Here are my Imagines organized, easier for you and me to find. Welcome to my blog. You’ll find here the craziest ideas that came from the back of my or other people's mind.
I hope you guys enjoy and if you want to request something feel free to give me some ideas of what or who to write, your ideas are very welcomed and appreciated. You can use the ask button somewhere on my account or dm me with your idea if you feel more comfortable.
Here are some books/animes I’ve read/watched and people I may write about because I know their personalities and stuff. I’ll be upgrading since I’m going to read more.
───── A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES
Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Morrigan, Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, and Elain Archeron.
───── THRONE OF GLASS
Dorian Havilliard, and Chaol Westfall.
───── SERPENT AND DOVES
Reid Diggory, and Louise Le Blanc. (As a couple or just separately)
───── CARAVAL
Scarlett Dragna, and Julian Santos. (As a couple or just separately)
───── ADDICTED/CALLOWAY SISTER SERIES
Loren Hale, Connor Cobalt, and Ryke Meadows.
───── THE LAST OF US
Joel Miller.
───── JUJUTSU KAISEN
Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, and Choso Kamo.
STORIES I'VE ALREADY
Stories I’ve already written.
───── A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES
Headcannon with the Bat Boys.
How they’re in bed.
Cassian One Shots.
Mornings.
Training.
Not mates.
Mor One Shots.
Preparing to meet the Inner Circle.
Azriel One Shots.
After mission sex (18+)
Regret.
Mornings with him.
Rhysand One Shots.
Relationship with Tamlin’s daughter.
Lucien Vanserra.
Braiding his hair.
───── SIX OF CROWS
Kaz Brekker One Shots.
Bruised.
Seriously injured.
Kaz’s first kiss.
───── THRONE OF GLASS
Chaol Westfall One Shots.
I love you.
───── THE LAST OF US
Joel Miller One Shots.
I was supposed to take care of you.
Biggest desire.
───── ADDICTED/CALLOWAY SISTERS SERIES
Loren Hale One Shots.
Showering Together.
───── CARAVAL
Scarlian One Shots.
Scarlett's first time.
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I’m trying to improve my reading list to expand the amount of characters I write about. Thank you, so much for your attention. See you, bye.
💋 pervert!reader and nerd!rafe in bed together 18+ ✧˚.🎀༘⋆
you and rafe were laying on his bed, the boy just having finished helping you out with your essay, exchanging small pecks and quiet words. you run your hand through his hair, a quiet, content hum coming from the back of his throat as he closed his eyes, taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes.
"you look really adorable like this." you whispered quietly, your boyfriend’s lips quirking up into a slight smile. your legs were tangled together, and you stroked his bare foot with your own. "all messy and... sleepy."
"yeah, you think so?" rafe chuckled softly, bringing his hand to stroke your cheek, a lazy grin on his lips, "i think you're the one that's more adorable."
"nuh-uh." you wrinkled your nose up at him.
"yuh-uh."
you bit down on your soft bottom lip, looking down and seeing just how close your thigh was to his crotch; who could resist an opportunity like that?
you pressed your bare thigh into his crotch, rafe letting out a noise that was between a groan and a whine; as you started to move your thigh a bit, pressing it against his cock, you could feel him starting to harden, suddenly pulling your leg away and taking advantage of the fact that you’d successfully distracted your boyfriend, moving to straddle the boy and grabbing his wrists, a grin on your face as you pinned them to the bed.
"who’s more adorable?" you asked impishly, raising your brows.
the boy rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated groan, a slight blush staining his cheeks as he answered begrudgingly, "i am."
"good boy." you let go of rafe's wrists, his hands moving to grip yor thighs, and you bent down to bring your lips to rafe's, but just as your tongue was entering his mouth, rafe's hands snaked up to your sides, and the boy was tickling you.
"stop it." you giggled against his lips, pulling away from the kiss as you began to laugh uncontrollably, "stop, this is unfair!"
rafe suddenly flipped you two around so he was on top of you, this time grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the bed, a grin on his lips. "you might have your sexual prowess," he pressed a peck on your lips, "but i have the power of tickling."
"totally unfair."
"oh, yeah?" rafe grinned, "what are you gonna do about it?"
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ rafe discovers that he’s into being choked, but doesn’t know how to bring it up; but you find out about it on your own when you see what he last posted.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ going back to my smut roots for this one! hope y’all enjoy this fic by the unofficial ceo of nerd rafe lmao
PERVERT READER જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
rafe couldn’t stop thinking about it.
his head had just been in between your legs, your hands tugging on rafe’s hair, pulling rafe closer to your cunt as his fingers were curling inside of you, hitting the spongy spot inside of you.
“yesyesyesyesyes-“ you moaned, pulling tighter on his hair as your gummy walls clenched and squeezed rafe’s fingers. but once your orgasm finally started subsiding, you let go of rafe’s hair and he climbed up your body, only for you to grab his neck and squeeze slightly, pleasure unexpectedly shooting up his spine and his cock basically jumping in the confines of his boxer shorts as you squeezed harder, making it even harder for him to breathe as you brought his lips to yours. “did so good for me baby…” you cooed inbetween blissed-out kisses. but the moment you let go of his throat, he couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of disappointment.
rafe couldn’t stop thinking about it, how good it felt to have you control of if he could breathe, if he deserved to breathe, but rafe had no idea how to even bring it up in conversation. he had always been awkward when it came to any sort of physical affection, and most of his friends weren’t too… experienced when it came to sex, so he knew he couldn’t ask them.
you were on top of him, your hand squeezing his throat as you rode him, mumbles of his name leaving your lips as you threw your head back, rafe’s hands holding onto your hips. “doing so good baby, doing real good for me…” you moaned, squeezing tighter.
rafe woke up with a startle, his skin flushed with sweat, his breaths coming out in a pant. the boy sat up in bed, running a hand through his sandy-colored hair as he took off his sweat-covered t-shirt, only to feel something wet in his boxer shorts. throwing off the blanket, rafe saw a wet spot at the front of the blue fabric, further confirming his suspicions as he lifted the waistband of his underwear. fuck.
later that afternoon, rafe was sitting at his computer, his glasses reflecting r/askmenadvice on reddit, open on a post he had made about an hour ago titled ‘how to tell your girlfriend you like to be choked?’
he was biting on the nail on his thumb as he read over the replies, taking a chug from the monster energy on his desk, a sigh leaving his lips.
u/softelectricity9
just say it to her lol
u/falseboldness
is she into choking you? if so, just try and show her that you’re into it as she’s doing it.
u/SnottyPotty15
Maybe try to ask her what she’s into and then mention what you like.
rafe was startled shitless by the sound of his door opening and banging closed. “hi baby!” a familiar voice called out at the door, causing rafe to abruptly turn off his computer monitor and turn in his chair, “hey, hi, baby…” rafe stood up and cleared his throat, smiling tightly at you as he scratched the back of his neck, “you, uh, you didn’t tell me you’d be coming by…”
“do i have to tell you every time before i come by? i was thinking we could go out to eat.” you grin, cupping his cheeks and pressing a quick kiss on his lips, “what were you looking at?”
“nothing.” rafe chuckled softly before clearing his throat, “i’ll, uh, i gotta return somethin’ to walter. i’ll be right back and we can go out to eat something. how about pizza?”
“mmm… can we go for ramen? i’m craving it.”
rafe let out a chuckle and nodded, “alright. be right back.” he said, pressing a quick peck on your lips and getting up off his gaming chair, grabbing a book off his shelf before heading out the door. the second it clicked to a close, you were sitting on his gaming chair and turning on his computer monitor. honestly, rafe should know you better by now. of course you were going to snoop. and once you saw what he’d been trying to hide, you couldn’t seem to suppress your grin.
after the two of you got back from the restaurant, rafe was holding you in his arms, netflix open on rafe’s laptop, only for you to not be paying any attention to it, more focused on looking up at your boyfriend, the screen reflected in his glasses.
“what are you staring at?” he mumbled, his eyes not straying from the screen. “you.” you replied, stroking the bare skin right above the waistband of his sweatpants, rafe’s shirt having ridden up. “why's that?” the boy asked, his tone slightly amused.
“because.” you moved to straddle him, rafe’s eyes widening in surprise, no longer paying any attention to the show that was playing, “i want you.”
“you- uh-“
you pressed your lips against his to quiet him down before he could even say anything. rafe’s hands went to your hips almost automatically, drawing small patterns with his thumbs.
as your lips moved against rafe’s, your tongue teasing his, the boy let out a whine into your mouth as your hand went to his throat, gently squeezing. when you applied more pressure, you felt rafe getting hard under you. pulling your lips away from his, rafe looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.
“you know…” you lean close to his ear and whisper, “if you want me to choke you, you can just ask, baby.”
"w-what do you mean?" rafe looked up at you, the man looking like a deer in headlights, a whine leaving his lips as you ground yourself down on his cock, "i saw what you posted."
rafe's eyes widened, only for you to press a featherlight kiss on his lips, "you should've told me. 'cause i'd be more than happy to do it. you're my boy." you grinned.
it wasn't long until your clothes were discarded on the floor and you were on top of rafe, his cock nestled inside of you, his hands tightly gripping your thighs as you slowly moved on top of him. you'd been keeping him in that position for a while now, his head thrown back, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
"you look so pretty like this..." you cooed, rafe's cheeks reddening at the compliment as you continued to move on top of him, your walls squeezing his cock as your hand tightened around his throat, "this what you want, hm?"
"mmhm, mmhm..." rafe hummed, your hand putting more pressure around his throat, "say it..." you moaned.
"i want it..." rafe mumbled hoarsely, and you started moving on his cock in a more precise, faster manner, rafe's nails digging into your thighs while one of your hands was tugging on his hair and the other one was squeezing his throat.
"i'm gonna-" rafe whimpered, "you're gonna what? you gonna come, huh?" you bit down on your lower lip, only receiving a nod from the man, your movements stilling for a moment, "beg for it."
"please, let me come, i promise i'll be good..." he whined, and you started moving again, making sure to tighten your walls around his cock, "mmm... you can come for me..."
within seconds, rafe's hips bucked up into you, his cock reaching that spongy spot inside of you, making you moan as your hand squeezed his throat more, ragged moans leaving his lips, his cock twitching inside of you as you felt him painting your walls with his cum.
the two of you stayed in that position, rafe's cock still nestled in you for a moment, both of you catching your breaths until, rafe's eyes fluttering open, his eyes wet, "that was..."
