really wanted to write a blurb based on this so here it is! I’m thinking about it with jittery stressed out s1 rafe.

“don’t.” he shrugs you off when you go to hold onto to his arm, you furrow your eyebrows, looking up at the clearly discomforted face of your boyfriend. “are you okay Rafe?” you ask, concern ever so obvious in your voice.

“I’m fine just. I can’t, right now. why don’t you go get another drink or somethin’.” he mumbles, already digging in his pockets so he can give you his card but you stop him. “no rafe, what’s bothering you?” you keep your voice quiet, so as to not draw attention to yourselves on the rather crowded porch of the country club.

“there’s nothing— why are you being so— fuckin’ interrogative right now?” he avoids your gaze, knowing that he’s going to have to tell you eventually.

“I’m not trying to be,” you frown “I just wanna help you.” he just scratches the back of his neck “look it’s— it’s stupid okay? I’m bein’ stupid.” he stammers out, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid, you can tell me.” you smile, trying to keep your gaze comforting. he sighs and then mumbles “it’s my shirt.”

you cock your head, “pardon?” you ask, not having heard him. “it’s my shirt.” he repeats, more frustrated this time, “my shirt is too tight and the seams are rubbing on my skin and it’s bothering me. you happy now?” he steps away, clearly expecting you not to say what you’re about to.

“do you wanna go to the car and change? there’s spare clothes in the trunk right?” he nearly does a double take, head snapping round to meet your eyes, “what?”

“your shirt is bothering you right?” you say, raising your eyebrows for a confirmation. he nods, “yeah— yeah it is…” and so you speak again “so do you want to go and change it?”

“I mean— yeah… I do I just… wasn’t expecting you to say that…” he scratches his head awkwardly as you both begin to walk. “why not?” you enquire, curious as to why he’s so surprised by your caring.

“well it’s a stupid thing isn’t it… not bein’ able to wear a shirt cause it’s tight…” he sniffs, clearly a little perplexed at the direction of the conversation. “well not really, you clearly have some sensory issues regarding it so—”

“sensory issues?” he questions, and you nod “yeah, it’s like when you find certain sensations very difficult to deal with. It also makes it way easier to get overwhelmed. I have some sensory issues myself.”

“huh…” he murmurs, “didn’t know there was uh— a name for that.” you smile, stroking his arm as you both arrive at the car “well now you do, if you want I can help you look into it?”

“yeah,” he nods, a smile now gracing his lips “yeah, thanks babe.”

"And I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission..."

Summary: You and Bucky don't see eye to eye, everyone knows that. They don't know that you and Bucky once knew each other under very different names. And they most certainly don't know that when he looks at you, he can still every stolen moment, his jacket on the floor, notes saying meet him at midnight, you up against the wall with him. No, they don't see that at all. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist | Anon's 1K Celebration

"I already told you, I'm only doing this because I owe you."

Six months - that was your promise.

Six months of your time and best efforts.

"And as a part of this favor, you promised to keep an open mind."

And an open mind, you begrudgingly recall. You promised you would keep an open mind about making this a more permanent placement.

Nick Fury was sure that you'd find a home here in the Avengers Compound.

You were fairly certain that you wouldn't - but you weren't going to tell him that.

You hated owing people. Nick Fury even more so. You could bide your time for six months to pay your debt to him. He didn't need to know you had no intention of becoming an Avenger. "Whatever you have to tell yourself, Nick."

"That doesn't sound like an open mind," he admonishes.

You smirk, enjoying the frantic hustle and bustle of the Avengers Compound with your duffle bag slung over your shoulder, "You know that I don't do well in teams. I don't play fair, Nick."

"Never heard that one before."

businessrivaldaughter!reader and rafe fucking in the bathroom at midsummers. (18+)

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the long awaited midsummer activities began. pretty string lights brightening up the space during the night. rich kooks mingling around with each other.

rafe's eyes, however, were constantly on you. you were always gorgeous but the way you dressed up in prior years did not compare to this year. maybe because this year, he knew you were his. that being said, he couldn’t wait anymore.

rafe’s got your dress scrunched up to your waist while his tie was stuffed into your mouth to shut you up. your back was pressed to the stall door with rafe holding up both your legs. he wants to look at you take it. his dick is pounding away at your poor princess parts.

you’re a mess— your styled hair all messy and your flower crown tilted. rafe lets out a breathy chuckle, staring at you, “you like that? like how i’m fucking you where anyone can hear? i corrupted you, didn’t i? poor girl.” you’re drenching his tie with your spit. the way his toned hips were slamming into you repeatedly is like he wanted to leave you unable to walk, to not let you escape his thrusts.

someone enters the public restroom and rafe goes even faster. your eyes widen, clawing at his chest desperately, wanting him to slow down before you guys got caught. sure, your moans were muffled but the skin slapping against skin definitely echoed throughout the space. whoever it was took one look at the stall door that was shaking and mumbled a “fucking hell..” before leaving.

rafe lets you down and bends you over. his strong hand on the back of your head to keep your face pressed against the dirty door while the other holds onto your waist. little muffled mewls escape your mouth and you try to tell him you’re gonna cum but you can’t with the obstacle jammed into your mouth. rafe can tell though and he pulls your head up so your back is flush to his chest while he thrusts up into you. “cum, princess, shit— cum on my cock.” he whispers in your ear, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched. your eyes roll back and you let it all go, gushing all over him.

rafe lets go of you, letting you fall over while he gives you a couple more thrusts, grunting as he pulls out and cums all over your ass. “yeahh, real good.” he pants, admiring the aftermath before taking your panties and cleaning it up. he’s got the proudest smirk ever on his face.

