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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him
summary; rafe knows you’re completely off his limits but he can’t stop thinking about you
“hey, can i help you?” rafe came up to the wooden counter, seeing the opportunity to finally talk to you. this time you were finally alone with no other pogue around to scold him or cuss him out. your voice was so sweet, he could almost feel the was it sweetness wrapped around his chest like a piece of candy.
he knew you were completely off his limits. pfft. it was clear as a day. strike one - you were a pogue and he was a kook. no one would ever accept that. strike two - you were john b’s sister, practically a family enemy. strike three - you were younger than him, enough to make it feel wrong.
but no matter how much he tried to remind himself of all the reasons he shouldn’t care, it changed nothing when he saw you. every time you walked into a room, passed him on the beach or sneaked around his house with sarah when the two of you thought that the house was empty, his eyes were on you before he could stop them. it was instinct, this urge to watch over you, to make sure nothing would hurt you, even when he had no right to feel that way. no one else had this effect and it rattled him in ways he couldn’t admit.
“i don’t know, can you?” his voice was low as a suppressed groan. like he couldn’t even believe that he finally got the chance to talk with you. “hey y/n.”
“what are you doing here?” you asked, looking up at him with an immediate frown creeping up your face. you clearly didn’t wanted him there. that was sure. but that also didn’t stop him. he would do anything to finally have you for himself, no matter how hard and how long he had to try.
“i don’t know.” he shrugged his shoulders, starting to wander around the shop and touching all the things that he was seeing on his way. he had to stop looking at you, either way he would explode from excitement. you were so pretty from this close. “just looking for my sister.” a lie. completely made up lie. the first thing that came up to his mind.
“she doesn’t want to see you, rafe.” you replied, watching as he walked around the shop, until he finally turned around and looked up at you with his hands gesticulating.
“well, she’s my sister, okay?” he cut you off, coming up closer to the counter where you were standing with your arms crossed over your chest. “i can come have a little chat with her if i want to.”
the whole conversation was making his heart race. not because you were dismissing him when he wanted to talk with sarah. just because you were talking. god, how long he wanted to just come up to you and talk. to hear your voice when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and that little frown on your face when you looked at him.
bf!rafe x fem!oc
summary; rafe is always giving you a proper princess treatment
it wasn’t a big surprise that when you and rafe started dating he was head over heels for you since the very beginning. at first you were skeptical of him because of the words that were spreading faster than the wind but that thoughts disappeared the minute you both were official.
it wasn’t about the money, trips or gifts he was giving you. no, it was the way he made you feel this whole time. like you were the most precious thing in the world. something he would cherish for the rest of his life. and that one melt your heart more than any piece of jewelry he would give you.
that night you two were supposed to go on a dinner together. of course, rafe insisted since he got busier at work and assumed he wasn’t giving you much attention lately. you were fine with that, you both were grown adults so working much longer was totally understandable.
“are you ready?” rafe asked, leaning against the doorway of your bedroom and watched you putting on your earrings.
you turned around, still struggling to get the earring pinned to your ear. “almost. let me put earring and I’ll be finished.” you smiled at him and turned back to the mirror with that slight frown at your face when your hands were getting sore. “can you get me those heels I bought last month?”
you saw him arch his eyebrow in the mirror reflection but he quickly nodded his head and turned to the closet, picking out the newest box with high heels inside.
“these? damn, these are pretty as hell.” he muttered, walking closer to you, placing the box on the vanity standing in front of you and wrapped his big arms around your waist, watching your reflection.
you chuckled and rolled your eyes when you caught his gaze. finally, when you got the earring pinned, you watched his face for a moment in the mirror. he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, nuzzling his face in your curled hair. “let me help you with those.” he pointed his head towards the box standing on the vanity and took a step back.
you nodded your head and quickly sat down at the edge of bed, watching him take the shoes out of the box, placing it on the floor. he knelt right in front of you, taking your left foot to his hand. you watched the whole process carefully when he slowly slipped the shoe on your feet. he wrapped his fingers around your ankle, lifting your foot closer to his face, before placing a soft kiss on your bare skin.
but he didn’t stop there.
He trailed his lips a little higher, then a little more, brushing soft kisses up your leg. not rushed. not shy. just deliberate enough that every inch of your skin felt like it was waking up. halfway up your calf he paused, lifting his gaze to yours.
and fuck, the look he gave you…
like you were the only thing in the world worth touching. like he’d kneel for you a hundred times without blinking. your breath stuttered when his thumb traced a lazy circle on your skin.
he moved to your other foot, hands steady, movements slow enough to make your stomach twist. by the time he slipped the second heel on, you were already watching him with that soft, dangerous smile you knew he couldn’t resist.
rafe lifted his head, eyes dragging up your legs like he was mapping every inch. “stand up” he said quietly. not demanding, just confident in that way that always made your knees weak.
you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. the second you straightened, his fingers slid to your waist, adjusting the hem of your dress like he had every right to touch you wherever he wanted.
“look at you” he muttered, his voice low. “walking around like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
you snorted under your breath. “im literally just existing.”