"i know, baby." you bit down on your lower lip, "but now... you gotta return the favor."
rafe let out a groan as you got off his softening cock, collapsing onto the other side of the bed, turning to rafe with a grin.
💋 pervert!reader sends nerd!rafe pictures while he’s in class. 18+ ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆
one of the downsides to having a brilliant, nerdy genius boyfriend was that he actually enjoyed attending class, which then meant that once you were finished with your lectures, your boyfriend would have at least two more. and because you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, that left you dying of boredom in his dorm room.
maybe you were being a bit dramatic. rafe had told you that you could read any book in his room, he'd given you the password to his computer, telling you that you were welcome to whatever you wished to do on it, even going as far as installing the sims 4 along with a few expansions packs when he'd seen you watching someone play it on youtube.
but you couldn't help it; you were still bored and missing your boyfriend. and horny.
within moments, you were clad in nothing but one of rafe's button downs, leaving the shirt unbuttoned, your reflection visible on the phone screen with the camera open, your lips pouty and your cleavage on display.
the shutter went off about fifty times until you finally felt satisfied, letting out a sigh and sinking into the pillows, going through the pictures, trying to find the pictures you liked the most, ones that would tempt him the most, and once you finally found five pictures you liked the best, you sent them over to the contact 'my love ♡' with the text 'missing you, thinking about you...' so rafe knew what was waiting in his room.
rafe was deep into listening to his professor's lecture when his phone screen lit up with a notification telling him that you'd sent him multiple messages. his brows furrowed slightly behind his glasses as he picked his phone up, opening it with face ID.
his eyes widened when he saw the pictures you'd sent him, wearing one of his button-ups, all the buttons undone, your tits pushed together, your lips glossy in the pictures where they were visible in, a picture where you had the hem of the shirt pushed up, fabric bunched up just below your crotch... rafe's cock twitched in his jeans involuntarily, the boy letting out a quiet, sharp breath. he couldn't help but wonder what you were wearing under it? he saw that you'd ditched your bra. what color panties were you wearing? were you wearing any?
rafe glanced down at the pictures and then back up at the professor; it only took a few seconds for him to quietly leave the lecture hall and start making his way towards his room to find you.
MDNI, fem!reader, set slightly before or during events of WoK (implied; unspecified), nonlinear order of events, age gap, kissing, praise, slight angst but not really, teasing, smut (p in v, finishing inside, mention of fingering, mention of oral)
Request: “Let's rip this bandaid with some age gap olderman!Dalinar x youngerwoman!Reader smut. It starts as a casual arrangement until feelings get involved. -🦁”
Ohhh anon. You have no idea how fun this was to write. I hope you enjoy!!
And @raahosh here’s your requested tag :)
A knock at the door of your rooms caused you to jolt, the tip of your pen jerking and spattering ink across the page.
“Storms!” you cursed. A huff of frustration escaped your lips as you fetched a rag. You’d need to rewrite the page entirely—
The knock came again.
“I—yes, come in,” you sighed. The rag only served in smearing the words further.
You turned when the creak of the door announced its opening. In the doorway stood a youth, about fifteen years old. He had the beginnings of wispy facial chair growing on his chin.
“Highprince Dalinar wishes to see you,” the messenger said.
“Oh.” You kept your face impassive. “Did he say what for?”
“He wants to discuss your recent work on his house ledgers. And he needs you to scribe something for him in his complex.”
You wiped your fingers on the rag. “Thank you. Tell him I’ll be there soon.”
The boy nodded and ran off.
The moment the door shut, you sprang into action. Your heart was in your throat as you dragged a brush through your hair and cursed when it caught on a snarled tangle at the bottom. There wasn’t time for an intricate updo, so you braided it back into a plait as neatly as you could before moving on to touch up your face. You wanted to look as presentable as you dared without drawing suspicion. After all, you knew very well that you wouldn’t be lifting a single pen when you got to the Kholin residence.
During the walk there, you tried and failed to distract yourself with thinking about your notes and copies of the Kholin ledgers. They were generally well-maintained, so your job keeping track of everything wasn’t too difficult, which was impressive given the fact that you hardly did your job anymore. Technically you had started out as Elhokar’s scribe, but these days Dalinar asked for you more than the king did.
Dalinar’s warcamp was much more polished than the others you’d been in. There was a much more militant feel to the architecture. Instead of tents, there were stone bunkers. Instead of whorehouses, there were merchants selling and repairing equipment.
When you reached the center of the radial battalions, you entered Dalinar’s complex and made your way toward one of the small stone chambers inside.
You exhaled shakily. No matter how many times you’d been here, you still grew nervous before each occurrence, but could anyone blame you?
Your knuckles rapped against the door. Three heartbeats passed before a grunted “Come in,” came through.
The layout of this room had become familiar to you over the last few months. Seats along the wall, closed window shutters bordered by sconces full of infused spheres, a hearth that crackled with a live fire instead of a heating fabrial. Sitting in the plush lounge in front of the hearth was the man whom you knew so well physically, yet could be so distant at times.
He wore his uniform as he always did—azure blue trousers, polished black boots, gold embroidery on the back of his coat depicting the Kholin tower and crown. The moment you entered, he turned his squarish face toward you, displaying his crooked nose and ocean blue eyes.
A low utterance of your name left his lips. Your name in his mouth never failed to warm your lower belly.
“Dalinar,” you greeted in return.
He stood and approached you. Stormfather, the man towered over you with those broad shoulders of his—you had to crane your neck to keep holding his gaze.
“I hope there was no trouble on your journey here.” His knuckles grazed your collarbone as he brushed a lock of hair back behind your shoulder.
You swallowed and shook your head.
He grunted. His fingers skimmed down your arm and absentmindedly took hold of your hand, his own swallowing yours. He lifted it between you both.
“What’s this?” His thumb brushed over your index finger and you looked down to see dots of black along it.
“Oh—” Your cheeks pinked. “There was—I was writing, and my pen—”
“Hm.” He brought your hand upward, brushing his lips against the ink-stained skin. They moved to your palm, then the sensitive area inside your wrist, where he placed a slow, sensual kiss.
Your breath caught. His eyes flicked to yours. They were simmering.
“I hope I didn’t pull you from anything of importance.” His other hand landed on the outside of your neck so he could tilt your head to the left. “I would hate to be a… distraction.”
The two of you knew that you would always come when called. “You could never—” The end of your sentence morphed into a breathy gasp when his lips landed on your neck. The kisses were open-mouthed, warm, slow. You whimpered when his teeth grazed your jugular.
Finally, finally, his mouth descended upon yours. His tongue flicked at your lower lip and you parted your mouth obediently for him. He tasted of sweet orange wine. Your body melted against his, knees going weak, head spinning.
His kisses grew harsh and erratic, almost painful as he bit at you. Dalinar approached even intimacy like a battle, growling and snapping like an uncaged whitespine. His ongoing claim on your lips caused your chest to spasm and you broke the kiss with a needy inhale.
“Dalinar, I can’t—I can’t breathe—” Your protests were muffled.
He moved to your neck again and sucked at the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. You whined and rocked your pelvis against his, but he stilled you with a large hand gripping your hip. “Patience.”
“But I need—”
“Patience,” he growled.
Your muscles were like honey as he guided you to the sofa, him falling first before dragging you backward onto his lap. Your back was pressed to his chest. He squeezed your waist, then your hips, then your upper thighs. Then lower. One of his hands gathered the skirt of your havah and pulled it to your waist.
You let out a small whimper as his finger traced along your undergarments.
The first time Dalinar Kholin had ever touched you was months ago.
He had called you to his complex in the warcamps for another reading of The Way of Kings. You’d been reading it to him for weeks now, and the process each time was simple—you’d arrive at the same room each time, and he’d be waiting on the sofa in front of the fire, planted there like a tree stump. He’d nod at you. You’d begin reading where you left off the last time. He’d signal for you to stop when he’d wish. You’d leave.
This time, though, it had been different.
“—could have traveled quickly,” you’d been reading. “But all men have the same ultimate destination. Whether we find our end in a hallowed—”
“You can sit if you wish.”
You paused and glanced over at the highprince. “Sorry, Brightlord?”
He cleared his throat. “While you read. You can seat yourself on the end of the lounge so that your feet do not ache.”
Your brow knit. “My…I will be alright, Brightlord. I’m used to it; I walk the camp each time I—”
“Sit.”
His tone left no room for any more protest, so you did as asked and perched on the end of the sofa. A moment later, you continued.
“Whether we find our end in a hallowed sepulcher or a pauper’s ditch, all save the Heralds must dine with the Nightwatcher.
“And so, does the destination matter? Or is it the path we take? I declare that no accomplishment has substance nearly as great as the road used to achieve it. We are not creatures of destinations—”
You cut off with a gasp when one of Dalinar’s hands rested on the back of your neck.
You froze. Eyes wide, you turned your head to glance at the highprince.
He didn’t look at you. His gaze was on the fire, and his eyes were distant, his brow furrowed deep in thought.
“Keep reading,” he commanded.
You obeyed. The next sentence wobbled on its way out. “It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived…”
As you read on, his hand stayed where it was, and you had to fight to keep your voice steady. His hand was so wide, spanning the entire back of your neck at the base. Your voice stuttered when he began gently massaging, his thumb brushing the side of your throat occasionally.
When he signaled he was done listening for the day, you stood on shaky legs and bid him farewell with a trembling voice.
That night, when your hand drifted between your legs, you bit your pillow to muffle the noises that slipped through your teeth.
The first time he had you it had been a swift endeavor. When you went to his complex to read for him, he’d seemed a bit more…agitated? No, that wasn’t the right word. He’d been…buzzing, like a hornet aching to use its stinger on a target but unsure who. He kept fidgeting, eyes flicking from the fire to the window to the door. Eventually he got up to pace as he listened.
It had been your fault, really. You’d asked him what was troubling, which had been completely out of line on your part, but all he did was shake his head and say it was nothing. You asked if there was anything you could do to help.
