydream]

rough.

| draco x reader | angst | smut |

enemies to lovers 🖤

anon requested. theyre enemies but deep down theres a sexual tension and one day theyre on vacation and have to stay in one room together

cw: angst, name-calling (degradation), hate-fucking, very slightly dubcon

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“I can’t stand you! I don’t want to stay in a room with you!” You shouted, shoving him away from you.

“I’m just as angry as you! I don’t know how the hell this happened!” Draco snapped, pushing past you into your shared hotel room.

You had gone on vacation to America with some of your schoolmates, and due to a mix up in the planning, you and Draco had ended up in the same hotel room. To make matters worse, the room only had one bed.

Keep reading

[obxcline]

We Stay The Same |Rafe Cameron|

SUMMARY: rafe and y/n constantly run in circles, but nothing changes

PAIRING: Rafe x female!routledge

WARNING: none (maybe some swearing?), just some sad fluff

A/N: an oldie from my drafts. Enjoy😌

Being born into the Routledge family had graced Y/N with a huge amount of responsibility. When she and John B were little she had been in charge of doing the chores because her little brother hadn't been able to do it himself. She packed his lunches for school and made sure he got on the Elementary school bus in the morning.

As the pair got older, not much had changed. She was still constantly looking after her brother, but this time it wasn't making sure he went to school, it was making sure he came back home in one piece. With Big John presumed dead, or missing as John B was convinced, she had been granted guardian of her brother. Keeping him out of the foster system, but effectively keeping her away from pursuing her dreams- going to college.

Y/N never mentioned how disappointed she was in not being able to escape this life of the Cut, only falling deeper into it by having to work on Figure 8. JB would beat himself up if he knew how heart broken she really was but she would do anything to keep the last few members of her family together.

The USC college flag hanging on her bedroom wall, the only pro of having their father missing, was having the extra room. The two finally being able to have their own private space, but lord knows what her little brother did in there. Or his friends for that matter.

Y/N got dressed in her house cleaning uniform. The Kildare Country Club had yet to update their dress code policy from the 70s, and the girl cleaning staff still wore the khaki skirt with a white button up top. Throwing on her Vans she made her way out the door, already late. Twinkie hauling ass to get her to the opposite side of the island on time.

"Hey, beautiful." JJ greeted the girl as she clocked in. His uniform polo making him look more put together than she knew he was. On his way to the Cameron's this morning John B had mentioned the wild night he had with the tourist he spent the night with on the beach. Y/N only hoped the girl had been smart enough to not get sand in her underwear.

"J, let me remind you. I'm too old for you." Running a hand through his messy hair, he leaned over to get closer to the girl.

"Not in dog years."

JJ kissed her check before rushing out of the office, knowing that a hard punch to his shoulder would've followed his action. At this point, his harmless flirting with Y/N was just something to distract him from the shitty job he had to work.

She had been minding her own business, loading her cleaning products back onto her cart. Grossed out by the shower she just had to clean in Room 4, when someone had shoved her harshly. Y/N had not expected this and tripped over her own feet-tumbling to the ground.

"Fuck-Thornton, what the hell?" Y/N yelled at him. Still in shock by the suddenness of her fall. Smoothing down her skirt to make sure she wasn't flashing the trio of Kooks that had surrounded her. She suddenly felt like she was the prey. Kelce had taken the full trash bags from the cart and ripped them open on the carpet in front of her, giving her more work to do after they would leave.

Topper bent down next to where the short girl sat on the ground, not daring to move. Physically, she wouldn't be able to win in a fight against him. He got closer and pointed a finger in her face

"Tell your piece of shit brother to stay away from my girl."

"I-um, what are y-"

Topper grabbed her shoulder in a painful grip. Grabbing her chin, forcing her to look in his eye. Rafe had broken his silence by moving forward to pull Topper back, his friend only shaking his hand off.

"Top-"

"Tell him, to stay away."

The venom in his words came across, and Y/N wondered what her stupid brother had done to get her in this position.

"Get the fuck off me."

She pushed his hand off of her, and before she was even able to voice her anger, Topper was storming off in his usual privileged walk. Kelce followed suit, and Rafe hesitated for a second. Offering her his hand.

Reluctantly, she took it and he helped her off her spot on the ground.

"I'm, uh, sorry-about your dad."

He offered her the most uncomfortable condolences she had heard. The two hadn't spoken since the summer before he had done his first semester in college, the summer before he left.

Y/N had constantly tried to push the memories of Rafe to the back of her mind, but it had never worked. Occasionally, she would even dream about him and his kind eyes. Ones that he would only allowed Y/N to see. They had spent the summer wrapped in each other's arm and nights in each other's bed to end up like strangers.

"Thanks, next time, control your dog."

"Y/N, can we talk?"

"I'm working, Rafe. And your little fucking friends just added another hour."

She said pointing to the trash on the floor, he wanted to reach out and give her a hug when he saw how frustrated she was, but he knew that it would be pushing the line. After all, he was the one who had ignored her last text. Leading to Y/N not reaching out to him again.

"Please."

Y/N didn't want to look into his blue eyes, but couldn't resist at the sad tone of his voice.

"Fine-my place. I'll leave my window open."

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Rafe had parked his truck further down the road, to not draw suspicion to his arrival. But he realized his efforts were useless when he saw the ugly van was gone from their driveway, meaning John B was out, probably out with his sister. Rafe pushed back the thoughts of Sarah and JB together. Considering it was the same thing he was doing with Y/N.

Not wanting to push his luck, Rafe walked over to the open window on the side of the Chateau, noticing that the room was empty, he lifted himself through the window.

He was sure that if anyone walked by and saw the scene the cops would be called on him, and he was grateful that the shack didn't have any close by neighbors.

When his feet where firmly planted on the ground ,his eyes trailed around the room. The last time he had stepped foot into her house, this had been Big John's room. Y/N and Jon B's room just one window down.

There were Christmas light strung around the top of the wall, noticing a few burnt out bulbs. Her full sized bed was covered in an orange blanket, and a dim lamp sat on her bedside table. The air smelled strongly of vanilla, and he assumed it was because of the few candles placed around her room. Photos were stuck to the wall with thumb tacks, and he noticed a dried up flowers stuck on the wall next to a picture of Y/N and JJ holding surfboards.

