#head cheerleader!reader

[allertononfilm]

kissing booth - rafe cameron

summary: the cheerleading squad needs to raise funds, and a certain quarterback is feeling generous.

content warnings: original afab!reader, football captain!rafe & head cheerleader!reader, use of petnames (sweetheart), 18+ MDNI - suggestive af

length: 1.5k words

The football season had barely started, but the cheerleaders never did as well with donations as the actual team, with all their boosters and wealthy alumni. You'd been roped into helping out with the kissing booth by your best friend during welcome week festivities, something you hadn't been planning on attending yourself if she wasn't making you do this.

It wasn't as busy as you expected it to be, probably because most of the crowd consisted of nervous freshmen who were still trying to find their way around campus. You were working the first shift, which was mostly just sitting around and gossiping with the other volunteers, with only a few students walking up and deciding to pay the premium. 

"Oh shit! Is that who I think it is?"

The familiar voice traveled across the field as a cluster of football players approached, Rafe leading the pack with his eyes already locked on you. He shot you his signature grin when he saw you standing there, under the kissing booth sign, stalking towards you like a predator locked in on its prey. 

"Must be my lucky day," he declared.

"Wow, Rafe. You're so desperate. You're making yourself a charity case now?" you quipped, taking a step back and crossing your arms over your chest to put some distance between you.

He placed his hands on the table that was separating you, stretching out his arms as his large frame towered over yours. His bangs fell onto his face, which only emphasized how devastatingly handsome he was despite being truly the bane of your existence. Even with his varsity jacket on, you could see his biceps bulging through the leather sleeves, as if they were trying to burst through the seams. 

"Is it just you, or the entire goon squad?" you seeked out, gesturing over to the group of guys he had in tow.

"You really gotta ask me that?" he feigned dramatically, clutching his chest like you wounded him. "I don't like sharing when it comes to you." 

"I'm just trying to make money here," you shrugged. 

"Yeah? For what? More books or something?"

"Actually, it's so the cheerleaders can come on the road for a few games," your bestie piped up. "Not that you'd be interested in that..." 

"That's definitely a cause I can get behind," he replied.

"Hurry up and make up your mind," you provoked. "I don't make anything from chatting. I'm sure there are plenty of paying customers who'd be more than happy to take your place."

"Depends," he retorted, making you suspicious.

"What do you mean 'depends?'" you mimicked, making him chuckle.

"Well, $5 gets me a kiss. What if I wanna take you back to my place?" he surveyed.

"Fuck off, Rafe," you laughed in disbelief, shaking your head at the bold proposition. Not that it was new behaviour from him.

"I'm being serious," he maintained.

He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet and folding it open to show off a stack of cash sitting there. Skimming his thumbs over the edges of the crisp bills, as if openly taunting you with it. You could hear all the other cheerleaders whispering to each other, scowling at you as they questioned why he hadn't taken notice of any of them.

"What about $100?" He proposed, unable to hide the disgust on your expression.

"No fucking way," you immediately refused.

"So, less than what you get for five? You should rethink your business model-"

"Whatever you pay, all you get is a kiss," you didn't budge, not missing the flicker of disappointment that flashed across Rafe's face. 

"I just want to make a generous donation,"

"Nothing about you is generous, Rafe."

"I'm sure if you asked any girl I've been with, they'd disagree." 

"Cute."

"Don't sound so jealous, sweetheart," he warned you. "I might believe you're secretly interested."

"Well, I'm not," you asserted. "And I'm not interested in your bribe either." 

"I'll kiss you, Rafe," one of the other volunteers interjected from behind you, batting her lashes at him.

"As great as that sounds, there's only one woman I'm trying to impress tonight." 

The girls around you awwed as he gave you a smug look, as if their encouragement was what would sway your decision. You were used to his constant flirting, usually just being subjected to it between practices or when he'd track you down at a party, but you knew you wouldn't be getting out of this as painlessly as you usually could.

"You can't brag about this, you know," you contended. "I'm still not kissing you because I want to."

"Of course not. That would be too easy," he remarked, his smirk growing. "But it definitely won't hurt my chances of convincing you to do it again." 

"Let's just get this over with," you rolled your eyes.