He’d been inside of you before you knew it.
His thrusts had been harsh and hurried as he drove into you. It was as if he’d been trying to devour you, licking into your mouth, biting at your cheeks and jaw and neck and ear. His large palm covered your mouth, muffling your cries as the two of you finished in tandem.
He’d tucked himself back into his pants and sent you on your way. The next time you visited, you wore a glove on your safehand instead of buttoning it inside your havah sleeve.
From there, things continued similarly, though it wasn’t always identical. Sometimes he had you finish on his fingers. Other times it was his mouth. He took you against the wall, bent you over the table, had you splayed out on the sofa. Once he’d even taken you on the rug in front of the hearth, firelight illuminating the side of his crooked nose as his eyes stayed locked on yours.
Somewhere along the way, something…shifted. He started holding you afterward. He’d give you kisses on your forehead instead of nips to your throat. When he thrust into you, it was slow, unhurried. Not the erratic rhythm it had been the first time you two became intertwined.
Once, when you two had been at the precipice of shattering, he’d called you gemheart. It had been a gentle murmur against your ear while he told you to break.
You’d treasured that moment since then, keeping it locked away in a little glass box tucked beneath your heart.
His finger traced along your undergarments.
He cursed softly when his thumb discovered the soaked patch of fabric. “Storms,” he whispered. “So eager.”
You nodded and let your legs fall open wider when his index finger brushed along the seam of your clothed slit. A high-pitched whine left you, a needy, broken sound.
“Shhh,” he soothed, pressing his mouth to your ear. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetling.”
He pulled your undergarments to the side and ran two fingers along your glossy folds. Your hips squirmed at the teasing touch until finally his thumb rubbed small circles into your sensitive pearl.
“Oh!” you exclaimed, the gasp soft and breathy on your tongue.
“That’s it,” he murmured when you began rocking your hips into his touch. Each swipe of his thumb caused your sensitive petals to grow more slick.
There was a fire growing in your belly, one that you didn’t know if you wanted him to flame or extinguish, all you knew was that you needed him, needed his touch, his tongue, his—
When he withdrew his fingers, your brow furrowed and you twisted your neck to look up at him with glossy doe eyes. The protest was already forming on your lips. “But—”
“Hush.” He kissed your forehead. “I simply wish to feel you shatter around me, instead.”
He maneuvered you so that you were now facing him in his lap, legs on either side of his hips. The man’s fingers went to unbutton his pants but you beat him to it; your nimble fingers did the job more quickly, anyway, and you were far too desperate for this man to waste any more time.
Dalinar was already erect when you took him out of his trousers. He was quite well-endowed, so much so that even after months of bedding one another, it was still an adjustment to take him in. You still remember the soreness you’d felt after your first night together.
You squirmed as he rubbed the head of his length along your slit and when he pushed inside, you hissed softly.
“I know,” he soothed. “I know. I have you, gemheart.”
His soft words were such a contrast to that initial day all those months ago. Your heart stuttered. What had changed since then? How had you two gotten to this point, where you felt as though you wanted to sob into your hands each time you two weren’t intertwined?
Soft, breathy gasps and hitches slipped past your lips as you slowly sank down. His hands gripped your hips to help.
“Please,” you begged. “Please, I need—I can’t—”
He started rocking his hips ever so slightly, circling in a figure eight until he found that spot deep within that had your eyes rolling back.
As his pace increased, you fell forward and buried your face into his neck to hide. There was something about his gaze that made you feel so open. Each time you locked eyes you felt as though he were peeling back each layer of your soul to examine it how he wished, and so you hid, clinging to him.
He hummed soothingly and buried his face in your hair.
“Storms,” he breathed. “You’re so—” A low grunt sounded. “Stormfather, why do you torment me so?” He seemed to be talking to himself.
“Dalinar.” The coil between your legs grew tighter, winding over itself, begging to be addressed. Your pulse was like that of a hummingbird’s heartbeat. “Dalinar—”
“Break for me,” he murmured, breath ghosting the side of your temple.
Your back arched. A desperate whimper left you as you fell over the edge, velvet walls spasming and clenching around his length. Your hips jerked, your toes curled, and when your teeth landed on his neck you felt his warmth spill into you as he gasped.
He held you as the two of you came down together. You were slumped against his chest, panting softly. His thick fingers carded soothingly through your locks.
Your hands curled into the fabric of his uniform, and you were suddenly seized with such a strong wave of something you didn’t want to name.
You glanced up at him, brow furrowed, eyes wide and earnest. “I…” Your voice broke. “Dalinar, I—”
He kissed your lips like they were made of painted glass, muffling those three words you ached to speak. “I know, gemheart.” He rested his forehead against yours. His thumb brushed along your cheekbone. “I know.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ on your way home from the store, you find an abandoned kitten under a car hiding from the rain, and you bring it home, to your husband’s surprise.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ CONTENT ♥︎ fluff! ꒰ 𝟏.𝟐𝐤 ꒱
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ it’s raining cats! no dogs, though. check in tomorrow. inspired by my cat catterina that was named after edgar allan poe’s cat.
જ⁀➴ ♥︎ JACK ABBOT ⊹ ࣪ ˖
it was one of those rare days that jack had taken on a day shift instead of a night shift like he usually would due to robby being sick and the hospital being unable to find a substitute in time. you barely even stirred when his alarm clock rang on the nightstand, but you felt him press a kiss on your shoulder, the springs of your mattress creaking as jack rose out of bed.
by the time you woke up, the sun was filtering in through the blinds, and you made your way into the kitchen, spotting your favorite cup in the middle of the dining table, a post-it with a smiley-face drawn on it next to the thermos you kept the coffee in, the little squiggle causing your own lips to quirk up.
although the walk to your local library and the grocery store had been bright and sunny, by the time you were done with your shopping, it was pouring outside. "crap." you tsked, ending up buying an umbrella plastered with the store's logo.
you were almost home, but the rain didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. but through the rain, you could hear a quiet, pitiful, mewl that caused you to stop in your tracks.
you looked around, peering into the bushes and the road next to you, your eyes widening when you spotted the grey, damp kitten hiding under a car.
"hey, little one." your brows knitted together in worry as you looked around, "where's your mom?"
the kitten let out another mewl, and you looked down to the groceries in your arms in frustration, "alright, wait here. i'll be right back. promise."
you practically sprinted back to your shared home with jack, dumping the groceries down on the floor unceremoniously, before making your way back to the car, the small kitten still hiding from the rain under the car.
"c'mon. you're gonna get hurt if you stay here." you offered your hand for the small animal to sniff, managing to pick it up with some resistance, protecting it with your coat.
as soon as you got back home and let the cat free, the animal scurried to under the coffee table, hiding from you.
after doing some googling, you determined that the cat was somewhere around six weeks old. you grabbed a tin of tuna, putting some of it on a plate, placing it on the floor next to the coffee table, along with a small bowl of water.
"you'll be alright, little kitty." you crouched down, the cat looking to you with wide eyes, "i'll get you something proper to eat soon, but try to eat this for a bit, yeah?"
there was still a few hours until jack's shift was over, and you were sure your husband would have questions, but the kitten needed somewhere safe to stay, at least for now.
the smell of food wafted into jack's nose as soon as he walked into your house, his shoulders feeling heavy from a long day of work; all he wanted was to eat, have a shower with you and fall asleep with you in his arms.
he smiled as he spotted you sitting on the couch, the smile slowly fading when he spotted the small, grey lump curled up in your lap. as if out of reflex, the little kitten raised its head, bleary eyes looking to jack.
"surprise?" you looked at him with the best puppy-dog look you could muster, your husband crossing his arms and raising his brows in amusement, and you let out an exasperated sigh.
"i found it on the street. it was hiding under a car from the rain." you pursed your lips. "and you, obviously, decided to bring it home." jack chuckled softly, rubbing his jaw.
"it looked cold and hungry!" you exclaimed, your brows knitting together as you stroked the little animal's fur, "i couldn't find its mom anywhere, the little one was shaking like a leaf under a car. i was worried it'd get hurt."
jack shook his head slightly, sitting down on the couch next to you, throwing his arm around you and pulling you close to him, pressing a kiss on the side of your head, "that's one of the reasons i fell in love with you."
"what is?" you turned your head, letting out a soft chuckle as you looked to him, a fond smile on your husband's lips, jack pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear with a small shrug, "you know. you care for everyone and everything so much. the reason we met was that you saved someone's life. and even though you didn't know him, you stayed with him. first thing you did when we got this place was hang up a birdhouse you built in the backyard. now you went and took in a random kitten because it looked cold and hungry."
you chuckled softly, shaking your head, "i didn't save someone's life. i just happened to have an epipen."
"exactly. you carry an epipen despite not being allergic to anything."
"you save lives every day, jack."
"i do." jack shrugged as if it was nothing, pressing another kiss on your forehead, "but you're one of the reasons i get myself up to do so."
suddenly, jack rose to his feet, holding his hand out for you, "come on."
"what?"
"we can make it to the pet store before it closes. we'll buy some food for the little guy, along with a litter box, just in case. if you want, we can go see if mama cat comes around tomorrow."
you broke out into a wide smile, placing the sleeping kitten onto the couch before taking jack's hand and letting him pull you up, only for you to bring your hands to his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss, jack's hands moving to your waist, pulling you into him.
once you pulled away, jack cocked his head to the side with a grin, "what was that for?"
"for reminding me of one of the reasons i fell in love with you. going along with my crazy whims."
even though you looked out for the kitten's mother, going to the spot you found the little kitten and staying there for a bit, leaving out food, it was nowhere to be found. you even went to the vet to find out that the kitten, although slightly malnourished, was healthy, but unchipped.
and that's how your family of two turned into a family of three. when she was old enough, you got the little one vaccinated, spayed, and chipped.
"what should we call her?" jack asked you one night when you were lying in bed, the cat fast asleep between you two. "i don't think we can call her 'kitty' forever."
"how about... rain?" you raised your brows as you looked to jack, a slight smile on your lips. that was when the sleeping cat decided to open her eyes and let out a quiet meow, as if in acceptance.
jack rolled his eyes, scratching the cat's head, the little one closing its eyes "god, you're sentimental."
you leaned over to press a peck on his lips, but when jack moved to deepen the kiss, you pulled back with narrowed eyes, your lips forming into a mischievous grin.