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“rafe, your tie is all messed up.” you hear ward whisper-yell in the background as rafe looks down and fixes the wet accessory, “wonder how that happened.” he smirks and takes a sip from his drink, eyes glancing at you.

your face heats up and you look away, smiling innocently at your dad who approaches you again.

“there were some hooligans having sex in the bathroom.” your dad scoffed and you gasp, “really?”

when did you get so good at lying?

rafe and businessrivaldaughter!reader fluff real quick

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just them (by them i mean reader) making fun of their dads behind their backs. “mr. cameron, that was very nice of you to steal that deal from me. i’m so not angry.” you mock your dad as you wear rafe’s white button up with nothing but your underwear underneath.

rafe chuckles at you, eyebrow raised in amusement of the little act you’re putting on, “what’re you doing, kid? gonna get that fuckin’ wrinkled.” he reaches over to grab you by the waist, pulling you back into his bed while you shriek and giggle. “you think they kiss during their secret meetings?”

“the fuck are you on about? c’mon don’t ruin the mood with that bullshit. don’t even know how much time we got left.” he groans, hands roaming under his shirt to feel you up with all the limited time he’s got left before ward comes back home.

“we already did it, rafe!” you push his pesky hands away, face burning hot because you can never get used to it no matter how many times he touches you or sees you naked. rafe sees the way you react and smirks, “you were acting all funny couple of seconds ago and now you’re shy once i got my hands back on you? ain’t that cute, swear you’re gonna get me going again if you keep that up.”

you bury your head into his chest in embarrassment at his teasing. rafe laughs at you, hand pulling you back up despite your muffled protests, “so fuckin’ shy— god damn. let me see that face of yours, c’mon..” he cups your face into his hands as you frown, the sight making his heart beat quicker. rafe was so soft when it came to you, he couldn’t help it.

“think if i put a tomato next to you, you’d be the same color.” rafe snickers, hand running through your hair as his eyes drink you in. he can’t wait to have you forever by his side when he takes over the business(es). won’t have to run around and hide, nope, he’s gonna have you sitting on his lap in front of them all. front and center.

currently however, he can’t and when he somehow hears a car pull up to the driveway which most definitely is his dad, he perks up causing you to become alert. “alright, times up.” he sighs, arm wrapping around your waist as he picks you up off his lap. you quickly put on your clothes with the help of rafe as he puts on a shirt. he climbs out his window first as soon as he hears the front door slam close, you follow after him, you learned quick after your various adventures with rafe cameron. you were scared shitless the first time that you had to climb down a window since you’ve never done anything like that before, you were sheltered by your father your whole life after all.

you look down at rafe once only a few feet down and he has his arms open for you to which you hop into. “a natural now, huh, sweet girl?” he coos at you making you respond with a giggle as he walks you to his car where he’ll drop you off secretly a few blocks away from your home. not liking how he has to make you walk (he watches you like a stalker the whole entire time unbeknownst to you).

your dads may be rivals but you don’t have to be. also two for one deal for rafe.

i freaking love this trope so much, cant wait to see more of them!!🤍🤍

eee thank you thank you, hope i don’t disappoint ☺️ <3

rafe cameron x businessrivaldaughter!reader

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ward cameron and your father absolutely hated each other for one big reason : business. the companies of the two constantly battling to come out as the best in outer banks and snatching each other's opportunities whenever they could. ask the lovely little duo what they think of each other: the result is gonna be an hour long rant.

so naturally since rafe is next in line, he should hate you too, right?

of course not. you were a shy one, so pure, so precious, always meekly hiding behind your father and never attending parties. you always gave him those timid glances, rafe never missing how red your pretty little face got whenever he looked at you. i mean, shit, how could he resist?

"rafe─" you whine between kisses, pushing at his chest to get him off you, eyes busy on the lookout for your dad. ward had invited your family over for a "friendly" dinner to discuss a recent deal that ward wanted for himself and when rafe sees you all alone in the conservatory after his father took their passive-agressive talking match to ward's office, he was on you instantly.

"hey. the fuck you looking over there for? eyes on me." rafe grips your chin tightly when he sees that your attention isn't where it should be, he takes his other hand to cover your eyes when you don't listen to him the first time. "i won't let them catch us. promise. stop your worrying c'mon." he doesn't forget to give you a tap on your cheek to which you let out a mewl before he lets go of your chin again so he can shove his tongue back in your mouth and pin your wrists behind your back, pressing your back firmly into the tree.

you melt instantly into the kiss because rafe was just soooo <33 all your worries about your dad witnessing disappearing from his alleviating words and your blocked vision, not being able to take his hand off with your hands apprehended so why care? you could've been there forever in that moment if you hadn't heard your dad call for you, pissed at his conversation with ward and rushing to get home.