He leaned in at a frustratingly slow pace, stopping just before your lips touched so you'd have to be the one to actually make the first move, knowing you couldn't turn him away. You weren't totally sure what your game plan was, and you couldn't deny how hard it was to keep your composure when he was close enough for his breath to mix with yours. 

You went to give him the same rehearsed kiss you'd given to the other men who had visited the kiosk, boring and prompt. A short peck. Then Rafe cradled one of your cheeks and deepened it, and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. Your hands flew to his chest, not to shove him off but to find your balance.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, catching you off guard and making you gasp softly in reaction. You could feel him smiling triumphantly as he kissed you, quick to bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, only for a husky moan to escape him instead. Not that he seemed as flustered about it as you were. 

You were brought back to reality when his teammates started hooting and hollering, reminding you of the fact that you currently had an audience. When you went to end it, though, he pulled you back in for one more chaste kiss. Your breath hitched in betrayal as he drew away from you, lingering there for a few more seconds.

"Come on now," he muttered against your mouth, speaking so low that only you could hear him. "You can't tell me you don't want to do that again." 

"That's not how this works, Rafe," you lightly scolded, trying your best to keep your tone steady despite the wildfire burning beneath your skin. 

"How about this," he initiated, drawing your gaze back to his lips as he licked them. "If you hit your goal tonight, I get to take you out when you come with for the next away game."

From the lack of traffic flowing past the booth, you were pretty confident that you could take that bet and easily avoid the consequences. Even with all the cash he had, it would take a few thousand to cover it all. But this was Rafe, and you couldn't help but suspect that it was a trap. 

"And if we don't, you lay off this year," you negotiated, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he nodded in agreement. "Fine."

"Wanna seal it with a kiss?" He attempted. 

"Bye, Rafe," you shut him down sweetly, plucking a random bill out of his wallet. Ooh, it was a $20!

The football players continued hyping up their captain as he jogged back over to them, Rafe peeking over his shoulder and winking at you as they disappeared back into the carnival. And of course, you couldn't just push it out of your mind once he left because your friends wouldn't drop the subject, none of them understanding why you were always so cold toward one of the school's top athletes. 

It wasn't even an hour later when your bestie's cell started going off. You'd switched with one of the other volunteers not long after your encounter with Rafe, and it hadn't gotten any busier since then, letting you eavesdrop on one side of the unusual phone conversation that was happening nearby. 

"Holy shit!" She blurted out suddenly. "Sorry, sorry. But, you're being serious? Wow, alright. Thanks, I'll let them know." 

Her attention shifted to you as soon as she hung up the call, instantly giving you a bad feeling, which was only amplified when she dismissed you all for the night. She explained that she'd spoken to our coach, who'd informed her a football donor had 'unexpectedly' decided to contribute more to cheerleading, which in turn meant there was no need to keep fundraising. 

As much as you wanted to pretend it was a coincidence, you had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with the arrogant quarterback who was confident enough to challenge you. And of course, because he couldn't stop himself from gloating, his name popped up on your phone screen in your Instagram messages, confirming exactly what you'd assumed.

rafecameron99: Make sure to pack something nice for our date next road trip 😉 

note: a little blurb i've had sitting around that i decided to clean up for valentines day! hope you guys enjoy!! if you want a part 2/continuation/have any more requests for football captain!rafe & head cheerleader!reader, send them over!!!! 💞💞💞

[goldenbuckyyy]

FOOL’S GOLD

Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!

A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

Masterlist

That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers. 

Your phone pings. 

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while. 

H: he’s not good enough for you 

Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person. 

Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder. 

“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand. 

“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers. 

You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands. 

“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz. 

“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.

•••

Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick. 

Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺

H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual? 

Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad. 

H: anything for youuuuu 

You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter. 

You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food. 

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.” 

You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV. 

“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it. 

You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek. 

•• 

When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him. 

H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link 

Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here 

H: don’t be jealous 

Y: as if 

You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask. 

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’ 

You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you. 

You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms. 

“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame. 

He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him. 

“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand. 

“You too, baby.” 

••

When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone 

Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day. 

H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know 

You feel jealous. 

Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.

That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall. 

“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?” 

“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze. 

“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list. 

“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?” 

You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now. 

You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact. 

“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh. 

You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him. 

“You weren’t even going to text her.” 

“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.

••

You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach. 