"careful, or our first kid is gonna be called epipen."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PAIRING ♥︎ red rose reader x ex-husband rafe
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ you come back from your date all giddy, but afterwards you get a knock on your door from your ex-husband who finds out you’re dating someone new.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ takes place when will and reader are just dating! it’s been a while since i wrote smut so i hope this doesn’t suck 😭
RED ROSE જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you walked in through the door with a giddy smile on your face, leaning against the front door, letting out a quiet squeal, stella emerging from the kitchen with a knowing grin.
"wow, it went that well?"
"you would not believe it." you laughed as you pushed away from the door, taking off your jacket and hanging it up, kicking your heels off. he's just... he's amazing."
"you two have been together for six months and you're just now figuring it out?" stella quipped, making you roll your eyes. "i don't know. he still gives me butterflies." you smiled, "was theo behaving alright?"
"oh, yeah. he loves auntie stella. he drew me a picture of us, even though it mostly just looked like two blobs." your best friend grinned, "should we open up a bottle of wine and you can tell me all about how amazing will is?"
"you read my mind." you laughed softly, "there should be some in the kitchen.
after a couple of hours of you talking about your date with will and said bottle of wine later, stella got an uber home while you started cleaning around, putting away theo's toys, washing the dishes, gathering laundry together...
suddenly, the doorbell rang, and for a moment, you thought that maybe stella had forgotten something, but when the doorbell turned into a frantic banging on your front door, you knew it wasn't her, but as you made your way to the front door and looked through the peephole, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
pulling open the door, you launch into a tangeant, "seriously, rafe? next weekend's your weekend with theo, and we've agreed that you'd call if you-"
rafe pushed into your house, turning to you, his jaw clenched in anger, "you're fucking topper's brother?!"
"gee, come on in, rafe!" you huffed, closing the door, "are you fucking topper's brother or not?!"
"keep your voice down!" you hissed, "your son is sleeping, and i don't think you want to wake him up and have me explain to him that daddy dearest barged in acting like a fucking lunatic."
rafe rolled his eyes, but the volume of his voice got lower, "so? is it true? 'cause topper told me you were but i couldn't believe it. thought you had standards."
you narrowed your eyes at his words, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "my dating life is none of your business. we're divorced. need me to spell it out for you?" rafe let out an incredulous laugh, sucking his teeth as he rubbed his jawline, "so you're fucking him."
"will and i aren't fucking. we're together. six months now."
"and you didn't tell me?" "again, rafe, it's my dating life. not yours. i was gonna tell you when i was going to introduce him to theo."
"you're planning on introducing him to our fuckin' son?!"
"keep your voice down!" you snapped, "i'm allowed to have relationships. i'm allowed to move on. maybe you should try doing that too instead of acting like a jealous idiot."
"i can't move on." rafe scoffed, "you think i stopped loving you right after we signed some stupid papers saying we're not together anymore? you were the one who wanted to get divorced."
"well, you agreed to it!" "what the fuck else was i supposed to do?" "you were supposed to be better! you were supposed to fight for me, fight for us, you were supposed to show me you still fucking cared instead of throwing in the towel."
when you finished your tangent, you were out of breath, you and rafe looking at one another with anger, something close to hatred visible on both your faces as your heavy breaths mingled together, rafe's icy blue eyes burrowing into yours.
rafe's large hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a fervent kiss, your head spinning as soon as his lips met yours.
your lips didn't part from his even as you let him lead you to the couch, rafe sitting down as you climbed onto his lap, feeling a damp patch start forming in your panties as you ground down on him, rafe's lips trailing down to your jaw, leading to your neck, the quick, sharp nip he left there making you let out a quiet yelp, made louder by rafe's hand landing a smack on your ass.
"fuck, missed havin' you like this..." rafe mumbled against your neck as he pushed up the skirt of the dress you'd worn on your date with will just a few hours ago, "so fuckin' desperate for me, huh?" you let out a whine, grinding down on his erection, rafe letting out a small groan.
"mmhm..." you hummed as rafe pushed your panties to the side, hearing a slight rip of fabric.
you pulled back from rafe's lips, a slight whine leaving his lips as you let out a quiet giggle, pulling your red dress off over your head, revealing your breasts. rafe wasted no time bringing his lips to your breast, sucking one of your already hardened nipples into your mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it while his thumb rolled the other one around, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips when he pinched it.
you pulled back, a disappointed whine leaving rafe's lips that made you roll your eyes as you started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands.
"you're taking too long." rafe stated, and before you could quip back at him, he'd ripped the shirt open, buttons clattering on the floor in a way that made your eyes widen.
"i don't even wanna ask how much that cost..." you mumbled, your hand going to his chest, running over the ridges of his muscled chest in a way that made rafe's breath hitch, "too fuckin' much."
you let out a squeal as rafe flipped you around so you were lying on the couch, and his body was over yours, the man tugging the remaining fabric of his shirt off and discarding it somewhere on the floor where your dress lay. you bit down on your lower lip, watching as rafe unbuckled his belt, discarding it on the ground with a clink, his lips diving to your neck, pressing heated kisses there, making you let out throaty yelps every time he nipped on your skin.
"fuck, baby, nothing compares to you..." rafe mumbled against your neck. you unbuttoned his pants, helping him discard them, rafe's cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
"mmm... tell me something i don't know."
rafe pulled back with a grin, a glint in his eyes as one of his hands trailed down to your chest, thumb rolling one of your pebbled nipples, his eyes going to your breasts, "forgot how much i missed these pretty tits..."
you grabbed his jaw, forcing rafe to look at you, "there's something else that missed you more." rafe grinned at your words, the man tugging down his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines as rafe moved his hand to your pussy, thick fingers gathering some of your wetness as you shuddered.
"yeah? she miss me this much, huh?" rafe grinned, bringing two of his fingers to his lips, licking the arousal off them, "fuck, you still taste so fucking good."
you let out a small whine when you felt rafe drag his cock over your soaking folds, your body automatically arching into him as if your body was wired to respond to his touch.
"you ready for me?" rafe asked teasingly, lining himself up at your entrance as his thumb traveled to your clit, making you let out a groan, "if you don't fuck me right now, i swear, i'm gonna call will and-"
rafe interrupted you by plunging his cock into you without warning, hitting the spongy spot only he could seem to be able to hit, your back arching off the couch with a loud gasp leaving your lips while a groan left rafe's. "you gonna call who, hm?"
"s-shut up..." you mutter, a self-assured grin on rafe's lips, "that's what i thought."
rafe started off slow, just like he always had. teasing you with measured thrusts that got you worked up, his thumb rolling your clit painfully slow, just enough to keep the spark in your abdomen alit. he'd always liked to make you beg for it. beg for him.
and you weren't above that.
"please, rafe..." you whined, your nails digging into his back, "please what?" "i need you..."
at your plead, rafe's thrusts grew more hurried, more intense.
"god, missed being inside of you..." rafe mumbled into your neck as he continued thrusting into you, your vision growing blurrier with each thrust.
"missed-- missed having you..." you mumbled, making your ex let out a low chuckle as he continued to fuck into you, his thumb putting more pressure on your throbbing clit.
"mmhm, i know you did." rafe grinned into your skin, and you purposefully tightened your walls around him, making rafe groan, his hips bucking up into you out of reflex.
"f-fuck..." you moaned, your nails digging into rafe's back as he continued his thrusts, your eyes rolling back into your head with each one.
"does will make you feel like this?" rafe mumbled, almost spitting out the name of your boyfriend, the heat in your belly growing, the word you spoke next almost pulled out of you, "never..."
rafe's thrusts grew more hurried, the circles he drew on your clit sloppier, but it didn't matter. it didn't matter, because you felt him, and rafe made you feel the way that only he could, made your head spin, made the band in your stomach tighten with every thrust, with every roll of his thumb.
"'m gonna..." you mumble, unable to form more words, "you're gonna come, huh? you gonna come for me?" you hummed at rafe's words, nodding your head, rafe's hips snapping, and you let out a small cry at the harsh thrust of his hips.
that was what did it.
you could feel yourself coming undone, your nails digging into his skin as rafe gasped, feeling your cunt fluttering around his cock, pulling you towards him, the man letting out a noise between a gasp and a groan.
when your walls tightened around rafe's cock, he couldn't help it. his hips twitched, his hands on your thighs dug in deeper, pulling you into him while you were still twitching from your orgasm.
you could feel him. you could feel his cum painting your walls white, but you couldn't get yourself to care, still too dizzy from your own orgasm, rafe's forehead pressed against yours.
"this can... never happen again." you mumbled.
rafe chuckled, pulling back, making you feel the emptiness he left inside of you, "yeah. it can't."
you sat up, biting down on your lower lip, "after today. and... it is one in the morning right now. so technically..."
rafe grinned, pulling you close to him, "we have twenty-three hours."
SYNOPSIS: you wake up after a night out with sarah and the rest of the bridal party, and have a talk with rafe. the reason why you and rafe broke up is revealed.
TAGS: flashbacks. fluff. angst.
SONG: one more july - prettything
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has been in my drafts since november… but to the five remaining TAOR fans this is for you! also this is one of my all time favorite songs.
THE ART OF REDISCOVERY ♡ PLAYLIST
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you woke up feeling like were in someone else's body, still slightly drunk from the night before. letting out a groan, you picked your phone up off the nightstand, your eyes zeroing in on two new texts you'd received, opening the text chain with a sigh.
YOU [02:21] : ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:10
YOU [02:22] : ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 1:01
andres ❤️ [06:03] : Well that was a lovely thing to wake up to 😂
andres ❤️ [06:03] : I take it you had a fun night?
YOU [11:31] : god, i’m so sorry 😭 i went out with some friends and had a bit too much.
after a few more minutes of lying in bed, trying to get your head on straight, you slipped your feet into a pair of fluffy slippers, wrapping your cardigan around you as you made your way downstairs.
you could hear someone humming in the kitchen, and as you rounded the corner, you could see that sarah was bustling in there, standing in front of a stove.