Jealousy flooded through his heart of the picture of her with the blond. The two were close, and he had seen them spending time together at work. But what really got his attention was the torn up piece of paper that was hung on the wall and written in messy hand writing it read, thinking of you, always.

He knew the hand writing, of course, it was his own. It was one of the first letters the two had exchanged when hooking up in secret. The pair had passed letters to each other through their mailboxes, but he never knew she had kept them.

"Oh my god. You- you scared the shit out of me."

Y/N said entering the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. Her hair wet from the shower she had just taken after getting home from work, she couldn't deal with the rotten food smell that lingered on her.

"You invited me, and left the window open?"

"I know, I just-"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a huge dick and I'm sorry for not coming to see you when your dad went missing. I'm sorry that I ignored your text. I'm just-sorry."

Her hand gripped the towel tightly to her body, not risking it falling to the floor. She didn't know how to react to his apology, but she had been waiting for it ever since she had heard he had dropped out of college and was back on the island.

When she had found out he was back on the Island and managed to not say anything to her, or even shoot her a quick text, her heart had broken just a little bit more. But it was the start of summer, and Y/N was feeling a little more forgiving than usual.

"Ok."

"Ok? Just-ok?"

Y/N nodded her head, too exhausted to fight her want to spend time with the boy. After all, he had been the person she was closet to at one point in her life.

"Just close your eyes, Cameron."

He used his hands to cover his eyes, resisting the urge to peep a harmless look at the girl getting changed.

"Open 'em."

Y/N had changed into a large OBX tie dye tshirt that had seen better years. It was ripped slightly at the collar, and the bright orange and pink had faded a good amount. The shirt fell just below her butt and covered the pair of Old Navy men's boxers that she wore as pj shorts.

"Cut the shit."

Rafe said when he noticed the girl feeling awkward around him, but after all, he had been the one to put distance between the two of them. He stepped closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in for a tight hug.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered into the mess that was her curly wet hair, but he didn't care that her hair was getting his shirt wet. Y/N relaxed into his hold and wrapped her arms around his waist. Placing her hands underneath the bottom hem of his shirt, her hands resting on his bare skin of the small of his back.

It was something the girl had done to help herself relax, and the warmth that came from Rafe's body always helped. Pulling back from the hug she wrapped her fingers into the boy's hair and pulled him down for a kiss.

Rafe was surprised at the sudden contact, but relaxed into the kiss. Pulling away Y/N looked into Rafe's eyes.

"Will you stay until I fall asleep tonight?"

Y/N asked, not afraid of rejection after the kiss they had shared. It had confirmed for her that whatever feelings the two had once shared, were still there. Everything was different, but things still felt that same.

"You don't even have to ask."

Rafe took off his shoes before making his way to settle into Y/N's bed. The moment that Y/N had gone to settle down into her bed, settling into Rafe's side, gripping onto the side of his hoodie.

He took the moment to look at her, really see what he had been missing. Rafe has always appreciated her body, but her legs were something else. He liked the way her stretchmark's stood out on her tan skin and the massive scar on the side of her right thigh from where she had cut her leg on the fishing boat with a scaling knife. But he always appreciated the bruises that covered her knees after spending the night with him from the day before.

"What is that?"

He grabbed her leg at the ankle and pulled it up to his wait, being able to look at her foot without making her too uncomfortable. Plus, it was a nice excuse to have her leg resting on him.

The black ink had been a new addition to her skin, and Rafe suddenly felt like he had missed out on so much with Y/N.

"It's a tattoo, Rafe. People do get them, ya know."

"You just didn't have it-last time I saw you." Running his finger to trace the lines of the wave that had a small crescent moon inked before it. It was a tattoo fitting of the Routledge girl. He let her leg relax against him and rested him hand on the back of her thigh, running his thumb gently along her skin.

"Thinks change, people change."

"But not us, we stay the same."

“Maybe we should think about changing.”

The girl looked up at him under her long eyelashes. How many times had to two of them talked about changing? About how the way they were wouldn’t give them the type of relationship they wanted?

It always seemed like loose excuses from both ends. Rafe was always busy helping his father or worried that going off to college would change them. And Y/N just always had too much on her plate with JB or her job.

“Maybe we should.”

Rafe kissed her once more on the lips, knowing that the tender words would change nothing between them. Maybe they would run around together behind their families backs, but the two would never be able to hold the relationship they each deserved. But what was wrong with having a little hope?

[arcaneslut]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭'𝐬

I didn’t think that it would happen so soon but it actually did. I haven’t even been here for a year but still. I’m leaving. I guess many of y’all have already noticed but still I just wanted to give everyone a proper goodbye before finally leaving. tumblr really has been one of the best places ever, I grew so much on here and developed myself in a lot of different aspects and i’m so thankful for that. I also met so many lovely and also bitchy people on here but still i’m so happy about it and because of that i’m not deactivating but only leaving so my blog is staying for those who wanted to come back and visit it or sum. Tumblr hasn’t been the same since a few months and it’s been bothering me really. all of my close friends are gone and I think it’s my time to go too. Besides that I started to despite writing, it made me sad and it simply felt like a chore which made me very unhappy. I’m thankful for all the notes, the followers, the nice messages and private messages that I got everyday and i’m so sad it’s ending but still.