H: delete that pic right now. 

H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me 

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻 

You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair. 

“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses. 

“No one.” 

•••

When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game. 

H: You're coming to my game, right? 

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember? 

H: did you take my jersey? 

Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties* 

H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown 

That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey. 

“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.

“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him. 

Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control. 

Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is. 

••

He brands you. 

Y: you literally fucking branded me 

H: ??? 😏 

Y: you know what I’m talking about 

Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies* 

H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously 

••• 

When he’s at the club and sees your ex. 

H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him? 

Y: yes. 

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell 

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️ 

You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell. 

“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.

“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice. 

H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat 

Y: whats in it for me? 

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight 

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice 

You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot. 

He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile. 

“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy. 

You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack. 

“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte. 

“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression. 

“Really?” 

“Of course.” 

••• 

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26. 

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑 

Y: im at lot 26. 

H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos 

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻 

“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side. 

“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly. 

He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips. 

“Missed you,” he says with a smile. 

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton. 

“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off. 

“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him. 

As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him. 

••• 

When he meets someone that he really likes. 

H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it? 

Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now 

H: stfu. I think you’d like her 

Y: i won’t 

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight 

You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them. 

Her name is Sarah. 

And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin. 

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure. 

You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you. 

Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back. 

“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek. 

“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own. 

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you. 

“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise. 

“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!” 

“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction. 

Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.” 

Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk. 

“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?” 

You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here. 

••• 

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar 

H: Are you at Joeys? 

Y: Are you stalking me? 

H: I heard your laugh 

•••

When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else. 

H: Who's the guy? 

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous? 

H: You wish 

H: I’m not the jealous type. 

That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?” 

“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed. 

He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.” 

“My only friend.” 

[allertononfilm]

first dates - rafe cameron

summary: Rafe finally gets the chance to take you out and does his best to win you over. (technically a part 2 to this but can be read by itself!)

content warnings: original afab!reader, football captain!rafe & head cheerleader!reader, use of petnames (sweetheart, baby), this ones super fluffy oops, 18+ MDNI

length: 1.8k words

It was nice being able to take a little break from the chaos of your senior year and spend a few days in Miami, even if it was to cheer on the football team. You were able to avoid Rafe during the drive over since you were traveling on separate buses, but that didn't stop him from bombarding you with texts the entire ride to remind you what was yet to come. 

Knowing Rafe had this leverage over you that he could unleash whenever was torture in itself. You hadn't actually talked to him since your kiss; the most you'd interacted in the past few weeks was when he shot you a wink from the other side of the hallway. You weren't sure if it was a relief to not have him bothering you like usual or, frankly unsettling because you had no idea what he had planned. 

"Ready for later?" he quipped as he approached you in the lobby once you'd arrived, carrying that familiar chip on his shoulder. 

"For what?" you retorted.

"Don't tell me you've already forgotten about our date."

"That's tonight?" 

"Yeah. I'll pick you up later." 

That was all he said before everyone was given their room assignments and were sent off, his vague warning only sending you into a deeper spiral. You hadn't even meant to put so much of your energy into this, but you figured it was better to just get it over with. 

There was a knock on your door at exactly 8 o'clock, opening it to reveal Rafe leaning against the frame. He looked damn good, even just in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, his clothes fitting him just tight enough that you couldn't tell if it was because he'd gained muscle or if it was intentional. 

As much as you hated to admit it, he was absolutely gorgeous. Even though he could be cocky and immature and obnoxious, there had been a few times you almost wavered because, truth is, he was hot. But you'd dealt with boys like Rafe. Boys who lost interest as soon as you gave in to the chase. Boys who left when something -hotter- -easier- better came along.

He had an Uber waiting outside that drove you over to a shopping plaza that was clearly busy from the overflow of cars in the parking lot, except it didn't have the drunk kids stumbling everywhere like you'd gotten used to in a college town. And when you entered the building, you couldn't hide your reaction when you realized where he'd taken you. 

The place was covered in blacklights, being illuminated by neon colours and the LED screens of the video game machines. Becoming overwhelmed by the smell of fried food, and the sounds of winning jackpot bells and rowdy kids shouting as they ran across the establishment. 