"jesus, how can you be so chipper?" you groaned, flopping down onto one of the stools, rubbing your forehead. sarah chuckled, turning to face you, "you outdrank all of us, girl." "next time, please remind me that i'm no longer in college and can no longer party like i am, and that in adulthood hangovers last weeks." "you got it." "tell me i didn't do anything embarrassing?" "oh, you told us your biggest secrets."
your eyes widened at sarah's words, only for the girl to burst into laughter, "no, you're good. you just danced a lot and seemed to have a good time. how are you feeling?" "like i could down one of those huge sandwiches from scooby-doo and even that wouldn't fill me."
"well..." sarah turned to the fridge, pulling out a styrofoam box and placing it in front of you, "it's not quite a scooby sandwich, but should do some damage."
you opened the box, letting out a gasp, "we got kebabs?"
"yup. you saw a kebab shop across the bar and told us that kebab was 'the staple drunk food', and when we got to the place, you said you wanted two, because, and i quote, 'hungover me is hungry so i'll get one for her too'." sarah laughed.
you pressed your hands together, imitating a prayer, "thank you drunken me. you're a genius."
rafe looked as if he was a robot that was malfunctioning. his mouth opening and closing, his eyes that were filled with sleep just moments ago now wide open, "w-what?"
"i'm not sure yet. but my period's two weeks late, and it's never been late. ever."
"periods can be late for many reasons, like st-"
"i know stress can make my periods late!" you snapped, taking in a deep breath, "but my period is never late."
"we... we should get a test. just in case."
"i have one." you swallowed, getting out of bed and going to your purse, digging through it before showing rafe a beat-up pregnancy test box.
"you should take it." rafe spoke, getting out of bed and walking to you, lifting up your chin before placing both his hands on your shoulders, "whatever it says, i'll be here. no matter what."
"no more glasses?" were the first words you said to your first love after you found him sitting at the bar you'd suggested you'd meet at; rafe turned his head, letting out a chuckle and lifting up his glass of whiskey.
"contacts." rafe chuckled as you sat down next to him, bringing your face close to his. "you look much cuter with your glasses."
"i remember you telling me i looked dreamy without my glasses." "that was a lifetime ago, when you wore your glasses daily. and i also remember a time when you tried to take them off but i made you keep them on." "well... i do have my glasses in my room."
you let out a soft chuckle, bringing your hand to his, intertwining your fingers. "i guess you gotta show me. i need proper proof."
rafe chuckled, but you could spot the slight blush on his cheek, "are you hitting on me?"
you gasped dramatically, "i would never." you laughed, "i'm just curious if you still look like the boy i fell in love with."
"then i guess i'll have to show you."
you sat on the railing of the cameron house patio, eyes pressed closed, listening to the waves of the ocean, bringing the cigarette to your lips every now and then before breathing the smoke out, thinking about how everything somehow got so twisted.
"i thought you quit."
you turned to the door to see rafe standing there, a soft chuckle leaving your lips, "i did. but little slips are alright when you're under a lot of stress. don't tell on me." you winked.
you saw rafe's lips twitching up at your quip, but he still came closer to you, leaning againsst the railing, "why are you so stressed, then? worried i'm gonna tell your fiancé about what happened two months ago?"
you let out a snort, putting out your cigarette and throwing the butt into the yard before bringing your face dangerously close to rafe's, smiling, "you don't know a thing about me and my fiancé. so stop acting like you do. because when it comes to having control over someone..."
you traced your thumb on rafe's lower lip, the man staring at you in awe, "we both know i beat you at that game."
you walked to the door, about to walk in before you felt rafe's hand around your wrist, spinning you so you were facing him, "are you sure?" he spoke in a low tone, pinning you against the door, "i'm not the same guy you knew all those years ago."
your heart was pounding against your chest, and for a moment, your words felt like they were stuck in your throat. but you swallowed, looking up at him with a smile on your face, "maybe not. but i still know you better than you know yourself."
you pulled rafe's hand from your wrist, turning around and pulling the door, disappearing inside as rafe watched the door close behind you.
"it was..." rafe squeaked, before clearing his throat, voice becoming firmer, "it was great." "i'm sure." you chuckled, pulling the door open and going back inside.
you walked out of the bathroom adjoined to rafe's room, holding the test and placing it on his desk, "it should take a couple minutes." you mumbled, walking to rafe and sitting down next to him on his bed, the boy taking your hand in his.
"no matter what it says, i will-"
"we should break up." you interrupted rafe's sentence, looking into his eyes, the boy's eyes widening, his brows furrowing as his lips formed words that wouldn't leave his mouth, until he breathed out the word "why..."
"because." you cupped rafe's cheek, "whatever that test says, i don't want a child yet. i'm... i'm just starting to live."
"we could live together." he mumbled. "rafe..." you whispered, cupping your boyfriend's cheek, "you're already struggling, trying to focus on your studies while trying to maintain our relationship. there's a big distance between us. imagine adding a baby to that."
rafe spoke hurriedly, "i can quit school, i can move to you, and-"
"i don't want you to do that. i want you to do what you always meant to do." you said with finality, before taking in a deep breath, "and… i don't want to do that myself. i just landed an amazing role. having a baby could ruin that. acting is something i've wanted to do for years."
"but we could-"
"rafe, you started your studies because you were determined to help women like your mom to get better. that's one of the reasons i fell in love with you. because... you want to help people. and even if the test is negative... i want you to focus on that. not on me. and that's why... we shouldn't be together. no matter what it says. but maybe one day… when the time is right… we could. but this baby was not in either one of our plans."
rafe pressed his eyes closed, but he couldn't get himself to protest; he knew you were right. he had been losing sleep, he had been behind on his classes.
rafe's eyes opened when your phone's timer went off, watching as you turned it off and got off the bed, walking to his desk and picking up the test with a sigh of relief. "it's negative."
after rafe stared at the door you closed behind you, he came to his senses, pulling the door wide open without caring if it'd close behind him, trailing after you with determination, before he finally reached you.
rafe grabbed your elbow, spinning you around, and before you could get another word in, the man pressed his lips to yours, his free hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you to him as he kissed you with all the hatred, desire, love he felt about you in that moment.
he pulled back from the kiss, his forehead pressed against you, his breath still mingling with yours, and whispered.
"just like two months ago."
IN A BEDROOM NOT SO FAR AWAY...
"do you wanna know what she told me last night?" sarah squealed, a cup of tea in her hands.
"you'll tell me even whatever i say." john b chuckled.
🌌 nerd!rafe gets shy over having morning wood with pervert!reader ₊˚⛅.ೃ࿔*:🌻･
it had taken some time for rafe to get comfortable with how sexual of a person you were compared to him. when you'd met, you had a lot more experience compared to his… complete lack of experience. you weren't shy about it, and rafe had no problem with it. he liked you, and something as trivial as to who you were with before him didn't matter.
even once your relationship got more intimate, rafe was still somewhat shy when it came to sex, especially initiating it.
you and rafe had spent the night staying up late watching movies on his laptop, with you in his arms, wearing a pair of rafe’s boxer shorts and one of his sweatshirts as pajamas, snuggling up to him and falling asleep halfway through the third movie.
rafe looked to you when he heard the soft snores you let out in your sleep, a small smile taking over his lips. he closed the laptop, putting it aside and reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.
pressing a small kiss on your forehead, your boyfriend pulled you close before pressing his own eyes shut.
rafe was the first to wake up when the morning came, sunlight filtering in through the blinds. you'd turned around in rafe's arms in your sleep so your back was to his chest, but you were still letting out soft, dulcet snores in your sleep.
there was a slight warmth creeping up rafe's neck as he tried to adjust the bulge in his boxer shorts as discreetly as possible. no, morning erections weren't rare for him, but it seemed to especially happen every time he slept next to you.
usually he'd manage to get it in control before you awoke, but you started stirring in rafe's arms that he by now knew was a sign that you weren't going to be asleep for long.
you let out a soft mumble, still half-asleep, smacking your lips together as you spoke, your voice still heavy with sleep. "mornin'..."
"good morning, cutie." rafe leaned in to press a kiss on your shoulder, while trying to distance the lower half of his body away from you as an attempt to hide his... problem. "how'd you sleep?"
"i slept well." you turned around in rafe's arms to face him, a sleepy smile on your lips, "i always sleep well when i sleep next to you." "well, i'm honored." rafe brought his hand to your cheek, softly stroking the skin there with his thumb.
you brought your lips to rafe's, kissing him slowly, lazily moving your lips against his, pressing your body closer to his, a small grin appearing on your lips when you feel his erection through his boxer shorts, teasingly rolling your hips in a way that makes rafe let out a shaky breath as he pulls back from the kiss.
"sorry..." rafe mumbled, looking at you bashfully, his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks turning red.
"for what?" you laughed softly.
"that... seems to happen every time we sleep together. literally. but i, uh, usually have it under control before you wake up."
you let out a soft laugh, pushing rafe to lie on his back, moving to straddle him, "you're telling me we could've been having morning sex whenever i've slept over, but you decided to practice 'self control' instead?" you raised your brows playfully.
"i... didn't wanna make you feel... obligated."
you roll your eyes, tugging rafe's sweatshirt off your body and throwing it onto the floor, "i would be happy to help you with your problem." you grinned, before bringing your lips to his.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ i love this premise, i’ve had this idea for months! i’m considering writing for them more so lmk if you’re interested!
જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
never have a child with a drug dealer.
to most girls, it's common sense; anyone with a functioning brain would know that drug dealers aren't exactly 'husband material'. but when you're young and impressionable, and a handsome bad boy archetype from the wrong side of the tracks shows interest in you, your head can start spinning, and you start making idiotic decisions.
there was something about rafe; something that pulled you to him from the moment your eyes met at a party your friends had dragged you to. he charmed you, swept you off your feet like it was a form of art, sweeping you off your feet. that's how you ended up in this situation.
anastasia was teething, which meant that you'd slept for around seven hours within the past week, and you'd just gotten your daughter to sleep, thinking that maybe you could have a nice, warm bath to rid yourself of the feeling that you were covered in spit-up, have a glass of wine and get ten-pages into a new book until falling asleep on your couch.
but your idea of a nice night was shattered there was a knock on your door. you let out an exasperated sigh, making your way to the door, your eyes widening at the sight of your child's father covered in bruises, and rafe stumbled in through the doorway like he lived there.