I might come back once in a while just to say hi but I’m not sure <3

I might come back in like 5 years or sum bestie baes. just kidding I probably will forget my password till then. anyways if anyones still interested in keeping in touch with me, contact me and I give you any of my social contact.

anyways I just talked too much but a small bye bye to the nicest people won’t hurt. so yeah

bye babes ily :

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[fredshufflepuff]

shut the fuck up you little bitch

[peachysdmn]

coping mechanism

inspired by the song “issues” by daniel di angelo :)

summary: anytime you or rafe has a minor inconvenience in your lives, the only rational thing you both can do is to fuck it out. that was his and your coping mechanism. numb the pain with each other. your relationship only fuck buddies even though you both want more.

warnings: angst, swearing, slightly mean rafe, mentions of drugs and other substances, slight fluff, mentions of semi sexual stuff, sad rafe

pairings: pogue reader x rafe

words: 1.4k

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rafe imagined your feelings towards him ended and began with lust.

although it was just hooking up, he couldn’t help but let you consume his thoughts.

you were his muse and the time spent together made his bad thoughts dim down. when he wasn’t around you, he found himself needing a release in other ways.

the usual amount of drugs he did was doubled.

the alcohol he drank got stronger each day.

and the fights only grew more violent and even more unnecessary. he would find any reason to beat up some poor guy who probably didn’t deserve in the first place, all because of you.

thats what he blamed it on.

you.

he wanted to hate you with all his might but it was too hard. you were so easy to like.

another day and another party rolls around on figure 8.

like always rafe finds himself drowning his sorrows and emotions with drugs.

most times when he’s high out of his mind, he’s loud, obnoxious even, but this time round he was silent.

sitting in the corner of the room he was fixated on a girl dancing a few feet away from him.

call it the drugs taking its effect or his wild imagination but he couldn’t help picture her as you. before he could stop himself, rafe reached for his phone dialing your number silently hoping you’d be up at this time and pick up.

much to his luck you told him to come over since your parents were out of town, leaving you with the house all to yourself.

truthfully you’d been thinking about him too. not exactly in the same way as he was but never the less you needed him and he called just at the perfect time.

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on the way to your house, rafe replayed your most recent rendezvous over in his head.

you riding him in the backseat of his car right outside the golf course.

apparently, your skirt was “too short for golf” but perfect to be pushed up and have him fuck you then and there.

you weren’t complaining though. just like most girls who just wanted rafe to fuck them you needed an excuse to see him and golf was what seemed to work.

thats all you assumed you were to him. another notch in his belt. something to pass his time when he gets bored of the other 50 girls he had on backorder.

pulling up to yours, rafe could see your bedroom light on and wasted no time rushing to the front door not even bothering to knock before bursting in - he figured you weren’t expecting anyone else.

you had heard the engine of his car and knew he was coming up to your room from the footsteps getting louder and louder by the second.

when he pushed your door open, you were waiting for him on the bed, legs crossed while you leaned back on your two arms.

rafe stood at your door for a moment, letting his breathing get more jagged as he drank in the sight of you waiting for him. his eyes ran over your body and lingered on your face for a little longer than he intended before you spoke.

“what are you waiting for?” you questioned, confidence laced in your voice.

“I’m all yours cameron” that’s what it took for rafe to grab your hips and pull your body against his, finally placing his lips on yours in a heated kiss.

you felt bad that you were basically sleeping with the enemy.

but you didn’t that bad. at least not bad enough to stop.

rafe had hurt your friends, more times than you could count.

from pope to jj and even kiarra. they all warned you to stay away from him.

you knew they were speaking from experience but you wanted to see what the fuss was about.

I mean how can you really learn unless you don’t experience it for yourself.

despite the common knowledge that rafe was not a good guy, you still continued the secret hook-ups behind everyone’s back.

his personality was shit but what he lacked in that department, he definitely made up for in looks - and in bed.

rafe wasn’t so good with words but he could talk his way out of any situation with you. so no matter how many times he beat up your friends or how many drugs he took, you were always there when he needed a release and vice-versa.

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you watched as rafe slipped into his shorts again once you guys were done.

you pondered on whether you should say it but you found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

“you can stay the night if you want” you mummer

rafe always tried to leave as soon as you guys were done having sex. he never wanted to seem too clingy or worse - have you realise his attachment to you.

usually, you wouldn’t care.

I mean that’s all he was there for anyways but this time you found yourself wanting him to stay.

you knew he was either high or drunk and you convinced yourself that’s all it was.

you just didn’t want him to drive home and potentially crash his car. he stars at you trying to decipher what you just said, wondering if he heard you right.

you could see the cogs turning in his head and he scratched his jaw standing before you, still shirtless and in his shorts.

“why would i…” he paused.

rafe seemed puzzled as if he was trying to decipher your statement as if it were in morse code.

“why would I do that?”

“well…” you started trailing off wondering if he assumed you had caught feelings. fuck.

“i just don’t think you should drive while your drunk” the words sounded rushed as you dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands.

“now you care?” he scoffed “didn’t seem concerned when I drove here to fuck you”

this shut you up real quick. what could you possibly say to that?

although rafe was trying to make a joke, the words came out harsh and cold.

he was right. you didn’t think about the fact he had driven to yours drunk. you were too with thoughts of what would happen once he got here.

and now that he’s here you’ve fucked up your chances of forming any sort of relationship outside of the fuck buddy system you both have going on.

sure this is easier for both of you - you’d be able to hook up without having to tell your friends or his, plus you get good sex.

although there were many pros in a situation like this you couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt in your chest as you watched rafe slip into his shirt and walk out your bedroom door.

this is exactly what rafe wanted. finally getting a little closer to you - something beyond just fucking but he knew you were too good for him and didn’t want to corrupt you into his ways.

he decided to go home and continue binge drinking like before he went over to yours.

after a while, the drugs and alcohol stopped working. rafe could no longer block you out of his mind. with each shot he takes, he hopes to forget you even more but it works to no avail.

it’d be so much easier if you were on the same page as him but rafe would never tell you how he feels.

he couldn’t bear the thought of rejection.

and you couldn’t stand the fact you would lose rafe if you spilled your feelings. so once again, like clockwork rafe shows up at your place the next night.

his main problem right now was you and the only way he could solve that problem was by being with you in whatever way possible.

he intended to leave his mark on you, make sure you didn’t forget him and he fucked with the intention of having himself imprinted on your mind like you were on his.

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yikes might make this a series idk?

[fredshufflepuff]

YOOO SERIES🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[liasinthemoon]

Average???????????!!!!!