“yeah” he smirked, leaning in so close you felt the warmth of his breath on your cheek. “that’s the problem.”
he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his knuckles brush your jaw on purpose, you could tell. then he lifted your chin with just one finger, lazily, like he was admiring something expensive he’d just bought. “turn around” he murmured.
you raised an eyebrow but did it anyway. He slid his hands down your sides, smoothing the fabric of your dress, fixing invisible creases that definitely didn’t need fixing. his touch was warm, slow, indulgent. not rushing, not apologizing.
“rafe” you warned, your voice betraying you just a little.
“what?” he said, pretending innocence while his palms rested right on your hips. “im just making sure you look perfect.” you rolled your eyes, but he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “don’t roll those pretty eyes at me”
you froze for half a second and he chuckled, soft and stupidly pleased with himself, because he’d gotten exactly the reaction he wanted.
“come on” he said, taking your hand again, kissing your knuckles gently. “let’s go, im starving. mostly for dinner.” you smacked his shoulder, but your face was already burning.
summary; you left the party with rafe and woke up in his bed the next morning
“what the..?” you muttered, scrolling through the images sarah sent you. the amount of messages from her was staggering, it made you stressed.
you never regretted leaving your phone on more than this time. your head was pounding and the endless buzzing wasn’t helping. no, it made you even more frustrated.
did you seriously left with rafe?
the message jolted you awake. she’d sent photos too - blurred shots from the last night of you and rafe, his arm around you, a wide drunken smile on your faces while the both of you were leaving the party together, looking all too close.
then your eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness in the room. it wasn’t your house. but you barely had the time to react before a strong hand pulled you back, with some face pressing into your shoulder. then came his voice, the one that made your stomach flutter.
“way too early for this.” he mumbled, his voice laced with sleep. his strong grip holding you tight against his bare chest. your cheeks flushed the second you realized that the both of you had completely no clothes on, with only the sheets covering you up.
your heart raced, but his warmth held you there.
“oh my fucking god.” you muttered almost too quiet for him to hear, but he did. and he even chuckled at that, nuzzling his face into your skin and kissed your shoulder lightly.
“don’t tell me you’re too drunk to remember.” he muttered, peppering your skin with soft kisses.
the whole girl code was broken with that single night where rafe took you home and did things that were completely and utterly wrong. you never really talked with him before, knowing only that you should keep away from him no matter what.
do you ever just ….
like put me in a headlock or something damn
let me sink my teeth in it
me if being obsessed with older men was illegal
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rafe cameron
reunion after breakup
halloween party
waking up in his bed after party
he can’t stop thinking about you
proper princess treatment
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rafe cameron is always giving you a proper princess treatment
it wasn’t a big surprise that when you and rafe started dating he was head over heels for you since the very beginning. at first you were skeptical of him because of the words that were spreading faster than the wind but that thoughts disappeared the minute you both were official.
it wasn’t about the money, trips or gifts he was giving you. no, it was the way he made you feel this whole time. like you were the most precious thing in the world. something he would cherish for the rest of his life. and that one melt your heart more than any piece of jewelry he would give you.
that night you two were supposed to go on a dinner together. of course, rafe insisted since he got busier at work and assumed he wasn’t giving you much attention lately. you were fine with that, you both were grown adults so working much longer was totally understandable.
“are you ready?” rafe asked, leaning against the doorway of your bedroom and watched you putting on your earrings.
you turned around, still struggling to get the earring pinned to your ear. “almost. let me put earring and I’ll be finished.” you smiled at him and turned back to the mirror with that slight frown at your face when your hands were getting sore. “can you get me those heels I bought last month?”
you saw him arch his eyebrow in the mirror reflection but he quickly nodded his head and turned to the closet, picking out the newest box with high heels inside.
“these? damn, these are pretty as hell.” he muttered, walking closer to you, placing the box on the vanity standing in front of you and wrapped his big arms around your waist, watching your reflection.
you chuckled and rolled your eyes when you caught his gaze. finally, when you got the earring pinned, you watched his face for a moment in the mirror. he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, nuzzling his face in your curled hair. “let me help you with those.” he pointed his head towards the box standing on the vanity and took a step back.
you nodded your head and quickly sat down at the edge of bed, watching him take the shoes out of the box, placing it on the floor. he knelt right in front of you, taking your left foot to his hand. you watched the whole process carefully when he slowly slipped the shoe on your feet. he wrapped his fingers around your ankle, lifting your foot closer to his face, before placing a soft kiss on your bare skin.
but he didn’t stop there.
He trailed his lips a little higher, then a little more, brushing soft kisses up your leg. not rushed. not shy. just deliberate enough that every inch of your skin felt like it was waking up. halfway up your calf he paused, lifting his gaze to yours.
and fuck, the look he gave you…
like you were the only thing in the world worth touching. like he’d kneel for you a hundred times without blinking. your breath stuttered when his thumb traced a lazy circle on your skin.
he moved to your other foot, hands steady, movements slow enough to make your stomach twist. by the time he slipped the second heel on, you were already watching him with that soft, dangerous smile you knew he couldn’t resist.
rafe lifted his head, eyes dragging up your legs like he was mapping every inch. “stand up” he said quietly. not demanding, just confident in that way that always made your knees weak.
you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. the second you straightened, his fingers slid to your waist, adjusting the hem of your dress like he had every right to touch you wherever he wanted.