"what the hell?" were the first words that left your lips as rafe crashed down on your couch with a thud. "go ahead, let yourself in." you mumbled, a loud groan leaving rafe's lips, "rafe, be quiet! our daughter is finally sleeping."
"i'm sorry that i inconvenience you so much by getting beat up."
"you better be sorry, because this shit really-" your words died down in your throat as you turned around to get a proper look at rafe's face, already having forgotten the state he was in because of your annoyance at him; one of his eyes was dark purple and swollen shut, the other one on its way there, cuts and bruises all over his body, the front of his white wifebeater turning red.
"fuck." you muttered under your breath, bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose and taking a deep breath, "i'll help you. just be quiet."
you fetched your first-aid kit from your bathroom cabinet along with a bag of frozen peas from the kitchen, "keep this on your eye." you mumbled, placing the bag over rafe's swollen eye, the man placing his hand over yours, only for you to pull your hand out from underneath, "you should really be going to a hospital…"
"can't, baby. they'd ask questions i can't answer."
you lifted up his wifebeater, nasty bruises littering rafe's chiseled chest that made your heart ache, blood matted on his skin. rafe let out a hiss when you cleaned the stabwound on his stomach with an antiseptic, making you roll your eyes. "you've been stabbed, and you're whining about a little antiseptic."
"maybe i want you to feel sorry for me." rafe let out a deep chuckle, "trust me, the only one i feel sorry for is me for ever getting involved with you..."
"god, you're a cruel woman." "i'm not being nearly as cruel as i have the right to be... you seriously gotta stop this. you're lucky this isn't any deeper."
"what, you worried about me now? what happened to 'you stress me out too much, i can't keep doing this'?" "i still stand by that. doesn't mean i can't worry about you..."
after managing to close the wound on rafe's stomach with adhesive and wrapping a bandage around his midsection, you tended to his smaller wounds, cleaning his beat-up knuckles and forcing painkillers down his throat before helping rafe into your bedroom, the man groaning with each step, but when you got him to bed and just you were about to leave, rafe's hand weakly grasped your wrist.
"stay with me for a bit."
you turned to look at him, rafe's cut-up lip quirking up slightly. you took in a deep breath, lying down next to him, rafe's fingers intertwining with yours.
god, he had such a stupidly charming way to him.
after a while, rafe spoke again, voice slightly raspy and slurred, "so, how's our little girl?" "you're acting like you care, now?" "c'mon. you know you two are the only ones i care about."
"she's good." you turned to look at rafe, "been fussy lately. she's teething."
"that's my girl." rafe let out a chuckle, "i bet she's gotten bigger since i last saw her." "babies tend to do that. it's not like you're around here often."
"didn't think you wanted me around." rafe shrugged.
"all i want is for my daughter to be safe."
"i'll keep her safe. i promise." you wanted to scoff at rafe's words; his profession was the antonym of safe. but the earnestness in his blue eyes made you hold your tongue, as you looked up at the ceiling, squeezing rafe's hand.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ when rafe tells you that you should be less touchy with one another, you decide to make it into a challenge about who touches the other first.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ TAGS ♥︎ fluff. smut. MDNI! ꒰𝟏.𝟕𝐤꒱
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ the first part of my anthology collection about each of my readers’ love languages is finally here!! i hope you enjoy.
PERVERT જ⁀➴ ♥︎ LOVE LANGUAGES ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you had always been a very physical person. in relationships, not only did you love the sexual aspect, but also cuddling, holding hands, little forehead kisses, public displays of affection… even with your friends, you'd always been physically affectionate.
rafe had always been the opposite. he didn't have much relationship experience before you, so it took him some time to get used to how affectionate you could be.
he wasn't used to holding someone's hand whenever he left his dorm, wasn't used to being pulled into a kiss in broad daylight as you were walking to go get coffee for your study session, wasn't used to holding someone in his sleep.
so, him bringing up taking physical distance from you... was slightly jarring.
"i think we should take some space from one another."
you stared at rafe as if he grew another head. "what?"
"i mean... physical space. like, you don't touch me that often." "why... do you think that?" "well, you're really used to being touchy, and us touching each other overall. no matter where we are. but it's not really something... i'm used to. i'm not used to cuddling, holding hands, random kissing."
you narrowed your eyes at rafe, crossing your arms, "alright. let's make it a challenge, then." "a challenge?" rafe furrowed his brows, "yeah. a challenge. we do what we usually do, we're together and everything... but we don't touch each other."
"that doesn't really make sense, though." "how come?" "because you're going to lose. i want physical distance between us, but you told me yourself that you're used to being physical with who you're with."
"and i am." you shrugged, "but since you need space, i want us to see how long you can really go without physical affection from me." "alright. we can do that if you really want to."
you grinned, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, "starting now, no kissing, hugging, holding hands, cuddling, sex, none of that. high fives and fist-bumps are alright, nothing more."
"alright." rafe laughed softly, "if you insist. what does the winner get?" "eternal bragging rights." you smiled confidently; you might love physical affection with rafe. but what you love more is winning, and proving him wrong.
"also, we can't sleep next to each other. because i automatically cling to people when i sleep." rafe smiled softly at your statement, and that already made you want to kiss his lips numb.
'tips on tempting your boyfriend', 'how to seduce a man', 'how to make yourself irresistible to a man'... your laptop had a bunch of tabs open on websites about seducing your boyfriend as you occasionally took sips from your iced latte, writing down on your notebook.
"are you studying? that's not like you." your friend chloe sat opposite you, her brows furrowed, "ew. of course i'm not." you laughed, shaking your head.
"rafe and i have this challenge where we're trying not to be physically affecionate with one another, so i'm trying to figure out a way to make him cave in. so far i've decided to tease him, by not texting him that often and when i do text him, it's very casual, by wearing revealing clothes, by sending him pictures of myself in barely any clothing, and overall just teasing him and using my feminine wiles."
"isn't that... kind of manipulative?"
"is it manipulative to prove to my boyfriend that he can't survive without touching me after he said he wanted us to not be as touchy as we usually are?" "yeah, i think that's pretty much textbook manipulation." chloe raised her brows.
"well, maybe it's a little manipulative. but i just want him to get that there's a reason i'm so touchy with him. it's how i show love."
"alright." chloe laughed softly, "just don't drive him insane."
first phase
you started off small. when rafe sent his usual text after his classes ended that said, 'Out of class, On my way! to my room to game.' you simply reacted to it with a thumbs-up. a few hours later, you received another message, 'So what are you up to?'
you bit down on your lower lip; he was already taking your bait.
you took a picture of yourself through your vanity mirror, wearing nothing but your underwear, making sure you were emphasizing your cleavage, leaning forward.
'nothing much. just going to a party with my girls.'
you received a reply seconds later, 'aw :( i was hoping we could have a movie night tonight.'
you laughed softly, 'maybe tomorrow. remember, it's my turn to pick. i'll come to yours at six?' 'deal.'
the truth was, you had no plans for the night. but your boyfriend didn't have to know that. that night, instead of going to a party with your friends, you went to the mall. you might have splurged a little too much on lingerie, clothes, and a few perfumes the sales associate referred to as 'irresistible'.
the evening after, you knocked on rafe's door, wearing his favorite pajamas; a pair of heart-patterned shorts along with a star wars shirt you'd stolen from him, knowing the combination would make him go crazy.
when rafe opened the door, you simply cocked your head to the side with a feigned innocent smile, "should we watch a movie, then?"
it was your turn to choose the movie; and you'd decided on the secretary; putting up a barrier made up of blankets between you and your boyfriend to make sure neither one of you would touch the other.
but as you watched the male lead spank the female lead, you couldn't help but grind yourself against the blanket, a small whine leaving your lips. you looked to rafe, a small chuckle leaving your lips, "sorry."
"it's- it's cool." rafe cleared his throat.
for the rest of the movie, rafe's eyes were on you, not missing each move of your hips as your bare leg was draped over the blanket.
when the movie was finally over, rafe turned to you, closing some of the distance between you two, and as he breathed in, he got a whiff of your new perfume.
"you smell… nice. different."
"you think so?" you giggled under your breath, "i'm just trying out a new perfume."
you didn't know it, but all rafe wanted to do was pull you into his arms and bury his face in your neck. and once you'd left, he could still smell your perfume in his sheets, the man picturing that you were still there.
second phase
you'd spent an absurd amount of money on new lingerie, but now you were spending even more time taking pictures of yourself in said lingerie. you sent three pictures to him with the caption 'miss you <3'
only for rafe to reply with 'miss you too.'
god, nothing was working.
but what you didn't know was that rafe was going through the same struggle.
he was stroking his cock, his hand lubed up, eyes pressed closed, occasionally taking a look at a picture of your half-bare body, imagining that it was your hand on his cock as he spilled his come all over his stomach.
but it didn't feel as any bit as satisfying as when he spilled himself into you, or like having your hand on his cock as you whispered into his ear, "don't you dare come." as you stroked him faster.
third phase
it was time to bring in the big guns. almost-ignoring rafe hadn't worked, showing up to his room in an outfit you were sure was going to get him, and sending him half-naked pictures of yourself hadn't worked.
it was time to resort to the one primal emotion you were sure would wreck him.
jealousy.
you decided to invite rafe to a frat party you were going to with your friends, wearing a new dress you'd just bought. and as guy after guy approached you, trying their cheesy pick-up lines on you that you giggled at, letting them down easy by telling them you had a boyfriend, pointing your head at rafe, you expected him to be jealous.
but he wasn't.
he simply smiled at the other men, nodding his head when you mentioned your boyfriend.
when you decided to leave the party, the entire walk to the men's dormitory was silent, and as you arrived at rafe's room, still feeling slightly buzzed, you practically slammed the door, sitting down next to him on his bed.
"why weren't you jealous?"
"was i supposed to be...?" rafe asked, raising his brows in confusion. "yes, you were! guys were hitting on me! you should be jealous!"
"were you... trying to make me jealous?" "well, duh!" you exclaimed in frustration, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "but... why?" "because you don't need me!"