If drew is average then I'm shrek

Drew is insanely attractive

Like who wouldn't want to stare into those baby blues for the rest of their life. I certainly would

That anon sounds bitter. Drew probably rejected her 🤭

Ok, harsh 💀

I meeeeeaaaaaan he's the hottest most handsome average boy 😍

Has me wrapped around his finger

[fredshufflepuff]

this man is so mf fine

[fivelakesinwriting]

drew is a ass man…. so i wanted to request something along the lines of that other imagine but in this one he’s all about the booty 👀

Author's Notes: I have a second request for this story line, so this is just the first one! Hang tight friends. If this was your request - I hope you love it! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos. Otherwise...fluffy.

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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Drew lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone as his girlfriend scurried around the apartment getting ready for a girl's night out. He felt sour that he was spending the night alone without her. He liked his alone time, but he didn't feel like being by himself that night.

"Baby, have you seen my little black purse? The one with the little silver chain on it?" She inquired as she walked out into the living room in a tight black dress and strappy black heels.

"No. Have you checked the top shelf in the closet?" Drew muttered as he sent a quick text off to Chase to see if he wanted to hang out tonight while the girls were off getting wine drunk.

"You know I can't reach up that high, baby. Could you check for me?" She smiled softly as she pulled all the necessary items from her larger purse, placed them on the counter to move to her smaller purse and waited for his reply.

"Yeah." Drew sighed as he pulled himself off the couch and shuffled towards down the hall back towards their bedroom.

He slid open the door to their closet and reached up to the shelf, easily pulling down the little black clutch she had been looking for. He held it in his hand and walked back to the kitchen where his girl was standing in front of the mirror by the front door, fixing her lipstick.

"Oh." Drew grumbled as his eyes scanned over her body from behind, her dress tight around her accentuating her backside. He placed her bag on the counter beside her larger one then walked up behind her, his hands squeezing at her backside.

"Baby." She smiled as she capped her lipstick, watching him in the mirror as he watched him knead her backside, his eyes on his hands.

"This is a nice dress." Drew stated as one hand reached for the hem of her dress to pull the hem of her dress up just a little to see the underside of her backside, while the other hand ran his thumb down her exposed spine.

"Thank you, baby." She laughed as she let him touch her body, rolling the tube of lipstick in her hand.

"I've never seen it before. Where have you been hiding it?" Drew asked as he reached both hands under her dress to grab at her backside, a groan rattling in his chest as he felt her bare underneath.

"I just bought it the other week. I thought I would wear it out tonight." She grinned as she let him squeeze her backside, then reach up under her dress to feel for her lingerie.

"I don't get to take you out in this dress?" Drew grumbled as he bent down to kiss the back of her neck, pushing her soft, shiny hair over her left shoulder.

"You can take me out in this dress, but I'm going out with Mads first." She laughed as he kissed the back of her neck, the scruff on his face leaving little scratches on her soft skin.

"Your ass looks so good in this dress, though. I don't think I can let you leave." Drew breathed out against the back of her neck, tugging the hem of her dress up around her waist.

"You have to! I have to meet the girls at the restaurant in 30 minutes." She replied as she turned around in his arms, and pressed her hands to his chest.

Drew pursed his lips, his brow furrowed as he continued to grope at her backside under her dress. He backed her up so she pressed against the small table in front of the mirror in the hallway before he leaned down to kiss along the top of her breasts.

"Baby." She laughed as she ran her hands over his soft, buzzed hair as her other hand tugged at his shirt.

"Stay home with me. We can take a bath, I'll make you dinner and then we can go to bed, or cuddle on the couch." Drew mumbled as he paid some extra attention to her breasts, placing little pecks to the tops of them before he ran his tongue over her soft skin. His hands grabbed at her backside to keep her close, no doubt leaving his fingerprints on her skin.

"You're just trying to get me naked, Starkey. It won't work." She smiled although she let him grab at her backside and knead her flesh like he never would again.

"Always works." Drew muttered with a soft kiss to the base of her throat as he trailed his thumbs over the smooth skin of her backside, smiling against her throat as she grabbed at the hood of his sweater.

"Baby, you have to let me leave." She laughed as she tipped her head back to evade his lips as he made the move to suck on her skin, his fingertips tugging at the material of her lingerie under her dress.

"I don't want to. I want to take this dress off, and find out what's under here then take your ass back to bed." Drew grumbled as he brushed the tip of his nose over her collarbone where she has sprayed her perfume. She smelled so good, and her skin was so soft. He really didn't want her to go, it wasn't just about the dress.

"Tell you what. I won't go to any bars or clubs afterwards, I'll send you dirty texts all through dinner and when I come home I'll let you take the dress off." She smiled as she stood on her toes, her fingers curled into the hood of his sweater to bring him closer to her height.

"All of that sounds good, but I want to watch you take the dress off. Then I'll do the rest." Drew nodded with a quick kiss below her ear before he pulled his hands out from under her dress, and placed them on her backside.

"Deal. Now, let me leave. I'm very hungry." She laughed as he squeezed her backside again, swaying them gently back and forth. With a press of her hands to his broad chest, she was released from his grip enough to pull herself off of the table and stand on her feet again.

"Have fun. I'm going to go change and see if Chase wants to hang out for a bit. I also can't watch your ass in that dress and those heels as you leave. So, I'm getting out this room." Drew mumbled with a kiss of her forehead before he gave her backside a firm smack and made his way out of the front room and towards their bedroom.

"I love you, Drew!" She called after him with a smirk as she reached for her small purse, tossing her lipstick, phone and wallet inside.

"Love you most. Text me!"

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[fredshufflepuff]

is this too much to ask for

[fredshufflepuff]

I'm back with this .This is us 😳🥺🤪

The paparazzi just won't leave us alone 😔✋

how do we not talk for months only for you to send this. literally shitted breaks

[dracossweetprincess]

hospital wing | d.m

dracoxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: draco gets horny while spending the night at the hospital wing so you decide to help him

warnings: SMUT! established relationship (dating). reader is on top. riding. praise kink. needy draco. unprotected sex (don’t do that). spanking.

draco’s been in the hospital wing for about a week, and although he assures madam pomfrey that he is fine, she won’t let him leave yet. luckily his girlfriend comes to visit him everyday so they can have some sort of affection, but he needs a bit more to satisfy his needs.