"What?" Rafe commented, noticing your surprise. "Wanted to go somewhere fancier?" 

"No," you replied. "I just didn't expect you to bring me to an arcade." 

After he bought a bucket of tokens for the two of you to spend, you decided to start off by playing skeeball since it wasn't busy. Rafe let you go first, tossing the ball up the ramp only for it to violently hit the top of the cage and sink back into the machine, not scoring any points. 

"You don't need to use that much strength," Rafe instructed, amused by your clumsy attempt. "Here."

All of a sudden, he was right behind you with one of his arms lining up with yours. The skirt you decided to wear felt way too short as his fingertips grazed your thigh and settled against your hip. You could feel his warm breath crawling down your neck, trying to ignore the fact that if you turned less than an inch, you would be face-to-face—literally.

"Just swing it back a little," he muttered into your ear, guiding you like a puppet on a string. "And roll." 

On his signal, you both let go of the ball, watching it glide down the platform and bounce into the 40 point slot. Temporarily forgetting who you were with, you let out an excited squeal as you spun around and hugged Rafe. your stomach fluttering as his big body wrapped around yours.

You spent the evening jumping from game to game, enjoying yourself much more than you anticipated. He wasn't even as chatty as he normally was when he was being encouraged by his wild pack of teammates, but still carried that easy confidence that you found alluring. Like he was letting you see a side of him that you didn't know existed.

And, of course, he made sure to show off. Not only was there one of those machines where you could throw footballs at targets, but there was also one with a retractable punching bag. Giving you a front-row seat as he powerfully knocked it back, affecting you more than you'd ever let him know. 

Once you played your way through most of the arcade, you found a table at the snack bar and decided to split a pizza and cocktails. The air between you had been electric, finally allowing you to see the chemistry that he had been trying to convince you was there. He hadn't taken his eyes off you since picking you up earlier, making every little blunder or blush impossible to hide.

"Isn't this so much better?" He expressed, waiting a beat to continue. "Letting me buy you dinner instead of pretending you hate me." 

"It's not pretending," you maintained.

"That's such bullshit, and we both know it," he proclaimed, giving you a knowing smirk. "Just say it. You're having a good time."

"Does your ego really need that?" 

"Absolutely."

"I mean, it's not the worst date I've been on," you affirmed to him, making him chuckle. 

"I'll take it." 

You decided to stay a bit longer after you finished eating, not that you'd managed to win more than a hundred tickets the whole night together. When you eventually wandered up to the prize counter, you were barely able to scan the options of cheap toys and candy when Rafe spoke up. 

"I'll take two lollipops, one of the tiny soccer balls, and one of those," he listed, turning to you and offering the flashing jelly ring he'd picked out. "Figured I'd give you this to wear until we win the championship this season."

"You're doing a lot just to get me to sleep with you," you accused.

"You still think I did all of this to get in your pants?" he questioned, matching the teasing in your voice. 

"You have been trying to since freshman year," you disputed. 

"I've already told you. You're the only girl who could tie me down." 

That was why you were so torn. Because he hadn't stopped asking you out even though you had rejected him more times than either of you could count. Because despite his reputation as the school's biggest playboy, he insisted on taking you out on a date. But now that you'd given him what he wanted, what would happen?

"Don't be dramatic, Rafe," you contended. 

"Just say the word and I'm all yours, sweetheart."

As the two of you went to leave, you spotted a photobooth near the entrance that you hadn't noticed when you'd walked in. You took his hand and dragged him inside, tugging the curtain shut and finally giving yourselves privacy. Rafe planting himself in the middle of the small bench, taking you by the waist and propping you on one of his thick thighs. 

"Ready?" He prompted, nodding at him in response. "Let's do a nice one first."

He took your arms and draped them over his shoulders next, staring at you like there was nowhere else he'd rather be. It wasn't difficult to dismiss his advances when he made a spectacle of them in front of his friends, but now that you were alone, truly alone, you couldn't channel your usual hostility.

You turned to the screen to ensure you were both in the frame properly before pressing the button to cue the countdown. But while you grinned into the camera, Rafe was still locked in on you, a glint dancing in his eyes as he watched you with a soft smile. 

FLASH

As the numbers ticked down again, you felt his lips latch onto your shoulder. His hand slid to your lower back and traced your skin, your head spinning as you melted further into his touch. Giggling as he buried his face in your neck, kissing you hard enough that it would leave a mark. 