"shit!" rafe curses underneath his breath upon hearing that cockblocker's voice, taking all his hands off you quickly just in case, yourself thankful to be hidden by the tree. "alright, go." he gives you one last kiss before slapping your ass to shoo you off.

"hey!" he calls out to you, watching you scurry off before your dad got mad, you turn around with sheepish smile on your face. "don't forget alright?"

"i know─ you love me.." you mumble making rafe chuckle at that, wanting to tease you but letting it go because you were in a hurry. "that's right. keep it in that fuzzy little brain of yours." he waves you off lazily. ward really forgot that there was other ways to get rid of competition, keep your enemies closer right? oh yeah, he'll keep his future in-laws real close, that business too.

also offering this pussy-tingling phrase: “that’s my girl”

Protector (A Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron AU)

Hello my loves! I think this has been my most awaited fic ever? I am so overwhelmed with the number of you who have been waiting excitedly for this, from the moodboard to the teaser, thank you so much. This is my longest, most story-driven work I ever created. I adored writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much. I took heavy inspiration from the Twisted Series for this (iykyk) so some things may be pretty similar. Any feedback is much appreciated. Lots of love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron and Billionaire's daughter!reader Word Count: 14K Warnings: Swearing, mentions of stalking, mentions of violence, mentions of panic attacks. Playlist inspiration

You anxiously bounced your leg up and down, the slight clicks of your heels matching the sound of the large grandfather clock ahead of you, the noise doing nothing to soothe your spiraling mind.

Sitting inside your father’s office wasn’t new to you, but the circumstances which you found yourself in certainly weren’t something you were familiar with. You tried to find comfort in the dark wooden room, the art on the walls that you had analysed too many times or the empty armchair behind the equally undecorated desk, but the pounding of your heart didn’t slow.

defending you (sfw version)

words: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of violence

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nsfw version!

"rafe!" you yell, relieved to see him standing out on his dock. it looks like he's sorting through something in a box.

"rafe!" you yell again, waiting for him to hear you, but you know the sound of the whipping wind is carrying your voice in the opposite direction. 

i just wanna fucking sit on his lap. you can’t sit like that and not expect me to wanna pounce wtf

Just a soft Rafe Cameron drabble

“Why are you being nice, Rafe Cameron?” you ask. He is currently on his knees in the middle of the sidewalk picking up the books he made you drop. You had bumped into a firm chest on your way out of the bookstore and you had lost your grip; the contents of your recent purchase spreading out on the ground. Rafe had taken one look down at you and suddenly he was mumbling out apologies and dropping to one knee. He had all your books back in the bag before you could even think to bend down and grab them yourself. 

“What do you mean? I’m always nice,” he replies. You raise an eyebrow at him but take the bag from his outstretched hand nonetheless. “Well,” he continues, “I’m always nice to you.”

You want to laugh because it's true. Everyone on this island has been on the receiving end of Rafe Cameron’s temper before, but never you. Maybe being neighbours for your entire life afforded you some privileges no one else has. 

“You’re right, thank you, Rafe,” you smile at him. He ducks his head, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. You can see the blush spreading across his cheeks but you choose to ignore it.  You move to step around him but he grabs your arm. You stop, waiting, but he just stares at you.

“Rafe?”

“Shit, sorry, uhh, I just wanted to apologize for missing your birthday last weekend. The boys wanted an excuse to drink and then Barry came over and it turned into this big thing and—”

“Rafe,” you interrupt, “you don’t owe me an explanation. I didn’t even think you remembered my birthday.”

“We used to always spend it together, remember?” 

Of course, you remember. How could you forget beach days with Rafe on your birthday, the only time he ever surfed with you? Or trips to the mainland just for that one ice cream parlour you mentioned you liked? Most of the jewelry you’re wearing right now came from a birthday gift from Rafe. You could never forget. 

“I remember, but that was a long time ago. We’re not really those kids anymore, are we?” 

“Shit, yea, yea, you’re right. But—” he lets out a sharp breath “—what if I want to be those kids again?” 

You sigh, “Rafe.”

“Come on, I gave you space and time like you said you needed. Just give me a chance. I can be good. I know, okay, I know you’ve heard the rumours and stuff about me but I’m not really like that. You know me.”  He steps closer until you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. You remember when the two of you were the same height. Sometimes, you want to go back to those days. The days when he wasn’t Rafe Cameron, kook prince. Days when he was just a boy and you were just a girl. 

“Fine,  just one date.”

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

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you found yourself in front of rafe's room, contemplating whether to knock on his door or go back to your room and act like a big girl.

you knew you were too old to be scared of storms but you couldn't help it. the strong wind hitting on the windows made you clench your blanket closer to your chest.

you took a step back, ready to run away but the door opening made you freeze in your steps.

"what are you doing here, honey?" rafe asked you, raising an eyebrow. he knew exactly why you were standing in front of his bedroom at 2am, he just wanted to hear it from you. as if his ego wasn't big enough.