“okay dray, i’m leaving see you tomorrow.” draco sat up, “wait babe! could you help me with something?” he called, pulling the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. “and what would that be?” draco pointed towards his crotch, your eyes widening at the very visible huge bulge he had.

“draco!” you smacked his arm. “what?! i can’t help it that my girlfriend is hot and that i haven’t been able to pound into her pretty pussy in a week.” his dirty talk made your stomach flutter. “fine, but we have to be quick.” draco’s eyes lit up as he pulled you onto his lap.

“really darling? you’re the best.” he buried his face on your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. “shh, i don’t want to hear anything else come out of your mouth unless it’s a moan.” he nodded his head and lied back down, hands behind his head as he let you take control. you fumbled with his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, just enough for you to be able to pull his cock out of his boxers.

draco moaned at the feeling of your hand around his prick, shutting his eyes as you pumped it up and down and swiped the precum on his tip with your thumb. you started taking off your skirt when you felt two hands on your waist, stopping you. “don’t baby, wanna fuck you in it.” you smirked, pulling just your panties down.

you held his cock again, lining it up at your entrance. you swiped his tip through your folds, stimulating it. “fuck, baby just put it in.” he whined, and you obliged, slowly sliding down his length and situating your hands on his chest for support.

draco slapped your ass cheek, indicating for you to start moving. you start moving up and down frantically, having missed the feeling of him deep inside you too. “fuck, fuck, fuck! doll i’ve missed this so much. so fucking tight, squeezing me so good.” only the sound of your moans and skin slapping could be heard in the hospital wing, and slowly your legs start to give up.

draco takes over, setting a fast pace. you loved it when draco fucked you slowly, made sure you were completely comfortable and kissed every inch of your body, but it was obvious you preferred it when he really fucked you hard and fast, gripping your waist so hard, leaving purple marks all over it.

draco groaned with lust at the sight of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, ragged moans erupting from your throat and your hard nipples through your shirt. it was better than any view he’d ever seen before. and to know it was him making you feel like that made inflated his ego.

“d-dray m’about to cum.” he slid his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb and pulling you down to lay on his chest. “draco, fuck!” you moaned loudly into his neck, luckily the screams being muffled. draco felt your walls clench like a vice around him, your pussy coating his cock and it was enough for him to shout your name and start spilling himself inside you.

“fuckkk, my good little slut. you take me so good, darling.” his pants died down, and he chuckled at your now sleeping figure, laying snuggly on his chest. he decided to let you rest for a while before waking you up to get cleaned up. “i love you.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head.

a/n: this is shitt, but it took me so long so there you have it. if you enjoyed it pls like n reblog, it helps so much! ty and ily <33 🤍🫂

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[fredshufflepuff]

— pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins

carving pumpkins with your boyfriend rafe. 10/05/21

[fredshufflepuff]

pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins

— summary: carving pumpkins with your boyfriend rafe

— warnings: language, overall fluff

— word count: 527

day five october prompt

you waited for rafe to arrive as you set up the yellowish looking pumpkins, a set of carving tools laying next to them along with napkins and towels.

in the background you had hocus pocus playing on a low volume, bowls of popcorn and sweet treats placed on the other side of the counter along with candles.

suddenly the doorbell rang signaling rafe was here, a smile taking over your face as you plopped a gummy eyeball into your mouth before making your way to the front door.

you opened it quickly to see your boyfriend in the matching pj set you had bought him, little ghosts and bats decorating the fabric.

“you said you weren’t going to wear them!” you gasped, rafe sending you a toothy grin as he brought you into a hug.

“it’s the least i can do,” he shrugged before ushering you guys inside, using the excuse that you’d ‘get a cold’ if the door was open any longer.

“babe i thought we were just carving pumpkins,” rafe said while gawking at your set up, his eyes lit up with excitement as he studied the bowls of candy and fall scented candles.

“are you complaining?” you asked, eyebrows raised and lips pouted.

“n-no, i just-”

“shut up and grab a knife.”

the next hour and a half consisted of outlining your pumpkins, forcing rafe to take the guts out, then carving your design in.

you decided to go with a cat design while rafe went with the stereotypical triangle carving.

“hey don’t bump me!” you scolded, brow’s narrowing towards the boy as he rolled his eyes.

“last time i checked—you bumped me.”

you scoffed at his accusation before pointing your carving knife at him, “watch it, rafe.”

“or what?” he mused, a smirk on his face as he leaned closer to you.

you placed your knife on the marble counter top before taking a step forward, “or else.”

your hand slipped into the bowl of emptied pumpkin guts before your fingers grabbed a handful of the seeds, quickly coming up and slapping his face.

“you little bitch,” he gasped as you quickly made a b line for the door to the bathroom, giggles falling from your lips as you heard footsteps approach from behind.

you suddenly felt a pair of large hands grip your hips before yanking you back, a scream emitting from your throat as he swung you over his shoulder.

“you’re going to pay for that,” he said as you kicked your arms and legs out, not helping but laugh as he then tossed you on the couch.

“you think this is funny?” he asked, his body coming down on yours but not fully in order to not crush you.

he tried to keep a serious face but failed as a smile etched onto his lips, your laugh not helping him keep his tough guy act.

he was only inches away from your face before you decided to close the gap, leaning up to meet his warmth as he melted into you.

“i think it was very funny,” you mumbled against him, his eyes rolling in annoyance before fluttering shut again.

“s’of course you did, pumpkin.”

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[diaphragmjellyfish]

Roast Me, Baby

Not my gif

Note: This is my first fic ever, so any feedback would be appreciated! 

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, insults, sweet Rafe

Summary: Reader is a pogue and she and Rafe make fun of each other constantly. Like witty banter and roasting, and they act like they hate each other. Keyword- act. One night, the reader has had a terrible day and is having major anxiety, when Rafe finds her and unknowingly makes it worse. She goes into full-blown panic and he gets all soft and sweet and fluffy. 