"what?" rafe laughed softly, "what do you mean by that?" "you told me that you don't want to be so physical with me, which is why i made up this entire challenge. and i kept trying to prove that you needed me, needed physical affection from me, but it didn't affect you at all!" you whined, looking down at his sheets.
"baby." rafe cupped your cheeks, lifting your head up so that you were facing him, "you're right. i don't need you. but i want you, and i care about you. i didn't get jealous because i know you. and i know you would never do anything to hurt me."
"but you said you wanted distance from me, rafe."
"that's because-" rafe sighed, "that's because i'm not used to physical affection. not in the way that you are." "but it's the way i show people i love them. if you don't like it then you can't like me."
rafe chuckled softly, "i do like it. i love it, just like i love you. but i'm just not used to it. fuck, this challenge has been just as hard to me as it has been for you, if not even harder." "really?" you raised your brows, "yes, really. every night before i went to sleep, all i could think about was you. every night, i dreamt about you. and every morning, all i wanted to do was pull you into my arms. but you weren't there. and i want you there."
"i wanna be there too..."
"then be there." rafe smiled, pulling you into a kiss.
SYNOPSIS: you reminisce on the first (and last) time you visited boston. rafe goes out with another woman while you try to forget that you're engaged.
TAGS: flashbacks. fluff. angst.
SONG: i hate boston - reneé rapp
AUTHOR'S NOTE: it’s almost a month since the last chapter; but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless 🤍
THE ART OF REDISCOVERY ♡ PLAYLIST
as you and sarah walked into the bar you were supposed to meet her friends at, you only had a single goal in your mind; to get so mind-numbingly hammered you wouldn't have to think about men, whether it was rafe or andres.
after sarah had introduced you to her maid-of-honor, kiara, and her other bridesmaid, cleo, the four of you found a table with a few rounds of shots gathered on a tray.
"so, how long have you guys known each other?" you asked, throwing back a shot, a pleasant burn in the back of your throat as you did so. "we met cleo ten-something years ago, but kie and i have known each other even longer." sarah laughed, "it's been forever." "it's all kind of blurred out."
"geez." you laugh softly, lifting up another shot glass, "that... truly is forever. here's to ten-something years."
rafe was sitting across from sofia, his plate mostly untouched even as the woman was eating, her lips set in an inquisitive purse, "rafe? everything alright?"
"hm?" rafe looked up, his cheeks feeling warm when he realized he'd been caught, scratching the back of his neck, "yeah. yeah, i'm good. just… have a lot on my mind."
"you can talk to me." sofia smiled kindly, her hazel eyes seeking for eye contact from his blue ones, the man taking in a deep breath and clearing his throat, "you remember the woman from the other day? she's… kind of my ex-girlfriend." "kind of?" sofia chuckled with raised brows, making rafe roll his eyes even as his lips quirked up into a smile, "we were together for a long time, but we broke up three years ago. but… it's still weird being around her. i haven't really processed it all. i just tend to bury myself in work."
"how long were you together?" "four years. almost five." "well, which one of you ended it?" sofia's question made rafe chuckle, before the man finally took a bite of his steak, "that… is much more difficult to answer."
"i'm so glad you finally came to visit me here." rafe pulled you into his embrace, even as you stood in the middle of the airport, his lips etched in a permanent smile since you'd told him you got a week off and would come and spend it with your boyfriend in boston.
"not all of us can afford a private jet for a weekend trip." you raised your brows teasingly, "well, i've told you many, many times how happy i'd be to give you money for a plane ticket."
"and i've told you many, many times how i hate handouts. besides, private jets are really bad for the environment. aren't scientists supposed to be environmentally conscious, dr. cameron?"
"not a doctor yet." rafe pressed a kiss on your forehead, "and it's selfish, but you matter more to me." he grinned, "i can't wait for you to meet my friends, and for you to finally see all my favorite spots around here."
"i can't wait either." you pushed some of his hair away from his face, leaning closer to him, "but first i wanna see your apartment."
"oh? whatever for?" the man grinned. "i haven't seen you in almost two months, and there's no one to bother us there. do the math, genius."
"so, i don't normally engage in gossip, but when sarah told us that you were coming to the wedding-" "she googled the crap out of you." cleo interrupted, causing kie to softly smack her forearm, "what? it's true!"
you let out a soft chuckle, "it's okay. i kind of stalked your instagrams. i don't know if you noticed, but i reposted the turtle charity in your bio, kie." "i did! we got a lot of attention from it." the girl grins, "but we might've seen something about an engagement. where's the ring?"
you looked to your left hand with a chuckle, a visible tan line where your ring usually rested, "oh, i don't wanna talk about that. it's sarah's night." "i wanna know!" sarah insisted, and you rolled your eyes with a soft chuckle, "i didn't wanna lose it. andres designed it himself, and it's worth quite a bit, so i always worry i'll either lose it or someone'll steal it."
"how is andres? and no need to say sexy, 'cause we already know." cleo grinned, "he's... amazing. he's really sweet and thoughtful. it really feels like i'm marrying my best friend."
"aw, that's how marriage is supposed to feel like!" sarah exclaimed, "john b. feels like my best friend." "hey!" kiara gasped, "after you, of course!" kiara rolled her eyes, "alright, so what kind of wedding are you gonna have?"
"i think i want a long engagement. but when it's time for wedding planning... well, andres wants a big wedding but when i picture myself getting married..." it's me marrying rafe, "it's always just a small affair with people i love the most."
"no matter what you do, you better invite us!" cleo shouted over the music, "of course!"
when kiara and cleo left the booth and made their way to the dancefloor, you and sarah were left by yourselves, a glass of whiskey in front of you and a sex on the beach in front of sarah.
"i hope things aren't awkward for you." sarah bit her lower lip, and you let out a soft chuckle, taking a sip of your whiskey, feeling it burn your throat as it went down, "what do you mean?"
"with rafe. i know it's been ages since the two of you last saw each other, and with you being one of my bridesmaids... i hope it's not weird."
"no, of course it's not weird. like you said, it's been ages."
you were surprised by how welcoming rafe's friends were; like they'd known you forever. two of his friends, emmelie and sage, had gone so far as to host a dinner party just for you.
"god, this garlic bread is to die for." your eyes rolled back, sage letting out a soft laugh, "that's all em. she's amazing at baking, but make her cook something and she's like a fish out of water." "hey!" her girlfriend nudged sage's shoulder, "that's rude. i make excellent ramen. but it is true, sage is much better at cooking than i am. that's why we're the perfect pair."
"i like to think that the only thing i need is the skill to bring the bread home." tyler shrugged, "no wonder you haven't had a girlfriend since high school, then." rafe snorted, "hey, man!"
"just wait until dessert. em made her world-famous orange-chocolate cheesecake. it truly is to die for." sage groaned, taking emmelie's hand in hers and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. "you need to come by more often! she only does this much when we have guests."
"i'll try." you laugh.
"is something wrong?" emmelie frowned, looking from you to your wine glass, still full of the white wine she'd poured, "rafe told us cheap wine was your guilty pleasure, and i wasn't sure if he was joking, so i got us the best cheap wine i know, but if it's not to your taste, we have-"
"oh, no!" you laugh softly, shrugging her off, "my best friend rielle and i just got stupidly drunk last weekend after she sold the film rights to one of her books and i swear, i can still taste my stomach acid in my mouth."
rafe's friends laughed, only for your phone to start ringing. when you turned it over, it was rielle. "speak of the devil. i should take this. knowing her, our apartment could be flooded."
sage and emmelie grinned, leaning in closer to rafe, sage's voice a quiet, conspiratiorial whisper, "so? did you ask her yet?"
"em, you told sage?" rafe furrowed his brows, "oh, mon dieu! she's my soulmate. of course, i told her. so, did you ask her yet?"
"not yet." rafe chuckled softly, "but i rented a boat, and i think i'll do it tomorrow." "in the middle of the ocean? dude, she has to say yes. she has nowhere to escape." tyler snorted. "just- just shut up." rafe groaned.
"hi, rielle. i can't talk for too long, we're having dinner with rafe's friends." "alright, i'll get right into it, then. did you tell him yet?" "no. i'll... i'll try to tell him tomorrow." you spoke quietly, "i just... i need to prepare myself." "text me as soon as you do it. i love you." "love you too, doofus."
you walked back to the table, feigning the best smile you possibly could, "she just forgot what our wi-fi password was, even though she set it. it's jensenackles123."
your roommate was out with her boyfriend, a glass of wine set in front of you as you rewatched episodes of buffy the vampire slayer that you'd seen about a million times now, only for your phone to ping. furrowing your brows, you picked it up, your eyes widening once you saw the person you'd received two messages from.
RAFE CAMERON (10:37PM) : I saw that someone's now an Oscar noiminee. Congratulations.
RAFE CAMERON (10:40PM) : Are you currently in LA? I have a conference here, and I thought it'd be fun to catch up. Let me know.
your fingers slid across the screen before you could even think about what you were doing; and even though you knew it was because you secretly wanted to do it and not because of the two glasses of wine you'd consumed, you still blame it on the wine.
YOU (10:43PM) : there's a bar near my place. really discreet.
"i'm sorry you had to listen to me talk about my ex so much..." rafe mumbled as he sat in his car, sofia sitting on the passenger seat, "i didn't mean to vent. it's just that... there's a lot of history between us."
"don't worry." sofia brought her hand to rest over his on the shift gear, "i understand. five years is a long time. she was a big part of your life."
rafe smiled, leaning closer to press a kiss on sofia's cheek, "well, i'd love to see you again while i'm in town."
"i'd like that too."
rafe sat at the bar of the place you'd suggested; he'd already ordered himself a beer along with a glass of the bar's cheapest white wine for the woman he hoped would show up.
he could understand being five minutes late. even fifteen minutes late. but it had been thirty minutes, and he'd already finished his beer and was almost onto his second glass of whiskey. he should just go back to his hotel; he was an idiot to think that you'd show up.
but then a miracle came in the form of the bell above the bar door ringing.
when you walked towards rafe, your face was clean of any makeup, and you were wearing a pair of leggings and a loose, baby pink sweater; looking the most beautiful you'd ever looked, and then you sat yourself right next to him, taking a sip of the glass in front of you. when you tasted it, you looked to him with raised brows, "how much was this?"