FLASH

Next, he tilted your chin towards him, making you realize how close you were in this position. His gaze flicked to your mouth, and you were instantly reminded of the kiss that had led to this. A kiss that you hadn't been able to stop thinking about as much as you tried.

FLASH

You couldn't stop yourself. You needed a second taste. Not holding anything back as you pounced on him, your lips crashing onto his like you'd wanted to do all night. He matched your urgency, threading his fingers through your hair and angling you so he could deepen it even more, drawing a whimper out of you in the process.

FLASH

Neither of you pulled away, Rafe's tongue sweeping into your mouth as if he were trying to devour you. Everything that had been building between you over the years—the flirting, the tension, the desire—finally boiled over. Making you wonder why the fuck you'd been turning him down for so long to begin with.

It was the total opposite of the peck you'd already shared, raw and frisky and full of passion. He wanted to show you everything he'd been wanting to do, and had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Not that you were complaining. You don't think you'd ever get enough of his lips. 

"Rafe," you murmured after a while, earning a frustrated groan from him.

"It sounds so good when you say my name," he gushed.

"Rafe," you repeated sweetly, laughing as he kissed you again. "We can't stay in here all night."

"Why not?" He protested, giving you an exaggerated pout. "I can kick out my roommate if you want." 

"Slow down, tiger," you interjected. 

"And risk you changing your mind? Fuck no," he asserted, his tone hoarse. "You're not getting rid of me now."

"Oh, I'm aware," you acknowledged breezily. "I don't know if the team will be too happy with me if their quarterback is exhausted."

"I really don't give a shit about that right now," he declared, glancing at your lips again. 

"How about this?" You initiated, looking up at him through your lashes. "If the team scores at least 40 points tomorrow, I'll stay at your place this week." 

"Oh, yeah?" He remarked. "You know I can't resist a challenge, baby."

"Then you better win."

And he made sure they did. Setting up more than half of the plays and winning the game 52-23.

note: here's the (unofficial) part 2!! hope you guys enjoy & always appreciate all the support!! 💙💙💙

[allertononfilm]

okay but like... A17 + B2 with rafe ..... congrats on 500!! xx

i hope it's alright, but i wrote this with football captain!rafe & head cheerleader!reader in mind! thank you for the request & hope you like it!!!!

prompts: "Bite me." + leaving bite marks all over their bodies

content warnings: 18+ MDNI - suggestive, original afab!reader, angsty!!!

500 follower celebration!

The house was packed, and the sun was hanging low; the darkening sky only indicating the party was really starting. The Kappas were throwing a heaven-and-hell-themed gathering, and since one of your fellow squadmates/best friends was dating one of the higher ranked brothers, that automatically meant you were getting dragged along.

You were dressed in all white, playing up the charade of your assumed role for the evening. A fluffy halo headband on top of your head, your hair flowing down instead of being tied back like it typically was during the week when you were training. Completing the look with silver glitter highlighting your cheekbones. 

Rafe hadn't made his presence known yet, but you knew he was there. Not just because you'd seen a few of his teammates already, but because you felt his eyes on you the minute you arrived. He did it, whether purposely or not, every single time your paths crossed. 

After a few hours, you managed to relax a bit because to your surprise, he wasn't bothering you for once. Taking advantage of the moment and enjoying your night out with your friends. Dancing in the middle of the lively crowd without a care in the world, without any obligation to execute a perfect combo or front handspring like it was a pep rally.

You spotted a guy you recognized from your philosophy lecture, noticing him already glaring your way as he waded through all the people. He'd definitely stood out to you the few times he'd caught your eye in class, but your busy schedule wasn't the kindest to your personal life. 

Your hips swayed to the music, losing yourself in the upbeat song as his hands went to your waist, trying his best to keep time with you. You needed the distraction—it was almost midway through the semester and your academic calendar was getting hectic. Plus, it was a lot easier when a certain football player wasn't hovering by. 

But then you saw him, and Rafe really could've been the devil himself. Only wearing a pair of black jeans and demon horns. You knew he had a nice body being a quarterback, but the way the red light was hitting him right now was something else. Watching you like he'd zeroed in on his prey. 