Life as a Pogue was anything you could ever want. It was a simple life, full of adventure and fun. And your personal favorite activity, pissing of Kooks. Specifically, Rafe Cameron. You guys had a strange relationship full of constant roasting and acting like you want to kill each other. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to the witty banter. It was a good way to let off steam, and he seemed to be the only person you’d ever met that could keep up and not take anything personally. And you’d bet money he felt the same way about you. 

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[lillysfiles]

full kook - jj maybank

req- reader x jj (can you tell i’m a jj stan?) where the reader is full on kook but unlike sarah jj hates her and doesn’t want her to be a part of pouge life where she fits in and he’s constantly bullying her to where even sarah has to say something but it’s to late because now she’s full kook again until midsummer where she helps him out with topper and they become bf and gf

a/n- i love this rq… sm. also out of order, sarah befriends the pogues before the midsummer party. also y/n is kinda a bitch in this at the beginning srry

w/c- 4.704 (oops…)

tw- swears, rafe and topper being dicks.. thats it i think idrk

sarah cameron and y/n y/l/n were kook princesses. they took orders from nobody, and were definitely the two most popular girls on the island. they had been best friends since birth, and nothing could separate them.

well, except for a group of pogues. y/n never understood sarah’s infatuation with them, though to an extent, she did. they could do whatever they want without fear of disappointing their parents. thats all y/n cared about. her parents. not money, of course sarah but other than that.. she didn’t need anybody. 

“sarah, you’re crazy.” y/n huffed, legs crossed. one eyebrow was raised, but other than that y/n looked immensely bored. sarah had gone mia yesterday, and it turned out she was hanging out with a group of poges. “topper will kill you,” the girl sang, a smug look on her face. 

“i don’t care what he thinks! with him i’m.. free.” sarah said dreamily, falling beside y/n on the bed.

“with him you’re a crackie,” y/n snorted, standing up. “i’m just saying, they do nothing all day. how is that entertaining?” her arms folded over her chest, sarah sitting up as she said that.

“they go on boat rides. they drink. i know you like that,” sarah winked, catching y/ns attention. “you’d fit right in. you love all the stuff they do, drinking, drugs, surfing..” she rambled. 

“even if i were to meet them, which i will not, they wouldn’t like me. my reputation is worse than yours,” y/n chuckled, sitting on the hardwood floor to slide on a pair of sandals. “anyway, theres no chance kiara would want me there.”

it was true, kiara and y/n ended on the same note kiara and sarah did. 

“kie and i made up,” sarah mumbled.

“oh she’s kie now? thats convenient.” y/n rolled her eyes, standing and grabbing her bag. “you know, as much as i hate being a kook.. i wouldn’t just switch up like that.” she was mad, venom in her words. who knew if sarah would leave her for the pogues? whos to say she doesn’t?

“just. one day? i’ll bring you tomorrow and i’ll show you what it’s like.” sarah begged, grabbing y/ns hand and she closed the pocket in the bag. y/n rolled her eyes.

“fine. i’ll be here at 10.” y/n pulled her arm away quickly, leaving the room and going downstairs to start her short walk home.

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[lilystyles]

dirty little secret // rafe cameron

gif creds to original owner !!

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET by @remuslupinluvr

maybank!fem!reader x rafe cameron

warnings: mentions of the reader being abused, toxic rafe

word count: around 2k words [unedited sorry]

i blame season two for my obsession with him. lemme know if you want more rafe content lol

Y/n Maybank was one minute younger than her brother JJ but for some reason he treated her like she was years younger than him. She hated that sometimes, she was seventeen for crying out loud she should be allowed to do what she wanted!

He was always telling her to not come to parties or smoke when the others did, he was such a hypocrite. And anyway she deserved to have a break every once in a while, she was constantly studying and trying to keep her grades high so she could actually have a future. God knows she had been dealt a shit hand in life coming from the family that she did.

She sometimes wondered how JJ would react to the fact that she was secretly screwing the king of the kooks. She wondered if he’d ever realised that all those trips to the library were actually spent sneaking into Rafe Cameron’s bedroom. Though, JJ was pretty oblivious most of the time so she knew that he probably never would. He saw Y/n as someone very innocent, but Rafe knew she was anything but.

Today she was working at the country club. She was a waitress there and had been working there all year after school. This summer she was saving up to buy herself a motorbike so she wouldn’t have to constantly bum rides of other pogues. And anyway, she could always use a bit of extra cash, not to mention this looked great on college applications. Plus having a job kept her away from the house and her dad which she was grateful for.

Of course she expected to see Rafe today. He hung around like a fly at the country club. Always getting drunk with his buddies and playing golf. She knew they’d have to pretend they were sworn enemies, business as usual. Because before he became her dirty little secret the two of them were constantly at each other's throats. It was a constant battle between him and her, the kook king and pogue princess.

She sauntered over to the table and Rafe raked his eyes over her little uniform. He thought she looked absolutely adorable in it. A black mini skirt that showed off her legs with an apron over the front, white polo tucked neatly into the skirt and a black headband to push the hair from her face. The polo showed a slight amount of her tummy, the top of a tattoo on her hip visible. Rafe knew it was that ridiculous P4L tattoo with a heart around it, he’d seen a million times. Touched it, kissed it. That tattoo was permanently engraved in his brain, the girl it belonged to never left his mind either.

She plastered on a fake smile not even looking at Rafe, she turned to the other boys clicking her pen. This annoyed him, he kept trying to meet her eye but she refused.

“What can I get y’all?” She said in a fake friendly voice. Her southern accent slightly coming out, Rafe loved that about her.

Topper glanced up from the menu. “Can I just get a steak sandwich and a coke?”

Y/n nodded scribbling that down. The other boys followed listing their meals which she wrote down, when she turned to Rafe she dropped the smile.

“You?” She asked impatiently, tapping her pen against the pad.

Rafe couldn’t tell if this was just her playing the part or if she was actually still mad at him. It was hard to tell most of the time.

“What's the special for today?”

Y/n looked boredly at him. “Fresh prawns, caught by the Heywards this morning.”

“I’ll get that then.” He said not taking his eyes off her as he took a sip from his beer.

She wrote it down, again moving her gaze across to the others. “Alright, it shouldn't be too long. Holler if y’all need anything else.”