"four dollars per glass. overpriced, if you ask me."
"totally." you chuckled softly, biting down on your lower lip, "it's been a while, rafe."
rafe had always been a light sleeper, so it was no surprise that he'd wake up to the sound of you... letting out soft sobs into one of his pillows?
he immediately sat up, his hand going to stroke your back, only for you to flinch and pull away, continuing to cry into the pillow. your boyfriend furrowed his brows, gently reaching over to pull the pillow away from your face, he saw that your eyes were puffy, your cheeks glimmering with tears, "what is it?"
"i think," you sniffled, "i think i might be pregnant."
༉‧₊˚. sunshine!reader comforts rafe after a fight with ward.
if it weren’t for you, rafe would go crazy after every fight with his dad.
every time, without failure, rafe would drive over to your house without your knowledge, only texting you two words when his truck pulls up outside your house.
RAFE ♡ [11:35PM] : need you.
you smuck out through your bedroom window, climbing down with the help of the apple tree outside it, still in your pajamas, your snoopy slippers still on your feet; rafe flashed his headlights once so you’d be able to make out his truck in the dark, and you rushed over to him.
"what's wrong?" you asked as soon as you got into rafe's car, only for the boy to pull you into his arms, hiding his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume. you brought your hand to the back of his head, gently stroking.
after a while, rafe pulled away and started driving, his large hand still clasped with yours. the two of you didn’t talk, but you knew where you were going; the same place you always escaped to when one of you was upset.
it wasn’t long until rafe pulled up at the cliffside and you got out of the car, the two of you lying on the ground on the blanket rafe always kept in his car for you, his arm wrapped around you. “what happened?” you asked softly, drawing patterns on your boyfriend’s chest through his shirt. rafe took in a deep breath, eyes glued to the dark blue sky that was dotted with stars.
“the usual. him telling me that i’m nothing but a fuckin’ disappointment.” rafe stroked your head, “rafe…” “he’s not wrong true.” rafe let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “i didn’t even bother to go to college.” “his opinion doesn’t matter…”
rafe scoffed, sitting up abruptly, “it fuckin’ matters to me.”
you let out a quiet sigh, sitting up along with him and pressing your hand on his shoulder, “i know.” you brushed some of his hair away from his face, “it just hurts to watch you let him to put you down.” you took rafe’s hand in yours, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles, “there are people who love you even if you aren’t perfect.” “like you?” “where’d you get that idea? i just said people.” you teased, making rafe roll his eyes, even if his lips quirked up slightly.
you pressed a gentle kiss on rafe’s lips, your hand on his cheek, thumb stroking his cheek, “he doesn’t matter.” you whispered, rafe nodding his head.
and when the two of you laid back down, your head resting on rafe’s chest, a pair of wired earbuds connected to his phone as it played the playlist you’d made together, one earbud in his ear and the other in yours as you hummed the tune quietly, the boy feeling the vibrations on his chest, rafe started to believe that nothing else really mattered.
༄.° husband!clark doesn’t want you to get cold. (๑-﹏-๑) clark kent masterlist ♡
your husband is your personal worrywart of a weather report.
"i think you should put a sweater over that, sweetheart." clark said after you'd finished getting dressed for work. "why? it's not even that cold outside." you chuckled softly as you pulled down the hem of your turtleneck, "the forecast said that it'll be colder in the evening, though." "i think i'll be fine." you pressed a kiss on his cheek while clark's lips were pursed in an unconvinced manner "i've gotta go, or i'm gonna be late. see you tonight."
when you came back to your shared apartment that night, you were shivering, your wet hair sticking to your face from the rain and teeth chattering, "you were right! i should've worn that sweater…" you peeled your coat off, rubbing your cold hands together and making your way to the living room, a fire already blazing in the fireplace. you sniffled, sitting down on a blanket that had been set up in front of the fire, peeling off the socks that had gotten wet inside your shoes and putting on the pair of woolly socks that were next to you.
clark came out of the kitchen, holding a tray that had two cups on it. "i made hot chocolate." he smiled, setting the tray down in front of you; the cups were the ones you and clark had made in a ceramics class you'd taken together.
"thank god." you groaned and brought the cup to your lips as clark sat down next to you; you could feel the hot chocolate warm up your throat as it went down. "don't say i told you so." you warned him with a pointed finger as clark wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you close to him, "i would never. but-"
before clark could even get the full sentence out, you smacked his chest gently, making your husband let out a soft laugh as he pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. "don't worry. i'm here to keep you warm." he mumbled, warm hands snaking under your shirt, causing shivers to run down your spine as you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
"i guess marrying an alien does have it's perks…" you sighed contentedly as clark started pressing kisses on the side of your neck, "i get my very own heater." your statement made clark let out a soft chuckle, and you could feel the vibrations of it on your skin. "do you know what might help a little more, though?"
"what?" clark raised his head, his hair slightly unruly. you took a sip of your hot chocolate before putting it down next to you. "if we didn't have any clothes on." you raised your brows suggestively, undoing the top button of your husband's button-up.
and although clark laughed, his own hands moved to help you unbutton his shirt.
SUMMARY: set five years after they finished college, the art of rediscovery tells the story of their lives after college, how they managed their relationship, its eventual end, their lives after it, and their reunion at rafe's sister's wedding.
you were rafe cameron's first love, and when your relationship ended, he knew you'd be the last. while rafe went to study for a PHD in biomedical science in boston, you went off to los angeles to chase your dreams of being an actress.
now, five years later, when you get invited to sarah cameron's wedding, you're forced to spend two weeks in the same house with your first love under the hot summer sun.
what could go wrong...?
CHAPTERS 🌺
PROLOGUE ⋮ ONE ⋮ TWO ⋮ THREE ⋮ FOUR ⋮ FIVE ⋮ SIX ⋮ SEVEN ⋮ EIGHT ⋮ NINE ⋮ TEN ⋮
♡ summary: you go to sarah’s wedding only for you to be faced with someone you didn’t want to.
♡ warnings / tags: none!
♡ author's note: my new series! this part is a bit short but the next one will be longer!!
SERIES MASTERLIST COMING SOON
you took off to north carolina with only one request for your manager: "only call me if someone's in grave danger." after all, you'd booked a whole week off the moment you received the invitation.
SAVE THE DATE! SARAH CAMERON & JOHN ROUTLEDGE II
you didn't talk to sarah much anymore, but you were looking forward to seeing her after all this time; you were glad she still considered you a friend.
it was only natural for your thoughts to drift off to the man you knew you'd see at the wedding. after all, he was your first love. but you'd ended things on amicable terms. surely seeing him would feel like seeing an old friend. besides, you had a whole week before you had to face him, and in an event that's filled with people, who knows if you're even going to have to face him?
the moment rafe landed in the outer banks, sarah was giving him orders like he was her personal butler.
she had him doing the dishes, mowing the lawn, ironing clothes... and now he had to pick up some random friend from the airport. sarah hadn't even told him who it was, she just said that 'he would know when he saw them' whatever that meant.
rafe stood at the airport, glancing down at his watch every now and then, letting out a sigh, "when are they-"
rafe's sentence was interrupted at the sight of his ex-girlfriend coming down the escalator, a similar confused furrow in your brow.
"what... what are you doing here?" rafe asked when you walked up to him. "sarah invited me. she... she said someone would pick me up." you cleared your throat, "i guess she meant you..."
"seems like it..." you said, clearing your throat, "it's good to see you."
"it's good to see you too." rafe's expression changed from the biggest frown you'd seen into the fakest smile you'd seen. "should we go?" he asked, cocking his head towards the car, and you smiled, nodding your head.
"this song is good." you feigned a tight smile, looking at rafe.
"i don't know this song." your ex-boyfriend mumbled, making you face forward once again. "i'm grateful that sarah invited me." "mmhm." rafe's response made you shake your head, "so, is your girlfriend coming?"
rafe let out a soft chuckle.
"i haven't been with anyone since we broke up."
your face fell as you turned to him, "what?" you mumbled.
"yeah." rafe chuckled softly, his face firmly on the road in front of you. "you..." he sighed, "you were the first person i ever loved. and probably the last."
"rafe, i-"
"we're here." the sandy-haired man turned to you with a tight smile, "you should go say hi to sarah. i'm sure she's been looking forward to this."
you swallowed the words you were going to say, doing your best to fake a smile, letting out a high-pitched "okay." before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, your head spinning with thoughts.
rafe hadn't dated anyone since you.
you were lying in your bed in tannyhill when you heard a knock on the door. you mumbled "come in." and sarah peeked her head in, a small smile on her face. "how are you doing?" she asked as she stepped into the room.
you swallowed, looking at the ground before looking to sarah with a feigned smile, "i'm good."
"i'm so sorry. i completely forgot that you and rafe were together." sarah looked to you, her brown eyes shimmering with sadness, "i'm an idiot. he's- he's the reason we know each other."
you took in a deep breath, "it's okay, sarah." "w-what?" "it's okay. it was an accident."
sarah's lips slowly formed into a small smile, "really?"
"really. you said, pressing your hand onto her shoulder.
"you shouldn't have done that." john b said as soon as sarah walked into the room. "what, you don't think rafe should have a girlfriend?" "no. i'm saying he should find a girlfriend on his own."
sarah scoffed, "he did. and he let her go, like the idiot that he is. but he's never dated anyone after her." "what do you mean?" "she's the only one he's ever dated. that's why i invited her."
"what...?"
"one night rafe and i were drunk and he told me that she was the only person he ever loved." sarah shrugged. "that's why i invited her. that's why i told rafe to pick her up."
john b chuckled, shaking his head. "you're a genius."
sarah's lips quirked up into a smile, "that's why you love me."
john b shook his head, "you shouldn't have done that, sarah." the girl turned to her fiance with a cold look on her face, "do you think rafe should be alone forever?" the look on her face making the man feel uncomfortable, "no..." "then be quiet."
you saw sarah standing in front of tannyhill with a smile on her face, her arm around john b, while another arm was waving at you.
"i hate you." you shouldn't have done this." mumbled through a feigned smile. "you'll get over it." sarah smirked, turning to her future husband with a wink.
"are you fine with this?" you looked to rafe with an insecure look. "of course." he swallowed.