You couldn't bring yourself to tear your gaze from his muscular body, but he was too caught up shooting daggers at you and your partner to even notice. So you took the opportunity to sneak away from the festivities, drifting to a much quieter part of the frat house. Hearing a pair of heavy footsteps following you, not needing to check who it was.

"Hi, Rafey..." You drawl, not hiding the smile that crept onto your face. Turning to see he wasn't too far behind you, resembling an angry cartoon character with steam pouring out of his ears. 

"What the fuck was that?" Rafe unleashed on you. 

"What was what?" You retort, knowing what he was getting at but wanting to hear him admit defeat. 

"You know what," he growls in frustration. "Dancing with that kid like that,"

"I'm a cheerleader. What? Am I not supposed to dance?" You boldly assert. "Last time I checked, you don't have any authority over me."

"Wanna bet?" He challenges.

"Bite me, Rafe," you scoff at him. Going to make your exit, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

"You sure about that?" He questions. Giving him a confused look as he pulled you back towards him, Rafe leaning forward and gently, but literally, biting  your shoulder. 

"Dude! What the fuck?" You scold, your hands flying to his chest to push him off.

Without saying anything else, he left a chaste peck against the spot he'd just nibbled. Waiting a few seconds before moving to the crook of your neck, repeating the same. Unable to stop the whimper that escaped you from the intimate gesture, temporarily forgetting where you were and who you were with. 

He continued his assault, his teeth skimming across your flesh and immediately tending the nip with a sweet kiss. Your heart raced wildly, eyes fluttering shut as you savoured the blissful sensation. Acting as if it wasn't like anyone could walk in on you in this compromising position with Rafe at any moment. 

When he did pull away, he didn't stray too far, smirking to himself as he brought his thumb up to where his mouth had just been. The dull ache that rose at his contact letting you know he'd definitely made sure to leave his mark. Your regret not yet outweighing your desires. Frankly, if he did actually try making the move on you, you didn't know if you'd turn him down this time.

"I might not have authority over you," he mutters, tilting your chin up slightly to check out his work. "But I just guaranteed no other guy will get that close to you again tonight." 

"I've been drinking," you defend your lack of reaction, Rafe letting out an unconvinced laugh.

"In the middle of the season? I doubt that," he calls your bluff immediately, not letting you get off so easy. "It's fine. You know I don't mind playing the long game." He teases with a wink.

He started sauntering back towards the party, your hand caressing the side of your neck now that you weren't under his scrutiny. There was always an undeniable chemistry between you, but whatever just happened took it to another level. Looking over his shoulder one last time prior to disappearing into the party, a cocky expression settling over his features as he caught you in the act. 

"You know where to find me when you change your mind, sweetheart."

[allertononfilm]

football captain!rafe & head cheerleader!reader

would literally be the typical, cliché athlete/cheerleader couple if they actually got together properly.

whatever energy he’s not putting into football, football captain!rafe puts into flirting with head cheerleader!reader. and while she doesn’t really entertain it, she can’t help but tease him back.

the first thing he does when he runs out to the field is find where she is on the sidelines. makes sure to jog past head cheerleader!reader and send a wink her way every time he scores points.

their teams practice right beside each other. football captain!rafe always sneaking looks at head cheerleader!reader when she’s dancing or getting tossed into the air, trying to catch a peek every time her skirt flies up in the slightest. not that she’s the most innocent when it comes to watching him in those tight football pants.

actually have a lot in common other than their captaincies. both come from smaller towns. both the most popular in their cliques/seen as leaders to their teams. both incredibly passionate and have dominant personalities.

head cheerleader!reader would probably not be as dismissive towards football captain!rafe if he wasn’t so arrogant or the biggest flirt on campus. but he would totally give all that up if she ever gave him a real chance.

maybe head cheerleader!reader is so against the idea in the first place because her ex from back home was the exact same type.

her friends tease her over football captain!rafe and the way he chases after her. they’re all (not-so-secretly) rooting for them to get together.

like the quintessential will-they-won’t-they-eventually-do-because-what-the-fuck-else-was-going-to-happen.

(disclaimer: i know there are a lot of similar headcanons/tropes and none of this is meant to rip off anyone elses content—please let me know if similar headcanons exist & i'll absolutely tag them below asap.)