After a few more hours her shift was done but she stayed late to pack up for a little extra. No one was left except a few stragglers. Some were guests of the hotel across the road.

She wandered down the strips of tables, wiping them down. Her day had been pretty shitty. Last night since she and Rafe had a fight she had to go home and ended having a run in with her dad. She had managed to hide the bruise under some concealer on her face but now that the shift was over unbeknownst to her had become somewhat visible. All the sweat from the hot weather had melted it off. Honestly, she forgot she had it. And now she was slaving away to old rich people. Sucks balls.

She hadn’t realised Rafe was still here, he was sitting in one of the booths sipping a whiskey. She walked over wiping the table grabbing the empty glass, he watched her. “We are closed now Sir, best be off.” She said coldly.

He grabbed her wrist before she could leave. She felt the cold touch of his ring on her wrist. His grip was gentle on her. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

Y/n glared at him, snatching her wrist away. “Jesus, all that coke must be really giving you bad brain damage, Rafe.”

He frowned when he noticed the purple bruising under her left eye, he stood up and moved a hand to her cheek, his thumb gently running over the bruise. “Y/n,” he said knowingly, “did you go home last night?”

Y/n flinched her head away. “Well where the hell else am I supposed to go, Rafe? I can’t constantly stay at John B’s and Kie’s. And you kicked me out so…”

He felt a surge of guilt pulse through him. Although they weren’t dating, they hadn’t discussed what they were, Rafe knew he loved her. He hadn’t admitted it or said it out loud but he hoped Y/n could tell. He wasn’t brave enough to say it just yet.

I mean heck, he was still shocked that she let him be anywhere near here.

“Please just let me drive you somewhere.” He begged.

Y/n looked at him hesitantly. “But I’m mad at you.”

“I know you are. That’s why I need you to come with me.”

Y/n sighed. It’s not exactly like she could go home. “Fine. Meet me out front in five, I gotta finish closing.”

He nodded walking outside.

Once Y/n was done packing everything up she grabbed her tips from the tip jar putting them in her wallet.

She grabbed her bag from the back and signed out at the check in. She heard the low rumbling of his bike out the front and she locked the front doors. The last of the stragglers at left.

He sat calmly on the bike extending the only helmet he had out to her. She grabbed it, clipping it on. He noticed a chill in the air, Y/n was without a jacket as she hadn’t expected to stay this late. He began to pull off the blazer from his broad shoulders extending it to her.

She wordlessly slid it on, the large piece of clothing swallowing her figure. She hopped on the back, her arms wrapping around his waist. This definitely wasn’t the first time she had sat on this thing. But she could remember the first time like it was yesterday.

He began revving it and was soon zooming down the dark roads. She pressed her cheek into his back, drained from her day. No matter how mad she was Rafe always seemed to get her to come back to him.

When they pulled up outside somewhere in the cut Y/n was confused. It was outside some mechanics shed. She didn’t even know if it would be open at this hour. Rafe slid off the bike walking over to the door, his hair all disheveled now from the drive, he banged on the door.

Someone opened it, an old man. “Hey man, she here?”

Y/n frowned. Who? She was definitely the jealous type. Especially when it came to Rafe, she knew some rich girl could easily steal him away from her. And truthfully she was scared of that.

“Yeah come on in and check her out.” Said the man.

Y/n’s curiosity got the best of her. She yanked the helmet off and jogged to catch up with Rafe’s long legs.

Standing before them was a beautiful brand new motorbike, it was even better than Rafe’s and he had, like, the best model.

“Getting the engine shipped in tomorrow. Was gonna phone you Mr. Cameron.” Said the man.

Y/n gasped. “She’s gorgeous.” Her fingertips running over the red paint. God she was jealous, she knew Rafe was probably just trading his in for a new one. He had enough money to do that kinda thing. She knew it would take her a million tip jars and more to even afford that piece of scrap in the corner.

“You like it?” Asked Rafe nervously.

Y/n nodded. “You did a real good job building it, Sir,” She smiled at the man.

Rafe couldn’t help but fall for her more. She was just so lovely.

“You're the girlfriend then?” Said the man.

Y/n didn’t know how to respond. So Rafe gave a nod.

“Well I hope you like it.”

Y/n furrowed her brows turning to Rafe.

Rafe nervously twiddled his thumbs, “I was gonna keep it a surprise until it was all finished. But it’s yours. Tomorrow come by and it’s all yours. I signed all the paperwork under your name.”

Y/n was in shock. “Are you serious?”

Rafe nodded. “As a heart attack.”

“You got this for me?” She said in disbelief.

He nodded. “I know you were saving for one and now you can quit that shitty job.”

She could cry and Rafe scanned her expression, noticing the smile glint in her eyes. She ran over to him pulling him into a hug.

He was shocked. They normally didn’t hug unless it was after sex.

“Thank you.” She cried.

He patted her head, smoothing some of her hair. “Don’t thank me. I’m an asshole, it's the least I can do.”

When they left Y/n was silent until she just said what was on her mind, “You know you can’t just buy me a motorbike and think I’ll go back to being your little booty call.”

He nodded. “I know. I just wanted to do that for you. You’ve done a lot for me this summer.”

Y/n scoffed. “Like what? Wait your table? I haven't given you anything.” She had no money too. The only thing she had given him was herself.

“You showed me I’m worthy enough to be someone’s friend at least.”

She frowned. He was such an insecure guy it took her by surprise.

Y/n looked up at him. “Friend? I don’t think we are friends exactly…”

Rafe bowed his head in shame. “I’m sorry about what I said to Kelce and Topper. I know I shouldn’t have said something like that, not now that I know you. I should have never said it no matter what. It was a dick move.”

She leaned on the wall. “Well calling me ‘a disgusting pogue' wasn’t exactly what I was hoping to hear come out of your mouth when they asked what you thought of me.” She shrugged, “but I shouldn’t have shouted at you, you just didn’t want to blow our cover I get it. I know you wanted to keep it lowkey.”

“You want to know what I actually wanted to say?”

Y/n looked up. “Hmm?”