“look at you” he muttered, his voice low. “walking around like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
you snorted under your breath. “im literally just existing.”
“yeah” he smirked, leaning in so close you felt the warmth of his breath on your cheek. “that’s the problem.”
he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his knuckles brush your jaw on purpose, you could tell. then he lifted your chin with just one finger, lazily, like he was admiring something expensive he’d just bought. “turn around” he murmured.
you raised an eyebrow but did it anyway. He slid his hands down your sides, smoothing the fabric of your dress, fixing invisible creases that definitely didn’t need fixing. his touch was warm, slow, indulgent. not rushing, not apologizing.
“rafe” you warned, your voice betraying you just a little.
“what?” he said, pretending innocence while his palms rested right on your hips. “im just making sure you look perfect.” you rolled your eyes, but he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “don’t roll those pretty eyes at me”
you froze for half a second and he chuckled, soft and stupidly pleased with himself, because he’d gotten exactly the reaction he wanted.
“come on” he said, taking your hand again, kissing your knuckles gently. “let’s go, im starving. mostly for dinner.” you smacked his shoulder, but your face was already burning.
i like it when he’s bloody
who do i have to pay to let this man ruin me?
you left the party with rafe cameron and woke up in his bed the next morning
“what the..?” you muttered, scrolling through the images sarah sent you. the amount of messages from her was staggering, it made you stressed.
you never regretted leaving your phone on more than this time. your head was pounding and the endless buzzing wasn’t helping. no, it made you even more frustrated.
did you seriously left with rafe?
the message jolted you awake. she’d sent photos too - blurred shots from the last night of you and rafe, his arm around you, a wide drunken smile on your faces while the both of you were leaving the party together, looking all too close.
then your eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness in the room. it wasn’t your house. but you barely had the time to react before a strong hand pulled you back, with some face pressing into your shoulder. then came his voice, the one that made your stomach flutter.
“way too early for this.” he mumbled, his voice laced with sleep. his strong grip holding you tight against his bare chest. your cheeks flushed the second you realized that the both of you had completely no clothes on, with only the sheets covering you up.
your heart raced, but his warmth held you there.
“oh my fucking god.” you muttered almost too quiet for him to hear, but he did. and he even chuckled at that, nuzzling his face into your skin and kissed your shoulder lightly.
“don’t tell me you’re too drunk to remember.” he muttered, peppering your skin with soft kisses.
the whole girl code was broken with that single night where rafe took you home and did things that were completely and utterly wrong. you never really talked with him before, knowing only that you should keep away from him no matter what.
rafe cameron knows you’re completely off his limits but he can’t stop thinking about you
“hey, can i help you?” rafe came up to the wooden counter, seeing the opportunity to finally talk to you. this time you were finally alone with no other pogue around to scold him or cuss him out. your voice was so sweet, he could almost feel the was it sweetness wrapped around his chest like a piece of candy.
he knew you were completely off his limits. pfft. it was clear as a day. strike one - you were a pogue and he was a kook. no one would ever accept that. strike two - you were john b’s sister, practically a family enemy. strike three - you were younger than him, enough to make it feel wrong.
but no matter how much he tried to remind himself of all the reasons he shouldn’t care, it changed nothing when he saw you. every time you walked into a room, passed him on the beach or sneaked around his house with sarah when the two of you thought that the house was empty, his eyes were on you before he could stop them. it was instinct, this urge to watch over you, to make sure nothing would hurt you, even when he had no right to feel that way. no one else had this effect and it rattled him in ways he couldn’t admit.
“i don’t know, can you?” his voice was low as a suppressed groan. like he couldn’t even believe that he finally got the chance to talk with you. “hey y/n.”
“what are you doing here?” you asked, looking up at him with an immediate frown creeping up your face. you clearly didn’t wanted him there. that was sure. but that also didn’t stop him. he would do anything to finally have you for himself, no matter how hard and how long he had to try.
“i don’t know.” he shrugged his shoulders, starting to wander around the shop and touching all the things that he was seeing on his way. he had to stop looking at you, either way he would explode from excitement. you were so pretty from this close. “just looking for my sister.” a lie. completely made up lie. the first thing that came up to his mind.
“she doesn’t want to see you, rafe.” you replied, watching as he walked around the shop, until he finally turned around and looked up at you with his hands gesticulating.
“well, she’s my sister, okay?” he cut you off, coming up closer to the counter where you were standing with your arms crossed over your chest. “i can come have a little chat with her if i want to.”
the whole conversation was making his heart race. not because you were dismissing him when he wanted to talk with sarah. just because you were talking. god, how long he wanted to just come up to you and talk. to hear your voice when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and that little frown on your face when you looked at him.