“That I love her and she’s the best person I’ve ever met.” He finally felt a bit brave.

Y/n’s head shot up from staring at her patent work shoes.

“You what?”

He stepped forward. “I want to be your boyfriend and I love you.”

Y/n looked at him. “In secret?”

“No. I want everyone on this goddamn island to know I belong to you.”

Y/n smiled a small smile, afraid this was all some big joke he was playing. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

She pecked his lips.

“Can I go kill your dad now?”

Y/n laughed. “I love you too.”

Rafe smiled like a kid on Christmas. Pulling a ring off his finger. The gold one. “Will you wear it? I want everyone to see.”

Y/n nodded sliding onto her thumb which is the only one that would fit the big ring.

“Want to sleepover tonight?”

Y/n nodded and they zoomed off into the night. Maybe he wasn’t as much of an asshole as he let off.

One problem left to face. Her brother. Well, shit.

[fredshufflepuff]

UGH so good

[fredshufflepuff]

all bets are on - chapter one

read prologue here

— summary: rafe makes a bet that he can sleep with you before the end of the month, not realizing it would be the biggest mistake of his life.

— warnings: talks of drug use and drinking, language

— word count: 785

RAFE woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and strong urge to throw up, immediately turning to his side and groaning from the wave of nausea.

“you good bro?” topper asked, rafe’s ears perking up as he opened his eyes to stare at the boy, at least a dozen empty solo cups in his arms.

“feel like shit.”

“you look like it too,” he said, causing the very much hunger-over rafe to flip him off.

kelce had dipped with some girl last night leaving the two boys alone to clean the trashed mansion, along with kick out the hungover teens.

“what happened last night?” rafe groaned as he grabbed an already opened water bottle and took a long drink from it.

“you don’t remember?” topper asked, causing his friend to raise a brow and shake his head.

“shit man, you’re sleeping with y/n y/l/n.”

AFTER topper explained what happened last night and the bet they made, rafe didn’t know what to feel.

he was ecstatic to now have a reason to talk to you, but felt like shit for even bringing up the idea.

how low could he be to bet five hundred dollars on sleeping with you? but his feeling of guilt and disgust didn’t stop the next words from leaving his mouth.

“get ready to be five hundred dollars less, tops.”

THE wreck was somewhere rafe and his buddies went to eat regularly, so when you saw him enter the restaurant during your shift—you weren’t surprised.

“is y/n working?” rafe asked causing the host to look up from her tablet before nodding her head.

“would you like her?”

and that’s how the three boys were sat with you, put in a small booth in the corner of your section as you said goodbye to your last table.

“rafe cameron?” you asked, your eyebrows bunched together as your coworker nodded in response.

“he asked for you.”

“me?” your jaw dropped slightly as you then groaned quietly under your breath, “why me?”

your coworker gave you a sympathetic look before patting your back and leaving the counter to tend to her tables.

you smoothed your apron out before putting on a smile and making your way to their table, already dreading what was about to happen.

“hi guys how are you doing today?” you asked with a fake smile as you passed around napkins for their drinks.

“better now that you’re here,” rafe said, topper elbowing him in the side as him and kelce snickered.

you fought back an eye roll and instead just kept the smile on your face, the grip on your notepad tightening.

“my name is y/n and i’ll be your server today, what can i get started for you?”

rafe pretended to look at the menu before looking back up at you, your stomach dropping—and not in a good way.

“are you on the menu?”

you bite the inside of your cheek before tucking your notepad in your apron, “i’ll give you guys a minute.”

you then dropped your smile and walked off with a scoff, your mood seeming to plummet by the second.

who do these guys think they are walking in here and bothering you like this? are they that bored from golf and their little country clubs they need to come to your work and bother you?

“have they made you mad already?” your coworker asked, leaning herself against the counter while counting her tips.

“wanna switch sections?” you asked with a hopeful smile, her eyes going wide as she laughed under her breath, “please, i’ll do your cut work.”

“those boys are not worth it.”

ALMOST two hours later had the boys finally finished their meals and payed the check, as soon as they were done you couldn’t be happier for them to leave.

“have a nice day,” you smiled while holding back your tongue, quickly turning around and stalking off to greet your next table before they could comment.

you saw them leave the restaurant from the corner of your eye, a small breath of relief leaving your lips as you went to clean the table they sat at.

you collected the dirty plates and cups before dropping them off in the kitchen and then coming back to collect your tip.

your eyes scanned the separate checks from the three boys— kelce left eight, topper eight and rafe twenty.

wait twenty?

your eyes widened a little as your brows furrowed together. why did he tip so much when his check wasn’t nearly that much?

you didn’t bother to question it and instead tucked the tips away with the rest of them, but not before letting your eye catch something.

you saw that rafe had written his number on his check along with a note.

‘text me beautiful xxx-xxx-xxxx’

fuck.

— rafe cameron tag list 🏷 @jordynsharum @sksliz @angelreyesgirl100

— all bets are on tag list 🏷 @sunnybunnyy2 @galactaghost @welcometomyworldwithoutrules @i4maybank @acklestan0 @gillybear17 @multtix @merc12-us

[fredshufflepuff]

october prompt- ruffled hair

— summary: playing with jj’s messy hair

— warnings: fluff

— word count: 154

short prompt with jj because i’m trying so hard to get back into writing

you woke up to the feeling of your boyfriend nuzzling his face into your neck, his low breathing tickling your skin causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“j?” you whispered quietly, the boy tightening his grip around your waist as a sign he was awake.

“you’re warm” he mumbled into your neck, the vibrations from his mouth making you giggle.

you moved your head slightly to the side to view his tired but peaceful state, his eyes stilled closed but a prominent smile on his face.

“so are you,” you cooed, your hand coming up to brush across his forehead, “my sweet boy.”

he leaned closer into your touch before you let your fingers tangle in his hair, the blonde strands letting you glide easily through the mess that laid on top of his head.

“m’feels good,” he whispered, eye lashes laying gently on his cheekbones as his smile got wider.

“good.”

— jj maybank tag list 🏷 @jordynsharum @sksliz @angelreyesgirl100